#they look absolutely sad and dried

[sentientstump]

Is "dried dandelions in the winter wind" a common saying there or is it something you came up with? I've never seen that phrase before and am immediately a bit enamored with it :0

oh no- 😭 i saw a tiny hedgehog-like dried purple flowers on the window sill and also i was looking for a weird sentense to say, so i weaved the phrase with that

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

TRANCH TRADE TRANCH TRADE TRANCH TRADE. throwing this at ur helmet so it bounces off in a goofy way

YAYYYYY TRANCH TRADE I LOVE IT HERE IN THE MUD AND GOOP AND BLOOD AND VISCERA!!!!!!!!

ohhhhh winnebago descriptions....... i loooove the winnebago i love the "living in their car and shitty motels bc they have nowhere else to go and are also on a huge fucked up road trip" energy..... ohhhh vyncent pov save me vyncent pov. see now you have to write a dakota pov to complete the set. 3 of them do not separate !!!!!

DESPERATELY SCROUNGING AROUND IN THE MUD for bits of my william fic i can share with you that arent MASSIVE fucking spoilers. hes going thru it a little . also this is insanely unedited bc i have just been writing it in little bursts at midnight+ :

alsooooo a little tiny bit of trickster dialogue from the mark nightmare fic (WHICH. BTW. is officially the longest thing I have written for fun in the last like 3 or 4 years holy shit. i officially crossed the 3k word threshhold yesterday everyone cheer and clap) :

[steddieme]

in most fics i've read robin is grossed out when steve talks about his sex life, which is probably far more in character for her, but hear me out

imagine them discussing literally everything. like having no boundaries whatsoever.

one day robin mentions she's never seen a dick and she's curious what all the fuss is about.

robin: you have one

steve: yeah...?

robin: so show me

steve: ??

steve: sure, why not

when steve pulls down his pants, robin just stares at him with a blank face

robin: that's... it?

steve: what do you mean that's it??

robin: it looks sad

steve: ??? well, it's not hard rn, obviously???

robin: ugh, boring

steve: you want me to show you my hard dick?? is that what's happening rn?

robin: i mean yeah?

steve: your judgemental face is forever burned into my mind. i don't think i'll ever be able to get hard again.

then robin bursts into his room like a week later

robin: steve, you're a slut-

steve: hey!

robin: so you know your way around a vagina, right?? i need you to tell me if i have a rash or not

steve: do you not own a handheld mirror?

robin: i'm freaking out so much, i can't make a sound observation rn

steve: *sigh* alright

turns out robin does indeed have a rash and steve takes her to the doctor

at one point they lose all shame. steve regularly air dries while robin hangs out in his room. robin makes steve do her monthly breast self-exam. they check each other for ticks.

when steve and eddie start dating steve tells robin literally everything. robin knows way too much about eddie and she loves it.

robin comes over for movie night, eddie is already there

robin: how was your day?

steve: we slept in, then eddie fucked me, it was great-

eddie: *chokes*

steve: then we cooked lunch, there are some leftovers in the fridge, go ahead and eat. yours?

eddie: ???

robin: ugh, don't get me started-

eddie: wait wait wait, how did you just say that so casually?

stobin: ???

eddie: that i fucked you??

steve: i tell robin everything. i told you that. you said that's fine.

eddie: i didn't know that included our sex life?

steve: why wouldn't it? ... wait, oh no, are you not okay with that?? i'm sorry, i thought you knew??

eddie: oh no, it's fine! it just surprised me is all. y'all are real freaks, carry on

stobin: okay then

robin freaks out before her first date with a girl

robin: what if my vagina looks weird???

steve: are you planning to fuck her on the first date, buckley? and how many times do i have to tell you your vagina looks absolutely normal??

robin: no, i'm not, but it's still a valid concern!!! what if my vagina looks hideous to girls??

eddie, the silent observer: lol

steve: what are you even talking about... a vagina is a vagina, vagina lovers love all vaginas

robin: stop saying vagina

steve: vagina vagina vagina-

robin tackles him and they end up wrestling until steve yields

steve: okay okay,, as someone who's seen his fair share of coochies

robin: that's even worse

steve: yours looks perfectly fine.

eddie: wait, you've seen it?

stobin, staring at him: ...

eddie: right, dumb question

[blasphemousclaw]

ok I keep seeing takes that shadow of the erdtree fumbled the hornsent because they made them too unlikeable and unsympathetic and enabled all those “total hornsent death” weirdos but I wholeheartedly believe that the writers have been portraying the hornsent sympathetically from the very beginning. like just because the story spends time on the darker aspects of hornsent society doesn’t mean that it’s arguing that Marika and Messmer were in the right? in fact I think it’s pretty obviously arguing the opposite? 

some of the first sights you’ll see in the Shadow Lands are the scorched ruins, which are surrounded by hornsent grave markers — wooden stakes each with a horn affixed to it, horns being seen as sacred objects in hornsent society. the victims’ shades (by the look of them, ordinary people; farmers, merchants, and laborers) can be found wandering around the Shadow Lands and are often non-hostile; they can be found kneeling, weeping, stacking small stones, or clasping their hands in silent prayer.

there’s a courtyard in Belurat completely filled with hornsent graves, and it’s also the place where Queelign invades you… the sheer number of graves here is horribly sad, and the fact that Queelign attacks here even after all those people were killed honestly makes him seem like an absolute monster

just look at this menace. knocking over the graves of the people he murdered. shame on you Queelign

further into Belurat there’s a very small, missable room where you can pick up the Dried Bouquet talisman: 

“A quaint bouquet of dried flowers, offered to a small grave. Raises attack power when a spirit you have summoned dies. The sorrow that flows from the untimely demise of a loved one is a tenderness shared by all, regardless of birthplace.” 

this description is pretty directly saying like, “hey, these people are human beings just like you who grieved the loved ones they lost, who couldn’t sympathize with that?”

my personal favorite examples here are the scorpion stews, which are given to you by Hornsent Grandam after defeating Divine Beast and wearing its head: 

Scorpion Stew: “Scorpion simmered in a black soup. Traditional meal of the hornsent. Boosts physical damage negation temporarily and gradually restores HP. Once made with love by a certain elderly woman for the family table. Having long gone cold, this soup gives off a rank, sour smell.” 

Gourmet Scorpion Stew: “Scorpion simmered in a black soup. An exquisite dish chock-full of mouth-watering scorpion claws. Boosts physical damage negation temporarily and gradually restores a great amount of HP. The thoughts and feelings of the cook melt and blend into the stew, but those who can distinguish the taste of love are few and far between. "Partake, partake, until thou art sated.”” 

how can you claim that the hornsent are dehumanized when grandma literally cooks you a traditional hornsent meal made with love!!! how heartbreakingly sweet is that!!! especially with the dialogue you get from Hornsent if you share the stew with him:

“What’s this? Do you think me in need of alms? Ah… but this dish. Tis fare o’ the tower. I remember fondly this kin-clad scent. …Brings back memories I’d all but forgot. This, by my troth, is but a dismal copy. Indeed, I think it rather plain to see… things once broken can never be the same.”

we’re presented with the image of a delicious traditional meal that hornsent families used to cook and eat together, and then we remember, Hornsent Grandam is all alone, she has no one but us to cook stew for, and Hornsent has no family anymore to share his stew with. 

before wrapping this up I want to mention Leda’s dialogue about the hornsent because I think it describes the situation pretty well (surprisingly well maybe, given what she’s like): 

“Long ago, Queen Marika commanded Sir Messmer to purge the tower folk. A cleansing by fire. It’s no wonder the hornsent holds the Erdtree in contempt. That aside, man is by nature a creature of conquest. And in this regard, the tower folk are no different. They were never saints. They just happened to be on the losing side of a war. But it’s still a wretched shame.”

the hornsent were not a perfect society. far from it. but no society is perfect, and the hornsent need not have all been saints for what happened to them to have been wrong. no person has the right to act as judge, jury, and executioner for an entire civilization of human beings. if people want to take the very worst of hornsent society as representative of their entire population and argue that every single one of them deserved to die then I’m afraid that’s their problem, because the game absolutely does not agree with them

[luveline]

also didn’t realise that amanda was their little baby but here’s an idea if ur up for it. amanda inherits like spencer’s smartness i guess and so when she starts spewing facts about the random-est stuff spencer’s overjoyed and then bombshells just staring at them with adoration in her eyes?? idk something really fluffy

“Shoes?” Amanda asks. 

“Yeah, babe.” 

“No thanks.” 

You hold Amanda’s socked feet in your hands. “You need shoes to keep your feet warm.” 

“I’ll have socks.” 

You look past her tiny face to her father for some assistance. Spencer scratches his neck, looking absolutely exhausted, though he’s dressed sharply. You’d spent a few minutes finger curling his hair this morning before it dried, and he’s brushed them out gently, giving him a windblown look. You pretend to take a photo of him. He rolls his eyes. 

“Amy,” he says lovingly, baby-voice in play as he leans over the back of the couch, “you know why you have to wear shoes?” 

“Why?” 

“Because growing up, your feet are very small, and very fragile. They need time to grow in proper structures, and they can’t do that if you don’t wear shoes when you’re walking a lot.” He gives her shoulder a rub. “Don’t you wanna match me and mommy?��� 

“You wear shoes… different. Mom has heels,” she insists. 

“What if I wear flats?” you ask, eager to leave the house before afternoon. 

She shakes her head, crossing her arms over her chest with a Spencer style pout. 

Spencer sits down next to her with a sigh. You’re both aware of how smart she is for her age, and while it can be interesting, it’s also made some stuff so, so hard. Like explaining shoes. “I’m not want to wear them. It’s good for my skin to breathe.” All her r’s sound soft, like w’s.

You rub your eyes. Spencer sucks in an excited breath. “Yes! Skin can’t really breathe, but it’s good to have it uncovered sometimes to help your circulation and your pores.” 

“‘Xactly,” Amy says. 

“And, you know, shoes that don’t fit right force your feet into narrow positions, which can cause a whole bunch of problems.” 

“No shoes,” Amy says. 

“But…” Spencer backtracks, thumbing under her eyelashes gently. “If you don’t wear your shoes, we can’t go out to the store for groceries and we can’t go to the bakery on the way home. Which means you won’t get your sugar donuts, mommy won’t get her slice of cake, and that’s gonna make me so sad.” 

“Why?” 

“Because I love when your mom is happy. It makes me happy when she’s happy. She doesn’t look very happy now, does she?” 

In all honesty, you’re much too pretty to be sitting on the floor, tights to the carpeting and your cute black dress bunching up your thighs. You refuse to close yourself into the ‘mom’ box some may expect of you, dressing as you had before you became a mom, but you’ve allowed Amanda the opportunity to choose your necklace; a gold pendant ring with green and pink sapphires. It’s gorgeous, colourful, and doesn’t even slightly go with your outfit. Spencer reaches for it now, tugging it straight carefully against your neck. 

You frown deeply, pulling your widest, softest doe eyes. “Please, lovely girl, put your shoes on. Or I’m gonna have to be strict, and I hate being strict.” 

“Don’t fw-own, mommy,” she says, listing into Spencer’s side, “you’ll get wrinkles. Worse wrinkles, ‘cos your muscles remember.” 

And again, all her r’s are w’s, her pronunciation lispy and sweet despite her amazing expertise. Spencer laughs and takes her face into two hands, kissing “Wow, smarty pants,” into her crown. “You’re so smart! I can’t believe it!” 

You feel your annoyance softening. Fine, she’s a smarty pants, and you secretly love it so so much. You’ll just have to carry her to the car. Or her genius dad can carry her. Actually, that could be great, Spencer’s never looked so handsome as he does carrying around your little baby, especially now he’s started working out every now and then. 

“Better role your sleeves up, Spence,” you say, standing up off of your knees. “I’m keeping my heels on. Daddy’s gonna carry you, and you’re gonna get wonky feet.” 

“That’s fine,” Spencer says to her in a whisper, “I’ll carry you forever if you want me to, even if you do get all wonky, bubby.”  

Amy preens as she wraps her arms around him and he picks her up. He takes her shoes from your hand without her seeing. 

“Isn’t she amazing?” he mouths, and he means it, his eyes wide with it. 

“She’s gonna protest socks, next, Spencer Reid, and then what are you gonna do?” you ask. You aren’t half as concerned as you’re pretending to be. Amy’s a baby. She’ll learn how important shoes are soon enough. 

“I’m gonna hold her in my coat, like this,” he says, pulling his coat over her legs. 

“Like that,” you say to yourself, grinning. “Okay, you two do what you want. Can we go now? We really need to get some groceries.” 

[omgthatdress]

Just a little considerations for those still grieving Liam Payne

So, right now, you are probably still lost in some very real grief over someone you never met but has still been a major part of your life since you were thirteen. You feel like you've lost an extremely close friend. It's hard to imagine your life where he isn't somehow present.

I know all this because felt the exact same way seven years ago when Chester Bennington died by suicide. And I do have a little bit of wisdom to share with you all right now, wisdom that I really wish I didn't have.

First of all, it's okay to be sad. To cry. To feel like shit and wish this had happened to someone else, someone who deserved it. Give yourself the time and space to feel all that because it's the only way you can start to move on. Feeling sad is only a problem when, months later, you simply CAN'T move on. That's depression, and that's when you should seek professional mental health treatment.

Secondly, there aren't going to be ANY easy answers in this. Right now a lot of people are looking for fingers to point, people to blame, and even finding conspiracy theories that Liam was murdered. While it may be initially comforting to fall into the idea that Liam didn't do this to himself, he was murdered for some reason (usually because he was going to expose a pedophile ring of some sort), conspiracy theories are always wrong and will NEVER give you the satisfying answer you want.

It was Liam's decision to step out onto that balcony, and his alone. It is no one else's fault. Accepting that is incredibly hard to do, but it is ultimately what will grant you the most peace.

As for what lead up to that, well, there's a lot. Fucked up celebrity deaths are kind of my Roman Empire, so while I never knew Liam, I DO know a lot about what leads up to huge, terrible tragedies that play out in the tabloids in extremely ugly ways.

Becoming famous at a really young age is an incredibly mixed bag. While you do get to live out this shit 99% of people on earth can only dream of, it does mean you often find yourself at 30 with a career that's basically over. A lot of young celebs simply don't know what to do with themselves once the fame and adoration has dried up, and the answer is usually to do an absolute fuck ton of drugs.

Drug and alcohol abuse changes your personality. I know this from personal experience. Someone very close to me developed a serious problem with alcohol, and turned from a kind, funny, wonderful person to someone nasty, abusive, and resentful. Someone I didn't recognize at all. While I and my person were very lucky that they were able to quit drinking, not everyone is so lucky.

Liam deserved better. He was so young and he still had ample opportunity to turn his life around. But he made one terrible decision, and now he's dead, and there simply is no changing that.

So what do you do? Remember him, and love him. Be grateful for the joy that he brought into your life. Sing his songs, and stay close to the friends you made because of him. The fact that you are so fucking sad right now is a beautiful thing, because it only shows how deeply loved Liam Payne really was.

[randomgurl2326]

the love of a blackwood is meant only for a bracken

benjicot blackwood x fem!bracken!reader

warnings: angst at the beginning, major fluff, overall happiness

summary: the love of a bracken is meant only for a blackwood part 2

the wound of heartbreak still fresh in your heart as you lay in the pillowy mattress of your bed. you haven’t left in days. aeron not having come to see you, your father refusing to look at you, cousins having shunned you; the only ones to see you in two weeks were your handmaidens. even then only speaking when absolutely necessary.

your eyes have dried of tears but your eyes still sting at the thought of your past lover. the rift only growing everyday as the blackwood boy’s raven being ignored as sent back each day as it comes.

a hesitant knock sounds through your chambers. you turn over at the noise “go away.” you sniffled as you heard a sigh. aeron speaks to you through the door “y/n… listen, I’m sorry. but you have to understand-“

at the sound of aeron’s voice you’re quick out of bed and open the door. the splotches of red on your face haven’t dimmed in days, your eyes sad and full of lost love. “what, aeron? what do I have to understand?” exasperation clear in your voice as it croaks out the words. he looks down at you with guilt in his eyes. you can still see the remnants of bruises that benjicot left in your honor “you know the history, y/n. after everything we’ve told you, you still go behind our house’s back”

“do you even understand the feud in between our families. do you even know what our family did to the balckwoods? do you?” tears are no longer able to sting your eyes with how much you have cried in the past weeks.

aeron’s sad eyes look into yours as he speaks “sister, I didn’t come here to fight. father wants to see you, says he needs to speak about something important with you.”

your heart rate rises as he says those words, worry quickly befalling you “do-do you know what he needs to speak to me about?”

“you know as much as I. but I could only think—“ I nod “the blackwoods” aeron nods and turn to leave. you grab his shoulder before he’s out of reach “I never meant to hurt you when it happened. you know that, right?”

“I know, sister. I-i overreacted, I know that. you’re my sister. I protect you. you know that.” his words calm your heart and smile for the first time in weeks. the smile sending too many words in a small action. the bracken boy smiles back at you and pats your shoulder “you should probably get dressed. father’a expecting you soon.”

with those last words he leaves and sends your handmaidens in. the girls raid your closet as you turn at your door. “my lady, are you alright?” the sweet girl named stellane. “of course, stellane. let’s get me dressed, shall we?” as she brings out yellow and brown dresses for you to choose from you smile as you realize your brother has forgiven you.

once stellane is finished dressing you you head to your father’s meeting room for his bannermen. as you reach the cracked door your knees start to wobble and breath shortens at the thought of what he wants to say to you. finally, you gather your temporarily lost bearings and enter “father, you wanted to see me?”

as you enter you look down and see two pairs of feet. confused, you look up. as your eyes slowly trail up the figures of your father and the mystery person you recognize who it is. your breaths start to quicken, your bosom rising and falling with your heart beat. benjicot blackwood on bracken land inside the bracken house. no wounds touched him, no bruises darkened him.

you turn to your lord father quickly, eyes wide “father?”

“daughter, come” lord bracken beckons you over to him and the young lord blackwood. as you walk up to the men yours and benji’s eyes meet. two weeks. no returned ravens. two weeks of complete silence and he still looks at you as if you hung the stars and the moon.

the six feet it took to walk towards your father and lost love felt like years when only it took mere seconds. as you reach your father and the unexpected guest your look lord bracken in the eye and take a deep wavering breath. your lord father speaks with a low baritone “y/n, my only daughter. I know of your transgressions and false loyalty of the bracken name…”

“father—“

“you will let me finish… you have forsaken our house and tainted your body with the likes of a blackwood…” you see benjicot’s jaw lock as he takes a deep breath “…however, I have come to the realization that even with your… crooked actions you have given an opportunity to fix the centuries long rift of our houses.”

your eyes widen and look to benjicot. the implications of your father’s words swim through your mind. the dark gray eyes of your lover’s eyes give you all the confirmation you need. “father, surely you don’t mean…”

he raises a hand to silence you, “yes, daughter. the deal is in place and lord blackwood has accepted.” his next words mumbled as he spoke, “no surprise as he’s already defiled you.”

at his words ben clicks his tongue and his hand clenches and unclenches; clearly trying to compose his temper.

your reaction different. your heart stopping. marriage. to benjicot blackwood. an end to the suffrage of your families. two lovers returned to one another. a realization hits you as you stand there. your lover willing to fight for you, move mountains for you, end a war for you just to see you again. no matter whether you wanted to see him again. bwnjicot blackwood, lord of raventree hall, and the man who you wanted to kiss fucking stupid right now.

as your heart returns to its natural rate your father speaks “I believe you two would like to speak about our decision.” as he leaves you look back at him and he squeezes your shoulder. an action that wouldn’t mean much to others, but as heartfelt as a stark oath.

benjicot speaks first, “y/n—“ you interrupt him with a searing kiss as you pull his tunic down. the passion the same if not stronger as the last time you met. tongues dancing like dragons in the sky, and sparks running through your veins as he cups your face. as you two part he rests his forehead on yours. as you catch your breath you speak “I love you. I was stupid, a-and I want thinking. I didn’t mean it, I swear it. I love you.”

your betrothed interrupts you with another searing kiss “shut up. you weren’t stupid. you may have broken my heart but you weren’t stupid…” his stupid huff of a laugh escapes him as he says those words “…you had every right—“

“but I was wrong. I shouldn’t have told you to go away. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve—“

“you should’ve done exactly what you did. I was wrong for what I did, but I don’t regret it.”

you rub your noses together and play with his collar “you shouldn’t. I was mean…”

“I like it when your mean,” you smack him at his jests.

“I was mean and selfish… so selfish,” your confession hitting his ears with a ping to his heart. ben moves his hand from your jaw to your cheek as his other hand plays with your hair “you were allowed to be selfish. I should’ve brought it up differently o-or just left. but I couldn’t keep it inside any longer. I couldn’t keep letting gmy love be torn from me because of some stupid war that no one knows what it’s for anymore. I needed you then and I need you now. I came to your father because I needed to see you, whether you wanted to see me or not. I needed to hear your saccharine voice because I need you just to continue living. to continue breathing. and I love you, and I would keep loving you even if you didn’t love me.”

tears brim your eyes at your blackwood boy’s words. and they fall as you store his words into your heart. he wipes your tears as they fall. “I do not deserve you, benjicot blackwood. how could I when you love me so and I couldn’t even bring my self to return your ravens?”

“you didn’t need to because I knew. I knew even if you wouldn’t see me because I can feel it” he takes your hand into his and bring it to his heart. his throat tightening as he speaks “I feel it.”

you rest your forehead against his chest and you feel the rise and fall of it. finding comfort in your lover’s slow heaves of his chest. you raise your head to look into his stormy eyes, your voice hoarse “I love you, benjicot blackwood. from the walls of stone hedge to the snow of castle black, I love you.”

the blackwood boy steals your lips in a passionately slow kiss. the salt of your tears mix together. when he pulls back he murmurs against your pillowy lips “i am going to marry you, y/n bracken. you will be mine, and i yours forever. mind and soul, I belong to you. if you will have me.”

your smile as wide as the seas in essos as you laugh “you, lord blackwood are a fool if you think I would ever refuse you.” your hands thread through his coarse, black hair.

his eyes trail down to your lips “it’s a good thing I secured a betrothal with your father then.” his jest rings through the room as it mixes with your laugh. “yes, lord blackwood, it is” you lean up to kiss your love again, this time harder than the ones before. this kiss solidifying your love for one another. lips meld together, teeth clash, and tongues dance as you express your love for one another. as the kiss come to an end he rests his nose on your cheek as you pant.

“I should go tell oscar and kermit” you pull back and slap him up the head. “is that really what your daft head is thinking about right now? after we pour our hearts and souls out to one another?”

benjicot pulls you by the waist to bring you back to him “only a jest, my love”

“not a funny one” you murmur. the boy leans his head down as he speaks “I believe you used to quite like my jests.” “only the funny ones—“

your quips were cut off at the sound of the door creaking, revealing your brother. aeron’s eyes trail down to benji’s hands on your waist and rolls his eyes. nonetheless he keeps his composure and clears his throat “I hear a congratulations are in order.” your brother’s eyes still focused on where your betrothed’s hands are placed and he finally takes a hint as he removes them.

“aeron, if you’re going to start something—“

“relax, sister. I mean it. I’m… happy for you” he looks you straight in the eye to convey that he only means the best. aeron moves his eyes from you to benji “and I guess you’re marrying my sister…”

benjicot nods sternly, still not used to your brother being nice. they stare at each other for who knows how long before you pipe up “should I leave?”

“no” the word said by both boys at the same time and they clear their throats. after your brother’s embarrassment he speaks “i have to go.” he leaves the room before any more embarrassment can reach him.

your lover turns to you “I still don’t like him.” you pat his cheek “I know, my love.” you turn to leave and he still stands there and calls out to you “don’t think I’ll ever be friends with him!”

once you’re out of earshot he lets out a little ‘shit’ knowing that once you’re married you’ll try to make them befriend one another. once benji realizes that he’s alone in the bracken’s fortress—stone hedge—he runs out to try and find you.

“y/n!”

a/n: here’s part two to the love of a bracken meant only for a blackwood. I didn’t expect so many people to like the last part, however I do have a part three in store. It may or may not be smutty😏 and it totally doesn’t haven’t simp benjicot. No way. No siree

anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it, love you💚💜

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[kiwiikato]

mommy’s here // ken sato x reader

Chapter Eight

note! thank u for everyone's patience! i'm sorry for the late update and rushed chapter but i hope this makes up for the wait! u all are so silly and i've been enjoying all your comments <3 thank u so much for the love and support!

masterlist

kenji stood on the base plate, calling for the baby kaiju's attention as she chirped. you stood near by him with mina hovering beside you as well. the atmosphere of the warmly colored park held a sweetness to the air.

"okay, just like this." he fixed his stance by separating his legs shoulder length. lifting the wooden bat in his hands, he showed a slow back and forth swinging motion. the baby kaiju chirped more as she raised the cute, but comedically, giant blue bat.

you didn't know where ken pulled it out from but it sure was handy to have it stored. pulling yourself out of your thoughts you focused on the both of them. "elbows up." they both raised their elbows up.

the baby kaiju was absolutely adorable to look at, her arms a perfect chunkiness, making her look rounder as she help the bat upright. kenji put his bat down, making a sound of contempt at her.

"uhuh, get ready." he waved the baseball that he now had, showing it to her. "okay, here it comes." kenji crouched down slightly, with a swift but soft motion, he threw the ball from below, heading towards the baby kaiju.

the ball hit her face, making her let out a cry from the impact as her face jolted. her once happy expression turned sad as she looked at kenji and you in pain. her fins that laid on the side of her head, frilled down in sadness, as tears welled in her eyes.

giant droplets poured out from her as kenji and you looked at each other in worry. "no no no no it's okay." the both of you ran up to her, trying to sooth her tears. she began to cry out, slightly jumping back and forth on her feet.

"oh baby, come here." you said as you reached out to her. she looked down at you, slowly leaning her head to you. you grabbed her forehead, pulling her to you as you placed a small kiss on the spot she got hit on. "see, all better!" you said smiling, making her feel better at the comfort.

you stepped back as her tears dried up, letting ken step up to her next. she looked at ken as she sniffled. he gave her a small smile. "hey, it's okay, it's okay. it happens sometimes, you just got to work at it." his voice was gentle with care, trying to keep her calm and happy.

ken took some steps back to the base he was at originally, now that she seemed calmer. "now get ready, keep your eyes on the ball." he raised a peace sign to his eyes, moving it back and forth between his eyes and the ball. you stared at him as he gently talked towards the baby. he held a soft but handsome smile on his face. you never really took notice of his features.

his eyes were sharp, but full of warmth. his nose was perfect in its own way, it was hooked nose, the arch of it reminded you a greek god in a sense. there was a small black piercings on his ears as well. it almost felt like you were staring at him for the first time all over again.

a blush rose to your face as you continued watching them. "ichi, ni, san, ball!" he yelled out as he threw the ball. it happened so quickly as you watched the baby have her bat smack against the ball, sending it flying across the sky. "woooo! yes! whoo!!" kenji yelled out in joy as he jumped. you and mina shouted out in joy as mina span around cutely with her little robot arms out.

kenji ran up to the baby kaiju, grabbing her loving by here hands. "come on girl, we gotta run the bases!" it was clear as day of his excitement. baseball was his passion, it was his sanctuary. and for the baby he's raising under his care, enjoy the one things he grew up living, it made him feel joy.

he pulled her gently, as she began to follow him. he let go of her, waving you and mina to join him in running and the baby kaiju ran behind him, copying his trail. you all laughing in joy, a special memory being created.

the baby cooed as kenji jumped back on the base, making a home run, as she stopped and leaped to it. a cloud of dust and dirt came from her feet with the force as you all celebrated.

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after the events of the day in the park, you and kenji sat in the living room as mina took care of the baby kaiju. he told you of his plans to go out in a couple of hours for a scheduled interview with ms. ami wakita. you smiled and told him to not worry as you and mina would take care of the baby in that time.

now you both sat comfortably on the sofa as he played random videos online for the both of you to watch. the your frog plushie from the night before sat on your lap, rubbing its head affectionately.

kenji eyed you from the side of his eye, admiring the way you innocently stared ahead of you. there was a soft smile on your lips, enjoying every second of what life had to bring you. it was almost funny how life had brought the two of you together because of the baby kaiju, and he was grateful.

and so were you. you were grateful to have been able to take care of the baby as you grew closer with kenji. he smiled to himself as he scooted closer to you, your body turned to look at him, to which he gave you a awkward smile. you smiled back, in a way saying he could get closer.

and so he did. he closed the gap that once existed as the two of you watched the tv. it was a comforting feeling, to feel his warmth pressed against you. it wasn't long before kenji reached for the remote, slightly lowering the audio. he turned to you, you copying his actions with curiousity.

"hey, i know i say it a lot but thank you again for all the help with the baby kaiju. the extra help has been so nice to have." his voice was soft, but loud enough for you to hear. you smiled back at him, "of course, she's like family at this point, i honestly enjoy being near the both of you."

kenji looked up happy. he reminded you of a dog wagging its tail, like those 'golden retriever boyfriends' you've heard about online. "yeah me too, i like being with you too." he said smiling wide.

"do you mean the 'both of you'?" you asked, referring to the baby and you. he shook his head. "no no, well yes, but no. i meant you. i've been really enjoying my time with you. it's been really nice to get closer to you throughout the process." his voice was almost hypnotizing, it was undeniably alluring.

"oh well- i've been enjoying getting closer with you as well." you said, slightly caught off guard by his sweet words. kenji turned more towards you, he gently reached for your hands that rested on your lap, pulling them a little more to him. your face turned red at the action, but let him continue.

kenji felt his heart swell seeing you smile softly at him. the two of you have been working together to take care of the baby kaiju, and he couldn't deny the fuzzy feeling he felt everytime he felt when he looked at you.

there was just something so alluring about you that he couldn't deny himself of. the life you both had right now felt domestic, it felt sweet. it was then that he realized that domesticity didn't sound that bad. the idea of sleeping and waking up to you, making food together, watching movies and shows.

even just the idea of cleaning together sounded sweet. he could imagine dancing and singing with you as you both cleaned with music in the background. he knew what he felt. he wasn't oblivious to what he felt, but he didn't know. he didn't know if you felt the same.

he's seen you blush but whose to say it's not a reaction from being nervous instead of being interested. the idea of you maybe feeling the same lingered, holding onto the fact that the two of you have begun to get closer, physically and emotionally.

his eyes moved towards your face, watching as you gently stared towards him. your eyes were full of love and maybe, just maybe, that love was for him and only him. taking a breath, he began to talk. "y/n, i've been enjoying our time together, like a lot. this might sound weird but i have been loving waking up to you and taking care of the baby with you. it's something new for me but i'm happy to be doing this with you all. my point is that i'm happy to have you so close to me and for us to keep getting closer and-"

a soft and gentle hand cupped kenji's cheeks, distracting him from his rambling. his eyes snapped up to yours, nervous of what you would say. "i've loved every moment with you as well, the feeling is reciprocated." you said as your thumb softly caressed his cheek.

that was all the confirmation he needed. the way you stared at him so lovingly as you gently held him, almost like you didn't want to hurt him, brought him over the edge. kenji's arms reached over to you, pulling you closer into an embrace. the distance between you lessened as he stared at your eyes.

you watched as he stared at you, his eyes flickering from yours to your lips. a pale red dusted his cheeks. your eyes trailed to his lips, not going unnoticed by him.

kenji leaned forward, the gap closing as he leaned slightly to your height. the feeling of his lips molding with your own sent you chills as he kissed you with love. you kissed him back, almost urgently as kenji leaned into you, making you fall back into the couch as his body now hovered over you.

one hand near your face help him stay up as his other hand rested at your waist, softy rubbing the skin under your shirt. his fingers were cold, making you shiver into the kiss. kenji was kissing you and you enjoyed it.

your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. kenji groaned softly into the kiss as his hands glided up and down at your waist.

you felt his tongue prod at your mouth, making you slightly open your mouth for him. you hummed in delight as he explored your mouth with his own. the kiss felt like it went on for a while till he pulled away, gasping for air.

you stayed laying down, flushed from what had happen as kenji stared at you, who was still under him. it was then that everything that happened set into you. you had just kissed kenji. you didn't know if it was too soon but a part of you was jumping with joy.

kenji smiled at you, leaning down an placing a small peck at your lip, to your nose, to your cheeks, and forehead. he smother your face with kisses and you felt yourself turn gooey.

he pulled away, sitting up as he helped you get up. pulling you into his arms as he rested your back against his chest. his body wrapped around yours as he rested his head onto your shoulder.

"that was nice." he said softly. you knew he meant more with that, it was a sweet feeling that you both unconsciously had growing inside of you both.

he held you close, enjoying the time he had with you before his interview later. "y/n, i like you. it may come off as straightforward but i would really like to get to know you better." he softy spoke, it was different than his usual bold and prideful attitude.

you could tell he was nervous, with the way his body slightly shook from his nerves. you reached for his hand that laid at your side and grabbed it. "i like you too kenji, and i would really like that." kenji hugged you from behind, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

it was quiet for a while till you heard kenji talk. you almost didn’t hear him, thankfully being able to make out what he was saying. and gosh, did his words make you feel like putty in his hands. " we can finally say we're a little family of our own now."

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Joshua (SVT) | Bunny grudge fluff | gn!reader | 0.9k A/N: the things i'd do to raise bunnies with shua 😔

You keep reminding yourself not to laugh. You absolutely shouldn’t laugh, you really really really don’t want to join this argument. No words are enough to express just how much you want to avoid becoming a part of it, but you’re about to bite through your lip and your cheeks hurt.

“I see this is all very funny to you,” Joshua grumbles from beside you, arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed towards whom he usually refers to as his precious, his sweetheart, his golden child, his heir but now it’s that brat. Your composure breaks and you do huff a laugh, earning yourself a death glare from your husband and a few very pointed stomps and a matching over-the-shoulder glare from the bunny just a bit further away on the ground. They look so alike.

And now you’ve messed up and joined the argument.

Your son turns away from both of you again and stomps his little furry feet again. Joshua sighs, not looking at you. You might’ve been worried more about him if you didn’t know the bunny will hold the grudge for longer unless properly coddled.

And all this just because Joshua was late with the bunny’s dinner…

You slide down from the couch and approach the fluffball carefully. You pet his back but he doesn’t even spare you a glance, instead doing his little angry thump again. 

“Aw, I’m sorry, baby. Did daddy mess up? You know that wouldn’t happen with me,” you coo at the bunny and ignore your husband’s scoff and him muttering I was just trying to make it pretty and special.

And he really did. You saw the effort he put into cutting the vegetables with the pretty cutter and saw him arrange all the greens, the dried forage and a handful of pellets in the bowl and the instagram worthy result. But you also witnessed him disregarding your warning that he’s gonna be late.

“Eat your dinner, hm? Daddy will pout his lips off if you don’t,” you keep cooing at the bunny as if it could understand you, “It won’t happen again. I will see to it.”

You pat his little head, rubbing that one spot he likes. Slowly, almost as if fighting against his urge to be petty, the animal leans into your fingers and properly enjoys your attention. And soon enough he hops off, curiosity or perhaps hunger prevailing. He still keeps his back towards you, though. 

You’re lucky, all things considered. From what you’ve seen online, there are pettier bunnies than yours. That is speaking of the fluffy one - not the one huffing and sighing on the couch.

You get up from the floor and walk over, straddling your boyfriend even though he turns away from you and keeps his arms crossed over his chest. You cup his face but he ignores the hint and pointedly ignores you. He stays still even as you slide your hands down to his shoulders and start massaging them. All he does is relax and adjusts his position when you gradually progress to his neck as well. You lean closer and leave soft kisses along his cheekbone and on the tip of his nose. Nonetheless, he keeps his head turned away and remains silent despite melting into the couch as you keep massaging him.

“I see. You must be really upset,” you sigh eventually, deflating on his lap, “I’ll just let you sulk.”

“Nobody loves me anymore,” he fake sniffles just as you’re about to get up.

“And everybody holds a grudge against me even though I didn’t do anything,” you whine right back at him and resume your efforts to remove yourself from him. Only this time a pair of arms wraps around your waist.

“You laughed at me,” he reminds you with a pout adoring his lips again, “I was sad and you just laughed.”

“You wouldn’t be in this situation if you listened to me,” you raise a brow at him. He fidgets with the hem of your shirt.

“We’re parents now, I need your support when I make a mistake,” he pulls you closer and leans forward to rest his head on your chest. 

You sigh. Faced with the option of swallowing your own pettiness or dealing with Joshua’s dramatics, you decide to prioritize your peace.

“You’re having such a hard time today, don’t you?” you give into his self-pity, “Everyone is so mean to you.”

He nods against your chest, but you see his lips raise into a faint smile. He hums pleasantly when your hands make their way into his hair and massage his scalp. He raises his head to lay it on your shoulder, so he can bask in your attention more comfortably. 

And before long you feel his lips on your neck, and then a slight bite. You playfully tug at his hair but he just chuckles and nibbles on your neck again.

“Shua,” you warn.

“You stopped comforting me,” he smiles up at you. And you’d really love to tell him off but then again, the drama isn’t worth it.

“You know I think it’s you and your son bullying me, not the other way around,” you roll your eyes.

“Our son,” he corrects you, purposely letting his expression fall.

“Our son,” you agree with a long sigh, “Who gets all his pettiness from his father.”

[jo-speaks]

Hi, Can I request a crybaby! reader x Quinn where the reader cries easily 😭 I love your writing btw! tysm 🌸

SWEET BLUES

overview: even the smallest gifts can get you overwhelmed with emotions.

warnings: none!

note: i absolutely love this request!! i did keep it short, but i hope you enjoy, sweet nonnie <3

You wouldn’t say you were sensitive, per se. But emotional? One hundred percent.

It didn’t matter if the situation made you extremely joyful, incredibly sad, or anything in between, but it truly felt as if you had no control over it as soon as the first tear slipped. It was like trying to build a dam to hold back all the water that fell from Niagara Falls. 

So when you first started dating Quinn, it was a shock to him, to say the least. 

Quinn knocked on your apartment door, waiting for you to grace him with the presence of not only yourself but the warmth of your apartment which heavily contrasted with the cool Vancouver air. 

You opened the door, a smile appearing on your face as you met eyes with your boyfriend of eight months. “Hey, you.” 

He chuckled at your greeting, “Hi, baby.”

Opening the entrance further, Quinn stepped into your place, immediately crowding your space to place a cold-lipped kiss on your warm ones. You relaxed in his hold, before being distracted by the sound of faint rustling. You pulled away, your eyes following the directions given by your ears. 

Looking down, you noticed Quinn was holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He followed your gaze, lifting them to your hold. 

“I noticed the ones I got you last month were wilting, so I figured I’d restock them myself.” He admitted, causing a warm feeling to rush to your cheeks. 

You didn’t say anything, opting to pull him in with your arms slung tightly around his broad shoulders. He leaned down to hold you close, wrapping his arms around your waist, trying not to make you uncomfortable with the wrapping of his gift. 

“Thank you.” You sniffled, your voice barely audible as your mouth was muffled against his shirt. 

Quinn pulled away from you, feeling a damp patch on his shoulder. He immediately found your eyes the guilty culprit, redness replacing the usual white of your pupil with tears falling from them like a stream.

“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He asked, panic setting in. 

You nodded, smiling at him. “It’s just a really sweet gesture. I really appreciate it, Q.” 

He laughed at your reaction, not understanding how flowers made you cry this badly, but regardless, he was glad you liked his gift enough to induce tears.

“C’mon. Let’s get these in some water and then watch a movie or something, hm?” He suggested, wanting to do more than just stand with you as you cried. 

You choked out a reply, taking the bouquet from his hand and walking into the kitchen to replace the dying flowers from their home. You set them aside, wanting to use the dried petals for cute memorabilia you’d most likely end up keeping for yourself or gifting to Quinn.

Quinn took the vase, pouring out the polluted liquid and replacing it with fresh water from the tap. He brought it back over, wrapping his arms around your waist as you cut the tips of the stems of the flowers before placing them into the refreshed dish.

“Looks great,” Quinn mumbled, placing an innocent kiss on your neck. 

When you didn’t answer, Quinn quirked an eyebrow before leaning over your shoulder to notice even more tears slipping from your eyes. 

This time, he couldn’t help but let out a full-throated laugh. Not at you, but at your reaction. 

“Baby! What is it now?” He asked, trying to contain himself. 

You shared a wet laugh with him, “It’s just- I don’t know!”

The two of you laughed together, tears yet to halt their release. Quinn held you close, his warm, gasping breaths tickling your neck as he tried to stop himself. 

Eventually, you both calmed down. Quinn turned you around to face him, placing a loving kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and ending on your lips, his kiss lingering as he tasted the saltiness that had dripped onto your mouth. 

“You’re such a crybaby.” He teased, his tone endearing. 

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Whatever.”

He chuckled, “Might have to start carrying tissues with me if this is how you’re gonna react whenever I get you a gift.”

“Honestly, that might be a good idea.”

[obito-in-disguise]

| Arranged marriage! Itachi x reader |

-The other side of Itachi.

Part 2 to this

What was that incessant pain? Y/N groans as she awakes from her slumber groggily. Her hands fly to the aching spot, her neck, which was strained from sleeping in such an odd position. Why exactly am I sleeping on the floor? she wanders but grimaces soon after, as she remembers what happened. She had fallen asleep crying, all thanks to Itachi.

She scowls as she remembers his cruel words and the awful sensation of the genjustsu he had trapped her in, she didn't deserve that. All that just because she tried to make their relationship civil. She hisses in pain, her sore limbs cracking and groaning in protest as she gets up from the floor. She could feel the stinging sensation of dried tears on her cheeks and the inevitable puffiness of her face. Above all she felt this immense sadness, she thought he would at least come in to check on her or apologise but he didn't, what a jerk indeed.

The shuffling in the bedroom alerts Itachi that she's awake. He planned to go in earlier but decided against it after hearing how hard she she was crying, the last thing she needed was to see his face. Now however, he had no more excuses to not apologise. He slowly approaches the bedroom, his heart thumping in his chest. What if she tells her grandfather about this? What if Hiruzen decides to cancel their deal and go ahead with the execution of the Uchiha because of this? He couldn't believe he let his emotions get the best of him like that, the Uchiha could be dead by tonight thanks to him.

Knock knock. He knows twice on the door, his mind still racing with thoughts. He needed to make her forget about this whole thing one way or the other, the future of the clan, of his little brother depended on it.

Knock knock. Perhaps he should just be friendly with her, that was what she wanted after all. Maybe if he gave her what she wanted then she wouldn't tell on him. Itachi cringed at his internal monologue, he really let things spin out of control. He felt like he was eight years old again, trying to convince Sasuke not to tell on him to their parents by bribing him with attention and piggyback rides. Humiliating.

Knock kno- The door swings open revealing an angry Y/N, her eyes were puffy and red, her cheeks stained with dry tears. Itachi's heart sinks at the sight and he doesn't even know why. He absolutely did not want to take it this far, he hadn't meant to hurt her like this. "Y/N..."

She stares at him, as if trying to convey her emotions with her eyes, her eyes that were filled with pain and resentment, towards him. He slowly walks into the room, shutting the door behind them. Sitting on the bed, he waits for her to join him, sighing in relief when she does. He can sense the hesitation in her, it's almost as if she's scared of him now, he sighs, he really messed up.

"I am sorry Y/N. My actions were....unbecoming of someone of my status, much less as your husband". She keeps her head turned away from him petutantly, he was joking if he thought that was all it was going to take to obtain her forgiveness. She fake sniffles, deciding to punish him, hoping to give him 1/10th of the torment he put her through.

Itachi panicks as he hears her sniffle, before he can stop himself his hands are moving to turn her face towards his. They both stare at each other in shock at itachi's very unusual display of affection, he quickly withdraws his hands, clearing his throat as he tries to dispel the now akward atmosphere. "I understand the severity of what I did and I don't expect your forgiveness but I am truly sorry" he has to force the words out of his throat, reminding himself he was doing this for his clan's sake.

She looks at him in skepticism, not believing a damn word he's saying. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was only apologising because he didn't want her to tell on him. Her chest twisted as she took in the fact that he didn't even value her emotions, she sighs turning further away from him, she wished he would just get out.

The next few moments were like slow motion, one minute she was getting ready to tell him to leave, the next minute she felt him wrap his arms around her. What. The. Heck. She blinked rapidly in surprise before doing a double take, Itachi was indeed hugging her! And....she couldn't say it felt bad. Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was the emotional trauma but she let herself relax into him. He was warm and smelt like a rainy day.

Itachi lets out a breath when he feels her relax into his touch, he knew he had to show her he was sorry not just say it. It felt strange, all his instincts were screaming at him not to do this, he knew he had started to fall down a bottomless hole, surely he could not be letting himself enjoy this. But would that be so wrong? His whole life he had trained himself like a machine, deliberately preventing himself from getting attached to anyone because the truth was, he couldn't. His health put a ticking time bomb on his life and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to sickness. He couldn't do this to her, he couldn't let her fall in love with him and then leave her but despite the storm raging in his mind, he felt himself pulling her closer. He held her tight as he breathed in the scent of her hair, he felt his defenses crumbling and for once, he decided to let it happen. He would let himself this one selfish thing before he eventually met his demise, he would let himself love.

Months go by and true to his resolution, Itachi let himself grow closer to Y/N. They grew accustomed to each other's company, slept in the same bed and even called eachother pet names, Itachi's favourite for her being 'flower'.

Yet deep in his heart, he knew this was wrong. He knew he was doing a terrible thing, letting her love him knowing he could die at any moment, he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts as he waited on the living room couch. The sky outside was painted beautifully with hues of orange and pink as the sun set. It was 6:28pm, much longer than when she was supposed to be home from work.

On a normal day, Itachi wouldn't even be home by this time but since he had no missions today, he decided to relax. His relaxation was cut short however, when he realized his wife wasn't back home the time she was supposed to be. Y/N was never really late on the days he was home, she was always home by 5 or a few minutes after. He was starting to get worried, was she ok? Did something happen?.

His thoughts were cut short as she pushed through the living room door "Hi tachi, sorry I'm home late" she greets with a tight smile. Itachi was up on his feet immediately, something was wrong, her hair was disheveled and she looked shaken, not to mention that fake smile she just tried to fool him with. "Y/N... what happened?"

Her eyes widen as she hears his question, she shakes her head before trying to push past him "nothing I'm fine" Itachi blocks her path as he observes her with worry, he squints noticing her hiding her left arm behind her back. "What are you doing? What happend to your hand" he asks trying to grab her hand, his eyes widening in shock as she jerks it back almost immediately, stumbling away from him. "N-nothing! I already told you" He frowns as he watches her lie and move away from him "No more games Y/N let me see your hand" "It's fine tachi, really!".

He scoffs as he approaches her slowly, determined to find out what's wrong with her. "I said I'm fine" she argues bringing her right hand to his chest to shove him back but Itachi uses the opening to grab the hand on his chest and yank her forward. She yelps as she stumbles into him, instinctively bringing out her left hand to balance herself. Itachi sees this and finally grabs the hand she had been hiding, bringing it up to his face to inspect it.

His eyes widen as he takes in the sight, her knuckles are busted, blood caking the skin. Her usually smooth skin is littered with cut and bruises. "What the hell Y/N! What is this?" "I-I fell" "Cut the bullshit! Tell me what happened right now!" Itachi pleads, his chest tightening as he takes in her injured fist "please...."

She sighs as she taking in the distraught look on his face, she hated when he worried about her. "My boss came in to work drunk today..." she starts, Itachi nods listening intently, cradling her bruised fist in his larger one, gently caressing the flesh. "He started making a scene and yelling at eveyone, we had no idea what to do and we couldn't exactly call the police on him. Then he approached me.....he started telling me I was the worst worker there and that I was only in my position because of ji-chan. He called me names too, then he...." she stops, her face contorting in discomfort.

"Then he what?" Itachi urges, moving his hand to rub her shoulder comfortingly. She takes a deep breath "...Then he touched me".

"..."

"..."

"...he did what?"

Part 3

Ya'll this was supposed to be fluff but then the spirit of angst possessed me and I started writing about Itachi's illness 😭 guess this story's not gonna have a happy ending. Also just so you know, Itachi's gonna beat a bitch up in part 3.

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[milequaritchsslut]

Yandere Miguel

Summary: A peaceful dinner with your captor

Warnings: Kidnapping, fluff, hostage, yandere, Miguel being a sweetheart, chained up hands, slight Stockholm syndrome, malnutrition/malnourishment, forced starvation, talk of weight loss, mentions of blood, mentions of biting, mentions of bruising, mentions of marking, sadism (?),

‘What are you doing?’ You asked obviously annoyed with him, hands chained above you and to the wall as you glared up at him.

‘Don’t give me that attitude baby girl’ he cooed, his tone surprisingly warmer then usual. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek as he knelt down and began unlocking your chains.

You looked at him totally confused on the whole situation—he hadn’t come down in days. Let alone untying you and speaking in such a kind tone. It’s been 3 weeks since he had captured you and thrown you down here. You actually weren’t even sure how long—but that was your best guess.

‘We’re gonna have a nice dinner together mi amor’ he helped you to your feet, though your legs were wobbly and trembling from the lack of walking you did nowadays you maintained your posture. He looked at the marks and bruises you had on your legs and arms, all from him when he had to punish you.

‘Here baby’ he offered, as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his torso—arms around his neck and began walking up the basement stairs.

You felt unusually calm, you still hated him—but you felt so protected and loved in his arms. You hadn’t eaten in awhile—and from that you’d lost a ton of weight, you were so small compared to him now. You felt like a child being held and coddled, but you liked it? You laid your head on his shoulder and sighed as he held you close to his chest.

‘I’m sorry I haven’t come down in a few days mami—I’ve been so busy. I missed you so much, I hope you know that. We can finally have a nice dinner together’ he says in a slightly sad tone, kissing your cheek as he walks to the kitchen.

As you listened to him, you felt slightly guilty from the attitude you gave him before. But you quickly brushed it aside as the realization that he literally kidnapped you came flooding back in. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his pity apology, did he seriously think that was an excuse??

‘Whatever’ you hissed, eyes narrowing as you looked at the interior of the kitchen. It was a nice home to say the least—he made a shit ton of money so you weren’t really surprised. The kitchen counter top was white and grey marble with brand new shiny appliances scattered nicely on it. The fridge was an electronic one—with a modern screen on the front. A shiny silver water machine indented on the right side of it, with over 5 different options for water.

He didn’t say much after that—he set you down on the kitchen table. There was a shiny white plate with golden lining around the edges. On top was a divine looking slab of steak—lush looking mashed potatoes and asparagus laid next to it. It looked absolutely delicious and you had to stop yourself from shoving it all down your throat. You were starving to say the least, it felt like your stomach was eating itself more and more by each passing day. You were completely malnourished and dehydrated. Your skin was ashy and dry, your knuckles were hard and scratchy. Your hair had become dry and gross—you had nothing to comb through it. Your clothes holes in them from the amount of times you’ve fought back and he’s put you right back into your place. Dried blood was running down your neck on both sides, coming from his bite marks—and a horrid smell emitting from your frail body.

The bones from your wrists were practically poking out from your skin—begging to be broken free from the flesh. Your weak hands laid on the table as your mouth drooled from the site in front of you. Hands trembling from your self restraint—cause you knew you’d get scolded if you ate before he told you to. He sat from across the table and watched your every move—grinning at your weak attempt to be a good girl from him. He found pleasure in making you wait for the one thing you really needed—so that’s just what he did, he locked onto your every movement for a few minutes until finally he spoke.

‘Go on and eat baby girl’

You snapped—shoving the food into your dry and deserted mouth. Hands rapidly picking up more and more until before you knew it—it was gone. You sat there confused—where had it all gone? Your eyes scanned the room for the rest of it, but came up empty handed. Confusion and desperation filled your mind and eyes, a feeling of helplessness igniting inside of you. Your gaze met your hands—food was covered in them. Mashed potatoes smeared along your knuckles and fingertips, pieces of asparagus shoved in between your finger nails. You finally caught on—it was you. You were the thief in this mystery, you must’ve blacked out while you ate. Now it was gone—your needy eyes slowly looked up from your plate and to your captor.

Miguel had a sly smirk plastered along his face—he had your right where he wanted you. You were helpless and needy—desperate for more. And he was the only one who could give that to you, and he knew you’d do just about anything for another plate. He gave you mock kind eyes as a fake concerned expression flew onto his face as he stared into your eyes.

‘Miguel…can I have more?’

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[gisellecnz]

𝐀/𝐧: Okay, first of all—anon, I am SO SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING, I've had a new sy started so I was a little busy..😭😭 and I'm sorry maybe you wanted me to answer your ask directly to the post wherein I publish the fic already, so here's a photo of your ask in a screen shot form. 😭 Also, first would be gojo, and then next is Geto!!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo x reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: gojo took longer than expected to go home so reader is worried, angst to fluff, gojo babying you, fluff at the end

tick, tock, tick, tock

You stared at the clock, watching it tick and tock. It was past twelve, and each second felt like it lasted forever.

Satoru told you that he'd be home around 9 or 10 from his three-week overseas mission today, but there was no sound of keys clanging at the door, nor any update from him telling you that he'd be home in how many minutes left.

A tired sigh left from your lips, your eyelids becoming heavy as you slumped down on the couch that was near the entrance – your worry increasing every second for Satoru.

You grabbed your phone that was sat on the wooden table, turning it on as you checked your lock screen to see if there was any notification from Satoru – still none.

You opened the app where you and Satoru always communicated, whenever you two were separated. Your recent message to him – "Satoru? Are things going okay with the mission? How many hours left till you're home?" – was still left on delivered after 5 hours. It didn't show that he was active either. What was going on? He'd always text you back immediately. That was not exactly like him at all.

Anxiety was growing inside you each and every second you think about Satoru. Did something go wrong on his mission? No, you shouldn't think about that. He's strong—he should be able to survive. But what if he encountered a dangerous cursed relic?

Sigh. Negative thoughts kept filling up your mind, you tried to reassure yourself that everything went fine, but it just couldn't stop to the point it brought you to tears.

After a many minutes later, you heard keys jingling outside, indicating that someone is trying to open the door outside. Was that Satoru?

As the door creaked open, you quickly wiped away your tears and sat up straight, your heart pounding in anticipation.

And there, you saw him. Satoru was standing in the doorway. He looked more worn out than usual but was still unharmed. His hair was slightly tousled, and had dried blood stains on his jacket. You eyes looked down to his hands, which were holding on some sweets and a gift for you.

"Hey," he said softly. He noticed the tired look on your face, and the way your eyes we're wet and slightly puffy. Did you stay up all night for him? He felt bad. He closed the door behind him, and dropped his gifts on the couch beside him.

"Satoru, " you breathed out, relief washing over you as you ran to hug him tightly, whilst more tears were running down your face. "I was so worried. You got home so late and you didn't respond to my messages."

"I'm so sorry baby." He said, pulling you into a tighter embrace. Leaning in to give your forehead a gentle kiss. "The mission took longer than expected, and I forgot I had my phone inside my pocket while fighting and it broke...I was absolutely panicking when I realized I wouldn't be able to text you." He pulled back slightly to look at you, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. "But I'm here now, yeah? I'm safe, dont worry. You shouldn't have stayed up all night to wait for me baby... " he plants another kiss on your forehead.

You buried your face in his chest, the familiar scent of him calming your racing heart. "B-but... How can I not sleep after you were gone for so many days, and you came home later..." Your words were a bit muffled due to you burying your face into his jacket, giving him a small weak punch on his chest as you sniffled in your cries.

Satoru's face softened into a sad expression, guilt evident in his eyes as he looked down at you. He gently cupped your face, lifting it so your eyes met his. "I know, I know. M'very sorry baby. Didn't mean to make you worry so much."

Seeing the tears streaming down your face made his heart ache. "It's okay baby, don't cry anymore. Hm? It's okay, I'm here now."

He rested his chin on top of your head, "I bought you some sweets and a little gift. I knew you'd be upset once I came back."

"You didn't need too..."

"Why not?"

You can imagine the pout on his face as he starts to gently sway you from side to side, whilst rubbing your back in circles.

"Alright, alright. Let's go back to bed now. Don't want my princess to get sick from staying aaaalll night long just for waiting for me.

in the end you both cuddled so tightly and you woke up to a bunch of gifts, he felt bad about you worrying so much about him and he thought the gifts from last night weren't enough 🥲

[my-my-my]

KINKTOBER DAY 5 - Ritual: Jushiro Ukitake x Female Reader

Requested by @destery.

Summary: You're officially a home owner! Maybe the home isn't in your ideal place, and maybe it required more fixing up than you wanted, but it's yours! But... why do random medicinal items appear whenever you touch yourself?

TW: MDNI! Use of sex toys, alcohol consumption mention, sexual frustration, spiritual voyeurism.

Word count: 2468

Read on AO3 here.

You let out a sigh of relief after the final coat of paint was left to dry on your newly redesigned living room. You had saved every bit of your money into buying a home for yourself, and sadly, with the economy in shambles, you found yourself looking at abandoned homes that required more elbow grease than anything.

But you were proud of yourself, this was your home! A home you could see yourself living in forever. You had redone some of the sliding paper doors, the light fixtures, cabinets and so forth. This was now the home of your dreams.

Yet, a small part of you doubted you were completely alone.

Your real estate agent disclosed that the home wasn’t occupied in over a hundred years, hence the sad state it was left in, but you were determined to transform it into something worth living in.

And now you got to enjoy the fruits of your labour! After all the sweat, tears (and fistfuls of cash), you deserved to treat yourself to a wonderful bath, in your newly renovated bathroom. You had a new tub and shower fixtures in place and were going to make full use of them.

You closed your eyes, humming to the song playing in the distance as your warm bath soothed your aching body. You treated yourself to some relaxing candles and aromatherapy to ease your joints. You could now enjoy your bath in peace, no roommates banging on your door, no family to scold you over your hot water use.

This was perfect.

You took your time relaxing, enjoying every moment of it. You bit your lip and gently squeezed your breasts, rubbing your thighs under the water. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid you thought. Your fingers were close to your pussy, until you heard a loud “thud” nearby.

You jolted out of the tub and pushed the shower curtain away but saw nothing unusual on the ground. Your shower mat was where it should be, your towel was hanging off the rack, your countertop was clean, save for the bottle of cough syrup.

Wait, what? You got out of the tub, staring at the bottle of cough syrup.

What in the world? Where did this come from? You stared at the bottle; it was completely new. The safety seal was still intact.

You immediately dried yourself and put on your robe. The doors were locked, your items were where they should be, nothing else was out of place. There was absolutely no evidence of anyone entering your home. You even realized that you didn’t see anything, or anyone, in the bathroom.

You checked your phone’s ring camera and saw the same. No one at the door, nothing. But the bottle got there somehow. A chill ran down your spine. You decided to watch one of your favourite comedy movies to put your mind at ease, putting the cough syrup in your medicine cabinet.

Months had passed since the incident with the bottle of cough syrup. You didn’t see or hear any other unusual things in your home. You even were surprised, since a few days after finding the bottle, you developed an itch in your throat. The cough syrup cleared it up.

Now, the weather was getting colder, shorts and flowing summer dresses were packed away, and out came your jackets and wool sweaters. Today was a particularly chilly day, so you opted for a thicker wool knit sweater and pants as you got ready for work. You were almost out the door when you decided to double check your work bag.

You had your work badge, essentials, a few receipts and an unopened pack of honey lemon lozenges.

“What?” You said out loud, pulling out the lozenges. You didn’t buy this. You didn’t recall buying this.

You stared at it, checking it to see if it was tampered, but nothing. It was completely new. You rummaged through your bag to see if anything else was out of the ordinary, but no. Your wallet was intact, toiletries had everything untouched, nothing was out of place.

You were dumbfounded, did a friend give you lozenges recently?

But you had no time to ponder, you were going to be late for work!

“It’s the strangest thing, Ran-chan!” You exclaimed to your friend and co-worker, Rangiku Matsumoto. “First the cough syrup, now the lozenges. I don’t remember buying them at all.”

Rangiku sipped her tea as she listened to you freak out over the mysterious appearances of these items, nodding along to what you were saying.

“Do you think it might be a prank?” She asked, pulling out her phone and typing something.

“I checked my ring camera, and there was no one at my door. Nothing.” You sighed.

“Maybe you’re being haunted.” She said, giving you a gleeful smile.

“Don’t be ridiculous. This will not get me to watch that weird show you keep talking about.”

Rangiku pouted, “you’re no fun sometimes,” she whined. “But you’re still getting drinks with me tonight, right?”

“Yes, yes, that hasn’t change.” You agreed, begrudgingly. While it was fun to drink with Rangiku, the weird occurrences in your home left you a bit unsettled.

“Aw, why the frown?” Rangiku teased, “have a drink to take your mind off your haunted house. Maybe you can find a guy for later.” She snickered, giving you a wink.

“Hm, that’s not such a bad idea.” You said, thinking more about it. You’ve been sexually frustrated as of late, and maybe a drink and a decent lay would take the edge off the home.

Rangiku smiled, but then put her hands on your shoulder, “but if you’re seriously that worried someone’s in your home, we can do a sleepover.” She gave you a reassuring squeeze. “Thank you. It means a lot. But we can stick with our plan today.” You smiled, already counting down the hours to end of the day.

You slammed the door of your house in anger and huffed your way to your bedroom. The drinks with Rangiku were fun, but the decent lay was anything but enjoyable! You thought the man hitting on you was cute, but you felt like you wasted your time. The man was too preoccupied getting himself off, trying to shove his dick in your mouth, rather than making the entire experience pleasurable for the both of you.

You fished for your good and reliable vibrator. If one thing was for certain, you were sure to end the night with an orgasm (or two).

You stripped down and began to touch yourself, circling the vibrator around your clit. You moaned loudly, enjoying the pleasure running through your body. You were so close to your orgasm.

Until a loud thud was heard close to the side of your bed.

You jolted up and looked around, but saw nothing, except a glass of water and a bottle of Advil?

“Who’s there?” You yelled, now your own house wasn’t going to let you orgasm? You were frustrated beyond belief.

“Show yourself right now!” You screamed. You started counting out loud, when someone, started to appear in front of you.

The scream you let out made your own ears ring, and the person in front of you covered their own ears but gave you a sheepish smile. He was a tall man, with sharp features, black eyebrows, but long white hair. You hated to admit it, but he was handsome.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” Said the man, his tone apologetic.

“Who are you?” You shrieked, “and what are you doing in my house?!” I must have drank too much tonight. This can’t be real you thought to yourself.

“Let me explain, but could you put on some clothes?” The man asked, a blush forming across his cheeks as he tried to avoid looking at you directly.

You huffed indignantly and grabbed an oversized hoodie. You crossed your arms as you sat on your bed, a displeased frown crossing your face, “ok, let me hear it.”

“I’m Jushiro Ukitake. I lived in this house over a hundred years ago. I was a merchant for my family.” He smiled at you, to which you noticed he had beautiful green eyes.

“Ukitake-san –“

“Call me Jushiro.” He interrupted.

“Ok, Jushiro-san, how did you die?” You bluntly asked, wondering if his death was tied to the house in some way.

“I died of pneumonia. It was rampant in the region.” His eyes fell downcast, “I was the last of my family to go.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. And you haven’t been able to pass on from the house?” You asked, still trying to understand how he appeared in the first place.

“Frankly, I’m not sure of it myself.” He laughed. “I realized I was in the home when you were taking a bath one night. I sensed something and felt an illness spirit nearby.” Jushiro explained.

“That explains the cough syrup…” You murmured, “but what about the lozenges?”

“I felt another illness spirit in your vicinity, so I put that in your bag. I didn’t want to worry you by leaving it around the house, but I think it had the opposite effect.” He laughed again, bowing his head in apology.

“And just now?” You huffed, still a bit angry that your intimate moment was ruined.

“I sensed alcohol around you and didn’t want you to wake up with a headache in the morning.”

“But I was clearly busy!” You cried in frustration.

Jushiro sighed, “I know, I’m sorry. And there’s another reason for that.”

You gave him a glare and a pout. Your sexual frustration didn’t dissipate, and the handsome man was making things worse.

“I think your sexual energy is affecting my spirit. I couldn’t bring or touch things in the house before until you moved in.” He admitted, giving you a serious look.

You burst out into laughter, “you can’t be serious?”

But Jushiro’s face was anything but serious. He gave you a stern look. “I want you to look at me and keep pleasuring yourself. You’ll see.”

Oh I must be completely wasted to think of something like this. You thought, but if this was a dream, you might as well enjoy it with the hot man your brain conjured up.

“Well fine then, but you can only look! No touching.” You remarked, as you took off your hoodie. You pinched your nipples, earning a sigh from you, then rubbed your clit. You leaned into your bed as you turned on your vibrator, pressing it to your clit again.

“Look.” Jushiro said, as you stared with him through half-hooded eyes. He seemed more “visible” to you, more real.

“If you’re so ‘real’” you moaned out, staring at him while pumping the vibrator outside of your dripping hole, “then touch me.”

Jushiro blushed, but didn’t look away, “if that’s what the lady of the house requests, then I must oblige.” He joked.

You spread your legs open and noticed the bed sank as he climbed between you. Jushiro placed his hands on top of your thighs, parting them further. “Is this real enough for you?” He asked, his tone unwavering.

“No,” you smiled, biting your lip.

Jushiro’s hands crept up your body. They were strong and firm, squeezing different parts of you until he reached your breasts. He pinched your nipples then rolled them between his fingers, then without warning, sucked on one, then the other.

Oh this definitely feels real. Your realized, but you were too caught up in the sensations to even care anymore. You gently pulled Jushiro’s head away from your breasts and kissed him deeply. He returned your kiss and pushed you back into the bed.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Jushiro-san.” You whined.

Jushiro gave you another smile and chuckled, undoing his robes. You placed your hand over his firm chest, ran your fingers along it. You cupped his growing erection and gave him a squeeze, earning a moan from him. His presence felt more solid with every kiss, nip and touch you two gave each other.

“This device is amazing.” Jushiro said, as he reached out to your vibrator.

“It is! But sometimes you just want the ‘real’ thing, you know?” You teased, pumping his cock. His cock was heavy in your hands, as you felt ever vein and ridge, to the tip of his cock.

“I can’t say no to the beautiful lady of the house, can I?” He murmured, preparing to enter you. He slightly tapped his cock against your clit, earning a moan from you. He groaned as he entered you slowly, filling you up. You mewled at the stretch, eyes rolling at the sensation. Then you heard the whirl of your vibrator, and looked down, to see Jushiro placing it on your clit. You let out a wanton moan, throwing your head back as he began to thrust inside you.

Jushiro didn’t know how to work your vibrator like you did and set it to a level where there was barely any vibration, not that you minded, his cock felt amazing inside you. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, his thrusts a bit too slow for your liking.

“Faster, Jushiro, please.” You whined, arching your back to feel him deeper inside you. Jushiro grabbed your hips and slammed himself inside you, as the two of you moaned from the sensation. His pace quickened, earning praises and moans from you. “You feel so good, Jushiro. Your cock is so big inside me.” You moaned, rocking your hips to his pace.

Jushiro let one hand go off your hip to grab your vibrator again, this time, to a much higher setting then before, placing it firmly on your clit. You screamed at the sensation, seeing stars as Jushiro’s thrusts didn’t waver, your juices covering his cock. His groaning grew in intensity, before he pulled out and came over your wet pussy. He rolled off you, catching his breath. You panted next to him, taking in what just happened, but exhaustion hit you faster. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep next to him.

Your head was slightly pounding, and you felt the light film of the drinks you had, covering your tongue. Your lower body was sore, as you remembered what had happened last. You found your vibrator on the ground, and your pussy still wet from last night.

“That was such an intense dream.” You said aloud, as you inspected how wet you were.

“You’re awake!” Jushiro entered your room, a beaming smile on his face. “I made you breakfast.”

You stared at him dumbfounded, “you’re real?”

“Well last night certainly was very real.” He chuckled. You saw the worried look in his face as you fainted from shock.

This was fun to write (albeit maybe not quite ritualistic). I wanted to write something with a horror vibe, but this was too fun to write! I hope you guys had a good chuckle and thanks for reading! :)

The inspo for this song (and title on AO3) is from Andre VII's song "Pseudoesotérico" feat. Andres Caballero.

[nanaminsmoon]

ex-boyfriend!ony x blackfem!reader

a/n: i would've uploaded this yesterday but it wasn't done yet so it's better late than never ig🫶🏾

cw: pnv, spit, toe sucking, ony calls reader; 'ma', it gets a little sad at the end for no reason lol

wc: 1609

ony’s not surprised by you anymore, because this is what you do; show up at his place at stupid o'clock, knowing he’ll let you in. the sane part of him knows he shouldn't; it implores him to turn all his lights off and just pretend he’s not home when he hears that familiar rhythm of knocks. but every single protest goes unheard—he spends a second pretending to contemplate it, then the door’s already open by the time his better judgement has time to kick in. and the chances of him turning you away once he sees that pretty face of yours are non-existent, so that’s how you both end up on his couch. sat side by side, with ony wrapping a comforting arm around your shoulder and pulling you into himself as you cry to him about this guy you went on a date with. and he hates it. it makes his stomach churn, yet he can never seem to turn his ears off.

because that's what being friends with your ex is about. you let them cry to you about their failed romantic conquests, and you respond by holding their ankles to their ears as you fuck them so good that the sound of your balls smacking against their plush ass cheeks, drowns out any external distractions. complaints about shitty men were hushed by ony’s lips, wrapping around your tongue to suck it. if you wouldn’t hold it and keep conversations about other men to yourself, he’d do it for you. and deep strokes gifted your eyes a front seat viewing of the back of their sockets—this man was fucking you so good you could barely register the absolute bullshit he was telling you.

”i don’t know what he’s thinkin’, ma. i could never let this pussy go”, was a rich statement coming from a man who had let you walk out of his life with little, to no, argument. you had given ony an ultimatum—it was you, or dealing. and he picked dealing. the money was there before you, and it’d be there when you left. but he’d come to find that you leaving carved out a hole in his life that was a lot deeper than his pockets, and a lot harder to fill. so you decided to be friends, because he needed you in his life in some way. but, nowadays, it just seemed like a means of keeping contact so he could still fuck the shit out of you.

there was already a coat of your arousal painted on ony’s abdomen, and another dried one on his face. not to mention the one sliding in between your cheeks onto the sheets underneath you—all of it was making ony damn near insane. as pretty as your face was, his eyes diverted to look at the place you two connected. and the low moan he let out when he saw the white ring at the base of his dick made you tighten around him, back lifting off the bed ever so slightly. the small sound you made when you did made ony’s ears twitch in greed. so he’d lean down to you to hear you better, and to kiss you on your cheeks, and neck—biting it occasionally. the new angle meant that he was reaching even deeper inside you, so the moans wouldn’t stop flowing from your mouth. and that spurred ony on even more. crescents formed on your thigh from how hard your nails were digging into them, as you held your thighs like ony had instructed you to as he moved in and out of you.

”’s it good, ma?”, you whined in response, ”so good you can’t talk, hm? fuck, i missed you”, it’d been a few weeks since you last came knocking at ony’s door because of a talking stage that went left, and those few weeks had been torturous. the excruciating sting he had felt in his heart when you weren’t around made him realise how much he really did love you.

and you could feel that love poking your cervix, with each prod on that spongy spot harsher than the last. overstimulation was taking over every single one of your senses, so you could barely feel the kisses being peppered on your ankle, as ony set your legs on his shoulders. you’d only be brought back to the present when you’d feel warm moisture envelope your big toe. but you’d barely get to register the sensation of your toe sat on his tongue before ony would take it from you. but his mouth would remain open, and ony’s movements would halt momentarily so he could let a string of his spit fall from his lips to connect with your aching clit. but that wasn’t enough for him so, as his hips started moving again, two of his fingers would enter your mouth to collect enough lube before they’d be on your clit. he’d finally drop your legs, wrapping them around his waist, as he let one of his hands hug your throat. the other would be rested on the bulge his dick was making in your stomach and he’d push at it as he spoke,

”i know you feel it, ma, tell me how good that shit feel”, he commanded and you happily obliged.

”ffffucking good-d”, you moaned out, obviously fucked out of your mind. and ony couldn’t help the light chuckle that left his swollen lips at how cute you were.

”show me how good it feel. give it to me”, and, with the help of those words, you’d give ony’s abs a fresh coat of sticky, clear paint. seeing, and feeling, how good he was making you feel meant that ony was on the edge of his own release too.

”want me to nut in it?”, ony asked, and you nodded almost too enthusiastically. and he’d just laugh at you again,

”needa put a baby in you so you’ll stop runnin’ from me”, his eyebrows screwed as he spoke his thoughts; those thoughts of you pregnant with his child, driving away all those bums who thought they had a chance with you. thoughts of the looks on everyone’s faces when they’d see how serious he was about you. those thoughts would be what pushed him over that edge he had been toeing. well, that and the way you looked under him—lips even more swollen than his, and the necklace he had bought you on one of your anniversaries sticking to your chest because of the sweat.

”you don’t know how much love i got for you, ma”, he muttered. even after he nutted in you, he’d just stay still inside you, using his dick as a plug to keep it all inside you. you were on birth control so it wouldn’t do anything, but he couldn’t help it.

it was too late for you to go home so, after he had got you showered and moisturised, ony would start looking for some clothes for you to wear to bed. he already knew that he wanted you to wear one of his shirts that you used to sleep in when you were together, but he still decided to pretend like he was actually looking just so it didn’t look like he had planned this out. even though he clearly had. but you, on the other hand, sat on the bed twiddling your thumbs and replaying his words in your head. ”you don’t know how much love i got for you”. prior to today, he hadn’t mentioned still having feelings for you, so you had always assumed that you guys were just fucking. but obviously he had a lot he wasn’t telling you.

”the fuck d’you say that for?”, you looked up at him from your spot on the bed, but ony would still pretend to look busy and rummage through his closet.

”what?”, he asked, finally taking out the shirt he had been ‘looking’ for.

”telling me you loved me”, ony’s body would tense for a second, but he’d pretend to be unphased by your question as he walked over to you with the shirt and a pair of his boxers.

”because it’s true”, he’d reply, stood in front of you. from where you were sat, he looked sincere. his honesty could be felt in the glimmer in his deep brown eyes. but could you really believe the man who had once claimed the very thing he was telling you right now but, in the end, had left you for his work? the thought of the hurt you felt when he let you walk out of his apartment on the night you broke up made you cringe.

”you don’t mean that, ony. so don’t say it.”, you said as you grabbed the clothes from his hands, and stood to put them on. ony wore an incredulous expression at your words, he hoped you would at least give him a chance to prove himself properly this time.

”of course i mean it, why would i say it if i didn’t mean it?”, he said before he paused, looking you directly in your eyes to say, ”you ain’t gotta love me back, but imma love you regardless.”

”i wish you didn’t.”, you said quietly.

”so do i.”

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[3liza]

I have to go to a wedding today and was told "no dogs" and decided not to cause a Service Dog Disability Rights Incident out of the pure goodness of my heart, so Churchgrim was dropped off at Simon's place last night to be babysat. Grim has something about him--size or maybe some secret dog problem related to ear set or posture--that makes small dogs absolutely feral around him, despite Grim himself being so averse to violence that he got into a "fight" with a raccoon once and never even tried to bite it. so immediately upon our arrival he had three dachshunds screaming bloody murder at him while everyone tried to speed-desensitize the ringleader with freeze dried duck treats. bless him, Grim can have a hostile dog barking and snapping directly in his face for an hour and all he does is sit there looking dumb like "WOW KIND OF NOISY IN HERE HUH". one of the little terrors even nipped his muzzle when he accidentally stepped over her while trying to move past, and all he did was get out of the way and look put-upon.

the little dogs will eventually run out of energy and they need to be socialized with big dogs anyway so this was a predicted outcome and everyone was prepared to deal with it, but it is so sad to see Grim just standing in the middle of a swarm of angry little critters, slowly wagging his tail and wondering why everything has to be a federal fucking issue