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sheeluvsme · 11 months

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Let’s talk about how price is literally husband material …

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE HEAD CANNONS 🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️🙋🏻‍♀️ I love this man sm …. I normally hate facial hair on a guy BUT GOD DAYM COD MEN PULL THAT SHIT OFF..

Mix of sfw and nsfw blurbs bc I’m a silly guy. I really enjoy writing this shit bc I literally will be kicking my feet twirling my hair .. ( warning fem body parts used!) as I write this shit LMAOO enjoy!!! Ps. Not proof read..I wrote this at like 4 in the morning

He literally is so good to you , you can’t even be like mad at him over ANYTHING.

There was a time he accidentally dropped his cigar and it caught the bare skin of your leg AND HE FELT SO BADDDDD

He literally can not stand the thought of you being hurt..

He DEF SENDS CARE PACKAGES WHEN HES OUT FOR MONTHS AT A TIME

Being gone for so long he always takes a shirt of yours DRENCHED in your most used perfume so when he sleeps he can trick his brain into thinking your there.

He would be a king of taking care of your son your period!!!

Your sitting there curled up trying to not wake him up but you are just in so much pain :// and his ass senses it through his slumber?:!:?:?

“ you alright love?” He mutters into your shoulder. GOD HIS MORNING VOICE IS HOT. He woke up from feeling you tense up and sigh and whine quietly from the pain. “ yeah. Just my period.” You mumble into your pillow. He carefully pulls his arm around you , “ where” he asks. “ what-?” You ask confused. “ where is it cramping now love? I’ll massage it for you.” He whispered. You can’t help but swoon because you got the best husband in the WORLD “it’s my stomach right now-“ and immediately he takes his hand rubbing your stomach. The pain is suddenly being soothed and you can finally un-tense. “ theree you go love. I got you.” He kisses your shoulder softly. “ I’ll stay like this for a bit and then ill grab your heating blanket and a cup of tea hm? “ you feel him smile against your shoulder.

He’s very caring towards you but let’s not forget how you treat him like royalty fr

He always comes back with SOMETHING wrong with his back , and he whines about it to you every time so you’ll massage his back for him. He always wins you over.

He thinks he’s def undeserving of you, your so sweet to him! He’s not used to women liking him just because you love him as a person himself. He’s had past girlfriends that just liked him for money benefits. Not you though, you literally freak out when he spends WAY too much on you “ John price!?— how much was this necklace??” And he always smiles and says “ don’t worry about it. “ he has learned lots of money saving tricks from you , he calls you a penny pincher LMAOO, he thinks it’s cute though you worry about him spending to much money like he doesn’t got enough.

He absolutely adores when you wear his hat , he thinks your the cutest thing on planet earth but dear god he’d never let you near any of the shit he does😭

You get along with 141 pretty well and it makes price really happy.

You’ve all been to the bar numerous of times and he likes watching you and soap bicker about stupid shit “ you..you eat lamb stomach?” “ ITS CALLED HAGGIS AND ITS GOOD!!”

Ghost and price giggling in the background.

They know how much you mean to there captain so they also would do anything to protect you

Your at a bar with them and some guy try’s talking to you and grabs your shoulder THEN HE JUST SEES A BUNCH OF TALL ASS GUYS GLARING HIM DOWN LMAOO let’s hope Buddy wore brown pants 🙏🏻

NSFW !!

Price lovesssssss eating you out , LITERALLY ANYWHERE IN YOUR FUCKING HOUSE. Especially if you had a shitty day at work , your in the shower trying to rinse off the day and suddenly you feel your not alone anymore..

Manz lifts you up on HIS SHOULDERS SO HE CAN EAT YOU OUT

He’s more dominant but he doesn’t mind you taking lead AT ALL

Man goes insane when you ride him

He can’t sleep , but you know he needs to. He hasn’t been sleeping much sense his last mission, he’s clearly stressed. Your hugging him..hugging turns to kissing. Kissing turns to groping, and then it turns to you ontop of him grinding against his bulge. “ fuck..let me take care of you, yeah?” You simply shake your head “ no captain. It’s time I take care of you.” He can’t deny your request when you look heavenly ontop of him. Helping each other slip off each other’s clothes, he loves looking at your tits , he finds how they feel so nice in his hands. He can’t help but grunt when you sit down on him and slowly begin to move your hips. His hands are gripped TIGHTLY against your hips. He can’t stop himself from using his hands to help move you and fuck you , he wants to be able to hit the deepest parts of you because honestly he fantasizes about getting your pregnant. He loves shooting a full load in you and praying you get pregnant, be there to take care of you , and most Importantly get to see a little baby made by you and him!!! Makes him go nuts , that’s why you and him fuck way too much around your cycle.

He is BIG into photos and videos of you.

He records videos of him fucking you and then watch them while he’s away, or he’ll take pictures to look at when he feels lonely on a trip!!!

He keeps a nude picture of you in his wallet ;)) soap was traumatized when price asked him to get something out his wallet and he found something HE DID NOT WANT TO SEE , soap has you and him down in his phone as ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ seeing that was horrific for him 😭😭

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kentopedia · 6 months

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How do you think Nanami would take care of his gf/wife when she's on her period?

omg THIS REQUEST <3 i think about him every time im on my period bc i just know he would be the very best :(

kento is (of course) a knowledgable man when it comes to this ! he thinks it's ridiculous when men get uncomfortable or awkward about periods. he will encourage conversations about it, because he likes to understand how you're feeling and what you need from him !

when you've been together for long enough, he definitely reaches a point where he knows when your period is going to come. he is super observation of all the little changes in the way you act, even if you aren't very good about tracking <3

and he is so prepared ! if you're on your period or close to it, he'll carry a couple tampons in his pocket just in case you accidentally forget :,)

if you have pretty bad mood swings, he is obviously not judgmental at all! he is so so patient with you, because it's not your fault your hormones are all mixed up, and you're crying to him for no reason in the middle of the day :(

he is definitely the husband/bf that knows if you prefer pads or tampons, which brand you like, etc, ! and he will alwaysss go pick them up for you if you ask. he's a mature man

and he'll spoil you a little more than usual for sure. especially if you (like me) get more depressed or anxious right before your period.

he'll pick you up flowers, cook you dinner, buy you some little gifts just to cheer you up

even if that makes you cry ten times harder

and he sends you the sweetest little messages throughout the day just checking up on you: asking if your cramps are super bad, if you're feeling better, little i love you's, things like that !

he always wants to know if there's anything he can do to help you out. and even if you're the type to insist you'll be fine, he just wants you to know that you can lean on him if you need to.

during your period, if you get home after a long day very fatigued, he'll rub your back and massage any part of your body that hurts

ooh he loves taking a nice hot shower or bath with you too to help your pain

if it's sometimes hard for you to work up an appetite during your period, kento would be super conscious of that. he notices immediately, and wants to make sure you're taking care of yourself and your body!

& of course, he'll get you pain killers and heating pads to help your cramps !

he loves when you lay curled into him, partially on his chest so he can rub your stomach. the feeling of his warm hand pressing soothing circles into your skin is better than a heating pad anyway

if you get super fatigued during your period, kento really really doesn't mind picking up some of the chores around the house for a few extra days.

honestly, whatever you need, kento is willing to provide for you! if you just want some space, he'll let you have that too. he just really wants you to communicate your needs, that is so important to him

NSFW BELOW

just for the record.

if its something that will help your cramps go away, kento does not mind period sex at alll

he's a sorcerer, he has seen his fair share of blood, has cleaned up plenty of wounds, he doesn't get queasy or weird about it.

and he loves you so so much, he hates seeing you in pain :( he'll do anything he can to help, especially if he gets some enjoyment out of it too hehe

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simpjaes · 4 months

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HIIIIOOOOO ;_^_;

I’m on my period dreaming abt Jaykeeeeeee as the number 1 Jaykeeee whore I thought I’d let you know I can’t stop picturing Jayke so obsessed with their girl they even eat her out on her period ;O

Don’t hate meeeee oymygod I love you smmmmmm ;’~D heartttuuuu<333333!!!!!

oomf all you had to do was say "saltburn jayke" but you rly went full out cotton candy slut mode with this but okay ily i guess

warnings: period munching, if you can't deal with blood don't read this bc it's a mess but they like it so............

It's a thing.

These days anyway. Then again, you probably shouldn't be surprised considering you've managed to bag two boyfriends who love you to the end of the earth and back.

It's the fact that they don't even compete. They actually contrast each other, where one may be too tired and the other is full of energy. Or one rough, the other too soft to lay a hand on you in a way that might sting.

It's kind of nice.

Especially during your period.

For months, every month, they try to encourage you. They're not grossed out. They're just your happy, pretty boyfriends, wanting nothing more than to taste another sweet flavor of you.

You could argue this flavor isn't nearly as sweet as they hope it to be, but it doesn't change the fact that they're the only one to make you feel safe and comfortable enough to allow such a thing.

It always started with Jake, rutting himself against you despite knowing what time of the month it is. Leaving little sighs of "please," and "blood doesn't scare me, it'll help your cramps." Followed shortly by Jay just behind you, hugging you away from Jake unemotionally just so you can feel how turned on he is. "He's right, baby, we can lay down a towel? Get in the shower?" You always denied it, up until this point anyway. Where Jake is already crawling between your legs where Jay is holding them open. You feel gross, but they don't entirely let you give in to that insecurity. The point is, you were okay with them fucking you like this, not tasting it.

They both seemed to be on a war path though. The second you nodded Jake was on his knees and Jay was jumping into action to give his girlfriend's boyfriend easy access. It's the fact that Jake likes it. Dips in like there's nothing seeping out of you but the sweet essence of arousal. Arguably, you'd think whatever it is he's tasting is much thicker than usual. Much more metallic.

But oh, when he pulls back with that drunken and crooked smile on his face, lips lined with red, dripping down his chin, you find it hard not to hide your face initially.

He looked so beautiful. Jay made sure you could see it, gently removing your arms with his own smile, flicking his head back to Jake as if he couldn't wait his own turn.

"Come on, he loves it. Don't be embarrassed." Jay says, voice seeped with ease and arousal. And Jake would remain silent, licking his lips, thumbing the blood against his chin up and against that same already bloodied tongue before Jay moves down and makes room for himself. Spreading your legs impossibly wide, Jay appears far more eager after seeing Jake enjoy himself with each and every scent and flavor of you. Licking up the blood like he was truly born a vampire. Like the blood fills him with life and youth. It kind of fucks you up, really, watching them take turns dip in as if you're not an absolute cramping mess before them, but they take their time.

All the way until your muscles are forced to tense, and then relax, and tense again, and relax again. The mixture of blood and cum shared between both of them to the point all they can do is moan into each other's mouth, both aiming at your clit in a mess of warmth. Feeling two tongues in the same spot has always been a lot to take in, but all of it paired with everything else, along with seeing that pretty red contrast with their moaning mouths, on the tips of their noses, smeared against their chins? What's not to love about mother nature at this point?

#hardthots #enhypen smut #jake smut #jay smut #THIS IS............#ask #anon

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barzysunflower · 9 months

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NYC, Mat Barazl

You’re first vacation together. You’re nervous because you don’t like to fly. However, Mat doesn’t know this bc you’ve never flown together. You start to panic at take off ( you can go from there) you eventually make it your destination (somewhere tropical) and then you can go into as much or little detail as you would like. I hope this makes sense.

tysm for the request! I actually also am terrified to fly and one time this old lady next to me held my hand for takeoff and landing and it was super sweet!

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come along the world trip

📍bali, indonesia with mat barzal

"At this moment, we'd like to invite the first class and business class passengers to board the aircraft." Your boyfriend next to you stood, collecting his things. You couldn't stand up, nervously looking around the airport and out the window at the other airplanes in the sky. You hated flying. You didn't do it often and the few other times you did you always had panic attacks. The idea of being suspended in the air and having no control left you panicked the entire time and once turbulence were added, all you wanted to do was run.

"Babe, that's us," Mat said, waving a hand in front of you to get your attention. "I don't get to take a vacation often but when I do, I do it right."

You snapped out of your panicking and gave a small laugh while gathering your things. "Still asleep?," he asked jokingly, to which you nodded. You had to get up very early to leave for the airport and catch your flight and due to your discomfort about flying, you had barely slept that night.

You were able to board quickly and get comfortable in your extra specious seats. Maybe with this extra room you wouldn't feel as cramped and scared.

"You okay?," Mat asked after a while and leaned over his seat ledge to see you better, when he noticed your leg shaking and that you barley answered him in the last few minutes.

"Yeah!" You tried to sound enthusiastic, but failed. "I'm just excited."

"Me, too." He kissed you. "Sand, sun, ocean, you in a bikini. Yeah, this is gonna be good."

You had no doubt about that. It was just getting to Bali that freaked you out and made you consider staying home. But it was your first vacation with him and the pictures you had seen of Bali looked absolutely amazing, so you just had to bite the bullet. Everything would be fine.

Once everyone was on board, it was finally time to leave. Your heartbeat increased dramatically when the plane started moving. Your hands gripped together tightly and your eyes shut tightly, too, turned away from your boyfriend. But that didn't stop him from noticing something was wrong.

"Hey!" He leaned over to your side again and placed his big hand on top of both of yours that were pulling at each other. "What's wrong?"

You couldn't ignore him any longer, so you turned to face him reluctantly. "I hate flying." Your voice was barely a whisper, hating to admit your fear.

"Oh, love." He tried to figure out how to pull you into his arms, but the first class seats were not designed for that. So he settled for his other hand that gently curled around the side of your face and caressed your cheek. "Why didn't you tell me?" You shrugged and in that moment the plane started speeding up, getting enough speed to take off. You shut your eyes again and your entire body went rigid. "It's ok. You're ok." He was able to kiss your forehead before being pushed back into his own seat. His hands stilled cradled you, definitely helping you get through it and once the plane settled in the air you could feel your heartbeat slow a bit.

"Better?" You slowly opened your eyes and looked directly into his green ones. You had fallen in love with them the first time you saw them and were amazed at how well they could calm you. You nodded, actually meaning it as your body began to relax a bit. As long as you didn't look out the window or there wouldn't be any turbulence, you could do this.

"Why didn't you tell me?," he asked again, gently. "We could have gone somewhere else that doesn't require flying or at least somewhere we wouldn't have to take multiple planes and fly for a day."

"No, it's ok. I have to get over this fear. And you got so excited talking about Bali, I didn't want to say no. I wanna go on this trip with you." He smiled when you did and softly placed his lips on yours.

"I love you. But next time please tell me about something big like this." You both laughed. "Honestly, we could have just gone down to Florida. Or even stayed on Long Island. They have beaches there I could see you walking around in a bikini in. That's all I need." You rolled your eyes.

"I promise. I want to see the wolf with you, though. Just don't let go of my hand." And he didn't. For the entirety of the flight, minus meal time, he held on to your hand and even when he dozed off he squeezed it every once in a while, letting you know that everything was going to be alright and that he was always by your side.

The rest of your travels wasn't any different. Takeoff and landing were still hard for you, but the actual flight was fairly smooth. You had a good book with you and the movie selection was great so there were a lot of distractions. Mat also kept you occupied and distracted which you were very thankful for. However, the flying anxiety prevented you from sleeping all day, even during your layover you barely slept a couple of hours. So when you finally, finally, made it to your private little villa right on the water, you crashed in bed almost immediately. You slept for hours and hours, now that the anxiety was gone and when you woke up, you felt like a brand new person.

"Morning, sleepy head." Mat, shirtless by the way, saw you stretch from outside and came walking into the bedroom. He climbed on the bed and laid down right on top of you. His lips started wandering along your cheeks and neck. "Sleep good?"

You nodded and rubbed your eyes again. "What time is it?"

"Almost six. At night." He grinned. If you remembered correctly you had gotten there at eight in the morning. "But I didn't want to wake you. You really needed the sleep."

Your arms wrapped around him, pulling him in first for a kiss and then a hug. Wordlessly, you stayed in bed like this for a while until you had woken up enough.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." Your little villa was part of a resort so Mat ordered room service and while you waited you took a little tour of the place and changed into a new outfit. It was basically one open room, which half walls separating the bathroom from the bedroom and from the living area with a small kitchen. On the deck was an outdoor shower, another sitting area and of course the pool from which you could jump right into the ocean.

"This is so beautiful." You we're standing on the deck looking out into the ocean where the sun was slowly starting to set. You leaned into your boyfriend who came to stand behind you and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Worth the travel and flying?"

"Absolutely." He kissed your cheek and enjoyed the peaceful moment between the two of you.

After your meal, Mat practically changed you into your bikini himself and then carried you into the pool. The hot tub definitely got used a bit more though and that outdoor shower also got its first use of your stay...

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lnfours · 9 months

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From your Prompt 47 , 52 and 67 !!!!!

just some pure fluff with roommate, kinda friends to lovers!tom 😩 also bc i’m on my period rn for the first time in months and it sucks i hate birth control.

#47: “you’re cute when you’re angry”

#52: “can we cuddle?”

#67: “stop being so cute”

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you had moved in with the boys about a year or so ago. they were looking for another housemate, and your pre-existing friendship with them just made everything fall into place.

however, you didn’t really know what you were signing up for. of course, there was the usual occasion of stealing someone else’s food or using someone else’s mug when they made tea, but this was a whole new level.

they had raided your side of the pantry and stole your secret stash of chocolate. the one you kept on hand for… emergencies.

and right now, you really were craving a snickers bar. but alas, they were all gone.

you stormed into the living room with the empty container in hand. the boys turned white at your angry expression.

“what the hell?!”

everyone pointed at one another, trying to pin the blame on someone else. your gaze shifted to tom.

“you were the only one i told about the secret stash,” you said, “you’re such a blabbermouth!”

everyone else stifled laughs as tom softly chuckled, “i’m sorry. did you want me to run to the store and get some more?”

you huffed, dropping your arms in defeat, “no. just.. don’t touch my stuff!”

everyone nodded, mentally taking note not to mess with your chocolate stash ever again. you made your way up to your room, crawling back into bed with your heating pad. after a good 20 minutes or so, there was a soft knock on your door.

“come in,” you mumbled, pausing the tv. you sat up when tom opened the door, a small plastic bag in one hand and in the other was one of his mugs, steam pouring from the top.

“i come bearing gifts,” he said, setting the bag on the bed and placing the mug on the coaster that sat on top of the nightstand, “as an apology.”

you looked over at the mug, picking it up and giving it a whiff. you looked up at him, “peppermint tea?”

he shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed, “i read that peppermint helps with cramps, and i saw you chase some midol down with your coffee this morning so…”

you nodded, taking a small sip, “thanks.”

he nodded back at you, dumping the plastic bag onto the bed, “i also, uhm, got you a bunch of chocolate. i know you had snickers and kit kats in there, but i couldn’t remember what else so i just got a little bit of everything.”

you smiled, “thank you, tom. you really didn’t have to, i could’ve grabbed some more tomorrow when i go out.”

“i know i’ve always said that you’re cute when you’re angry,” he smiled, “but you also get a little bit scary.”

you laughed, “sorry.”

“don’t apologize, i shouldn’t have told the others where your stuff was,” he smiled, looking over at the tv, “halloweentown? you know it’s almost the beginning of august, right?”

you nodded, “just getting in the spirit.”

he nodded towards the pillows, “scoot,”

you made room for him on the bed, him joining you under the covers.

“can we cuddle?” you asked softly, grabbing the remote to unpause the movie. he smiled brightly back at you, lifting his arm up as you nuzzled into his side. he grabbed the heating pad, wrapping it around your waist as you laid your head on his chest.

“better?”

you nodded, “much. thank you.”

he played with your hair gently as you watched the movie. it wasn’t an unusual thing for the two of you to do. over the last couple months you found yourselves staying in each others rooms, cuddling more, and just overall not wanting to be without the other.

he was falling for you. and you were falling for him, too.

your eyelids were getting heavy as he drew circles softly onto your arm with his thumb. he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, your eyes opening as you turned to look over at him.

“hmm?” you hummed in question.

“go to sleep, love. it’s okay.”

you sighed contently, “stay with me?”

his heart burst at your question, “if you stop being so cute.”

“but that’s why you like me,” you mumbled against the material of his shirt. he chuckled softly, “because i’m cute.”

he nodded, his lips pressing against the top of your head, “you’re right, love. you’re exactly right.”

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ghostcathedrals · 5 months

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daddy issues toji whom you've bought lunch for because apparently him asking you to buy him lunch wasn't a joke. by a weird coincidence, you crossed the street when you saw him on your way to eat lunch during your 3-hour free time before your next class and then ofc he wouldn't reject your offer bc hey free food

the restaurant you're eating at has mostly glass pane for walls, so you have enough natural light when you study after eating. your table is big enough so it's not cramped when you're eating and studying. he steals your textbook away from your grasp bc apparently you look weird staring at your book while studying and your posture is very depressing. he's scooping food for himself while skimming through the semi-glossy pages of your textbook because he isnt that interested in reading all that shit in a ridiculously small font.

you finish eating ahead of him. "dunno why i'm still reading thick books like that when i'll amount to nothing anyway."

"you will amount to something."

"i won't."

"then you won't," he bluntly replies, skimming through your notes because somehow it's entertaining to him why you also write in ridiculously small font. "pessimism got me nowhere. besides, you're still reading this dumb book with small font. if you won't amount to nothing then you would've decided to drop out."

touché. perhaps his experience told him that. and maybe while you're still there, you shouldn't waste your opportunity like him. but he doesn't regret dropping out, it's just that his life path now would be extremely different from before. what he said rendered you silent.

but then he shuts your notebook and takes his last sip from the glass of cold water next to his empty plates. then stands up. "gotta go kid. gotta fix cars of ungrateful rich people." you look up at him, slightly dumbfounded, because you don't want him to leave so soon. you don't want to be alone for the next 1.5 hours. you guys barely talked because you were both busy eating. but you also know he has a life and you don't know him enough to demand more time with him.

what you do remember is this:

you asked him his age. "twenty-seven." you tell yours. "twenty-two."

the university he dropped out from is your university now. he didn't say anything but he did say his family hated him for dropping out esp because he's got potential and his father is current big boss of their family's business. since then, they never cared about him anymore. that's all he said and continued eating.

you asked why he's a fushiguro now and not a zen'in. he shrugged. "for the vibes." but that also meant because he didn't want to be associated with them anymore.

there's also this:

"my father left me because he said he's tired of playing the father figure as if our entire life was just a sitcom to him that he could just exit from," you told him.

he flipped a page, not looking up to face you. "i didn't ask."

rude?! you frowned. "excuse me?"

toji then looked up and even if it was merely just eye contact, you felt your gut twist. "i didn't ask you to say that type of stuff. it's personal and we barely know each other."

"you told me about your family," you retorted.

he scoffed. "because i have a habit of talking shit about them. 'bit refreshing." then he leaned back on his chair, hands on the back of his head. "and i don't care about whatever you'll do with that information."

"then that goes with my decision to open up, too."

he pressed his lips together for a brief moment and lean back closer to the table. "you're wasting your time. i dont give a fuck about what will happen about me if i share that much. you've still something for you, kid. don't trust strangers too much."

"you're not a stranger to me anymore."

"yeah?" he sarcastically smiles. "and what if i steal your shit when you go to the restroom and sell them online?"

you crossed your arms. "then i'll go to the restroom." you did without a second thought and didn't even let him react. you put your hands on the corners of the sink nervously. if he would steal your shit, then goddammit. but you were too tired for anything. same old academic burden, same old messy apartment. same old deadbeat father, same old careless mother.

with all the courage you had left, you went out of the restroom, only to see none of your shit taken and he's just reading your notes. "you can't just test someone's vanity like that, kid."

"if you're gonna be a fucking scum then, can't you just do it now just like every pther guy, just like my father?"

and before he stood up to refill his water, he replied with, "don't have the evil to do that to you, kid. i'd be fine with getting free food from you when you cry like a baby in the middle of the night."

and now he's leaving.

"do you wanna hang out again some other time?"

since he's standing up and you're sitting down. he looks down at you and ruffles your hair. "you don't deserve that. go back to your campus and study there."

as he exits the restaurant, you bite your lip in slight frustration. "he can't tell me what i deserve and what i don't."

this is gonna be a whole ass series atp.... would anybody be interested with a playlist for this

#jujutsu kaisen #toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji headcanons #toji zenin #fushiguro toji #daddy issues #the neighbourhood

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pupkashi · 1 year

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Some drabble ideas cause why not :

- His s/o buying super expensive stuff for Satoru

- Imagine how he would react the first time you call him by pet name (or surname like 'Toru or 'Ru🥰🥺)

- Taking a nape w him

- How he would react the first time he sees u on ur periods, and how he'll treats you

- Where he likes to being kissed/touched

All these for Gojo cause we'll never have enough of him (and I love the way you write him<3)

anon u are an absolute genius ✍🏼✍🏼✍🏼 also I’m in tears bc of ur compliment i am gonna print this and hang it on a wall <3 also got a bit carried away w some of these 🤭

okay but 1) he would definitely love whatever u get him but scold you because he wants you to save ur money and spend it on urself but on the inside he is cheering and giddy because omg did you save up for a gift just for him :’ ))

rest are under the cut <3

2) i think he’d freeze a bit when you first call him toru and just drop everything and look u in the eye and make you say it again because his heart just burst and the only way he’d continue to live is hearing u say that again, after that he doesn’t respond to gojo coming from you anymore sometimes he’ll even ignore you calling him satoru because he wants you to call him ‘toru or the pet names you call him like angel, honey or sweetheart (which started because you said he eats so much sweets his heart might as well be a conversation heart)

3) i headcanon that satoru is the worst to nap with and i will die on that hill,, he will spend the entire time you’re supposed to be napping giggling and being overly affectionate, then when you say you have to go do whatever it is you gotta do he pulls you down and says ‘really this time’ so u set a timer and then when the timer goes off he just shuts it off and coaxes u back to sleep until you wake up naturally two or three hours later and his excuse is “how am i supposed to live myself knowing my lover is tired? you need rest I’m doing you a favor <;3”

4) not the best when he first finds out ngl 😭 i feel like he’d be weary around you at first because doesn’t wanna put you in a bad mood but then you cry because you think hated you and then as time goes on he figures out when to be clingy and when to give you space ,,, will buy you those plushies that you can heat up from cramps and lots and lots of pain killers ,, will make you tea to help with cramps ‘i saw a video saying this tea with honey is really good for cramps so i made you some :3’ ,, definitely indulges allllllll of your cravings especially those that also satiate his sweet tooth ,, overall very caring and i will def make a headcanon abt this on its own 😭😭

5) i am a firm believer that gojo loves, adores even, nose kisses !!!! a small smile on his face and he has to stop himself from practically squealing when you lean over and press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose <333 >.< loves when you kiss his forehead too or his knuckles when they’re a little red or bruised after a bad fight, specially after you’ve just finished wiping the blood away and wrapping them :((( ,,, he loves when you touch / play with the hair at the nape of his neck, he just feels so close to you and so relaxed and god he never wants to leave your arms </3 also loves when you scratch his back before going to sleep or when you squeeze his thigh when he’s sitting next to you also secretly loves when u smack his butt when he’s bent over doing or getting something but he will never tell u that ,, loves loves loves !!! when you touch his abs or chest,, his confidence will just shoot through the roof when your hands begin wandering down his abdomen during a make out or cuddle session, never failing to smirk and say ‘like what you feel’ to which you’d either indulge him or scoff and roll your eyes, pulling your hand away only for him to whine and put your hand back saying ‘okay okay I’m sorry please don’t stop’ ,,,, lord have mercy

#we just got a letter #send in more stuff plz plz !!#drabbles <3 #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru imagine #gojo drabble #gojo satoru drabble

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ghoulangerlee · 3 months

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Ohhhhh my god I feel you on this whole bc shot thing. I've been on it for a little over two years because I'm trans and getting my period was so bad for my emotional wellbeing I had to do something. I didn't wand an IUD, and I forget to take my medication a lot so the pill wasn't ideal. I was told by two different obgyns that they wouldn't consider removing the uterus becsuse at the time I was only 21 and ""What if you chsnge your mind!!!"" 🙄🙄🙄🙄 so I really dint have a whole lot of options.

On one hand I like not having to worry about the whole thing for 10/11 weeks at a time but on the other hand I also really like not having feeble bones! I've been taking calcium supplements but the pills are huge and I worry it isn't covering the issue entirely. I don't get enough calcium to begin with becsuse I can't drink milk and stuff, so I worry that it's a bandage on a knife wound so to speak.

Last time I was at the clinic for my shot I raised the issue again and the doctor there was like "wait you're literally trans and have no plans for children why the hell don't we just get rid of it????" And I'm just sitting there like why the fuck did the last two people I see not give me this option!?

Anyways I need to discuss the idea more with her but oh oh to get this fucking thing out of me....oh to dream....

Sorry rambling in your asks but this sucks and I sure hope we both get the cool fun and fresh resolution :)

oh my god anon, i feel you. i've been on it for...almost 5 years now? I think around August 2019 is when I started it finally. It was unfortunately the only option we could find for me. I actually can't have any bc that has actual estrogen in it because of my high blood pressure and the family history of blood clots. And like, at first it was fine and dandy! I was okay with it because after 7 weeks of a heavy cycle I was so exhausted and just ready for it to be over. And it's been gone! pretty regularly for the last several years.

Sometimes if I'm incredibly stressed it will sneak up on me but it's like, leagues better than it was. Max 3 days and barely anything at all. So, very manageable for someone who y'know. had it much worse (to the point it would cause my iron to drop significantly all the time).

I hate obgyns who refuse to do things because "you might regret it later on" like, no actually I think I'll regret having this thing inside my body I don't intend to use and having to stay on the shot for the rest of my life. I'm in a same-sex relationship, I don't ever intend to physically carry a child, I just want the thing gone lmao. I've told obgyns that in the past and yet they still insisted on telling me that I might "regret" it.

So, my surgeon did mention that viactiv is a good supplement, which is apparently a chocolate calcium chew haha. My biggest concern is that I have osteoarthritis and being over 30 now, my bone density doesn't come back as fast as it does for someone in their 20s. My doctor is also concerned about it too. I mean like also the weight gain is terrible too, like holy shit it's been the worst (strong ass bc, strong ass side effects I GUESS)

THOUGH APPARENTLY there is a bone density therapy that they can do which will help with keeping your bones strong. I didn't know about it and no one ever thought to mention it to me when they started talking about my bone density lmao. Normal Calcium supplements make me extremely nauseous and I can't take them, so I just stopped lmao.

And I think from there, that's when I sort of decided I wanted to look into getting rid of my uterus for good. Like, I don't plan to have kids, I don't need it. Why should I continue this shot, why should I keep putting myself through this.

Also, idk if you've experienced it, or if its just because I been on it for so long or if it's something else entirely, but in place of the period I just get cramps :) really bad ones :) it's great and what I've always wanted from bc haha.

honestly that's a good doctor, why haven't they suggested it sooner? Literally the surgeon I'm seeing is, ironically, the first obgyn I saw when I switched insurances and go to where I go now, and from the beginning she was like "you're in a monogamous same-sex relationship whenever you want the surgery we can just take care of that" and idk I wasn't in the right place then, I think, to consider it.

yeah it's a long process from my understanding, we're building a case right now, as my surgeon called it, gonna have some imaging stuff done, a few more tests and then we'll set the date and just. remove it. thankfully, no early menopause for me (ironically the One Thing i was most worried about?? I don't know, I've got so much going on, I didn't want to even consider dealing with menopause bc guess what the treatment for that is-- the same damn shot I'm trying to escape lmao) ANON!!! I wish the best for both of us!!! Let me know how things go!! (if you're comfortable!!)

#menstruation tw #anon asks #anon you never gotta apologize for rambling in my asks pls know that im always here to talk <3 #i am dealing with the same thing you are it seems (the hell shot)#weight tw

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malleablemindrotting · 2 years

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kuroken domestic life genderbent headcanons i have. pt1

Assuming that they get past all that dutiful “my childhood friend i don’t wanna ruin this relationship” complex, and the endless pining. they probably move in together with ROMANTIC INTENT. but id like to differentiate what i believe to be domestic life before romantic intent and after. bc we all know damn well they’d probably be “just roomates” before getting their heads out of their asses and admitting to sickening love.

JUST ROOMATES:

in regards to clothes

kenma would sneak into kuroos room with the gal pal excuse of borrowing some comfy clothes w/the excuse of being too lazy to do laundry but she obv just wanted kuroos lovely perfume scent (they already use the same detergent)

kuroo is designated laundry doer in the house bc kenma doesn’t like folding. takes too much time. and she always forgets the clothes r in the dryer so they get wrinkly unless kuroo remembered. so that task was passed off to her! but to the point: kuroo likes to wash their clothes together not only to save time and money or wtv, but bc she likes the idea of them smelling the same.

when either of them had their periods, they prob had bad, but different symptoms

kenma had the migraines. the bad headaches. which sucked!!! bc her video games and streaming. but kuroo sees it EVERY TIME as the opportunity for her bestie to get some needed rest. she always worried but in this time she knows kenma can’t refuse sleep or no screen time— she’s in too much pain to have much of a choice rlly. so kuroo always cooks and brings her water and painkillers makes sure kenmas room is rlly dark or dimly lit. also. she thinks kenma is rlly cute when she’s so needy and sorta useless. bc kenma is usually so stubbornly independent— DESPITE kuroos best efforts to just take care of her.

kuroo has CRAMPS. rlly bad ones. she hates it bc she can’t move around like she so very much enjoys. and cramps r a bitch. she also gets rlly bad food cravings. kenma isn’t as diligent as kuroo is in assuming a caretaker role. but she knows kuroo hates the periods of cramping. so she buys her the best heat pads and chocolates and fastest delivery service her streaming riches can buy. she spoils kuroo so MUCH. and she chalks it all up to “you’re my best friend you deserve the best”

but in reality they just rlly wanna cuddle their way thru it all. the most they can do without gay panic tho is watching each other with fond smiles as the other sleeps. and brushing away hair out of each others faces bc they’re too tired to do such simple things when in such period pain.

plus both r really diligent in taking care of the others like… self care routines. bc with these periods putting them out of commission. they need the help. kuroo is diligent in brushing kenmas hair out and applying chapstick to her chapped, picked lips. while kenma will rub lotion into kuroos calloused hands. both from old volleyball days, and from JVA paperwork paper cuts. also kenma has bought kuroo a silk pillowcase in attempts of bringing down the bed head. it did not work.

grocery shopping

kuroo forces kenma to go grocery shopping with her. and not bc she wants her to like get out of the house or wtv, but bc she thinks it’s funny when kenma sees something new she’ll want to try. here’s what happens. kenma always picks it up, her eyes widen in interest, and she pauses, squinting at the item, before placing it back down. even tho kenma makes RICHES. she’s kinda stingy on spending for herself. she just doesn’t see the point unless it’s like a video game. simple things like new snacks don’t rlly matter to her. so she always puts it back bc it’s not worth trying something she might not like. kuroo always picks it up and puts it in the shopping cart after.

cooking

contrary to a lot of content i’ve seen. i think kenma probably does know how to cook. she just doesn’t ENJOY cooking. it’s inconvenient. oil splatters, the clean up, the prep.. she knows she needs to be fed and before she got bank she needed to keep herself fed somehow. and she got bored of instant shit all the time. so she learned to cook certain dishes. but after her and kuroo moved in together, kuroo started doing some cooking too. like lots of roomates, they’d cook together or split the week up in who would take what day for meal responsibilities.

kenma always thought kuroo looked unnecessarily attractive when she had her apron on and her sleeves rolled up. she looked like she could be a wife. which is THE real reason she tried to make kuroo cook more. not bc she couldn’t cook.

meanwhile kuroo just liked the idea of providing for kenma and felt happy knowing her best friend could sit there and not be anxious over any food. (in my head, kenma actually has some severe food allergies. and having to ask in public restaurants abt cross contamination is exhausting so cooking at home is honestly easier)

watching movies (bc who hasn’t had movie nights with their bestie)

both NEVER volunteer their beds to watch movies on. they always both go for the couch bc they know if they fell asleep on the bed both would gay panic past their lifespan. even though growing up they always had sleepovers on the same bed.

so the couch is always default. the issue is that they always share a blanket. and they always sit close. hip to hip, thigh to thigh. that’s not an issue for best friends. but they’re best friends who r in love. so every time they watch a movie there are painstaking moments of stolen glances in the tv light.

kuroos laugh is obnoxious. so even though kenma doesn’t usually put on comedy, she would go thru it bc she likes watching kuroo laugh. it’s contagious.

and while kuroo typically won’t put on the deepened plot complicated movies. she’ll sit thru them to listen to kenma list off her theories. and to steal glances at her eyes widening and squinting in assessment and analysis of the plot.

they have yet to cuddle at all. with kenmas physical touch barriers it’s just not something she’ll ask for. and kuroos too nervous to ask for platonic (it’s secretly romance driven) cuddles. bc all besties like cuddling during movies. but kuroo won’t cross that boundary if kenma won’t ask for it. and tbh it just hasn’t crossed kenmas mind bc her head hitting kuroos defined bicep during movie nights is enough physical gay panic.

#kuroken #haikyuu!!#hq kuroo #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsurou #kenma kuzome #kenma headcanons #kuroken headcanons #wlw #genderbend #domestic #fluff #besties #roomates #headcanon #haikyuu headcanons #gay #women #i’m gay

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army-of-bee-assassins · 1 year

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very rambly sorta laying things out and thinking through things below the cut. about my housing situation. i sorta want advice/opinions but also do not feel obligated to read through all this word vomit

quick background: since i graduated high school almost 10 years ago, i have not lived in any one place longer than 12 months. i hate moving but i keep doing it. and i moved into this place back in august and i want to move again in january (i signed a shorter lease). trying to reason through whether this decision is justified/worth it or not.

i found my current housing at the last minute before i moved states. i was scrambling and just had to take what i could find. it's the upstairs of a lady's house. it's like 300ish sqft with a bathroom. kitchen and laundry downstairs. she has a cat, and chai does not play nice, so the door to the downstairs remains closed and chai cannot leave. it's a bit more expensive than i would've liked but it does include all utilities so really when factoring that in it's somewhat reasonable i guess.

now honestly i didn't hate the lack of space as much as i thought i would. but it is pretty cramped. i had couches that i had to get rid of (they were old and junky but i liked them). i had to bring all my plants in for the cold and now it's even more cramped. chai, in particular, seems stir crazy. she's bouncing off the walls almost every night. i've been wanting to get a second cat for a while because i think she needs a friend (with a properly-done, very slow and gradual introduction so they get along), obviously i can't get a second cat here at all. it's just so small. and i can open only three tiny windows in the whole place (there are a lot more windows that don't open - the house is 100 years old) and something always smells, whether it's chai's wet food or something weird with the plants (i think i have some kinda fungus in the soil) or even chai pissing in the plants (which she somehow managed despite my attempts to cover up the soil on the big pots that she had access to).

something i did not anticipate to be as much of an issue as it was is the kitchen. this is honestly one of my biggest sticking points. it's the landlord's kitchen. i'm paying rent, but it's her kitchen. she has a way she keeps her kitchen. and it is very much not the way i would keep my kitchen. she has the absolute tiniest fucking trashcan for the kitchen below the sink that has to be emptied like twice a week because it's so small. and even though there are two sinks, she uses one ENTIRELY as a drying rack. so there is functionally just one small sink. because she's like. obsessed with not using up any counter space (she has explained that as her reasoning for the way multiple things are arranged in this kitchen). even though there's plenty of fucking counter space!!! there's a whole fucking kitchen island too! i had soooo much less counter space in my last apt and i managed to cook meals just fine. and she doesn't even cook much. there's also dishes. so again, i live here but there's still very much the "not my kitchen" feeling of all of this so i'm always cleaning and loading dishes as soon as i'm done with them. there's a dishwasher which she uses a lot so that's easy, though she often leaves dirty dishes on the counter for half the day before loading it. when i cook, i clean up right away (and wash most things by hand). when she cooks, she often leaves the dishes for a bit and then loads as much as possible (including pots and pans) into the dishwasher. she's also always the one to start the dishwasher, because the one time i mentioned maybe starting it, she wanted to check herself that it was really full because "it's the appliance that costs [her] the most money". like yeah. it fills up so fast bc you put such large things in there that you could just wash in the sink. you're the main reason it's costing you so much money.

just in general, things about cleaning and stuff has been just. no communication whatsoever about what my responsibilities are until there's an issue. and then she will be like "btw make sure you do x". i've mentioned this before but i really feel like a set list of "this is what i do and when and this is what you do and when" would've been really really helpful. but there's been none of that.

really the landlord is a perfectly nice lady. she could have been truly ten million times worse. we do have some differing opinions and philosophies though. i don't want to call her passive aggressive, but to my autistic ass i keep thinking that's what some of the previously mentioned cleaning stuff is. like she leaves something for as long as possible hoping i will figure out what it is she wants and do it, creating lots of anxiety for me. but! there is a substantial possibility that i am fully 100% imagining this and just creating anxiety for myself. one thing that is kinda weird tho is she hates the smell of the breakfast i cook every morning and has been strange about it from the beginning. first she just told me to turn on the stove fan and close the kitchen door. then she added on opening a window in the next room. and then turning on a rotating fan in the kitchen. and she still lights incense (hate this one) and boils lemons sometimes after i finish cooking.

in general she's just kinda particular about certain things and it makes me anxious that she won't tell me until it's already become a problem.

last thing, and maybe the largest motivation for me wanting to move out: i have so much goddamn anxiety about living with other people that i am not close friends or family with. it's not for lack of trying. i have lived with roommates for the vast majority of my adult life (including a 10 month term in americorps where i lived in close quarters with 9 other young adults). the apt i had before i moved here was actually the first time i had ever lived by myself in my life (and i loved it so fucking much). i mostly have anxiety about the kitchen. my room is always the safe place i retreat to (though in my current place i can't be loud bc the door to downstairs is very thin - that's another issue). but the kitchen - i just want to be by myself but i can't be. when the landlord is home she's often moving through it to do laundry or chores or whatnot. i feel like i can't listen to music or podcasts bc she'll hear it in the next room where she's watching tv. so i sequester myself in my room until she's not home. this has always been my pattern with roommates. wait until they leave and then cook what you were wanting to cook. when making my breakfast, i want to be alone, but i can't always manage that. depends on her work schedule. the landlord works full time but will just randomly have days off or work from home. i can't predict it at all, and that drives me just absolutely batshit. it's one thing for me to know the weekend is coming and prepare myself (and i'm always dreading it anyway knowing i won't ever be home alone). but it's another when it's wednesday and i go downstairs thinking i can cook my breakfast in peace but she's actually home. and i know how ridiculous i'm being! saying i can cook "in peace" as if she's actually doing anything to disrupt me! she's not! but my brain is bad and i just can't feel relaxed! i just feel extremely on-guard and it's exhausting.

so all in all, this adds up to why - pretty much from the very get-go - i was thinking i would move this january. given the extra time, as well as the ability to visit places since i'm no longer looking in a city i don't live in, i would find myself a new place to live. by myself - despite that being the financially more expensive option. well i did a lot of research. i drove around visiting places. i found some options. there's a few that would be just slightly cheaper, or maybe around the same price when you factor in utilities. they are not terrible but not great. there was one i was really liking the look of but then they jacked the fucking price up. well there was another one that is juuust under the current price i'm paying. but ofc that doesn't include any utilities so it's probably at least $100-150 more expensive then where i'm at. but it's easily the nicest option within my budget. a nice duplex with lots of space and my own backyard. i'm leaning towards this one now that the price jacked up on the other one. bc the prices are pretty close on those two now, and if i'm gonna be paying that much i feel like i may as well pay that much for the much nicer option.

and that gets into finances. i don't have a job, because i was told that time commitment of the masters program i'm in makes holding down a job difficult, and most people end up getting graduate assistantships anyway. well i don't have a graduate assistantship yet, and the max amount i can get in fed loans covers tuition and that's it. so i've been living off of savings all semester. and i did everything i fucking could to get a GA for the spring (which cuts tuition in half), though i was told from the get-go that it's rare to get a new one in the spring. i met with the lady who awards them and explained my situation, i made straight A's (they do consider grades), and i volunteered to work in a professor's research lab. no such luck. apparently it is way more common to get your first GA in your first summer semester, so that's likely when i'll get one. so i get to go another semester with full out-of-state tuition and living off of savings. i did the math a while ago and i'm gonna run out of money, whether i move or not (only difference is how soon it happens). i'm fortunate though, my parents will lend me whatever i need to get through till the summer. i don't really want to get a job, since starting in the spring i will have even more responsibilities (working in the clinic and doing school screenings) on top of class, but i feel like i should get a job anyway. because it feels ungrateful to just ask for money from my parents without even trying to support myself. though my dad made no indication that this was a requirement. idk. i feel like a spoiled and ungrateful piece of shit about it. that i'm worried about finances and still leaning towards not getting a job because it might be hard and stressful. that i feel stressed about finances when i have no right to be because i have my parents as a safety net.

anyway. my dad has also pushed pretty heavily for me not to move at all. he's not gonna stop me though. i've emphasized to him that this is my decision and i feel firmly about it and he relented. but tonight when i talked to him more about the financial stuff (like the fact that moving means i will run out of money sooner than if i don't), he brought it up again. that i have a good spot and i shouldn't just up and move for something that i don't even know i will like. that moving is expensive and time-consuming. that i know what i have here and the next place just might be absolutely horrible. i pushed back again and explained again that i've really thought it through and want to move. and he relented again and reiterated that he and my mom will support me financially when i need it, whether i move or not. which again, i am extremely grateful for. but now the whole conversation has just got me doubting myself. i applied earlier tonight for the duplex i wanted (and filled out and paid for another application for my dad to co-sign bc ofc i can't actually successfully apply anywhere without an income). but i'm just second guessing it all. what if it's not worth it? are the issues i talked about really big enough issues to move over? what if the next place does actually suck? and the landlord here is definitely not happy to see me go. she clearly really wants that extra income. and she said it would be difficult to find someone else to move in this time of year, which is probably true. i know landlords are landlords blah blah but like she's a person i know who i don't mean any ill will towards. i do feel bad about it.

all i want is a place where i can live in peace and not worry about fucking moving again until i graduate in august 2024. should i just suck it up and keep living here? am i just wasting mine and my parent's money with all this shit?

#you know i called this “rambly” before i even started writing it because i know what i'm like #and now i've written it and yeah #i am very sorry as always for my inability to be concise #j.txt

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donghoonie-3 · 2 years

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No cause that's so hot! And when you pull out, you take a quick look at him, making sure that he's fine and see his pretty lips covered in his own spit and his teary eyes. I feel like you wouldn't even have to tell him to keep sucking, boy might take his hands to your ass and pull you closer to him so he can keep deepthroating your strap on<3 Omg yeah! Punishing Bratty!Hoon😵 I feel like he already has an oral fixation so he loves to give head, every time he gives you head, he'd get sooo horny, he might cum too fast or untouched if you ask me especially if you're praising him<3 Baby would be a mess!

Hoon's mirror's selcas are so good, I miss them :(( they'd be even better if he's showing off his hickeys😵 Now if you send him a pic of the hickeys that he left on your body, his next reply will be a video of him jerking off cause baby got too horny (which ends up with you telling him that you'll punish him later.) Hoonie's laugh🫠 it's so cute but also contagious, I love him so much :((( I feel like every time he laughs, you'd end up laughing with him until you're both crying, then you'd look at eachother and be like "Why are we even laughing? I don't know" and just laugh harder.

Headaches are so annoying, I swear😭 how are you today, though? Hope you're having a nice day<3

He'd look so pretty with his chest moving up and down quickly as he tries to catch his breath<3 and thie teary eyes and his lips covered in his own spit<3 he'd look beautiful<3 oh god the way the strap on would go even deeper down his throat if he did that 😵 that's so fucking hot<3 he definitely does have an oral fixation...idk if I mentioned this before but the amount of times he had smth in his mouth?? Also call me weird for saying this but idc 😭 his tongue is lowkey pretty😭 the amount of times he stuck it out during concerts<3 not as much as jake but jake has clearly been influencing him to do so👀. The thought of him cumming untouched just from giving head 😵💫 he'd feel embarrassed by it but as soon as you start praising him he would get all shy and blush sm<3 I agree<3 he'd definitely be a mess<3

Ikkk!! I miss them too:( no that'd literally be so hot<3 the thought of him recording himself jerking off<3 touching himself how you'd touch him<3 OMG CAMBOY HOON STOP BEISNSJ

literally imagine him going live and doing whatever the viewers want him too😵 ANYWAYS GETTINF SIDE TRACKED no bc I already laugh whenever I see a video of him laughing or I even smile when I see him smiling 😭 now put this in real life and both of us would die laughing 😭😭

ahh I'm having a good day though my cramps are so bad 😭 I literally hate periods so much they can fuck off </3

#《🍁》 — 🐺 anonie #sub sunghoon

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skadiyoko · 5 years

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been having fun w iced cookies at work :P

#cookies #retail #skadi says #i hate doing them bc they take so much time and cramp my hands #but i like being creative ^^#i forgot to take pics of the ones from yesterday :(

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tearsona · 3 years

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true beauty | h.c. with fem!reader | part nine

a/n: omg long a/n but first of all, this is waaaay overdue. i know i’ve already probably lost more than half of my readers but this is for the remaining few (and me) who would like to know how the story ends!! i’m going tbh, i procrastinated writing this for way too long (i’ve been enjoying my break too much), and the worst also happened, i was working on this but the whole thing got deleted so this is my second time writing the whole thing rip :[

anyway i decided this last minute but as it turns out, there will be a part 10, more like a second part to part 9 / epilogue, bc the rest was supposed to be included in here buuuut i’m going to be away for the rest of the week and won’t be able to continue writing the rest of the scenes so the only time to post is now, since i know ppl have been waiting too long for an update and i didn’t want to keep that any longer (i know id only be stressing over it the whole week if i did jsdkf). so this one and the next part are going to be super duper short but i promise to work on the last as soon as i get back ok!! it won’t take another month!!! lol.

part one | part eight

this is the right thing to do, you think.

no, you’re certain. you’re going to talk to him.

you’re going to confess to seojun tonight. soon. in a few minutes. in a few steps ahead, to the left…

your hands start to get clammy in your pockets. you feel the weight of dread on your feet, like lead.

because even though you’re sure this is the best decision, it doesn’t mean that you’re coming home with a smile on your face afterwards. in a few months, perhaps you’ll thank yourself for having done the right thing, but tonight, it’s not going to feel like so. tonight, you’re going to get your heart broken. even more than it’s already been.

after all, you’re here to get rejected… and only then you’ll be able to move on - when you’re finally rid of the what if that’s been nagging at you for so long. because you realized it wasn’t jealousy or the wanting reciprocation that made your one-sided love so frustrating, it was mainly the suppression, the constant urge to spit it out knowing you couldn’t, that had built up through time and eventually pushed you to make such mistake. after all, feelings are like the weather - sometimes calm, sometimes wild, intense. unpredictable. what happens when you try to force them still and locked in the cramped space of your heart for too long?

at most, you think you can handle the rejection. but going through a conversation that would finally cement the end of your friendship, hearing seojun tell you how much he hates you, that you’re a terrible person, or anything along those lines - will you be able to bear it?

because isn’t that what he’d asked to meet you for? to express his anger towards you? to get closure? especially since it’s been a month without talking - you know that that much time apart allows a lot of space for anything, like regrets, breakdowns, and kissing other people… or seojun finally realizing that he deserves better than you.

but there’s no running away though, because you’ve already agreed to meet with him, and you owe him to at least show up after having practically ghosted him. you’re doing it, but also not just because you need to - you’d be lying if you said that there wasn’t even a tiny bit in you that’s looking forward to talk to him, not a selfish part that’s silently hoping for the zero chance that the boy would be willing to put all of this behind for a chance to restart.

when you reach the place, seojun is already there like he said, but he fails to hear your footsteps over his thoughts. you pause at a distance, allowing yourself a while to stare at him and a bittersweet smile tugs at your lips as you do so. you try to let it sink in - seojun waiting for you here… you and him, sharing the same space, un-against your will, not actively avoiding each other like it hasn’t been for the longest time. you wish you could have a longer moment where you can pretend that the past few weeks never happened at all and, right now, you’re just two best friends casually meeting up on a friday night.

you swallow the lump in your throat when the moment is over.

but before you can even gather the courage to make another step, seojun finally takes notice of your presence. when your eyes meet, you see the mild surprise that flits across his face before he’s pushing himself off the bench almost abruptly. he wonders how long you’ve been standing there.

you lumber towards his spot.

“hey,” you greet faintly once you’ve stopped in front of him. “you wanted to talk…”

the tension that immediately fills the air is thick, just a slight bit nauseating. you look up at him apprehensively and brace yourself for it - it’s only a matter of seconds before the harsh words come out of his mouth. before he confirms all of your expectations.

but it doesn’t come.

suddenly, instead, you feel yourself getting tugged by the arm until seojun is engulfing your smaller frame in his, and immediately your body goes stiff. ultimately, his scent washes over you like a wave, permeating all of your senses and clouding your brain. you almost blurt out an i love you right there, under the influence of his cologne alone.

when your brain has somewhat unscrambled itself, you finally lift your hand to rest on his back in an awkward attempt to reciprocate, causing him to tighten his embrace. he moves one of his hands to cradle the back of your head - an innocent gesture that has your mind spinning. you can feel his heart hammering against both your chests but it’s easy to mistake it as your own when it’s doing the same; in fact, you almost fail to catch his next words over the roaring of your own heartbeat in your ears.

“i miss you,” he mutters; the deepness of his voice and the way his throat vibrates against your shoulder send shivers down your spine. however, you try to focus more on his words - you debate whether you’ve heard it wrong or not as you can hardly believe it; this is obviously the opposite of what you’d been expecting this whole time, and even different from what you’d been used to - hugs were a rarity in your friendship. as well as i miss you’s.

seojun. misses. you.

your eyes sting but you will yourself to hold back. because you’d been so in denial, you never realized just how much you’d been waiting to hear those words during the past month. you’d convinced yourself that you were thankful he’d never called you once in your time apart because it made your situation easier, but deep down it hurt that he wasn’t even trying.

you immediately miss the warmth when he pulls away.

“y/n,” seojun breathes, looking at you with eyes so apologetic you almost feel pity. it takes a few more seconds before he speaks again. “i’m sorry… i realized i was such a terrible friend to you. i—”

“i’m sorry i made you feel like you were a terrible friend,” you immediately cut off, much to his surprise. you couldn’t stand to listen to him apologize when you believe with your whole chest that everything has been your fault. but just like you, this isn’t what seojun had seen coming from the other. truthfully, he’d expected you to be unforgiving, mad like you had been that night. instead, you add, “you’d done nothing wrong…”

you walk past him to take a seat on the bench that he was previously sitting on and he follows. silence lingers in the air for a few moments, both eyes now settled in front rather than the other beside. there’s so much to say that you don’t know where to begin, but you don’t feel the pressure or rush to do so. in fact, you feel a sense of familiar comfort just from sitting next to each other, despite there still being a bunch of words to be said.

words that could still possibly ruin the hopes of rekindling your friendship, you think.

“i didn’t know what you were going through…” seojun says, breaking your train of thought, “i could’ve helped you get the job… i should’ve paid more attention or asked how you were. i get why you were so disappointed. i’m sorry.”

“don’t be, it’s not your fault,” you say earnestly. seojun turns to you but you have your eyes pinned to the ground, feeling the guilt in your chest rise further the more he blames himself. it seems you’d caused him to believe that he wasn’t a good enough friend and you hate yourself for that. maybe you’d rather him be mad at you than sorry after all. you’d left your friendship thinking it would be for the better, managed to convince yourself that you were only putting yourself first as you should, but in reality, you’d handled things so cowardly that it only ended up hurting the both of you.

“how were you supposed to know about it when i never shared anything? you’re not a mind reader, seojun. don’t beat yourself up over it… i mean it,” you say, turning to him with a look of sincerity, “i was going through a lot then, but it was wrong to take it out on you. you were a great friend though. i promise.”

seojun presses his lips together in a line, feeling his heart swell at your words. “still,” he insists, “i could’ve been better, i know it. and i was insensitive with the things i said. i hurt your feelings. but i didn’t mean them that way - i didn’t mean to imply you were unlikable. or unattractive. at all. i… i don’t think you are. i want you to know that.”

you wish the butterflies in your stomach would stop fluttering at such an inappropriate time. over the bare minimum too. and so what if seojun just said that he didn’t think you were unattractive? it doesn’t mean anything. wait ‘til you get rejected later.

“i got defensive, i didn’t understand why at that time, i don’t want to make excuses but… i guess i just didn’t want to entertain the thought of—” seojun swallows, eyes previously settled below lifting to meet yours again with somewhat a hopeful look, “—suho liking you.”

you frown at his last words in particular, feeling just a bit embarrassed over it while failing to get what he was trying to hint at. you really hadn’t meant to make suho a big deal that night, you’d merely been trying to get your point across at that time, but it could have been anyone. and after what had occurred between you and the other boy, hearing the words suho and liking and you altogether in one sentence just felt awkward.

“okay,” you reply quietly. but seojun doesn’t think you really understood it the way he’d meant it; he wants to tell you, that the reason why he didn’t like the idea of suho liking you isn’t the one that he knows you’re thinking - just the obvious that he carries a lot of bitter feelings towards the boy - but another. however, even at this time where he’s supposed to be honest about everything he feels concerning your friendship, even at this perfect opportunity, he still can’t seem to have the guts to tell you the words that his heart wants to say the most. mainly because he just realized that he has no idea how things currently are between you and suho, and confessing might just end up making things more complicated. he wrestles with the thought.

seojun immediately thinks about the kiss, and it feels as though someone’s fist had clenched around his heart - it happens every time. but it only gets worse upon hearing your next words: “it’s okay, you know, even if you really didn’t. see me that way, i mean. friends aren’t supposed to anyway.”

“right,” he mutters, disappointment evident in the way he drops his gaze to his lap from yours. it’s as if the wind had blown the words straight back down from the tip of his tongue to his chest, because he no longer feels like saying it, at all. in fact, he’ll bury it there if he must, if it meant he could at least go back to being friends with you again. just like he’s done in the past.

“i broke that rule though,” you say after the dragged silence, as calmly as you can, as if your stomach isn’t currently twisting in knots over what you’re about to say next. “seojun, i got mad at you because… i liked you.”

as you expected, seojun’s head snaps up over the admission. you begin to feel even more self-conscious now that you’re under his gaze, but you will yourself not to let your nerves get the best of you and continue what you’ve started. “i liked you and i got… jealous because you kept talking about the girl you liked right in front of my face, and it was just… i was already having a bad week - bad night, and one thing kept piling into another… the makeup, the job, and then just… i couldn’t take it anymore, when you talked about suho only seeing me as a friend, i knew you said that because that was how you saw me… and it just hit, i guess.”

when you finish, you find that seojun’s lips are parted slightly, eyes wide and blinking like he’s unable to fathom what you’d just said. twice, he opens his mouth to say something just to swallow it back down. it seems that he’s hesitating over his words, or having trouble finding them. eventually though, he manages to let out, “you liked me?”

you bite your lip and hum, “i like you. present tense,” you say slowly, enunciating every syllable whilst keeping your eyes fixated on him for the reaction. he looks stunned still, and though his expression says a lot, the lack of verbal response still keeps whatever’s actually going on in his mind unclear. you feel flustered and drop your gaze to your fidgeting hands at once.

your heart doesn’t stop pounding as though it wants to break out of your ribcage but you manage to say the next words without your voice shaking so much. “when they asked you to pick between love and friendship during that trip, i think that’s when it started going bad. before then, i’d thought i had a firm grip on my feelings. i mean, even through all the people you’ve dated i was fine,” you sigh, closing your eyes for a second longer, “i didn’t just start ignoring you because i was mad at you. i just thought it would be better if… if we weren’t friends. even though i ended up being wrong anyway.”

at this point, you can’t bring yourself to look at him anymore so you don’t, but as you’re waiting for him to say something, anything, you can’t help but be highly aware of his eyes boring into your cheek and it makes you ill at ease. you mentally shudder at the fact that you’d just overshared, but you’re not sure if you regret it completely. still, it takes him an agonizing minute before he responds that you almost lose your mind.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he prompts; you attempt to interpret the color in his tone but can’t, thankfully when you look at him he doesn’t seem to be judging you. instead, his eyes remain intense but gentle, and you allow yourself to relax just a little bit at that.

“for the same reason why most people can’t tell their crushes they like them. i’m sure you know what it’s like,” you chuckle sheepishly. somehow, calling seojun a crush is even more embarrassing than all of what you’d said so far before it combined. “i’m not that bold, you know. and i didn’t to want make you uncomfortable just ‘cause you couldn’t like me the way i did, and risk our friendship changing,” you explain truthfully, “but i guess i still ended up ruining it anyway, i still couldn’t bring myself to tell you in the end and just… ran away from it, sorry.”

seojun nods, but now the expression on his face has changed into something more unreadable, and you hate every second that ticks by knowing that he’s probably feeling guilty, perhaps trying to come up with words to let you down without hurting you. what he doesn’t know though is that you’ve already prepared yourself for it; you’ve already imagined every horrible scene that could possibly roll out while on your way here, and the fact that he hasn’t called you mean things or yelled at your face even once means this is already the best scenario out of them all, meaning you’ll be alright. with that, you amend, “i don’t want you to feel bad for me. i’m just doing this so you can reject me and i can move on.”

you swear that was a smile on his face just now. unfortunately, it disappeared quicker than you could make sure.

“what if i don’t want you to move on though?” seojun asks with a playful edge in his tone, elbow lightly nudging your side but it doesn’t touch because you’re a little bit too far apart. further, he prods, “what if i want you to keep liking me?”

you stare at him incredulously, trying to decipher him. it seems that he’s finally changing back to his more confident self - to the best friend you knew. perhaps he’s trying to alleviate the tense atmosphere into something more cheerful, make you feel less embarrassed; or maybe joking is his attempt at reassuring you that things can still be friendly between you two despite how you feel about him; and you appreciate that - you’re more than relieved to know that he’s fine with all of this - but you wonder if teasing you is the best response he can do to your confession; if he’s avoiding rejecting you because he can’t.

you try to hide your disappointment by huffing out a laugh, “you’re cruel like that?”

“hmm, well…” he muses, “earlier you said you couldn’t tell me your feelings sooner because you didn’t want to make me uncomfortable but…” he pauses, and you watch him dubiously as he slides himself closer until your arms are touching, “what if i liked you back? did you not ever consider that?”

you frown. all of a sudden he’s flirting with you. you would think he’s asking you these questions because he’s genuinely curious, but the restrained smile ghosting his features, like he knows something you don’t, makes you think that he’s simply finding this whole thing funny - of course, you, out of people, having feelings for him must be such a plot twist - and here he is, taking delight in his ability to disarm you. what makes it worse is that even as you’re aware, even if you should be feeling offended by what he’s doing for his own amusement, your heart doesn’t follow - seojun’s flirtatious, hypothetical prodding seems to be taking its intended effect on you.

“well, you didn’t,” is eventually all you reply, fully intending to sound as harsh as you could, and then looking away. “stop.”

“stop what?”

“do you think this is a joke?” you snap as you glower at him, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. whether you’re blushing over the hypothetical, impossible possibility of seojun liking you - or if it’s due to your irritation, you don’t know. “stop… playing me.”

he’s silent. after a moment, you give in to the urge to take a peek at him and immediately regret it. because now he’s full-blown smiling, and you haven’t seen him do it in so long it somehow takes the breath out of your lungs. you blink, thoroughly dazed for a protracted moment. “w- what?”

“i said, give me your hand,” he repeats, and as if hypnotized, you obey without question. when he places it against his chest you feel it, the rapid beat of his heart, and it’s just like yours. your frown falters by a tiny fraction. “well?”

“well what?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“it’s been like this since you said you liked me,” he urges. and then, he says the next words to you as you had done earlier - slowly, and clearly, “i like you, y/n. i was being serious.”

you gulp and withdraw your hand from his, suddenly unable to make eye contact. “how? i thought you…” you trail off. liked jugyeong, you wanted to say.

“i know, i haven’t been completely honest with my feelings either,” he admits, “but i’ve liked you for a long time. even before all of the people i’ve dated… and through all of them,” he says, and it sounds too good to be true; seojun catches the flicker of doubt in your face even as you want so badly to believe him. “i guess i just didn’t know i did until… well, i mean, i kind of already knew it long ago, but… it’s a bit complicated.” you can tell he’s struggling to put his feelings into words by the way he sighs. and then, as if struck with an idea, he perks up, “let me prove it to you.”

you bite the inside of your cheek and try not to seem too eager when you stare at him.

“go out with me,” he says with a gentle but nervous smile, lightly tugging at the cuff of your hoodie like a kind child, before he adds, “let’s go on dates, y/n… as a guy and girl.”

you think your heart stops beating for a millisecond; you feel the familiar flutters through your stomach, only now wilder than ever. seojun looks solemn enough with his suggestion, but you realize you haven’t even thought that far yet - to be honest, you’ve still yet to process the fact that he doesn’t hate you, after all that’s happened.

there’s so much to think about, so many things to consider, but you don’t let any of that hold you back from the thing you’ve always wanted - longed for. after a thoughtful moment, you nod, and seojun’s previously tense face immediately breaks out into a grin.

“okay…” he breathes.

“okay,” you repeat, biting back a smile.

and then silence comes; you look away, shy. it seems to have hit you both at the same time - that you’d just agreed to go on dates with each other. apart from the earliest days of your friendship, you don’t think you’ve ever seen seojun look so shy in front of you. you feel a sudden thrill of excitement knowing that it’s because of you. you make him nervous. because he likes you, apparently. and now suddenly, everything feels odd… but the good kind.

later into the comfortable quietness, seojun clears his throat and breaks you out of your reverie. “hey, about that thing you said…” he starts and you quirk a brow in curiosity. “when i picked love over friendship, you should’ve known i was only trying to get on suho’s nerves,” he jokingly admits, earning a chuckle and an eyeroll from you.

“both are equally important to me though,” he continues, pausing for a thoughtful second, “but… you’re the most important to me, you know. and if i did mean it - if i had to choose, like, i really had to… whatever i end up picking, love over friendship or the other way around - it doesn’t matter. i can’t explain it, but i’d choose you over both of them. or whichever you are.”

that was… unexpected. you huff, tilting your head so your hair can fall and provide your reddening cheeks with some measure of a cover. you nudge his arm and say, “must you be so cheesy?”

when you think about it though, it makes sense. you’re not quite sure how, but to you, seojun, too, had always been more than just a best friend, and not merely because you had feelings for him - ‘friend’ had always felt too small of a label when you think about the bond you share with this person. you have a lot of friends, and none of them could ever compare, or is as special to you as seojun and suho are, who have been with you through thick and thin. seojun was your number one, your first choice, your go-to; he was the exception to a lot of things - maybe soulmate would be the closest term to call it, if it were real.

seojun laughs, reaching over swiftly but somehow hesitantly, to sweep your hair back behind your shoulder - another innocent gesture that wreaks havoc with the rhythm of your heartbeat - leaving the spot on your cheek his fingers had grazed tingling. you swear you could kiss him right now.

and it’s like he’s thinking the same thing. slowly, his smile fades, gaze still holding yours; the silence shifts, deepens, and when his eyes flicker down to your lips and he inches closer ever-so-slightly, you realize there’s nothing like this - like the anticipation of kissing someone you really like. it’s a new kind of butterflies you feel. a different kind of thrill.

but before he can actually lean in closer, you feel it - first on your eyelashes, and then your cheek. you look away, much to the other’s disappointment, and extend your hand into the air, feeling the droplets of water on the palm of your hand.

“it’s drizzling,” you point out, turning to face him. but seojun’s eyes never left your face. you stand up as soon as you feel more raindrops come, pulling your hoodie over your head before reaching out to take ahold of his wrist. “let’s go.”

you drag him to the nearest cover, running towards the convenience store not too far from the place. finally, you’re in front of the entrance under its roof, narrowly missing the rain that had just started pouring louder and heavier.

“that was close,” he mutters.

“yeah,” you sigh in relief, nodding towards the store, “let’s go buy an umbrella and walk home?”

a thoughtful pause. seojun has another thing in mind.

“or,” he smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “i’ll race you,” he suggests, so coolly that it didn’t register quick enough that he was actually challenging you. one moment he’s there to see the confusion flashing across your face, but by the time realization dawns, he’d already taken off, giggling several feet away from you.

“wha—hey!”

#also if anyone cares its my birthday :P #which is why i couldnt wait to post it today bc i wanted to enjoy the rest of the week wt my family :p #true beauty #han seojun x reader #seojun x reader #suho x reader #lee suho x reader #hwang inyeop #cha eunwoo #lee suho #han seojun #im jukyung #lim jugyeong #tbhc

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Reader x Cassian - Hellish Prompt: Reader is an assassin/spy that was caught and azriel has spent months torturing her for information and can’t get anything out of her and cassian eventually goes to see who this assassin/spy is and the mating bond snaps and cassian beats the $hitt out of az bc of the mating bond instincts and rhys has to intervene and break up the fight (i was thinking this could switch between azriel’s POV at the start and then switch to cassian's POV)

AN- this was SO fun to make. Please more requests like this!! I love the idea of unexpected mates!

TW -blood/ blades.

Drip, drip, drip. Copper smell filled the small room. Blood leaked down the drain in the floor. You wheezed a laugh bitterly and spat on the ground at his feet. Azriel's rage simmered calmly under his dark shadows. They coiled, ready to strike. Wanting to strike. The sound of your feeble laughs was practically the only sound Azriel had gotten from you for the first week of torture. The second week was worse, even for him. Truth teller revealed nothing when he gouged into your skin from the bottom up. Truthfully, he was impressed beyond measure. But that didnt mean that he could stop the job at hand. He had to know, and wished he didnt have to do this kind of thing to get the information from you. "Listen..." He sighed, cleaning his blade. He was always nervous whenever he had a back turned to an enemy, no matter how well they were restrained. But he trusted his shadows enough to tell him if something was wrong. "If you just.. Cooperate and tell me where the Queens are, we can let you go. No trouble, just releasing you back to Rask." He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he was nearing an exhaustion point. Torture every day for two weeks had its toll not only on the victim, but the dealer as well. His shadows seemed to be growing restless too, waiting for a chance to strike. He watched your reaction from the corner of his eye. Noted the way your head hanging loosely seemed to gain a bit more strength before you spoke. "Losing your touch, Spymaster?" You revealed a row of bloody teeth to him, and grunted when the chains at your wrists stung the magic that weakly attempted to help you. Azriel could have sighed. He could have laughed and bled you dry. Have a healer come and patch you up enough to keep you alive. The idea was tempting, but he didn't like having anyone besides his brothers see him in this mode of darkness. He could have brought Rhys down to attempt to break into your mind again. After the first attempt and Rhys' reaction to being blocked, he wasn't eager for that again. So he sighed, and brought out the potions laced with Faebane. + He was convinced you weren't a normal Fae. After months of his best torture methods he was a wreck. "She just-" He tried to hide his frustration, but his brothers knew him best. Cassian smirked by the fire, warming his wings. Rhys seemed a bit more concerned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Azriel had never been one to spend a long time on torture. Rhys saw the frustration flowing from him after every session with the stubborn Fae in the dungeon cell. "I dont know what to do anymore. She's the only one to have never broken." He ran a hand though his hair. His shadows seemed weak, exhausted like him. Rhys considered for a moment, looking between his two brothers. Cassian seemed to be enjoying Azriel's frustration. Maybe a bit too much. Rhys sipped his wine then, with a look of innocence, "Maybe we will have Cassian end it. Perhaps seeing the Lord of Death in front of her will knock something loose." Cassian's stare whipped to him, a silent plea on his face. "We should leave it to our expert Rhys-" Azriel laughed, cold and bitter. "The expert hasn't got a damn thing out of her. We either kill her or send her back to Rask with all the information she's collected about us. With nothing in return." Shame lined his features. The sense of failure to his high lord was a heavy weight to bear. "Cas...I expect you down there tomorrow afternoon. It will be her last chance." Rhys' no nonsense tone shut down Cassian's retort. His jaw locked with distaste. He hated the cramped cells below the house of wind. Hated the way going underground made his wings feel like they needed to stretch. The worst was when that stale air was laced with the rotting smell of dead mice or old blood. It made his skin crawl just thinking about it. "Come on Cas, dont you want to see the only one that's outlasted me?" Az asked with a mock grin. He couldn't give the same smile back. Turmoil spilled inside him at the thought of going so far below the mountain. + Cassian took a long time to go to bed that night. His restlessness about the next day made him wake up over and over, never having more than an hour of peace before being waken up. Azriel held up a mug of tea to him the next morning. "You look like shit." He handed his brother the mug with a small smile. Cassian glared at him, but took it anyway. He went to the balcony, his heavy wings needing to feel the fresh air. It was like taking a bath after being covered in grime. He sighed in relief, letting the late morning sun graze his body. The cold wind from Illyria was beginning to come in for the winter, and the familiar smell ignited something in him. He felt a draw, but shoved it to the back of his mind. He knew what he had to be this day. "Why the hell do we have to keep them so far down again?" Cassian complained. Around and around and around. Down deeper and deeper into the pit of the mountain that the house above was carved out of. Cassian felt like his lungs were collapsing the further they went. He tried not to let his nerves show, but he knew Az's shadows would pick up on it anyway. "Remember when you broke your arm chasing down that Attor?" Azriel could have laughed at that memory, but the story surrounding it made the experience soured. More shame on top of the guilt already there. Cassian hummed in approval, welcoming the distraction the memory brought. He tried not to focus on how each turn of the staircase got darker and darker. How the air seemed to compress around him. He locked his eyes on the scar on one of Az's wings. "And we spent a week fixing the top story of that apothecary?" He asked, keeping his voice steady. "Yes. Dont you remember how the Attor got out?" Cassian shook his head, and Azriel huffed a laugh. "I left the door open for just a second to get a new knife and..." He shook his head, part in anger and regret, part in shame. "It had escaped before I turned around. I dont know how it happened, to this day." Cassian stared at the back of the shadowmaster's head. The dark ripples around him seemed to spike. "It happens Az, you can't be perfect." "It's not perfection, its basic thought. After that we moved all enemies to the lower dungeons. No matter the threat. Rhys even put wards on the arches." He ran a hand over the walls, his fingers catching a few of the grooves that linked each spelled archway to the other. Cassian left the conversation at that. At least his brother wasn't brooding as much as before. The dim lights began to come into view, and his heart began hammering. Adrenaline singing through his veins. His polished siphons glowed, reflecting red off the dark stone ceiling. He had polished all his black armor the night before, when he couldn't sleep. Something poked, prodded at him all night. Keeping him awake. He figured he may as well make use out of it. "She's not going to talk to you unless you show..weakness first." Azriel said in a low voice. Cassian nodded, reaching the end of the stairwell with him. Cassian couldn't see the dark figure in the cell, but he felt the presence nonetheless. The dark draw that you demanded. He wondered how Azriel had dealt with that pull this whole time. The tantalizing draw to you. He shook his head, pushed the hair out of his face and nodded to Azriel. He opened the door, then began his ritual. At the start of every session he would toss a bucket of water over your body, then a bucket of salt. It made the wounds that handn't healed fully scream in pain. You jolted at the suddenness of it this time. "Good morning, shadowsinger." You ground out, voice rough with strain. Cassian watched in awe at his brother. Cassian was never one for torture. There was a reason Azriel was appointed to this position. Watching the calm cruelness of him was jarring, but Cassian kept his face straight. He stood behind you, watching the flimsy attempts to pull at the shackles holding your arms up. Lacerations dotted each arm, some light pink scars. Some were still scabbing over. A chill ran down his spine. "You have a guest today, would you like to see him?" Azriel's voice was cool, calm. Like he was speaking orders to a group of soldiers. He began slicing new lines into your arms, moving up to your neck. He had left your ears in tact, as a last resort if you refused to speak to Cassian. The pull Cassian felt was overwhelming. He walked a bit too quickly around you, plastered on a wicked smile for show, then crouched down. The smile faded when he finally saw your face. Your dripping hair was a horror on its own. Plastered to the skeletal cheekbones, and pale eyes. Those eyes were brighter than anything he'd ever seen. A field of flowers down the slope of Illyrian mountains. His world shifted, drawing the breath from him. "Mine." His mind seemed to roar with that alone, but in a thousand different variations. "Lover, friend, partner, mine mine mine. Mate. My mate." His lips quivered with the realization. With the way his heart soared, and the way he moved without realizing it. He choked a gasp, and fell forward on his knees before you. He saw the same astonishment in your reaction. Azriel dropped his sword, confusion and concern alert on his features. "Cas wh-" Before he could finish, before his shadows could detect that Cassian had even moved, his brother was on top of him. Cassian's knuckles stung with every punch. A new kind of rage flared inside him. It made his muscles yearn for violence. Made his teeth crave the flesh of those that so much as looked at you wrong. There was no mercy for Azriel, it was as if he was an enemy on the battlefield. Cassian held nothing back. You hung limply from the chains that bound you. Crunch after crunch sounded from Azriel. He eventually managed to push Cassian off of him. Then they locked together in battle again. Clashes of armor against armor were deafening. The snarls they ripped at each other were loud enough to make you cringe. Your heart squeezed at the sounds of Cassian's breath. At the scent of blood spilling. You pulled feebly at the chains, your mind roaring to protect him. Your mate. You tried to watch the battle, but the weakness in your body refused to let you turn more than a few inches. They were panting, Cassian fighting with a ferocity Azriel had never seen. His eyes flared with rage, like he was possessed. "Cas-" Azriel grunted, shoving his brother backwards. His back hit yours, pushing you down and digging those stone cuffs into your wrists. You hissed in pain. Cassian roared and lunged at his brother again, and again. The darkness that boomed outside the cell was jarring. The stone ceiling shuddered, small rocks and dirt falling from it. Cassian did not stop. He didn't hesitate, coming at Azriel with punch after punch. His fist crushed the wall behind where Az's head had been.

"Enough." The high lord's cool command was enough to make you still your weak attempts at looking at the two. Cassian's chest heaved as he tried lifting his arm to punch Az again. Pure fury in his heart was enough to make him disobey Rhysand's order.

Then Rhys' talons gripped him. Freezing his mind, stilling him. Rhys' face shifted to surprise at what he glimpsed at there. "Oh.." He breathed. Azriel panted, backing away from his brother, out of the cell. He locked the cell and wiped the blood from himself, his wings hanging limply behind him. "What- the hell." He panted, nursing his arm. Cassian's eyes locked to your small frame. How your muscles quivered, how your arms shook with the effort of holding yourself up. He felt Rhys' claws recede slowly from his mind, releasing each part of him one by one. He rushed to you. He picked up Azriel's sword and with a clean, masterful swipe, broke the enchanted stone that bound you. The weak sigh that came from you was heartbreaking. His eyes pricked with tears, and he caught you before you could fall to the floor into the puddle of dried blood. He didnt notice, or care that it was there. He sat there with you, cradled you and shook with you.

"Cassian... She's.. Cassian's mate." Rhys said slowly, astonished. He didn't take his eyes from his brother in the cell. Azriel froze in place. For a moment, the dungeon was completely still. Totally silent, as if the world waited for what was to come next.

Azriel turned on a heel and left, trudging up the stairs. Rhys dared not touch his mind. "Cassian...." He spoke, trying to get his brother's attention. He did not glance at Rhys, just curled around your body more. Protecting, nesting almost. Rhys knew the feeling too well from the weeks after he and Feyre's bond snapped into place. "We will check in tomorrow. Be safe, brother." Rhys spoke to Cassian's mind. It was nothing but an ocean of rushing thoughts. Cassian could have bared his teeth, could have tried to fight his brother through the bars of the cell. Hell, he could have probably broken through those bars with the primal strength flowing through him with the rush from the bond.

But he didn't. He stayed, his warm body pressed against yours. Those siphons glowing against your skin like a fire. He stroked your hair soothingly, his tears like rainfall on your body, through your bloodstained clothes. He didn't remember falling asleep there, but it was the most restful, peaceful night he'd ever had in his existence.

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Uhm, hi

Soo, I don't want to stress you out or make you do something, but I have a request.

Again, you don't have to do it if you are uncomfortable with it, don't like the idea, have no time, or just don't want to do it

But, could you please maybe do a technoblade x reader where the reader gets really bad period cramps and techno's reaction to it.

Or like, maybe he doesn't know what a period is bc he grew up around all guys or something and he freaks out?

Again, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

Thanks for your time tho

So I totally thought I posted this a while ago... I did not, I saved it to my drafts and didn't realize until now.

So, from the bottom of my heart,

My bad.

But periods are the absolute worst and I hate them so much. That is all. Thank you for the request anon!

Techno would know what a period is, but he wouldn’t know much about them. He knew what they were, why they occurred, what happened during them, but because he grew up with his father and two brothers, he never was around anyone that had them.

I’d like to imagine the first time you had your period, Techno waltzed into your house and immediately was able to smell the blood, which he could tell was yours, and he began to freak out. He follows the scent and finds you curled up in the bed, clutching your stomach. He rushes over to you and runs his hands over your stomach. “It’s going to be okay Y/N. I’m going to help you,” he babbles out. You let out a sigh of contentment at the warmth of his hands seeping through your skin and easing the ache ever so slightly.

Techno begins to worry even more and his eyes scan your stomach, looking for the injury that had caused you to bleed and clutch your stomach. “Where are you hurt?” Techno asks, when he can’t find the wound. The question causes you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Hurt? I'm not hurt,” you slur out, pressing Techno’s hands further down on your stomach, trying to make the warmth go deeper.

“Not hurt? You’re bleeding Y/N! You wouldn’t be bleeding if you weren’t hurt.” It takes you a moment to digest the words and understand the meaning but as soon as you do, you begin to laugh. “What? What is so funny?” Techno questions, really confused as to why you just went from looking like you're in pain to laughing.

“I am Tech. I am bleeding. I’m on my period Techno. That’s where the blood is.” Techno’s face flushes and he lets out a soft ‘oh.’ He’s not sure what to say, a little embarrassed at confusing your period for you being injured and freaking out as much as he had.

Techno clears his throat and looks back at you, looking at your face, but avoiding your eyes. “Is there anything I can do?” he asks, wanting to know how best to help. You think for just a moment before holding your arms out to him and making grabby hands at him.

“Cuddles?”

Without another word, Techno moves his hands from your stomach and carefully lays down next to you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, letting your head rest on him and his head on top of your head as his hands move up and down your back in a soothing pattern.

A content sigh escapes your lips as his overly warm body transfers heat to yours and relaxes the muscles that cramp up during this time. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.

Techno is a bit clueless at times and you have to explain things to him. He was so concerned the first time he witnessed you have a cramp. One moment you were talking perfectly fine, the next you were hunched over yourself, struggling to breathe. After the cramp releases, Techno is all over you, asking what happened, if you were okay, why you had keeled over, his whole mind and mouth moving a mile a minute as he tries to figure out what happened. Once you catch your breath, you explain cramps to Techno and why they happen and Techno listens. He asks questions and makes sure that he knows what to do.

After that, he always has cramp medicine on hand. He also has heated blankets, and is also always willing to drop everything to cuddle and rub your back or stomach to make you feel better. He hates to see you in pain and so he is willing to do anything he can to lessen that pain. He’s definitely punched Tommy when he was being too pushy and too loud around you while you were struggling with the pain.

Techno also loves cuddling with you when you’re on your period. He’s so warm and it makes you feel so relaxed and comfortable against him. He loves being able to take care of you like that and he feels so honored that you feel safe enough to curl up into him and relax like that. It makes you feel good and in turn it makes him feel good too.

He will also make you anything that you want food wise. I don’t know if it’s just a me thing, but I get intense cravings when I’m on my period and when I realize I can’t have/don’t have that food, it makes me want to cry. So if this applies to you, he will absolutely make you whatever you want, and he would even bring it to you wherever you were. Again, Techno just wants to make sure you’re taken care of and given the things that you want.

… That’s all I got haha. I’m sorry it was so short, but I hope you enjoyed either way!

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