#you will never hear about him again probably LMAOO

[when-wax-wings-melt]

Roisin's Reading Rumble: Round Four @camelspit @arson-anarchy-death

OC: Orson Riggs

Physical: 

Eyes: a deep grey-blue

Hair: brown and wavy, typically tied back in a greasy ponytail

Skin: pale and freckled

Other: he’s thin and 5’11” and also he tends to be very… saliva positive. His two front teeth are a little crooked. He has abnormally large ears. He has dimples when he smiles.

Identity:

Elven, conjurer, a “Drooly Boy” (as named by Marella), bisexual

Catchphrases:

“Dude!”

"WILD thing to say, man."

“Elven growth has stagnated over the centuries since the same people remain in charge until they choose to resign, leading to perpetual inequalities and constant prejudice that can never be properly addressed under the current circumstance of unforgiving government, unfair prizing of special abilities, and a prejudicial matchmaking system.”

"Bro..."

Quirks:

Orson has the habit of running his tongue over the front of his teeth and it looks weird but he refuses to stop.

He’s bisexual. When Sophie came to sit at his table with Jensi, his behavior did not change. He is drooly whether or not a girl is around. Because he is constantly surrounded by hot guys. <- his besties

There’s a scar on his thigh from falling out of a tree. He used to climb all the time but nowadays dedicates his time to more important things, like writing bad poetry in his favorite blue sparkly notebook (it matches his eyes)

His favorite things are: boobries, his little brother (who hasn’t manifested and isn’t expected to), boobs, learning about humans and their culture (unfortunately, no accessible info on the humans exists since before Atlantis sinks, which makes it very outdated and fairly inaccurate), experimenting with hairstyles (he hasn’t gotten far past “ponytail” unfortunately), the snapping, carnivorous sort of plants, writing and reading poetry, and watermelon flavored air.

He also likes visiting Ancients to see what they know about humans, and also just to hang out. He finds them interesting and funny, and they find him charming and silly.

He collects prattles pins like mad, but doesn’t care about the rare ones. He just collects the ones he likes the most. He has like 50 boobrie pins, as well as many other birds. He loves birds. He would love to be a bird.

Backstory:

His parents are both talentless, and his grandparents were a bad match with only one of them having an ability. So no one really expected him to manifest— when he did, his parents threw a whole celebration.

He’s experienced the prejudice that comes from having working class parents and also the euphoria and pride that comes from manifesting unexpectedly

As a result, he understands that matchmaking and “special abilities” are a dumb thing to construct a society around. 

The expectation to succeed as the only one with an ability since his grandma pushes him into constant stress, studying, etc.

His little brother isn’t expected to manifest as his window shrinks, which really just adds to his stress as his parents place more and more on his shoulders— basically to redeem the whole family. Orson is clearly the favorite and it grates on his brother. They haven’t been as close since Orson manifested.

Efforts to improve his schoolwork also includes pushing himself past his limits with his conjuring, trying to conjure too-large objects or too many at a time, despite not being super powerful. He’s perfectly average at conjuring and it bothers him, especially as Jensi goes to sit with Sophie instead of him, and then is dropped later. Their group of powerful friends irks him with the knowledge that they will never even think of him or his friends as people to accept, even Jensi.

It also hurts when Jensi immediately tries to leave their friends for Sophie, Dex, and Marella as soon as he gets the chance. Jensi is embarrassed of them, and as someone who has been embarrassed over everything in his life (his parents, his hair, his freckles, his grandparents’ bad match status, etc) he doesn’t understand why.

Despite all this, he tries super hard to remain positive. He likes being around his friends, who are all very fun and cool when new people are not there. They often have ethics debates in very chilled out language. If the Drooly Boys had weed they’d be unstoppable honestly. He doesn’t like Sophie and her friends (esp the Vackers—Dex wasn’t alone in this) on a personal level but appreciates what they’re trying to do. 

He has hope that things will change, even when Team Valiant is established and it’s still all people with powerful abilities instead of any Talentless, twins, etc who could provide perspective on what the Neverseen are doing. He clings to the knowledge that Dex is there, who knows bad match shaming, unmanifested pressure, and multiple birth prejudice. 

Personality:

Tends to interrupt people when they’re talking just because he had a thought. Will then apologize and let them talk, and then do it again.

Will sacrifice his time and energy to be around people, helping his brother, parents, and friends (as well as his Ancient friends) until he shuts down/burns out and has to recharge in his bedroom for a few days.

He has a dry sort of humor that a lot of people tend not to pick up on. They take him seriously, which can make him appear either mean or stupid when he is neither of those things.

Likes to make up puzzles in his head and give them to his friends to solve. Often, he will become so impatient he’ll start giving them clues that are basically just the answers.

He avoids making snap judgements of people, since that so often is used against him and his friends.

Afterthought:

That's all! Hope you like him :] he's both a funny concept and a serious one, since he is the opposite of what he's presented as in the series and also fits into what characters like Dex, Marella, Tam, and Linh have exposed about the flawed nature of the Lost Cities. Orson holds a hurt in him that comes the world around him, but he also carries the hope that the world can be changed for the better. Despite this, he's not in a position to be a part of that change the way Jensi is starting to, and he doesn't want to-- he has enough pressure with his schoolwork and parental expectations.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

I like the kink hcs you did for Arthur and the boys. What about kink hcs for some of the less popular characters?

Kieran, Sean, Micah, Eagle Flies?

Maybe a sprinkle of Lenny, javier, hosea?

Kink HCs Ft. Kieran Duffy, Sean Macguire, Micah Bell, Lenny Summers, Javier Escuella, Hosea Matthews

I've done Eagle Flies a few times already so I'll stick to these guys hehe. Also finally someone else who thinks Hosea is fine HEAR ME OUT YALLLLL

Warnings: pet play, humiliation, voyeurism, rough sex, name calling, impact play, marking, knife play, blood kink, bdsm, sadomasochism

Kieran Duffy

Surprisingly kinky, and incredibly submissive

I feel like he'd be into puppy play

He's just a sad, wet, and pathetic dog

And I'm talking leashes, collars, maybe even muzzles

You can order him to do just about anything

He'd probably be into humiliation. Will bark if you ask tbh

Part of that would probably involve public sex and the embarrassment that would come from the possibility of being caught

So low-key a voyeur maybe maybe just a little

If you've had a long day just go ahead and take it out on him during sex because he'll love every second of it

Orgasm denial and edging is definitely on the table

Until you have him swearing he's a good boy and deserves to cum

Sean Macguire

This man will do anything as long as he gets to cum

Though he'd probably steer away from the heavier kinks

He's into body worship. Not for his own body but yours

Kisses every inch of skin and appreciates your entire being before and during the act

He'd kiss the very ground you walk on tbh

Likes dominating but he doesn't mind taking things slow and kissing your feet and legs while you talk about your day

He's a real fun guy so I'd imagine he'd also like some form of roleplay. Ends up being really silly but plays his part real well. Makes sense his favorite roleplay scenario would be cop and criminal

He seems like the type to have fuzzy pink handcuffs LMAOO

Micah Bell

Let's be realistic he's probably into some freak shit at your expense

Rough sex always. Ain't no sweet and slow love making

Definitely into degrading

Hair pulling, slapping, spitting in your mouth or on your face, etc

Probably into spanking

Will "punish" you for just about anything

Lots of spur of the moment sex, like y'all will be in a public area and he'll suddenly want to take you

Name calling !

Whore, bitch, slut are commonly thrown around

Marking, you will always be bruised or have teeth marks and even scratches

Lenny Summers

He's such a sweetie, I have a hard time imagining him being very kinky

He'd probably be into some more gentle shit

Y'all would go through your more experimental phase

He's wholesome so he'd like praise, and that would go both ways between you two

Would let you order him around but more so he can learn what you like and what you want him to do

Once he gets more into it he'll become more passionate, he just needs more practice

I feel like the farthest he'd go in terms of inflicting any discomfort would be choking, but it would never go far. He'd end up taking his hand away last minute

He'd probably want to try different dynamics so he'd want to try subbing

Needs to be reminded of his role because he gets too enthusiastic

Javier Escuella

It's a universal fandom headcannon that he's into knife play

So knife play

Ghosts the tip of the blade up your thigh closer to your pussy before pressing the cold metal flat against you

Then runs it back down to your knee, repeats the same motion over and over again until you're shaking

Would probably enjoy typing you up/cuffing you so you're helpless to whatever he does

He'd probably be scared to actually draw blood but if you're into it he'll be down

Licks up any bloody wounds or sucks on them

Praises you so much the entire time

He'd be incredibly romantic though, incredibly good at aftercare

I think there'd also be times where he gets really into it and feeds off on the fear in your eyes

Hosea Matthews

He's such a sweetie but I feel like he'd be an incredibly experienced dom

These are my headcannons and I think Hosea is fine asf so leave me alone

Into leather crops, whips, blindfolds, gags, etc

Drips candle wax on you

Very flexible in terms of what he'll do

But he has to Dom

He can either be really good at praise or will degrade you

Brat tamer for sure

I can even imagine him having cages bro

Talks you through everything and gives you very detailed commands

Inflicts pain on you but knows extremely well how far to go and how much is too much

[stellamancer]

considerate (reader x satoru gojo)

notes: blah blah blah comfort fic. lmaoo. um, i love steamed buns. i bought some frozen pizza buns from my local japanese grocery store during the writing process. they are indeed good. if you have never had them i hope you get to try one day.

contains: f!reader (inferred to be wearing lingerie), tsundere-ish reader, eating food, gojo. part of the infinite loop fic verse

wc: 2k || read on ao3 (account required)

All you want to do is sleep.

It’s been a rough week— three difficult missions back to back with no time to rest in between. By the time you’d finished the last one, you were practically dead on your feet. It’s times like these that you’re glad for the room you have on the campus of Jujutsu High; you think you’ll collapse before you can make it back to your actual apartment.

In fact, you almost do anyway– you’re barely through the door of your room when the exhaustion tries to take you by force. It takes every fiber of your being to at least shed your curse-stained clothes before you become one with the bed.

Your sleep is blissfully empty.

And it ends far too soon.

A loud series of knocks forces you from your slumber. You groan and pull the pillow over your head as if it’ll make the sound stop, but it doesn’t. After a few minutes of constant, incessant banging, you finally give up and crawl out of bed.

There’s only one person you know who would relentlessly pound someone’s door and when you throw your door open you find him— Satoru Gojo on the other side. He’s dressed casually, comfortably in sweats and a hoodie, for a day off, sporting tinted glasses instead of that blindfold he likes so much.

“What?” you demand.

Gojo peers at you over the top of his glasses, lips twitching as if he’s trying not to smile. “You need a minute?”

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

The smile finally makes its way onto his face and you can’t help but feel annoyed. Gojo points at you with a long, slender finger and says. “Matching set, huh?”

It’s then that you realize that you are only wearing your underwear.

Embarrassment surges through your body. You had forgotten that you hadn’t bothered changing into any sort of sleepwear— you’d only taken off your dirty clothes. Mortified, you slam the door in Gojo’s face.

If thoughts could kill, one of you would be dead on the floor right now; you haven’t quite decided who yet.

You shuffle around your room and throw on the first set of comfortable clothes you can find. Just as you’re fitting your head through the sweatshirt you hear him knock again.

“I’m still out here!” he hollers.

“Get lost!” you snap.

“But I brought food!” he whines. “I brought steamed buns!”

His words make you pause. When was the last time you ate? Yesterday morning? You don’t feel particularly hungry, but that could be because you just woke up.

“They’re getting cold!”

You weigh your options. Accepting food from Gojo is far from the worst thing in the world. It also saves you the effort of going to find something; it’s your day off, and the less you have to move the better.

With a heavy sigh, you finish dressing before opening the door again. The second Gojo comes into view, he beams at you and holds up a plastic bag from FamilyMart. You reach for it, but he raises it up, keeping it out of your grasp.

“Now, now,” he tuts as if he is reprimanding an overeager child. “I was thinking we could share. There’s way too many for one person, don’t you think?”

You don’t know how many steamed buns are in there, but you’ve seen Gojo eat: you know he could polish off that whole bag. Honestly, you probably could too. “Wanna bet?”

Gojo grins. “Sure. If you can’t finish them all then you have to spend the entire day with me.”

Not the way you’d want to spend your day off. “And if I can?”

“Then you get to have all the steamed buns I bought!” he says cheerfully. “Awesome prize, right?”

You scowl. “No, that's a shit prize and you know it.”

“Okay then, what kind of prize would you prefer?” There’s something ominous about the way Gojo’s looking at you right now; he’s smiling but you feel almost as if you’re looking at some sort of feral predator. Letting you choose your own prize sounds like some sort of trap and you wouldn't put it past him to twist whatever you choose to suit his own agenda.

“...can I think about it while I eat?” you ask.

“Sure.” Gojo shoots you a knowing smile, fully aware of the fact that you're just trying to buy time to figure out how to get out of whatever he's scheming. He hands you the bag of steamed buns and pushes past you into your room, settling himself against the wall opposite your bed.

You peer into the shopping bag and even though he said he’d brought steamed buns there’s other stuff in the bag. Some other miscellaneous snacks, candy and a few bottles of water and Gojo’s favorite brand of cola. A little excessive, but then again, everything about Gojo is excessive. You fish out the paper bag holding your food and hand the rest to Gojo before plopping back onto your bed. Knowing who bought them, you expect to find only red bean buns and custard buns in the paper bag; after all, his sweet tooth knows no bounds. But, to your surprise, there’s actually a bit of variety. You recognize the smooth tops of what are either red bean buns or custard buns, but also the crimped tops of what are likely pork buns as well as…

“Pizza buns…?” you mutter quietly, fishing one from the bag. Similar to the pork buns, they have a crimped top, but instead of a pale off white of a regular pork bun, the bread is a pale orange color.

Gojo chuckles and you look up at him. There's a cocky grin plastered to his face. “They are your favorite, aren't they?”

You gawk at him, heartbeat stuttering a little in your chest. He’s right; they are your favorite, but you’ve only ever mentioned it a handful of times.

It’s… surprising that he even remembered.

Gojo always manages to catch you off-guard when he remembers the little things like this. It really shouldn’t surprise you; he’s the same way with his students, and yet…

Your heart skips yet another set of beats.

“Did you finally fall in love with me?” he asks, sounding infinitely amused.

His question reminds you that, surprisingly thoughtful or not, Satoru Gojo still remains to be the most annoying man in existence. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, if you say so…” His tone makes it clear that he doesn't believe you and you know better than to try and convince him otherwise; Gojo can be as delusional as he wants. “Better eat up before they get all sad and cold!”

“Yeah, yeah…” You grumble. “Thanks again.”

You shove the pizza bun in your mouth. It's the perfect temperature: hot but not enough to scald your tongue. You finish it in a few bites and grab another. From the looks of it, there's probably a little over a dozen steamed buns in the bag. You think that's doable as you polish off your second bun (a juicy pork bun).

As you start to eat the third (a cheese curry bun), you notice Gojo staring at you over the top of his glasses. His eyes, unnaturally bright and blue as always bore into you; and something about his gaze is almost expectant, waiting— for what you don’t really know. It’s kind of weird, honestly, you would have expected him to play with his phone or whatever, not just… watch you eat. Without averting your gaze, you slowly take a bite into the steamed bun.

Gojo continues to watch you.

Creepy.

You keep staring back at him as you finish the third bun and you don’t break eye contact as you reach in for another one. Gojo continues to watch you, his expression focused. You’re starting to get a little unnerved now. It doesn’t even seem like he’s blinking. You shift a little to the left and his eyes follow the movement.

Halfway through the fourth bun (a custard bun), you decide to finally say something. “Do you have to stare?”

Gojo snickers, mischievous. That never means anything good. “Yeah? I mean, I have to make sure you eat them all, don’t I?”

“...do you think I’m going to shove them in my shirt and hide them or something?”

For a split second, his expression falters, the briefest look of shock crossing his features before he snorts. “You’re welcome to try, but it’s an automatic loss if you do!”

You roll your eyes and shake your head. No way that you’re going to waste perfectly good steamed buns. That just means you’ll have to ignore Gojo’s incessant starting.

Which turns out to be easier said than done.

After your fifth bun, you’re starting to feel a little uncomfortable. Almost like you’re an animal in a zoo. Not only that, but you’ve noticed that Gojo’s been slowly moving closer. He started over against the wall, but now he’s practically at your feet, staring up at you. HIs pupils are blown wide and it’s almost like he’s staring into your soul.

You stop eating.

You wait for Gojo to say something, some smartass remark or tease you about being full or something.

He says nothing.

Gojo only continues to stare at you, silent as his eyes look impossibly bigger. It doesn’t just look like he’s begging for one of the steamed buns, but for something else. Your heartbeat echoes in your ears as you try to figure out what it could possibly be. With each second, the thumping grows louder and louder and Gojo seems to be moving closer and closer despite being still firmly planted to the ground.

Is it you that’s inching toward him now?

The realization startles you. Why would you even—? Panicked, you reach into the bag and pull out a bun at random and shove it in Gojo’s face. He makes a surprised sound but it’s muffled by the bun.

“Just take one already!” you exclaim, pressing it to his mouth as hard as you can without smashing it to pieces. It occurs to you that he might gloat about you feeding him by hand but you’ll deal with that later. You need to get him to stop looking at you like that now.

He laughs, triumphant as he removes the bun from your grasp and takes a big, big bite out of it. “Looks like I win. As usual.”

You merely grumble, watching as he polishes off the steamed bun in no time flat. He holds out his hand, wiggling his fingers and you hand him another. It’s fine. Just because you can finish all these steamed buns doesn’t mean that you should.

As for having to spend the entire day with Gojo… You try to look on the bright side and tell yourself that there are worse fates out there. After all, you could be working.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Gojo asks mid-bite.

“I don’t really wanna do much of anything,” you grouse. You suppose it’s nice of Gojo to ask, when you know the reality is that you’ll be at the mercy of his whims for the rest of the day. Mentally, you brace yourself to be dragged around Tokyo, shopping or whatever it is he likes to do on his time off.

Gojo chuckles softly and the sound of it makes your stomach drop. You don’t like it. Something about it is dangerous. “Okay, let’s just stay here then, play a video game or something.”

You can’t help but stare at him. Then you think of the snacks and drinks he brought along and the fact that he’s dressed more for lounging than going out. You wouldn’t put it past Gojo to intend to occupy your entire day, but could it be that he planned to just hang out in your room the entire time? Playing video games or watching movies because he figured you wouldn’t have the energy to go anywhere.

No.

There’s no way that the most selfish and annoying man you know is that considerate.

Gojo tilts his head to the side and offers you a gentle smile, eyes glimmering behind his glasses. You swallow thickly, nervously, ignoring the odd feeling in your chest. There’s just no way.

No way at all.

after many hours of playing video games with gojo you muster the energy to tell him you want to go out to eat. he pays. it's not a date (it's so totally a date).

[mikobeautifulheart]

hey sweetie!! its meee again!! (the one who requested the drunk megumi fic lmaoo)

ummm can you do megumi again??

so basically after a super tiring day, the reader and Megumi decided to chill in megumi's room. they get cozy and then they get intimate…. (no smut please!, JUST A STEAMY HOT MAKE OUT SESSION like before (with tongue [this is embarrassing now…]) AARRGHH!!.. and can you like, drag the make out session?? i mean, make it longer.) ummmmm then, gojo happens to pass by his room. he hears noises 👀👀(of smooches ofc)… he dramatically sighs like a proud dad considering how much megumi has grown and changed over time. (since he raised him). he then teleports into his room and takes a photo of them without them knowing(??) (idk the photo part, write whatever feels good!) he then teases megumi about it!!

and ofc do it only if it feels comfy for you!!

thanks a lot in advance!!!!!!!! <3333333333

Tehehe I almost jumped when I saw ur request anon, ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIVE.

Megumi and you getting caught up in the moment.

(And on Gojos phone)

TW: THERE WILL BE A MAKEOUT SESSION BUT NOT SMUT. and probably second hand embarrassment.

Maybe 800-900 wordsssish

UNNNNNNNEDDDITEDDD

You went over to Megumis dorm after training to study for your up coming tests. Why do you even have tests anyway your a sorcerer. Whatever any excuse is good enough of you get to hang with Megumi. You guys did actually study for a bit until the sun went down. That's when Megumi started to wrap things up. Even though it had been a few hours you were still hot and bothered from training, and Megumi knew that.

"My shower room is next to my bed room if you want to clean up." He said as he got up to put his study matierials back on his shelf. The best thing out having a small amount of students at Jujutsu High is how good the dorms get.

"If you don't mind."You said going to walk to the room. You paused

"Uh maybe not I didn't bring any clothes and my dorm is across campus..." You mumbled

"You can borrow some of mine" Megumi said hearing everything.

"Oh thanks" you said. Just thinking about being in his clothes makes you heat up.

You opened the bathroom door, spotless, as expected of Megumi. You suddenly felt him behind you making you turn around only to look right up at him.

"Sorry...but here the clothes" he said handing you a shirt and pants.

"Towels are in the corner over there" he mumbled before walking away.

"Thank you" you said going into the room and closing the door behind you.

What was he doing? He knew he wasn't supposed to have anyone in his dorm after 9:00 pm, let alone you. If he gets caught he would be doomed. He flung himself onto his bed, face in pillow and sighing loudly. The tips of his ears were red. He knows he's breaking the rules but...you...you were in his bathroom right now and you'll step out wearing HIS clothes. The image in his mind makes him groan. What was he going to do? You definitely weren't going back to your dorm, not that he wanted you to. And even if you tried to then you would get caught and he would just feel guilty.

Megumi would be lying if he said he never wanted this. He just hoped you did to. Just as he almost suffocated himself in his pillow he heard the bathroom door open. Footsteps filled his mind as you finally came into his view. He sat up and looked at you speechless. The way his clothes nearly slowed you whole made his heart explode. You rubbed the towel against your hair trying to get it as dry as possible before you set the towel aside and joined him on his bed.

There was an akward silence as it was taking everything in Megumi to keep his composure.

"Have you ever had a crush on anyone before Megumi" you asked out of the blue.

It obviously caught him off guard as he moved over to the other side of his bed to give you more space.

"Well...yeah I guess." He said rubbing the back of his neck starting straight at the wall infront of him. He could feel your eyes on him.

"What dose it feel like? Because I think I like someone right now." You said cheek flushed pink. You were nervous. You've been crushing on megimi for a while now but you didn't know how to take it out of the 'friend zone' so you figured that you should just go for it.

"Well it's like your having a heart attack." He starts.

"Then it makes you feel like you want to gently play with their hair" He says reaching out and taking a strand of your hair in-between his fingers.

"And then it makes you feel all hot and embarrassed but it dosent really matter when their so pretty."

You blush harded meeting Megumis gaze and refusing to look away.

"But when you reay like someone, it's love. And love makes you want to do this." He said hand letting go of your hair only to go behind your head and pull you into his lips.

You kiss. You kissed?

He pulled away for a moment letting out a hot breath.

"And it makes you tell them how much you need them and how you would die with out them."

He gose back into the kiss, but this time he slowly put his other arm around your back and lowered you gently onto the bed as the kiss deepened.

You part for a second and said

"Megumi I've never done this before, but I think I like it and I like you"

"I think I like you to" he said

He kissed you again but on your neck, making you groan.

Meanwhile when you guys were at the hight of your night a white haired menace walked by. He has 6 eyes there's nothing you can keep from him, that's why he was disappointed in Megumi because he thought he would have known that by now.

He decided to give Megumi a pass thinking it was iust Him and Yuji haning out until he heard a higher pitched groan. He opened the door slightly and looked into the room to see MEGUMI??? ON TOP OF Y/N???? A thousand thoughts went through his mind. Is he a womaniser? Is that the only thing Megumi learned while he was raised by Gojo? But he's only a kid! So are you...But your not kids anymore...but THATS HIS SON! And he was proud? A grin spread across his face as he closed the door and teleported beside Megumis book shelf, that was facing away from you guys.

"Y/N... I...I need you" Megumi said

"Megumi-" you said, your lips parting perfectly, almost irresistibly. So he went in again, this time he slipped his toung in making you gasp.

Gojo was mortified on one hand, he raised his son well, on the other hand he didn't know if Megumi should even be doing this... Eventually he settled on the 'do now consequence later' method. Before he left he snapped a picture and quickly teleported away.

"Hm. What's wrong Megumi?" You asked as he pulled away and looked around his room.

"It was nothing, I just thought I heard something" He said before going back down.

AUTHOURS NOTE: Thank youieee for the request my most loyal anon and I hope this time I did better (Romance wise) i mean be honest with me, I want to write what you people actually want so your going to have to be honest. Anyways im going to sleep now Gn. and thanks for reading.

You guys were heating up so much that the window started to gain condensation. Megumi deepened the kiss even more taking your breath away. You to were impossibly close together but craved to be closer. You put your arms up and wrapped them around Megumis neck making him go deeper into the kiss again.

One of your hands couldn't help but wander into his hair, playing with it while being high off love. He trailed kisses down your neck leaving a hicky here and there, tounge swiping over each one giving you chills.

"Megumiii~ " you groaned voice sounding like heaven to him.

"Mmm" He said in-between his bites

"What if someone sees them?" You say.

Honestly he could careless about who ever saw them, right now he only wanted you.

"Let them." He said before lifting is face above yours.

" I don't care who sees. Do you?" He asked

You shook your head as a 'not before he smirked and crashed into your lips again.

The next day after traning Gojo took Mefumi aside to talk.

"Look son-im so proud of you, you've grown so much from the mini Megumi I knew" Gojo said pretending to wipe a fake tear from his eye

"Son?"

"Yeah, well word of advice form an expert, I get you'll die without her but you gotta be quieter and don't have your make out sessions when IM on night watch at YOUR dorms okay?"

"What the hell are you talking abou-"

Gojo pulls up the picture of Megumis face hovering above yours.

"YOU CREEP WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN MY DORM" He yelled trying to take the phone off Gojo.

"MORE LIKE WHAT WAS SHE DOING IN YOUR DORM!"

"DELET THAT!" Megumi yelled

"No, It's going in your photo album" Gojo said turning on his infinity so Megumi was no match.

"And maybe for her birthday you should get her a scarf to cover those 'bed bug bites'"

"SHUT UP YOU PERVET, IM CALLING C.P.C ON YOU!"

Across the field you saw Megumi yelling at Gojo, throwing things at his infinity when Yuji suddenly snapped you out of your distraction.

"Hey Y/N maybe you should get a new Marree, those bed bug bites on your neck look really bad." He said out of genuine concern.

"Uh YEAH ILL DO THAT" you squeaked turning read and pulling your collar up to hide the red marks on your neck.

"You and Fushiguro sure got the bed bugs bad" Nobora smirked looking at you knowing that no way in hell was that a bed bugs work.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

[joelsbeard]

yoooo I've been thinking about this for dayssss 🤤🤤🤤 get ready for

🏝️❤️‍🔥✨ Honeymoon/Vacation Headcanons with pre-outbreak!Joel Miller ✨🐚☀️

*with some pictures at the end too to get a better idea, they're not quite as i pictured in my head but similar :)

the horny really popped off with this one i fear. I think this might be one of my favorites!!!

Since neither you or joel have super high paying jobs, but still live in a dual income household, you can afford to go on some vacations but you likely just do short ones that aren't too far from home

Additionally, I have the feeling that joels favorite type of vacation destinations would be ones with more tropical locations where he can just sit back and relax on a beach since he's always stressed and tired from work, and doing a lot of walking to him doesn't seem like too much fun (although you convince him to do a couple of those bc you like going to historical landmarks and learning about other cultures).

With that in mind, I feel like places you could probably visit are Hawaii, Mexico, or a good amount of countries in the Caribbean, and you also at one point save enough go to Tahiti lol (maybe for your honeymoon or a special anniversary 🥺)

On your vacations, you and joel just fuck nonstop LOL, AND because they're mostly in tropical destinations, it's hot ;) so he always tells you not to pack too many clothes bc you won't be needing them ;)

You basically fuck for most of the time, only taking breaks to eat, sleep, and do a little bit of sightseeing or checking out the hotel or resort's amenities (mainly the pool)

Basically as soon as you check in you guys are vibrating (lol) with anticipation as you walk to your room, its on as soon as yall lock the door asdflj

Every time after checking in and walking to your room, he's always like "I can't wait to fuck the shit out of you for days baby 🤤" or "Starting today imma fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly tomorrow 🤤" as you're walking or as you're waiting in the elevator (if no ones around, otherwise that'd be awkward lol, or he just waits until people are a little out of earshot ;) )

Sometimes if you do get to the hotel/resort kind of tired, joel always looks around the room like "👀🌚 so where do you want me to fuck you first, your choice baby🤤" LMAOO fuckin horndog. He is just very straightforward and does not want to waste time 😀

^ and all of a sudden you're not tired anymore lmao

Lets just pretend these hotel room walls are sound proof (they never are) but on these vacations you guys are always super loud bc you don't have to worry about neighbors, or maybe having to see them again as opposed to your actual next door neighbors at home

You're damn near wailing half of the time with how hard he's fucking you

You love these vacations bc you get to hear more of joel's grunts and moans than you get to at home

He's always pulling you back by your hair when he fucks you from behind or has his mouth right next to your ear as he's fucking up into you from behind and holding you upright with one arm across your stomach and one arm across your tits and he's like "lemme hear those lil moans baby, don't hold back. You like that?"

Meanwhile you're like "fuckfuckfuckfuck. FUCK! god you're so big, I feel so stuffed 🥺" He almost cums right then and there.

Yall fuck in every part of the room lol, the chair the bed the bathroom the shower the balcony the sundeck chairs the pool the goddamn walls

Okay the next hc's will be based on the pictures below so you can take a look at them to get a better idea. Note, these places are probably all like 5 star resorts and way out of you and joel's budget but who cares lol

For your honeymoon you stay in a super nice place where you get a private pool with your room and it comes with a poolside lounging spot/bed? Which you take advantage of rather than going to the resort's public pool since you prefer some privacy ;) You'll probably start off your day fucking and then take a break to swim in the pool (where you also might fuck LMAO) then cuddle and take a nap on those outdoor beds and wake up just to fuck again HAHAH yall do not pLAY when it comes to these vacations

The windows in these hotel rooms are huge so you have a good view from almost anywhere, including when yall take baths together so ✨optimal relaxation and vacation vibes✨ and yall will 99% of the time fuck in there too lol, it always escalates after you guys help each other wash up

AND in the outdoor shower too, how could you not.

He loves when you wash his hair 🥺 you're extra gentle when you rinse his hair to not get any water in his eyes and sometimes you tell him to tilt his head back so you can give him little kisses on his cute forehead.

Since you and joel are goddamn freaks, part of the reason yall like fucking in the outdoor shower is because one of your neighbors might overhear 👀🙈

Which is why you guys will go to the resort's main pool and joel always probably tries to fuck you in one of those cabanas lol even though theres people basically right next to you

He just tells you you have to stay extra quiet as he fucks you ;)

Which obviously can be QUITE difficult, bc joel is just so goddamn fine🤤🔥thats YOUR MAN.

Imagine him bending you over with your hands braced on that bench in the outdoor shower while he rails the shit out of you from behind

You love teasing him in your skimpy barely-there bikini's and you can tell he's always about to lose his shit/drooling/getting hard when he sees you

One time you didn't tie the strings well enough (maybe on purpose) and your top almost falls off and you look at joel while holding it to your chest like "oh no! 🥺 my top came undone, can you help me retie it baby?" joel is damn near barking LMAOO and he's like "well i got a better idea, why don't you just leave it off ;)" but you can't bc this is the day you decide to leave your room and go to the resorts main pool lol

Both of you have extra fun "helping" each other out with putting sunscreen on each other hehe 😏 and you both end up taking extra time just to "make sure you're getting all the hard to reach areas". And you also don't want pookie to burn 🥺 but he probably tans better than you tbh lol

He's always like "I don't want you to get sunburnt baby, why don't you take your top off so I can rub the sunscreen into your chest better 🥺😏"

Sometimes you do sometimes you don't ;)

When you don't, he just puts his hands under your bikini straps and rubs the sunscreen REAL good into your skin lol

Sometimes he takes too long rubbing sunscreen onto your tiddies lmao and maybe someone will be walking closer to you both/ nearby and you're like "okay I think that's good babe I'm pretty sure they're not gonna get burnt if I keep my top on" and he's like "🥺just wanna make sure the girls don't get burnt 😏" LOL

He damn near moans when you're rubbing the sunscreen from his back and sliding your palms back around his trunk to cover his pecs lol

and when you're like "well I don't want you to get tan lines 🥺" and you slide your hand down his happy trail to the spot right under the waistband of his swimming trunks hehe, all while you're whispering dirty shit into his ear from behind him.

At the end of these vacations you guys leave with a ✨glow✨, not just from the sun (joel always looks so cute when he get's a little redness on his cheeks and nose ❤️) but also that ✨post-coital, 4 days of straight fucking, vacation glow✨ LOL

The resort also has these nice cabana beds right on the beach, and you and joel like to spend time there cuddling and watching the sunset 🥺

and guess what else? fucking! LMAO

you and joels exhibition kink goin brrrrr on vacation fr lol

Okay but you and joel fucking with a ocean view is just 👌🏻 or getting to cuddle on the beach while the sun sets 👌🏻

If anyone could hear you guys baby talking to each other while yall cuddle on the beach theyd be sick lol

Not only do you guys fuck everywhere on vacation, but yall also fuck in a million different positions too lol

After you guys swim in the pool or take a shower/bath, as soon as you're dry he's whipping that towel off of you and tossing it somewhere, he's like "no clothes or towels allowed! You're dry already so you don't need it anymore"

He definitely walks around yalls hotel room naked lol 1. for easy access 2.it's hot anyways 3. its not like the neighbors are gonna see you, your hotel room and pool is completely private

Tbh idk how yall manage to fuck for so long, like how he has any nut left in his balls by the end of the day is beyond me LOL and you lose track of how many times he makes you cum by late afternoon dude

[lyrakanefanatic]

Congratulations!

A book similar to inheritance games:🎃

☕️: Academic rival jameson hawthorne fic.

🍂: A double date (lyra x Grayson) + (Avery x jameson )

thank you!!

for 🎃, im sure you’ve probably heard this before, but the naturals by jennifer lynn barnes. the plot isn’t exactly the same as it’s about a young group in the fbi called “the naturals” but it’s similar in ways like them solving things like the inheritance games. it’s more similar character wise though, as a lot of characters are very much like the ones in the inheritance games. there’s also the found family trope of ur into that, and also a similar love triangle!!

there’s also another book, called “heiress takes all”, and it’s said to be very similar to the inheritance games and oceans 11. i don’t know what it’s about much, (as i haven’t read it) but im sure if you search it up on amazon or goodreads you should be able to read the blurb!!

for ☕️, im assuming that u mean an au and im so sorry but i am TERRIBLE at writing au’s 😭😭 im also really bad at writing *character* x reader but i can still try and write those, where as au’s are just so hard for me 😭😭 im so sorry but if u want something else done feel free to request it again!!

for 🍂, sure!!

LYRA X GRAY + AVERY X JAMESON DOUBLE DATE HEAD CANONS:

• lyra and grayson show up a bit late (nothing extreme, just like 5-10 minutes) which surprised both avery and jameson because grayson is never late

• they found out after that it was because lyra wanted to match with grayson last minute and scrapped her whole outfit to match with his ☠️☠️

• they would probably go to a restaurant first, and then maybe go to a second location

• it started with small talk about their lives and days, but then slowly it turned into jameson and grayson seeing who can embarrass each other more by telling humiliating stories about each other from their childhoods 😭💀

• as soon as jameson reached the leather pants story though, grayson switched the topic and stopped with the whole competition

• lyra was curious but left it alone… for now. 😈

• lyra ordered a pasta, grayson ordered a steak, avery ordered fancy fish?? (idfk what they serve at fancy restaurants just think of the most expensive and tasty fish u can buy 💀🙏) and jameson ordered… chicken wings ☠️☠️

• lyra made fun of him for it and then jameson told grayson to break up with her

• in fact, lyra ends up making fun of him the whole night 💀

jameson to the waiter: “can i have some chicken wings please?”

jameson, once the waiter walks away: “I haven’t had chicken wings 3 months!”

lyra, snickering: “you look like you’ve had enough chicken wings for 3 months”

jameson gives her a wounded look and rolls his eyes, turning to grayson: “she’s mean, you should break up with her”

grayson, before he can even finish speaking: “no.”

later again that dinner…

avery: “should we get another side for seconds?”

grayson and lyra shake their heads, but jameson speaks: “can i get one? im still hungry.”

noticing grayson’s raised brow, he sighed: “don’t give me that look. matter of fact, i skipped lunch today!”

lyra, giggling again and muttering in a voice that jameson could just hear: “doesn’t look like it…”

jameson: “LYRA SHUT UP!!”

people ended up staring and as soon as the date was over and they were back at the house grayson called a beat down (just to give him an excuse to beat him up ☠️☠️🙏)

• once they do get back to the house though and grayson and jameson are done fighting, they watch a movie and jameson is secretly side eyeing grayson and lyra the whole time LMAOO

• lyra and avery end up sitting next to each other on the couch with grayson and jameson on the other side and, in whispers, gossip about them

• the boys can’t hear what they’re saying but spend more time trying to listen and hear what they’re talking about then actually watching the movie

• once they’re finished watching the movie, (and by watching the movie i mean lyra and avery gossiping while jameson and grayson try to secretly listen to them) lyra feels bad about all her fat jokes so she slips jameson a packet of gummies with a sorry note attached to them

• the gummies were from xander’s not-so-secret stash and now he officially has a fued with lyra but at least now jameson is going back to liking her 😊😊 (one hawthorne at a time people 😪😪)

THATS ALL I HOPE U LIKED THEM!! 🫶 (and im sorry again about not being able to do the ☕️ one, if you have another one u want me to do thats not about an au just lmk pls 😭)

[lovekz]

hot girl shit

syn -> your girls convince you to go out after one too many failed nightstands.

warnings mention of sex, hina is the dom in the relationship, ran and rindou own a club, attempted drugging, cunnilingus, mating press, emma and draken have a funny relationship, jokes, lengthy fic

-

you laid in bed, head resting on your arms as your lower half remained in the air.

the male behind you was still panting, trying to catch his breath.

embarrassing.

the guy had talked a big game on the two man you went on, but obviously couldn't prove it.

he probably nutted twice and you hadn't even gotten half way there.

you jumped lightly as he slapped your ass, before moving on to the bathroom.

you rolled over onto your back, before frowning and picking up your phone.

girls on film !!

[9:26] you : coconut : 2 | me : 0

[9:26pm] em : lmaoo no fucking way [9:27pm] em : join the ft

[9:28pm] hina : its cs we hyped him up to much..

[9:28pm] zu : literally

[9:29pm] you : hold on i gotta walk him out mmcht.

[9:30pm] em, zu, and hina 'haha'd your message

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you join the call as you toss on your sleep shirt, walking out of your room and turning your phone down.

"see ya gorgeous. call me okay?" he winked, making it to your front door.

you offer him a smile, deciding not to respond to that.

god knows you'll never be calling him again.

you closed the door behind him, listening to him walk away before letting out an exhausted sigh.

the girls began cackling from your phone immediately, making you roll your eyes.

"no way he asked you to call him!" emma howled, squeezing her bottle so hard the water began to spray.

you can hear her boyfriend's loud 'emma!' from across the room, making everyone else laugh.

"you better stop making a mess before daddy draken gets mad~" yuzuha snickered, pushing her face into the camera.

you took a seat on your couch, leaning back with a light sigh.

"okay this isn't about us. you alright honey? you want something off uber eats?" yuzuha asked, propping up her camera with a frown.

"a man who can fuck and eat pussy." you grumbled, looking at the camera while batting your eyelashes.

yuzua scratched her temple with a queasy smile, before clearing her throat.

"food babe, not a miracle." yuzuha replied, tucking a hair behind her ear with a smile.

you roll your eyes, before laying on your stomach.

the girls in the call noticed how bummed out your were and stayed silent, before hina spoke up.

"if it makes you feel better, takemichi tried put his thumb in my butt last night." hina said, looking away from the camera embarrassed.

emma started snickering, while yuzuha looked completely shocked.

"no way." you giggled, sitting up to pay attention to the phone.

hina let out a loud sigh before nodding, making emma burst into laughter again.

you could see yuzuha's face leave the camera as she was hunched over, giggling into her side.

"we were getting real into it, and he tried to slip it in. so suddenly we weren't fucking, but fighting." hina groaned in embarrassment.

emma's loud and dramatic laughter didn't make it better as she began banging on the table.

draken makes a comment about nothing ever being that funny.

hina continues to go on and on about her a takemichi having problems in bed while yuzuha buys you food.

eventually, the three of you call it a night and head to sleep.

of course, you decide to stay up a little longer to get off even a little bit.

-

the next morning, you woke up to loud bangs on your door.

you groaned, climbing out of bed and walking towards the front door as they continued.

when you swung it open, you were met with the face of emma and her boyfriend, draken.

"told you she was sleeping." draken sighed, gesturing to you still mid stretch.

emma rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand, walking into your home.

"good morning sunshine. we're here to make you breakfast!" emma said giggly.

you recall her briefly mentioning that when she said she could only put up two dollars towards your food.

you told her it hadn't matter, but she still felt bald.

she pulled out a box of pancake mix and a few other breakfast things, and got to work.

"kenny is just here for support, if that's okay?" emma asked, as if the guy didn't already get comfortable on your couch.

"knock yourself out draken. i'm gonna shower." you said, pointing to the bathroom.

he doesn't hesitate to stuff a throw pillow under his head, in his arms, and grab your firestick remote.

you take a bit of a while in the shower, not that the couple minded.

when you were out and dressed, emma had your breakfast on a plate.

draken was knocked out with octonauts playing on the tv.

your turnip clutched in his hand said everything.

you took a seat at the counter and looked at the plate.

chocolate syrup around the plate read ‘sorry he didn’t make you nut’

you rolled your eyes and looked at emma as she took pictures

she giggled, watching as you smeared the words with your thumb and licked it off.

“we should go out to night. find you a good guy.” emma suggested, leaning over the counter while eating her tater tot.

you ponder over it lightly, chewing your food.

“think so? haven’t gone out properly in a while.” you spoke lightly, taking a sip of your juice.

emma nods, already texting the group chat.

by the noticeable amount of pings, you could only assume everyone was awake and in agreement.

-

once you finished breakfast, the girls took you shopping.

you bought outfits to wear and a new pair of shoes, along with some beautiful jewelry as a gift.

the necklace had your name on it in cursive, while your earrings were diamond studs.

you told them they didn't have to, but they all chipped in previously to buy it for you.

after the shopping trip, emma suggested getting ready at her house because that's where you all were coming back to after tonight.

she didn't want yuzuha throwing up in hakkai's shoes by accident again.

so now here you were, dressed in emma's spare robe while doing your hair in the vanity.

draken was behind you, pressing your mini dress for you.

the material couldn't have heat touch it directly, and none of you wanted to fuck it up.

thankfully, draken over heard emma's loud ass complaint and offered to do it for you.

you thanked him endlessly, before inviting him out to the club with some of his friends and hopping in the shower.

now here you were, almost ready. now you were just waiting to get in the dress.

you touched up on your lashes and applied just a bit more lip gloss to your lips.

"thank you again ken." you smiled, looking at him through the mirror as he stood to his complete height.

he glanced at you, before holding the dress up with a smile.

"it's cool, don't even worry about it." he replied, before handing you the gorgeous dress.

he steps out the room to give you some privacy, leaving you to the soft music in the back.

sure thing by miguel.

you take the robe off and slip into your mini dress, checking yourself out in your full length mirror.

yuzuha steps into the room with a big smile, lashes done to perfection.

she claimed she didn't wanna put falsies on, because she might put them on taiju again.

yeah, she isn't aloud to get drunk often.

"fuck, you look so good." yuzuha cooed, making kissing noises towards you.

you giggle and push her away, fixing your breasts in the dress.

the two of you begin to take pictures in the mirror, posing with grins.

emma peaks in the room with a smile, tapping the knob lightly.

"you guys look good, but we gotta go before kenny doesn't take our pictures." emma teased, before making her way downstairs.

you slipped into your heels and walk downstairs with yuzuha, holding her hand.

when you made it down, draken was already taking pictures of hina by herself on the couch.

she seen you three out of the corner of her eye, before squealing and making room on the couch for everyone.

"huddle in girls and hurry up. inui's already complaining about his curfew." draken chuckles, waving you over.

you all huddle onto the couch and take pictures with hina, before taking some by yourselves.

once everyone was done and you all had pre-gamed, you pilled into emma's g wagon.

draken was the designated driver, so he got in the drivers seat.

you piled in the back with yuzuha and hina, letting emma get in the front because it was her car.

tonight was gonna be fun.

-

by time you reached the club, you could hear rotation by stunna girl blasting from inside.

you showed the bouncer you id's before slipping into the club.

people were already grinding on each other and dancing, drunk as fuck.

you wanted to get like them.

emma must've noticed your gaze, because she places her hand on your shoulder and mouths 'drinks first'.

you nod, following everyone to the bar with a smile.

draken orders a few rounds of shots for you all, including his friends.

you indulge in them, taking a few shots before emma decides to get on the dance floor.

megan thee stallion starts blasting on the speakers, and the dj speaks up.

"if you a hottie, get on the floor!" he yells into the mic.

emma immediately grabs you and drags you onto the floor with yuzuha and hina following behind.

"real hot girl shit!" yuzuha yells, already throwing ass like she has no sense.

you hype her up, before doing the same.

emma knew better, recording and slapping both of your asses.

thank goodness draken was watching over the four of you.

-

after standing on the floor for a couple hours, you got tired of throwing ass on some random strangers.

the boys joined you on the floor after a bit, but now you were ready for another drink.

you took a seat at the bar, before raising your hand. "lemme get a papa smurf!" you called, leaning on the counter a bit.

not too long after, the blue drink is slid your way and you smile, shooting the bartender a wink.

you took a sip, relishing in the slightly sweet drink.

it was nice and cold, with just the right amount of ice in it.

"good choice. papa smurf?" someone questioned out of the blue, now joining beside you.

you look over confused, before you recognized him from earlier.

when the megan the stallion song had finished, some other artist starting playing.

he had came up behind you while you were shaking ass, but you hadn't really minded much.

"yeah. thanks." you replied, not really interested in what he had to say.

he was cute, but so not your type. how would you even look at him in bed?

"i'll have a papa smurf." the guy said, mimicking your order.

you had finished yours almost immediately, standing up from your seat with a small sigh.

before you could walk away, you felt your wrist being grabbed.

"hey. i got you another." he informed, holding the drink up to you with a smile.

you glanced at him and the drink, before shooting him a warm smile.

his grip seemed to ease up on you, so you pulled your hand away slowly.

"thanks, but i gotta get back to my girls." you giggled politely, before trying to walk away again.

but his faster.

he snatches you back and suddenly you're in your seat, the blue drink in front of you.

"drink up. it won't take long." he cooed, resting his head on his palm.

before you could curse him out, your chair was spun the other way and the blue drink was no longer in front of you.

but all over the guy.

you got ready to thank draken for the umpteenth time tonight, knowing that was something he would do.

but the voice that came after let you know that that was not your friend's boyfriend.

"next time, how about you try to drug me?" the guy spat, before effectively punching him in his nose.

the music had gotten louder around you, and you could only assume it was the level of the overwhelming feeling you felt.

you felt dizzy, standing to your feet and glancing around you.

why couldn't you see your friends?

"hey. are you okay?" the guy asked worriedly, placing his hands on your shoulders.

he was dressed in a fancy and expensive outfit, suit and tie must've been freshly tailored.

you don't get to respond, because he's already guiding you through the crowd and into an elevator.

you lean onto him for support, frowning big. that was embarrassing, but you had him to thank.

when the elevator stopped, you were guided to a couch and handed a bottle of water.

you took a sip, leaning your head back with a sigh.

"thank you, but where are we? vip?" you questioned, closing your eyes.

"my office, actually. i'm ran, one of the owners of the club." the man said, making you open your eyes and sit up with a start.

the owner of the club had saved you? and he was hot?!

he hand long hair that was pulled into a low bun, strands falling out.

his jacket was off and around you, letting you see his toned body though his shirt a bit.

it also revealed the tattoo that traced half of his body.

"sorry if you're uncomfortable. had to get you out so you could think, but i didn't want you to think you were kicked out." he informed, slightly panicked.

you shoot him a smile, fixing your posture and taking another sip of the water.

"it's okay, thank you. my night is completely ruined though." you sigh, rubbing your temples.

you hear him walk away, then a loud rolling noise started until it stopped in front of you.

he was now sitting in front of you in his chair.

"i'm sorry. how can i help fix that?" ran questioned, tilting his head in a comforting manner.

you snort quietly, before standing up and stretching your tired limbs.

"unless you can get me a guy that can give real good head, it's out of your hands." you shrugged, fixing your dress.

ran chuckles, before leaning back in his seat.

"i don't think it's out of my hands yet, honey. you clean?" ran grins, holding your hand softly and tugging you closer.

you nod hesitantly, letting him guide you into his lap.

was he actually offering to give you head right now? or were you really drunk?

-

you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

many minutes have passed and you were now laid back on ran's desk, ankles practically touching your ears.

you let out a extremely loud moan when he begins to suck hard on your swollen bud.

he had given you two orgasms, and was now trying to coax a third out of you.

"third times a charm" ran grinned, slapping your pussy in delight after losing his shirt.

he claimed that he wanted you to squirt before he stuffed his cock inside of you.

and boy was he big.

he was a good eight and a half inches long, and it was thick.

just the tip would have you squirming on the slightly uncomfortable wood you were on top of.

ran pulls away, before rubbing your clit harshly.

"come on pretty girl. i feel it. give it to me." ran cooed, looking into your eyes.

you moaned out, moving your hand from underneath your thigh to catch his own.

it was back to it's original place though, ran giving you a harsh slap on your thigh.

"isn't this what you asked for sweetheart? don't try to stop me now." ran chuckled, before leaning back down and licking your slit.

he began eating you out like a starved man, shaking his head and humming into your sloppy pussy.

you bucked your hips as best as you could, feeling your climax coming quick.

you grab onto ran's hair, feeling him moan into you as you face fucked him.

you let go of him in exchange for grabbing onto the corner for his desk as you squirt heavily onto his face.

ran keeps his mouth open for you, catching some of it in his mouth with a hefty groan.

when you finish, he stands up and leans over you, pressing sweet kisses on your lips.

it was as if you had known each other, but you knew you didn't.

ran's hair had completely fallen out of the bun, so it hovered over you as well.

it let you focus on nothing but him and his face.

he slipped himself inside of you slowly, gritting his teeth and rubbing your clit.

"fuck- how are you still so tight?" ran groaned, squeezing your waist with his free hand.

you moan in response, pressing a hand to his abs.

he slides into you all the way, feeling your pussy clench around him immediately.

ran makes sure to give you sometime, before he starts pounding into you.

the table is rocking and making a horrible screeching noise, but you could care less.

this was what you were looking for.

someone to put you before themselves and give you the time of your fucking life.

"right there!" you cry out, pulling him down closer to you and tossing your head back.

ran angles himself to repeatedly hit that spot, moaning something unsensible in your ear.

you don't ignore the way his cock throbs inside of you, and you know your tightness brings him closer to the edge.

after a few more thrusts, you're squirting all over ran's abdomen and all over his floor again.

ran has to pull out immediately, stroking himself until his cums on your thighs.

the two of you pant, trying to catch your breath as you stare at each other.

"now that.. was good." you grinned, letting him clean his nut off of you and hand you a cool water bottle.

it must've been the same one, because you didn't finish yours.

"glad i could make your night out better." ran says, pressing a soft kiss to your sensitive pussy.

you giggle as he pulls your dress back on and lifts you over the puddle of your release.

once you're both dressed, you gasp and look at the time.

two in the morning.

you haven't called or texted draken!

"shit!" you cursed, fixing your dress and searching the room.

"i gotta call my friend's boyfriend. he's gonna be pissed." you groaned, knowing he has work tomorrow and you were supposed to be gone by 1:30 the latest.

ran hands you his phone instead with a calm look.

you thank him silently and begin calling, walking around the room in slight distress.

the phone rings twice before he answers.

"hello? ran?" ken says in slight annoyance, and you glance at ran in slight confusion.

however they knew each other didn't matter now, you had to let him know you were okay.

"it's me. i'm okay, and upstairs. did you guys leave?" you questioned in a hurry, scratching your neck.

draken lets out a sigh of relief, muttering to someone in the back ground that she's 'fine and not totally dead'.

"we haven't left. we were looking for you. we're gonna leave like- right now though so scurry your ass down here." ken says quickly, before yelling in the background.

probably at emma. she couldn't handle her liquor to save her life.

you say a short 'okay' before hanging up.

you quickly type in your phone number and look at ran, who was wiping your juices off his face.

"i have to go." you smile sweetly and hand him his phone back.

he nods, letting you press a kiss to his cheek as he gives you a light squeeze on the ass.

you skip off downstairs, not noticing the cool air on your pussy.

your panties were in ran's pocket.

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when you made it downstairs. draken was standing by the dj booth.

you skipped through the crowd and made it to him, smiling warmly.

him and the dj seemed to be catching up when you tapped draken on the arm.

draken turned around, before giving you a smile.

"there she is. thanks again, rindou." draken says, giving the man a fist bump in which he returns.

rindou nods, before pointing to you with slightly bruised and bloody knuckles.

what the hell was he doing?

"sorry again about that incident. next time you come, you can get the vip floor and drinks on the house." rindou informs, shooting you a warm smile.

"thank you so much!" you beamed, before following draken out of the booth.

when you made it to the car with the other girls and mitsuya, you were smiling big.

emma practically screamed, before dragging you into a hug.

"oh my god you're not like- totally dead!" she sobbed, rocking you side to side.

he was definitely talking to emma earlier.

you laugh and hug her back, rocking her side to side as well.

"girl where are your lashes? and your panties?" yuzuha questioned, giggly a bit.

you touched your ass and your eyelashes, before your eyes widened.

shit.

bonus :

the next morning, you sat around on emma's bed with a big grin.

everyone was piled up on their stomachs or leaned in.

even draken, his big body resting against the edge of the bec.

he knew too much to not be put onto the tea with you all.

"and then he showed up and threw the drink all over the guy and punched him. i thought it was ken!" you said, gesturing over to the large male.

"nah i was with hina while she threw her guts out." draken explained, looking at hina who was bashful.

you giggled and held onto emma's bear, feeling like a high schooler again.

"he took me upstairs to like- check on me or whatever. made sure i was good and asked if he could help with anything." you explained, tucking a nonexistent hair behind your ear.

the girls 'oohed' immediately, laughing at your little gesture.

"and i don't kiss and tell, but me? four. him? only one!" you squealed, tossing your head back.

emma erupted into cheers, while hina was shocked. yuzuha was clapping, so proud of you.

draken looked at the four of you confused, completely not understanding the girl talk anymore.

"what does that mean?" draken questioned, resting his head on his forearms.

he knows he heard you guys talk like this before, but never knew what it meant.

everyone paused, looking over at draken who was completely engrossed in your story.

before you could respond, your phone buzzed, making you look over and pick it up immediately.

[12:31pm] ran 💋 : hey, sorry for not texting last night. fell asleep [12:31pm] ran 💋 : think i can take you out to make up for it?

you jumped up immediately, looking at the girls.

"he wants to take me out!" you yelled in excitement, jumping up and down with yuzuha.

draken's question goes unanswered.

[chweverni]

BABY BLUE

pairing; myung jaehyun x fem! reader synopsis; your boyfriend is so not expressive, and sometimes, it confuses you. does he really like you? wc; 513 author's note; hey! i was bored so i decided to write on this request!

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myung jaehyun. a guy of so many thoughts, yet, the three words; yes, the l-word, scared him to death.

when he was confessing to you, after school, you could clearly see his ears turn bright red, as he attempted to enunciate the same words. but at the end, you were the one who said yes, without letting him complete his confession. but now.. it was confusing you.

did he not mean to say 'i love you'? because, ever since you both became a thing, he just leaves sweet kisses on your cheek or nose, but never on the lips. his mouth never uttered the sacred phrase, and it was filling you with anxiety.

what if you misunderstood him that day, and he didn't mean to confess at all? considering how sweet of a guy jaehyun is, he's probably, maybe, just playing along with you, to not break your heart.

this had been toying with your heart strings since the morning, and all the classes seemed to fly over your head. all your brain could comprehend were the silly stares jaehyun sent at you during classes. and being the observant person he is, he was the first to ask you what was wrong.

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"what's wrong, y/n? you seem so out of it today? did i do something wrong?"

you shook your head as a no, as you rested it on your hand, staring straight into his eyes.

"can you say it once?"

as soon as you asked that, his eyebrows furrowed.

"say.. what?", he counter-questioned, rubbing his neck in the process.

"we both know what we're talking about jae..", you trailed, breaking eye contact once again.

jaehyun gulped. gulped again. and then sighed. the air grew thick between you both, as you scooted closer to him.

"just say it once, please!"

"i'm tired, of thinking that you never meant to confess to me, that whatever you said was a mistake. do you even love me?"

now, it was jaehyun's turn to do something, anything. he turned your head towards him with his index finger, as he left a peck on your lips. his eyes remained on your lips for a moment, before they met yours.

he hesitated to speak, but then three words escaped him, floating directly to your ears.

"i love you, y/n."

you knew it was sincere, the way his ears turned red as rudolph's nose; the way he immediately had to hide his face behind his hands. the way you had to pull away his hands on his face to pepper it with kisses all over, mumbling how badly you've been wanting to hear that for months now.

he, on the other hand, wrapped his arms around you in a hug. a hug, that he hoped would last for eternity. it wasn't his fault that, nobody had ever taught him to love like that. that nobody ever taught him that it was okay to admit that he liked someone. but till the day you're with him, and only him, he knew, it's a lesson, he'll remember for a lifetime.

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end! i LOVED writing this LMAOO so cute :(

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr <3 ! come back 4 more!!! >_<

[agaypanic]

Benny dating human!reader and constantly getting jealous or protective over her because her blood type attracts all his vampire friends towards her and they get especially touchy/too close to her + make jokes ab biting her (all in good nature of course) Benny is constantly keeping an eye on his friends no matter how much he loves them LMAOO

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Benny was already pretty protective of you

You were a human surrounded by vampires and other people with supernatural abilities

He’s always worried about you getting mixed up with the supernatural world

But when you found out your blood type was highly desirable to vampires, he became even more concerned for your well being

“Benny, it’s for a good cause.” You said as you dragged him into the line for the school’s annual blood drive. “Plus, we get to miss class. Everybody wins.”

“I get that; I just hate needles.” Your boyfriend shuddered at the thought alone. “Listen, how about you be the blood donor, and I’ll be emotional support.”

“Bens, even if I’m the one getting poked, you’ll probably be the one needing support.”

“True.” Benny sighed, kissing the top of your head and then hiding his face in your hair when he saw someone get poked with a needle. “But I’ll try my best.”

Benny did indeed do his best. He held your hand in support while the nurse looked for a vein, promising to get you a treat for your bravery, even though you didn’t need it. And then he high-fived you when the nurse told you your blood type, which was apparently one in a million.

“I guess my girlfriend’s just cooler than all of you,” Benny smirked at your friends at lunch. “I mean, we already knew that. But it’s nice to hear it be confirmed.”

“What did she say your blood type was again?” Sarah asked you.

“H-deficient.” You answered, taking a bite of your lunch. “Apparently, only one in a million have it.”

“Y/n…” Sarah looked at you worried, like she had something to say that she knew you wouldn’t like.

“Yeah?”

“That’s, like, the best blood type to have.” Erica grinned, licking her lips. You raised a brow at her. “It’s so good that one pint is better than a truckload of any other blood type.” Benny grabbed you, sliding you down the table bench and into his side.

“Erica, stop looking at her like that.” He said forcefully. She was about to respond when Ethan came running to the table, fear evident on his face. He slammed his hands on the table, making everyone jump while he caught his breath.

“Guys! I was getting my blood taken at the blood drive, and I had a vision.”

“Oh gosh, what is it this time?” You sighed, taking a sip of your drink.

“The blood drive nurses are vampires, and they’re taking all the blood for themselves,” Ethan whispered, not wanting anyone passing by to hear. You nearly choked at the new information, and Benny brought you even closer to him.

“Well, that’s not good.”

Safe to say that after learning about how desirable your blood is, Benny keeps an eye on his vampire friends

Especially Erica

Even when you all know they’re joking and that they’d never hurt you, he’s still a bit weary

It took a lot of effort, but you, Sarah, and Erica were able to convince the boys to come with you to see the new Dusk movie. Since you rarely go out, too busy trying to fight monsters and all, you decided to dress up. So what if you were going all out just to sit in a dark room for two hours? It was still fun.

The gang was waiting outside the theater when you and Benny showed up. They had already bought everyone’s tickets, so you all went inside to get popcorn. You hoped that the workers didn’t care enough to wonder why your bag looked like it was stuffed. There was no way you were paying movie theater prices for a small box of candy.

“Damn, Y/n. You’re looking good.” Erica smirked down at you, taking in your outfit. “I could just eat you up.” 

You and Benny had different reactions to that. You giggled, thanking Erica for the compliment. Meanwhile, Benny pulled you to him by the hip, glaring at Erica.

“Don’t even think about it, Jones.”

“Relax, Benny. She didn’t mean it like that.” You said, rubbing his back. But that didn’t stop Benny from moving to stand between the two of you. And it didn’t stop him from making sure you weren’t sitting next to Erica during the movie.

Gets jealous when your vampire friends get touchy

Half because being jealous of people being affectionate with your girlfriend is inevitable

Half because he’s scared a vampire being affectionate with you could lead to them sucking all the blood out of you

Panics when you get hurt, for two different but similar reasons

The library was utterly silent, surprising since you and the gang were there. But you made the boys swear to be quiet because you needed Sarah’s help studying for an upcoming quiz.

“Shit.” You hissed, holding your pointer finger. You had turned a page a bit too fast and gave yourself a paper cut. Sarah, Erica, and Rory visibly stiffened, slowly turning their heads to stare at you and your wound. You gulped as you watched their eyes slowly turn yellow. “Guys?” Rory took a deep breath before covering his nose.

“Y/n, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Benny urged you to get out of your chair and to a bathroom. While he pulled you out of the library, you saw Ethan try to take the vampires’ attention off of you. “Are you okay?” Your boyfriend asked while he washed the tiny bit of blood off of your finger.

“Yeah. Guess I just gotta be more careful.” You scratched the back of your neck. Even though you knew you shouldn’t be, you felt a little embarrassed that such a small thing like a paper cut would cause such a reaction in your friends. 

“N/n, it’s not your fault you have blood that’s delicious to vampires. Ethan has the same blood type as you; he has to be just as careful.”

“Ethan doesn’t get a paper cut just from turning a page.” Benny dried you off with a paper towel before taking both your hands in his.

“That’s why I’m around to keep an eye out. I love our friends, but I love you and making sure you stay human more.” In response to his confession, you wrapped your arms around him, and Benny kissed your head. “Besides, Ethan’s way more of a klutz.”

[markosbabymama]

okay so i’m not just saying this cause ur username is dal BUT u would be adorable with dally !

definition of sunshine and storm cloud🤭

definitely that “i hate everyone but u” typa relationship

.

he loves ur eyes so much oh my godhshs

obvi he ain’t gonna show it cause it’s dally but he’ll randomly catch himself staring at you’re eyes 🥲

“what are you looking at dal?”

“nothin man. i was looking at the sky.”

“i think you were looking at my eyes.” *smiling*

“nah man i wasn’t. don’t flatter yourself.”

LMAOO

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i feel like dally does like to play with hair.

like he’s not gonna do it on the couch at the curtis’ BUT when it’s just y’all and ur laying on his chest he’ll DEF run his hands through ur hair and probably make u fall asleep

“and then this motherfu- y/n? are you up?”

*y/n softly snoring*

*chuckles* “coulda’ told me if you was gettin’ board doll.

*kisses your head and plays with ur hair.*

UGHHH !!

.

admires ur freckles

he’s loves em but will definitely tease u sometimes 😭

*u and dal walking out of the dingo*

“y’know your freckles look like oatmeal.”

*u turn to him giggling a bit *

“what? my freckles look like oatmeal?”

“yeah, they do, they look like oatmeal with cinnamon on em’ man.” *chuckling a bit*

“oh my goodness, only you can come up with something like that dallas.”

“it’s cute. don’t let your head spin over it doll.”

*blushes* “youre crazy.”

and from there on out, his nickname for u is oatmeal.

like let’s say u walk into the curtis house and dallys there

*y/n walking to the couch where dally is*

*u plop down next to dally* “hi dal!”

“hey oatmeal.” *wraps his arm around ur shoulder.*

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ohhh my goddddd the teasing never stops about ur height.

and dallas is like 6’0 so the height difference is THERE.

“hey short stack”

*u roll ur eyes* so creative dally, your a bean stalk how about that.

*chuckles* “you’re cute.”

“whatever.”

rests his arm at the top of ur head to get u mad LMAOO

he loves that ur short tho, thinks it’s the cutest

.

honestly dally never cared that you were shy.

he tried EVERYTHING to get you out of ur shell when u first joined the gang

you and johnny were friends before joining the gang so he brang you over one day and you were like 😳

and he thought u were so cute 🥹

y know what dally is i don’t have to say.

constantly teasing and flirting

*sitting down on the couch with u* “hey doll, how ya’ doing today?”

*y/n just looking down at her lap* *im good.”

*smiling* “okay, alright good.”

was literally so happy when u finally talked to him that day

definitely rambled on to johnny abt it

.

he usually doesn’t know how to deal with anxiety attacks and stuff but when u have them he really does try his best

*y/n having a panic attack* “hey, hey what’s the matter, you okay? just breath doll everything’s gonna be alright, okay? look at me, breath. there ya’ go, that’s it. calm down i got ya’.”

he’s always by your side no matter where you are

he wants to make sure his girl is safe 😢

always holding your hand or waist to make sure you’re alright 🩷🩷

.

he also has no experience with adhd but again, he tries his best to make sure you’re not too hyper and burn yourself out.

*y/n bouncing off the walls with energy*

“hey, you need to sit down ok? just relax, i’ll get you something to drink alright? why don’t we watch a movie or somethin’, sound good?”

“okay! that sounds great!”

honestly loves when u hyper fixate, he loves hearing u talk about whatever it is that ur interested in that week.

he definitely goes out and steals whatever u have on ur mind

and u scold him for it ofc.

“dallas, how many times do i have to tell you to stop that! i understand you want to do something nice for me, but i don’t want you stealing!”

“it’s fine oatmeal, it’s a stuffed animal. no one’s gonna miss a teddy bear.”

.

teases u cause u read but secretly loves when u read to him lol

“doll, why do you read those?”

“because it’s fun dallas.”

“sounds pretty boring to me, just a bunch of words on some paper.”

“you think it’s boring casue you can’t read the words on the paper dallas.”

“you getting smart with me oatmeal?”

“maybe.” *smiling*

“you’re lucky i like you, cause anyone else woulda had their teeth knocked out.”

“oh i know dal.”

.

dally doesn’t mind that your love language is touch, it took some getting used to but after a while he learned to appreciate it.

*y/n hugging him*

“why you doin’ that?”

“because i love you.”

his favorite thing to do in the world is stand behind u with his hands on ur waist

HE LOVES IT

it lets him know that you’re safe and that no one can hurt u🤭

it’s hard for him to say things like “i love you” and “i’m so proud of you” because of his childhood:/

but when he tells you he loves u for the first time the tears are pouring.

“i love you doll, i don’t say it ever, but i’m glad you came into my life.”

*y/n crying tears of joy* “i love you more dallas.”

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A/N: oh my god i’m being so active today lolz! i hope u enjoy dally sorry it took so long ily!! 🫶🏻

[rinsoap]

˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big seijoh four's favourite artists!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei + hanamaki takahiro

note : sorry ive been inactive as hell w actual hcs or like. real works LMAOO i have been #depressed and #unmotivated LoL! anyways pls tell me u can see suna's influence on iwaizumi i hc that they r friends <33

oikawa tooru :

!!? KALI UCHIS STAN NEVER SPEAK 2 ME AGAIN. he LOVESSS her he is completely convinced isolation was specifically made to cater to him and his exact music taste delusional king fr!! and he gatekeeps her SO HARD like babes as much as i would like to be her top listener too, the 21,158,866 monthly listeners seem like they might be hard to beat 🤔

his favourite songs by kali uchis are :

tyrant - ft. jorgia smith on the isolation album.

i wish you roses (single).

loner on the por vida album.

!!? this artist is not a guilty pleasure no matter how many times he says he's sooo embarrassed he likes carly rae jepson. "omg stop don't tell people i like her that's humiliating omg stop i don't want people to know!!!!!!" he is a LIAR. he will publicly scream every single lyric to every single song she makes, IN FACT he will shamefully make tiktoks on public buses and shit, lip syncing to her songs on full volume (or at least he would if literally all of seijoh didn't tell him to shut the fuck up LMAO)

his favourite songs by carly rae jepson are :

call me maybe on the kiss album.

boy problems on the E•MO•TION album.

felt this way on the dedicated side b album.

!!? —✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : good days by SZA. heart to heart by mac de marco. oh no! by marina and the diamonds. conceited by flo milli.

iwaizumi hajime :

!!? UGH ANOTHER AMAZING PERFECT TYLER THE CREATOR STAN. OOH I WANNA KISS ALL TYLER FANS ON THE HEAD I FREQUENTLY MAKE OUT W EVERY TYLER FAN EVER!! he's a very loyal listener, he knew him on vine bro like i said in pt 1, he introduced him to suna (while suna takes all the credit lol) he might even have a slight... fixation.. one might call it a.... crush.... but he will never admit it his ego is too big!!

his favourite songs by tyler the creator are :

A BOY IS A GUN on the IGOR album.

garden shed - ft. estelle on the flower boy album.

SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - ft. brent faiyaz and fana hues on the CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST album.

!!? is it controversial to say he fucks w ice spice.. almost a little too much... he knows all the lyrics to munch which is def something he has in common with oikawa's music taste!!! like at this point they're like pavlov's dog, they are absolutely salivating every single time they hear "stop playin with em riot!"

his favourite songs by ice spice are :

bikini bottom (single).

princess diana on the like..? EP.

in ha mood (single).

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : she likes another boy by oscar lang. attention by new jeans. just a stranger by kali uchis and steve lacy. NASA by ariana grande.

matsukawa issei :

!!? unlike iwaizumi, he will admit his huge crush on brent faiyaz with his ENTIRE CHEST. brent faiyaz his love, his one and only (i am projecting!) <3 most of the content he consumes is brent faiyaz related tbh the algorithm knows him too well and before you ask the burning question on your mind, YES he did almost start a stan twitter in year one!!! makki will never let him live it down as if he didn't ACTUALLY start one for bruno mars..

his favourite songs by brent faiyaz are :

ADDICTIONS on the WASTELAND album.

what you heard (single) by sonder - technically still brent faiyaz.

talk 2 u on the sonder son album.

!!? he really should be ashamed he likes drake tbh. he physically could not compell himself to show anybody his spotify wrapped because almost all drake songs were in his top played. please never ever speak to him about the time he genuinely ugly cried to one dance. he will never elaborate and will probably go and sob to god's plan next.

his favourite songs by drake are :

way 2 sexy - ft. future and young thug on the certified lover boy album.

9 on the views album.

circo loco on the her loss album.

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : love is only a feeling by joey bada$$. small worlds by mac miller. awkward by SZA. finesse (remix) by bruno mars and cardi b.

hanamaki takahiro :

!!? ACTIVELY PUSHING THE MAKKI BRUNO MARS AGENDA!! fuck an evening with silk sonic he wants an evening with bruno 😭 all he is doing every day all day is praying bruno gets his heart broken again so he can drop another DELECTIBLE album!!!!! also him and iwa like to say that since makki is puerto rican and iwa is filipino, together they make one bruno mars <333 (this is a hc dont take it too srsly lol)

his favourite songs by bruno mars are :

that's what i like on the 24k magic album.

treasure on the unorthodox jukebox album.

after last night (with thunder cats & bootsy collins) on the an evening with silk sonic album.

!!? he is a dork and i am a dork soooo i'm gonna have to say he is a the living tombstone stan.... oikawa will go on full rants about how cringey 2020 was and how weird that video game animatronic type music is and he'll look over at makki and see the single tear roll down his face as he says he has no idea the music genre he's talking about 😭

his favourite songs by the living tombstone are :

my ordinary life (single).

drunk on the zero_one album.

jump up, super star! (single).

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : new person, same old mistakes by tame impala. your teeth in my neck by kali uchis. join us for a bite by JT music. ORANGE SODA by baby keem.

[tokoyamisstuff]

lmaoo tasteful was the last thing I would've ever imagined to hear about my work. This humble writer is absolutely flattered by your words, thank you! 🫶

gn! Reader I general NSFW warning

Considering the literal centuries of experience this guy has ahead of you, this sure is gonna be an otherworldly experience...in more than one way.

Don't be nervous, though. He's a patient lover and eager to teach you new things. Will start slow and vanilla, taking all the time to look what works out for both of you.

In general the nights you spend with him are very carefree, filled with laughter and pleasant conversation in between or even during the act(s).

This man plays your body like an instrument. His heightened senses make it an easy task to observe every little reaction your body presents him, especially if he's able to give you an immediate gratification through it. Probably knows you better than you do (at least in that sense). Think you can only come once? Think again.

Definetly hypersexual. He'll use literally any opportunity to get it on with you: Sparring, arguments, even during missions he'll find an opportunity for his favourite pastime. Never leaves you unsatisfied, no matter the circumstance or how little time you have.

Prefers long and intimate rendezvous over quickies however, since he takes great pride in indulging you. He's quite the romantic, enjoys preparing the whole package: An amazing date, the perfect atmosphere, and of course a cozy bedroom. Nothing's too much effort if it comes to see your eyes light with wonder...and lust, later on.

Loves variety. I think there's nothing too freaky you could ask of him, he'd at least be willing to try it out. There's nothing really off table, but also nothing he absolutely wants you to do. You'll find a lot of common ground.

I mean did you see his tongue?? His oral game is gonna be insane.

He's not really fond of toys. Being rather possessive in general, he wants to be the direct cause for your pleasure. The only exception are remote controlled ones. It's so fun being able to tease you like that, observing how you try to keep it together during a meeting of the roundtable or similar.

The vampire is obsessed with imperfections. Scars, beauty marks, even extending to dacryphilia. Anything that makes you human is just so fascinating and desireable to him.

He's a biter wow what a surprise. The taste of your blood gives him an intense feeling of ecstasy, but he'd never go overboard with his cravings. In return I figure his abilities have a hypnotizing reaction on your body as well, giving you an overwhelming sensitivity in return.

Sometimes he's unable to keep his form, especially when deep in pleasure. Suddenly you're enveloped by black mist or stared at by a little too many eyes. At first he was very concerned to disgust or scare you away, but once he sees you react with a surprising acceptance - or even affection - he's over the moon.

Those shapeshifting skills could be used to your advantage in more than one way. He can easily adjust his size according to your wish or even fuck you from several directions at once. Really, there's no limits to your fantasies, let them run wild.

To be honest I think he's got a praise kink and is a sub at least in a certain way. Maybe because in every other aspect of his existence he's the peak of evolution, an almost omnipotent eldritch horror, always dominating. So being able to let himself fall like this, showing himself bare and vulnerable and giving himself to you body and soul, is just the greatest thrill he's ever felt.

Alucard's whole motivation is to serve his lover over anything, devoting himself to your worship.

[stars-n-spice]

TBB S3 TRAILER

Holy FUCK I was not prepared for this.

As soon as I saw the trailer posted on Instagram, I grabbed my laptop and casted the trailer on the TV and stood in front of the TV like an old asian man; hands behind the back, spine bent, feet planted shoulder width apart.

Cannot believe it's finally here and I've got a lot of thoughts that I'm going to put under the cut because holy shit, this trailer hit me like a brick.

Idk if they will be comprehensive honestly but I'm writing them down as I rewatch the trailer.

In summary though? This season is going to absolutely wreck me and I will never recover from it emotionally and probably financially too if we get a new wave of merch and shit with it too.

Anyways, thoughts and reactions under the cut-

What the fuck are they doing with that transport? They stealing something? Retrieving something? Is it a tank? Hello, where is Echo??? IS THAT FUCKING CROSSHAIR?! IN S1 ARMOR???

PHEE GENOA!! so fucking great to see her again, I'm going to be absolutely devastated if they show us her reaction to Tech's supposed death.

CAPTAIN REX MY LOVE YOU'VE COME HOME!! "I thought the end of the war would mean the end to losing more of our brothers" <- that better be about Tech and not about Cody, so help me god-

OMEGA'S NEW HAIRCUT :( she looks so much older now :((

STOP CROSSHAIR LOOKS SO FUCKING SAD. I feel terrible actually... this is like,, this is a shell of a man,, like,, this is a man who's got like,, nothing. He looks awful and I swear if he doesn't get some peace of mind I'm going to lose my mind.

"Omega's been waiting for us a long time." NO NO NO DON'T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD IF YOU DO A TIMESKIP, ANY MEASURE OF TIME THAT OMEGA HAD TO BE WITHOUT HER BROTHERS AND WONDERING WHEN THEY WERE GOING TO COME AND GET HER IT'S GOING TO BREAK ME. I fucking hate timeskips so much, I swear if she's been by herself for more than a year, or even just a year, I'm going to be PISSED. If she doesn't get the chance to be a kid like she deserves I'm going to fucking lose it.

PALPATINE?! "There is nothing of greater importance to secure the purpose of this Empire" <- y'all talking about cloning? About cloning Palpatine because you have to explain why "somehow Palpatine returned"???

HEY WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Holy shit the animation is really good. Like that whole fighting montage?? The fucking scene on the bridge looks like,, fucking live action to me. Idk how to describe it but the animation is fuckng beautiful and I wish Star Wars did more animation because this is gorgeous.

FENNEC SHAND MY LOVE!! MY WIFE RETURNS!!! PLEASE BE IN MORE THAN ONE EPISODE MY QUEEN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! and Cad Bane is there too ig-

"They are coming, for all of you." <- who is this. do not come for me but I cannot for the life of me figure out who this is. It's not Cody, I don't see the scar. Someone help me out here-

WOLFFE IS BACK BABY!!! FUCK I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HIM IN TBB ART STYLE

HUNTER ON PABU! Thinking they probably went back after everything and I want to see how they've adjusted and settled in, please, I am begging.

My baby, my angel, myivida, the light of my life. Fuck it's so good to see and hear you again. If anything happens to you I swear to god-

LMAOO DID HUNTER JUST GET YOINKED BY A SPACE CROC?!?! WAIT THEY'RE ON THE BOAT WITH FENNEC!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA

There are two clips that allude to the fact that they get Crosshair out of there before they get Omega and I'm going feral over it. If this means we get them reuniting with Crosshair sooner than later I'm fucking ecstatic. Like because,, that's Crosshair's rifle and they clearly cropped the screen for the sake of the trailer, right? Right??

Hey where is the zillo beast?

ASAJJ VENTRESS??!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! You're telling me,, I get a season,, with Wrecker, Wolffe, Fennec, AND Asajj? Oh be still my beating heart. Anyone hear something meowing?

Also I know in the trailer it seems like she's facing off with TBB but the backgrounds don't really seem to line up so I'm hoping they don't actually face off with each other.

Tech literally only being indirectly mentioned and showing his death scene again but recolored and shit makes me feel all kinds of things.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

3 EPISODE PREMIERE?!?!?!?!?!?! fuck me.

Echo wasn't in this trailer enough and where the FUCK was Cody?!?!?!?!

Fuck.

[ryesingerrose]

Short angsty drabble inspired by Max missing the padel match

(Where Max finds Charles at the padel court the next day, practicing by himself, because he wasn’t responding to his texts and tries to apologize for missing the match. And this is how their conversation goes…)

“You don’t own me an explanation.” Charles says.

Max can’t read his expression. Doesn’t know what he’s thinking in that moment, but if he were in his position, he would be pissed.

And rightfully so.

He knows Charles was probably looking forward to their competition, judging by the way his face fell when he learned Max wouldn’t be joining them, even if he’ll never admit it aloud.

And Max…

He’s been beating himself up over it ever since he woke up late that morning, trying to think of a million ways he could make it up to Charles.

“We’re not friends.”

His chest constricts - it feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him, as if he’s lost control of his car and crashed into a barrier.

“What?”

He says quietly. Too quiet for Charles to hear apparently.

“See you on the track, yeah?”

He’s left standing there, trying to process what the hell just happened, as he watches Charles pack up his things and leave the court in disbelief.

Charles gets a hundred meters away before Max’s brain catches up to him and he jogs after Charles, grabbing his elbow to stop him from leaving.

“What do you mean?”

Charles tenses under his touch, and Max instantly lets go.

He hasn’t looked at him that way since… Max swallows the lump he feels beginning to form in his throat.

Fuck.

“When’s the last time we hung out? Outside of race weekends?”

Charles wonders.

Max’s silence speaks for itself as Charles waits for his response.

“Do you even know what my favorite color is?”

There’s still no answer.

Charles searches his face for a long moment.

Disappointment flickers in his eyes.

He smiles, but it’s far from genuine. It’s one of those he reserves for the press.

“Yeah,” he says; a hint of resignation coloring his tone.

“That’s what I thought.”

Whatever friendliness Max experienced before from him is long gone, replaced by polite but cool indifference.

Charles turns to go, lifting his hand in a half-hearted wave.

“I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

He leaves, and Max doesn’t chase after him again.

(Look, now I know nothing about their personal lives, and definitely don’t blame Max for accidentally missing the padel match, because let’s be honest… I’m not a morning person so I get it. Whether he was streaming the night before or not, it’s none of our business, the boy is already overworked as it is and deserves a break, and I don’t think he has to owe us an explanation for anything. It’s obvious Charles and Max are good friends, or at least getting to that stage, so if anything Charles is probably just going to give him shit about it.

Don’t take this seriously. This was all in good fun and inspired the angsty drabble, because lord knows the potential this incident has for so many fics lmaoo)

[anonzentimes]

hi zen!! o/

i am coming into ur inbox purely to tell you thank you for making an effort to become more active about your interests despite being scared bc it kinda helped push me to do the same thing? and i’ve been doing it for the past few months and OHH my god it’s so scary but also i’m having crazy levels of fun and i probably would not be nearly as far along with it as i am bc i’ve seen you do the same thing. it’s really cool to me !! um so i’m Being Brave and sending you a little appreciation ask off anon bc it is 2 in the morning so i do not have the energy to be scared !!! and also i think it’s really really good to celebrate being authentic in our interests and such :3 so thank you <33

to include something on-theme with the blog um um i !!! am also a big nagito komaeda fan !! he’s my favorite little guy !! hajime too but in an “ough he’s just like me fr” way. i enjoy komaeda so much that i’m going to be playing him in my next dnd campaign and nobody knows it’s him except for my DM who is complicit in keeping it a secret from my party members >:] i want them to realize at some point mid-campaign i think it’d be really funny. also that same DM has made an npc who is secretly just izuru kamukura and i’m gonna get to have a romance arc!!! and i’m very excited about it :] MORAL OF THE STORY share your interests with your friends bc they’ll happily enable you lmao <3

ok that is all. have a nice day or night or afternoon \(//∇//)\

HELLO???? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HEARTWARMING THIS IS AHHHHAHA <33 I'm so touched by the fact I can make a positive impact I'm really happy to hear it. I think unlearning shame or just becoming less anxious with even small things like interests is one of the best things you can experience in life, or at least it has been for me. It's really relieving and being able to just simply enjoy things is an entire major reason to live for me. It's sort of funny I never really expected or intended on having audiences, other than Youtube because well yeah, but I get attention for being authentic and unapologetically myself which apparently I've been told is contagious LOL. It's just kind of how I am and to know people can be positively impacted by that is really nice. I've always been like this but now I have the words to express myself and the mentality to not feel much shame or anxiety over it, again, it's incredibly relieving. Anyways, mostly just being sentimental and saying thank you for sending a little appreciation thing haha! I have trouble understanding I can have an impact sometimes, it's definitely a snap back to reality when something undeniable confirming my presence happens Lol.

HELP IT'S REALLY FUNNY TO ME THAT I SOMEHOW ENDED UP JUST MAKING THIS THE NAGITO BLOG.... IT WASN'T EVEN PLANNED I JUST CAN'T CONTAIN MY THOUGHTS... but I mean, guess that just goes to show how much he IS my thoughts lol. Anyways, totally agree Hajime's definitely a "oh he's so me fr fr" type of character and GOD. GOD I WOULD DO THAT IF I PLAYED DND TOO HONESTLY.... LMAOO THE IDEA OF GETTING STARTLED BY NAGITO IS SO FUNNY... a Romance Arc sounds really cute too!! I hope you have fun with it, sounds like a great experience! Sharing interests with friends is wonderful, and overall I think if loved ones don't enable your interests that's like a red flag to me a bit.

[bowieandqueen11]

Dating Luther Hargreeves Would Include...

Request: Hello, lovely! I adore your blog and am so sorry to hear about the writer's block. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for dating Luther Hargreeves? I checked your masterlist and I don't believe you've done it before, but if I missed it, please disregard this. I'm sending all the positive thoughts your way! Thank you 💕

Thank you so much kind anon for the lovely words, and I actually cannot believe I haven’t written for space man before! He turned out to be my mum’s favourite in season 3 despite her love for Klaus, which is high praise indeed lmaoo

This is mainly going to cover season one and pre-season one, so if you’d like continuations for each season please do let me know!

This also took quite a while, and I’m nervous to be back aha so any feedback is much appreciated!!

(I do not own the Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @diegodaggers.)

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Kind of only half joking when I say Luther Hargreeves will only go out with you if you’ve been adopted by Reginald soz Luthie boy but you definitely have a type lmao.

The two of you definitely met for the first time at Griddy’s, when the two of you were around sixteen years old: you were sitting by the window of the corner booth, looking out at the sleeting rain as you worked on your literature assignment and waited for your adoptive mom Agnes to finish glazing donuts for the night. You were so heavily concentrated on furiously scribbling your notes that it took your brain a few seconds, and your eyes a few blinks, to realise that a shadow was looming over you. The stifled giggles of the kids you had noticed filling up their usual Friday night spots at the counter when you had wandered on alerted you to the fact that it was probably one of them sent over to make trouble. You were pleasantly surprised, however, to peer up and see the sweet blossom smile of a surprisingly tall boy holding a jam donut in his napkinned hand. 

‘Oh, that’s one of my favourites! Do you mind if I join you? I’ve had enough of being splattered with chocolate sprinkles for one night.’

He turns back slightly to roll his eyes at his siblings, still chattering over their cups of hot cocoa. You tried not to laugh when you spotted one of the boys - the one with his leg haphazardly thrown over the scowling kid’s chair - dunk a marshmallow out of the goop and ping it at said boy’s face. Luther turned back to you just in time to miss the scowling boy throw the last chunk of his donut as his brother’s yelping face with impeccable aim, his smile instead only growing tenfold again as you lifted your legs down from the other cushioned seat and allowed him to scoot in.

He placed his donut between the two of you, uncurling the edges of the napkin and bashfully beckoning at it as if he were inviting you to finish it. For the first time in his life, as he leant over the table with his fists under his hands and all the stars in the universe glowing brightly in his eyes as you talked, he didn’t give an ass about letting his father down. He was too fascinated, too enraptured by you: your openness, your kindness, the way your forehead crinkled and you dipped your head every time you were trying to get your giggles under control. Although he tried desperately not to make you uncomfortable as he followed your every word, he couldn’t help the way his eyes flicked down to your mouth every so often. One by one, the rest of siblings began milling out the door to make the treacherous journey through the storm and back home; Luther would just wave them off, never taking his eyes off of yours. He had found his port here, and for the first time in his life, under the mildew glow of the shop’s hanging lights, he felt normal.

He never wanted it to end.

You’d make a point of stopping by the barriers to their weird, cragged looking sprawl of a mansion if you caught wind that they had ventured into the city on a mission. Managing to butt your way to the front, you squeeze in between a very sweaty looking reporter holding out a microphone, and an incredibly hopeful kid dressed up in their uniform who loomed over the barricade. It took every inch of restraint not to bust out laughing at the leather mission outfit the first time you saw Luther step out in it, but the feeling quickly resided when you peered between a couple of heads and made eye contact with Luther. He seemed to light up immediately: it was almost as if he had been sitting in shadows and the warmth of the sunlight had finally flooded his face as he ran up to you. He immediately locked fingers with your own over the metal, rushing to ask if you were okay and if you were safe, despite being the one staring down the barrel of a gun only twenty minutes ago.

When his father finally tugged him off and snapped his cane at Luther’s heels like he was scolding an uncooperative hound, Luther still turned round to wave at you with each bound up the front door steps. Despite how fervently you were waving back, you didn’t fail to notice the way Allison flicked her hair and rolled her eyes as she walked past you, blocking your view of Luther.

Although he was never fully on board with breaking the rules, even if it was for his ‘soulmate’ as he had so eloquently told Diego (to a fit of snorting laughter), he could live with pretending that you had just magically appeared in the Academy. To try and prove he wasn’t such a love-hating ass, Diego used to haul you up the fire escape and through Klaus’ room, who would smoke a cigarette out his window to keep watch. When you finally reach Luther’s room (after having to quite literally claw Klaus off you as he tried his best to convince you to let him give you a makeover before you ‘go to meet loverboy’), Luther tries his best (bless him) to ‘woo you’ in the way normal teenagers would, should be able to. Sometimes that means he pushes his wardrobe in front of his door to stop his father from coming in, and listening to records (and having to watch his god awful dancing). Although that usually turns into dance parties, with the two of you jumping around the room, Luther grabbing your arms and spinning you around him until it’s interrupted by Klaus and his feather boa landing in the middle of the two of you.

Neither of you have managed to figure out how he got through the door. Luther thinks he can walk through walls, while you swear from the bangs and whimpering noises you can hear from the pipes sometimes that he crawls through the vents to escape the Academy. 

One time, one special time, as soon as you had knocked on his bedroom door Luther had come bounding out. He pressed his long fingers over your eyes and turned your body back round, letting you lean back and rest against his torso as he led you gently up a few flight of stairs. Once you feel a bite of frost scratch at your nose, you finally realise you’re on the roof. With a buoyant ‘voila’ he lifted his hands, allowing you full view of the few wobbly blankets he had stolen from Allison and pitched up in a makeshift fort. Decked out with a few stringed fairy lights, and some sofa pillows, he found himself letting a sigh of relief he didn’t realise he had been holding in when you smiled and clambered into it. As you settled yourself down, it took you a moment to realise that Luther was holding something else in his hand - except for the soda cans he had bartered with Klaus to get. 

You can feel his knee shake and bump where its resting next to yours as he opens up the velvet box and reveals the heart necklace inside, adorned with yours and his initials. His fingers tremble against your pulse point as he clasps it behind your back with a grateful thank you. He swears, as you fiddle with the locket and promise him that you’ll wear it forever, a wave of euphoria washes over him so overwhelmingly that he could fly if he dared to move.

That night is the first time Luther Hargreeves kisses you. For a while, the two of you muddle your way into a clumsy, adolescent kind of affinity. A new kind of understanding, as you manoeuvre yourselves till your lying side by side; his arm is strewn over his stomach, his head resting against the side of yours as he strains his eyes to keep looking over at you. Like, okay, we’ve been lost and confused for a while, but suddenly while I’m with you the strewn fragments of my life suddenly begin to make sense. With tranquillity washing over every relaxed muscle in his body, it takes Luther all of five seconds to decide to interrupt your speaking by hitching up on his elbow and swooping down towards you. For a second, his eyes widen in horror as if he’s finally realised that he’s about to kiss you, and you may run away in revulsion and refuse to ever see him again. With his heart in his throat, he pauses for a second as his nose brushes over the tip of yours, weighing up his decision. The overriding ‘yes, yes, yes’ in his head wins, and he closes his eyes and trusts himself to gently lean down and press his lips tenderly against yours. He’s so soft, so fragile as he pulls back; worry lines his eyes, as if he’s afraid that even with such a delicate pressure his strength has hurt you. It’s only when you tug the lapels of his jacket and let him fall on top of you in a crushing hug that he gets the message that its okay.

And it is. And it will be. Even during the harder days, when seeing you wear that necklace is the only thing that can bring Luther some form of comfort. All those years later, when the two of you have finally grown up - and yet you’re the only one who seems to be well adjusted to living in the real world. The days when you finally have your own flat, your own job, a solid life, and yet you can’t help but still sneak in to see Luther, absolutely devastated that he won’t allow himself to live. But then the accident happens, and he wakes up... and everything feels different, for a while. Still lying on the operating table, you’re thankful for the supportive touch of Grace’s hand on your shoulder as she closes the doors behind her, allowing the two of you the privacy and intimacy you had fought your lives so hard for. You’re roused from where you’re resting, bleary eyed, against his thigh by the slight twitch of his fingers against the side of your locket. At first, you’re confused. But then those same fingers come reaching for your face, and you jump up a few seconds after you feel the back of his cracked knuckles brush against your chin. Even through the veil of tiredness and pain, it breaks your heart to see the concern in those kind eyes as he watches you as intently as he can. You just shake your head and laugh out a sob as you brush over his overgrowing stubble.

Before he’s sent off to the moon, you’re the only person Luther will unlock his bedroom door to see. He spends most of his days with the door barred once more, even asking Grace to leave his breakfasts and dinners outside by the frame. The two of you mainly spend your remaining time together trying your best to huddle up together in his now too small bed: you cradling his head into your chest, and him trying his best to hug you like he used to and letting the wracking sobs overcome him.

When he finally does go, recording video messages about how much he ‘thinks about you constantly’ and ‘loves you more than the whole world’ and how ‘despite how important the mission is for humanity, I’m still counting down the days until I can see you again’ are the only things keeping him sane. That, and the picture of you he strokes his pointer finger against every night before he tries to fall into a restless sleep: the one he made Ben take during your second meeting at Griddy’s. You’re laughing because Luther had just smushed cream into your face, while he has an arm thrown around your shoulder and is too busy smiling down at you to even realise the picture had been taken yet. It’s the only object he owns that he actually cares about, and so he keeps it tucked safely in his breast pocket. 

My man is straight up heartbroken about his father’s death. The one thing that seems to bring him back round is karaoke! You scrounge up and save for a while so you can surprise him at his return with a brand new machine for his room (he only spots it once he’s bear hugged you and spun you around the room, his head buried so deeply against your neck as he breathes you again that he nearly doesn’t see it at all.) You’re thankful that no one else has arrived at the mansion yet, and he’s thankful that he can finally sing without anyone poking fun at him as the two of you spend the night duetting ‘You’re the One that I Want’. When the song ends, he tugs you into his side and dips his chin onto the top of your head, feeling calm and serene and loved for the first time in four years. 

That feeling of peace sadly ends early the next morning when his siblings begin parading back home for the funeral. Suddenly it’s like old times again; they’re all polite to Luther, perhaps a little awkward at the change of him, but they’re all more than glad to see you again. You can tell from the slightly lingering and tight hug Diego leans down to give you, or the way Klaus throws his arms up in the air and squeals when he spots you, before coming and jumping into your arms. Thankfully Luther was lingering behind you and was able to catch the two of you before you skid across the floor. Although he rolled his eyes as he placed Klaus’ feet back onto the floorboards, it’s sweet to know that in some form, his siblings do care. It’s even more obvious by the way they side eye each other each time you grab Luther’s arm to pull him away from a brewing argument with his brother, or when you manage to squidge yourself between him and Diego when you notice them punching a little too close to Ben’s statue for your liking. They’re grateful, in their own ways, to know that the brother they left behind wasn’t alone after all. 

You’ve discovered that the way to bring him back round to himself if he gets all huffy and grumpy is to press kisses all over his face. He kind of paws his hands up as if he’s about to push you off, but he’s peached like a flustered puppy whenever you stop. It doesn’t take long for the pout to come out and for him to grip your wrist and pull you back towards him for a smiling kiss.

Although you tried to be as supportive as you could during his investigation into his father’s monocle... trying to be there for Luther when he discovers that his whole life has been a lie and his dad never really cared about him was rough. He didn’t mean to be so extreme, or so harsh with you, but he pushed everyone away with a heartbroken anger that made you shake with a fury against his family you didn’t think you could feel. You managed to track him down, by the sound of weeping behind the door, to one of the unused bathrooms on the third floor. After a lot of convincing, and some minor threatening, you roped a very frantic looking Diego into picking the door for you. It was hard to swallow your sigh when the door flung open onto the sad scene of Luther trying his best with his clunky limbs to press his knees against his chest. He was just sitting on the floor, cradling himself and crying. You spent a long time that day just sitting down next to him, resting your shin against his like when you were kids to bring him some familiarity, and holding your hand out. You knew that when his hurt, and when his pride had lessened, he would be able to take it. The world seemed so upside down, so different now, but Luther Hargreeves folded into you all the same, collapsing into your side as if you were the only thing the right side up. You try your best to crawl into the side of his coat, and the two of you spend the next couple of hours staying cuddled up against the wall, just holding each other.

Eventually, once a lavender dusk begins to dust over the windowpanes and melts across the tiles, you manage to get Luther out to get some fresh air for a bit. You didn’t go too far considering his current bloodshot eyed-state, but it still broke your heart to realise, as he looked around at the trees and spewing fountains with such wonder, that it was probably the furthest he had been from the house since before the accident. You stop by a bench, thinking the two of you could sit under the milky moonlight for a while before returning to the mayhem, but he surprises you by offering you his hand. With a sorrowful smile, you take it, and allow him to lead your feet on top of his shoes. With the truest smile he’s felt since he left the moon gracing his face at the sight of you tucked up against his chest, he puts his arms tightly around your waist and begins to hum an old love song: one he had listened to on repeat for a whole week after he had first met you, that was now probably collecting dust among the rest of his childhood records. As you slow dance around the pavement, the two of you revel in the knowledge that the world could explode right now, and you would both be content knowing you would go from this world safe in each other’s arms.