#made me laugh and cry and was such an Experience. i adore them all but may specifically made me sob at some parts dfjkldfh

[luvvixu]

satoru's little contentment

content: husband!gojo, reader has a son with him along with megs and miki, the beef between megs and toru is real you can't argue with me, teeth-rotten ig?, i'm having a baby fever for a while now huhu, blaming my gf cuz she keeps on showing me baby vids on tiktok—now i want one... not proofread, too lazy, maybe later lmaoaoa

nothing makes gojo satoru content other than seeing his own family here with him.

like at this moment, his family were just hanging around in the gojo estate garden where it used to be boring but now there's a life into it after marrying you. and you, who has a deep love for gardening stuff, you decided to give the house a makeover.

"these are the water lilies that mama planted when she was pregnant with you." with your son in your embrace, you pointed the different types of plants you personally plant.

satsuri was amazed by the colorful plants while you watched the carbon copy of your husband's blue eyes glisten in awe. your heart melts when you see your son tries to communicate with you with his babbles and hand gestures.

planting a kiss on his fluffy cheeks, you couldn't help but to let out a laugh on how adorable your son is. "ooh. i can't wait for the two of us to plant together! we could fill this whole estate with plants and even flowers!" you squeal.

your son tries to wiggle himself free as he would like to be down for a moment and play with nature, or should you say.

satsuri ran around while satoru, who was casually sitting under the tree, watched his loving wife and his adorable son grab some stones using his small tiny hands and give them to his mother, seemingly asking if he could eat them.

"baby, we cannot eat those." your giggly voice echoes in his ears pleasingly. your baby sensed something that was against his will as his lips formed into a pout and was about to cry when you immediately picked him up to console your poor baby.

"these are rocks." you grabbed the stone on his hand, gently tapping his skin using it. "see? these are hard and sharp too. one stone could hurt you, it could hurt you more if you eat it." you tried to explain it to your son well. sadly, he still didn't buy it.

satsuri let out a wail, tears are also now streaming alongside his face. being a protective mom you are, you immediately console your son while walking towards your husband to also ask for some assistance.

"oh no, my little tough guy is crying. did mama fight you? don't worry, your amazing dad will avenge you." satoru takes his son into his hold, cradling him while giving you a meaningful look.

"hush your trap, why would i even fight my own baby?" you snarl at your husband who was just laughing at your expression. satoru knows you hate it when you're making your child cry. although it is something that you should get used to in order for your child to grow morally, not spoiled.

satoru then looked down at satsuri who was now calm after being cradled in his father's embrace. everytime he would look into his son, he would always say in his mind that they were right — you were right, satsuri is really a carbon copy of him.

the only feature that his son inherited from you is a streak portion of your hair color on the side of satsuri's hair. then the rest, it resembles him.

on the contrary, satoru wished satsuri wouldn't inherit his ignorant, nuisance, troublemaker, and hard headed personality when he was way back younger. the man specifically doesn't want his son to experience the things he does inside the jujutsu world.

basically, all he could have wished and asked for is that satsuri must have inherited your soft, kind, and loving personality. those every trait of yours that made him fall in love with you. and now, that got him staring at his son for too long, hoping that satsuri would grow just like you.

hell, if he could only forbid his son to avoid being a sorcerer, then he would! but he knows in the end that satsuri would be the one who will decide his faith.

"oh, it's three in the afternoon. it's my turn to pick up gumi and miki." suddenly, you wake him up from his daydreaming session. with a hump, you stand up along with satoru.

"let's pick them up together. it would be nice to see satsuri pick up his siblings too." satoru suggested and you liked the idea. without any further, you two head to your car and drive away. you are the driver right now, of course.

"mom!"

as soon as you exit the car, you see tsumiki waving and smiling at you as you watch her skip her way towards you with megumi trailing behind her.

you kneel down to greet them in your arms. "hi, my babies! how's school?" you asked them, still giving the two your big warm hugs.

"it was fine. my friends and i gossip a lot during our break time and i can't wait to share it with you." you are tsumiki's number two gossip buddy (satoru is the first one, definitely) since both of you are female. most likely, there were times where only the two of you would understand since it's a girls thing.

"how about you, gumi?"

"just a normal one." your other baby boy answered, megumi is still wrapping his arms around your body as you sensed the fatigue in his voice.

"come on, let's head back to the car." you're about to stand up but megumi still refuses to let go. smiling to yourself, you know what he wants so you picked him up and carried him in your arms.

immediately, megumi planted his face on the crook of your neck while tsumiki volunteered to carry his bag — what a sweet girl.

"my sweet gumi must be very tired. do you want me to set up a futon in the backseat?" you cooed.

"yes please." megumi snuggles like a kitten in your embrace, making you smile and giggles at his cute tactics.

tsumiki giggles too at his brother's behavior. both of you know megumi was more fond of you among all. ever since satoru bought them home, megumi finds himself getting more attached to you and sees you as his mother figure.

the three of you proceed to the car. as tsumiki opened the door, she was greeted by a man and baby's voice who seemed to be laughing.

"tsuri! you're here!" tsumiki's face instantly grew brighter at the sight of her little brother. while megumi, his head instantly shot up from your shoulder at the sound of his other brother's name mentioned.

"hello satsuri." despite the sleepiness in his voice, there's still a hint of excitement in his voice.

"hey! i was here too!" the other baby — i mean, satoru pouted when his two children didn't even bother to greet him the way they greet satsuri.

megumi instantly snarls at satoru while tsumiki was kind enough to greet him with the same energy. your husband raises his eyebrows when he realizes that megumi was literally clinging on to you, again.

satoru doesn't have a problem with that, but there's a time when megumi would literally steal your attention away from him when it's just both of you. he just feels that megumi was doing it on purpose. behind his back, he knew megumi would smirk at him or even stick his tongue in his face.

"megs, i'm going to bring you down for a moment. i'll just set up the futon for you and tsumiki." when you get approval from your son, you bring him down and start to do your thing with the help of your husband, of course

you saw your three children playing with each other near the car. you told them not to go far away or they'll get into an accident.

"say, i'm not really in the mood to cook. should we take the kids outside for dinner?" you suggest as you flatten out the sheets of the futon. while satoru was busy double checking the safety of the bed.

"sure, it would be nice too since you've done a lot for us everyday. rest is also very important too, hm? don't forget that, my little wifey." you rolled your eyes but still smiled at his cheesy tease, but you knew satoru was just concerned for you, especially.

"okay, let's go home. it's still early and the kids need to do their assignments." you called out for your three kids who are excited to lay down on the set up futon.

your kids instantly find their spot inside as satoru starts the car. it was him driving this time since satsuri wants to be fed from you.

"sweethearts, did you wear the safety belts?" your two babies nodded. whenever you guys would set up the futon, satoru modified the space with safety belts just in case any accidents would happen, the kids would not be harmed.

looking at your children again, you saw megumi was already fast asleep as soon as he lay down. while tsumiki was watching some miraculous ladybug on her ipad. satsuri was unfortunately not with them since he's still a baby and it's very dangerous to let him sit without any supervision of grownups.

"ouch! don't bite too hard on mama, satsuri." you winced when your son bit your nipple a bit harder than the usual sucking, making satoru look at you in worry.

satsuri was now growing his teeth, so it's a double challenge to endure his sucks. thankfully, satoru was there to remind his baby to suck properly even though satsuri could barely register a word.

"satsuri, milkies are supposed to be suck carefully. want me to demonstrate it to you?" your husband is a bastard as he playfully mumbles the last statement, making you glare at him instantly.

"satoru!" if only he's not driving, you would've smacked the hell out of him. satoru just managed to let out a laugh while keeping his eyes on the road.

thank god, megumi was fast asleep and tsumiki was too engaged on her show, while satsuri is still a baby. but that is not an excuse to behave in such a way in front of your children.

"oopsie daisy! i'm so sorry, my wife. didn't mean to be very voluntary." satoru laughed at his own joke. you just snarled at him and just focused on your baby who was getting drowsy at any minute.

the rest of the ride was fine. just satoru humming a pop tune that he heard over the radio, tsumiki is still busy on her show, megumi was snoring lightly, satsuri is now fast asleep too, while you stay as you.

"baby, can we get some cakes? i am craving for some."

"no. you have to wait after dinner." you deadpanned. seems like his sweet tooth is kicking again. it makes you reminisce when you're still pregnant with your youngest. satoru was craving food more than you do and it somehow confused you.

"but baby—"

"the kids would not properly eat their dinner if they proceed to dessert first. you have to wait, satoru."

"okay." the only available choice for satoru is no choice. that's why his pout is longer than usual, good thing you're getting a bit immune to that. but that doesn't mean you're always enduring his puppy eyes.

sooner than later, the whole family was now home. satoru was carrying the sleepy satsuri while you're carrying the sleepy megumi and tsumiki was walking on her while carrying the bags.

satoru refuses to leave his eyes on you as you walk inside the house. he made a comment on how clingy megumi is and you shouldn't be carrying him because the little boy's now growing.

you replied to him that it's fine and you want to carry him while you still can. like he said, megumi was now growing and you want to cherish those moments to its fullest. satoru was softened by your words. but that doesn't mean his concern about you lessened, so he suggests that he would be the one who's going to carry megumi.

however, your middle child refuses to be held by your husband, that's why both of you ain't got no choice again but to let megumi be carried by you.

"you should've just left him sleeping on the pathway." satoru mumbles. you just shoot him a knowing look because another war would break out if megumi found out that satoru talked about him behind his back. thank goodness, megumi was a heavy sleeper.

"you agree with me, right, satsuri? that your older brother should've just sleep outside?" satoru whispers to his son. it was audible to you, so you're not sure if it was intentional for you to hear him say or not.

somehow, it brings a small smile to your lips despite his silliness, you know he didn't mean that at all. stroking megumi's hair just to make sure he's comfy in your embrace, you decided to counter his words.

"and you'll be sleeping outside too if you keep on teaching my son bad behavior and talking crap to my other son too."

part 2?

©luvvixu2023

#SATORU IS SO HMM #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen #anime #fanfic #fluff #luvvixu #megumi fushiguro #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #jjk #jjk fluff #megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #tsumiki

[leviathans-watching]

I have an request for you- is it alright if you do an fanfic where the brothers, dateables, and even the new characters get turned into toddlers? And now (mc) had to care of them? But Luke turns into a baby. A really fluffy, motherly thing? Idrk it's my first time requesting from you- it's alright if you don't want to do it though! :D -chickechee 🐥

when they turn into toddlers

includes: barbatos & gn!reader, & everyone else (no pronouns mentioned)

rated g | wc: .5k | m.list

a/n: oml this was so cute i hope you enjoy!! i have more baby!luke here as well. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi <33

reblogs are greatly appreciated

“oh my god!” you look around the room in horror. “what the hell happened?”

barbatos looks like he hasn't slept in a week. it’s only been a few hours since the initial incident. “what always does,” he answers tiredly, shifting toddler–yes, toddler!–diavolo to his other hip. “someone touched some cursed relic they weren’t supposed to and the effect was disastrous.”

“that’s one word for it,” you murmur. everyone, except for you and barbatos, had regressed into children. infants, even. barbatos had made quick use of the castle’s nursery, left over from one of the previous rulers, and turned it into something daycare-esque, thankfully providing a safe space for them all to be that would keep them out of harm's way, as well as trouble.

as you watch, mammon rises onto shaky legs, making his way over to levi, who’s playing with blocks. “oh please tell me he’s not going to do what i think he’s going to do,” you moan.

“he’s going to do exactly what you think he’s going to do,” barbatos replies, and sure enough, in one deliberate movement, mammon knocks over all of levi’s hard work. immediately, levi begins to scream, startling mammon, who falls back onto the padded ground and begins to cry himself.

“oh, shush.” moving more on instinct, you scoop levi up, patting his back gently. “you’ll be alright, honey.”

he quiets, staring at your face. you wonder if he recognizes you. mammon is still crying, so you set levi back down and move on to comforting him.

“that wasn’t very nice, now, was it?” you ask gently. “let’s not knock over other’s towers, okay?”

he sniffles, rubbing at his eyes with tiny fat baby hands, and it’s just the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. when you go to set him down, he holds tight, and you realize that apparently, he was just as clingy as a toddler as he is now. wonderful.

shifting him to one side, you take stock of everyone else, making sure there are no immediate concerns. simeon, rapheal, and lucifer are sitting together, coloring (and jesus christ you’re going to need to pull out your camera right now), diavolo is still in barbatos’ capable grasp, beel and belphie are napping quietly in a pile of blankets, solomon is telling something to asmo and satan in incomprehensible toddler speech, and mephisto and thirteen are busy playing on their own. you spy a crib in the corner, which must hold luke, who barbatos had said had regressed into an infant rather than a toddler.

“you’re good with children,” barbatos observes, and you sigh.

“i always did like them. i spent my teenage years as a babysitter and camp counselor so i have some experience under my belt,” you explain. “so are you, by the way.” you’ve long stopped being surprised by the fact that barbatos is skilled at literally everything.

“yes, well, it helps that they’re a bit better behaved like this than when they are normally,” he says, and you can’t help but laugh. against your shoulder, mammon echoes your laugh, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. eh, he’s got a demon’s immune system, he’ll be fine.

“how much longer are they going to stay like this?” you ask, and barbatos shrugs.

“probably two or three more hours,” he says.

“just enough time to have to give them lunch while they’re like this,” you say with a slow-dawning horror. “which should be super easy and not difficult or tiring at all.”

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

#obey me #obey me game #obey me shall we date #swdom #omswd #obey me x reader #obey me x you #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #simeon obey me #solomon obey me #luke obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #barbatos x reader #barbatos x you #barbatos x mc #obey me fluff #obey me imagine #chickechee #answered asks

[laurzzz]

Robo-Boyfriends AU (My Sona Version) - Effort

Woe word-less comic be upon ye! I think it's very fitting with my sona being mouthless LMAO. I haven't worked on RBAU in a short while so take this thingy before I continue to work on MO again :thumbsup::thumbsup:

Explanation/vent under the cut (it's VERY long, so know you've been warned)

I'm tired. I'm tired of pretending it doesn't affect me at all. I'm tired of not wanting to express genuine frustration on my blog. I've been trying my best to keep my blog and every other platform I have as a place of escape for myself. I want it to only be filled with mostly good and optimistic things. I already get enough crap and more in my private life, I don't want to see reminders of them in places where I want to escape. Which is why I've been pretending to not see the numbers, that I don't feel under appreciated, that I don't vent as much when I want to or when I do I'm quick to delete them.

I know that many artists online go through this and have expressed their frustration on this experience-- where they put in so much effort and time on their works and they barely get any feedback or interactions or when they do get feedback it's often on the works they don't even put that much effort in. I love RBAU and Cloud Nine.. they're my AUs that basically gained the most traction here but the time and effort I gave to making those comics and random pieces of gradient-themed drawings don't even compare to the rendered pieces or the animated works I've made for them.

As much as I appreciate the reblogs and comments on the posts that reached so many people, I often wonder why it's always the works that I didn't put my all into. It makes me feel discouraged... not in continuing to draw or make creative work, but to actually put in more effort. But if I'd do that--stop putting in more effort-- then I would only make myself even more miserable as I don't like stagnation. I hate stagnation. I hate getting bored of the things that mean so much to me. Sharing my art and improving on it means too much to me.

But it's weird because I tend to observe the interactions with other blogs. They look to put in so much effort and make such beautiful rendered pieces that I adore and yet they are appreciated as deserved. While there are artists who make "shitposts" (their words) who also gain so much traction and appreciation. This observation makes the voices in my brain start correlating the quality of my work to the interactions. If I'm being completely transparent, I get these thoughts a lot. But I also don't believe them. I don't want to believe them.

Before anyone starts saying "ohhh you shouldn't attach your appreciation of your work from external factors" etc etc-- I KNOW. I am FULLY aware. I'm completely aware and have rationalized this situation over and over. That this is just how the internet goes. That these are factors I don't have control over. That my work is gold and it doesn't have to be determined as such by numbers. That someday the people who appreciate my works will find me. I. Know.

Still, knowing these things doesn't make the feelings disappear. It's like I want to be mad, and cry at the same time but also understand that I just can't really do anything about this but let it be. It's as if the more I care about a project, the less likely people will. I don't want to pretend like I don't care about a project just for it to be appreciated. But I also don't want to feel as if I'm not getting as much appreciation or attention that I think my work deserves.

I've been experimenting with my works and how I post them here on Tumblr and on YT since last year. The ones that are shitposts are seriously what gets more attention AHAHAHA I am laughing with frustration. Look, I love making memes and poking fun with characters as much as the next viewer and artist but by god. I can't just keep churning out funny haha low substance stuff in exchange for interactions. That's not the kind of artist that I am. I like making things that has lore; that has depth to them. Like how I tend to make lore heavy AUs right after getting my silly, lighthearted works blow up just to remind myself that the relationship I have with my works will not grow if I keep chasing after the interactions, the numbers by prioritizing quantity over quality.

Or maybe people just don't like my ideas? I guess that's a possibility too. Maybe my ideas just don't resonate with people enough. It's not "consumable" enough. Or maybe they don't like my art/writing/animation style. Yet more factors that's out of my control. But I also get told that people like my art, my writings, my animations. And they mean so, so much to me. But it just doesn't add up sometimes, y'know? If people like my work and stick around because they like my art no matter the fandom then why don't I see it? Thoughts like these make me feel so ungrateful actually.

I'm sure there are many people who look up to me as an artist and think how "popular" I am. I've been told this so many times. And yet, I don't feel either of those as strongly. Hell, even as I type this long vent out, I feel like people will not even care. Or worse. Perhaps they may think I'm focusing on the wrong things or think I'm being insecure and jealous of other people's well-deserved appreciation from others.

For the record, I am not. I think every single (actual, not AI) artists put in so much effort and love to their own works most of the time and if they get appreciation for it then I'm sure as hell that they've been seeking for it too and now that they're getting it and it's there then they should bask in it and rejoice. They really should.

Sigh. This is getting far too long. I'll stop here. I hope my words and my thoughts came out clearly. I'm writing this out late at night. Don't worry, I'll still be putting in the effort I've been putting in lately. I'm still going to work on MO, and give my best to make Assassin Eclipse's design to be as on par with Assassins Sun and Moon. I'm still going to write and continue the lore in the fic. I'm still going to animate the lore-heavy Welcome Home animation I've been working on slowly day by day. I just wanted to let this all out. Venting it to my friends just seem to not be enough. I gotta express it where people can see it. I think this is just my last straw too. I've been holding out for so long and 2024 really hasn't been that kind to me lately that I just can't anymore.

Anyway, the next post will be much lighter, I promise.

#sorry i focused too much on my dca related works but this also applies to all the other fandom stuff ive created on here and on YT #oh also #thank you and shout out to xit #i was having doubts on posting this before i sleep tonight #but her recent answered ask unintentionally gave me courage #hey xit! if you see this i think youre cool #robo-boyfriends au #but with my sona instead of y/n #dca fandom #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf daycare attendant #laursdraws #cw vent

[luvyeni]

Hellow. I was wondering if you can write this silly thing in my mind, Jay with a Chubby girlfriend, he's experienced and basically all the college girls recognize him as a sex God until he met her, she's virgin and insecure, like it actually took Jay a long time to gain her trust because she was thinking that it was impossible someone so popular and handsome like him liked some like her.

Here's my plot: all the girls have been talking about her and how fat and ugly she's making her even more insecure to the point that she push away Jay when he touched her like he usually does even just holding hands, especially when he holds her waist. But he's so in love with her that he just adores every single inch of her, reassuring her that no one is as beautiful as her, so he just kiss every inch of her making her first time so special and full of love and tears because I'm a cry insecure baby

Sorry for the long ask, literally i dreamed about this 🥺

FOREVER AND ALWAYS; PARK JEONGSEONG

pairings. boyfriend!jeongseong x fem!reader

wc. 1.9k

warnings. talks of weight, fatshaming, insecurities, oral (f. reader), unprotected sex, overstimulation, reader cries.

i hope it's like you dreamed💓! the bullying kind of made me sad since im a big girly myself, so i didn't add too much.

after finding out people have been saying horrible things about you, he's determined to show you how much he loves you.

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"she's so shameless, if i was that fat i wouldn't wear such things." you frowned, looking down at the message wishing jay would hurry up. "yeah, jay is such a cute guy, he could get anyone he wants, i don't understand why he would date someone like her."

"it's probably a joke, it has to be."

you could hear them laughing at you , and they knew you could hear them. they knew because it was something you heard on a daily occurrence by people just like them.

"baby." jay ran over to you, kissing your cheek, noticing how you moved your face, but deciding to ignore it. "hey jay." the girls giggled flirtatiously. "hi." he turned back to smiling.

"my class got held up, im sorry, you ready to go home?" he went to grab your hand, something he always did when you'd walked back to your shared apartment near campus, so you could imagine his surprise when you brushed it away. "yeah, let's go."

jay was confused, it's been a while since you avoided his affection. when you started dated, jay had a reputation , that forbid you to trust him , being really standoffish , jay was much more experienced than you , actually you had no experience due to your insecurities. jay was aware of this , so he actually took the time to get to know you , and form a relationship with you , a year later and he didn't even care that you haven't had sex , he just wants to be around you all the time.

"let's stop and get some food to take home." he pointed to your favorite store. "i'm not hungry." jay was serious when it came to food though. "well then put in the fridge and eat it later, let's just get it now." he held the door open, letting you walk in.

"do you want the regular?" he stood behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, kissing you lovingly. you felt eyes on you, and the chuckles, pushing his arm away. "get whatever jay." you went to go wait by the door, you didn't mean to sound so rude, but you really just wanted to go home.

jay couldn't even ask you what was wrong because he was next in line, and you had already put your headphone on, spaced out.

you walked the rest of the way in silence, headphones on as you finally made it to your apartment, taking your shoes off , making your way to your room, undressing out of your day clothes.

"wait, are we just not gonna talk about it." jay followed behind. "what are you talking about?" you searched through the drawer in your underwear and a tank top, looking for a pair of sweats.

"you've been acting weird the entire walk home, you've avoided my affection multiple times, you keep looking around to see if people are looking, what is it? what's wrong." you turned to him. "why are you still here?" he took a step back. "what."

"you can have anybody you want, there are girls lining up to have sex with you, they do it right in front of me so know, why are you here? what do you want from me? am i just a joke that you're stringing along for a laugh with your friends?" jay was stunned, even on your worst days, you've never snapped at him, and he could tell you didn't mean it either cause of the widening of your eyes.

"im so sorry, i didn't mean it." he was silent, just pulling you into a hug. "i'm sorry." he rubbed up and down your back. "it's okay." he whispered. "i know you didn't mean it." he could feel your shoulders shaking as you sniffled into his neck, your tears warm. "they're so mean." jay finally got what was bothering you , and he was pissed. how dare they make you feel like this, after everything he's done to make you feel secure, how dare they treat you like this.

"listen to me, there is no one as beautiful as you are, you understand me?" he looked at you with a serious face. "i don't want anyone else but you, and i will spend as long as i need to, to prove it to you love." he held your cheek in his hand, wiping the tears. "i love you okay?" you sniffled, nodding. "i love you too."

he kissed the apples of your cheeks. "my fools made my pretty baby feel bad about herself, they'll pay for this i swear." he kissed your lips. "my baby doesn't see how beautiful she is, but i do, she is the most beautiful person in the whole world." he kissed your neck. "i just love her so much." he said in between kissed. "j..jay." he shushed you. "let me show you baby just how beautiful i think you are." he backed you up against the bed, pushing you down softly.

"so so pretty." he climbed on top of you, continuing his assault on your neck. "j..jay, feels so good." you moaned. "yeah? does it?" he kissed down to your chest. "im gonna make you feel so good princess." his hand came up to grope your tits. "been waiting so long to feel these in my hand baby, so soft." you're back arched off the bed at the sensation. "so sensitive."

"t..they're too big." he lifted your shirt off your body, going back to squeezing them. "they're fucking perfect baby, i can't wait to fuck them, paint them with my cum." he licked a nipple. "jay f..fuck." you sighed, as he licked and sucked on your nipples, showing them each the same amount of love and affection, before he continued down to your tummy.

"your pretty tummy, love to touch. " his kisses were hot on your stomach. "made me feel really bad earlier, my pretty baby wouldn't let me touch her pretty tummy like i always do, it's my favorite thing, but she denied me." he was getting dangerously close to your underwear. "m..m'sorry." he gave your stomach one more kiss. "i know baby, you're gonna repay me by letting me eat your pretty pussy aren't you?" his words made your hips involuntarily buck up.

"y..yes." he slowly slid your panties down your legs, kissing up your legs, until he was face to face with your heat. "s.stop staring." you tried to close your legs, but he held them open. "sorry love, i can't help it, you're so pretty, everything about you is so pretty." he kissed the inside of your thighs. "i really want you to sit on my face." you whined, he looked up at you. "not right now." he nodded. "okay princess we don't have to, it's all about you." he gave your thighs a few more kisses, you could feel his breathing on your heat.

"jay please." you mewled trying to move your hips. "do something." he kissed your thighs one more time, before giving your cunt a surprise lick. "jay." your hands gripped the bedsheet. "taste so good baby." he gave your cunt a few kitten licks before eating you out like a starved man.

you've never felt something like this, the way he would switch between long stripes up your wet cunt, to little kitten licks, it had your head spinning. one particular lick had you grabbing his hair, grinding your cunt against his face. he moaned right into your heat, allowing you to use him to get yourself off.

"jay i feel- shit it feels so good." he could feel you gripping his hair a little harder, you about to cum. "go a head and cum pretty girl." you felt something build up in your abdomen, then snap. "im cumming!" jay continued licking your mess, riding out your high, until he felt your hips jerk from overstimulation. "j..jay."

"okay princess im done." he gave your clit one more kiss, before coming up, his lips glossed from your essence and spit. "you taste so good, i couldn't help it." his hand came down to his crotch, palming his hard on. "jay- we don't have to do anything right now, i just wanted to show you how much i love you."

you ignored him, replacing his hand with yours, rubbing him. "i want to, i'm ready." he groaned, hips bucking into your touch. "fuck- fine princess, i'll be gentle i swear." you trusted jay, you knew he wouldn't harm you. "i know you will." he climbed off of you, getting rid of all his clothes.

you never seen a cock before beside the videos, but his was probably the prettiest you've ever seen, he wasn't intimidatingly big; thick enough to make you feel good, veins decorated the sides all the way up to his dark red tip that had precum bubbling at the top, it made your mouth water.

"princess why are you staring so much?" he smirked, his thumb coming up to rub your clit. "p..pretty." he chuckled. "thank you love." he teased your hole with a finger. "so wet princess." he slowly slid his finger in. "gotta stretch you out a bit pretty, so it won't hurt as much." he slowly fingered you before pulling out.

"you ready beautiful?" you nodded. "please put it in jay." he bent down, kissing your lips, distracting you as he slowly pushed himself inside your hole. "j..jay." you moaned in pain and pleasure at the stretch. "i know love, i know." he slowly bottomed out inside you, letting out a low moan as you successfully took him hole. "pretty girl, you took all of me."

you were so tight, the way you clenched around him so tightly he knew he wasn't gonna last long, it had been a year since he had sex with anyone, forced to use his hand. "fuck baby, if i don't move now, im gonna cum just from your pretty pussing clenching around me." you moaned. "y..you can move." he pulled out, pushing himself inside you all at once this time. "f..fuck jay!" he began to thrust himself in and out of you.

"shit! princess you're so tight, so fucking wet."

his eyes were glued to your tits, the way they bounced along with every thrust. "so pretty baby, you're so fucking pretty— shit- i hate when you talk bad about yourself." you were a moaning mess. "you're so beautiful, you mean so much to me, you understand me." you nodded, but jay wanted to hear you.

"i said do *thrust* you *thrust* under *thrust* stand *thrust* me?" you felt the build up in your abdomen. "i..i understand." he kissed your lips. "i love you so much, don't forget that." you couldn't understand why, but you started to cry. "i..i love you too." he kissed your cheeks. "j..jay i'm gonna cum." he reached in between your bodies rubbing your clit. "cum for me pretty, go a head." you were a crying fucked out mess as you came on his cock. "shit!" he pulled out, fisting his cock before spilling all over your abused twitching hole.

you were still crying, overwhelmed by everything, jay pulled you into a hug, not caring about the sweat, or the smell of sex in the air, he only cared about you. "it's okay love, im right here." he rocked your body. "let it out."

he let you get yourself together before he helped you clean up, bringing you back to the bed. "don't go." he smiled, caressing your face. "i'll be right back." he said exiting the room. he returned back with the food you bought. "let's just eat in here tonight, i'll clean everything else later." you smiled as your boyfriend set everything up. "what is it?" he laughed. "i just love you so much." he kissed your lips, pulling away smiling.

"i told you, i'll always be here for you, i love you too, forever and always."

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #jay x reader #jay hard thoughts #jay hard hours #jay smut

[dontaskmemybias]

The Fan Meeting

Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x afab reader Request: No Theme: Strangers to Lovers Contains: Panic Attacks, Cursing, Unprotected Sex (don't do this), Loads of Fluff, Angst If You Squint. Word Count: 4,933 Note: MINORS DNI!!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I was thinking to myself, what if my worst nightmare and one of my fantasies collided? Then this came out haha! I know some of the details aren't accurate, this is fiction so don't come for me! 😂

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You had been wanting to see Stray Kids live for forever. You were a huge STAY, you even (embarrassingly) wrote fan fiction about them on Tumblr. For your birthday your lovely best friends since childhood decided to get you tickets to see them live AND do a fan meeting. One of them said she would come with you (you had gotten her into the group and she is now a proud STAY as well) and it was all the two of you could talk about for weeks.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE SEEING THEM TOMORROW I'M GONNA PASS OUT AND/OR CRY I SWEAR TO GOD!" Your bestie had heard you talk about how your were probably going to have a heart attack or spontaneously combust for weeks so, being used to this dialogue, she just laughed and shook her head at your antics.

"If you pass out I'll just throw some water on you so you don't miss too much." She deadpanned. This caused you to crack up hysterically until she joined in and soon the two of you were clutching your ribs from how hard you had been laughing.

"Just 24 more hours and we will be front row watching my favorite boys." You sighed wistfully and your friend just chuckled.

"Yeah, 24 hours!"

~✨~

Your heart was racing as you lined up outside the venue. You had missed the last world tour because you had just gotten into the group and couldn't afford tickets, but that didn't bother you much seeing as this album was astronomy themed. You had worked at an observatory for years but you had just left the job and honestly needed a break from job hunting and what better way to decompress than seeing your favorite boys live.

You were fascinated with the sky so the first time you heard "Hall of Fame" and recognized Neil Armstrong's words you almost passed out. This was the perfect time to see your favorite boys live and you were seriously worried that you might ACTUALLY pass out at some point.

You and your bestie had dressed up for the occasion, wanting to look good for the fan meeting (Jesus the fan meeting you hadn't really thought about it too much, too worried you were going to embarrass yourself)

Once you got into the venue you were starstruck. There was merchandise and STAY's running around, excitement filled the air. You were in awe of it all and if it weren't for your bestie you would've stood there frozen taking it all in for way too long. Luckily she pulled your hand and dragged you over to the line for merchandise.

After spending WAY too much money on memorabilia you decided to head to your seats. You were absolutly buzzing with excitement as you continued forward until you reached your spots. So close to the stage you could practically see the flecks of paint on the stage floor.

"How are we feeling? Excited? Nervous? Pass-outy?" You laughed at your friends made up word.

"Pass-outy? That's ridiculous. But seriously I am just so fucking excited I cannot contain it!" You giggle-screeched and started hopping around a bit. Your friend joined you in your mini-freakout and you both started screaming when the show began to start.

~✨~

The show was AMAZING! Hands-down one of the best experiences of your life. The vocals, the rapping, the DANCING?!!?! You felt like you had died and gone to heaven. You were so star struck and in shock that you were able to be here at all that after the last song was over and they did their (adorable) goodbye speeches you felt glued to the floor, staring with your mouth open until your bestie pulled you out of it. Reminding you of the fan meeting.

The fan meeting.

Where you would get to MEET. THEM.

Excitement and nerves bubbled up within you as your bestie dragged you to the next location to wait in line to meet the boys.

~✨~

You had to wait for forever in line, you had gotten there late because your bestie had to use the bathroom so you were now literally the last people in line. Your nerves were at an all time high. What were you going to say? Your anxiety started to flare up but your bestie calmed you down before you could have a full blown panic attack.

Finally you were next. You'd see Chan first, then Changbin, Lee Know, Han, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and finally I.N. You could do this, no need to be worried.

You moved a few steps, bestie in tow, and came in front of Bang Chan himself. You smiled and waved a little. He giggled a bit and waved back.

"Hi I'm Bang Chan! And you are?"

"H-hello, I'm Y/N."

"Oh don't mind her, she's nervous! Y/N here is a huge fan! She even writes fanfiction about you guys! She's Y/URL on Tumblr!"

You froze. She did not just tell them your dark secret like that. You two always teased each other but she had no idea how badly this freaked you out. Your eyes were wide, you didn't notice but all the guys were looking at you now with varying expressions from confusion to amusement.

You started breathing a little heavier. Your hand started shaking.

Fuck.

You were about to have a panic attack in front of all eight members of Stray Kids.

You tried calming yourself down but tears began to well up in your eyes. Your breathing got shallower and before you knew it someone was ushering you away from the crowd and into a separate room.

Someone was holding your hand, talking to you calmly. There were other people in the room as well, you couldn't really tell who, your brain was only at half capacity as you fought the urge to sink deeper into your panic. The logical part of your brain realized it was probably your bestie in front of you and security with her to make sure you were okay, but her hands felt a little bigger than normal. You didn't register that fact, you just laid down until your head was in her lap and you began to work through your exercises to bring you out of your panic.

Find five things you can see.

You focused on your skirt, the cute one you decided to wear tonight. The floor, white tile with black designs on it. The security guard, closer to you than anyone else other than your best friend. The plant on the floor next to you, in a cute ceramic pot. Finally the fan on the ceiling, not on but sitting stagnant.

You didn't notice but you were listing things out loud, your brain in too much of a haze to comprehend what was going on.

Four things you can hear.

Your heartbeat, a bit higher than normal but slowing down as you listed things. Your breathing, shallow but more steady than it was before. Your best friend, apologizing and explaining the situation to the security guard, she sounded farther away than you expected. Another voice, saying calming and reassuring things in a gentle low voice.

Three things you can feel.

Your hand on the cool tile floor, lowering your rising body temperature. Your skirt, you take it in your fingers to feel the fabric. A gentle hand running through your hair to calm you down.

Two things you can smell.

The perfume you put on today for the show, peaches, your favorite. Cologne, an unfamiliar scent, definitely not what your bestie had been wearing tonight.

One thing you can taste.

The remnants of the snack you and your bestie shared during the show.

After running through the exercise your brain slowly turned back on and the first thing it registered was that this was NOT your bestie who you were laying on.

You sat up quickly and looked at who had been comforting you for god knows how long and your breath hitched.

Han Jisung.

You were trying to think of what to say but he beat you to it.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water maybe?" You shyly nodded your head and you saw one of the security guards leave and bring you back a bottle of water. You took a quick sip and looked back to Han.

"I-I am so sorry, I thought you were my friend, I-I didn't realize-" He cut you off

"No worries. I saw you get pale and start shaking back there and I knew what was going on. I get panic attacks too so I figured I might be able to help!" He flashed you a quick smile and ran a hand over the nape of his neck.

You stared at him for much longer than you would've liked, trying to figure out what the actual fuck you were supposed to say in this scenario. The only thing your stupid lizard brain could come up with was "Thank you for letting me use you as a pillow."

What. The. Fuck.

Jesus Christ you are worse than the oblivious girls you wrote about in your little delulu land on Tumblr.

Han just giggled a bit and flashed you his biggest smile.

"I didn't mind, anything to help out a fan!"

Right. A fan, who embarrassingly had a full blown panic attack in front of her favorite band.

Thankfully your bestie came over at that moment to break the awkward silence that had settled over you and Han. Dramatically sobbing she landed on the floor next to you and took your hand in hers.

"Jesus Y/N I am so fucking sorry, I don't know why I said that I didn't mean to freak you out so much-" You cut her off before she had a full mental breakdown too.

"Hey, hey it's okay! I'm okay now, no worries." You smiled at her softly and she took a deep breath.

You all got up off the floor and thanked everyone for helping you out. You figured you must have been out of it for a bit seeing as the room next door was pretty quiet now. Not wanting to waste anyones time you started to head for the door.

"Wait! Y/N, I feel bad you didn't get to say hi to the other guys, would you like me to at least sign something for you?" This boy was a literal angel. Here you were, making his day even longer than he had probably planned on it being and now HE wants to do something nice for YOU?

"You really don't have to do that, I feel bad for making you stick around so long." You sheepishly looked down at the floor. Han walked closer to you until his feet were in your line of vision. You slowly looked up and saw him less than a foot away from you and he smiled again.

"It's no problem at all! I really want to. Please?" Shit you weren't gonna turn down such a golden opportunity. You handed him one of the photocards you got with his picture on it and he kept his hand out, waiting for more things to sign. You giggled and pulled out the three others you got.

All Han. He was after all, your bias.

He chuckled and walked over to a nearby table to sign the fan cards. When he came back he smiled and handed them to you.

"It was lovely to meet you Y/N, I hope to see you again soon."

Then he winked.

He fucking winked at you.

What fanfic bullshittary was this?

~✨~

After security made sure you were okay you and your bestie left and headed back to the hotel you were staying in for the night. You let her have it over telling the band about your fanfic account and she kept apologizing until you finally decided that it was ultimately okay, especially since you got some signatures out of it.

You did not tell her that Han had winked at you. That was just for you.

Finally you got to the hotel room and she started squealing.

"Show me the cards! I want to see his signature!!"

You giggled and pulled them out. The first one was simply signed 'Han'.

The second one said 'Y/N's biggest fan'

You looked at your bestie, thoroughly confused.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Her jaw dropped and she pointed to the third card. It was signed not with his name, but a Tumblr URL.

Your jaw dropped.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was a URL you had seen on so many occasions. Commenting, liking, and reblogging every single one of your fics. Your biggest fan on Tumblr was FUCKING HAN JISUNG?!

You looked at the fourth photocard, it was signed 'Jisung' but on the back there was a note.

'Meet me at the Marriott on Fourth street tonight, room 461 ;)'

Your heart stopped.

You must be dreaming.

There is no way this is real.

Your bestie screams.

"Y/N YOU HAVE TO FUCKING GO OH MY GOD PLEASE GO AND TELL ME WHATEVER YOU CAN TOMORROW!!!!"

Before you can register what is happening she grabs your phone and orders you an uber before pushing you out the door and telling you to 'be safe!'

~✨~

Twenty minutes later you find yourself in front of room 461 at the Marriott on Fourth street. Your nerves are at an all time high as you hesitantly knock on the door half-expecting a serial killer to be on the other side because that would be more plausible than seeing Han Jisung open the door and smile at you before ushering you inside.

Once you get inside you have absolutly no fucking clue what to do other than fiddle with the hem of your skirt and stare at the floor. Han just chuckles and walks over to the bed before plopping down on the mattress.

"I am so glad you came, I have been dying to meet my favorite writer in person for ages now!" Your head snaps in his direction and he has a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"You seriously read my fanfics about you guys?" You are in shock, still half-believing this is all a dream.

"Hell yeah I do! The other guys sometimes read them too, we like to read all the stuff our fans write but you are by far my favorite, especially now that I know for sure I am your bias." Your face pales and you stare at him wide-eyed while he stands up and walks over to you.

"Hey it's okay, I won't bite, unless you want me to of course." And he winks at you again.

You could fucking die on the spot.

Han grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed to sit down. He keeps your hand in his lap and you see a faint blush take his cheeks. He starts to look almost as nervous as you are and you don't think you have ever seen him look so fucking attractive before.

"But seriously Y/N, you're an incredible writer and I am so happy you actually came. Your stories are so great and I honestly just wanted to talk with you about them. Like, where do you get the ideas for the stuff you write?"

It takes you a second to gather your thoughts and answer his question. All that you can about think at the moment is how Han fucking Jisung reads your stories and is currently holding your hand blushing like a god damn schoolboy.

"Well, a lot of what I write are recommendations sent in by other people, but the stuff I come up with honestly just comes to me randomly. Like, I read a lot of fanfiction and I take my favorite tropes and just think about who would fit best and then the story just flows as I go. Honestly half the time I don't even have an end goal in mind, I just write until it feels finished." Now its your turn to blush and look down at your intertwined hands.

Han starts rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as he lets out a small hum.

"That's incredible, you must have an amazing imagination to come up with so many stories."

"Yeah, my mom used to call me a space cadet growing up because I always had my head in the clouds." You chuckled and Han did too.

"That's so cute! Space cadet, I'm definitely going to be using that from now on."

After the initial shock wore off from being in Han's room, the two of you continued talking. First just about your writing, but eventually about movies you both like, T.V. shows, anime, books, and everything else. It was insane how fast you got comfortable with him. Eventually you found yourself laying on the bed next to him, hands still intertwined as you told him about space and you guys talked about the vastness of the cosmos together. Once you had covered almost every topic you could he leaned over to look at you.

"Would you want to stay and maybe watch a movie or something? I really like your company. It can get kinda lonely in these hotel rooms."

"Yeah of course, I like hanging out with you too Han." You smiled at him.

"You can call me Jisung, it's what most of my friends call me." Your heart skipped a beat. Han Jisung just implied you were friends now?

Before you could fully react Jisung got up and grabbed the T.V. remote before settling back on the bed, sitting against the headboard. He patted the spot next to him and you climbed up to sit next to him while he scrolled through the channels to find something for the two of you to watch.

He eventually saw Howl's Moving Castle and looked over to you. You nodded and giggled as he pushed play.

The two of you watched the movie in peaceful quiet, commenting on the story here and there. About a third of the way through Jisung's hand found yours again and he pulled it into his lap, pulling you a little closer to him in the process. After a few minutes he switched the hand that was holding yours so he could wrap his arm around you, you settled into his side and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as you heard him let out a content sigh.

The two of you stayed cuddled up like that for the rest of the movie. You started to get a little tired by the end but when would you ever be in this position again? So you pushed through the drowsiness overcoming your body and finished out the movie mostly awake.

Once the movie was over you shifted a bit to look at Jisung. "I should probably head out, its really late." Jisung looked a little sad for a moment.

"What if you stayed here tonight? I could get you a car to take you home tomorrow? We are in town for another show tomorrow, maybe we could even do this again?" He looked hopeful. You smiled and nuzzled into his side.

"Yeah okay, I doubt I could get a ride at this hour anyway."

Jisung absolutly beamed at your response and sat up stretching his back.

"Yay sleepover!" He started laughing. "If you'd like, I have some clothes you could change into to be a bit more comfortable?"

"Yeah that would be great!"

"There's some facewash in the bathroom too you can use!"

With that Jisung got up and grabbed you one of his big tee shirts and a pair of boxers to change into. You got changed in the bathroom and washed your face. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts but the moment you came back into the room and saw Jisung snuggled under the blankets all you could think of was how lucky you were to get this experience.

You climbed into bed next to Jisung and he turned to look at you. "Y/N?"

You turned to him and smiled. "Yes Jisung?"

"Can we- I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but can we cuddle?" You giggled at his bashfulness.

"Yeah Jisung, we can cuddle." He let out a cute squeal of happiness and scooted towards you so he could wrap his arms around you. You snuggled your face into his chest and he let out a sigh of happiness.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Jisung."

~✨~

The next morning went so quickly. You and Jisung had to wake up way too early for your liking. Jisung got you a car like he promised and made sure you were coming back later that night. You swore you would and he gave you a big hug before ushering you into the car so he could go do a million things before their concert.

When you got back to the hotel room your bestie was still sleeping so you just got into the other bed and crashed. Still exhausted from staying up all night with Jisung.

In your dreams you were a princess in medieval times. You were lonely until one day your knight in shining armor showed up (Jisung of course) and he swept you off your feet. You had a forbidden romance because you were engaged to some prince you had never met from a faraway land. But in the end Jisung was actually the prince! He had come early to meet you under false pretenses to judge your character and he found you to be the perfect wife and you lived happily ever after. Until an earthquake hit. The ground shaking, loud noises all around you. More shaking.

And you woke up. To your bestie shaking you awake. Out of your lovely dream and into reality.

A reality where you quickly remembered, you had stayed with Jisung last night.

Holy fuck that actually happened?

"BITCH TELL ME EVERYTHING, WHEN DID YOU GET BACK?!"

After a long ass conversation where you told your bestie all the details you decided (well really she told you you had to) go hang out with Jisung again that night.

You decided to stay in the hotel all day with your bestie watching shitty rom-coms and laughing about all the cringey tropes movies use to catch your attention. You were just about crawling out of your skin trying to process the last 48 hours and decided to have a chill day to prepare for the long night ahead of you.

~✨~

It was about 11:30PM by the time you got an uber over to Jisung's hotel and you still were convinced that this was all a dream, but as you walked up to his door you were sure that this was in fact reality and you were going to the Han Jisung's room at almost midnight in just a hoodie and leggings. You seriously considered going back to your hotel to change but you suddenly heard a loud thud on the other side of the door and you reached up to knock on the door to make sure everything was alright.

When Jisung opened the door he had that huge smile on his face again and he pulled you in for a hug immediately, letting the door shut behind you.

"Oh my god I'm so glad you came I was worried you wouldn't show!" you started giggling and hugged him back.

"Of course I came silly, I would be an idiot not to! Plus I'm excited to see what movie you have for us tonight!" He giggled back and pulled away from the hug to walk over to the bed.

"I am feeling a bit daring tonight, how about we watch a scary movie?" You walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

"Okay but if I jump you have to promise not to make fun of me!" He giggled at that and grabbed the TV remote.

"Of course not! I'll just laugh in my head." You playfully slapped his arm and he dramatically fell onto the bed like he had just been shot which caused you to double over and laugh loudly.

He finally got up and turned on the TV searching through the horror movies.

"See anything you like?" Looking straight at him you replied a simple "Yeah." He looked up and saw you staring at him and giggled a little bit before picking a movie and turning it on.

You both leaned back and Jisung moved his arm behind you to hold onto you. You smiled and leaned into him as the movie played.

After about 30 minutes you realized that Jisung was just as afraid of horror movies as you were. You would both jump at the same time, yelp, and hold onto each other tighter as the scenes played out.

By the time the movie ended the two of you were completely tangled on the bed. You were almost half in his lap from the amount of times you burrowed into him during the scary scenes.

"Y/N? You okay?" Jisung looked down at where you had burrowed into his chest.

"Yeah, I just won't be able to sleep ever again so there's that." You both started laughing and his grip on you grew a little tighter.

"Well, no worries, you can stay here with me, I can protect you." He said with a sheepish smile on his face.

"But what about tomorrow? You're leaving so I'll have to sleep alone again." You said somberly. You looked up at him and he had a sad smile on his face.

Jisung lifted his hand and pushed the hair out of your face, then he let his hand linger on your cheek. He looked like he was contemplating something until you looked down at his lips. Then he slowly leaned in and kissed you.

You let yourself fall into the kiss, your arms wrapping tighter around him. He pulled you closer into him until you both pulled away for air. He leaned his forehead on yours.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to come with us?" He whispered. His breath tickling your face.

"Would it be crazy if I said I would?" You breathed out. You heard his breath hitch and before you could process what was happening he had flipped you so you were laying on the bed with him hovering above you, his forehead pressed against yours again.

"Don't play with me love, I'm serious. Come with us. You can stay with me every night and I'll pay for your plane tickets and everything."

Holy fuck he was serious. You thought about it for a moment. You didn't have a job, you were month-to-month on your apartment so you could leave pretty much whenever. It's not like you had anything tying you down.

But then...

"What if you get sick of me? I'd have nowhere to go."

"Baby I'd never get sick of you, and if you ever want to leave I would pay for you to come home. I just don't want this to end." He leaned down and kissed you softly. Then he whispered, his lips touching yours, "I can't say goodbye yet."

You sadly smiled at the desperation, the sadness in his voice. You didn't want this to end either.

Instead of replying you pulled him down to you in a searing kiss. He reciprocated almost immediately and the kiss grew more heated. The two of you were tangled together in the most heated makeout session you'd ever had. He pulled away just long enough to rip his shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. You eventually did the same.

After that everything was a blur of clothes flying and messy kisses. Eventually the both of you were completely naked and feeling each other up, hands roaming across one another's bodies. Finally Jisung slipped inside you and you both let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.

He stilled inside you once he bottomed out and looked into your eyes.

"You are so beautiful."

You let a single tear fall as he began moving. The two of you panting and moaning as he set a steady speed. Sex had never been like this for you, it was like you breathed as one. You were gripping onto him in any way you could, grabbing his biceps, his waist, his face.

His thrust started to become erratic the longer you went, his hips getting a little sloppy to signal he was close. His hand came down to rub circles on your clit to get you there faster. You cried out in extasy as you felt the band in your lower belly snap. Jisung followed after a few more thrusts and laid his head down on your chest, his dick still settled inside you, slowly softening.

You both looked at each other and smiled. He pecked your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips before getting up to get a washrag to clean you both up.

You didn't know how long this would last, but you decided that you wanted to ride out this feeling as long as you could. So after you were both cleaned up and he settled in the bed next to you, you turned to face him.

"I'll come with you Ji, anywhere you are is where I want to be."

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[charmedreincarnation]

My shift to Bnha

I’ll start with the basics. For starters my reality is a bit different. The legal age is 25, so therefore school duration is longer, and our ages are different. I start UA when I was 19 years old, which made me a year 1 student. my parents are both prominent figures in hero society, and I was an only child to them. I only add this because I think it’s important to acknowledge background information because it shapes your experience and your placement in society, especially in a world filled with heroes everything is ranked and merit based.

UA .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

Contrary to popular belief, at least in my reality school is very much emphasized and just as important as hero work. For me a typical day looked like, getting up at 7:45 to prepare for classes that started at 8:30 and ending at 5. We do have a one hour lunch break, and a specific period to work on our specific quirks alone any way we see fit. A lot of people do use that time to slack off and hang out with friends, but they’ve recently become very strict about it. Credits to to Tenya Ida for informing the board of what people were really doing ! A lot of people were mad but honestly I am a teachers pet in this reality so I kind of appreciated it.

I can’t speak for the other classes, maybe it’s because of everything we went to, but we are not a class we are genuinely family. I am closest to Izuku, Sui, Ochacho, Mina, Todoroki and MoMo! Not in any particular order. I’m not going to talk about everyone but here are some of the reasons I love them <3

•Mina is just as extroverted quirky and bubbly as you would expect. Shes one of those people you meet and you can’t help but adore because they energy is so welcoming and they’re so loving. She’s kind of a prankster and a rumor starter and I find it hilarious. You can’t keep anything from her, though but once she has a narrative she has narrowed upon, you have a better chance of changing the devils mind.

For example i talked about this in a different post, but she started a rumour that bakugo is in love with izuku and that’s why he’s mad all the time. It got back to bakugo and he threatened to turn the cafeteria into a live bake oven. It’s honestly hilarious how she can make a whole room laugh. Or make anyone mad.. I guess it’s a talent regardless.

•Sui is the sweetest girl ever. She kind of keeps to herself but she’s honest and what you see is what you get. She’s also kind of emotional and I am kind of a cry baby too there so we get each other. We really just want to do our best and see everyone succeed. I would say both of us made friendships are bigger priority than hero training and we have both been called out for it too.

•Ochacho is very similar to Mina but she can also get down to business when she needs to. Everyone loves her, and her powers are super helpful in any situation, like for sneaking out quietly… but I wouldn’t know anything about that. I vividly remember having a conversation about our hero progress and she’s deeply insecure. She grew up impoverished and Monterey compensation is one of the reasons that really encouraged her to be a hero. I remember one time she was telling me how impressive I was during the first few weeks of school because I had a better handle on my quirk than her. She said something of how I was meant to be a hero. It made me sad because I admired her will and determination more than anyone. I had so many factors that put me ahead in some of my peers. My mother is a pro hero and I went to a profound middle school that molded me to be ready. I told her she was born to be a hero and I was made to be a hero. I was being honest and I didn’t think it meant anything but she always reminds me of how she thinks about that anytime she’s in a situation where she needs help. Nothing made me happier

•Momo and my quirks are very similar. My quirk is called clairvoyance somnium, and my hero name is dreamer. Kind of what she can do but I visualize whatever I need. I can also do more things that I won’t get into but a lot of it, I was inspired by my shifting methods ! Anyways she’s the sweetest and we live pretty close to each other so I’ve seen her around for a while. She’s honestly very gorgeous and we both struggle with insecurities and anxiety, so she really is someone I relate and rely on. Maybe it’s because our quirks or so similar or we have similar backgrounds and personalities but… she’s probably the person I am closest with! But I really do love everyone equally

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Ok lots of people ask about him so let’s go.

Yes he’s so loud and always angry. You know I thought i would be scared of him but I honestly even I even give him snarky remarks sometimes (in a nice way because I am so nice in this dr) but wow he is the loudest person I’ve ever met in any dr but his powers are amazing we all respect it

Contrary to popular belief..no one is scared of him. As angry, loud and aggressive as he is he has proven time and time again all he wants to do is be a hero. Honestly it surprised some of us but everyone knows he has kind of good intentions under his wrath ??

He also makes everything a competition and he’s actually good at eveything. He’s good at school I’m pretty sure he placed after me in mid terms ! I got third and he got fourth. He’s a great cook and baker. We had a baking competition and he placed after sato. We made ramen and he made the best ramen ! Like he’s not as dumb as he looks. He’s also in a one sided competition with Todoroki but as we have all noticed he doesn’t give a fuck.

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This may be egotistical but I could not imagine not being a hero in a world with 80% hero. Don’t let the league of villains hear this it will fuel their fire. 🥲 in all seriousness we are lectured that we are not better than anyone, and we are simply stronger than other people and that is it so we shouldn’t let it conflate our egos. The only way we would be given the green flag to pat our own backs is when are abilities begin to save millions of lives. But then I guess if we’re only being heroes to look good then would that really make us heroes. At least that’s what I wrote about in my English essay. Present mic did in fact eat it up, I got an amazing grade on it. But that’s not the point. The point is it’s easy to get a big head but we were simply genetically lucky, not better, smarter, etc.

Now that philosophy is behind us, having powers is so cool and coming back here the limits of other realities having no bounds never fails to amaze me. Our quirks are an extension of ourselves and literally are us. It’s not second nature, it’s first nature after having these abilities for so long. Especially my quirk, if I wanted I could “dream” 500 million yen, and well I wouldn’t be able to put it in the bank but I digress. Finding out what your quirk can do and how far your cbs push your limits always allows us to be going through moments of self discovery. Having a quirk is honestly it’s own life alone, and I genuinely could not be happier.

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As a student in this incredible universe, I was lucky enough to have the opportunity to pursue many amazing topics of study.

One class I took was Hero Studies, where we learned about the many different hero theories and methods of justice, as well as what it takes to become an effective hero. We also discussed the history of the hero world and its evolution throughout the years. It was a fascinating subject and definitely one of my favorites!

The next class I took was Quirk Studies. Here we learned all about quirks, their effects on people and how they can be used to help protect civilians and stop villains. We even discussed how to best work with a partner with a different quirk, and how to combine two quirks to create a unique and powerful attack.

Finally, I also took a class called Combat Training. This class taught us all about combat techniques and how to use the environment and our natural abilities in order to survive any situation. We learned how to effectively dodge and block attacks, as well as how to use our quirks to create powerful attacks.

We of course also had the general classes of math, English, science, math, and music

The classes at UA High were some of the most interesting classes I have ever taken and I am so grateful for having the opportunity to explore them. Not only did I learn a lot about the world of My Hero Academia, but I also grew as a person and as a hero.

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I’m going to tell you one of the funniest most embarrassing things that happened during the UA sports festive. This happened during the third event, when we were in teaams.

I was with Izuku, mei, Ochako, and fumikage. Everyone is trying to steal the headband from us because Izuku has all the points ! Everyone was targeting us and it was so unfair. during the last few seconds I started running to dream us a tower so we can hide and to grow into to the skies. Then someone came so they threw me the headband and i I was waiting for them but then they got attacked and they told me just go without them !?? I was literally shaking and my anxiety was at an all time high time so I quirked my tower or whatever and made it grow and then the time ran out! I had the headband and we thought we won and we were cheering but umm no. I was the only winner technically because I wasn’t with my team. BUT because that took away FROM the point of the team work part I was deducted points from my own Individual points because that wasn’t the point of the challenge. Honestly you win some you lose some. It was a fun experience regardless.

Also honestly i shifted here around the time of the World Cup, which I could not care less about, but I get the hype of sports witnessing Izuku’s fight against Shinso (manipulation guy.) it was so awesome !!! I was at the edge of my seat the entire time!!! So I guess Now I understand how some people feel about sports lol. By the end of the festival, I got third place overall and my mom was so proud of me. It was the honestly a great feeling.

Random dump with no correlation

my mother (Uwabami’s) Quirk gives her a trio of live snakes growing from her head. One of the snakes have acute senses, allowing her to locate hidden criminals and disaster victims.one snakes also has a scent that can make her victims mindless slaves, one snake produces poison and attacks her victims.

my father who also attended UA with my mom has Squirmy Fingers (can precisely bend and control his fingers, giving him great dexterity) As well as a High Scientific knowledge Skills IQ in engineering. I found this interesting because usually children are a combination of their parents quirks or either or, and mine has nothing to do with either lol.

Todoroki’s pretty smart though he places after Bakugou in the mid terms. he also loves to read ! He’s also politically educated and actually had profound knowledge on the history of heroes and how and why he believe hero’s and villains came to be so.. surprisingly he is more philosophical than I would think. He doesn’t really talk about it or bring it up because if you have a good conversation with him and get him to open up it is always worth.

Food

Tbh to no surprise the food options were eclectic and varied. There was something for everyone! I had everything from traditional Japanese dishes such as ramen and sushi, to western and American-style dishes like pizza and burgers. I even had access to a variety of international cuisines like Indian, Chinese, and Korean.

One of my favorite places to get a good meal was the school cafeteria. Every day it was full of delicious options, from freshly-cooked dishes to the convenience of pre-packaged items. There were also lots of drinks and snacks available. On certain days, the cafeteria also served special meals such as curry or tonkatsu.

If I was looking for something a bit more fast-paced, there were several food stalls and restaurants around town. I could find an assortment of things like ramen, takoyaki, and okonomiyaki. There were also locations that offered more unique dishes such as Japanese-style hamburgers or omurice (Omelette Rice).

Although I often ate at restaurants, I also cooked meals in my dorm room. I could make simple dishes with ingredients from the local grocery store, like fried rice, or make something more complicated with ingredients from the nearby specialty grocery store. I even tried my hand (well with sato as well) at making dango, the traditional Japanese dessert.

Tbh No matter what type of food I was looking for, UA had it though. With all of the different options available, there was something to satisfy whatever cravings I had.

I also write and speak in English so don’t ask any language questions because I do not know

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #reality shifting #shiftblr

[swordheld]

hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?

hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].

but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.

it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.

and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.

the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.

an emptiness, like you said.

but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.

you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.

he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.

but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.

how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.

the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.

think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.

i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.

but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one. wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.

as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛

#q&a. #birdsong. #wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3 #i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac- #in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai #after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really. #i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track. #and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy? #it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where #it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that. #how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love. #i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together. #i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too. #the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe. #so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc. #i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Hey what do think the 141’s reaction would be to seeing their s/o experience every emotion while playing a video game, for example rdr2 or gow ragnarok? (Post game ragnarok had me crying at the animation of a dog)

GOW Ragnorak and RDR2 endings made me bawl my eyes out

Ghost

Personally I don’t think ghost is a huge video game fan considering he’s pretty busy. He gives me the vibes of someone who would prefer to read a book instead

But when he’s home he absolutely adores watching you play video games, it’s like his own personal lets play

Lowkey probably backseat games

Anyway, since you’re his favorite person to watch he enjoys seeing your reactions to what happens in the games

He finds it funny that you get that involved in the story (he does too but he’s a lot more quiet about it)

If you cry he’ll understand but don’t expect him to be the same

Will definitely let you talk his ear off about what you think of the game. Will just sit there, nod, maybe add a few things, but just enjoys knowing that he gets to go through all of it again when you find a new game to play

Soap

Literally just as invested as you

I like to think that he enjoys watching you play and will maybe give it a few tries too if you let him

Will give bigger reactions than you because when I say he’s invested it feels like he’s actually experiencing what’s going on

He will cry, laugh, and rage with you

Will definitely want to talk to you about it after you finish and even suggests other games to watch you play because even though he doesn’t get the time to play video games often, he enjoys them

Gaz

Both of you play the video game together if you’re patient enough to wait for him when he’s on his mission

You take turns which means that you both can get really invested in it

He also doesn’t mind to just watch you play a game when he’s got nothing else to do

Won’t be as emotional as you but you can tell it affects him just as much. Sometimes you noticed that he gets super quiet when you do as you’re both watching an intense cutscene

Will probably laugh at you for crying but he has a few tears of his own

Both of you end up sharing lots of fanart and fam theories about the game

Price

He’s not a gamer at all. Don’t give him the controller

He does the dad thing where he says he’s not interested in watching you but then stands awkwardly there watching you play and gets lowkey invested in the story

Reminds you that it’s just a game if you get super emotional but you know he’s fighting against the affects of the story

He finds it endearing though that you get so invested you cry

Probably won’t cry with you

The only times you saw him get close were the moments in GOW Ragnorak when Kratos and Atreus are being the father son duo we all love

You can try to talk to him about it but he might not really understand even if he watched you play

#simon ghost riley x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #mw2 #mw2 price #mw2 gaz #mw2 ghost #mw2 x reader #soap mw2

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The dungeon master’s pretty thing [E.M]

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Pairings: Eddie Munson x fem!shy!reader

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Summary: Eddie is pretty sure he’s ruining your reputation, but that’s okay because you’re ruining his right back.

Warnings: fluff and Eddie trying to be cool. There’s a NSFW bonus scene inspired by this song and edit, but it’s marked and doesn’t add anything to the ending, so you can totally read the sfw part and finish there. NSFW (16+) bonus scene includes oral (f receiving), fingering and mention of grinding against the bed.

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He was ruining your reputation - absolutely destroying it and he knew it. He could feel the judgemental stares of your fellow peers burning the back of his head and he knew you felt it too, he also knew that was why you dipped your head and looked the other way; not in shame, he had learnt, but in shyness and he adored you for it. But no matter how many stares the two of you acquired, he found it hard to give a fuck when he heard that sweet little giggle fall past your lips or the bashful dip of your head when he threw his arm over your shoulder and called you his girl in front of any poor soul who cared to listen. In fact, the thing that made him selfish enough to not care if you lost all of your friends because you spent most of your time with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, was when your face visibly burned and your breathing stuttered, a sweet innocent look in your eyes - all because of a few simple words: “pretty girl”, “my pretty girl”, “pretty thing” and so on - actually just any sentence where him calling you pretty was a part of it - and he fucking loved it.

He had come to the shocking conclusion that it was better than weed and a cold beer; the way you tried shrinking in on yourself, tucking yourself into him to hide your face while murmuring shy little unintelligible things, well, fuck, it just did things to him he couldn’t explain. And if that meant that you lost all of your friends and had to spend all your time with him, he would call you the prettiest girl in the world every minute of every fucking day, so be it. 

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“He’ll kill me… this is the second time this month,” Mike groaned, peeking through the double doors of the cafeteria keeping a close eye on the leader of the Hellfire club and his possible mood of the day. 

Dustin shrugged, ruffling through his backpack for the brown paper bag his mom so caringly had packed his lunch in, “you could’ve been more careful.” 

“More careful!? I wasn’t the one who messed up the experiment!” Mike raised his voice, shoving an accusing finger right in Dustin’s chest; happy that the loud noise of the cafeteria drowned out the sound of his voice. 

“Hey, what’s with the yelling?” 

Both boys turned around with wide eyes to see you staring at them with a raised brow. Mike exhaled in relief, startling you when his arms fell around you in a surprising hug, smushing your still playing headphones against your collarbone. 

“Y/n, thank god.” 

You stared at Dustin who only shrugged and readjusted his cap. You gave Mike’s back a light tap, “it’s nice to see you too, I guess.” 

Mike quickly jumped a foot backwards, realizing his little outburst was nothing but weird. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, muttering a small ‘sorry’. 

“Not that I didn’t enjoy that… greeting,” you laughed, clicking off your walkman, “but care to explain?” 

Mike’s face burned red as he pointed to his Hellfire club shirt, two large stains running down the front in red and blue, “we had a little accident in science," he said with a wince.  

“Oh… uhm, it looks very… patriotic,” you smiled, nibbling lightly on your lip to keep your laugh down. 

Mike groaned, stretching the shirt to look at it. Burying his face in his hands he groaned some more before pretending to cry on Dustin’s shoulder. 

“Come on, it’s not that big of a deal. Just ask Eddie for a new one… lord knows he has a stash of like a hundred under his bed,” you shrugged, looking past them into the cafeteria to spot the long-haired metalhead in his usual spot, speaking loudly and entertaining the members of his club around the table. 

“But this is the second one this month I’ve ruined! And Eddie said to guard the shirt with my life “or else”!” Mike groaned again. 

This time you couldn’t help but laugh, “Eddie always says stuff like that… he’s just trying to scare you. I’ve stolen those shirts from him more times than I can count and he never gets mad at me for it… he just grabs a new one.” 

“That’s easy for you to say! I don’t think Eddie could get mad at you even if he tried… me on the other hand, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need to try.” 

It was Dustin’s turn to groan, rustling the brown bag in his hand, “Mike! Let’s just go and get it over with, I’m hungry! Y/n goes in first and distracts him with a little wink and a twirl and he’ll forget all about it,” he explains, exaggerating a wink whilst pretending to fluff out his imaginary skirt. 

Your eyes do a full rotation before you’re pointing a finger at them both, “I’m not a part of this little plan of yours… but I promise it’ll be fine, he’s not as scary as he pretends to be…- don’t tell him I said that he’ll actually be mad at me if I ruin his reputation.” 

“If he kills me I’ll come back and haunt you,” Mike pointed a finger right back at you, letting you pass by him with another roll of your eyes and enter the cafeteria first with the two boys right on your heels. 

The usual lull in conversation fell over the table as you walked up, Eddie’s eyes instantly falling on you and his mouth clamping shut mid-sentence. Knowing that they now had lost the interest of their club master, the rest of the guys started a conversation of their own, inviting Mike and Dustin to slip into their seats unnoticed. You raised your hand and gave a small wave, weaving in between the tables to get to the head of the table where Eddie had risen from his seat. He stood, with his arms, spread wide and a large exaggerated grin on his face showing off all of his teeth and making his eyes disappear behind his cheeks.

“Hello there, sweetheart,” he greeted wrapping you up in a tight embrace as soon as you stepped into his arms.

“Hi,” you smiled back, feeling some of the air leave you from the tightness of the hug, but burying yourself further into him nevertheless.

He pulled away, only far enough to leave a long peck on your lips and then a small one on your forehead.

You were definitely also ruining his reputation.

“I got lunch for you,” he nodded his head towards the tray, stockpiled with food - way too much, but Eddie was not one to do things halfway.

“Thanks,” you smiled, leaning up to leave a kiss on his cheek in gratitude.

He let the tiniest of smirks graze his lips before he said, “anything for my pretty girl.”

Of course, you couldn’t help the heat that crept up your neck and warmed your face. Looking anywhere but his eyes, you focused on his hands, which only made it worse, so you zeroed in on his shirt, staring right in the face of the red devil. Eddie’s hand glided up to rest on your cheek, angling your face up, forcing you to meet his eyes and you found yourself melting even more at the sight.

After a long second of standing in complete silence to stare at each other like lovesick idiots, Eddie finally managed to move, offering you the chair he had been sitting on with a comically ungraceful bow.

“M’lady,” he drawled, pushing in the chair for you after you sat.

Within a moment he had managed to steal a chair from another table - not without complaints - and placed himself next to you, so close your thigh was pressed up against his jean-covered one and he could rest his arm on the back of your chair as you both ate.

The rest of the guys around the table were still going with their own conversation, trying their hardest to pretend they hadn’t witnessed all of the never-ending PDA between yourself and Eddie. It always shocked everyone, including the boys of the Hellfire Club, that Eddie managed to bag someone like you and that you were cool with being so public about it.

The guys liked you; you listened to what they said and pretended that it made sense to you. You weren’t one to judge, even though you had come from the popular crowd - which they of course found odd at first. You were sweet and what the hell you were doing with Eddie was what made the least sense.

Eddie traced his fingers gently from shoulder to shoulder, gliding his hand along the top of your back. He scratched along, letting his fingers dance across your clothed skin until they poked at your headphones still around your neck.

“You been listening to that mix tape I made you?”

You nodded your head, swallowing the bite of food in your mouth, “mmhm… but I still don’t think mixing Fleetwood Mac songs with your metal music is going to make me like it more,” you smiled apologetically.

Eddie held up his pointer finger with a determined look in his eyes, “ah, you’re wrong there, my sweet. Don’t they always say, if there’s a will there’s a way?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “whatever you say, Dr Seuss.”

His hand fell from playing with your headphones to your exposed thigh, the cool metal of his rings igniting goosebumps to form all around your body.

“You cold?” he asked knowingly, having told you that morning that it was too cold to wear a dress that short.

You huffed quietly, turning your head only the slightest to stare at his much too knowing face as he eyed your bare thighs and arms, “yeah… but I don’t want to hear anything about it, smarty pants.”

“So I’m a smarty pants now, huh?,” he laughed, trying his best to cover it with a cough when you gave him a look, “I wasn’t gonna say anything… I was only gonna offer you this,” he grinned, pointing to his leather jacket under his denim vest.

“…But if you don’t want to take it because I’m too much of a smarty pants, I totally get it,” he continued with one hand raised whilst the other still squeezed your thigh.

You rolled your eyes again for what felt like the millionth time that day, “I want it.”

Eddie just stared at you expectantly with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, I want to borrow it… may I, please, Eds?” You caved, smiling sweetly as you always did at him, deciding to drop the attitude because you really were starting to freeze.

“Of course, you may, baby,” he grinned, smoothing back your loose flying hair, feeling his mind and body melt watching you lean into his touch.

The denim vest was discarded with quick movements, thrown on his lap carelessly as he let the leather fall from his arms and then draped gently over your shoulders, shielding you from the cold of Hawkins high.

“Better?” Eddie asked hopefully, having settled back into his chair with his denim vest on again.

“Much… thank you, baby.”

With a pleased smile, he let his hand find your thigh again, tuning back into the conversation around the table and adding his dramatic takes and opinions in typical loud Eddie fashion.

The conversation flowed, your ears tuned it out, letting you enjoy the white noise of the cafeteria and the loud voice of your boyfriend. You didn’t mind not being a part of the conversation and Eddie knew that - he felt a sort of contentment having you beside him where he could keep an eye on you and keep you safe.

“What’s on your shirt?” Eddie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and the silence around the table was deafening as everyone zeroed in on Mike and his destroyed shirt.

Mike’s face was beet red, his eyes leaving Eddie’s questioning gaze to look at you. You gave him a slow nod, resting your hand on top of Eddie’s as a minimal distraction from roasting the poor freshman.

“Dustin and I had a little accident in science… so I was wondering if I maybe could get a new shirt?” Mike said wearily, eyeing Eddie’s reaction closely.

“This is how you guard your life?” Eddie raised a brow, “painting America over it?”

“I’m sorry, Eddie… I promise I’ll take better care of the next one,” Mike just about cried, trying to hide it with a very pained smile.

There was a long pause where Eddie just stared - trying to intimidate - but a small squeeze of your hand pulled him from his thoughts. His gaze fell to yours; you gave him a small smile along with a raise of your shoulders. Finally, Eddie let out a long sigh.

“I’ll bring you a new one tomorrow… BUT mark my words Wheeler that’ll be the last one.”

Mike nodded quickly, “yup, got it.”

And with that the conversation flowed again, except this time Eddie leaned in to speak closer to your ear, starting a conversation just for you.

“You’re still coming to mine later right?”

“Yeah… I’ll meet you at Hellfire after band practice,” you spoke back quietly.

Eddie smiled and nodded, “alright… and you’re still sure I’m not qualified for band?”

“I’m sure,” you laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder, “I don’t even get why you want to be in band… it’s not really your scene.”

He gave your thigh a squeeze, “well, you’re there… and I really believe this school needs a lesson or two about what real music is… preferably from me.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” you grinned, pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat, “what would this school do without you?”

Eddie laughed, peppering kisses along your hairline, “I don’t even wanna imagine it.”

.

“Lucas, you need an 11 or above to beat it, don’t take that risk man!” Dustin squealed, shaking Lucas’ arm violently.

You crept into the room silently, noting the tense atmosphere around the table as Lucas debated what to do, looking at Eddie who wore a sly smirk.

“what’s life without a little risk?” Eddie spoke from his place on the throne, his chin in his hand as he observed the huddle of boys.

“You just want us to lose,” Mike rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

Eddie stood from his seat, “now why would I want my own players to lose my campaign?”

“BECAUSE YOU’RE EVIL!… sorry, but you are” Dustin slammed his hands against the table,” don’t do it, Lucas!”

You chuckled to yourself quietly; you didn’t quite understand what was going on, but you did love the enthusiasm - and Eddie’s smug face was also not something to complain about. The leather jacket hanging over your frame smelt like him and it had been like a constant hug throughout the day, keeping you warm.

Shaking your head, you pulled your headphones over your ears whilst gliding down to the floor. The music that flowed through was one of the songs Eddie was trying to train you to enjoy, a Black Sabbath song; it wasn’t half bad, but you definitely preferred when right after that ‘The Chain’ by Fleetwood Mac started playing.

Not even five songs later your headphones were plucked from your head, surprising you. You hadn’t even noticed your eyes slipping shut, but when you opened them to find a smiling Eddie you couldn’t even pretend to be mad about the disturbance.

“You tired there, pretty girl?” he grinned, bending down to extend a hand to you.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, letting him pull you up. Right on queue, you let out a small yawn, making Eddie’s eyes soften.

He tucked you into his warm embrace, petting the back of your head softly, “I bet you are.”

“Was the campaign good?” your voice was muffled against his shirt, but he heard you nonetheless as he stood swaying with you in the empty club room.

“So good! These fuckers won’t even know what to expect next week for the grand finale,” Eddie replied enthusiastically, squeezing you just a bit tighter out of excitement.

You chuckled, squeezing him back around his middle and mumbling into his shirt, “I love it when you get all excited… it makes me happy.”

Eddie peppered kisses on the top of your head, his hand travelling up into your hair to scratch your scalp gently. His stomach was doing all sorts of flips, filling with a swarm of butterflies. If he wasn’t already head over heels in love with you he definitely would be now.

“You getting all soft on me now, huh?” he cooed, holding you tight enough that you could practically merge together.

“Mhmm,” you nodded tiredly against his chest, not even bothering to come up with a counterargument or a witty comeback because why bother lying when you both were well aware of just how true it was.

Eddie hummed and laughed, “must really be tired… - let’s go home, I’ll order us a pizza and I also have a little surprise for you.”

This caught your attention and you let your face angle up to look at his own, eyes sparkling with their usual teasing and mischief.

“What surprise?”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be much of a surprise, would it, sweetheart?” He asked with a raised brow, leaning down to peck your pouting lips.

“I guess not,” you murmured, letting him interlace your hand with his and pull you out of the school and into his van.

.

You watched him drive with the windows down, hand on your thigh as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beat of whatever music was playing from the speakers. Whenever he had the chance he spared small glances in your direction, smiling widely when your eyes met and visible heat covered your face. Small pieces of his hair were flying in his face where they had come loose from the hair tie you had helped him put his hair in before starting the van, he looked pretty and you couldn’t help the small whisper you let into the space.

“You’re really pretty.”

Because he was and he deserved to know it and you were sure no one else would tell him.

Eddie turned his face with a look of disbelief, hand tightening on your thigh as he tried to keep his focus on driving safely.

“What?” he asked incredulously, turning his head back and forth between you and the road.

You looked down at your hand that lay on top of his with a bashful smile, “I’m sorry… I just thought you should know.”

His mouth opened and closed, for the first time ever you’d left him speechless.

The speechlessness didn’t last long before he shook his head with a small laugh, “just wait until we get out of this van.”

Then he was shouting out of the window to no one in particular, “MY GIRL THINKS I’M PRETTY!”

You laughed loudly, squeezing his arm, “Eddie!”

“What? I just thought they should know,” he laughed, parroting your words back to you.

“You’re unbelievable,” you grinned.

“And you’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, you know that right?”

You smiled down at your hands once again, heat travelling all over your body, “I’m starting to get the idea,” you whispered, voice almost drowned out by the wind and music.

“It’s more than an idea, baby… I’m still having a hard time believing that you’re willingly sitting in my van and that you think I’m pretty.”

You shrugged, “well you are.”

He shrugged right back, bringing the van to a halt, “and you are too.”

.

“Eddie!” You giggled pushing at his chest, the kisses he was leaving on your neck tickling.

He didn’t budge, only breathing a laugh through his nose causing goosebumps to rise along your arms. His lips moved along the expanse of your throat, kissing the underside of your jaw and sucking hickeys into the soft skin.

“Eddie!” You tried again with a whine, “my surprise.”

He groaned against your neck, slowly straightening up and leaving a peck on your nose, “absolutely no patience,” he tsked.

“Says you,” you smacked his chest lightly, “I’m curious!”

He hummed with a smirk, moving from you to rifle through a drawer in his closet.

“Okay, close your eyes,” he said, looking at you expectantly.

A smile decorated your lips before you let your eyes drift close, listening to his shuffling and the sounds that drew closer. You waited patiently, shifting from one foot to the other when the sounds stopped. A small gasp escaped you when you felt his rough hand swipe against your cheek, cupping and caressing it lightly.

“You know I love you right?” He questioned, kissing your cheek and smiling when he felt your cheek lift in a smile against his lips.

“Of course and I love you…- is it a serious gift?”

Eddie chuckled, “a serious proof of how much I love you. Okay, open your eyes.”

You blinked your eyes open, looking from his happy face down to the square object in his hand. It took you a moment to recognize it as a vinyl and you would have laughed if your first reaction wasn’t squealing and staring at Eddie in shock.

“Oh my god! Where did you get this?!” You squealed, jumping into his arms to give him a quick hug. He didn’t have enough time to react before you were taking the vinyl from him to inspect it, turning it over multiple times to take in the black and white photo on the cover.

Eddie chuckled, placing a hand on the small of your back, looking over your shoulder at the vinyl like he hadn’t bought it, “I have my ways.”

“It’s been sold out for months… oh my god, Eds! I can’t believe you bought me the Tears for Fears album,” you were smiling so wide it hurt. You touched the song names with your finger, looking over your shoulder at him with wide eyes.

“Proof of how much I love you,” he confirmed with a huge smile of his own, “and we can even listen to it now.”

“Really? You, Eddie Munson, are going to play Tears for Fears on your record player?” You chuckled, reaching a hand up to check his temperature on his cheeks and forehead.

Eddie laughed, taking your hand in his to kiss the back of it, “I’ve forced you to listen to enough Black Sabbath, I think I owe you one.”

“The whole thing?” You looked at him pleadingly, letting him turn you in his arms and pull you into him, careful not to crush the record between you.

“Of course, baby… the whole thing,” he smiled, taking the record from you and walking to his record player.

You followed close behind him, like an excited puppy, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, looking as his ringed fingers carefully fished out the record and placed it on the player. The needle scratched and within a second the familiar clinking of ‘Shout’ travelled out through the speakers and into the air of Eddie’s room.

You giggled excitedly, “thank you! I love you!”

Eddie turned in your arms and chuckled, “you’re welcome and I love you.”

You giggled when his arms found their way around you, moving your body and dancing with you in front of his record player.

“Still tired?” He asked with a chuckle when, despite your happy face and movements, you tried to stifle a yawn by hiding your face in his shoulder.

“I’m sorry… it’s just been a long day,” you mumbled with a smile into his shirt.

Eddie smiled softly, squeezing his arms around you and walking you the short distance backwards to his bed, “no need to apologize, I know why you’re tired,” he said with a knowing smirk before lowering his voice, “we didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Heat crept up your cheeks and you nodded.

“Hellfire shirt?” You asked to distract yourself from your embarrassment. Eddie just nodded knowingly, turning only to fish a Hellfire shirt from under his pillow.

His hands worked slowly and gently on the zipper on the side of your dress, looking in your eyes as he helped you out of the light garment. He smiled when you lifted your arms out of instinct letting him help the shirt over your head with practised ease. He placed a long kiss on your forehead as soon as it was visible and you smiled lovingly up at him.

“All ready for bed,” he grinned, toeing off his shoes and stripping out of his shirt and jeans quicker than you thought possible.

He guided you down under the blanket, coaxing you close to him and into his arms.

“You didn’t get pizza,” you mumbled, feeling guilty that your tiredness messed up his dinner plans.

“Don’t even worry about it… I was actually still full from lunch," he smiled, placing a kiss on your hairline and letting his hands wander up and down your back as you snuggled closer to him.

“I love you… so much,” you mumbled through your lovesick haze.

Eddie swears he’s never had as many butterflies swarm his stomach before. Your sweet scent filled his nostrils and he felt high just on having you so close. And the best thing about it all, you felt safe with him and you loved him. He felt so content, if he could he would stay like this with you forever; he would without a second of a doubt.

“I love you, my pretty girl.”

.

!Nsfw bonus scene below!

“I can’t sleep,” you murmured against his warm chest, breathing in the familiar scent of the cologne you had gifted him on his birthday, laundry detergent and cigarettes.

He hummed, caressing your cheek with his thumb, “need help?”

“How?” you murmured groggily against his chest.

He paused like he was thinking, tapping at his chin in thought, “well, I have a few ideas.”

Before you could properly react he was already busy crawling down the bed, pushing the blanket down with him and spreading your legs with gentle hands. Your groggy tired mind perked up quickly as you watched his soft eyes look at the plain black panties that covered your cunt like it was the sexiest piece of lingerie he had ever seen.

Time after time again Eddie always made you feel like the most beautiful and sexy woman on the face of the earth, especially when he swiped his tongue along his lips and ground his hips subtly against his bed.

“Alright, angel?” he asked, looking back and forth between your face and cunt, stroking his thumb against your clit over your panties.

“Mhmm, alright,” you confirmed with a nod, lifting your hips only a smidge, but Eddie understood with a sly grin. He slowly peeled your underwear down and off your legs, throwing them onto the floor with little care for where they landed.

He smiled to himself, rubbing his thumb along your exposed cunt, dipping his finger into your wetness before moving it up to rub your clit slowly. Watching your face closely, he grinned when your mouth fell open and a small whimper slipped out of it.

“You’re always so good for me,” he murmured with a grin, moving his thumb faster and entering two fingers inside you with quick movements.

You nodded, letting a moan tumble past your lips, “good for you.”

“Mhmm, so good.”

He grinned, basking in how the tired fog in your brain directly translated to you becoming the sweetest most pliant thing. His lips met your inner thigh, kissing up slowly as his fingers kept a steady pace in you.

The stretch of his fingers was so delicious, they worked on you with such practised ease. It was hard for you to picture a time before Eddie and his magic fingers; no one had ever taken the time to pleasure you or learn your body like he had. He was perfect, even if he didn’t quite believe it.

You shuddered as the cool metal of his rings touched your warm pussy, covering them in wetness.

The open-mouthed kisses worked slowly from your thighs to replace his thumb on your clit, letting his tongue dart out to swipe over the sensitive nub.

You shuddered and gasped, hands falling down to grip his shoulder and hair to have some kind of leverage.

The Tears for Fears album was long since over, the only sound in the room now was your whimpering moans, Eddie’s low grunts and slurps and the low squeak of his bed from him grinding his hips into the mattress for friction.

You could feel him smile against you, taking your clit into his mouth to suck on it and lick over it. Your hips started grinding against his face on their own accord, chasing that blissful feeling you could feel yourself crawling towards.

“Eddie, I’m close,” you whined, tightening your grip on his shoulder.

He nodded, working his fingers faster into you and moving his other hand up to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers with his. A shudder ran up his back every time he hit the mattress just the right way against his cock, staining his boxers and the sheets with the pre-cum oozing from the tip.

“I know, baby. Come on, I know you can do it,” he spoke softly against your cunt, words slightly muffled and hot.

You moaned, choking on a whine when his moans vibrated across your cunt, the sounds so sexy they acted as the final push for you to feel your thighs shake and tighten around his shoulder. Your body tensed and your hand grasped his tightly, trying to get away from the pleasure, but Eddie was eager to help you ride it out. His long moans warmed your cunt and matched the sounds of yours leaving your mouth.

He let you ride it out as long as you could, pulling his fingers from you so gently, but it still caused you to whimper. Gentle kisses were placed on your thighs before he slowly began getting up and off the bed.

“Wait! Where are you going?” You asked in a panic, eyes wide and tired tears already starting to form.

He cooed, bending over to coax you to lay back down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “just to get cleaned up, angel, won’t even be a minute… I promise.”

You furrowed your brows before looking down to see a visible wet patch on his boxers and a sheepish look on his face when he noticed you looking.

It was your moans and the tightening of your cunt around his fingers that did it, he couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to and he definitely didn’t want to.

“It’s just what you do to me,” he grinned, scurrying to the bathroom to clean himself up and ruffle through his drawers for a fresh pair.

He returned less than two minutes later, helping you into another clean pair of boxers he had fished from his drawer, kissing both your hips before sliding them up.

And then, there you were again tucked up against him under the blanket with his hands running up and down your back gently. This time however you could barely keep your eyes open, but you tried, wanting to enjoy every possible moment with the soft version of the long-haired metal head.

It didn’t last longer than 30 seconds, the low sounds of Eddie’s hums and sweet praises lulling you to sleep quickly.

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⟢ PASTRY EMPORIUM ━☆ {003.}

✑ twst boys with an s/o who enjoys cooking and what dishes they’d make! these might be a little off… even after i did my research on them🧍🏾 ft. octavinelle

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AZUL ASHENGROTTO

your dish is…

COTTON CANDY CAKE BATTER FUDGE !!

♫ UNDER CONTROL - THE INTERNET

- azul is such a little goofy goober with a good amount of cooking experience but he is oh so understanding<3 he will follow your every instruction even if that means burning himself by your delicious cooking cause! idc this dude has such a sweet tooth, loves cotton candy.

- you turn around to mix the condensed milk and the melted white chocolate together and hes already (SOMEHOW) made the cotton candy into various shapes, making stars is his favorite. then you have to buy a whole different bag of cotton candy bc the shapes are too cute to ruin, now they are toppings. azul will not show you his shaping sorcery, he will watch as you try and find out how he does it though. almost cried when you made an octopus n said it was your favorite.

- HE. LOVES. COLORING. SPRINKLES. you know those sugar sprinkles? yeah, he makes those. sure, you could buy them from the store but you also could make cute messes with him and take pictures for your album. pink and blue sprinkled colored lips turn into purple tongues😼

- azul loves decorating the small fudge cakes with sugar n more cotton candy. they’re so colorful n pretty (just like him tbh) he also likes holding hands with you? if you’re only using one hand, he’s intertwining your fingers with yours. the cotton candy extract that makes the fudge taste like cotton candy? make sure you buy two, he’s downing it like its water. it’s good! the fudge comes out with such a beautiful swirl he shares some with floyd and jade but! this will never meet the menu. not that it isn’t good enough, its just that making it is special, cooking with you is special. he’d like to keep it that way

“wow, don’t you look adorable sugar-coated… pft—“

“that was the worst one yet, lovely…”

“but it was funny, huh?”

JADE LEECH

your dish is…

BROWN SUGAR MILK TEA !!

♫ BEAUTY IN DEATH - CHASE ATLANTIC

- screaming, crying, stomping my feet. jade is very good at cooking, he just likes making tea more. so what better than to make him some brown sugar boba manne. he took a little sippy sip the first time you gave it to him and he almost inhaled the rest of it.

- he’s usually not that messy when cooking with you, he does somehow find himself spilling the milk… OH! he let’s you wear his hat while you work, you have this happy little trot when you wear it. he’s made little bobas of the tsums, azul, floyd, they may be at the bottom but the fun is actually making the little bebes. jade coats the rim of your cup with water so he can cover it with brown sugar >:].

- HE’LL MAKE BOBA OF YOU IF YOU MAKE BOBA OF HIM‼️‼️ he makes a little cloud of whipped cream so you can place his boba like he’s a little cherry. forehead kisses, all the time. you could be minding your own business and he just mwah. theres something domestic about the little smooches, he cant get enough.

- he’s so happy when he gets to make the tea while the boba is boiling. he’s mixing the tea like (─‿─). also gives you a piggyback ride around the kitchen sometimes. he definitely serves you boba when he makes you breakfast in bed.

“are you making little me’s?”

“indeed i am ^o^”

“i’ll make little you’s then, we’ll match :)”

FLOYD LEECH

your dish is…

KOHAKUTOU !!

♫ YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK - KALI UCHIS

- he jus wants something to cronch on fr.. edible crystals are satisfying to bite down on. floyd loves cooking with you, its his favorite hobby <3

- he loves these things, he loves you, he loves when you make him these things!!! especially when you top them with pop rocks, he probably eats the plate too. floyd also has a potty mouth n sometimes its kinda scary… like when he was boiling the agar agar a bubble popped and burned him, its like when you put bacon on a pan. he was laughing and casually just curses “heheha, fuck! that hurt😄” like sir are you okay..?😧 he’s okay, you smooched it better.

- he likes making this because it reminds him of jade which is kinda weird because he’s gonna scarf em down anyway. he actually makes a whole different batch of agar agar to make crystals that look like actual jade so he can give a few to jade. floyd is the definition of chaotic, the kitchen will always end up messy in some way.

- his kisses are never ending, he actually steals them now, sly fucker. now his music is loud but he definitely chooses a chill playlist so he can dance with you. while the crystals are chilling, you two are playing games with each other. mostly bedwars in minecraft, bro is actually cracked its scary…

- floyd likes for you to sit between his legs with your back against his chest and play animal crossing while he feeds you and himself crystals, they taste better that way >:]

“kiss it better?”

“did you burn yourself again?”

“kiss it better? :((“

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Nessian surprise pregnancy announcement

happy April fools 🩵 also combining this with this prompt ⤵️

After nine long months, Cassian could hardly believe he was seeing his daughter in his wife’s arms. She was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen — second only to Nesta herself, of course — and he didn’t think he’d ever forget the moment he’d first gotten to hold her in his arms. She was so tiny that part of him had been scared he’d somehow hurt her, but he’d stopped worrying about that the moment her small fingers curled around his pointer finger.

Nesta looked completely exhausted in her hospital bed, but she seemed just as in awe as Cassian was. “She’s so beautiful.”

“Are you surprised?” he fired back, looking away from their daughter’s perfect face to look at his wife’s stunning one instead. “I mean, look at the material.”

“Shut up,” she replied with a good-natured roll of her eyes. “She’s all you, anyway.”

Seraphina did look a lot like him, with her dark hair and golden-brown skin, but Cassian had studied Nesta’s features enough to know them when he saw them. “Nah. She definitely has your nose.”

“Whatever you say, baby,” Nesta responded tiredly. She shut her eyes and gently shifted around to find a more comfortable position, sighing as she found the relief she was looking for.

He couldn’t decide where he wanted to look more. Between being in total awe that his wife had brought their daughter into the world and that said daughter was absolutely adorable, it was almost like sensory overload. He decided to look back and forth between them every few minutes, more than happy with the pretty picture his family made.

He never thought he could have this for himself, but damn did it feel good.

“Don’t tell Feyre and Rhys,” Cassian murmured, his fingers gently combing through their daughter’s hair, “but our kid is way cuter.”

“Fuck,” Nesta hissed quietly, not wanting to wake Sera as her own eyes snapped open. “We never told them!”

“Fuck,” Cassian repeated. Sera opened her eyes and immediately narrowed them at him from his volume, and he sheepishly passed the baby over to Nesta before it turned into a full-blown crying episode. “Come here, let me get a picture.”

Nesta had been so nervous about something happening to the baby after the experience Feyre and Rhys had had with Nyx that she’d begged Cassian not to tell anyone. It had been hard keeping such a big secret from their family, especially with how often they liked to get together, but they’d somehow managed to pull it off. The first few months hadn’t been too bad, but once Nesta had started showing, they’d had to come up with increasingly more elaborate reasons for why Nesta couldn’t come to their family get-togethers.

“Say cheese,” Cassian said, holding up his phone for their first picture as a family. Nesta gave the best smile she could muster given how tired she was, propping up Sera’s head so her little face was visible, and Cassian snapped a bunch of pictures. “These are nice.”

He picked the best looking one and sent it in their family group chat, sending all the details about Sera’s weight and height and time of birth. It didn’t take long for people to start texting back, but instead of the congratulations texts he was expecting, he got a wide array of question marks and confused emojis.

Whose baby did you steal for this?? Mor had written.

Ha ha, very funny, Lucien added.

Cute baby, though, Rhys texted, replying to Mor’s original message.

“Why does everyone think I’m joking?” Cassian asked, showing Nesta the texts.

“Probably because it’s April Fool’s, you idiot,” Nesta answered fondly. She took his phone and sent another picture, this time of a close up of her sweaty, exhausted face. “Bet you they won’t think we’re joking now.”

He laughed as he read the caption she’d written with the picture. Trust me, the thirteen hours I spent in labor aren’t a fucking joke.

Sure enough, within the hour their entire family was gathered in the hospital room with a truly ridiculous amount of balloons and baby gifts. Judging from her victorious smile, Cassian knew Nesta would be holding this over him for the rest of their lives.

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[yennefer-x-tissaia]

How close Anya and Myanna must have become over the years if that was Anya's real reaction to that scene 😭😭

MyAnna's spoken about loving working with Anya a few times over the years:

“I get my time with Anya, which is wonderful. One, because she’s so much fun to work with, and also because I love the relationship, like you said, between Tissaia and Yennefer, I think it’s really, really special and it’s a huge part of why I love this show so very much.” (x)

And Anya's just a dream. As soon as I look at her I'm filled with love and just...I just adore her. (x)

But this year we got to hear Anya's thoughts on working with MyAnna:

Anya Chalotra, who plays Yennefer, told Insider in a joint interview with Freya Allan that her "greatest experiences on the show" were working with Buring. "She's a force," Chalotra said. "I wouldn't be the person I am today without her, quite honestly. So, yeah, it was hard. And I hope people this season are as in awe of her and what she's done for the show as I am, as we all are." Allan, who plays Ciri, said that she was "really emotional" watching Buring's final scenes because she knew how close Chalotra and Buring became on set. "I know how much she's meant to you in this whole journey," she said, turning to Chalotra. "Especially season one being so hard, and her being there with you through that." (x)

Another one:

MyAnna means so much to me. She was there day one. I’d spend time with her family in Budapest. She looked after me in season one, and has through the seasons — not only me, but everyone on set. She gives so much. That loss is huge for the show and huge for Yennefer. (x)

And lastly:

Were there any moments, good or bad, that really sat with you? Made you laugh, made you cry? That you really felt through season three? Yeah. Losing Tissaia. Losing MyAnna. Watching it. That would be my biggest moment (x)

I wish we'd had some behind the scenes content with them both together, analysing a scene or something. That would've been a nice way to mark the end of their journey together.

#Anonymous #anya chalotra #myanna buring #ask #season 3 spoilers #the witcher spoilers #interview

[gravityglitch-blog]

Okay, so I just finished the new Murder Drones episode. I feel like I understand even less now. Someone please tell me I'm not alone in this feeling.

A long post, spoilers and my barely coherent thoughts about moments that stood out to me under the cut.

What exactly is JC Jensen in Spaaaace trying to accomplish with these experiments? Nori and the other Workers must have been suffering so much at their hands. One thing I found touching in an otherwise horrifying flashback was Yeva caring for Nori, even through the nightmare they were living.

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It was sad to see Uzi being scared of N again.

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Newfound respect for Doll, standing up to her own nightmare.

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Tessa has been setting off my alarm bells since she first landed, but I wasn't expecting what she did to Doll or...whatever this is. Then again, this really isn't Tessa at all, is it?

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I'm still thinking the Solver consumes planets and life, like Galactus from Marvel comic books. The flashback inflicted on N shows a world trying to fight back.

This next shot comes after the scene of V and J on the ground. Are these new Disassembly Drones we haven't met yet?

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Nori meeting N...one of the first things she says is, "Hey, you look familiar." So the theory that N killed her before can't be dismissed yet. Even in this weird setting, it's adorable that, down to her literal core, Nori still loves Khan.

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The fight with Solver Uzi moved too quickly for me to get a good screenshot (the animation in this episode was so good) but the way N broke it up, omg

(Little hearts and everything 💛💜)

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This is the part that genuinely made me laugh in this confusing maze of horror.

And this is the part that made me want to cry, especially when he strokes her hair.

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Uzi and N dangling over basically a hellmouth, and her loving him enough to sacrifice herself.

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I feel like she must at least suspect something is on the other side, or this is the calmest fall-to-doom I have ever seen.

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Here I think she's looking into the eye of the Solver itself, like the Eye of Sauron. Is she truly in outer space or is this a hallucination? I guess only the next episode will tell.

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Shifting focus a little, I was really happy to see these guys again, especially Khan. I've been hoping that he'd take a more active role and fight for his daughter.

He actually built Uzi's rail gun😭

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J remembers the rail gun. I love that shot of Lizzy and Thad. I hope the fan theories about them being siblings are true, they'd make a great brother and sister team.

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In conclusion, this episode was a rollercoaster.

Still not entirely sure of what I just saw or how I feel about it, only that it can be summed up by this image

This one, too, actually

Thank you for reading this far.

#murder drones spoilers #murder drones episode 7 spoilers #murder drones ep 7 spoilers #murder drones mass destruction spoilers #murder drones #murder drones episode 7 #uzi doorman #serial designation n

[goldsainz]

MASTERLIST.

A/N: this is based on a request @ateliefloresdaprimavera sent me!! so thank you sm for requesting, hope you all enjoy [gif cred: @colewald]

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Y/N Smith and Matt Smith React To Your Tweets About “House of the Dragon”

You were excited to do an Interview with Matt after such a long time. You’d done a couple talk shows spontaneously over the years, but this was formally about a project you were both so enthralled by. 

In a way, the mood was different. You were now a married couple who had two beautiful kids, and had been friends for over ten years. Time really flew by.

As the interview began you were sitting next to your husband, a bowl full of papers in front of you.

“I am Matt Smith,” You started, looking at Matt expectantly.

“And I’m Y/N Smith.” He continues, a victorious smile on both of your faces. The multiple failed takes definitely made its way into both of your minds. 

“And we’re here to react to your tweets about ‘House of the Dragon’!” You both say in unison, high fiving each other as you let out a laugh.

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“We were told you guys many things to say about the show when it's not even out!” Your voice was amused, while Matt looked at you with a small smile.

“The internet is truly surprising” Matt lets out, making you shake your head.

“Okay, so here’s the deal. We’ll both be reading some things you’ve posted, and we’ll react on the spot.”

“No judgment on our side.” You shot Matt a look, “Maybe just a little.”

“Can I go first, please?” You ask, slightly pouting so he would say yes. You knew he could never truly refuse you if you made that face.

“Of course, my love.” The grin on your face at his words was all Matt would ever need in return.

You reach for the bowl and shake it, “So nobody can say we cheated!” You tell the camera, pointing your finger like you would when warning your children about something.

“Nobody’s going to say that now, Y/N.” Your husband says amusedly, finding it adorable that your tendencies as a mother made its way into other moments.

“@/ynmywife says “Whoever casted Y/N as a Targaryen in the show, will have my therapy bills delivered to their house😭” and then there’s a crying emoji.” You then roll the paper and throw it in a basket below the table.

“First off, I’m her husband so she’s not your wife,” Matt points out, jokingly placing his arm around your shoulder to show off his ‘dominance’, “Secondly, I agree with that statement.”

“You don’t even go to therapy!” You exclaim, looking bewildered by his words.

“The point still stands, but seriously, how did being cast feel?” He turns the conversation around, trying to bring back some seriousness, his arms still placed around you.

“It was surreal. I actually hadn’t auditioned to be a Targaryen, but I guess my vibes were those.” You started your answer, “My agent called and said I got the role of Valenya Targaryen, I remember being so shocked but I accepted instantly because I knew the experience would be amazing, and it was!” 

“My story for being cast is much more boring compared to yours.” Matt murmurs, a small laugh leaving his lips as he reaches for the next paper in the bowl.

“I’m sure it's not.” You tell him, kissing his cheek.

“@/valyrianbiatch says “Are we gonna talk about how hot Daemon and Valenya look in those teaser pics???” with three question marks, it seems like they really want some answers.”

“We should talk about it more, tell us Matt, how does it feel to be married to such a hot person?” You teasingly say.

“It feels amazing.” Matt responds, as you make an “aw” sound that some of the crew backstage copies. He just places his hands in a way that is supposed to show you off, like he doesn’t need to further explain his answer.

“I think Daemon and Valenya exude this badass energy, which instantly makes them attractive to the eye.” Your words are slightly more serious, trying to actually get the interview somewhat correctly done. But you’re sure the fans will only concentrate on the more unserious bits.

“Plus they’re interpreted by stunning people, what’s not to like about that?”

“Exactly!” You exclaim, taking another paper from the bowl.

“@/dracaryss_ says “It feels illegal to watch HOTD knowing Matt and Y/N were casted as siblings!!” with two exclamation marks at the end.” You read out the paper, playing with it while thinking of a good answer.

“It’s definitely less weird now, the Targaryen family tree really is a circle of incestous people.” Matt answers jokingly.

“I feel like we’ve been in this job long enough to separate our actual lives from fiction, which I feel everyone should be able to do.” You say, looking at Matt after.

“That’s also very vital to the process, and they don’t really behave like siblings so most of the time it wasn’t as awkward.” He ends with a laugh, as you smile in return.

“The show may not be to everyone’s taste, so please be cautious while watching!” While you speak Matt reaches for another paper. 

“Let 's see… @/lannisterlions says “And when I faint from the beauty of the Targaryens? Then what?””

“I would recommend some water, some ibuprofen even.” You were being sarcastic, but your voice had a motherly edge to it which made Matt almost melt in his seat. 

“I fear they’ll be fainting a lot, they’re the stars of the show.”

“That too.” You agree, chuckling slightly.

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You’ve already responded to a couple of tweets, some responses more serious than others in which you’ve just taken the piss out of their silly comments.

“I feel like I’ve answered tweets for a lifetime now.” You let out, your head resting on the shoulder of your husband, his arm wrapped around your waist. 

“I know I have.” Matt tells the camera, nodding slightly at his own words.

“It was very fun, though.” You add while smiling.

“We had a blast, thank you for all of the amazing tweets.”

“And don’t forget to tune in every sunday for a new episode of ‘House of the Dragon’ available on HBO.” You end, blowing some kisses to the camera as Matt waves his hand.

The video ends with Matt whispering something inaudible to your ears, making you throw your head back in laughter as the video fades to black.

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username5: they look so caring😭

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[pix3lplays]

Did someone say Dottore?

Something that makes me laugh to think about Dottore is that he has a daughter, specifically a girl

And I'm not referring to when he was Fatui, I'm referring to the fact that he had a daughter at the Academy and he is a tough dad.

It makes me laugh to think about Dottore who, although he is not a good father at all, seems like a human for the first time with his daughter around him

The daughter came out just as crazy as him, experimenting and murdering, defying the order imposed by the Gods and simply being true to herself, almost in the same way as Dottore

Ah, but put them together in the same room and they will talk with friendly smiles, talking happily about their discoveries and how happy they are for each other because of the great progress they have made lately

"Ah, father! How nice to see you again, you won't believe how well the last experiment went with the strange mud of the Chasm next to the pillars of Celestia."

"I'm glad, my daughter! You're going to love hearing about how the deception and experimentation on humans of various physical abilities has gone, it's excellent material for the future."

And Scaramouche is watching in the background while he's almost dying, having to put up with two mad scientists

One more

"Father! This is a disaster!"

"Huh? What's wrong honey? Did any test subjects escape? Don't worry, they'll die from the poison of..."

"It's not that! Who cares about that rat? The person I like to buy fresh dates from won't be coming anymore! Ah, now what will I eat on my breaks? We should go to Sumeru right now! And while I'm there, I'll make sure the experiment with forbidden knowledge is going well and the deal with the Hermits remains on track"

"So that's it, don't worry, I'll tell other me to come with you, don't forget to bring me something interesting."

I don't know, it's just like they did CTRL + V on Dottore but it came out female, so they get along great

+Bonus with Paimon and Traveler

"A clone of Dottore! Nahida said there were no more!"

"A clone? I guess I really look too much like Father... Anyway, don't worry either, that's not why I'm here, do you know where there's a good desert date seller?"

"What do you mean with that...?"

"Well, let's buy dates, they are very delicious if seasoned with roasted Sumeru flowers... Ah, I don't think you're really going to say anything because of your face... Don't look at me in that way, it's not my fault that my father almost kill your friend"

Anything that makes Dottore act with even a modicum of humanity makes me laugh

I think that if Dottore had a daughter from his first years of Fatui or Academia, they would get along genuinely good, the daughter is going to turn out like a Sparkle mixed with him, but they get along wonderfully

— 📦

Dadttore lol.

Dottore acting like a human being is. Yeah. But I’m very charmed with Dottore and his daughter being close to as crazy as he is, that’s so adorable somehow??

Like?? Nah he’s not a good dad but MEH she doesn’t notice, lol. She just wants to do her little experiments and do her research!!

Also if I saw Dottore had a kid I would have the, “where the HECK did you get that from??” moment. She looks like him but…no. No there’s no waaaay. Dottore??? Nooooo. This child just spawned into the world one day there is no other explanation. That or he created her in a lab. Or like you said. CTRL + V except make him a girl. I’m crying. Where did this child come from. And I refuse to believe anyone’s taking responsibility for that lol.

Local single dad Dottore with his little daughter on his lap while he reads her a dissection manual. Lovely.

One day his daughter, young but already an expert in biology like papa, is all, “wait. Where DID I come from?? Who the heck is my-”

And he tells her to not worry about something like that. Doesn’t matter. She only needs him, right?

She’s so cute ugh I’m imagining her in her own little mask and her own little evil lab coat.

Yeah, perfect.

He’s got his own style of ‘hands-off’ parenting. Which goes just as well as you’d expect. He’s like I’m not worried about her, she’ll come home when she’s hungry.

Sir, please-

Comically bad dad Dottore is also entertaining to me oh my goodness I’m sorry.

And when she’s a teenager?? Oof he’s not ready for that.

She knows her dad. She knows to not bring anyone home to meet him, lol. Like she still loves him and they get along great but she’d like to keep her boyfriend around for at least a few months. Maybe once she gets bored of them though…

#Genshin impact #genshin impact dottore #Dottore

[benkeibear]

☰ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

⧫ Character: Mitsuya

⧫ Reader: genderneutral

⧫ WARNINGS: afab!reader, sub!Reader, dom!Reader at D, breeding, praising, mentions of anal (pegging)

⧫ A/n: don’t want to miss a post? Sign up for my Taglist in my Navi! (This is a repost from my old blog)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ꕤ Mitsuya is a literal angel for aftercare

ꕤ checks up on you, gets you water, snacks, helps you clean up and don't forget lots of soft cuddles

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

ꕤ He likes his thighs? He doesn't even know why. But he adores it when you sit on his lap or grind on him

ꕤ on you He like your lips and how soft they are, loves the way you kiss every centimeter of his skin and the way they wrap so pretty around his cock

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

ꕤ Mitsuya has a slight breeding kink so if you let him, he would love to cum inside of you

ꕤ Also pushes it back in when it starts to leak out, maybe gives you another high with his fingers

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

ꕤ He would love to wear lingerie for you at least once and have you completely wreck him

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

ꕤ He's a bit experienced, mostly from porn

ꕤ He did have his hookups here and there with a model but he's more than eager to learn how to best please you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ꕤ Missionary and cowgirl

ꕤ loves to touch you and be able to look at you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ꕤ He's pretty serious but doesn’t mind to smile or let out a small laugh if something goes wrong

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

ꕤ He shaves it completely clean, when he's too busy He might leave some stubble because He has no time

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ꕤ He's so romantic it makes me wanna cry

ꕤ For your first time He laid out rose petals and lit candles

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

ꕤ He does it whenever he’s stressed while designing and doesn't want to bother you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

ꕤ Big lingerie kink, on you, on him. He just likes how beautiful it looks

ꕤ Breeding and praising kink as well

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

ꕤ everywhere private really

ꕤ Your bedroom is number one but right after is bent over his desk

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

ꕤ Like already mentioned, LINGERIE!

ꕤ Just wear anything He made you really, it gets him hard like nothing else

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ꕤ He's not really into BDSM or anything too rough

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

ꕤ Giving all the way! He would die a happy man if your thighs smother him to death

ꕤ Would never say no to a blowjob though. So sometimes you sneak on him while He's working and just go at it while hes designing

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ꕤ He’s mostly slow and sensual

ꕤ When he's stressed however He might lose it and just pounds into you to get off, but always puts your pleasure first

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

ꕤ LOVES THEM! Prefers to have his time but sometimes He just doesn’t have said time

ꕤ Definitely pulls you in a restroom at one of his shows if he's nervous

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

ꕤ He’s not too risky, most He does is in a public restroom when no one can enter

ꕤ Would never do anything where you two get caught

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

ꕤ He can go for 1-2 rounds but needs a bit of time in between

ꕤ perfect opportunity to take a seat on his face ;)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

ꕤ He has a whole collection but was too shy in the beginning

ꕤ Now however… Let's just say He enjoys watching you desperately fuck yourself with a dildo and whine for him

ꕤ Maybe He lets you use it on him as well, is a bit scared of that tbh

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

ꕤ Not that much into teasing, prefers to give you what you want

ꕤ He however likes it when you tease him or even edge him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

ꕤ Depends on the mood, mostly loud breathing and soft grunting

ꕤ occasionally there’s some high pitched moans slipping out, especially if you tease him

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

ꕤ He makes extra revealing clothes for you and might or might not use pictures of the fittings on you to get off when you're not around

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

ꕤ He's not the biggest, probably a good 5-6 inch with a slight curve to the right

ꕤ but he knows how to use it very well, Has you screaming his name in no time

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

ꕤ It’s not that high but is always ready if you're in the mood

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

ꕤ Not fast at all, takes care of you and pampers you

ꕤ Maybe once you're asleep He closes his eyes as well

#tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers smut #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya smut #takashi x reader #Takashi smut #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers mitsuya #repost ♡