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bahrtofane · 4 months

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Jude misses his spanish class, and that somehow ends with the both of you stuck in a dark elevator, legs tangled and annoying each other till help comes

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Watch it - ur trapped in an elevator with jude, lights go out, you accidentally sock him, fluff tho hehehe

a/n - shout out to my bff best plooki for sending me the last jude pic, its what inspired this whole thing. nmout 3lik kho

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Jude is late to spanish class (again) so he's forced to sit for the staff ones instead. his mom will kill him if he misses any more, and his teammates will only tease him more. With the amount of promotional content and youtube videos he has to film soon, he literally doesn’t have the time to skip another class.

The only open seat is by you in the far corner, so he slides in as discreetly as he can. Which turns out isn’t all that discrete when all eyes are on him from the moment he steps into the room but it’s whatever. He'll live.

He pulls out his ipad and takes notes like the good student he is and pretends not to notice your gaze on him. He sits like such a teenage boy, legs spread and arms dangling over the table.

You haven’t been with Madrid all that long, you came along as an intern, eager to find your footing. Having one of the players all up next to you during class was not something you saw coming, you’ve met maybe one or two of them, after you got lost and ended up in the training facilities and they so graciously led the way out of the maze.

You’ve honestly been so busy with just getting settled you completely forgot the players existed. And here Jude is.

You stick your head back to your notes and hunker down for the hour left of spanish. You don't miss his stray gazes that land on you.

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Jude is a quiet guy you learn. He chews his bottom lip and blinks a little harshly at times. He's a pretty standard run of the mill guy and you try to treat him as such. He leaves you be, letting you have your space and pays attention to whatever the professor is saying in favor of talking to anyone.

When class is over you gather your things, slipping out from behind him and head to the elevator. Why the class is on the top floor you have yet to figure out. You like this elevator anyway, it's down the hall from the main big one that everyone crowds into, usually empty. Even though it lacks the big windows that overlook the pitches.

You see Jude jog to the elevator, you slide your hand out ,holding the doors open for him and he smiles at you in thanks, you smile back. It's silent save the hum of the elevator moving down.

Until it screeches to a halt, jolting the both of you so fast you land on the floor, legs tangled, things strewn all over the floor. Jude looks away while he picks himself up, helping track down your pens that roll across the floor. When you smooth your clothes down and find your footing, another jolt rocks the small metal box you're in.

Jude instinctively reaches out to steady himself, his hand landing on the railing beside you. You lurch forward and almost land right on him again. But you manage to keep your composure, and footing. Thank god.

"What in the world?" Jude asks, brows furrowing.

"I... I'm not sure," you reply, your heart still racing from the amusement park ride you never signed up for. Does Madrid not keep their elevators up to date on what is going on.

You both glance around the elevator, trying to assess the situation, and half waiting for another lurch. It's eerily quiet, and you notice the emergency button panel is dimly lit.

"Should we... press the emergency button?" you suggest tentatively, eyeing the panel.

"Probably our best bet" Jude agrees, reaching out to press the button. After a moment, a crackly voice comes through the intercom,

"Hello? Is someone in need of assistance?" a nasally voice comes to life. She sounds like your aunt kinda.

"Yeah, the elevator stopped suddenly, and we're not sure what's going on," Jude explains.

“Ah okay, which elevator? There should be a number and letter over the doors.”

“2C.” you real aloud.

"Perfect thank you. We’ll have people get to you as soon as we can. Please remain calm and stay where you are," the voice responds before the intercom falls silent again.

You exchange a look with Jude, both of you silently hoping that help arrives soon. The minutes tick by slowly, and the silence in the elevator becomes almost suffocating.

"So... Do you have any plans for after this?" Jude asks, breaking the silence. Even if its a little awkward.

You shake your head, grateful for the distraction. "Not really. Just some studying, I guess. What about you?"

Jude shrugs. "Probably just head back to my place if they don't need me. Training was pretty intense this morning."

You nod, "Sounds hectic."

"Yeah, it can be," Jude admits, scratching the back of his neck. "But it comes with the territory, I guess.

You fall into a silence again, playing with the hem of your shirt. Jude tucks his ipad under his arm and sighs deeply. Now that you take a good look at him, it looks like he booked it right from training. Slides and socks on, madrid shirt and shorts. Interesting.

You move to push the button again after what feels like ages, but this time the voice doesn't answer.

“What the..” you mumble. You reach for your phone but as luck would have it there is no connection.

Jude slides to the floor, sitting criss-cross applesauce and trying his luck on his phone.

“No signal either huh.” he grumbles.

“Nope, we really just have to wait on them then.”

“I hope they hurry it up, no offense.”

You shrug, ”none taken.” sliding to take a seat on the floor opposite to him.

Little do you know you're about to spend the next 4 hours in this elevator together.

—-

It turns out there is only so much small talk you can make in an hour with a total stranger. Trust, you know.

After telling your life story, and him his, you’ve both run out of things to say. So you sit, drumming against the metal walls, taking turns pressing the help button and being greeted with the sweet sound of silence each time.

“What the actual hell are they doing.” Jude groans.

“Ignoring us.”

You just might lose your mind. Your legs are starting to go numb, and you watch Jude grow more agitated as time presses on. Thankfully there's been no more lurches downward, a win is a win. You get up periodically to stretch your legs out, checking your phone, reorganizing your bag, playing rock paper scissors, telling each other stories.

Jude is a silly guy, very competitive even after your 10th round of tic tac toe.

“I win again.” He cackles.

You wave him off, “Yeah yeah it’s just luck.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” he smiles.

He goes back to the red button, and once again there’s no answer. You’re half way to losing your mind. How do they just forget about you here? You try texting people, and nothing goes through. Jude walks around the little space, arm raised and pointing his phone up in hopes of catching a signal.

“Oh wait I think- never mind. Not even one bar will hold in here.” He slumps back down against the wall.

“I actually can’t believe they’re not answering.” You groan, head in your hands.

“Me neither. “

You resort to looking through your phone for any games to pass the time. But you need a signal for just about all of them. Might as well clear out your photos right? Jude joins, scooting next to you.

“Don't mind if I watch?”

You shake you head, “nah, just getting rid of old pictures.”

He nods.

Now you just have to be triple careful of not accidentally swiping through any embarrassing pictures. You don't thankfully, instead your room back home pops up, after you redecorated it. Zidane jersey hanging off your wall.

Jude perks up at this, “Zidane fan?”

“Very big one.”

He smiles, “me too.”

“I've heard. What's he like?”

“Zidane? Hm, he's well, elegant. Classy. He's a calm guy.”

You nod, tucking your phone back inside your pocket, turning to face him, “have you seen him play in a charity match with ronaldo?”

He laughs ,”yeah the one with that insane title, fat old ronaldo does hat trick.”

You giggle, “that's the one.”

He hums, leaning his head back on the wall and you fall into silence again.

More time passes and you don’t think you have it in you to reorganize your bag for another time.

“I have an idea.” you declare as you move into the second hour.

Jude raises a brow.

“Might as well do our Spanish homework right?”

“I might die.” he dead pans.

You roll your eyes, “its better than doing nothing.”

“Nu uh, no way. I choose nothing.”

“Suit yourself,” you shrug.

10 minutes later Jude sits down next to, pulling his ipad out and getting to work. You smile, “see, I told you.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, “can you help me on number 4?”

You do, leaning against him and walking him through the conjugation of each word, your fingers brush against the iPad screen and you hope he doesn't notice how you blush.

Hours in an elevator with Jude bellingham what is this a bad fanfic plot?

You end up finish the pages of homework side by side and Jude smiles

“That wasn't half bad actually, thanks for the help.”

“No problem. We make a pretty good team huh?” you tease.

He snorts, “I guess so.”

It turns out Jude is really bad at staying in once place, he does anything but keep still, throwing his slides at the buttons periodically, and one even hits the help button, this time the voice answers.

“Hello?” it's a completely different voice his time, male.

“Thank god hello.” Jude scrambles to get up properly, and you follow suit, leaning closer to the little speaker.

“I'm sorry?”

“We've been in this elevator for what, 2 hours now and no ones been answering the call button? Fucking ridiculous.”

“I apologize for the inconvenience, we've been short staffed and I clocked in a few minutes ago.”

“For fucks sake, thats great and all but can you get us out?”

There's a pause, and for a second you think they're going to hang up and there will be no hope. You will die in this elevator.

Luckily for you the voice comes to life again, “would you like us to call the fire department?”

“What do you think?” Jude dead pans.

“We will keep you updated, but for now it's looking like a wait time of 45 minutes to an hour. “

Both of you groan, dramatically falling to the floor.

“You'd think Madrid would have better staffing,” he rubs his eyes.

“You think.” you agree.

“Im so gonna complain about this.” he squints his eyes at the buttons, almost like he's threatening them.

“Hey it could be worse, you could have missed a game.”

“Very true.”

He chews his lip before turning to you, a glint in his eyes, “Wanna play hot hands?” he tries.

“Sure why not.”

You shuffle so you're facing him once again, You're up first, palms up while Jude hovers his hands palm down over yours, and wow are his hands huge, completely covering your own. The name of the game is to manage to slap his hands faster than he can move them away.

And so it begins.

Unsurprisingly, Jude has keen reflexes, and you only shake your head at him.

“I'm at an unfair disadvantage, whereas VAR.”

He giggles, “VAR or no var, you're losing,” he shrugs.

It's just enough of a distraction to get you your first win.

“Lets gooo.” you celebrate.

“VAR immediately, time wasting, yellow card, red card, extra time.”

You smile, “you're just mad I won.”

“Yeah you won unfairly. “He sulks.

“Yeah yeah, your turn.”

He sighs dramatically, but puts his palms up regardless.

You're too focused on his hands, skittering at any movement, so much so you end up jumping and throwing your hands out so fast you slap him. Uh oh.

“Oh my god i'm so sorry, are you okay.” you reach out and cradle his face, a little red but nothing too bad thank god. You almost took out Madrid's star boy, you're just an intern, you do NOT have the money to fund any legal cases.

You don't even notice he's laughing, giggles bursting from his lips while you watch on. His eyes are big, oh my god, he's got those big brown beautiful eyes. People weren't kidding. He's even more handsome in person. You want to kiss him. Oh yeah you're holding his face, you drop your hands away and roll your eyes, trying to play off the blush that's spanning your face.

“I'm fine, don't worry. You got a mean arm, ever think of being a goalie?” he teases.

“I'm going to be Barcas goalie. How about that.” you shoot back, though there's no real bite to your words.

He only laughs harder, “hot hands really makes you competitive huh.”

“It wasn't my fault okay, you moved too fast.”

He only shakes his head, “I think you're the sore loser.”

“No but seriously, are you good?”

He waves you off, “nah i'm good seriously, you're fine.”

You sigh in relief.

He snorts, “no more hot hands for you.”

You squint at him, “I'm going to sleep.”

You make a pillow out of your bag and try to nap. Might as well at this point. Jude seems to share a similar idea as he lays down opposite to you, tucking his arms under him and screwing his eyes shut.

It turns out sleeping on the floor on an elevator is extremely uncomfortable, and you get about 5 minutes of shut eye before Jude somehow has his legs rolled into yours.

“ ‘M Sorry,” he mumbles. But you don't say anything, wiggling your feet back under his and trying to get some shut eye.

—--

At the turning of the third hour you get woken up by the crackle of the magic voice in the wall, “the wait is up about an hour to an hour and a half.”

“What's taking so long,” you huff, eyes still blurry from your sleep.

“We apologize for the delay but there's a back up in call logs and-”

“Yeah we get it you're understaffed whatever. Just please hurry up.” Jude bites back, nearing closer and closer to you.

The voice fizzles away and the sleep has worn off you, enough so to realize he's almost spooning you. You sit up, but Jude remains as he is, breathing soundly as he uses his hands to cover the harsh elevator lights that beat down on him. You're surprised the lights haven't-

You spoke too soon. Way way too soon. The lights go out within an instant and you almost scream, jolting against Jude.

This stirs him awake again, and he's oh so confused at the lack of lights. The secondary elevators are great, but there are no windows. Just solid metal on all ends. Leaving the two of you in complete darkness.

“Jude?’

You hear shuffling, “Yeah, I'm right here don't worry. “

“This is kinda freaky now.” you trail off.

“Hey, we'll be fine. Look on the bright side, it's easier to sleep.”

You snort, “Yeah guess so,” But the ease doesn't wear off of you.

“Here,” you feel Jude’s hands reach for yours. Feeling for them in the darkness till they're laced together. “Now it's not so bad right?”

You can feel your face heat up,“Not bad at all.”

“How sick would hot hands in the dark be? Just think-”

“Absolutely not.” you sigh.

He giggles again, teasing you is surprisingly very very fun for him. This is the most fun he's had all day. Every time you turn away while you blush only fuels him to tease you more. Out of all the people to be stuck in here with, he thinks he got pretty lucky with it being you.

But as sweet as you are, the situation only seems to get worse. He uses his free hand to feel for the button again, and the voice comes back.

“The lights just went off. I hope they're on their way.“ Jude speaks.

“The wait is about an hour.” the speaker says.

“My fucking god.” he sighs.

“Were supposed to wait in the dark, for an hour?” you can't believe it.

The voice mumbles another apology and Jude only tells them to go away if they’re going to be completely and utterly useless. And alone you two go.

—-

You start singing by the fourth hour. You're completely tangled in Jude’s legs, unable to even see what's in front of you in the pitch black darkness, but you can feel him. And it keeps you grounded, keeps away the panic. He pats your back while he sings stupid songs, trying to cheer you up and mind off of the situation as much as he can. The teasing doesn't stop, and you're starting to like it. (You liked it from the beginning).

If someone told you you'd be cuddling Jude Bellingham on the floor of an elevator in the darkness after class, you're pretty sure you'd call the nearest psych ward. But here you are. You think you’re sitting sideways on his lap, while he sits back to the wall, your arms tangled. You've started to trace shapes on his arms.

Who knew an elevator would be the perfect place to bond.

“You smell nice.” Jude mumbles into the crook of your neck.

You hum,” thank you.”

“You know, this is pretty nice. You're a good cuddler.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. my rooms a better spot though.”

You try not to freeze up too much, but you're sure he can feel you go rigid next to him.

“I bet it is,” you mumble into his shoulder

He laughs, easy and light, “You’re pretty cute too.”

“You cant even see me it's literally pitch black in here.”

“So?”

“You're silly Jude.”

“So i've been told”

You get comfy again, sliding a hand to his back and scratching lightly.

He melts within an instant, “that actually feels really nice…” he trails off, leaning against your shoulder.

“You’re like an overgrown puppy, “ you laugh.

He only snorts, leaning forward to allow you better access to his back.

—--

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the voice comes to life, and Jude is not in the mood.

“What is it?”

“The wait is now 10 to 15 minutes, please step back from the doors and do not be alarmed when the fire department needs to possibly force the doors open.”

“Finally.” You sigh, squishing your face into his neck.

“Finally.” He confirms.

After a few minutes. You hear the sound of footsteps outside the elevator and voices chattering.

“Alright guys, sit tight, should be a few minutes and you’ll be outta here.” A voice says on the other end.

“Alright.” Jude replies, gently getting up and separating from you.

“We’re gonna need you guys to step back.”

You do as much, trying to feel for your bag to kick it away from the door.

Jude rests a hand on your hip and you smile, even if you can't see it you bet he's doing the same.

The doors are manually pried open, and you're greeted by the sweet sweet faces of firemen and security.

"Are you two okay?" the fireman asks, helping you both out of the elevator.

"Yeah, we're fine. Just glad to be out of there," you say with a sigh of relief.

As you step out into the hallway, you and Jude exchange grateful smiles. Unsurprisingly people crowd to him and make sure he's all good. He waves them off instead pointing them in your direction. You insist you're all good, no injuries. After thanking everyone you slip away and begin walking down the hall. After all, you don't expect him to actually mean anything there. You just got stuck together for a while, and got comfortable. That's all.

You think this is the 4th floor? Down the stairs you go.

The man is full of surprises. He catches up to you, shouting your name and closing the door to the stairs behind him.

“Had enough of me?”

“Eh four hours seems like enough.” you shrug.

He rolls his eyes, “so you don't give me your number then if i ask?”

“Only if you ask nicely. And I don't even have a Spanish number yet, I'll have to get yours.”

(you want his number sooo bad you might explode, this can't be real.)

“Would you like to get my number then?” he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly shy, ‘only if you want you know you don't have to just because the whole elevator thing i mean-”

You cut him off with a kiss to the check, “I'd love to get your number Jude. And thanks for being so nice in there.”

He looks to the ground, playing with his hands, “yeah anytime.”

You hand him your phone and he takes a contact picture right there, with the most obnoxious contact name to match.

‘the best elevator buddy Jude <3’

You smile, “I'll text you when I can, yeah?”

He hums, waving you off, slipping the door open with his foot and setting off in the opposite direction. What a day huh?

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teddybeartoji · 3 months

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suggestive; gn!reader

thinking about helping oikawa stretch after practice.

he's all sweaty and musty and he's clinging to you, asking – no, absolutely begging you with his pretty brown eyes, for you to help him. and obviously you can't say no to him, so that's how you find yourself in this position – he's on his back, scruntching his eyebrows as you press his knees up to his chest. his flexible body begs for you to angle your own hips against his in order to properly give him the stretch he needs. his cheeks are tinted pink and his bottom lip is caught in between his teeth and it's really hard to not get any ideas. it's wrong – you know it is! this is your good friend and you're just helping him and there's nothing weird about this position and—

a loud moan rips from his lips and your eyes almost fall out of your head as warmth creeps up your neck. he doesn't even say anything about it, he just grabs onto your wrists to make sure you don't pull away.

"d-don't!" you stammer when a quieter but no less lewd noise escapes him. you feel your hands get clammy as your fingers sink into his calves.

oikawa cracks his one eye open to ask what the problem is. he doesn't see what's wrong in the slightest. his brown hair is splayed on the floor like a masterpiece with some of the strands sticking to his forehead and nobody should be allowed to look this good after a rough practice.

"don't make those sounds..." you whisper as you lean more into him when you feel the resistance in his body falter.

"wha– ahh...t sounds?" his eyes shut again and he sucks in a breath, puffing out his reddened cheeks. his knees fall more to his sides, opening up the space between them and you move closer on instinct.

"tho- those ones, idiot! you're making it weird!"

your hips are now completely flush against his and he lets out another pained whine. taking one of your hands from his calf, you place it on top of his mouth instead and his eyes shoot open in an instant.

he didn't even think about this position like that, genuinely oblivious to the suggestiveness of it. the stretch in the backs of his thighs feels good but you on top of him feels even better. your body feels warm against his and his eyes flick down to where you're connected. at that you try to pull away, afraid that now you've made it weird but he stops you.

"c'mon.. don't go." his hands wrap around your biceps as his eyes burn into your avoidant ones. "you have to help me with the next one too."

blinking down at him, you gulp, unable to refuse him. oikawa twists under you, barely taking his eyes off of you as he straightens out his one leg and folds the other up and to the side.

this position is no less suggestive than the last one – it still requires you to press up right against him to help him out. his fingers grasp at your sleeve to break you from your haze and you shuffle closer again.

bodies glued together, your hands dig into his thigh as you try to not focus on your friends face. nor the proximity. from behind you, you hear a row of snickers – without turning around, you know his teammates are making fun of you for falling into their captains alleged trap.

"see, this isn't so bad..." oikawa's soft flesh is back between his teeth as he forces his body to relax under you. you quietly glare at him, just hoping he won't say or do anything weird anything, hoping that he'll let you just leave and breathe for a moment—

"h-harder."

...

you press your eyes shut as your body threatens to overheat. putting almost all of your bodyweight onto his, you watch his eyes roll back inside his skull and you hold back a flustered groan. why is he like this?

slowly peeking from underneath your eyelashes, his scrunched up face almost kills you and it's hard to keep your thoughts at bay – they just come flooding in and you feel like a terrible friend. he's like this with everyone, so why are you even thinking about it? you are the one who's making it weird and you should stop.

"hey! no more fooling around! we gotta lock up, so move your asses!" iwaizumi breaks your pervy little bubble and you find oikawa staring right back at you. his cheeks are still pink even though the practice ended a good while ago. he gives you one of his big bright smiles as he moves his leg from his body to your other side, leaving you kneeling right between his thighs.

"thanks for that!" his voice betrays nothing about what he really feels in this moment, about what he feels in his lower abdomen. he pushes himself up and before he goes to leave for the changing room, he looks down at you and boops your nose with a laugh.

you stay glued to your spot for a good moment, iwaizumi's loud voice being the thing to tear you from the floor. you stumble to grab the remaining bottles and towels from the floor and make for the exit, letting the man close up behind you.

you mutter a quiet goodbye to him and hurry off, telling him that you have some other stuff to attend to. he doesn't question it – he's fully aware of the effect oikawa can have on a person. and on their body.

+ inspired by this iwaoi art on twt!!!!! i thought it was so funny n cute so i had to write something for it!!!!

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a-hazbin-reader · 4 months

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

❌️Romantic

✅️Platonic

TW: Alastor's craziness

Description: Alastor having to deal with Child!Reader and what their relationship is like

Alastor is somehow the best with children while simultaneously being the fucking worst

Sure he can entertain them easily, knows all the right things to say and think of fun games to keep them occupied

He can make them good food to eat, supply them with the proper clothes and protection

He'll even play along with all your little antics, act as your partner in crime

Knows how to make you smile after something has upset you, giving small head pats and singing you a song

Lil song and dance number

"You're never fully dressed~ Without a smile~"

Let's you in on his super duper big plans but you can't tell anybody or else it'll ruin the surprise

But he has no idea what a child actually needs in order to thrive

His idea of games are often just tossing you somewhere dangerous or letting you play on a death trap while he lazily watches you

Often times he forgets to feed you and when you inevitably complain of being hungry he tries to feed you the nearest sucker around

Alastor kids do NOT eat ppl

Cannibal children do

Okay well ppl meat doesn't have enough nutrients for a child

Fine

Puts you in clothes that will embarrass you to tears with how old and dorky they are

"Well it was in style when I was a kid!"

And he more than likely will traumatize you with his idea of 'protection', as if his demon form wasn't terrifying to normal adults

To top it all off...Alastor can probably only handle you in short bursts then pawns you off on someone else

It's nothing personal

You're just needy and grabby and loud and you're prone to tears and-

Well, children are just that way by design

So it's nothing personal

But he does have a soft spot for you and spoils you a little more than he would the average child

Gives you anything you ask for no matter if it's bad for you or if someone else already told you no

"Alastor! Can I have a cookie?"

"Of course my dear~"

"Uh Al? Vaggie already told them no..."

"Two cookies then!"

Alastor finds qualities in you that could be nurtured and puts effort into helping you grow your gifts

If you get into trouble then he helps you skirt the rules of your punishment

And lands the both of you in a time out

"I can't believe you dragged me into your punishment!"

"Alastor, that was your idea!"

When you start trying to make deals with everyone around the hotel, he is so PROUD

Sniff "they grow up so fast"

Covers your ears whenever anybody curses around you but casually teaches you how to properly cook a finger

If you're dirty then he'll hold you away from him with his staff, sidestepping your grubby hands

"Oh dear~! Someone needs a bath~"

Leaves the hard work to everyone else but happily does all the funs parts of hanging out with a kid

You're probably his favorite kid in all of Hell tho

#alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #I strive to make every Alastor post #as chaotic and funny as possible #I want him giving headaches #dadastor #the worst papa #lucifer tho-#👀

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jakesangel · 10 days

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jake comforting you because of thunders -requested

dating jake while having some sort of fear mean having unconditional comfort and love coming from him. every time he hears thunder or heaving pouring, he will always text you making sure that you are okay telling you to stay on your bed listening to music loud enough to not hear the storm. he will never let you on your own knowing that you aren't okay and he would always do his best to be there for you.

so if he is free when the storm happens, he will come over to you as fast as possible,not wanting to leave you too munch alone, w items he knows will soothe you down. he'll bring your fav snacks, his laptop, his headphones and some of his clothes he was wearing a day ago. he knows that you're listening music just like he asked you so he knows that ringing or knowing at your door is useless. that's why he had asked your keys in the past, only using it for emergencies.

finding you on the bed, just like he told you to be, he would come in front of the bed, hands waving, him facing you as u couldn't hear him. you'd try to remove your own headphones, to greet him, but he wouldn't let you, knowing the thunder sound is a huge trigger. he'd come join you in the bed, wrapping his body to yours and stroke your body softly, specially in the places he knows you'd scratch out of fear, loving them and you. he would stay close to you, until it quiets down or until you fall asleep in his arms.

when it does quiet down, enough for him to leave your bed, he would prepare his infamous ramen along your fav snacks. he would then prepare the living room, w blankets n the food he just made, bringing his laptop and his headphones. he would come back, sitting on your bed and he'd take your headphones off. my baby, come here, he says, sitting you up, you're all okay, my pretty girl, he would then add, kissing your temple, keeping you close to him. i've made you food, let's go ?

he will place you on the sofa under the blankets before going to go kitchen getting the ramen and the snacks. but he wouldn't forget to put your comfort show n make you wear his better quality headphones. he'd eat faster than you so he can free his hands from his bowl, taking you in his arms he'd even trap you under his top leg, his two arms around your body, trying to not bothering you from eating tho. he wouldn't pay attention to the movie, but more to you, kissing you or hugging you tighter, trying to make you forget about the environment surrounding you.

if luckily, the storms stops, he will stay as affectionate as he was, finally giving you his clothes to wear after you'd take a shower. but if it doesn't, he'll help you with it. he would run you a bath,if you do have one, n help you w taking off your clothes, music loudly beating on the speaker. he would keep his clothes on, only wanting to take care of you. he would give you the softest hair massage, while humming along the song. he would also worship-kiss your face, telling you soft n comforting words my pretty baby, i'm all here you don't need to be scared or pretty pretty angel, the world is too harsh for you, words laced w nothing but adoration for you.

once done, he would patiently wait, for you to wear your his clothes, in the bathroom w you to help you w your night routine. he will keep telling you sweet words and kissing you, while putting on your face cream or helping you brush your teeth. he wouldn't stop being all over you and doing things for you until you would fall asleep, so your mind can turn off, ur anxiety too.

he will feel like his duties will be accomplished, once you've peacefully fallen asleep in his arms, he'd smile to himself seeing you so prettily sleeping, kissing you alseep.

notes : hai anon, here is yours request done earlier than expected ᵎ i truly hope it was better than what u imagined n i truly wish you find a jake to take care of you that way >< i tried to add the scratch part, i hope it's alright ᵎ please lemme kno what you think in the inbox <3

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @heeseungswifefr @stwrjvke @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring @pockettwinzz

#jake sim #sim jaeyun #jake soft hours #sim jake #sim jaeyun fluff #sim jake fluff #jaeyun fluff #jaeyun imagines #jake x y/n #jake sim x reader #jake fluff #jake x reader #jake headcanons #enhypen jake fluff #enhypen fluff #jake enhypen #enhypen #enha #enhypen fake texts

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ghouljams · 11 months

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Oh no not the viagra cigars

Fr tho increased libido? For out inexperienced witch? Please have mercy on her nooo

He's saving one of the cigars to use on the witch and it is just gonna dumby her to get hit with her own magic. She cannot handle Price and he loves it.

The air is heavy with smoke, you thoughts are swirling with it. Resinous and intoxicating. Tobacco and wild magic.

You drag your tongue up the fat heavy cock in front of you, eyes glassy and unfocused as you try to keep them locked on Price. His big hand cups the back of your hand, keeps you held close and panting against his cock. What is that in the air? You can just smell it under the tobacco, under the cold woodsy scent of the man in front of you.

High John the Conqueror, your brain churns, sluggish from the magic in the air.

Your eyes lid, head tipping to kiss the length of his cock as you grind your dripping cunt against his boot. He tastes like sweat and salt, and magic, like something powerful and unchanging. Your tongue traces every vein, lapping at the pre-cum that drools from the thick head. Your hands press against the wood floor, giving yourself an extra point of balance for your canting hips.

"Such a greedy little whore," Price lets smoke drip down towards you, "Don't look so innocent from here." His words simmer like fire in your stomach. Smoke filling your nose, making you wetter, making his cock harder and hotter against your tongue.

You open your mouth wide, stretching your lips around his cock, feeling his hand guiding you down his length as you suck. His magic swirls through your thoughts like the smoke in the air, clouds them, dampens inhibitions. But not shame, no you think he wants you to feel that. To know fully that you're on your knees, so desperate for him that you're willing to take anything he'll give you. Even if that's a cock down your throat and a boot against your cunt.

"All of it," Price tells you, his hand a steady weight, pushing you down his cock. You whine, swallowing as best you can, laving your tongue against the veins lining the underside of his shaft to try and slick the process. You try to pull back and find yourself trapped by his careful fingers. His fingers are so warm where they touch your scalp. Magic. He's pumping you full of some sort of magic as he eases you down his length.

You look up at him, whine around his cock stretching out your throat. He looks like a God staring down at you, uncaring but attentive, hazy but perfectly focused. He reshapes your throat to fit him, insistent on pushing you down until your nose presses against the coarse hair trailing his stomach.

The warmth from his magic fades, and you gag. Your eyes give wide, clouds around your mind clearing just enough. He was stopping your gag reflex. You try to breathe, try to swallow around the thick cock holding your throat open, try to push down the gag. Price hums, watching your brows furrow as you try to sort yourself out. You don't know how to do this, you don't know why he won't let you off.

"You have to learn witch," he tells you with a smile, tipping his head back to watch the smoke filling the room, hardly paying you any mind, "Such a good girl f'me, playin' like you dont love it."

You shiver, closing your eyes to try and focus on the knot in your stomach, and not on the knowledge that he's right.

#Nobody look at me I cannot explain myself #Literally couldn't stop thinking about this and had to write it somewhere #We're doing Price and his Darling so out of order but whatever #This is deeeeep in their relationship #there is no way that woman is letting him fuck any time soon #Fae!Price #the way he would hold off on fucking her properly until she literally begged him to #just to really make the tether stick #God he's so fucking mean I want him to make me worse #captain john price #captain price #john price x reader #john price #captain price cod #x reader #captain price smut

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sukunasweetheart · 8 months

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can i just say i love your fics SMMMM my serotonin boost fr!!! what do we think abt him with an s/o who has a lot of admirers 👁

THANK YOUU here is a treat 4 u <3

sorry i ended up doing too much and also going off-topic a bit oops

it ended up becoming modern au!sukuna 😭 forgive me (gender neutral reader)

sukuna is so used to being the one overshadowing the others - he's used to being the one admired, revered, respected, for his power and intelligence. it's safe to say he'd also be used to seeing people fight each other just for a lick of his attention - desiring for even just a glance from his way. so it's a given that he's not used to feelings of possessiveness or jealousy.

but now that he has you, someone who always has others admiring you from both closeby and afar, he's beginning to understand those petty sensations and thoughts. he's obviously never one to be insecure about your popularity, on most occasions, he even likes to make a show of it - he enjoys seeing them gnashing their teeth with envy as he flaunts his relationship with you in front of their faces - "see this? all mine," he seems to say, as he openly kisses you in public.

but when it catches him on a bad day, perhaps following a bad argument, he sees you with someone who is obviously interested in being more than just a friend to you (which you're not aware of, frustratingly so), and he starts feeling sick to his stomach. with everyone else who came before you, sukuna would simply tell them "don't like it? then leave," whenever they voiced complaints to him about their relationship... but now it's the opposite of what he wants. just the thought of you being with someone that isn't him gets his heart dropping to the ground, making him feel restless.

he knows he isn't the best at being soft. nor at using the kindest words when he gets heated. he'll always be more selfish than selfless, and he's not the most emotionally intelligent. it's unlike him to use words like 'i'm sorry' or 'i love you' so he's uneasy for the moment where you might find someone who'll be everything that he isn't amongst your sea of admirers, and that you'll leave him and never look back.

it's simply so humiliating, feeling this way... he's not sure what to do about it. you seem to be seriously upset this time around, and he knows brushing past it or glossing over it using his usual charm (which is a bad habit that he has) isn't going to work. you're not acknowledging him or responding to his texts properly or saying good morning or goodnight and it's driving him insane because he misses it... you're not looking at him. he's the one gazing at you, longingly.

sukuna will pin you down eventually, somewhere, somehow, and trap you so that you're not able to avoid him any longer. he'll drag you away from your stupid little crowd of spectators and talk to you in private, where'll spend ten minutes trying to apologise in a strange, roundabout and aggressive way because he knows it's his own damn fault. you know him, so you're able to recognise that he's trying to say sorry. your gaze is still elsewhere, looking off to the side instead of him. and that bothers him immensely.

"why won't you look at me?" god, he sounds so sad and pathetic.

truth is, sukuna now simply withers out and dies a little without your attention. what can he do to have that spotlight upon him once again? why are your eyes on anybody, anything, that isn't him? pay attention to me, and me only.

when you finally spare him a glance, he feels like breathing again. and he'll fight tooth and nail to keep that gaze of yours on him. fuck your insignificant and measly admirers. he's all you need, and sukuna's going to make sure of it. (he'll compromise for you, if he has to.)

he's definitely overstimming you in bed that night, in order to catch up on all the lost pride and attention that you'd deprived him of.

tagging; @gojos-thot-patrol <3 hope its to your liking.. even tho its not as angsty as i originally intended it to be haha

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#he's basically like a cat meowing at you for attention #sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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thesmpisonfire · 7 months

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We didn't had the celltw confrontation but what we got from both sides today is making me fucking insane

Because the thing is. Pac is smart and resourceful. If he actually wanted it, he could've made Ilha Chume Labs be a fortress. He could have reinforced all the warehouse. But he didn't. He went with small little things like a password protected door, a practically harmless lava trap, a big wall, and posters to ward the monster away. Magical thinking just to keep himself calmer and from spiralling even MORE. All things that are easy to trespass as we saw with Roier. And as he put up the posters, he said it "I know Cell. He won't disrespect the poster. He wouldn't break this rule". Pac meant it as a boundary. And he was right

Since the start, Pac had been juggling trying to understand how he felt knowing the monster was back. At first he got so confused and upset because that made no sense. Cellbit promised him. But then he spent a weekend without sleep and then monday entirely alone. He just spiraled and spiraled but still. He held himself with a silver of hope. He trusted Cellbit enough to know he'd never cross that clear limit. He trusted Cellbit was still there somewhere. And he was right

He separates Cell and Cellbit for his own sanity but he loves and trusts the current Cellbit so much he knows even in his panic that he has no need to actually guard it all up and isolate himself. And then as soon as he wasn't alone anymore and he thought clearly once again, it all came down. With the reassurance of Bagi and Fit to be with him, with the comfort of Roier being family, Pac could come in terms that yes. He's so fucking terrified. But that's still his family. He'll still go ans help Cellbit. He trusted the letter Cellbit left him and he took down the poster from the main warehouse building and added Roier in the allowlist

And fuck. Cellbit himself. Arriving at the island, seeing the posters, and only saying "fair". Cellbit knows Pac must be terrified of him, and wants to stay as distant as he needs to be safe. More than that, Cellbit can see its not "Prohibited Cellbit", its "Prohibited Cell". He knows how much he hurts Pac and he won't hurt him more by breaking that boundary that was set. It doesn't mean it didn't hurt him tho. Yeah he laughed a bit at the silliness but then he let it fall. He just stared and quietly backed away. Slowly. Making stops to look at the wall Pac built. He caused that. He made Pac panic. And then he leaves, respecting Pac's fear and limits

It's so simple, yet so effective to see how much they trust, love and care for each other. I love them so much

#qsmp #pactw #cellbit #character analysis

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graves4girls · 8 months

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Headcanons for Johnny eating reader out?? (I honestly didn't know how to say that)

anyways I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT *ahem* your post about Johnnys nose🥰

☆ 18+ cunnilingus headcanons | johnny cage

✮ wc. 1.2k ⚠︎ warning(s): cunnilingus, fellatio, fem!reader woohoo first nsfw johnny fic (kinda) !! fr tho i need this man so bad it's insane it’s currently 4 am i’m so normal about him

Overall, one of his favorite activities. And he doesn't take the task lightly.

He likes to get you worked up and soaked before he gives you what you want, kissing down your stomach and roaming his hands all over your inner thighs. He'll press kisses to the inside of your left thigh, trailing up until he reaches your needy cunt, completely disregarding your dripping hole and continuing the kisses down your right thigh, a wicked grin pulling at his lips when you whine at the teasing touches.

After he feels he's riled you up enough, he'll finally bring his mouth to your wet folds, dragging the flat of his tongue up along your labia and circling the tip of his tongue around your clit. He's eager and almost greedy in the way he laps at you, suckling at the sensitive bud.

He'll be happy with whatever position you're in, but he greatly prefers when you sit on his face. If you happen to hover, he'll clamp his hands over your hips and yank you down. "Don't get shy on me now, sweetheart. I can take it."

He likes being able to trap you against his mouth with his strong arms wrapped tight around your thighs, the way you squirm and jerk above him when you're overstimulated always fuels his ego.

And when your mind goes foggy and all you're focused on is coming, you'll start rolling your hips, and the way you grind down against his nose makes him harder than stone. You whine and huff above him, fingers tugging at his hair as you ride his pretty mouth, and he can't get enough of your desperation.

He laps at every inch of you even after you've come, soaking the lower half of his face as he makes sure to clean you up. You jerk away from his tongue, sensitive and utterly exhausted after he's already coaxed a handful of orgasms from you, and eventually he lets up and frees you from his hold, grinning like an idiot when his eyes meet yours.

If you're splayed out on your back on the mattress, he'll shove a pillow under your hips, reveling at the sight of you spread out like a buffet for him for a moment before he digs in, big hands pinning your legs to the mattress to keep you from shying away from him.

He feasts like a man starved, big brown eyes staring up at you as if he were looking for your approval with every quick flick of his tongue, as if your cries and whimpers weren't enough proof he was working you perfectly.

He'll chance letting one of your legs free as he brings his hand over to aid his mouth, stuffing two long fingers inside you as he watches you wriggle, and he can't help the small grunts that leave his lips when your hand tangles into his hair and tugs.

He's shameless. He'll grind his cock into the mattress, searching for any sort of stimulation as he fucks you on his fingers, your pleasure alone driving him insane. Your neediness from just his mouth and fingers gets him off more than anything, to know he's absolutely ruined you for anyone else makes him feel all powerful, not that anyone else would ever get a chance to have you. No, he's the only one. Only him.

He's come more times than he'd like to admit just from eating you out like this, humping the bed like a goddamn dog as he helps you ride out your umpteenth orgasm.

If you're 69-ing, his big hands are flat over your ass, spreading you open as he drives his tongue into you.

He's a bit more of a mess in this position, your hot mouth wrapped around his leaking cock, the tip of your nose nuzzling his balls whenever you manage to sink down on him completely. He tries to keep his composure, flicking the tip of his tongue across your clit hungrily.

He's only a man though, and so this isn't your all time favorite position when his tongue ultimately reels back as he lets his head fall back into the mattress, a moan ripping through his vocal chords when you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head.

You'll nudge your hips back to give him the hint, and he'll mutter a half-hearted apology as he finds his footing, tongue delving back into your warm walls as you pull off him to let out a breathy moan, rocking back against his mouth.

His nails dig into the fat of your hips when he comes, and he muffles a long moan into your cunt as you clean him up with your tongue.

Don't be too quick to patronize him though, because as soon as he recollects himself he's tugging you back and forcing your hips down against his mouth, pulling a whine from your throat as he mouths at you with a newfound fervor.

He coerces your orgasm with a few more heedy suckles and laps to your clit, keeping his mouth on you as you tremble above him, a flushed, whimpering mess as you rock back against him.

Once in a blue moon, he'll be far too restless to even get you to the bed before he's tugging your bottoms off, your panties following as your back hits the wall, and it's always the hottest thing ever to watch him slowly drop to his knees in front of you, eyes glazed over and big as he stares up at you from his seat on the floor.

He'll hook a leg over his shoulder to get a better angle of your dripping cunt, nestling his face between your legs as you lean against the wall for support, combing a hand through his hair as you watch him.

His eyes will fall closed after a minute or two, far too gone in the way you push his head closer and the soft whines that fill the room, hands preoccupied undoing the buckle of his belt. He stuffs a hand down the front of his slacks and palms at his cock needily, your intoxicating perfume mixed with your natural smell addicting as he presses his nose into your soft skin.

He's a bit careless and impatient, drilling a couple fingers into your wet, warm walls as he greedily sucks at your clit, swallowing every moan and whimper you manage to croak out.

It's almost too much, and your leg threatens to give out as he laps at you. He wraps an arm around your thigh to keep you upright, abandoning his throbbing cock to make sure you don't collapse. What a gentleman.

You come not too long after, his enthusiasm driving you just as much as his tongue did. God, was it hot how excited he got to just taste you, to have you weak from his skilled tongue and long fingers tweaking every nerve perfectly.

His chest is always puffed a bit with pride as he cleans you up and tends to you, and he seems to find your embarrassment funny when you realize what a mess you've made when you come back to the room, bed disheveled and the air tainted with the smell of sex, pressing kisses to your flushed face as you try to hide in your hands. "You were just screaming my name twenty minutes ago. Don't act all embarrassed now, hun."

#j.cage #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mk #mk1

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merakiui · 7 months

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Being trapped in a small tight space with rollo sounds amazing/horrible

He'll spend the entire time being snappy and mean (he's embarrassed aww) but you can't even shift to look for a way out without rubbing together poor man 😕

He can't figure out if this is heaven or hell. It feels so good (it could feel better if he started removing clothes, but that's far too sinful for him to delve into). It feels like a trap tho! He's worked so hard to stay pure and clean, he's barely even started courting you yet!

(the entire time he's waring with himself, you're trying your hardest to secretly make sure he doesn't find the doorknob. he's so obvious with his lusting that it's stopped being cute and you're just horny now, waiting for him to come to terms with his lust 😒. this was an attempt to make the virgin snap and your not really sure it's working?)

Yes omg!!! His restraint is being tested to the extremes. ;;; you're so close and you smell so good and every time you shift in the cramped space you're brushing against him. Maybe the two of you try to find a comfortable position just in case you're stuck here for a while, but this ends up with you on top of him. Rollo is holding his handkerchief up to his nose and mouth to keep his mind clean and free of filth, but this doesn't work as intended because you just keep moving! Do you not realize just what sort of lewd position this is (you do)?! Do you not realize how close you are to him (you do)?! Do you not see just how stressful this has become for him (you do)?!

Maybe he gets fed up with all of your constant shifting, so he just grabs your hips and forces you still. >_< unfortunately, this puts the both of you in yet another compromising situation because now he's holding you and you're so close to his pathetically hard dick as it strains against the fabric of his robe. >:( he's struggling and you're just giving him this oblivious smile.

The two of you end up fucking in that little space hehe. <3 still fully clothed because it's difficult to truly shed everything when you're so close and cramped. And you're rolling your hips to meet his, and Rollo feels so dizzy and hot because it feels so good to finally be inside you. Fantasies can never do the real you any justice. He's such a loser because he cums within just a minute or two, but he fucks through the orgasm and goes for an ungodly amount of rounds in that tight space. If this is the only time he's getting to fuck you, he's going to make the most of it!

Maybe sex and lust were the answers all along because the door opens and you're both finally freed from the suffocating confines of that space.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #i need him!!!! orz

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strawhatsemerald · 2 months

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You know what I also hear about Zoro and Sanji's relationships?

That it’s got drama, it’s got anger issues, it’s got feelings of insecurity, it’s got unhealthy coping mechanisms, it’s got devotion, it’s got bloodlust, it’s got the whole crew pulling their hair out because they were fighting a second ago and now they’re making out while taking breaths to still make fun of each other.

I am seruous now. And I'm like... WHERE?! Isn't that frickin Whiskey Peak for Zolu? And what about Zolu? Doesn't it got all of that? That is not headcanons?

& no drama??? What is Zoro saying he'll quit the crew if Luffy can't choose to be a proper Captain & set his foot down, when Luffy is extremely upset over Usopp leaving???

Zoro also being insecure of not even being strong enough to protect Luffy & his crew??

Also who has the most bloodlust of the crew?? Luffy & Zoro!! Sanji's dream isn't even to be the strongest, he just wants to find the best legendary seafood ever & run the best restaurant in the world. Whereas Luffy & Zoro's dreams require them to be the strongest fighters ever- & Luffy n Zoro are the ones who enjoy themselves, make jokes & laugh the most while fighting!!

What is Luffy's unhealthy coping mechanism? Being extremely hedonistic in avoiding of his own emotional pain (eg taking hallucinogenic mushrooms when he's at his saddest point), being ultra self-sacrificial for people he just knew, making extreme deals he might fail to live up to if the people he befriends don't help him enough (eg literally in his first meeting with Zoro he accepts the consequence of having to commit seppuku/kill himself if he blocks Zoro from Zoro's dream!!)

& Zoro's unhealthy coping mechanism?? He's so extremely kind to people he can emphatize with that he risks his whole life just for them with little to no reward (eg defending that girl delivering him the onigiri... still wanting to keep Luffy safe risking his guts popping out, even tho he initially complained of how dumb Luffy is in just having one tiny boat with no navigator...),

Training + emotionally burdening himself too hard whenever he feels jealous/inadequate

Not revealing himself almost dying to Kuma, since Zoro actually doesn't want Luffy to kill himself because Luffy had almost killed Zoro... (Luffy might have killed himself anyway if he realizes Zoro died because of his mistake of wanting to adventure in Thriller Bark!!)

As in Zoro has almost the same types of unhealthy coping mechanism Luffy has!!

Zolu has drama too, but it's also accompanied with the sweetness & laughter/friendly mocking Zosan fans think only Zosan has. What's Luffy & Zoro's most comically toxic traits to each other? Their extreme expectations of each other! Them always being super hedonistic (eg Luffy eating all the time, getting trapped in strange places & not paying attention, Zoro falling asleep/getting lost in random places- they're very similar in their executive dysfunction!), Them competing who's less stupid than the other! Yet when they do this mocking of each other, they take it so much easier & it always leads up to them laughing & smiling at each other, approving each others' extreme tendencies!! (Eg literally after their Whiskey Peak fight of genuinely almost killing each other, they just banter with big smiles over how excited they are to fight a Warlord, with Nami pulling her hair out over them!! Zoro & Sanji don't have this outside of anime-only filler arcs!!)

#monkey d. luffy #zoro x luffy #one piece #zolu #one piece zolu #roronoa zoro

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iwas-tooru · 1 year

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how i think the kny demons let it rip

AKAZA

refuses to fart in a public space, the thought is absolutely mortifying to him

excuses himself politely and goes into a little corner to do it

occasionally when he can't hold it in he lets it out and blames the smell on Douma

DOUMA

accidentally farts when he's laughing too hard but isn't necessarily ashamed of it

it's very unexpected like one second he's wheezing hard and the next you hear a loud one rip

it surprises him too but he just goes "ah, excuse me ✋🏻✋🏻" and just goes right back to saying whatever he was saying

doesn't really stink, unless he's freshly back from munching on women at his shrine lol

KOKUSHIBO

he doesn't feel the need to hold it in if he senses a discreet one coming on but Kokushibo is like really bad at reading his own farts lol

he suspects a silent one bubbling up in his stomach and just decides to let it out at the upper moon summon while he's sitting like 🧎🏻‍♂️ as usual but turns out he misjudged it and it actually comes out loud as fuck scaring everyone in the vicinity

he knows nobody will dare say anything about it cause he's upper moon one and tbh he doesn't really give a shit, he just goes:

👁 👁

👁 _ 👁 "excuse me."

👁 👁

GYOKKO

like those watery ones that sound like someone blowing into a glass of soda with a straw

this mf sharts, i just know he does

does it at the worst moments too like Muzan be talking about how worthless and useless the upper moons are and he's trying his hardest to hold it in but it just comes out right in between Muzan's speech

turns very red and embarrassed

doesn't stink in the air but woe betide if you catch a whiff of his behind

HANTENGU CLONES:

HANTENGU

he has those really high pitched squeaky musical note ones that stink like a septic tank

it happens when he's really scared or anxious and just sinks into the floor when they escape

they come out anywhere and everywhere lol Douma snorts everytime it happens and damn near bites his own tongue

SEKIDO

one loud angry fart that just goes 'BLARP'

mostly happens when he can't hold it in anymore and even tho he's embarrassed as hell he'll be looking at you as if daring you to comment on it like "tf you lookin' at huh 🤬"

KARAKU

this mf farts in the blanket and traps Sekido inside, shoving his head in and holding it in a death grip till he's choking and sputtering

he also lifts his leg to do it onto Sekido sometimes just to annoy him

gets his ass beat each time but to him it's worth it lol

UROGI

man has no shame whatsoever will do it anywhere and everywhere and he has those little continuous ones that rumble and stink like hell

sometimes he lets out a long string of trumpet ones. he mostly likes doing it while he's flying cause he feels free and finds it funny that people could be going on with their lives as usual and suddenly they look up to see an overgrown chicken zooming across the sky while letting out a long engine-like backfiring with each toot varying in pitch and tone

AIZETSU

has those silent and deadly ones when he gets overtly anxious or sad

it's bad enough to make the other three gag and cough and he just turns red and starts stuttering out apologies

will probably never look you in the eye again

ZOHAKUTEN

look i don't' know how to describe it but it's as if he's been holding it in for fucking centuries????

like he's deadass gonna stand there with his arms crossed and his face all (ㆆ_ㆆ) while he lets it rip and oh lord it's going to be one of those that just keeps on going and going and going

worst part is he'll probably stare you right in the eye while doing it and woe betide you if you dare laugh at him

the pitch increases as the fart begins dying out

ig thats what happens when you remain fused inside hantengu's body for too long......

DAKI

dainty toots, always excuses herself to go into a corner

lowkey terrified of doing it in public so she always runs off into a restroom when she feels the slightest bit of churning in her tummy

forces them out sometimes while she's alone so that they don't come out in public and those ones are real loud and stink terribly lol

GYUTARO

is neutral about it i think

he feels its a regular bodily function so he ain't necessarily ashamed of it

in short he doesn't really give a shit and doesn't even excuse himself when he lets one out lol

they're usually pretty plain and straightforward smell like the normal level of stink

only excuses himself if he does it in front of Daki

KAIGAKU

this mf squats lol

has those loud ass ones that start out low and rumbly and go higher and higher by the second and finally end when they've reached the maximum pitch

he doesn't give a shit and just sniggers at whoever is on the receiving end of this monstrosity

stinks like hell, he really needs to fix his diet

ENMU

he has those little tiny toots that come out unexpectedly and randomly like he could be walking and suddenly you'd hear a little squeak come out from behind him

has definitely accidentally done it in front of Muzan lol the memory still haunts him

turns scarlet and begins stammering apologies

goes into a corner and has a mental breakdown soon after

RUI

he has those loud, rumbling ones that you let out when you're really stressed/angry if you get what i mean??

has no shame in it fr, and besides everyone in his 'family' is too scared to say anything to him lol so he gets away with it pretty easy

NAKIME

now don't come for me but i feel like she lets out silent stinky ones and blames them on someone else (mostly Douma)

like she's chilling with her biwa and feels a lil rumble in her tummy so she just lets it out silently and keeps quiet abt it until someone goes "ewww what's that smell" and she deadass says with a straight face "it appears Lord Douma has had a good meal today"

LIKE JUST STRAIGHT UP BLAMES IT ON HIM AND THEN WATCHES THE CHAOS UNFOLD AS DOUMA DENIES IT AND PINS IT ON AKAZA AND THEY END UP FIGHTING WHILE SHE'S JUST CHILLING TRYING TO FIGHT BACK A SMIRK LMFAO-

MUZAN

he doesn't fart.

he just doesn't.

no criticism shall be taken.

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> summary : how txt reacts when you dodge their kisses (separately)

› fluff / wc: 2.6k

› warnings : profanity, worrying, self doubt, pranks (obviously), gn!reader

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→ choi yeonjun

petty af.

LIKE EXCUSE YOU⁉️ HOW DARE YOU⁉️

u were just sitting in his lap, scrolling through your phone and using his shoulder as a pillow waiting for the opportune moment.

when he leant down to give you a loving kiss you obviously dodged his lips.

no biggie, he figures. you must have been interested in whatever you were watching, that doesn't bother him.

"can I have a kissy? I didn't mean to get in the way of your phone, promise." pls he's so genuine it hurts.

you're weak for your boyfriend, who wouldn't be, so you're trying with all your might not to crack.

he is flabbergasted when you shake your head and answer with a no.

he knows you love his lips a little too much to be serious.

is confused, so therefore is trying to figure out what ur up to.

when he finally finds out it's a prank.

o h m y g o d.

tortures u 4 the next week.

"Junnie, can I have a kiss? pretty please? :)"

"no."

😦

go along with his game just to piss him off, it's only furthering your original trick.

see who cracks first.

spoiler alert it's him.

→ choi soobin

a tad bit hurt.

you can see his cute little smile drop, and the way he just stares at u. :(((

why would u even do that to him ?

panics a little.

did he make you uncomfortable ? do you not love him anymore ? is his breath smelly ?

you have to try and keep your composure when you see him out of the corner of your eye practically panting into his hand just so he can get a whiff.

even if his breath is completely fine expect to find him scrubbing his teeth and tongue like a maniac.

you'll go looking for him and find the man in question with a toothbrush half way down his throat, save him please.

feel bad and tell him it was a joke rn!! (or else)

he's pouty.

keeps asking for kisses and if you say no-

"you're so mean, after what you put me through? I think I scrubbed off my taste buds !! >:["

except to be trapped in his arms for the rest of the day.

→ choi beomgyu

this guy....

slightly offended and slightly amused, doesn't know which one to fully commit to.

he'll figure out a way to get kisses from you somehow.

the guilt tripping is insane tho.

like.

"I can't believe you don't love me anymore :("

it's all in good spirit tho, he knows u still adore him.

which is why he's now demanding kisses !!

if that doesn't work he'll try to melt u down until you're putty .

the bastard knows his glasses make your knees weak.

if you withstand the all powerful gyu with glasses then he moves onto his deep voice.

um, sorry to say but no one survives that.

he's clingy 4 the rest of the day, it's your fault.

→ kang taehyun

can't be arsed w your bullshit.

the epitome of 😐

knows it's one of your little jokes the moment he hears a hushed giggle.

subtle revenge bordering on yeonjun's pettiness.

no, nevermind. just pettiness.

will deny kisses from you for as long as it takes for you to admit what you did or say sorry.

he might not even stop once you do either of those.

bro's a menace.

It's gotten to the point where you just sneak kisses to his cheek whenever he has his guard down.

he obviously wipes it off tho.

evil.

flash those puppy eyes and his lips r urs again.

→ huening kai

poor bby get's worried he did something wrong :((

panic mode 2

"sweets? are you mad? :(("

gets in his own head a lil bit.

is thinking about everything he did that day in order to deduct how he upset u.

comfort him rn.

he just kind of floats around you for the remainder of the day feeling shitty.

when you ask him what's the matter with an underlying giggle he lies and says nothing.

the immense guilt you feel when you spot him lying on your bed and staring at a plain wall, ignoring his usually overly loved plushies :{

if your heart doesn't get soft who r u.

apologise to this overthinking man.

u r now smothered with kisses and cuddles for the rest of the day, he should have compensation for this outrage !!!

man baby.

©sunoooism

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