#they deserve some quality spring time

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#ROOMMATE [Geto suguru]

SUMMARY: You were in your room, hoping for a nap, but it was ruined by loud moans next door.

— C.W: roommate! Geto suguru x insecure female reader , alcohol , drinking , angst , insecurity, comparing , jealousy, 18+ , nsfw , marking , nipple play , begging , creampie , teasing , oral , not proofread!

— WORD COUNT : 6.3k+

— A/N: I got carried away a bit..

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You lay in your room, yearning for a moment of peace and a quick nap, the gentle hum of your ceiling fan offering a soothing backdrop. The world outside your window was bathed in soft sunlight, a rare moment of tranquility in your otherwise busy life. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes, drifting into the beginnings of a well-deserved nap.

However, just as you began to slip into that hazy realm of rest, an unexpected interruption jarred you from your reverie. It started as faint, barely audible sounds coming from the room next door. You furrowed your brows, initially dismissing it as mere background noise.

But as the moans grew louder and more passionate, it became abundantly clear that the tranquility you so desperately sought was now out of reach. Your peace was shattered, and the source of this disruption was impossible to ignore: your roommate's fervent lovemaking, echoing through the walls and into your ears.

Your eyes snapped open, and you were left to ponder how you could possibly regain the serenity you had hoped for.

You spring out of bed and stormed to the wall that separated your room from your roommates , your palm landing on it with a loud, resounding slam.

"Keep it down!" you barked, hoping they‘ll hear you and be quiet,"Some of us are trying to get some rest!"

But instead of getting quieter, their moans grew louder, accompanied by laughter.

It seemed as if they were intentionally flaunting their intimacy, pushing the boundaries of your patience. The thin walls of the apartment complex did little to shield you from the explicit sounds of their desires.

Geto's loud chuckle resonated through the thin walls, his voice brimming with a mischievous undertone. It felt as though he was intentionally turning up the volume to make sure you heard every word. You clutched your pillow in frustration, your peaceful nap slipping further away.

"And who exactly is trying to get some rest?" he exclaimed with an almost mocking tone, fully aware of the annoyance he was causing.

Your patience ran thin as their passionate activities continued. „Me." Your voice carried through the walls, "Not everyone wants to hear you and your whores... enjoying yourselves."

A brief pause followed, marked by a faint gasp that could only be attributed to one of Geto's companions.

But Geto's next words threw you off guard. "Are you jealous or something?" he shouted back, a teasing quality in his voice.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and you couldn't help but stammer, "N-no way!" Your voice wavered as you vehemently denied any hint of jealousy.

Geto's response was a simple, "Sure..." that lingered in the air, his amused tone painting a sly smile on his face.

Your frustration with Geto's behavior extended beyond the present situation. In fact, it had been a constant struggle to come to terms with your unrequited feelings for him. It wasn't a secret crush, it was a deep, hidden affection that you'd carefully nurtured. But there was something you were certain of - Geto had no idea about your feelings. The mere thought of confessing to him filled you with dread, knowing all too well that he'd likely reject you.

All the women Geto has ever bought seemed to have the same type of body, just different faces. And every time you saw them, you couldn't help but feel that you weren't quite the same as those women.They were all svelte, confident, and undoubtedly attractive. It was impossible not to notice the recurring pattern, and every time you heard their passionate escapades through the wall, you couldn't help but feel inadequate in comparison.

Their distinct, confident moans seeped through the walls, a stark contrast to your own quiet and private moments. The realization that Geto consistently chooses partners so different from you only intensified your insecurities, creating a nagging doubt that perhaps you weren't good enough, attractive enough, or desirable enough to ever gain his attention.

You sighed, as the loud noises from the next room continued. You realized there was no hope for a peaceful nap. You pushed your covers aside and climbed out of your bed. With each step, you trudged over to the closet, your feet feeling heavy against the floor. Inside the closet, you found comfort in the familiarity of your clothing. You selected baggy black pants adorned with white stripes running down the sides from your pocket, and you paired them with a dark gray, zip-up, long-sleeve corset shirt.

In a familiar routine, you packed a few things into your backpack. This wasn't the first time you decided to leave when Geto had someone over. It was just easier to get out and avoid hearing the sounds that made you feel down. You wished you could be in their place, but deep down, you felt inadequate.

You took a deep breath, a momentary pause in your preparations, as you decided on your next move. Your usual refuge from the chaos in your shared apartment was Geto's best friend, Gojo Satoru. But today, when you reached for your phone and dialed his number, your hopes were met with disappointment.

"Hello?" Satoru's cheerful voice answered.

"Hey, Satoru," you began, "I was wondering... Can I stay over at your place tonight, like I usually do when Suguru has company over? It's just... it's one of those nights, you know?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the line, and you could sense his hesitation. Finally, Satoru spoke, regret in his tone. "I'm really sorry, Y/N, but I can't tonight. I've got a date planned, and I can't cancel on her."

Your shoulders slumped, and a sense of disappointment washed over you. You had hoped for an escape, a way to avoid the turmoil of Geto's latest tryst.

With a heavy sigh, you replied to Gojo, "It's fine. I'll think of something."

"I'm very sorry, Y/n."

You offered a small smile and reassured him, "Don't worry, Satoru. Have fun with your date." You hung up, realizing that you would need to find another way to escape the discomfort of your apartment.

Leaving your room, you crossed through the living room towards the exit. The noise from Geto's activities continued, a reminder of the frustration you were trying to leave behind. You walked out of the apartment and onto the street, not sure where your feet would take you. The night air was cool, and as you descended the stairs, you considered your options for the evening.

As you walked down the streets, your steps eventually led you to a nearby bar. The neon sign outside flickered, casting an inviting glow onto the sidewalk. You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether entering was a good idea. However, the allure of drowning your frustrations in a dimly lit space with some background chatter was too appealing.

Pushing the door open, you entered the cozy bar. The warm atmosphere and mellow music wrapped around you, offering solace from the chaos back home. You found an empty stool at the bar counter, and the bartender acknowledged you with a friendly nod.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.

You ordered a drink to help ease your mind. The alcohol provided a comforting numbness, and you began to unwind. The thoughts of Geto's activities and your insecurities faded away, at least for the moment

Sitting at the bar, nursing your drink, you couldn't help but get lost in your thoughts. The alcohol had taken the edge off your frustration, but it couldn't erase the insecurities that still lingered in the back of your mind. Your gaze was fixed on the glass in front of you, and you pondered your unfortunate situation.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted your reverie. "Hey there, mind if I sit here?" You looked up to find a handsome stranger with dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. Despite your emotional turmoil, his charisma caught your attention.

You hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded, welcoming the opportunity to escape your own thoughts. "Sure, go ahead," you replied, offering a faint smile.

As he settled on the stool beside you, the stranger introduced himself as Ryo. He leaned in closer, his eyes filled with genuine interest. "What‘s a pretty lady like you doing here?"

You bite your lips at his question,“Just came here to relax.“

„You look like you've got a lot on your mind. Care to share?“

You took a deep breath, deciding it wouldn't hurt to talk to a stranger about your problems. "It's just that... I've got this annoying roommate who's always bringing girls over. It's impossible to get some peace and quiet in my own apartment," you confided, hesitantly revealing the source of your frustrations, but not mentioning the part where you have a crush on him.

Ryo listened intently, nodding sympathetically. "That does sound tough. Must be hard to relax with all that noise.“

You nodded at his response, taking another sip of your drink.

„How about you get out of here for a while? I know a nearby motel- where we can have some…uh- you know.. And forget about your troubles." His green eyes sparkled with mischief.

Your initial instinct was to deny Ryo's offer, as it seemed too spontaneous and risky. But the alcohol coursing through your veins had other ideas. It whispered in your mind, urging you to embrace a little excitement and adventure for once.

You contemplated the proposal for a few seconds, and although a part of you was hesitant, you couldn't ignore the allure of spontaneity and a temporary escape from your problems. Your thoughts danced with uncertainty, but the alcohol had muffled your inhibitions just enough to say, "Fine I guess. I could use a little distraction right now."

With that, you both left the bar together, leaving behind your worries and insecurities for the night.

It was now 3 a.m, and you lay in the dimly lit room, naked and content, with Ryo sleeping peacefully beside you. You couldn't help but steal a glance at his serene face before gently removing the covers. The room was quiet, except for the soft, rhythmic sound of Ryo's breathing.

Carefully, you got out of the bed and started collecting your scattered clothes from the floor. As you dressed, you couldn't help but recall the unexpected turn of events that had led you to this motel room. It had been a wild ride, and you were left with a mix of emotions, from exhilaration to a tinge of guilt and the lingering worry about what might come next.

With your clothes back on, you took one last look at Ryo, who was still lost in dreams, then quietly made your way to the door,

The city was hushed at this late hour, and the streets were nearly empty as you made your way back to the apartment you shared with Geto.

As you walked along the dimly lit streets, you thought about your noisy roommate and the constant disturbance he brought into your life. At that moment, you felt a strange mixture of frustration and guilt. The secret rendezvous in the motel was something you had never imagined happening, especially not with a stranger you'd met in a bar.

As you arrived, you quietly unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside, hoping to slip in unnoticed, but as soon as the door creaked open, Geto, who was sitting on the couch engrossed in his phone, looked up and spotted you. He jumped to his feet and almost shouted your name.

"Y/n! Where were you at this hour?“ Geto roared as he stood in front of you, his anger barely contained. His eyebrows knitted in a deep frown, he continued, "And why in the world weren't you picking up your damn phone? I've been calling you for what feels like an eternity!"

You couldn't help but respond defiantly, asking, "Why do you even care?"

His frustration was palpable as he retorted, "Why shouldn't I care when you ignored both my calls and Satoru's?! I tried to call you, telling you to come back, but you didn‘t pick up! So I called Satoru, thinking you'd fallen asleep at his place, only to find out you weren't there. Why shouldn't I be livid when it's almost 4 in the morning, and you're out there, Lord knows where?!"

Geto's anger and worry were evident as he spoke, and you could sense that your actions had genuinely affected him. However, you had no intention of revealing the real reason for your absence, fearing his reaction if he were to discover the truth.

"I was with someone," you replied, fabricating a lie in the hopes that he might believe it.

Geto's sharp eyes caught something, and he lowered the collar of your jacket to reveal the collection of hickeys and bruises adorning your neck. His expression shifted to a mixture of confusion and jealousy as he examined the marks, his fingers lightly tracing over the evidence.

"Who gave these to you?" he inquired, his tone laced with an unsettling combination of emotions.

You were quick to deflect,"Why do you even care? It's not like you're my boyfriend," you spoke, while removing his hand.

Geto met your eyes with a piercing gaze, his furrowed brows deepening, before eventually directing his attention to the floor, unsure of how to respond to your rebuff.

Geto let out an exasperated sigh, seemingly at a loss for words. He knew there was no valid reason for him to be jealous, but seeing the marks on your neck left an unexplainable feeling of discomfort within him.

He finally mumbled, "You're right, I'm not your boyfriend," his voice laced with a hint of regret. "But you shouldn't go around letting just anyone mark you like that."

„Says you.“ you reply, walking past him and entering the bathroom.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hesitating for a moment as your reflection stared back at you. The clothes you wore felt tainted on, carrying the lingering sensation of Ryo's touch, a touch that had marked you with a tapestry of hickeys and bruises. Your fingers worked swiftly as you began to remove your shirt, the soft fabric falling to the floor, revealing the hickeys and marks that adorned your skin.

With a sigh, you reached for your pants, your fingers deftly undoing the fastenings and sliding the fabric down your legs. The pants joined the discarded shirt in a pool on the floor. Now only in your undergarments, you hesitated once more, looking at yourself in the mirror with a mixture of frustration and desire.

You craved the hot water to wash away not just the physical evidence of Ryo's touch, but also the memories that clung to your skin. Finally, you reached for the shower handle, turning it on to let the water heat up. As the steam began to fill the bathroom, you stepped under the soothing flow, feeling the heat and moisture envelop your body.

The water splashed over you, washing away the sweat, the scent of your own arousal, and the remnants of Ryo's embrace. As you closed your eyes, you couldn't help but rethink your interaction with Geto. Maybe you were too harsh in your response. After all, he had been genuinely worried about your well-being.

Your thoughts drifted back to his expressions of concern, and his anger over the marks on your skin. He wasn't your boyfriend, that was true, but you couldn't deny there was something deeper than mere friendship between you two. The thought of him feeling hurt or upset over your actions tugged at your heart.

As you lathered yourself with soap, the fragrant foam serving as a gentle buffer against the steamy water, you started to question whether you should have been more understanding. You realized that his concern was genuine, and it had caused his emotional outburst.

Maybe you should have let him explain his side of the story instead of being so harsh. After all, he had been the one worried about you, not knowing where you were, and trying to reach out when you didn't answer his calls. Your stubbornness might have pushed him away.

With your mind made up, you turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bathroom tiles, droplets of water still clinging to your skin. In your renewed determination, you hurriedly dried yourself off with a towel, not wanting to waste any more time.

As you went through the motions of drying your hair and body, a sudden realization struck you. The pajamas you had intended to wear had been left behind in your room, neatly folded on your bed. You must have forgotten to grab them in your haste to leave.

With nothing else within reach, you wrapped a towel around your body, tucking it in to ensure it stayed in place. You left the bathroom, going to your room to get dressed.

As you stepped back into your room, you quickly located your pajamas and began to get dressed. You pulled on your panties and then, just as you were about to put on your t-shirt, the door suddenly creaked open.

Startled, you looked over to see Geto standing in the doorway, holding a tray with two cups of tea.

He seemed to be lost for words for a moment, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you, wearing only your panties, with the towel that had been wrapped around you discarded on the bed. The room was filled with an awkward tension.

"Suguru, you... you could have knocked." you stammered, quickly moving to cover yourself with the t-shirt you were about to put on.

Geto, still red-faced and with one hand covering his eyes, mumbled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in. I just wanted to apologize for shouting at you."

Geto carefully placed the tray of tea down on a nearby table, Geto took a step closer, his expression now more serious and less embarrassed.

Geto's arms enveloped you, and he leaned in, resting his chin gently atop your head. The warmth of his embrace sent a shiver down your spine.

"I truly was worried about you, Y/n. I didn't mean to upset you," he whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Your eyes widened at his embrace, your heart racing, and a deep blush painted your cheeks. "It's fine," you mumbled, your voice barely more than a breath, "I was also harsh."

Geto held you even tighter for a moment before finally releasing you slightly. "Can you please tell me where you were?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes and voice.

You took a step back and put your t-shirt on, your mind whirring as you wondered why Geto seemed so insistent on knowing your whereabouts. His desire to understand your actions left you puzzled, and you couldn't help but think about the way he stared at the hickeys on your neck earlier.

"Why do you want to know it so badly?",

Geto shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting away from your inquisitive gaze. He wasn't used to being put on the spot, and your question seemed to have made him nervous.

"It's not like you to stay out so late," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact,"I was worried something might have happened to you."

But there was something in his tone that hinted at a deeper concern. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you sensed that Geto was keeping something from you.

"I was at a bar," you replied, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. Geto joined you, sitting down beside you. "Satoru had a date today, so I couldn't go to his place, and honestly, I just wanted to get away from this place and not hear you and your guests having fun."

Geto's next question caught you by surprise. "Okay, so did you meet that guy there?" He inquired, his eyes focused on you. You raised an eyebrow, puzzled by his question. "What guy?"

"The one who gave you the hickeys," Geto clarified.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions when Geto brought up the hickeys,"Oh, you mean Ryo? Yeah, I met him at the bar. We... got along, I guess."

Geto's expression was unreadable as he absorbed this information. You couldn't tell if he was upset, jealous, or just curious. After a brief silence, he finally spoke, "Well, I hope you had a good time with him, Y/n."

Geto's voice dropped to a near-whisper, and you barely caught his words as he muttered under his breath, "I bet I could've made you feel better."

Your attention shifted back to him, but you pretended not to hear what he said. The atmosphere in the room seemed charged, and you both knew that something had shifted between you.

"Y/n," Geto began, breaking the silence. "Can I ask you something personal? How did it feel when Ryo gave you those hickeys?"

You shifted uncomfortably on the bed, considering his question. "Well, it felt... intense," you admitted cautiously. "I mean, it's not like I get that kind of attention often."

Geto's gaze remained fixed on you, and you could sense a growing tension in the room as he asked, "Would you say you enjoyed it?"

The air grew heavy as you responded, "what's up with all those questions?“

Geto hesitated for a moment before answering, "Well, it's just that... I can't help but wonder. Do you think I could be better in bed than that Ryo? Have you ever thought about it?"

You blinked in surprise. The thought had crossed your mind on occasion, especially with Geto's charm and the chemistry you'd shared. But it had remained a fantasy. "I mean, we've never... you know, been together like that," you admitted, a touch of embarrassment coloring your cheeks.

Geto nodded slowly. "True, we haven't. But maybe we should consider it."

"Wait! W-what did you just say?" you stammered, your heart pounding in your chest. His words had caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and apprehension.

Geto met your gaze with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "I said, maybe we should consider it," he repeated, his voice laced with a newfound desire.

Geto's fingers gently caressed your chin as he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your lips. His eyes bore into yours, searching for a sign, a glimmer of consent, or resistance. You could feel the tension between you two, and your mind raced, struggling to process the sudden turn of events.

Your heart raced as you gazed into Geto's eyes, Your brain and your heart were locked in a fierce battle, each one pushing you in a different direction. Logic screamed at you to push him away, to maintain your boundaries, and to keep your feelings in check. But your heart, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment and your long-standing desire for Geto, yearned to close the gap between you

As Geto's thumb traced a gentle pattern along your chin, your heart won the battle. Your lips slowly parted, and you leaned in, closing the distance between you. With a soft sigh, your mouths met in a heated, passionate kiss,

As your lips met Geto's in the passionate kiss, a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions rushed through your mind, creating a maelstrom of uncertainty and longing. Did you hear him correctly? Did he really want to do it with you? A barrage of insecurity clawed at your self-esteem, leaving you feeling like you didn't measure up to the other women he had been with.

In the midst of your mental turmoil, Geto deepened the kiss, and you felt the warmth of his hands gently cradling your face, grounding you in the present moment. His kiss was a fusion of desire, tenderness, and something more profound. You couldn't help but let yourself drown in the intensity of the moment, losing yourself in the magnetic pull of his lips and the reassuring pressure of his touch.

Still, those nagging doubts whispered in the background of your thoughts. Were you truly good enough for Geto? Were you worthy of this affection? Yet, his soft words of reassurance cut through your internal chaos. "Don't overthink it," he whispered,"Forget the others; focus on us."

In that moment, his words were a lifeline, pulling you back from the precipice of self-doubt.

He gently guided you backward, urging you to recline onto the bed. The soft mattress met your back, its warmth seeping through your clothes, heightening the intimate atmosphere in the room. You felt a rush of anticipation as he hovered over you, his eyes filled with both desire and tenderness.

His lips left yours, trailing a path of feathery kisses along your jawline and down your neck where he kissed on top of your hickeys from ryo. Each delicate press of his lips sent a shiver down your spine, igniting your senses with heightened sensitivity. Your fingers entangled themselves in his dark hair as you tilted your head, allowing him more access to your skin.

Geto's hands wandered with purpose, exploring the curves of your body beneath your clothes. He seemed intent on making you feel cherished, wanted, and adored. Your racing heart was matched by your rapid breaths as he slid your shirt off, baring your upper body to his intense gaze. His lips returned to yours, capturing you in another deep kiss.

The gentle exploration evolved into a more intense passion, with Geto's hands becoming more assertive, caressing your exposed skin and igniting a fire within you. Your kisses grew fervent, exchanging a silent promise of shared desires and newfound intimacy.

As Geto's tender kisses traversed your collarbone, they gradually descended further south, leaving a trail of fiery desire in their wake. His lips caressed your chest, making your heart race. Every gentle touch was a whisper of longing, leaving you breathless and craving more.

With a purposeful intent, Geto's mouth closed around your breast. His lips created a sensual seal around your nipple as his tongue swirled, eliciting a breathless moan from you.

His mouth moved with a slow, torturous pace, teasing and taunting you as he alternated between sucking and nibbling your delicate flesh. The soft, wet sounds of his devotion were a sweet symphony of passion that echoed through the room, mingling with your pleasured sighs and moans.

The sensation sent waves of ecstasy coursing through your body, causing your fingers to clutch at the bedsheets in sheer delight. The merging of emotions, from anticipation to desire, mingled in the most intimate way. Your feelings were laid bare before Geto, who continued to lavish his affection upon you, marking you as his own.

As his lips left a path of sensual warmth across your chest and down your abdomen, your thoughts were awash with questions. Could this be more than a fleeting moment of desire? Did Geto see you as someone different from the others he had been with? Were you something his eyes, or just another conquest?

But as Geto's lips met your skin with unrestrained fervor, he sensed your inner turmoil. He raised his head slightly, locking eyes with you, his gaze filled with a depth of emotion that left you breathless. His voice was a gentle murmur, brushing away your doubts.

"Don't overthink, Y/n," he whispered, his breath caressing your skin. "Just focus on this moment, on us."

He lowered himself to take in the sight of your already wet panties. A mischievous smirk crept onto his lips as he stared at the source of your arousal, and without hesitation, he leaned down and bit gently at the soft flesh of your folds through the fabric.

A whimper escaped your lips as your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of anticipation and desire in their depths. Geto's teasing continued as he traced the contours of your folds with his lips, still separated from your most sensitive area by the barrier of your panties. His tongue danced along the fabric, from bottom to top, skillfully coaxing out your most intense sensations.

The sensations Geto's teasing evoked were electrifying, and you could feel the warmth pooling between your legs. Your fingers reached down to grasp the edge of your panties, wanting to feel his touch more directly.

Geto, sensing your eagerness, brushed your hands away and whispered, "Not so fast, my dear," his voice filled with a sultry confidence. His lips continued to work through the fabric, and with each passing moment, your arousal intensified.

As he persisted in his seductive exploration, your moans grew louder, echoing through the room.

"Suguru..," you panted, overwhelmed by the sensations and the growing desire burning inside you. "Please, take ‘em off..."

He looked up, his eyes locked onto yours with a wicked grin."You'll have to beg for it."

Your frustration and longing reached a breaking point as you pleaded, "Suguru.., please- I need y-you to take ‘em off. I want you so badly… please- I-I can‘t wait any..longer.."

His teasing grin widened, and he finally gave in, slowly sliding your panties down your legs.

Your aching core pulsed with longing, each beat reverberating through your entire body as if it had a heartbeat of its own. It throbbed with a desperate desire, craving the touch and attention it had been yearning for.

Geto gazed at your throbbing, eager hole, clenching around nothing,"Look at you, Y/n," he murmured, "all wet and ready for me. You wanted this, didn't you?"

You moaned in response, your hips instinctively shifting as you craved his touch. "Yes..," you gasped. "I've wanted this for so l-long."

He leaned down, his hot breath brushing against your most sensitive spot, sending shivers down your spine. "Good," he whispered. "I'll make sure it's worth the wait."

Geto's fingers worked their way to your hips, gently holding you in place as he closed the distance between his mouth and your throbbing core. The sensation of his soft, teasing kisses along your inner thighs was maddening, as he continued to build the anticipation. You clenched the sheets, your body aching for his touch, and your moans filled the room.

Geto, unable to resist the desire any longer, finally surrendered to your unspoken plea. He gently parted your quivering thighs and settled himself between them. His tongue traced slow and tantalizing circles around your clit, each stroke sending delightful shivers throughout your body. He moaned at your taste, the vibrations adding a new layer of intensity to your pleasure. Your fingers found their way into his hair, holding him close as you gasped

Swept up in the whirlwind of pleasure, you couldn't contain your moans. They filled the room, echoing your unbridled ecstasy. The intensity grew with every delicate touch of Geto's lips and the rhythmic flicks of his tongue.

„Suguru.. I can't... it's t-too much." Your voice was a desperate plea, but it only seemed to spur him on.

You arched your back, your body trembling, as he delved deeper, seeking out the most sensitive spots. His fingers slipped inside you, matching the rhythm of his tantalizing oral ministrations. Waves of pleasure surged through you as your muscles tightened and your breath quickened.

„You can take it," he murmured, his voice laced with desire. "I want to make you feel so good, Y/n."

Finally, your body couldn't hold back any longer. You cried out his name as your release washed over you, your fingers clutching his hair and your back arching off the bed. Geto continued to pleasure you through the waves of your climax, prolonging the sensation.

Geto seemed to take pleasure in watching you squirm beneath his touch. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he pulled away, his lips glistening from your essence. He sat back on his heels, looking at your flushed and trembling form with a self-satisfied grin.

He ran his fingers along your inner thighs, stopping just short of where you needed him most. "You're so responsive, Y/n," he murmured, his voice husky. "But we're just getting started. I want to make sure you'll never forget this."

You whimpered, your body still thrumming with need, as Geto began his tantalizing descent again, kissing and licking his way back up your trembling form.

As Geto continued his relentless exploration of your body, you found it increasingly difficult to contain your longing. Your fingers clutched at the sheets, your back arched involuntarily, and your breath hitched with every lingering touch of his lips and tongue.

His gaze met yours as he hovered once again over your core. He leaned in, his warm breath caressing your inner thighs. The sensation sent delicious shivers coursing through your body, making you quiver with anticipation.

Geto's tongue flicked against your most sensitive spot, and you couldn't hold back a throaty moan. His tongue moved in slow, teasing circles, driving you back to the brink of ecstasy. Your fingers tangled in the sheets as you writhed beneath him, aching for release.

He looked up at you with a wicked grin and asked, "Do you want more, Y/n?"

Your voice quivered as you responded, "Yes, please, Suguru."

Geto's grin deepened as he stood up to remove his pants, revealing his hardened member, throbbing with desire. He climbed back onto the bed, his eyes never leaving yours as he moved closer, his warm skin brushing against your trembling body.

The anticipation was overwhelming, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from him. He positioned himself at your entrance, the tip of his length brushing against your heated core, and the electrifying sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

"Ready?" Geto whispered,

You nodded eagerly, your heart racing, and your breath quickening.

As soon as he entered you, you couldn't help but let out a loud, lustful moan, your body reacting instinctively to his presence within you. A jolt of pleasure shot through your core as you felt yourself clenching tightly around him, making Geto hiss in response.

„So tight-„he muttered, a smirk on his lips.

His member was undeniably impressive, not only in length but also in girth, and it felt like he was stretching and filling you to your limits. The sensations were intense, and you could feel every inch of him as he slowly thrust deeper, making you gasp with each movement.

Geto's relentless thrusts continued, driving deeper into you with each powerful motion. The intensity of the pleasure was overwhelming, and you couldn't contain your moans. "You feel so good," Geto whispered in a husky voice, his breath hot against your ear. "I've wanted this for so long, Y/n..“

Your body quivered as he filled you completely, and your cries grew louder. "O-oh..S’guru..!" you moaned, your voice trembling, as Geto's thrusts became even more powerful. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, a mix of desire, longing, and ecstasy. "Don't- stop."

Geto's grip on your hips tightened, and his thrusts became more urgent. "I won't," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good, princess."

You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you met his powerful thrusts with equal fervor. Your moans became more desperate and unrestrained, and Geto's own desire only grew more intense.

In the midst of your passion, you whispered his name over and over, your voices intertwining in a symphony of desire. The room was filled with the sounds of your love, and the world outside seemed to fade away as you both approached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Geto's movements became more erratic as he pushed you to the brink of ecstasy. With one final, powerful thrust, you both reached the peak together, crying out each other's names as the pleasure consumed you.

As the waves of ecstasy washed over you, you clung to Geto, breathless and sated.

Geto gently pushed the covers of the bed aside and guided both of you under them. With a tenderness that contrasted the passion you had just shared, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a loving embrace.

You settled into the cozy cocoon of the blankets, feeling his warmth against your back as Geto became the big spoon. His breath on the nape of your neck sent shivers down your spine, and his arms held you securely, as if he never wanted to let you go.

In the soft afterglow of your intimacy, you both laid there, your bodies entwined. The world outside seemed to disappear as you savored the tranquility of the moment, the only sounds being the steady rhythm of your breath and the beating of your hearts.

Geto whispered sweet words in your ear, professing his desire and affection for you. With a contented sigh, you leaned back into his embrace, finding comfort and solace in his presence.

As the minutes passed, and the weight of your shared passion settled into a gentle lull, your eyelids grew heavy. Geto's soothing words and comforting embrace provided the perfect environment for you to drift into a peaceful slumber.

The warmth of his body, pressed against your back, felt like a protective shield. It was as if, in this moment, the world outside didn't matter. It was just the two of you, wrapped in each other's arms, finding solace and contentment in each other's company.

As your breathing slowed and the room fell into a gentle silence, you found yourself surrendering to the embrace of sleep. Yet, even in this peaceful moment, your mind couldn't help but be consumed by a whirlwind of thoughts and questions:

"What have I just done?"

"Is this the beginning of something more between us?"

"Will this change our relationship?"

"Can I trust him not to betray this secret?"

"Was this a mistake, or something I secretly wanted all along?"

"What happens next?"

As your consciousness drifted away, these questions remained unanswered, leaving you to ponder the uncertain future that lay ahead.

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[veryinnovative]

fifty shades of black

~2k words. nsfw. bratty experienced sub james and inexperienced dom regulus. jegulus microfic/snippet based on this post which i do recommend reading for some context so u kinda know what's happening since i have apparently decided to just go unchronological and do whatever the fuck. though, regulus has gotten some more experience at this stage of the fic.

The chime of a bell rings out as James enters the shop, bringing with him a gentle end-of-winter draft and his customary breeze of self-confidence that makes Regulus' skin break out in goosebumps all over. It’s late February, still ways from spring, but the potted flowers lining the shelves swoon at him just the same.

James Potter had that sort of effect.

“Hello, love,” he greets him, donning that dazzling smile like he’s swooped the sun out of the murky evening skies and swallowed it whole. Regulus could endlessly wax poetry about him and his mouth—the color, the plumpness, the self-assured slanted uptilt of his lips. 

But he doesn’t, no. He watches how James approaches the counter like a spoiled cat who’s so sure he’s about to get what he wants. Because James doesn’t learn, or refuses to, at least. Especially if last night was anything to go by. 

“Have you been good, Potter?”

James shakes his head and frowns at the name, the huff he lets out almost indignant as he staggers for breath. His cock is slumped against his stomach, terribly weepy with sad, thin dribbles of cum that are the aftermath of a ruined orgasm. 

“And do bad boys deserve to cum?”

He shakes his head again, furiously blinking through the tears. Over a month ago, Regulus would have caved underneath the crushing weight of guilt. He would have bitten his lip and worked James’ cock up again, a victim to crocodile tears and the angelic drawl of a voice he couldn’t resist. Fortunately, since then, Regulus had developed a significant tolerance and remained impervious to his relentless pleading. All the while maintaining that convincing pretense of stark indifference that had resulted in a whole reversal of roles. Because he had James whining the past couple of scenes, sputtering and cursing threats, fighting against binds, and biting on Regulus at every given opportunity. 

Tonight, James doesn’t fight back, because his cock is spent but still wholly unsatisfied. There’s a glint of fear in his eyes, together with arousal and a glowing spark of pride. 

Regulus yanks him by his curls. “But I let you, and what do we say to that?”

James’ mouth parts around a soundless gasp. “Thank you.”

Regulus quickly dispels the thoughts with a barely noticeable shake of his head. The last thing he needs are the flashing images of James’ sweat-sheened skin and quivering legs, the needy pitch of his voice when Regulus’ hand dragged down his chiseled chest towards—

“It’s rude not to greet customers.”

Blinking his vision back into focus, Regulus glares up at James who is sporting one of his knowing smiles like he can pry into Regulus’ brain and tell that with one look at him, he had been sucked into a vacuum of explicit and very vivid images.

Of course, other than being a multi-billionaire and head of Potter Enterprises, James Potter is also a telepath. Add it to his extensive list of redeeming qualities.

Regulus sighs, pinches his nose bridge, counts to five, and looks down at the register because he doesn’t trust what may come out of his mouth if he stares at James for a moment longer. “What do you want?” On cue, James’ lips part, and before he can answer with something unequivocally witty, Regulus interrupts him, “Other than me. An actual order.”

As expected, James’ mouth falls shut, though the amused smile never really disappears. “A latte, please. Double shot. Pump of caramel.”

The vocal emphasis on pump would have drawn a reaction out of Regulus a month ago, but he has spent enough time to no longer feel bothered by certain commentary. Instead, he casts a quick glance at the clock before jotting down instructions on the paper coffee cup.

“It’s getting late, you’re having a decaf.”

James’ eyebrows shoot up to his hairline before he looks at Pandora who is manning the bar. She grins at him, waiting for confirmation, undoubtedly bemused by their interaction and Regulus’ slow growth into a role, and chuckles when James offers a meek nod. “What he said. Decaf.” Pandora quirks an eyebrow and he hastily adds, “Please.”

That was also Regulus’ doing, teaching the spoiled brat to say please. It did him good to see the newly acquired habit extend into other areas of life. 

“You still want a pump of caramel syrup with that?” Pandora asks innocently, not bothering to mask a laugh when James looks at Regulus for permission, again. It’s become somewhat mundane: those brief, fleeting moments where they seamlessly fall into their dynamic. 

Regulus nods and Pandora is off with a hum, letting the ground beans fill her portafilter as she makes a start on his order. James reaches for his wallet but Regulus shakes his head, preventing him from taking it out with a single gesture. “No need. It’s on the house.”

Maybe freebies from a non-coffee chain act as personal affronts, seeing the frown etch itself deeply between James’ brows and the way he petulantly retrieves his hand from his pocket. This, they still need to work on: James’ spending habits and Regulus’ aversion to receiving gifts or anything material, really. Nine days ago he had opened his door to a wreath of expensive, rare flowers imported from various parts of the world and Regulus had given him an earful about it. Still, the harsh reprimands weren’t enough to discourage James’ attempts to shower him with expensive gifts because just two days ago he suggested getting Regulus an unfathomably overpriced watch. Quote on quote suggested as if the stupid box wasn’t peeking at Regulus from where it had been poorly concealed. 

So, James had resorted to acts of service, the expensive kind.

While James is ridiculously rich, Regulus barely scrapes enough together to pay his rent. He is working two jobs at the moment, a fact that irks James greatly for more than just one reason, and luckily none of which involves tarnishing his reputation by having a dom who is terribly broke. That had been one of Regulus’ insecurities, and James had been very quick to dissipate them. 

“So, dinner?” James asks after taking a sip of his coffee, though not without casting Pandora a quick, grateful smile. 

Regulus nods as he undoes the ties of his apron. Officially, he’s still got twenty minutes on the clock, but it’s quiet and Pandora assured him that she could close up alone and that for once, Regulus deserves a night off to himself. 

His encounters with James have been hasty the past couple of days, especially considering his hectic work schedule and demand to cover shifts. And as respectful as James was when it came to Regulus’ decisions, it was very apparent he struggled not sticking to Regulus like adhesive every waking moment. 

“Wait,” comes James’ voice when they finally make it out of the store and towards the car. He rushes past him and reaches for the door. “You need to let me do this, remember?”

“I can open my own door, James,” Regulus sighs.

“And I can order my own coffee,” James retorts. He waits for Regulus to slip into the seat before closing the door and rounding the car to get to the driver’s seat. 

Weeks, and for some reason, Regulus struggled more with the non-sexual side of their dynamic. 

“It’s not only the sex aspect, Regulus,” James had told him the second day after they signed their contract. “It’s about serving and seeing to your needs. Pleasing you in more ways than just one.”

“Isn’t a dom supposed to do that?”

James chuckled but swallowed all humor down when he saw the tight line of Regulus’ pursed lips. “I mean, this isn’t the movies, you know? There are so many more provider subs than there are doms. You’d be surprised, honestly. Most of us have all that we need and are looking to relinquish that control for once. Also the money, I suppose. It feels good getting you gifts.”

“I am not about to be your accountant and track how much you spend on me, James. There’s a limit.”

This time, James fails at stifling his laugh. “No need, I already have someone tracking my funds. But feel free to give me a good spanking if I splurge too much on unnecessary things.”

“Like towing my old car and getting me a new one?”

James shrugs at the memory. The very one Regulus had been livid at him for and Horace had to spend a whole day trying to get back a battered old Toyota. “Spending money on you doesn’t count.”

“And what if I say it does?”

“Then I’ll have to be a good boy and listen.”

And James listened particularly well. Well, at least when he could get something out of it. Because strung-up James who had not been able to get his hands on Regulus properly for any extended period of time, listened very, very poorly considering Regulus had specifically instructed him to drive them to this cozy, small falafel spot that undoubtedly put crack in their garlic sauce seeing how everyone’s pitas always overflowed with it.  

Instead, the car veered off the main road and right on the one that led it to James’ apartment. One of his apartments, at least. The one closest to them.

No complaint from Regulus, truly. In hindsight, he might have confused his appetite for something else entirely. Definitely has, now that his mouth is being eaten by James as he’s clumsily led away from the front door and further down the dimly lit hallway. James’ tie is undoubtedly still in the elevator where Regulus had yanked it off for better access to his chest. 

“You,” James breathes against his lips as he yanks Regulus’ shirt off his head, “have been returning my gifts.”

He’s hoisted up against the wall, practically shoved against it with how a picture frame rattles off and falls onto the floor. Regulus allows his head to loll back with a gentle thud as James’ mouth works down his throat, hot and greedy. 

“I told you—” his words are interrupted by a sharp hiss when James decidedly makes use of his teeth rather than tongue, working marks around his clavicles. “I don’t want expensive gifts.”

There’s a muffled sound of dissent against his neck before James brushes his clothed erection against Regulus’, drawing out moans from the both of them.

“I told you,” James gasps out through his labored breaths, tongue laving across the sharp line that is Regulus’ jaw before coming to tug onto his earlobe, “I want to spoil you. Be good for you.” 

Regulus had chided James for that too, told him he had to learn other ways that could earn him Regulus’ praise. James hadn’t liked that in the least. He didn’t like being told no. Not then, not now. Not ever.

James drives his hips forward again, chasing after the friction and pressure. The hold he has on Regulus’ thighs is bruising in a way that's guaranteed to leave marks.

“Am I being good?” James’ hot breath fans against Regulus’ ear, the skin around it wet from where his mouth had been, slick with spit as James keeps sucking the soft, tender spot below.

“Tell me.” James’ hips jerk where they’re slotted between Regulus’ thighs, uncoordinated now, bordering on frantic, his voice desperate, “Say that I’m being good for you.”

“Be quiet,” Regulus hisses as he bucks his hips, painfully hard against the seams of his jeans and aching for some relief. He's panting as well, trying not to lose himself in the vortex of delirium and instead regain some semblance of control. There's the wall behind his back and James' sturdy chest pressed against his own, the frenzied rattled beating inside his ribcage that Regulus feels against his.

James whines against his neck, still pathetically rutting into him and Regulus shushes him, carding his fingers through the sweaty, tangled curls that stick to the dewy skin of his neck before grabbing a fistful.

“You want to be a good boy?” he whispers into James’ ear.

James frantically nods against his neck and starts grinding against him harder, moaning unabashedly when Regulus meets his movements and tugs onto his hair.

“Then put your mouth to good use.”

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #ino microfic tag! #i cant believe i wrote this right after cursing out my deadline #i fr just write when im stressed and surrounded with exam woe

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 19 | We’ll always protect you

Pairing | Fiancé!Steve Rogers x Fiancée!Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.9K

Summary | It has always been Steve's dream to become a Dad, and suddenly, that opportunity seems closer than he could ever have envisioned. When a little girl is abandoned in front of the Avengers Compound, he can't help but take an immediate liking to her, and he feels the urge to keep her safe no matter what.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, angst: Child abandonment (they’re left at the Compound), mention of infertility, mentions/descriptions of anxiety. Hurt/comfort.

Prompt(s) | 19. Keeping someone safe | @flufftober

A/n | I've been thinking of writing something like this for a while, and I'm happy I've finally got a chance to do it! I hope you will all enjoy this one. Writing was quite a challenge, but I hope I could do this topic at least a bit of justice.

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Steve Rogers Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a beautiful spring day, and you and your fiancé, Steve, are on a run through New York together. In all fairness, he keeps his pace lower just so he can keep up with you, and he usually runs some more on a treadmill afterward, but the quality time together is always excellent.

"Can we... just for a... I need to stop," you pant as you slow your pace and come to a complete stop shortly after. Steve can't help but smile as he sees your bright red face from running, sweat dripping everywhere, and your hair a whole mess.

And still, despite all that, he can't keep his hands off you as he pulls you close for a much-needed kiss. Who needs air when you have a delicious super soldier who has to touch you constantly?

"It's not fair that I'm all sweaty, and you didn't even get a tinge of color on your cheeks from our run…" you say with a pout, though you're still thankful he wants to come along with you, even if it's just for some company.

He swiftly kisses your pout away with a sweet, tender kiss that has the butterflies in your stomach fly harder than usual.

"I can think of a good way to break a sweat when we're back, though," he says with a glint of mischief, and you already like where this is going.

"We better head back then, right?" you say after taking off, and Steve follows immediately until he matches your pace again. The last 2 miles went by in a blur, and before you know it, you're back at the Compound.

You're about to open the door when Steve suddenly stops, as his super soldier hearing is picking something up. He hears a faint cry somewhere and can't let it go, so he excuses himself.

When he rounds the corner and walks towards the garage of the Compound, the crying gets more significant, and that's when he sees it.

There's a baby wrapped in a thick bundle of blankets with a note tucked between the blankets on their belly, and they're crying uncontrollably. Steve can feel his heart breaking as he crouches to pick them up.

Before you can even ask what's going on, Steve's holding the baby close to his chest while rocking them back and forth slowly.

You gently get the note out of the blankets, and when you read it, your heart shatters into a million pieces. As you fight against the tears, you tell Steve what's on the card, though it's hard to do that and fight against your tears simultaneously.

Please, take good care of her because I can't do it; I'm sorry. She deserves a life I can't provide her, though I hope you can. Her name is Isabella, and she was born on October 12, 2023.

"Steve, she's only a week old! How can someone do this to her?!" you ask as you let the tears flow, and Steve is fighting against them as well, though he tries to be strong for the both of you.

"Let's bring her to Dr. Cho first to check her over, and after, we'll see what we have to do next, okay?" Steve says softly, and little Isabella has calmed down immensely, even falling asleep in Steve's arms.

"I just… I don't fucking get it!" You say as you let your anger take the best of you, and you immediately regret it as you wake up Isabella, who starts wailing.

"Sshhh, it's okay, Babygirl, you're safe with us. We'll always protect you," Steve shushes her, but you can't believe someone would do this to such a perfect human being.

After you've found out that you're infertile, it hits even closer to home, and you have to remove yourself from the situation before you do anything you'll regret later on.

"I- I can't, Steve. You take her, and I'm going to shower," you say without looking at him, knowing that if you do that, you will lash out at him even though none of this is either of your faults.

Steve takes little Isabella to the medbay in the meantime to have her looked over by Dr. Cho, and after some careful examinations, she has been deemed fully healthy, apart from a bit of malnourishment.

"I will give you a list of basics you need to get for her since she obviously won't be breastfeeding, but I also need to contact Child Protective Services, Captain Rogers," Dr. Cho explains, and Steve nods in understanding.

"I get it; I just hope they don't take her away from us. I don't think we'd be able to get through that, especially not with everything she's gone through," Steve says, referencing your infertility.

As it turns out, though, neither of you needed to worry about Isabella being taken away from the two of you.

Today is the last visit of the social worker before they decide if she can stay with the pair of you, and you've been anxious and walking on eggshells around everybody for about a week now.

"Munchkin, can you come here for a few seconds?" Steve asks, but you're too nervous, still pacing the room. You've changed your outfit three times and styled your hair just as many times.

The anxiety is taking over your mind and making Isabella nervous, too, but you haven't noticed that. Steve most definitely has, however, and he can't take it anymore.

"Okay, if you don't want to listen, I'm going to take matters into my own hands," he says as he walks over to you, pulling you into his chest, and you just let yourself melt into his touch as his strong arms hold you close to him.

"We're going to be okay; I know we will be. You heard what the lady said; we have nothing to be worried about because she has never seen two people who are more cut out to be parents than us," Steve says, and you can't help but let the tears flow, your hands fisted the back of his shirt.

"I just- We're so close, Steve! I can't lose her now... She's such a perfect little girl and deserves the life we can provide her. And- and I love her so much, it's like she's my daughter that I brought into this world," you say between sniffles.

"I know, Munchkin, but I have all the faith in the world that she can stay with us," Steve reassures you with lots of kisses. When there's a sudden knock on the door, you get snapped out of it and rush to the bathroom to fix your make-up.

Steve picks up Isabella, who is wearing a white playsuit with red hearts all over it and looks adorable. The social worker is ready to go immediately when he opens the door.

"Come on in; Y/N will be joining us in a few minutes," Steve says, and he offers her a drink, which she happily agrees to.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I wasn't here to greet you!" you say as you sit in front of the social worker, taking Isabella from Steve and giving her a bottle you prepared before walking into the living room.

"She's perfect, isn't she? And that little suit she's wearing makes you fall in love with her instantly," she says with a big smile, and you couldn't agree more.

Steve comes back soon after and sits down next to you, his arm laid over the back of the couch so he can still touch you.

"Well, I suppose I shall start with the good news first. I have had a few meetings with a judge, you two, of course, and one other social worker on this case to see if she can stay with the two of you, and I can officially congratulate the two of you! If you still want to, you can adopt little Isabella," she says, and you look over at Steve, tears streaming down both of your faces.

"Are- Are you sure?" you ask, and after one more confirmation, you let yourself sag against the back of the couch, still mindful of Isabella, who is happily drinking away.

A few weeks later, all three of you are at the courthouse to sign the adoption papers, and from that moment on, you're the proud parents of your little girl, Isabella Rogers.

When all three of you arrive back at the Avengers Compound, you are surprised by a small get-together Tony has planned for Isabella and the fact that you are finally having the family that you have dreamt of.

Everyone is taking their turns to cuddle with Isabella until it is time for her to get a bottle, and this time, Steve has taken to the task, so Tony has pulled you apart for a minute.

"How're you feeling?" Tony asks as you're standing in the kitchen, the get-together still happening in the living room. You're glad Tony is also taking the time to look after you; you love how he is just like your second Dad.

"Relieved, mostly, but I suppose it is also a double feeling. I know, and I'm delighted that she's ours, that she is part of our family now, but it also stings a little bit that she's not biologically mine, you know?" you say with a sigh, tears prickling behind your eyes.

"The one thing I wanted more than anything is to become a Mom, and even though I achieved that goal, it almost feels like I've cheated life or something," you say, and Tony pulls you in for a big hug, letting the tears stream freely.

You don't need him to say anything, and it's as if he can sense it because he holds you close while you let out your tears. Steve has come to check up on you, but once he sees you're with Tony, he kisses your head before returning to the party. He knows you're in good hands.

When you've finally calmed down, Tony says something that warms your heart.

"Listen to me, okay? You're the best mother Isabella could have ever wished for, and this is the universe's way of telling you that you should have been her Mom all along. She was born to end up with the two of you, and there's nowhere else she should be right now," he says, his hand placed on your cheek, his thumb rubbing reassuringly over your cheekbone.

"Thank you so much, Tony. It means the world to hear you say that. And thank you for being by our sides through everything; I will never be able to repay you for everything you did but know that I am deeply thankful for you, and I love you more than you'll ever know," you say, and after one more big hug, you two go back to the party.

"I love you, Steve, and I'm happy that our little family is finally complete," you say before giving him a soft, slow kiss that takes your breath away.

"I have to say, I know life has its ways for everything, but I can't say I would have wanted our family to get together any other way," he says before pulling you into his side.

You look at Tony cooing at the little girl, and he looks up at you to give you one more wink, which warms your heart. You would do it all over again if it meant that you would get to live your dream, and it felt like your heart was overflowing.

"I love you, Munchkin," Steve whispers, and you let a big smile escape your lips. You can't stop looking at your daughter; your heart is filled with love.

#flufftober 2023 #day 19 #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #steve rogers #steve rogers one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers angst #captain america #captain america one shot #captain america fanfiction #captain america fanfic #captain america x female reader #captain america x reader #captain america x y/n #captain america fluff #captain america angst

[jackiepackiee]

Not your Typical Confession

Chuuya x Reader

Gonna edit in the morning

Chuuya Nakahara was an enigma to all of those lucky enough to have met him and live to tell the tale.

Stronger than stone, a certain kind of elegance akin to nature itself. Brilliant as blossoms off the trees of spring. Loyalty bleeding throughout every vein. Onto vines of care and protection he let grow to only his closest companions.

One of which was you.

So when you see him kick back his motorcycle stand before walking towards the entrance of the port mafia, you feel intrigued.

A tug on your heart that seems to physically pull you in his direction.

Mouth moving faster than your feet.

“Wait up!”

“Hm?”

He hummed in his usual late night tired tone.

Stars barely visible from the city lights blowing the scenery up in a warm glow.

Rain just having calmed moments before, when he turned you could see the contact his boot made with a little puddle.

Dreary was the night.

And dreary were his eyes.

“Hi! Just me.”

God, was your bright tone infectious.

“I noticed that.”

Something was off. A lack of sarcasm that his words always held. Mean in textbook, but humorous in tone.

This was cold.

“…no need for attitude.”

Suddenly that stupid little puddle was really catching your eye.

“Yeah, well no need to be a nuisance. And we still stand.”

Did his voice always have such a desolate tone? Maybe with his enemies on harder missions, or when Dazai said something that seriously made him upset.

“…”

“I need a drink, so read the room and scram.”

Oh wow, maybe his tone is just this cold. And maybe he did need that drink.

“I- well… umm.”

“Spit it out. You can’t seriously ha-”

Fuck his tone, and fuck that stupid puddle.

“I’m only ever nice to you, but tonight you’re so mean!”

One drop of water falls from a leaf, then two, then…

“I’m always mean.”

“Not to me.”

Drop three.

“Well I’m not always nice. So the point you’re making is? You can’t make me happy, so give up.”

“…what happened?”

You could feel your heartbeat in your fingertips. It was faster than normal, as if you were in some high intensity fight.

“Just work. So forget about it.”

His eyes rolled back, the kind of thing a child would do when they didn’t get what they wanted.

“…no.”

“What? I said for-“

“No! You’re being a total dick to me as of late and for that I think I deserve to at least know why.”

Rarely did you stand up to your friends. Stranger or enemies, sure? But this was out of imagination for your actions.

Had the world stopped spinning? Maybe it had, because time definitely stopped for the both of you.

Air was even still. Not daring to bother your outburst.

“It’s not fair, I hate it. I hate this, I hate us! When we are “friends” one day but the next you act as if you want me gone.”

Not a single part of him reacted. On the outside, at least. Every stab wound he’d ever obtained could not have been this painful combined.

To see you break.

“Maybe I do care too much. Maybe I do overthink your every little action, but there isn’t anything else good for me to focus on.”

His voice had changed, for a quality you could notice. To something soft. One he always used after a tough mission of yours while comforting you. Soothing you with gentle words and petting your hair.

But something new was there. A sense of desperation.

“Am I all you have here?”

“…”

Never had silence felt so haunting. Slowly carving the scene into a sculpture of perfect stillness.

“I have these beautiful thoughts, and a world that fascinates me. Societies I can look in on and be a part of. Ideas that I may only ever understand in the moment, and actions that I make knowing I’ll regret them even after I die. But people? You’re the only human I can actually trust.”

…

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Fuck, I didn’t mean to swear, wait. Shit- wait! Damnit…”

His hat tipped low so you couldn’t see his eyes.

“…huh?”

“I hate to swear around you.”

His arms crossed over his black suit. Red shirt still visible from underneath his arms and jacket.

“That’s not my confusion.”

“I know. Just… I can’t bring myself to stomach the idea that I’ve been neglecting you.”

He spoke with a hesitation on the words of confession.

“Neglect is a bit much.”

“Not when you’re the only thought I like to have on my mind.”

Brown/blue eyes flickered up to you. He fiddled with the cuffs on his suit sleeves.

“I think too much, but for so many thoughts you’re the only positive one. And I’m sorry for neglecting you.”

“Chuuya…”

“I don’t have anyone else either.”

He was vulnerable. Never had he ever willingly showed that side of himself to a single person he’d ever known. He’d cried, he’d screamed, but never once had he put down his strength and displayed his feelings in such a way.

Ready for whatever punishment you could cause. Taking those now exposed feelings and plucking each heart string until they all wore down. Snapping at a delicate touch.

And this was his reality. That he hated caring for you.

And yet he’d die before he’d stop caring.

Only now was he aware of all this.

“Why?”

“What?”

“Why now? Why now have you been getting further away from me?”

“Because I can’t admit to myself that I need you.”

There it was, the hideous truth. A truth that he only just now came to terms with.

“I need you, because I love you. Well, at least I think I do? You make the world so bright. Every morning is worth while, and work is worth the fight. I have to stay healthy so I can protect you. See that smile every day. And when- when you call me human. It’s all there. All I need, you.”

If Chuuya wasn’t human, then what could explain this intense urge to pull you close and tell you all that’s good within you? What he loved.

So he did just that. Pulled you into a close hug, down into his red work shirt that smells of cologne.

“I love you too, Chuu. More than I ever realized.”

Maybe this wasn’t the perfect confession, but perfect isn’t irrelevant when you’re in his arms.

#bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #bsd fanfic #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x fem!reader #chuuya x you #chuuya stormbringer

[mmani-e]

Another post! This time featuring what the antagonists for my AU might look like. While Akane and Nekomaru are locked in the rest is up to changes in the future. Kyoko and Celestia were put on a poll but the results I believe I didn't set up properly, so now I'm amending that somewhat. I drew both sets in these sketches, and when enough time has passed I'll set up another poll, properly this time on strawpoll.

As for some design explanations and lore you can check under the cut :)

Kyoko and Makoto I believe are pretty straightforward here, I gave Kyoko a neckerchief that goes pretty far down to give her that sort of upper class educated look, while Makoto I gave a smart little jacket. There's only so far you can go with the normal boy, but I also made his hair fluffier and nicer. His ahoge is there but it's normally combed back, and only springs to full life when he's in murder mode.

Kyoko joined her dad in leaving the tradition of detective work behind and entered the business world where she used her analytical mind to be the best damn stock investor in the world, while definitely something she excels at it's not something she finds particularly fulfilling.

Makoto is a wholesome, normal dude who loves writing books about wholesome stories with good endings, while his family was and still is normal, he was captured once by unscrupulous scientists wanting to explore Despair and its mysterious qualities. Makoto never gave in, but in his suffering developed an alter ego who was grimly invested in justice above all else.

Sparkling Justice is a night haunter, who exclusively goes around killing murderers and evildoers against Makoto's wishes. Choosing to right any injustice he sees in the world, allowing for happy endings for the victims, surely?

I went hard with celes and hifumi a long time ago in previous designs, so here they are with similar designs as I gave them before. Hifumi wears a suit vest, and a button-up underneath while still keeping his bag... which may or may not be more than just a simple bag...

Celestia was born a normal kid and absolutely hated that life, so when a relative of hers from Europe visited she begged them and her family to go with them and she did. She grew up exploring Europe, and would propose money-making schemes to her family abroad and would eventually be able to fund the glamorous lifestyle she always thought she deserved.

Hifumi is just a writer-focused version of himself, though with a particular love for action-romance novels and fiction rather than strictly heart-melting novels like Touko. He's a sweet boy but very weird and horny for Celestia, so he's completely useless around her. He's basically a tool... just like...

ROBO-JUSTICE is a serial killer known for their modus operandi of targeting particularly attractive and very mean women with hammers or blunt force trauma. This alter was formed after one particularly awful night of bullying resulting in Hifumi getting thrown into an abandoned industrial park and nearly dying from exposure to wires and sharp metal. Despite this though, it is almost entirely subservient to Celestia whenever it surfaces from Hifumi's mind.

Akane and Nekomaru I've already drawn before, but I think it'd be nice to give some of the backstory I've planned for them.

Akane is a well-meaning, brash, and reckless person whose freakish natural strength pairs with a luck that does everything except help her directly. Random and unpredictable, Akane desperately tries everything she can to get into extremely unpredictable and dangerous situation for her luck to grace those around her with the best outcome from her misfortune, even if it means hurting a lot of people in the process.

Nekomaru was inspired by the nonstop hard work he saw the nurses had to do when they were treating his heart condition. So inspired that he made it his solemn vow to join them whatever it took, leading him to become the ultimate nurse. He would, however, be the first of his classmates to fall to the despair of the mastermind, as his well-meaning nature drew him into a trap he could not predict.

For Rantaro and Tenko I took inspiration from M. Bison(Dictator) and Criss Angel specifically. These are the most experimental designs I have as you can tell, but I plan on working on them a lot.

Tenko's story involves her becoming the head of her little "dojo" and straight up turning it into a cult, with her as the ultimate supreme leader and the greatest fighter in the world.

Rantaro started off doing magic for her sisters, and got so good at making them happy that one of them introduced his magic act to the world through sites like youtube, causing him to become a sensation drooled over by millions of girls around the world.

#danganronpa #fanart #danganronpa 2 #mani e. #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa demix #kyoko kirigiri #makoto naegi #sparkling justice #celestia ludenberg #hifumi yamada #robo justice #akane owari #nekomaru nidai #tenko chabashira #rantaro amami #amacha #rantenko #akanidai #celesfumi #yamaceles #naegiri #talentswap #talentswap au #danganronpa au

[luminous-letters]

Can you write the dorm leaders realizing they find mc attractive?

i'm so sorry. first, for answering late. and second, for not being able to include riddle and vil. (it actually took me a lot more time to write those two, but it always end up horribly. so i had to scrap them. that was also part of the reason why i was working on this for so long.)

but please let me know if it isn't to your liking anon 😭

At what point in a relationship does one party find the other attractive? It could be as quick as a heartbeat, a single glance. It could be longer than a month, or long enough to watch the whites of winter thaw into the greens of spring.

What does being attractive mean to them? A face? A body? A surface-level understanding? Or gravitation to what lies deeper than bone, an understanding that pierced through the soul.

Five months.

A pretty face... Leona's seen many across the years. In all shapes, sizes, colors or form, each of them were as magnificent and lustrous as gemstones. But few could make a mark as lasting as yourself.

He should've known it when an herbivore like you came waltzing into his territory. He should've known it the moment you made a lion's den your home. He should've known sooner that you were just so damn...you.

You had metaphorical balls of steel, just prancing like some doe in a pit full of predators. All while staring them down too.

You were annoying, unrelenting and so painfully stupid that it almost made him cry. Almost.

It all started with chanced meetings made more frequent. Then he'd notice more details about you than before.

Your head, your lips, your fingers... Then he'd start smelling things that were too hidden to be perceived. Monday... A faint scent of lavender. Tuesday— lilacs. Wednesday— citrus...?

He began to anticipate it more and more. Until a whole five months passed, then he was sure.

"This may come to you as a surprise...but, I like you."

Three months.

Azul had long been jealous of beauty. Bodies that folk adore, a tail that could swim the fastest, and a face that could make the crowds swoon and fall at their feet.

And he's seen plenty of those, more than he could count. He was an avid collector, of trinkets and admirable qualities alike. He wanted them all. He deserved them all.

And he could've had it all if it weren't for you meddling kids. You foolhardy buffoons that, by chance, managed to stop his journey to omnipotence!

But enough of that, for he was now a changed man.

Now that he thought about it, you weren't as dense as your peers. You needed a decently sharp mind to be able to make sense of his plans, much more to be able to stop it.

What a fine investment that would be. And connections to powerful people as well? My, my, this day just keeps getting better and better.

But when he would expect a witty response, you'd answer with points that barely made sense. And when he was sure you'd elicit some unprompted stupidity, you'd quip with the most sound and foolproof ideas he's ever heard. How vexing. How vexing, indeed.

He wants a bit more information... Yes just that. But the chances of it spiraling into something more... It completely slipped his mind.

"I have an offer you possibly cannot refuse."

Thirty seconds.

Kalim was an easy-going soul, carefree and sheltered since the day he was born into this world. So of course it was easy for him to fall for someone.

It was no surprise that he gets so attracted so easily. Be it an object, a pet, or another person, Kalim was almost immediately gushing and cooing the moment he decided that, 'Yes! This is the one!'

That thirty seconds, from start to finish, was utterly beautiful. He felt like the entire cosmos exploded inside him. Suddenly, he felt vitality surge through his veins, he felt like he wanted to scream to the world.

The jewels, the golds and silvers, the relics worth millions that lay in his treasury were but grains in comparison to you. He wanted to show you the world, the beauty of it.

He wanted to show you the oranges of the sunset skies, the glittering azure of the oases and the caramel dunes of sands that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"I want to dance forever, sing and laugh forever. And I think it would be a lot better if we do it together."

Two years.

Idia doesn't care about looks— or anything, in general. As long as he's got good internet and Ortho around, there's nothing he should worry about.

Love... How complex it was. It was easier to understand the gibberish codes of machine than emotion— emotion which was spontaneous and ever-changing.

He doesn't need a player two.

He was perfectly fine on his own. He's been doing it for the past years, so what's the difference? 99.99% he would do better solo-ing everything, ±.01 margin of error.

He didn't expect a blindingly bright, relentless, peppy, annoying ball of you to be that tiny margin of error.

"Go outside."

"No."

Surprisingly, you were good at most games he's played. But still a rookie, he's gotta work on that.

He would still curse — and blush — at that fateful Saturday afternoon. The day you two snuck out for a comic convention turned movie night turned boardwalk fair date.

It kept on happening and happening, more time with you. It became a constant that he looked forward to, an external push that he welcomed.

"So... About that 'no player two' thing I said a while back... I, uh... I kinda want to take that back."

Still.

You held a pretty face. He knew it the moment the panicked look on your face greeted his own questioning looks. It was toleration, that he was sure of. Toleration of another soul that dared sully the building that he visited nightly.

But it grew and grew through the months. After the winter, the day of the VDC, through the frightful night of Halloween, after you were taken away and left the ruins of a home. And until your much-awaited return.

He was waiting. He pondered and pondered, his thoughts were laced with doubt and distrust— in you and in himself. As longing of affection as he may be, he wasn't one to let himself slip so easily.

A year had elapsed, since his first encounter to Ramshackle's newest resident. A year of flurried thoughts and a hectic juggle between his dorm, his kingdom and you.

He still wanted to know more about you. There's much yet to be learned, viewpoints that he's yet to know.

"Is it unusual that I still could not make a sound decision? I worry that it may be telling of poor leadership."

"No, no. It's alright, I'm willing to wait for your decision."

"...Thank you."

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #gn!mc #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst fanfic #twst fanfiction #twst oneshot #twst fluff #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #writing #my writing #answered ask

[hoshigaki]

headcannons for itakisa 😌 continued from here

kisame and itachi are so. like itachi is a weirdo with no friends and kisame is a lonely dude who doesnt believe in friendship and yet they dont talk to each other as coworkers like they do with other akatsuki members, theyre so normal?? with each other i think they see each other as equals in the way only they could

so what happens when you put two bootlicking rule following brainwashed top of the class super soldiers who recently had a nervous breakdown about their role in society together on a team for terrorists? the most tender hand holding of all time. the most tragic vulnerability. the most timid notion of love while they know the other will die before they ever can enjoy it.

and maybe sexual intimacy as a form of self harm because one of them is used to using his strength as a punishing tool and one of them thinks he deserve to be punished while he waits until he dies.

i think at 17 after Itachi learns what romance and sex is he starts analyzing his physical and emotional reaction towards other people. after the confrontation in konoha in the failed kidnap mission kisame wouldve made some joke about running into itachis exes and then itachi says super deadpanned "i used to have a crush on kakashi" and kisame goes well that makes sense youre the two prettiest people in the village and then itachi like every teenage girl thinks too hard about that compliment and devises a strategic plan of action to receive more compliments for no particular reason.

kisame and itachi are truly quality time and acts of service lovers, and their affection for each other grows from them naturally doing things. moments of silence arent weird, itachi will always look out to whatever kisame has pointed out in the horizon, kisame will eat anything itachi cooks even if its burnt since the taste doesnt matter the act does, they both get annoyed at the same things and find the same people stupid which amplifies their "youre the only person i want to be around" feelings

because itachi is a sickly waif hes always cold and kisame doesn't generate as much heat as one would think which means they both like being in warm places and they will spend more time than necessary in hot springs or in the valley during summertime so they can bask in the sun

kisame doesn't like soft things like i said in my other post, but he does like silk and itachi's hair is perfectly silky to run fingers through

#kisaita #itakisa #kisame #itachi #mine #professional-gay-hermit #asks

[stazvlt]

NottPott Fanfics Rec Lists

After checking my bookmarks and the tags on ao3 i'm proudly present to you the nottpott fanfictions recommendation. TW: Please check / read the tags. Some of this fics touch a very heavy subject and it might not be your cup of tea.

Shadow magic by Lomonaaeren (Series- 73000 words total) AU.

Harry was born with a power the Dark Lord knows not: the magic to see into shadows, to walk the shadows, and to send the shadows everywhere. This changes his life rather dramatically.

Harry is very independent in this one. If you'd like to see Harry as a morally grey and powerful lord with a very devoted Theo this is your fics.

Enough is Enough by AnonymousMagpie (33k words)

In the spring of 1992, a massive magical discharge shakes Lily Potter’s legacy. Harry Potter, its raison d’être, nearly dies. It has until now been a passive enchantment, reactive, and burns away his attacker only once violent physical contact has been made. But the backlash is enormous. The protection is disrupted. For the first time since the day of its creation it must strain to the utmost. And it determines that Harry Potter is wildly, systematically unsafe.It reacts.

Gryffindor and Slytherin Inter house relationship, and many more!! Nottpott might not be the focus here but it deserve the place on this list on the base of it being very fun to read.

Clearly Granger Will Be the Brains of This Operation by Dart (2k words)

Someone has got to save Potter, so he can save the world. ~or~ Nott and Potter sitting in an BMW, S-N-A-R-K-I-N-G

Theodore nott kidnapping Harry Potter. Do i need to say more?

Another Way We Are Not Alone by thealmostrhetoricalquestion (15k words)

Theo barges his way into the afterlife to demand assistance from the Master of Death. And apparently fall deeply in love with him while he's at it.

The bonding here is Amazing. The banter, The journey, The Sentient Boat. 15k words of Nottpott bonding.

The Heir to the House of Prince by elph13 (series - 1.136 000 words)

Summer of 4th year and Harry's all alone, dealing with his grief and the sudden revelation that James Potter is not his father. Support comes in a strange form. The form of Theo Nott, son of a death Eater. A strange friend who says he'll help him find his true father, whoever this Lord Prince might be.

I legit didn't sleep for the entire night bcs i can't stop reading it's just that GOOD. The quality and lenght of this series are amazing. House of Prince Theo is the base of my fanon Theo. Smart, Observant, Loyal and utterly Scary. Theo who's very devoted with  his traditions. Theo who wield KNIFES. And it doesn't need to be said but Harry is also amazing in this one. He's stubborn, strong, and utterly loyal. Not Dumbledore or Sirius friendly though so i do warn you if you like both of them.

Amends by SheWhoMustNotBeNamedEver (1.6k words)

"How was my... You nearly cut me in half, Potter." Harry squinched his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose over his glasses "You're being a bit dramatic about it, don't you think?"

Harry attempt to bribe Theo's forgiveness with a curry. You can guess how that goes ;)

Round and Fluffy by CaityBell @caitybellfics (1.5k)

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter arrive at the DMLE to retrieve their spouses.

Uhh misuse of Confundus? Jail?? Hermione and Theo friendship, Draco and Harry 10 years rivalry. Got all you need here.

The Answering Machine Message by SunsetRiot (13k)

The answer machine beeps again; someone’s going to leave him another message. He hears his voice. It sounds so alive. They sound so happy. It’s getting harder to hear his voice these days; it’s getting harder to accept that he’s gone. He wonders what the person leaving a message is saying this time; probably offering their condolences, trying to send a message of hope through a stupid muggle machine, it’s all people seem to be doing these days. He hears another beep and he knows the persons finished leaving their message. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t want words, or hope or anything. What he wants is gone. Theodore Nott is dead and Harry Potter doesn’t know how to carry on living.

We have too much fluff therefore i need to recommend some angst. It's a bleak world for Harry without Theo there.

Harry Potter and His Saving Theo Thing by Lomonaaeren (21k)

Harry can think of worse things to do than helping Theodore Nott rejoin society. And after a while, so can Theo.

Adult Harry and Theo is always fun to read especially when Harry is an Auror. Their banter is delicious on this one. One of the more ... mature fic? I don't know how to describe it but this one has different vibes than the other fics on the list. Also this list isn't complete without the two lovely NottPott fics i got as gifts from HP rare pairs last year:

Silver Surprise by @lumosatnight

Theo joins the DA in Fifth Year, much to everyone’s surprise. His corporeal Patronus leaves Harry intrigued.

A Classic DA activity. Everyone is suspicious of the one lone slytherin but not our boy Harry. So SOFT and Cute, two traumatized children bonding over patronus <3

My Favorite Colour by @sandervansunshine

Tired of the monotony and hum-drum of adulthood, Harry seeks out a new source of happiness. He finds it— this pure, unadulterated blend of peace and joy— in a flowery meadow, a cool stream, and a storyteller by the name of Theodore Nott.

Feels good fics 100%. The way they shared a secret meadow and them unashamedly being themselves without judgement. Story teller Theo stole my heart <33 That's all for now! Thank you so much for checking this list out. I would love to add more fics in this list but my spirit need recharge after i accidentally deleted the last rec list last night. Most of these authors also wrote a lot of other amazing fics!! Please check them out :D OH and feel free to reblog or comment with your favorite NottPott fics, your pal here needs more nottpott.

#nottpott #harry potter #harry james potter #theo nott #theodore nott #rec list #hp rare pair #hp fic #if i miss something or make a mistake feel free to @ me

[pseudopigeons]

I came up with maybe not a theory but more of just an observation that the east blue 5 seem to parallel the 5 love languages and it's kinda reframed all of their actions and behaviours towards each other so much for me on my watchthrough. Got brainworms from that one oda interview where he said zoro doesn't like verbally expressing gratitude and prefers to show appreciation through actions and it got me thinking

The 5 languages:

Physical touch - Luffy

Acts of service - Zoro

Quality time - Usopp

Receiving / giving gifts - Nami

Words of affirmation - Sanji

Funnily enough in OPLA we definitely see a lot of physical touch Luffy. He's always playfully punching or hugging crewmates, despite having known the crew for such a short time he's just instantly clingy and physically present around them in east blue.

Zoro is very much an actions person. He's a little emotionally constipated and doesn't verbalise his feelings very much, in fact that seems like the last thing he wants to do, but he will always be looking out for any member of the crew silently, and is almost always the first to spring into action when it's called for. He shows he cares through acts of service and being there for his captain and crew.

Usopps language being quality time is shown pretty well in syrup village with his relationship with Kaya. Kaya is a girl who has everything she could wish for financially, but ussop provides her with a much needed friend, someone to support her and just physically be present and talk to her. He risks so much just to make her smile because being there for his friends is such a crucial and important thing for him.

Nami's love language being giving/recieving gifts means so much to me because it is so often seen as the most shallow of the love languages and I have seen so many poor analysis and digs at Nami's character, reducing her to just being greedy and money hungry. Did they watch Arlong park with their eyes closed??? For Nami, gold or money is a means for her to provide for the people she cares about, to ensure their financial stability and freedom and to keep her crewmates fed and afloat. She spent so long scorned and alone and (believed she was) hated because she created this money hungry persona to save her village and to best Arlong. Every piece of gold she bled to get was meant for that end goal. Nami deserves the financial freedom and gold that being a strawhat pirate could give because for years and years every bit she earned was tucked away for the well-being of others and was then stolen from under her nose. (This paragraph got very long but I'm not sorry I am the captain of the Nami defense squad.)

And finally Sanji reflects words of praise as a love language. I think it's the most clear to see with how Sanji is so quick to praise any female character he comes into contact with, especially Nami, but I think it also reflects his strained relationship with zef while working at the baratie. Zeff is always verbally critical of Sanji as a way to rile him up and to encourage him to leave the restaurant. Zef weaponises what makes Sanji tick to antagonise him and tries to get him to leave that way, but Sanji is far too stubborn and feels too great a debt to leave.

I think east blue definitely shows the 5 dynamics in a pretty clear way and kinda helped me understand what makes the characters tick. Also why some of the characters end up butting heads or getting into arguments. They all show and recieve love in different way, sometimes there are misunderstandings or clashes but at the end of the day they all trust each other with their lives and it's such a strong bond.

Anyways I'll eventually draw some more OP but I'd love to hear any thoughts or other people's ideas if they have any on the matter. Sometimes I get analysis brainworms, and I first shared the idea on discord, but figured why not post it to Tumblr too

ALSO please if anyone has examples from the series that fit the love languages PLEASE share it, makes my heart oougggghhghg.

#one piece #east blue #op theory #love language #romance dawn #like you dont understand every time any of the east blue 5 do something that coincides with their pseudo assigned love language #ouggghhhhhaaaaaghhh my HEART #they care about each other so much #and they show it in different ways but they still mean it #anyways please share ur thoughts #im 300 episodes in so idk how long this checks out for #but its still pretty solid #idk what nico robin would be #im leaning towards quality time maybe #cause shes been alone for so long waaaaaaaah #i love her she needs a hug #luffy get on it stat

[cupidssweetheart0103]

hello! can you do a rough sex gnf smut where the 2 of you were in bed watching a movie, and you start getting in a comfortable position cuddling into george and he gets annoyed and fucks you? sorry i’m not the best with ideas

This^^<3, but in the living room cause i couldn’t see it in bed, sorry sweetheart, hope this is good anyways.

Not my best work, been procrastinating this one for a while

🩷Keep Still🩷

Unedited/Revised

George x afab!Reader

Not really any use of pronouns, but written in the mindset of femme!afab!reader, but could be otherwise based on interpretation.

Warnings: angry sex?, hair pulling a lil, degrading, a lil bit restraint? Being held down a bit?, lil praise, sloppy aftercare

“God why won’t you sit still?” George grumbled, his arms tightening around you to still your movements. The two of you were laying on your side on the living room couch, your back pressed against his chest. You were squirming uncomfortably, the divide in the cushions lining up with your side in a way that made you feel like they were splitting and you’d fall between.

“Sorry, just uncomfortable on the couch,” you mumble, trying to take a deep breath and ignore the way your hip dipped into the couch awkwardly. George was lucky, his back was against the couch and the support beam was underneath him, where as you had only spring which made you sink. You couldn’t take it, shuffling again back towards him to try and gain some support. George sighed annoyed, rolling over on top of you so that you were flat under him.

“Better?” He asked, sarcasm and annoyance dripping from his tone as he looked down at you, clearly upset.

“I’m sorry,” you say, genuinely as you really didn’t have any ill intent and truly was just trying to get comfortable. His eyes softened when he saw your expression, noticing how you really didn’t mean to bother, but the new smirk that graced his lips brought about a blossoming feeling in your chest.

He lowered himself down onto you, his chest flush with yours with one arm holding himself up above you and the other gripping your hip, “all I wanted was to spend some time with you, I’ve had a long day, and you don’t have the decency to sit still for a damn movie.”

“I’m sorry I want to spend time with you too but-”

“Don’t talk back to me,” he mumbled into your ear, leaning down so that his mouth barely brushed your jaw, “you know I like this movie, you know I can’t focus when you’re squirming. You were doing it on purpose huh?”

Suddenly feeling your body flush at his new tone, you shook your head, fingers dragging up subconscious to grab at his shirt, “no, i swear i just wasn’t comfortable the couch-”

“You weren’t comfortable?” He teased, leaning back so he was kneeling between your legs, “pushing your ass into me you weren’t comfortable?”

You hadn’t realized you were doing it, but now seeing the tented material of his sweatpants you realize why he was so bothered, “I wasn’t trying to.”

His hands slid up from your calves, landing on your knees for a moment before sliding up your thighs to your hips, “I deserve some quality time with my (girlfriend/boyfriend/partner) and to relax, and with the day I’ve had I would’ve thought you would be good for me,” his fingers gripped your waistband, your heart skipping as he yanked them down over your hips, before pulling them completely down off your ankles, “but if you can’t let me relax then why don’t you let me take my stress out on you?”

His demeanor told you more than what had been said. He cared for you deeply and rarely ever got mad at you, and if he did it was petty and didn’t last long. You could tell that you did upset him and he did want to relax and watch a movie, but there wasn’t a drop of anger left in his system right now as he leaned back over you, his thumb pressing into the soft skin where your leg bent at the hip, making you keen. The anger had probably burnt off given all the blood in his body had flooded between his legs rather than to his brain. However, the tops of your thighs were slick from your arousal, and the gravel in his voice from the annoyance of having his movie ruined made your insides twist.

You nodded feverishly, whining softly as you arched into his body heat. He scoffed, “seriously? You’re gunna try and say you weren’t doing it on purpose but the second I touch you you turn into a slut, all whiney huh?” He quickly sat back up, flipping you flat onto your stomach. You gasped, George’s fingers lacing into your hair, a soft yank bringing your head up to press his lips to your cheek, “if you’re gunna act like a slut I’ll treat you like one.”

He pushed your head back into the sofa. Pulling at your ass gently, he spread you just enough to drag his finger from your clit to your entrance. He didn’t bother teasing, this was for him, not you. You choked a moan as you pushed your hips into the couch, his fingertips brushing your cervix before curling into your precious g-spot. Your thighs quivered softly, the way he kneeled between them preventing them from closing. A moment later he had gotten off of you, stripping from the waist down before pushing your legs together and straddling your thighs. You turned your head, catching a glimpse of George’s cocky smile as he leaned in, kissing you messily before spreading your ass once again, this time lining himself up and pushing into you.

A guttural moan left your mouth before you could help it, nails digging into the cushion below you as he set a relentless pace, hips bouncing against yours with every thrust. The movie had been completely tuned out, the only noise registering was the sound as your hips knocked together, and the music coming from your throat that George adored so much.

“Such a whore huh? Wanted this so bad you couldn’t wait an hour for the movie huh?” With every thrust he hit that perfect spot that drew the knot in your stomach tighter, every brush of it making you clench around him more.

One of his hands was pushed into the arm rest above you, the other between your shoulder blades as he drew closer to his own end. The frustration of the day and the movie had completely rolled off his back, wanting nothing more than to feel your cum around him.

“George,” you gasped out, your legs tingling. He leaned down, groaning against your neck as he rested his forehead against the cushion next to you. Your fingers tangled into his hair, back arching into him at the new angle, “i needa cum, please needa cum-”

“Shut up,” he huffed out, his hand moving from your shoulder up to the one you had in his hair. He gently untangled it before lacing his fingers in yours, pushing your hand into the couch below you, “fine,” he sighed, trying to act as if he wasn’t teetering on the edge himself, “cum for me darling, cum on my cock, pretty little slut.”

That was all it took as you barreled over the edge, legs shaking and back arching as you came, your fingers squeezing his tightly. You let out a choked sob as George came close after, moaning heavily into your ear. There was nothing but heavy breathing in the room, the credits rolling on the screen as you shook underneath him.

“You did so well,” George mumbled, sliding out softly as he pressed against your back, “you were good for me after all.”

You whined, eyelids heavy and your legs tingling. He rolled off of you, sliding under you so you laid on his chest. Reaching over to the box of tissues on the end table and wiping you as gently as he could, before cleaning himself as well.

“We need a new couch,” you mumble, falling asleep in his neck, “this one sucks.”

“I know,” he laughed, “we’ll look tomorrow, i just wanna sleep okay?”

You nodded, wanting nothing more.

#mcyt smut #georgenotfound smut

[evartandadam]

Do you know about the 5 love languages? (Quality Time, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving and Acts of Service) What is the order of importance for each Akatsuki member? :)

Note: Physical Touch in this is used non-sexually overall. Like hugging, cuddling, forehead kisses, etc

Im color coding, so you can find what you want faster 👍

Sasori: Words of affirmation above all (and intelligent conversation)! I mean, he dislikes attention in general, so it’s hard to imagine him liking much else 😂 If you can think of a gift he would like, he would very much appreciate that. Under specific circumstances, like AUs, Sasori would also love physical touch (canon 35 year old Sasori really has no interest in relationships in general). He would find acts of service demeaning- he can do it all himself, and in his mind, better. He likes quality time, but also disappears for days on end working on his corpse puppets or killing people to make them into corpse puppets 😍 You gotta be cool with that and tell him they’re awesome.

Deidara: Physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time- he is literally a princess and requires constant attention 😂 There aren’t many services he would expect from you, he just wants you to tell him he’s amazing and rub his back for hours (maybe that’s the act of service lol). He also would love gifts, and definitely enjoys giving them! Very easy to please and validate!

Hidan: Words of affirmation and quality time! He is a dog! He loves physical touch too, but feels religious guilt for it 😂 His religion is founded on worshipping destruction, and I think love and sex are the opposite of that and frowned upon. Hidan wouldn’t appreciate a nice gift enough, so don’t waste your time (unless it’s a trip to the hot springs or pomade). He would appreciate an act of service like cooking meat for him, or converting, so he doesn’t have to kill you 👍

Kakuzu: Acts of service and, if he trusts you, physical touch (he is very deprived of real affection and would dislike it initially). Kakuzu would also appreciate the gift of a good book! He does not require a lot of attention to maintain his interest if you got him, and though quality time is nice, it isn’t something he values much (once a month lol). He values intellectual conversation more than actual affirmation. Note, a hookup with Kakuzu is easy, and I’m referring to vulnerable physical affection, like snuggling.

Itachi: Gifts, quality time, and lastly, physical touch- he will feel more comfortable receiving physical affection after you spend lots of time convincing him he deserves it. Words of affirmation must be used in small doses or he will reject them. He would like giving gifts more than receiving them, same with acts of service. He is emotionally sensitive and considerate, so he will mirror what you give him and more.

Kisame: Quality time and physical touch. Kisame is a good boyfriend who is generally content and if you’re just nice to him, he’ll be ecstatic. Like Itachi, he might need some small doses of words of affirmation before accepting them as truth. Expect lots of bear hugs and being carried around! The only gifts he cares about are good food, and time with you! He expects no acts of service, but would appreciate you caring for him- all of these people have had hard lives and are comfortable doing everything themselves.

Konan: Gifts and acts of service. Physical touch is earned with her. She is a queen, so she already has whatever she wants, so sentimental gifts are best (but she would love designer). Honestly, she would care more about acts of service you offer to others more than herself. She is attracted to people who display character. Quality time is also nice, but not the top. You have to be good in bed to date her, and she likes giving caring touch to her partners, as well as receiving it. Words of affirmation are appreciated, but don’t overdue it. She’s heard it all, and likes action more than talking.

Nagato: Words of affirmation and quality time. Nagato has a god complex, so just nod and agree with whatever he says, and he will feel so valued 😂 He will shower you with gifts, but won’t expect any in return. Like Sasori and Kakuzu, intelligent conversation is also the key to his heart. Nagato would also value acts of service towards his people. Acts of service involving himself would make him feel guilty. If we are going for sickly Nagato, he would struggle with physical touch at first, but accept it gladly after you gain his trust.

Obito: Words of affirmation, physical touch, acts of service . Also has a god complex, so just tell him whatever he wants to hear and treat him like a king. Before he went nuts, he was a golden retriever, so he probably loves head scratches and tenderness. A good gift might make him giddy as well. Quality time is not his top, cause he’s too busy trying to plan mass genocide, but of course you will have endless time together in the infinite tsukuyomi, so no worries! I’m throwing shade cause he would be a taker instead of a giver 🤪

Orochimaru: Gifts, of course! Weird taxidermy, expensive wine, statues of snakes for his lair, live snakes, stolen research, etc. You will be favored if you give lots of words of affirmation. He has no time for quality time, and you will always be sad and lonely while he experiments on children. He doesn’t feel like the type care much about physical touch, but acts of service are great!

Zetsu: Gifts (corpses of course!) Quality time feels like a favorite of theirs, they seem content to sit around and chill. Don’t be surprised if they kill you, they aren’t quite human anyway. Acts of service are also appreciated! Perhaps some gossip? Zetsu doesn’t seem like the type to value words of affirmation too much (especially Black Zetsu), and hcs for physical touch can go opposite directions.

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[explicit-tae]

Envy

Envy; a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else's possessions, qualities, or luck. Upper level demon Taehyung - known as the deadly sin of Envy - makes his way up to Earth in time to witness what those who are envious are willing to achieve.

Lust - Wrath & Greed - Pride & Gluttony - Sloth

Warning: Demon Taehyung, oral (m receiving), creampie,

Word Count: 1,062

Alternate Universe

Taehyung pushes his head back, a wicked smirk on his lips. His fingers curl beneath your chin to encourage your mouth wider to take more of him. “You’re such a beauty to watch.”

Taehyung could smell you - the way your scent changed at his words and as you grew wetter. He understood you - the way you craved the attention from anyone willing to give it to you; someone to feed your ego.

Your tongue swirls around the tip of his cock, sucking with such want and need - almost greedily. Your fingernails are digging into his naked thighs when you take him into your throat fully.

Humans were weak creatures that craved the attentions of others - some more than most; like yourself. Your need to be seen as the better sibling from your sister grew from that of a younger sibling in the shadow of the elder sister to now - the younger sibling left in the shadow of the Queen.

You grew to despises the Queen and how everyone viewed her s a perfect person. The town’s people adored her and would flocked around the castle grounds for a mere glimpse of her. Though you are grateful your sister has taken you with her as she grew as Queen, you’re still envious at the fact that she deserved none of this.

Taehyung pushes himself away from you, a soft pop leaving your mouth as the tip of his cock springs out. “Such a beauty.” Taehyung hums. ‘It is you that should be Queen.”

Your heart flutters at his words and your eyes grow wide.

Your mind cannot think back to when you first met Taehyung - it was as if he entered your life and took it over completely. You met day by day and he listened to you speak of your life working beneath your sister who was the Queen. He never judged your feelings like most would and you’d even say he made you feel justified. As time grew, your feelings towards the Queen grew sour and everything she did made you seethe.

“I need you inside of me.” You murmur, licking your dry lips.

Taehyung hums; he knows you do by the way you smell. Your scent is sweet and ready for him - like always. As time passed, he notes you’re willingness to lay with him and loosing yourself in the process - unaware of how the envy inside of you would be your breaking point at any given moment.

Taehyung lifts you from your knees, hands gripping the fabric of your skirt. You aren’t wearing anything beneath and it’s an act Taehyung appreciates greatly. Your dripping when he centers his cock at your entrance.

Pushing you against the wall, Taehyung enters roughly - you could take him easily.

Taehyung’s hands clasps around your mouth as he snaps his hips inside of you. You’re tight and wet and he’s sure he’ll never be able to get enough of you - especially when you’re dragged to hell in the end of this.

“The Queen is selfish.” You hear Taehyung murmur into your ear, deep voice sending shivers straight to your core. “She doesn’t deserve everything she has.”

You moan in response, feeling his cock spring deeper inside of you. Wet noises are audible and you’re positive you’re leaking all over his thighs now - but neither of you care.

“That should be you.” Taehyung licks your earlobe, snapping his hips harder. He could sense you’’re about to cum around him and he too will be doing the same - inside of you like he always has to form the bond as sin and sinner. “But it’ll never be you.”

Your eyes snap shut, his words hurting your heart but your legs shake and prepare to give out.

“And if it can’t be you…” Taehyung roughly pounds into you, releasing your mouth to catch both hips into his large hands. You moan freely now, a gush of relief shooting from your core. “….why should it be her?” Taehyung grunts out, shooting an insane amount of cum inside of you - forming the bond no one could fight against - especially not a woman destined to sin.

Taehyung’s words got to you, ringing through your mind constantly throughout the week.

If it couldn’t be you then why should it be her? Your sister didn’t appreciate the amounts of servants and followers she had, nor the wealth that came from being the Queen. The amount of times you’ve endured listening to your sisters petty rants on how the King didn’t love nor appreciate her has grown tiresome. After all, she lived in a castle and didn’t need nor want for anything - how rough could life be?

“Your majesty!” You adorned a bright smile as your eyes caught your brother-in-law.

The guards offered space as you approached him. You give a short bow before he spoke. “Y’N, you don’t have to be formal any longer. You’re family.”

You shake your head. “But you are the King.” you offer you arm for him to take and he does. “The Queen is in her royal chambers. She awaits for your arrival.”

“You told her?” the King asks.

You shake your head. The King has insisted on keeping his arrival a secret from you. Arriving a day earlier so the both of you could spend it with one another was a thought you came up with, envy & spite running through your veins.

The two of you offer small talk as you make your way inside and through the castle. Your heart pumps outside your chest and you ponder if it’s a terrible decision to be happy about what you’re doing.

The King reaches closer to the royal chambers, puzzled look upon his face at unfamiliar sounds coming from within.

You and him exchange glances but you contain the mischievous smirk daring to form on your lips.

Taehyung stands behind you, unbeknownst to you and the King. His eyes scan your face - you could never fool him. You’re nearly jumping with hoy at the thought of your sister being caught in the act with Jimin. What envy could do to a person was dangerous - who knows what would come of your sister and yourself; yet you didn’t care.

Because after all, if you couldn’t have it why should she?

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[misc-obeyme]

Congrats on the 500 followers. Your writing is great and deserves all the follows. For the prompt request could you do hug with either Mammon or Levi?

Ah, thank you, anon!

Okay since I hadn't had a request for Levi yet, this is mostly Levi, but featuring Mammon because I wanted to do him, too lol.

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Leviathan with prompt Hug

Warnings: none!

You were finally free of RAD for the day and you were walking home with a spring in your step. You were looking forward to playing a new video game with Leviathan that had just come out. He had skipped going to school, as usual, so you would be going straight to his room as soon as you reached the House of Lamentation.

"What're ya so happy about?" Mammon asked as he walked beside you.

You looked back at him with a smile. "The video game Levi and I have been waiting ages to play finally came out today."

Mammon frowned. "Oh yeah. Man, that means I won't see ya for days now, huh?"

You couldn't help but laugh at this. "Aww," you said. "Don't worry, I'll still be sure to make time for you."

You had reached the house now and both of you entered through the front door.

"Ya better make time for the Great Mammon!" he said, though there was a blush on his cheeks.

You tugged in into a hug, giving him a tight squeeze before letting go. "I'll see you later, I promise."

Before Mammon had a chance to even react much to this, you were on your way to Levi's room. You could hear him spluttering behind you.

When you reached Levi's door, you knocked. He let you in without even bothering to ask for a password. He was clearly waiting for you, the video game in question in his hand.

"MC!" he said excitedly. "It's finally here!"

You settled in front of the TV while Levi put in the game. He came to sit beside you, each of you holding your own controller.

"Ugh, I'm so excited," you said as the opening cut scene began to play.

"Right? Look at these graphics," Levi said. "They've really gone up in quality since the last release!"

"I'm just hoping I'll be able to get the hang of the new form of game play," you said. "It looks kind of complicated."

"Don't worry about that," Levi said. "We can start on easy mode if you want. But I've heard it's pretty intuitive, so we should be able to master it quickly!"

The two of you continued discussing the game in this way as you began to play. Hours passed as you made your way through the game's many different quests and story lines.

And then you found yourselves up against a big boss that you just couldn't beat no matter how hard you tried. You had been attempting to defeat it for ages. At one point you left Levi to tackle it alone so you could get some food and drinks. The two of you needed fuel to really give it your all.

After a snack break, you discussed your strategy. When you both felt ready, you picked up your controllers again and initiated the boss fight.

It was as difficult as ever, but you felt prepared this time. The two of you worked together effortlessly, having mastered the technique you were using.

And then you watched, eyes wide, as Levi finally dealt the finishing blow to the boss.

"We did it!" you cheered. "We finally did it!"

You put down your controller and flung your arms around Levi, laughing happily.

Levi just barely managed to catch you, but he wasn't able to prevent the both of you from toppling over sideways.

Now you were sprawled on top of him, still laughing, while he was blushing furiously and no longer capable of thought.

You sat up, knowing you would need to give him some space if you wanted Levi to function properly again.

You smiled at him as he righted himself, covering his face to hide his blush, which was not receding.

You took his hands away from his face and held them. "We did it. Good job, Levi."

"Th-thanks, MC!" He was still blushing, but he managed to look you in the eye. "I couldn't have done it without you."

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him close. It was a slow move, so he'd seen it coming this time. Instead of freezing, he actually returned the embrace, holding you close. The two of you sat that way for some time, content to simply share a comforting hug before jumping back in to the game.

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[orphic-musings]

Welcome home! dear…fungus?

Characters: Dehya, Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Nilou x gn! reader (separately, established relationships)

Genre: Fluff, crack

Warnings: None I think? I kept switching between fungus and fungi bc idk what’s correct, (does cyno’s humour count as a warning?)

Summary: Sumeru characters react to you bringing home a new pet… fungus?

Notes: Got this idea after playing the fungus event and thought it would be a good chance to write some Sumeru characters! I’m sorry if it seems rushed I just wanted to get this out there since I haven’t been posting regularly. ㅠㅠ Inspired by my slime fics which you can find here: Part 1 — Part 2 (pls forgive me im so bad at naming slimes and fungi)

Dehya:

“Ah there you are!” Dehya sports a warm grin the moment she sees you. She stands at ease, not on high alert like she normally is. You are more interesting than anything in the background, and she prefers giving you her undivided attention. Of course, should any threat arrive she would be ready again before you could blink.

“I was looking for you everywhere- Is that fungi following you?” In an instant her tone drops into pure confusion. If the two of you were in any situation she would be springing into action, smiting the poor fungi before you even knew it was there. But this isn’t just any situation. The small capped creature is spinning around you, and your face is bright and content as you stand in the middle of Sumeru city.

“Yes! He’s my new companion. I called him Zest! There was an event down in Port Ormos where I trained him for a week, but the little guy didn’t want to leave my side at the end!”

“So… now we have to take care of a fungi.” Her expression is unimpressed, but her voice indicates that she’s intrigued, a little amused even.

“I can take care of it myself if you don’t want to-“

“No! I mean, you don’t have to do everything yourself. We do things together, yeah?” Her sudden interruption makes you giggle, and when she sees your face scrunched up in glee warmth rushes to her cheeks.

“At least it’s not a spectre.” She shakes her head, but your smile is contagious, and she can’t help the twitch of her lips. “Well we’d better go show lil’ Zesty his new home,” she says. With a delighted smile, you link your arm with hers and affectionately push into her side, while your fungi bounces along beside you. Dehya glances at the fungi one more time, before looking at your smiling face. She shakes her head again, but her smile only grows wider. The things love makes you do.

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Tighnari:

Tighnari steps into his hut while rubbing his neck, his eyes almost drooping to the floor. He had an insanely busy day, and all he can think to do is have some well deserved quality time with you. He looks up expecting to see you all settled into bed, but instead he finds an electro fungi in his spot and you giving it cuddles. Subconsciously his tail flicks with irritation, but he’s more curious than upset.

“Am I in the right house?” He asks, and though it’s intended to be a joke, his stress seeps into his tone. So much so that it jolts you, and you sit up alert on the bed. The fungi also stops its wiggling, as if mimicking you. He notes that, somewhere in the back of his mind.

“Tighnari! I um… this is, well I found… no I mean I got her from Port Ormos. There was an event and they let me keep her.” Your body is stiff as you attempt to explain the situation. Your words get all tied together, as if you were caught red-handed and were reaching for an excuse.

“I’m sorry if I startled you. Just relax and, well, let’s find this little fungi somewhere else to sit other than my side of the bed.” His tone is no longer taut, only tired, but he still gives you a gentle smile. You get up from the bed and walk over to where he is, the fungi following you. The two of you sit together on the couch, while the fungi twirls merrily on the rug.

“I think I understand the situation, but I’m sure you’re aware of the danger it poses. While it seems very tame now, it’s still a wild creature and can be unpredictable.” He glances between your gentle face and the energetic fungi while talking.

“I know… you’re right. Maybe we can watch it for a few days, and if it seems too unsafe or it’s unhappy we can release it.” You give him a hopeful smile, and since your argument is fairly sound, and he’s too tired to discuss it further, he agrees.

“We can spend more time with it tomorrow but for now, let’s get to bed.” You take Tighnari’s hand and lead him to bed, but he stops and looks at the fungi. It wiggles expectantly and he sighs. “Alright Jitterbug, I suppose you can come too.” He turns to follow you, but you just stand there in shock. Now it’s you being pulled along to bed as you laugh at the nickname and sudden fondness for the fungi. He smiles to himself seeing your joyful face, and he already feels all his stress melt away.

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Cyno:

“Cynooo! I’m hoooome!” You call into the empty entryway. Your voice is full of energy, but doubt creeps into your heart as your voice echos off the walls. It’s not unusual for you to arrive to an empty house, but you always call out just in case. You walk further in, a small dendro fungus hovering behind you. As you step into the living area you immediately freeze.

Cyno lays on his back, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm with an utterly peacful look on his face. Your heart dances at the adorable sight, but only for a moment as he seems to stir from your presence. He pushes himself up a bit and rubs a hand across his face. When he turns to you he smiles, and it fills you with warmth. With how early he gets up in the mornings, his sleepy face is a rare sight, but a beautiful one indeed.

“Oh hello dear, I guess I must have dozed off… and hello there fungus.” He sits himself fully upright on the couch, still waking up it seems. But he soon becomes fully alert.

“Wait… what am I saying?” His gaze drifts from your face to over your shoulder. “Wait! Behind you!” You just stand there and sigh.

“Are you awake now?” You giggle a bit when you see his baffled face.

“I- What?”

“This is our new pet! I got the little guy from an event in Port Ormos! If he behaves well we’ll keep him!” You beam at him while the fungus slowly emerges from behind your shoulder, curiously floating towards Cyno. He blinks at it.

“I’ve never given much thought to keeping pets, but if it’s with you I’m sure it will be fun.” You smile wider and do a little jump with joy, as if having won a prize. In all honesty, and it might only be because of his sleepy daze, you had expected him to deny the creature to even enter your home. When you refocus out of your thoughts you find him slightly poking the fungi, who doesn’t seem to mind, with a slight smile.

“We’re calling it Bud. Get it? Because it’s like a flower bud, but also a companion.” He grins and pats the fungus on the head. And while you’re glad they’re already getting along, you can’t help but sigh at your partner’s blunt humour.

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Alhaitham:

The sun casts a peach glow over the city and you walk hand in hand with the Akademiya’s scribe. A cool breeze blows, a sign on the oncoming night. You had surprised Alhaitham at his office just as his work ended, ready to walk him home.

“I have a surprise for you when we get home!” You grin, nearly unable to contain your excitment. You remind him of a pot about to boil over, but he refrains from pointing that out. He merely raises an eyebrow at you, ever the cynic.

“If it’s that Kaveh has finally moved out I’ll be over the moon,” he jokes. You lightly hit him, a slight pout on your face, which quickly changes into a devious grin.

“I suppose it does have something to do with roomates.” To this he finds a slight concern wash over him, but also you lean into him playfully he decides to trust you.

The sun is about to disappear beyond the horizon when you arrive home, and Alhaitham nervously unlocks the door. He instantly notices the lack of signs of Kaveh, and relaxes a little. Until you stand in front of him and call out ‘surprise!’ He shuts the door behind him then looks up, and is met face to face with a floating hydro fungi.

“Is this fungus.. the surprise?” His voice is questioning, reasonably so he would argue. But your grin doesn’t falter.

“Yes! I got her from an event in Port Ormos, so I suppose you can consider her your new roomate!” He stands and watches the fungi float around him, like it was checking him out. It strangely makes him feel out of place in his own home. A part of him wants to lecture you on the nature of fungi, and how they wouldn’t be suitable for keeping as housepets. But truthfully, he can’t think of much evidence to support that, seeing as there hasn’t been much, if any, research done on the subject. He looks back at you.

“Well?” You pry. Alhaitham perceives the slight falter of your smile, the way you seem to be holding together your enthusiasm, and he can’t help but feel his heart swell at your passion for this creature, and your desire for him to accept it into his home.

“I suppose it’s much favourable to that nosy architect. Say, maybe we should train it to pester Kaveh.” Suddenly he finds the idea of keeping a fungi quite intriguing.

“Hey! You can’t just use it for nefarious purposes!” You pout at him again, and he has to raise his hands in defeat. As he does, the hydro fungus nuzzles into his cheek and you laugh at his suddenly flustered expression. He pats it awkwardly before it floats back over to you, and you welcome it with a nuzzle and a warm smile. Maybe it’s not such a terrible idea after all.

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Nilou:

The lights at the Grand Bazaar just begin to turn on as the sky darkens. Their soft glow illuminates the stage, making it seem even more magical. Although evening has fallen, a crowd steadily forms, filling the Bazaar with chatter and life. Some people browse, while others just stand and chat, but your focus is solely on the graceful and lithe movements of Nilou’s dance.

It’s merely a practice, but since you finished your errands early you had to come see her. There was nowhere you’d rather be. The moment her dance ends time seems to stop, as she holds her elegant pose in the soft lights, looking ethereal. Then she relaxes, and her eyes find you. Her cheeks heat up and she appears ready to burst with both glee and fluster.

“You’re absolutely stunning, as always. I think I fell in love all over again! Craig loved it too!” You gush with rapture in your voice when she comes down to greet you. Her heart soars at your praises.

“Thank yo- who’s Craig? Did I miss something?” Her glee falters a little, replaced by puzzlement. You swallow, realizing your slip-up. Her gaze follows yours as you cast it to the ground, where a small geo fungus stands.

“Um, Nilou, meet Craig!” You smile sheepishly, finally bringing your eyes back to her. But she keeps staring at the lithic creature, watching curiously as it begins to roll around her feet before settling back beside you.

“A fungi?” She questions, and you begin to fear that this was a bad idea. With bated breath you wait as she intently observes it. Suddenly a smile spills across her face.

“He’s adorable! I didn’t know fungi could be so well behaved!” She giggles, and you feel your whole being relax at her enthusiasm. The creature begins to jump around too, excited by her positive tone.

“I was hoping we could look after him together, if you’d be alright with that.” She meets your gaze and beams brightly, her face nearly glowing.

“Of course! Ooh, maybe I can teach it to dance! It could join the theater!” She giggles again and latches onto your arm, settling herself into your embrace. The fungi leans itself into your leg too.

“It seems I might need to compete for your attention,” she says, noticing the fungi. You smile between the both of them, enjoying being surrounding by their affections. Nilou laughs as you struggle to give them exactly equal attention all the way home.

“Home sweet home,” you say once you finally arrive. The fungi and Nilou enter together, and it warms your heart seeing them already adjust to each other. But what warms it even more is how they both cuddle into you once you’ve settled into bed, and you can’t help but feel that this moment is the definition of contentment.

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[peeweekey]

salmonberry season

Spring is winding to its end in Remoria Farm—Ambrose likes the tartness of salmonberries, and Milene likes him.

original characters, Milene & Ambrose (!!!) ; farmer/farmhand

Ambrose thrives in the valley.

Milene knows because she watches, always watches him. She knows that he hums to the beat of cheesy love songs while watering parsnip seedlings. That he likes to lie in the chicken coop and cuddle the hens in his arms when he thinks she isn’t looking. The townspeople that laugh brightly when talking to him—they like him, it’s obvious by the way his arms are never empty from a trip to the town, there’s always another pot of soup or a jar of pasta sauce.

Most of all, though he can’t recognize it himself, Milene sees the bright spark in his eyes.

She remembers what they looked like before they moved to the valley, dull and unfocused and so far away. His office job in Joja made him slowly waste away. Now, the green in his eyes shine whenever he wrangles a particularly fussy fish, or when the two of them stand side by side in the kitchen, following televised recipes that leave the house smelling deliciously of caramelized onion and garlic.

Even now, when they sit under a thick branched tree away from the hot midday sun, Ambrose keeps the twinkle in his gaze. Sticking side by side, they share a handful of spring salmonberries—handpicked by Ambrose himself. The berry is sweet and tart, sticky and viscous all over her fingers and lips. She wipes the red stained juice smeared on her fingertips off on the hem of her shorts.

Absentmindedly, Milene reaches to pluck another pea-sized berry from him, but he twists his body away, hiding the salmonberries with a faux frown. She stretches her arm farther, reaching for the berries, resting her other palm on the grassy bed below. She shoots him a puzzled look.

“You had your share,” he says. Milene raises a brow. “The rest are mine.”

Huffing, Milene reaches again, her arm bumping his shoulder. Ambrose, this time, fully turns his back to her and protectively cradling berries to his chest, making the reach unsuccessful. She scoffs at his childishness and pokes him in the side.

“Selfish.”

Ambrose wiggles his eyebrows, aiming a smug smirk at her. “And you’re a leech,” he replies just as fast. “If you joined me in picking berries we’d have more, but you didn’t. You get what you get.”

“Excuse me,” she forcibly rests her weight against his back. Ambrose breathes on a wheeze as she leans over him. “I’d assume you’d be able to do something as simple as that on your own.”

Milene can hear the smile in his voice. “Picking berries is not simple.”

“Putting up with a brat like you isn’t simple either,” she replies dryly, pinching at his ear. “What did I do to deserve this? You’re breaking my heart here, I’ll have to go back to my dingy apartment in Zuzu city to save some face.”

Ambrose stiffens, his back ram-rod straight, his lips pressed into a line when he looks back at her. Milene sits back, the sudden change in atmosphere making her heart rate spike—did she say something wrong?

Milene rests a steadying hand on her chest. Damn this man for making her emotions run all over the place.

His hand flexes and rubs absentmindedly at the denim of his overalls. A nervous tell of his, for what reason he is buzzing with nerves she can’t tell.

“—Ambrose,” she can hear the high pitchy quality in her voice, she cringes inwardly. “You eat a rotten berry or something? What’s up?”

Small steady streams of light filtered through the branches shine on them, Ambrose turns his head back and looks her directly in the eyes.

“Don’t say that,” he says under his breath, Ambrose speaks it like a secret along with a long suffering sigh. Like he’s been hiding the sentiment for a while. “Don’t say that you’ll leave.”

Oh.

Immediately, Milene feels the giddy swing of her stomach, the knotting and unknotting of her gut as giggles slip past her berry-stained lips. Ambrose fixes her with a weak glare, more of a pout if anything.

His posture is significantly more relaxed when he goes to chastise her. “Dude, not funny—”

Milene takes the opportunity to pluck a salmonberry from his hand while his attention is taken away. “Very funny. Hilarious even.”

His frown deepens as she pops the berry in her mouth, but she knows better. The twinkle in his eyes are bright, overwhelmingly so. The sight makes her heart swell and threaten to burst out of her chest. It’s honestly kinda terrifying.

“There’s nothing for me in the city,” she murmurs, pressing her thumb and pointer together, they stick together with berry juice. “I won’t leave, ever.”

Ambrose snorts, bringing two berries into his mouth, his lips stained red along with it. “What if there’s a drought and we lose all our money?”

“Hell no,” Milene entertains his inane imagination. “You wouldn’t survive without me. You’d die of loneliness, or starvation.”

“Gee Milene, you really know how to cheer a guy up.” he deadpans.

“Not trying to cheer you up,” she smirks. “It’s just the plain simple truth.”

He narrows his eyes. “Okay, but what if—”

“No,” she interrupts, waving her hand. Milene tucks her feet closer underneath her, staving off the brunt of the summer heat.

She rests her hand by his side, studying his face intently. The curve of his nose, the slope of his cheeks and the cut of his cheekbones, his eyes—his eyes that glitter and shine like emeralds.

Milene thinks that she can stare into them forever.

“Besides,” she shrugs, “I like to watch you. You’re happy, I’m happy too.”

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[yemmate]

I'm supposed to be writing right now but I want to say something that I tell myself. I hope it helps you too.

Art isn't just a hobby. It can be a job. It's not a perfect job, but it's still a job that makes you happy. Not many other career paths can say that. Warning: This is a tangent post made by an anarchist. If you don't want to read a long novel length ramble about why money is a corrupting construct and capitalism is made to break poor people move along.

I've noticed in my 21 years on this planet, nearing the 22 mark as spring approaches, that jobs are often given a value. If you're a doctor you've got a high quality job because you went to school, got a degree, and get paid a lot. But what about nurses? They work in the same place and went to school for a certification, some a degree as well, but they aren't paid as much and are treated poorly. Why? Well because they're not doctors. They can have the same amount of knowledge, sometimes more depending on who the doctor is, but their job is seen as lower just because of the pay and general view of it in the eyes of society.

Most of the people who will tell you all this and which job is the most valuable and what to go for actually don't know much about the inner workings. Go ahead, ask someone who's told you something like this if they've done much research outside of watching a video on social media and reading random posts without checking the validity behind them.

Another things with doctors, nurses, construction workers, all these jobs everyone tells you to get instead of something you'd actually enjoy is they don't face the fact, or rather they choose to just accept the fact and do nothing about it, that those in charge are gonna kick. you. around. until you give up or give in. Those who give up usually didn't even want the job in the first place. Those who give in always dreamed of this job but once they're in it that blind optimistic veil is torn away.

Zom100 is an anime that opens with a guy going into an office job where he works for a company that produces commercials. He's a writer for the scripts and helps with casting and went in expecting to make tons of friends, meet stars, and even falls for the secretary and wishes to confess to her one day. It starts off all bright and colorful since that's how he views the world in his eyes. After going out drinking with his coworkers after their first day of work is done, everything stops. The happy smiles and attitudes of his employees vanish as they return to work and our protagonist is met with the horrible work grind culture he's walked into. Yet, he stays optimistic in the hopes he can stay strong only to finally break after a year of working at the business. He stumbles home from exhaustion to his now trashed apartment full of garbage bags, trash covering the floors, just looking like a dump because he's to exhausted from working and staying at the office days at a time to be able to clean up.

I love the first episode of Zom100, although only the first episode, because it does a FANTASTIC job at giving a message I live by. "Do not settle for treatment that is less than what you deserve." It shows what happens when you go for the give in option of what I mentioned earlier. If your boss is dumping work on you but not anyone else, call them out. If you're being harassed in the workplace and there is a clear bias because of your gender, race, or anything else, call them out. If your pay is far less than the amount you work, call them out. If they refuse to make any changes despite you having concrete evidence because they will lose the money they have to spare, quit and call them out.

The older folk in my life have told me time and time again that "You work for bad people to pay worse people and then die." (Not a direct quote but it summarizes what they say.) These people come from a time where there was an even worse imbalance in power and they had to give in to live due to the many things going on in the world at that time that made living conditions horrible if you weren't already super rich. It isn't like that anymore though.

The economy and people in power is still messed up yes we need to work on that but that isn't what this post is about.

Glitch Studios is an animation studio aiming to give independent animation a place to shine and has been doing so with MASSIVE success. It's thanks to them that indie work is finally getting looked at by bigger studios. Personally, I see this as a sign that art is finally getting a more proper place in the general view of society as a proper career path. Only issue is it's focused on animation.

I'm not an animator, I'm a writer and lover of comics. Would I want some of my stuff adapted into animation? By fans out of love for the works, yes, as an official adaptation for profit? No.

It's not a smart move marketing wise or profit wise but that's the thing. I'm not some old white guy sitting on a throne of gold bars in a big evil company business building, I'm a 20 something at a desk in a dusty apartment room surrounded by goofy posters and plushies. I don't care about money, I care about making things I and others love. I think that's what people have forgotten recently when it comes to working in this world. You can work and work and work and pay rent and be able to buy that new outfit to wear at your family gathering to show off but how long will you be happy from that? Small moments of joy is fine and treating yourself is fine too, but what do you do to make yourself happy while still fulfilling a purpose? Do you feel like you fulfill a purpose? What did you want to do, not need to do.

Working retail is seen as your go to starter job or just what you go to when you need to pay the bills. It's not a shameful thing to do, nor is any job when you just need an income for necessities. But, what if that's what you want to do? You don't want a giant house, you don't want a fancy car, you don't want Gucci clothes, you enjoy the simple job and lifestyle. That's fine. No matter if your parents say you're throwing away your potential, no matter if the world says you need to run a company, no matter what people say it is okay to have simple goals and a simple life.

Minimalism is the practice of only having what you need for what you want to do. This is the video that first got me thinking about it.

It's something I think people need to be taught about more. Now I'm not saying you shouldn't go and sell off everything you own, but maybe at least think "Do I really need a $200 phone from a popular brand that doesn't even come with a charger? Do I need it? What parts of it validate the cost?"

Now here is how this all ties back to my overall message with this tangent.

I want to make indie comics because it makes me happy. It makes my friends who have helped me shaped the stories, characters, and everything else happy. And, overall, I hope it makes others happy too. Not to mention, I can't exactly think about signing up with some popular publishing company because of how loudly of an anarchist I am and how diverse I make my work.

Why I'm making this post is because I want to get you thinking about this too. Are you happy with whatever job you have right now? Are you fairly treated? Is this what you want? Are you brainwashed by societal norms made by the big companies that you need whatever big and fancy phone or computer set up you're reading this on? If you said no to any of this I suggest looking into your own personal rights as a human being and standing up for yourself, think about forming a union if need be. If your issue is with buying expensive things you don't even need feel free to trade them in or sell them and get what you need and can be happy with while having extra money left over.

Remember, you don't need to be make a billion dollars each week to be successful. Happiness is from what you do and what makes you happy, not your bank account amount or how many bedrooms you have in a mansion. Most of all, happiness is what you choose to make it not what some old jerks who think Trump is a sane man say it is.

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