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#asmr live it never ends well
bunny-lily · 7 days
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Satoru, who...
Did you ask for more fluff? I did, ehe~
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader
CW: pure fluff, just fluff, no angst, only happiness | proposal, marriage, pregnancy, husband!Gojo, dad!Gojo, soft!Gojo, categorically fucking whipped Satoru, domesticity, kinda slice-of-life, mildly suggestive at the end
The starstruck boy, Gojo Satoru, who is utterly obsessed with you in every way possible.
AN: while I’m in the middle of writing an absurdly long fic, I wanted to post some shorter stuff to 1) keep my hands loose and brain active/busy, and 2) post something while I’m working on the fic to come. I won’t post much about it rn because I want to actually finish it first and not make any promises, so enjoy a lil fluff in the meantime <3 just something short and sweet
WC: 3k
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Satoru, who is smitten with you from the very moment he first lays eyes on you. Sure, he's had infatuations before, but they were short-lived and typically lasted no longer than a week. A quick fascination, then poof. You, on the other hand – you are different.
And it is plain to see for pretty much everyone. He is normally cocky and outgoing, even during the little fads he’s had, he never let down his façade of bravado. You, though? You melt all his walls down until he’s a goopy puddle of a blushing, giggling school girl.
He is whipped, almost to an annoying point. He rambles off Suguru's and Shoko's ears enough times for them to know when he’s about to start singing your praises and avoid him, or distract him somehow (which is a monumental task when his ditzy head is full only of thoughts of you).
Even so, they are conflictingly bewildered and happy for their friend. For him to have found someone that he is interested in for longer than a week – let alone several months, now – is a riveting change of pace. He seems so genuinely delighted any time you two interact, bubbly, dreamy sighs leaving him as hearts dance in his eyes.
He has fallen for you bad.
Satoru, who’s a stuttering disaster when he tries to ask you out on a date, and damn near collapses in relief when you’re able to decipher what the hell he’s going on about and agree to go to the new café that opened up near campus with him.
One date turns into two, then three, then a dozen more that become routine for you. You meet up after classes let out, then head to the café side by side. Or, if one is running late, you have each other’s orders memorized. You even go the extra mile and order him a sweet he hasn’t tried yet to surprise him with when he bursts into the establishment, panting like he ran a marathon. He might as well have, he booked it for the café as soon as he was free, dying to see you.
Satoru, who is somehow in even more shambles when he gets the nerve to ask you to go steady with him, despite the two of you being borderline boyfriend and girlfriend by now. He’s jittery, sweaty, downright vibrating with tense energy when he brings you to the sakura tree near the back of school that you two had laid claim on. Oh, and when you say yes? He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Nothing can explain how an angel like you decided to grace him with your existence alone, let alone love him – even while you called him an idiot and said you thought you two were already dating.
Satoru, who was already protective over you when you first met, dials it to eleven after you agree to being his girlfriend. Gojo Satoru, the strongest man alive, could inspire fear and respect simply by being in the room with his confident and brash nature, completely relaxed and faithful in his skill. But if, gods forbid, something happens to you? Gone is that cocksure attitude. Gone are the coy smirks and passive-aggressive taunting meant to rile others up. Gone is everything but his one track mind that focuses solely on two tasks: protecting you, and destroying whatever harmed you.
Satoru, who spoons you to his chest and watches ASMR, random videos, or movies on your phone with you 'til you both fall asleep. It became routine shortly after you began officially dating. You'll climb into bed first and decide what you want to watch while he finishes his nightly regimen, then he'll slip under the blankets and pull your back flush against his front, prop his chin atop your head, slide a thigh between your legs, and off to cozy dreamland you two go as whatever you chose acts as white noise. 
It brings him an immense amount of comfort, and though he doesn't need as much sleep as normal folks, he'll refuse to leave bed until you awake (with the exception of any needs he might have to take care of that will only see him away for a couple minutes at most before he’s cradling you in his protective hold again).
Satoru, who salts and peppers your face with endless, ticklish kisses to wake you up, saving the best kiss for when your sleepy, pretty little eyes open: right on your lips. He always wakes up before you do, and spends hours watching your blissful, precious little face as you snooze, content and relaxed like a cat with full trust in its human. The comparison always makes him smile, because he, truthfully, envisions you both as being cats all the time. Lazy ones that cuddle in the sun, your smaller form using his ridiculously fluffy and larger one as a pillow-slash-blanket. His tail twined with yours, your ears twitching as he grooms you with kitten licks, ah, the dream.
Satoru, who wants to slap a ring on your finger the very moment he can. You two spend so many days and weeks raving about your imaginary wedding that he so desperately wants to be real, setting up plans, picking out what you would want for decor, scrolling through forum boards for ideas on a wedding dress for you. He is practically more excited at the prospect of getting married than you are, eager to help in every step of the process and more. 'Let me handle all the hard stuff, baby,' he nearly begs. 
He won’t tell you the cost of anything, and insists you go all out. Get the dress you want, don't you dare look at the price tag. Choose the perfect venue, he doesn't care if it's in Japan or fucking Dubai, he'll handle paying for everyone's travel and hotel needs on top of the whole wedding. Only the absolute best for you, nothing less, everything more.
Satoru, who is a train wreck of nervous excitement, anxious anticipation, and giddy trepidation when the day comes for him to propose. He takes you to the perfect location – up a short and easy hiking trail that leads to a cliffside with the most magnificent view of the ocean and setting sun. You think it's just a sweet date trip, until you see the path of tea candles guiding you to a romantically set up picnic blanket, a basket resting atop it, waiting to be opened.
When you turn around to express your shock and confusion, you find Satoru on one knee, looking up at you as if you are the most gorgeous and divine creature to ever exist. He's confident and boisterous, as always, as he plays out his little speech about how much he adores you and wants to keep you by his side, forever and ever, but he's a shaking trash fire inside. A shivering little dog that's relieved he didn't stutter or screw up the speech he practiced a hundred times over and then some.
Satoru, who's thanking every god to ever possibly reside above (and even below) when you throw your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder as a flood of yeses pours out of you, slurred as you ramble through your tears and tell him you love him, how happy you are, and a plethora of other things that make him genuinely the most elated person to ever live.
Satoru, who slides the brilliant engagement ring he had custom made for you onto your finger, smooth, with an inset blue diamond that shares the same shade as his eyes, nestled in with a dozen tinier crystals in vine-like spirals flowing outward from the center. Swarovski, of course. He made sure that it was all flush with the platinum to ensure it wouldn't snag on anything. 
He was practically breathing down the jeweler's neck during the entire process, needing to guarantee it’s positively perfect for you. And, when he sees the glimmering jewelry, the evidence of your bond and the next step in your journey to unite as one, he knows he made all the right choices.
Satoru, who only uses the finest material for your matching wedding bands, and has the insides of both engraved with each other's names. Yours in his, his in yours. He has the same jeweler as before (poor guy) design them to have two stripes of platinum within the gold of your rings, delicate and stunning for himself and his wife.
Satoru, who's jubilant and so incredibly ecstatic that you're now his wife that he can't help but tell everyone he knows, everyday, multiple times a day, even those that were at the wedding. He just can't get over it. You're his wife, the girl he's been crushing on since highschool, the girl he swore to make his, and to devote himself to. It feels like an incredible dream, and he worriedly pinches himself from time to time to make sure it's real. 
He did it. He married you, and now you carry his name in yours, in your wedding band, everywhere he could put it to subtly (not really) show you off as the unquestionably precious treasure you are, his wife, and how overjoyed he is that he managed to catch you and keep you.
Satoru, who forgets how to function when you hold up a pair of white and pink sticks on his birthday, from different brands, both showing positive symbols. You. You're pregnant. With his baby. He swears his brain short-circuits because one minute, he's staring at you like you'd grown a second head, and the next, he has you wrapped up in his arms as he showers your forehead, cheeks, nose, jaw, lips, neck, ears, anywhere he can reach, with kisses.
He's a babbling, sniffly mess as he practically crushes you to his chest and coos and preens and weeps with elation. He reveres you like a deity and he’s your loyal and pathetic servant who was blessed beyond measure that you decided to give him the gift of life. He's going to be a father, and it's all because of you.
Satoru, who completely spoils the living hell out of you during your pregnancy (as if he hadn't already been), bending backwards for you for everything. Weird cravings? He's on it. Swollen ankles and nausea? He's rushing to the store for medicine, then rubbing your feet to ease the ache. Insatiable horniness? He's your slave for you to use for your pleasure. Hormones swinging wildly back and forth? He's there with a box of tissues and his firm chest for you to beat on when you feel like you're going crazy. It's his fault you're pregnant, after all. You're doing the hard work of not just carrying his child, but of nurturing it, growing it, letting it take from you to develop strong and healthy. Of course he's going to take care of you.
Satoru, who refuses to let you do any work. You're on indefinite parental leave. From the moment you show him those positive tests, he sits your pretty ass down on the couch and tells you firmly that your only job now is to help your baby develop. He'll take care of everything else, don't even think about lifting a finger.
Satoru, who's there at every appointment with you, clutching your hand tightly as you talk to your doctor about everything you need to know. And when you have your first ultrasound, and see your fetus together for the very first time, he's crying right alongside you.
Satoru, who spent meticulous hours packing a duffel bag with everything you'll both need for when it comes time for you to go into labor. Spare changes of clothes, plenty of water, blankets to keep you warm, a couple pillows, anything and everything. He refuses to go in unprepared. As soon as it's all packed and ready to go by the 8 month mark of your pregnancy, it's in the backseat of the car. The baby car seat is in the trunk of the sleek and top-of-the-line SUV he purchased specifically for your soon-to-be family. He doesn't care that it's taking up space, or that it’s too early, he refuses to go in unprepared.
Satoru, who immediately ditches work the very instant your water breaks. Who gives a fuck if he's in the middle of something important, nothing takes precedence over you and the incoming birth of your infant. He's breaking several driving laws to get you to the hospital, but neither of you care. Not when you're panting in the passenger seat, white-knuckling the grab handle with a palm pressed to your stomach, grunting and crying out in pain any time you have a contraction. It's a miracle he doesn't get pulled over, and he's incredibly thankful (and proud of himself) for thinking of calling the hospital ahead of time so that they're ready for you.
Satoru, whose entire world becomes a blur from the second you reach the hospital, to the second you're crushing his hand in your grip, screaming as you fight to bring his baby into the world. He's letting you yell at him and blame him for the pain you're in, easily accepting and agreeing because it is his fault. 
But while your shaking sobs and shrieks of agony wound his heart beyond any possible measure, he also can't help his elation at knowing it's time, all the waiting has been worth it, every minute spent catering to your every need, want, and desire. He'll do it indefinitely, wait on you hand and foot for the rest of his life, treat you like a queen, because you deserve it and so much more.
Satoru, who's shocked by how well he's holding up when the nurse puts the wrapped up, pudgy little newborn in his arms, gazing down at the tiny being. His tiny being, your tiny being, the fragile and priceless life you both created. Looking down at his kin, his reason for being, he knows he'd do anything and everything to protect you and your child.
Satoru, who sees you, a disheveled and tired disaster, with your hair all tangled, frizzy, and astray, strands stuck to your sweaty skin, your body slack in relief as the hardest part is finally over, watching your husband hold your baby, and he thinks you're more beautiful now than you've ever been. 
You look like you’ve been dragged through hell; your legs are sticky with residue blood, amniotic fluid, placenta, and whatever else that needs to be cleaned off (though your legs are covered with a few layers of blankets to keep you toasty warm while you recover from labor), your face is a little pale and sallow, you're barely clinging to consciousness, and he's marveling at how he's never seen anything or anyone as utterly blest and sacred as you. 
A goddess amongst men, the only one the strongest man in the world would ever willingly bow down to without you even needing to ask.
Satoru, who helps place your baby on your chest, the nurse having opened the blanket for skin-to-skin contact as you feed it, and finally lets himself release all his pent up emotions of raw, unfiltered joy. Every cell, every fiber, every atom in him is dancing in overwhelming happiness. He'd do it all over, again and again, as many times as you'd let him, if it means he gets to see you this blissful and tranquil. The glow of maternity suits you like no other, even in all your unkempt and chaotic glory. 
Satoru, who can't believe he's a dad. He goes above and beyond, insisting he takes care of the baby at night so you can sleep – he doesn't need as much rest as others do, after all. He murmurs to his newborn about how much he cherishes and adores you, how much you mean to him, how you're the best wife and mommy a man could ever ask for and more. He reads the kiddo bedtime stories to help it sleep, feeds it, changes it, whatever it is that is needed, he's there and doing it. 
On top of that, he continues to be your doting, devoted, caring husband. He makes sure you're taking your vitamins, takes you to all your postpartum appointments, aids you through your subsequent depression, all of it. He's sworn himself to you for life, not just in this timeline and universe, but in any and every single one of them.
He made and said his vows with purpose and conviction. He meant every word, and upholds them like his life depends on it. Because, in his mind, it does.
Satoru, who is patient with you, and firmly commands you to not push yourself to do things you can't do while you're still in recovery. He doesn't care if he has to wait months or even years for you to be ready to lay with him again, he'll wait it out. He might not be a patient man, but for you, he'd wait until all the stars die. 
Oh, but you, darling little minx that you are, do your best to take care of him, too. Even when he urges you to rest, or not worry about it, or anything other arguments he might have against it, you tend to him in whatever way you can. Touching, sucking, rough and heavy petting, whatever it takes. You refuse to leave him alone to suffer through months and months of dryness with no relief save for his hand and the toy you surprised him with to help take the edge off.
Satoru, who can't be more grateful to you. You're more than his wildest dreams, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect person as a whole in the entirety of the universe. He really can't help boasting about being the Chosen One, because he really is, if the cosmos decided to gift him with you.
Satoru, who swears to take care of you for the rest of your lives, and does well on his promise.
Satoru, who fights for the sake of you and your kin alone. He refuses to leave you in any way, shape, or form. He refuses to let the world be a danger to any of you. He refuses to have anything happen to his family. Nothing will tear you apart, not now, not ever.
Satoru, who loves you more than the sun, the moon, and all the stars combined.
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artemis32 · 1 month
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Locksley
yandere Batfam x reader
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yes, i do love them. yes, it is a problem. yes, i will make this my entire personality for the next two and a half months
also, necessary disclaimer, there’s a piece of dialogue in this that i took from a youtube asmr channel (bite me, they’re interesting and i’m starved of attention) - it’s jimち asmr, if you’re interested
word count - 4.8k
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You wouldn’t call yourself a hero, not in any sense of the word. Likewise, you didn’t consider yourself a villain. You were something in between - you did bad things for good reasons, you did good things for bad reasons. 
Living in Gotham changed people. No matter how kind or well-intentioned, everyone ended up corrupt sooner or later. Some just fell further from grace than others. 
The people you helped would argue that you were a hero, someone who deserved recognition and respect for your actions. The people you stole from tended to disagree.
You didn’t care much about what you were. Heroes, villains… They were all the same in your eyes. They wrecked havoc and left people like you to deal with the aftermath - an ordinary citizen who had neither the means nor the aspirations to fix what they’d broken.
****
You started years ago, before you were even a teenager.
It was small things at first. Single fruits, a loaf of bread, a blanket, cough syrup. Things people wouldn’t usually notice. 
You realised pretty soon that you were good at stealing, good at getting away without people noticing. Very good.
Stealing felt justified in your young mind. You told yourself that it was okay. It was okay because you weren’t stealing for yourself. Never for yourself. Never committing a crime for personal benefit.
No, you stole to help others. You did what you could to help those that were too weak or scared to help themselves. 
In those early years, when you were still young and hopeful, you likened yourself to Robin Hood. Stealing from the rich to give to the poor.
Now, years later, the sentiment had faded. 
You still stole from the rich. You still gave everything you stole to the poor. 
Poverty in Gotham was a disease. The densely populated apartment blocks in the Narrows, where you lived, housed more people than it should have, and those people had become somewhat of a family to you. Or at least as close as you’d ever get. So you did what you could to keep them safe and alive. Stealing food to keep them fed, stealing clothes and blankets to keep them warm, stealing medicine to keep them healthy, stealing toys to keep the children hopeful.
That was your job, your purpose in life.
It made you feel as though you had a use. Seeing how people’s faces brightened, how happy they looked to see you when you bought a spare blanket or some extra food, or a toy a hopeful child had been eyeing for a while, it made you feel as though your life wasn’t completely meaningless.
Your life had a purpose. And that purpose was to help those who couldn’t help themselves. 
So you did.
And you never got caught. Not once. 
Until you did.
****
This uniform is so fucking uncomfortable. How do these people do this all day? You think, slipping your index finger beneath the buttoned collar of your shirt, tugging at it in a lacklustre attempt to catch a breath.
As much as recon was necessary, it was also an annoyance most of the time. It was times like these that you thanked the stars above that you weren’t born into a wealthy family. Stuffy galas and boring board meetings were never your thing.
The crowd of wealthy tycoons and aristocrats barely paid the waitstaff a second thought, primping and preening as they mingled amongst one another, trying to impress people who were too self centred to notice them. 
You would’ve rolled your eyes and gagged at the sight, had it not acted as the perfect cover for you. 
Stealing the name tag and uniform off of the service roster was simple enough, and sneaking in through the service entrance of the disgustingly lavish manor was a breeze. Now, as you flit through the crowd of supercilious pricks, you feel grateful for your own nondescript appearance.
Blending in with the average service worker was a blessing, one you took full advantage of as you scanned the large ballroom. There were several large windows, massive panes of glass bordered with ornately carved ebony wood frames. The doors were just as grand, two sets of double doors, and a smaller service door in the very corner of the room, all dark stained ebony to match the windows, were just as detailed and lavish.
It made you sick.
How could these people live so wastefully? How could they live so easily? Their biggest worry was keeping their faces youthful and their houses fancy. It didn’t make sense. Even now, after months, years of doing this, it still confused you - the fact that you lived such a jarringly different life, one that seemed so pathetic in comparison to the vapid crowd that surrounded you.
At the very least, it eased your conscience, and made your job easier. You felt no pity, no remorse for stealing from people like those gathered around you. Very few of them had actually worked for what they had in life. No, it was handed to them at birth. Life was funny like that. Those who work hard are left impoverished, and those who give in to gluttony and greed never have to work a day in their lives for what they have.
You discarded the now empty serving tray behind a potted plant, slipping out the large double doors and into the empty corridor beyond. The halls were silent and dark, moonlight casting large shadows over the walls.
The manor’s antiquated runner rug muffled the sound of your footsteps as you crept along the wall of the corridor, carefully taking note of each door, drawing up a mental map as you continued. 
Every corner you turned was more extravagant than the last. You could practically feel the wealth seeping out of the walls. It disgusted you. 
At least it was nice to look at.
Twenty minutes later, you’ve made it up to the East Wing, the furthest part of the manor from the ballroom. It seems to be the personal quarters of whoever the hell owns this abomination of a house. On the trek up several flights of stairs, you’d passed a collection of bedrooms, several smaller living rooms, and,to your great delight, a study. Though, ‘study’ feels like the wrong word to describe the room.
It looks more like a grotesque mix of a library and a maze, and if you were any more wet behind the ears, you might’ve been intimidated by the sheer size of it. In fact, if you’d stumbled upon a room like this a few years ago, you’d have been in awe. The value of a single item in this room would have you set for life. 
But you don’t allow yourself to be caught up in the moment, keeping steely focus as you move silently, swiftly between towering shelves. You don’t take anything. Not yet. The time for that would come later. Right now, you focus instead on gathering information. The layout of the manor, alarms, sensors, residents.
The last part was always the hardest, especially with people like the elite of Gotham city. People came and went as they pleased, and the odds of you running into someone was higher in extravagant homes like this, what with their abundance of butlers and maids. But you’d avoided them all up to this point, never once encountering anyone in more than a decade of prowling.
And this manor - the famous Wayne residence - never housed more than a dozen people on any given night. You knew the staff and groundskeepers all went home in the evening, leaving the property all but abandoned at night.
You reach the end of the room, pausing only to glance over at the large grandfather clock nestled between two shelves before you turn on your heel and stride back towards the door. You’d gotten what you came for. Now, it was time to take your leave, full mental map in tow. 
Getting out of the gala was a lot easier than getting in, and you took the time to register the smaller details of the manor. In this time, you confirmed one thing you knew for certain:
Wayne manor disgusted you in all its excessive wealth.
Bruce Wayne may have appeared as some kind of well meaning philanthropist or humanitarian, but you knew his pockets ran deep. Much of his wealth, generational and unearned, was hoarded while the rest of Gotham was left to rot in poverty. 
It was, in part, the reason that you didn’t feel bad about what you were doing. He, alongside the rest of Gotham’s elite, had done nothing to earn what they had. You were just levelling out the playing field, giving those in the Narrows a fair chance at life.
And if you had to dirty your hands to help them, then so be it.
****
The thick carpet muffles your landing, though you don’t really need it.
Over the years, you’d mastered your movements, learning how to move silently, without notice. It’d been born from necessity, rather than genuine desire. Growing up in the Narrows wasn’t good for much, but at least you learnt pretty quickly that it was easier to get by if you went unnoticed.
You gently close the window, pushing the polished wooden frame with your fingertips, wincing at the soft click of the lock. Any noise was too much.
The corridors are empty as you silently sweep through the manor, as expected. You aim for the lavish library you’d scoped out a week prior, mental checklist ready. 
Avoiding the cameras and alarms is easy enough, especially when the majority of them scoped the perimeter, rather than the interior. The lack of security, combined with the excessive luxury confirmed what you’d always thought.
Rich people were fucking dumb.
They really thought their money could protect them from everything. Well, there was one thing that no amount of money could save them from.
People like you. People with absolutely nothing to lose.
You had no family, no prized possessions, no desire or greed. And you sure as hell didn’t harbour any fear for people like them.
Eventually, you arrive in the East Wing, slowing your stride slightly. You strain your ears for any hint of movement, blending seamlessly into the shadows as you prowl the corridor. The ornately carved solid wood door opens with a silent swoosh, and you slip into the room a mere moment later.
Someone’s here.
You take note of it a moment too late, slipping between two towering shelves the instant you hear the soft murmurs of a conversation. The lighting is dim, shadows dancing across the room, sourced from the crackling fireplace at the back of the study.
Fuck.
It takes you a beat longer than usual to calm your now racing heart, and the instant you get it under control, you’re back to creeping along the shadows, hands darting out to grab at ornaments and books, shoving them silently into every pocket and gap in your suit and small backpack.
If you could, you’d have brought a bigger bag, but you needed to travel light - light enough to make a swift exit if needed. 
You manage to grab quite a few things without nearing the source of conversation, which you’ve now determined to be two men murmuring lowly near the fireplace. Relief settles heavy in your bones as you creep back towards the door, thankful for the numerous shelves hiding you from view.
Lady Luck was a fickle being, and it seemed she’d decided your time was up.
When you’re about ten steps away from the exit, senses on high alert, time seems to slow, the baroque handle dropping slowly as the door is pushed open. You’re back in the shadows before it fully opens, back pressed against the wall while you weigh your options.
The door is out of the question. There’s no way to slip out without being noticed. The window, maybe?
One glance at the tightly latched windows across the room dash that idea immediately.
Panic swirls up your spine, threatening to take over. If you got caught here, there’s no telling what would happen to you.
As you scramble to come up with a plan, the door swings open and a man steps into the room. He’s young, fresh-faced, perhaps a year or two younger than you. He’s handsome too, in the way aristocrats often were - light eyes, tanned skin, full lips. He was striking. 
And he turned to look right at you.
You’re up, on top of the nearest shelf seconds before his eyes slide towards you. You squeeze your eyes shut, sweat slicked palms pressed flat against the dusty wooden shelf underneath you.
Fuck.
He lingers for a moment, taking a step closer into the shadows, to the spot you’d stood in moments ago. 
There’s no way he knew. He couldn’t.
After several tense, painful seconds, his brow twitches and he turns on his heel, striding over to the other two men, his gait confident and swift. You let out a soft sigh, relaxing only a bit as you try to stop the nervous tremors in your hands.
Escape comes hours later, near three in the morning, when all three men eventually retire to their rooms. You couldn’t get out of that eerie, shadowed manor fast enough.
****
“You really should lock your door at night, especially in this area. You never know when some creep might think about inviting themselves in. Windows too, for that matter - or else B&E’s would just be… Well, E’s.” 
It was barely two in the morning. You’d crawled into bed, still fully clothed, less than an hour ago, exhausted from a long day of work in the hellscape that was hospitality. You hadn’t even had the energy to look over your next few potential hits, never mind take a shower or have dinner.
So it’s no surprise that you’re disoriented, thrown off guard when you wake up to a masked man leaning far too casually against your derelict old couch, slim katana resting comfortably in his hand while he twirls it around.
“Then again,” he continues, ignoring the wide eyed look you give him. You flinch back, the movement too slight to notice as he straightens and strides over to you. “You’ve made my job easier. So I should thank you.”
He stands, hovering over you, arms hanging casually at his sides beneath his cloak as he regards you. The mask he wears hides his eyes, and it feels as though you’re staring up into dark, never-ending pits rather than eyes.
“Hm. You look different than what I expected. Younger. How old are you?”
If you weren’t so terrified, you might’ve laughed. Here, in your cramped, dingy bedsit, stood someone who appeared more demon than man, and he was presumptuous enough to critique your appearance. Worse still is the fact that you might’ve answered him, had he not swiftly changed topics.
“It doesn’t matter. A criminal is a criminal. Blackgate has a cell with your name on it.”
The train rumbles by and shakes the thin walls of your apartment, casting an eerie half glow bright enough to just barely light up your apartment.
Your blood runs cold.
Robin.
You’re moving before he has time to register what’s happening, tossing your worn knit blanket at his head as you leap from your bed, the small single’s frame groaning beneath you at the abrupt movement. You’re across the room when he recovers, hand on the doorknob. Seconds later, a vaguely bird-shaped dagger embeds itself into the doorframe right beside your hand.
“Don’t move.”
For once, despite the alarm bells blaring in your head, you listen. You fight against your instincts and the burning in your limbs as he approaches, closer and closer with every taunting step until he’s right in front of you, another stupid bird-shaped dagger nicking the soft underside of your jaw.
“You’re coming with me. Peacefully.”
Your brow twitches in annoyance at his tone. It’s so condescending, as if he thinks he’s talking to a child. If this was anyone else, you might’ve fought back, but of the list of people you avoided, the Gotham vigilantes associated with Batman were top of the list. 
They were so irritatingly self-righteous, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that they’d view you as a scum of the earth criminal, should they ever catch you. It was part of the reason you’d avoided them so religiously, and you’d done a great job of it up until this point. The only question on your mind right now, though, was-
“How?”
Robin tilts his head, mouth flat. “How what?”
You lift your chin a bit more as he raises his dagger, softly piercing the skin, as if in a warning.
“How did you find me?”
If you could see his eyes, you were sure they’d hold an incredulous look, as if to ask ‘are you stupid?’. But you weren’t. Not like this. You weren’t sloppy. And you sure as hell didn’t step on toes when you stole, especially not enough to gain the attention of a run of the mill vigilante. There was no reason for him to be standing here, in your apartment, all but pinning you to the door.
“How did you find me?” you insist, pushing forward despite the slight sting against your jaw. “What did you see?”
He sets his jaw, tilting his head down as he speaks through clenched teeth. 
“Stealing from Bruce Wayne of all people was a dumb move.”
Your blood chills in your veins.
So someone did see me then… That man. That boy. Fuck.
“It was especially dumb to stick around for four hours afterwards.”
At that moment, you weigh your options. 
If you go with him peacefully, all but turn yourself in, Blackgate would be the least of your worries. You stole from Bruce Wayne.
Wronging such an influential man would have its own set of unique consequences, and it wasn’t yourself you were worried about. Anyone you’d helped in the process would be incriminated. All those innocent people, the women and children, the elderly people who lived around you… 
No. You couldn’t go with him. 
Prison was one thing. Endangering those you swore to help was another entirely.
With your mind made up, everything else is easy.
You grab the wrought iron coat rack beside the door and swing it upwards, aiming for his head without a second thought. The moment he releases you and shoves you back, you’re out the door, sprinting down several flights of stairs.
Too slow. Faster. Move faster.
You hear him behind you, footsteps ringing out like a death knell. 
He wants you to hear him. You know he does. A vigilante like that, someone as skilled as him - you wouldn’t hear him unless he wanted you too.
Honestly, you were quite proud of yourself. You’d made it further than you’d expected. The uneven gravel stings against your bare feet as you sprint through the side alley, aiming for the main street.
It was pointless. You knew it was. Even if you could make it that far, it wouldn��t amount to anything. No one would help you. No one could help you.
Regardless, you still feel disappointed when he grabs you by the collar of your thin, old sleepshirt, yanking you back. The exit to the alley, a mere two metres away, seems to mock you.
In that moment, you think about what you’d done. You truly think, and realise that you didn’t regret a single thing. You didn’t care about what happened to you. Everything you’d taken had helped so many people, far more than it would have helped Bruce Wayne, gathering dust in his old study. 
Everyone had been so happy, so relieved at how much you’d managed to help them. The amount you’d received for the stolen goods had been enough to care for everyone in your building ten times over. 
So no, you didn’t regret your decision.
This time, Robin doesn’t waste any time with pleasantries, gripping the back of your neck tightly and knocking you out a moment later.
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“Who is she?”
“Her name is-”
“I know what her damn name is. I mean, who is she?”
Tim pauses, eyeing Damian with a strange expression, clearing his throat and continuing after throwing a perplexed glance at Bruce.
“...well, uh, she lives in the Narrows, has for more than a decade. She went to Gotham public high school and received her high school diploma, with no further education. She’s… pretty unremarkable, to be honest. Works in a shitty diner in the East End, earns less than minimum wage...” he trails off for a moment and shrugs. “There’s not much else to say.”
Damian clenches his jaw, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“Her address. What is it?”
Again, Tim throws Bruce a glance, sharper this time, choosing his words wisely.
“I… don’t think that’s necessary information. It’s not a big deal, she only took a few things. And it doesn’t seem like she kept any of it. Actually, I’m kind of impressed–”
He’s cut off in an instant, Damian’s glare sharp and filled with rage.
“It does matter. She stole from us. She–” 
The green-eyed youth sucks in a sharp breath, dropping his arms to his side, flexing his hands.
“...she was right there. She was inside the manor, ten steps away from me, and I didn’t fucking notice. It took us two weeks to notice she’d been here at all!”
His words are like venom, belying the real reason he’s so worked up, and Bruce watches him with a blank expression, stepping forward after he’s calmed down slightly, placing a heavy palm on his shoulder.
“I understand your frustrations, but you can’t allow them to cloud your judgement. Don’t allow your emotions to rule your actions. While I agree we should find her, I don’t think we need to be as… extreme as you’re suggesting. She’s just a civilian - albeit a very… efficient one. Take some time, calm down, and we’ll discuss what to do from there, okay?”
Damian shrugs the hand off his shoulder, stalking out of the Batcave with a few short, clipped words thrown over his shoulder.
“Yes, Father. Of course.”
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A very frazzled looking man is the first thing you see when you come to, temple aching terribly where the angered Robin had decked you hours earlier. Presently, the man hovering over you sighs when he sees your eyes open, though it doesn’t seem to be a sound of relief. His mouth tugs down at the corners, brows pinching together.
“Don’t.”
He presses a palm to your shoulder, keeping you flat on your back when you try to sit up. His tone is stern, flat, accentuated by the dark bags under his eyes. His shoulders sag and he loosens his hold, fingers flexing against your shoulder.
“Just… stay there. Don’t move.”
The words seem more like a plea than a demand, but you listen regardless. Even if you wanted to move, the pain rippling through your skull makes you too dizzy to sit up, let alone stand.
“...do you remember anything?” he murmurs, bright blue eyes roaming your face worriedly.
Licking your dry, cracked lips, you avoid his gaze. Would it be better to lie, you wonder? Would he know? You had a feeling he might. And you had a feeling that somehow, being honest just this once would help you a lot more than lying ever could. 
You swallow thickly, glancing back at him before answering. 
“Yes.”
He rolls his eyes, head lolling forward as he mutters.
“Fan-fucking-tastic.”
Before he can ask you another question, before you can say anything else, there’s a flurry of movement at the entrance to the room, several people storming in. The racket makes your head throb, and you feel faint and woozy as you lean back against the admittedly plump pillows.
You wonder distantly why you weren’t in a prison cell or a hospital. If you’d been in a better headspace and perhaps not concussed, you might’ve been concerned, but it was effort enough to focus on staying conscious at the moment.
“No, Damian! I have had enough! You explicitly went against my instructions– You kidnapped a civilian!”
Chancing a small peek at the arguing duo, you catch sight of little more than two blob-like shapes, the taller of the two yelling animatedly while the shorter stands stoically, staring off to the side, towards–
Towards you.
“She’s awake.”
That has the taller man falling silent for a moment. He sighs heavily, murmuring. 
“We’ll discuss this later. For now, I have to deal with your mess.”
With that, he turns and strides over to you, placing his hand on the shoulder of the young man at your bedside, a silent dismissal. He remains standing while the other two leave, staring down at you expressionlessly.
Bruce Wayne.
Bruce fucking Wayne.
…I’m so dead.
You jolt up, wincing at the pounding in your head as you blurt out.
“Mr Wayne, I–” 
He holds up a palm, silencing you.
“I don’t want to hear it.”
There’s a pause, one in which he looks down at you before sitting down with a sigh, massaging the bridge of his nose for a moment.
“I don’t care that you stole from me. Usually, I'd just file a police report and go about my day, but my son… Well, you upset him.”
He leans back in his seat, unbuttoning his blazer.
“You see, he’s a prideful boy. It’s never caused problems before, at least, not like this. I mean, involving a civilian, that is. But you seem to have struck a nerve. He’s holding quite a bit of animosity towards you.”
Bruce leans forward again, elbows resting on his thighs as he regards you with a critical eye.
“And I’ll admit, you caught me too, to a degree. You broke into my home without my notice. You were right under my nose.” He huffs a disbelieving laugh, as if the very idea of you evading him was impossible. “It’s impressive, I won’t deny it.”
A strange flutter fills your chest, something that feels oddly akin to pride. Bruce Wayne of all people was complimenting you. Or, at least, it felt like a compliment. 
“Why is he so upset?” 
You regret the question the instant it leaves your mouth. His gaze, which had been slowly warming up, turns cold and flat at that.
“...because you slipped right by him. Do you understand what a feat that is? How much you’ve wounded his pride? For you, an untrained young woman from the slums of Gotham to have fooled him, a trained assassin. Robin. You understand, don’t you? He took it as a very personal offence.”
You feel the blood drain from your face. Was this some kind of twisted punishment for stealing? Did this man, Bruce Wayne, really expect you to believe that his son, the sweetheart of Gotham’s high society, was the Robin? And an assassin to boot?
He huffs a silent laugh, brows raising as he regards the expression on your face.
“Yes, yes, I know. It’s shocking. Damian Wayne, Robin? You’ll get used to it.”
Your hands are shaking now, sweaty and white knuckled as you clutch the bedsheets, and you feel your blood pressure rising. If you weren’t careful, you’d pass out soon. Swallowing thickly, you ask the question urgently gnawing at the forefront of your mind.
“If he’s Robin, then…?”
A small smile tugs at his lips. He was handsome, in an older gentleman kind of way - tall, strong, sturdy build. Even the wrinkles and lines marring his face looked attractive. No wonder women fell over themselves in an attempt to catch his attention.
“Yes. You catch on quickly, don’t you? Well, that’s to be expected from Gotham’s own do-good Robin Hood, I suppose. Yes, I am Batman.”
A choked noise dies out in your chest. 
Of course I’d steal from Batman. Of everyone in Gotham, this is who I choose? God, why is my luck so shitty?
His admission sows a seed of unease in the pit of your stomach, and your eyes dart around the room for the first time since you’d arrived. It was large, larger than what you were used to, though the only furniture was the bed, a vanity, and a small couch near the window. The window that was locked tight, covered with solid iron burglar bars. Bars you had the sinking feeling were put there to keep you in.
You turn to him, eyes wide and pleading.
“Why are you telling me all this?” 
He stands, posture straight and assertive as he eyes you callously. “Because, unfortunately, your actions, and my son’s impulsive decision have both pushed me to make a decision I have no choice in. It means that, until we decide what to do with you, you won’t be allowed to leave–”
Evidently, his admittance to essentially abducting you is what sends your blood pressure through the roof. You pass out before he finishes his sentence, praying with the last of your fading consciousness that this was all some twisted nightmare.
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yandere-kokeshi · 2 months
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This might honestly be uncomfortable. But I would like to know Dad! Ghost reaction on this topic.
How would he react if his kid came to him, explaining that they were SA.
— Yandere Dad! Ghost reacting to his kiddo confessing they were SA
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Warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of SA, nothing descriptive, mentions of trauma, comfort. 
A/N: To be honest with you, I really like these types of dark asks. If you’re ever in a situation of needing help, please call your local police. You’re not alone. 
Icon of Ghost belongs to @/Yumithefrostypanda — NOT MINE
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Dad! Ghost blinks at you, before whispering a small “What?”
His body stops, he stares at you with everything. His brown-doe eyes widening. And suddenly, his chest becomes hard to breathe — someone hurt you. His blood chills in his veins, icy shards trickling throughout his system and lodging themselves into his heart repeatedly against his boney cage. 
He looks at you, swallowing thickly. “W… when?” 
It’s only a matter of seconds before he brings you into a tight hug, a hand grabbing the back of your head and pushing you into him. You two stay like that, minutes or hours, your crying echoing into the house as he rubs your back. There aren’t many things he can truly sympathize with, but he can when it comes to this matter. Especially when he cares about you so much.
“Hey…” he starts, biting his lip when you don’t look at him. “Hey— look at me. It wasn’t your fault. None of it. And I promise ya’, that I’m going to make ‘em pay for what they did to you.” he grabs your cheeks, wiping your tears before kissing your head. 
He’s fuming. Seething in a way you’ve never seen him before. Tempted to find the prick, and break every single bone in their miserable, worthless body. He’s going to hurt them. Hurt them so bad that they’ll be begging for death instead. His hands are shaking, hugging you so tight that you end up squeaking out words. 
For the rest of the next few days, Dad! Ghost has eyes on you. Focusing on your days getting better, and seeking out therapy for you. Always being an open arm for cuddles or talks. Another thing is that he’s happy you told him; something like that, hiding it, could kill. And he’s, in a way, relieved you can get help. 
From his experience, Dad! Ghost understands how hard it is. The self-blame. Continuous flashbacks and nightmares. The feeling of being a disappointment. And to that, he’s there for you. Willing to sleep with you to help with your terrors, take you out of school no matter the time, and help you in any way, shape, or form. 
Without your knowledge — Dad! Ghost becomes unforgiving. Finding out things about the person who hurt you. And ensuring that they suffer. He promised nobody would hurt you. And he’s living up to that with every fiber of his being. 
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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"Baby, its cold outside." with Luca Kaneshiro? Boss man is so hot I can't get over it.
Well he has that big coat so I have some ideas.
Pairing: Luca Kaneshiro x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, dick riding, clit stimulation, sex puns, muscle worship, praise, creampie, calling Luca 'Boss'
A/N: I wrote this while listening to his first Bartender ASMR cause his soft voice melts me.
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4. "Baby, it's cold outside."
"Baby, it's cold outside. Come here, let me warm you up." Was what he said before he pulled you against his chest and took your breath away with a kiss. With the snow and wind outside there was no way you were leaving the apartment for your date. Not to worry, Luca had other ideas to make the evening fun.
Usually when you feel cold Luca gives you his coat, the warm weight and fluff of it warming you right up in no time. Tonight he also let you wear it, but there was a catch. "You want me... naked while I wear your coat?" Who was this man smirking at you and what did he do to your shy boyfriend? "Are you sick?" As you pressed your hand across Luca's forehead he was indeed warm but most of it was coming from the roaring fireplace.
It was odd to see him this forward but he remained his gentle self all the way. Laying down on the soft carpet he stroked his cock to full hardness, thick, white beads of pre already staining his hand. "I warmed you up. Why don't you do the same for me? Seams only fair yeah?" So that was his plan. "Don't you wanna hop on?" Luca was unable to hold back his laugh before he even said his pun, "Hop on my cock."
"Fuck you." You still chuckled, seeing the pun from a mile away. Soon the living room was filled with joined moans, the slick and sweaty sound of your bodies slapping against each other, your pussy making the most obscene sounds as Luca's dick made your mind go almost blank. His coat has long since fallen behind you, kicked away by Luca's legs so he doesn't lose his footing on it. "'M so close." You whimpered. Your hands roamed across his chest, tracing his tattoos, by now you could do so with your eyes closed but you didn't want to miss a second of Luca's flushed face looking at you.
His teeth clenched at the same time as your pussy, his hand grabbing at your thigh, the other one pressing against your peaked clit, the slick material of his gloves making even more noise, " You're so warm, feels like I'm gonna melt. I can make you warmer. If you want."
What he was suggesting crossed both your minds more then once but you never dared to go there, always careful with condoms or Luca pulling out in time, "Are you gonna warm my cunt up with your cum, Boss?" He hasn't been your boss for a long time, yet that title followed him into the bedroom, making his cock pulse every time, "Please Boss, feels good, I feel so good, I need you to make me feel even better."
"Love when you get so needy." Or was he the needy one? After all it was his hips that started moving up and down in a blur, his voice that got strained, his muscles that looked so good glistening with sweat, illuminated by the fire, his orgasm that hit first. He was still emptying his balls inside you when he pressed his thumb just right against your clit and made you see fireworks, "More? You're taking more from me? Okay, okay, yeah, have it all."
It was s shame that a lot his cum ended up pressed between his abs and your stomach as you fell on top of him, or staining the carpet but Luca knew he could afford a new one.
"Baby, it's cold outside. Grab us my coat." This time you used it as a blanket when the fire began to die down. It was the ideal spot to cuddle at and wait out the blizzard.
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samthetrekkie · 9 days
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this was not the best movie I've ever watched, but it was enjoyable! bc of the extremly long winded animation scenes (the flight around the enterprise; the whole journey through the nebula to v'ger) - I'm talking several minutes - the movie was much longer than neccessary though. at the end I said the plot was probably half of the movie and my dad said, deadpan, that it was exactly 40 minutes of plot, so basically a regular episode, which I somehow found hilarious.
I thought the jump to more budget plus the late 70s was nice on the eyes. as much as I like the nostalgia of tos, I could take this much more seriously (not that that's the most important thing about star trek).
spirk-wise there were some scenes worth noting, but not a lot. I only remember when kirk was so excited to see spock as he arrived and shouting „spock! spock!“ over and over again, which was adorable. and then spock tumbling out of the v'ger entrance in his ev suit and kirk catching and holding him reminded me a bit of tom and b'elanna in day of honor, so that's sweet as well. and of course spock telling "jim" about "this simple feeling" while holding hands (touch telepath and such…) when spock was lying in sickbay. it actually mirrored the scene in the last tos episode imo, where kirk (in dr lesters body) is lying in sickbay and talks to and mind melds with spock.
but in general I feel like they had very few conversations and no private ones at all in this one bc spock was not xo, which is a pity not only for spirk fans, as it's usually a tos staple!
but I had a longer train of thought about spock and kirks relationship after that - even though it's useless as they never become a canon romantic couple - and I don't feel like it wouldve really fit within the story. like they would never find a way to be together for long bc of their careers and living in different places and kirk being so non-monogamous and spock seemingly very monogamous. (even though - shocker - kirk had no love interest in this movie!) so my headcanon is that they have an on again-off again kind of situationship, with spock not being able to let go for good but kirk being unable to (and not wanting to) commit even though they have this deep emotional connection and love for one another. so anyway, per usual I thought about this way too long…
on a completely different note, leonard nimoy's new teeth bothered me immensely in this movie. they all have different voices bc they aged and the microphones are probably a different technology, but he suddenly got a noticeable lisp and this kind of asmr saliva mouth sound. ...can you tell I'm neurodivergent?
btw I'm planning to get into tas at some point, just for the fun of it. probably when lower decks has ended (which I hope is not soon).
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lofaewrites · 1 year
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Easy When It Rains
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Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife!Reader
(ASMR+Playlist📻!)
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Includes -Soft!Husband Bucky, Domestic fluff, dancing in the kitchen
A/N; Hiii! This idea came from an ASMR I found on here a couple days ago as well as a rainy friday night of writing (my favorite kind), its pure domestic fluff! Hope y’all like it<33 Divider by @firefly-graphics
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It was raining when he left, and it’s raining now as the sound of keys jingling against the lock announce his arrival home, the radio is playing quietly . 
The soft sound of rain beats down on the roof of your brownstone, it mixes with the music, creating one of your favorite sounds. 
They're playing all the best of the big bands on the “Golden Oldies” station.
You know the night will end with laughter and dancing because of it.
You have your back turned to the door, standing in front of the stove stirring the sauce for the pasta he had requested for dinner when he had called you on his way home. 
The door opens and heavy footsteps melt into the rain and music, the sound of keys being hung up into the hook, his wallet in the little dish on the table by the door, the thud of boots being put on the side mat for weather like today. 
You turn slightly so that out of the corner of your eye you can see him shuck off his beat-up leather jacket and hang it up on the coat rack, the way the muscles in his back ripple make you bite your lip and silently giggle to yourself as you face the stove again, even after 5 years you're smitten with him. 
and then comes your absolute favorite sound in the world. 
His voice. 
“Hey, Dollface! I’m Home!” You can hear the relief that colors it as he greets you. 
“Welcome Home Jay” your voice holds the same relief.
Bucky being away never gets easier, it was hard when you were first dating, and it was hard when you got engaged. when you were newlyweds, and even now 5 years later it's hard. 
What's easy is when he’s home, when your nights are spent cooking together and dancing in the living room.
“Did you go pick up the order from the butcher and the grocer like I-“
“Yes I did, 2 pounds of rosemary & red wine sausage, one spatchcock chicken, broccolini, one box of mirepoix, and one bag of potatoes. Just as the queen asked for, I also got that wine you like at the Bodega,”
He recites the list you had given him from memory with his signature toothy grin, as he triumphantly holds up his favorite accessory for shopping trips, a very large rainbow print bag from Ikea, a bag that despite how big it is. still looks small in comparison to his size.
“Thank you, my love, can you put everything in the fridge?” 
Once again before you had even finished your sentence he was already opening the door and putting everything into their designated areas. 
Sometimes you wonder if he can read your mind,
He strides over to you, arms wrapping around your waist, his chin finding a home on your shoulder. 
“Also Sunday dinner with everyone is on if you're up to it Darlin”
You hummed in agreement, moving slightly to give him a peck on the cheek. 
“Dinners ready, can you get the plates?”
He returns your peck on the cheek and obliges, humming along to the song that's floating through the air, while grabbing his favorite bowls from the cupboard as well as your favorite set of wine glasses. 
You plate the food and he pours the wine. 
The two of you carry yourselves and your meal over to the couch, sitting down together as close as you could while also eating. 
You talk about how things have been since you last saw each other properly, You talk about how your class went on a field trip to the national history museum, about how they reacted when they saw his picture next to Steve’s on the wall, the chorus of “WAIT A MINUTE! MRS. BARNES ISN’T THAT YOUR HUSBAND?!”
You tell him about how your choir kids are doing and how excited you are for their recital next month, he in turn asks you to put it on the calendar for him so he’ll remember. 
He tells you about how Red-Wing was on the fritz and Sam fell flat on his ass in front of a bunch of freshman agents, He updates you on all the recent changes at the compound, He tells you about the new Chinese restaurant he and Steve tried when they had a break from their latest mission, promising that he’d take you there for your next date night.
You promise to hold him to it. 
He doesn’t ever talk about his missions or the life-or-death situations he’s been in that week unless it's absolutely necessary.
His promise of not bringing his work home in his wedding vows has stuck, as has everything else. 
And for that you are grateful. 
After dinner is finished he whisks away the dishes and the pots that you cooked with and puts them in the sink with a little bit of dish soap and water to let them soak. 
Ever the gentleman, He grabs your hand and with that same toothy smile asks you to dance. 
So you do, spinning & swaying to the song coming through the radio on the kitchen window sill as it mixes with the pitter-pattering of the rain.
In each other's arms, you find peace because you’re together. And it's easy, even with the rain.
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mikoslightnovels · 7 months
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" nijimagic! " - 1
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tw: pure fluff, lowercase writing, shu x fem!reader because i thought it would be cute to see shu act like a cool senpai.
disclaimer: any similarities between my work and another author's are strictly coincidences, reader is the same callisto from diabolistic love(in an au), i only write about the persona(i.e. not the real person who's streaming), i am in no way affiliated with nijisanji en.
m.list -> part 1(this one), part 2, part 3
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"hello everyone! welcome to stream again!" this was callisto fuyuko, a solo streamer, with the title 'lady of opulence'. it had only been 3 weeks after debut, but callisto's popularity soared faster than her seniors who debuted 3 weeks before her, xsoleil.
she quickly surpassed 100k after 2 days and now, 9 days after debut, she was at 492k subscribers. callisto is well-known for her calmness and seiso-ness, as she never fails to be guilt-tripped by her chat and has lots of knowledge on technology and codes really well.
her charming personality is complimented by an alter ego, 'isolde fuyuko', who's deeper voice makes fans blush and fold. it's this alter ego that records the asmr videos and also the one that pops out when something unseiso enters the chat.
"how am i dealing with the popularity? i will say, it has been very chaotic and i've had many meetings with staff-san about the 'callisto world domination' hashtag that has been trending."
her model was a young woman with light blue hair. around her neck she wore a white lace choker with a blue gem in the middle, with a matching white lace headband. she wore a loose black blouse with a grey dress that was short in the front and long at the back with many layers. around her waist dangled some silver beads, which connected to small bells. her shoes were similar to ike's shoes, but with a silver heel and lighter in shade.
"what do you want to do at 500k subs? uhm, i've been thinking about it... maybe a hand-cam stream? cooking as a celebration?" chat flooded the comments with "yes!" and "omg hand cam stream already?".
she also had a toggle that would show a japanese fan, with a wintery landscape painted on, covering her face. her fans were called 'calla' after calla lilies. callisto was born on june 8th which is national ocean day. she is an unspecified age and is approximately 163cm tall.
"what about a collab with other nijisanji vtubers? oh, that would be cool! i'd love to stream with some senpais since i'm new to the company." she was talking to her chat on a zatsudan stream, meaning 'free talk', where miscellaneous topics are discussed.
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callisto's lore begins as a child, when her mother died from a 'work accident' and her father fell into depression. he would gamble everday and leave callisto locked in the house for days on end, the only thing she could do is wait for her father to get home and abuse her. after a while, she found a secret door in her mother's room - it was full of scrolls and books on magic, specifically, cryomancy.
in the centre of the little bookshelf was a little packet of cards, blue playing cards. the letter next to it read: "my sweet daughter callisto, should you ever find this letter, be careful. cryomancy is powerful when used right, but hurtful when used wrongly. never let yourself lose sight of what's right." after becoming well-versed in the magic, callisto packed her bags and ran away from home, taking the playing cards and some scrolls with her.
she found herself in a bustling city and stumbled upon the nijisanji en headquarters, where she signed up to be a vtuber and share with the world her magic, songs and art!
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"your subscriber count is 494k now, can we do a countdown? already? oh my gosh, almost 500k get your clips ready clippers!"
callisto hurriedly pulled up her live subscriber count as she joined chat in anxiously watching the number climb higher. it was idle for a few seconds as the streamer went to go get some snacks for the 500k wait.
"oh guys, uki-senpai is here. everyone say hi to uki-senpai!" callisto said, mouth full, as uki violeta joined the voice call. a plushie version of uki was put on the screen on callisto's head as they started talking.
"oh my god, is that me on your head?" he said, slightly taken aback.
"eep i'm sorry, i'll put you on the couch." she said, scared that she made a mistake. she dragged the plushie uki to her couch at the back of the room.
"no no, let me sit on your head. i meant that the little drawing is so cute." he corrected, feeling bad for making the new streamer panic.
"oh you mean the plushie? yeah i drew it for all my senpais." callisto said, showing him the little sketches of all the xsoleil members as plushies.
"oh my god. i want to see fufu-chan's, let me get him to join." uki said as he went to dm fulgur ovid, uki's noctyx genmate.
callisto, on the otherhand, was panicking, the only senpai she had interacted with was shu yamino whom she endearingly called "yamino senpai". she felt her heart pounding as fulgur joined, as she had never hosted more than 1 senpai on stream.
"hello? what's up callisto." fulgur nonchantly said to the female who was huddled in her gaming chair, not able to calm down.
"h-hello fulgur-senpai..!" callisto said, her model visibly panicking.
"oh my god callas, your oshi is so cute." uki said while laughing. "can i adopt you?"
her model showed confusion as her gaze quickly flicked from one side of the screen to the other, followed by some quick blinks.
"okay... wait-wait-wait-wait. can i call you mom then?"
"if that's your condition to let me adopt you, yes." he breathed.
the next few minutes were quite calm, as the subcriber count slowly started to increase. fulgur left after a while as he had errands to run, while callisto and uki kept talking about things.
"how do you like streaming so far?" he asked.
"i guess it's just like working a normal job, as in that you always work from home. i signed up for nijisanji as i actually wanted to be an artist for rigger for the company." chat was still sending blue and purple hearts.
"can i just ask - how did you end up streaming then?" he asked.
"riku tazumi-san said 'oh but you have such good presence over stream, you should sign under us as a streamer instead'." callisto said, imitating their ceo in a lower, 'manly' voice. "i said that i would consider it; my mom was excited when i told her, so she urged me to agree. i came back the next day and stated my terms and conditions to sign as a streamer."
one of the comments in uki's stream asked if she drew her model.
"yeah i rigged the model, but i got my friend to draw it." chat was now praising callisto's talent. "i don't really draw fantasy with lace and things, i normally draw minimalistic doodles."
when her subscriber count finally reached 500k, she bid everyone to clip it and starting posing for the viewers, winking, turning on toggles and changing the backdrop.
"thank you everyone for a great stream! see you all tomorrow at 6pm est!" as she cheerfully bid goodbye to her viewers, she added another sentence. "everyone say thank you to mom for making the stream more fun~!"
"thank you callas, see you next time!" uki said as he left the vc and callisto shortly ended stream after.
few hours later, the #violisto tag was trending on twitter, as uki and callisto's conversation on stream was so endearing that callas and stargazers went to hype it up. the next day on stream, callisto decided to surprise her viewers with another collab with another senpai of hers.
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rayshippouuchiha · 2 years
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Au with Ichigo as a pretty amazing ASMR YouTuber and the local serial killer is the fan that loves him
Perhaps not exactly what you had in mind but this is what the void spat forth so here we go:
Kisuke's never been fond of the term psychopath.
Or, to be more accurate, he's never been fond of having the label attached to himself.
He's self-aware and intelligent enough to understand why so many people enjoy attempting to attach that particular tag to his name after spending any real amount of time with him.
Kisuke knows that, he's aware, and so it's honestly completely understandable when people reach that conclusion.
It's just that he's just never actually agreed with the pseudo-diagnosis so many like to sling in his direction.
Because Kisuke knows himself better than anyone else and he knows that he is not a psychopath.
Is he manipulative? Yes, of course. Is he violent? Obviously.
But Kisuke has never lacked empathy, has never lacked remorse or anything of the like.
His emotions are and have always been firmly intact.
So, contrary to popular belief, Kisuke is not a psychopath.
Instead, he's simply blessed with a particular talent for pragmatism.
Or perhaps an overabundance of it, depending on who one asks.
For all that Kisuke has always enjoyed learning and experimenting and generally broadening his intellectual horizons, it's a passion that had, ultimately, been born from practicality.
He'd grown up destitute, just another Kabukichō bastard. He'd been born to a mother who'd worked in whatever shady "host club" that would take her and who had simply stopped coming back to the matchbox apartment they'd lived in by the time Kisuke was eight.
She'd left for work one evening, heels on, cheap perfume lingering in the air around them, with an absently affectionate kiss to the top of his messy hair and Kisuke had simply never seen her again.
Kisuke had been on the streets, scrapping and stealing and learning to be vicious just to survive, by the time he was nine.
Every single move he'd made back then had been guided by practicality, with the only real goal in mind being that of his own survival.
His first kill had been much the same.
There'd been a shatei of one of the local yakuza Clans who liked to linger in Kisuke's preferred areas of operation.
A yakuza little brother with a taste for little brothers of his own.
And he was particularly fond of Kisuke with his exotic blond hair and his captivating eyes.
He'd tried to come across as friendly, as fun and harmless.
But Kisuke had seen through him. Had seen through that intense sort of friendliness he'd exuded and right down to the hungry sort of emptiness that lived beneath it.
He'd seen through it but he'd still allowed himself to be lured in. Had taken the food and the snacks, the money and the headpats that made Kisuke's teeth itch. Had allowed himself to be pulled in closer and closer.
And then, when the time was right, Kisuke had struck.
Like a spider finally pulling on the razor-silk threads he'd woven, trapping prey that had firmly believed itself to be the only predator in the room.
Killing the man had been equal parts work and luck for Kisuke. For all of his planning, he had been only ten and whipcord lean with hunger at the time. But he'd also been quick and clever and had possessed a survival instinct that his year on the streets had done nothing but sharpen to a razor's edge.
So he'd been just a bit battered at the end but he'd gotten the job done, leaving the man limp and empty-eyed on the bed of the back alley love hotel he'd finally "coaxed" Kisuke into visiting with him.
Emotionally? Mentally? Killing that yakuza had just made sense to Kisuke. He'd been eliminating a threat. Disposing of a danger to himself and the other kids who roamed the back streets and alleyways.
Stealing his wallet and knife as well as anything useful out of the room itself but leaving the man's recognizable, identifiable, jewelry behind had all been practical choices.
Come to find out, killing pedophiles and other sexual predators that haunted Kabukichō ended up being fairly lucrative as well.
So, in Kisuke's opinion, it was only practical that he kept doing it.
~~~
Kisuke had operated like that for years, doing what he needed to do to survive, practicing his particular brand of pragmatism, right up until Yoruichi-sama had found him mid-kill and, instead of turning him in, had chosen to take him under her wing.
Yoruichi-sama had cared for him, had fed his mind as well as his body, and had allowed him to flourish and grow.
And she'd taught him how to refine his skills and then how to put them to use for the benefit of herself and for the Shihōin Clan as a whole.
He'd stayed by her side, had killed and heeled at her command like the loyal dog he was, for years.
Right up until he'd finally overstepped.
~~~
Hirako-sama had demanded Kisuke's head for what he'd done but Yoruichi had managed to talk him down to banishment and stripping of all Shihōin Clan protections.
Kisuke likely could have avoided such a thing if he'd agreed to Yoruichi-sama's suggestion to perform yubitsume but he'd refused.
Kisuke was more than capable of feeling regret and remorse no matter what the majority of the Shihōin, and Yoruichi-sama's little bee in particular, liked to whisper about him.
The fact of the matter was that he simply didn't regret killing Aizen Sosuke.
Kisuke had been one of the rare few who'd disliked the accountant, who'd never been drawn in by his charming smiles and his soft, slightly bookish persona that was somewhat of a rarity in their world.
Kisuke had known better.
Aizen had been a threat. Just another empty-eyed predator of a breed that Kisuke had no patience to deal with.
Kisuke had been content to keep a watch on him but to mostly ignore him, had managed to do so for years as a matter of fact.
Until he'd happened to see Aizen interact with young Hinamori Momo.
It had only been practical for Kisuke to do what he'd done after that.
Performing yubitsume and losing a pinky finger in remorse would have been an entirely empty gesture that Kisuke had no interest in.
In the end, Kisuke had chosen banishment instead, unwilling to have Yoruichi-sama fight for him any more than she already had.
He'd packed up what little he owned, taken his accounts and the hefty deposit Yoruichi had refused to take back (a severance package she'd said with that wry tilt to her mouth) had left.
~~~
He'd wandered for a while. Spent some time in Okinawa and Yokohama alike. He'd drifted from place to place and had even, for a brief while, considered making his way to the mainland.
But then, when he'd been spending some time in Kyoto and contemplating his next move, Kisuke had run across something that had changed everything.
He'd been sprawled out on a futon in the private suite of the inn he was staying in, scrolling through his phone and enjoying the calmness and solitude that came hand in hand with it being the off-season for tourism, and lamenting his inability to sleep.
Insomnia was truly one of his oldest companions. It had been born from the days when sleeping, when letting his guard down that far on the streets, wasn't safe and it had stuck with him throughout the rest of his life, coming and going in random spurts as he grew older.
Finally, just a bit frustrated, he'd dropped his phone onto his chest, autoplay turned onto the ASMR he normally used. It, like most other ASMR videos he'd tried over the years since he'd been introduced to the concept, only worked about 33% of the time but it was better than nothing.
If all else fails he can meditate for a while and contemplate his next move. He'd just arrived at this inn the night before but he was already feeling restless. He hadn't been able to stay in one place for longer than a few days since he left the Shihōin. Nowhere had felt right, had felt secure and comfortable enough to settle down in for longer than that.
The video that he was listening to, a soft murmuring voice reading from one of the latest scientific journals Kisuke enjoys, ended and there was a moment of silence as the next loaded.
"Top 10 Most Romantic Shakespeare Sonnets," an unfamiliar warm and husky voice murmured from Kisuke's phone then. "Sonnet 18. Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temper-"
Kisuke abruptly went rigid, hair standing on end and senses electrified.
"Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May," the voice continued softly, soothingly. "And summer’s lease hath all too short a date."
And then, just as quickly as the tension came, Kisuke's spine abruptly melts.
By the time the voice has made it through the first seven sonnets Kisuke is deeply asleep.
~~~
Kisuke wakes up the next morning feeling more refreshed than he can remember feeling in years, if ever, with his phone dead and that voice still somehow ringing in his ears.
He only lets his phone charge enough to be able to turn it back on before he's pulling up his account and going through his history to get back to that video.
He likes it and even goes ahead and subscribes to the account that posted it. StrawberryProtector is kind of a cutesy name for an ASMR account with such a voice but Kisuke's absolutely seen weirder.
It might have been a fluke but Kisuke's enough of a lover of science that he's willing to give the channel a try tonight as well.
~~~
Only no, as it turns out, it's not a fluke.
Kisuke's gotten the best sleep of his life this week and it's all thanks to StrawberryProtector's absolutely delicious voice.
No matter what the content of the video is, from more Shakespeare to Takajo to various other poets and once even a cookbook, Kisuke finds himself relaxed and drowsy within ten minutes.
He's more than a little obsessed.
And it's not like he has much else to do these days.
So it's only practical that Kisuke pull out his laptop and do a little bit of digging.
~~~
An hour and a half later with Kurosaki Ichigo's life spread out on the screen in front of him, Kisuke knows that he's in love.
Looks like his next stop is going to end up being Karakura Town.
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ghostmemesource · 6 months
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👻୧‿︵‿︵ rupaul's drag race sentence starters
these are quotes taken from seasons 11-15 of rupaul's drag race. send in one of the prompts below for my muse’s response. please change pronouns where you see fit. remember to specify muse if you're sending it to a multi muse.
RuPaul's Drag Race Season 15 Quotes ❝ Bad bitchery is as bad bitchery does. ❞
❝ Ain't no rest for this bitchface. ❞
❝ All that's left for to win is the crown. ❞
❝ Shady, hairy, and a thief. ❞
❝ I'm happy for you because I feel like you're finally entering your bitch era. ❞
❝ It's the grunting for me. ❞
❝ Oh, you gonna show your disco stick? ❞
❝ Feel how you feel, baby. Let it out! ❞
❝ This is gonna be fun! Should I sabotage somebody? Should I?! ❞
❝ I said what I said! ❞
❝ It's a new day of me being crazy. ❞
❝ I live for the couple's therapy right now. ❞
❝ Rest in peace to my hairline. ❞
RuPaul's Drag Race Season 14 Quotes ❝ You not gonna slap me, are you? ❞
❝ The last time someone handed me a key, it had white powder on the end of it. ❞
❝ It's chocolate. ❞
❝ I gave you a call, and guess who didn't fucking answer? You! ❞
❝ I need a diaper. ❞
❝ It's okay to be wrong sometimes. ❞
❝ I think I've established that compromise is for losers. ❞
❝ This is like the most hellish ASMR you've heard of. ❞
❝ She enjoys long walks on the freeway and coffee enemas. ❞
❝ I need to fucking retire, is what I need to do. ❞
❝ Emote! Through your face, not your ass. ❞
❝ Any hole is a goal. ❞
❝ Can you bend those legs behind your head? ❞
RuPaul's Drag Race Season 13 Quotes ❝ Well, you’re gonna discover I can rap! ❞
❝ As much as I love these bitches, athletes don’t go to the Olympics to make friendship bracelets. I’m ready to take these bitches down. Love them so much. ❞
❝ If you glue your lips, doesn’t it look like I’m a Jenner now? ❞
❝ When you put beautiful men in front of me, everything goes out the window. ❞
❝ A few weeks ago, I was “winner, winner, chicken dinner!” and now I am Lunchables. ❞
❝ When I look at you, I think of tap water! ❞
❝ If I ain’t gonna win a crown, I’mma win a man! ❞
❝ Ah-choo! She's sickening! ❞
RuPaul's Drag Race Season 12 Quotes ❝ That’s the thing on the TikTok that the kids do. ❞
❝ Do you have a condom I can borrow? I know you’re always safe. ❞
❝ You’re the prettiest girl on the planet … of the apes. ❞
❝ The truth is, when people are super vulnerable, we fall in love with them. That’s the hard point is being willing to be honest. ❞
❝ Thank you! Burn in hell! Go fuck yourself! ❞
❝ Here they come. Just act natural, act natural. ❞
❝ How do you feel about glitter? ❞
❝ I love glitter! ❞
❝ Look over there! ❞
❝ I fall for it every time. ❞
❝ You look like a Barbie out of the box. ❞
❝ I hope you can hear all that air I exclaimed from my body. ❞
❝ Well, that was a long flight. ❞
❝ Are you ready to live a little, sin a lot? ❞
RuPaul's Drag Race Season 11 Quotes ❝ When you feel your own oats so hard you forget there are other oats there. ❞
❝ Spooky Dooky. ❞
❝ I WAS READY! ❞
❝ Meh. ❞
❝ I'm currently oozing. ❞
❝ Twerking is a blessing baby. ❞
❝ You got to pick a struggle. You can't struggle at everything, bitch! ❞
❝ You 80s-looking porn star. ❞
❝ An ugly girl can never come for a pretty girl. ❞
❝ Hoe, you must go. ❞
❝ Bitch, I'm back! ❞
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Peace. Quiet. Calm.
Ezra Bridger could only have dreamed of such things during his time as both an orphan, and during his time in the Rebellion. He may have experienced some of it while isolated on Peridea, but this was something he preferred more.
The view of Lothal's capital city was something that literally came from a dream. He remembered first seeing it vividly alongside the spirits of his late parents during the night he learned of their deaths. However, the dream became a reality.
The galaxy was indeed shaken following Thrawn's return, but over the past few months, the tactical genius was no match for the stubborn will of New Republic military officials, and the famous Heroes of Endor, whom with joined hands of the Heroes of Lothal, turned the tables and put Imperial Remnants to route once again.
Regardless if there was nothing safe or sacred, it was a much deserved moment of relief Ezra wished he had earned earlier. For all the strife, fighting, and death that had to resume over the desire of totalitarian madmen who wanted to reclaim control over the galaxy and restart their ideas of suffering, the best thing he could do was live for all the good people that were lost. And for a very important reason...
He had been entranced by the shining and bustling beauty of the previously envisioned city when Sabine Wren -- his wife joined his side on the balcony. In her arms, the artistically destructive Mandalorian held a still bundle in her arms. Their ninetine month old daughter, Mira Wren-Bridger.
"Everytime I see you come out here, it's like you're always distracted by something that isn't even calling your name." She quipped. Sabine sure knew how to deliver sassy remarks, even after her life changed through marriage and motherhood.
"It's a good sight to go to sleep to." Ezra replied innocently, giving off a small chuckle when he felt his longtime best friend elbow him on the side.
"Well, I don't blame ya. I remember you mentioned seeing this after realizing what happened to your parents."
In the past, Ezra would have felt a tang of pain hit his heart about such a cruel and unfair reminder, no matter the wording, but he knew he was no longer the only one to have lost family after Sabine vented to him about her Clan getting slaughtered on Mandalore.
"It's not just that anymore."
Sabine looked over at him with a questioning gaze at his comment, making sure she still maintained a fair grip on little Mira in her arms, and so that the baby would not be awaken and make a fuss.
"We've made it happen, Sabine. All of us. I know deep down, my mom and dad would've been proud to see this. Right now, however, I just don't think I could ever thank you guys enough for helping to achieve this."
"As a Mandalorian, I don't take even the smallest of promises lightly. And as much as it's exhausting to bring up... you were counting on me at the same time."
That phrase had become very synonymous with Ezra's faith in his longtime best friend, and he already knew that when she brought him home, her promise had been fulfilled. There was truly no better person than Sabine that he could ask to ensure such things were sought through to the end, and he would never have it any other way.
"And you've kept your promise, Sabine. Thank you." He told her, turning his head to meet her gaze as his lips curled up to a warm smile. That smile was shared as they kissed briefly, before finally retiring inside their tower for a good night's rest.
Ezra was still unsure what new challenges awaited him for the future, but with Sabine by his side, he felt more at ease and ready to face them head on.
It felt like I just had ASMR cleanse over my brain cells reading this. It was so nice and welcoming oh my goodness. All the stress of the final episode just washed over me with this beauty!
Thank you for submitting! Genuine, It's the perfect amount of everything but not too overwhelming and so freaking cute!
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Twitch Stream 03/26/24
My wednesday and saturday mornings are full of laughter because of these two 🤣✋🏻
Saku is so stressful to watch with these kinds of games 😮‍💨 How is he so calm HAHAHA (Where is the passion as said by Rev 🤌🏻🤌🏻) and Rev was shouting so much probably because he's tipsy He turns British when he's upset It was so funny HAHSHSH 🤣 It was a bad idea to just listen to the stream as they play because it sounds very wrong 😱🤨 I was doing chores
I love their friendship and duality The way that they care listen and ride with each other's fun and chaos I learned a lot about Rev the Rizzler hahshsh poor Rev Im glad Juan was nice about it and he joins competitions too His singing voice and his range of song choices Wowow With Saku you'd learn about what he likes/not general info like what he's allergic to, he's a picky eater, his fave films what he experiences but not really into detail Its either he's good at being private or Im not listening well I think it's the latter 🤣🤣 Also why is he always somehow unwell pls boost your immunity Sir *pat pat* go outside exercise and touch the grass nature is the best vaccine or maybe you should eat the foods you refuse to eat like seafood to build your immunity 😌 I eat everything so Im never sick /j Take care Saku
Yieeeeeee 🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️ he read the Capricorn horoscope using Andrew's voice 🙈 Uy btw The way he'd switch voices from Luca to Isaac That's amazing I thought Isaac's voice would be easier because doesnt his normal speaking voice sound like hes residing in the depths of hell? Dunno very deep already right?
I shouted a little when he said he'll do a Wuca honeymoon audio Is it twue? My brother thought I needed help lol Miss Luca 🥹👉🏻👈🏻 Characters like him and Matias are so cute I could listen to them all day
And YES REV ROAD TO 300K 💥💳💥💳💥💳 SUBSCRIBE NOW TO SAKU 🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻 ALSO REVERIE 🤸🏻‍♀️🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻
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Oh! Oh! I forgot! Some of you crumpets asked me to do an art and also ask if we can be friends Ohemegee no need to ask just DM me straight or you can find me in the international chat channel in the Crumpet Kingdom all the time Lets talk about anything sakuverse and simp together 😌🤌🏻
I was going to draw his dream too the way that Reverie described it but eh maybe Ill finish it next time 🤣 Isaac's and Zaros' art require thin lines and erasing it's a lot of work to make them so pretty 🤣
Last ramble because college + orgs makes me so busy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I won't be able to watch it live now I turn to audios in my "free time" because you can listen to them while doing smth else I also listen to GoodBoy Desmond Daikon and other VAs 🪭💨😮‍💨💗 I also draw for other ASMR VAs in my other accounts : D Its in a different style tho I think I should just put them here right
Im going to draw more of Xanthus and Dontis while they're still alive 😮‍💨 I don't like how Im seeing an AU and the past Im scared
Here's the one layer draft I made as the stream ended it was pretty too can't not post it It's pretty I think this is prettier than the one on top My drafts look this messy and spontaneous just like me 🤣
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34saveme34 · 4 days
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HEADCANONS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
considering you didn't specify, I might just talk about my mainies! That being. way too much 34, more than a sane person should think about them, then some Mario, Meggy and Saiko, though not a lot, I'm really living up to my username oops
first of all, even though I'm not like, a shipper of mar34 (like what I stated before about ages being Weird and the fact that only PV managed to break my aroace Mario hcs and nobody else) I really like thinking of them in the Sun-Earth-Moon way
Sun Mario, Earth 4 and Moon 3
Sun Mario because he's the center of it all in the end, the world we know here wouldn't exist without him, just like if the Sun dies, we lose the world as we know it. Although he isn't exactly a leader in that way I think it still fits him well enough
I went on hard about Earth 4 and Moon 3 before but the way they connect that way- but the way how Moon and Earth are built of similar material, the same way how these 2 idiots are a lot more similar than they realise, even if the looks can be deceiving
also how neither would be the same without the other but especially 3
the way how our Moon even came to existence has angst potentials with the 2 just- ough
also the moon phases feeling like 3's stupid emotions in a way
like the tides, their relationship isn't exactly the most calm thing either
So you uh. see what I mean? Paragraphs for a headcanon
anyways, a short one, I like 4 just Saying Things, like he won't say super insane stuff but he'll say kinda gay things and other stuff without fully thinking about it. It doesn't happen all the time but it does when he panicks or doesn't think about it.
I also really like both 4 and 3 being not only self centered, but also cringe. That's pretty much canon. Even their classic versions were both cringe- the self centered part I don't remember right now. But genuinely, this is why I think it's funny when people hate them for being cringe, which, okay, whatever, but for BECOMING cringe, when they've always been. And I think they do worse things. In that one episode, I think it was the SMG4 are you okay? where they were playing dolls? I think they would do that more regularly than we're shown. It would definitely get chaotic and kinda gay honestly. Not because of the playing part but because they'd many times just make their dolls kiss or some shit like that and then like immediately stop
3 also has the vibe of like- If it sucks hit da bricks, except there's too many exceptions that stops him in that, maybe even too much to consider it fully- like money, when he's in a tight, perhaps trapped situation- or sometimes when it's about 4. He isn't always super lenient with him but in the end he always helps when 4 asks and he's not proud of himself for it. 4 has similar feelings in that regard, although he's a tinge bit more willing to help 3 when he needs to, referring to inspection for example where he only questioned 3 once really
bi 4 and pan 3 (with male pref) a classic but a classic for a good reason. Cuz it fits
I think they can. both wear heels but 4 never really finds the occasion to wear them and 3 just prefers platforms most of the time. Though neither would wear actually high heels, 3 doesn't even like thinking about it, 4 does but he's like, scared of it. 3 catching him watch videos of people people walking in high heels with an upset expression
that reminds me, 4's emotions. He expresses short term stuff really well. Cries easily. An emotional man in general. But if he gets like, Big Trauma moments, man bottles up. He might cry about it for like the first few days but it kinda stops helping him so just. doesn't bother. He hides it well, maybe a bit too well. Forcing himself to rest when he needs to, probably with ASMR in his ears so he has something to focus on instead of, Idk, the time when his biggest flaw almost got him and his guardian partner killed! It helps in the moment so that he can sleep. He will have nightmares sometimes but doesn't like to mention it to the others. On especially bad days though, he stays in bed a lot longer. But he never really lets it go too far, considering a certain person dressed in purple will bust his door down with his usual coffee, questioning if he's doing good in a not so nice tone. While it's comforting that 3 cares, it's not fun to be flipped out of bed by him so on days like that he reminds himself to get out or 3 will make him fly.
On that regard, 3 likes to usually check the secret cam in 4's room at times like these. As in each time something out of the ordinary happens. 4 thinks it's the cosmic link, which is only the weaker part of the equation. Like yes, 3 gets a feeling but like, 4 is sad a lot over the dumbest of things and the link isn't good at showing if it's the Chronic Sad coming out or if it's 4 crying at a random Dharmann video.
3 is, by nature, a really touchy person. However, the way his life went, he doesn't show it a lot. He gets really touchy with 4 because he's the first person he actually go comfortable with. He starts to mind it less from the crew in general though, BUT it takes a long time for him to admit that to them directly. They OBVIOUSLY know at that point.
Honestly, 3 in general has a hard time admitting things, sometimes even to himself ("me and 4 hugged in the igloo" HUGGED???? HUGGGED???? HUGGED???? sure BUDDY) and somehow only manages to confess things at his breaking points. Telling 4 how much he cares while drowning in goop, straight up calling himself 4's friend while dangling to his death, reaching his breaking point about his cafe not doing well ONLY in Trash Friends, you'll note he doesn't mention to anyone that he isn't doing well until then. I think he actually partly started writing in his notebook to try and admit things to himself. Besides obviously the emotional value of putting down your feelings on paper, I think it did help him. But not enough. At least he didn't need to be dangling at a cliff to admit that his cafe is not doing well. I also think he has a very similar relationship with his romantic feelings which I'm pretty sure he's aware of at this point.
my biggest hc is probably the love-hate at first sight, especially on 3's side. Like destined rivals in love or whatever. They don't actually realise it though. 4 gradually realises it over Perfect, and slowly gets comfortable to the idea but then catches himself- like genuinely I think he only calls 3 rizzless or insults him in that regard whenever he has the chance, especially with his thoughts in the Elevator ep, is BECAUSE he thinks 3 is hot and I think if someone asked him if he thinks 3 is hot, he would not give you a straight answer, in both ways. He would start bringing up excuses and sound really stupid. However if it's 3 asking 4 just rolls his eyes, reminds himself that 3 may but hot but he doesn't want to inflate his ego further.
They both have self worth issues tho. canon
3 has a problem with committing to things. Not just as in not doing them but doing them so actively it feels unhealthy and then never doing it ever again. For this reason, his streaming schedule is also really bad, catching him streaming is hard. Also gets the same way about spying on 4, which we've seen him do 2 times at this point.
I will only say this in short and will not elaborate so I don't have to put a community label on this thing. Power bottom 4
both 3 and 4 are rizzless, but 4 is way worse. Bad at flirting when he does it on purpose. The closest he comes to flirting is flustering 3 by being a bit too sincere about how important 3 is to him
4 really really likes to consider 3 his partner. Not even in the romantic manner but just like, his right hand man. Also the reason I think he made 3 his cohost in the News ep. Also why 3 is somehow the first person he will ask for help when something happens.
4 has sensitive skin in general. These 2 will cuddle and 3 can just. smell the typical sensitive neutral shower gel smell on 4 after he showers. Perhaps grows attached to it because him. He hates that about himself, thinking he's softie little bitch for doing that. Takes a long time tellling 4 and he wouldn't even have done if it wasn't for 4 asking what's up and even than, 3 is really rude about the way he tells him, calls 4 stupid and the smell of him meaningless. Which hurts 4 to hear but he would know better at that point. Would definitely immediately tease him about it and get decked.
4 is very careful when it comes to 3 but still fucks up. He goes from barely thinking about what he's saying to I Have To Google How To Apologise To Not Fuck This Up. But when he gets it right, he's careful, he's gentle, he figures out the right things to say to get to 3. Later on would probably play mindgames with him to get him to say how he feels if he's really refusing.
They're both night owls. Another reason why leading the cafe is hard for 3. Always looking groggy and lowkey pissed, people are usually more polite for this reason in the mornings when he has costumers, nobody wanting to piss 3 off too much, considering they're in a place with a fuck ton of explosives.
3 is the type of the wiki surf, he likes to read about random stuff. Has some seemingly useless knowledge which others get surprised at when they get to know.
neither really likes horror movies, however 4 is more likely to choose one for a movie night with 3 in hopes that they can be close and intimate but then they're just both scared and there's nothing intimate about it, they're both losers. They would also often argue about what movie to watch, wasting a lot of time with it as well.
3 is a theatre kid. canon. Also gets pissy about shittily made movies. Comments on technical things mercilessly. 4 likes to listen to him rant though.
4 is stupid in the kind of oblivious way. not about everything. basically canon. example for the first: him asking where he is when he's at the obstacle course with 3 in Forced Hold Hands, 3 doesn't. 4 is slow to catch onto things. However he will immediately notice when 3 is being soft. And teases him, obviously. Not in the "I want to humilliate him" way but in the "Aww he cares about me and I'm happy about it but I can't be mature about it because I have my own demons to fight"
4 bad posture. should be canon. we should be hearing him whine about back pain. then getting called old for it.
3 getting pain in his legs from moving around too much in the cafe. Like. it's a LOT more active and also something you need to standing up, while caring for memes and being a streamer isn't.
both 3 and 4 are ambiverts where they like to talk to people and being social but once their social battery runs out it becomes Pretty Hard. 4 gets more uninterested and silent while 3 just leaves like a brooding lone wolf.
Anyways, I should probably talk about other characters as well, huh?
Mario, he's.... so........... I love his "many" intellence 0 wisdom. Or at least very little. He's the type to scream and cheer when the DVD logo hits the corner perfectly. He has a bit of a shipper brain.......... he def also played dolls with 4 before. His wavering mental state which can easily change by circumstances + his will and determination basically endless make him great opponent.
hates cardio. canon
therapy Mario..... not even just 3 or 4 but literally the whole gang. If it appeared more, I think he would often be the guy to listen to his friends' concerns and fears.
great sense of smell and hearing but it can easily be overwritten by desires. For example, his desire of tasty tasty spaghetti eating making him not notice he ate trash in Trash Friends. Only doesn't bring up the igloo incident to others because the last time he brought it up off screen it didn't end well. He can also be nice sometimes, as a treat.
uuuuh Meggy! I like the idea of her being sort of the Prepared friend, as I wrote her in Sever the Ties. She just has Things when you need them, especially if it has to do with sports or kitchen accidents. She is very similar to 3 in that if something turns into a competition, they both have their common sense overwritten. 4 is also like this. Meggy is realy the only one who doesn't cause this, the other 2 do it all the time. She definitely has anger issues and isn't the best in general with handling such intense emotions. She's a lot more chill about love because she's mostly good with relationships. She will get nervous about dates and stuff, and becoming way too serious about which might scare away people who don't get her. Her determination in general can be a turn off for a lot of people (then there's.... certain people..... who admire her for it.... man I sure wonder who I'm talking about)
anyways, another random- Saiko. aro, sorry I just. I can't see her any other way. Loves her friends but just can't get down with love at all.
Not really the best with her emotions. Although not as bad as 3, she can still get rather aggressive. She's also the person in the crew who would complain in a restaurant. Probably doesn't have the best hearing considering the fact that not only is she in a band but it also isn't the calmest of music that they're playing. She also sometimes still misses having a chaotic life. I'm sad it hadn't been brought up since her last major appearance
can't really think of anything else right now, my mind became rather empty after all my rambling about 34 oops-
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hollyhomburg · 2 years
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Just thinking about all alpha bangtan again tonight, but this time I’m wondering about an au where like- alphas need nests to function but cannot make one of their own, and the m/c is a famous omega YouTuber/tictoker who specializes in nesting videos both povs, asmr, nesting material reviews, nesting tours and tutorials for anyone who wants to learn how to make a nest!
I’m just imaginging jk following one of her tutorials and one of the others walking in and him getting all shy but they won’t judge him- wouldn’t ever judge him for needing what all alphas need. And maybe they start to watch them too and pretty soon the whole pack is hooked on her soft sensual voice explaining why this or that layout is preferable for larger or smaller packs, why she likes these bed extenders Over others.
It’s addicting, it gives them something they could never have living with such busy schedules.
Each of them have a favorite video that they like to use to fall asleep; Jks favorite videos are the ones where she makes color coordinated nests or nests inspired by marvel characters. jins favorite are when she does eating asmr videos- something alpha in him sated by seeing an omega so pretty nesting and eating enough.
Jimin’s favorite episode is when she did a tour of her whole closet of nesting supplies (ie a small room in her apartment filled with shelves of blankets and pillows and stuffies). And similarly- taes favorite episode is titled “10 best nesting textures of all time” when she reveals to a scandalizes audience that she hates flannel with a passion, It makes him laugh so hard.
Hobi’s favorite is her unboxing and reviews- her clinical eye that he apreciates when she’s doing sponsorships or rateing her stuffy colection- that many many people seem to send in for her. He might send her something, just might- under a pseudonyM imagine his heart stopping when he watches a pr unboxing and the suffie (that he scented no less) ends up in her lap the whole time! And she even says it’s her favorite! Thanks the sender for scenting it too! And hobi knows just from how she presses her nose to it that she likes his scent
Yoongis favorite is her slow asmr style of video where she asks the camera brave questions like “is it okay if I use your jacket alpha? I want alpha at the center where the most important things go, you smell so nice you’ve got to scent it for me! And this one too” and other small ones that simulate her running her fingers through her alphas hair, they make him have full body shivers.
and namjoon? Namjoon’s favorite video is her tour of her personal nest, how simple and well lived in it is, it gets him every time how her body sags and goes all soft and doll like when she sits in it. The video that shows her falling asleep and purring while holding her favorite stuffie, a warn rabbit that often is featured in videos. Along with hobis little kaws plushie that remain near the head of her nest!
And she becomes like- pretty big, big enough that she starts to make waves in the omega modeling industry. She get sponsorships from well known companies and then! A designer brand! She gets invited to a gala and they beg their management to let them go so that they can meet her (and maybe turn up the flirting a little).
Imagine her suprise when some reporters get a little too handsy and an alpha she’s never met comes to her rescue- an alpha that smells oddly familiar.
and before you know it she’s makeing personal nesting videos for them and even offering to make a nest for them after concerts! And soon she’s got a video that breaks the internet titled “makeing a nest for idol alpha group bts!” And their courtship slowly blossoms from there 💜🥰 pretty soon the pack has her personal nest to come home too 🥺
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bog-witch-blair · 7 months
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Discovered some outtakes from the Narrator and here are a few of my favorites
"Insight read this, bitch"
"Welcome to fantasy spelling kids, think you know how to pronounce it? I think not!"
"Who did this word with FOUR apostrophes in it? That is some fantasy bullshit right there."
"Oh aren't you a big scary player character! What level are you now? Is it two? *gasp* You are so scary! You are so scary :D!"
Just the entire part where shes talking about "Groovy dancing eye spiders"
"The idea of a boat beckoning makes me really happy. Just like, 'Come aboard sailor ;)." It curls it's rudder at you enticingly. 'C'mon get on my deck love'"
"Nobody ever talks to me. I'm only the fucking dungeon master, its fine!"
"I just want a snack and someone to ask me to roll a dice."
"C'mon ladies get your tadpoles wriggling"
"You may know me from such things as lying on the sofa eating cheese for several months."
"It's the scent of Avernus. New by Calvin Klein."
"If you fancy Astarion, you might want to consider therapy."
"He's so damaged, I must have him!"
"Haha you rolled badly"
"The world continues to turn as you read EVERYTHING!"
"Me? I can't steal from anybody. I'm the GM, I have no hands!"
"It gets more atmospheric when they fuck up. We will reward you with some ASMR but you are fucked now."
"You can't go scrumping for cod Josh!"
"Apples? What are those? I'm gonna shoot a potato out of the sky! As nature intended."
"uuuhh where were we? Who am I? What day is it? Why do my arms hurt? This and other questions will never be answered."
"that could be the tagline for the ENTIRE game! Frantic. Bi. Energy."
"I'm a bard! I can fuck my way through any problem!"
"I seduce the door. Done it! I've got splinters places you DO NOT wanna know about but I'm through."
"We live in horny jail, you can't send us there! We've got the keys!"
"Go on, do it, jump in a well, see what happens."
"Make a wish. I wish i wasn't stuck in this well."
"Somebody studied Shakespeare and now its EVERY BODIES PROBLEM."
"Aww aren't they having a nice time. But you're gonna die. A LOT."
"I'm a professional I can say the word 'erected' without laughing. Once."
"Conceal your tadpoles gentlemen! We're entering combat!"
"Yay fish people! *fish people noises*"
"I have exceptionally moist ankles. Send Victorian text."
"Can I swallow that semicolon?"
"Gary tried to romance the town prostitute and started a war. Well done Gary!"
"He rolled poorly. He's lucky I don't rip his face off and melt it like Plasticine."
"Got a tadpole! Hello, slippery friend!"
"There we go! Read it like a grown up! Who isn't laughing at the word 'tug' or 'meat'."
"Like a sexy plaque. Get a load of the font on that."
"I am the problem and I am fully aware. But I've made the decision to inflict me on everyone else."
"Your call into the abyss is important to us. Please shout again."
"Who looted Shadowheart's box? C'mon, hands up! Astarion don't look away, I know it was you."
"Can we try that again, but move the comma to the other side of the but? *stifled laughter* You got it buddy."
"Dreamy interspersed with squirrels"
"Hallucinogenic delivery! Hi I've got a pizza for you! Also a Picasso face. try not to look too closely everything gonna start swirling."
"'He's coiled like a spring, hand inching towards his weapon.' *hysterical laughter* Oh fuck, ah shit. what, who wrote that? Oh god, that's just FILTH."
"Baldur's Gate: After Dark. It's a little bit sexy but you are gonna be covered in blood at the end."
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stargazeraldroth · 1 year
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Dark Choco Cookie Headcanons
 ... But they’re all very specific to how I interpret his character and includes self-projection, because I am due for a reality check and God has not been vibing with my rancid maladaptive daydreaming.
(PS: I won’t be doing any headcanons regarding the Strawberry Jam Sword because all of my headcanons are tied to one of my OCs, so yeah)
TW (CW?) for mentions of suicidal ideation and eating disorders (there’s nothing too in-depth or detailed, but they do get mentioned). If there’s anything I missed you can add them in the tags
- He’s demiromantic asexual
- The “Young Prince” costume/stage of his character represents his teenage years. I’m thinking from about... maybe 14-18? When do people in South Korea get officially recognized as adults? (since, y’know, Dark Cacao Kingdom is based on Korea)
- He was an absolute menace during his teenage years. I’m talking an absolute GREMLIN. Absolutely feral. If there’s a way to get into trouble, he’s doing it. Dark Cacao Cookie had to get a child leash for his TEENAGER
- This man cannot cook for shit. If any of you play Genshin Impact, think of the Raiden Shogun and how you literally cannot use her to cook, except its worse. You guys know those jokes about people cooking and some unknown substance comes out, but it’s actually alive? THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS. You let this man make ANYTHING, be prepared to deal with the Living Abyss 2.0 because he’s recreating the Licorice Sea in that pot
- With that being said, there’s even a sign in the Black Citadel and COD’s lair that reads “Dark Choco Cookie, NO”. Bro isn’t even allowed to step foot into a kitchen anymore (the Cookies of Darkness learned the hard way)
Poison Mushroom Cookie: Do you remember... the Shroomies incident?
Pomegranate Cookie: We agreed to never speak of the Shroomies incident ever again.
- Similar to how I headcanon Dark Cacao Cookie, Dark Choco Cookie is actually fully resistant/immune to the cold. If anything, it just makes him stronger. On the contrary, he doesn’t do well with hotter temperatures and will literally get sick is exposed to heat for too long
- He is... gender~ (when I picture him in my head, I do not picture a man nor a woman. I picture gender)
- When he was younger, he had a music box that he treasured a lot. It would help him fall asleep as a child and the nostalgic value carried into his teenage years. It’s still in his old bedroom, collecting dust, and playing it will only give a sad, broken version of the once lovely melody
- He knows how to dox (is it spelled dox or doxx) people, but he’s never done it because he doesn’t have a reason to (just you wait Pomegranate Cookie)
- Bro probably has insomnia and an eating disorder, or had them at some point in the past
- He has a weird obsession with lemon-scented cleaning products. If it doesn’t smell like lemons, or at least like some kind of citrus, he’s not using it
- He has/had a habit of running his hand through his hair, playing with his hair, chewing his hair, and just... holding it in his mouth. After his hair got cut short, he would instinctively reach back to grab his hair, only to grab nothing
- He has severe ADHD and autism (if I have to suffer them so does he)
- He has a math-related disability. The numbers just don’t compute, the logic doesn’t work. He can do basic math and that’s it (same as above)
- He plays Skyrim and somehow always ends up as a stealth archer thief
- He watches ASMR compilations to fall asleep and never ends up falling asleep
- He gets the crispy chicken sandwich from McDonald’s
- His favorite sodas are Dr. Pepper and the cherry Pepsi and Coke
- He listens to a combo of Melanie Martinez, Vocaloid, Billie Eilish, Twenty One Pilots, you get the idea
- When he was younger, he was very curious about the Licorice Sea, almost to a concerning degree. There were many times where he would try to sneak away to the shore to get closer to it, in some cases being caught trying to go into the sea. During the COD’s mission, even though he was able to keep himself from wandering off, they noticed how he seemed to absentmindedly stare into the horizon of the ocean. To this day, no one knows why he was kept in such a trance by the cursed waters
- When he was younger, like teenage years, he struggled with intense pyromaniac tendencies. He could not be left alone with matches, lighters, explosives, anything
- While he’s not actively suicidal, he is passively suicidal
- He has maladaptive daydreaming (bro imagine how boring and empty his childhood was)
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r0-boat · 1 year
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If poke men had Audio Accounts part 3.
Galar part 1(??)
Smut mentioned below
Gn!reader
CW: no sex but mentions of noncon, yandere, breeding.
Kabu
Body exercise ASMR, (lol jk)One of the poor men that got roped into this.
He had a health and exercise YouTube account and then his viewer starts to simp for his voice.
Tries to ignore it at first until the comments get annoying.
During one of his lives he gets fed up getting closer to the mic and practically growling, " you will behave yourselfs."
That's it that's all you're getting from him... For now ;)
Raihan
At first started out as a funny joke but then the slope was too slippery and now he's deep. If this man is going to do something he's going to go all out .only made one because he heard as a rumor Leon was doing it
Probably has a voice changer because over his dead body he's going to let people find out.
Content mostly starts out vanilla, but slowly he ends up liking it more and more. And his kinks will eventually bleed through.
He is too busy in his real life to post Too often, but when he does, oh boy, you're in for a real treat. He mostly makes audio when he's extremely horny, and his hand isn't enough. Occasionally he will do pillow talk(sfw) and cute little boyfriend experiences.
And very much, dom sometimes switches if he Vibes with the script. It has an absolute hard-on for historically inspired or fantasy Scripts. (he loves it so much that his profile picture and Avatar are a dragon). Call him a furry he'll kill you
Pet name a for listener:
Baby/babe
Beautiful/handsome
Sweet listener(s)
Sweetheart
Milo
Milo gets high
Got high and made it, even posted a ramble fap while high as balls. Poor Baby was blushing the entire time, his finger trembling over the delete button....well... maybe just one post.
Personal headcannon: that Milo has a really high sex appetite; however, just his hand or toys aren't enough anymore. So does it whenever he's really horny
Listen, when hearing that sweet voice of his, most people assume he's vanilla, but that's oh so far from the truth. His account is absolutely down fucking bad, all the dark yandere content, all the non-con everything. Make sure he tags everything and links his Aftercare audio and even makes softer versions that have the special Aftercare after.
He wanted to delete this at first but now he's in too deep and letting loose his more darker desires just feels sooooo good.
Out of all the men, Milo has done audios the longest; he rarely collabs or does scripts because of the sheer embarrassment, so usually, he makes his own. Buuut occasionally, he'll see something like "plant man gives mate aphrodisiac, breeds them till they pass out" he can't fucking help but fill it.
Pet names for listener
Mine/play thing
Mate ( monster men audios)
Darlin'
Honey
Leon
Mostly SFW and vanilla, playing as the cute supportive boyfriend, but occasionally will dabble in Darker Scripts. A voice changer is a must. A lot of people recognize him by just his voice. He also does actual ASMR because ASMR genuinely helps him sleep.
Monster fucker, has a weekly segment called Monster Mondays, where he picks a monster script and does it.
If Leon never became Champion, I still think he would have become the Pokemon equivalent of a YouTuber or somewhere in the Limelight still... as much as Leon loves being champion. He wishes he had a little more freedom to do what he wants without a camera on him at all times. He loves every single one of his listeners, and he wishes he could share his real voice someday. At least he could play with the settings and make his voice sound higher or deeper...
He mostly script reads but wishes he had time to write his own. But he always goes all out on Halloween
When Schedule lightens up when he's no longer champion to start writing his own scripts, even making his own characters to use in his audios. ( maybe he starts dabbling in more kinkier things.)
Pet names for listener:
Cutie/cuties
Sweetie
Babe/baby
Love
Piers
Honestly does not give a fuck if people recognize his voice, he only cares about his little sister finding it and he have to explain. No way in hell he's going to do that.
Maybe it's best if they didn't recognize his voice because he does dabble in more darker kinks. Yandere is probably his favorite. Like Leon and Milo he just wants to let loose sometimes, even if it's not much he still has to keep somewhat of a Public Image if he wants to keep his career.,
He's extremely talented with his voice and honestly doesn't really something that changes his voice but you can never be too safe.
Makes his own Scripts because they're hardly any scripts out there he likes. Actually he only does audios that he likes if you don't like it too bad. He's very specific on what he wants done so he just makes his own stuff.
" no I don't actually enjoy this, this is just a hobby to kill time" Peirs as he's writing a script for a 10-part series about an extremely popular band singer falling in love with listener.
Pet names for listener
Darling
Love/lovely
Doll
Babe/baby
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