#it’s the about hypothetical devotion okay

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Breed | Kinktober

Satoru x AFAB Reader + Higher Up Suguru

Warnings: Mild dub-con, fucking with the intent of getting pregnant, creampies, pussy eating, voyeurism, drunk sex, use of pet name "princess", Satoru talking you through it, Satoru having a big ass cock ngl hehe, biting

A/N: Day 4... I got really carried away. Lordy lordy... enjoy

WORD COUNT: 6.2K

You swore you didn’t hear him right, your eyebrow cocking upwards as you opened your mouth to say something but Satoru beat you to it. “You want us to do what?” he sounded just as lost as you, face twisted in a grimace as he hoped his best friend would say it was nothing more than a sick joke. “I want the two of you to breed.” Suguru repeated with his easy going smile, eyes shifting between the two very concerned faces before him. 

Ever since becoming a higher up in the Jujutsu world, Suguru had started to change. 

“You… you’re joking, right?” You laughed a bit, eyes shifting to the white-haired man beside you to try and see how he was taking it. Sure enough, Satoru looked completely confused, blue eyes scanning his best friend’s face for some kind of inkling that this was all a prank. “I’m not joking, quite the contrary, I’m dead serious.” Still though, he was smiling, completely unphased. “Yeah, bull shit… I don’t know why you’d think it’s okay to make such a–”

“The higher ups and I have been discussing things. Since the two of you are undoubtedly the strongest of our generation, we want you two to produce children. We want to know if you’ll create sorcerers just as strong, if not stronger than the two of you.” You felt yourself stiffen, immediately off put that he had totally interrupted you to spout the most foul shit you’d ever heard. “We aren’t some fucking experiment.” Satoru stated blandly, arms coming up to splay across the back of the couch you two were sitting on. Suguru still seemed unphased. 

“I don’t see why you two wouldn’t accept the offer.” You gasped, feeling Satoru stiffen beside you as Suguru said such blatantly ignorant shit. “Why wouldn't we accept? We aren’t even a couple! Never mind the fact that you want him to breed me like I’m some bitch in heat?!” you practically screeched, still partially believing this was a sick joke. Suguru’s smile faltered a little now, a crack in his facade that sent a shiver straight down your spine. “You two would be wise to accept the offer. I’m giving you a choice. The rest of the higher ups would not.” 

“You’re not giving us a choice.” You immediately countered, mildly aware that Satoru’s arm was lowering a bit, as if to wrap around you protectively. “Oh but I am, dear y/n.” His hands clasped in front of him, that smile creeping back up his face as his eyes shut. You both shared a glance, eyes returning to Suguru as he exhaled and opened his eyes again. “Either the two of you fuck and let me watch, or the higher ups will sit in and watch you instead. I’m giving you the choice to do this comfortably or do this in front of many watching eyes.”

“I decline both options.” Satoru said with an air of annoyance, not willing to subject you to anything you didn’t want. “That is not an option, Satoru.” Suguru immediately countered, eyes shifting over to you. “Really what is the harm in this? You two can have some fun and then go on with your lives.” Suguru tried again, not grasping how this was a huge deal. “You want me to get her pregnant, Suguru. That is not something you can just move on from.” You remained quiet, still reeling from the fact that Suguru was dead serious. “Not only that but you are looking me dead in the eye and telling me this hypothetical child would be at the whim of the higher ups.”

Suguru knew how strongly Satoru felt about this matter, he had since their high school days. For the man across from you to be so blindly devoted to this inhumane experiment, he must have been brainwashed. “Suguru… did they threaten you or something?” Your voice was a little weaker now, Suguru may think the two of you only have two options, but you knew Satoru well enough to know a third. If it came down to life or death, Satoru would choose death. Not of you or himself, but of the hierarchy in the Jujutsu world. You were both strong enough to do it. 

“Not at all, dear y/n. I just think this would be highly beneficial for not only the two of you but the rest of the jujutsu society. The Gojo clan needs an heir, if you two were to produce a child, it would bind both the Y/L/N clan and Gojo clan together. It would be utterly unstoppable with the two of you at their heads, a perfect child to take the reins when that time comes…” Satoru made a fake gagging sound, lifting his blindfold with one finger to look at Suguru. “Don’t tell me you really believe all that bull shit they’ve been feeding you.” Suguru’s calm aura faded completely at that, smile dropping from his face as his eyes became cold. 

“Either we do it the easy way or the hard way. You fuck each other, or they’ll force it upon you. I, as your friend, implore you two to take the easy route. I mean really, even if she doesn’t get pregnant, at least you’ll have had a good time, no?” That clicked something in your mind, body straightening a bit as you mulled his words over in your mind. “I’m not going to fuck someone who isn’t willing, Suguru.” Satoru sounded completely uninterested now, letting the blindfold snap back into place as you sat up a little more. “Satoru…” you started, turning your body to face him. His head snapped in your direction, the tone of your voice was different. 

Knowing he could still see you with the blindfold on, you turned your body and pressed yourself a little closer. Carefully, you brought your lips to his ear, using one hand to hide your mouth so Suguru couldn’t read your lips. “Why don’t we just play along, Satoru?” You swallowed, face feeling a bit warm as you settled again so he could reply. Much to your surprise, he turned his body so he could lean and whisper against your ear. You half expected him to just blurt his answer out. You held your breath as Satoru’s breath ghosted your ear, large hand easily blocking his face from Suguru’s view. “I don’t want to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” 

You sigh, letting him move away so you can press your lips to his ear again. “I’m fine with it, we can have fun with each other, can’t we?” you pulled away, shrugging your shoulders to say the decision was his. Satoru huffed out a laugh, one arm still draped over the back of the couch as he used the other to pull at his blindfold again. “Suguru, name a time and a place. We’ll entertain your request.” Your heart skipped, trying to remain composed as Suguru gave the two of you a sly smirk. “I’m glad you’ve made the right choice, we have a few things to discuss before we decide those main factors I’m afraid.” Still, he seemed thrilled at the thought. 

“Then discuss them now, Suguru. If we are doing this, you need to act fast before we change our mind.” you appreciated that Satoru was now speaking for the both of you. It was giving you time to properly sort out your thoughts. “No need for such hostility, Satoru. I just want to figure out when the best time is for dear y/n. After all, she needs to be ovulating when you do this.” You stifled your shudder, you weren’t fond of being discussed like some dog that was about to be bred for his own personal gain. “I’m due to get my period in about two weeks time.” 

You were lying, your cycle had just passed. But you knew if you told him you were currently in your ovulation period, the sooner this could be done and over with. “Well would you look at that, I came to you at the right time.” Suguru smiled, clearly he had done a little research beforehand. Beside you, Satoru was visibly confused, clearly having no understanding of a woman’s cycle. Not that you really expected him to in the first place, but you had to admit it was a bit amusing. “If that is the case, Suguru. Why don’t we get this over with, here and now?” you drawled, falling back into the couch and subsequently, Satoru’s arm. 

“That works for me, does it work for you, Satoru?” You and Suguru were both looking at him now, a sigh leaving his plump lips before speaking. “Yeah, works for me.” Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t quite believe you were willing to do this, especially after being so adamant about not wanting to. Something Suguru had said clearly convinced you, though he couldn’t be quite sure. “That settles it then, I’ll treat the two of you to drinks for accepting my offer.” You snorted, pushing yourself up and off the couch. “I expect a lot more than drinks, Suguru.” you patted your skirt, flattening any wrinkles that had formed while sitting. 

“Dinner and sweets!” Satoru added, standing to his full height and stretching dramatically. “What he said, Suguru. You owe us big time.” You crossed your arms, watching your long time friend look between the two of you before heaving a sigh. “Alright, fine. Dinner, drinks and sweets.” Satoru cheered triumphantly, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you headed out the door. “Only one drink for Satoru though, he’s a lightweight and needs to perform.” you couldn’t help but snicker, Satoru’s face turning a shade of red as he yelled at Suguru for saying such things. 

“It’s the truth and you know it, Satoru.” was all you managed, trying your best to keep up with the pace his lengthy legs set. “Who’s side are you on?!” he pulled you a little closer, nearly crushing you to his side. “I guess I should be on yours, shouldn’t I?” you teased, trying to ignore the new found flurry in your heart when you talked to him. But part of you couldn’t help but wonder, did he feel it too. Of course you would let your emotions start to toy with your mind, knowing full and well what would happen within a few hours time. 

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“S-shit… oh fuck…” Satoru choked out, blindfold pushed back and sitting on his head like a headband. Your teeth were sinking into the junction between his neck and shoulder, making his hips jerk up against yours. Suguru had cut Satoru off after one drink, the white-hair man getting more than tipsy off of it because of his low tolerance. You, on the other hand, had been three drinks in when Suguru cut you off. Having a better tolerance than Satoru did not equate to you being any less sloppy. Suguru was quickly learning that, eyes wide as he watched the two of you make out on the couch within the hotel room he had rented for the night. 

You hadn’t even made it to the bed, your hands all over each other the moment he swiped the card and the door unlocked. Needless to say, Suguru didn’t think he would be in for such a ride. “E-easy! Fuck… y/n please!” Satoru whimpered, fingers digging into the flesh on your hips as you bit a little harder. You wanted to taste blood, desperate to leave a permanent mark on the man below you. Though, even in your intoxicated state you still had a heart. You eased up, lapping at the indents on his skin to try and soothe the damage. Satoru’s hips were restless, bucking into yours every few seconds. Each time your clothed cunt met his covered erection, a wave of molten heat spread through your already too hot body. 

Behind the two of you, Suguru was getting comfortable in the plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. He had only consumed one drink, a buzz settling under his skin but not impairing him enough to let you two have free reign. “Don’t you dare waste a drop of his cum, if you’re going to grind on each other like horny teenagers, at least strip.” You audibly whined, looking over your shoulder to glare at Suguru. Though it wasn’t threatening at all, you looked like a child trying to intimidate an adult. “You heard me.” was all Suguru responded with, his tone demeaning as your face flushed. Satoru took your distraction as the perfect opportunity

You gasped, body falling forward against his as his fingers dug into your thighs. Hauling you up, Satoru made quick work of tossing you on the queen size bed, the white sheets quickly crumpling as you fell onto it. “You heard him, strip.” Satoru’s voice was mocking, and yet he was quickly undoing the top half of his uniform. You rolled your eyes, clearly disgruntled by your dominance being stripped from you. But you couldn’t complain, your skin was prickling with sweat, your own uniform sticking to you uncomfortably. Your fingers fumbled a bit as you undid your top, shouldering it off after a moment with Satoru’s eyes glued to you. 

“You need help?” he breathed out, looking at the fabric of your bra hugging your breasts perfectly. “No, I’m fine…” always stubborn, you undid the button on your wrist and yanked your arm out, repeating the motion on your other arm with a little struggle. “Done yet?” Satoru’s knee sunk into the mattress, hands coming down to press into the linen as he waited for your “okay” to crawl on top of you. “Yeah, done.” you groaned, tossing the white button up at Suguru who managed to catch it. Maybe your reflexes really were slowing down from the booze. Satoru sighed, crawling fully onto the mattress and connecting his lips with yours. 

Your hands came up to wrap around the back of his neck, legs spreading to accommodate him as you slowly laid back. You had to groan into the kiss, Satoru’s teeth grazing your lower lip for entrance only made you feel more defiant. You were slightly pissed he had moved so fast, you hadn’t even gotten the change to admire his toned torso. Which was something you had been most looking forward to, you knew the man was built but he was always hiding it under his uniform or baggy clothing. One of Satoru’s hands was splayed by your head, supporting him so he didn’t crush you under his weight. The other hand was cupping your cheek, trying to coax your stubborn jaw open for him. Still, you were managing to resist. 

“Such a tease, y/n.” Suguru cooed from his spot, hand shamelessly adjusting his half-hard cock. Of course he’d enjoy this, how could he not? Satoru pulled away, gasping as you stared up at him. “She is, won’t open that pretty mouth for me… so cruel.” he whined, cheeks flushed pink as he dipped his head lower to return the favor you had paid him earlier. This time, it was your turn to gasp, fingers digging into the back of his neck since there was no hair to grab… curse him and his undercut. Satoru’s teeth were sinking into the same point on your body, making a mark that would match the already bruising bite you left behind on him. “F-fuck! Satoru!” 

Your eyes shut, the warm pain blooming on your neck was only making the throb between your legs worsen. “I didn’t think it was possible for someone to be a masochist and a sadist at the same time.” Suguru mused, watching your eyes open slowly, head turning to glare at him. Still, he only smirked, fist pressed into his cheek as his other hand now began palming himself. You looked away, skin vibrating with the realization that Suguru was also getting off on this. “Satoru… ease up!” you whined after a moment, the feeling nearly dizzying as he finally released the skin he had clamped down on. Perfect teeth indents were left behind, the slight swell of blood appearing in some of them. He swallowed, throat dry at the sight. 

“So pretty…” he murmured, head lowering to lap at the mark before trailing his lips up your neck and jaw. “Let me taste you this time, please?” you nodded, dazed as he slotted his lips over yours once more. You were a little easier on him now, mouth opening to accommodate his eager tongue. You shivered as you tasted the slight metallic blood mixing with the fruity cocktail he had consumed earlier. You were envious, he had managed to break your skin but you hadn’t been able to break his. No fair! Your fingers scratched at his skin the more you thought about it, pressing your head into the mattress to create a little distance so you could catch your breath.

“Please…” you gasped out, unsure of what you were asking him for. Yet, he seemed to understand perfectly. Satoru placed one last kiss to your slightly swollen lips before his head dipped lower. Carefully, he kissed down your neck to your chest, burying his face in your sternum, cradled by your breasts. “Can I take this off of you?” He asked even though he knew the answer was yes, still you nodded. Satoru’s hand slipped around your back, the other still supporting himself. You helped by rolling over a bit, allowing him to nimbly undo the clasp of your bra. He tugged it off of you, holding in a shaky breath as he admired your bare skin. Your nipples were pebbling under the cool air of the room, making your cheeks feel warm as Satoru clearly observed them. 

No words were spoken as his head lowered again, tongue running along the valley between your breasts before making the decision to go left. You tried to suppress your noises as his nose dragged along your skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he lapped around the pliant skin. He made a point to avoid your nipple, wanting to tease you until you were squirming. You sunk your teeth into the side of your cheek, not willing to give in so easily, still annoyed you were being dominated. “C’mon sweetheart, let me hear that pretty voice.” Satoru pulled away enough to speak, chlorine blue eyes shining even in the dim hotel light. You held his gaze for only a moment before looking away, lips wobbling as he returned to sucking bruises on your breast. 

A quiet, barely audible sigh left your lips, and that seemed to be enough for Satoru. A loud gasp slipped out of you as his lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive bud before he sucked. It was a dizzying feeling, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure straight down to your cunt. You wanted to feel him, every single inch, that realization tore a moan from your lips as your fingers moved from his neck to thread in his hair. “Satoru… I don’t want to be teased…” You could feel your panties sticking to your cunt as you squirmed, the feeling mildly uncomfortable until you found the right angle. If you moved just right, you could brush against his erection. 

This earned a low groan from Satoru, his teeth grazing your nipple in retaliation. Suguru was still watching, amused as the two of you toyed with one another. “Satoru please!” you cried out again as his teeth actually sunk into the tender flesh, making your eyes water as you tugged on his hair hard enough to pull his head away. The only issue was that he didn't let go, you tugging him away from your chest only caused him to pull at your nipple. A shrill cry left your lips this time, hands immediately letting his hair go as his head lowered to a more tolerable distance. You were panting, your heartbeat racing as Satoru’s free hand moved to cup your other breast. 

He was putting all of his weight on his knees, but that didn’t stop you from feeling the brunt of his weight. “Satoru…” you tried again as he finally let go of your nipple. Still, he didn’t answer you, slim fingers tugging on your other nipple as his eyes focused on yours. You looked completely fucked out already, pupils blown and eyelids heavy as you stared up at him. “Gonna fuck you real good, princess.” Your lips parted at the nickname, not expecting it to have such an effect on you. “Then get to it.” you whined, missing his warmth the moment he straightened. He was towering over you know, giving you a full shot of his muscular torso. 

“Can I take your skirt off?” he asked for your permission yet again, eyes shifting to where his blindfold sat by the pillows. It had slipped off his head when he took his uniform off, but he had the intention of using it for something else later on. “You can, please…” breathless, your hips lifted so he could hook his fingers in the waistband and tug them off of you. Satoru did just as you wanted, pulling your skirt and panties off in one go. You sighed in relief, not at all embarrassed this time when Satoru shamelessly admired your bare cunt. “Pretty.” It was more to himself than you, either way it made you whine. 

“I want to see you, Satoru.” You whined, arms reaching out to try and grab for his waistband. Your hands missed, making you burst into a fit of giggles as you tried to push yourself up. Satoru smirked, undoing his pants with leisure as he looked you over. “You were doing so good at hiding the fact you’re not sober.” He comments, watching you give up and flop back onto the bed with your legs spread around him. He had managed to get his pants off without making a fool of himself. As for his briefs, they were still hugging his hips, straining tightly as his hard-on pressed into the soft material. Behind you, Suguru was chuckling at Satoru’s comment. 

“Yeah, you’re just as bad as she is if you think she was hiding her intoxication.” Still, he was mildly impressed that Satoru had stripped as far as he had without falling over. “Hurry up and pull your cock out.” you groaned, tired of the men’s banter. There was a time and place and it wasn’t now, when your cunt was aching with the desire to be filled up. “Fuck…” Satoru hissed at your words, reaching down to push his briefs, ignoring the way Suguru groaned at your desperation. You swallowed the moment his cock sprang free, slapping up against his abdomen and nearly pulling the air from your lungs. He was big to say the least. Not only that, he was girthy, the kind of girth that would hurt no matter how prepared you were. 

“Damn…” was all you managed to croak, lip trembling a bit as he got his briefs off the rest of the way. Satoru smirked, your reaction stroking his ego in perfect time with his fist stroking his cock. You met his gaze, silently begging him to do something. Satoru took the initiative, grabbing under your knees and pushing you further up into the mattress. “Don’t work, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt…” You wanted to ask what he was about to do, but your answer came seconds later as he lowered himself onto his stomach, half of his body hanging off the bed as he settled between your spread thighs. You tried to suppress the strangled noise that left your throat as Satoru’s nose dragged along your inner thighs, shamelessly inhaling the smell of your arousal. 

“S-satoru!” you squealed, hands coming up to cover your face as he groaned. “You smell so fucking good.” You whined, thighs twitching to close around his head but his hands managed to stop you before you could successfully do it. Your head tilted back, too embarrassed to look down at your body and see Satoru start kissing your inner thighs. Suguru watched with dilated pupils, adjusting himself yet again in order to properly monitor the two of you. If he gave into his desires, who knows what the two of you would do. So instead, he sunk his teeth into the side of his cheek and watched you diligently. “Satoru~” you whined as his tongue licked up your folds, not going any further, just covering them in the slick shine of his saliva. 

Your back arched off the mattress the moment his teeth sunk into the underside of your thigh, pain blossoming under the pressure and earning a shrill cry from your lips. It was so sudden that it was nearly dizzying, earning breathless whimpers as he lapped at the now bruising skin. “Sorry…” though you could tell he wasn’t “… you’re just so biteable.” You wanted to scold him but you were too lost in the sensation of his mouth returning to your cunt, letting them fall open for him with ease to give him the access he desired.  The first time Satoru’s tongue passed over your clit, you were certain stars were dotting your vision. He knew better than to poke and prod anywhere else, focusing every ounce of his attention on the pulsing bud below his tongue. 

You felt your thighs tremble, hands twisting in the sheets as you tried to suppress the surplus of whiny moans that slipped out of you. Satoru’s tongue was just as nimble as his fingers, swiping across the sensitive flesh in rapid succession before his lips wrapped around it. You tugged a little harder, the sheets going taut under your fingers as Satoru sucked on your clit just as he had with your nipple. “Fuck… oh fuck… please… just like that… suck it like t-that…” Somewhere in the back of your mind you were mortified for uttering such things, but you couldn’t help but notice the coil in your abdomen tightening with each syllable you spoke. 

It seemed to have a similar effect on Satoru, the man groaning audibly against your bare cunt as his teeth grazed the tender flesh. “S-satoru!” you stuttered out, stomach tightening as his teeth sent a bolt of electricity straight up your spine. The only give away that he heard you was the way his fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs. You were already close, too overwhelmed by the sensations Satoru bestowed on you. Satoru could tell by the way your sticky arousal was coating his chin each time he grinded his own face into your cunt. He wanted to suffocate on you, dying by your pussy would easily be the best way to go. 

The thought made his hips buck into nothing, mind drowning in the thoughts of shoving his cock into you and doing just as he so boldly refused only a few hours earlier… pumping you full of his cum so you would bear his child. He wanted to utter the filthiest things to you but he knew if he paused for even a moment, that sweet relief you were clearly craving would fizzle away and you’d be back at square one. And at this point, anything that further delayed him delving into your warm cunt felt like pure torture. One of your hands managed to uncurl itself from the hotel sheets, reaching down to instead thread through Satoru’s silky soft white strands. 

You tugged, albeit a little harder than you probably intended, and smothered his face even harder into your cunt. Satoru audibly whimpered at the pain of your tugging, only sending your stomach into a summersault as your orgasm dangled dangerously in front of you. “Satoru please!” you wailed, head tossing back again to make contact with a clearly turned on Suguru. “Go on, Satoru, you heard her, make her cum.” he encouraged with a shaky voice, his tone a lot more wobbly than it had been all night. That made you moan even louder, knowing how visibly turned on he was by this whole thing… and to think you had been so against it at first. 

Satoru grumbled something but it was muffled by your cunt, sending vibrations straight through your core. It didn’t take much more than that, his tongue licking so eagerly at your clit had you spilling all over his face. Your ears ring with the force of your orgasm, Satoru’s touches turning light enough to work you through it without overstimulating you. As much as Satoru wanted to lap up every ounce of your release, he knew he needed you to be sloppy to be able to take him. So, reluctantly, after a few chaste kisses to your now puffy clit, he pulled away. “Do you need a break?” he spoke with a slight pant, face flushed and shiny from his own sweat and your arousal. 

“No… fuck no. Please, Satoru, I want you inside of me.” He couldn’t deny that request, judging by the groan Suguru let out, he wouldn’t deny it either. “Alright.. Fuck alright…” Satoru was getting back on the bed fully, grabbing your ankles and lifting them. You had no time to even squeal in protest before Satoru was folding you into a mating press. “Y-you haven’t even entered me yet…” you wheezed, your knees nearly touching your breasts as the over six foot man settled more of his weight onto you. “Shh don’t worry princess, this will be worth it.” any protest died on your lips, the nickname of his choosing made your body feel warm all over. 

Satoru got himself as comfortable as he could, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to truly settle until he pushed his way inside of you. Ever aware of his size, Satoru ran the slightly swollen head of his cock between your puffy folds, letting your arousal cover him. He held his breath, too enthralled by the way yours caught in your throat each time he bumped your clit. “It’ll hurt a bit at first but it’ll ease up pretty quick, okay?” His alcohol was wearing off but it was no match for his pussy drunk daze. Still, he was going to walk you through each thing he did, blue eyes sparkling with tender reassurance. You nodded, chewing on your lower lip as he positioned his head at your entrance. “Just relax, princess…” 

You nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly letting it out. Satoru timed your breathing with his movements, pressing into you as you exhaled. Your breathing stuttered just a bit as the bulbous head of his cock split you open, stretching you wide and making you flinch. Satoru stopped, whispering soft praises before he kept his hips moving. “It’ll be more uncomfortable if I just stay in place, let me bottom out.” You nodded, your hands holding onto the backs of your thighs as Satoru kept pushing his length into you. When he noticed tears starting to shine in your eyes, he cooed soft reassurance to you, ignoring how his cock was pulsating between your fluttering walls. “I’m almost all the way in, the worst part is almost over.” He smiled a bit, thumb brushing your knee where he held it. You couldn’t recall ever being with a man that had a dick this big. 

“Rub her clit, Satoru. That will help ease any of her discomfort.” Suguru chimed, hand blatantly palming his erection as he greedily observed. “Good thinking.” Satoru hummed, the hand he had been using to guide himself into you now moved to rub gentle circles on your clit. Stars exploded in your vision as the uncomfortable stretch turned into blinding pleasure. Your walls clamped down around him, earning a barely audible whimper between his endless praises. “Yo-you’re taking me so well, I’m sorry it’s so big… oh fuck you’re doing so good f’me princess.” Satoru whined, bottoming out as he tried to regain his bearing before fucking into you. It was nearly impossible to stay still, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in this way. He would later argue that the bite marks you bestowed on one another were different from this. 

“Are you okay?” He breathed out, looking at you with lidded eyes and parted lips, making your heart stutter in your chest as you nodded on autopilot. Satoru smiled, settling his body onto you better and really solidifying the mating press he had maneuvered you into. “I’m gonna start moving, princess. Just tell me if I get too rough…” his arms hooked under your knees, forcing your legs wider and further up as he found himself a good position to roll his hips into you. Your hands shakily reached up to rest on his shoulders, shivering as Satoru’s head came to bury in the crook of your neck. Even from Suguru’s perspective, he couldn’t tell where you started and Satoru ended, completely engulfed in one another as Satoru began to find his rhythm. 

Your hands quickly turned from resting to grabbing, breathless whines leaving your lips as Satoru’s cock dragged in and out of your already sensitive cunt. He felt heavy and warm despite being enveloped in your suffocating heat. You could feel the slight upward curve every time he passed over one particular spot, it wasn’t long before a slick squelch emitted from where your bodies connected. “Oh fuck… oh fuck…” Satoru whimpered against your neck, losing himself in the slipper embrace of your cunt. “So good.. Fuck you feel so good… you’re so wet…” he nearly sobbed into your neck, drunk off of your body as his hips relentlessly fucked into you. “Gonna fill you up so good, princess. Fuck so–so fucking good.” he continued to blabber, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as pleasure racked his body over and over. 

You were too far gone to respond to anything, loud moans falling from your lips as you tried to convey how he was making you feel. Each connection had Satoru’s balls slapping against your ass, earning a low whimper into the crook of your neck, right over where he had bitten you. “Make sure you tell me when you’re cumming, Satoru.” Suguru spoke in a slightly raised tone, between the noises you were both making and the noises your bodies made each time he slammed into you, Suguru needed to be sure he was heard. Satoru only lifted his head a bit to mumble a “sure”, vision blurry as he sloppily slotted his lips over yours. The kiss was nothing short of a mess, tongues and breathless pants colliding as drool seeped down the sides of your mouth. Your abdomen was tightening again, an orgasm prickling in your gut as Satoru’s pubic bone managed to rub your cunt with each messy thrust. 

“Gonna cum… ‘toru…” You slurred, this time your impending orgasm felt a little more relaxed,  a warmth spreading through you as Satoru hovered over you. He was studying your face intently, lips a pretty shade of pink and slightly swollen from your kisses. He was close too, but his ability to speak seemed to be robbed by the way your cunt clenched around him. No words could get past his lips, nevermind form in his brain. Satoru’s hips bucked into you a little harder, your whole body shaking with the force of his blows before finally, he was stuttering into you with a loud groan. Your own orgasm hit you shortly after, making your body quiver as Satoru spilled his seed into you. His hips were rocking still, fucking his load deep into your awaiting womb. “So… fuck take it all… take every last drop, Princess…” he had given up on making sense, half of his words stumbling over the other as you tried to remember how to breathe. 

The room finally fell silent, Satoru’s body was still mildly restless as his hips slowly grinded into you. “Well done, you two.” Suguru’s voice earned a groan from the two of you, in your post-orgasm haze, you had forgotten he was there. “You can relax for a few minutes but you’ll have to start round two soon… oh, and Satoru? Don’t you dare pull out of her, keep every drop inside.” Satoru’s body nearly collapsed on you fully at that. “Round two?” He rasped out, limbs feeling like pure jello. “Yes, round two. We have to be thorough. If this doesn't work, we’ll have to keep trying until it's successful.” Suguru was once again displaying a nonchalant behavior regarding the whole thing. “Fine by me.” you slurred out before Satoru could even complain, clarity hitting him like a freight train until you uttered your approval. 

If you were okay with it, then so was Satoru. He didn’t think he’d be able to give up a cunt like yours after tonight, whether it was part of Suguru’s breeding plan or not. “Alright then, whatever you want, you get.” Satoru murmured, lowering again to kiss you tenderly.

#kinktober 2023 #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #gojo smut #satoru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen imagines #gojo #satoru #gojo x you #satoru x you #satoru x y/n

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

✮⋆˙ april showers bring may flowers; jason grace x florist! reader blurb

content: jason grace x florist! reader blurb warning: too soft for its own good, kinda angsty over unrequited love but like...yall get together in the end its fine author's note: get it??? april showers...bc bc he's the son of the god of storms??? get it??? pls get it, im begging. this for our fav girl @ivyy-covered-walls everyone congratulate her on her big girl job in the comments frfr. written with wildflowers and barely playing and repeat, ill admit it, i have no shame. also, girly, i only went with jason bc of the title, frankie would have been lovely in this situation!!

jason grace had become a regular at your flower shop without ever really buying anything. i mean, he always bought the honey sticks you sold at the counter, but that's it. he never got flowers themselves, which always made you wonder why the blonde boy came to your store. but you couldn't bring yourself to ask, in fear he'd stop coming around with his pretty face. typically, he'd ask you questions about the flowers and you'd yap and rave about them, so lost in your words that you didn't notice the way he stared at you like you were the best thing in the world - no, like you were the prettiest of flowers. today, you walked in, and you didn't even have to look up to know it was the grace boy. he ran on a schedule, something about a military camp his mom sent him to or whatever.

"if, hypothetically, i wanted to win a pretty girl over, what flowers should i buy?"

"oh."

you quickly picked your jaw up off the ground, trying to ignore the crushing of your heart inside your chest. stupid, stupid girl, you thought, pretending to be grabbing an order form from the back but you were really trying to stop yourself from crying. of course he had a girlfriend or he was working on getting a girlfriend. just your luck, the first guy that you've found attractive and kind in months, and he's already devoted to someone else. you sniffed, determined to pull yourself together, before marching back out, plastering a fake smile onto your lips, hoping he couldn't see through it. from the concern that flashed into his eyes, you knew he could see right through you.

"roses are pretty standard. we just got a new bundle of some lovely pink ones and-" you started, your eyes glued to the order form, wanting - for the first time since you met him - to get jason grace out of your store as soon as possible.

"what would you like?" he asked, tilting his head in a disgustingly adorable way as your heart plummeted further into your stomach. you swallowed down a scoff, looking away from him again and taking a deep breath to calm yourself down.

"tulips. i like tulips. there in season right now, too. super pretty," you muttered, glancing up at him, trying to hide the fact that you were completely dying. jason pretended to think it over before nodding towards you.

"some of those, please."

"color?" you asked, knowing you basically had anything he could want in the back fridge.

"whatever your favorite is," jason replied with a slightly strained smile and you couldn't keep your scoff down this time, turning on your heels and marching to the back. you walked into the large walk in fridge, pulling the door shut behind you. you took a few breaths before screaming, knowing it to be soundproof from past incidents with annoying customers. then you picked up the bundles of orange, red, and white tulips. you grabbed some filler flowers as you went, but tulip bouquets really didn't need a ton of them. you put together the flowers in the back even though you were really supposed to put them together in the front, your heartbreaking at the thought of jason giving them to some other girl. some other girl was going to get your favorite flowers from your favorite boy and you just had to be okay with that???

"here. its thirty five," you told jason, sliding the, admittedly, beautiful bouquet over to him. you frowned, wishing you hadn't made them so pretty. no girl could say 'no' to a guy that handsome with pretty flowers on top.

"t-thanks," hummed jason, handing over the cash with shaky hands that you pretended not to notice. of course he was nervous, he must really like this girl, which isn't you-

"they're- they're for you, you know," jason stated after a few seconds of just standing there. you stopped, brows furrowing before looking up at jason, completely confused.

"what?"

"the flowers. i- i- i bought them for you. gods, this is the last time i take romance advice from leo," jason repeated, muttering that last part to himself but you vaguely caught it. he then held the flowers out to you, over the counter that you just passed them to him over.

"i really like you, y/n. i like how much you love your job, i like when you rambled about the meaning of flowers, i like how you dance with the broom when you think no one is looking. yeah, i just- yeah, i like you," jason rambled, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.

"youre so sweet, jason," you hummed, holding the flowers close to your chest and looking at the boy with wide eyes. jason flushed at the compliment, beaming a smile at you in shyness.

"can i take you out sometime?"

"ive got a break in ten."

"good. waiting any longer would kill me, i think."

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #return to sender ౨ৎ #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #jason grace #jason grace x you #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x reader

[hollowed-theory-hall]

what would tom riddle's patronus?

Okay, it took me some time to answer this ask since I needed to spend some time thinking. I didn't really have an answer in mind until your question. It's just something I apparently never thought about. So I was interested in finding the most canon-adjacent answer I can for if Tom Riddle/Voldemort could cast a patronus, what would it be.

So, my approach to finding the right animal was based on a few factors, the first of which:

How exactly is the form your Patronus takes determined?

Because we don't actually get a straight answer in the books. We know Patroni can change with a person, but we don't exactly get an answer on what their form represents and why some couples have matching Patroni.

Basically, I don't know what you expected, Anon, but what you're getting is some rambling about the magical theory behind the Patronus charm followed by why that means Tom gets a certain animal over another.

So, let's start with the basics, the incantation:

"Expecto Patronum"

This is in Latin and literally translates to: "I await/expect a defender"

And Remus Lupin explains what the Patronus charm is as:

“Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus,” said Lupin, “which is a kind of anti-dementor — a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor.” ... “The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can’t hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that the charm might be too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it.”

(POA, page 237)

We also know the patronus is cast by thinking of a happy memory — well, not really. The memory isn't really important; the emotion is. The memory is to help you have the right happy feelings that can fuel a Patronus. "You got to mean it" just like with an unforgivable.

So, what does it tell us about the Patronus:

We have a defender made out of happiness, literally.

This already sounds like something Tom Riddle would struggle with. I don't really see canon Tom Riddle/Voldemort being capable of producing one, but let's assume he can in some hypothetical AU. Let's take a look at a few patroni to see how their form is chosen and why.

Obviously, we have Harry's (and James') stag. A stag symbolizes many things in different cultures, but deer (both Stags and Does, like Lily and Snape) in general symbolize:

The cycle of life and death

Agility and grace

Bravery

Nobility

All this fits the Potters quite well. The nobility and bravery of Gryffindor and the cycle between life and death. Stags actually represent regeneration, as in a return from death, which fits with the Potters' connection to the Paverells and death perfectly.

Stags also symbolize authority, strength, leadership, and fatherhood, while does symbolize femininity, grace, intuition, and devotion. All in all, both animals fit James and Lily well. And while the stag does fit Harry (to a degree), I don't think his Patronus represents him.

I think Harry's patronus is a stag because James' patronus was a stag. Harry was actually convinced his father cast the Patronus when he first saw it in POA. And it makes sense.

I don't remember where I saw this theory, but it essentially was that your patrons would represent a person or an idea that you feel will defend you. It's why certain couples have matching Patroni, why a Patronus can change when you or your feelings about people change.

And Harry, when he casts his Patronus, the idea of his father who he never knew but would have protected him is the idea represented in Harry's Patronus. It's a stag like James' not because Harry and James are so similar (they have very different personalities actually) but because Harry's Patronus is James. It's a stag because James was a stag, and Harry is calling the concept of his father to defend him.

Following this logic, Lily's Patronus is a doe, because she is the doe. Lily's defender is herself. Courageous, noble, graceful and devoted. Lily's devotion to her son is what literally sets the series into motion. The reason she and James match is that they always have. He was always represented by the stag and she was always represented by the doe. Their Patroni aren't matching because of their relationship with each other, but because they are so compatible their Patroni matched from the get-go.

Snape's Patronus is a doe because of Lily. Lily is represented by the doe. As she was Snape's first friend and defender, whenever he calls for a protector, it's Lily.

Let's look at a few other Patroni, like Hermione's otter:

Playfulness

Joy

Family and close-knit friendships

Loyalty

All of this doesn't really sound like Hermione. Ron's Jack Russell Terrier on the other hand:

Loyalty

Courage

Playfulness

Cleverness

Protectiveness

Tanasity

Does sound very in line with who Ron is.

But then who does Hermione's otter represent? Well, an otter is from the weasel family and the list of characteristics looks closer to Ron's list of traits than Hermione's. I think Hermione's otter represents Ron who did step in to defend her since the troll incident in their first year multiple times.

So, where does that leave Tom Riddle?

Well, we established the Patronus becomes your defender, and in Tom's case, it'll be himself. Tom is distrustful and sees himself as more capable than anyone else. Not to mention he never had a real connection or person in his life he could call upon to defend him. So, whatever animal his Patronus is would represent himself as his own defender.

So, which animal represents Tom best?

The first animal I thought of, is of course: the serpent. Snakes are heavily associated with Tom (for obvious reasons) and is an animal we know he has a soft spot for. When looking at what snakes represent, you can see why he is associated with them:

Deceit

Transformation

Power

Regeneration and rebirth (shedding their skin)

Healing (Cadcadeus)

For the most part, the list seems to fit him well. Specifically their association with rebirth and the cycle of life and death by shedding their skin. Deceit and power are also right up Tom's alley. And even transformation considering he rewrote his entire identity to become Voldemort.

But, just "snake" wasn't good enough for me, I wanted to know which kind. And as I wanted his Patronus to be as rare as Harry's stag, I went to the list of official Pottermore possible Patroni to find a snake that is as hard to get in the test as the stag while not being magical.

(Magical Patroni are incredibly rare and to have yourself represented by a magical creature in your Patronus you need to be incredibly unique or incredibly full of yourself. At least, that's how I see it)

And low and behold, there was one on the aforementioned list:

The King Cobra

So I looked up if this snake has any interesting additional unique symbolism that would fit Tom. And, well, there was:

Authority and Leadership

Aggression and Fearlessness

Destruction and Creation

Intelligence and Cunning

Which all in all sounds fitting for Tom Riddle.

I also continued reading and apparently, snakes are associated with lightning by some Native American tribes. And when I saw that I was sold on the idea. Considering how the killing curse is represented by lightning (Harry's scar and the lightning-struck tower being the name of the chapter Dumbledore dies in). It feels appropriate with Tom's connection with snakes.

The King Cobra is actually not really a Cobra and is considered a unique breed of snake, which Tom would approve of. It's also the longest venomous snake and its venom can result in a rapid fatality, as soon as 30 minutes following a bite. It's also a cannibal snake that eats other snakes, including its own kind.

Overall it just fits perfectly, both in traits, symbolism, and how rare and dangerous it is. So, for your question, I think Tom Riddle's Patronus, if he could cast one, would be a King Cobra.

#harry potter #harry potter thoughts #hp #hp thoughts #lord voldemort #hollowedheadcanon #voldemort analysis #voldemort #tom riddle #tom marvolo riddle #patronus #patronus charm #hp headcanon #anon asks #asks #anonymous

[lollytea]

When it comes to Hunter's side of huntlow, one of the most compelling aspects to me is him getting comfortable with wanting, even when he doesn't feel entitled to it.

Hunter's experience with love is very depressingly one sided, with him putting everything into his devotion to his Uncle, and receiving the bare minimum (at best) in return. He's never dared to ask Belos "Can you sit and talk with me for a while? Can you please think fondly of me? Can you be kind to me?" because he's been programmed to believe that this is far more emotional labour from Belos than he deserves to ask for and he should be grateful with what he is given.

Hunter has resigned himself to not expecting much from relationships. Any trace of kindness will have Hunter pledging undying loyalty to whoever offered it to him, because he believes that person is going above and beyond what Hunter deserves.

He's not going to stop them from being kind to him. He will do anything for it. But I wonder if he sometimes feels guilty for accepting it so wholeheartedly. For being too weak to resist the warmth because he's been starved for so long.

Anyway. This friendship with Willow, the budding romantic feelings and the (eventual) relationship.

The popular consensus around the time that Labyrinth Runners aired, was that Hunter wouldn't even be sad if Willow rejected his feelings because her friendship is enough for him. And while I agree that remaining friends with her is first and foremost Hunter's priority, I don't know if he wouldn't be sad. At least a little. Because in this hypothetical scenario, if Willow rejected Hunter, that means that he must have taken a huge leap and done something that he never thought he had any right to do. He asked for more. He revealed to her that he wanted more.

This is a tricky concept to articulate without giving some people the impression that I'm saying Hunter would believe he's entitled to Willow's romantic attention and if she rejects him, he would get all mopey about it. I'm stating quite the opposite.

Would he gracefully accept being rejected? Yes.

Would he make her feel bad about it? No.

Would he continue to treasure his platonic relationship with her because he still adores having her in his life? Of course.

But would he be sad? Even a little? Well....what I'm saying is that I think it would say a lot about his growth and his feelings of self worth if he was a little sad.

He deserves to feel sad.

I think very early on, when Hunter first cut off Belos, he thought he had everything. He had food and shelter and clean clothes and books and a sewing machine and safety and warmth and fun and love. Everyone was so nice to him. This was practically a utopia.

But as time goes on, he should eventually come to terms with the fact that he's not the luckiest boy in the world, but he simply has what everyone is entitled to. These aren't luxuries. They're rights.

And I think an interesting mental journey for him is realizing that it is not disgustingly ungrateful for him to continue wanting, even when life feels idyllic.

It's not selfish to want to kiss Willow, even when being her friend is already so wonderful.

It's normal to want. It's human nature. And he is somewhat human, isn't he?

I like the idea of Hunter taking initiative in steering his relationship with Willow in a more romantic direction (with her consent, obviously). I like what it says about him and how secure he's become in himself.

It demonstrates that even if his insecurities still linger, he is willing to seek out things that he would have once believed himself unworthy of.

Maybe this thing with Willow won't work out. And that's okay. It's just life. But he at least wants to try. He wants to pursue a relationship. He wants more.

I think it puts him in a humiliating position. But also a brave one. Empowering too.

I would like Hunter to stand in front of Willow and unapologetically ask "Will you love me please?"

#huntlow

[beanghostprincess]

okay so for the people in the comments of this post and the other one i wrote about this: i am aware that this is something oda said (i actually don't know lmao i just saw people saying it ngl i doubt he said this and if he did y'all are misinterpreting the shit out of what he said). however, i personally think he meant it in a very specific context of "one of the mugiwaras betraying them in such a horrific way that luffy would have to force himself to say this".

the thing is, there are A LOT of things to have in mind when it comes to this statement. yeah. zoro would kill a mugiwara if luffy asked, but there's a lot going on before that even crosses his mind:

1. luffy would need a valid reason to want to kill a mugiwara (teach level of betrayal). and even then, i doubt he would ask zoro to kill them. but yeah, let's suppose hypothetically that he says that.

2. zoro would instantly assume something's wrong because luffy would NEVER say something like this. some of you act like he would act without hesitation when his devotion to luffy isn't irrational, but unconditional. he would stop, think about it, ask luffy why and if he's sure. and he would even try to stop him.

3. if stopping him doesn't work and the betrayal is bad enough, zoro would kill a mugiwara for luffy.

y'all make it seem like he would do it and kill nami (for example. he would never, tho) without hesitation when he would be the very first one to be against that idea and question luffy's irrationality. the whole thing about these two is that they trust each other bc they believe in each other, not bc they're blinded by love. it's such a deep understanding and trust that they would do anything for each other, and that also includes grounding the other and stopping them if they're wrong.

zoro's trust and loyalty is on luffy, of course, but assuming that it makes him unable to care for the other members of the crew and that it blinds him enough to kill them is just wrong.

answering the question y'all refuse to answer without thinking first: yes, zoro would kill a mugiwara if luffy asked under the right circumstances and after a long time thinking about it, but it wouldn't happen just because.

#anyway i'm tired of this discourse but i needed to say this #i did not just have the longest day at work for people to keep telling me that i'm reading zolu wrong #also what the hell with the devotion thing?? are y'all aware that zoro doesn't need to kill someone to prove he trusts luffy #like he's devoted to luffy in a very gay religious way but damn #dude is an ISTP stop making him act out of character #also tagging this as zolu bc somebody said i was trashtalking zolu and it's literally my fav ship #so this is just out of spite ngl #zolu #roronoa zoro #monkey d luffy #one piece

[damianbugs]

okay so i know it's not at all meant to be this serious but i was thinking about that question "if bruce had to save only one of his kids who would he save" and how that situation would play out with each one of them but this is Specifically between him and dick. now i'm of the (surprisingly unpopular) opinion that bruce wayne is far too complicated of a man — and a father — to even consider picking any child let alone one of his OWN in such a situation but for the sake of technicalities and slightly ooc hypotheticals:

bruce looks over at every one of his kids, not quite meeting eyes but letting them know he sees them. he sees them so viscerally, he looks at their acceptance and something is eating away at him and he feels his heart bleed, filling his chest — and he does not look at dick. he can't. because he knows what sort of thundering disbelief might glare back at him for what he's about to do.

dick can see the way bruce can't even bring himself to look at him as he decides and that's all the confirmation he needs. maybe he can't speak so he's begging and praying to whatever might hear him not me not me bruce for once in your life don't pick me not me. or maybe he's ripping his throat raw begging and praying out loud "not me not me bruce for once in your life don't pick me not me."

bruce has managed to convince himself that every other time he has placed an unimaginable burden or responsibility on dick, that it was for the boys own good. that somewhere, in the pain and the loneliness that there is a lesson. that dick can be better (than bruce).

bruce knows that here, seeing dick's blue eyes ablaze and accusatory, hearing the painful scratch of his plees — that he is doing this for himself. that this choice, this burden, is entirely one out of bruce's selfish devotion to a son who was never quite his to keep. that after this, after what they're both about to lose, after what blame he will once again shift onto dick, he won't ever see his son again. but at least bruce had saved him, this once.

#currently battling a fever and seeing ants in the walls #this is so ooc is kind of makes my skin crawl iwl #but. but i cant dtop thinking about itm... the horrors. #bruce wayne #dick grayson

[cebwrites]

with a teasing s/o (Rosinante, Law, Killer)

i like this prompt a lot actually, y’all feel free to request more characters for this through my asks ٩(ˊᗜˋ )و 💕 

masc reader, he/they law, poly (KilKidd x reader) word count: 0.7k

Corazon

Oh, poor, sweet Rosi. 

You know damn good and well what you do to him when you pull him down by the little flaps on his hat to plant a big ol’ smooch on his cheek then pretend like nothing happened. His heart rate picks up, his knees feel like jelly, and before you know it you’re pulling him out of a nearby garbage bin or putting out another spontaneous fire on his person - sometimes both. He always turns the brightest shade of red and sputters, spins himself in circles trying to respond to your teases, though sometimes all he manages is a cute little pout and crossing his arms for a mock ‘silent’ treatment; it’s just not fair!

It’s okay, Rosinante can never stay mad at you - he was never really angry to begin with - especially not when you sign ‘I love you’ with a sheepish, apologetic smile and his poor gay little heart swells with all the affection, devotion, and admiration that he has for you.

Law

They don’t exactly take it well.

Law likes to think that they’re a person that keeps anything worth teasing close to heart, and that is true with anyone he’s not close with - but with his crew in the safety of the Tang, and especially with you, his boyfriend, in privacy of his own room - Law may or may not slip up every once and again, i.e. anything Germa related, the snow leopard plushy that he’s had with him since Swallow Island, or just in general how cute you think he is whenever he gets really into explaining or expanding on his hyperfixations. If you mention it to them as such, they’re appalled. How dare you imply that he’s any sort of cute, this is an outrage - you’re supposed to be the cute one in this relationship, not them.

It might turn into a petty squabble that actually has him avoiding you for a day or two, cooping up in his office for ‘work’ to deliberately minimize interacting with anyone that could possibly tease him. But you return from a late night bathroom trip to find him already under the covers, turned away from your side of the bed, you apologize if you made them uncomfortable, arms instinctively wrapping around their waist as you affectionately nose the crook of his neck from behind. Law huffs, saying that they’re not mad, and even if it is the wrong opinion, he wouldn’t mind trying to ‘debate’ it with you every now and again, but only if you accepted the premise that even if this was hypothetically true, that you’d still be the cuter one.

And, of course, they’re not the only one with things to tease about, darling  ♥️

Killer

He’s a man that gives as good as he takes, so prepare to be repaid in kind whatever you dish out.

Killer’s teasing is subtle, something you’d have to read between the lines to really pick up on and even then, will he tell you? God no, you started this, figure it out on your own. Killer’s just minding his own business, vibing and thriving. Eventually, it evolves into flat out, non-subtle yet passive aggressive flirting - Kill is always on the more reserved side of things but it’s definitely ramped up on his end, too, going as far ass smacking your ass along with his morning greeting in front of god, Kidd, and everybody. You no doubt get him back later with the same gesture as he walks off the ship to do some scouting with Wire, waving him goodbye as if the obscene gesture was nothing more than a peck on the cheek. 

The crew gets used to it relatively quickly, or at least after the first month of it. Kidd, in all of this, is mildly annoyed - partially because he was left out of the loop and he’s not at ALL grumbly (pouty) about it, and mostly because his boyfriends are acting like complete dweebs. At the end of it all, Kidd pulls you and Killer into his lap and makes a noise that more or less signals as ‘enough, quit your squabbling’

You and Kill put water under the bridge, but unfortunately for Kidd, he didn’t expect that this truce was only a pact for you and Killer to turn your combined teasing focus onto him, instead.

#cebwrites #one piece #one piece imagine #one piece x reader #op x reader #op x you #one piece law #trafalgar law #trafalgar d law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law headcanons #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar d water law #x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #law x male reader #law x masc reader #poly #rosinante corazon #donquixote rosinante #rosi x reader #rosinante x y/n #one piece rosinante #op corazon #corazon one piece #donquixote corazon #corazon x reader #eustass kid #eustass kidd

[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

the ritual of leaving - k. bakugou

—/—

Katsuki walks through the door, and you can see it in his eyes. He doesn’t have to say the words, but he does anyway. He approaches soft, feather-light on feet that usually stomp, hands coming around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry.” He says. “I’ve gotta - they’re sendin’ me out.”

“For how long?”

He can’t meet your eyes. Your stomach drops through the floor.

“Couple’a weeks. Two, three, maybe?”

You know him like the back of your hand. Like an ascetic knows a life of devotion. So you close your eyes then. Start praying the moment you crush him to your chest.

Because his mouth says a couple of weeks, but his eyes say much longer. That he’s doubtful of the commission’s estimation and can’t bear lying to you.

“It’ll be okay.” You breathe into his neck, voice catching as his hands smooth over your back. “Couple of weeks is nothing - I won’t even have time to miss you.”

“Don’t go replacin’ me, alright? I’ll fuckin’ slaughter ya.”

You nod, gently touch your forehead to his when you pull away. You want to hold him close, but know you need to let him go. There is still dinner left to be plated, and you don’t want to cry yet.

You set out for the plates, and he grabs the cups, and when you back up, you run right into his chest. The kitchen is small. It’s small because you both prefer it that way, regardless of his salary. You think there’s something comforting about running into him every other second, about being so intertwined in a space by nothing but your own combined will. You wonder why that will only ever seems to be enough in this room, why it becomes frail and diminutive the moment he steps out your front door.

“Careful.” He says, stabilizing you with a hand on your lower back. “See what happens to ya if you drop my plates.”

You just laugh. Look down at the plates in your hand, the ones you brought from your old apartment. He’s right, you suppose, they are his now - just like every other little piece of yourself. There is no place where he ends and you begin, it’s all the same.

Dinner is a quiet affair, it always is when he’s leaving. Katsuki tries his best, tries telling you about all the new gear he has. About how there’s not a person alive that he’d consent to loosing to. They’re just words, though, just hypotheticals and they don’t make you feel better as much as just the sound of his voice does.

You think he knows that too. Because when he leaves, he surrenders to small talk in a way he’d usually rather be caught dead doing. You wonder how he knows. You’d never told him.

He gathers the plates in a pile after you’ve finished, hands them to where you’re waiting by the sink. You start the water, begin scrubbing, and he’s circled around to the other side of you with a towel in hand.

It’s mindless, really. The routine of it all. You try not to think about the last time Katsuki left, about when you really had dropped one of his plates. It’s not your fault, you reason, he’s the one who insists on doing the dishes together - so, he’s the one responsible for when you hand off a plate to empty air.

He flicks water at you. Stares at the floor with a flat expression when you look at him.

“You’re the only other person in this house,” You can’t help but smile. A smile the widens when you catch him trying to tamp down his own. “I know it was you. You always do this!”

“Do what?”

“You know what.”

You jostle your shoulder into his. Hard enough that the towel Katsuki had been using to dry slips between his fingers. But, you’re used to this routine to, and you catch it before it can touch the ground.

“You make my life a living hell.” You smile, draping the damp towel over his face in revenge.

He lets you. You know he lets you because you’ve seen his reflexes. Katsuki is quick, quicker than you, and if he really wanted to stop you, he would. But he just lifts the edge of the towel, eyes closed, smiling like he’s won something.

“You’re irritating.” You laugh, can’t help yourself. You yank the towel off his head, press it into his hand. “Finish your dishes.”

“You started it.” He shrugs, head tilted down while he gets to work. You know what’s coming next. “Bitch.”

You smack him, square on the chest, and the laughter that peels out of him is almost enough. It almost makes everything worth it when he presses wet fingers into your sides, and suddenly there is no place where his laughter ends and yours begins, and it’s all the same.

“If you don’t get your hands off of me,” You squeal, pressing at his chest. “I will bite them off.”

“Ya sound like me,” He says, equally breathless. “Think you’re tough now or somethin’?”

“I have to be. I live with - you!”

Katsuki throws you over his shoulder, evidently through with the dishes and with your kitchen. You know this part of your routine too, know down to the second just went he puts his hand on the back of your head. He rounds the cabinets with you in his arms, and though you’ve never once hit your head on them, he’s still got a hand there. Just in case.

You think it’d break his heart is he knew just how many times you’d accidentally clipped those cabinets while he was gone.

Katsuki dumps you on the bathroom counter. Tells you to sit and stay while he grabs towels. You consider getting up, but then he’s already back, and the thought disappears like it was never there.

“So, hypothetically, if-“

“No.”

“You didn’t even hear what I was gonna-“

“Don’t need to.” He cuts you off again, turning the shower on. His side on cool, and yours on hot. “The answer is no.”

“What, you think I can’t handle myself?”

“No, I know, you can’t handle yourself.” He turns toward you, begins shucking off his clothes at the same time you do. “I can barely fuckin’ handle you, and I’m me.”

“Which is why those villains would never see me coming.”

Katsuki just looks at you, fondness tilting his smile sideways. He knows this isn’t a real suggestion, just like you know you’d never follow him even if you could. His world is so far removed from anything you know, you’d only ever get hurt. But you ask, every single time he leaves, and he entertains it.

“If I let you out there, we’d have to let every villain go.” He grabs your hand, pulls you into the shower after him. “A single minute with you is like a fuckin’ life-sentence.”

“Hey!”

“Kiddin’ - chill out.” He turns around, but not before you can see the smile on his face.

You soap your hands up, tilting his head back until you can reach his hair. Eventually, the stretch is too much, and you’re shoving him down onto the bench you both had gotten installed just for this very occasion. His arms wind around your stomach, pressing his face to your skin.

He’s quiet while you wash his hair. Quiet while you run conditioner through it. Quiet while you run a sudsed-up rag over his body. Eyes fluttering, like he can barely keep them open.

“Don’t fall asleep.” You admonish, indulgent and soft. “I’m not strong enough to lift you out of here.”

“Figures. I get fuck all nothin’, huh?”

He says that, but he looks up at you and Katsuki’s eyes give him away. There’s nothing but contentment there.

“Yep, absolutely nothing. It’s what you deserve for being a mean, mean man. Now let me go, I’ve gotta wash up.”

“Nah, ‘m fuckin’ settled here. Here’s good.”

He’s got both arms wrapped around you, warm cheek pressed against your lower rib.

“When I rinse my shampoo out you’re going to get it in your eyes.”

“So? Small fuckin’ price to pay, don’t be an idiot.”

You look down at him, and Katsuki looks just as he always does when he’s being intentionally difficult. Unbelievably happy.

“Fine. See what your boss thinks when you go out on your mission blind.”

“I’m my fuckin’ boss.”

“Sure you are, honey.”

Katsuki just grumbles a little at that, wipes his nose on your sternum. Because he’s a child and he knows it’ll make you squeal just the way he likes.

True to his words, he really does stay exactly where he is. Even as you wash your body, even as your washing your face. He only gets up to turn the water off, to grab your towels.

Katsuki wraps you up, scoffing when you can’t help the hearts that flood your eyes.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that. You’re gross.”

It’s like the words fly right over your head. Like you don’t hear them at all as you follow him back to your room.

Katsuki lays out sweats for himself, and a large t-shirt for you. You brush his hair out for him as he sits on the bed, and when you’re done you both pull back the comforter together.

He settles, pulls you close until your foreheads are touching.

“I know we try not to talk about it,” You start, and you can feel the way his eyebrows scrunch. “But I have to know. This isn’t - it’s not going to be that dangerous, right?”

You know how much he hates lying to you. It’s your very favorite thing about him in any other circumstance, but in this one, you wish he didn’t loathe it quite so much. Because the look on his face, the tone of his voice, breaks you.

“I’m sorry,” He starts, grabs your hand from under the blanket. “I’ll be fuckin’ careful. I promise. I’ll make it out.”

The words are quiet, whispered like a secret. Sometimes you miss the confidence of his younger days, when he was cockier, more self-assured. He’s not now - now he’s an adult and he’s watched people die, and being a hero is not what he always thought it’d be.

“You better.”

He just blinks at you, nods, and you pretend you don’t see his wobbling waterline. There is no sorrow there, and there is no crease in his eyebrow, and there is no giant, dangerous, looming thing threatening to steal him away from you.

For now, until the sun rises and calls him out, he is yours. So you tuck him into your shoulder, run your fingers through his hair. Tell him you love him. He’ll tell you to wait, to not say it because he should have to come home to deserve it, but you don’t agree. He’s home now, and for however long you have him, and even after, you will love him.

He falls asleep, perpetually unable to keep his eyes open past midnight. It’s something you love about him. Another one of those little things you’ll think about when he’s gone.

When he’s tucked away somewhere you can’t follow, you’ll close your eyes and imagine he’s closing his at the same moment - wonder if doing the same thing, together, even though you’re apart, will somehow create a tether that yanks him back home.

But, for now, he is home. So you look, and you look, and you look. He’s already got a face-full of little nicks, little scars and scrapes and wrinkles, and you try to map them out. Try to memorize the way he looks now, because you know that when he comes back, he will look different. He always does. Always comes back with countless new scars to join countless new wrinkles.

He shifts next to you in his sleep. Tucks his cheek to his shoulder until his hair is brushing your chin. He smells like your shampoo.

For now, he is yours. The rising sun will have to rip him from your fingers, and only when Katsuki tells you to let go, will you relent. He’ll put on his uniform and you’ll kiss his forehead and another cycle of leaving will start, but you will choose to love him anyways.

On the way out, he’ll tell you that he loves you. That he’ll always come back. You’ll believe it.

—/—

listen, in my defense, im in mourning and @glitterinmyc00chie badgered me into it. and also, if im in mourning?? im gonna put y’all in mourning too!!! so soz for the pain this caused,, rest assured it caused me twice as much to write it

that being said everyone put ur hands together and pray my sweet sweet little honeypie comes back,,, and if he doesnt, prepare for my mf funeral

#bakugou katsuki #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fic #bakugou x y/n #mha bakugou #mha fic

[lizmitches]

I must know your hc for Melissa and children (her own) - did she want them? Did she not? I go back and forth but would love to know your thoughts pls

whew, okay. this is something that i also waffle on quite a bit. thing is, i just can’t imagine melissa with kids of her own. not because she wouldn’t be a good mother, but because i think–at the end of the day–melissa also couldn’t imagine herself having kids.

what i do know is that to melissa, her students are her kids as much as anything else. as we saw in 2x11, she devotes so much of her time and energy not just to teaching her students but to seeing them.

and, if she's being honest, she's always seen the howard girls as a little bit hers. she'd been their safe place when they were little; a listening ear when they wanted to nap under her desk after school or needed a ride home from a party. she'd been there to watch them grow up and loved them with her whole heart–no matter how much they'd grown apart as they'd gotten older.

she had thought about it at one point, though; about what it would be like to have her own. she'd envisioned loud family dinners and yelling at pipsqueaks about muddy shoes in the entryway. she thought about teaching them how to read, how to throw a football. she shuddered at the idea of having an all-out brawl with a teenage girl who had her eyes. she’d seen the possibilities of that life–looked at it from all sides–and hadn’t shied away from it.

except, in all that imagining, she could never see that life with joe.

they’d done their part to at least pretend that kids were in the cards; half baked conversations every year or two that eventually petered out. she even had a scare in her late thirties around the same time things between them were beginning to feel strained. at the time, all she thought was, thank god, something to fix all of this, but in the end it turned out to be a false alarm, and the guilt from seeing a hypothetical child only as a solution to her fractured marriage never really went away.

so when she looks at barbara–both now and when taylor and gina were little–there’s a feeling she can’t quite place. not loss or regret, not even an ache (she likes her life!), just the occasional pull of what if. what if she’d had a partner who made her excited about having a family? what if she’d gotten to enjoy the first steps and the christenings, the graduations and the weddings, with someone who was ultimately her best friend? hell, kids aside, what if she had a partner she could count on to grow old with?

but there are no kids. there is no partner. and at this point in her life she's at peace with that. she's there for her students, for her nieces and nephews, for the young teachers like janine who (however annoyingly) ask for her guidance. she loves every minute of it.

she comes home every night to a clean entryway. she eats dinner alone. she falls asleep while reading on a couch covered in plastic. and most days that’s enough.

but sometimes she still can't help but wonder about the what if.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #barbara x melissa #abbott elementary meta #all i know is that she ends up having kids in canon #they’ll have to do a loooot of convincing for me to believe it

[fated-normal-767]

Okay wait:

Hypothetical “Kronos at least tries to be better” au where Oulixes dies earlier, and Ares is like . A teenager-ish age and Kronos tries to bond with him since, yknow, it IS Oulixes’s son so . (Problem is, Ares fucking Hates Oulixes and hates that this is Kronos’s motivation)

I think Kronos would have such “It’s Over, Isn’t It?” Vibes about it, and Ares would be so fucking pissed at him for a) not moving on from it and b) having the absolute gall to be jealous of Hannah who, by all accounts, did nothing but suffer because of Oulixes’s actions ! So yeah .

Maybe eventually they’ll make up, since at the end of the day, Ares is the only person Kronos has left . And he is trying to. And for all that Ares hates this man … He can recognize that he is trying and he isn’t quite so bad as his father, no matter how devoted he was .

I do think he would enjoy hearing Kronos talk about Dalilah . He will be off put by how …. Not entirely good? This relationship sounds but … Well, he appreciates hearing from someone who genuinely loved his wife . He doesn’t have a lot of positive relationship examples, as you could probably guess, and I think that maybe hearing about someone being so head over heels in love and genuinely happy in a relationship would be comforting to him . (Though he does hope he’ll have better taste when he grows up) y’know ???

Yeah sorry just . Kronos and Ares being begrudging friends / kinda found family lives a tad rent free in my head . I think .

ohhh my god❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ I want ares to tell him to fucking get a life but like affectionately. like he won’t say ‘this is weird and you need to look for help because it’s not healthy’ so he needs to go with that. But the intention is the same. I think Kronos could’ve been a good example of guy who is normal. Unfortunately he isn’t. But he COULD be and you get that.

#ares listening to stories he has just sort of acknowledging it is just . you understand. #ares doesn’t really do that in the original storyline. he just mainly ignores Kronos #they could’ve gotten along well #which I almost think is why ares didn’t listen. it’d leave room for gaining sympathy he couldn’t afford.

[flownwrong]

ask game yay

Happy Wincest Wednesday! (or Sunday in this case) I have a few questions for people to answer. Feel free to answer them all or just one (or none at all) even if you’re not tagged!

what song describes samdean the most?

man. i used to have a painstakingly crafted playlist with like narrative and all but it's been rendered obsolete in the couple years since by the change in both my taste and my perception of them. if i had to choose one right now, i'd go with you and i in unison by la dispute, because la dispute are 1) good poetry 2) good at longing and devotion 3) this particular song is about grief but not loss of love so it feels like a post-finale song (i encourage you to listen or read the full lyrics)

I will sing sweetly, hope that the notes change but

I do not need it to happen. I’m not resigned to it. And

If they never do I’ll sing your name in every line

Just like I did throughout this, just like I’ve always done

In every gun, the empty church, and every tortured son

In all those giving up, in all those giving in

Until I die I will sing our names in unison

my other go-to artists for them would be mount eerie and, ig, townes

if spn was set in europe, what country would the Winchesters be from? What language/languages would they speak (+ what car would they drive if not the impala, kinda)

haha okay i don't have any strong headcanons but i can tell you about a specific russian au we had going with friends and even meant to ttrpg the setting a little but it never worked out

dean was driving an old volga gaz-21 third series (which might have connotations that do not need exploring at this juncture but i'm actually very bad at both cars and soviet history lol) which would be pretty damn cool if lovingly maintained all the way from 60s to 2005 and of course dean would call it "lastochka" (a common endearment for beloved cars) only i have no idea how possible it would be for hypothetical john to get one in the first place

and he wouldn't really have grown up on bootlegs of western music so much as the likes of Kino and maybe even Grazhdanskaya Oborona which was weird af but also massively beloved across different classes subcultures and backgrounds so

talking monsters of the week, i'd love to see their ass kicked by a rusalka (mermaid but creepier) or even a domovoy for comedy (those are generally helpful but mischievous) and get into all kinds of trouble with an array of superstitions while helping the babushkas who give the superstitions power by relying so strongly on them, especially in little villages...

is there a project you’re working on currently? Do you have a line or sketch from it to share?

maybe? i hope to rework one of my longer wips into a short but finished (god please) fic but don't hold your breath

what’s the first fanfic for supernatural you’ve written? Did you publish it? Or if you don't write: what's the first fanfic you remember reading?

yeah, i've published it. was for first-time fest, where you picked an episode and did a first-time. coincidentally, i was going through my drafts and found a 2+ years old reblog of it i never posted, so since i didn't even reblog it for timezones then, have a link now (if you read it and like it feel free to reblog this blast from the past haha)

is there another codependent/enmeshed duo from a different fandom you enjoy? Are there parallels to Sam and Dean?

jesus. dunno, i don't think so? they have quite a unique combo of wholesome/dark/devoted

what type of wincest dynamic do you currently enjoy most? (sexual, platonic, dark, fluffy, early seasons, etc.)

the same one i've always enjoyed most — late seasons kind of bittersweet but securely established relationship vibe (in spirit of self-promotion, do check out my ao3 for more of the same haha!)

tagging whoever wants to be tagged etc etc. @prince-of-elsinore tysm for tagging me—it was fun!

#tag games #spn #wincest #samndean

[kallso]

[Interior: A dimly lit bedroom set with a tacky desk and a worn-out armchair. The host, a middle-aged man with a mischievous glint in his eye, sits behind the desk, adjusting his tie. The camera zooms in as he leans forward with a smirk.]

Host: Hello my Sluts, whores, and asexual boars! Welcome to my shitty talk show, where we dive deep into the cesspool of absurdity that is our world. I'm your host, the biggest asshole you’ll ever meet! Well maybe other than your mother in law, Let's jump right into today's dumpster fire of news, shall we?

[Opening theme music plays as the camera cuts to the host, who leans back in his chair with a devilish grin, adjusting his tie and picking up a tacky #1 host mug.]

Host: Our first tale of debauchery involves none other than the prince of the underworld himself, running off with a mortal cowboy enthusiast. Looks like Hell just got a little hotter, folks. Or maybe a bit colder depending on Hades reaction!

[Cut to a mock news graphic displaying a fiery background with the words "Hades' Hoedown: Prince Runs Wild!" before transitioning to the next segment.]

Host: Next up, we have a story that's sure to tickle your funny bone and maybe even your prostate if you're into that sort of thing. A teenager with blue hair and pronouns has become absolutely obsessed with a new anime character. Teenagers really do, scare the shit out of me. Let's hope they don't take their devotion to the next level and start another fanfiction harem.

[The camera pans to the host, who chuckles painfully, staring off into the great abyss before moving on to the next segment.]

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[Cut to a fake commercial featuring a familiar boston man in a baseball cap wielding a Tommy Gun with a silencer, shooting it at obnoxious people who suddenly fall silent.]

Host: Ah, capitalism at its finest, folks. Now, let's move on to a story that'll shock you faster than a car battery to the nipples. A teenage boy with minor electrical abilities finds himself in a bar fight over war veteran discourse. Talk about shock therapy gone wrong! Witnesses say that it escalated from a drunken hypothetical conversation, to this loser going off and trauma dumping about shit nobody cares about! Gotta love that stereotypical depressed aggressive man trope!

[The camera zooms in on the host, who raises an eyebrow suggestively.]

Host: Looks like someone got their wires crossed, but hey, at least he'll have a shocking story to tell his cellmates.

[Finally, the host leans forward, his eyes visibly pained, looking at an obviously poorly written script as he prepares for the last segment.]

Host: And now, for our grand finale, a tale so absurd it'll make you question your own sanity. Picture this: a nun, a rabbi, and a dominatrix walk into a bar... Well, you can fill in the rest. Let's just say it involves a rubber duck, a bottle of lube, and a restraining order. Ah, the joys of living in a world where anything can happen and usually does.. okay who the hell wrote this?

[The camera pans out as the host rubs his temple, tired from attempting to make the poorly written news article into anything mildly interesting.]

Host: What an uneventful day it was! Gods this was painful, but oh so fun! Let’s see how long it takes for this to be taken off the air, I’m going for a week! Jokes aside, I’ll be here to make you awkwardly laugh at my unfunny jokes next week!

#parody #ocs #oc #writing #concept #character concept

[bellafragolina]

Hi dear!! Okay let’s say, hypothetically, that I am deeply in love with how you write Laventon. Can I get some marriage headcanons pls? Have a good day/night!! <33

I'm gonna have to ask you to marry me because you are so big brained and wonderful that I need you in my life rn pls

🍓🍓🍓

Laventon is a very devoted husband. His favorite thing is rising before you in the morning, and placing kisses on your face to help you wake up. He makes you tea as well, plus whatever breakfast your prefer. He loves being able to spend peaceful time with you in the morning, and watching you be sleepy and try to wake up is one of his favorite sights

You two probably work together, both on the survey corp. Laventon loves having you around the office, helping him with the Pokédex. He'll sit with you at his kotasu and occasionally grab your left hand to kiss the rings he put there. Your smile whenever he does it lights up his world (and you also kiss his cheek in return, which is a bonus)

Cyllene is so done with you both. She's trying to work, but she can hear you both being giggly and romantic in the other room. Laventon is waltzing you around, waxing poetry about your beauty, and you're laughing so hard you can only stumble after him. His smile is so wide. Cyllene is ready to retire.

You tend to eat your meals together at the Wallflower, but you also make stuff at home. It's a nice bonding activity, working together to cook something for you both, though you both tend to get a little distracted by one another. If you burn dinner, you just end up going to the Wallflower to be so grossly in love there

As you wind down for the night, he'd like to waltz you around again by candlelight. It's slower, calmer, with your head on his shoulder/against his chest while he rest his head on yours. Your hearts beat in sink, and you both just fall deeper in love with one another.

Laventon will read you to sleep, or help you fall asleep by talking about Pokémon. He holds you against him, and plays with your hair as he talks or reads. You feel safe and warm in his embrace, ready to wake up and have a brand new adventure with him tomorrow

🍓🍓🍓

i would marry that man in an instant. i love him.

Hope you liked it, love! Have a great day!

~Renee

#professor laventon x reader #laventon x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[andydrarch]

One: oh shit flight rising

Two: thinking abt Yumie/ko being very worried about being a bad parent because we all know she had a bad time and she doesn't want to carry that forward

Flight rising!!! Not as active as I used to be but I swing by once in a while lol

Read more-ing bc I’m gonna pop off a lil

I ABSOLUTELY think they worry about being a bad parent A LOT. Yumiko’s biggest concern is more in the knowledge area, she’s like convinced she’ll do something on accident and cause her kid to develop a disorder like her. Or she’s worried that the switching between her and Yumie will be too confusing for a kid and cause some sort of trauma.

Yumie on the other hand is like, CONVINCED that by default she’d be a shitty parent. She’s not nurturing, and even though she does have people she loves, she doesn’t believe she has any of the skills necessary to be a mom. In like, this hypothetical parenthood scenario, I think Yumie would be trying to preemptively distance herself from it for a while, classify it as a Yumiko and Heinkel thing and leave it at that, because she can’t fuck up a kid she doesn’t help with.

In the end when they actually have a kid, they both realize that they’re a little more equipped the handle it than originally anticipated. Yumie esp, upon seeing her kid for the first time, would go full on protective instincts and realize that oh yeah, THAT’S how she shows affection. Yumiko would also read like 50 billion parenting books and just end up super overwhelmed only to have everything click pretty fast once things start

Heinkel I also think would have some concerns about being a good parent. But, I also think she has enough combined experience of helping at the orphanage and having such a good parental role model in Anderson to feel okay about how she would handle things. Obv Yumi had those experiences too, but I think as people, Yumiko gets much more nervous about things she hasn’t 100% experienced than Heinkel. i.e the difference between assisting with raising kids and having the sole responsibility of raising a kid

In the end, I think the three of them would be very devoted to giving a kid the loving, stable family they wished they had growing up, and that’s really the most important trait to have!

#andy says random crap #in general i don’t think they’d worry about continuing the abuse they faced as much as starting a diff type without realizing it #heinkel wolfe #yumie takagi #yumiko takagi #Yumikel #thank you for the ask!!!!! #I had a lot of fun writing this out 🥹

[deedoesadraw]

@luxophane @picklecroissantkl

Blame these two.

TW: discussions of cannibalism

Okay. For starters, I'd like to preface this with the fact this a Hypothetical between two consenting and wanting participants. I am not condoning the cannibalism of unwilling or unwanting parties of any kind.

With that out of the way.

We just gonna sleep on how romantic cannibalism is or what? I mean. The action of eating another person or feeding a part of yourself to your beloved is like. How is that not inherantly romantic??

We give parts of ourselves to our partners and lovers all the time, so to shift that giving from metaphorical to Literally, to Physically, is just such a strong thing.

And we can't negate the loving action of feeding someone in general. To sustain them, to energize them, to care for them. With cannibalism you are loving them and making sure they are happy and healthy and eating with an ingredient No One else can give them. But. You.

It's personal. It's special.

You're giving up a small piece of your energy, your physicality, to sustain and tend to your lover in return for them loving you in return for you loving them. It's this little cycle of love and adoration and care that is accentuated by the sharing of the body in a way no one else can.

And it's also gratifying in general for the person giving! It's being able to know Your cells, Your energy, Your matter Specifically is the thing going inside your partner, filling your partner. It's the knowledge of that matter dispersing inside them and adding to the many cells at work inside their body. In this act you are Actively Physically Becoming not only part of them? But an Active part of them.

And no body tell me that doesnt appeal, because it's literally just the appeal of sex but Literally fucking better don't even @ Me.

And the devotion of it. The trust you must have in someone to bare through the potential pain, the recovery of taking a part of yourself to feed your partner, which by all means is no small task and will require aftercare. And that's not even mentioning the scarring of the act which, this will scar. But ohh the mark is such a loving reminder. It's a permanent mark on your body reminding your lover how much you love them and reminding you how happy it made you and them to give up a piece of yourself in such a way!

It's under the exact same vein as getting your partner's name tattooed on your body, but it's so much sweeter because with a tattoo it can feel sort of like.. ownership (which by all means, whatever floats your boat, you do you) but with the scarring of cannibalism it's an implication that you Cared for your partner to do this and that your partner cared enough to take the tissue that your body is missing.

Cannibalism, conceptually, is stupidly fucking romantic and I will die on this hill. If I had the means and pain tolerance to do it, I'd cook a chunk of myself and feed it to my partner, if they so chose to enjoy such a meal, in a heartbeat.

Because it's not Just about "your partner eating human meat". That's not the focus. It's "your partner eating and being sustained By You. You." And if you can't manage to see past the first message to properly enjoy the second then like idk, get better love I guess lol /hj

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I also have some choice words about consensual romantic murder too.

I think it is important, but fairly obvious, to note that I am mentally ill and reblog Cluster B posts for a reason.

#welp #here we are folks #Oh God Oh Fuck (Unhinged Ramblings Tag) #cannibalism #consensual cannibalism #romantic cannibalism #undiagnosed bpd #bpd love #tw cannibalism #obsessive love #look at least with this I dont gotta worry about getting preggo too alright tHAT'S ALL I'M SAYING #that's not to say it's a kink thing #it's not #I purely discuss this in a romantic context #hm #note to self post the different types of love and different types of sex #if they want those cracked ass essays I guess #Ramblings

[reides]

FOR DEAREST REIDES: the hanged man, the fool, the star! i would also LOVE to see - judgement, temperamence, and the world ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

major arcana questions

YAY THANK YOU BREE!!!! ♡ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

12. the hanged man: how open is your muse to new opportunities? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way? reides is a fun little mix here because i think he absolutely looks out for stuff that catches his interest - he's a scholar, after all - but like. MOST THINGS DO!!! so in that sense i think he enjoys going with the flow a whole lot - just not in a complacent sort of way, you know? he actively explores anything he's presented with and it's extremely easy for him to get really invested in stuff. opportunities literally just fall into his lap because he has that boundless curiosity about the world around him. he's a lot more responsible than he used to be, but that'll never change.

00. the fool: what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings? does it frighten them or excite them? back when reides ran away from his home, he considered his arrival in the surface world as a new beginning - and it signified freedom above all else. which was exciting! very much so! but as time passed, he realized that... some stuff just sticks to you, no matter how far you run. moreover, stuff sticking to you isn't necessarily a bad thing. those things are what make you who you are!!! and for something new to begin, something else has to end!!! so... you know. it's. Complicated. of course, if it's a new beginning like a new adventure, or a new research project, or something along those lines... (i.e. not quite as serious as attempting to rebuild one's life LMFAO) he's all ears and very, very excited about it! but if it means escapism or abandoning stuff that he loves, he definitely now has reason to pause and. well. resist.

17. the star: what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing? what guides your muse? first and foremost, reides finds a lot of comfort in his connections with other people: his friends, his boyfriend, his family. all of them are extremely important to him and offer him guidance in their own unique ways. but i definitely want to give a special shoutout to how much comfort reides gets from his magic. in laverathia, sorcerers and clerics are common; they're gifted their power from their god, persana. reides never got that inherent ability to cast spells despite always loving magic, and he, of course, took it pretty hard (and it absolutely did give him a bit of a crisis of faith). but once he realized that he could teach himself how to cast spells, it really changed like... everything about his life. laverathia has no schools devoted to wizardry, so he got virtually no guidance beyond what he could string together from locked-away spell scrolls and that a mostly-ruined spellbook belonging to some wizard he never got to meet - but that made it all the more empowering to him. like, his magic always felt like it belonged to him. even if it was clunkier or messier or weaker than what other wizards could hypothetically do, those are the arcanic formulae that HE strung together with his own ink; that HE tested, all on his own. i feel like his approach to it really is just so... emblematic of his stubbornness as a character. in a lot of ways, his magic was born out of his sense of loneliness - but also his sense of wonder, too. it also pretty much wiped away his crisis of faith because he now thinks that persana granted him a favor by allowing him to approach magic like this LMAOOO like he wouldn't change it for the world. so like shoutout to persana too because he definitely guides reides in a very special way, as well.

20. judgement: is your muse forgiving of themselves? how about of others who wrong them? reides tends to have a rough time with forgiving himself; he represses a LOT which is kind of... not good!! usually he needs someone to literally grab onto him and tell him that it's okay, otherwise he just locks up his (perceived) failings and... yeah. :( it's definitely one of his more subtle flaws - since he's essentially mastered putting on a cheerful front even when he is like absolutely fucking miserable internally - but it's very much there. he has a lot of guilt going on. it's gotten better with time (especially since he's made amends with his family - for the most part, anyway) but it's a reflex that you don't really grow out of all that quickly. as for others who wrong him... he can definitely offer them a bit of compassion, since he's very empathetic and understands that people have their reasons for hurting other people, sometimes. he's not one to hold onto a grudge if someone apologizes for how they treated him. like (reides voice) it's water under the bridge, as the surfacers say. BUT LIKE THAT BEING SAID he is extremely, extremely protective of the people he loves. he has a VERY hard time with being compassionate towards people who wrong those close to his heart. like he can take it, whatever, he's reides - but if you fuck with his people, you cross a line. and then he can get pretty vicious.

14. temperance: does your muse make plans? how impulsive are they? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them? oh reides is definitely impulsive LMFAO something gets his attention and he's like hehe... hehehe... that's fun. don't mind if i do. LKDFL;DFKG he has a mischievous streak and can get really hung up on exploring a certain idea. sometimes his little urges can result in pretty serendipitous circumstances (for example, him finding the spellbook that literally kickstarted his foray into wizardry) but at other times they land him in a whole lot of trouble (e.g. him asking his father to be an ambassador to the lands that his father absolutely hated and getting like. 100lbs of trauma thrown on top of him in the aftermath of. that). for better or for worse, reides is just really in-tune with his instincts and actively wants to listen to them. as for how he deals with the resulting Situations... when it comes to issues with other people, he's a naturally earnest person, so i guess he mostly just relies on his charisma. despite being kind of naive, he has rly good ~people skills~. if he's given the chance to explain his course of action, i feel like he can usually gently sway others to see stuff from his point of view, which minimizes the chance of his actions resulting in genuinely awful circumstances. there are obvious exceptions to this LMAO like he is not immune to the consequences of his actions. but he's still a very endearing person!!! when it comes to stuff that's not related to other people or connections, reides 100% relies on his smarts to worm his way out of tricky situations, though. that definitely includes his abilities as a spellcaster. :3c

21. the world: is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish? what will they do when they complete that goal? it's a very like... all-encompassing goal without a definite end, but reides wants to learn a whole lot and change the world for the better. he wants to be strong enough to keep his loved ones safe and he wants to be a good prince to his people. he struggled with the laverath name for most of his life, and he's now determined to muster the will to hold his head up high and be the symbol of hope that his people need him to be. related to that, he's putting his whole heart and soul into his position as laverathia's ambassador - like, he's taking it more seriously than anything ever in his WHOLE LIFE - and definitely wants to play a role in helping laverathia with being less hostile to the surface world. (also, to maybe make amends with his father. he's TRYING, but... it's complicated).

of course, he also desperately wants to succeed in his current quest with his companions!! that goes along with changing the world for the better, right? he has no idea what he'll do, should they succeed - but it'll be a fucking wonderful day, and firewhiskey will be involved. that's for certain.

#reides #replies #sangre