#but for sure it would look fancy af

[suchawrathfullamb]

Hannigram Wedding Rings

very gothic very dark vibes option but also,

mind palace reference ring? I think so.

#hannibal would probably be like “here's this caterpillar shaped ring made out of human bones” or some shit #or like “here will i performed open heart surgery on myself and scrapped a piece of my heart and now it's a ring” #but for sure it would look fancy af #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #hugh dancy #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen

[forcemeanakin]

ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ʜᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴇɴꜱᴇɴ

Okay so this is a alternate of @hanasnx starlet!reader but with my own little twist because I just love the scenery and the glamour of the shows <3 So I present to you: VSangel!reader x Hayden Christensen (let's ignore the fact that I've been working on some of these scenarios for YEARS now).

This is hella long and nsfw, so beware. 3K.

Previous inspo: Link

BACKGROUND:

Hayden has probably seen you in a big billboard before, maybe an ad on TV, but didn't remember your name. He thought you were hot though. A pretty little thing that was probably out of an old man's league anyway.

You are in your 20's, so you grew up with the Star Wars prequels and without a doubt Anakin Skywalker was your childhood crush. Posters on your walls, watching other movies Hayden was in just to see him. Most of your classmates probably made fun of your Star Wars obsession because you were only into it because of the hot guy in Revenge Of the Sith. How wrong they were!! It was also because of the hot guy in AOTC!

Also you're like a total SW geek, but we'll talk about it later.

THE BEGINING: How did you two meet?

Considering that both of you are from different areas of show business, you had to meet in a common ground. I don't see Hayden going to a fashion show before you (and then that's the only place paparazzi can catch him for sure <3). So after a lot of thought, you two met at an Award show (my mind goes automatically to the Tiff Tribute Awards). Or more specifically, the after party.

I picture Hayden saying hello to a couple of people he knows before heading to the bar and sticking around there, just sipping on his drink and greeting whoever comes along to shake his hand and pat his shoulder.

You already saw him back on the red carpet, making your best effort to not get your drooling face captured by a paparazzi. Your stunning dress and detailed makeup made you look like a million dollars !!!

And he noticed. Fuck, did he notice.

Walking by the bar, after pep talking yourself into talking to him for like half an hour, you pulled up right beside him to order yourself a drink. A cosmo or some shit like that. Very fancy and pretty, like you.

He was hypnotized by you the second he saw you up close. Actually, the second he saw your ass swinging his way.

That was it. You two were done for the moment your gazes crossed.

He made the first move, saying a polite "hey" and offering to call the bartender for you.

You were batting your eyelashes, grazing his biceps with your long nails and giving those "fuck me eyes" that worked every time. Someone so much more mature and wise, you didn't think he would want you for something besides fucking, so why did it matter if you were a bit sluttier than you were used to?

But you started talking and it was an actual good conversation. He seemed interested in getting to know you and his jokes actually made you laugh. He was all smooth with his compliments and subtle stares at your dress.

I feel like he would give you a nickname from the very first night. Something related to your attire or the sparkle of your eyes, accentuated by the glittery eye shadow.

It would be a downright shame to let that amazing chemistry go to waste for a meaningless hookup. Luckily he didn't let that happen.

Like a true gentleman, he walked you to your car, using the back door and called it a night. Not before asking for your number and teasing a goodnight kiss.

The next day, while you were getting ready to shoot a campaign, you receive a text from an unknown number, but you immediately knew who it was.

"Hey, starlight." There's a whole other version of this with them meeting over a smoke break, but I know that's not everyone's cup of tea.

BEFORE AND AFTER YOU:

Okay so let's set some things straight. Hayden's not a public guy. he hates having his private life printed on newspapers and he's not a fan of social media. At all. Heck. he doesn't even like to leave his house on weekends. But after you? He had to get used to it. You're this generation very own Gisele Bündchen. You're everywhere. You're everything. You are the fashion world. So paps are very much included in every moment of your life.

BEFORE GOING PUBLIC:

You tried to keep it hidden as much as you could. It was not very hard with you traveling almost every day and him living in LA, at his new house. And whenever he could, he escaped to his own little paradise in Canada.

So texting was basically everything you could do.

He even learned new lingo just to keep up with you :)

But you both craved more, so the next time you were in LA, you were going to grab dinner.

The damn paps got a few pictures of you and that's when the rumors started.

At first not many people recognized him, mainly because the pictures were taken from behind him, but the curls and the outfit ratted him out to a few observant fans.

But media didn't believe them, I mean, why? And the selected group that decided to run with that narrative used headliners like: "how the fuck did the awkward guy from SW pulled y/n's ass?"

After weeks of trying to be low-key for his sake: going on coffee runs using his caps and sunglasses so people wouldn't recognize you, having dinner dates at his house and/or choosing far away locations to stroll with a bit of privacy; you gave up. Your already public life was catching up with you two. So it was better to ride the wave than to escape it and fail in the process.

BUT BEFORE ABSOLUTELY GOING PUBLIC, I love the idea that interviewers were trying to drag the information out of you. Maybe at a red carpet or at an interview with a digital magazine, people would throw you some questions to see if you bite the bait:

"So, Y/n, who's your favorite SW character?"

And you would grin knowingly but never backing down. Your answer would vary from Obi-Wan Kenobi (to mess with Hayden) or R2 when you felt like sharing some of your SW passion.

But right before you two decide to go full-on public, you decide to mess with them, for your own entertainment: "You know, I do have a soft spot for Darth Vader."

PEOPLE GASPED AT THAT CRUMB OF CONFIRMATION.

GOING PUBLIC:

It was at a red carpet

You two went in separate cars

Hayden walked first, having his picture staken and signing autographs while you barely arrived at the event

The second you entered the carpet the cameras went off on you, total focus on getting pics of your designer dress

You were posing like an absolute goddess, answering some questions with wit, trying to spot your boyfriend with the corner of your eye

Finally you locked eyes and he raised a dubious eyebrow, like saying: "Are we seriously doing this?"

And you gave him a bright beam, stretching your arm to him as he walked to you, taking your hand and kissing the inner side of your forearm before placing it on his shoulder. Fingers dropping to your waist and pulling you to him while you laugh, his mouth lowering to your ear to whisper: "You always get your way, huh?"

You chuckled and kissed his cheek, you two turning to face the cameras, just for a few seconds before moving on.

DATING:

I'll not get into the heavy details of how you two managed to make your relationship work, with your traveling and photoshoots, because fuck that. I'll only say that there was a lot of sexting and he was a fucking natural at it. Mile high club as well.

You two would still try to remain unrecognizable by the paparazzis but more chill this time.

That meant having more pictures of you on your candle lit dinners or your fun Sunday mornings in the park out there.

I JUST KNOW THERE'S A PICTURE OF YOU KISSING IN THE PARK. YOU ON YOUR TIPPY TOES WHILE YOUR ARMS ARE AROUND HIS NECK. BIG GRIN ON YOUR FACES, LIKE IT WAS TAKEN SECONDS BEFORE YOUR LIPS MADE CONTACT.

The media would still release some mean headliners but thanks to the dilf culture cultivated in social media, some were actually rooting for you. Oh, and fans were torn between you; hating you because you were clearly fucking him and loving you because since your relationship started, you gave them more Hayden content.

The SW questions were constant in the interviews and talk shows, to the point that you were always brought some type of SW merch: a Grogu plush, a kids lightsaber, a little R2 replica. Whatever it was, it was always pulled whenever the question about you and Hayden was brought up.

You still kept answering "Obi-Wan" with a laugh and no additional information. "He has the high ground." You shrugged your shoulders, shaking your head with a cheeky smile.

Later in bed, when Hayden was giving you your daily dose of healthy cum :))) pounding into you with an admirable expertise, he whispers: "Who has the high ground now, baby?"

CLICHE BUT LET ME HAVE THIS

You never revealed to Hayden that he was your childhood crush, I mean, you could have mentioned it the first night but you didn't want to approach him like a fan. And then you didn't want to look psycho so you just let it be. And now it was too late.

But then

In the middle of an interview, a girl that actually gained your honest trust, asked you the anticipated question:

"How does it feel to date Anakin Skywalker?"

And... (the next bit was written by Indy during a brainstorm and I just wanted to share the exact words <3)

"in the interview you’re visibly nervous, rubbing on your knee, leaning forward, adopting a slackened posture. “yeah..” big grin, “he was actually my childhood crush.” “no!” the interviewer says in awe. “yeah! yeah,” you kinda laugh and cover your mouth. “i didn’t tell him. is that bad?” you put your nail in your teeth to fidget, putting on a little lovable twist to your face"

And then he sees the interview and he shots you an immediate text with the link like: "Oh???"

You know what you'll come home to

He's sitting on his usual chair, reading a book when he hears the door creak. You showed up with a shy smile, his arms opening up to let you crawl on his lap. Knowing that he'll bring it up, you hide on his neck, blush all over your cheeks. Hayden is caressing your thigh up and down, while he hugs you with his other arm and snorts: “did you keep that from me on purpose?” with a little swat on your ass (Indy, 2023).

THE REACTION OF PEOPLE ON SOCIAL MEDIA AFTER THE INTERVIEW. you cackle at the comments: "Not Y/n admitting she is dating her childhood crush!! She's one of us!!!" “HE WAS NOT” “bro no 😭 i thought she was single” “darth vader. you win again” (Indy, 2023).

Also dragging you to hockey games <333 you start to love the sport because of him but at first you didn't understand shit

He laughed at your reaction when you saw the first fight in the rink

"Do they just... start beating each other up and the ref let them?" You winced exaggeratedly.

"Yup." He laughs, drinking a sip of his beer.

KISS CAM KISS CAM KISS CAM

Also opening the car door for you after a date night, protecting you from the paps???? That's a head canon I'll take from starlet!reader and apply it here because YES YES YES

FASHION SHOWS AND SOCIAL MEDIA

ofc he goes to your fashion shows !!!!! front line baby !!!!!!!! And he is so fucking proud of his beautiful girlfriend.

So motherfucking supportive it hurts.

He comes home and peppers kisses all over your face, praising you for a job well done.

"I would buy all the clothes you sell, baby"

Or if you wore something he particularly liked, he would be desperate to get home and show you just how much he loved your teeny tiny dress on the runway.

He even learned how to dress appropriately to match with your outfits. NEVER LEAVING THE CAPS BEHIND OFC !! But his personal style improved so much, we are proud of him :)

ALSO whenever he is out and spots an ad of yours he takes a picture of it and sends it to you. Maybe with a little heart or smile, or a little text like: "so proud of you baby." Sometimes he takes a selfie with the campaign!!! such a dad selfie, his head tilted back and kind of blurry because he's trying to get the right angle !!!!

also social media with him !!!! again, he doesn't have any active accounts but you do. For his sake, you don't post a lot of things about him, however, some things are too adorable not to share. And fans love you for the little crumbs you give them

A list of photos I think would be posted on this reader's insta stories:

A photo of him in the garden, checking his tomatoes. I KNOW HE HAS TOMATOES

A photo of your shadows during a coffee run. Bonus points if it's Tim Horton's and it has the Canada location tag

A photo of his back while he's making breakfast

A photo of the view from his house. Bonus points if it is from the bathroom window. Extra points if it has any indicators that you two were previously fucking in there, like steamy doors.

A casual photo of you on his couch and you can see the famous chess game

a video of you two watching the prequels and you can hear yourself saying: "omg who's the handsome guy?" when he appears and he laughs.

A photo of you with one of his caps. Bonus points if it's the Toronto Maple Leafs one.

VS FASHION SHOW

OH YES. THE GOOD PART. THE FUN PART.

He never thought he would be in this position. Front line at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. But he is. And he's there to support his girlfriend. Heck, that still sounds funny to him-

You're out there, strutting your gorgeous figure for the world to see: with your six inch heels, your pretty wings and tiny lingerie- You're a fucking dream. His dream.

He's there at the front line with the Proud Boyfriend club, along with Adam Levine (I know but he got us fooled for half a decade) and Caleb from Kings of Leon.

His heart is pounding hard when your face appears in the initial video where they present all of the models walking

The first time you walk, he stands up, cheering loudly and smiling brightly at you. You were opening the show!!!!! how huge!!!

You focus on the cameras and getting the pose right but when you turn, walking on the side he's in, you point at him, even blow him a kiss.

The other two times you walk, because the initial pressure is off, you can focus more on him, and shoot him a playful wink and/or wave at him. He's grateful that you're giving him that attention, now he can brag around with hard evidence. :)

They dressed you up in a very flirty little piece, a pair of panties with a black bow on your rear side. When you get to the end of the runway, you turn around and show it off, maybe even playfully shake a little.

You know you'll pay for it back home

You will also pay for flirting with the music guest in the middle of the runway

I mean, you were not flirting, just doing the regular thing of pointing at them and dancing with them for mere seconds. But the music guest really focused on you and your strut. Maybe you did take advantage of the moment to get him all jealous and get some angry sex out of it

He could understand that part of your job. It didn't mean he liked it. He made sure to send some backhanded comments in the after party to make sure the musical guest got the picture. That you were taken.

It was so fucking hot.

He loved loved loved your police woman outfit, offering to pay for it himself so you could take it with you.

He was a fan of your angelic look with the enormous big, white wings. Almost drowning you in feathers but making you look like a real life angel. You were to him at least :)

You take such cute pictures on the pink carpet <3 he's looking like arm candy, an absolute accessory of yours. And he was happy to do it ! It was your night and he couldn't be any happier to be there with you !

Although the paps did catch him while he was staring at your spilling boobs. But could you blame him? That dress was TIGHT.

Hayden also has a photo of one of your VS campaigns in a giant frame in his office <3 you were so ashamed at first but you secretly loved that he paraded you around like that <33333333

you can catch glimpses of it during online interviews

LAST BIT

You are in a talk show, talking about the VSFS 2025, when the interviewer gets all serious and jumps:

"Last question, Y/n... is it true you and Hayden Christensen are engaged?"

You open your mouth in bewilderment, scoffing loudly.

"Where did you hear that?"

"Rumors are all over the place... but is it true?"

"No! Of course not." You squealed, acting offended before cracking a sly smirk. "We are married." And you show off the rock on your left hand.

PEOPLE GO WILD.

AHHHHHHHH- I could do this forever but I need to shut up :) also let me know if you want more nsfw content about this couple :)

Also some of these are stolen from my hockeyplayer!Anakin Skywalker / hockeyplayer!Hayden Christensen private headcanons. :)

Last pic because this is how I imagine this reader and Hayden backstage:

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[bugs1nmybrain]

Random Aizawa x Reader Headcanons

Minors Don't Interact

Warning: nsfw, age gap headcanons but not every reader has to have one, implied fem reader, typos

He's actually chill

Like yes around his students he's stern but he has no reason to be with you. He's still kind of stand off-ish and grumpy but he's kind of funny

Enjoys stay in dates

Busy af but he'll figure out how to make time for you even if it's not all the time

Coffee dates, cat cafe dates, maybe a walk around the neighborhood. He enjoys those if you're going out. Nothing flashy or fancy.

He'll bond with you almost instantly if you love cats. It's a green flag for him. You will have a cat together at some point

He's actually not really rushing for any kind of marriage or major commitment. He's not a cheater and he definitely could spend years with you, it's just not in the forefront of his mine.

Isn't extremely affectionate physically but can be if you really initiate it

He actually somewhat likes watching tv shows with you but always starts dozing off. It's funny to see him trying to fight the zzzs

Doesn't have a lot of relationship experience though he's had maybe 3 or 4 serious partners

Age Gap Entry (not relevent for other headcanons)

When I say age gap I mostly mean early 20s and even up to 27ish. 18 and 19 can count.

He's a little worried of the relationship being inappropriate

But he has a good connection with you. A lot of intellectual and emotional understanding

Gets frustrated when you make irrational and naive decisions

Isn't too keen on the daddy kink thing but he is a little protective of you in that he offers common sense and wisdom.

Can get a little overstimulated by your energy but that's not entirely because of age. He's just a naturally. Is lethargic person when he isn't fighting people

You make him feel hip

Nsfw

Kind of lame 😭

Vanilla af and whenever you have sex he tends to end up tired quick

He's not that horny honestly though he does get urges. And when he manages to have sex he enjoys it a lot

Loves that feeling of release when he cums

Doesn't take him that long but sometimes it can be a bit. His average stamina is maybe 7-9 minutes.

His dick is big. About 6 and a half inches and decently thick. A bit of a shower. 4 inch flaccid.

Idk if I want to talk about balls right now but he's got them for sure

Does not shave but if you have an issue at any point he'll consider cutting down

Bondage is surely a fetish but he doesn't indulge in it that often. Likes using binding cloth but he tends to use the ones he uses least often (he has more than one)

Would be hesitant to do anal. He knows he's big. If you're male he'll kind of loosen up cuz it's sometimes a given but he'd be very realistic about it and make sure your prepped right and won't be uncomfortable

Enjoys blowjobs

Isn't a boobs or an ass guy tbh he's just a whatever looks good in the moment guy. Isn't too picky on body types. Whether you're thin or have curves or are heavier he'll appreciate you and want you

Can only cum once a day typically

He does watch porn sometimes. Especially if he's single

Lost his virginity at 20 or so

His fingers are calloused and you'll be able to tell if he fingers you. The roughness actually helps the friction between them and your clit

Rough most of the time but not in the aggressive way. He always has a habit of starting slow and deep but he ends up picking up quite a bit but it feels good

He's good at sex. It's the Scorpio in him

You're so tight for him. His girth and length make it hard for you not to be. Definitely get some needed foreplay in there cuz you'll need to be moist

Despite not liking the daddy kink, it has happened. He let it happen, too. In that moment, he didn't really care, and it was a little hot if he'll admit. But he usually cringes at it and the idea of it.

Uses condoms always unless you're using birth control such as the pill or IUD and in a long term relationship

He's so good it's unbearable. Such a hottie

#aizawa #aizawa shouta #shota aizawa #aizawa smut #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader smut

[lxmbr]

Luxiem when you propose first! 💍

cw: suggestive in vox and ike's. not proofread

notes: thank you so much anon!! i'm so nervous to post this so i really hope this is up to your expectations! so sorry it took so long to make but i actually had a lot of fun! 🩷

Vox Akuma -

• Vox is a pretty traditional man so i think he'd be a bit bummed at first

• of course he'd say yes

• would probably still propose to you anyway

• he might even try to "1 up" you lol

• you mightve done it at a resturant but nonono he planned for weeks to get something "better"

• he ended up popping the question to you where he first asked you on a date

• he'd ask the other luxiem members to help set up the area with flower petals and candles/whatever you fancy

• VERY CLICHE.

• he does the cheesy prep talk before he finally pops the question

• "would you, (first and last name) make me, Vox Akuma the luckiest demon on earth and join me in ruling my clan?"

• afterwards he'd totally rizz you up to make you forget he just "beat you" in a fake competetion

• after BOTH proposals you know what happens ;)

• in the end he would happily say yes but be very flustered as he didnt expect you to be the one to do so. 

• the fact that you proposed first was both hot AND sweet

• he'd still want to give his go at a proposal too though :)

Mysta Rias -

• This boy- man would SCREAM

• he'd be hella surprised

• after he asesses the situation i think he'd do that cringy white girl thing 

• "OH EM GEE!! NO YOU DIDN'T! YES IF COURSE I WILL BABE!" while jumping and fanning his face with his hands

• after the jokes he'd say yes genuinely and kiss you happily

• "ah babeeee in so surprised but..im so happy" with his  sheepish giggle

• would give you the BIGGEST HUG ™

• since you asked him he'd treat you to dinner that night

• "its on me loves..gotta treat my future wife don't i?~"

• wouldnt. stop. talking. about. it. all. week.

• he might cry a bit but he would hide it for sure. maybe only a tear or two would come out

• would be soooo clingy the rest of the day/night

• "can we shower together??" 

• in the end he wouldnt mind all that much..hes just sooo excited to get to marry you!!

Luca Kaneshiro -

• you decided that day was THE day...but..so did he..

• oops! you both proposed the same day!

• of course the 3 year anniversary would he perfect!! why wouldnt he think of the possibility that you'd do it?!

• when you get on 1 knee he'd look around with a shocked expression and would give his awkward laugh

• "WHAT?!" 

• after your speech he got down on HIS knee ans then proposed to you..at eye level since you were still kneeling 

• everyone around was shocked. the other luxiem members aw-ing and laughing

• another loud one

• he'd call back home, YOUR mom, the waiters and waitresses, the lucubs...EVERYONE

• would also be clingy af 

• couldnt look you in the face from pure shyness but you caught him staring at you multiple times

• he wouldnt stop praising you for your proposal

• "omg that was so good baby i loved it!!"

• never lets go of you, your arms and hands are ALWAYS intertwined 

• gets jealous and possessive easily

• he'd pull you away from everyone..mainly the other guys

• "excuse you IKE. my FIANCE is BUSY with ME." while dragging you toward him and pouting

• no one is ever letting you guys live this down

Ike Eveland -

• he already was calling you his fiance/wife/husband before any of this

• he panicked

• after your proposal he pulled you into a quieter place frantically without answering 

• everyone thought it went bad and they all were upset

• you finally saw how red he was and he apologized and wanted to yell "YES" in your face..but he didnt

• "y-yes..i'd love to marry you min kärlek." 

• wouldnt let go of your hand

• makes sure YOU put the ring on his hand, not him

• when you guys come back out hes holding your hand timidly, making sure to show off the ring

• "GUYSSSS STAWPPP" when everyone cheers

• takes you to your favorite place afterward for food and then books a 5 star hotel

• "come on darling...pack up your things! <3"

• lets just say...yall had a NIGHT

• tries his best to be romantic all night

• surprisingly can play it cool with you after the initial shock unlike luca

• while he might be internally freaking out he could calm you down and rizz you up so. easily.

• absolute baby boy ™

• so. SO. excited to start planning

• "so we can have half of the venue (your fav color) and the other half blue!! and omg i can have- and you can- and can we please-" 

• basically very surprisee and panicked but once he gets you alone he very quickly gets insanely excited 

Shu Yamino -

• he already knew 

• was very nervous and wary around you often since he didnt know when but he knew you would yk?

• of course he didnt say anything, he didnt wanna ruin it

• actually he didnt even tell you he knew

• was actually caught off gaurd when you did it at first

• the rest of the proposal though he was able to keep it cool

• he actually bought you a ring and flowers in preperation

• "i would..love to marry you" as he grabs your hand and slips on your ring while you slip his on

• "ah..ive been waiting for this..im so happy"

• only tells close people such as family, luxiem, and manager-san

• asks staff-san for a week off that same day for a pre-wedding honeymoon

• gets shy whenever you call him your fiance/husband and vise versa

• he adores you and is clearly SO excited

• you caught him searching for weddingspo one night when he was supposed to be working

• buys new flowers every week until the day of the wedding

• lowkey had a dream about it and it made him giddy all day when he woke up

#niji en #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #luxiem #mysta rias #nijisanji en #shu yamino #vox akuma #nijisanji #luxiem x reader #luxiem x you #fanfiction #fanfic #headcannons #marraige #JanesShitposting

[urlranpo]

Boyfriend Ranpo | Bungo Stray Dogs

a/n These are just some general headcanons. I'm sorry for making this so long, sometimes I just have a lot to say about a character. Especially Ranpo because he's like one of my favorite characters. enjoy!

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It looks like it's so hard to fall for Ranpo with his cocky attitude and childish behaviors, but somehow, it's so much easier than it seems.

He will know you have a crush on him before you do, but he won't say anything about it. He's still unsure about his feelings for you. Does he like you, or does he like the attention you give him?

He might be a little shit, but he wants to be fair to you.

It might take a while, and some courage, but he'll eventually come to the conclusion that he does like you. How you ever put up with him in the first place is a mystery, but he's grateful for your patience.

One day he just decides that you're his and announces it, and of course, you're confused af.

What's the problem? You like him, he likes you, it only makes sense the two of you go out, right?

You're not opposed in the slightest, but it's very sudden. And he knew you liked him?? Of course, he knew, but still could've said something sooner.

You might have to have a private talk with him later, and surprisingly he's very serious and admits that he's liked you for a while, he just wasn't sure how to approach it since he was new to all this.

When the two of you start officially dating, it's almost like nothing has changed between the two of you. He gives you more attention than anyone else, but he was already doing that before you were dating.

There is one thing that has become different, though. As much as he's extroverted and boisterous in front of everyone else, when you're alone with him, he's somehow shyer than you remember.

Like said before, he's new to all this. He doesn't entirely understand romantic relationships, so he would appreciate a little push here and there, but most importantly, patience.

Ranpo will eventually get used to being in a loving relationship with you, and he won't be as awkward when you're alone. In fact, he becomes 20x clingier.

Your first kiss with him was very spontaneous. The only thing you were doing was talking about your day, and Ranpo comes out of nowhere and leans into to give you the softest kiss of your life. With all the sugar he eats and drinks, his lips feel like pillows. And of course, he acts oblivious about it.

He's very affectionate with you and shamelessly displays that affection in public. Why should he care what anyone else thinks? He adores you and he can't help it when he's "y/n attention deficit." When he does it at the ADA, he get numerous groans, but he doesn't care. He basically runs the place anyways.

Very reluctantly, Ranpo will share his treats with you. But you're the only person who is allowed to touch his candy and know where he stashes it. Loves it when you feed him his candies, saves him some of the work of unwrapping them.

A fun hobby of his is teasing you. There's nothing that makes him giddier than seeing your flushed face when teases you. You look so cute, and the fact that he can get such a reaction from you is stunning.

Isn't the type to be big on taking you on fancy dates. He honestly believes any quality time with you is a date. So, more likely than not, you're going to be the one to do any date planning if you're into that. Unless you push him (or Fukuzawa tells him he needs to treat you better) Ranpo won't usually plan any dates.

He will introduce you to both Fukuzawa and Yosano if you haven't already met them. They're the two people who feel the most like family to him and it's important that you all get along.

He will do everything in his power to protect you. Now, Ranpo isn't the strongest in the agency, but he is the smartest. Many of his decisions are meant to, not only keep the ADA and city protected, but to keep you safe.

Honestly, Ranpo doesn't know how he'll handle it if you were to get hurt. He would blame himself forever because he knows there's probably something he could have done to prevent it. So, make sure to reassure him if at all possible because you will get hurt sometimes, but it's in no way shape or form his fault. He can't control everything no matter how much he thinks he can.

Serious arguments aren't a common occurrence between the two of you. Most fights are over something stupid that aren't that deep. The "angriest" Ranpo has ever been with you was when you ate the last of one of his favorite candies. He sulked all day and refused to talk to you until you got him some new ones.

If there ever was a serious argument, he wouldn't exactly know how to deal with it. He doesn't like fighting with you at all. If he's the one that caused the problem, he becomes timid and would give you a moment to cool down before he apologized with his hat in his hands.

But if you were the one who caused it, he would be a little bit of a dick ngl. He would use his logic and just take you down a peg. He doesn't really realize he's being mean until the two of you take breather away from each other.

After it all, no matter who's fault it was, all Ranpo wants to do is be held. You both can talk or watch tv, he doesn't care as long as you're cuddling.

Overall, Ranpo might be a little conceited and a bit of a know-it-all brat, but he's your brat that you're stuck with forever. He could never imagine himself with anyone else.

Smut Below

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He's an enigma when it comes to the sexual stuff.

Ranpo has never been too experienced in the romantic department, so he's definitely not well versed in intimacy either. But he's not completely clueless.

He knows of some things, and there were countless amounts of people he's met on his cases that tried to get him in bed.

Always thought it wouldn't be a big deal to have sex, but when he realized he loved you, he became a little nervous. He might need a little bit of a guiding hand. He'll try and be the guide if, you, yourself, are a virgin, but he can't promise he'll be the greatest.

Like with all things, however, he learns. He takes note of everything you like and what makes your body jump. And before long, he's an expert when it comes to making sure your needs are being met and more.

Ranpo is more of a switch leaning sub than anything. He can fill either role, but he likes being taken care of the most. It's just in his nature.

When he's subbing, he can be a bit of brat at times, just begging to be shut up. And he does shut up real fast when you punish him. You never heard someone whine like he does. It's pretty cute.

Sometimes he just needs you to take care of him, though. It can be stressful when he has to make difficult decisions while working cases, so just release all that built up stress for him please.

Then there's the times where he's in control and takes revenge on you. He'll tease you until you cry, whether it's with his words or his tongue. As impatient as he is when you tease him, he somehow switches it up when it comes to teasing you.

Easily, he could spend hours working you up, just to rip away your chance of orgasm last second. He can read your body like the back of his hand, so it's no problem for him.

Huge on oral fixation and oral in general.

When it comes to his oral fixation, he loves to just suck on your tiddies. Small or big, he doesn't care as long as he has a nipple in his mouth. And he may or may not enjoy marking up your chest in hickeys. Somedays he's bold enough to go a bit higher and leave them on your neck. If anyone asks about them, he acts like he has no idea what they're talking about.

And then he just straight up loves oral. #1 enthusiast for both ways. Spending hours in between your thighs is a dream for Ranpo. He loves the way you taste. Says you're the sweetest thing he's ever had.

When he's receiving, he's a little embarrassed because you're sucking on his dick and he's moaning like hell. But god, does he love it. He'll never get over the feeling of your tongue pressed against his tip. It drives him crazy.

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[the-fiction-witch]

A Visit

Media House Of The Dragon

Character Daemon Targaryen

Couple Daemon X Reader (Named Alyssa Targaryen. Sister of Rhaenyra and Daughter of Viserys)

Rating Flirty Af

Incest (Niece X Uncle), medieval marriage, Underage (Characters are over age of concept but discuss times when underage), sexual discussion.

Daemon was sat at his desk doing his least favourite task of all tasks, paperwork. The castle of Dragonstone about him, the fire singeing with a few cracks and pops. He heard a knock at the door and lifted his head. His cropped white hair fell into his face, “In.” he snapped his tone brash and inviting. Enters Alyssa, his niece, daughter of his brother King Viserys, and younger sister of Rhaenyra. She comes in nervously but smiling as she always did, in an exquisite black ballgown with embroidered red dragon scales. He noticed she had been riding, as her hair was up in a tight braid from ride on her dragon ‘starling’. 

He looked at her with an intrigued look eyebrow raised for a moment, but as he always did for Alyssa he somewhat exposed the deeper insides. "Alyssa, And what brings you to Dragonstone?" 

"I fancied a visit. Home has been... Trying,"

With a curious expression on his face he tilted his head, "Trying?"

"Mhm, father and sister are fighting again."

“When aren’t they,”

“True,”

"Do you feel safer here, being far away from them?"

"I do. I always feel safer with you," she smiled as she fixed a fly away behind her ear, 

"That's rather nice to hear, I must say. I suppose it makes me feel more at ease knowing you are safe with me. Where their arguments can’t get you.”

“Very much so,”

“Why do you feel safe with me?"

"you’re comforting I suppose," she blushed, their eyes met across the room and for a moment the sound of the fire was all that echoed through Dragonstone's cold halls, "may I?" She looks to the desk, 

A slight smirk appearing on Daemon’s face. He was curious to see how willing she was, so he said nothing, simply nodding his head.

She smiled and came closer to his desk sitting on the corner, Daemon's smirk remained on his face as his niece approached him and decided to sit right next to him. Merely inches from him her thigh barely an inch from his hand, He continued to work on the papers and letters on his desk, not paying much attention to her presence. He knew really that all she wanted, was attention, The only reason she was truly here was because her father and sister were bickering, her stepmother was busy with babies and she was left in the keep without attention. And Daemon had always been her favourite for attention, Her his favourite for attention too. 

However, no matter how much he tried he was still aware that she was there, he was curious as to exactly where she intended to go with her flirtation today, and how far she would go until he snapped and gave her what she wanted.

"Father's been talking again..."

"About what,”

“I can’t,”

“You here… no spies and rats here Alyssa, tell me all about it, if you so wish."

"About me getting married,"

Daemon's eyebrow raised the thought of his young niece being married off made him feel uncomfortable, With his feelings toward her and the matter clear. He was about to say something to protest the idea, yet he stopped himself.

"Not fond of that idea?”

"I'd be happy to be married," she nodded,

Daemon's eyes narrowed, as he tried to put together what she was saying. Her words had come off as quite contradictory, as she said that she would be happy to be married, yet he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. 

"just... Not to anyone my father picks,"

He chuckled there was surely an endless list of reasons why she would be unhappy with any of the grooms her father would no doubt pick for her. There was no doubt that Viserys had his own image in mind of the perfect husband for her. And there was doubt that image had any resemblance to what Alyssa wants or more… who she wants. "Something you've tried discussing with him?"

"mhm,"

"And how has that gone for you?”

"he made the guards lock me in my room." She smiled, 

He laughed, “For how long?”

"Technically... I'm still locked in my room." She giggled as she gently adjusted his hair,

He brushed a lock of his white hair away from his face after she had accidentally moved it out of the place he wanted it, 

"So, you've been in there for how long now?" Daemon asked, with another playful smirk forming on his face.

"four hours or so,"

Daemon chuckled once again, as he couldn't help but be amused. He couldn't deny the fact that he was enjoying himself with her visit. 

"How’d you get out? Red Keep is one of the most impressive castles I’m the realm,” He joked,

“Secrets,” Alyssa giggled, 

Daemon's smirk remained, as he couldn't help but to feel happy that he had Alyssa’s entire attention, the feeling of which certainly made him feel slightly prideful. While she was playing with his hair, he decided to play along, and he shifted his position to make it easier for her to reach his hair for a while he merely worked, and she merely sat the two keeping each other company. 

"I miss you," Alyssa broke the silence but it quickly returned, 

Daemon paused, and as his grin remained on his face, he looked away just momentarily. Despite knowing she was likely just being playful, felt quite touched to hear such words. Alyssa sits silently waiting for a response reading his every expression no matter how small. 

Eventually, Daemon looked back at her, and he couldn't help but give her a warm smile. 

"I miss you too,” He said,  “How could a beautiful and charming lady such as yourself miss her uncle?" he teased, 

"I know but I miss when we both lived in Kings Landing. I used to see you everyday,” she slightly pouted, 

"Yes... I confess I miss those days as well. There are times that I wish we could go back to those days, if only for just a bit."

"I go back there often, in my dreams."

"Dreams? You dream of us going back to those days?”

"I do,"

"So, how often do you dream of me?” He smirked feeling cocky, 

"Every other day"

"And do you... Do you enjoy these dreams of ours?"

"very very much" she cooed as she moved from playing with his hair to stroking down his cheek and down his jaw to his chin, 

As his body began to reach, It took quite a lot of effort for him to stay still and calm.

"Don't you ever dream of me?" 

Daemon's eyebrow raised as he heard her he now realized that she was trying to provoke a response from him. 

"Are you trying to make me admit something, dear niece?"

"Maybe Uncle Daemon," she cooed as childishly as possible kicking her feet as she sat on the desk, 

Daemon's expression shifted to one of amusement, as she had now turned this entire flirtation into a somewhat childlike game in meer seconds but she learnt from the best. 

"So, you're demanding that I admit the obvious?”

"mhm,"

Daemon began to cave, "You're going to keep whining until I admit it?”

"pretty please" she begged,

Daemon chuckled at her pleading, "Fine, I admit it. I have been missing you as well I have wished you here, and I have dreamt of you,"

"Ummm!” she moved and sat on his leg her head on his shoulder as she whined and pouted “I wish I still got to see you every day. I wish father would let me stay here with you," 

"Oh, is that so?”

"no, I like it here. On dragonstone with you"

"Really? What is it that you like so much about it here on Dragonstone?"

"here has you,"

Daemon's heart and cheeks were both becoming quite warm from her words. "Really?"

"mhm, I'd be anywhere so long as I got to see you"

"Anywhere...? Truly?"

"anywhere, the wall, Winterfell, Dorne, Kings Landing, DragonStone, Old Town, Ashi, anywhere at all so long as it has you and somewhere for karaks and Starling to sleep"

"So, you'd be happy to go as far as Essos, just to be with me?"

"I'd go as far as east as east goes and a west as west goes,"

Her words were so simple, yet he was truly quite touched by her response. It made Daemon feel a little bit bad, as he imagined some of the lengths she would go to just to see him again. And just how much he may be taking her devotion for granted. "So... You mean it? You'd go anywhere for me?"

"Anywhere!"

"Alright, I have one final question then dear niece. If you were to go anywhere, anywhere in the world with me, where would you choose?"

"here."

"Is that so? You'd stay right here?"

"I would, starling likes it here"

"are you sure you'd truly want to stay here forever with me?"

"I would very much Daemon," she cooed nuzzling into his neck for a cuddle

Daemon's breath hitched slightly as she nuzzled against his neck but the nuzzle had also felt quite intimate and personal in its own way. Daemon couldn't help but feel his heart thumping in his chest, As she continued to nuzzle, Daemon felt the urge to move her head so she wasn't pressed against his neck. But a part of him didn't want her to move from that position, as the embrace was starting to become somewhat intoxicating. He just couldn't help but want her to keep up this sweet affection of hers.

"will you tell me? About the steps stones? Father won't tell me since he's been home."

Daemon laughed and began to speak of the Stepstones his hand came from his desk and sat on her thigh stroking her dress and its embroidery. She nodded and listened watching his mouth as he explained every detail, 

"I'm sure you fought very bravely" she smiled taking his hand

"If I may say so myself, I did fight very bravely during the Stepstones."

"ummm..." She nodded as she pressed a kiss to his jaw, 

The kiss on his jaw had immediately caused quite the reaction from Daemo. He stopped his conversation with her, but that kiss she gave had caused it to increase at a more rapid rate. 

"How a sweet, innocent young princess such as yourself knows how to be so… seductive”

"Well... I'm just using what you taught me," she whispered giving his jaw more kisses,

Daemon nearly chuckled as she gave him more kisses on his jaw, as they sent shivers of excitement down his spine. His smile widened even further as he gave her a look to tell that he got what she meant.

"I see, so I suppose you learned well,”

"you think I did?'

Daemon's smile was now at it's widest, as he felt quite happy to be reminded of the girl she once was… and the woman she now was, and how much of hand he paid in making her such. 

"I think you did. Well… you had the best teacher,”

“I did,” she nodded,  "I... Have to admit I did tell a little fib"

“Did you lie to me Alyssa?” He smirked, 

"I didn't just come visit Just because I missed you"

"Oh? What was your true motivation for coming to see me?"

"My father is getting pushy about me getting married so..."

No others words needed to pass their lips, they both knew of what she spoke, 

"So you were hoping that if you came here to see me, we may end up marrying?"

"mhm, like you promised. When I was little" she Smiled

Daemon couldn't help but feel a strange flutter in his chest once she mentioned his promise to her. He had joked with her so long ago that he would marry her when she was older. To hear her mention that now, made him quite taken aback and made him wonder if she really did find his words serious.

"Do you truly wish this?”

"Of course do!"

His eyebrows cocked even higher at her immediate answer. He couldn't help but feel very flustered. She had just told him that she wanted to marry him, and Daemon was now questioning whether it was something he was truly going to do. It was indeed quite captivating an idea of her being his bride, in his bed chamber again. 

"is it... Not what you want?" She asked sadly

Daemon was left speechless when she continued to press him. He didn't want to tell her the whole truth, but he could see the sadness begin to appear on her face. She was quite perceptive despite being so innocent, so he needed to tell her his answer. Daemon gulped and took a small breath as he began to respond.

"In the past I had promised you that I would marry you, yet that was before you were even a woman. Now... you are an adult, an attractive woman. The thought of marrying you is... quite tempting."

"so we should get married then!"

She was quite insistent on this promise that they made so long ago. There was absolutely no denying that she was attractive, and the idea of him making love to her was quite a tempting notion. Yet even with all that, Daemon knew that he should really think about this fully before he did anything. Once married she would truly be his, but he was wondering if he truly wanted something so big like that to happen.

“It isn’t that simple Alyssa.”

"... You promised. You promised your marry me. You always said you would. You said I was your princess. You used to give me kisses in the gardens. You used to cuddle me by the fireplace. You used to sit me on your lap in councils. You used to chase me around the training yard tickling me and cutting my dresses. You used to come into my room when I had nightmares and give me kisses. You have been came to comfort me the day I flowered and... Made me feel... Ever so much better. You... You always said you'd marry me, that you loved me. All these years I loved you, you knew I loved you, and you encouraged me... Now I'm a woman ready to marry and... You don't want to?" She asked sternly sounding like a Targaryen even with small tears welling up in her eyes

"You're right... I did promise you that I would marry you and that I loved you. And it is true that I was always there for you in those past years. Yet now you're a woman. A beautiful woman who deserves to be cherished and protected. I care deeply for you, Alyssa yet... I don't know if I truly love you the way that a husband should love his wife..."

"what are you talking about?"

"The way I feel about you now... is not the same way that a husband should love his wife. That is not to say that I do not value you. It's... it's just..." he said, "The way I feel towards you... It is not love. I do not love you like that. I never have. I've always felt lust around you. That is all. It was lust."

"... But you said you loved me..."

"I have always desired you. I have always seen you in an improper way..."

"... Look at me."

Daemon now slowly looked back up towards her. 

"when you look at me... Do you desire me?"

"Yes... I desire you. I cannot deny it as such. Your beauty... it's intoxicating."

"Do you think of how you used to kiss me and touch me? Did you enjoy it then?"

"I... I did... I enjoyed it... so much."

"If you could would you take me in your arms carry me to your bed chamber and ravish me?"

"Yes... If there was nothing holding us back... I would want nothing more than to satisfy your every desire."

"then why wouldn't you marry me? That is the life I want. To be here on dragonstone with you, go riding on our dragons and make love by the fire. That's all I want"

And in that moment, Daemon suddenly felt himself falter. He wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and kiss her as if she was his true love. His guilt over their past was now almost non existent. The way she spoke of his desires and their lives together truly made him begin to believe it was right.

"Are... are you sure this is what you truly desire? Your whole life to be spent with me, a man with bad intentions who has... treated you wrong?"

"you didn't treat me wrong you were so sweet and loving to me always. I like to think you where just... Getting me ready early for your preferences" she cooed, "I don't care at all, so long as you care for me and want to be with me that's better then any other man in the seven kingdoms could ever give me"

"You really mean it? You really want me... even with the way I feel about you?"

"Mhm"

"I... I will marry you. I promise you right now that I'll make you my bride in the Seven Kingdoms."

she doesn't answer she meerly pulled his neck so their lips could meet Their kiss was filled with a warmth and passion that hadn't been felt by either of them before. It was as if this was the most important moment of both of their lives. Daemon couldn't get enough, as their kiss felt like nothing else he had ever felt before he could get lost in her embrace, as the warmth she brought him was something unlike anything he had ever felt before. All of his worries seemed to vanish as he felt his body grow more and more excited. Daemon's lips kept kissing her back, feeling her tongue meet his with such passion. It was the kind of kiss that both of them felt as if nothing else mattered but each other.

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[1whore1gang]

Headcanons (pairing unknown)

SPOILERS FOR MW3

PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS

FINAL WARNING

Thought I would write some fluffy-ish headcanons for our boy bc i’m so sad he died and i will never except it as cannon

You and Soap have a very trusting relationship. You both trust the other so much, some people ask if there’s some hidden reason.

You guys have such a strong foundation to your relationship. You guys love each other so deeply, that nothing else matters.

Your nights are spent in his oversized tshirts laying against his chest watching the show you both are currently binging. The room is silent other than the quiet TV and your breathing. It’s peaceful and healing.

On missions, you guys are unstoppable because of your communication skills and positive attitudes when around the other. You’ve been assigned the most dangerous of tasks due to how well y’all get shit done.

His favorite thing to do to you as terms of PDA is wrap his arms around you from behind and put his head on your shoulder to look at what you’re doing or listen to the conversation you’re having. Every time he does, you always carry on as if you didn’t even notice and he loves it.

You guys are competitive af when it comes to team game nights, one of you always being the victor of whatever the game was, and if you don’t win, you guys throw fits like toddlers.

When it comes to the sex life, it’s AMAZING. That’s actually how you guys came to like each other. The team had an outing at a bar and you both got drunk and had a one night stand. Let’s just say the sex was so good, you both came back for more…multiple times.

You love to do small things for him like make sure his favorite coffee blend is kept in the team kitchen, or make his favorite dish for dinner when it’s your turn to cook for the team. He thanks you appropriately when you both turn in for the night.

Valentine’s day is always beautifully done because Soap outdoes himself every year with fancy dinners, extravagant gifts and more.

He doesn’t say “i love you” much, instead he compliments you to no end, or he breaks a candy bar in half to share with you or surprises you with takeout from your favorite restaurant.

He is fierce when it comes to defending/protecting you. He will fight the world barehanded (sorry not sorry for that use of the line) for you if he needed to.

You’re the same way.

Sorry it’s short, but hopefully it aches some of the pain that is the loss of our dear Johnny MacTavish

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[whiskeynwriting]

Hey ❤️ I hope you’re doing ok with your concussion and are getting better! Your post about loving Daddy Whiskey so much made me go “yep me too…EEK!”. He just makes me feel so safe and lovely.

I understand you’ve probably got lots of fics lined up and are really busy/still getting better, but I saw you said yes to DW reqs, and would love to ask for an absolutely sickly sweet fluff fic (with maybe some really loving/romantic SMUT 😏).

DW spoils you rotten: shopping trip for anything you want, being driven from shop to shop in his car by his driver (feel like he’s called Frank? 😂), back to his for take out (from a fancy AF restaurant, I’m thinking steak), movie on the sofa with blankets, pillows, you tucked up into his side, all your favourite snacks. DW is constantly telling you everything you try on in the shop makes you look “pretty as a perfect peach, darlin’”, and that “daddy loves you so so much, angel”, holding your hand, kissing the top of your head and giving you the FULL princess treatment… “Daddy will get you anything you want sweet pea, just say the word. You never need to want for anything with me, daddy’ll keep you safe.”

I need full on DW tooth rotting adorable, caring, daddying content 😂

Ok I’ve talked this up so much…imma head out

thank you ❤️

I'm L O V I N G this. I know you didn't mention reader being pregnant in your ask but with the recent Daddycember announcement I figured I'd squeeze it in.

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Pregnant reader, discussions of pregnancy, discussions of loss, established relationship, dirty talk, size kink, daddy kink, praise kink, spit kink, unprotected vaginal sex

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“Are you sure we need all of this?”

Glancing down at the cart, you wince just thinking about how much everything will be. But that doesn’t stop your husband from adding more items to the pile.

Looking back at you with an expression of annoyed disbelief, Jack huffs. “‘Course I’m sure!” Tossing his hands up, he continues on, reaching for something new on the shelf. “We’re gonna give this baby everything they need!” 

You’d like to say it warms your heart, seeing him like this, but that’d be an understatement. There are ten pairs of newborn-sized onesies in the cart, along with fifteen different outfits. And he’s still grabbing more. He can’t help himself, he’s never been this excited about anything. 

Suddenly, he’s snapping his head to the side, eyes narrowing. “Where’s the beauty care aisle?” He mutters to himself, searching quietly. 

“What do we need from there?”

“I gotta make sure you have everything you need, too.” Is his simple explanation. “Oh!” And then he’s tugging the cart away from you and scurrying across the store. 

With an amused huff, you follow behind him. Jack doesn’t let you do anything, not even push the cart. You’re only about six weeks along, but no matter how much you insist, Jack tells you that you’re more fragile than ever before. 

“Here we go.” His voice allows you to find him easily, turning the corner to find him picking out a foot bath. When he puts it in the cart, he places it beside the heating pads and fuzzy robe he got for you, too. 

“What’s that for?”

“Honey, everything in that cart is either for you,” He looks up, then down at your tummy. “Or them.” 

You��re truly in awe of him, the man you married, the person that chose you. By far, it’s the luckiest you’ve ever gotten in life. To be with a partner so caring and so genuinely loving, is more than a blessing. There hasn’t been a single day that’s gone by in your relationship that Jack hasn’t made you feel provided for, protected, and so completely adored. 

Dreamily, your husband sighs, shaking his head. Taking a step forward, he moves beside the cart before his arms find your hips. Gently, he pulls you in, resting his forehead on yours. 

“You’re amazing, baby.” 

“I mean,” You chuckle, linking your fingers behind his neck. “All I did was have sex with you.”

Your words make him laugh, that handsome smile blooming proudly. “Give yourself some credit. You’ve put up with me for a while, too.”

“Yeah, I’ll give you that.” With a kind smile, you lean up, connecting your lips. But he ends it all too quick. 

“Let’s get you some new clothes, babycakes.” 

“Really? Are you sure?” Eyes dipping down, you then frown. “I didn’t think I was even showing yet.”

“No,” Jack laughs, “Not maternity clothes, just some new ones. Anything you want.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah, I saw some dresses a few aisle back.” One big hand smoothes its way over your hip, fingers brushing over the curve of your backside. “I know you’d look gorgeous in ‘em.” 

Just like that, your feet are pattering along after him once again, watching him lay one, two, three dresses over his forearm before grabbing even more. They’re each a different shade and style, and he doesn’t even have to ask you which size. He already knows. 

“I’ll sit right here, honey.” Jack tells you, placing himself on the stool outside of the fitting room you chose. “You let me know if you need any help, okay?”

“Baby, I won’t need help just yet. I can still dress myself.” 

Jack only grins. “Okay, honey.” 

Albeit slightly difficult, Jack does his best to be understanding. He knows he can be a bit much, especially when it comes to your pregnancy. But he expected this, and so did you. In all honesty, he’s never fully healed from the trauma of losing his late wife and unborn son. He tried therapy, he really did, but nothing could fill the tremendous hole they left. Not even you. But what made you so amazing in his eyes, is you didn’t try to fill that hole, you didn’t try to become what Anna was to him, or try to replace her. You were you, you made his life special in your own way. You didn’t fill the hole Anna and Rhett left, you just made sure he never felt broken again.  

“How’s this one look?” The first one you walk out in is a linen- blend midi dress, colored in a light blush. 

Grabbing the edges, you grin, swinging your hips a little bit. And Jack’s warm eyes light up at the sight of you. 

“Babycakes,” He’s still sitting, staring up at you in awe. “That color looks so good on you. How does it feel?”

Smiling, your eyes dip down, admiring him more than yourself in the mirror directly across from you. “I like it.”

The next dress isn’t colored to your liking, a yellow shade resembling that of a deep mustard. The third is a light purple, almost lilac, and you would have bought it if the bustline wasn’t too small. 

“You like this one, babe?” Turning, you eye yourself in the mirror, considering the fourth one. The backless cami dress is a deep forest green, something you’d definitely wear this coming spring. 

“You look stunning, sweet pea.” Releasing an airy sigh, Jack fiddles gently with the ring on his finger. Inside, his heart is swelling with joy. He’s no longer looking at just you (although that sight will sweep him off his feet for the rest of his life). He’s looking at his baby, too. “That’d be perfect for the spring.”

Grinning widely, you look over your shoulder at him. “That’s what I was thinking, too.” 

Spring. By next time this spring, we’ll be holding our baby. 

The last dress takes your breath away. Standing in the stall, you grin, thinking about the reaction Jack will give you. It’s a mocha colored knit dress, with long sleeves and a square neckline. It compliments your waist perfectly, the sleeves comfortable and the neckline just low enough for you to be comfortable. It reaches your mid-thigh, and although it’s knit, it isn’t too heavy on you. 

“What about this?”

“Oh, sugar.” Looking up from his phone, Jack’s lips part in awe. It makes you grin, a small giggle slipping from your lips. This time, he actually stands, holding out both hands. Running them along your sides, he glances down, speaking softly to you. “This is definitely the one babycakes. You look so stunning, pretty as a perfect peach.”

Pouting playfully, you ask in the sweetest voice you can muster, “Just one?”

“Babycakes, you know I’ll get you anything you want. Just say the word.”  Quickly leaning down, he presses a firm kiss to your cheek. Now, you laugh fully, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Daddy loves you so much, angel.” He’s muttering, his lips trailing over your soft skin. “You know that? You know that, don’t you, honey?”

Lifting your head, you meet his eyes, smiling. One of your hands shifts, moving to cup his cheek. Stroking his plump bottom lip, you nod. “I know, daddy.” 

*

*

*

Jack’s hand is on yours whenever he’s not pushing the cart, even making room to do so when he’s carrying the bags. Once you’re done in the store, you meet Jack’s driver out in the lot. With your current state, Jack wanted to be by your side constantly, and that meant him driving as little as possible, and you not driving at all.

“Go on in, sugar.” Kissing the top of your hand, he nods. “I’ll just put these away.” 

Even though the driver is more than capable of helping, Jack does it himself. He’s not helpless, after all.

“Hey Frank,” Sliding in, you smile, greeting the man you’ve now known for years. 

“Hey there,” Turning, he returns your kind expression. “How’d the shopping go?”

“Really good. Jack’s putting away the bags now.” And then you giggle, glancing down at your ring. “He can’t help himself.” 

“Yeah,” Nodding, Frank shares a familiar look, one of genuine joy. “You know, I don’t think I ever saw him this happy before you.”

“You don’t have to say that.” You return with a bashful grin and a roll of your eyes. 

“Oh, c’mon. You already know it’s true.” 

It’s only a short drive back to your home, and an even shorter ride on the elevator up. Jack carries every bag, the biggest smile making itself comfortable on those beautiful lips. It makes you grin, seeing him like this. Linking your arm around his bicep, you let your head fall to his shoulder, sighing. He’s going to be the best dad. 

After finding out about your pregnancy, you and Jack talked about, well… everything. One of the main topics being the baby’s room. For a moment, you considered moving, but were quick to find it unnecessary. The penthouse was big enough to house a master bedroom, two spares, and an office. So, the baby will just take one of the spares.

“I can’t help with anything?”

Currently, Jack is putting away all the baby clothes the two of you bought today. You had a say in almost every piece, of course, but some were entirely Jack’s idea. One being a little outfit of Woody from Toy Story. 

“Sure you can, sweetheart.” He just wants you to rest, but finally, he gives in. “Can you take these tags off for me?”

And so, you create a system of you untagging the clothes, and Jack folding them. You haven’t put the nursery together yet. Hell, you haven’t even hit the two month mark yet! But Jack wanted to go shopping, nonetheless, having ordered a couple cabinets to put the clothes and toys in for the time being. 

“What?” When you look up, he’s staring at you.

“How about some dinner?” 

“From where?”

“That one hibachi restaurant? You said you liked it, right?” He’s already pulling out his phone and dialing the number. 

“Yeah! It’s my new favorite since the old one closed down!” A bright smile colors your face, immediately perking up at the mention of it. “It’s kind of expensive though, isn’t it?”

Jack looks up from his phone, giving you an unamused face. “Do you actually think I give a shit about that right now?” And he’s right, you don’t even know why you asked. When Jack has his mind set on spoiling you, that’s exactly what he’s going to do. 

“Why don’t you go get some blankets, babycakes?” Jack suggests, the phone now on his ear. “We can make it a cozy date night.” 

While your husband arranges for the food to be delivered, you gather the coziest pillows and blankets you have. Laying the biggest blanket on the floor before the living room couch, you stack a few pillows against the large piece of furniture, allowing you to lean back against it. The rest of your fluffy items are them piled on top of the main blanket, some lining the perimeter too. All in all, you’ve created quite the cozy little nest. 

“Ready to eat, babycakes?”

“Yes, please.” You’re already sitting, your back against the pillows as you reach up eagerly toward your plate of food. 

Jack chuckles at your impatience, bringing himself down to your level so he can sit beside you. You’re already stuffing yourself with your favorite food before he can even ask what movie you want to choose. 

“Jurassic Park?” He asks, one eyebrow raised in amusement. With your mouth still full, you offer a close-lipped smile and a happy nod. And after switching the screen to one of your favorite movies, he grins, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you in. 

“C’mere,” Jack scooches a little closer, too, lifting his arm to your shoulders when you finally nuzzle into his side. “You hungry little hippo.”

“Hey!”

“Not because you look like a hippo.” Jack immediately defends, reading your thoughts while rolling his eyes. And then he turns his head, eyeing you with a grin. Reaching over, he gives your nose a little pinch. “C’mon now, just enjoy yourself.”

You almost hate to say it, but when Jack acted like this… it really made you melt for him. It’s like he can corral you in without even having to lift a finger. Like he knows how to calm you down just as quickly as it is easy. Some might find it patronizing, but you know he doesn’t mean it that way. Personally, you find it endearing. 

It’s only when you catch him staring at your stomach that you huff out in annoyance. “What?!”

Easily, he dismisses your sassy tone. “How big you reckon they are?” 

“Huh?”

“The baby,” He nods, still staring. “What, maybe a peach?” Gently, Jack’s free hand slides down, that warm and broad palm settling over your lower belly. And then he grins. “Lil’ peach.”

“Baby,” Glancing up at him, you giggle quietly. “There’s no way they’re that big.”

“Huh?” Furrowing his eyebrows, Jack cocks his head curiously. “Really?”

“Yeah, let me see.” Pulling out your phone, you type in a quick Google search. “At six weeks, they’re about the size of a pea.”

“A pea?!” Your husband asks incredulously. 

“Yeah,” Laughing, you nod. Now, you’re looking down, too. “Tiny lil’ thing.”

“Little pea.” Jack says affectionately, fingers rubbing your covered belly. “I like that.”

“Yeah?”

Tilting his head upwards and to the side, he shifts his gaze to you. “Yeah…” He responds quietly, leaning in to give your cheek a tender kiss. “I got my sweet pea,” And then, he’s moving, bending over your lap to give the baby a kiss, too. “And my little pea.” 

“Baby,” His loving words move you inside. “You’re so freaking sweet.”

“You think so?” Lifting himself back up, you’re met with that stunning grin. And you can’t help but bring your hands to his face, pressing your lips to his. 

“Mhm,” It’s tender and firm, your kiss, and he leans happily into it. 

“It’s only because I love you so much.” His voice has dropped an octave, and it a bit breathier than before. And you’d find his words cheesy if he wasn’t speaking to you so intensely. 

Sliding his hand up he cups your cheek, urging you to lean into it. “Because I do,” He sighs, soft lips finding your neck. “I love you so much, sweet pea.”

Slowly, Jack’s fingers dip beneath the edge of your shirt, his warm palm finding the skin of your lower belly. 

“You’re gonna be such a good papa, baby.” Your husband’s heart beat profoundly at the name. He can’t wait for the day. 

“You wanna know how I know?” Jack’s gentle kisses take your breath away, your words coming out as a whisper to him.

“Tell me, baby.” He’s pressing his body to you, leaning into your frame. And from where he’s at, you can speak directly into his ear when you say, “Because you’re already such an amazing daddy.” 

And just like that, you’ve got him’ the string of Jack’s soul wrapped tightly around your finger. His lids flutter closed, releasing a firm breath through his nose. 

“I’ll always be your daddy, baby.” His voice is low, predatory, protective. 

“I know, daddy.” You’re nodding, turning to look up at his handsome face.

“You’ll never need to want for anything, babycakes.” Stroking your cheek, he promises, “Daddy’ll take care of you - he’ll keep you safe.”

And right now, you do feel safe, you feel so safe and small in his arms. Nuzzling into him, your chin lifts. Now, it’s your turn to pepper his neck in sweet kisses. He’s already sighing, soft moans filtering through his pen mouth as his arms wrap tighter around you. But just as easily as he’s holding you, you break free from him, moving onto his lap. 

It surprises him, but he welcomes it, nonetheless. How the hell could he not? Watching his pregnant wife crawling onto his lap made him the happiest man in the entire damn world.

“You want me?” He asks in that deep, gravelly tone, cocking his head while your arms wrap around his neck. 

Nodding, you lean in, pressing your forehead to his. “Yes, daddy.” 

Before Jack can do or say anything else, your hands are on the front of his pants. He grins cockily, letting you undo his belt and zipper, pulling him out and stroking him in your tiny hand. 

“You really want me, huh?” Your husband asks again, stroking your outer arms and then moving in to touch your sides. 

That familiar feeling inside you seems to be building much quicker than it used to your emotions running high and arousal burning hot. Your body tingles with it, with the need to be touched by him, filled with him. It’s so overwhelming that you don’t even bring yourself to answer him, you just stand, shoving down your pants.

Tilting his chin up, he watches you undress, shucking your bottoms to the ground before returning to his lap. 

“Oh, yeah…” Calloused hands find your naked hips, fingers grabbing hold of your flesh. He loves when you’re like this, when you’re so needy you can’t help but take initiative. “Take this -”

But you’re already taking your top off, he doesn’t even have to tell you. Within seconds, you’re completely naked in front of him, and he feels like he can’t catch his breath.

“Holy fuck,” Firmly, you grind yourself over him, ducking your pretty face into the crook of his neck. “Baby, what’s going on with you?” He chuckles, linking one arm around your lower back, his free hand finding your ass. 

“I love you.” Shivering, you release a shaky breath, feeling him guide your motions. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” He coos, almost mockingly, to you. “I know you do. And daddy loves you too, babycakes, he loves you…” 

Sliding his hand down, he finds your crease, his fingers moving down its center. And you moan when he finds your upper hole, applying just a bit of pressure. 

“Daddy, please,” Biting gently into his neck, you whine desperately. “Please fuck me, I want it. I want you so bad, baby.” 

“Yeah?” He asks, a bit more aggressively. And then his hand lands on the fat of your ass, stinging your skin. “Then do it.” Gritting his teeth, he turns his head, pressing that beautifully curved nose into your cheek. “You wanna fuck daddy, baby? Yeah? Well you go on, you go right ahead.” 

“Take this off.” Your fingers are scrambling over his chest, begging to feel his skin. And he complies, lifting it from his torso while demanding, “Fuck your pretty pussy open on me.” 

“Oh my god,” With his chest exposed, your palms lay flat atop him. “I fucking love the way you talk.”

And still, your hips are moving over him, wetting him with the arousal seeping from your center. 

“Yeah, I know.” He grins, lips curling into a cocky smirk while he watches you lift yourself. “Daddy knows you love it, I know how much that pussy wants me…” 

“Baby,” Angling him upward, you sink down easily, gasping at the feel of his bulbous tip sliding past your lips. 

Jack’s hands squeeze your hips as he watches you take him, eyes trained on your beautiful face. With your eyes closed, you sigh, releasing a delicate moan when he’s sheathed entirely inside. And when you’re in his lap, the soft skin of your thighs rubs against his jeans, feeling the coolness of his open zipper. 

“Yeah…” Jack sighs, head lolling lazily to the side. “Yeah, how’s that feel, sugar peach? Huh?

“Daddy,” Already, your thighs are shaking around him, chest inhaling a steadying breath while you grab hold of his bare shoulders. 

“Tell me,” Jack encourages gently, fingers stroking your back. And then one hand rises to the back of your neck, bringing you forward to his lips. He kisses you kindly, lips moving against your own in such a sweet way, that you’re shocked by the tone of his next two few words. “I said tell me.”

The hand on the back of your neck tightens, Jack’s stern eyes rising to bore into your widened ones. Gulping, you take in a breath. “You feel good, daddy. You feel so good inside me… Sliding your palms up his chest seems to relax him, along with your next sentence. “You always do.”

Groaning, Jack nips at your bottom lip, his hips beginning to move. Tilting his head downward, he drags his mouth over your exposed chest, using his hands to roll your hips over his lap. 

“That’s good, honey.” He praises, the words muffled by your chest. “That’s a good girl, for me.” 

“Daddy,” It feels pathetic, only being able to whine out a few words when he’s inside. But sex with Jack was just so incredibly overwhelming, it has been since the very first time.

The strength of his hands moves you back and forth over his crotch, not lifting you up and down but grinding you against himself. He’s holding you down, rolling his hips up just barely, while listening to your high whines. But when you finally begin to move with him, that’s when he tosses his head back with a groan. 

“Oh, that’s it.” Now, you’re ushering your hips along, your pleasure center stimulated every time it nudges against his naked skin. “That’s it mama, ride me.” 

“Oh my god, baby.” Digging your fingers into your husband’s shoulders, you glance down, taking in his beautiful, blissful expression. He’s never called you that before. And you’re not sure why, but it makes you fucking melt. 

“God yeah,” Looking down, Jack’s eyes find the space where you’re connected, feeling himself throb against your inner walls. “Fuck yeah.”

Usually, when you rode Jack, he guided you onto him, up and down, over and over again. He loved feeling your ass slap down against him, loved forcing you onto his lap so he could reach as deep as he possibly could. But right now, he’s reveling in this - you seated on him, his cock entirely inside while you just grind back and forth over his lap. He can’t even begin to describe how sexy it is to see you like this, to see you getting yourself off on him. 

“Baby,” Sliding your fingers up through his hair, you grab hold of the mocha colored strands, pulling on them. “That f-feels so good.”

“Nah, I know you can do better’n that.” Jack chastises playfully, shaking his head. Punching his hips up against your pelvis, he watches you gasp, dominant hand immediately reaching for your throat. “I know you can fuck yourself better than this.” 

“Daddy, I -”

“Jesus,” He cuts you off, giving his head another quick shake. “Look at you, rubbin’ your pretty little clit against me. That feel good, honey? Does it feel good to fuck your daddy?”

“Yes!”

Lids fluttering open, you meet your husband’s gorgeous face, his lips parted as he releases the occasional groan or gasp. Quietly, he admits, “There’s nothin’ better than watching you fall apart on top of me.” 

Leaning in, Jack’s mouth finds your neck, biting into your soft skin. His movement allows you to fully wrap your arms around him, repeatedly rocking your hips down onto his lap. And then, he’s smiling against your throat, tongue laying out to lick a stripe up your neck. 

“You like when I call you that?” He doesn’t even have to specify for you to answer with a rapid nod and an eager yes. “Yeah, I figured you would.” Jack’s never called you a name you didn’t like. 

“I made you that, after all. Didn’t I?” His deep voice is rumbling across your throat, plush lips dragging up to your ear. It’s tantalizing, the voice he has and the way he uses it against you. “You gonna let me do it again? Fuck you full? Put another baby in you?” 

“Daddy, y-yes, yes please. Always.” You haven’t even had this one yet and already, you want to give him more. 

Jack’s hands quickly drop, both palms fisting the curves of your ass. With a firm shove, he quickens your pace, rocking his hips up in time with yours. 

“Then c’mon baby, fuck me. Fuck your daddy until you can’t take it anymore.” 

You let Jack shove you over his crotch, feeling the thickness of him drag against your walls. Turning your head, you grab his face, bringing him back up to you. And he lets you move him happily, those talented lips mouthing at your own. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth, rubbing across your own and moaning at the taste of your spit. He just loves it. 

“Do it, baby.” Jack tilts his head up toward you, eyes full of lust and admiration. Glancing down, you sigh, holding his face in your hands. Your thumbs rub his cheeks, palms feeling the smoothness of his jawline and chin. 

“Please.” He begs simply, delicately. 

Pursing your lips, you let a small trail of spit drip down, Jack’s soft lips parting to capture it. His head drops back against the couch when you do it, the taste washing over his tongue. 

“That’s such a good girl, baby. That’s so good, oh my god…” And then he’s shooting upright, head tilted up as he demands more. “That’s so good…”

“Hm,” Grinning, you tap his nose. “What do you want?”

“Please, baby. Give it to me.” He’s still pawing at your ass, urging you over his lap while he throbs between your legs. “Please.”

“Tell me.” You demand simply, still holding that gorgeous face in between your hands.  

It’s easy to let him move your body, your hips grinding over his crotch and now beginning to lift. You need more of him; you need to feel him deep. 

“Spit.” His raspy voice responds. “Spit for me, sugar. Right in my mouth.” 

It was always one of Jack’s dirtiest fantasies. And you allowed him to live out every naughty thought in his mind. 

Open-mouthed, he groans, feeling your saliva land on his tongue much more forcefully than before. With his eyes rolling back, he closes his mouth, feeling your movements quicken over his body.

“Oh, that’s it, mama.” Lazily, his eyes open to stare up at you, giving your outer thigh a smack. “Keep it goin’, baby…” 

It’s like he’s genuinely drunk on you, inebriated from indulging in your body. His hands hold onto you, but his hips are no longer matching your thrusts. He lets you do the work, smiling lazily as he gawks at your naked form. 

“B-Baby, I’m, fuck…” Dropping your head, you gasp. “I’m so close.” 

“Oh god, honey. Please do it, do it for me.” Jack begs, fingers massaging your hips and outer thighs. “Please cum on me. I love when I’m all wet from you.” 

“Fuck.” Jack’s dirty talk will be the fucking end of you.

Dropping your head, you move to his shoulder, leaning on him. And he lets you use him in this way, giving you the leverage you need to rub yourself against his body. With your arms looping around his neck, you whine against him, fingers curling into the ends of his hair.

“C’mon, baby.” Jack coos, his throat going dry. “I know you can do it.” Turning, he kisses your cheek, keeping his lips pressed against you as he nears his own peak. “I love when you fuck me.”

And that’s exactly what sends you surging over the edge, the pleasure of it enveloping your entire being. It shivers through you, your arms tightening around his neck. And Jack feels this, feels the tight clench around his already throbbing cock seated so deeply inside you. Both of those strong arms cling to your midsection, holding you tight while he finally moves his pelvis upward against you. 

“Daddy,” It’s barely a gasp, the word breathy as it leaves your lips. 

Your entire body is tensing, muscles contracting as you experience this. And you can tell your husband has reached his own bliss from the way he groans into your ear, from the way his hips stutter between your legs. His head drops back against the couch, releasing into you just like every time before this. 

“Oh, baby.” Rolling his hips against you, he rides out the feeling of his high for as long as he can. And in turn, prolonging your own. “You’re so tight around me.” 

Breathing heavily, you return your lips to his, mouthing passionately at them. And Jack moans into it, head rocking rhythmically as you slide your tongue in. 

“I love you,” Now, both of your arms have retracted, your hands finding his gorgeous face once again. “I love you so much, baby. I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone but you.” 

For the first time in a long time, Jack can’t find the words to respond. It takes his breath away, makes his insides squeeze with affection. 

“I love you, baby doll.” Is all he can manage to say, warm hands rubbing the bare skin of your back. He likes that you’re still pressed against him, still as close as you can possibly be. 

After sharing a quiet, intimate moment, Jack’s smile widens. “And I love our Little Pea.”

#Daddyyyy #our Little Pea #I love it #and him #SO MUCH #daddy whiskey #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x you #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x female reader #agent whiskey smut

[chinsims]

(pose credits go to k2m1too at Mod The Sims)

I may have been somewhat inspired by a WIP mod by @monocodoll for this release (well, at least in name). Go check it out!

In the spirit of giving this game more basics, I decided to make a Baja Jacket, colloquially known as a "drug rug". There's one for both frames, and it should have the typical morphs.

INFORMATION:

This download has five recolorable presets, which you can look at under the cut. Each pattern is fully recolorable, and if you want to get really fancy with it I'm sure you could add patterns inside the patterns. It is recolorable by pattern rather than by region. The upside to doing it this way, in my opinion, is that it adds dimension to the item where it would otherwise get washed out. I'm working on a re-make of my flannel with this exact method in mind in the future btw :)

Also one warning: while the size morphs work fine, the strings might get a bit swallowed up if you have the breast slider to the maximum. Set to the minimum it looks fine.

CREDITS:

Frankenmesh of two EA hoodies and drawstrings from this hoodie converted by @kotajose

Texture is an edit I made of EA's woven pattern

DOWNLOAD:

Baja Jacket AM (Google Drive)

Baja Jacket AF (Google Drive)

Previews for Presets and Recolor Options Under the cut:

#ts3cc #the sims 3 #sims 3 #ts3 #the sims #s3cc #sims 3 cc #ts3 cc #s3 cc #the sims 3 cc #sims 3 clothes #sims 3 custom content #ts3 clothing #ts3 download

[ctitan98official]

@the-night-owl-blr : Jelo! Can i please request for r8 ladies reaction when Y/n is hanging out with Miranda and she accidentally drinks this potion that changes her personality for a day, so when she comes home instead of goofy, chaotic and dumbass she would have the chill, rich af, dom sugar mommy personality

Haha! This is gonna be good! Reader, as usual, is gender neutral. Let’s get into it!

Y/N: *Messing around in Miranda’s lab* You know, this place kinda reminds me of Dexter’s Lab!

Mother Miranda: *Working on something, not really paying attention* Uh-huh, yes that’s great… Can you hand me that flask sitting over there?

Y/N: *Looks at the flask* Ooh! It kinda looks like blue Kool-Aid!

Mother Miranda: *Rolls her eyes* Yes, that’s the one. Now, be careful. It is a very potent solution and can have serious side effects- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Y/N: *Taking a big swig of it* It doesn’t taste very good… You needed to add more of the drink powder.

Mother Miranda: *Terrified, staring at Y/N in horror*

Y/N: Oh wait, don’t tell me. You’re the kind of person who buys sugar-free Kool-Aid. You disgust me!

Mother Miranda: Y/N! Are you okay?! *Rushes over to them* Do you feel sick? Are you in pain?

Y/N: *Confused* I’m fine Miranda! What’s the big idea?! *Pauses for a second, places a hand on their head, suddenly very sweaty* Well, now that you mention it… I do feel weird.

Mother Miranda: *Grabs Y/N and ushers them to a chair* I’ll be right back! There might be something I can come up with to mitigate some of the reaction. *Runs to the other room to grab supplies*

A few minutes later

Mother Miranda: *Comes back in, carrying a bunch of equipment* Y/N! I’m back, and I called Donna over to help! Have you-

Y/N: *Leaning against the wall, arms crossed* Ah, Miranda. *Smirks confidently* How wonderful of you to finally show up. It’s rude to keep a guest waiting, you know.

Mother Miranda: *Shocked because Y/N’s entire demeanor seems to have changed* Um… Y/N? Are you alright?

Y/N: *Walks over to Miranda, brushes a strand of her hair back, cupping her face* I’m fine, but you look tired, dear. You should be taking care of yourself… Or better yet, you should have someone taking care of you. *Looks Miranda in the eyes, smiles mischievously*

Mother Miranda: 😳 *Blushes furiously, backs away from Y/N’s grasp* I… Um… W-well, you see-

Donna: *Comes running in* Mother Miranda, I got here as soon as I could!

Y/N: Donna, how nice of you to join us! *Walks over and kisses Donna’s cheeks in greeting* Ciao, bella signora. (Hello, beautiful lady.)

Donna: *Squeaks in surprise from Y/N’s behavior, looks to Miranda* Um, what was the emergency, Mother Miranda?

Mother Miranda: *Flustered, tugs at the collar of her robes* Well, I was going to have you help me come up with an antidote for the solution that Y/N accidentally drank, but… It seems that they are not sick. Maybe you should escort them home so that they can sleep this off…

Y/N: Yes, I do believe I should be heading home to my darling Alcina. Thank you for the visit, Miranda. I’ll see you again soon, I’m sure. *Grins at Miranda*

Mother Miranda: *Clears her throat and nods, backs into a table on accident, curses, leaves the room*

Y/N: Shall we go, bellisima? (Gorgeous) *Holds out their arm for Donna to grasp*

Donna: *Cheeks on fire, nods quickly, grips Y/N’s arm*

At the castle

Y/N: Ah, home sweet home. Thank you so much for walking with me, Donna. It’s such a pretty day. I’m glad I was able to spend a bit of it with someone just as lovely. *Winks at Donna*

Donna: *Stammers out a goodbye, blushes, walks off*

Y/N: *Turns around to face the castle* It’s good to be back. *Goes in*

Donna: *Walks down the pathway, falls in a bush because she was so distracted by Y/N*

Y/N: *Strolls into the foyer*

The Dimi sisters: *All swarm in and surround Y/N*

Y/N: *Smiles* Hello, girls. I trust you’re all doing well?

Cass: *Snorts at Y/N* Why are you talking like that, Fancy Pants?

Y/N: *Smiles and pats Cass’s head* Oh, Cassandra. Always the kidder, aren’t you?

Bela and Dani: *Look at each other in disbelief*

Cass: *Suddenly alarmed, puts a hand on Y/N’s forehead* Are you feeling alright, Y/N?

Dani: Yeah, you seem kinda… Different.

Bela: *Mutters under her breath* Definitely less obnoxious…

Y/N: *Laughs* Of course, my dears. I’m just looking for your mother. Have you seen her?

Bela: Um… Well, the last time I saw her, she was working in her study.

Y/N: *Chuckles and shakes their head* Quite the worker bee we have on our hands, hmm? Thank you, lovey. *Gently pinches Bela’s cheek, walks upstairs*

Bela: …

Cass: …

Dani: … Is Y/N dying?

In the study

Y/N: *Walks in* Hello, my love. I hope I’m not interrupting.

Alcina: *Snaps her head up to look at Y/N, has never heard them be so polite, narrows her eyes* What did you do, draga?

Y/N: *Confused, crosses the room to where Alcina is sitting* I’ve simply come back from a visit with Miranda, my dear. Can I get you a glass of wine? I saw a particularly lovely vintage sitting out in the parlor.

Alcina: *Cannot believe what she’s hearing* Why are you not screaming for a new toy or causing chaos? Are you getting sick, draga? *Places a hand on Y/N"s forehead*

Y/N: *Chuckles and winks at Alcina* My love, I’m fine. Cassandra asked me the same thing, though. *Takes Alcina’s hand and kisses it*

Alcina: *Eyes widen, blushes from Y/N’s charm*

Y/N: *Rests a hand on Alcina’s cheek* You look a bit flushed yourself, now that you mention it, my love. Why don’t you go lie down in your bed. I want to take care of you, dearest.

Alcina: *Blushes harder, nods her head* O-oh, t-that may be a good idea, draga.

Y/N: *Grins at her, leans in close, pecks her on the lips, whispers* Good girl.

Alcina: *Stiffens, gasps, then relaxes*

Y/N: *Confused, grabs one of Alcina’s hands* My love, are you alright?

Alcina: … I think I just had an orgasm.

Note: This was way too much fun to write.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #y/n is stupid #re8 shitpost #re8 incorrect quotes #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #mother miranda #donna beneviento

[thebirdandthebee]

I saw that your requests are open so I have one!!! So for context reader is southern af and gets along with hangman because of it, but is dating bob and he gets jealous. Maybe a little angst and fluff?? Thank youuu

Thanks for sending this in!

Don't Touch My Boots

word count: 1.3kish

Bob Floyd was not Jake Seresin.

He knew that, Jake knew that, and anyone who interacted with either of them for any length of time could easily put that together.

Jake was tan skin, cocky smiles and sharp edges that women liked to test the sharpness of at the risk of injury.

Bob was knowing eyes, rounded shoulders and always gave the benefit of the doubt. They were all qualities that attracted you to him in the first place.

Though Jake was a feast for the eyes, Bob was handsome in a way that radiated comfort and stability - two things that made him irrevocably sexy in your eyes.

You did, however, have a lot in common with Jake. With him hailing from Texas and you from southern Oklahoma, there were just so many things you could chat about when the team got together. Your order at Buc-ees, how much better Austin is than Houston and college football.

“It was a fluke and it will remain a fluke because the Sooners are a dynasty,” you argued, a beer in your hand as you and Jake went at it yet again - your finger threatening to poke a hole through his collarbone.


“Just take the loss, sweetheart, chalk it up to skill,” Jake defended his beloved Longhorns. He’d get bragging rights this year.

“I swear on Brent Venables and the entire O-line, we’ve got next year by two touchdowns,” she threatened, holding up two fingers. Jake laughed, tapping his beer against hers and taking the bet. They continued on, sharing a loveseat on the deck at Penny’s where a big handful of aviators and crew were enjoying an evening drink with the ocean backdrop.

Bob watched on, half-heartedly listening as Phoenix re-told a story he had heard a hundred times before to the rest of the group. He trusted you inherently - that was a given. But you and Jake shared something he didn’t.

That, and Jake wasn’t always shy about the way he looked at you. Like tonight, Bob’s blue eyes had clocked the way Jake’s line of sight traveled up from your low-slung cowboy boots to the frayed hem of your jean shorts. You had draped one of Bob’s button-downs over your bare shoulders with a white tank top just sheer enough that he could make out the lace of your bra.

Bob could smell the coconut lotion you had lathered on before leaving your apartment earlier in the evening. And while it helped that Bob was the one to rub the shea butter into your skin, he knew Jake wouldn’t mind seeing how soft your skin was, either. His grip on his beer tightened, condensation rolling across his knuckles.

Sure he was grateful you got along with his team, given how much time you spent together, but he wouldn’t mind a bit more distance between the two of you.

His eyes cut back toward the two of you as Jake tugged the loop of your boot, pulling it up into his lap, continuing whatever he was talking about. He watched as you gave the blonde an unimpressed look, but smiled nonetheless as you rolled your eyes.

“They’re purely decoration!” Bob overheard Jake tease.

“We’re in San Diego, Seresin, did you think I was gonna break out my Tecovas?” She asked, giving him shit right back.

“Oh, Tecovas, I see,” Jake said, implying to Bob that Tecovas were some kind of fancy boot.

“Shut it, they were a gift!” He watched you laugh.

“Would hate for you to get sand in your Tecovas,” Jake put his hands up. You punched him in the shoulder.

“You’re such a fuckin’ cowboy,” you huffed.

“American made,” he winked, leaning back in the seat and draping his arm across the back of it before taking another pull of his beer. His fingertips dangled just above your bare shoulder where Bob’s shirt had slid off.

“You’re the worst,” you said, putting your hand on his knee to hoist yourself off the seat. “And the Longhorns still suck,” you stuck out your tongue at him. Bob watched as you neared, but his eyes were on Jake. The blonde took another drink and watched you walk away. “Jake Seresin an absolute clown,” you greeted, sliding your hands across Bob’s midsection and hugging him to you.

“We know,” Phoenix agreed, happily accepting you into the little group that surrounded a high top.

“Havin’ fun?” Bob asked quietly, jealousy clawing up his neck.

“I always have fun with you, Bobby,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “But I might be a little fun’d out,” you could feel a yawn coming on. It was getting late and you both were scheduled for early mornings.

Bob gladly downed the last inch of his drink before setting his glass on the table. 

“See ya,” Jake called, using two fingers to point at his eyes before doing the same to you. “I’ll be watching you, Sooner.”

“Later, Longhorn!” You waved him off, sliding your hand down into one of Bob’s back pockets to give him a playful squeeze. Bob held your car door open for you before running around to drop into the driver’s seat. “You’re staying over, right?” You asked Bob, who promptly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“You want me to?” He asked, starting the car.


“‘Course I do,” you replied, leaning over to press a small kiss just at the corner of his mouth.

The drive back to your rental wasn’t long and Bob quickly disrobed for bed, hanging his clothes up so they wouldn’t be rumpled for work tomorrow. He watched as you got undressed down a simple pair of cotton panties before pulling his shirt back on and hooking two buttons near your breasts.

You crawled into bed, immediately curing into Bob’s side and hooking a leg over his.

“Bobby, your glasses,” you frowned, reaching up to gently take them from his face, folding them gingerly and setting them atop the ledge of your headboard. “So handsome,” you cooed, stretching up to kiss him gently.

Bob chased the kiss, a hand sliding down your side to hold you against him.

“Can I ask you something?” He prompted.

“Anything,” you replied, looking up at him in a way that made him think he could conquer the world.

“Do you wish I was… I don’t know, that we had more in common?” He asked, drawing a frown from you.

“We have lots in common,” you insisted, nuzzling into his shoulder, “what do you mean?” you pressed.

“I just - I don’t know, I see the way you and Jake talk and - and I wonder maybe -” He had cringed at his own insecurity. “Maybe if I was a little more like him…” he trailed off.

“Then what?” You asked.

“I’m sorry, forget I asked, it was dumb,” he blurted, a blush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“Bobby,” you frowned, sitting up and swinging a leg over his lap. You grabbed his hands, placing them on your thighs. “I love you,” you reminded. “Cowboys like Jake are a dime a dozen in the South.” You waved your hand. “If I wanted a cowboy, I would have planted myself in Ardmore and found one.” You slid your hands up his stomach to his chest. “Yeah we can talk football and ranch life, but you’re the man I want to come home to every day.” You leaned forward to kiss the corner of his mouth again and watched as his throat bobbed. “I’m gonna be your wife and the mother of your children,” you elaborated. “Jake’s just going to be the guy we invite over to watch the game,” you said with finality.

“Don’t like him touching your boots,” Bob murmured.

“Next time he does, I’ll kick him right in the shin,” you promised. 

#bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x you #bob floyd one shot #bob floyd drabble #bob floyd fluff #bob floyd x reader #jake seresin is a cowboy #boomer sooner forever baby

[sixleggedboar]

I am posting Ghost and Soap prematurely, I wanted to add the others but I am not sure if I still will.

So here are some thoughts on these two in civvies. (Important to add, I would not go as far as to say these are headcanons but more of an exploration and me having some fun)

Yes as many others I don't think Ghost would wear his balaclava in public. Tbh the mask I gave him is already pushing it, BUT I think he is enough of a little freak (affectionate) to wear his balaclava when he is home alone.

As mentioned before the initial trigger for me to draw them like this were some people convincing me that actually Ghost, as someone who wears a cape and carries replacement skeleton gloves on the field, does care about fashion.

Problem being I don't really know things about fashion myself so we have to make due with my limited sense of style.

First things first I wanted him to not look like an edgelord who just left highschool as well as actively compromising his identity whilst still keeping some of his skeleton themes in his clothes. And since the spine is my favourite part of a skeleton he DIYed one onto the back of his, according to my references, expensive coat.

Second, because I think it is hilarious to give this 6'4 man another unnecessary 1.5 inches I put him in the most fashionable item I own: converse all star lugged 2.0 plattform shoes. (We are already bonding over wearing Salomons most of the time, we MUST have the same taste in shoes, 100%, definitely, thats how it works, he is just like me fr, yes yes)

Turtleneck for all the people out there who want him to be a slut, as well as to add a sense of maturity and last but not least,

Some pants.

(I originally wanted to give him cargo pants in memory of that one picture I saw of a dude making fucking CARGO PANTS LOOK FANCY AF, but here it looked really messy so I dropped that)

Overall it is vaguely inspired by techwear without going too hard that it sticks out.

So with Soap I don't think he actually discriminates between work and normal clothes much. The main difference being that now he wears all the band shirts he has (and surprisingly still fit) since he was 14. He still sticks to the same pants and shoes (as long as they are clean of course)

The jacket is inspired by a very old and beloved jacket of mine that I have lost and am still mourning.

Tbh to him I don't have too much to say since he is imo probably the closest to just-a-dudeTM when it comes to fashion.

And yes even considering his hairstyle (this is coming from the perspective of someone who has different iterations of mohawks since he is 15), I do think he had a strong alternative/punk phase as a youngster and has some residual things like the haircut and the shirts but does not fully fall into that category anymore.

#cod #ghost #soap #call of duty #simon riley #johnny mactavish #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #modern warfare ii #cod mwii

[weird-is-life]

👋 h i 👋 i am back wih another request 😍

SOO, spencer reid x GN reader, bc im sure that men also follow you and inclusivity is just 🤌

but we are hanging out at his house, like a cute lil dinner date, nothin fancy bc pajamas are comfy af 😝 and after we both start going through his books, so we but then up reading, but reader want to cuddle, (straddling but make it wholesome w/ reader arms around his neck) but doesnt wan o seem needy, and he notices and coaxes us over 😍

do feel free to change anything ofc 💋 keep up the incredible work drink some water gogo eat fresh air care for yourself ❤❤

Hiii sweetheart, ty for the request! Ofc, I'm always willing to write gn!reader if I'm asked❤️hope this is okay, warnings: pet names, fluff(0.4k)

It's been a nice evening at Spencer's house. He cooked a delicious meal for you and him and you ate it in the matching pyjamas you got for you both.

And somehow, you end up sprawled on his couch, your legs over his as you read whatever falks first into your hand from his huge bookcase.

You like this comfort, that you have around each other. You can be quietly reading books next to one another and feel as content as doing something else together.

And of course, you don't take these quiet moments with your Spencer for granted. Because with his job you never know, when he has to leave and you don't even know for how long he'll be gone. So you try to enjoy every second with him.

But you unexpectedly get a desperate, overwhelming need, an urge, to be held by Spencer. Clearly, your legs over his and his hand rubbing circles over your skin is not enough. So you try as unsuspiciously as you can to move closer to him, which you fail to do very badly.

You basically sit in his lap, putting your hands behind his neck, almost knocking his book into his face.

"Whoa, love," he chuckles, "comfy?" He asks with an amused look and eyebrows raised up.

Suddenly, you feel shy under his gaze and a bit insecure about being too needy, " sorry." You say, cheeks red and go move out of his lap.

But his hands on your hips stop you. Of course, he noticed your anxious thoughts about maybe being too much. There's nothing that goes unnoticed by him.

"Where do you think you are going, huh?" he frowns playfully at you," stay here, love. I need some cuddles from you or I might die. Please, give me a hug?"

You are pretty sure, that he says it to make you feel a bit better, but also because his words are not far from the truth. So you do what he wants, you stay where you are, hands tangling into his soft curls. You snuggle closer to him, hiding your face into his neck.

"Thanks, love," he whispers with a giddy smile. Holding you tight against him, not willing to let you go out of his embrace any time soon.

Your reading session turns into a cuddle session, until both of your eyelids get heavier and heavier and you are both out, fast asleep with your limbs tangled up. And neither you nor Spencer would change it for anything else.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid #spencer reid x you

[ccoffii]

Eleceed Redeisgns

Don’t get the wrong idea I’m not trying to fix anything (despite my issues with 75% of the bestie crew having the same hairstyle) ZHENA-nim art did really well on this series and I can definitely see her improvements!!

I find redesigning characters I like as a good exercise for me since I’m trying to practice my character design skills! I’ve also added headcannons so strap in.

First victim, istg he doesn’t even look like the same person lol.

- gave him the :3 mouth bc he has the little shit potential especially after wrapping everyone around his finger

- Longer hair comes from the hc that he is the kind of person who would hide behind it and to match his dads

- changed his hair to brown bc the blond colour blended with his skin too much (helps with contrast)

- The bag is to help him carry cats and more cat food

- Oversized clothes to wallow in, also to hide himself or something

- While Jiwoo and Kayden are implied to wear the same size clothing I still think Jiwoo’s clothes would be tight on Kayden

- It helps Kayden learn about Jiwoo as a person since he would question why his clothes were so ill fitting on him

- Colour palette was hard af, but I mostly went with warmer colours and added blue as an accent so he could match Kayden

- As u can tell the only thing that fits him perfectly is the school uniform, even then he likes to size up the blazer

- His bag would start with no buttons and over time more would be added based on where he’s been and the friends he makes

- Glasses are up for debate but they look nice on him

- gave him more down turned eyes so he could resemble Kang Daniel a little more

barely changed, basically the outfit was the only thing to go

- He looks like the kind of kid that would wear headphones all day

- His glasses fucked off to somewhere and I brought brought them back THEY R HERE TO STAY

- The dress shirt in his casual outfit is the same one from his uniform

- Bc of his upbringing with the doctor guy I would think he doesn’t have that many clothes to begin with and sees little point in getting more

- Ofc that will change later with his friends

- His name tag says his last name is Park but he doesn’t rlly have one and the wiki says so too, so it’s just something he had to give the school or somethin

- More lanky build? Basically a bean pole.

Again who the fuck is this

- gave him his melanin back, like all of it

- He seems more the varsity jacket type guy than Wooin

- Hair is based off Yeonjun’s lover loser era

- Tried to give him that international student type of beat vibe bc his sister is the big boss of the SK awakener scene

- i feel like with this hairstyle it’s easier to imagine him with black hair but I digress

- His jacket starts off with no patches and they’re slowly added on when he spends time with the bestie crew

MY GIRLIE!!

- Changed her uniform to be more fancy based off of the reaction of other students in Jiwoo’s school, the pendant on her bow is her own addition.

- No respectable Gen Z wears ripped skinny jeans… Controversial

- a converse girlie for sure

- Her hair is kinda based off the Mafuyu White Day card, either way she has to give gender

- Are they called arm warmers? They give her an interesting silhouette and very distinguishable from the guys

- Alternatively she wears a turtle neck and a sweater/large T-Shirt when it’s too cold + arm warmers just cause

Some other stuff:

- yes, all the redesigns will eventually include some element of blue like Jiwoo to help connect them and signify how close they are

- a lot of them were made with a go out shopping episode in mind to help us learn more about them

- maybe I’ll write a fic but finals r chasing my ass rn so eventually

#eleceed #seo jiwoo #Wooin #yoo jisuk #lee subin #fanart #eleceed webtoon #eleceed fanart #headcanon #just yappin #character design #character redesign #procreate #artists on tumblr #skinny jeans hater #headcanoned so hard they’re ocs now #i did this instead of homework #help I drank too much coffee #let me cook #i need to stop procrastinating

[one-vivid-judgment]

I'm not sure if you have a character request limit but I couldn't help myself with the fluff! Could we get some headcanons on how the following characters would propose?: Yamai, Eiji, Ebina, Tomi, and Sawashiro? Thank you in advance! 💚

Oh brother, I'm sensitive af bc pre-period hormones do be hitting like that and the cuteness of it all actually made me tear up 😭😭

Yutaka Yamai

See, normally that wouldn’t be his thing. Either you propose or he’s most likely not gonna do it himself. Last time he tried to follow his heart and do something for someone he was in love with, he was framed for murder and had to flee to Hawaii, for fuck’s sake! If you proposed though, he would say yes 100%.

In the very odd case that he took the initiative and proposed though, it’s gonna take him so much mental preparation beforehand. It’s gonna be nothing fancy; no out in public, no expensive restaurants, no one but you and him. Probably at home, doing something so mundane as watching a movie while he hugs you from the back so it’s harder for you to make eye contact.

It’s one of the only times that you can think of that he’s had trouble getting the words out. His confession won’t be anything too fancy either; he’s gonna go straight to the point and tell you how it is. He loves you, he wants to be with no one else and wants you in his life forever, so... Would you marry him?

Eiji Mitamura

A fucking wreck of a guy. Cause first of all, in his head, after everything he’s done and after serving his time, there is no way you’d want to marry him, even if he is trying to change. Of all the people in the world, why would you pick the guy who was willing to hurt a child, manipulated and blackmailed a woman, faked a disability to garner sympathy and has endured public humiliation ever since? Sure, you saw something in him (though he doesn’t know what, exactly), but you wouldn’t be willing to go that far, would you?

You know he’s got something eating him up, but he brushes it off whenever you ask him. So, you just let him sort out his thoughts himself and come to you when he feels ready. It’s not easy though, because you know he’s beating himself up over something that probably is fucking ridiculous.

Well, no, it wasn’t fucking ridiculous after all: he wanted to fucking propose, but didn’t know how. It’s super simple, and could barely even qualify as a proper proposal; he didn’t buy a ring, he didn’t get down on one knee, he just totally broke down over dinner one night when you asked if he was okay and he told you everything. He loves you, he wants to be with you forever, but how realistic is that? With all the baggage he has, why would you want to be with him over someone more... less like him? Of course, he would love it if you said yes, but... you don't have to feel forced to accept, or anything! You’d probably have to kiss him to make him shut up and then say your piece.

Masataka Ebina

Pulls out all the stops to the point that you can see him coming a mile away. Not that he cares—only the best of the best for you, obvious as he may make it look. If you outright ask him if he has something planned for tonight though, he’ll just smile it off and say, “Why don’t you mind your own business for now, huh sweetheart?”

Kind of a stereotypical, picture-perfect proposal when you think about it. Fancy restaurant, people around to watch, the ring with the fattest diamond he could find at the jewelry shop. You bet there are also candles and expensive wine, and of course he is going to pay for the meal, so order to your heart’s content.

Probably prepared a whole fancy speech as well. Absolutely no shame to spout all that in public whatsoever either—he can tell you are going to say yes regardless of how he confesses, he’s kind of a cocky son of a bitch in that regard, but he wanted to make it extra special for you anyway. Besides, you gotta give these people a good show, right?

Eric Tomizawa

This guy proposed once, yeah. But seriously, do you think he has any idea whatsoever on how to do it a second time? It’s like his brain short-circuits and suddenly Tomi.exe has stopped working. You ask him how he proposed to Marie? Oh, he remembers it all down to the last detail. But he’s not about to do the same thing for you. He’s not so lame that he will reuse a whole proposal.

You can kinda tell he’s plotting something behind your back. He gets startled and denies it very vehemently when you ask if there is something wrong. So vehemently, in fact, that you can tell he’s lying. He is not a very convincing liar to begin with, but the way he scratches at the back of his neck and his laugh gets all high-pitched is pretty telltale.

All-out, public proposals are not his thing, so no fancy restaurants in his agenda. He will, however, take you out on a date first, then offer to go for some ice cream, then a walk down at Aloha Beach to finish off. Pretty sunset, nice weather, and then he’s down on one knee. Sure, the ring is nothing fancy, but it’s all he could afford with his taxi driver income, and it is pretty regardless. He’s all nervous and stumbles on his words a few times, but that just makes it a more 'Tomi' proposal.

Jo Sawashiro

You thought Yamai was closed off? Try this guy. First off, he thinks he’s too old to be getting married at this point. Then again, he really does love the feeling you bring to him—it’s an inner peace he’s never felt before, and why lie... it makes him feel good. But honestly, how do you propose at this stage of life? He never even proposed to Ikumi, they only lived together, so it’s not like he has previous experience to go off of.

It’s very likely that it won’t be a proposal per se. You’ll just be lying down in bed after making love one night, and when he thinks you are sleeping, he’ll kinda... blurt it out. A simple enough “God, I want to marry you”. He gets soft after making love (not just fucking, but when it’s deliberately softer, more gentle) like that, sentimental even.

As it turns out, you were not asleep. You kinda scare the shit out of him when your eyes pop open right after he says that. It’s late at night, but really, you’re gonna have to talk things through right now or else, he’ll just go back to his closed-off self in the morning and pretend it never happened out of embarrassment. You want to marry him too, no matter what he’s done or how old he thinks he is for it. He can buy you the cheapest ring at the shop, or no ring at all, and you would still want to marry him.

#ryu ga gotoku #like a dragon infinite wealth #lad infinite wealth #yakuza like a dragon #yakuza headcanons #yutaka yamai #eiji mitamura #eric tomizawa #masataka ebina #jo sawashiro #.txt #anon ask

[intheorangebedroom]

Hey orange besties 🧡

Here's the one thing none of you asked for but I'm giving you anyway!! Listen, Halloween is my favourite holiday and I'd do just about anything rather than start working on my WIP because it terrifies me.

So here's the most indulgent headcanon EVER, please feel free to scroll past this nonsense of a post, but not before I could wish you all a very spooky Halloween 🧡

Yes, I have no shame.

Explicit HC below the cut 🔞

This Halloween, you've convinced Frankie to host a party at your place. He was really the first surprise, you're not exactly the party type, yet here you are.

You’ve been on Pinterest looking up aesthetics and recipes since August, basically, you've spent an inordinate amount of money on fancy decorations, stocked up enough candy to give all the kids in the tristate area a stomach ache of biblical proportions, and it's finally happening, today is the day, this is your version of the American dream.

But what will you and your friends dress up as???

Rosie

For years, the two of you have had an ongoing argument about what constitutes a proper Halloween costume. To you, it’s either crafty and creative, or spooky if not disgusting. To her… Let’s say she’s explored all the slutty options out there.

This year, the debate resumes as early as September. Only this time, you outsmart her, challenging her to look sexy despite a plain horror get up.

Never one to retreat, always one to excel, Rosie chooses to dress up as Candyman. With the fur and the hook and the scarf, down to the fake bees painted on the left side of her face. And yes, she still is smouldering hot as all hell.

Will

Will? Dressing up? Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him? He’s a grown ass man. He was a warrior, for fuck’s sake. He’s not gonna go around and spend money on a fucking costume!

But. He’ll be damned if he’s the only one who doesn’t play along. He can probably whip up something with whatever he’s got in his closet, anyway. Like…. Motorcycle gang leader, for example.

(at this point, orange besties, I’m cackling in French).

Yovanna

Yovanna. Understood. The assignment. Obviously because she’s hands up the smartest one of all the TF bunch.

She dresses up as the Corpse Bride. Your jaw drops to the floor when you open the door. She's stealing the show and it is fine. You’ve no idea how she can look this at ease with all that heavy makeup covering her skin, but she looks like she's having a hell of a good time, oh and also SHE'S FUCKING STUNNING.

Pope

Pope could have made an effort and go as Victor, right? He should have. Did he, though? No. No he didn't.

Pope dresses up as Miguel O'Hara from Across The Spider-Verse, so he can slither into this tight af costume and strut his butt like a Spidey slut.

Tom

Kidding. Tom's not invited. But if he were...

Benny

Sweet, sweet Benny, our sunshine boy, our precious blond gem of a baby man…

Benny considered not coming at all. Not that he's not over you yet, come on, let's be serious, it's been over two years. He's totally over you. He’s slept with at least a dozen different women since you broke up and his friendship with Frankie is on the mend, so yeah, over you and beyond, thank you very much. Ok, he'll go, then. Besides... he wants to see you. Just to make sure he’s really over you. What could possibly go wrong?

A horror classic connoisseur, his first idea is to dress up as something overly sublte. Say… Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, for instance. Only because it would be obscure enough for people to ask him about it, which would give him a good opportunity to show off his impressive... cinematic knowledge. Not at all because you and the director share the same last name. Of course not. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’d probably be the only one in the room able to identify the costume. Argh fuck, he can’t go as Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, can he? 

Fine. He’ll play it safe. Mainstream. Mike Meyers. But Mike Meyers with a twist: the kid version. 

What he does not anticipate, is how many times he gets asked if he’s that stupid Pennyclown from It. Doesn’t anyone have any fucking classic culture?? It’s winding him up real bad and he’s starting to think he’ll leave early, until you walk up to him with a shy smile and a tall glass of beer. 

“You make a real good baby Meyers, Benjamin,” you whisper, and it's the first words you've spoken to him all night. Of course you knew, of course you’re the only one who guessed, and he wants to say something smart but he can’t, he’s riveted to the floor, melting under your soft gaze. You lift your arm, as if reaching for him and for a split second, he thinks you’re gonna run your fingers through his hair like you used to, and his heart does this lurching thing, like it simultaneously shrinks and explodes in his chest, and fuck him. He’s not over you yet.

(maybe I’m not over him either 👀)

Meanwhile… Meanwhile, Frankie's watching the whole scene from the kitchen. Ticking jaw, sucking on his teeth, vein popping in his neck. 

But what did Frankie dress up as, you ask. If you're still reading this, that is.

Frankie

Well, Frankie’s not exactly big on Halloween. For one, he grew up in a household full of ghosts. The candy sure was a perk, as a kid, but he’s always enjoyed savoury food more than sweets. Later, Izzy would let him tag along to the parties she went to (not that her mother left her much choice, anyway), and those were fun, admitedly. There was always alcohol, but most importantly, ✨girls✨ Girls who would never fail to find Izzy’s baby brother oh so cute with his soft curls and his golden skin and his lovely dimples and he’d spend the entire evening passing from one set of arms to another set of hands, which suited him juuuuust fine.

However, the man now has an actual body count, so he’s not too keen on the notion of the dead coming back to haunt the living for one night…

But thewhole thing makes you so damn happy. In the end, it doesn’t matter if he has to fend off an entire army of undead.

Unlike Pope, whatever your choice of outfit may be, he’ll get behind you. You wanna be Lydia Deetz? He’ll be your Beetlejuice. He’ll be the Gomez to your Morticia, the John Bartlett to your Patricia Bradley. 

This year, you announce most enthusiastically, you want to be Frankenstein’s Bride. 

Alright, baby!

And let's just say this: he makes it very, very difficult for you to be a good host to your guests. How on god’s wretched earth can he be this incredibly sexy as Frankenstein's creature??

Not only is he good with the kids, patient and gentle and cracking dad jokes with each group of little monsters and Elsas and cowboys eagerly standing on your doorstep, but that jacket… That damn jacket he got himself, three sizes too small, fuck, that poor jacket is working hard ALL NIGHT trying to contain his breadth, the seams just as strained around his shoulders as your poor clenching cu– 

Oh and you’ve no idea where he found that headband with the bolts on each side, but you don’t really care because he’s slicked black his hair and it's curling thick and luscious on his nape and you can’t wait for every one to get the hell out of your place. 

You’re gonna go down on him the minute the last guest leaves your house, take him down your throat and show him just how grateful to him you are for playing along so well. Watch that handsome, pretty, pretty face, that the green makeup and fake scars can't even spoil, go slack when you suck on his balls and swallow his spend. 

And you almost get to do it. If it wasn’t for that tiny little misstep. The sultry teasing words you pour into his neck, halfway through the party. When you tell him that what you truly wanted to dress up as was Margarita at the Midnight Ball. And Francisco’s eyes grow dangerously dark and wide and wild, pupils shot open with lust, because he knows what this means. And what this means is stark naked. 

And sure enough, he has barely closed the door behind the last guest that Frankie turns around and orders you to "Take off those fucking clothes. Now."

His tone brooks exactly zero argument. You comply at the speed of light before he shoves you onto the couch and kneels on the floor between your spread thighs, and it's very obvious, very fast, that you are his Halloween candy.

He keeps your ass balanced on the edge of the sofa and your back pressed into the soft cushions, thick fingers digging into the dips of your hips to hold you still with a welcome, bruising hold. 

His mouth feels like lava, liquid and hot as he licks into you like a starved man, broad sloppy stripes through your dripping folds, tongue dipping to feast on your slick like his sole purpose down there is to drink you dry. 

And when he wants more, because it’s never enough, he fastens his plush lips around your pulsating clit and plays it with the curled up tip of his tongue, two fingers hooked inside your cunt and pulling on that fucking spot with the same deftness with which he used to pull the trigger, and you give him more, give him everything he wants, you leak straight into his mouth, you’ve lost track of time somewhere after your third orgasm. 

There’s green makeup smeared all over your inner thighs, rivulets of black tears streaking your once ghostly pale cheeks. Sweat’s pooling in the small of your back and damp locks of hair are glued to your temples and forehead. 

You're a writhing mess, nearly slipping out of consciousness when he grabs your waist and flips you around, rough and urgent. 

With that easy strength that makes you light-headed, he pulls you downward, kneeling you down between his folded legs, your back flush to his chest, you’re moulded into him, and by the time you register the change in position, he’s already lining himself up. 

It’s no longer than a split second before he all but impales you on his length. It’s too sudden and the stretch downright painful, and you cry a strangled cry of his name but it's soundless, there’s no more air in your lungs, he’s fucked all the oxygen out of there. 

“How are you so fucking tight,” he says, his voice sounds strained, and he starts fucking up into you, absolute, merciless, the pace is punishing and you’ve gone blind with the stretch. 

It’s too fast, too deep, too fucking thick. Your spine goes stiff as a metal rod as you try to get away from it but you can’t, one hand is clutching your throat and his other arm’s banded around your waist. You’re helpless, nails digging into his flesh, crushed against his sweaty torso and he keeps sliding your rigid body down onto his impossibly thick cock at this impossibly fast pace, hips hammering your ass, lewd and loud, slap slap slap. 

And he knows, he feels you trying to recoil. The flat of his tongue licks up the column of your throat and it’s a sharp bite on your earlobe, and a low grunt in your ear, “I'm not gonna last long,” and you relent, you slump down into his hold and let him give you what he needs you to take. 

“Good girl”, he pants, and what do you know? You feel another one coming. 

Oh but this one’s deep and violent, it’s building tense and heavy into your core like a burning fist gripping your insides right behind your navel, and if it wasn’t for his own grunts, you’d hear the pathetic mewl you let out when it explodes in your breasts. 

The frantic clench and clutch of your cunt around his length is more than enough to tip him over. He rams his pulsating cock into you one last time before he starts to grind, so forceful his hipbones are biting into your ass, pushing further inside you to bury his come as far up your body as possible, up to your fucking cervix, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his rumbling growl. 

When he stills, finally, he doesn’t unwrap his arms. Doesn’t loosen his embrace. Instead, he draws your body with his when he slouches backward, his broad shoulders hitting the coffee table.

Limp, spent, blissfully used, you lay on top of him, his length sheathed inside your warmth, your chest heaving along with his chest. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out. 

He nuzzles the crown of your hair, gentle again. 

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN ORANGE BESTIES!!! HAVE FUN WITH THE DEAD AND STAY SAFE 🎃💀🧡

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