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kichiyosh1 · 10 months

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Hi ,, my heads full of final exams and scara 🤕

this is my first request of a story of any kind but..

Top of the class reader who is trying to help her boyfriend scara pass his exams! But scara would much rather steal looks at her then look at the work questions in front of him. Reader scolds him but it goes in one ear and out the other, bc he thinks it cute (but wouldn’t want to admit it) ㅠㅠ

I’m not sure if you’ve done something similar but, I hope this was a sufficient request for u too work with ٩˙ヘ˙و

– 🌀 anon !!

Focus on the paper, not me!

modern au!scaramouche x f!reader

Sorry this was late! Woooh exams, good thing i won't be dealing with those for a while. That info is more than sufficient, in fact i was already able to picture a whole plot in my head thanks to it 🌀 anon!

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"Scara, we've been at this for hours and we've only studied one chapter."

You'd say the situation was quite... hopeless. You weren't using that term on your boyfriend though. Of course not, you know how well he's able to do good with his grades, but his ways of staying academically afloat are indeed questionable.

Having to drink black coffee the moment he wakes up and cramming lessons and assignments by 3am in the morning was impressive, but seriously unhealthy. You wouldn't be surprised either if he did the same thing for his exams, but surprised you were when he came up to you one day to ask for you to help him study.

and that leads to now.

"How 'bout you try answering these work questions and we'll focus on reviewing the ones you get wrong. We'll start by answering the simpler questions before moving onto—" Your hands were busy rummaging through papers while your gaze shifted left and right across the work sheets.

It was at times like this where Scara's able to take a good look at you. The concentrated look on your face made you look so cute and eager. Your cheeks puffed out just a tiny bit like a little chipmunk busying itself with collecting acorns, or in your case, helping him study.

You handed him a pen and laid out the papers, reminding him that it was alright if he didn't get all of them right, just a couple to prove that he at least learned something. "How nice of you, though if I end up getting a score least of what you're expecting, then that's on you." he was already through to five questions, posture facing the paper but his eyes flicker from time to time to you.

"You should be grateful I'm even willing to help you. Do you know how many others would want to be in your position right now?" you crossed your arms with a huff.

"Good thing I got to you first."

"You didn't, I just declined tutoring all of them because I didn't have the energy for it."

"Oh, then how lucky am I, to have such a sweet, loving and caring girlfriend look after me, who also happens to be incredibly smart too~."

You would have nudged him hard, but you didn't want the ink of his pen to run the wrong way. So you could only look at him in disbelief, debating if you should feel happy about his compliment, or offended that he could have implied that he pursued you for your smarts. Knowing Scaramouche, you decided not to take it to heart, after all he was prone to teasing you one way or another.

"Your talk better be as strong as your bite, because unless you want to count my face as part of your exam, I suggest you keep your eyes on your paper, scara." You say with folded hands and a close eyed smile, though the irk mark on your forehead was showing.

He wasn't subtle at all, stealing glances at a time like this when he should be focused on answering. A single bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, only a few more questions left.

'I'll have you know if this exam remotely has anything involving you in it, I'd ace it no problem.' he wouldn't tell you that though. It was already embarrassing how he couldn't think straight since his thoughts would always keep circling back to you.

"Even your ugly face would be more appealing to look at right now instead of this annoying exam." He says handing you his finished papers, stretching out his back before focusing his attention on to you.

"At least I'm not dumb enough that I would be in need of a tutor, right? Makes you think that pretty face of yours is all you have going" this time you could only give him a deadpanned look in return before scanning over his papers. His face is bright red because of the uno reverse you just pulled.

The silence after that was deafening, making your best efforts to ignore him. A part of him slightly now regretted what he said so standing up from his position, draping his arms over your shoulder from behind, he could only sigh.

"You're not mad because of what I said right? You know I didn't mean it. Your face is anything but that if not it's— pleasing. It's nice to look at. It makes me feel at peace whenever I see you smiling, or whatever kind of expression you're wearing it always makes me feel like everything's gonna be alright. Like right now, when you—" he got cut off when you titled you head to the side. Your lips meeting his, giving him a peck on the lips before having your body fully face him.

"It's nice hearing you say those things, but you don't need to explain yourself. I think you've given enough evidence to show the court how much you like looking at me. I mean I do too, but at least I'm discreet about it!" You chuckled while placing the papers down, leaving scara once again all red in the face, but it disappeared just as quickly when he saw the serious look on your face.

"Oh, and you didn't get a single answer right by the way. So I'm hoping you can focus on the paper and not me this time."

"..."

"Why are you just staring at me?"

"I'm soaking in the image of your face into my memory so that I don't keep looking at you later on."

"I take it back, you are hopeless."

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If anything's inconsistent please ignore it lol I didn't proof read yet cuz my eyes keep going ⬆️⬇️↗��↘️↙️↖️ cuz I'm sleepy so imma do that tomorrow.

#kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi #wanderer #scaramouche #genshin impact x reader

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iwaasfairy · 1 year

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tw. cest, bit of degradation but mainly praise, spit, oral fixation, oral, choking, its kinda soft pffff so tw feelings, corruption, hajime gets off on the guilt wordcount. 4.2k

a/n. who's surprised about more cest? exactly no one ♡♡♡ but i missed hajime nii, besides i haven't written nearly enough full length big bro iwa fics FIXED /fikst/ 1. predetermined and not subject to or able to be changed. (adj.) 2. mend or repair. (verb)

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

You never really knew that much about boys growing up. That’s just how it went. Hajime started playing volleyball before you were old enough to remember different. Your life was constructed around it. Every practice for him meant no free babysit for your parents, so you were dragged with mom to dance class with other moms. And they brought their equally clueless baby girls, which led to you enrolling in girls related things with girls who related.

You wouldn’t have known about boy’s things, apart from the small circle of cultivated friends Hajime allowed into his space, and yours. It wasn’t on purpose, but the outcome was still the same.

Any and all information you had about boys came straight from Hajime’s mouth, who was older. Compared to clueless you; niichan held the wisdom of a sage. You always clung to his every word, even as he grew bigger. Even as he grew more snappy, sick of dealing with his friends who were stupid boys and did stupid high school boy things. Everything you didn’t know went through niichan. Not ever the other boy spending too much time in your house, because Oikawa was a liar, and niichan would make sure you remembered it.

But you knew certain things too when you saw them, and what small amount you did know— was now rearing it’s ugly head and asking questions.

“Wh—what’s this? What are you watching?” As you shuffle out of the hall with a frown, you hold niichan’s phone away from your body with loose fingertips. Boys might not have cooties anymore in your mind, but everyone talks about how gross boys are. You don’t want to risk it. And Hajime freezes in place like he’s guilty, wide-eyed. It’s brand new. Unusual. Like hitting bullseye on the first throw, tickling your brain from within.

See, Hajime was always bigger than most in your town, athletically built, and prone to using that build full of energy and power to his advantage. That to say, he was always quicker than most to squish you into silence or grab you by the collar instead of using his words when it came to accusations. Your parents weren't around much to scold him for it. It’s what his popular best friend loved to call ‘anger issues’, wait for it to blow up.

And silent, thinly veiled panic isn’t — that.

“Why the hell are you on my phone?” Hajime’s face blanks as he puts down the remote, glances over his shoulder for supervision, and puts on his meanest glare as he scrambles up from the couch. He’d been left on little sister duty all afternoon, and now, you’d gone and made a critical error. Your friends joke about no-goes, but you never really got why ‘messing around on a boy’s phone’ was an issue.

Hajime nii clearly doesn’t agree. His biceps bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest with mouth set in a thin line, and you shuffle in place within arms’ reach of him.

“I’m not on your phone, I just found it like this on your bed.” It’s the truth, you hadn’t meant to find anything. Intent doesn’t matter to your big brother though, because he towers you as he does. It’s the best way you can describe the way he glares you down ice cold, close enough to make your skin break out in goosebumps, waiting for retaliation. If you were any of his guy friends, you’re sure they’d get a solid kick to the shin. The little sister treatment is more mean mugging you until you fidget. “I wasn’t even snooping, I just needed to get a charger,” you tack on, swinging your arms behind your back.

“Give it.”

“No,” you quip back, for no particular reason other than to win the back and forth that always starts like this.

“Give me my phone, before I choose to take it.” His hand sticks out, bigger than yours, and you lean back a little. Usually it’s just empty threats. But sometimes you pick the wrong day to argue back, until you end screaming like a banshee under him like it’s life or death. Niichan’s still young enough where it makes him feel strong not to hold back.

The second ‘no’ sticks in your throat as he leans into your space more, and you can basically taste the natural instinct to roll over before he gets there. But you can’t help yourself. You want answers. You don’t deliver the device as quickly as he wants you to. A single eyebrow raises -an I dare you- deciding whether or not to smack you over the head for your transgression.

And you should know better, but the younger sibling in you aches. You suck your bottom lip. “Why are you watching this?” you grimace as you look at the phone again, unlocking it to reveal the video of a naked girl suckling on what the deadly annoying, high-pitched whine of ‘step brother’ loud through the little phone speaker says is her brother’s… parts. It doesn’t look like anything you’ve ever seen, from the few seconds you watched. But niichan always gets into the bath before you, and you don’t peek. Ever. But judging by the groaning and moaning from the guy, it must be-

Hajime goes bright red in his face as he yanks the phone out of your hands. “Don’t play it, are you fucking stupid?” Your father is still just as busy in his office as he’s been all day, but the way he panics to turn it off would almost make you think differently.

“It’s porn, isn’t it? You’re watching porn.” You’ve heard your friends talk about porn enough to know what it is. You just don’t know why he’s watching it. “Why?”

After clicking out of the tab, your big brother makes a face that’s equal parts fed up, and embarrassed, but he doesn’t give you any of the answers you’re looking for. “Shittykawa sent me that, ’s nothing. Just- fuck, don’t touch my shit again. Or I’ll knock the sense into you, y’hear?”

“But why watch it?”

“You’re dumber than you look if you think I’ll talk to you about-” The last word isn’t even spoken, but it feels like it’s heard just as loud. Your brother watches porn. There’s a pit in your stomach. Because your brother isn’t a liar, but he also isn’t a gossip. And he doesn’t offer up important information until you ask, which always ends with you feeling left out. Late. The overly girly pout of the woman moaning rings in your mind over and over. You’ve never done that stuff to your brother. Instead of helping you out, he hoards info. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up, and you don’t know why.

When he goes to brush past you, you wrap your arms around his waist and cling to him, face to stomach as he tries to walk away. “I’m not done,” you drag out the word, “niichan, stahp-uh. St-aw-aww! You’re hurting me!” You’re really to blame for the way you struggle to hold him in place, and he isn’t one to just fold without a fight. “Niisan~ tell me why! Come on, don’t be annoying. Ughh— don- you’re annoying!” Hajime nii doesn’t just give in. You know that as well as he does.

“Get off!!” His hand is big and warm as it wraps around your neck and he shoves his thigh between your legs, lifted off the floor. You cling on, squeezing hard as he huffs and you use your whole body to try and keep him in place. “Let go of me, brat, fuckin’-uhg- you’re—” You manage to fall back halfway into the couch with Hajime’s weight on top of you in the struggle and bite it, butt landing hard on the floor as he knees you in the shoulder and protects your face just in time. “Idiot, you wanna break your nose over this shit?”

“Why are you looking at that stuff, tell me!” you demand again, through welling up tears this time. “I want to know, or else- Else I’ll ask Oikawa.” He moves just enough to cradle your face and watch you for a second, then blows out a deep breath.

“No, you don’t.” His eyes zero in on yours, and his eyebrows flatten out a little. “You’ve made your point, just stop making a scene.” After running a hand through his spiky tufts of hair, he clicks his tongue. “If I tell you, will you shut up about it?”

Your head bobs up and down quickly, always ready to indulge your brother. “Of course! Promise.” Your voice is extra sweet when you say it.

In turn, Hajime sits back down to make some room for your shoulder as you sink down against the furniture, and look up at him. “Get up from the floor, c’mon-”

“Hajime nii~,” you bristle, crossing your arms over your chest, “just say it.”

You can basically see him think about rolling his eyes, but he fights the urge to instead let out a noncommittal huff, and pats his thigh. “Suit yourself.” You swallow down a sniffle, and rest your head onto the couch. And your niichan’s eyes flick to you again, hesitating. “What d’you want me to- I- If you wanna know why I watched it, it’s- because it feels good. I like it.” Your face must give away your confusion, because he glances over his shoulder again before patting your head and running his fingers through your hair in nerves. “And it is easier for guys to… come if we watch stuff.”

“Like it?” Your lashes tickle against the fabric as you look up at him, not yet satisfied. He’s not getting away with a measly little explanation like that. “But what was the girl doing?” Niichan’s chest rumbles softly with the deep breath he takes, pulling his fingers down to squeeze the bridge of your nose instead, like it’ll shut you up. But it doesn’t, only makes you whine and push at the hand. When he speaks again, his voice is very soft, almost too much so. It makes you giddy. It warms your blood. You love when Hajime nii tells you secrets, or things you’re not supposed to know.

The low mumble reaches. “Sucking his dick.”

Sucking it. You pop your lips, and watch as he starts bouncing his leg next to your head. But the lady in the video wasn’t just sucking. You’re not sure how to word it, so just pout for a moment. It’s not like you mean to push it too far. Evidently, you do though. “Can I do that to you, niichan?”

It nails the coffin closed, because he suddenly stands up and narrows his eyes, as heat comes up all the way to his ears. “Oh my god, don’t make it sound fucked up. I’m—”

"What, what, what?" you pout, and cling to him.

"Shut. Your. Trap. Dad's gonna hear." He takes your cheeks between his index finger and thumb, and makes you really look into his eyes. “Don’t ask anyone else that. Ever, okay? I’m not- talking about this with you right now.”

The conversation sated you back then, it seems. Because it doesn’t come up again until you’ve totally forgotten about it, much, much later. Late enough for you to be awoken from your sleep with an involuntary yawn. Hajime’s apartment is still pitch black, but you’re not unaware of the shape next to you as it slips into the covers with careful motions. Your chest rises and falls shallowly, before you nose pushes into his chest and he settles. “Sorry.”

“M’n -rom d’airport, miss you,” you slur, and also curl up further into Hajime’s heat, who doesn’t bother to try and understand you. You’re not even sure yourself. Only that you don’t want him to move, and that the gentle soothing motion of his heavy hand on your hip is nice. “Hm?”

“You’re taking up my side,” his voice rattles your skull with how deep and low it feels this close to your brain.

“‘M not leaving, you’re warm. Wanna stay here. Forever.” It’s enough to have him give in, slide an arm under your side and drape you up a little higher onto his pillow to really slide in nice and close next to you. Chest to chest, and your face to his collar. It isn’t the first time you’ve cuddled, or felt his thighs force some room between your legs to slide one of his between.

But it’s weird. You can still feel his eyes on your face, magnetic in the twilight. They trail paths all over, suffocatingly so. When you open your eyes as much as the call of sleep will allow, your lashes almost brush his nose, and it tickles, and your big brother’s breath dusts over your cheeks. “Wanna get more sleep before I have to go back home.” You justify, but Hajime doesn’t nod, doesn’t disagree either. He just looks, too close to your face. Your sleepiness doesn’t matter so much when your heart patters against your ribs. It’s just - like ice sliding down your spine, you can feel how your stomach turns inside you, and how hot the air feels. Why is it weird?

You’re older now. You know better now. There’s a whisper, a soft “niichan,” anything to break the tension. It is breathier than you mean it to come out. You just want to know if he feels nauseous too, sensing the same feeling of hell pressing down on your chest as the room seems to come closer. He seems to come closer too. He’s always so bright, so present in your mind. Whether you’re halfway across the world or kept

in his arms. And then pillowy lips connect with yours, nose brushing along your matching one, and your lips are pushed open by a wet, warm tongue. A hot flash travels down your throat as you try not to skitter away at the feeling. It takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up. Why is it different? Why? Why’s your belly burning with a strange sort of pressure? Tonight’s the last night you’ll be spending in Hajime’s apartment for a while, maybe.

His tongue slides into your mouth and tangles with yours, tasting of watermelon and mint mouthwash, and his heart beats slower against your chest. He’s just so close, and you feel like you’re drifting off into dreamland with how warm you feel melting into him. “M-nii -chan,” your voice comes, and a hand grabs your cheek to pull your face closer to his. You’re instantly reminded… of that high pitched moan of that girl on that video.

“Shh, ‘s okay. I’ve got you,” he noses along your jaw, before pressing a lingering kiss right in the middle of your bobbing throat. You don’t expect him to sit up. You don’t expect him to slide his arm under your knees and move you sideways, and to come back to your face for more warm, sloppy, wrong kisses. “I love you. I love you.” This is… wrong, isn’t it? It’s incest, and wrong. The word that haunted you ever since you learned it’s meaning. He groans your name in the quiet, and you automatically reply with a soft moan. Can’t help it. The kissing turns into deeper, needier, panting and spit on your bottom lip before he slides the calloused tips of his fingers over the exposed sliver of your tummy and up.

Hooking your flimsy cotton onto his fingers and pulling at it until he reaches the swell of your tits, but not revealing anything yet. You shake, and your legs spread apart. There’s a pressure on your bladder, on the lowest part of your belly, where heat collects itself and drips out of you into your panties— and it should be more embarrassing than it is. But your pout is kissed by your devoted, all-knowing big brother, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

“Let me- wanna show you somethin’ now.” His breathing against you feels like heaven, sweetening your blood until you can barely think straight over the smacking mouths and dripping of spit and your cunt and the swirling fire in your loins. “You’re so fucking- pretty.” His chest rubs against your tits, and his fingers pinch the skin where your breasts blush with heat, squeezing with a low rumble of his voice. He wants to say something, but doesn’t get the words out, clearly, as he shuts himself up in your lips, then your throat, down to your tits. Your pussy’s glowing, and your mind foggy- something you can’t pinpoint to either sleep or the moment, and is most likely both combined.

Hajime nii’s boxers are barely clinging onto his thighs with the way it’s tented around his cock when he pulls back, taking a long look just like you are. He’s hot, physically burning under your eyes. But also… filled out so much. He was always broad, but now it’s just distracting. Carved from marble and dusted with gold. It’s childish, petulant even, how you take in the sight and moan with your hands pawing at his shirt, but so fucking true. You’re overcome with it, with love for him.

And niichan seems similarly affected as you are, because there’s a furrow between his brows that only relaxes when he stares at your blushy, spit-covered lips, your heaving chest, the sticky patch of your panties as you’re laid spread on his bed.

His hand comes to yours, letting you wrap your fingers around his, but he doesn’t move beyond that. Only breathes deeply, and stares at the way you tangle your fingers between his. “Niichan, please,” you whine, pulling, tugging, demanding him into motion until he places his free hand onto his chubbed cock and squeezes himself through the fabric. The wet patch of his gray boxers clings uncomfortably to his cockhead, and you suck your lip between your teeth. “Show me, niichan. I wa- wan’ you to, please.”

You’re the one sitting up first, grabbing a handful of your own tits to whimper as his fist stays screwed around his cock— and have to lean yourself all the way down to nose at the inside of his thigh before he finally moves again. “Oh- fuck.” His hips jerk as he rubs himself against your cheek once, and when you moan, again. Large hands and long fingers splay out over your head to keep you in place as gently as he can manage as you let your spit-slick tongue rub against him as he fucks into the air and you chase. You only manage a little glance up between your lashes at his heavy petting and desperate few pumps against the softness of your mouth, but it’s plenty.

Plenty to see the blown out pupils and bead of sweat rolling down his neck, his ears and cheeks a dusty pink. Your big brother groans when you brush your thumb over the sticky patch of the fabric and wrap a ring of fingers around him, forcing the covered head to pop into your soft mouth with a loud kissy noise. “I- Fucking hell, get o- oh,” he doesn’t let you stay latched on, tangling his fingers in your hair and holding you away as he shudders, “you wan’it? That makes you feel good, does it?” The pull of your hair feels good though, pussy clenching around nothing again.

“Mhm, being under my big brudder makes me feel good.” You can’t keep yourself from nuzzling into his hand when he releases you to get up onto his knees, and watch as he shoves the boxers down his thick thighs with slower motions than you wish he’d use. It’s a little unfair. Even in the low light, you can see the glossiness of his cockhead, the little trail of hair leading you all the way down to right between muscular legs- and your nails drag down the skin with a needy whine until he rests the heavy tip back onto your lips. Onto your squirming, little tongue.

Hajime’s breathing comes to a halt as you lick up the slit and glance up at him, and move your hand to reach under his cock too. “Mh-niichan? You wanted this, right? for how long?”

His eyes go half lidded as he hums. “Long.”

Another long lick sliding down, your spit coats the bottom of his twitching cock until you’re happily nestled at the base and press kisses down. “Is that why you only watch sister porn?”

He groans your name with a tight grunt, and you can see the way his chest caves. You guess it doesn’t really matter. Worse sins have been committed just tonight than your big brother fondling you in his bed, and pressing you down on his lap. But the way it flushes his neck and makes his eyes narrow is so satisfying, you almost don’t know what to do with yourself when he pushes you away from him to roll you onto your back, long fingers finding your neck. The press scares you for a split second, before the pressure makes way for entirely too much pleasure. “Still a fucking brat.” His olive irises flash as he watches you drop open your mouth again, and pull at his shirt with a moan.

“Take this off~ niichan, please. Please.” His shirt is discarded somewhere next to the bed, before he allows you to place your lips back to the thumping, blood-filled head of his cock and wrap them around it. It feels good, really good— and he tastes like Hajime, slowly starting to rock onto your tongue as his hand tightens in your hair.

“Wan- uhuh, fuck, I want to cum down your throat so bad. Use-m- my little sister’s mouth.” He’s heavy, and thick, and spit gets everywhere as you do your very best to hollow your cheeks around his hard cock each time he pushes a little farther in. But of course you gag when he pushes past your tongue into your tight throat, and grunts out your name. He pulls back to let you take a breath but fucks right back into you, now rocking his hips harder and deeper. You gag, and Hajime hums. “Tch, messy little sister. Good, tho- feels so good-” Your fingers squeeze around the part where you can’t quite reach, other hand on his balls, while spit goes everywhere.

“Fuck, I’m fucking my sister’s mouth, this is- so fucked.” You suck harder, and Hajime’s cock twitches in your mouth. “Uh- love— you, uhuh, that’s a good girl.” Your lips are stretched wide, and your throat burns around the intrusion, but the feeling just makes you so lightheaded. Floating off from the world as he cups your face with two hands and jackhammers into your mouth until you can’t tell up from down. Your muffled, sloppy ‘niichan, niichan’ only makes his shoulders raise higher, abs flexed each time he makes you bottom out around him, each time tears run down your face. Even when you gag and push back against him. “You love your big brother too, right?”

“Mhm,” you’re choking on it and enjoying it, breath flooding your lungs each time he pulls back far enough to let you— before you have to grab his thigh and open your teary eyes to glance up at him. “Niichan, Hajime nii, p-please. Want your cock, i-inside, want to be my big brother’s cockslut, plea~se.”

He hauls you up from him by your shoulders, rolls you onto your back as he stares into your eyes. Pupils blown wide, with the pretty sliver of green, he bites his lip so hard it must hurt. “Why— you keep saying shit like that, thinking I’m not going to react? Stop poking.” His long fingers glide from your shoulder up to your neck again, and squeeze just enough to have you seeing little stars that vanish when you look at them. It feels good. Hajime feels so good. With the light of the moon dusting along his edges, you slowly spread your legs on both sides of his body, and blink.

“Mean it. Mn-gh, nii~chan. Want your cock to fill me up, I wan’it so bad. Want you.” He looks rabid as he dips down to shove a thumb between your lips for you to suck, lingering in that heady feeling. More. You moan it around his finger as he pushes on your tongue, but he’s already distracted with the way you’re peeling your own panties down your legs, and how the stings of slick stretch from the fabric all the way to your gushing cunt. “Pl-uh-ese, nii-dan.” Your lewd sucking of his finger and the way you pull your lower legs around his glutes seems to be too much for him.

“Love ya, Hajime niichan.”

You feel his lips crash to yours before his cock is shoved into you, but it’s the latter that instantly has your arms wrap around his muscular back to cling on. Because he’s thick, heavy, and burning hot inside you. Wetness clicks and squelches as he slides all the way in and swallows up your moan. He pulls out, and slams back in hard enough to make your legs jerk. You feel him in your belly. You feel him in your throat. You feel him in your soul too, as he sucks your tongue and cups your cheek and palms your tits all at once. As he pulls out and hits a spot inside you you didn’t even know about, and fucks you so good it makes your toes curl.

“‘S our secret, okay?” he pants when he pulls back, lifting your legs to your chest. And you’re already nodding your head up and down before he has to ask more, letting out the shakiest whimper.

Your voice is extra sweet when you hum. “Of course. Promise~.”

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nat-20s · 2 months

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a fic featuring Fourteen and Donna being so so eepy (also on a03)

During one of The Doctor’s usual puttering about at 3 am in the Tardis, they immediately notice two things about a certain door. The first is that in the latest rearrangement of the floor plan, this door has gone from the hidden depths of what we’ll call it “the basement”, to a fairly central area of the top level. Second, and perhaps more alarmingly, this door that has been locked for millennia is now cracked ajar.

He doesn’t, however, feel any immediate panic. Instead, a little smile he can’t quite hold back appears on his face. Soft in their old age, really. Should at the very least check that what he thinks is behind the door is there, and not some sort of intruder. Technically, while the bio-metric locks that had been put in place were some of the finest in the universe, he had enough experience to know that no locks were truly unpickable.

As gingerly as possible, The Doctor opens the door enough to peek their head inside; it’s immediately revealed that he truly needn’t have worried about a break in. Donna Noble, currently prone on the bed, had been the one to open her room, just as he had guessed.

He should have worried about how now, apparently, Donna was an extremely light sleeper. He had been almost certain that he hadn’t made a noise, but not even a full second later, she rolls over to face the door and stirs awake. Blinking away some of the sleep, she sees him and gives him a half-sheepish, half-tired smile. Before he can say something along the lines of “don’t mind me, get some rest”, she pats the space next to her and gives him a “c’mere” nod of the head.

The Doctor goes willingly, and even manages to not hold their breath stepping through the former mausoleum of their best friend’s memory. He settles next to her, face to face in a classic “talking too late at night during a sleepover” pose. Because of who they are, he can’t help but let the first thing he says be, “I seem to remember someone lecturing me about sleeping in the Tardis when there’s a perfectly good bed in a perfectly good house, spaceman.”

Donna must be half-awake, because instead of arguing, she gives a one shoulder shrug and scrunches up her nose in amusement. “You caught me.”

“I thought everyone but Granddad was at the London house tonight?”

“Oh, they are. Work ran late and here was closer, so I sent off a text letting them know I was crashing here instead.”

“In the Tardis?”

“Well. No. That’s my little secret. Or, I suppose, our little secret now.”

The Doctor raises an eyebrow at her, asking for more info, to which she replies with a sigh. “You know, I wasn’t a super fussy baby-”

“-a bit shocking to hear, considering-”

“Oi! As I was saying, I wasn’t colicky or anything like that, but if Mum just could not get me to settle down, she would pop me in a car seat and drive around the neighborhood. Said I was out like a light within minutes.”

He has no idea where this story is going. He finds he doesn’t mind. It’s silly and sappy of him (what isn’t, these days?), but he finds it deeply charming when Donna goes on a little ramble. Especially when sleepiness is slowing her words and she keeps blinking for more and more seconds. They think they’ll get maybe 5 more minutes to chat before she’s fully gone again, and they’re going to savor it. She continues, “She stopped doing that when I old enough to toddle into their room and fall asleep between them. God, one morning they had gotten up early and I apparently screamed my little head off thinking they had left me forever.”

She says that last statement with a roll of her eyes, passing it off as one of those things kids do, but The Doctor’s heart lets out a pang. He wishes he could’ve told little Donna that it was okay, that her parents are there and they love her so so much. He wishes he could tell all Donnas that she won’t be left behind, not in the end. (They also wish they could tell themselves that they don’t get left behind, eventually.)

Personal timelines, however, are messy, and best left alone. Instead, he stays now, and he listens, and he takes Donna’s hand in his own. “Honestly, I don’t think my sleeping habits have changed that much. I still hate sleeping alone. I still hate sleeping motionless. Stick me on a boat with someone to cuddle up to and I’ll have the best rest of my life.”

She looks around the room briefly, then presses her forehead to the Doctor’s and continues, “You know, kind of like the nights I spent here. The Tardis, this room...it was only my home for a year. But it was also the most home I had been for a long, long time. And the house is lovely, so lovely, still can’t believe you bought us a house, but right now it’s too quiet and I missed it here. The various whirs and clicks and hums the Tardis makes? Better than any white noise machine on the market.”

The Doctor grins at her, feeling a bit smug and a lot soppy. “Now you know how I feel.”

She gives a half hearted poke at his chest, which is rather undercut by the yawn she lets out. “Still, ‘spect you to stay with us the majority of the nights.”

“Hey, I’m with you right now, aren’t I?”

She closes her eyes, giving a grin and a hushed, “Yeah, you are,” before slipping straight back to dream land. He technically could slip away now, but he’s already under the covers, are the steady breathing of his best friend is having a rather lulling effect. Remembering that he’s now allowed to rest, whenever he wants, he snuggles in closer, pulls the blankets tighter around them, and does just that.

#*cracks knuckles*#okay tag time #my fic #doctor who #fourteenth doctor #tennant doctor #donna noble #what if we were best friends and we coslept in your old room #what then

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moxfirefly · 5 months

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Ok. I wanna ask something. It’s ok you don’t have to answer this but I wanna ask how would the Turtles be like when they are in season? Like way before their s/o came into the picture? Like their emotions and how to handle it? You can make it SFW or NSFW or both.

We love mating season in this house. This is a fun one anon thanks! So undercut cause goes without saying.

Explicit

Leo

He knows how to manage it the best during the beginning.

Get messy towards the middle.

For Leo the best way to deal with pesky spring fever is simply to overtrain and overwork his body.

Out of sight out of mind mentally.

His nose gets easily irritable with all the scents he can pick up now that go beyond his usual. So he’ll burn more incense, he’ll light more candles (softer scents that calm him)

His gaze strays. Leo knows how to keep his eyes on check whenever he sees a beautiful individual, he’s very aware that making it obvious isn’t always fun.

But man, is he fucking staring now. Notices all the intricate details about April that makes her so very beautiful. Notices how pretty the lady that works at the deli where they patrol often is, saw a guy so breathtaking he had to stop and take a second. It’s all rather annoying and it exacerbates him.

MEDITATES MORE™️

More on the angry jerk off side of the spectrum.

Raph

Oh boy is he just more stand off-ish than normal. Quicker to pick fights and really will fight if pushed.

Raph needs to blow of steam on a normal basis, while in his season? Sheesh are the Foot getting extra bones broken.

Over exercises to compensate the territorial nature that boils within him.

A lot of impure thoughts about April.

He feels awful about it too which further being the cycle full circle.

Angry, fight, fantasize, rinse, repeat.

Tries to get out of the Lair more. Sneaks out or the cold fresh air to center him.

People watches. His mind will wander. Up until now Raph believes he won’t ever have a chance with someone, so this part isn’t his favorite.

Yearns baby, this one yearns and aches.

Mikey

So. Much. More. Extra. Energy.

Much more scatter brained than usual.

Head full. Many thought.

Mikey likes to burn off his energy by skating. He’ll concentrate on tricks and enjoys the speed of zooming around on his board.

Tbh Mikey sticks to what works. Skateboarding and masturbating.

Could get rather territorial, a bit prone to picking fights. Surprisingly scary when mad.

While Mike doesn’t like being alone in general, really needs the solitude during this time.

If he flirts with April on a normal Tuesday evening, how’d you think he’s gonna be now?

Over all handles the season fairly well.

Donnie

Probably the best to handle the season out of his brothers.

Naturally because Donnie prefers to nest during this period. He naturally prefers the solitude so during this time it’s the best excuse to not have everyone on his case about it.

EATS.

The man gets pretty famished and eats more that he normally does.

Skins feels a little on fire, just about anything sets him off. Whether the instinct to fight or his need for release.

Don’s pretty creative when it comes to getting off, but man does he breakout some fun things to pass the time.

Tries to distract himself with his work.

Not proud of it but if Aprils around, he’ll smell her a lot. She’s got a comforting scent but it also kinda gets him going which doesn’t help.

#ask #anon #tmnt bayverse #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michaelangelo #tmnt donatello #ns*w #requested headcanons

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emeritusemeritus · 5 months

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All about the girl [Eddie Munson x Reader]

Title: All about the girl.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader {Established relationship}

Timeline: Set after 1984 for the music I’ve referenced. No mention of Stranger Things canon or Vecna.

Summary: Meeting your boyfriend’s family for the first time was never easy but luckily for you, Wayne’s a little tipsy.

Warnings: Drinking. Brief mentions of Eddie’s deadbeat dad, alcoholism. Just a funny little drabble. Reader is mentioned to have D cup breasts but it can be replaced by anything you want. I love Eddie’s awkwardness. Inspired by a Reddit post I saw that instantly gave me Eddie feels.

I will reference Judas Priest every chance I can in Eddie fics, they are the ultimate metal gods and I stand by that.

Wayne Munson was nothing like his deadbeat older brother Al. He was a self proclaimed gruff, grumbling hick but he was responsible, loyal and patient. The only thing he shared with his brother was his taste for alcohol, which started from an early age and had developed the older he got, though the younger Munson brother didn't depend on it nor did he act like a fool under the influence. Wayne had a healthy relationship with alcohol, as opposed to his brother. Responsible, loyal and patient.

Wayne likes a nice ice cold can of beer after a long shift at the plant, sometimes more when he has a rare day off the following day. It never fazed him to drink his well earned beer at the same time as he eats his breakfast, it was a natural consequence of joining the night shift.

Eddie had only seen his uncle drunk a handful of times in his life, never really seeing a stark difference in the man's general demeanour. Sure he was a little more talkative, more prone to droning on about stories of his youth or laying out a full summary of one of his favourite westerns, but he was largely unchanged.

Upon entering the trailer midday on a Wednesday, Eddie pauses, throwing down his worn black backpack beside the door near the two seater table and looked up in surprise when he sees his uncle Wayne sat in his trusted armchair, surrounded by empty cans of beer. An old western is playing on the screen, the telltale noises of horses clopping on dirt and a few too many fake gunshot noises being the obvious key.

"You're back early son," Wayne mumbles, his eyes flicking quickly up to the younger man before falling back to the screen as he takes another swig of his beer. Eddie nods, trying to think of an excuse to his truancy, mumbling something eventually along the lines of free study period, hoping that Wayne wouldn't probe any further. He doesn't. He sits resolute in his chair, hardly moving as his eyes focus on the movie, the only movement being his hand raising the can to his lips as he takes infrequent sips.

Eddie slinks off to his room and focuses on the task at hand, instantly piling up dirty clothes from the floor and around the room, making space as he tidies. He tidies up his desk and the array of stuff on top of his dressers, thrusting some things back into the top drawers that struggle to close due to the age of the cheap wood and all the crap stuffed inside them.

He moves around the amps that litter his room, actually creating a bit of floor space and a walkway as he gathers up records and tapes that have been strewn over the floor, a vague memory appearing of knocking them over a few days prior in his haste to gather his D&D stuff in time for Hellfire.

He even makes the bed. Airing out the blankets and sheets as he goes, trying to make the room just that little bit more presentable.

When he finally stops and takes a step back, looking around at his obvious hard work, he's impressed and a little proud of himself. He turns, noticing the assortment of dirty clothes he'd piled up in the corner and scoops them up in his arms, kicks open the door and walks out towards the washer dryer in the kitchenette of the trailer, dumping the clothes on top of the laundry basket that permanently sits atop the dryer, overflowing as per usual.

Wayne suddenly walks out from behind where Eddie is stood, appearing from the bathroom as he zips back up his old, worn jeans, wiping his freshly washed hands on his denim clad thighs. He whistles low as he shoots a look into the bedroom, seeing that his nephew had cleared up for once.

"If I didn't know any better son, I'd say you had a lady coming round 'ere," Wayne teases gently, looking upon his nephew to see his reaction. He sees Eddie freeze, his eyes widening as he looks like a deer in headlights, causing Wayne's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. "Good for you son," he mumbles, clapping Eddie on the shoulder as he walks past him to take a seat back down in his trusty armchair. Eddie follows wordlessly, sensing that his uncle isn't done, holding back from asking further questions.

"What's her name? What's she do? What's her bra size?" Wayne asks seriously, cracking open a fresh beer and taking a large swig. Eddie's mouth falls open at his uncle's surprising questions, spluttering and stammering his way through a mumbled reply, only causing Wayne to chuckle at the boy's flustered reaction. Eddie has turned beet red, shuffling in his place as he pushes down thoughts of her breasts, briefly trying to gage what size she would be before mentally he shakes out the thought.

"M'only messing son," he chuckles before frowning as he turns his attention back to the Western on the TV. "You're in my way boy," he grumbles, his voice holding just a smidge of humour as he waves Eddie out of the way.

"Her name's y/n," Eddie says quietly as he steps aside, no longer being an obstruction to his uncle's movie, choosing not to answer the other questions out of embarrassment. Wayne simply nods with a knowing smile tugging at his lips, enjoying busting his nephew’s chops just a little.

It’s a little past six when Eddie’s van steers wildly onto your street, his music turning down only slightly to a moderately appropriate volume as he parks up outside of your house. You rush out, pausing very briefly to kiss your momma on the way before you hop up into the van, greeting your new boyfriend with a sweet and passionate kiss.

“Look I,” Eddie says sheepishly as he pulls out of your street, keeping his eyes on the road. “Wayne’s a little, buzzed, shall we say. Just ignore him if he tries to be funny.” You look at Eddie, even though he’s not directly facing you and give a little questioning frown which he seems to instinctively notice. “He um, he knows you’re coming, caught me cleaning up a little. Guess he thought it was funny to rag on me a little for it.”

“Wait. You cleaned?” You asked, completely ignoring the point of the conversation as you pretend to be overwhelmingly surprised as Eddie’s actions. He shoots you a deadpan glare at your words but you simply smile back at him with a shit eating grin.

“What did he say?”

“Er,” Eddie noticeably pales as he pauses for a moment, hesitant to reply. “He was just winding me up, he asked your name, what you do… your bra size.”

You couldn’t help but burst with laughter at his words, imagining Eddie’s face turning beet red at the words. You wheeze with laughter as Eddie looks on in confusion.

“I’m sorry, that’s great,” you laugh, running your hands over your thighs. “That’s exactly how I’m going to introduce myself to everyone I meet now.”

“Like hell you are,” Eddie says possessively, though the slight smile on his face tells you that he did find it a little humorous now the mortification had gone.

“I don’t know, sounds like a good way to get to know someone to me,” you tease with a smirk, reaching for the volume button on the control to turn up the music just as Metallica’s Creeping Death came on, wanting to hear the distinctive guitar riff a little better. The conversation fell flat as your favourite part of the song came on, the insane guitar solo followed by the ‘die by my hand’ bridge.

Eddie was smiling and chuckling at your obvious excitement as you joined in with the ‘die!’ Chants, your fist in the air as you instinctively headbang to the breakdown in the song, continuing right up until the fade out. He openly laughs as you mimic your air guitar during the last harmonic power chord progression at the end. When the song is over, you both share a wicked smile before a little freak out when Judas Priest’s ‘love bites’ comes on right after, the deep foreboding chimes making your eyes widen significantly in sheer delight. They were undisputedly your favourite band and this track was one of your favourites from defenders of the faith.

Eddie chuckles again, eyes flicking between you and the road and smiles warmly to himself, proud of the fact he’d created this mixtape with you in mind, eternally grateful that you shared his love for metal.

It’s going dark as you pull up to Eddie’s trailer and knowing that Wayne would be home had you feeling suddenly a little nervous. You’d been round to Eddie’s trailer before a few times but Wayne had never been home before, having left for work before you arrived.

“You good princess?” Eddie asks, throwing the van into park and turning to you, sensing your slight nervousness. You smile and nod, trying to hide your slight nervous tension and unbuckle yourself, stepping out of the van to stand facing the trailer, seeing the lamp light pouring out of the windows in the evening darkness.

“All good,” you nod, following him up the steps to the trailer as he busts open the door and gestures for you to step into his home with a flamboyant gesture of his arms and a slight bow, making him look like the strangest, and hottest, doorman you’d ever seen.

“Uncle Wayne,” Eddie says, grabbing his uncle’s attention as he prepares to introduce you both, his voice not hiding his anxiety. The older man stands and moves to you with a slight but pleasant smile on his face. Feeling your confidence coming back, you step forward slightly and extend your hand to him.

“Hi Mr Munson, I’m y/n, I work in retail 3 days a week whilst I’m at school and I’m a D cup,” you say with a deadpan expression.

Wayne instantly bursts with laughter, his face lighting up and shoulders shaking with his laughter, the slight tension in the room instantly falling away. You don’t look at Eddie but you can tell that his shocked expression was suddenly eased as he watches you and Wayne shake hands, seeing his uncle’s expression becoming infinitely more pleasant.

Wayne offers you a seat on the sofa and calls out to Eddie to get a few drinks in as he takes a seat in his armchair, reaching for the television remote to turn off the western that was still playing on the screen.

Eddie goes to the kitchen to grab drinks for everyone and watches on from over the counter to see his girlfriend and uncle getting along like a house on fire. Even he is surprised to see Wayne be so open and warm towards his girl, watching as they chuckle and he’s certain he can hear Wayne giggle once, a noise he’d never heard fall from the man’s lips.

Seeing you so at home in his trailer, getting along so well with his father figure has him feeling a certain way, a warmth spreading in his gut. He was in love.

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sucrows · 1 year

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This ask game might not be about breeding kink but if i try hard enough with my request i can make it so 😤🖐️(/j)

Nazuna, Madara, and Rei for C, I, and R?

(please and thank you! ❤️❤️)

It (breeding kink) haunts me. damn siren call...

(NSFW UNDER CUT)

[C] CUM:

God, he loves coming inside. Inside him or inside you, he wants it. For him, there’s something about feeling so warm and wet inside, and knowing it’s not from his doing but rather his partners... he loves feeling claimed. When he does it to someone else though, he tends to feel a bit sentimental. You trust him enough to allow this? Unprotected sex always has a level of risk, even if small but you still want him to? He also loves it when others cum on him. Over his face, his back, his stomach, anywhere. Once again, feeling sinfully claimed in such a way makes him so excited.

[I] INTIMACY:

He definitely defaults to a more casual, sweet vibe to sex. He can absolutely get very passionate or soft, but overall he aims for smooth, pleasurable sailing. He has a tendency for praise so there's always a level of sweetness to it. That is unless he’s getting railed. Then all bets are off and he’s willing to be a begging mess.

[R] RISK:

He has some hard limits. While he can be convinced to at least try a lot of kinks and BDSM related action, things more along the lines of RACK rather than SSC are too much for him. He doesn’t want to hurt his partner in any way. In terms of unprotected sex, he’s very willing to finish inside his partner, but less willing to let his partner cum into him if he can get pregnant. He wants children one day so it’s not the end of the world to him if you have them early, he just doesn’t want it to interrupt his studies or idol work just yet. For things more along the lines of public sex, he’ll outright refuse to do so if there’s any chance of getting caught. While he does love the idea and is more than willing to roleplay it, he can’t risk Ra*bits reputation like that.

[C] CUM:

Also a big fan of coming inside. For him it’s pure breeding kink, just instinct that makes him crave his partner so desperately he can’t help it. He almost feels like he’s wasting resources when coming outside. Oral sex is pretty much the same for him too. Cumplay and spitting are just not it for him. He wants to see his partner open their pretty mouth to show off his cum, then swallow it. He’s also perfectly into returning the favor without question.

[I] INTIMACY:

He tries to keep it light and almost playful, but sometimes a ferocity overtakes him that he can’t resist. His go to is to tease and praise you, coaxing you into fun. As sex goes on though, he’s more than prone to just giving in and wrecking you, likely singing praises the whole time. He rather likes it when his partner feels perfectly relaxed in his arms.

[R] RISK:

Ok, as nice as he is, he is very horny and very willing to give almost anything a shot. He’s a bit intimidated by things such as intense impact play and choking and extremely hesitant about any type of weapon play, but otherwise he’s willing to give almost everything a shot no problem. Public sex isn’t his go to but if the opportunity arrives, he gets way too excited for it lmao. With unprotected sex it’s extremely iffy. With a long-term partner? Maybe, but only maybe. Unless you’re fully committed to each other he doesn’t want to risk it, it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to be a potentially good parent, but rather, he doesn’t trust himself.

[C] CUM:

Honestly? He’s not too against sex where he doesn’t orgasm. He’s much more interested in watching his partner fall apart than pursuing his own pleasure. He doesn’t have a preference for inside or outside, though when his partner comes inside him, he loves being plugged up. There’s something about feeling so full of them and feeling used by them that he adores. He is also into plugging his partner, but that’s just more because he wants the moment to rest after finishing and because it gives him an excuse to hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

[I] INTIMACY:

He’s typically pretty sensual! Sometimes it’s more romantic, sometimes it’s sultrier. He puts his partner above him and wants them in the mood above all else. He likes to do everything he can to rile them up and if he has to pull out the stops he absolutely will. His usual is mostly teasing you while occasionally being a brat himself to tempt you.

[R] RISK:

Very experimental! He’s often on the lookout for things to spice up your sex lives in terms of toys and people but he’s also very willing to give most new kinks a shot. The only thing he’s actually fully not into in my eyes is being a sadist. While he loves seeing his partner fall apart, something about inflicting pain- even if they’re begging for it- makes him cringe. He can tolerate some light painplay on his partner, but he will shy away from anything beyond some regular rough sex in terms of potential pain. Also, as much as I want to say he would, realistically it's a big no on fully unprotected sex. He's very concerned with his family's condition being passed down so the prospect of his own children is one that requires a lot of discussion beforehand. Maybe one day, when you are both ready... but not yet.

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gnomeniche · 2 years

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i'm thinking so hard about the dhmis trio's characterizations and how interesting i find all of them. let's start by framing this discussion with a quote from this interview

i want to talk about them in terms of their surface levels and their hidden depths. you can see the roles that they're supposed to play on the in-universe "show world", but then you dig deeper and you find something more real.

...

yellow? plays the role of the innocently stupid one who's always the butt of the joke and can't see that his friends are jerks.

but we find out that he's the one with the most awareness of their situation and that his knowledge was literally taken from him. and he knows full well that his friends are jerks! throughout the show that is made clear. and even after he's functioning at full power and he admits that he thinks his friends are trying to control him, he still loves them enough to bring the book back to them so that they can all escape. he's shown to be genuinely kind, not just unwittingly innocent. and even when he's at low power he displays some memory of their situation, but he just can't express it.

red? plays the role of the chill and laid-back one who's always handy with a sarcastic comment and doesn't care very much.

but we find that he cares quite a bit about many things. he seems to have a rather sensitive heart, is prone to existential dread, and is distressed by the nonsense of their world. he wants so strongly; he wants something better, something more gentle and more sincere and more real than all this. he wants to feel comfortable somewhere but can't quite find that in either this life or any other. he's curious and imaginative but repressing it due to arbitrary standards, whether it's by the show world's rules or social rules (original 6's "real world" and new 3's illusion of a family).

duck? plays the role of the the high-strung, fussy one with an overinflated ego, dramatic emotions, and a sharp tongue.

but we see that, even if he can be cruel, he finds comfort in being with his friends and loves their daily life together. he sees them as a family! he can't just be by himself, and he genuinely doesn't want them to be separated. and pedantic as he is, he seems blind to the inconsistent nature of their reality. it's only when the status quo of their daily life is disrupted that he really freaks out, like when yellow goes off-script in 6 or when red disappears in the original series' 5. but this also makes him grounded in who he is; he just does not assimilate into new roles as well as the other two, and as dramatic as he is, he's often the most stable.

...

and it's their inner traits that lead to their downfalls, when they do occur. yellow's love leads him to go back downstairs and lose his memory over and over and over again. red's curiosity for more strands him outside of his world with no way back in besides intervention from a higher level, in both the original and new series. duck's stability makes him unable to deal with some lessons and thus liable to be violently removed or changed (perhaps this is why he seems to be so often replaced?), in both the original and new series.

and they all have their deeper personalities masked by the roles they must play in this tv-show-world. yellow's is most easy to see, because he is literally forced to lose all memory and return to his role as lovable idiot, but the abrupt shift in demeanor that red and duck experienced in 6 when a ray of stage light came back into the dark is also notable, as was red's sudden reset from desperate in 5 to apathetic in 6, right after the group came too close to knowing what was going on.

and on a level wider than the individual characters... you can see it with the undercutting of any almost-sincere moments by gags. you can see it in how full of holes their memories are. there are moments where their selves beneath the roles shine through anyway, but the status quo is always god. nobody can grow or change or be anything other than what they are supposed to be. and that's the tragedy of it

#dhmis #dhmis red guy #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis duck #dhmis theory #not really this is more of a character analysis. but #it's 'dhmis is a tragedy' hours with am #am.txt #dhmis analysis

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Talking about a ship for me is complicated because the feeling that I might be missing something or extrapolating too much. But still, I want to talk about Kafka/Blade.

Since HSR is a gacha, the chances of playable characters having romantic relationships are very low, so the fans have to pick the crumbs. Sometimes it’s pretty much obvious the devs want certain characters together, but the hand of the gacha business model holds them back. Other times, not really, maybe the devs are really aiming for platonic or other. And, of course, fans are free to interpret their own. So, I’m here to give my interpretation of KafBlade, why it called my attention.

From their interactions, they are working together and they have a level of affection: Kafka calls him Bladie (and he’s upset if others call him by that), Blade loves hearing her singing and is receptive to her whispers; they also seem to have good synergy in the battlefield. It also works in accomplishing missions, with Kafka’s lack of fear making her prone to injuries and Blade acting as her immortal bodyguard. Plus, there’s the implication they had to fake being a couple for a mission, which I hope it never gets a full flashback because imagining how it went is funnier. How they complement each other is what makes them so interesting.

They are both fundamentally broken people. We know Blade’s story, but it’s pretty implied Kafka has some tragedy in the closet (with Blade commenting he doesn’t want to see her sad; would it really be surprising?). And, they are villains after all.

But still, what I see in them is how they can still experience with each other things that they couldn’t imagine to experience or that they thought that they’d never experience. For example, Kafka is a liar. It’s a strength in her job, to the point even when she’s telling the truth it still feels she’s lying. She uses her whispers to dominate men and then discard them when they’ve done their jobs. She goes full “nothing personnel, kid”, because for her everything is just a job.

And then, one day, appears a guy who’s like “can you do that again?” A guy who wants to be whispered, whose lies sooth and motivate him. And then she learns he’s an immortal that wants to die and then she decides that she’ll help, but that she will strive to make his life more fun until that day because he amuses you. She has no feelings for him, because she has no feelings at all (or are very different from what normal people think to be); either she wasn’t born with them or the organization she learned her skills remove them, but still she just wants to make him feel good about his journey to death.

Blade is similar: he wants revenge. He crafted his entire life and used all his bladesmith skills to pursue that goal; it’s easy to imagine him forgoing everything, his feelings, his self-care, eating whatever slop he puts on his face, a very miserable life. And then one day a woman appears saying “join me” and she’s actually…fun to be around. Sure, they are using each other to their respective objectives, but there’s something more to it. He starts to pick her habits and helps her whenever she needs carry her stuff. And then he starts to wonder that, yes, his life sucks, but it sucks a bit less with her around. The blade he crafted for revenge can be used to protect, unexpectedly.

It should be noted that the devs already had opportunities to portray their relationship as toxic and abusive, but they haven’t. I’m not sure I’d call healthy either, but there seems to be a mutual respect and trust about them. I mean, they are dangerous (along with the rest of the Stellaron Hunters, Silverwolf, Sam and Elio himself (it’d be really funny if he was the cat)), but still it’s not hard to imagine them as a found family. We have to wait for future updates to see how they’ll be developed, but their Team Rocket dynamic with the heroes is fun.

One last thing is how I think it’s funny that KafBlade is “what if Gojo and Marin (from My Dress Up Darling) were evil?”. Kafka is the extroverted girl that loves shopping and fashion, while Blade is the recluse artist, but that grew bitter - as Yingxing, he was one the best bladesmiths of the Xianzou, he knows what beauty is (also please read the fanfic “dal segno al fine”, it really captures this side of his) – and would be reluctant even if Kafka’s feelings were like Marin’s; Kafka would have to have a lot of patience, but I think she’s not one to give up once she set up a goal.

I didn’t really review their text and quotes, I’m remembering all of it in the game and some comments in the internet. Even so, I wonder if others share these thoughts on them, especially the fact they bring out things that were previously kinda buried in each other, so it has potential for a more mature love story.

#honkai star rail #kafblade #blafka #kafka x blade #blade x kafka #again this is how i extrapolate #but still i never understood the term comfort ship until now #of course it also has potential for their interaction even as platonic #or platonic in the lack of a better term #stellaron hunters

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animeyanderelover · 1 year

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Um hi its me again and i wanted to send in another request, and im sorry for bothering this is my first time sending request so i don't know if im doing this right, but i wish for another haikyuu hc with the same characters from my last request except suna is replaced by tendou: yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama,sugawara, kenma, akaashi, oikawa, kita, tendou, goshiki with a s/o gets in a fight? Basically the s/o finds out that this girl is trying to get with/flirt with their boyfriends and how the boys react to this is up to you but the s/o gets very mad, like going crazy mad. So they go up to the girl and started fighting. And not just some slapping or pulling hair, no i mean full on punches, kickes in stomach, black eyes and broken noses. Like this is a BLOODY fight and a big one at that. So how would react to seeing this fight? Would they try and stop it or cheer on? Would they be upset or would they feel honored that you fight for them?

Thank you and sorry for bothering you i and i just wanted to say that i love your blog it makes my day everytime time i read from here.

You don't bother at all.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, violence

This is a bloody fight

Kōshi Sugawara

🤍Suga is one of the more pleasant ones to react to this, although he’s not happy. He’s just telling the girl politely at first that he already has someone else and asks her to leave him alone. If she’s going to be persistent, he might get slightly colder with his words and behavior, his face trying to carry the amicable smile before that last mask finally drops and he stares at her with a cold look in his eyes. He’s just about to drop it to her in a way not fitting for his usual sunshine facade but then his s/o suddenly storms into the scene, grabs the girl by the hair and yanks her back. This startles Suga, he didn’t expect this sudden outburst of violence and he will do his best to instantly stop his s/o from doing anything that could lead to troubles.

🤍He’s pulling them back, tells them in a raised tone to stop this, that the girl has surely learned her lesson now and that he could have handled this by himself too. He leaves with his s/o soon after, keeps a close eye on them just in case so that they don’t accidentally try to attack again. He scolds them thoroughly once they’re home again, expresses his disappointment with them with an upset look on his face, eyebrows furrowed. He’s not one for physical violence as he relies more on subtle manipulation and that for a reason. You could get into serious troubles for assaulting someone. He’s disappointed with you for days after, monitors you closely. He starts lecturing you a lot more too about how to behave and what not to do, treats you like a naive and impulsive child.

Tobio Kageyama

🌧️At first Kageyama just goes rigid when a girl suddenly starts flirting with him, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. After a while there is disgust bubbling up inside his chest though as he realizes that she wants something from him despite knowing that he has a partner. That’s when he gives her a harsh glare and tells her with a clearly agitated voice that he doesn’t want anything to do with her. When he suddenly sees in the corner of his eye his darling approaching, he feels scared. He fears they might accuse him of something which undoubtedly fuels his paranoia but before he can even explain himself, they grab the woman by the hair and deliver a punch right into their stomach.

🌧️Generally talking, Kageyama is a Yandere more prone to throw hands if the situation calls for it, tends to manhandle people who agitate him. Yet he’s never seen nor expected this from his darling and for a short moment he genuinely doesn’t know what to do, in shock as he watches the girl being beaten up. When he snaps out of it, he grabs your hand and pulls you back, flinches a bit when you give him a pissed off glare before your facial expression eases up. Tobio doesn’t know what else to say besides that you two should go now, warning the girl before leaving with you that she should keep quiet about it. He’s sort of in a daze for the next few hours as he still tries to process what he just saw since this is a side of you he didn’t know before.

Shōyō Hinata

☀️Hinata is completely overwhelmed when a girl actually starts flirting with him. That is once he actually realizes that she’s being serious with him. He’s not dumb, just really dense and initially he’s a bit flattered by the comments. The moment the girl actually stays and is proving herself to be extremely persistent is the moment where Hinata grows uncomfortable. He keeps on telling her to please leave him alone and that he has a lover but she doesn’t listen and that’s when he doesn’t know what to do. He’s trying to escape at this point and when he sees you, he quickly dashed past the girl to you.

☀️You on the other hand storm past him and confuse the orange-haired boy at first before he sees you kicking the girl harshly, bringing her down into her knees where you continue your attacks. Hinata is the type to idealize his darling a lot so he’s shocked to see them being so violent, even a bit frightened at first. He’s just standing there for a while and at one point averts his eyes a bit since he isn’t the biggest fan of violence. He’s completely overwhelmed once again and for that he doesn’t do anything until you deem it enough, threaten the girl to better never get near your boyfriend again before you turn around to Shōyō, smiling sweetly. He looks at you with different eyes afterwards, after he’s come to terms with what he saw. It isn’t bad though as he starts seeing you as a really strong person someone shouldn’t mess with.

Tadashi Yamaguchi

💕Yamaguchi is a loyal soul and the moment he notices what the girl is trying to do, he tries to avoid her, clearly uncomfortable with her actions. He’s incredibly awkward, body pose stiff as he tries to somehow escape her persistent attempts to flirt with him. Yamaguchi is trying to be polite though as he tells her over and over again that he’s already taken and happy, doesn’t know what else to do. He’s also terrified that you might walk in, is constantly looking around and when he sees you storming to him, his heart drops a bit. Oh god, are you assuming something? No, instead you nearly throw the girl away from him, getting even more triggered when you see just how nervous she’s made Tadashi.

💕The boy in question has a small story of somewhat joining Tsukishima’s rude comments but besides that he’s never been a fan of violence or bullying, mainly because he was bullied in his past too. So he’s terrified when he sees this new side of his darling, somewhat frightened to initially step in before he gains the courage to do so. He pleads you to stop since you’ve probably gone too far now, worried that the girl might go to the police although she certainly looks too frightened of you as she runs away. He’s somewhat uncertain for the rest of the day. His love is still there of course but it’s the first time he saw you acting so severely. Tadashi will at one point talk with you about it since it makes him a bit uncomfortable and also very concerned since you might be arrested for your actions.

Tōru Oikawa

👑For Tōru this is a daily thing, getting being flirted with. Forming an obsession and getting together with his obsession has changed things for him though. Whilst he’s initially still polite, there’s a hidden glint of annoyance and even disgust in his eyes, not to mention that his smile isn’t sincere. Daring to continue though and implying that this girl thinks she’s better than his darling though sets him off slightly, his eyes narrowing and causing him to indirectly start humiliating the girl whilst simultaneously gushing about what he loves so much about his love. He’s already putting her down and his darling takes this to the physical level.

👑Obviously Oikawa is initially frightened a bit but when he realizes that you’re doing it because someone was trying to take him away from you, there’s a twisted feeling of happiness and satisfaction inside of him. He’d go very far if someone would try to take you away from him and there’s elation knowing that you’d do the same. He lets his darling go on for a while, a grin on his face that has the girl’s stomach churning as she sees the unparalleled sickening obsession inside his brown orbs. He eventually suggests to you that you should stop and that he’s sure that the girl has learned her lesson, tells her with a voice laced with poison that she would better keep quiet about it. He’d be the type of Yandere who would appreciate a darling showing similar tendencies as he does so he really won’t scold you unless you’re not careful enough and might get in troubles for your actions. He’ll help you though, he’s your partner in crime.

Keiji Akaashi

🍁Akaashi deals with things more calmly than some other guys and if someone gives him a compliment, he normally just quietly accepts it. He always clarifies though that he is taken and usually people respect that instantly. Meeting this one girl though who still bothers him despite knowing that he’s taken isn’t something he witnesses every day. Akaashi can’t help but think that the girl is quite a bit disrespectful though by not accepting his boundaries nor accepting it that he is already in a happy relationship and doesn’t want to do anything with her. He’s not carefully choosing his words though, he’s blunt and tells her what she thinks, sadly without much of a result which slowly tests even his patience.

🍁Your entrance certainly changes things though as you kick the girl harshly to the ground, a dangerous look on your face as you’re about to launch at her again. Only for Akaashi to react instantly and stop you. He can read from the look on your face that you plan to hurt her but deems it as unnecessary and also dangerous since someone might hear you. Causing a scene would be quite troublesome and it’s better to stop you now before you seriously hurt the girl instead of when she had proof that you attacked and hurt her. Luckily he knows what to say to calm you down enough so that you go with him and he consults you later on about your actions. He’s going to scold you, warn you to not let your temper get the better of you in such a way since it will end in problems for you.

Kenma Kozume

🐱Kenma is introverted as it is, you two specifically chose a place where not too many people would be to enjoy a date together yet luck doesn’t seem to be on his side today. He knows what the girl’s intentions are instantly when she starts flirting with him and calling him endearing names which only make him want to disappear. He makes himself small, doesn’t look at her or pay attention to her as he hopes that she’ll leave if he ignores her. Sadly that only seems to fuel her more and by now he’s panicking quite a bit, doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do in such a situation. His darling comes to rescue him though, more or less at least.

🐱The first wave of relief is quickly replaced by shock and a good scare when you start punching and hitting the girl though for daring to flirt with your boyfriend and making him so uncomfortable in the process. Meanwhile Kenma is looking around him in panic, afraid someone might see you and cause a scene. So he stops you, a churning feeling in his stomach whilst asking you if you two can just leave since he has lost all interest and excitement for the date planned today. He mumbles something to the girl before he leaves, most likely a threat to not report his darling. He’s hesitating a bit to bring this up for a lack of even knowing how, eventually you two will have to talk about it. He’s rational enough to know that you could be brought to jail for such behavior and therefore he asks you if you could try to control that side of yours since it stresses him to think that you might beat someone again. He’ll just stay more inside so that you won’t have to hurt anyone.

Satori Tendou

❤️Satori is definitely not used to being flirted with, he’s far more used to be called a weirdo or creepy or all sorts of rude stuff behind his back. He’s used to it by now though, he only cares about what his darling thinks about him. Due to the lack of genuine praise, he’s completely overwhelmed when he’s one day being flirted with. He doesn’t even believe that the girl means him until she speaks to him directly. What is at first awkwardness and telling her that he’s happily together with someone already turns into sudden anger when she still continues, suggests that he can cheat even which triggers him. The girl certainly gets startled when she notices that Tendou’s previously hunched form is now towering over her with a creepy glimmer in his eyes.

❤️If that isn’t already scary enough, your reaction certainly is and the first kick you deliver causes Tendou to flinch as he wasn’t expecting this. He’s watching you for a few seconds with a mix of shock and, to his own slight shame, giddiness since you’re fighting for him in a way, defending what you see as yours. He snaps out of it though and stops you before you can cause too much damage, leans down to the girl and whispers to her that she shouldn’t tell anyone about this for her own well-being. He’s clingier after as the experience of being flirted with in such a way is alienating for him. He’ll probably reprimand you mildly to be more careful but can’t go harsher since he secretly liked it a bit too.

Tsutomu Goshiki

🌟Goshiki enjoys compliments. He enjoys them the most from his darling though and is constantly trying to impress them and being praised. When someone compliments him besides his darling, he feels proud of himself too and initially the flirting feeds into his ego as Goshiki isn’t aware of the true intention yet. He just thinks that he wants to tell you that he was just complimented as soon as you come back, gets surprised when the girl stays though and continues. The confusion soon turns into shock and a bit panic as he finally understands what she wants and quickly tells her off in an urgent tone that he already has a partner and wants her to leave. He won’t risk you getting any wrong ideas.

🌟To the poor luck for the girl you return in that moment and even Tsutomu sees the dark look on your face, he starts spitting apologies before he’s silenced by your sudden violent attack on the girl. His brain doesn’t even fully register the visual information he realizes since he’s in a state of shock before it finally clicks in his mind. Anxiety is heating up his body as he starts getting paranoid that someone might watch, pulls you back without trying to get hurt himself and asks you in a pleasing tone if you can stop and leave with him. At first hesitant, he feels later on a tiny bit flattered when he thinks it through and realizes that you’ve started fighting so aggressively for him. It doesn’t stop him from developing a frightened reverence for you.

Kita Shinsuke

☁️Shinsuke is also more polite, even in the face of being confronted with such a persistent girl who thinks that she can flirt with him even if she knows that he’s already in a relationship. Kita knows immediately where this will be going when she approaches him, he can read the look on her face all too well. He might be mildly taken aback when she brushes off his statement that he already has a partner and loves them very much but he will stay collected. She certainly isn’t earning any of his respect though since it’s in his eyes rather rude and insensitive what she’s trying to do now. He’s not aggressive, just really cold and honest with his opinion about her and that is what stuns the girl so much, he makes it obvious that he’s not interested nor really impressed in such a honest and polite way that it’s almost humiliating again.

☁️Kita is also bound to react very fast when your fist connects the first time with the girl’s cheek and knocks her off her feet. He doesn’t appreciate violence and avoids it as much as he can and is already admonishing his darling for their action but packages his words well enough to not agitate them more. He’ll try to bring you to apologize to the girl since this level of aggression was a bit too much and leaves with you shortly after. He’s going to sit down with you and force you through a longer discussion where he counts down all the possible troubles this could have caused you, tells you that he wants you to control your temper better or that otherwise he might not be able to take you so carefree outside.

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itsjaywalkers · 11 days

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PLS PLS PLS SOME OBY REG NSFW HC !!! i got confused of the regulus for a sec sorry 😿 but i meant some oby reg nsfw hc !!!!!

SEE THIS IS THE OTHER ONE I GOT but it's okay bc i'm super nice and i loveeee talking about that sad miserable lil guy <3 sorry it took me so long to get back to u.. i've been meaning to respond for ages but . well . life's been busy . and also i kept forgetting lmao. anyways here we go

he Loves sex. he gets horny very easily and he's always been sensitive, but it took him a while to be able to enjoy and explore his sexuality bc of his parents + him being trans

now however he's very happy and comfy with his own body and his gender and his sexuality (ofc he still gets dysphoric, unfortunately he always will BUT it doesn't happen often)

he genuinely likes hookup culture. as if it wasn't obvious lmao. it gives him freedom to fool around without it getting messy and he's quite shameless atp

it did take a bit for him to get confident enough to sleep around with random guys semi-regularly tho

he prefers using his front hole!! but he also enjoys anal

praise AND degradation kink

gets very subby in bed, especially when he gets fucked hard, but he still enjoys having some control and being a brat

a switch!! he's more into bottoming but absolutely loves topping too

daddy kink. obviously. he didn't know he was into it until james bc he's never been very into the whole sir thing so he never even considered the daddy kink

he's SO loud. moans and whines and whimpers and even sobs, which clashes a lil with his exhibitionism kink for . obvious reasons lmao

which reminds me . exhibitionism kink!! loves the risk of being discovered. and honestly i think he'd also be into actually being discovered..

tends to use condoms even tho he doesn't like them bc a lot of the guys he sleeps with are a bit sketchy and he isn't an idiot

james is clearly the exception.. he adores the feeling of being filled, and since he can't have a cock in him all the time, being full of cum is at least close enough

likes it rough and fast, always wanting to feel sore afterwards and barely able to stand

very into hickeys and bruises and marks, more receiving them than giving them

usually prefers penetration over oral sex, but being with james almost makes him change his mind.. Almost

ready to have sex whenever and wherever, if he gets in the mood he won't stop until he gets what he wants and tends to play dirty bc of it, regardless of if there's an audience

obsessed with overstimulation AND spanking

kinda interested in bdsm but he's never actually experienced any of it properly

comfy with ppl using afab terms for his genitals (he uses them himself) but also likes it a lot when ppl use more neutral or masc terms. he really doesn't have that much of a preference

very very VERY into choking

isn't prone to squirting but . his body is capable of it

isn't that fond of pet names in bed, he's kinda indifferent, but goes insane whenever james calls him love or baby

will do it anywhere BUT a bed

loves dirty talking

into somnophilia!! not without having a convo about it first ofc

and i'm gonna stop there!!

#asks #anons #fic series: only by you

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mikrotyalm13 · 5 months

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finally translated information about my oc gavriil aghhrhhra most of which was done with help of an yandex translate so yeah.

"So desperate for a presence like mine, yet unable to handle it in real life."

Gavriil / The Reverend.

height: 8'2 ft (without the horns).

calls himself a "guardian angel", but he is, in fact, anything but an angel, and does not serve any gods. he himself is something of a small deity.

does NOT like any form of physical pain and violence in bed, only light spanking and biting. given his height (and ego-), his size is only appropriate. when erect is about 36 cm or 14 inches. but he can, of course, change it as he pleases. absolutely adores the scared looks from much smaller in comparison humans. even if human is not fully prepared for such an intrusion, they will not experience much pain. of course it doesn't goes all the way down to the hilt... but they will feel everything else: the stretch, the fullness. oh, they'll feel it alright.

— stalks people for sport and then seduces them. at first he appears in a person's nightmares, giving them a lil bit of time to get "used" to his presence, watching them constantly until he gets bored. and after some mind games makes himself known in reality. preferably when they're alone, in their bed, in the middle of the night; — tends to sound... manipulative and pushy, and is completely unbothered by human's struggling or fear. says things like "i'm just a friend (другъ). i would never hurt my friend :)", "just let me make you feel good", "you deserve all of this love, every attention, every pleasure - don't you?", "i know you. i know how lonely you are. i know everything that's wrong with you. but you know what? i don't hate you for that", "only i can make you feel good", "i'm only giving you what you desire", "just relax and accept it. it'll be all over soon", "let it happen". not prone to degrading humans, but it doesn't stop him from being cruel and taunting. "ah, you're already too far gone, aren't you?", "such a small, helpless little thing you are right now. a little wiggling worm", "you're mine, little dove. you never had a choice", "shame looks so good on you"; — when calm his body gives off coolness, can be almost impalpable, horny = rock hard, hot like a furnace and incredibly heavy, but can control it, so he won't break anything or squish anyone on accident; — smells like a mixture of funeral pyre, wet wood and forest air. yes, all at once; — during sex, the only noise that you will hear coming from him besides dirty talk, teasing and praising, is the most heaviest breathing. which sounds like it's coming from inside your head. which makes it a little... difficult to fully understand what's happening in the moment. he may not look like it, but always makes sure that you both are alone in the room (even if there's someone in the house), and that no one will catch you; — very graceful despite his sizes, but his presence is very heavy, even if doesn't show himself at first. body so pliant and nice to the touch and all. he's like... meaty?? not skinny at all, very soft and defined muscles. probably has the nicest ass tiddies and thighs (the true holy trinity ig); — knows perfectly well the limits of each human with whom he comes into contact (therefore, he likes to push those limits and boundaries. just a little. just a tiny bit :3); — can see through people's flesh down to their internal organs and past them. unknowingly used this power a couple of times during sex. surprisingly, felt guilty afterwards.

<з: when all attention is on him (will look at you with all of his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours, or hold your face in a way where you can't turn or look away); shameless licking (dragging his long, think tongue from your knee up to your chest, leaving you cold and breathless. absolutely knows what he's doing with his tongue); whispering unintelligible things in your ear/from the dark corners of your room when you're least expecting it (especially lewd things in a language you can understand); when in the heat of the moment humans desperately grab onto his horns/shoulders; cockwarming; breeding (humans can't get pregnant from him); overstimulation; corruption kink; fear play.

#microtya's kids

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samstree · 10 months

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there is a place where I don’t feel alone

In which Jaskier is Geralt's human-shaped furnace. (General, 4k ☆ also on AO3)

Fire and ice, Jaskier muses. It’s too cliché for his poetry, but there are no better analogies when they press against each other under the covers, a cold witcher warmed by a human bard.

Jaskier is content being Geralt’s human-shaped furnace. He learned a long time ago that witchers’ fast metabolism means they are prone to running cold. He also learned, at the same time, of Geralt’s tendency of ignoring his body’s demands. He’s happy that, after all the years of being together, his witcher is comfortable asking for help, though never with words. It’s in the way Geralt brushes their hands together when his fingers are numb, or subtly reaches out for a cuddle when the night chill settles in.

The potions make it worse. When a hunt ends and the black veins recede from Geralt’s eyes, the adrenaline drop often leaves him shivering. Warmth helps, so Jaskier prepares a bath and hot tea if they are lucky enough to stay at an inn. If all they have is a camp under the sky, he can only hold Geralt close and rub his arms and back, hoping his body provides enough heat for his witcher.

Geralt gets clingy when it happens, though he’d never admit it. Hiding in the crook of Jaskier’s neck, all he can do is cling. The world overwhelms his senses, the coldness harsh on his skin, and he never lets go first.

Jaskier cannot deny him in times like these, doesn’t want to deny him. He takes Geralt in his arms every time, blowing warm air on his cold hands, murmuring soft, reassuring words. He stays as long as needed, and then he stays even longer.

He needs to make the world less harsh for his witcher, even just a little bit.

And Jaskier’s tendency to run hot is neither here nor there. It’s only a slight inconvenience, one that can be overcome easily. He doesn’t mind waking up at night from being too warm, only to find Geralt has added a blanket to their bed. It only requires some adjusting, keeping the extra blanket on Geralt’s side.

He also doesn’t mind Geralt’s cuddling habits. During the mild seasons, he will even tell Geralt to sleep on the other side of the bed, but the distance between them always closes a few hours later. Jaskier is more endeared than bothered, really, and he can simply extract himself and fall back asleep soon after.

It’s an easy enough system. They are different people, polar opposites, as many might say. It takes a lot of practice to fit their lives together, but a few decades are more than enough time.

It’s easy, to be together, to let fire and ice coexist.

It gets less easy as time catches up to Jaskier.

His hair goes grey, and the laugh lines around his eyes deepen. His body starts fighting him from within. It begins with the rushes of hotness at night. He would wake up at night from nothing, with a dry throat and sweat soaked through his back. The healer says it’s common for his age, and the hot flashes will only get worse before it gets better. It becomes increasingly difficult to sleep in the same bed as another person, especially when that person is prone to sprawling on top of him like an oversized cuddle bear.

Insomnia follows naturally, with his sleep disrupted often. The worry makes it worse. Jaskier thought he was used to sending Geralt away on hunts for days and nights on end, but it’s harder to keep check of the anxiety when his mind is tired and irritated. He’d lie awake on their bed and imagine all the ways a simple hunt could go wrong. Even when he manages to sleep, it’s restless and full of nightmares of blood and vacant golden eyes.

His body is getting old, and with it, his heart.

Still, Geralt comes back to him. He always does. The first light of dawn brings his witcher back with morning dew glistening in silver hair, his hands reaching out for touch. Jaskier ignores the hot lava-like state of his upper body as Geralt rests gently on his chest, grounded by the feeling of skin against skin, by the rhythm of his breathing.

Jaskier’s heart feels too tender in his chest, too weathered for a human bard who’s spent most of his life on the road. He wonders how long he can keep doing this.

But then, a shiver runs down Geralt’s body, and Jaskier forgets all about his self-pity.

The path leads them to a mountain, of all places.

The air feels thinner, adding to the heaviness on Jaskier’s breastbone. They find an inn, where word of a mysterious beast up in the mountain finds Geralt while he drinks. The creature sounds more mythical than real. Geralt hesitates to take the contract at first, but is unable to say no in the end. He’s never been able to, anyway.

Jaskier’s stomach churns with the sense of déjà vu. He throws himself into the performance as Geralt prepares for the hunt. The audience is captivated soon, and before he knows it, he has been encouraged by the crowd into a rendition of Her Sweet Kiss. He’s nearly staggering as the song fades, breath shuddering with worry and past heartache.

Geralt is all packed up and waiting by the door when Jaskier finishes his set. He follows his witcher to the street, and is surprised by the tight hug that envelopes him. Jaskier is flushed hot from performing, his cheeks red and heart racing, but Geralt’s armors are cold in the mountain wind. He returns the hug, lingering longer than usual.

Geralt sees through him, worry mirrored in those golden eyes. Jaskier has felt like an open book around him for years, every shift in his mood caught carefully, but his witcher stays patient. He simply kisses Jaskier on the cheek, looking like he wants to say something. Nothing comes out in the end, and Geralt wordlessly turns away.

And Jaskier waits.

It’s just an ordinary contract, he tells himself, but somewhere in the back of his mind, panic surges out of control. It’s the memory of the last time they were in a place like this, with the wind in his hair and bitterness on his tongue. The fire burns bright in the room, but his heart is away on that mountain with his love.

Geralt returns when the moon is high, eyes still black from the potions and face deathly pale. A deep gash runs down his shoulder, bleeding sluggishly.

“Basilisks,” he murmurs, “two of them. Caught me off guard.”

With that, Geralt’s knees buckle and he collapses right into Jaskier’s arms.

The blood stains both of their clothes with crimson red. Jaskier holds up most of Geralt’s weight and helps him sit down. The process of cleaning, bathing, and bandaging his witcher is a familiar one, his muscle memory working on its own, but Jaskier finds a tremor in his hands. He tries and fails to hold himself steady, and swallows the lump of fear in his throat.

“Hey,” he coaxes Geralt to sit on their bed. “Here, just sit. It’s alright. I’m almost done.”

“Jaskier…” Geralt looks faint, head dropping to Jaskier’s shoulder even before the last bit of the bandage is tied up. A pained groan rumbles out of his chest. “Cold…”

“Shh, don’t worry. Let’s warm you up. I’m here, dearest. I’m right here.”

Jaskier tucks in the bandage neatly before reaching for the blankets on the bed. He lowers Geralt onto the pillow before checking on the fireplace, and adds a few pieces of wood, keeping it burning brighter than is needed for the current weather. With a tired sigh, he finally slips between the sheets, and tucks the blankets around Geralt.

Eyes closed, Geralt’s brow knits together painfully, his muscles trembling. He’s barely awake when Jaskier settles around him, placing Geralt’s hands on the small of his back, where the cold fingers can regain some blood flow. It’s not a comfortable position. With Geralt’s injured shoulder, Jaskier has to lie on his back and support most of the witcher’s weight. He’s trapped like this, the heat gathering under the blanket.

He’s burning, almost, with a whole person sprawled on top of him. Sweat gathers on his skin, clammy and uncomfortable against the shirt.

Geralt drifts off quickly enough, catching some much-needed rest. His breaths come out in gentle puffs against Jaskier’s neck, gradually evening out.

“Stay asleep, love, please,” Jaskier mutters with relief, all the while making the slightest attempt at extracting himself, but immediately, the barest movement makes Geralt jerk in sleep. A whimper escapes his throat, too small and sad for Jaskier’s heart to handle. The arms around his waist tighten almost childishly. Jaskier huffs at the ridiculous sight of the two of them, tangled together like one. “Alright. Hush. I won’t leave, then.”

It must be the bad dreams, caused by the pain and the oversensitivity. Geralt is at his most vulnerable when his mind is muddled, and Jaskier cannot bring himself to deny any comfort he can provide.

“There.” He kisses Geralt’s forehead, accepting his fate. Being wrapped up in a cocoon of heat is a small thing to endure when his witcher is hurt.

He threads his fingers through long silver hair, and counts the moments in the quietness of the night.

Jaskier doesn’t notice falling asleep, but the familiar press of Geralt’s weight lulls him into a fitful rest nonetheless.

Blood stains his dreams, as does the overpowering sense of helplessness. It’s like a roaring flame, threatening to consume, or a ring of fire closing in, squeezing the air out of his lungs. A hot flash comes out of nowhere, radiating from the center of his back, burning every nerve from within.

Distantly, he can hear sounds of distress from his own throat. Sweat soaks through his back, his hair, but there is nowhere to run.

Suddenly, the heat disappears, all restraints gone. Jaskier drifts in and out of sleep, breathing out deeply. He shuffles, pushing away the covers on his upper body, and feels cool air hit his skin. With that, another dream pulls him under easily.

When Jaskier blinks awake after what feels like hours, his head is slow and groggy. His arms are empty and the blankets are nowhere near him. A cool breeze washes over his body like a gentle caress.

He gasps at the absence of Geralt. All sleep is chased out by a surge of panic. Jaskier reaches out for his witcher, ready to call for his name.

“Easy.” A hoarse voice rumbles above him. “I’m right here.”

Jaskier looks up to find Geralt sitting against the headboard, the pillow cushioned behind his back.

“Oh.” Jaskier heaves out a sigh, pressing his forehead against Geralt’s thigh, closing his eyes for a moment.

Another gust of wind washes over his back, loosening his muscles, and Jaskier realizes the source of it. The window next to their bed is wide open, letting in breaths of fresh air. The moon is hanging low. Soon the morning light will shimmer by the horizon. The fireplace is burning to an ember, damped by a mound of ash.

Geralt combs through the hair at Jaskier’s nape, so gently it makes Jaskier’s bones hum. His hand is still colder than Jaskier would like, so he takes it, pressing a small kiss in his palm.

“Are you alright? How do you feel now?” Jaskier blinks, observing his witcher in the low light of the bedside candle. “Feeling cold? Your hands are cold. Why did you open the window? And the fire, do you want me to light it again?”

Geralt is still too pale, the effect of the blood loss, but his spirit seems high. A half-smile warms his golden eyes when he meets Jaskier’s gaze.

“Leave the fire, Jask. That’s silly. You were overheating. Did you not notice?” he says. “You shouldn’t have kept the room so warm.”

Jaskier sits up on the bed so they are shoulder to shoulder. It is nice now, the temperature. He unties his shirt a little bit more to cool off.

“I didn’t want you to be cold.”

“I can cope.”

Jaskier pouts. “I don’t want you to cope.”

“And I don’t want you to have a heatstroke.” A frown knits between Geralt’s eyes. “You were sweating all over. Was it another hot flash?”

Jaskier looks down, absently tugging at the blanket so it covers more of Geralt’s torso.

“I’m fine,” he insists stubbornly. “It’s only one of those nights. It happens, these days. I should be used to it.”

“Hmm.”

The cicadas hum outside the window, signaling the upcoming hot days. Geralt’s eyes place a gentle weight, patient and not demanding.

“It’s just…” Jaskier cuts himself off before starting again, trying to push down the fear in his stomach. “You were in a bad way when you came back. It caught me off guard, is all, and I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Geralt sags a little, catching Jaskier’s hand and threading their fingers together. “I really scared you this time, didn’t I?”

Jaskier doesn’t think he needs to answer. Nothing can be hidden from his face, not from Geralt, who knows every secret in his soul.

“Hey, come here.” Geralt’s voice softens to a whisper with understanding. He squeezes Jaskier’s hand, tugging him close so his head rests on the witcher’s uninjured shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault.”

“It was only a hunt. I’ve had much worse.”

Something within Jaskier shudders. “Yes, I’m well aware of the occupational hazard for witchers. That’s the problem. I don’t know how I dealt with it all this time. The terror of it all…” He huffs, self-deprecatingly. “It must be the age. I’m getting old. Too old for the foolish bravado of youth. I feel like my heart is getting weaker these days. Like it could break more easily, somehow.”

A kiss lands on top of Jaskier’s head.

“You are still brave. Foolishly so,” Geralt says, reverently, proudly.

“Never wanted to be brave. Just useful, so I can take care of you.”

Jaskier turns around, so blue meets gold. Despite the lines at his temple, despite the grey hair, he knows his eyes are still the same. He still looks at Geralt the same way as all those years ago, when he was young and stupidly idealistic. They are full of love for the man in front of him. Always full of love for Geralt.

And Geralt is looking at him the same way.

“You don’t have to be useful. Not if it means you need to push yourself too hard.” A hint of guilt tugs at his lips. “I don’t want to break your heart. Never did.”

“Well, that’s the occupational hazard of a poet,” Jaskier teases, wanting to erase the guilt. It has no place between them. “I don’t blame your trade, love. It is who you are. The path, the monsters, the way you scare the hell out of me every other day. I’ve accepted it. Old age be damned. I promised to follow you until the end of my days, and I tend to keep my promises.”

“Jask, I…”

Geralt closes his mouth, and they fall into silence, though it’s a poignant one.

“It’s alright.” Jaskier wants to steer them away from the heaviness of it all. “You should try to rest more. Meditate, perhaps. That wound is not going to heal fast if you don’t—”

“Fuck it, I need to tell you,” Geralt blurs out. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but now… Jaskier, you deserve to know.”

The interruption makes Jaskier blink. Confused, he sits up straighter. “What is it?”

Geralt’s entire posture changes, and suddenly he looks a lot more serious, which is all the more puzzling. He brings Jaskier’s hand to his chest, pulling him closer. All the tiredness from the hunt is gone, replaced by a nameless excitement.

“Jaskier.”

“Yes, Geralt?”

“Don’t worry. It’s good news. At least, it’s good in my head. I think you’ll like it.” When Geralt smiles, a quiet joy lights up his face. It’s Jaskier’s favorite smile of his. It means Geralt is deeply, unreservedly happy, the kind that makes him frightened, even. Like someone could break in and take this happiness from him any moment, so he tries to not show it. “Do you remember that cottage we passed by last summer? The one we saw on the coast in Cidaris?”

The mention of the coastal trip brings back fond memories, making Jaskier’s heart warm.

“Of course. The one on the cliff, with the pretty windows. The old couple lived there for decades,” he says, still not sure where this is going. “What about it?”

Despite the paleness and the dark circles under his eyes, Geralt’s cheek grow pink with a blush.

“Well,” he simply says, “I Bought it.”

Jaskier’s eyes widen.

“What?”

“Technically, Yen bought it for us.” Geralt tilts his head cheekily. “The couple told me they were selling right before we left, so I wrote to Yen. She went to Cidaris and did it, just like that. It’s ours. It’s going to be our house. We can spend as much time there as we want. Every year, every season, if we wish to. If we get restless, the world is still out there, but we’ll have a home to return to. A place to settle down.”

The sound of the world fades away for a moment, replaced by blood rushing into Jaskier’s ears. He notices his mouth is now hanging open, but nothing is coming out. His heart grows like it's too big for his chest.

A house.

Their house. Their home.

“I—”

Jaskier, to his horror, realizes he has been rendered speechless, all the words of a bard stolen by a witcher. He stares at his witcher, his lovely, perfect, thoughtful witcher, who insists on giving him heart palpitation one after another.

“Jaskier?” Geralt softens, a hint of doubt creeping into his voice. “What do you think? Say something. Please.”

Tears blur his vision, and Jaskier chokes out a sob.

“I—”

His voice shudders with emotions, but the sight of Geralt being so unsure of himself is so unacceptable that Jaskier finds the strength to overcome himself. The sob turns into a wet chuckle.

“It’s good, Geralt. It’s the best news I’ve ever heard. You… you bought that cottage for us?” Jaskier lets the tears fall freely. Happiness tastes like salt on his tongue. “I never thought you’d ever want to stay in one place. I mean, you always said—”

“That witchers don’t retire?” Geralt catches the tears with a thumb, wiping away the streaks on Jaskier’s cheeks gently. “What else did I say?”

“That you don’t need anyone.”

“Hmm. Another lie. What else?”

Jaskier sniffles, hiding his wet cheek in Geralt’s palm. “That you don’t want me.”

Another string of tears streams down Jaskier’s face, and Geralt catches each and every one of them. He dabs them away with the edge of his sleeve, so carefully as if Jaskier could break with the barest touch.

Geralt presses a kiss at the corner of Jaskier’s mouth. It’s only a chaste thing to soothe him, but Jaskier kisses back fervently, desperately. The space between them seems too big. With an arm wrapped around Geralt’s back, still careful to avoid the bandage, he pulls them together. Salt melts between their lips.

They break apart, panting in tandem.

“You are all I ever want,” Geralt whispers, a promise carved upon Jaskier’s heart. “Just you, Jaskier. Forget the lies. I want you. I want… this, for us.”

It takes a while for the storm of emotions to calm down. Jaskier rests his forehead against Geralt’s temple, their bodies rocking together like waves lapping against the shore.

A small cottage by the coast, where the seabirds sing in the sky and the sand is cool between his toes. A place for Geralt to rest, for Jaskier to create, and for both of them to simply be.

The future of their life feels like an old, faded memory. They were always going to end up there from the very beginning. The moment they locked eyes in that small tavern in Posada, they were going to end up there.

Jaskier wipes away the last of the tears, spirit lightened.

“Wait.” He pulls away to look at Geralt, eyes still puffy. “Did you say you asked Yennefer to buy a house for you?”

Geralt winces visibly. “I may owe her a few favors again, but I’m sure she’ll be reasonable.”

“Yennefer.” Jaskier gives a look. “Reasonable?”

“Do you still doubt she has a soft spot for you, especially now that you’ve become less durable? The letters were nice enough. She even offered instructions,” Geralt says. “Told me to bring you back to the coast, make a grand gesture of sort. A nice picnic, she said, before breaking the big surprise.”

“See? Even Yen has more regard for my tender heart. Unlike a certain someone, who will put me through one hell of an emotional turmoil in one night.” Jaskier holds his chest dramatically. “It’s not good for an old man’s health!”

The laugh that Geralt lets out is better than any music Jaskier could ever write. It’s the reason for all those songs in the first place.

“I guess we are heading to the coast next.”

“Are we?”

Jaskier can’t help the grin on his face.

“Mm-hmm. For your health, old man,” Geralt teases. “I hear Cidaris is never too warm in the summer. The ocean carries over cold streams, all the way from the north. The wind is always cool. Sleep will come more easily for you.”

“But how will you cope? Won’t it be cold for you?”

Geralt hums, eyes crinkling. “I have you. I’m sure you’ll fuss enough.”

“You are damn right I will!” Jaskier begins his musing. “I’m going to make our home so cozy! Do you remember those rugs we saw at the winter market last year, the ones you said were too impractical for the road? Finally, I can get those, now that we have somewhere permanent to return to. And we shall build a garden for your herbs, and then a library for me. Plants and arts, let’s not forget! Oh, and those velvet robes you like!”

“I never said I liked them.”

Jaskier pokes Geralt on the cheek, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“You don’t need to. Your face betrays everything. You have this look when you see something you desire but don’t think you deserve—it’s how you used to look at me. I should have known you’d be the first one to suggest settling down. You always were the domestic one. The world just didn’t let you think it could be an option.” he pauses, softening. “Something must have changed your mind.”

The fondness in Geralt’s eyes melts into a golden pool of warmth. “It was someone, actually.”

He leans forward, tucking a strand of hair away from Jaskier’s face, fingers tracing the hair at his temple. A warm blush spreads across Jaskier’s face when he’s observed like this, with his crow’s feet and grey hair on display.

“That someone must be amazing,” Jaskier says, proud of his crow’s feet and grey hair when they are loved like this.

“Hmm. I don’t know. He’s very smug.” Geralt squints. “Less so with age. It wised him up, against all odds.”

They smile into another kiss as the morning sun rises, spilling silvery light into their room.

There are many things to plan in the process of building a new home. They will need to travel to the coast, for one, and then pick out all the furniture. Jaskier will insist on filling their life with soft, warm things for Geralt. Blankets, pillows, teas, and then, freshly collected flowers from their garden. Ciri will need a guest bedroom, for the girl to rest her weary feet when the path gets too much for a witcher-princess. And only the gods know when Yennefer will drop by, with her secret soft spot for domesticity.

There are many things to plan for the future.

But for now, they already have a home right here.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #old jaskier #a lot of cuddling #the new season is coming and the urge to write is back!#blorbos! in situations you go!

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got any Roy headcanons? -kidshowsarecool

―୨ Roy headcanons ! ᯓ★

☆ . . Ofc! I love Roy sm, I have an entire bucket of hcs for him

☆ I always imagined he's more prone to the cold. Due to his water tank, whenever its winter he gets cold SUPER easily and needs to wear gloves and a scarf in the winter so he doesnt freeze his head off. Does he do that, however? Well.. (spoiler alert. he doesnt. He's the one who gets the sick the most in winter from the rct team!)

☆ Can't really handle compliments well. Whenever he gets complimented, you can see his face heat up as he trips over his words thanking the person.

☆ He isn't very fond of spicy food. Helly makes fun of him for this, joking how he became a firefighter just because he doesnt like spicy food.

☆ Back onto food, hes more of the cold side of it (which is very ironic as i just stated he cant handle the cold very well). Loves, LOVES icecream. His favourite is rocky road.

☆ In my GL2 design, he wears glasses! He has troubles seeing from far, so outside of rescues he usually has them on. He's very pretty with them but isn't aware of it..

☆ The cook of the team. Literally has anyones favourites and dislikes noted down. However, he does manage to sneak in a few veggies in for poli and helly. (I imagine poli not being a vegetable liker)

☆ Hates to admit it, but he's very ticklish. One slightest poke in the waist and he's already laughing!

☆ Has the WORST sleeping schedule. He can't sleep at night without worrying about the towns safety rather than himself, so he always secretly goes out on patrol at midnight. Amber and Jin lecture him on this.

☆ I hc him to have autism. From the 'Camps secret plan' episodes camp states that he doesnt really understand jokes. Also he just has some other traits which lead me to hcing this.

☆ Loves to bicker with Jin sometimes, especially about the cleaning. They like to (lovingly) insult each other sometimes but its all very lightly.

☆ He's an emotional person. He can't handle emotional movies, because 90% of the time hes just a sobbing mess if he watches them alone. If with others, he tries to hide it but they can tell pretty easily hes bottling it up.

☆ Speaking of bottling up emotions.. he does it WAY too often. He lies more than he wishes he didnt, but he just cant help it. He hates it when people worry about him.

☆ Before he joined the rct team, he was a bit of a shy person. Even now, whenever he gets interviewed he gets camera shy.

☆ He hopes for one day to mentor benny when hes old enough. Hes so proud of him that words cant even describe it.

☆ Has an interest in board games! Hes a total pro at scrabble, monopoly and chess. None of the others have ever won against him.

☆ Used to be in a previous rescue team, but it fell apart. He doesnt like to talk about it, because he gets emotional about it quick.

☆ Appreciates Poli a ton. When he was in a dark place, Poli had helped him out of it. (This is a reference to my first oneshot)

☆ Owns a knitted scarf Amber made for him. Protects it more than he protects himself. Sometimes he likes to hold it close to his face, it makes his chest feel warm.

☆ With every artcraft Helly made for him, he had stuck it onto the fridge. The fridge had become so full he started sticking them in his room.

☆ Still hangs with Droney sometimes. Even still calls him didi. He likes showing Droney around the town and often likes to go to parks with him while eating an ice cream.

☆ Gets kinda competitive with Keaton. They banter sometimes, but see eachother as good buddies who can carry heavy stuff.

☆ creds for divider :: @cafekitsune

thank you for the ask!!

#robocar poli #robocar #roy #kidshow

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The Sun hashira

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Part V

The next challenge is a little bit different and it involves a big city and a lot of demons.

A couple of crows are sent to the location to declare the winner; the hashira or former hashira (in Michikatsu's case) who gets rid of the majority of the demons in less time wins.

Rengoku Kyojuro is the winner this time. Honestly, Yoriichi is not surprised at all; the flame hashira looked absolutely determined from the very beginning. He returns with a couple of scratches but a huge smile on his face.

"Can I see Tanjirou now?" He asks like it's the best day of his life, like he's been waiting for that moment for a long time even though he met Tanjirou just a couple of weeks ago.

Michikatsu hisses at him in response, but Yoriichi takes a deep breath and nods because he knows it's fair.

The Pillar's eyes start glimmering with excitement; Yoriichi can see why he was meant to use a fire breathing technique because he not only looks like a flame, his eyes are full of that intense warmth. Especially when he says Tanjirou's name out loud.

It's a little bit confusing and scary the intensity of his feelings for Yoriichi's son.

"So you do like Tanjirou."

Kyojuro shakes his head to which Michikatsu growls with irritation.

"Then why are you wasting our ti–"

"I'm in love with him."

Yoriichi wants to argue, he wants to tell that hashira that it's impossible, that he doesn't know him well yet... but he met his father a while ago and saw how much he adored Ruka with every part of himself.

He knows Rengokus are intense about everything, especially love and he knows they're prone to fall in love almost immediately.

So he believes Kyojuro, but that still doesn't mean he approves of him.

***

Tanjirou worries the moment he notices the scratches on Rengoku's face. It's true, it doesn't look like he's severely injured, but Tanjirou worries nonetheless.

"Please sit, Rengoku-san," he says after greeting him. "I'm going to patch you up. I'll be right back."

He doesn't give him any opportunity to protest; he goes for a couple of things to clean the scratches and comes back only to see the flame hashira sitting completely still, like he's eager to let the redhead take care of him.

Tanjirou can't help but chuckle, sometimes Rengoku reminds him of a dog that's very enthusiastic about pleasing humans.

He likes him.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," the hashira blurts out suddenly, like he can't help himself.

"T-Thank you."

Tanjirou feels his face warm at the compliment, although he doesn't think too much of it because Rengoku's cheeks are slightly pink at the moment and it occurs to Tanjirou that he might have a fever.

He stops cleaning a scratch on his cheek and presses his palm against the flame hashira's forehead.

Rengoku closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

"So... did you go on a mission?"

There's a second of hesitation in those fiery eyes of his, but it's so fast Tanjirou is sure he imagined it.

"Yes, something like that."

***

Yoriichi and Michikatsu watch in horror (yes, they know it's a date, but they have to check on them every now and then to make sure Kyojuro is not getting handsy) as Rui makes grabby hands at the flame hashira.

Something happened. Yoriichi was sure Rui was the only one left on their side and now turns out that he approves of one of the hashira.

"Do you have siblings?" Michikatsu asks, not caring about interrupting their date; it's not like Tanjirou has any idea this is supposed to be one anyway.

"A little brother, his name is Senjuro!" Kyojuro responds immediately, with a huge grin on his face.

Of course, he must know how to treat little kids; Rui must have felt the same big brother energy coming from Kyojuro.

"Please bring him here some day, so he can meet Nezuko and Rui!" Tanjirou beams, staring at the flame hashira with sparkles in his big eyes. Yoriichi knows that his son likes Kyojuro a lot already; Tanjirou appreciates when someone treats his siblings with kindness.

"I will, Tanjirou." Kyojuro says, unable to hide the besotted look on his face.

Yoriichi feels like he's losing somehow.

***

Giyuu can focus under any circumstances and that's what makes him strong. Not even Michikatsu can go through a training session of a few days without getting distracted at least once by his surroundings.

Yoriichi thinks he would've won that challenge, but then again he's not the one who has been selected to go against the Pillars.

Sometimes he has the feeling that Ubuyashiki is secretly cheering for all the hashira.

Later that day, Yoriichi finds out that there's one thing that can possibly break the water hashira's focus and that's Tanjirou; maybe they wouldn't have lost if his son was around, but none of them want him to find out about the challenges.

Giyuu's demeanor changes when he's talking to Tanjirou, his eyes shine a little, his shoulders relax and Yoriichi and Michikatsu's eyebrows quirk up the moment they see him smile softly at the redhead.

"This is a nightmare," Michikatsu comments in a whisper. "Seriously, nine suitors?"

"He's had suitors before," Yoriichi reminds him, grimacing at the memory.

"Yeah, but those were easy to scare off; these ones don't seem to be afraid of us and that's a huge problem."

He's unfortunately right.

***

Turns out his sister is very comfortable around Tomioka too and Tanjirou likes him. The water hashira is clearly very shy and has trouble interacting with other people, but Tanjirou doesn't mind at all.

They're sitting in silence, looking up at the starts while Nezuko and Rui play when Tanjirou notices a scar on Tomioka's hand.

Since he doesn't mind physical contact, Tanjirou doesn't hesitate to take the Pillar's hand and bring it closer to his face to examine closely.

"Was this during a mission?"

He realizes that something's different when he doesn't get a response; he turns around only to find Tomioka staring at him with his cheeks bright red.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Tanjirou lets go of his hand. "I didn't mean to–"

"No, no! It's fine! You don't have to stop. I'm just not used to it!" This time is Tomioka the one who initiates physical contact by taking Tanjirou's hand and intertwining their fingers together. "I... I can tell you what happened if you want to hear the story."

"I'd love to."

Tomioka smiles back at him; Tanjirou is glad he's comfortable enough around him to do that.

At some point, he leans closer and rests his head over the hashira's shoulder without actually thinking about it.

***

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