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soapoet · 11 months

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describing the dynamic...

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01.

Shufflemancy: First day of my life by Bright Eyes

This feels like home. It is familiar and it is sweet. The two of you create an air of comfort, which draws in various orphans of the storm. Like a safe haven amidst stormy seas. A lighthouse. This has the blueprint of starting a found family. Your union echos with lots of laughter, the kind that brings tears and stomachaches. The joy here is tangible and it is imprinted in everything. Your dynamic is like an evolved version of puppy love. It's nervous, but adoring. Giddy and rosy. It feels like best friends falling in love. They know you and you know them at a deep level. The foundation upon which this relationship stands could withstand hurricanes, though there isn't much to worry about. Most issues that crop up seem a little silly, and you may laugh about them afterwards. Personal doubts and misunderstandings are the worst that can happen here, which are mostly due to the doglike loyalty and care you have for one another. Ever seen the face of a pooch when they've done something they shouldn't have? They appear so sheepish even though their mistake or mischief really isn't all that bad or serious. We often laugh at our beloved pets when they appear so apologetic because it is so often wildly out of proportion for their actual crime. The same applies to this relationship. Doubts may occasionally become bigger in your heads and cause a similar out of proportion shame or guilt or concern about how the other will react. Many inside jokes may stem from these situations, actually. Despite the occasional and shortlived whirlwind of doubt and concern about the status of the relationship, your communication is very good and open and clear. You might both simply have a hard time expressing yourselves when it comes to negative feelings and experiences, likely stemming from your upbringing. Which brings me to the point of healing. A key feature of this relationship is just that. Healing. The two of you treat each other the way you wish you had been treated growing up. As though you are raising each other's wounded inner child in a much better, loving, and attentive environment. There is a lot of validation and tenderness present. The reciprocation is beautifully balanced. When one is feeling low, the other takes on a guardian role, comforting and supporting them in various ways. Need a doctor's appointment but you're too anxious to call? Your partner gotchu. Next time they're ill you'll be making them soup and wrapping them up in a blanket. The give and take feels natural, like neither of you need to think twice about it, and best of all: nobody's keeping score.

02.

Shufflemancy: High heels by Mando Diao

Once this one gets going, it's long distance, not a sprint. Considering the delays this relationship experiences before it begins, however, the steady movement doesn't feel slow at all. And although this relationship is very spontaneous and fun, there is a balancing act at play wherein plans for the future are made early on. They want to make sure you're both on the same page and have an idea of where the relationship is headed right from the start to avoid conflicting ideas later. There are some traditional elements to this relationship because they lead a busy life professionally. Plans may be made to have you stay at home once things get serious, though they are very supportive of any business ideas you come up with or already have when you enter into the relationship. This person values ambition and drive, probably just as much as you do, and is very supportive of any endeavours you decide to pursue, and is likely to help fund or network to boost your success.

Expect frequent date nights. This person enjoys romance and works hard to keep the spark alive, so long as they don't feel smothered. When given the space and time they love to shower you with gifts and make you feel special. Travelling also figures strongly, and you may cross many destinations off your bucket list with this person. They favour quality over quantity, though, and may make it a point to spend big bucks on a resort for an extended period of time to really make the most of the destination and the time you get to spend together. It's possible the two of you eventually purchase a second home somewhere you like to visit. The two of you enjoy a rich social life as well, and may frequently entertain people in your home or at different venues. Your energy is contagious and other people are naturally drawn to the two of you because of the fun and welcoming energy created by your union. I'm not seeing much in terms of issues, mostly because the element of fun is so strong here. It feels very balanced because each of you gets to be in your favoured energy and feel appreciated for what you bring to the relationship. Very strong mutual respect. Each of you seem to succeed in life and your careers and projects better because the other is by your side. Reaching higher and farther because of the support of the other. This has an air of'us against the world', as though you are building an empire together. Your success is very new-money and modern. Flashy and extravagant, but still down-to-earth and humble in a way in which you really count your blessings and have much gratitude for what you have together and where you came from. The two of you may help or give back to your community, or donate to charity. It's possible they pay off your family's mortgage or do some other big financial gesture towards your family after the two of you commit. There is a lot of passion in this relationship. Very flirty, and there is a strong sexual attraction. The two of you make each other laugh a lot and may pull pranks on each other. Check out Destene and Brandon on youtube, because their dynamic mirrors this group a lot!

03.

Shufflemancy: Mary on a cross by Ghost

This is the one that will feel like things are too good to be true. You will want for nothing. The dynamic here is almost that of a knight and the one they have sworn to protect, or the royal and the peasant they chose for love. There is much adoration here, and it feels old-timey in a way. If you have been kissing frogs before, this one will really surprise you. They enjoy traditional courting and may look down upon the modern era of dating and the attitudes surrounding it, and don't like most of the people making them offers. They also appear to compensate for time spent apart through lavish gifts, and making sure you have everything that you need. There are a lot of calls and messages being sent back and forth, especially during their time away. They're very supportive of your studies or the projects you're working on, and will do everything in their power to create a good environment for you to do what you need to do. There is a strong possibility of them asking you to accompany them on their business travels, in an effort to help the two of you spend more quality time together. You have an energy that differs so much from what they have to deal with in their professional life, and they derive a big boost of motivation and confidence from it. It is almost as though they see you as their lucky charm.

The primary cause of friction appears to come from outside the relationship. You may frequently receive strange looks when you're together, or the way you differ somehow causes tension amongst your partner's peers. They, however, are incredibly proud of you and encourage you to speak your mind and stay true to yourself. They think you're perfect and don't want you to change, especially not through pressure from the kinds of people they find shallow or even fake. There could be instances where people try to steal your partner, but they fail horribly because of your partner's devotion to you. This can also go the other way, wherein people begin to pursue you in an attempt to steal you away from your partner, as if to spite them. You may receive invitations, offers, and gifts from people, especially ones you meet through your partner. This reveals a jealous streak in your partner which is very prevalent, but not in a toxic or controlling way. Because they have such social grace and know how to play the game, they never target you with their jealousy and dismay, but those who try to get in between. They are protective of what's theirs, but are very graceful and strategic in their methodology of solving problems. This also lends itself well to any wrinkles that need ironing in the relationship, because they don't appear to get angry and have a mentality that it's not you vs. them, but the two of you vs. the problem.

This dynamic may sometimes lead to waking up alone, but there is sure to be a lovely note left behind, or they may send flowers. They like to let you sleep in, and find you to be at your most beautiful when you're asleep because of the serene look on your face. You really help them feel at peace, which is something quite difficult for them to achieve on their own. They have trouble relaxing or doing things without it somehow boosting their qualifications or adding to their resume. You help them pick out books to read just because, watch movies regardless of their acclaim and accolades, go thrifting for the fun of it or visit the sweet little side street boutiques and unknown cafés. They really just feel like they have access to more oxygen when you're around, as though they've spent their whole life holding their breath and they can breathe easily and deeply around you.

04.

Shufflemancy: Me the machine by Imogen Heap

There is a whole lot going on here mentally. The two of you spend a lot of time talking, for hours upon hours. "Is that the sun?" can become a frequent phrase used when time slips through your fingers as you talk the night away to watch the sunrise. The two of you love to debate, especially in regards to matters you agree on, because it seems you reach the same conclusion from different angles and enjoy discussing each other's detours. They love picking your brain and value your opinions. There is a bit of a hopeless romantic in them, which may catch you off guard every time due to their cerebral nature. They might leave you notes or share songs to express their feelings. To them you are an equal, a missing puzzle piece that helps them see the bigger picture. You two are like the seeker and the explorer. They like holding hands and being close to you, but seem a little hesitant, even months into the relationship. You are certainly the more open and affectionate one, whilst they tend to be a little shy. Their awkwardness is quite charming, though, because they do try their best to show their love and support. Support plays a big role here, too, as they have a lot to teach you in various areas of life and you will grow quite a bit during this relationship. They are an excellent mentor and encourage you to chase your dreams, but are also good at holding you accountable. They can be a little blunt and clumsy with their words, but they mean well and wish for you to be the best that you can be and never sell yourself short. They really won't let anybody talk down on you, least of all you yourself. They have very high standards so any self-loating on your part feels insulting to them. They wouldn't date you if they didn't think you were incredible.

They enjoy your company and express genuine interest in your thoughts and ideas. You share many interests and engaging in them together is a big part of this relationship. You two are stronger together and can face many hardships with greater ease due to how you complete one another. Not in that you aren't whole on your own, but that your individual strengths and weaknesses balance each other out. Where you lack, they're abundant, and vice versa. It really makes for a dynamic duo, albeit one that may from the outside appear mismatched or peculiar. That does not stop you, though, and they especially have very little care for what other people think. The two of you may collaborate on various projects, or work together towards both joint and separate goals. Your minds and talents blend beautifully together, and your relationship is potent with inspiration and motivation. Tackling difficult tasks and the daily grind appears easier when you can delegate things depending on your individual strengths. The source of strife mostly stems from misunderstandings. Both of you value communication, but on occasion words are left unsaid or too much is said without prior thought and one of you gets hurt. This does not seem to ever be on purpose, just accidental slip-ups and thoughtlessness.

05.

Shufflemancy: Boys do cry by Marius Bear

Which one of you brought the gasoline? The dynamic here is hot and heavy. Passionate, as though desperation and need is causing you to crawl into each other's skin and wear each other's hearts. It can get a little crazy, fast paced and wild, in most things that you do. And you may get into quite a bit of trouble together, too. When Billie Eilish said 'I'm the powder, you're the fuse; let's add some friction' the two of you were taking notes. There is a lot of push and pull, and the relationship contains a lot of drama. Though I don't feel like that is wholly unwelcome, strangely enough. It seems beneficial for the two of you to keep each other on your toes, like you both crave some explosive feelings to feel fulfilled. This relationship really isn't for the faint of heart. But whilst others watch in horror, you make each other feel alive in this almost feral dance. They are very protective of you, and you of them. It's like you give each other scary dog privilege because nobody else can swoop in to steal a heart while the other stands on watch. You're both a little possessive, but it boils down to the deep connection you have feeling so intertwined with the very cores of your beings that losing the other would feel like losing yourself. Definitely worth checking yourselves for co-dependency to be sure it does not go overboard, but so long as you keep your individuality intact, this one is one hell of a ride. A ride or die, in fact. You are truly partners in crime and feel dangerously powerful together, like you could take over the world and overcome anything.

I won't sugar coat this: there is a lot of turmoil that the both of you conjure up. Most of the issues in this dynamic stem from the heightened emotions you are both capable of, and if either of you start wielding them as weapons it will cause even more explosive emotions. I will say, though, that this only gets physical in the make up part of the show, as the actual strife is emotional and verbal in nature. Because you care a lot for each other, neither would dare lay a hand on the other. The thought of you getting hurt by them or anyone or anything else would upset them greatly, and it's the same in reverse. You mirror each other a lot, and have much to learn from each other. Much of it will feel heavy and burdensome since you will be facing your own demons within the other person, and that's never easy. Fortunately there is a lot of gentle care here, too. Since you both feel things so strongly and have similar experiences in life, it is much easier for you to sympathise with each other and support each other. This is one of those relationships where you truly do not need to hide or be on your best behaviour, because you have both weathered storms and do not easily flinch when the thunder and lightning begin to roar, and you both provide each other shelter when needed.

06.

Shufflemancy: Light by Sleeping at last

I remember seeing a writing prompt once upon a time with the premise of seeing in greyscale until you lock eyes with your soulmate, and this has that exact energy. It really seems as though this person lead a very monotonous life until you barged in, inviting the sunshine into their life. Because in many ways they view you as the light of their life, they are very protective of you. You bring them much joy, laughter, and relaxation, all things they do very little of, at least successfully, and find themselves more able to partake in the joys of life in your presence. You are a breath of fresh air, as though someone finally opened up a window inside a stuffy office. They see stars in your eyes and they want nothing more than to preserve them, and make them shine even brighter. There is a little bit of a saviour complex here. Anything you struggle with they don an armour for to protect and to serve. Because you nurture their soul and heal their wounds with your tender love and care and expand their horizons with your sense of wonder, they feel compelled to take care of you. It feels almost familial, but not in a weird way. It is as if they want to keep your childlike wonder alive and well, and right any wrongs that come your way. They take a load off your shoulders frequently, and may especially take on all your mundane tasks and paperwork. They love your playful energy and can see that the stuffy stressors of life cage that bird in, and they want to see you soar. This is a very healing connection for both of you. You balance each other out whilst being a mentor for each other, teaching each other your strengths so that you two can feel whole and capable all in your own right. You are both willing to bend, to try new things, allow the other to show you new worlds and explore possibilities. Very likely to lead to marriage, and it would be a very happy and functional one because of the growth you inspire in one another both as individuals and together as one. It's like your relationship begins as a little sapling, slow, but once it has been given the space to grow it grows big and strong and will withstand any storm and leave behind a legacy, like your future children putting up a swing for their children on the tree you two once sowed.

#pac reading #energy reading #pick a card #intuitive reading #love reading #love pac #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a picture #tarot reading #soapy.post #thank you to the lovely anon that suggested this ♡

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zu-is-here · 1 year

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#zu art #comic #cream week #post dark cream #cross!sans #dream!sans #suggestive tw #(because of the L word! >///<)#undertale #undertale au #utmv #cream? cream >;D #hoo boi that was a niccce week *w*#thank you guys so much for your support! (ówò)♡#gotta— *zzz* _(;3 」∠)_#something else is coming btw ;)#see you guys soon! <3

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lonicera-caprifolium · 2 years

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A little piece of a commission for @samara-lilly, to go with her lovely fic, Dripping Gold

(fic link 💫✨️✨️✨️)

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable muffins #aziraphale #crowley #commission #fic is ns//fw #this one is suggestive though so #nsft #just in case #samara-lilly #thank you so much!!#♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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balladofsallyrose · 19 days

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💿 idk abt a title but what about a moon theme ?!

here you go elias !!!

#a great concept !! thanks for the suggestion #neil had to make an appearence #anyway i hope you enjoy it ♡#i'm sending you lots of love and goodness your way

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oatbugs · 1 month

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hi! this is unrelated to the situationship but i’ve been going through a crisis about whether i’m bi or a lesbian for like six months now lmao and iirc i think you went through something similar once, so i was just wondering if you had any tips or advice about how you figured it out? tysm!

hiii i did ! i went thru this crisis like 3 times b4 i figured out i was bi, it can genuinely rly be difficult to figure it out it :)

i'd say keep in mind that it's not important to have a label rn - just keep urself open to exploring new feelings ! but also if u want to figure it out faster, spending more time w both men and women - esp those u think you might find more attractive - might help ! for me it was having guy friends, going to clubs, dating, etc, but it can truly be anything :) since starting a hinge profile i've been seeing quite a few men that i found super pretty which confirmed things even further for me (if you go down this route remember that dating app algorithms take a while to adjust)

also remember that ur standards for men may be different, and you may have an intense preference for women which wouldn't make you any less bi ! similarly, if you genuinely cannot imagine a future or conceive of any romantic/sexual attraction between u and a man, then you may be a lesbian ! the point is that u can date ppl and find out !! ♡ also labels can change as u learn abt urself over time so it's all good if you can't land on one definitive label rn forever, it takes time and life reveals new things to us all the time 🩷

while i like knowing that men are like...within my dating pool now, since realising i'm bi basically nothing has changed for me bc i still find women so so much more attractive, so it's good to remember there truly is no rush ! take ur time experiment have fun x

#also looking at pretty men on pinterest did it for me somehow like 😭 its rare that i find myself attracted to a man #but once in a blue moon . yeahhh #one of the reasons why i wanted to figure out a label faster was bc i felt bad not being in either community decisively #after talking to bi ppl and lesbians from diff walks of life i can confidently say like 90% of ppl do not care #if you might only be attracted to women and call yourself bi for the convenice while figuring it out its rly not harming anyone #ppl telling me to read the lesbian manifesto when i was younger halted the speed at which i figured stuff out sm #i would not recommend . but i do suggest reading up on comphet and considering whether ur experiencing it!!#the best way to know though imo is to go thru the mortifying ordeal of talking to more men #also if sex is a part of it for u dont be afraid of exploring the topic more! reading or talking abt it can be super helpful !!#like for me i have a very strong genital preference against male genetalia and it felt rly weird to talk abt it but actually like #sitting w my mostly bi friends and actually talking abt it and doing more research into it made me feel more #secure abt how i felt :) online communities can be rly good for this actually !#also thank u for sending this i enjoyed not thinking abt the situationship 😭#hope u figure stuff out anon! and if not i hope u have lots of fun!!! ♡#asks #anon

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betasuppe · 1 year

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[I'm going crazy here guys & it's only a matter of WHEN not IF I start posting anything of my AU which beyond 100% involves my OC smooching up a particular program *cough cough coughhhh*]

#here my first poll!#are you cool w silly self indulgent things of my oc on the grid #or do you want to nicely suggest i take it away & not contaminate this already messy blog of mine further lol #gimme your thoughts if you have any & thanks♡

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pwurrz · 1 year

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liyue’s statue of the seven is the only statue to be wearing revealing clothes (aka he’s not wearing a shirt) while the rest of the statues we’ve seen so far are wearing outfits not so different from the ones we’ve seen them wear in cutscenes.

to me, there’s only one possible explanation:

morax was a whore.

#listen i know morax was hot but i’d be worried about blasphemy if i took the liberty of sculpting his rock hard abs pun intended #so he had to have signed off on it and approved #and i’m suggesting.. he modeled for the statue without a shirt on #thank you for coming to my ted talk #genshin impact #zhongli ♡

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sapphire-strikes · 2 years

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More Like "Sicktuplets"

*Slaps knee* It's a Pun! Anyway, part one of a mini, two part sicfick. (While mostly platonic, there is some ~minor~ suggestive humor near the begining!)

Even from the kitchen, you could hear the occasional groan from upstairs and a small empathetic sigh left your mouth as you held the large bowl of ice under the sink, filling it with water and gradually placing the rolled-up washcloths you had stacked by the side into it. There weren't any ice packs, so these would have to do for now.

When you were finished, you headed back upstairs, a bowl of ice water now in hand, and were immediately called out to not a second after reentering the bedroom. Your eyes scanned the room of resting figures until they landed on the oldest of the sick sextuplets who had managed to prop himself up and wave at you from the spot by the wall where he was laying, trying to get your attention with an unusually eager grin for someone in his condition.

"Yyyyyy/n~ Over here! Come here first!" He called, finally falling back onto his futon when you began making your way over to him.

What had started as a simple precaution to separate the sick from the healthy resulted in each one of them sleeping on a separate futon in different corners of the room. Considering that all six of them had managed to catch the bug at this point, it wouldn't hurt for them to move back to the large one they usually shared but something told you getting any of them up to move would be more trouble than it was worth.

"Alrighty, you first then." You rolled your eyes, watching Oso's tired smile grow sly as you approached. Kneeling down, you made yourself comfortable on the floor by him on your knees and set your bowl down beside you.

"So...what'd you bring me?" He half slurred with an eager grin, but despite his tone, you could tell he was struggling to keep up his usual playful nature in your presence.

"Well, there's not too much I can do to speed up you guys' recovery at this point, but these should help you feel a little better at least." You reached into the bowl of ice water with both hands, wringing out a cloth and folding it into a neat rectangle before moving to press it to his forehead. His wise-ass smirk dropped to surprise at your gentle motion and he cringed at first when the cool cloth came in contact with his face, but a much more genuinely relieved smile slowly washed over him and he sprawled his limbs out comfortably when you rested it on his forehead.

"Oh, that is nice!" He sighed, closing his eyes. "Thanks~"

"You might feel even better if you cleaned up a bit." You pointed out, still applying a slight pressure to the cool rag, but motioned to the mess around his futon with your free hand. There were chip bags, soda bottles, and used tissues scattered all around him. A mess that could have been completely avoided had he put in just the littlest effort to toss them in the direction of the small garbage bin not three feet away. It was for that reason you weren't about to pick it up for him, sick or not.

"Hey, I like it like this. Got everything I need right here!" Oso winked and lazily reached over into the mess without looking, pulled out some kind of half-full bottled beverage, and took a swig before throwing it to the side once more. "See?"

"Oookay." You rolled your eyes again. "At least change, it can't feel good lying around in that gross-ass hoody while you have a fever." You reasoned with a grimace, wiping your wet hands off on your pant legs.

"My hoodie?" He questioned and propped himself up on one arm again, gripping the front of his hoodie to pull it out and look down at it. "Guess it is pretty nasty, huh?"

You nodded, scooting back to lift yourself off the ground. "You want like a t-shirt or something?" You offered, prepared to go grab him a change of clothes

"Nah, I'm good." He said, voice muffled by his hoddie as he slid it over and off of his head, revealing the thin black tank top he wore underneath. His hoodie was tossed to the side, landing amongst the garbage that surround him while he decided to strike a pose, propping his head on his hand with a smirk. "Like what you see? I wouldn't undress for just anybody ya know." He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you, and you had to cover your mouth, physically stifling a snort. "Who am I kidding? Yeah I would!"

"Ah yes, nothing gets me going like a man with a 102° fever." You joked, reaching over him to pull his discarded hoodie out of the mess. "We're gonna wash this." You added, changing the subject as you folded it in half and tucked it under your arm before finally standing back up.

"And girls say I'm not a hottie!" He continued, rolling limply onto his back again and closing his eyes but peaked one open again to see your reaction.

You let out another amused huff as you picked the dish of ice water back up as well. Throwing his hoodie over your shoulder, you squatted back down and used your free hand to place the cold rag back onto his forehead. "You're hilarious, Oso." You remarked sarcastically. Puns aren't usually his style, but you guess it was easy humor since he wasn't feeling well.

"I mean, I thought it was getting hotter in here but may it's just y-" What was the start of an awful pick-up line was cut short when out of nowhere, a tissue box came flying through the air, narrowly avoiding you and beaming him right in the face.

Even sick he was quick to jump to his feet, balling his fists and stomping his foot as the two of you looked around the room for the culprit. "Who the hell threw that?!" But whoever it was must have been quick to retreat, because everyone you could see either had their back turned or was tucked into their futon. "I'm serious! Own up or right now or I'll beat the answer out of ya!" He shook a fist and began stomping forward but you held a hand out to stop him.

"Okay, that's enough, lay down. You're gonna get lightheaded yelling like that." You tried to be serious but couldn't help smiling as you eased him back down. The last thing you needed was them fighting right now. He grumbled something under his breath but you must have been right about him getting light-headed because he listened and sat back down quickly, his angry expression mellowing as you helped cover him back up. "Now take it easy."

"Don't gotta tell me twice..." He agreed, resting an arm behind his head as you moved on to the next and closest futon a few yards away.

As soon as he saw you coming, Karamatsu flailed himself out of his futon into an upright position, sitting with his arm and legs crossed. "Why, hello there, Y/n~," He remarked cooly and you lowered yourself to your knees to sit in front of him like you had with Osomatsu.

"Hi, Karamatsu, how ya doing?" You asked, a tone of knowing in your voice.

"Why I'm doing just fine, why do you ask?" He flashed a pose, resting his pointer finger and thumb under his chin

"Really?" You furrowed a brow at him.

"Of course~ You need not worry yourself with my wellbeing, I'm not the kind to succumb to little things such as this." He insisted, but your eyes fell to the feverish red plaguing his face.

"Karamatsu..." You said his name seriously, leaning forward which seemed to make him lean further back, the fake cool expression he was putting up immediately getting a little nervous when you rested the back of your hand on his forehead, slowly moving it down to his cheek. "You're still burning up." You said sadly, pulling your hand away.

"Haha! Tis only the fires of passion that burn deep within, ignited by my concern for those that I love!" He balled his hand into a fist, shaking it with a played-up righteous vigor.

"Tis a fever actually." You chuckled and pinched the corner of his sunglasses between your fingers. "Am I gonna have to take these too?" You already had to hide his jacket since he refused to settle down without it and hot leather and a fever don't really mix well.

"N-no!" He backed away, pulling his knees up to his chest and holding his sunglasses to his face protectively. "That won't be necessary!"

"Oh yeah, why not?" You asked, noticing right away that his reaction was fueled by a little more than the usual attachment to his unique sense of style.

"No reason! I'd just like to keep them on is all. The light in here, it...hurts my eyes!" You guess that was possible since he was sick, but you couldn't help but be suspicious.

"Karamatsu..."

"H-hm?" He made a nervous sound, glancing in your direction briefly but avoided meeting your gaze the best he could. Poor dork couldn't lie to save his life.

"Come on, you should lay down. I brought some cool towels for the coolest guy in town but they won't help too much if you don't rest up." You tried your best to give him a comforting grin.

"Ehh?!" That feverish red on his cheeks was almost overshadowed by a blush but he instead moved to squeeze his knees, almost as if he was scared to comply.

"Here." You reached forward once again, using both hands to slowly take hold of and pull off his sunglasses. He didn't stop you this time, instead, a shameful look on his face when you finally met his eyes.

Your heart sank right away. There were puffy, dark circles around his eyes, and you could only assume that's what he'd been trying to hide because, after a few moments of having locked eyes with you, he turned away embarrassed.

"Haven't been able to get any sleep, huh?" You questioned rhetorically with an understanding tilt of your head. "You should have said something, I can get you some more ibuprofen."

"That won't be necessary." He spoke up quickly, resuming his normal, dramatic tone. "It's only natural that I stay up. I'm one of the eldest, after all, that makes it my duty to remain vigilant while my younger brothers recover." He spoke as if that explained everything, and in a way, it did, just not in the way he was probably hoping.

"Ah, I see." You paused, smiling sympathetically. "You couldn't sleep last night because you were worried about your brothers." That was just like him, you don't know how you didn't realize sooner. "That's really sweet of you." And just like that, his cool demeanor was gone and he was red in the face and avoiding eye contact again. "But!", You added firmly, "You're sick now too, and as one of the eldest, I think that also makes it your job it get better as fast as possible." He seemed surprised by your words, staring half agape as you continued. "And that's not gonna happen unless you take it easy too." He was back to looking ashamed again, so you kept going. "I'll keep an eye on them for you, I promise. So do you think you could rest up, for me?"

He pursed his lips, swallowing hard as if it was hard for him to accept what you were saying. "Alright!" He finally yelled, squeezing his eyes shut with a bow and you brought a finger to your lips, motioning to the others laying around the room and he quickly shushed himself, taking another apologetic bow.

"Awesome." You celebrated your small victory, helping him lay back down and tucking him in. "Here," you folded his sunglasses shut, setting them by his futon on the floor in a spot that looked safe from getting stepped on. "These'll be right here when you start feeling better, but for now..." You reached into your bowl of ice water, wringing a cloth out and slowly pressing it to his forehead. He was so tense at first that you almost felt a little bad, even closing his eyes as it made contact but you smiled softly as you watched him visibly relax, a calm smile of his own washing over his face as he let out a long, relieved sigh.

"Better?" You asked, and he gave you a thumbs up, even flashing that stupid, flamboyant smile he always does. "Good to hear." Mission accomplished, you stepped back and gathered your stuff up. "Call me if you need anything, okay?" You added as you stood to move on to your next "patient."

"T-thank you!" He stuttered out in what was almost a yell and you turned back to him with a nod and a 'Don't mention it.' What a sweetheart.

Finally an easy one. Choromatsu must have seen you coming because he was already peaking up over the edge of his blanket, ducking under briefly when you dropped to your knees at his side. Probably because he was the first of the sextuplets to get sick, his fever wasn't quite as bad compared to the others, but it seemed to be hanging on just as stubbornly.

"Your turn!" You cheered, clapping your hands together.

"You really didn't have to come over you know. We would have been okay." He said kind of sadly but was still obviously welcoming of your help, already pulling his covers down to his chest and bracing himself for your gentle hand.

"Yeah, I know, but Todomatsu sounded so bad on the phone so I wanted to check up, and long as you don't mind me helping, I don't mind sticking around to help." You reached into your bowl of ice water yet again, pulling out a dripping cloth.

"Tch, that's cause that big baby has never had to take care of himself before. With mom and dad on vacation, if we weren't sick too, he would have whined up a storm until one of us caved and played nurse for him."

"Is that what I'm doing?" You wrung the cloth out tightly, raising a brow with a smirk. "Playing nurse?"

"What?! no! I mean...you're just-" He began backtracking right away, sitting up to wave his hands defensively until you pressed the cloth slowly to his head and he melted into the coolness, falling right back down onto his pillow. "You're just...being nice." He whispered that last part, still somewhat flustered as he pulled his blanket up to his face again.

"No worries, Choro." You patted his head. "You guys are my friends, so this is no big thing. You've been pretty easy patients so far anyway." You assured him, balling a fist and pounding your chest proudly. "Nothing I can't handle!"

"Just don't let them take advantage of you, okay? I can see a few of them trying to milk this for all it's worth..." He frowned, side-eyeing his eldest brother from across the room.

Your aura grew dark and you gripped your bowl of ice water with a promising smirk while Choromatsu swallowed nervously. "I'd like to see them try."

"Anyway!" Your tone returned to normal and you stood yourself back up with a smile. "I'm gonna keep going, just call me if you need anything!"

"O-okay, thank you!" He nodded quickly, and you gave him a thumbs up as a 'your welcome' as you moved on.

Glancing down into the ice water, you grinned triumphantly at the remaining cloths.

Three down, three to go!'

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serpentide · 9 months

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i'm sorry but my fc for serpent is beautiful and pretty and breath - taking and i think that all of you should acknowledge this and fall in love with her :))))

#• ⸺ ﹙ `♡´ ﹚ › out of character .#LOOK AT HER #a big thank you to joojie because this was her suggestion <33 #BUT THE VIBES #ARE SO GOOD #it was so difficult to find a fc omg #serpent why are you so complicated in everything #BUT SHE !!!!#i also included the photoshoot with traditional clothes because :) it reminds me of her beautiful skin ehehehe #look at her #LOOK AT HER AND FALL IN LOVE

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chaomother · 1 year

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Sorry mom I already got seduce by shadow 😳

Also no rush for your writings, take all the time you need. Just do it for your enjoyment

-💙

#💙 anon #not a req #chao chatting #suggestive #thank you blue♡♡

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austerulous · 2 years

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◈ @umtplex said: ❛ 👀 [ That Anri @ Leonhard callout post thooo!! ] ❜ // send me a 👀

Somewhere on the distant side of yesterday, bloodied sheets stiffened in the wind. Anri had seen them during her protracted girlhood, hanging from lines and draped from windows, decorated with garish rust-red splotches. In the old world, bodily commitment had demanded an audience. From packed pews beneath the silvery peal of tolling wedding bells, through to the physical witness of noble consummation. Women were pinned to marital beds like long-dead butterflies, their purity proven in bloodshed. Apparently, whether they had previously been acquainted with a needle was a matter of some concern.

Perhaps it was testament to her naïveté that Anri believed she would be immune to such scrutiny.

Guilt had since faded, replaced by a fervent belief that her choice was more significant for its lack of pomp and ceremony. No vow commanded her affection or compelled her loyalty. Leonhard was not her spouse, nor even her friend, but instead something greater and more insidious. Word travelled fast, the most unholy and unlikely of pairs piquing interest, setting tongues to wag. Graceless creature, Anri had fallen far and hard – the leap had been her own, no hand shunting her forwards – and for her impertinence she would be expected to explain herself.

The question had pulled Anri from her reverie, dragging her gaze from the campfire that quietly died in its makeshift earthen cradle. Tentative flames burned heatless and weak, struggling for purchase on damp, frost-kissed kindling.

“If you had glimpsed what lies beneath his silver mask, you would know that the Ringfinger is striking, with nobility carved into his features.” In another time and place, Lord Leonhard would have stridden through marble halls, all gilt and glory. Those such as she would have been tasked with turning down beds, drawing bath waters, preparing meals. Faceless in their sweeping, scrubbing servitude, scurrying along hidden passageways. That knowledge was perhaps what shamed Anri, causing colour to pool in her cheeks and setting her pale fingers to fidget with a loose strand of flaxen hair.

“It never fails to amaze me how two people can spring from such vastly different moulds. Where I am soft, he is firm. Such is the breadth and strength of his body that, even though we are of a height, his outline swallows mine. No matter how often nor how deeply I drink of him, I am always left wanting. It is a terrible hunger.” Leonhard was an itch beneath the skin, a thorn that she refused to excise. How terrifically he grated against her, the deliberate strike of flint conjuring sparks, stoking her oft slumbering temper.

“His scars…” With her breath hanging ghostly in the frigid air, Anri offered the struggling fire another piece of wood, nudging it closer to extinguishment. “Those marks are inherent to him, a tapestry of past suffering – and they carry their own beauty.” How tentatively Anri had touched him, in the beginning. Curious and careful as fingertips explored those remnants of former anguish, wondering if his smooth, scarred skin was sensitive or numb. Being trusted to come that close never failed to feel like a gift, even when he insisted on sneering at her gentleness and wonder.

“You must think me a silly thing, hopelessly beguiled by his wintry eyes, seduced by his velvet voice and immutable charm. I know that he is capable of tremendous cruelty, that some deem him insufferable – but he isn’t, not to me.” Straightening a little, Anri regarded her company closely, thoughtfully, a sliver of defiance evident even in her exhaustion. “I do not expect you to understand my affection for Leonhard, but surely my attraction is well-grounded.”

#i can't believe you've done this eddie #calling my girl out like that #but here she is doubling down on her questionable life choices #ahgsd she still maintains there's some good in the resident bad boy #even if that goodness is just that he doesn't choose to eviscerate her #thank you for this! ♡#the way my leonhard x anri brainrot is back in force 😌#◈ — answered #umtplex #◈ › bonds — ❛ though his ways are hard and steep ❜ — anri × leonhard — umtplex #cw: suggestive #◈ — ic; anri

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chuluoyi · 2 months

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yours, indefinitely

- geto suguru x reader

each memorable and meaningful moment shared by the two of you during your journey to parenthood ♡

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact! (yes i can't resist it) pregnancy, a lot of comfort and love, insecurities, hurt/comfort, a dash of crack, soft!geto, massive and absolute fluff !!

note: based on this and this. this... is an idea i got after writing drabbles about soft dad gojo :') you all know this is my first time writing geto and the first time in a while i'm writing a longer fic so i'm having a lot of doubts but i hope you'll enjoy it!! wc. 3k !

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When you found out that you were five weeks pregnant, you were genuinely conflicted for two reasons— one, it was unexpected as you weren't even married yet, and two, you were anxious about your boyfriend's reaction to the news.

But contrary to your worries and fears, doubts and tears... Geto Suguru marries you. He led you to the city hall almost immediately— and just like that, in the eyes of the law, you were officially husband and wife.

Because he has always known that he wants to share his life with you, and with this newfound responsibility, it only reinforces his conviction that he wants that kind of forever with you.

MONTH TWO

Your pregnancy wasn't a breeze—no pregnancy is, to be exact—and you had resigned yourself to mornings of throwing up, but you definitely didn't expect that you would get so sick to the point of almost passing out in the bathroom.

You never wanted Suguru to see you like this, but when a strong arm got a hold of you and pulled back your hair, your heart soared regardless.

"Hey, you okay?" Suguru asked, clear worry lined in his eyes. It was five in the morning—he must've been awoken by the ruckus you caused in the bathroom.

When you heaved a breath and nodded, his frown deepened. "Why didn't you call me?"

"N-no, Sugu—" the words barely left your lips before the overwhelming urge to retch hit you again and you doubled over the toilet bowl.

Suguru maintained a steady hold on your body, and not once did he waver even when you puked your guts out. His grip only loosened when you were done, supporting you up and assisting you in rinsing your mouth at the sink.

"Do you feel better?" he asked gently, dabbing your mouth with a tissue. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

"Suguru, you don't have to—" you untangled yourself from him feebly, still feeling faint. "It stinks here—"

"I have to," he reinforced, gaze boring straight at you. "Do you really think a smelly bathroom will stop me?"

“I d-don't want to trouble you...”

Suguru sighed and the next thing you knew, you found yourself being lifted in a princess carry, his hands securely under your knees. Surprised, you let out a yelp. "Suguru! P-put me down!"

"I'm telling you, you should trouble me," he pursed his lips together, face inching closer to yours, his dark eyes captivating, almost drawing you in. "We're in this together, remember?"

And in that very second, the sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and with it a renewed sense of love you had for this man, once just a figure you admired from afar and now, wholly your husband.

"Yeah..." you responded with a soft smile, completely unaware that Suguru cherished seeing that expression on your face more than anything else.

MONTH THREE

When you reached the third month, you thank all heavenly deities out there that your nausea was getting much better.

But in its place was your outrageous craving requests that more often than not sent Suguru into a daze.

"Wha? Say that again?" he looked at you with twitching eyes, mostly in disbelief. "You can't seriously ask me to... get what?"

"Ice cream with lemon toothpaste flavor," you looked at him with sad puppy eyes, almost resembling that glassy-eyed emoji. "It seemed tasty, Suguru... I want it."

His immediate response was clear this time. "No. Love, that... I doubt that combination even exists."

"Hmph... but baby wants it."

"But—!"

"Or I'll just get the toothpaste and—"

"No! Absolutely no!" okay, this was crazy, but Suguru would figure it out, somehow. "You can't eat toothpaste! I'll get it for you, okay!"

"Teehee~" your small giggle actually made his head spin even further, but if it meant you and your baby's wellbeing, Geto Suguru would cross the roads and did something to get you that non-existent ice cream.

In the end, he settled for mint and orange (because the parlor ran out of lemon) to recreate the nonsense of lemon toothpaste flavor. But when you tasted it, your eyes welled up with tears though.

“This... doesn't taste like toothpaste or lemon,” you sniffled, feeling betrayed. “Suguru, you liar.”

. . . oh, and here goes round two of wild goose chase of recreating edible ice cream for you and the baby. Sigh.

MONTH FOUR

With each passing day, your belly swelled, becoming increasingly prominent and rounder. And you wouldn’t believe it but the pregnancy glow was there—through your husband’s eyes, you looked most radiant, carrying his baby.

And it multiplied more when he saw you interact with his two girls.

"Miss Y/N, is it a boy or a girl?" Nanako inquired, touching your bump, her voice filled with excitement.

"Ah, we haven't found out yet..." you patted her in the head, quite touched that now she cared for you this much too. "What do you think it's going to be, Nanako-chan?"

"Ooh, it has to be a boy! If it's a boy, surely he'll be as handsome as Master Geto!"

Mimiko, ever the calmer of the two, hummed. "Hmm, personally I think it's going to be a girl."

"Ehh? If it's a girl... I guess, yeah— at least she's going to be cute!"

Maybe it was your hormones at play, but your spirits dampened somewhat when you noticed how Nanako leaned more towards the prospect of baby brother. The thought lingered in your mind even later that night on your marital bed, as Suguru spooned you from behind.

“Come to think about it, I think we can find out the gender right about now…” you mused, stroking your belly absentmindedly. “Suguru, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

Suguru chuckled, placing his warm, bigger hand over yours on your growing tummy. “Hmm, you first. What do you think?”

"Honestly... a girl. At least, if it were up to me, I want a girl though."

"Ah, cute." Suguru felt his smile broaden at the very idea. "Mimiko and Nanako will get an adorable sister to play dress up with."

You nibbled your lower lip. "But you'd want a boy, wouldn't you?"

"Hm? No," he responded almost immediately. "Quite the opposite, actually. I'm with you on this one. A girl would be nice."

"Even when you already have the twins?"

"Another baby girl— what's so bad with that?" Suguru sighed against your neck, his palm still tenderly caressing your belly. "One who will look like you—the woman whom I love the most... what are you worried about?"

One thing you loved about Suguru was his eloquence. His words had the power to persuade you, even when they seemed at odds with your own beliefs. And more often than not, his words were always aimed to make you feel safe.

And right now, you couldn't have loved him more.

. . .

In your next checkup, as if the gods were all granting your wish all this time— you're having a girl.

MONTH FIVE

“Why won’t she kick?” Suguru pressed his ears on your tummy on the bed, brows knitting together.

You grinned. “She was quite lively a little while ago. She's probably resting now.”

Suguru pursed his lips into a pout, snuggling closer to your round belly. “Hmm, little one, can you hear me? Just one kick for papa, please?”

Moments like this were ones you cherished the most. Your husband's love for your unborn child always filled your heart with warmth.

“She’s not responding.” Suguru sat up with a gentle sigh, a hint of disappointment shadowing his expression. Yet, he quickly mustered a warm smile for you. “Tired after bothering mama, huh?”

Suddenly, you let out a hearty chuckle. “You know, Suguru… I think our baby resembles you.”

He blinked in puzzlement. “Eh? How so?”

“She’s so peaceful, hardly causes me any discomfort lately—she’s idyllic, just like you.” You could feel your face getting warm but you just had to say this to your husband.

Suguru was visibly taken aback, but then the hints of pink tinted his face as he smiled. “Well… I’m glad that it’s been a smooth experience for you so far.”

Your heart swelled at his tender, genuine smile. Then, as if on cue, you felt the familiar stirrings and flutter inside—

“Suguru!”

You caught his hand and placed it on your tummy, just in time for your daughter to kick.

Suguru’s eyes sparkled with awe. "Did she just—?"

It was a profound moment for him, feeling the tangible sign of the new life you both had created. And as your laughter filled the room, light and joyful, Suguru knew with unwavering certainty—

He would do everything in his power to protect you and this baby. Who had become his whole world now.

MONTH SIX

It began as one ordinary day— before came the most horrific incident Suguru never thought would happen to you.

He got a call that you had passed out in the train station. Suguru had never truly known fear until then, feeling every hair on his body stand on end. The details he was provided were frustratingly vague, and he desperately tried not to think the worst.

He was teetering on the edge of a panic attack as he made his way towards the hospital you were brought to. The mere possibility of anything harmful happening to either you or the baby was unbearable. He didn't allow himself to consider any negative outcomes, driven by the need to be by your side.

By the time he arrived, you had regained consciousness, though you were still drifting in and out, clinging onto your swimming consciousness.

"Are you okay? Love, talk to me." Suguru got a hold of your hand as soon as he arrived, voice trembling. "What happened?"

"Suguru..." you managed to reply in feeble voice, still feeling the dull pounding in your temples. You could feel him squeeze your hand tighter. "I-I'm sorry... to m-make you worry..."

"Why are you saying sorry?" Suguru gritted his teeth in frustration. Always putting others first, he loved and sometimes hated that trait of yours. He stroked your hair. "Tell me how you feel. Do you feel better? Or should I call the doctor?"

Seeing how deeply concerned he was for both you and your baby brought a tear to your eyes. "I'm f-fine... just a little dizzy is all."

Once the doctor examined you and determined that you needed to stay in the hospital for a day due to low blood pressure, Suguru was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You really, really scared me," he said in a raspy voice. "So many things could've gone wrong. What if you fell into the tracks instead? You would— I —" his voice actually hitched. "I could've lost both of you today."

At his words, a new flood of tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you couldn't help but sniffle. Suguru immediately comforted you.

“You’re okay, you’re okay… Don’t cry, please.” He cradled your face gently, thinking he had spooked you. “Just rest. I’m here,” and his other hand rubbed your belly for reassurance. “You and the baby are safe.”

Through this, you realized once again just how secure you were, with him.

MONTH SEVEN

You had been taking the prenatal classes lately—Suguru insisted on it because there was nothing he wouldn't spare for you— and the reality once again sank into you that you were going to have a little human to love and care soon.

"You need to hold her like this..." the friendly instructor guided, positioning her hand on the back of the doll's head. "Be gentle when washing the head, and make sure not to scratch her—"

Now you were once again learning how to bathe the baby. It felt complicated at first, but after the fifth session, you were getting the hang of it.

Not the case with Suguru though. He seemed to be genuinely struggling.

"No, sir! You're going to drown her like that!" the instructor gasped in horror, pulling the baby doll out of your husband's grasp. "I'm sorry, but the way you're holding her is too risky! You have to lower her slowly—"

It brought a wide smile on your face. It was a rare sight to see him not being good at what he was doing, so seeing him totally confused like this was refreshing.

"This is... not quite as easy as it looks," he let out a long sigh, still trying to wash the doll's head as gently as he was instructed. "And I can't really tell when I'm being too rough or not."

"Just imagine it's a real baby, how soft you think you can be?" you advised, almost giggling. "Babies are delicate, sort of like... oh! You can think of them as sensitive as Gojo!"

Suguru gave you a look. "If it were a baby with Satoru's face... I might just flip and toss him away."

And yet despite having a hard time for it, Suguru was persistent in this practice. Because no way was he going to miss out bathing his baby.

MONTH EIGHT

"Suguru... we—" you said in one intake of breath, but unable to continue as he crashed his lips into yours.

With skilled hands, Suguru deftly maneuvered the inside of your maternity sleepwear, unclasping your bra and your breasts—now heavy and full of milk—spilling out.

You didn’t mean to drag him into this. You just made one comment about how you thought that he no longer seemed to desire you as much now and Suguru responded by pulling you into a searing kiss, as if to show you that he, in fact, very much still does.

He groped your left breast and your body spasmed as you let out a hitched moan, writhing under him.

“What part of you—” he drawled, eyes blazing with certain electricity, voice deep and low—and you couldn’t help getting even wetter down there. “—that you said I’m not interested in anymore, mama?”

You mewled, feeling so small under him. You could only whine as he stripped you out of your silken undergarments and let you lay there bare, ready for the taking.

In Suguru’s eyes, you were the most divine. The mother of his child couldn't be less than heavenly. Seeing you so swollen and so full, with everything that was his—made him harder than ever possible.

You would learn it the fast way as his lips latched on your neck, nimble fingers worked through your breasts, and then your pussy—

“Ride me,” he commanded, right after turning you into a wet mush three times and tasting your cum—which was still as sweet as ever. He helped you get up and sat on his hardened member, that slid so easily inside you as you let out a whimper.

Gone was your gentle husband—he always turned into another beast entirely in bed.

“Look at you, sitting so pretty for me like this,” Suguru remarked with a meaningful grin as he placed his hands on both sides of your enormous belly.

“Mmnghh!” you scrunched your eyes shut. The sounds you made were completely beyond your will by now. Everything was just overwhelming you. The way his thick cock sheathed itself inside you and made you feel full, and the way your baby twisted and turned inside you at the same time was mind-blowing— and you haven't even started moving yet.

You could already see it already, how much of a mess you were going to be in once this ended.

Suguru noticed the baby’s rambunctious movement too and lightly tapped the skin of your belly, maintaining his sly smile.

“Oh, baby… forgive your papa and mama and buckle up, yeah? It’s going to be a rough ride for a bit.”

And soon, on one fateful morning, you were awoken by signs of labor, followed by your water breaking and full-blown contractions.

Suguru was beside you the entire time, worriedly hovering over you for support. He held you tight, providing comfort as you curled inwards each time intense contraction gripped your womb like a vice, hardening it into a rock-hard mass. Now is the real deal, he thought. Suddenly he was having doubts himself— he was going to become a parent. Both of you are.

Seeing you subjected to that much pain was almost unbearable, and even more so when your pained cries and screams echoed through the room as you brought your baby into the world, but then, then, suddenly—

His baby girl is here. She fit perfectly in his arms, round and snug in her blanket, with the softest black tufts of hair that she inherited from him. She cooed and mewled in her sleep—

—and Geto Suguru thought, nothing—absolutely nothing else mattered the very moment he laid eyes on his beautiful daughter.

"She is so tiny, so precious," Suguru whispered, his finger gently tracing the soft cheeks of the sleeping baby. Leaning on his shoulder, you could only sigh in awe, marveling at the sight of your husband and your new baby.

"Thank you," he turned to you then, eyes brimming with unshed tears and emotions. For giving me a another person to care for and love.

And you were at your happiest, finding yourself falling in love with your husband all over again, knowing well that he would cherish you with everything he had.

Days and months following the birth of your daughter was hectic and eventful.

Nanako and Mimiko had been a really great help around the house, and they adored your baby daughter more than anything, always taking turns to entertain her and make her all giggly, which brought you to another level of happiness.

And most of all, Suguru had taken his new role as a dad very seriously. You remembered him visibly struggling at baby care classes, but now he was a master of diaper changing and baby bathing— and you wouldn't be surprised if he was even better than you by now.

"Suguru, how are you so great at this all of a sudden?" you genuinely wondered with a literal question mark as you watched him washing your daughter in a bubble bath, her laughter filling the room.

"Hard work and perseverance, love," he replied, his tone light but proud. And you snorted when he gave you a wink.

Your daughter had never been shy to cry her heart out at 3 in the morning too, and each time she did, whenever you were about to leave the bed, Suguru would gently hold you back with a raspy voice, murmuring, "I'll get her. Go back to sleep."

He was the best husband a woman could ask for. Throughout the five months of your postpartum, he always made sure that you stayed hydrated, had a lot of rest and consumed nutritious food to replenish your strength. He always took over the baby-rearing duties whenever possible. You were treated no less than a princess, and honestly you were ever so grateful.

And so this time, despite his willingness, you got up from the bed and went to the baby's room. And the sight there caught your heart—

"There, there..." Suguru's voice was thick with sleep, yet he rocked your daughter back and forth with gentle patience. "Do you want to change your blanket? Is it not comfy for you?"

Your heart softened, melted—perhaps even fluttered away with the wind, turning into mush. When you first discovered a year ago that you were going to have a baby, you could never have anticipated that this was the life you would find yourself in.

Suguru opted to switch the blanket for a new one, but as you watched him fold and unfold it several times, confusion evident on his face, you decided it was time to step in.

"Here, you do it like this," your sudden appearance startled him, as you gently took the fabric away from him and wrapped your fussy daughter in it. "Looks like I finally found something you're still not great at," you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

He was about to usher you back to the bedroom until you said that. "Heh."

You loved this life, and he too wouldn't trade it for the world. In the quiet tranquility of dawn, after both of you had successfully put your baby back to sleep, you spoke, "Thank you... and I love you, Suguru."

But he thought— you shouldn't have to thank him for anything, because after all, Geto Suguru lives for two princesses in his life; you and his baby daughter.

And after this, all that was left was giving you the wedding celebration of your dreams, one that both of you had been setting aside for a while now.

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ofetoiles · 10 months

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hunting for little manga boys with messy blonde hair....

#looking for a face claim for the little guy ever !#messy blonde/white hair is literally the only trait i need I'll do the rest of the editing myself #that's why im looking for manga fc it's much easiest to edit #sits on the floor #plz send suggestions if you know any !#and thanks in advance ♡( ◡‿◡ )#⤷ ✧･ﾟ: peachy matters | ooc.

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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months

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pornstar! ghost who buys u cute little underwear sets for every scene u do together ?? he says it doesn’t mean anything but in reality he spent hours trying to pick out the nicest colours n fit for u <33

18+; mdni / suggestive fluff / pornstar!ghost x fem!reader; masterlist here ♡

ghost's foot drummed against the ground as he studied the boutique from the street. the window displays were decorated with flower arrangements and expensive-looking cotton clouds, among which golden hangers displayed the most intricate sets of lingerie he had ever seen.

fitting for you.

you, who he knew—no matter what kind of a scene you were shooting—liked to feel beautiful on set. beautiful just to be adored and worshipped: to be made love to, or beautiful to be turned messy: to be fucked and made to feel used. that touch of something pure was always there when you showed up for work, day after day with a sparkle in your eyes.

with a warm chuckle, ghost stepped inside.

everything about the boutique reminded him of a candy store. the colors, the details, and even the scent of something sweet were all tugging the corners of his lips into a warm smile.

he was utterly out of his comfort zone, but fuck, did it also make him feel all sorts of fucking thrilled.

you’d love the place to bits.

“shopping with a special someone in mind?”

the words flowed from the tongue of a sales assistant: a twinkly-eyed woman whose arms spread in a greeting as she closed the distance to him. “a partner, perhaps?”

bloody hell.

“oh, no—err—,” ghost cursed under his breath as he let out a deep laugh. “just a friend, really.”

“that’s one lucky friend right there,” she chuckled. “we carry a wide range of sizes and models for all body types, but if there’s any chance that you’d happen to know their measurements, that would—“

“yeah. of course. yeah, I’ve got—,” his finger slid into the pocket of his jacket, and he pulled out a neatly folded note that he handed to the assistant with a grin. “I—err—asked her stylist.”

“your friend is in the show business, is she?” the assistant mused as she unfolded the paper—a touch of warm amusement on her features as her eyes scanned the handwriting. “perfect. I see that they’ve included everything we need for finding the—,” she paused, her brows rising as a bright smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “you really did come prepared, huh?”

“yeah, I’ve got val to thank for that,” he let out a laugh as his gaze traveled across the store. everything about the space screamed luxury, from the velvet couches to the tall windows and the complimentary champagne that the assistant—nila, she introduced herself—was now offering him.

yet with a shake of his head and a polite smile ghost declined the drink, all due to the spark of curiosity prickling under his skin.

while he was not usually a man to display his feelings and emotions publicly, as his feet now led him towards a stand in the middle of the store, he knew there was no use in trying to bite down his smile.

for on a round stand, surrounding a tall flower-arrangement, half a dozen sets of lingerie were gently placed: each of them damn near handcrafted to you.

their colors, cuts, and details were all you.

“seems like something’s stood out," nila’s voice was warm as she stepped to him.

“she’ll call me a bloody stalker for knowing her this damn well, but these—,” ghost let out a warm chuckle as he nodded his head, “yeah. she’d feel fuckin’ beautiful in these.”

“you really do know her,” she peered up at him, much in the same way that he was used to with other women. yet what came to her, in her eyes was nothing but genuine curiosity: warmth not towards ghost, but towards you. “she’s really lucky to have someone like that.”

“it’s really fuckin’ me who’s gotten lucky,” despite the whisper of a smile on his features, with his words his voice dipped ever so slightly. “she’s the best thing I’ve ever—,” he wet his lips with a chuckle. “it’s the way she makes you feel seen. special. like you—“ he shook his head. “fuckin’ hell do I know. never really been good with words.”

“if even a fraction of that glimmer in your eyes is visible when you look at her—,” nila arched an amused brow. “believe me, she knows.”

“rather she didn’t.”

“stuck on that stage, huh?”

ghost grinned, wetting his lips as a touch of warmth rose to play on his cheeks. “alright, enough of that, yeah? back to the—,” he gestured towards the stand with a chuckle, “fuckin’ lingerie, eh?”

the next two hours flew by on wings as ghost gathered a selection of pieces for you. each one was carefully picked not only to bring attention to all those things he knew you loved about yourself but also all those small parts that you were still learning to embrace. all of it—he hoped—to help you see yourself in the way that he saw you.

nothing short of perfect.

“the last one,” nila smiled as her fingers finished tying off one last satin bow: one just as perfect as the previous dozen had been. “and we’re all done.”

ghost wet his lips with a chuckle as he reached for the gift box. “is it weird to suddenly feel fuckin' nervous?”

“a little,” she smiled. “you really don't need to worry,” she arched a carefully amused brow, “ghost.”

his gaze found hers, his brows furrowing slightly. “you know who—“

“from the moment you walked in.” nila’s laugh was soft as she leaned against the counter: her amusement now reflecting back on the features of ghost.

“and so, you know who these are for, eh?"

“it’s just a wild guess, really.” her grin turned into a careful smile. “she’s beautiful. don’t—,” she shook her head. “don’t let her go.”

“fan of hers?”

“sexual awakening of sorts.”

“fuckin’ understandable,” ghost’s laugh was breathless as he pushed off the counter, his hands now filled with gift bags. “thank you, eh? for all your help.”

“of course,” she beamed—only for her eyes to widen with a sudden realization. “hold up! I almost forgot—“ she reached over the counter to wrap her fingers around the note of measurements scribbled down by valeria.

“believe me,” nila laughed as she slipped it into the pocket of ghost’s jacket. “you don’t want to lose it.”

it was not until he had made his way home that he finally fished out the folded paper: the one that did not only include the measurements of your bust, hips, and waist. scribbled at the bottom was also an additional message, accompanied by a small hand-drawn picture.

on the off chance that one of these days you’ll go and admit just how down bad you are for her. – V

a measurement, and next to it, a drawing of a ring.

fuckin’ hell.

ghost blinked his eyes shut with his laugh, deep and warm.

for now, the small pile of gift-wrapped boxes would have to do, yet as he walked to his bookshelf and slid the note between the pages of his favorite book…

that’s when he promised himself to never lose that small paper, and with it, the reminder to hold onto you, too.

a/n: aah my wee cheeks are literally cramping from how brightly I smiled when writing this, haha. too cute? nah, we don’t know her. love you all! / pornstar!ghost masterlist / my inbox is still so very open for all your thoughts about him. 💌

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #pornstar!ghost

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