#utterly confused 💥

[starz4valen]

queers im fucking lost come save me

ok but in all seriousness,

despite labeling myself as aroace for a hot minute and finding comfort in that label and the community for a time—shit doesnt feel quite right anymore.

i have had ONE EX. one.

i genuinely think i was in love with him. i only felt what i felt with him,,,WITH HIM. nobody else. I felt the butterflies/giddiness, i loved his laugh, his smile, hearing him, his jokes, all the names he would call me, how much he said he loved me, our late night discord calls, having him around, just. him. when he rarely spoke abt shit that was bothering him it hurt me so bad, like i would hurt with him. and the mere THOUGHT of ME hurting him made me wanna sob.

as you can probably guess by the fact we’re exes, we’re not together anymore. it hurts. hell, my stomach tangled a bit as i typed that out. (could be cause recently someone who used to be a friend went and dated him and then got upset at me for getting upset at them but this ain't abt them.)

we broke up in like june last year, and i felt so fucking horrible about it bc it basically ended w him yelling at me over text at how horrible i am at listening and how i treated him more like a therapist—which i will admit i did. i sucked for that. it makes sense why tho, i was working through a lot of shit at the time, doesn’t justify it at all though. i should’ve treated him better. im desperately trying to fix it in my current relationships so that never happens again.

then again, he also treated me badly. he said things that really fucked with my sense of trust in people and just made me scared to get close with anyone like that ever again, or in general bc i was convinced everyone had some ulterior motive w me or secretly didnt give a shit abt me—but also i felt *I* was the problem. like every relationship im in is gonna end horribly bc im just that bad. its taken a lot to say that i feel loved by and trust my current friends, as well as trying to recognize that I deserve love, and im glad i can say that im getting better ^^

but,,,idk anymore

i concluded i was aroace almost a year after we broke up. there were a couple reasons. for one, i only really got that close w him. i dont really know if ive had a crush or what that feels like—in fact i think i faked one in elementary, the whole reason i got w my ex was bc he was flirting w me and it made me feel nice. (also bc i was worried he would be my only shot at love but i digress) i feel off when people talk about heading to poundtown or anything like that, the same with crushes—just crushes tho relationships i totally get—and i still struggle to wrap my head around attraction and how people just can look at someone without even knowing them at ALL and go “you. i want you.”

i wrote off how i felt when i was with him as simply some non-romantic form of attraction and called it a day.

but recently ive been reflecting on that, and i think i was wrong. the way that even now i get all these emotions by merely talking abt my ex says something. how upset seeing that "friend" going ahead and dating him after barely knowing him and just how angry i was says something. the way i cried seeing my best friend get a whole small crate of presents from their partner for their bday bc i was THAT JEALOUS says something. the way i yearn for affection and to be loved again says something. the way im starting to miss being in love again says something. the way i would always want some sort of relationship—even when i identified as aroace—but just never thought it would happen bc i didn't feel pretty enough, or mentally well enough, deserving of one, or like id ever be lucky enough to find someone who makes me feel that way again and how scared and sad that makes me,,,says something.

now in terms of poundtown—legit dunno. closest to that I've done w anyone was neck kisses from my ex, which i did really enjoy—but also i legit identified as ace like the whole time we were together and the few times he made jokes like that i felt uncomfy. plus the only way i feel i could be ok w going further w something like that is if its either excessively gentle or the most unserious thing ever. so tbh if i had to take a guess on how i feel abt that—not too keen on it.

I'm debating a couple labels, bi, aroace, bi and ace, demirose, and demirose and bi, but tbh i feel bi kinda fits the most? (maybe???) but also it doesn't. idk if its the fear of opening my mind to me being in a relationship despite my fear of intimacy and commitment or just that I'm aroace and this is my brain telling me to stop overthinking shit—but i know i wanna figure this shit out

if anyone has like legit any words of advice PLEASE send it my way. i will take even the tiniest crumb of guidance cause i am more lost than a child in ikea.

thanks to anyone who read all this <3

[lilacxquartz]

JJK x Reader: What they would do for your birthday

included: sukuna, uraume, kenjaku & mahito

tags/themes: drabbles, fluff, slightly suggestive, slight body horror for mahito, 500-1000 words per character

ao3 link • masterlist • mdni

a/n: levelling up this month so why not a lil drabble post 💥 i’ll write one up for the other chars next time

Sukuna

You had been officially with Sukuna for about a year now and have lived together with him for about half of that duration.

Therefore, it was only a matter of time before you ended up spending your birthday with him.

Or so you thought.

Waking up, you were surprised to find the bed completely empty and utterly devoid of his presence. Instead, Uraume stood in the doorway with a neutral look on their face, entirely unphased by you being partially undressed with the covers only concealing half of your otherwise bare body.

It took you a while to adjust to their unwavering stare before you noticed that they were holding onto something.

At first, you couldn’t help but consider the possibility that perhaps Sukuna had arranged for a gift to be dispensed at their hands rather than to deliver it himself. However, the longer you both stared each other down, the less likely that seemed to be the case.

Stepping forward, Uraume snapped open a roll of measuring tape in their hands, the object making a tight whipping sound, “Your measurements, please.”

Blinking, you tried to process their request.

“It would be wise if you could cooperate with me,” they added, piling onto your strained silence.

“Hold on a sec,” you murmured, “let me just get dressed—“

“—I really don’t mind,” they replied stiffly, “nor do I care.”

“I care, a-alright?” you partially stammered, feeling your face warm up under their eyes. Curse Sukuna for requesting that you sleep unclothed. “Just step out for a moment. …Please?”

With a weary eye roll, Uraume complied with your request.

Quickly slipping into a tank top and a pair of underwear, you awkwardly cleared your throat a couple of times to signal that you were ready.

As they walked back inside, they swiftly manoeuvred around you, looping the measuring tape around your arms and waist with calculated precision as you stood there with slowly building discomfort.

“S-so… what’s this for?” you asked.

“For lord Sukuna,” they quietly replied while taking a step back, their eyes closing for a moment as though to make a mental note, “a request of his so that I can make some… adjustments.”

You nervously laughed in response in an attempt to lighten the mood, “You make it sound so ominous.”

Uraume however did not reciprocate, leaving you alone in the bedroom where you were left to gather what remained of your throughts for a good couple of hours. In that time, you chose to take it as easy as possible in fearful anticipation for what Sukuna might have had in store for you.

When the time finally arrived for him to make his grand appearance, you were sitting in bed half awake against the headboard, sleepily browsing your phone.

Sukuna’s footsteps were methodical as he approached you, holding onto what appeared to be neatly folded fabric. His pointed fingernails lightly threaded around the cloth, seeming careful not to tear through the material.

Warily, you sat up and steeled yourself, unsure as to what to expect all the while he extended his arms, offering you what you were certain to be a gift.

Before you could say anything however, he promptly cut you off with a disapproving tone, “You will refrain from getting sentimental at my offering. I’m doing this out of pure etiquette.”

You blinked at him with a confused arched brow as your mouth slightly hung ajar. Thinking nothing of it, you carefully unfolded the cloth, unfurling the creases and gently spreading out a robe similar to the one he often wore.

Unable to resist a smile, you couldn’t help but ask in a teasing tone, “Did you just give me a matching kimono? Are we really matching? That’s so adora—“

“—cease, the rags you otherwise wear are simply… unacceptable, that’s all,” he huffed in a curt response, seeming displeased with your remark. “This is more so to please me than it is for you to enjoy.”

Your smile continued to grow as his words went right over your head. No matter how much he would continue to deny it, he got you something personal—something purposefully commissioned for you to wear that matched what he had.

Attempting to further taunt him for being soft, you opened up your mouth to tempt the idea. However he quickly grabbed your wrist and yanked it towards him as a playful threat, his voice low and full of warning, “Don’t push your luck, brat. You’ll try this on and let me see how it sits on you.”

Stifling your mockery for now, you quietly obeyed his word without further question to which he released you to do so. You punched one arm at a time through the kimono while he helped you ease into it; his eyes fixated intently on how you wore it, silently judging how you adapted to wearing the cloth.

“Perfect,” he whispered under his breath, although the annoyance he felt prior was steadily returning the longer you stared at him with that irritating smile, “again, don’t mistake this gift as an act of kindness. I’m simply ensuring that you dress the way I’d prefer.”

“Sure,” you replied with a sarcastic undertone.

You couldn’t lie though, the material was perfectly soft against your skin. It felt like wearing weightless silk that both cooled yet somehow warmed your body.

And despite the coldness that he continued to deliver you with his pointed stare, there was a flicker of something else in the depth of his eyes. Perhaps it was care, no matter how much he denied being unable to feel such an emotion.

Or perhaps it was longing… or a subtler form of affection that you didn’t quite understand.

Whatever it was, the gift was a token of his claim towards you—for you to wear something he did too, to present to the world that you were in fact truly his.

Which in his eyes was the most meaningful gift that he could ever give.

Uraume

Your interactions with Uraume were always a hit or a miss, at least initially. Slowly, you grew to appreciate their company over the last couple of years and during more recent times, the pair of you had blossomed into a relationship.

Taking such a big step forward was a challenge for you both, but you did come to value the way they showed affection—no matter how subtle it always was.

Together, you lived on a property not too far from Sukuna’s residence. They were always available at a moment’s notice for his every whim and need, so often times you were left to spend the evenings alone and when your birthday finally rolled around, you didn’t expect anything less.

However, much to your surprise, Uraume seemingly got off much earlier than you had anticipated, arriving home just before it was too dark. Just before you were too tired to stay up for their company.

“You’re home early,” you said, greeting them with an acknowledging nod as they lingered in the doorway—both hands clasped onto a box that they held onto for dear life.

As they nodded back, you became curious about the contents and gently placed your phone onto the sofa to inspect what they were carrying. Carefully, you trailed off to where they stood, looking down ever so slightly while they figured out how to address you.

“…Today is a significant day for you,” they spoke up at last, their hands slowly extending as they attempted to part with the box.

You grabbed onto it, securing it at parallel ends.

“Correct,” you slowly nodded.

A moment of silence had passed before Uraume continued on with what they wanted to say, “As such, I have brought you something as a gift. Please open it carefully.”

Nodding once more, you heeded their request and placed the box onto the breakfast table, sitting on a chair and began to open up the box. Slowly, you unloaded a fine china tea set with a delicate touch.

“Is it acceptable?” Uraume asked.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” you whispered, carefully inspecting each and every single fine detail, seemingly hand painted onto the dishes.

“I used to have a similar set, way back then,” they added, “although I couldn’t find the exact original.”

“You have incredible taste either way,” you complimented.

Uraume’s lips curled slightly, looking away for a second as you praised them,

“Is it… acceptable?” they asked you again, wondering if it was a gesture that you enjoyed or not. Uraume didn’t like it when things were sugarcoated, preferring a blunt or clear response instead.

“Yes,” you replied, “I love it.”

For Uraume to not only consider your interest but to also add a personal flair and also locate something potentially rare and nostalgic to them was an incredible gesture to you.

Seeming pleased, Uraume continued, “I could prepare you some tea then, if you’d like. You should be sleeping soon, so a cup might be nice.”

“I’d love that,” you replied.

“Then please sit tight,” they smiled, “allow me to treat you as you deserve.”

Kenjaku

Going to sleep at Kenjaku’s side and waking up alive the next day was a miraculous accomplishment each and every single time. It was such a relieving feeling, that you almost found yourself feeling thankful that on your birthday, you woke up feeling perfectly fine without a hint of unwelcome surprise.

No suspicious incisions, no missing organs—you were fine, all fine. Just fine…!

Yet as you left the bed and saw a note sitting at the doorstep to the entrance of the bedroom, you couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.

You warily picked it up, scanning over the surface of the paper:

‘Happy birthday. Your gift awaits.’

As you then unfolded the note completely, you found that there was more written on the inside; an unnamed address without any context.

Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself for whatever it was. You didn’t want to go anywhere unnecessary today, yet here he was, directing you somewhere potentially strange.

Chucking on your usual outfit—something lazy for running errands, you inputted the address into your GPS app and began to march towards the mysterious direction.

You supposed that you were lucky to be dating this man during the modern times, where you at least had modern technology to accurately guide you to wherever it was he directed you. Had this been just decades earlier with a paper map, you might have genuinely lost the single shred of sanity that you had left.

And upon reaching the address in question, you stepped inside what appeared to be an old antique shop. Inside stood an old man who trembled as he asked for your name, seeming equal parts nervous and relieved as he handed you a note with a key folded inside.

Sighing, you thanked the man and parted the key from the paper, reading more of his forsaken words:

‘Unlock compartment #51 and retrieve the contents.’

Doing just that, you asked the man if he knew what the note was talking about and with a strained nod, he led you to a small room filled to the brim with small drawers dotted with little key slots. You supposed that this antique shop somehow doubled as an old post office perhaps, given the worn state of the lockers.

You braced yourself for whatever you were about to find in the allocated compartment, frowning as you retrieved a small box wrapped in paper. Inside, was an even smaller box, although completely metal with a cap on it and to your lacking surprise, another note.

“Oh for the love of—“ you muttered as your eyes focused on the new piece of paper:

‘Return home and loudly close the door. Break the seal of the case and place it onto the counter.’

With an almost exasperated groan, you stormed back to your shared home and did exactly as he instructed—feeling genuinely unsure as to why you were torturing yourself on what appeared to be a scavenger hunt for what gave him the audacity to do such a thing.

You stared at the activated case with a narrowed gaze, half expecting the damned thing to blow up. It was surely not too promising as smoke seeped through the narrow ventilation slots and as a loud beeping noise played, but then you smelled something pleasant.

Kenjaku then materialised seemingly out of nowhere, jolting you with unanticipated surprise as he swooped in to disassemble the case, unveiling a small cake of some kind that he then took a bite out of, without offering you a single crumb.

“…Excuse me?” you asked, staring at him in disbelief.

“I haven’t had one of these for centuries,” he replied, his mouth slightly muffled as he chewed.

You continued to stare at him, “And why did you make me go through all of that?”

Initially he curiously hummed but then smiled upon finishing up the confection, “So that I could give you a gift that you wouldn’t forget. A pleasant memory.”

“I didn’t find it very pleasant…” you sulked.

Kenjaku simply continued to smile as he patted your head, messing up your hair in the process, “But it was definitely unforgettable, right?”

“I… I guess so?” you reluctantly supposed.

“Then, consider that to be my gift to you,” he replied, “a day of intrigue, but also enrichment.”

“T-thank you?” you replied in a state of quickly growing confusion; completely unsure of what was even happening.

Seeming satisfied, Kenjaku retreated from you as he slinked back into what was his study, “You’re welcome,” he sang before disappearing into the room.

All the while you could do nothing but simply stand there, confused yet also… somehow fulfilled?

Mahito

You weren’t sure how, but you managed to find yourself entangled in Mahito’s personal web. You weren’t sure as to why this strange cursed spirit seemed to spare you, but you were starting to wish that he hadn’t, given how often he popped into your own home.

You tried just about everything to keep him out, but he was just too damn determined. It was on a nightly basis that he made it into a routine; somehow breaching your barricaded doors and boarded up windows to routinely appear in your bedroom.

You could always tell when he was there, too.

Initially he gave you the creeps as he lingered in the shadows of your dark bedroom, but slowly he became something to simply just expect.

And with the all too familiar tapping of his knuckles against the wall, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed as he paid you yet another visit against your will.

Flashing on the lights, you bathed the once dark room in a blinding glow and there he was; stood idly up against your wall, waiting for you to notice him.

“Miss me?” he asked, leaning ever so slightly forward which caused his silver locks to sway.

You groaned into your pillow, turning away from him, mumbling something just coherent enough for him to parse, “I’m about to go to sleep. Go away.”

“Sleep? How boring~” he mocked in a jovial tone. “Especially on such a special day.”

You reluctantly acknowledged that it was indeed your birthday, choosing to push down the curiosity you had in mind with how on earth he managed to obtain such knowledge to begin with.

“Correct,” you begrudgingly replied, “so can my present be for you to leave me alone?”

Mahito simply laughed in response, a shrill and mocking sound escaping his lips. It always bothered you how expressive his features were yet how vacant his eyes seemed to be.

“Silly!” he exclaimed. “That would be rude of me, now wouldn’t it?”

“…The opposite, actually,” you mumbled.

Mahito pushed himself off of the wall and made his way to sit by your side while you were still in bed. He made a point of pulling off your blanket away from you and throwing the pillows off to the side—forcing you to whether you wanted to or not, to acknowledge his existence.

However, before you could react any further, his bare fingers brushed against your forehead with a strange, almost alien sensation that followed.

It felt like a headache of some sort but you couldn’t quite figure it out just yet.

Something was simply just… off.

Warily, both of your hands felt around your scalp, feeling something pointed and sharp spearing out of your head. In an attempt to get it off of you, you seemed to make the pain worse.

Such a realisation that he might have altered your body filled you with a deep sense of dread and that wasn’t a feeling you were particularly ready to accept.

“W-what did you just do…?” you asked with a trembling voice.

Mahito clapped his hands together in delight, seeming thoroughly amused at the sight before him. His eyes gleamed with pure excitement as he traced the air with a pointed finger, drawing an outline of your figure.

“Just a little something to get you into the party spirit,” he hinted with a sense of excitement that was just barely contained, “why not look into the mirror and see for yourself?”

Albeit reluctantly, you got out of bed and padded your way to the standing floor mirror that you had in the corner of your room. You weren’t quite sure what to expect, but upon seeing a literal organic mass spearing from the top of your head, it certainly wasn’t that.

The longer you stared at it, the more uneasy you felt.

The very sight of it alone made you feel nauseated.

“G-get it o-off…!” you barely choked out, the volume of your voice croaking out as nothing more than a whisper.

Mahito’s grin then grew wider, “Not yet, birthday girl. How about some gratitude for your very own built in party hat?”

Surrendering to his terms under the implication that he would undo such a ridiculous alteration to your body, you managed to sputter out that could have resembled coherent words.

“Th-tha-thank y-you, Ma-mahito.”

Yet, the patch faced spirit didn’t seem satisfied with your attempt at all, tilting his head off to the side as though to indicate disappointment.

“Let’s try again,” he requested with a feigned sulk, “with a little bit more enthusiasm, perhaps?”

“Th-thank you!” you blurted out, although still sounding more horrified than grateful.

“That’s better,” Mahito cheered on, his personality rebounding in a split second, “but still not quite good enough,” he added on, “one last time with the right amount of passion? Unless you’d rather I keep it permanently like that?”

“Thank you for this incredible gift, Mahito!” you exclaimed, practically shouting as your both your voice as well as your dignity left your body.

Seeming genuinely pleased, Mahito ran his fingers by your head once again before returning you back to your original form. Not only were you right as rain, but he also gave you a good minute to compose yourself, waiting for you to scold him.

“What was that…?” you huffed.

“A magic trick for your birthday party,” he beamed, charading the flick of a wand, “a gift to get you into the birthday mood!”

“Oh, I’m in a mood alright,” you sighed.

“Not to worry,” he announced after yet another moment of painful silence, his sudden movement jolting you, “I’m going to leave you alone for now. So goodnight, better be thankful or else I’ll bite tonight~!”

Your eye twitched as he continued to taunt you with the almost burdening reminder that regardless of his promised absence, that he would come crawling back into your life the very next day.

Perhaps however, you should be thankful that he only seemed to want to rile you up rather than to torture you.

So maybe that much was a gift in itself than anything else.

>>> more birthday jjk drabbles

[thechaoticplayer]

Grinding on him 🔞

Author's note: Shu Yamino brainrot go brrrr.... this is just fucking filth, absolute filth. Might be slightly ooc dude I spent like hours on this shit lord help me

Summary: Your boyfriend is streaming and you're sitting on his leg. Rubbing circles on your inner thigh as he played, and your thoughts begin to wander down a... naughty path....

Contains: grinding, overstimulation/edging, the sorcerer plays with your pussy while HES LIVE, praising/degrading, Dom Shu and all that juicy shit

DNI or not idgaf 💥 Shu Yamino x f!reader

You can hear your boyfriend's voice from the other side of the wall of your room. Is it strange that you were pressed up against the wall for the duration of Shu's stream, listening to every word he said? You suppose you were just madly in love with the Sorcerer. (No, more like you were utterly infatuated with him.)

"...put this here and you'll- oh! I got it!" Shu exclaims, excitement in his tone. You smile at his exclamation and suppress a giggle. Suddenly, you really wished you were in the same room as him. He wouldn't mind if you snuck in and just chilled with him, right?

In your favorite colored socks, you slid out your room and in front of Shu's door. Wrapping your hand around the knob cautiously, you slowly turn it. You open the door just a crack, peering inside to see the computer illuminate the room. With his headphones on, he didn't hear you approach behind him with tippy toes.

You bite your lip, hiding a grin. You reach out towards Shu's ear, tickling the shell of his ear with a brush of your fingertips. He absent-mindedly itches it and you smile. You decide to watch him for a few minutes.

"How long are you going to stare and not say anything?" Shu says out of the blue, and you see from the reflection of his PC a small smirk.

You blink. "How long did you know I was here?"

"Since you walked in."

You chuckle, leaning down to his left. He glances at you for a second before returning his gaze to the screen. "Yeah guys, it's my girlfriend. She came to visit."

"Hey everyone!" You wave at the screen with a laugh. "Just coming to check on my beloved Shu."

Shu's lips quirk up. "You're so sweet."

His attention goes back to the game and you just stand there, a bit awkwardly honestly. He talks about the game or responds to chat. You drop to your knees, ducking underneath Shu's arm and crawling into his lap, facing the screen, with a huff.

"Babe," Shu mumbles as you turn your head and start burying your face into his neck. "Is something wrong?"

"Mmno," you hum, pressing a light kiss to his jaw. You can feel the skin heat up from the contact.

"Alright," he murmurs, one hand off the keyboard now to rub circles onto your inner thigh. You practically purr from the touch, continuing to kiss down his neck affectionately.

Shu continues his live, playing his video game and interacting with his viewers who were screaming and being absolute insane shippers in the chat. It seemed so domestic. A little too domestic. Too much of a cuddly atmosphere for your taste at the moment.

An idea pops into your head and you smirk against his skin. Let's see good Shu is with multi-tasking, hmm? how focused he can be without breaking...

You wiggle around, casually rubbing your ass against his crotch. You hear a small grunt from the sorcerer, but he says nothing. You kiss his jawline, nipping at his ear with a giggle.

"What are you-?"

You kiss him abruptly, cutting off what his question. You take his chin in your fingertips, turning his face towards you as squirm around your adored seat. You bite his lip gently and press your ass down hard onto his crotch. He gasps and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth.

The chat were confused, asking if Shu's model had froze. Little did they know he was trapped in a heated make-out session and he quietly groaned into the kiss. You could feel his growing erection underneath his pants and you smirk against the kiss.

Shu broke away quickly, breathing heavily with half-lidded eyes and swollen lips. "S-sorry guys, is it fixed now?" You roll your eyes playfully, catching the slight stutter and continuing to slowly grind yourself onto him. His breath hitches and you see in the corner of your eye he briefly closed his eyes.

"I'm fine, just a bit... thirsty." He adjusts himself, leaning forward so your back is pressed against his back. He whispers in your ear, "I'm streaming live, you do realize that right? do you know you can get us in trouble with your... shenanigans?"

Your fingers trails down his jaw and you smile. "That's if they catch us, right?"

His eyes darken noticeably, and he leans back in his seat. "That's what you want?"

You shrug. "Maybe, maybe not."

God, you were acting like such a fucking brat! He has to put his foot down. Shu wasn't going to let you make a mess of him in front of his viewers, nonono. Don't get it twisted, darling.

His hand slithering across your leg, Shu continues playing as if nothing happened. You shift once in a while and he had to repress a groan. Feeling the plush of your ass against his cock made him go crazy because he wasn't able to turn you around and fuck you like a animal in heat yet. Instead, he had to drag this out and make you suffer along with him.

Shu slips his hand past the waistband of the pants you were wearing and your breath (expectantly) catches. Shu chuckles low under his breath, going lower and lower before going back up again, running his nails across your stomach. This causes shivers up your spine and you wiggle impatiently.

His other hand grasps your waist, keeping you from moving. He squeezes, a way of telling you to keep still. You still, and his hand slides back down to your panties. Shu rubs small circles around your clit, and you can't help but raise your hips to chase after his touch.

But Shu instantly slaps your pussy. Hard. You almost gasp loudly but you slap your hands over your mouth. Shu goes back to rubbing your clit through the cloth, muttering quietly in your ear,

"Make a single noise and I stop. Do you understand?" You nod silently. "Good girl."

As a reward, a digit slips under the panties as massages your pussy. You bite your lip as he traces the area around the bundle of nerves that is quivering with excitement. He pinches and it takes all of your will to not whimper. Shu hums in his throat, his skilled fingers finding your clitoris quite easily. He rubs it painfully slow, enjoying the way your legs twitch. Enjoying the feel of your slick coating his fingers. How wet you are for him.

Shu lifts his fingers to his lips, licking and nearly groaning at the taste. You taste so well on his fingers. You watch him closely, squeezing your legs together and rubbing for friction. He grabs one leg and forces it open, glaring at you with lustful eyes. You make a small noise and swallow.

His hand finds your pussy once more, but this time slides a finger in. You nearly moan but you keep it inside. The sorcerer's finger dives deep inside, pumping in and out at a slow pace before shoving another finger in. His thumb traces circles on your clit and it's getting really hard not to let out noises that you're desperately trying to force inside.

The squelching of your pussy is slightly audible, but not loud enough for the audience to hear thankfully. Shu continues on, saying a couple of things here and there while biting your neck and leaving purplish-red marks behind. His fingers brush against the soft spot, the spot that makes you see stars when Shu's cock hits it just right. He curls and pumps and teases, getting you nearer and nearer to your release but never allowing you to cum.

Just as you thought he was going to finally let you cum, he stops suddenly, exclaiming about something he had just achieved. You whine, not even caring if they hear you or not.

Shu's gaze fixes itself on you and you immediately know you fucked up. He pulls his fingers away and licks them clean with no care in the world.

"What did I tell you?" Shu whispers quietly, a predatory look on his face.

You gulp. "I'm s-sorry-"

Shu stands up suddenly, causing a yelp out of you as fall forward and catch yourself, hands on the desk and your ass right up against his hard-on.

Shu curses, his hand on his headset. "Hey guys, I'm afraid I have to end the stream early today, something just happened but it'll be alright, don't worry! I'll make it up to you, Yaminions!"

He ends stream. You turn your head to look behind you. A shudder.

The sorcerer yanks your pants down, the chilled air making goosebumps form across your naked rear. He shoves his own down and his erection springs free from its confines, slapping your ass. But you can't help but feel excited for what was about to occur.

"You think this is going to go well for you?" Shu laughs darkly, his tip sliding past your folds and collecting the slick all over. He asks. "I'm going to fuck you till you pass out, you needy slut..."

"Please please!" You push back against him, and you almost felt his tip slip inside your sopping hole.

"Not so fast." His dick glides across your pussy, bumping your clit and making you whimper. A hand presses into your back, forcing you flat on the desk. Your breasts uncomfortably smushed against his keyboard and you wriggle in his grasp.

"You need to be taught a lesson, yeah?" Finally, Shu shoves his cock into you, ripping a moan out of you. He thrusts hard into you and your walls almost clamp around him. He did edge you, and you were nearly there yet again. Dragging his dick in and out of your walls slowly again and you nearly groan out of frustration. "Maybe I should edge you until you break? or should I overstimulate you until you beg me to stop?" Shu pauses to think. "The latter sounds a tad better..."

Now, with your tits flush against his keyboard, Shu rams himself into you harshly and you cum instantaneously with a loud as fuck moan. But he doesn't stop, he keeps going, harder, faster, nails digging into your waist as he pushes himself into you. With each thrust, the sorcerer seems to enter deeper and deeper, kissing that spot over and over again without fail.

"S-Shu! S-stop!" You plead, the overstimulation causing your legs to shake as your cum drips down your legs.

"Not until. im done," Shu growls, rutting into you with startling ferocity. Your walls clamp around him again, signaling you were going to cum again. He groans. "Fuck, you feel so good. Taking me like the good girl you are."

You dig into the desk, moving backward and forward as the desk repeatedly hits the wall from Shu's harsh thrusts. Tears swell in your eyes, cheeks burning and your pussy feeling as if it were on fire. Lewd noises of your wetness squelching, the intimate sound of skin slapping against each other echoes through the room. You already came three times already, while Shu only came once and showed no signs of stopping.

"Good girl, tell me, what's in this pussy of yours?" He snakes a hand around your waist, playing with you clit once more.

"N-ngh! You- your-" A moan interrupts your sentence, tears spilling down your face as you tried to scramble away from the sensation. But Shu's hold on you is too strong, especially with you beginning to weaken further.

"My what?"

"Your cock! I-i-in me!" You babble incoherently, mind turning into mush as drool falls down from your lips. "Feel so good- mm!"

"I'm the only one who makes you feel this good, yeah? Good girl, doing so well for me, m-mmhm..."

Spilling his loads into you yet again, he pauses, breathing heavy, hair clinging to his face.

"Just... one more round..."

[arysbruv]

Eyes that follow.

The King of Curses had never fallen in love before. It was weak. Yet, when he saw you, something clicked inside of him. He was curious about you, but the way you ignored him was simply unacceptable

pairings: ryomen sukuna x reader

warnings and whatnots: High School AU. Sukuna and Itadori are brothers. dumbass Sukuna. Sukuna being oblivious to his own feelings. Sukuna low-key being a stalker a bit but you know so it’s okay?

Reader: 🌊 Sukuna:💥

It was safe to say Ryomen Sukuna had never fallen in love before. It was weak. Then, suddenly you came along and ruined everything for him.

He first spotted you walking with his brother Yuji. Something about you allured him but he chalked it up to nothing.

“Hi, you must be Yuji’s brother!” - 🌊

He ignored you.

Days past and he couldn’t get the thought of you out of his head. He watched as you walked in the school campus. Eyes following closely, sometimes he’d even follow you quietly.

You ignored him and it drove him crazy.

He needed to talk to you.

💥: Hey. I got your number from my brother.

🌊: wtf? Hi? what do you want?

💥: you. 💥: I mean I want to talk to you. 💥: don’t get the wrong idea, brat.

🌊: k?

you responded. You responded!

He didn’t understand why you piqued his interest so quickly. Maybe you had some unknown power that he didn’t know of.

Whatever it was, it had caused him to wait outside your class the next day.

“So, what do you want?” - 🌊

“Why are you so enticing? For a person who seems really weak, why are you so enticing. Is there a hidden power behind you weak figure?” - 💥

You stare at him, confused and offended. You didn’t respond and left quickly.

His eyes follow your figure as you left.

After that day, he never left you alone.

He followed you around, talking while simultaneously accidentally insulting you.

The way you ignored him drove him crazy

It only caused him to follow you around even more, desperate for a piece of your attention.

“Bro, what’s up with you and y/n? Why do you keep following them around.” His brother confronts.

Sukuna keeps quiet, not knowing how to answer. How did he not know? He was Ryomen Sukuna, he was supposed to know.

Yet, you had changed him, and he didn’t know if he liked that.

Yuji listens as Sukuna rants and talk about you. Trying to explain why he did what he did.

He laughs. Yuji laughs at him.

Sukuna had never been this enraged at his brother before.

“You like her! Oh my, you like y/n!”

The audacity. As if he would like you! He couldn’t, he wouldn’t! You were just some lowly peasant to him.

Yet, the thought rang through his head throughout the night, following him through the day and eating up at him by its end.

Did he like you?

💥: Oi, brat.

🌊: what do you want, stalker boy

💥: meet me tomorrow at the convenience store outside school.

🌊: can i not?

💥: you have no choice.

🌊: nuh uh.

💥: you come or else I’m hunting you down.

🌊: Why do you want me to meet you? 🌊: Hello? 🌊: hello??? 🌊: kys

Frankly, you were getting a bit annoyed with him.

You did have to admit you might have a teensy tiny little crush on him and liked him being attentive to you, but it was quickly ruined by how utterly rude he way.

You didn’t understand what he wanted so much from you that caused him to follow you around.

He was odd. Yet, maybe you were also a bit odd because here you wait in front of the convenience store for his appearance.

He watched you from the corner, heat filling his face. He didn’t understand what was happening to him.

Did he like you? No! This must be your cursed technique!

He needed to confront you about it.

“Oi, brat, over here!” He called out to you. You raise your head from your phone, looking at the man who had finally graced you with his appearance.

You hide a smile as you look him up and down. You keep your face calm.

“What do you want?” You ask plainly, a bored look on your face.

It drove him nuts. Were you bored? Bored in his presence? No. He needed to change that. He can’t have you being bored near the King of Curses’ presence, can he now?

“What the hell are you doing to me?!” He exclaims loudly, being blunt. His face a mixture of annoyance as his eyes twitched. He looked down at you, gauging your response.

Your face changes from a nonchalant and bored expression to confused. What in the world was he talking about?

“Ever since I saw you, you’ve been infiltrating my brain. I don’t understand, what type of Curse Technique you have but whatever it is, stop! Stop before I make you stop.”

You were even more confused?

Curse technique?

Your curse technique was the same as Megumi! What was he talking about?

“What?”

“Don’t act clueless! You’ve taken hold of my head. You’ve entered and made home in it, and I can’t seem to evict you out! You made my brain your home and my heart your toy. Stop it!” He says truthfully, as he looked at you with a look of hatred.

You stay frozen for a moment, processing all the information he had just forced onto you. You didn’t understand.

Realisation dawns on your face. Your gaze meets his and you swore you saw his eyes flicker from anger to a softness you had never seen. You gaze upon his face, taking note of the small hint of red that tinted his face. You smile sweetly at him.

“Sukuna. Do you like me?” You ask plainly.

His eyes widen at the question as his face gets redder.

“As if! Why would I like a lowly peasant like you. I am way above you. I could kill you if I wanted to!” He says, his voice loud.

You laugh. “Aw, what a shame. I liked you too.”

He looks at you with a confused expression, his eyebrows furrow as he looked down at you.

You smile at him as you walk away, yet you didn’t get far before he grabbed your arm, pulling you near to him.

“Oi.” He grinned at you. His eyes making its way down to take a proper look at you. His grin becomes wider as his eyes follow your eyes. “You didn’t think that I would let you go that easily, did you?”

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 3 - “Pillow Talk”

Summary: Katsuki is “forced” to tell his parents about his girlfriend. Later during the night, he shares his true feelings with Y/N.

Warnings: Swear words, that’s it!

Season 1 💥 Season 2 Chapter 1 💥 Master List

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Mitsuki’s mug falls on the floor as she takes in the view in front of her.

It’s not like she wasn’t sure these two will end up together eventually and there was also that phone call with Katsuki which made his son’s intentions with this girl obvious, she just didn’t think her boy will actually do it so soon. Plus, they acted more like two bickering siblings, teasing each other through the whole evening. Even though they were sharing a blanket they didn’t move towards each other at all. Mitsuki was sure they have a long way to go before the time feels like right for them confess to each other.

So… this… in front of her… was a massive surprise. Mitsuki stopped breathing when his son looked at Y/N with that confused and longing look. She froze completely when Y/N looked back at him. She has no idea how much time has passed since the impromptu staring contest but when she blinked herself back to life the two were kissing on her sofa, in each other’s arms while the movie rolled on the TV, completely ignored by the whole family.

Mitsuki didn’t mean to drop her mug and ruin the moment; she wanted to wait it out and then start yelling profanities to his ungrateful son of a bitch son who forgot to tell her about this massive change in his life.

“I’ll clean that up, honey.” Masaru jumps up from the sofa, leaving the soon-to-be battleground, the coward.

“Katsuki fucking Bakugou.” Mitsuki sneers. “Didn’t you forget to tell me something?!”

“Oh shut up, old hag.” Katsuki rolls his eyes while Y/N tries her best to hide under the blanket. “Stop staring and watch your fucking cheesy movie.”

“Oh, you mean the cheesy movie that made you do cheesy fucking shit on my couch that ended up in a make out session right in front of your parents?!” Mitsuki says, not believing his son’s shenanigans.

“Jesus, I kissed my girlfriend, put my head on a fucking spike!” Katsuki retorts, offended. She’s gonna kill this boy.

“Katsuki, that’s not the problem here.” Y/N mumbles under the blanket.

“Then what is the fucking problem?!” Katsuki yells, utterly confused. Mitsuki still can’t believe his son listens to someone.

“You didn’t tell her we are a couple! I knew this is a terrible way to tell them. Your father already ran away.” She sighs.

“Why didn’t you say so?!”

“Like you ever listen to anyone you fucking madman!” Y/N appears under the covers now; apparently she’s had enough time to get over her embarrassment.

“That’s true.” Katsuki deadpans and looks between the two ladies with a confused face. “Now what.”

“Oh my god, you are insufferable.” Y/N sighs again. “Mrs. Bakugou, I am dating your son.”

“We ain’t dating.” Katsuki retorts and you look at him with a confused look on your face. “We are in a serious relationship so get used to her cuz she’s ain’t going anywhere. Don’t bug her with your wedding dress designs though, she might freak out.”

“Are you not freaking out?” Y/N asks, utterly confused now.

“Why would I? It doesn’t matter if it’s now or in a few years, it will eventually happen, we might as well get over with it.” Katsuki deadpans. Mitsuki can’t help but snort at that.

“Really romantic Katsuki, can’t wait.” Y/N rolls her eyes but there is a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Okay, you menace, I’ll make it so fucking romantic you will cry your fucking eyes out. You just wait.” Katsuki clearly took it as a challenge which is funny and sad at the same time but to be honest, you knew what you’re getting into when you said yes to be the madman’s girlfriend; you might not have cheesy stories to tell your kids but funny ones?! You’ll have a shit ton of those, that’s for sure.

“That’s it.” Mitsuki throws her arms in the air. “I’m bringing out my wedding dress ideas!”

“MOM!” Katsuki yells after his mother but it’s a lost cause; the book is in her hands already.

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As the sun goes down and the world gets dark, another uncomfortable conversation is about to happen.

The conversation about…

“So, Y/N is sleeping with you, right? I ain’t gonna wash the sheets for no reason, work smarter not harder and shit.” Mama Bakugou looks at you two. Well, this is awkward.

It’s not like there is any shame in not sleeping together yet, one way or another, you haven’t been together for that long, but it’s still such a sensitive topic and you are quite sure your boyfriend does not want to have that conversation with his mother.

“Whatever he wants, I’m fine with both.” You mumble quietly. Katsuki rolls his eyes and tries to play it cool.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, Menace.” He smirks. What the fuck does he mean by that?! He was fine the last time you shared a bed! And before… oh wow, you actually forgot you spent a few nights together already due to a a mission that went terribly wrong. The mission ended up with you two making out on Katsuki’s office desk though. Your cheeks heat up as you remember his soft touch in the middle of the night, on the day he got quirked by the villain, Anguish; and the time he pulled you close and inhaled your scent to calm himself after a nightmare, a day prior the incident.

“Uhm… wait until you wake up on the floor, Blasty boy.” You try to smirk back, but you probably only make yourself look like a foolish teen trying to flirt with the coolest boy in the class.

Mitsuki jumps into your conversation.

“I’ll ignore you two bantering like you’ve never slept in the same bed before.” Mitsuki says, her hands up in the air in surrender and moves towards her room to retreat for the night.

“Oi, we’ve slept together before.” Katsuki retorts, offended, yelling after his mother with a red face. “I ain’t scared to share a bed with my woman! Put in your earplugs, just in case.” Katsuki retorts and you roll your eyes; that’s a fucking bluff but what can you do with his fragile masculinity? It’s a part of him, let’s be honest.

“TMI, son. Good night.” She looks at her son one last time with one brow raised mockingly.

“Fuck off, hag.” Katsuki spits and makes his way towards the bathroom. “Let’s wash up.” He stomps away aggressively, pulling you with him for some weird ass reason. You stop in the middle of your tracks; Katsuki needs to take the chill-pill. Right now.

“Katsuki, calm down. First of all, you have no clothes to change into. Second of all, I’m quite sure you don’t want us to wash up together, but correct me if I’m wrong.” You grin while Katsuki rolls his eyes aggressively.

“You are still a fucking menace.” Katsuki grumbles as he changes his route to go back to his room instead.

“And you still like me.” You tease but his answer makes your insides churn in an uncomfortable way.

“I don’t like you.” Katsuki announces, his voice strong and unwavering; they also sting like a bitch. You’re rendered speechless. “Yeah, think about that.”

You will… definitely… think about that.

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“So… why did you act like a thirty year old virgin in front of your own mother, Katsuki?” You ask while Katsuki shuffles as far away from you as possible on the bed. It can’t get more awkward than this; your mind is still clouded by his cruel words and Katsuki… is being Katsuki. Rude and distant. You can’t believe this man was kissing your scars just a few hours ago, kneeling in front of you like you are the most valuable treasure the world has ever seen.

Well, family does that to people sometimes, you guess. You can love and appreciate your family but sometimes, it’s just hard be yourself around them. You can only hope his facade will slowly crumble as Katsuki takes a few deep breaths and settles in the bed.

“I don’t fucking know.” Katsuki grumbles. “It was so fucking awkward to talk about this with her. She always makes me feel so fucking small. She always does that and I hate it.” He shuffles to the side of the bed so you can’t see his face. This might not be the comfortable conversation you’ve been looking for, but seeing Katsuki’s vulnerable side is so rare you feel genuine gratitude towards the whole situation.

“She loves you. So much.” You mumble into your pillow, moving your body to the other side to face his bare back. It’s full of scars, probably rough to the touch, but you would do anything to be able touch all of them, slide your fingers over the broken tissue, one scar after another until you trace every single one on his body; you want to remember them all, have them carved into your heart so you can see them even when your eyes are closed and your mind is fuzzy. “She worked months on those wedding dresses, Katsuki. Months. One of them had small explosions embroidered onto the fabric which only you could see; it looked pure white from the distance. She took me into the family without a single fucking question, because she trusts you. Some people suck at showing affection and love, and it definitely runs in the family, but Katsuki, you are so fucking loved here.” You sigh, your hand reaching towards his back unconsciously. You take your hand back in the middle of the movement, terrified of scaring him away; vulnerable Katsuki must be handled with care and caution like a wounded wild animal; one single mistake and the softness is replaced by sharp teeth and aggressive growls.

“I can’t do it. I don’t know how. I can’t see it either. I can’t see someone loving me, there’s nothing here to love. I’m a fucking mess. I don’t know what I’m doing and I fucking hate this feeling.” The end of sentence is muffled by his pillow but you can hear it loud and clear. This whole situation reminds you of the day he got quirked and you hate it. Really, really hate it.

“Katsuki, can I touch you?” You ask hesitantly. Katsuki nods but doesn’t move towards you so you put your hands on his back and trace the scars, just how you wanted in the first place.

“There is so much to love, Kats.” You smile and Katsuki’s body tenses under your touch. “For instance, today you made me stand up for myself and ask for the food I like. You made me feel like I can have what I want. You reassured me you want me in your life forever. You looked at me like I’m the best thing in the world, while we watched that stupid movie with your mom. You kissed my scars like they are something to cherish and not something to hide. You gave me your favorite old T-shirt to sleep in.” You smile fondly.

“How do you know it’s my favorite T-shirt?” Katsuki asks, his voice deep and tired.

“Even though it’s freshly washed it still smells like burnt sugar.” You admit and take a deep breath to inhale the sweet scent. Katsuki doesn’t move towards you, he’s still facing the wall instead, but he takes a deep breath and sighs, some of the tension leaving his body with his exhale.

“When I said I don’t like you… I really don’t think I do. I don’t think it’s the right word. It doesn’t feel right.” Katsuki mumbles. Your hand stops on his back and your breath hitches. You have no idea where is he going with this; is it a good or a bad thing? Fuck, you are really tense.

“Describe it.” You whisper, snuggling closer to his back. He tenses for a second, but it doesn’t last long.

“I don’t like people in general. They annoy me. I always hated them, I hated how it was necessary to be surrounded by them to stay on the top; when I was a child, I kept a few idiots around just to have some people by my side… Just to bully the shit out of Deku and share the blame. I hated them. I thought I hated Deku even more, but… I really don’t. He annoys the shit out of me but he’s been the one constant thing in my life, the one person who stayed by my side even when I fucked everything up. When I was attacked by the sludge monster, those fuckers just left me there to die. But Izuku… he tried to save me even though he was very weak back then. Even though I told him to go and die, he decided to die for ME. And even then, I still resented him, the whole idea of him being my closest friend. I fought against it and made his whole life miserable, yet he stayed. I might have apologized to him, but I’ve never said thank you. I can’t do it.” Katsuki sighs, deep in thought. “Then Eijirou came along… that fucker was a true menace; I yelled at him so much yet he only grinned and looked at me like it’s a fucking praise. I hated him so much for being a nuisance, I thought he’s nothing but another useless idiot who’ll run away from me with the first chance he’s got. Then he saved my life. It was so fucking dangerous, Y/N, but he did it anyway. Then you…. Fuck.” Katsuki’s voice wavers. “You just barged into my fucking life, yelling and clawing at me at every available moment, then turned my whole fucking life upside down and I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore. All these fucking feelings are choking me. I don’t know what to do with them. I thought I have everything I wanted except the number one title, but then I started to feel like something’s missing and hated you for it. I still do. You made me want all the things I thought I’ll never have. You opened up these fucking doors and I don’t know what to do with them. I know I should be thankful, but I’m not there yet. But one day, I’ll tell you how fucking thankful I am that you pulled me out of my misery. It’s like the world was black and white and you painted it with fucking colors, but they hurt my eyes so much, even though it’s so pleasant to see them. I don’t like you, Y/N. The word is too shallow. It means fucking nothing and you are way more than that. I feel like if this would be just a dream and I’d wake up from it, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. It’s like a part of you lives inside me and I’m a fucking zero without you in my life. I can’t see myself without you Y/N, and it really fucking terrifies me. You are my weakness. You are the bane of my fucking existence. You are something I’ve never wanted but I can’t live without. You are really important to me. A part of me. That’s what I feel. I hate it.”

You don’t know what to say. Your face is wet with tears, ugly sobs bubbling up as you repeat his words in your head, slowly understanding the implications of them.

You want to pour all your feelings into him, kiss him until he understands how much you love this side of him and how thankful you are for his existence. You want to go to bed with him every day, exchanging vulnerable secrets with each other under the blanket of the night, safe and content in each other’s arms.

“Are you crying?” Katsuki finally decides to show his face, turning around so you can see he him rolling his eyes. If it wouldn’t be so dark you would see how red-rimmed they are. “You are such a sap.”

“Oh, shut up, Kats.” You murmur and push yourself closer, your arm slowly snaking around his ridiculously thin middle. When Katsuki doesn’t pull away, you rest your head on his chest, snuggling impossible close until you are nothing but a mess of limbs. None of you say a anything after that, all the unsaid words swirling around you in the shape of tiny blades, they carve into your heart, quick and painful, but you try your best to resist.

I’m in love with you.

It’s not the right time to say it, so you bare with the pain in your chest and close your eyes; you take a deep breath, your mind already hazy from the scent of burnt sugar.

It’s a good kind of pain, because you know that one day, you’ll be able to speak freely about all of this and he’ll say it back.

And when that day comes, you’ll be the happiest person in the entire world.

Another day, another week, another month, another year… it doesn’t matter. You are willing to wait for eternity if it’s needed.

“Good night, love.” You mumble half asleep, not even aware of the words stumbling out of your mouth.

“Yeah. That’s the word.” Katsuki mumbles back, but you are way too sleepy to understand it.

The sleeps take you quickly in the safety of Katsuki’s arms and you don’t remember the last time you’ve slept so soundly through the night. One day, you need to thank Katsuki for that.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- This chapter was so cute 😭😭😭😭 (I’m also fangirling because I wrote this a few weeks ago so I kinda forgot how cute it is 😂) I love how Katsuki finally confessed in his own weird way.

- The way he described his feelings is actually a reference for the wedding chapter in first season where Y/N asked him how would he describe his dream partner. He literally said the same thing back then 😭

- Also, if you haven’t read the first season: Katsuki tends to talk a lot in bed and it’s easier for him to speak freely about his feelings before or after sleep so most of the emotional conversations will probably be in bed in the later chapters as well. The bed and the darkness is Katsuki’s safe place after all.

- The next chapter will be 18+, so if you are underage/not comfortable with that kind of stuff just ignore next week’s chapter; there will be a brief summary in the chapter after for those who decide to skip it! I’m trying my best not to make this season too explicit but Katsuki has his mind of his own and he just does things? (I don’t know how normal people write, but for me, my characters have their own mind. I had so many plans in the past that I had to scrap because I felt like that’s not what the character would do in certain situations. I’m a weirdo, I know.) When these two get their shit together there will be less of this kind of content, so don’t worry!

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[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝔈𝔵-𝔈𝔵 ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔎𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔦

I guess you could call this an Epilogue of sorts lol

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CW: Slight angst, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, insecurity, soft Katsuki, mentioned pregnancy, non-graphic mention of a breakdown, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it reference to past abuse, being recorded in public without their knowledge, random fans thirsting for DILF!Katsuki

((A little side note; Bakugou’s Hero name will always be Ground Zero to me, I’m sorry- I just- It’s so much better than Dynamight imo (´༎ຶོ^༎ຶོ`) ))

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Katsuki was amazingly happy with his little family. Civilians don’t realize it as he kept his scowling persona but anyone who knows him could see that he’s the happiest he’s ever been. Happier than when he rapidly climbed the ranks even within his early years of being a pro, climbing faster than nearly anyone had before. Happier than when he and Kiri, the Ground Riot Duo, were named Number 1 Heroes(even if they were overtaken by Deku just 5 months later).

With his wife and his stepdaughter, though he never called her as such, from the moment he remarried Y/n he simply called her his daughter. He had wanted to call her that beforehand but he was unsure if it would be received well. To him, it doesn’t matter that she isn’t his flesh and blood, Yumi is still his little girl.

He was completely and utterly happy. He didn’t think it could get any better than this. He had his wonderful wife back and they had a precious little daughter. Life was perfect. Even with the less desirable parts. Like when Yumi got her quirk and it was the same one as her biological father. Of that bastard. Y/n almost had a breakdown when she first saw it, thinking that he was back. But Katsuki helped her through it, he calmed her down and he made sure she was okay before he went to comfort his daughter.

She had seen her mother’s reaction and thought she had done something wrong. She knew what her Bio Father had done to her and she knew that she had gotten his quirk. The poor girl was worried that her mommy wouldn’t love her anymore for it. Katsuki was quick to squash those worries and comfort her and lightly explain, in a way that a little girl would understand, that Mommy was simply surprised and got a little bit scared and confused. Mommy would never stop loving her. He was even quicker to reassure her that he would never, never stop loving her, not ever, when she had expressed her worry that he’d be mad that she had someone else’s quirk.

Even with the lows, there came wonderful, spectacular highs. The days they’d share as a family and the days Katsuki would bring her to work with him and all her uncles and her auntie would dote over her and spoil her rotten. How she had all of them wrapped around her little finger(and she knew it). How she was so incredibly happy to have such a wonderful family to love her and back her up and gang up on Katsuki.

Then, Y/n got pregnant. She got pregnant with his baby. She got pregnant with a little combination of both of them. He was ecstatic. Both because he would get to have a perfect baby with the love of his life and because he would get to experience what he had missed out on with Yumi. Changing her diapers, staying awake for days on end to take care of her when she woke up at ungodly hours of the night, her first words, her first steps, being there for Y/n’s pregnancy.

Though, while he and Y/n were so incredibly happy and excited, Yumi seemed to be pulling away. So one day, while Y/n is having her monthly lunch date with his mother which he had heard would be spent taking her shopping for the baby things he knows nothing about, he decided to take Yumi out for a daddy-daughter day.

“Hey, Princess, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” He asks when they sit down for Boba.

“Nothing..” She refuses to meet his eye, knowing he could read her like an open book.

“Fire Cracker,” the nickname he had given her when she first started living with him melts her resolve, just enough, “you know you can talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“Are you… Are you still gonna love me?” She asks quietly as she stirs her drink as a distraction from her dad.

“What? Yumi, what are you talking about? I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll always love you, Fire Cracker.”

“But… Now you’re gonna have a real kid.. So.. You won’t need me anymore…” She sniffles, quickly wiping her forming tears. Katsuki’s heart nearly breaks at his little girl’s worries and he rushes out of his chair to kneel in front of her.

“Oh, princess. I will never ever ever stop loving you, you hear? Just because we’re not related by blood doesn’t mean you’re any less my daughter. Yea, this baby is biologically mine, but they’re my second real kid because you are my real kid. You’re here, aren’t you? Aren’t you?” He smirks lightly and reaches out to poke at her tummy, poke at her sides, squirm his fingers there and at the side of her neck, making her wiggle and squirm with squeals and giggles. A bright smile appears on his face at his little girl’s giggles and smiles. “You seem pretty real to me.” He smiles softly at her.

“You’ll always be my daughter, Yumi. It doesn’t matter if I have 1 biological kid or 1,000. You’re my first kid, my daughter.” He smiles at her and she shoots forward to cling to him in a hug. He picks her up and holds her in one hand and grabbed their drinks with the other masterfully and left the shop to head home.

What he didn’t expect when he got home, after stopping to get Yumi ice cream, was to find his wife in tears. Immediately he panicked and set Yumi down to rush to her side, the 6-year-old hurriedly trailing after him.

“Baby?! What happened?! Are you okay?! What’s going on?!” He crouched down to hold her hand as he looked up at her worriedly. What he was also not expecting was her to look at him with a wobbly smile.

“I love you so much, Bakugou Katsuki. You are the best father and husband I could ever hope to ask for.” She grinned at him as she sniffled, reaching forward to stroke his cheek as she wrapped her arm around her daughter who saddled up next to her and hugged her the way her mommy always does whenever she’s sad.

“Baby..?”He trails off, confused. Rather than answering, she holds her phone towards him with the video queued up that she had been watching on repeat from the moment it popped up. He slowly takes the phone and pressed play, immediately seeing himself sitting across from Yumi in the little shop they had been in not even an hour ago.

The video didn’t pick up what Yumi had said as Katsuki’s face shifted from worry to near anguish before he scrambled out of his seat. His voice was somewhat quiet but his speech could definitely be heard. He heard his own voice reassuring his daughter that he would love her always and that she would always be his daughter. Then, the volume picked up with her giggles and squeals when he tickled her and he heard a whispered ‘Awww’ from the person filming and someone next to them saying ‘That is the sweetest thing I have ever seen’. Then, he picked Yumi up and masterfully carried both drinks with one hand and began to take her home.

‘Oh my god, that was Ground Zero! And oh, that was the sweetest thing ever, he is such a good dad.’ The person filming cooed after he left, aiming their camera at the person with them but not showing their whole face.

‘Right? Ugh, he’s hot, he’s a good husband and a great dad?! Can he get any more perfect?’ They said before the camera person chuckled and hummed with agreement before the video cut off.

✯✯✯⬑ 💥💥💥 ⬏✯✯✯

Heyo, Lovelies! I want to start posting more of my writing on here so I hope you enjoy them! I’m also on AO3 if you want to check that out!

Hope you enjoy, and of course,

Until then, my lovelies! ♡

[its-all-or-nothing94]

Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Part 6

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?

Pre-Story - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Some pics are just random people - I know, I know, but they fit ;)

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @laneyspaulding19, @luciaexcorvus, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

💥 Love Triangle Chronicles Continue: Y/N Y/L/N Kisses Carlos Sainz After F1 Miami GP, but Y/L/N's Twitter Comment Leaves Fans Bewildered! 💔😘

😱 The rollercoaster of emotions continues as conflicting signals bewilder fans, while Pierre Gasly's defense adds a new twist to the love saga! 💔🤔

In a stunning turn of events after the F1 Miami Grand Prix, the love triangle involving MotoGP star Y/N Y/L/N, Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz has taken yet another dramatic twist, leaving fans utterly bewildered. After an exhilarating race where Leclerc finished in P7 and Sainz secured P5, a captivating picture emerged, capturing Y/L/N congratulating Sainz with a tender kiss on the cheek, fueling the belief that they are more than just friends. However, Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter has cast a cloud of confusion over the entire affair, leading fans to question the true nature of her relationships. 💔😘🤔

The image, capturing the intimate moment between Y/L/N and Sainz, sent shockwaves through the racing community, with fans leaning towards Team Sainz as the preferred romantic interest for Y/L/N. Hearts shattered and emotions ran high as fans passionately declared their allegiance to their chosen driver in the hopes of capturing Y/L/N's heart. 💔💑🔥

However, just as fans were beginning to celebrate the apparent confirmation of the Y/L/N-Sainz romance, a surprising tweet from Y/L/N herself threw everything into disarray. In her comment, she emphatically stated that she and Sainz are merely friends, leaving followers in a state of confusion and raising questions about the true nature of the kiss shared after the race. 🤔💔

Adding another layer of intrigue to the already complex love saga, Charles Leclerc's best friend and fellow F1 driver, Pierre Gasly, stepped forward to defend his companion, asserting that Sainz and Y/L/N are indeed just friends. Gasly's intervention only served to further complicate matters, leaving fans wondering if he is trying to protect his best friend's interests or if there is more to the story than meets the eye. 🕵️‍♀️🔍

With conflicting signals and a web of emotions entangling the racing world, fans are left with more questions than answers. Will the true nature of Y/L/N's romantic connections ever be unveiled, or will this love triangle continue to confound and captivate us all? Stay tuned as the high-octane drama continues to unfold both on and off the track! 🏁🌟

yourusername22 ☑️ Le Mans Circuit Bugatti, France

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yourusername22 Great Q2 with @jackmilleraus on P4 and P3 for me! We gonna rock this race @ktmfactoryracing!!

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ktmfactoryracing 🥳👏🏼👏🏼 We’re so proud! jackmilleraus 👏🏼😁

marcmarquez93 You almost got me, goof yourusername22 Lucky you! I’ll get you tomorrow 😉

motogp Finally we’re back! 💪🏼

charles_leclerc Well done! 👏🏻

f1baaabe Okay, me literally screaming, everytime Charles interacts with Y/N!!! 😱😱😱 amex798 Right? I wanna finally see them together!

🌟 Leclerc's Surprise Appearance at MotoGP Le Mans: Charles Supports Y/L/N as She Secures P3 in Qualifying! 💥🏍️ ☑️ 

😱 Love triangle takes a backseat as attention turns to an unexpected MotoGP rendezvous and Y/L/N's impressive performance! 🤩

In a stunning twist to the ongoing love triangle saga, F1 star Charles Leclerc was spotted at the MotoGP Le Mans in France, putting the focus momentarily on the racetrack rather than the tangled web of relationships. The Monagesque driver surprised fans as he appeared to support his rumored love interest, Y/N Y/L/N, who delivered an impressive performance by securing P3 in the qualifying session. 💥🏍️🇫🇷

While rumors of a romance between Y/L/N and Leclerc have been circulating, the attention temporarily shifted to their professional endeavors as Y/L/N's outstanding achievement took center stage. Fans were captivated by her prowess on the track, leaving the love debate momentarily on hold. The electrifying atmosphere at Le Mans was charged with excitement as Y/L/N showcased her skills, leaving spectators in awe. 🏆🌟

As the dust settled from the thrilling qualifying session, attention inevitably returned to the ongoing love saga. Fans, who had been leaning towards Team Sainz after Y/L/N's affectionate gesture at the F1 Miami GP, were left pondering the true nature of her connections once again. Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter stating that she and Sainz are just friends added another layer of confusion, fueling speculation and raising questions about her interactions with Leclerc. 😘💔🤔

Adding to the intrigue, Charles Leclerc's best friend, Pierre Gasly, previously defended Sainz and Y/L/N's friendship, leading fans to wonder if his presence at the MotoGP race was a subtle show of support for Y/L/N's racing achievements rather than a romantic gesture. The love triangle saga continues to twist and turn, captivating fans with every unexpected development. 💔🔥🔄  

As the racing world eagerly awaits the next chapter in this enthralling narrative, the focus now shifts back to the MotoGP Le Mans race itself. Will Y/L/N's outstanding performance on the track translate into a victorious finish, further intensifying the love triangle storyline? Buckle up, racing enthusiasts, for the journey is far from over, and the final lap promises to be the most exhilarating yet! 🏁🌟

[living-darkness]

BNHA Boys: Kissing You For the First Time

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❄Shoto❄

It would be a soft kiss out of curiosity. What is this kiss thing people speak of?

The suddenness would startle you.

"T-Todoroki...do you know what you did just now?"

"Yes. I kissed you," he murmured.

"But why? Do you even know the meaning of it?"

"I asked Kaminari. He said it's what you do with people you like."

You sighed, "I'm sorry, he might have confused you. Usually, it's what you do with someone you have feelings for."

"I have feelings for you," he blinked.

"Romantically. That's what I mean."

"Hmm..."

"You should've saved your kiss for someone you like...Your first is something special you can't get back," you frowned, "Kaminari should've thought of you still learning to understand feelings."

"What do romantic feelings feel like?"

With a smile, you explain, "When someone makes you feel warm. Or you feel happy to see them. They make you nervous with a jittery stomach. They...occupy your mind even when you don't want them to. And when you absolutely can't stand to see them upset.--That's what it feels like in general, but it can feel different for everyone."

Did that mean he had romantic feelings for you? Now he was even more curious.

💥Katsuki💥

It would be utterly spontaneous. Either right after the danger has passed or after a sudden confession. The kiss would be passionate but unsure all at once. Pouring out all his feelings, yet he is afraid of your response.

But then you'd kiss him back and a shiver would run course through his body.

"Why did you kiss me?" you whisper.

"Because the best only wants the best," he grumbled shyly, "and there's nobody good enough for that but you."

"Oh, the Katsuki Bakugo considers me an equal? How charming."

With a scoff, he kisses you again, "Shut up."

🥦Izuku🥦

It would be full of consideration, a little jittery, but with his all, like Midoriya does with anything else.

"I-I'm sorry...I just...When I saw you out there, hurt...You have no idea how worried I was."

"Midoriya..."

His forehead bumped against yours, brows furrowed and his lips in a pout, "It made me realize things can happen in an instant. I couldn't waste time not telling you how I felt anymore."

"But how in the world did you gain feelings for me?"

"You were always there for me, supporting me, you always had my back and kept my secret. You became my person of comfort without realizing it."

"Well, it may be admiration--"

"It's not just that! I...feel all warm and fuzzy when you're around. I imagine us sharing crepes together. Things like that..."

"Sharing crepes? Isn't that what you think boyfriends do with the person they're dating?" he looked away at the teasing expression.

"Y-yes."

"If you want...once I get out of here, we can get a crepe to split."

He went red at the implication.

"I-I'd like that."

💪🏻Kirishima💪🏻

He would be an absolute gentleman because that's the manliest way.

"Can I...Can I kiss you? You're just so perfect right now."

And you let him. You can tell he's nervous, but he pushes it to the back burner and finds some confidence to exert.

You wouldn't know, but his eyes would flutter open for a moment to see your expression. Just to make sure he wasn't the only one who enjoyed it.

And when you pull away, his smile is so wide, his cheeks and ears a deep red.

Rubbing at the back of his neck, he can't help but ask, "Was that okay?"

"More than okay.

[drdonez]

welcome~

you can call me doctor. i am an adult (~20s) transmisogyny-exempt nonbinary lesbian who uses they/them pronouns. this is my blog for fun, sexy stuff! i tend to be very, very sub-leaning... hope that's okay <3

i am in a committed relationship with the most beautiful, incredible, and utterly compelling woman in the world. i see her posts and she sees mine. here is my tag for her. don't be surprised if anything you and i do together ends up on her radar too~

minors are not allowed anywhere on this blog and will be blocked on sight. this is for your safety and mine. additionally, transmisogynists are not welcome on my blog, nor will they ever be.

if you know what my url is a reference to, we are now time-honored companions. also, this is a side account! if i follow you, it'll be from my (inactive, shadowbanned) main blog, doctorsmain.

here is a list of the tags that i use for my interests:

🧠💭: dumbification / brain drain / intelligence loss (literally the hottest thing in the world for me)

🌀🪄: hypnosis

🐰🩷: bunnies / bunnygirls / bunny petplay

✋😳: hands / hand kink

👄💦: drool

🥰❤️‍🔥: degradation

🙇🤵: maids / maid things

🪆🎀: dolls / dollification

🧛‍♀️🦇: vampires

🔋⚡: robots

👗♀️: feminization / forcefem

👑✨: princesses / princessification

😵‍💫💞: dizziness / confusion

😌💤: sleepiness / somno

🍹💊: intox / drug play

🐶💖: petplay / puppyplay

🧸🫶: mommy kink / light ageplay

🤕🩹: battle damage / ryona

🥹💕: praise

💥😵: overstimulation

🏖️🐬: pooltoys

🍮🫠: slime / slimegirls

🥺🔥: embarrassment / teasing

⭐☁️: transformation / tf sequences

���🩰: dry humping / pillow humping

😈🧼: corruption / brainwashing

[honeydazai]

Hey!! If it's to uncomfortable for you to write please don't, but like Dazai's reaction when his s/o fakes an orgasm 👀

their reaction when their s/o fakes an orgasm

characters: Dazai Osamu, Chūya Nakahara

warnings: nsfw content, oral sex (reader receiving), vaginal fingering, praise, degradation, etc.

it's while you're in the middle of having sex that DAZAI suddenly notices that something about your behaviour is odd

the way your moans, although high-pitched, sound all wrong just irks him

although he notices the change almost immediately, he only confronts you the next day

while you both sit down to have breakfast, he raises an eyebrow at you

and tells you that he needs to talk to you :)

Dazai simply confronts you directly

he's like

“Tell me, belladonna, why did you feel the need to fake your orgasm yesterday?”

the topic is more embarrassing for you than for him tbh 😭😭

Dazai knows he's rather skilled when it comes to sex

he's not going to blame himself

instead, he's confused by why you didn't simply tell him you're too tired or not in the mood??

surprisingly mature about it 🙏🏻

his ego is too big to be hurt by something like this

if you admit that you're used to faking your orgasms - not only with him, but with your former partners too - because it takes too long for you to actually cum, he consoles you

like... he doesn't want you to feel like you're a bother 🥺🙏🏻

while he's mature about the topic in general, his usual pettiness only fuels his determination to make you orgasm

Dazai dedicates a whole evening and night to “study” you and your reactions 😽

what kind of touch makes you moan the most? do you prefer his tongue or his fingers?

he also has you talk him through it

COMMUNICATION 💳💥💥💥💳💥

yes, this means you have to constantly tell him just how good he's doing :)

if humiliation is something that gets you wet, he has you describe what you want him to do to you in great detail

you're laying on your back with Dazai between your legs, him spreading you open and making you writhe on lithe fingers

as he nudges against that one spot inside of you that has you arch your back with a needy moan, he raises his eyebrows

“Hm? Do you want me to crook my fingers again, love? You need to tell me, or else I won't know what you want.”

the words are paired with a smug smirk

he's a horrible tease

also, he coaxes at least two, if not three orgasms out of you that night

by the end of the night, he knows absolutely everything about your body 👍🏻😽

“Look at you, bella, so pretty for me when you come undone like this. Oh, your thighs are trembling so much - you're quite the slut, hm? It's truly a shame you didn't trust me earlier. I could've made you feel so good so many times already. But don't you worry, love, I'll make it all up to you tonight.”

CHŪYA only finds out that you've faked an orgasm when he overhears you mention it to Higuchi one day

you're just like

“Yeah, I was pretty tired that day and there was no real foreplay, so I just faked it and now I feel horrible. What am I supposed to do?”

his pride is so wounded 😭😭

usually he's not insecure and his ego is pretty solid

but this?? this is utterly humiliating

especially since Higuchi sounds all sympathetic and comforts you??

Chūya simply doesn't understand why you feel the need to lie to him like that

HE'S SO EMBARRASSED

honestly, he can't help but snap at you

there's literally no reason why you would need to mention something like this to a friend

especially to one of his subordinates 💀💀

Chūya actually needs some distance; he has to calm down before he's able to talk about this

he feels humiliated and guilty at the same time

like.... don't you enjoy having sex with him? did he somehow pressure you into it??

he's suddenly self-conscious 🤧🤧

when you eventually do talk about it and you admit that it's not because of him, but that you've always struggled with orgasms, he's RELIEVED

so you weren't able to cum with your former partners either?? god bless

his ego is restored. his soul has healed.

also, he's got some newfound dedication now

man's on a mission

he's so dead-set on making you orgasm now

Chūya has you lie down on the bed and starts by pressing kisses to your inner thighs, biting and sucking hickeys into the soft skin

he's so good at foreplay

you can't change my mind about this

only when you're already dripping wet and begging does he move on

he eats you out so good;

one hand keeping your thighs spread and the other splayed out on your lower abdomen to pin your hips to the bed,

his tongue flat against your slick folds and slowly pushing inside while he flicks his thumb over your clit,

and if you want to wrap your thighs around his head, he doesn't mind at all 🥰

will continue to pleasure you until you're so overwhelmed that you can't even think about faking your orgasm anymore

Chūya absolutely prides himself on being able to make you cum 👍🏻

so satisfied with himself

“How are ya feeling, doll, hm? Are you enjoying yourself? You must be, given how your cunt is literally dripping. I bet I can make you cum at least one more time, don't you think?”

notes: help this was actually funny to imagine?? I ADDED CHŪYA FOR THE FUNSIES! also, i'm not sure yet if i like that, uh, new divider thing up there, but i might keep it? we'll see!

if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!

[bellafragolina]

*crawls in through the 3rd story window*

To you and also the anon that gave us the idea of soulmates being linked through lifetimes, I would like you offer my undying devotion. That stuff is my jam!

And the thought that the boys remember, too - you can do so much with that! Are they the only ones who remember? Because if so, then Reader could be finally, blissfully unaware of how much their previous incarceration suffered. Hell, maybe it was even like, something the twins bargained with Arceus for, that their soulmate has a happier existence next go 'round; Arceus could have been like, "done and done, but also you two are gonna remember so you can help make your own request a reality."

Or does Reader remember, too? The extent of everyone's memories might be up for debate, but if Reader even remotely remembers their past life, they might be like a wary stray cat around them that the boys have to slowly befriend. (Childhood friends to eventual lovers, maybe?) Not nearly as bad as the last time, obviously, but more like a "hmmmm, not super comfortable around you just yet but I can't tell why" slow burn friendship kind of deal with the boys being utterly determined to win you over.

(As an aside, I thrive on platonic/familial/friendship soulmates, too, so I just imagine the twins are also continuously reincarnated together and have each other's and maybe Elesa's names on one another's non-romantic-soulmark wrists. Or. Wherever you want the marks to be.)

I read a fic once for a different fandom - and I wish I could find it again, alas! - where the cycle of reincarnation for soulmates kind of acted like Groundhog Day and kept going until everybody got their happy ending. Like, one life they missed each other and never met, the next they got separated and died, in the next one they wound up as rivals and hated one another, etc. It finally ended with them coming all the way back around to the very first life again (in modern times, because time shenanigans) and finally getting it right. I can 100% see Arceus pulling this shit with the twins and Reader.

"Y'all fucked up? Reincarnation jail for train men! Reincarnation jail for you three idiots for 100 lives!"

So picture the twins and Reader, going through a dumb number of lives, trying to get it right, and fiiiiiiiiinally getting back around to the first one, the one where Reader was a Plasma victim grunt, and everyone has a very weird sense of deja vu as they all meet for the "first time." Reader is tense and nervous, clearly expected something bad to happen, and the twins are anxious and feel like the moment has far more weight than it already should - like if they make one wrong move, they'll ruin everything.

Everyone just sort of stares at each other in tense silence for a long few minutes, until the twins slowly, carefully, reach out and take their soulmate's hands, smiling gently.

"It's nice to finally meet you."

Cut to tearful, happy first meetings leading to long roads with happy endings.

(Meanwhile, Arceus is just banging its head on a wall somewhere in exasperation. "ABOUT DAMN TIME!")

~Spark💥

{I have more soulmate au ideas, including other forms the soul bonds could take - like dream sharing, or what-you-write-on-your-skin-shows-up-on-theirs - for various different scenarios, possibly even for each of their reincarnations. But I'll save those for a different ask if anyone is interested.}

I’m interested in all of your ideas please tell me them please!!

God, the idea of the twins remembering well what happened before, and being in an almost repeat of that previous life. You’re there, as you were but maybe with a different team this time, clearly uncomfortable and nervous as you show them your soulmate marks. There’s dread on your face, but also confusion as to why, and it breaks the twins’ hearts.

They’re so gentle. They touch you like you’re something precious, and give affection as you accept it, mindful of every bruise and scar you carry, physical or not. They’re determined to do better by you, and to give you the world. Comfort and happiness, that’s they’re priorities, and they don’t care what anyone else has to say about it.

And it gives former team members hope, seeing you rise above your past and find happiness with your soulmates.

~Renee

[lnrevolution]

For those of you grieving tonight..those of you who are struggling to save face in front of your kids..those of you who feel like there’s no fight left inside you. You’ve felt so beaten down, so rejected, so lonely and confused as to how something so righteously done could be so utterly despairing and painful..He SEES you. He sees every single time your spouse texts you and attacks your character. He sees every time you panic as you check your bank account. He sees you as you struggle in bed, staring at the empty side and wondering if your spouse is thinking of you as they’re cuddled up with someone else. He sees you as you quickly clear out the tissues from your center console after picking up/dropping off your kids.. he sees every time you reject a friend request from someone of the opposite gender who’s attractive and polite. He sees you as you turn your ring around on your finger, wondering how much longer it’s going to take. He sees you as you swipe through your music hoping to find just ONE song to help lift your spirits just one more time. He sees you as you walk through the holiday displays at the stores and wonder if this is the year!

And more than that? He HONORS your decision. You’ve picked something most cannot do. Something that TRULY causes you to be LIKE Jesus. He was led to the Cross, ridiculed, mocked, spit on, despised, feeling alone, wondering “why in the world can’t these people see my heart?!” Standing is NOT for the weak. It will CRUSH you. You’ll have days of feeling satan’s face under your feet, and others where you feel like the worst parent, spouse, or human on earth. But make NO mistake, there is REWARD. This truly is a crucible. And there is glorious light coming from each of us, even on your dimmest nights. Don’t give up. Dont give up! Hell is getting an a**kicking EVERY SINGLE TIME you repent, you step up, you decide to KEEP GOING. You’re kicka** guys, and don’t let the devil or the world tell you any different!

🔥 ⚔️ 💪🏼 💥 💣 🔥 👑