#did some say aggressive procrastination?

[springseasonie]

Overtime | KDY (M)

Ceo Doyoung x Secretary fem reader

Summary: You and Doyoung stay late at the office and have a long extensive conversation about life, work, and other things. Doyoung's life motto is never mix personal life with work, but his mini crush on his secretary becomes bigger than life all on this night.

Warnings: sexual content, age gap (legal!!! doyoung is older), oral (fem receiving), unprotected, pull out method, proofread (kinda, I'm tired)

Word count: 5,7k

Song recs: thinkin bout you by Katie

A/N: took longer than I expected with this one. I've been in a writing slump for the past week so I'm sorry if this sucks. The smutty words don't come out the same as they used to lmao. Feedback is loved and appreciated 🫶🏾

You would've never taken this job if you knew your boss would be this hot.

Applying for the secretary position at a world famous company was not in your plan after college, but it just happened. You especially didn't expect to get hired. Now you've been working for 2 years and can't say that you would choose anything else, especially when you get to work so close to eye candy every day.

Kim Doyoung. He's the youngest successful single man in Seoul at 38 years old. No, he's not old, but he is way older than you in most people's standards. You never really had a thing for older men, but when you met Doyoung, you could say opposites attract. You would always try and hide your staring, sometimes he would catch you. He knows he is handsome, he's been told many times, but you're the only person who has ever worked for him that has never kissed his ass no matter how attractive you found him. He enjoyed having you around, having someone who wasn't a yes man.

Instead of going home, you were sitting at your desk finishing something you should've some ages ago. You were a huge procrastinator and he knew this. At first, it was something he hated about you. All of his other secretaries were very punctual while you did things late. However, you were way more detailed in your work, way more careful with his needs and schedule so he let it go.

"Why do I do this to myself," you groaned. You finished the last couple of words on the screen, aggressively pushing the period key with a sigh. "And all done." Now all you had to do was print the paper and leave it on Doyoung's desk for the morning. You pressed the tiny print pop up, watching the machine pump the papers out the front. Once it was done, you stapled them together.

Standing, you walk from around your desk and towards Doyoung's office. The sound of your heels filled the silent dimly lit hall, making you hum in delight. Although you hated staying to work late, you couldn't deny the atmosphere of an empty office. How peaceful it was, how strangely free you felt. Reaching Doyoung's office you noticed the door was left slightly ajar.

"Weird," you say to yourself. "He always leaves it shut." You walk in looking at your feet not expecting to hear anything.

"Oh you're here too?"

You jump, startled at the voice of your boss, looking up as you looked at his figure being lit up by his lamp. Blinking rapidly trying to regain your composure, you clear your throat shaking off your very clean dress. "M-Mr. Kim you surprised me," you say, a relaxed attitude faltering.

Doyoung watched you straighten your back, chuckling to himself as he stood up from his desk. "Relax, you don't need to be so formal. It's just you and me here."

You try to loosen up a bit, but he makes you so nervous especially when you're alone with him. You find him to be very intimidating. From how he speaks to how he dresses to even his favorite foods - Doyoung is a super classy man, way different from you. You gulp, placing the papers on his desk. "Here is the report for all the departments from this week. There were some last minute changes so…yeah."

Doyoung picks up the packet, flipping through the pages as you stand there with your hands folded in front of you. The room was silent, just the sound of him flipping rh pages was heard. You were in his office often, but never this late. Your eyes shifted around the room, taking in your surroundings. It was a cozy space, city lights in the big windows, every shelf stacked with something work related or some random object.

Doyoung had a picture of his family on one of the bookshelves, a picture of himself in his early teens with his parents and older brother. He hates that picture, always saying it reminded him of his hard life growing up. Doyoung didn't talk about his personal life much, his number one rule for all his employees and himself being don't let work and life mix. But working so closely with him has made you learn things about him he'd rather no one know, like how many times his mother has tried to set him up with some pretty rich woman or how many times his father needs meetings to berate his son.

Doyoung puts the papers down without a word. You started to turn on your heels, about to leave when he speaks up.

"Could you…stay for a bit," he says in a deep voice echoing in the quiet room. "I won't keep you long, just want a bit of company that's all."

You turn around with an awkward smile on your lips, clearing your throat. "Yeah sure, I don't mind."

Doyoung stood up from his seat, giving you a full view of his messy image. Tie loosened, shirt a bit unbuttoned - he was so attractive it pained you. He walked to the window behind him, leaning on the glass as he stared out at the huge city below the both of you. "You don't have to stand all the way over there you know."

"Oh.. right." You walked over to him, standing a distance away as you looked out the window.

"It's pretty right," he said, glancing at you. "I love this view at night."

"Me too."

And right back to silence, but instead of it being stiff, it felt comfortable. Neither of you noticed the glances the both of you kept sneaking at each other. But for a while you stopped looking at him and just leaned on the window taking in the pretty scenery. Doyoung looked at you, tracing your face with his eyes. He always thought you were pretty, knowing that he would probably ask you out if you weren't working under him. He still thinks about the first day he met you. You were a complete mess, just graduated and working 2 jobs to keep yourself afloat at the time he interviewed you. It was obvious you lived off coffee, eye bags couldn't even be hidden under your makeup. Now you're doing good for yourself. You seem happier, less stressed, and have really grown into your age.

Doyoung hates how much older he is than you. Not many girls your age would be into someone near their 40s in his mind, so for a while including now he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.

"So," he finally spoke up. "How was your day?"

"Oh, uh, well," you laughed awkwardly. "It was okay. I did what I usually do."

"Sit there and drink coffee," he joked, making both of you laugh.

"I do…other things," you said between giggles. "How was your day?"

"You already know that information," he said, letting out a deep sigh. Doyoung had a hard day, dealing with unreasonable clients and frustrating employees. You know how stressed he is all the time and you feel bad for him.

You wanted to say something but you didn't. You had no idea what to say to make him feel a bit happier. You were only his secretary after all, there's not much you can say without crossing lines, but that's what he likes about you. Sometimes you were so oblivious as to what was acceptable to say and what wasn't. You never dared to overstep boundaries, but it just happened.

"Do you ever feel like there's something in your life that's missing," he asked suddenly.

You look over to him, his face hard in concentration as he stares at the city lights. "What do you mean?"

"Like…you're doing something not because you enjoy it, but because it keeps you alive," he explains. You and Doyoung feel the air around the both of you become heavy with the sudden change in topic. Doyoung never had these kinds of conversations with you in the 2 years you've been working with him. In fact, he's never vulnerable with anyone about anything, not even the people he considered close friends.

"Well," you started slowly. "I do feel that way."

He turns to you, watching how your eyes shine in the light. "Was it when you started working for me?"

You glanced at him, giving him a small laugh. "Do you want the honest answer?"

"I want whatever answer will help me through this dilemma,* he sighs, pushing his hair back.

"I know you don't know a lot about me." You begin to relax as you start talking, leaning on the window. "I wanted to be an artist for a while. I grew up drawing, painting, the whole lot of stuff. My parents thought it was just a hobby and they were right for a while because then I fell in love with writing."

"Is that why you got a journalism degree," he interrupted.

"Yeah…that's right," you laugh softly. "Did I tell you this story before?"

"No I just…" Doyoung stopped talking seeing your playful smile, heat flying to his ears making them red. You were so pretty to him, especially in this light. "Sorry, you can continue."

"It's okay," you chuckle softly. "Anyway, I loved telling stories and wrote things in private all the time, but storybooks weren't going to pay the bills so I had to take up informative writing. Fast forward to my third year and I start realizing how much I hate what I'm doing. My love for art comes back and I start drawing more than writing essays. That's when I realized I wanted to make comics."

Doyoung stands there with his arms crossed, trying so hard to pay attention to listen to you, but he couldn't get over how pretty your lips looked, How nice your voice sounded. His eyes traveled to your neck, his next thought immediately flying to how good you smell when you’re next to him. And your hands, goodness he loves your hands. They would brush against his sometimes, the thought of how soft they would feel on his-

"Mr. Kim?"

He blinked, head being pulled out of his inner thoughts by your voice. He couldn't believe he zoned out while you spoke. Doyoung gulped, realizing the kind of image his brain almost created. "Yes? I'm sorry I zoned out. I'm just a little tired."

You gave him a small laugh and understanding smiles, nodding at his words. "I understand, I'm tired too so I'll keep it short. Sometimes we will feel periods of emptiness in the things we do no matter if we love them or not. We just have to remember everything that makes it worth it, not matter what." You stopped talking when you felt Doyoung's eyes on you, boring into your soul.

"Do you feel like working here is worth it?"

There is a kind of tenderness in Doyoung's eyes that you don't get to see often. The last time you saw this look was when he was telling a memory of him and his brother when they were kids. "Yeah, I feel like it's worth it."

"Well I'm glad," he says, looking back out into the city. "For someone so young, I didn't expect you to have a lot of profound things to say."

"I'm not that young. And you aren't that old" you say, laughing at his expression. "Not to pry of course, but why do you feel like something is missing?" He remains quiet and his relaxed expression turns stern, a frown on his face almost immediately. You panicked thinking that you pushed too far past the line. "I'm sorry, you really don't have to answer Mr. Kim, I was just-"

"It's okay, you did nothing wrong," he said, trying to reassure you. "My mother makes me feel like a shit show because I'm not looking for anyone to marry."

You opened your mouth to speak, but stopped. This problem of his was completely beyond you. It's not a surprise that he's been avoiding his mother, their family issues all over the tabloids. you wish you could be some sort of support system for him, but you know you can't get that close to him.

"You don't have to say anything. I know you have nothing to say."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," you mumbled. "I know things have been rough with you and your mom these days."

Doyoung blinked and looked over to you. His lips parted, tongue darting out slowly against his lips, wetting them before speaking."You know you're the only person to talk to me like a regular guy?"

You whip your head to him, gulping at his words. "Oh, i must've gotten too comfortable Mr. Kim-"

"I like that you talk to me like a regular person," he chuckled.

You give him a soft laugh, shaking your head. The way doyoung looks at you makes you feel something you shouldn't feel for your boss. But his eyes are piercing, full of emotion and it makes you fall deeper into him. You didn't want to ruin the mood, but you would feel bad if you didn't tell him what happened earlier that day. "Mr. Kim….your mother called the office."

Doyoung sighed, running his face in his hand. "What did she say?"

"Something about," you started hesitantly. "You blocking her number, not going to events, not dating…"

"That old lady always has something to complain about," he sighed. "Thank you for telling me."

You nodded, pressing your lips into a thin line to keep silent. But sometimes you just speak and say things you probably shouldn't, because the way doyoung looks at you for your next sentence makes you want to crawl into a dark corner.

"Well, dating shouldn't be hard for you," you said.

He raised a brow, a smirk pulling on his lips slowly. "What do you mean?"

"W-well I mean you're…" you paused, eyeing him up and down awkwardly.

"I'm…?"

"You're you," you said a bit more enthusiastically than you wanted to. "Well what I wanted to say was that you're rich, handsome…."

"Is that it? Just rich and handsome," he joked, but you didn't take it as a joke. You already overstepped the boundaries multiple times in the last 30 minutes, this could probably be the only moment to save your job.

"N-no! You're funny and honest, fun to talk to. And even though you have this rough guy thing going on, I think you're a pretty soft guy," you said, lips moving 40 miles per hour.

He gave you a chuckle, one that sounded genuine and warm which surprised you. "Ms. Y/n, are you flirting with me right now?"

You blinked rapidly, shaking your head and hands silently as you panicked, making the male laugh. You said no, but he was secretly hoping that you were. He wanted to know if you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He couldn't help himself.

"You're not too bad yourself," he said, turning back to the window.

"Thank you…. you're too nice, but you don't really mean that."

"No, I'm serious," he continued. "You're cool and fun, not too serious but can be serious when you need to be."

Your face was beginning to get hot, fingers gittering at your sides. You couldn't even look at him, afraid you would probably go crazy. You really hoped he would stop talking, but he didn't. It stressed you out.

"Not to mention, you're beautiful."

You gave him a small laugh, trying to cover up the very obvious mental breakdown you were about to have. "Mr.Kim please-"

"You're beautiful. You have the best laugh and the prettiest smile." doyoung was slowly walking towards you, making your body stiffen as he came closer. His gaze was hungry, not able to suppress his desires for you any longer. It was terrible of him, he knew it, he was your boss and practically preying on you at the moment. He was doing something he hated, but he knew you wanted it too.

Doyoung was so close to you, body looking over yours as he stared down at your flustered face. "Mr.Kim-"

"Call me Doyoung."

"But I can't-"

"Yes you can." He spoke so quietly and softly, eyes flickering from yours to your lips. "I wanna hear you say it so I can say I love the way you say my name too."

You were quickly falling under whatever spell he was starting to put you under as he spoke. Your lids dropped, breathing heavily as his hands left his sides and made their way to your waist. "D-Doyoung," you said breathlessly, heart beating faster in his grasp.

He nodded slightly, a smile curling on his lips as he pulled your body closer to his, pressing his chest against yours. "Again."

You gulp, shaking your head as you remove his hands from your waist. "I…we can't do this. I-I'm your secretary."

"Secretary who I like very much." You make it so hard for him to not want to push your buttons a little more. Was doyoung really about to risk everything he built up just to kiss you? Yes, yes he was. Not one of his smartest decisions, but he trusted you. "I liked you for a very long time, you know."

"Really," you ask, brows scrunching slightly.

"Mhm." Doyoung put his hands back on your waist, the adoration in his eyes turning to lust. "I'm doing this against my better judgment, and you know how much I cherish my judgment."

Before you knew it, your eyes fluttered shut and you were the one kissing him instead. Your lips melted into his, hands moving to his shoulder as you pulled him closer. Doyoung kisses you back softly, moving his hands under your blazer squeezing your waist. He felt how raged your breathing was, your heartbeat speeding up as he fondled your body in his hands.

You pulled away, refusing to look at him. He knew you liked him as much as he liked you - it was obvious by the smirk on his face. It was only supposed to be a kiss and end there, but your mind drifted to a place it wasn't supposed to go.

"I need to go home," you said, letting out a sigh.

"No you don't," he protested softly. "I know you don't want to either."

"Mr. Kim-"

"Doyoung," he said. "I want you to call me by name."

"Doyoung," you started, making him smile. "What are you trying to do right now? I mean, we are attracted to each other but this.. what will people think?"

"People won't know unless we tell them," he says nonchalantly. "Besides, I own the entire building you're standing in right now. Whatever I say goes, and I'll never let anyone hurt you."

You looked up at him, worry still painting your face, but you nodded anyway. "Okay, I trust you."

"Good. You should always trust me." He cupped your face softly, kissing you deeply. You kissed him back, lips molding with his just like how you imagined. You wanted to take advantage of this moment while you had it, so you took your hands off his shoulders taking your blazer off. Letting the jacket fall to the floor, you reached back to Doyoung's chest, pulling his tie off him and placing it on his desk.

"I wanna take care of you," he said quietly. "Would you let me do that?"

"Yes." Your answer came out as a whisper as you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt. Doyoung watched you with a hazy expression. your concentrated desperate appearance was doing something to him, he just wanted to fuck you against the window make you cry out his name. He thought it was too cute how your hands were trembling as you unbuttoned his shirt. The only time he sees you this nervous is when he reprimands you for something you may do wrong.

Doyoung slowly starts to pull your tucked blouse out your pencil skirt, making your breath hitch in your throat. "Is this okay with you?"

You nod, removing your hands from his shirt to allow him to pull the fabric off of you. Doyoung marveled at your body. He felt guilty knowing how many times he's fantasized about this moment, the thought of touching you on his mind heavy sometimes. But the guilt went away when he made contact with your skin. Doyoung pulled you closer to him, kissing you as his hands slowly went up your body. He groped you not too roughly to make you flustered, but just enough to enjoy your small gasp. His hand squeezed and massaged your left breast.

"Should I take it off," you mumble as he plays with the lace on your bra. You wait for an answer, but his eyes and hand are too focused on the lace, the only thing going through his head was how pretty the color looked against your skin.

"No," he said, shaking his head. You watched him unbutton and unzip the side of your skirt, cock twitching his pants from excitement. "Let me help you relieve some of your stress from today. I wanna taste you Y/N."

"Can you," you said breathlessly, begging, making him smile too. He tugged your skirt down your legs, fabric bunching around your heels.

"Get on the desk." Doyoung watches you hop on his perfectly organized desk, spreading your legs almost immediately. Your eyes widened at how fast he dropped to the floor, his actions making you even more wet than before.

“I thought about this alot Mr. Kim,” you admitted, eyes glossed from how turned on you were. "I fucking dreamed about this."

"Oh yeah?" Doyoung's entire shirt was off by this point, the expensive fabric laying, somewhere on the floor. His soft hands made their way up your legs, leaning into your inner thighs. He kisses the soft spot of your thighs, making your body shudder sensitively. Doyoung hooked his fingers around your panties, tugging at them to pull the fabric off. You lifted your hips, allowing him to pull them down your legs and off your ankles swiftly.

Doyoung couldn't take his eyes off the sight between your legs. You were glistening, so wet it got on his desk. "Fuck.. you're so pretty baby."

"Don't stare." You started to close your legs, but doyoung forced them back apart, leaning into the closer. You could feel his heavy breathing on your wet core as he kissed your inner thighs.

"Don't get all shy on me now." He placed a soft kiss on your clit, eyes never leaving your face. You let out a soft sigh when he licked your core softly, collecting your arousal on his tongue. Doyoung licks at your clit softly, adding pressure with every other movement. He always thought about what you would sound like, if you were loud or silent, but your soft moans at the moment were prettier than ever. Doyoung sucked your clit softly, making you throw your head back slightly.

"You like that?" Doyoung did it again, smirking to himself when you scrunch your brows.

"Yeah," you sigh, nodding. Doyoung continues to eat you out, your hands tangling in his hair as he licks at you feverishly. His tongue flicked your clit fast, making you tug his hair a bit. "If you do that I'll cum fast," you moaned softly.

He chuckled softly, sucking your clit harshly right after.

"D-Doyoung oh my god," you whimpered, legs starting to come together. He swiftly pushed them apart, allowing you to tug his face closer to your core. Doyoung watched you with a hazy expression as you grinded on his face, hands gripping your thighs. He flattened his tongue against you, letting you grind your core. Your arousal was all over his mouth, his nose constantly nudging your clit every time you moved. Even in the dark in his office he could still see the look of absolute pleasure on your face, taking in the desperation to cum in your eyes and the way your hand trembled on the back of his head.

"I'm so close Doie," you whined softly, making the man below your chuckle softly.

"Doie?"

You paused, looking down at him with sudden alertness. "I'm sorry, if you don't like it, I-"

"No, I love it." He attached his mouth back to your core, sucking and licking at you. "I love it so fucking much."

You threw your head back, brows scrunching as the pleasure continued to build in your stomach. Your moans built higher in pitch, noises so loud the janitors on the floor below could probably hear you. Doyoung moans on your core, the vibrations on your clit driving you mad.

"Cum babygirl, cum for me."

You let go, cumming on his tongue, his lips, his face. Doyoung didn't let up though, still licking up all your release as your legs shook, trying to clamp around his head from the over stimulation. You whined loudly, the feeling of his nose nudging against your sensitive clit making you tear up. After a couple more seconds of overstimulation, Doyoung stopped, looking up at you with the most fucked out expression you've ever seen from anyone.

"Fuck," you laughed softly, "we can add head to list of things I like about you."

"Trust me I can do a lot more than just that." He rose to his feet, immediately pulling you closer to him in a heated kiss. You moaned softly, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue.

"Yeah?" You smiled against his lips, adding tongue into the kiss as you cupped his face softly. You gasp softly as you part your lips from his, looking down at his hand that was now between your legs, fingers rubbing your clit slowly.

"God you're so cute," he chuckled softly. "Cute face, cute tits, cute moans, cute pussy." His deep voice rang through your ears, adding pleasure already soaring through your body. Doyoung kissed your neck, nipping at the skin playfully as he sped up his fingers. He pulled your breast out of the fabric of your bra, enjoying the way you hid your face in his neck at your exposed state. "I'm gonna fuck this cute pussy. How does that sound?"

"Please fuck me," you whined breathlessly, brows furrowing as his mouth attached to your nipple. "I need you so bad, Doie."

Doyoung lifted himself off your body, watching you waste no time in trying to undo his belt. Your fingers fumbled, nails getting in the way of getting it off easily. Doyoung smiled to himself as you struggled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes in frustration. "Calm down, I'm not going anywhere, pretty girl," he said soothingly. He gently removed your hands from his belt, undoing it himself.

Your mouth watered, gulping as you watched him unzip his pants. Doyoung loved watching your reactions, purposely taking his time in front of your impatient disposition. He slowly pulled himself out his pants and boxers, his tip leaking precum as it hit his navel.

You jumped off the desk, running your hands down his chest as you kissed him deeply, biting his lip softly. "Need you to fuck me real good Mr. Kim," you mumbled against his lips.

"Bend over." You did as he said, holding your body up with your arms. You looked so cute to him, checking behind yourself to see when he was going to stretch you wide. You shook your hips, whining softly to him.

"Hurry," you whined. "Need you to fill me so bad."

He chuckled darkly, not bothering to grab a condom out of his wallet before he lined himself at your entrance. He rubbed his leaking tip against your clit, making you moan softly. "fuck."

"You're so wet Y/N," he muttered, marveling at the state between your legs.

"All for you." You wiggled your hips trying to create more friction, but Doyoung took the extra step of lining himself with your core. Doyoung pushed himself into you slowly with a low groan. You were almost immediately overtaken by pleasure, eyes rolling back at the feeling of him stretching you out. He thrusted into you slowly, holding your hips with a tight grip on them.

"You feel so good, shit." He kept thrusting in you, your soft moans and whimpers permeating the air around you. You hadn't even realized that you were bouncing back onto him at the same time until he stopped, wrapping a hand around your neck as he whispered in your ear. "Keep fucking yourself on my cock princess. You're doing such a good job, making your boss happy."

"Y-yes Doie, i'll make you happy," you said in a choked moan as he squeezed your neck.

"Good girl," he murmured. He let go of your neck, looking down to watch you desperately move against him. He smacked your ass firmly as you started going faster, making you halt your movements. "Did I tell you to go faster?"

"N-no," you whined softly.

He grabbed your hair, pulling it as he started fucking you slow. Deep slow strokes made you whine loudly, cunt fluttering around him. You needed to cum, you wanted to cum so badly. You need him to fuck you hard and fast, but the painfully slow pace he had going was driving you insane.

"Faster Doyoung. Please," you cried out, but all he did was let out a deep laugh.

"Pretty little thing," he mumbled. Doyoung began thrusting in you hard and fast, making your jaw drop in pleasure as you arched your back to feel him more. "You like having a older man's cock in you?"

"Yes yes, I love it Doie," you whimpered weakly. Suddenly he pulled out of you m, leaving you with the feeling of emptiness, but not for long. He turned you around, manhandling you as he lifted you by your hips, placing you on the desk. Doyoung forced you legs open, pushing himself back into you without warning.

"Fuck," he groaned through gritted teeth. Doyoung watched you, scanning your body as you laid on the desk. He lifted your legs, pushing them to your chest as he fucked you at the same pace as before. He loved the faces and noises you made, couldnt take his eyes off you. The both of you never thought you would have this much chemistry, but everything feels perfect. Doyoung is fucking you like he's been doing it for years already, your body melting into his perfectly.

You reached down, rubbing your clit to reach your high. "Keep touching yourself, just like that baby," he groaned. The grip he has on your legs got tighter as he kept going, feeling himself closer and closer to cumming.

"I'm gonna cum Doyoung," you panted, rubbing you clit harder.

Doyoung's brows furrowed at the sensation of you squeezing around him, moaning softly. "Cum baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock." His words were jumbled, slurred from all the pleasure he was taking. Doyoung moaned loudly, the feeling of you squeezing and cumming on his cock shooting through his body. Your body tensed beneath his, legs shaking as you whimpered his name over and over while cumming hard. Your lips were suddenly captured with his as he leaned down kissing your messily.

"I'm gonna cum Y/N, shit," he said on your mouth. Doyoung kept thrusting in you, making your eyes roll back form the sensitivity.

"Oh my god," you cried. Doyoung's movements became more erratic as he came closer and closer. Soon enough, doyoung was pulling out of you, cumming on your stomach, some ropes of white shooting to your chest.

Nothing but the sounds of deep breathes filled the air, the smell of sex all over the room. Your eyes were closed, so you didn't see Doyoung looking at you as if he saw an angel. He let go of your legs, wrapping an arm around the small of your back as he weakly lifted you into a seated position.

"That was…"

"Something," he finished with a small laugh. You looked at him, giving him a small smile as you sat trying to catch your breath.

"It's pretty late now I bet," he said, brushing his damp bangs back. Doyoung looked at you, then at your very naked state, covered in his cum. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

You didn't say anything, just looked at him with a tired smile. "Thank you for not cumming inside me at least."

"Why? You don't want my kid," he joked, grabbing tissues off his shelf. Doyoung handed you some tissues, letting you clean your self off as he fixed himself up.

"I'm 24. I'm not ready for kids," you laughed. You paused, looking at him through your lashes as he fastened his belt. "But I am ready for a relationship."

He smiled picking up his shirt from the floor. "Yeah?"

"Mhm," you answered.

"Well…that can be arranged," he said, fingers fumbling with his buttons. You moved his hands, looking at him as you buttoned his shirt, smirk tugging at your lips. "But are you serious about this? You're young, and I don't want you to feel obligated because you work for me."

"I don't feel obligated at all," you said calmly, carefully getting off the desk, your heels clicking with the floor. "I always liked you, and it obvious you liked me too."

He leaned against the floor to ceiling window crossing his arms as he watched you dress. Your small glances were making his heart race, something that hasn't happened since he was a teenager. He walked up to you, grabbing your hips as he kissed you deep, biting your lip softly.

"How do you usually get homw," he asked as he pulled away.

"An Uber."

"I'm I'm taking you home tonight okay," he said, making you nod. "Is that okay with you?"

"Anything you do is okay with me." Doyoung kissed your forehead, smiling to himself.

He never thought of himself as much as a lover, but maybe you'll pull it out of him. And he would love to see you try. All the years of trying to keep personal life and work separate gone to waste, but was it worth it? Hopefully, yes.

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[phantom-kicks]

Get the hell out of here, you poser!!!

I made a quick drawing of Ken as Poser because I’m procrastinating on a assignment, but I’ll take this opportunity to talk a little about his personality and reputation in my AU because I realized I haven’t done that.

Personally, I like to think of an older Ken as a mix of SEES. He spent a significant part of his upbringing with them after all. He’s got Mitsuru’s diligence, Akihiko’s discipline, Yukari’s honesty, Junpei’s goofiness, Fuuka’s kindness, Aigis’ dedication, Minato’s coolness, and Shinji’s words to live by. Although, he did develop a rather blunt attitude like his late senpai. Ken wasn’t always like that though.

Before moving to Tokyo as a second year, Ken was the polite and enthusiastic star student at Gekkoukan. Lore happens that I won’t get into right now, and Ken is now one of Shujin’s enemies. He tends to call out students or teachers that have some shit to say. How he differs from Ryuji as a punk is that he isn’t loud or aggressive, but his words don’t pull any punches.

Ken has a mixed reputation. On one hand he’s a top student and from the few people that have had the guts to ask him a question or be tutored by him, they say he’s a relaxed and polite guy. On the other hand, he’s the guy who starts arguments for no reason, goes to seedy areas at night, and gets into fights with thugs on the streets. So the rumors say.

In reality, Ken is just someone trying to get by after being put in a situation he’s not happy with at all. The punk scene makes his life livelier and exciting before he gets roped by the Thieves into their mess.

As for his goofier side I mentioned before that he’s a loser when it comes to girls, he’s a bit pretentious and vain when it comes to his punk identity and looks, and sometimes it’s obvious that he’s trying too hard to be serious. Tease him enough and that childishness will jump out :0

#ken amada #persona 3 #persona 3 fanart #persona 5 fanfiction #persona au #i spent too much time on this #seee i said I wasn’t gonna change his personality THAT much #persona 3 spoilers

[jamimix]

I JUST READ "His Daily Need" AND THE DETAIL OMG- I WAS FIGHTING THE URGE TO REQUEST THIS AND IDK IF UR REQUESTS ARE OPEN FEEL FREE TO IGNORE‼️‼️‼️😋😋😋

tighnari (if u write for him) x reader? where the reader gets stuck in vines w tighnari, and they make out? (optional) until one of the forest watchers/rangers idk what its called catches them?

ALSO U GAINED A NEW FOLLOWER 😋

Forest Vines

Sorry it took long. I couldn't stop procrastinating and the 3.1 livestream didn't help 😅 I wanted to write the optional part but I suddenly felt mortified just thinking about it (2nd-hand embarrassment iasdnisidnsd) so I tweaked it a bit. Hope that's okay?

Also, thank you @itsxenanotsena for helping me write some parts hehe

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One of the rules of being a Forest Ranger is to always be mindful of your surroundings. Tighnari has been drilling this in your head, even before when you weren't even one of them yet. And with the surge of Withering regions popping up, it was inevitable that he'd be adamant for you to do so. Unfortunately for him, you're never one to follow rules.

"Now, be careful. This area was just recently cleared of the Withering yesterday. I don't want you touching anything and then having me to save your butt again. Understood?"

You nodded at Tighnari's words, giving him an innocent smile which he returned with a defeated sigh, thinking that you probably didn't listen to a word he just said. You did listen, but it's just so fun seeing him riled up.

"Well, let's get moving you big lummox."

So why exactly are you two exploring it despite the possible danger? Simply because it's one of your duties. Just because you knew how dangerous it could be, doesn't mean that the others do. The goal was to survey the area, note if it has anything weird, dangerous, or harmful in it, if the place needed to be closed off, and see if there's any unfortunate souls that waltzed in and needs saving. Speaking of weird stuff...

"Hey, Tighnari. Is it normal for vines to move like that?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Turning around, he sees what you mean. A series of hanging vines swaying quite aggressively despite the lack of strong wind passing by. They look quite healthy with how green and thick they are. The urge to touch them swells in you. However, before you could even make a move, you were lead away by the a pair of hands on your shoulders.

"Stay here while I look into it." He says, eyes fixed on the vines. You didn't say a word, more curious at what he'll do than your discovery. You watched as he came closer to it, his ears twitching cutely in curiosity, head tilted as he's inspecting it so thoroughly with his eyes. All is well until you see his hand reach up and touching one, breaking the one rule he gave earlier.

Almost instantly, the vines jumped and wrapped around him, not giving the two of you to react anything other than a yelp, before stringing him up like a piñata.

It was quiet for a moment, the realization still sinking in, before you burst out laughing while Tighnari's face turned red, flustered and embarrassed, with his ears folded back. He then glared at you, though it wasn't effective seeing his current situation.

He tried to free himself, but moving seems to make it tangle him up even more, and for some reason, he couldn't use his dendro vision, as if the vines has the capability of making it useless.

"(Y/n), take me down from here."

"Oh? No please and thank you? And didn't you tell me not to touch anything?"

Despite your words, you drew closer, inspecting the vines, and thinking of how you could help him out. Thankfully, it didn't bring him up too high, just enough that his cute pouty face still reaches yours.

The vines itself didn't have anything to explain why it's like that, but a quick look on your surroundings, you see a Sumeru Rose glowing oh so brightly, an indication that there's a dangerous level of Leyline activity in the area. You lit up, already knowing how to deal with it.

Seeing the recognition in your face, Tighnari tried to look at what you were staring at. Too bad for him, his slight movement caused a vine to get activated and somehow made it to slap him painfully at the back of his head, forcing him to face back.

"Motherfu-"

He bit his lip to stop himself from cursing, eyes going back to you who's obviously enjoying his predicament. You could just let him off but-

"I kinda like seeing you like this." Smiling, you reached up, carefully avoiding touching any of the vines, placing your hands on his cheeks, cradling it gently, drawing little circles with your thumbs. You watch amused as his pupils dilate, before he tried shaking it off, trying to stay focused.

"I know you're kinky, but can you please keep it in the bedroom? We have to-to..."

His words trailed off as he sees your gaze go down towards his lips, his breathe then hitching, tail unconsciously wagging. And the smirk of yours didn't help at all. He knows that he should probably stop you, but his rationality flew away the moment you decided to lean in.

Instinctively, his eyes shut close, enjoying the feeling of your lips capturing his own. You gazed at him with half-lidded eyes, the smirk still on your lips as it molded itself onto Tighnari's. A hand went to caress his cheek once more, coaxing him to relax more, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the moment.

‌You went to deepen the kiss, taking a step to be a bit closer, unaware of a vine crawling on the ground like a snake. So you didn't just touch it. You stepped on it.

A squeak escapes you as you get strung up by the vines, body crashing into Tighnari's, eliciting a pained groan from him. Everything went into chaos. Up became down, left became right, and the cycle continued. You had to close your eyes, waiting and hoping for everything to stop moving, not wanting the urge of throwing up to win.

When everything finally settled, you decided to open your eyesm only to find yourself face-to-face with Tighnari who looked so done with life. The vines managed to put your bodies so close to each other that your noses are touching, wrapping the both of you together. Though, his right arm was also somewhat free, seeing as he's now using it to bring his hand into pinching your cheek.

"Are you satisfied?"

He pinched your cheek harder when you gave him a nervous chuckle as a response. But he couldn't stay mad at you. couldn't completely blame you. It was mostly his fault that this happened. With your face so close to his, there's only one thing plaguing his mind right now.

Just as you were about to speak, ready to tell him about the thing earlier, his lips met yours.

'Might as well enjoy this.' You thought as you succumb to the sweet sensation, slightly opening your lips when his tongue asked for an invite.

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Collei grew worried and anxious as you and Tighnari haven't gotten back yet nor have any of you sent news about the situation. It's protocol that, after an hour of no contact, a team will be sent out to retrieve them, which now includes her and two others.

To cover more ground, they decided to split up. And luckily, she didn't have to search much. The anxiousness she felt quickly vanished as she was quick to find the two of you, hanging on vines, resting your heads in each other's shoulder with Tighnari playing with your hair.

‌"Master? (Y/n)? Are you two okay?"

"Ah, Collei!" You greeted her with a smile to which she gave small one back. Tighnari also gave her a quick greeting before giving her instructions on what to do. She chose to ignore how puffy you and her master's lips are, didn't dare ask why you both seem out of breath, already having an inkling idea of what happened. For too many times, she even walked in while in was happening. She unfortunately has grown a bit numbed to it.

"Don't touch any of the vines, unless you want to be stuck here with us. Try using your vision on it. Just don't push yourself too hard if it doesn't work." You shake your head no at his words, making the two of them question why.

‌"No need for that. I saw a Sumeru Rose glowing brightly earlier. Collei could just activate the Purification device you made to deal with the leyline problem. The vines' weird reaction is most probably from it "

‌An irked smile was shown in Tighnari's face, his free hand wrapping around your neck, slightly putting pressure in it. If Collei weren't present, you're sure that he'd try choking you, then and there.

‌"You mean to tell me... that you knew that we could 've gone out of here an hour ago yet you chose to get and stay stuck just cause?"

‌"Oh, hush! You didn't once let me speak, and you enjoyed every second of it too."‌ Collei could only giggle before turning around to do what you told her. It was quick and easy set up. And thankfully, it was as you said.

At long last, you and Tighnari are free from the confines of the vines, and you gave Collei a soft pat on the back as a way to say 'great job!'. She started heading towards the village to report to the other rangers what had happened and you were about to follow when Tighnari grabbed you by the wrist and yanked it.

You felt another hand covering your mouth, and warm breathing on your ear. "Prepare yourself when we get back. I think someone deserves a little punishment for what they did." Tighnari whispered oh so seductively, making you shiver.

He let you go and sent you a satisfied smirk before catching up to Collei to discuss about what happened in the village while he was gone. You were left blushing and flustered, both shocked and excited for Tighnari's 'punishment' for you.

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owo

#tighnari genshin #tighnari x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #reader insert

[shrekgogurt]

Well folks. I’m on my substitute teaching grind again this week! Scheduled each day up in hopes of getting some good writing done. I did on Monday! And then proceeded to finally start reading @ninemagicks Game/Set/Match yesterday and did that every bell so uhhhhhh. Today………..well ummmmm…..yeah today I worked on chapter graphics because I’m in big procrastination mode. I want to keep riding this wave of engagement (that sounds corporate gross) but I’m also very much in my head about delivering. I should probably channel this energy into writing the chapter since such pressure is Baz’s literal arc but uhhhhhhhh why do that when I could Simon avoid. I love being mentally well!

One might say I need to find my own bravado. (more under the cut)

lol the chapter title for 13 is bravado by lorde

ok anyway

“Work In Progress Wednesday” right? That means I can talk about the progress of every part of the process? Huh? Yeah? Are you gonna stop me? TRY! TRY TO STOP ME!

Aggression aside, let’s get into it.

As previously stated on Sunday, we find ourselves at intermission. But that’s just the theatrical way of slicing up the story. The fun thing about 24 chapters (I got rid of my originally planned intermission chapter because I didn’t want to write it anymore) is that math really loves the number 24. It’s scrumptious. Yummily divisible. Ergo, IKABIKAM also has/is/will be deliciously divided. Afterall, I do keep saying I’m cooking on it.

Now, to put @alexalexinii on blast (sorry for perceiving you), they wrote in the tags of a Chapter 12 reblog: #made me realise that this fic had proper arcs? And I grinned. I cackled. I rubbed my grubby little hands together at the top of my tower as I’ve been doing this whole time because oh ARCS???????? YOU WANT ARCS???????????? I’VE GOT ARCS LYING IN WAIT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. (I love overselling myself.)

Allow me to let you in on some of the building blocks thus far.

Chapters 1, 2, 3: a complicated reunion which is shaky but ultimately sets up

Chapters 4, 5, 6: developing the friendship which is a crucial foundation for

Chapters 7, 8, 9: the gay (Baz’s increasingly more external “hi i’m gay”, Simon’s internal “oh wait me too”) which then explodes into

Chapters 10, 11, 12: all that political parent stuff that’s been hinted at in passing which is BIG relevant and incredibly intertwined in this tangled up mess that leads into the work of….

You get it. They’re mini trilogies. Don’t ask me about dividing the chapters into groups of four because I didn’t have that in mind while writing. I like threes better. Always have. Absolute banger of a prime number.

If you for some reason want to read more about the structure, I write a little more about it in this wipsday from when I was procrastinating 9.

Now, @cutestkilla keeps telling me I’m at the downward slope now but honestly delivering on what I’ve set up scares the shit out of me WAY more than the grunt work. I’m uhhhhh yeah. This is why I’m chronically unable to finish projects but by GOD I will finish this one. I swear by it.

So here are three sentences. You get to guess from who and when.

Loving him comes as naturally as breathing. It’s intuitive when I’m not thinking. Or rather, when I’m not panicking.

If you want to follow along with all the songs I’m hyperfixating on as inspiration I’ve been sharing them over on the “shrogurt” instagram. There’s nothing I love more than talking way too much about this damn fic. Thanks for reading!

And thank you for the tags today: @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @emeryhall

Now tagging: @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @dani-vc @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#as i was typing this an eighth grader started singing that jack harlow song help #wipsday #ikabikam #vainposting #Youtube

[literallythegrabber]

Yo , can you do the famous reader one but with characters ¿? Sorry if I was not clear :p

my bad, it's not ur fault I was being dumb. I'm also writing this at 3:00 am, after procrastinating for a week, so sorry for any typos in advance. enjoy!

Finney

Will probably keep his distance from u.

Will admire u from afar, kinda like how he was with Donna, just a bit more extreme since ur famous.

This boy will just stare at you from across the room. No shame whatsoever. Can't hold eye contact for shit tho, and easily flustered.

Since ur famous, I'd imagine you'd be like a child act or actress, so Finney would go to the movie theatre every Friday with Robin or Gwen to see ur movies.

(just remembered how Robin is 6 feet under rn, I'm imagining Finney carrying a pile of bones in a bucket labeled "Robin" to the movies, LMAO, anyways...)

Since he's short on cash (I headcanon he's broke af, I mean he's 13) he'll hideout in the bathroom once ur movies over, then wait for the next audience to come and watch it, then sneak into that booth so he can watch it again. Like, mf u could just go home? But he's committed to u.

When yall got together, the whole school was SHOOK, the people were pondering over yall for days.

You'd have to reassure him a lot. He gets insecure a lot by ur status and what people say.

But Robin will beat the haters up!😁

Robin

will def beat up all ur haters, whether yall are dating or not.

He'll try to act non-chalant and tough around you when he's literally freaking out the moment u walk into the room.

Imagine him just locking eyes with u while he's beating up some kid, just holding eye contact mid punch cause he thinks it makes him look cool.

And ur just like "😐".

Like I said with Finney, he'll go to the movie theatre EVERYDAY to watch ur movies instead of studying.

He just ignores doing it cause homework's for losers.

Like aren't u failing math?

U get scary dog privileges once yall start dating. He's always staring people down when they look at you for too long, he's super protective.

Yall would def be a power couple.

Bruce

He fangirls over u.

Thats it, that's all I have to say.

He ain't a stalker, but is 100% ur biggest fan.

Will flirt with u, get u small gifts, and invite u to his baseball games.

Will definitely serenade u with a guitar in the middle of the hallway, then laugh when u get embarrassed.

He brags to his friends about u all the time.

Nobody's surprised when yall start dating.

The popular boy and the movie star, it was a match made in heaven.

Like with Robin, yall would be a power couple.

Vance

He's literally ur biggest hater, polar opposite of Bruce.

He doesn't really hate u, he's just trying to deny his feelings for u by becoming ur mortal enemy.

He's trying to convince himself he doesn't like you, even tho he thinks about u (and pinball) all day.

Teases u, calls u names, goes out of his way to ruin ur day, he's honestly a menace.

"Vance! Did you see y/n's new movie? It's so cool!" "She looks like a seahorse be fr." "😟"

Vance is just insecure, with his dirty reputation, it's hard for him to believe someone like you would want someone like him.

He's unsure of how to process his emotions correctly, so he just bottles them up. Then imagine yall get into an argument, then all his pent-up feelings come pouring out in an aggressive confession, then yall get together.

The world was SHOOK, again.

Nobody could connect the dots, the goofy "bad boy" dating the movie star? Nobody predicted it.

He keeps his affection under the radar, wouldn't want to ruin his reputation.

He claims ur turning him into a "softie", but he's totally whipped for u.

Scary dog privileges, too.

#the black phone x reader #the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano x reader #finney blake x reader #bruce yamada x reader #vance hopper x reader

[ofrolysdogs]

a short and drafted feitan face fuck scenario

so, I left this in my notes for a few days, procrastinating on continuing it, and I wanted to share a little piece of the smut that took place, while I was proofreading I decided to continue it a bit by adding some things to my liking since it was originally a rushed project.

(this is originally a polygamous trouble trio x fem!reader thingy which is why shalnark is mentioned to have face fucked you before.)

things you'll expect; punishment scenario (reader had hit him over the head with something in a fit of rage) face fucking, dirty talking, face slapping , reader is somewhat of a masochist, feitan's dogshit grammar because I think it's SOOO cute (also anything in bold is him using his native language.)

MINORS DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT

"Please, Fei, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

Cut off by the seventh hard smack to the face, a part your hair was held tightly in Feitan's grip, your cheeks were now swollen from the hits you received.

"The only sorry... is you taking your punishment...." You heard him say to you, you could tell, he enjoyed what was happening to you, seeing you at his mercy after attacking him.

"Such a slutty girl you are..." His native language had came out, you couldn't understand what he was saying to you, but you know it was something vile. "You must not know who I am, you stupid, stupid bitch."

Another smack to the face, that proved to be the last one as he yanked you by your hair to order you to move to your bed, you tried by getting up on your feet but he pulled your hair back to where you'll get back down on the floor, landing on your bottom.

"Crawl."

"Um, Fei, are you done?" You heard Shalnark's voice, he peaked his head through the crack of your room door.

"Not yet." Feitan responded. "Shut door."

Shalnark shrugs and closes the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone again.

Feitan let's go of your hair, more like him throwing it out of his grasp, he goes down to his sweatpants and pulls them down to where only his boxers, then, his hardened cock can show. Giving himself a few good pumps, he grabs the hair from the back of your head and pulls you forward to where your lips can touch his tip.

You rolled your eyes, not opening your lips for him, looking up at him with innocent doe eyes hidden away by a slight tinge of disobedience.

Feitan squints his eyes at you in disappointment, he knocks you upside the head with his fist, ringing a knocking sound effect coming from the side of your head, at this, you let out a weep of pain.

"Open your mouth, slut."

You obediently opened your mouth which leads him to shoving it down your throat without warning, he holds your head down for a few seconds until he pulls your hair to shoot your head back up, making you gasp as strings of saliva surround his cock.

Pause, he just got an idea.

Not too long ago, two weeks prior to be exact, he accidentally walked in on Shalnark face fucking you with your head hanging off the bed and him ramming himself into your throat, as you rubbed your clit, looking down at you......

"Get on bed, now." He says, his voice was more aggressive than usual, you can actually hear his voice from his usual whispers.

You climbed on top of your bed quickly, waiting for his next order.

"Lay down on your back, horizontally."

You did exactly what he had, your head was now hanging off the bed like that following two weeks.

Knowing exactly what he wanted, you opened your mouth for his cock to slide back into you, travelling through your throat, he noticed the bulge poking through your neck, not caring for your choking sounds he'd normally get off to.

It drove him almost mad.

As he started to fuck your face slowly, he traced his fingers around the bulge, admiring how beautiful it looks, he mumbled something in his language, and after a bit of time, he begins to move faster, pushing himself out of you every now and then so you can breathe.

With each thrust, you choked, moaned, and gagged, every now and again a part of you was slapped, your face, your tits, your upper chest, wherever he could get his hands on, he degraded you in both English and his own, this is exactly what you needed, it had been some time since you got fucked like this, since you had a powerful orgasm, since you've been reminded how you're an obedient fuck toy.

His thrusts started to move more sloppy, until ropes of his cum paint your walls white, he pulls out letting you breathe again, sitting up, your thick strings of saliva were on your face and hair, knowing you would have to shower to get it out after this is all over.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #feitan #feitan smut #feitan portor #feitan x reader #feitan porter x reader #feitan x you #feitan x y/n #feitan x reader smut

[greta-flanveet]

easter bunny d.w.

Summary: You and Danny celebrate Easter with your family.

Warnings: fluff, dad!Danny, some kissing

Word Count: 809

A/N: This is the first thing I've written in a really long time, almost a year probably. Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

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You were tying a ribbon on a green, Dino covered Easter basket when a loud crinkle ripped through your bedroom. Turning to Danny, you tried to shush him through your own giggles. He had unwrapped one of the small toys a little too aggressively, causing your focused silence to be interrupted. Unfortunately, your urgency for quiet only made him laugh harder.

"Danny it's..." You checked the time. "10 p.m. and the kids are trying to sleep!" You whispered.

He rolled his eyes and handed the last Easter basket to you. Smiling, you tied the handle with a big ribbon and sighed. The two of you decided to procrastinate on putting together baskets this year and, by some miracle, were able to finish before the big day. Danny dramatically collapsed onto the carpet and wiped the imaginary sweat from his brow.

"I wish I'd known you were a drill sergeant when I married you, honey." He teased, making you both snort out stifled laughter.

"Shut up." You denied. Danny had a point, though. When it came to anything revolving around gifts or holiday surprises, you were a bit of a perfectionist. You tried not to be difficult and, despite his teasing, Danny was always eager to help you make things special for your kids.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, admiring your work or staring at the ceiling before you rolled over to look at your husband.

"Baby?" You whispered.

"Yes, my love." Danny said, biting back another laugh.

"Stop it," you teased. "Do you want to hide the baskets?"

"Sure." He said, grabbing your face and giving you a kiss. "I'll be right back!"

Danny disappeared with the three baskets and tiptoed through the halls. When he returned about five minutes later, he had a big smile on his face. You had cleaned up the trash and made your way into bed for the night. Danny quietly shut the door and flopped down next to you.

"Thank you for the help, baby." You said, turning off the lights.

"You're welcome. I can't wait to see their excitement in the morning." He sighed out, pulling you to his body.

Soon enough, you were both fast asleep, snoring and awaiting the sound of your kids waking you up.

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The next morning, you were woken up by your son excitedly shaking you awake.

"Mommy!" he called, rubbing your arm.

"Hmmm?" You mumbled, still half asleep.

"The Easter Bunny came!" Just as you opened your eyes, you saw his little hands balled up into excited fists. Your heart swelled.

"Oh my gosh!" You said excitedly. "We should tell daddy, don't you think?"

Rolling over, you nudged Danny. He wouldn't budge.

"Okay, bubba, I think you need to try. Daddy is sleeping like a log." You watched as your son practically sprinted to his side of the bed, vibrating with joy.

"Dad! Daddy." He rubbed Danny's arm as well, slowly waking him up.

"What's up, dude." Danny groaned, stretching out his arms.

"The Easter Bunny came!" Danny's eyes lit up and he turned to you, beaming.

"Did he really?" He smiled. Your son nodded and Danny got out of bed. "We should help your sisters find their baskets, don't you think?" He asked, following your son into the hallway.

You got out of bed soon after, watching as Danny helped the kids hunt for their baskets as if he hadn't hidden them the night before. Your kids sat down with their baskets, comparing toys and trading candy while you and Danny worked on breakfast in the kitchen.

"Baby, they're so excited." You sighed. You watched Danny smile as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

"What can I say? I'm a genius." He joked, kissing your forehead.

"Don't forget who helped you last night." You joked back, kissing his cheek.

"Ew! Mommy kissed Daddy on the cheek!" Your oldest girl shouted, crunching up her face.

"Just wait until you're all mommies and daddies, then it won't be gross any more!" Said Danny, laughing.

The kids went back to playing and the two of you finished cooking and set the table. You made everyone's plates and started brewing coffee for Danny and yourself. Danny returned from finishing the table and cornered you by the coffee machine.

"What?" You asked, wrapping your hands around the back for his neck.

"I'm so grateful for our little family." He said. "I'm grateful for you."

"Danny," you whispered. "You are the best dad to these kids. This morning wouldn't have been so magical for them without you."

He blushed and leaned down, kissing your nose and then your lips.

"I love you." You said as he pulled you in for a tight hug.

"I love you more." Danny whispered, kissing you again before you both watched your kids eat their breakfasts together.

#danny wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner imagine #danny gvf imagine #danny wagner fluff #danny gvf fluff #danny wagner fic #danny gvf fic #greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet imagine #gvf imagine #greta van fleet fluff #gvf fluff #greta van fleet fic #gvf fic #imagine #fluff #fic

[sweetswesf]

Hey, hey fam.

These past few weeks I have been onboarding. I let my insecurities get the best of me and didn’t want to take on an assignment early. I was dealing with some imposter syndrome and feeling the weight of being the new person. I felt like all eyes were on this little Black girl and wondering what she was going to do. I wanted to get better acclimated with my new environment and such, but also I was fearful. I’m glad I did take my time though. I extended my onboarding as much as I could and finally got started on my project last week. At first it all felt impossible, especially since my manager set an extremely aggressive timeline for it all (1-2 weeks). My teammates who I consulted about the project all told me it would take AT LEAST 3 weeks. I chatted with my mentor who I’ve mentioned to y’all who has never left my side about my fear and he suggested I ask exactly what I need to do. That encouraged me. It reminded me that I’m not even EXPECTED to know every step. Although I didn’t reach out to ask this, God heard me and a few people reached out directly with resources and help. They knew I was assigned this project and they reached out to part some wisdom and offer their continued support going forward. There was a moment when I couldn’t procrastinate anymore and I had to dive into things (a new language, a new code base, a weird interface, tangled code). I prayed to God to get me through and I felt him saying: one thing at a time. And I’m glad I did…I took one step at a time and soon things started to make sense. After a lot of time invested, I gained some confidence back and started to understand things. I made some code changes and made more progress than I thought. It’s all because I tried to face fear head on. I reminded myself that if God put me in this role, he wasn’t going to rip it away from me. He is with me at every point. If you aren’t convinced He exists, I hope you consider it, because if not for trusting Him, I wouldn’t have this praise report. I’ve written all my coding steps out in my tech spect. My team loves it! So much so, that my manager called my colleague and I his favorites on a call with the rest of the team! That was not appropriate, and made me feel like a target is now on my back from my team, but I was absolutely flattered. Some even DM’d me sharing their praise.

I felt so good I even took a work break and didn’t work after work for the first time in such a long time. I REALLY want to do well. I prayed to excel on the team quickly and I pray that is in God’s plan. I’m so used to struggling on my team no matter how agonizing it was. What was holding me back, no matter my prayers, was my fear and my inability to try as hard as I could. I want to try really hard, and I believe I can shock even myself, and that things will all turn out to be better than I expect, as long as I believe in God, pray for it, fight fear, imagine the best outcome, stop worrying, and trust HIM.

I thank God that He’s disciplined me. I want to also find balance. I haven’t worked out in a while just putting all my focus into delivering early, but I will pray for God’s help to make it a priority.

I pray yall are encouraged to fight fear and work for your wildest dreams as well.

On TOP of that, I work closely with a guy I think is kinda cute! Funny thing: my HRBP referred me to him, I reached out, he was kind, turns out were from the same city, he shared what he was working on, offered to meet with me 1:1 regularly going forward, we got paired in the same working group on our department’s offsite the next week, and then I ended up getting assigned to the project that works closely with what he is building! He doesn’t work in my office but is visiting soon and asked if I wanted to do lunch and whiteboard. I’m looking forward to it! I forget how to eat like a human when I eat in front of someone I like, so I’m going to try hard not to look like a weirdo! He has a girlfriend AND I am not going to entertain relationships nor romance with a colleague. I’ve learned from my past. I’m not even sure if I really like him or if I’m just THIRSTY. Ya girl has been deprived of male courtship for a while lol.

Anywho, I’m super grateful to God and things are going well. I have to stop bracing for impact and just continue to always expect for things to go well and know that if they don’t, it’s for a reason and God has a master plan. God bless yall.

#software engineering #san francisco #silicon valley #coding #women in tech #black in tech #tech #black women in tech #Java #codeblr #christianity #jesus

[vodkacranberrywitch]

Harry Styles Mommy and Daddy Issues

Sorry for the break but the thought of doing a reading on him again made me procrastinate.

Harry's relationship with his mom: The chariot rx, 9 of wands rx, Queen of swords rx, the lovers. Why did I know the lovers was going to come out. The chariot upright is like forward moving energy in a relationship. This being rx is like the energy being halted or being reversed. This card is also about travel. Harry may not spend a lot of time with his mother or go out of his way to see or talk to her enough. He could be avoiding her, I will look into that later. With 9 of wands rx, he may feel like he has to watch what he says around her. There's an energy of him not feeling comfortable or confident in himself around her. Interesting. With Queen of swords rx, he might see her as someone who is very black and white. Someone who might say things without thinking that can hurt his feelings. Someone who can be critical and brutal at times. However, we did get the lovers. He feels very close to her and trusts her, even if he feels like he can't be completely honest (9 of wands rx). There may be an energy of codependency.

Why is Harry avoiding or being lazy in his relationship with his mom - Strength rx and Queen of Wands rx. She can be judgy and motherly. She is trying to tame him and push him into the next phase of his life and he isn't ready for that. She can be passive aggressive with him and critical.

So far I'm not getting anything that is too uncommon in a mother-child relationship lol.

What are some traits or behaviors Harry picked up from his mom in childhood - ace of swords rx, queen of cups, 4 of wands. Aww. Okay, let's start with the bad one, his mom taught him to communicate poorly. I'm getting that his mom taught him to communicate in a passive aggressive way as I am looking back to the Queen of wands. She may have even taught him to be critical of himself and others at times. Another behavior she taught him was how to adapt to change. She taught him how to be social and how to enjoy and value people and success. With Queen of Cups, she taught him how to be empathetic and how to make people feel good and cared about.

Harry's relationship with his dad: 10 of cups, the hierophant, and the star rx. He is really close to his dad. He feels cherished by him and enjoys him a lot. 10 of cups is like the family card, so his dad is definitely a stable, trusted force for him. With the hierophant, he feels like his dad is extremely wise. He may go to his dad for advice over his mother. He looks up to his dad and may strive to be like him or they may share similar traits as this card is like a passing down of traditions. With the star, I'm getting that he feels like his dad isn't using him for attention and perks. Harry may also fear his dad a little bit, but this is also related to respect. He sees him as a marvel of some kind.

What are some traits of behaviors Harry picked up from his dad in childhood - 8 of pentacles, 10 of swords, 9 of cups. His dad taught him how to be a hustler and ruthless. His dad taught him how to get what he wants at all costs but also how to enjoy his success. His dad also taught him how to be a hard worker. Maybe he saw his dad do these things growing up and he respected that. His dad at some point in his childhood abandoned him or betrayed him, however, Harry didn't see this coming. This taught Harry that relationships can end abruptly. This may give him some anxiety in relationships as he is scared of experiencing this again.

How does Harry's parents' divorce affect him today - the world, 5 of wands rx, the high priestess. First of all, his parents' divorce has caused him to struggle with trust in others. Along with this, it has caused him to repress his feelings in order to avoid confrontation. His parents' divorce taught him to always plan for the future. He may find stability and peace in having a backup plan or knowing that failure isn't the end. If something fails, there's always another chance or another opportunity. I wanna say this ties into his detachment issues.

In summary, his mommy and daddy issues are centered around a lack of trust in others, a lack of confrontation, repressing feelings, and detachment.

Hope you guys enjoyed this! Let me know if you have any questions.

Requests are closed. As always, these readings are alleged and for entertainment purposes only.

#celeb tarot #harry styles #harry styles tarot #tarot reading

[theobsessiveloser18]

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Y/n's Headcanons...

•You don't know if the slightest possibility of being pregnant crossed your mind, all your life you had been a little irregular for more than 20 years of life.

•You wouldn't have thought about getting tested until you Uninhibited friend found out about your long delay and practically threw you at the pharmacy counter

•You had the solution but you had not implemented it,First, you were too busy to bother remembering, second, you were too good at procrastinating to bother doing it, and third, but not most important, you were always Accompanied by your family, friends, neighbors and mostly your boyfriend (the possible person responsible for your 2-month delay).Because of so much neglect, the test ended up being lost, and there was no case, you had no idea where it could be, so you took the easy path of life, you bought another one (If someone came across Clumsily with the thing, you hoped it wouldn't be traumatized)You came back with some things from the market and of course the reason why you left but oh!! Surprise,surprise you hubby, He was collapsed on the couch with his faithful and according to your suspicions True love: banquet coors

“Hey”

“Why so surprised to see me hot baby?It's not like i just a repressed sexual pervert who spends his time spying on engaged women and found your window open.”You laughed internally.

“I just didn't expect that breakfast Where larusso with Amanda cutting through his 'true repressed sexual tension' would last so short. It didn't end in a fight, did it?”

“Not only did they forget that they had a commitment at some of their crappy clubs, Rich shit” You smiled at the irony

“Sure act like you've never been one of them”

“Hey! I went to those shit out of obligation... And I already told you that it's not fun to relate to Daniela that way.”

“I'm sorry, I'm just saying what all of us who don't have vision problems notice” he throwing a empty fast food package at you outside the Pellet “Fine, fine, I'm really sorry, I forgot that my Texan cowboy grandpa doesn't like that kind of jokes,Inappropriate especially in the sight of God”It was his turn to laugh “...but I thank you for not throwing me away this time A bowl”

“It was plastic...and now that I remember, I had been drunk for 3 days!!!” He said quite seriously, which surprised you, but you had already started playing and you never knew exactly when it was time to stop.

“It's not an excuse, I try to convince my family that I'm not in a toxic relationship, but these little parts don't help”

“ Man, you know I could never hurt you and still be alive” He sounded quite distressed, and you felt really bad about your inability to think before speaking, wondering if you had touched on some painful point in his past, you quickly apologized, hugging him,Assuring that it was just one of your bad jokes, he seemed to relax “we're fine?”

“You know the answer significant other”

You kiss him, and they smiled before you entered the ultimate mission without your man having any idea.

“Do you disappear so quickly? A nervous smile appeared on your face, you tried to act calm but you were really not good at this.

“You know, there is a lot to do”

“Shap I help you?”

“No!" You responded too quickly and aggressively, managing to scare him. “No, you would miss the game.”

He simply nodded, took a sip of his beer and returned. As you leaned back on the couch, you sighed in relief, hoping that he wouldn't listen to you, and being grateful that he would respect your decisions, especially when he knew that you weren't being entirely sincere or trustworthy.You would say it was trust, but maybe he was just afraid of being too annoying and losing you, he still had his insecurities, and you just hoped that your intentions to show how much you loved him would work.

After a few seconds you went up to the bathroom with your heart about to stop, wondering if they would still fine after you got answers.

Half an hour had already passed, and Johnny was watching the end of the game, when your curses, too loud, made him jump out of his chair.“what fucking demons, y/n you're okay?”At your silence, he ran towards the hallway, but before he could go up the stairs, you got off them, looking like you were going to kill someone.

You head to the refrigerator ignoring his presence“Do you have a knife hidden in the refrigerator to kill me?” If a murder was what he wanted to see, surely your look would have been enough for him.

“I'm sorry, Miss Sensitivity, I was just making one of your bad-inappropriate jokes, and as usually happens to you, they don't work...so you want to talk?” You threw the test at him while taking out a large bottle of orange juice.

“what the hell is that”

“don't touch it so much,it has a little pee”He looked at you a little strange but he kept looking at it trying to understand how it was supposed to work, he even shook it.”

“How will you explain to a very young child How people are born ?”You asked, lunging at an abandoned package of cookies you found in your fridge.

“Well, would I would tell them that...wait a damn second, is there a damn relationship between this and that?” I asked alarmed, pointing at you.

“Of course there are bees and flowers.” You responded with a naturalness unrelated to the situation.

“what the heck is wrong with you dude?”

“Okay, 2 months ago my body is forgetting a very important and constant part of its routine, so maybe in another 2 months I will be a little fatter than usual, and maybe you have something to do with that,I made it lighter chicken pie?”

He remained almost paralyzed, barely blinking and finding the strength to breathe, your insensitive state prevented you from worrying, due to the lack of his banquet coors, you offered him your new bottle of Red wine, which he hated

“Believe me buddy, it will help you” He took half of it in one sip,You sat on the couch, and found yourself with a barely bitten hamburger. “Do you mind if I finish it?”He quickly denied, “Thank you…drunker, but generous, I have always told my family.” You commented carelessly, he still didn't recover, he gave you a few minutes to eat.

“So... What are we going to do... I mean... what's going to happen to...?”

“the baby, I'm having it”

“rigth”It was the only thing he could say.

“Even so, sometimes the tests come out bad, I may not be pregnant, I will do another one later and it makes you feel better, I could go for a blood test, those never fail.” he walked from one side to the other, he stayed still, he didn't know where to look, he didn't touch the wine bottle again, he looked at the test from time to time

“Look, Johnny, you shouldn't worry, I can handle this” you commented, rubbing your belly

“I have no doubt about that, I know who my women is” You smiled a little at him but he wasn’t done yet “I don't worry about you, I know that even if you claimed you could handle it, you would have company...it's just that

...

“I would like to be part of that company, I would like to be the biggest supporter, I want to be the most involved, maybe... even of the two”

This time you were left speechless and breathless, You couldn't blush naturally, but if you could you would be a mutant tomato right now, you had fallen a little more in love.

“There are many things that I have done wrong and others that I simply have not solved, and the baby should not be an excuse to forget everything I have done and what I have not done, but I want it to be a kick to this Fuckin’ curse I’ve established my whole life, I want to stop ruining things,For Robby, for Miguel, for Sharon, and especially for you, I want to be there and do this right.”The shine in your eyes almost managed to distract him, but this time he was determined to say what he really felt "unless of course it makes you uncomfortable?"

“I would never throw you out of this Johnny, I only made the way for you if You would like to leave”

“Well, I don't want to leave."

"So we're in this together." You stood up and extended your arms and he came up to hug you.

"I don't have the slightest experience, so let's learn together."

"You're going to have to Be patient with me” you laughed

“and you with me” when he separated, he took the test again

“So there are 2 babies huh”

“Why would they be!?”

“Two lines”

“Johnny that means positive, that is, there is a baby, the amount is discovered in an examination with a doctor, and a device” he seemed to understand, but you were confused and you took your phone

"What are you doing?"

“I don't remember if 2 lines is positive or negative” he laughed until he cried

“Yes we will definitely have a lot of fun”

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence head canons #johnny lawrence x reader #cobra kai imagine #seasons cobra kai #cobra kai #johnny lawrence x y/n

[xxlady-lunaxx]

The sun and its shine | {YoriiUta}

Theme: Fluff

Note: READ THE SCREENSHOT IF YOU WANT INFO OF THIS BC I AIN'T EXPLAINING SO DON'T BE SURPRISED. /j

MODERN AU

slight KokuZan ofc 💀

procrastination>>> 

/j

also this is kinda rlly fast moving along bc it's a oneshot so... sorry bout that

"Yoriichi, do we have a project?" Michikatsu asked, looking tired as hell as he trudged down the stairs alongside his twin brother.

"Yes, why?" Yoriichi said. This time it was a History project. They were supposed to make an artistic representation of one of the World Wars for a reason nobody understood since they'd just been on the topic of something completely different. 

"Wait, we do? When is it due?" Michikatsu said, suddenly looking wide awake.

His brother laughed. "In a week. Do you even know who you're working with?"

"Uhm... Sumi'?" he asked uncertainly. 

"Yes, Sumiyoshi already started it for you I think."

"Oh. Great! Who's your partner?" Michikatsu asked, grabbing a bowl from the kitchen and searching the fridge for some food.

"Uhm... the girl who sits next to me always? I don't know if you know her. Her name is Uta." Yoriichi paused. "Ah, I need her contact number."

"Why, you gonna ask her out?" his brother teased, plopping down on a chair.

"No!" Yoriichi said, flushing. "I need to be able to speak to her about the project. I forgot we still didn't have each other's number's though we often work together."

"Yeah, how the hell do you do that then?"

"We just do it at school, like staying a bit later or going there early?" he said, chomping his bread rather aggressively in attempt to hide his embarrassment.

"Boringgg, how could you go to—... Wait is that why sometimes I wake up an hour late for school and you're not there??" Michikatsu said, a sudden thought striking him. "You dump me for detention to go on a book date with your girlfriend?!"

"We're not dating!! And I did wake you up but you always go back to sleep later!!" Yoriichi said, huffing. "Are Muichiro and Yuichiro awake yet? We need to drop them off to their school before we go." 

Michikatsu rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine, whatever." He left his bowl on the table and traipsed up the stairs shouting, "MUI AND YUI GET YOUR ASSES UP IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL!!"

×××

"Good morning," Yoriichi said, nodding towards Uta who gave him her usual cheery smile as they sat down, waiting for the class to start.

"Good morning! How are you today?" she asked, lifting her bag and placing it on her lap, rummaging through it. 

"I'm well, and you?" he said, turning his gaze to the front of the room which was full of students filing inside. 

"I'm okay. Can we work on the project at lunch, maybe? I have something after school," Uta said, taking out her notebook and giving him another bright smile. 

"Of course. Oh! And about that, I wanted to ask if we... could exchange numbers? We could more easily contact each other then," Yoriichi said nervously, unsure what she would say.

"Oh, sure! Ah, let me find my phone," she said, laughing and going back to searching through her bag.

"Alright," he said, taking out his own and waiting.

×××

Lunch period and everyone was filing into the cafeteria, lively chatter filling the air. (y'all guess what idk how middle school or high school is like irl except from books i've read ;-;)

Yoriichi stayed behind in class, waiting for Uta to finish packing her things.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Mhm!" She stood and the two walked to the library.

On their way there, they bumped into Muzan, who was Michikatsu's boyfriend. 

"Oh, hello," Yoriichi said, nodding in acknowledgement.

"Hi." Muzan turned to Uta and stage-whispered, "Who is that? Your boyfriend?"

Yoriichi flushed. Why was it that people kept saying that?? 

Uta only laughed though. "No, he's not. We're only going to do a project in the library."

"But it's lunch time?" Muzan whined. 

"You go eat with your boyfriend!" Uta said, sighing. "Where is he anywho?"

Muzan pointed to behind them were Michikatsu was walking down the hall.

The two turned. 

"Oh, there you are," Michikatsu said, directing this to Muzan. "Let's go eat lunch. We can leave these two to their book party now."

Yoriichi sighed. "Don't cause any trouble." 

"No promises!" Michikatsu said, saluting the two and dragging Muzan away with a wink.

"...Okay, let's go to the library now," Yoriichi said, rolling his eyes at his brother.

"Alright!" Uta said cheerfully, not seeming bothered at all by this.

"You know Muzan then?" he asked as they made their way down the hall. 

"Yep! We've known each other for, like... since we were little," Uta said, turning a corner.

"Oh? Have you met my brother before?" Yoriichi inquired, tilting his head curiously in her direction.

"I've heard of him from Muzan here and there. We never really 'met', only just seen each other or spoken when he goes to steal Muzan," she said, laughing. "Have you got the part of the project you've done so far?"

"Yes, it's in my bag," he said, patting his bag.

"Mkay! Well, we're here now. Hmm... Do you suppose we should look at more of the books?"

×××

It was getting late and Yoriichi trudged through the halls of the school, having stayed back to wait for Michikatsu who was in detention—who wouldn't say why he got it. 

Finally—finally—Michikatsu met his brother in the hall, an annoyed look written all over his face.

"I'm finally out!" he whined. 

"Yeah, you wouldn't be in there if you hadn't gotten yourself in trouble again," Yoriichi said, sighing. 

"Not my fault you're such a goody-two-shoes," Michikatsu huffed. 

"You're the one who insists on making a lot of trouble... Shall we go now?"

"Yeah, okay."

As they walked home, Michikatsu recounted his day. At one point they'd decided to tell each other how their days went as they went home and it became a sort of tradition between the two.

"And... then I had detention and Prof. Urokodaki was being real strict again. What about you?" Michikatsu concluded, turning to his brother with a grin.

"Me? I mostly went to my classes and did my project with Uta," Yoriichi said. "Nothing quite so eventful about my day."

"Oh, Uta? Right. She and Muzan are friends," Michikatsu noted, walking backwards to look at his brother while he spoke. "Yorii'?"

"Hm?"

"Do you like Uta?"

Yoriichi spluttered and nearly tripped onto Michikatsu. "What? She's my friend! So, no, not like how you're implying," he said, flushed. 

"But your face is literally redder than Muzan's eyes right now," Michikatsu said, poising his hands on his hips. "You do like her!"

"I do not!" He didn't, did he?

"Yes you do! You always look so happy when you talk about her," he said, jabbing a finger at Yoriichi's chest. "Just admit it!"

"I... I do not like her like that," Yoriichi mumbled. "Let's go home now. We're only a few blocks away," he said, moving quickly around his brother and dashing off. 

×××

"Muzan!! I have something to tell you," Michikatsu hissed into his phone, glancing at his door. 

"Hm? What is it, my love?" Muzan asked curiously.

"Yoriichi likes Uta!! It's so obvious but he keeps denying it. Anyways, you know Uta, do you know if she likes anyone?" Michikatsu said quickly, lowering his voice. 

There was silence for a second before Muzan burst into laughter. 

"What??"

"Uta was just telling me she had a crush," Muzan explained. "She said he asked for her number so they could work on their school project together or something and she went on gushing about how happy she was."

"...Yeah that's probably Yorii' then," Michikatsu said. He flopped down on his bed, his eyes still keeping a close watch on the door. He and Yoriichi shared a room, as did Muichiro and Yuichiro, so he had to be careful. Yoriichi was currently helping their younger brothers with their homework, though, so they had a little time.

"Mhm. Want to do something about it?" 

"What do you mean?" he asked, hearing the smirk in Muzan's voice.

"Let's set them up. Ooh! We could invite them to go on a walk and coincidentally run into each other and then I'll steal you and we'll spy on them," Muzan said.

"Alrighty. When do we go? It's literally the middle of the week," Michikatsu pointed out. 

"Yeah, uhm, how about tomorrow? Wednesdays we have less class time, so we can go in the evening?" Muzan suggested.

"Great! Text me the place and I'll tell Yoriichi to go with me there for a bit."

×××

"We rarely go on walks now, it's so nice to be out just... like this!" Uta commented, smiling as she skipped along the path.

"Yeah," Muzan said, his mind on the fact that they had to be at the park in less than two minutes and they were still fifteen minutes away from it. "I'll race you there!!" he said, dashing off.

"Hey!!" Uta whined, running after him.

They got to the park, tired as hell, but they were there. A bit late, though.

Muzan spotted Michikatsu looking confused at the tree they'd said they would meet at and pointed there. 

"Uta, look! It's Michi and Yoriichi," he said, pulling her there.

"I'm still tireddd," Uta pouted, but followed him. 

"Oh! Funny to see you here," Michikatsu said, looking relieved. 

I'm sorry we're late, Muzan mouthed.

Michikatsu shrugged. 

"Yeah!!" Uta agreed to Michikatsu's previous statement. "What're you two doing here?"

"Walking. Muichiro and Yuichiro wanted to come here," Michikatsu lied, pointing to his two youngest brothers who were climbing on top of the swing structure... 

"Oh! They're so grown up," Uta said, her eyes sparkling.

Yoriichi agreed.

Michikatsu and Muzan's eyes met and the two seemed to be trying to tel each other the same thing before they made loud excuses to go check on Yuichiro and Muichiro to make sure they didn't fall and break their heads.

"Hmm, hello, Yoriichi!" Uta said cheerfully.

"Hello," he said, nodding at her with a nervous smile. 

"It's really pretty this evening, right?" she said, moving her hands in a wide motion in front of her as if she were displaying a work of art.

"Yes, the sunset is beautiful," Yoriichi murmured. Like Uta. She was beautiful too. 

"Do you like walking outside?" she asked, turning to look at him.

"It's nice. I like the air when it's a little colder, makes you feel... alive," he commented, nodding. 

"Ohh, yeah!! It's nice for a little breeze anyways. When it's warmer I get drowsier," Uta said, tapping her chin. "Your brother is very lively, you know. He's always getting into trouble."

"Mhm." Yoriichi averted his eyes. Did she like livelier people? He had never been like Michikatsu, able to jump from one person to another. He'd always been quiet and on the shyer side, afraid to speak up unless it was important or amongst people he knew and trusted.

"You seem to be a lot better at keeping calmer though!" Uta said, smiling. "You're also lots more relaxed, I think."

Yoriichi looked up. "Oh..! Thank you?" he said quietly.

She nodded. "Mhm! I can never keep too quiet and I'm too energetic. Someone told me they would tape my mouth shut if I kept talking but then Muzan told them that he would tape them to an electricity pole in the middle of a tornado and they shut up," she said, laughing. "He's too harsh but he means well."

Yoriichi raised an eyebrow. People didn't like her energy? "I... I admire your energeticness. I never know how to be that social so... I keep quieter. You have a friendly quality to yourself that I find comforting," he said, offering her a smile.

Uta stared at him for a long moment and he felt like he'd said something wrong before she tilted her head and gave him a shy smile. "I... Thank you. No one really tells me that. I only konw that they like talking to me if they don't leave," she said, laughing nervously. 

"Really? I would've expected more people to compliment you..." he said, trailing off when he realized what he just said. He flushed and turned away. "Uhm... Let's go check on my brothers and Muzan. Make sure they're not causing chaos?"

Uta nodded, her smile growing and her cheeks tinted pink. 

×××

Over the course of the next few weeks, Michikatsu and Muzan continued finding excuses (to not make this so detailed/j) bring Yoriichi and Uta closer together, making up random things so they have to leave them alone together or inviting them over only for Yoriichi and Uta to third-wheel them, eventually going to a different room to talk. 

Somehow, neither Yoriichi nor Uta caught on with these antics no matter how obvious they were. It couldn't be more conspicious and yet Michikatsu and Muzan still managed to get by all of this with everyone but the two victim's noticing.

And finally, their work paid off.

Because they were seriously running out of ideas.

"Alright, we'll leave a note to them asking to meet at the café, right? Then... pretend Yoriichi and Uta sent them to each other, I guess?" Michikatsu said, listing it out in his head.

"Right. There's another place across the street from it we can go to to watch them," Muzan said. 

"Okay! It's settled."

×××

"Uta?" Yoriichi said, surprised to actually see her there. He'd recognised her handwriting—although it looked a bit messier than usual—and had come here to meet her.

"Hi! You... wanted to meet me?" Uta said, smiling.

"Oh! I thought you wanted to see me."

They stared at each other for a second then glanced at the café they stood in front of.

×××

Inside the café, it was very noisy and they struggled to find a place to sit after ordering their drinks.

"Soo, how're you?" Yoriichi asked, tapping the table mindlessly, unsure what to say.

"I'm fine! It's such a nice day out, no?" Uta commented, her voice ringing much clearer through the noisy din. 

"Mhm."

They waited a bit, their minds both on the fact that this might as well be a date.

Then, quite simutaneously, they said, "Can I tell you something?"

They started at each other for a second and then Uta laughed, causing a smile to spread on Yoriichi's face. 

"You can go first," he said gently.

"We can say it at the same time?" she suggested.

Yoriichi didn't know how they would hear each other then, but he agreed. 

"On the count of three," Uta said. "One, two three."

"I think I like you," Yoriichi said at the same time Uta said, "I like you."

They blinked.

Flushed, Uta said quickly, "Y...You do?"

"Yes..." Yoriichi mumbled. "V...Very much so." His cheeks were a blotchy pink and both of them averted their eyes, unsure what to say.

"Uhm... Do you want to go out?" Uta asked nervously.

"I... I would!" Yoriichi said, his eyes shining much like hers did quite often. 

She laughed. "I'm so happy!"

"Me too," he said. "Me too."

{Word count: 2475}

WAHHAHSHA THEY'RE SO CUTE I'M GONNA CRY 😭

SHIT ENDING BUT YAYAYAYAY!!!

i forgot i was gonna say smth else but my stupid ass mind forgot what it was

Oh also

the title used to be "shy" bc i didn't know what to do BUT!!

i like this one better

like Yoriichi is always the sun but Uta literally is a ball of sunshine like-

#YoriiUta #kny #sillyness #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #fluff #slight kokuzan #yoriichi tsugikuni #michikatsu tsugikuni #uta tsugikuni #uta #sillies #love them #flufffff #ds

[nobodysdaydreams]

11, 17, 20, 21, 33, and/or 74 for the WIP Ask Game!! Whichever you're most comfortable answering :)

I hope you are doing well, and no pressure in getting this answered!!! (Also remember to drink water!)

Thank you so much Sophie! I have drank water, but I appreciate the reminder. 🥰

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

Well, well, well. If it isn't another mutual fishing for compliments when you know how much I love your Sticky OCD fic (/j /lh). Seriously though, it is amazing. But, in the interest of giving recommendations, I'm going to tag and recommend three fics by authors that I didn't mention in my response to Katie's ask about favorite authors so I can spread the love around a bit. I don't know if I have a set "top three" but one good SQ centered fic I like is @kneeslapworthy's "someone only you could want". Criminally underrated, great interactions between SQ and a redeemed but struggling Nathaniel that I wish the show could have given us. Another fic I really like is @mvshortcut's "Lifeline" , another fic that I think deserves more attention. It blends book and show elements in a really great way, which I love to do in my own writing, and it gives us a Constance and Curtain sort-of-team-up that would have been great to see in the show. The fic also does a lot of really cool stuff with Constance's powers and provides some great mental visuals of what Curtain is going through. Speaking of psychics, @acollectionofcuriousreblogs's "The Psychic File", which, no, I have not finished, but what I've read so far is really good. It expands on an AU plotline of the book that I'm not as familiar with because I haven't read ROA, so I've really enjoyed it and there's some great OCs in there as well.

17. What do you do when writing becomes difficult? (maybe a lack of inspiration or writers block)

What I'm doing right now. Procrastinating on writing fic by doing stuff on tumblr, even though I was already procrastinating on irl responsibilities by writing fic in the first place. Honestly, the problem is less writer's block and more "I have a point in the plot I'm excited to write about, but I gotta write other stuff first" and that's where I'm at right now in my fic writing process. It's not that this stuff isn't interesting and that you as the reader won't enjoy it, it's just not the part I want to write right now. But I've been getting some more motivation and I will get to it. Eventually.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Words and expressions? Oh yes. I include stuff like "I mean," "Um," and "Well," waaayyyy too often, and I need to stop. And for some reason, whenever I needed Garrison to exit a scene in the first half of SOS, the only thing I could come up with was having her go back to her apartment to go to bed. I'm shocked no one has left a playfully passive-aggressive comment calling me out on that yet. I think I did that at least three or four times. I guess it is rather in character, the poor woman just wants somewhere to cry in peace. I've also gotten a bit braver on expanding my neurodivergent head canons and writing them into my fic. I say "braver" because even though I'm neurodivergent, no one person can be neurodivergent in every way (at least...I don't think so. Some disorders in the DSM directly contradict each other so I'd be fascinated if someone can claim literally everything and so would a good many medical professionals), and I want to make sure I'm doing it accurately and well. I mostly stick to writing (or hinting at, or allowing for) neurodivergencies that either I have, or irl friends and family members of mine have, which works really well in MBS, because the disorders the characters are hinted at having are the ones I'm the most familiar with, and it allows me to "write what I know" so to speak.

As for common themes, I'm a sucker for redemption stories (if that wasn't clear between my Martina Redemption fic, my redeemed Nathaniel Benedict was once a semi-good person fic, the one where Curtain has some regrets, the one where the Benedict siblings believe they're monsters who don't deserve love). I just love the idea that no matter who you are, or what you think you've done, or what you have done, destroying yourself or trying to erase yourself because you think what you've done is too terrible and the world would be better without you, is wrong, because you, today, can chose to be better and do better, and you shouldn't deprive the world of that goodness because someone out there might really need it, and it's never too late in the game to decide to start putting that goodness back out into the world. I'm sorry that I overdo it, but I just love that theme. It gives me so much hope not just for myself, but for humanity, and it reminds me to be kind to and forgiving and understanding of others and patient with myself (though I'm still working on the "myself" part). I also just wanna say that since writing these fics, especially SOS, I've gotten a lot of messages that say things like: "as someone who has done really bad things and is ashamed of who I once was and is trying to make up for what I did and become a better person, this was a message I needed to hear so thank you for writing this". And I want you all to know that that means so much to me, because me too guys, me too 💕 you're definitely not alone in that. It's a message I think we all need to hear sometimes. (Although I will add that based on your ask game responses, some of you all are pretty young, and as someone in their 20s who has made her fair share of mistakes, I will say that you guys are way too young to be thinking you're beyond hope at this point. I don't care what test you got caught cheating on, I don't care if your entire school hates you because of something you said without thinking, and I don't care what personal friend group drama you were involved in. You are still a loved and wonderful kind person, and you still have plenty of opportunities to be a good person going forward).

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I would love too! I’m not sure how that normally happens, but you all have great ideas and if you ever were like “can you write this part for me?” or “I don’t know how to get from this point of the story to this point, do you have ideas or can you come up with something?” I would try my best to help and would love to write a story with you (time permitting). DMs are always open!

33. Do you want to be published some day?

Technically, I’m already published. It’s nonfiction I’ve written for my job, and I don’t make money off it, but it has my name on it (my real name so sadly I can’t share it with you sorry). As for my fiction, yes, I would like to be published someday, though right now it’s more of an impossible dream. Unfortunately, while I seem to be able to generate a surplus of ideas based off of books and television shows, (especially when I get hyper fixated on it) I have quite a bit of trouble applying what I've come up with to a 100% original idea. I would like to someday, I'm just not sure how. It would certainly help me out financially to have writing I could make any amount of money on, but again, I'm not sure how, and for right now, I'm content enjoying the hobby.

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

For fic, I’d say you could tell pretty easily based on themes and tropes. I love redemption fics, I love neurodivergent head canons, I love found families. Really, any fic that goes to really really dark angsty places, but ultimately has a happy (or hopeful) ending. I tend to gravitate towards that "no situation is too hopeless, no one is beyond redemption" theme. I know I just talked about it, and yes, it's overdone in my writing, I know, but you guys seem to enjoy it, and if it's not broke, why bother fixing it?

Thank you again for the asks and please have a lovely evening! 🥰🥰🥰

#Long post #Sorry #But thanks for the ask! #Bods Answers #mbs fanfic #the mysterious benedict society #mysterious benedict society #mbs #mbs disney #tmbs #tmbs disney

[devil-doll13]

Zachariah ‘Zach’ Johnson NSFW Alphabet

Tw: Smut

I am inexplicably down bad and thirsty for this man so you have to deal with this now. I love doing these alphabets since it allows me to procrastinate more on actual writing lol

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

It depends on what kind of sex it was. Generally he’s inclined to leave before his partner wakes up if there was no real feeling behind it, but with you in a serious relationship it might be different. Zach’s moments of gentleness are typically offset with a healthy dose of snark that might make you want to smack him in the face instead of taking his offer to get you some water. He’s genuinely trying, though. And yes, he will carry you to the bath and help you run one for the both of you, just be prepared for him to brag about how he blew your back out in the process 🙄

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

He’d likely say his back, as in spite of how scarred up and rough it is (although that may have augmented his good looks to you…) it is also strong and broad, the sort of thing he’d see as attractive. He also thinks of his… Single eye. It’s that deep, dark brown colour, And yes, he has tried the Flynn Rider smoulder before. No, it did not work.

Your back and the small of it is also a place he finds his gaze wandering towards at times, and he has the habit of holding you there. Heaven forbid you wear something that shows it off, in that case he won’t be able to keep his hands off you. Zach also has a healthy appreciation for your thighs, just saying…

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He cums about an average amount, and it’s fairly watery. It sort of just gushes down his length rather than releasing in spurts. Zach is another one who’s cum probably doesn’t taste very good - he’s a heavy smoker and drinker, remember - but he’s not too bothered where it goes. I can also see him preferring the use of a condom overall because he doesn’t want kids (if you can get pregnant) and it makes cleanup relatively simpler.

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

Considers his occasional bottom tendencies to be this. Zach probably sees sex as another way to gain back control in his hectic life so he thinks of himself as strictly a dom, but he… Definitely cannot deny how his body reacts to aggressive flirting. He’s always been the one to chase, so being sought after himself is thrilling even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

He also finds himself attracted to people he normally despises way more often that he thinks he should.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. He gets around quite a bit, and he’s known all sorts. Basically, he can tango, so have no worries. Even if you have no idea what you’re doing, he’ll do his best to make it an enjoyable time for you. He’s not heartless after all.

If anything, the one thing he doesn’t know how to navigate all that well is a serious and committed relationship. Sex is one thing, feelings are another. That said, if he’s decided to actually dedicate himself to you, he’ll try his best although he might have some… Endearingly old-fashioned views of what he should do for dates and such, haha. Behind all that bravado and James Bond mimicking is a dork with unfortunately a lot of baggage - the reason why he doesn’t really want to get hitched in the first place - honestly you might find he’s most charming when he isn’t trying to be.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Considering he spends so long fucking you with his eyes, it might come as a surprise that he avoids eye contact during casual sex. It just feels too personal to him in the moment, y’know? So in that case he prefers facing away from you. If you’re in a serious relationship it’s a little different, but he’ll still take a bit to warm up in being vulnerable with you. Either way, he loves fucking you against the wall or table, or having you bounce on his lap. Lying down has him needing to resist being lazy, which isn’t good if he’s still on the job, but he’s a power bottom at heart and the power trip of being able to sit back and enjoy his cigarette while you just use him is pretty tempting.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Zach is pretty lighthearted during sex, sometimes maybe too much tbh. You might wish he could be more serious, or at least try not to ruin the moment. Eventually you’ll realise this is his way of processing things - sometimes getting past some embarrassment as well - but eventually he’ll figure out when there’s a particularly bad time to stick his foot in his mouth and can it then. It just takes a while.

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

Most of his body hair is on his face, arms, legs and there’s a tuft on his chest as well. It’s all quite dark so it stands out, and his pubic hair especially is very curly. His personal shaving routine is basically designed to give him as much five o’ clock shadow action as possible, so just be aware of the scratchiness when he kisses (or goes down on) you.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, it depends. He’s capable of being detached and quick with it, very much a “wham bam thank you man/mam/etc.” affair lol. That said, he enjoys the seduction, the allure and desire, so it’s never really cold or callous. More like a bright flash of heat that’s gone too soon. He eases into more ‘romantic’ sex the longer he’s attached to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Tbh I think if Zach was horny he would probably rationalise that it’d be easy for him to find someone to scratch that itch rather than using his hands. He doesn’t mind holding off for a while either; while he can be impatient with certain things, he enjoys the tension and release that comes with being made to wait, even if you make it frustrating.

Besides, if you tease him that just means he’ll have to get you back…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Edging, Overstim, Lingerie, Biting, Light Bondage (most likely tying you up or using handcuffs, but he’ll experiment with other things), Light Spanking.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Realistically? A hotel room he’s rented out for exactly that purpose. You could do it in one of The Organisation’s safe houses as well but they don’t have very comfortable beds… That’s only a problem if you don’t like it though, he’s very relaxed and will literally take you anywhere: the busted sofa, the desk/table (after he clears all the files off of it), against the wall… You’re starting to think he actually prefers changing it up a little, that he finds it exciting. Besides, how else will he show off his strength other than holding you up?

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

It’s really not that difficult. He certainly has a good handle on your body language, so when you give him ‘that look’ he’s pretty much ready to go. Hey, he’s just not the kind of guy who wastes his time, okay? And he appreciates a well dressed partner, so he’ll notice if you gussied up to look all good for him. It only makes it all the better once he gets to undressing you; and he loves watching you try to get his clothes off as well, prompting him to tease you even more. He’s a sucker for nice smelling perfumes/scents as well.

I’m willing to bet he also thinks you’re hot when you’re mad, whether you’re going off on someone else or him lol. He’s infuriating that way; angry sex is definitely on the table (probably where you’ll end up fucking) and I wouldn’t put it past him to end up attracted to someone who he believes he hates or feels competitive with either.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Causing you any pain that goes beyond something like light spanking or biting, knifeplay or gunplay because he’s more cautious than you think, and also anything to do with pregnancy/having kids. That is an entire discussion in itself.

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

It’s probably not that surprising that he enjoys receiving the most. He particularly enjoys guiding you and telling you how good you’re doing as you suck him off. Maybe take this opportunity to get your own back on him and edge him; he won’t stop you even if it irritates him.

He always enjoys a challenge, after all.

That said, he prides himself in being a passionate lover and he would never neglect you. He feeds off of your noises and reactions so his eye often flickers to yours as he goes down on you. He likes to drag his stubble against your thigh to annoy you though lol.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers a mixture of both, makes things interesting, especially when he changes pace on the fly in order to tease you. A quickie will have him mostly chasing the high, but as time goes on and you get more serious Zach will probably slow down a bit. Plus, he also kinda gets lazy/tired sometimes.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Most of the time Zach practically runs on quickies, a.k.a one night stands with strangers, so with you he’s also perfectly capable of a quick encounter and then back into the fray again. Of course, with you he might be more inclined to drag it out, especially in edging you since he’s found he enjoys that. But yeah, he’ll default to quick if you’re in the mood and you don’t have that much time. It’s very casual for him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Yeah he’s game, Zach is actually pretty open to most things unless it crosses some big boundary of his. You’ll probably have to be the one to bring it up though since he’ll mostly stick to what is tried and true if left to his own devices. I mean… It’s also because he’s had plenty of time and energy to understand what he likes before, so…

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Zach is so athletic, he’s used to strenuous physical activities and this is no different. That said, he’s partial to getting in maybe two really good rounds instead of squeezing in as many as possible. It also fills him with way to much pride if he tires you out enough for you to be the one tapping out.

(Especially since with you he sometimes likes to tease and drag it out bc he’s an asshole)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I’m not sure if he’d go as far as to pack one himself considering he does have to be selective with the stuff he owns travelling around in a car most of the time, but Zach is perfectly willing to use toys on you. Now if you count things such as handcuffs as toys, he does have those and is quite eager to make use of them during sex. I think he’d enjoy tormenting you with a vibrator, he gets off being in control of your pleasure like that.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s mean tbh 😭

The one thing he loves most is hearing you whine and beg for him to show a bit of mercy on you. If it’s a quick encounter he’s less bothered about this and more interested in just feeling his pleasure, but you’ll find his sadistic streak might translate over to your activities in the bedroom at times. He’s not going to deny you your orgasm; you will always get it, just not yet. And when you do you might regret it, because he’ll stimulate you into oversensitivity and make fun of you for that; isn’t this what you wanted?

You’ll probably have a safe word just in case though.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a dirty talker, so much you might want him to shut the hell up sometimes. But there are times where he can really get under your skin and he knows it. Zach swears under his breath a lot and often praises you if you do something particularly good. He believes in giving you encouragement, yeah?

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

His father works as a wood carpenter and would often make little wood carvings for him. I know I’ve mentioned the angel before that he keeps but I also imagine things like cars, animals etc. Zach has tried in the past to emulate him and carve wood himself, but he never got the hang of it and he lacked the patience to not get so frustrated with it that he just wanted to quit.

Maybe an oddly wholesome hc to put in this alphabet but 🤷‍♀️ I just wanted to get it out

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

7 Inches, thin-ish, sleek and cut. His dick curves a little upwards. Zach knows how to use it to go deep, and to hit just the right spots.

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

Fairly high, he’s young and fit and with lots of steam to blow off. Sex is one of his methods of coping with his stressful and often traumatic life. It’s sort of like a sport to him when he’s doing it casually, and he always makes it clear in those case that there’s nothing else to it than that.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn’t tend to sleep afterwards, mainly because he’s used to recouping and leaving after quick encounters. Zach mellows out a bit, his sweaty chest heaving with exertion as he leans back and lights a cigarette… (He’ll probably offer you one unless you make it clear before you don’t smoke) If you have a moment of respite however, Zach would love to roll over and get some snoozing in with you beside him.

(Taglist: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @myers-meadow, @the-pinstriped-hood, @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better)

Let me know if you want left off/added to my nsfw list as always

#getting the hang of doing not sfw stuff a bit more now #Zachariah Johnson #Zach #nsft alphabet #alphabet #my writing

[huhnr]

Grand demonic form (headcannons)

Obey me!

part 1/5

Note 1 - The letters are interesting, the words are complex. How do you gather your strength and just write cool stuff? I was in the thrall of procrastination for two days. I was afraid to write. After all, I could just draw a picture, put it on the Internet and the Internet is like "wow! here are two likes for you," but I decided to go the WRONG way, namely BY WRITING (writing is good, I just don't know how to write cool stuff).

Note 2 – Another bad thing is that I don't know English very well. To be honest, your luck has turned against you. Sorry for the mistakes I made when translating.

So, let's get started.

Characters: Beelzebub, Belphegor

Demons have three forms of existence in this world::

1) Polite form. This form is similar to a human, and although demons are still dangerous in this form, outwardly they inspire some confidence.

2) Demonic form. The form that comes out with strong emotions or when they need to use their inner strengths.

3) Grand demonic form (True form). This form will appear when it becomes unbearable to endure the despair that life brings. A form that will show the true face of all the higher demons. Will show their very essence, and it would be better if no one is around at this time.

In fact, Grand demonic form was not always inherent in demons.

It became possible when one not at all weak demoness was denied love by her lover (human), saying that "sometimes her behavior is unnecessarily cruel" and that "she did not even try to restrain her impulses," which led the demoness to desperate measures. She was filled with anger and created such a powerful spell that brought out will bring out a lot of demons out of control.

In the course of the further event D, the following happens:

1) The spell leads to the appearance of Mother of Beasts (Benez Takajo), who appeared instead of the creator of the spell (Carrieress).

Her height was approximately 25 meters, her appearance is ugly and resembles a stereotypical siren.

2) The appearance of the Mother leads to increased aggression of the lower demons and their subsequent transformation into their demonic forms.

Later, eyewitnesses noted that "at first they heard a whisper in their head, similar to crying, and then they felt a sharp and strong desire to protect someone."

In addition, the witnesses and everyone else in the Devildom heard the voice of the Carrieress in the head, which conveyed the following message: "To know the tenderness and devotion of demons, you need to drown in our growling and in the blood of our enemies. I will be the first in this family."

In addition to the voice of the Carrier, the image of the Mother was transmitted in the minds of eyewitnesses, which no one has forgotten.

3) Mass riots occur, which later also pass into the Human world, in which there are also losses among the human population, in particular, the beloved of the Carrieress dies.

4) By the forces of the Seven Lords, the Mother of Beasts is turned back into a polite form, but the Carrieress creates a portal and escapes.

5) With the help of the huge resources of all three worlds, it became possible to erase the incident from the memory of people and in the media.

The Carrieress of the Mother of  Beasts has not yet been found.

General information about the True form of demons

All specimens are really huge. Their height is 20-25 meters.

The power of demons in this form also increases.

There were no recorded cases of eating anyone or anything (the exception is the Devourer).

The appearance of the specimens refers to their animal symbol (remember the tapestries of the brothers in student council room? That's what I'm talking about).

Also, the appearance of the specimens refers to the character, preferences or even hobbies of their Carriers.

At the first appearance of a specimen, the entire Devildom (and even guests who are currently staying on the territory of the state) hears the voice of the Carrieress. With each new specimen, the Carrieress says a new phrase.

Also, at the first appearance of the specimen, their external image is always transmitted to the head of those present, which is remembered in the smallest detail.

Aggression in this form increases in demons.

Demons acquire abilities that they previously did not have or that had a lesser effect. In addition, effects that occur uncontrollably are noted.

These effects and abilities do not affect other specimens. If specimens have a fight, then it is solved physically.

Demons in this form do not know how to talk, but they can croak, squeak, buzz, etc. (regardless of whether they have a mouth or not). Again, the animal symbol of the Carrier has a huge influence.

Specimens do not have the consciousness that they have in their usual form (the form of the Carrier). Essentially, they are animals.

Interestingly, they can be controlled to some extent (by asking to turn back into a polite form), but they can only be controlled by those whom the specimens consider close to themselves or mates (Beaters).

Specimens, as it turned out, remember the partners of their Carriers and treat them with warmth.

The typical behavior of animals has been noticed when they consider someone to be a member of their pack. The level of aggression is obviously decreasing, but only in relation to the Beater.

DEVOURER OF SUN AND SOWER OF MOON JOIN THE FAMILY.

I HOPE YOUR DAYS AND NIGHTS WILL BE STAINED WITH BLOOD.

Here are the true demonic forms of Beelzebub and Belphegor:

Devourer of Sun (Sunaso Moshtul’) и Sower of Moon (Raneso Kosbo).

They don't look alike, but they're still twins. Their bodies are not fully completed, but this does not cause them problems. On the contrary, it is a symbol that they are an extension of each other. They can exist separately from each other and can cause a lot of destruction to the world, but they will bring much more chaos when they unite into a new specimen and the name of this specimen is Herald of Eclipse (Val'guta Hozla).

Devourer of Sun

Don't be fooled by its appearance, which is dominated by red. Beelzebub was and remains a fly, but it just so happens that the true form of this demon is a fusion of FLESH and SHELL.

You will not doubt this description when you find yourself next to him, because the Devourer's stay is accompanied by the sound of swarming and buzzing of billions of flies. You will finally be convinced when you feel the smell of flesh. Does Beelzebub smell like that, or those he ate? You won't find out, and you don't need it.

You will not forget about his numerous mouths, teeth and eyes that follow everything that is happening around.

The Devourer has two pairs of hands, one of which he likes to pierce his victims or opponents. No one should approach the Sower, otherwise there is a chance of running into an angry Devourer.

It is noticed that the Devourer does not disdain to eat trees, machinery or even buildings. He even enjoys eating objects rather than some kind of flesh.

There have been cases of voluntary and, at times, aggressive (if you try to stop them) desire of demons to be eaten by a Devourer.

The Devourer can eat anything or anyone either with a flower on its head or with a mouth in its side.

Among other things, in the area of the Devourer's stay, a decrease in the saturation and brightness of the surrounding reality was noticed. The Devourer, on the contrary, is clearly and vividly visible.

Beaters of the Devourer: Belphie, MC and Lucifer (to a lesser extent).

The Devourer likes to hum melodiously to his Beaters and bring some kind of food (sometimes not edible, sometimes alive and screaming). Sometimes he can ride them on his shoulders, but it may not be a particularly pleasant activity.

Sower of Moon

Belphegor in his true form is a fusion of SILVER, COSMOS AND BULL FLESH.

When he goes somewhere, his steps are accompanied by the gentle and light sound of many ringing bells. When he freezes in place, a suspension of brilliant cosmic dust appears, which shimmers with many colors, some of which cannot be described by any of the eyewitnesses.

Unlike the Devourer, the Sower does not consist of muscles, but his skin, tender as the skin of young bulls, is covered with bruises, and somewhere is subject to necrosis.

Despite the fact that his appearance is far from beautiful, eyewitnesses say that they feel tenderness for him and want to take care of him (demons can point the Sower to the places where it will be most convenient for him to sleep).

Unlike the calm Devourer, the Sower has a mocking nature. If desired, it can emit a special black-purple suspension of dust, which puts you to sleep, and then leads to the explosion of victims on the spot. It is impossible to say whether the dust itself causes the victims to self-explode or the Sower himself wants it. Either way, the Sower always gets excited, laughing and snorting.

Like the Bearer, the Sower likes to sleep, but as soon as he finds victims, the eyes, which are permanently closed, closely observe what is happening.

Minor distortions of the surrounding reality have been recorded in those places where cosmic dust settles. In addition, if dust settles on a living being, the creature itself can also be distorted. The effect will disappear if you take a bath.

Beaters of the Sower: Beel and MC.

He will show them the most beautiful illusions that he can create from his magic dust. If they want, he can show how his victims explode.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #demons #monster #they're sexy #breathe if you agree #i'm monsterlover #I love them both so much #I want children from the two of them

[spookyserenades]

Omg I can’t wait for next week, I have spring break!! I can’t wait to re read the last chapter and then go over everything! Sorry Ik I keep forgetting when I say I’ll finish my reviews for some of the members :,( I hate exams but I’m half way through! Your blog is like my favorite corner on tumblr it’s so warm and cozy 🥹 I come over here when I procrastinate, lol like rn.

Anyways since I got a 5 min break before I have to study again I wanted to ask, how did you get introduced to bts?

YAYYY spring break!! Lots of time to get rest and catch up on reading, shows, and with friends 💕 Also don't apologize, love-- school totally takes priority over Trouvaille fjdksaf 💜

Proud of you for making it half way through your exams, you're killing it! Make sure to stay hydrated and have snacks when you can.

STOPPP 🥺 I'm so glad my blog is a cozy space for you, I feel the same way! I get all of you lovely people to talk to, share the Trouvaille boys, and laugh together 🥺 (don't worry, also, I was a HUGE procrastinator in college)

OOOO BTS stanning origin story let's go! So in high school I got a rec on my Youtube homepage for a music video, it was "Call me Baby" by EXO. I watched it and proceeded to tell everyone I knew about it 💀 Like I was shook,,, they were so hot, the song was a fucking banger, and I was a dancer at the time so I was into that element as well. Not to mention I've always been a boyband kinda gal. SO like flash forward a couple years I met this girl in college and she was talking about Kpop and I was like oh yeah I've heard of EXO.... it exploded from there. I ended up being better friends with that girl's roommate, and we spiraled into a total obsession with EXO, which lead to BTS (first mv I saw was Boy in Luv lol), then Got7, Seventeen, NCT, Monsta X............. Shinee, etc. Basically, if it was a boy group, we were into them! I've been a multi-stan for 7 years now, originally had an EXO/BTS/Got7 blog, until I decided to start focusing strictly on BTS writing two years ago.

My original bias was Jimin, but then it changed to Namjoon (aggressively, especially after listening to his first mixtape) and I was majorly bias wrecked by Hoseok. It's basically turned into Namjoon ult, but I also bias Hoseok, Yoongi, and Seokjin! Ta-da!

Love to you and good luck on your exams babe!

#asks #dana's thoughts

[doll-elvis]

How do ya feel about child bride? I think majority of people can't accept some of the things written about elvis and priscilla to be true 'cause it makes their whole world collapse as they see them as the perfect couple which they never really were

sorry just wanted to say I am scheduling asks by the hour today as I have been procrastinating in answering them, so I apologize in advance if I crowd your dashboards😭

anyways- thank you so much for the ask and I would really love to know what others have to say about this so please share your thoughts because I’m super curious myself 🤧

also there is truly nothing like reading Priscilla Presley’s “Elvis and me” and then reading Child Bride and having no idea to what believe anymore (which is exactly what I did and I had to read like 3 other books to make up my mind)

I do agree with your sentiment that Priscilla and Elvis’ relationship was not as perfect as some have been influenced to believe, and I don’t think the 2022 film helped that matter as the film very much had an agenda and that was to sell their love story… which was quite tumultuous at times

But I want to clarify that there is no doubt in my mind that they both loved each other very much and Priscilla was obviously incredibly special to Elvis. There really isn’t another woman he has been with that can say she has experienced something similar to what Priscilla experienced with him. She was with him the longest, she was the only one to get married to him, have his child, etc. etc. Priscilla was just unique in that regard, even if their relationship wasn’t perfect

Plus she is the only one that has ever gotten “It’s Midnight” dedicated to her by him and I feel like that really says something 👀

As for Child Bride… I have many issues with Child Bride, for starters, the name of the book and it’s implications. I was actually embarrassed to buy this book because of the title, and I’ve never read it in public because of it 🤧

My first issue is that Suzanne Finstad is an incredibly biased author, this book’s main purpose is to make Priscilla look bad and I’ve noticed Finstad even has misquoted a few people in order to do so

For example in Joe Esposito’s book this is how he tells this story

And then in Finstad’s book, this is how she misquotes him, to make Priscilla seem aggressive

My second issue with the book, and the biggest, is that Suzanne Finstad uses Currie Grant as her main source. If what he said is true, that he had intercourse with Priscilla prior to her meeting Elvis, then he is an admitted child r*pist

Priscilla said there was an attempt of an assault but has completely denied that she ever had intercourse with Currie Grant

Therefore this book is just the most uncomfortable case of “he said, she said”

Currie Grant and Priscilla Presley are the only ones who really know what happened between them, and therefore I don’t care to speculate on what actually happened and I’m especially not interested in hearing what Currie has to say because he’s just a disgusting man, and Suzanne Finstad is even worse for allowing him to have a platform

So because of that, I am just not interested in what Finstad has to write or say, I’ve only ever read Child Bride once and I haven’t picked it up again

I feel like there are so many other sources on Priscilla and Elvis’ relationship (for example the Memphis Mafia, Elvis’ other girlfriends, his stepbrothers etc. etc) that doesn’t involve a predator like Currie Grant being involved or an incredibly biased author… but anyways what do y’all think?

#Currie deserves jail #and Suzanne deserves the cell next to him #Currie grant #Suzanne Finstad #Priscilla Presley #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis history #Elvis asks #Elvis fans