#basic things like sleeping and eating don’t come natural to me

[sweet-as-an-angel]

I read your yandere dilf post just before going to sleep and had a very interesting dream as a result: yandere Wild West Outlaw!

He takes you hostage to keep the rangers from going after him after a robbery. You’re tied up in front of him on his horse and after riding away from town for a long time he doesn’t set you down somewhere like you expected but takes you with him into his hideout.

Bonus: he‘s (basically) masked > bandana covering half his face and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes

Yandere Wild West Outlaw! Headcanons

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, Stockholm Syndrome, Masked Outlaw ;), Petnames, Killing, Mentions of Robbery, Non-Consensual Voyeurism/Surveillance, Description of Injury & Blood, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.

A/N: Anon, I am in love with this concept !

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose body encompasses yours, his chest to your back and his arms caging you as he grips the horse’s reigns, his breathing steady as if he hadn’t just committed a multitude of crimes. Then again, considering how proficient he was at wiping the inn clean of all its savings and tying you up on his horse before the rangers could even arrive, you suspected this was not the first time he’d done this. Nor would it be the last.

♡ Yandere Outlaw says very little after he abducted you, his last words being sharp commands, laden with a calmness you would never have expected from a man holding an entire building hostage.

♡ And, in your terror, you said nothing to him, your back to his front as he rode to nowhere discernible, the civilised, populated terrain of your home town having melted away hours ago.

♡ No, the Outlaw gave nothing away. Even after days of being forced to travel with him to what you could only pray would be a town – somewhere for him to dispose of you before taking to the canyons again – he said nothing.

♡ He’d offer you food, and, after the first 24 hours of starving yourself out of sheer distrust – or principle, as you wanted to see it – you succumbed to your famine.

♡ Yandere Outlaw would feed it to you before disappearing behind whatever cover lay nearby – oftentimes his horse – and eat.

♡ Whatever lay beneath his bandana was a mystery to you. And it only took you trying to see what he looked like once to see that your endeavour was a hopeless one.

♡ You’d strained and leaned past the point of no return, falling onto your side.

♡ And Outlaw came back into view, adjusting his bandana back over his nose, the shadow cast over his eyes by his hat much like that descending over the valley you now inhabited.

♡ Your heart stammered as he grew closer, the spurs of his boots the land equivalent to the fin of a shark as Outlaw came to a stop before you.

♡ He got to one knee, so quietly that you could see why nobody ever saw him coming, and, brushing a lock of hair from your face with a gloved hand, chuckled.

♡ Low and rumbling, like an earthquake. Or one of God’s many natural disasters. A gruff, brief thing as ephemeral as life itself. 

♡ “Don’t get yourself all scuffed up now, Darlin’,” he says. His hand trails from just behind your ear, tracing your jaw, the tendons in your neck, stopping just short of where your shirt hangs above your collar bones.

♡ You think that you hear him hiss. So sibilant and soft you’re unsure whether you perhaps imagined it and rather heard the conversation of pit vipers laying just below the hard sand beneath your ear.

♡ Outlaw’s head tilts, his face no clearer to you now as it was days ago, especially now with the setting sun casting a misplaced halo about his hat-clad head, his front shadowed. Two sides, one a light facade, the other his true nature.

♡ “You’re no good to me broken.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw whose only elaboration of that cryptic sentiment comes in the form of another day’s travel, during which you remained firmly bound – and gagged at one juncture when you made the mistake of crying for help when you spotted a lone merchant out on the open road.

♡ Yandere Outlaw neutralised that channel of freedom for you very quickly with a crack of a bullet, leaving you glassy-eyed and breathless as he ransacked the merchant’s travel cabin, taking all manner of valuables.

♡ “Why, thank you, Darlin’,” he says, his gloved hand coming to rest on your knee, clapping down on you and making you jump – shriek. And he squeezes with all the familiarity of someone who’s done this before.

♡ “Wouldn’t’a found this here haul if you hadn’t tried to scream your pretty little head off.”

♡ Yandere outlaw knows that’s isn’t quite true; he’s an excellent tracker, and an even better marksman. He’d have found this travelling man on his own eventually; the outcome would have been identical. But you didn’t need to know that.

♡ The gag was practically useless after that, for your desire to keep others from the same fate as the travelling salesman had you quiet as a mouse.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can sense how rigid you are – less so than you were when he’d first taken you, but you still felt…different. You were loose in the way that submission often made people slaves to fatigue, to their fate. And he couldn’t help but wonder if you’d succumbed to yours so soon, especially when, as you finally drifted off to sleep after a day and a half without it, you leaned into his chest, head to his shoulder.

♡ Unwillingly, of course. Your exhaustion weighed you down, lead. You had no control over your unconscious body, regardless of how repulsive you found the pillow you were leaning on.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can’t help but let his gaze drift from the open canyon ahead, gradually giving way to caves and rocky rivers, to your face. You were tranquil in sleep, brew no longer knotted in worry, or fear. Just…sleep.

♡ Yandere Outlaw could feel his hands twitching, the urge to touch you creeping up behind him the longer he stared at your vulnerable form.

♡ Yandere outlaw who, for a second, and a second only, let his hand slip from the reigns and slither, slowly, to your knee, up the expanse of your clothed thigh.

♡ Yandere Outlaw’s heart who, for the first time in a long time, beats at a humming bird’s pace when you shift in your slumber, making him withdraw.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, watching, waiting for you to settle back into sleep, kept his hands from you the rest of the night. Though temptation beckons him to do otherwise.

♡ Yandere Outlaw shifted behind you, waking you. Only when you were torn from a dream of being anywhere but here did you realise the horse had come to a stop, an unfamiliar breeze settling over you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, unsaddling you from the horse, carries you like a bride in his arms, kicking open the door to an abode you didn’t even know was there.

♡ Yandere Outlaw sets you down beside a pole, tying you to it. Tightly.

♡ “Welcome home, Dollface,” he says, hands settling on his belt as he watches your eyes jump from one corner to another, taking in these new surroundings, these new circumstances.

♡ Of course, you don’t accept the conditions Outlaw has roped you into. Not without a fight.

♡ Yandere Outlaw, as a result, had to keep his eye on you when you initially began your residence with him. 

♡ For the first couple of weeks, he’d take you to the waterfall to bathe every other day; would watch you as you did so. At first, bashful and uncomfortable, you’d asked him to turn around as you stood exposed. To which the Outlaw just laughed. “Ain’t much worth lookin’ at,” he’d reassured you.

♡ Yandere outlaw who tells you exactly how the day’s going to go.

♡ “You’re gonna cook whatever I bring back. Y’understand ?”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who initially only lets you chop up vegetables and bread, withholding the excuse to use a sharp knife from you by intentionally not collecting any meat.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, before taking even a bite of the meal you prepare, makes you taste it first. “I know you little crafty types; poison enough in your veins to kill a horse.”

♡ Translation: “You’re having this first to make sure it’s not going to kill me.”

♡  Yandere Outlaw who, after that initial hurdle, though he won’t admit it, feels his tongue practically bursting with flavour when he tastes your soup for the first time. Though, he keeps it under wraps, his form hidden behind a wall, his bandana pulled down.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, with little alternative to offer you, makes you sleep in his bed.

♡ “Either that, or you’re sleepin’ outside.”

♡ He still wears the bandana btw, and wears a sleep mask over his eyes.

♡ He doesn’t touch you. Not in intentional ways, it would seem.

♡ Not at first.

♡ A light brush of the hand here and there. 

♡ Sure, the urge to bask in the aura of the most beautiful person he’s ever seen is pretty overwhelming for the Outlaw. Especially since he doesn’t understand why he feels this way, never having felt it for anyone else before.

♡ Sure, he’s taken others, some much more enthusiastic than others (you don’t get to his level of notoriety without attracting a few hundred fans).

♡ So, when you’re asleep, an arm and a leg bound to the bedpost, he watches you.

♡ He tells himself it’s for his own safety, to make sure you’re not going to reach for a weapon and gut him like a pig.

♡ But when he sees your gentle face, he knows you’re incapable of that

♡ He likes to think that you’re incapable of anything without him around. Makes him feel bigger, stronger.

♡ So why exactly was he still looking upon you into the late hours of the night ?

♡ Over time, his resolve begins to crack.

♡ Especially with every aspect of your partnership accounted for.

♡ The baths, the bed sharing, the homemade cooking – it’s just all so…

♡ Domestic.

♡ But, that doesn’t make Outlaw trust you any more than the day he first took you. Not yet, at least.

♡ Despite his confidence in his own ability to keep you here, he knows the indomitable human spirit is strong enough to break through every precaution. And, just in case you do manage to escape, he’s making sure you can’t pick him out of a lineup if you make it to law enforcement – if the vultures don’t pick you off first.

♡ Yandere Outlaw makes you cook every night, under the guise of you “Needin’ your strength to straighten this place out.”

♡ Yandere Outlaw who appoints you as his head housekeeper, making it your sole responsibility to be the “homemaker” of the two of you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who feels strange when he sees you with one of his shirts tied about your waist – a makeshift apron – who doesn’t even recognise this feeling as domesticity. Warmth. That feeling of security having been deprived of him all his life.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who wonders what you’d look like wearing one of his shirts.

♡ And something in his brain chemistry changes.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, during your river baths, knocks your clothes into the stream when you’re not looking, offering you his shirt when you’re ready to come out.

♡ “Y’really should be careful,” he tells you, swallowing thickly as the neckline of his shirt dips below your collarbones, drowning you. He looks away, not trusting that the feeling coiling in his lower half won’t spring out at any moment. “Men might take advantage of a pretty lil’ thing like you. Especially when you’re so…” A shiver shoots up his spine. “Vulnerable.”

♡ Your clothes seem to disappear not long after that, leaving you only with whatever consisted of the Outlaw’s wardrobe.

♡ You notice that he seems to disappear at odd hours of the day, leaving you to your chores while he does something.

♡ Little do you know that the something he is doing is a secret he’ll take to his grave.

♡ The sight of you in his shirts, of you in the river, is too much for him.

♡ He takes to hiding out in a densely vegetated patch of land behind the cabin to…relieve himself of his thoughts of you. Thoughts he’s used to sustaining for perhaps a second or two when it came to his prior conquests. Thoughts that, now, a month into your capture, extend long into his nights and speckle his logic when he’s on a mission.

♡ It’s dangerous, he knows; to have his mind elsewhere while he risks his life for the loot he so desires. But he can’t deny that they make him feel human. Normal.

♡ Despite how un-normal this entire situation is.

♡ It takes every ounce of his restraint not to just tie you down and take you while you sleep beside him, make you scream and cry for him as he empties his frustration and, dare he say, lust, into you.

♡ But, he doesn’t want to scare you off.

♡ Doesn’t want to see your eyes light up in fear whenever he enters the room.

♡ He wants something else.

♡ Something that he doesn’t have a word for.

♡ It’s only when he happens across a conversation with you, asking you if you had “A lover boy back home,” that he found the word he was looking for.

♡ You wince at the question, the memory of your life away from this situation salt in an unhealed wound.

♡ “No,” you tell him, your honesty a virtue. “Haven’t been in a relationship yet.”

♡ Relationship.

♡ It felt right to the Outlaw when he heard it; especially coming from you.

♡ It sticks with him the rest of the day, and while you’re cooking dinner, washing the Outlaw’s clothes, dusting the sparse furniture, he’s got one thing on his mind.

♡ How to get you into a relationship with him.

♡ He’s completely unequipped to deal with someone on such an intimate level, so he uses all his knowledge he’s gathered while seducing and bedding others to piece together a game plan.

♡ First, he needs to know what you like. He remembers from that one time a woman hit him with her shoe when he forgot her name ten minutes after meeting her.

♡ So, he starts hanging around you (much) more often, making you sit down and tell him about yourself.

♡ As he makes you spend time in his company, he comes to learn of the fanciful little things you enjoy.

♡ At first, the details are dry and few and far between, with you giving very little about yourself away.

♡ But, as his persistence drags into days, you eventually just start telling him whatever he asks, so long as it’s not too personal.

♡ Or painful.

♡ Whenever the outlaw can see you're starting to become upset, being reminded of your circumstances, he eases up on the personal questions and just asks superficial ones.

♡ “How’re ya feeling today ?” “D’ya eat well this mornin’ ?” “D’ya need me to dust a shelf down or something’ ?”

♡ His miniscule acts of selflessness are extensions of his effort to make you at least not hate him. Though you didn’t know this. His thought process was still an enigma to you.

♡ He also stalks you in his own home.

♡ Listens to you sing while you complete your tasks, your voice the softest thing he’s heard since…well, ever.

♡ Yandere Outlaw who, when he embarks on a hunt, never tells you where or when, and never even the how.

♡ The only clue you’ll ever be given as to his nigh-weekly excursions are trinkets he brings with him. Ones which you thought he’d pawn elsewhere in the county at a later date, or bury in the canyon somewhere.

♡ Until he offers them to you.

♡ At first, you’re not sure what to make of these…gifts ?

The first time he gave you one, he said nothing, only watching you.

♡ You swore you could see his shoulders heaving beneath his jacket, something almost feral in his demeanour. Pressurising.

♡ And, with the possibility of what could happen to you should you decline these acts of…generosity…You just take them, uttering a quiet “Thank you,” before putting them in a kitchen cabinet, unsure of the intent behind them.

♡ The first few times this happened, you were befuddled.

♡ Yet, with how gently the Outlaw placed them in your hands, with how intense his gaze was, even though you couldn’t see it beneath the permanent shadow across his brow, you could feel it.

♡ It was only one evening when the Outlaw returned with yet more loot that the meaning behind the trinkets became apparent.

♡ His hand disappears into the inside pocket of his jacket, and he withdraws a small box; rounded and bejewelled like an idol. He comes to stand before you, and, shoulders pinned abc and rigid, you swallow. Thickly.

♡ He looks down at the box, and,his finger dragging along the edge, slowly, he relinquishes it to you.

♡ And, by pure force of habit, you accept.

♡ You turn the box gingerly between your fingers, the dim candlelight from within the cabin just barely warding off the black of the night, setting the precious stones welded within the metal alight.

♡ “Well,” the Outlaw says, making you jump. You look up at him, eyes wide.

♡ “Open it.”

♡ He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

♡ Swallowing again, your gaze skitters back to the box.

♡ And, with bated breath, you lift the lid.

♡ A delicate, silver melody slithers from the portal you’ve opened, a serpentine tune wrapping around your mind, vivid, beloved memories riding on its feathered wings.

♡ Your favourite song.

♡ For a moment, one sweet, fragile moment, you’re not here.

♡ You’re back at home, in a warm bed that is yours and yours alone, surrounded by the people who matter most to you, any celebration mankind can conjure not even a whisper of the joy you feel in this scene.

♡ And then, as the wind blows autumn leaves from the human mind, the memory is gone, taken away by reality realising it has neglected you.

♡ You’re looking into nothing now, the apparition of your past slipping from you, your eyes wavered and muffled with…

♡ Tears.

♡ In your periphery, just outside the realm of reality you’re returning to, the Outlaw’s drilling gaze drops from you to the floor ina  rare show of anticipation. A hand comes to the back of his neck, where he squeezes the skin. A stress ball.

♡ “Do you…” he begins, “Do ya like it ?”

♡ Your stare inches from the void up to the outlaw’s hidden face.

♡ Perhaps if he had a discernible human feature, you could sense anticipation there. But as it stood, this was no man, but a phantom.

♡ One which must have heard and remembered that tune you often sang while completing chores.

♡ You couldn’t take it.

♡ To have him acknowledge the memory – to make it more real – nailed your coffin shut.

♡ And you broke down.

♡ When you crumpled into a pile, the Outlaw took a step back, one hand reaching for his holster; a knee-jerk reaction.

♡ And what little solace he could offer came in a most inconspicuous display.

♡ The Outlaw got to one knee, now at your level.

♡ And, with a careful hand, he placed a gloved finger upon your shoulder. Then another. Then another.

♡ Spidery and unfamiliar, foreign, the Outlaw’s actions were jerky, janky, an unoiled machine. But he was trying.

♡ When his hand lay against the curve of your shoulder, you did not move. Did not shunt him off or scream at him to let go.

♡ You remained where you were, weeping into your shirt apron.

♡ And the Outlaw, with a fiery grip encircling his heart, feeling brewing in his centre, stronger than all those implicatures and desires. This was solid, unlike the quicksand foundations upon which the Outlaw’s every emotion was built upon.

♡ Was this…

♡ Empathy ?

♡ His grip on your shoulder tightened, the revelation swarming through him like locusts.

♡ He swallowed. Tried thinking through the orchestra in his mind.

♡ “S’okay,” he said. To you, and to himself. His fingers moved gently, your skin and muscle warm through the leather of his gloves. “You’re okay.”

♡ Things changed after that.

♡ He no longer forced you to sleep in the same bed as him, instead bringing back with him a fine silk cover from one of his trips, gifting it to you.

♡ Yet, you still chose to sleep in the same bed as him.

♡ “It’ll be getting cold soon,” you said. “WIth winter coming, and all.”

♡ And, while this new feeling, raw and fresh, was…nice compared to the emptiness that often lingered in his chest, the Outlaw couldn’t help but feel weakened by this influx of emotion.

♡ When he tried to have his alone time with his thoughts of you, he felt…wrong.

♡ Ashamed.

–

♡ You were used to him disappearing for days at a time. Hell, you'd come to expect it at this point in your captivity.

♡ But something about tonight felt...off.

♡ Not that you'd ever admit it, even to yourself, but with the amount of time you'd spent together these last few months, you no longer hated being in his company.

♡ In fact, on the days he would be gone from the early hours of the morn to the late hours of the evening, you could even say you...missed it.

♡ And, unfortunately, despite your every instinct swaying you otherwise, you find that to be the case now.

♡ But, more than that, you're concerned. Something you'd never thought you'd feel for a murderer, a thief. Your kidnapper.

♡ And your pacing, your lip-chewing, your nail-biting are all proven justified when the Outlaw slams against the front door, stumbling through.

♡ At first, you just watch, ready to yell, to ask where he's been the last few days, until you see it.

♡ A bloodied handprint on the door.

♡ He staggers in, swaying on uneven footing, his breathing stifled,as if through a thin straw. He wheezes, collapsing into the doorframe beside him.

♡ And you rush to him. As if he wasn't the one who put you here to begin with. As if whatever's bringing him to his knees now wasn't justified, provoked.

♡ But you don't think of any of that, your mind filled only with the fact that nobody knows you're out here. Without guidance, you'd be dead before you reached the edge of the canyon encompassing your hiding place.

♡ You needed him alive.

♡ After wrestling him onto his bed, almost buckling beneath his weight, you found the source of his downfall.

♡ A wound; bullet-bitten and bleeding, a rouge flower burgeoning with the promise of extinction.

♡ You tried getting him to talk, to tell you what to do. But his voice was barely a whisper, instead using what little seeping strength that remained to point to a cabinet.

♡ Inside, you found what you knew would be needed to heal him. Whether it – you – could save him, though, was another story.

♡ You tried taking his bandana off to see if he was hurt elsewhere, but to no avail. Despite the life draining from his body, he somehow found it in himself to stop you, to place a gloved, trembling hand atop yours, an imploring aura to the gesture.

♡ Don't.

♡ And, for the first time, beneath the dim light of the cabin, you could see something human on him.

♡ It existed only in the form of a shimmer beneath the shadow of his hat, his face still very much obscured, yet the emotions on it were not.

♡ You recognised this emotion, for you'd worn it yourself, both inwardly and out, for the last three months.

♡ Fear.

♡ In its purest and most carnal form.

♡ And a voice, strained with either agony or disuse.

♡ “Help me.”

♡ Throughout the night, you tended to Outlaw's wound. A maw-like, gaping thing it was, spouting blood as one would bucket water out of a sinking boat.

♡ Luckily, you didn't have to worry about shrapnel; the bullet went clean through outlaw's side, leeaving only the aftermath and not the instigator. You managed to stop the bleeding, use the stitching on Outlaw's shirt (which was basically yours now) to sew the wound closed.

♡ For the first time, Outlaw was uncharacteristically human.

♡ Sure, you'd seen the scars on his back when he bathed, the many brushes with death he'd encountered, some advancing into a dance, much like this night's escapade had been.

♡ But you knew, somewhere, somehow, that without another pair of hands here, Outlaw likely wouldn't have pulled through.

♡ Not this time.

♡ And now, here you sat, at Outlaw's beck and call, his bedside your new home.

♡ You watched over him, the cabin silent, the night just as quiet. Even the crickets seemed to chirp quieter, either out of fear or respect for the almost dearly departed.

♡ And, looking up from the massacre on the bed, your gaze swept the room. And you realise something.

♡ The front door, which neither you, nor Outlaw locked, is unguarded.

♡ Yandere outlaw is riddled with sleep, his agony having stripped him of his energy and his strength.

♡ So...why hadn't you tried to escape yet ?

♡ Looking over at Outlaw, sound asleep, you realised just how easy it would be to walk out that door.

♡ Sure, you might get lost. Might die of hypothermia during the freezing hours of a dessert night, but with enough layers, food and water, you saw no reason as to why you couldn't just leave right now.

♡ After all, it wasn't like you'd be killing Outlaw if you left. Sure he might die of infection, or blood loss if his stitches come undone. But you'd at least tried to help him. So your conscience wasn't going to be the issue.

♡ So what was stopping you ?

♡ Looking back at the Outlaw, you felt strange.

♡ The urge to protect him, to care for him, outweighed even your greatest notion of escape, which explained why the thought to do so hadn't hit you until just now.

♡ You bit your lip, looking between Outlaw and the door.

♡ Both options were tantilisingly easy to pursue, and yet only one would be available to you, the other perishing if you ignored it.

♡ Maybe hours passed. Maybe it was mere minutes.

♡ But watching the Outlaw sleep, at his most vulnerable, with his pleading “Help me,” rattling around in your mind, the choice already seemed to be made for you. You just didn't want to tell yourself exactly why. 

♡ So...you stayed.

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[satoruhour]

reader x toji where they hav an argument nd the reader dresses slutty and suddenly has plans at the club w her friends. but toji doesnt like that 🫣

a/n: IM HERE . IM HERE SORRY IVE BEEN RB-ING SO MANY THINGS !!!! but i promise im writing hahahaha. but also i dont owe anyone an explanation! enjoy anon!

wc: 1.4k

warnings: toji picks ur lock w/ a bobby pin lol, reader is a little mean LMFAO but #valid, dom!toji, pussy drunk tojiiiii, implied overstimulation, oral / cunnilingus (from the back + face-sitting + lying on ur back), exhibitionism? (reader is on call with her friends but her girls don’t know she’s getting eaten out!), implied unprotected p -> v sex @ the end, implied creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut

“yeah— but you didn’t have to say it like that!” you huffed out at your boyfriend, or so you thought, because you probably had read too much into this relationship, heart tearing apart when toji simply said he was with his woman, with benefits while on the phone with shiu. 

you tsked when toji opened his mouth to explain, a distraught expression on his face that implied it was a slip of his mouth but even then you were relentless about the simple slip-up that meant a lot to you. it wasn’t often that toji had anything but an indifferent expression on him and you’d relish in his panicking face with a smug grin if it wasn’t for your rage.

“stupid fucker — still thinkin’ i’m just some bitch he fucks like he doesn’t whine for me in his sleep,” you grumble to yourself mindlessly later, phone blowing up from the messages from your friends while you scour through various outfits that slowly flood your bed. 

No way he said that!!!! Wtf???? Who does he think he is?

let’s bring u out tonight babe. wear sum cute

yeah!!. Let’s get ur mind off of that lame fella . he still kinda hot tho…

it’s messy and there’s a continuous clash of colour with each skirt or top you pull out and you groan in annoyance, so you take a shower — and it’s not all that better either, mulling over that dreaded sentence while lathering yourself up, while washing it off, getting dressed. it pisses you off so much that a man’s words can affect you so much, but that’s the price you pay when it comes to toji.

the toji who gives you a crushed, bloody bouquet after coming back from one of his dangerous missions, the toji who grumbles while he pushes the last nugget in the mcdonald’s box toward you despite loving it, the toji who likes to feel your body against his because he’s said that the mere sensation of you pressed up against him is enough to make him cum.

you scoff when you hear a knock on the door, in the midst of pulling an extremely short skirt up your hips with your ass basically peeking out from under it, paying it no mind before securing a tube around your bust.

“shut the fuck up!” you bark back when toji knocks again and there’s silence altogether, rolling your eyes when there’s a dramatic sigh from behind the wooden door and your feet naturally has you swerving away from the bed to open up the door, if not for the call from your girls that come in. the ringtone echoes throughout the room, distracting you from the professional work being done by toji with one of your bobby pins.

with phone on the bed, it’s led to your ass being propped up while you’re on your hands, butt facing the door with a full on display of your miniskirt and the very lacey underwear toji’s gotten for you for your anniversary. it was a petty move, you know — everything felt right when you pulled the material over your legs after your shower, not expecting yourself to pick up such a revealing bottom.

but now you know everything definitely felt right when those panties pooled at one of your ankles that hang off the bed while you’re trying not to whimper into the call with your girls who’s just so excited to see you. it’s a wonder they haven’t already heard the sloppy noises of toji eating it from the back, hands gripping onto your ass cheeks so hard they form bruises and you don’t have it in you to give a fuck when the other licks a hot, long stripe up your folds.

“left the house already, hon?” one of your friends ask and you’re gripping so tightly onto the phone that it hurts a little, not missing the way toji mumbles out that your pussy tastes as sweet as ever.

“uh— ah! n-not yet!” you squeal when toji smiles into your cunt and you absolutely hate how your hips shimmy toward him instinctively when your boyfriend pulls on your thighs to bring you closer, “i’ll leave soon, o-okay— mm—”

“babe?”

“okay bye!” you panic and press the large red button, hanging up immediately before your moans increase in volume immediately and your head dips into the bedsheets. the man eats pussy like a starved man, slobbering over your pussy while his nose just takes in your scent and arousal — something that’s gotten him hooked since day one. your leaking hole, your sensitive clit, your twitching thighs. god, toji loved every part of you and he was determined to fuck you better than a friend with benefits.

“’m sorry baby, mmfhh—” toji grunts into your core, “any chance ya could forgive your old man?”

the hold on your pride was getting looser and looser while your hands only clutch the sheets tighter and tighter, whimpers turning into a borderline scream when the man manoeuvres himself under you and yanks you down onto his face. your arms support your limp body instantly, hips moving with their own mind as you grind into toji’s tongue with breathless pants, rolling your pelvis over him and he groans at the feeling. toji doesn’t care that your miniskirt is in the way, eyes peeking out from the fabric and flitting over to you and your breath hitches cause you know he’s serious in earning back your forgiveness.

“not when— haah… you’re still saying i’m just some— w-whore you fuck.” you’re still a little bitter, but toji below you is enough to make you clench around nothing, high already approaching when he switches between sucking and nibbling and flicking his tongue at your bundle of nerves. 

“slip of the tongue, i promise, doll,” he talks into your drooling pussy, the vibrations sending chills up your body, hands flying to his hair to grab onto toji’s hair and pulling, “you’re my cute lil girlfriend, aren’t ya?” you hate how easily you nod your head, “mine to fuck, and mine to eat out, yeah?”

that sentence alone has you needing to lock eyes with toji just for a moment to see his lips curl up slyly, bottom half of his face soaked with your juices that your stomach contracts a little at the sight, a weak whimper leaving your lips.

“yeah…” you mumble out breathlessly and that’s all it takes for toji to go back to eating, quickly bringing that burning coil in your tummy again while slurping up your arousal. the room feels so hot and you’re sure you’re sweating through your outfit that you so carefully picked out that you’re peeling it off your body. your lover only wraps his larger arms around your thighs when he sees that your pretty tits are out, intoxicated on the thin layer of sweat lining your body and the curve of your upper body.

“toji, toji, toji—” you’re chanting his name like it’s a mantra, dizzy from the constant abuse toji does to your clit, pleasure shooting through your body when he moans around your cunt and you’re cumming with a moan of his name, thighs shivering around his head that he only laughs, humming into your core while you soak his sheets and skin. you’re just about prepared to get fucked when you catch a glimpse of toji’s hand palming his bulge, but that isn’t what toji has in mind when he changes positions again.

“taste s’good, baby,” toji groans, pulling apart your thighs that close from the sensitivity, “let me eat ya out until i’m forgiven.”

and all he can do is stick to his words whenever after each orgasm he pulls from you, you’re shaking your head like you’re saying you aren’t forgiven and he figures out your game soon enough, but whatever his girlfriend says, it goes. it’s just like that for toji who worships every part of you, a mistake rewarded well later when he taps his fat, leaking tip on your cunt and slips in easily from how many times he’s made you cum, reaching nirvana just from hearing your still-loud mewls leaving your worn-out body.

it’ll be something that will be burnt into his brain, forever, but toji doesn’t have time to think about that for now, so he just fucks you like he thinks a sorry man should fuck — deep into your cunt with the promise of being better and the need of giving you everything you ask for, even if it’s something as simple of wanting his cum in you.

whatever his princess wants, his princess gets.

i cannot go a day without mentioning breeding omfg im actually deranged

#anon #asks #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk headcanons #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji imagine #jjk scenarios #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro toji x you #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #jjk thirsts

[artastic-friend]

Some things I love about DJ’s sound design and animations in Help Wanted 2:

Every time he makes a bigger movement that requires shifting of its weight you can HEAR IT- It creaks and you can hear hydraulics inside of him WHICH BTW IS SO COOL IN SO MANY WAYS BC (tangent): it makes sense as to why he needs hydraulics being so huge and heavy, but also because the way real spiders extend their legs is like a natural form of hydraulics!! They pump their hemolymph(basically bug blood) into their legs which then allow those legs to be filled with more pressure that causes them to extend! This is why a dead or near-death spider’s legs go into the curled position (the death curl) :(

The sTOMPS I always loved the stomps even in base sb but there is just something so cool about hearing them around you as he is so close!!! It all just adds to the feeling of his weight and size 😫

HIS GROWLING?? AND MORE ANIMAL-LIKE SOUNDS??? In the past we would hear a little bit of it when he was sleeping in SB, but now we hear more examples of it and just like- closer and more noticeably 😳 it’s almost like you can hear it breathing at times and it is so cool and uncanny in the best ways :D

Ok the SNAP?!? The way he snaps his fingers and the sound reverberates all around you?!? And the way the light ring of the outside of his tunnel turns on at the same time??? I don’t really think that DJ is actually producing the snap sound from the snap alone, as with the synthetic materials its gloves are made of probably can’t produce that crisp of a sound, BUT THAT JUST MEANS THAT HE MAKES THE SOUND HIMSELF WITH ITS SPEAKERS OR SOMETHING AND SO HE’S DOING IT 100% FOR STYLE POINTS AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM

The sound of its teeth clanking together to the beat of the music, that’s just a neat feature I like very much

Ok movements now, THE WAY HE SWAYS HIS HIPS(?) TO THE MUSIC!?! especially when it is doing that little happy dance of his or pointing at the player when it’s their turn to play. I LOVE THAT LITTLE DANCE IT’S SO CUTE

Ok the way he leans in reaaal close before settling back? He’s probably just doing it as it shifts its balance to lean back, but like, I wanna believe he’s also sorta doing it on purpose a little 🤭

Speaking of which, the movements for him going from leaning towards you to shifting his weight back and getting into that badass cross-armed pose?!!? Love it 😭 I love it sm- once again, the recoil and the followthrough of his movements just emphasize its size and weight so well I am just obsessed

OH AND HIS LITTLE FINGER TAPS WITH HIS MIDDLE RIGHT ARM THAT’S ON THE FLOOR?!? It’s a smaller detail but I am so glad they included it because it’s just so neat!?! I don’t know how to explain why I like it but it is so neat and adds to his vibe so well

OK I JUST NOTICED THIS BUT WHEN IT IS DOING THAT LITTLE DANCE AND POINTING AT YOU WHEN YOU GOT EVERYTHING RIGHT: he like, Bops his head a little and with each head bop his headphones bounce a little as well!! Idk why that is just such a neat little detail to me!

Ok this one I probably should have mentioned sooner since it’s one of the first things it does but the way it climbs out of the tunnel and grabs the sides like that with his middle set of arms? 😫😫✨ Idk what to tell y’all but that is the most attractive shit I’ve seen!!! Y’all need to step up your game if you wanna be like him XD /j

His head tilts. Need I say more? They’re adorable.

THE JUMPSCARE??!?? Dude I know it’s probably meant to look like he’s coming in to bite/eat you or something??? But to me and my DJ-Simp corrupted brain it just looks like we’re boutta make out 😁😁😁

OK THAT’S ALL I GOT FOR RIGHT NOW, but I might possibly add to this later???? If I notice anything else that stands out to me.

#dj music man #djmm #random rambles #help wanted 2

[luffyvace]

How aizawa courts you/relationship headcanons

y’all seem to really like the crush headcanons i did so now i’m doing him when he actually tries to court you and when your actually together :)

this is still going to be canon aizawa btw

also still fem reader in mind

okay so now that aizawa is trying to court you, like in love and wants to date

he’d be forward about it

probably waits until your at his place or yours

then as your doing whatever he’ll ask

“y/n i have something important to tell you”

“yeah? what is it, it’s not bad is it?”

“no, i actually just wanted to know if you’d like to go out somewhere with me. a date.”

your reaction may vary from shock to a knowing smile

either way you accept politely (how could you reject such a fine man?)

so you both talk about the date and end up planning it out right then and there

you decided that weekend would work fine

so after that’s settled you talk about each other’s feelings, how and why they came to be

you figured out you fell first but he fell harder :)

so your first date would be out somewhere simple yet fun and with a little less people

so there’s this place called cat island in japan

yeah

its perfect

(i hope your a cat person)

it’s exactly what you think, there’s cats everywhere search it up

there’s more cats than people actually

its heaven for him

you guys have a fun field day with cats then head back to your house

chatting and looking at the pictures you took

and yeah!

again he’s straight forward with courting

so now we’re on relationship

you guys are definitely closer now

i’ll go through a normal day for y’all then relationship things

so

aizawa gets up early for his job

he’ll get ready and text you to see how your doing then go to work

if you work at ua with him and live together

he likely gets up first if not y’all are up at the same time

when he’s ready he’ll wake you up if you like to sleep in

and warm the car while he waits if it’s winter (yippie he’s freezing so you don’t have to)

y’all drive to work together

you can text him throughout work but he won’t reply unless it’s important or a genuinely good question

he won’t slack off the job (EVEN THO HE SLEEPS ON IT)

anyway

if you work with him he’ll text you on break if your not already in the staff room

or if you have separate jobs he’ll still text to check up on you

makes sure you eat something

is today stressful so far?

why? vent to him.

he truly cares about your physical and mental health

once you both get home from work he’ll run you a bath and cook dinner

he’s a average cook, can cook basic things

if y’all don’t live together he’s more likely to order take out though

not always junk food sometimes he’s just tired and orders a salad. he’s upset because he knows he can make it himself but he’s just so tired

so he appreciates if you turn the tables and treat him to a bath and hot meal (if y’all moved in together)

but if y’all got your own places sometimes if your both still energized you’ll come over to one another’s house

if y’all live together he falls asleep real fast

won’t mind if you snuggle next to him

except for when he gets hot

then he turns over 😭

sometimes he’ll try to stay up to have those late night convos with you but don’t get mad if he falls asleep, it’s by accident. y’all can always continue the next night :)

he won’t snuggle you btw

just because he naturally stays on his side of the bed

he ain’t a wild sleeper

he flips from side to side

its rare to catch him on his back for more than a few minutes

LUCKY YOU HE’S NOT A BLANKET HOGGER

if you are tho

he’ll get annoyed the first few times but he won’t say anything about it

after a few nights he just gets his own blanket

if your a wild sleeper this annoys him more than hogging the blanket

he’ll tell you, you keep kicking him and slapping him in his sleep and it wakes him up

yknow your boy likes some good sleep so he doesn’t stand for you wakin him up

suggests to get two beds

but you don’t like that idea

so he’ll probably end up putting pillows in between you or sleeping in his sleeping bag on the floor 😭

if y’all stay at different places tho

its rare for y’all to have a sleepover

he doesn’t see the point in having two different houses if you just want to sleep at his

would think about moving in together

but he won’t bring it to the table unless he see’s a opportunity or feels you’d feel comfortable/like that

if you do manage to convince him he’s not staying up and playing or smth he’s literally going to sleep

if your a wild sleeper he won’t do it again

otherwise you may be able to convince him like 2 or 3 more times

dont tell mic though if mic teases him he’ll never do it again

not to spite you but out of annoyance from yamada (mic)

he just won’t feel like it anymore

btw keep your room clean or be scolded

”clean your room y/n there’s no reason you should have clothes and clutter everywhere.”

“you don’t even need half of this stuff, just clean it.”

now to genuine relationship things

well for one i’m telling you he won’t call you pet names

just

“y/n”

”why should i call you ___ if your name is y/n”

doesn’t see the point in them

you may be able to convince him a few years into the relationship to call you “babe” or anything simple and sweet but that’s it

maybe a “n/n” occasionally

if YOU call HIM pet names tho

he wouldn’t mind :)

still doesn’t get it tho

just don’t make it anything too sappy

he’ll funny look you if you do

especially at work

or around mic and all might

would prefer if you stuck to the simple ones or a nickname tho

another thing

if your a hero, a reckless one at that, he’ll worry for you and scold you if you get injured

please don’t give this man a heart attack

”you need to be more rational”

if your already a rational person thank goodness

he’s glad he doesn’t have to babysit a whole class of students and you

random

but

if you like coffee or tea he’ll make you some before/when you get up

if you don’t live together he’ll bring you a cup if you both work at ua

if you work on weekends (idk how some people do it) he’ll bring you a cup on your lunch break

giving each other massages>>

he’s really good at it too

he’s a good person to vent to as well

especially about the stress of work because he felt that

he’ll take you on dates randomly even if y’all are in a relationship

not every week

but he’ll take the time out to spend it with you if he has some

he’s a traditional gentleman

and by that i mean buy you flowers and gifts

but not just “roses 🤓☝️“

he’ll actually take the time to learn your favorite flowers and buys you reals ones to take care of

if you don’t have a green thumb how else will you learn?

so he’ll buy them anyway

helps you take care of them though

he waters them and reminds you to if you live separately

he buys you little trinkets and gifts that BENEFIT you

not just something that’ll “collect dust” as he says

like if you tell him your vacuum breaks down every few months

he’ll RESEARCH one that doesn’t, is inexpensive and cleans well

and buy it for you :)

overall he’s a 10/10 boyfriend 100% green flag

ladies and gentlemen (and whoever’s in between)

get yourself an aizawa

enough said

have a good day/night

#aizawa #aizawa sensei #aizawa shota #aizawa x reader #bnha aizawa #bnha #mha #mha fluff #fluff #fluff headcanons #aizawa fluff #aizawa x female reader #aizawa x fem reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x afab reader #aizawa x you #anime #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #anime and manga #mha anime #mha headcanons

[f10werfae]

Act like a Mother

pairing: Dad!Husb!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Reader

Summary: Chris is stressed and reader has been taking care of the kids then one day she's maybe cooking, just far away from the kids and one of them maybe falls and hurts themselves and Chris criticizes readers mothering skills (warning: argument but reconciliation) (Requested by anon)

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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Y/n breathed out in exhaustion, clearly needing time to herself while cooking her family of four dinner, her husband Chris had just gotten back from filming Ghosted and was intent on catching up on lost sleep. The bags under her eyes were not missable, hell even Chris’ own ma had stepped in a few times just to remind the poor woman to eat.

Having two children under the age of five surely wasn’t easy, and everyone seemed to see that but Chris. Of course don’t get me wrong he’s such a hands on, amazing doting father; yet he always seems to miss the hardest parts of parenting while filming. The teaching of boundaries, basic safety and precious memories.

Mindlessly stirring the stew Y/n huffed out before a loud high pitched squeal filled her ears, that of her son’s, Liam. Within seconds her mother instincts kicked in and she rushed to the living room, her now awakened husband shushing the poor thing with his head hidden into his father’s neck. His loud sobs slowly stifling down to smaller hiccups, his younger sister Laura luckily still asleep in her bassinet.

“W-what happened?” Y/n asked wiping her hands onto her apron before reaching for her baby, only for her heart to break when Chris stepped back shaking his head, his eyes filled with fatigue and anger.

“I’ll talk to you in the kitchen, go wait for me there” He said coldly, walking away to put baby Liam back into his bassinet, lulling him back to sleep by padding around the room.

Feeling the tension, Y/n walked into the kitchen grabbing her hair out of frustration, her husband’s footsteps following behind her.

“What the hell was that Y/n?” Chris said closing the kitchen, his voice now raising, his voice accusatory.

“What do you mean?” Y/n was now confused, she’d done nothing wrong?

“Our baby hurts himself and you’re not even there to protect him? What if something serious had happened and I wasn’t there? He hit his head off the wall, luckily not too hard. Is this what’s been going on when i’m gone? God do you even care about our kids, because your attention is clearly elsewhere”

He shouted pointing at the stew which was now definitely overcooked,

“B-but you were on the couch so I thought maybe-“

“What? Does that suddenly relieve you of all responsibility? Come on Y/n, you’re a mother, act like one”

Now that sentence did it

You’re a mother, act like one

A loud ringing noise filled Chris’ ears and his cheek hot, his wife had thrown her hand so fast it was a surprise, he noticed her eyes were now watering, before he could even try to reach for her she had thrown off her apron and stormed off.

‘fuck sake’ Chris groaned leaning onto the countertop, his his hands rubbing his gruff beard in frustration,

(Y/n’s P.O.V)

“Oh no” I whispered feeling tears and sobs make their way out of my mouth, I hated crying or being upset, walking towards the living room I saw my two babies awake and sitting in their respective bassinets which were in the living room during the day.

“Mama’s sorry, didn’t mean it” I sobbed picking up Liam and holding him against me, his tiny hands going around my neck,

“Mama cry?”

“I’m okay honey” I whispered smiling at my son’s caring nature, leaning down to also pick up Laura, I headed up the steps and into their shared bedroom.

For the past few months, I had basically acted as a single mother. Chris visited as much as he could, sending us things we needed, but I can’t deny the feeling of being alone in this. Having to change every single diaper on my own, feeding time, bath time, every single tear was on me. Of course Scott and Lisa helped out as much as they could, but I couldn’t let them parent my kids, that would be too much.

So to hear my own husband accuse me of not caring for our kids and insinuate that i’m not acting like a mother? That was fucking disrespectful and out of line, as if he’s been here the whole fucking time, what a prick.

Placing them onto their shared double bed, the two of them instantly cuddled into one another, tucking in with their favourite stuffies. Liam was genuinely protective over his little sister, never denied her cuddles or offers to play, something I was glad about.

“Momma 'tay please” Laura whined moving over on the bed to be in the middle, patting the mattress beside her, feeling another set of tears choke me up I moved in beside them. My arm reaching over to hug both of them, Laura’s tiny body flushed against my chest, as if she was still a newborn. With her hand gripping onto my shirt cutely, her big brother cuddled in behind her, both of them falling asleep almost instantly. Just like their father.

Soon enough just like them, I found my eyes slowly closing, the stinging from the tears making them seem more and more heavy.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“Chris I did not raise you to talk to women like that, especially your own wife. Have you not seen my poor daughter-in-law? She’s 24/7 caring for your kids, she’s even missed out on enough meals to feed a country. Did ya know that? Scott and I had to make more than a few runs just to make sure she had remembered to eat. Two kids under five isn’t exactly a trip Christopher, it’s hard enough with two parents, now imagine doing it as one”

“I know ma, I know. I messed up real bad, what do I do?”

“You’re her husband, figure it out son”

Breathing out I listened as the beep rang telling me my ma just hung up on me, looking around at the kitchen around me, my heart broke hearing her apologise to our babies like that. I did that. Y/n did nothing wrong to deserve that.

Walking up to our bedroom I saw our bed was still made, she hadn’t come to bed yet. Had she left with the kids? Had it really been that bad? Rushing towards the kids’ room I opened it to see my whole life right in front of me, my amazing wife and the lives we created.

(No one’s P.O.V)

Leaning over Chris watched Y/n sleep peacefully, her eyes still puffy from earlier making his heart break that much more. With on hand under her back and another under her knees, he picked her up effortlessly and carried her back into their shared room. A small smile on his face when he felt her cuddle into his chest, his eyes catching their wedding photo pinned above their bed.

Putting her down onto her side, Chris slipped in beside her and just stared at her, taking in all of her beauty. She looked so soft and calm in her sleep, showing Chris just how stressed she was. Angry at himself he brushed a bit of her hair back, her doe eyes fluttering open, a bittersweet smile making its way onto his face.

“W-what am I doing here?” She asked confused, her eyes trailing around the room tiredly, grabbing onto the comforters more tightly.

“Honey- I-“ Chris started but before he could even say anything, Y/n had cuddled into his chest, sobs wrecking through her entire body making her shake. Her hands tightly held onto the bottom of his shirt, Chris could feel his shirt slowly dampening, his hand coming up to rest onto the back of her head.

“H-how could y-you say that to me? I thought w-we were a team Chrissy? That hurts” She cried, hiccups interrupting her every so often, Chris hated himself at that moment. Never in his life did he want to retreat his woman to tears, never.

“I-i’m so sorry honey, to be honest, I think I just didn’t wanna blame myself for what happened. Instead I did the selfish thing and took it out on you baby, something that is not excusable whatsoever. You’re right, we are a team and I know I completely ambushed you back there. Like we said 6 years ago, I love you with my mind, body and soul; please forgive me Y/n” He whispered cupping her wet face with his hands, his lips brushing over her pink pouting ones ever so slightly.

“You hurt me Chris, you hurt me bad i’m not gonna lie. I do everything I can in my power to be there for our babies, I just wish you could see that.”

“I do see it, trust me I do. It was so so stupid of me to even accuse you of something like that, I shoulda been taking care of you as soon as I got back. I-I heard from ma-“

“It’s okay Chrissy, I’m fine now, now that you’re back. Just please don’t hurt me like this again, I gave you my heart, don’t stomp on it.”

“I won’t butterfly, i’d rather meet death himself before letting that happen again. Now let’s get to sleep, because I have something planned for you tomorrow yeah?”

“You do?”

“Mhm so shut those pretty eyes of yours and let me cuddle on ya”

“Okay okay mr bossy pants” Y/n laughed turning around into a spooning position, the tension from their heated argument slowly dissolving thankfully. They both knew this fight wouldn’t even be remembered in a weeks time, that’s how well they worked together, sure they had their bumps but so does everyone. It all just depends on how you overcome it, together.

“Oi, just sleep will ya?” Chris laughed pressing kisses to her neck, her lemon scented shampoo filling his nostrils. Her hands placed over his on her stomach, their legs all tangled up under the sheets, frankly to keep her icy ones warmed up. This was what he missed most, just this.

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[anon1nn1t]

please give me everything u can fit in a post about Mr snapchat NSFW and SFW I am DESPERATE it is so hard to find genuine hcs about him he's so over looked >;((

also just found ur account and am in love with everything u have written so far mate can't wait to see more from you, take care of yourself today!!

Stop this is so kind. 🥹🫶 And you’re so right about Sapnap being over looked !! But don’t worry, I’ve got your back. :) Just like my George hcs, I wil add more to this over time. * Also, to the person who sent the ask about Dream, I’m working on it !! *

Feel free to request !

SFW:

He’s actually such a sleepyhead.

He’s always hunting you down to ask you to cuddle with him so he can take a nap, falling asleep against your shoulder/knee whenever you’re busy.

Sure, he can sleep without you, but if he has the choice, he will always choose to sleep with you in his presence, since it helps him sleep better.

Secretly has so many pictures of you sleeping.

He’s sooo clingy

Constantly kissing you, hugging you, touching you in every way he possibly can.

But as clingy as he is, he knows when he needs to give you some space.

He has some major jealousy issues.

If any man other than him simply looks at you, he will give him a death stare, squeezing your thigh, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

It’s not that he doesn't trust you; of course he does; he’s just possessive. You’re his and his only, and he wants everybody to know it.

Constant fake fighting between the two of you.

But if he ever accidentally actually hurt you? He would be an apologizing mess, begging for your forgiveness, when in reality, you were holding back laughter from how hard he was trying when in reality you didn’t care as much as he thought you did.

As we know, Sapnap has a few insecurities, so I feel like he would need a bit of reassurance sometimes.

He would just randomly ask you questions that you always answered the same

"What’s your favorite thing about me?"

"How much do you love me on scale from 1-10?"

"Why are you with me?"

Please just remind him how much you love him.

Hate to break it to you, but he’s definitely a little bitch during fights.

And if you ever tried to kiss him or hug him mid-argument? Ohhh man.

If y’all were to ever get in a fight, just leave him alone. Literally, just walk off; it’s for the best.

He gets angered pretty easily, as we know, so basically just don’t piss him off.

He doesn’t mind pda at all. He doesn't even realize it’s something that some people don't like because it feels so normal to him.

He bases his mood off of yours. Not even on purpose; it just comes naturally.

You’re having a bad day? He’s having a bad day. You’re having the best day of your life? He’s having the best day of his life.

He spoils you so much, maybe even too much.

Anything and everything you want, he will get for you. It eventually gets to the point where you have to stop pointing out stuff you want because he buys it every. time.

He loves loves loves when you wear his clothes.

"Is that my hoodie?"

"Yes, when is it not."

"Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

"It’s just you."

He also loves when you wear dresses/skirts.

He absolutely adores showering with you. Every time you shower together, he’s wishing he could stay in that moment forever and ever.

Late night drives with blasting music ?!?! Instant yes.

Speaking of music, it’s definitely a huge green flag for him if you like his music taste.

He will do everything in his power to protect you and keep you safe.

NSFW:

Do I even need to say he’s dominant ?!

If you ever seriously wanted to try being dominant, he would let you, but it would be followed up right after with him taking over.

I feel like he has a lottt of kinks.

Dirty talk, discipline, humiliation, teasing, overstimulation, daddy kink, orgasm control/denial, etc.

Ass guy 100%

Loves loves loves eating you out.

He loves your thighs so much oh my god 😵‍💫

Continuing off that, he loves to cum on your thighs or inside of you.

Gives you so many markings just to remind you you’re all his.

He’s so rough with you, he just has to give you the sweetest aftercare. :)

I feel like the only times he’d be gentle are early in the morning, late at night, or if one of you needed some comfort.

He totally kisses you the whole time, sloppy kisses, but still kisses.

He would much rather focus on your pleasure than his. You being pleasured brings him pleasure.

His favorite position is either doggy style or reverse cowgirl.

PUBLIC SEX HOLY SHIT …

Every time before he’s about to do something new he will ask you if it’s okay. Ex: Moving from giving you hickeys to eating you out, moving from eating you out to fucking you, etc.

I actually don’t think he’s that experienced…

When you’re not around, he will totally jack off to pictures of you. He has no shame about it.

I feel like he only goes for one or two rounds.

Oh, how he loves to get his hair pulled.

He also loves to be praised so much oh my god.

Overall, he is pretty dominant, but focuses on you more than himself. <3

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[elliespassagerprincess]

can you do hcs of ellie williams taking care of sick reader :)

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

☆- Ellie is a very observant person. It’s actually annoying how well she can read you. She would most likely know you were sick even before you realized you were.

☆- Ellie protects. She serves. She looks after people. She cares. As soon as she finds out you are sick her natural instinct is to provide and to care for you.

☆- Even if it was a small cold Ellie freaks out, she usually acts like you’re on the brink of death:

“Ellie it’s just a cold”

“You could suffocate in your own mucus though”

“No- “

☆- She would show up at your house randomly, sometimes breaking in just make sure you were ok:

“Ellie you were here 3 hours ago”

“Ok so?”

☆- She would cook you something to eat (or attempt to because let’s be honest it doesn’t look like Ellie can cook) and force you to eat it:

“It’s burnt”

“Shut up baby, I know what’s good for you”

☆- She’d run you a bath (daily), give you massages and she would sing to you.

☆- Ellie literally treats you like a baby while you’re sick( she won’t even let you basic things by yourself)

“Ellie I can tuck myself in”               

“Shhhh I know what I’m doing”

☆- Most nights Ellie wouldn’t sleep, she’d stay awake to make sure you were getting a good night’s rest.

☆- Very affectionate (more than she normally is)

“Ellie don’t touch me I’ll get you sick”

“Ellie stop kissing me”

“Ellie go away”

(She can be suffocating at times)

(You can’t even pee alone)

☆- She would most likely cry when you mention any pain you’re feeling, because she hates seeing you in pain, or hearing that you feel anything but happiness.

☆- Is worried that maybe you didn’t have a cold, and that you had something more serious and life threatening

“The medical books say that the headaches could be a brain tumor”

“Ellie what- “

☆- When you eventually get better, Ellie still follows you around, constantly checking if the cold/flu came back.

“Why do you keep touching my forehead?”

“You could be sick”

“Ellie I was sick a week ago, I feel better”

“That’s what a sick person in denial would say”

“I- “

Authors note: Thank you so much for requesting! And to all the other people that are requesting I promise your stories are coming soon! Remember requests are always open feel free to leave one…. Remember you are loved, and to always be kind to everyone:)

Yours truly,

Zia <3

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[pastelavender88]

Sinbound- Chapter 11

Summary: It’s been a month since the events of the last chapter: Eddie and Buck are on the outs and Buck’s family is back in town; Something major happens to Y/n.

Warning: Talks of miscarriage.

Series Masterlist

It’s been a month since Eddie and I broke up. It was touch and go for a while. The night of the breakup I asked for 2 hours. It doesn’t take 2 hours to basically pick up your whole life. Alex and I took all our clothes and toiletries but we still had to come back and get the rest of our things. I decided it would be best to leave all the baby’s stuff there, but excluding that I still had a ton of things. Bobby and Athena served as the buffer between Eddie and I. Athena would text me to tell me that Bobby told her Eddie and Christopher would be out of the house from 12-4 pm and stuff like that. Eddie and I still haven’t spoken since that night even though he tried. He gave me a good 2 days before he was blowing up my cell and trying to talk and work things out, but I was serious when I meant Eddie and I were done. The betrayal still keeps me awake at night if I let my mind wander enough and the events starting on the night in question and the big blow up play in my head like a movie. Alex and I moved in with Buck for the time being while I figured out the next step in our lives. Buck was more than happy to welcome us and he’s been accommodating in any way he can. He’s been going with me to my doctor appointments, driving me around a lot since I’ve gotten a little bigger and lazier to do it myself, and even taking a parenting class with me. Even though I had Alex already a lot of things have changed in the last 12 years.  Speaking of all the things Buck is doing for me, Eddie is quite pissed at him because of it. Also, the fact that Buck is the one that told me about Eddie’s infidelity. So everything has been quite an adjustment. It was morning and Buck was off today so that meant family breakfast. Which was really more me cooking whatever I was craving and everyone being too lazy to complain or make anything else. Today was chicken, waffles, spicy syrup, bacon, eggs, and french toast. (Don’t judge but I craved this my whole pregnancy.) Buck came down from the room and sat at the table. The reason I call it the room is because technically it’s both Buck and I’s room. See Buck only has two rooms in his loft but the other room is Alex’s and it’s not exactly big enough to share. So Buck and I share the room in the sense that both of our things are there like clothes, shoes, jewelry, little things like that. Buck did buy a couch though, so that way he has something to sleep on. Right now Buck was trying to convince me to go with him and Alex to pick up his parents later. “They would love to see you. I mean it’s been over a year since they last saw you.” “Yeah and since then I got knocked up and then left a single mom. Again.” “True, but you look really cute pregnant and they haven’t seen this glow.” He said, as he pointed his fork at me. “That may be the case but seriously I’m not up for that yet.” Buck could tell my mood was becoming somber, so he let it go. “Alright. Did I tell you guys what happened yesterday at work? Some guy’s kids buried him in the sand and splashed water on him when a freak flash of lightning hit and turned the sand into glass. It was insane.” “Buck I’m trying to eat.” “Mom, that's actually really cool and mother nature at work. What did that guy say in that really old dinosaur movie ‘life always finds a way’. Life is science.” “Did she just call Jurassic Park a really old movie?” I asked Buck. I turned to Alex. “That movie came out the year I was born for your info.” “How do you think I feel? I’m older than you by two years.” Buck joked. The conversation kept flowing from there and eventually it was time to clean up and start the day. Since the break up with Eddie I haven’t really been writing much so my day usually centers around Buck and Alex. I felt like a 50’s housewife. After making sure everyone had everything they needed for their day I would tidy the house, wash dishes, do laundry. It was a feminist nightmare but I was so numb I didn’t really care. I’ve been seeing a therapist but it didn’t help as much as I thought it would. Most people describe therapy as this life-altering interaction but for me it felt like when you were called to the guidance counselor in school about bullying or something. Like I was put on the spot. Don’t get me wrong there was improvement but I just didn’t feel satisfied or “fixed” in a sense. We dived into my relationship issues a lot and I understand what Eddie was saying. The “relationship” that Buck and I had while Eddie and I were still together was emotional cheating, which proved my point. We were bad for each other. Eddie and I both rushed into this relationship after commitment issues on both sides, so we were destined for doom. Either way the pain inside of me from his affair with Ana wasn’t going away because I know that what I did didn’t warrant that. Instead of breaking it off or establishing clear boundaries, Eddie decided that cheating was the best route. So here I am feeling like less than a person over a toxic relationship we both should have some coming to an end. Buck’s POV Since Y/n didn’t want to come with me I was forced to suffer with my parents alone. It was worth it since Albert was there. “Uh, Albert, hey, check this out.” I showed Albert Y/n’s ultrasound picture. It was so cool to be a part of this process and I couldn’t help but show it off. “You brought more than takeout.” Albert replied, “Well, uh, Chimney didn't tell you?” “Yeah, that I've been gone less than a year and you're a father again? No.” God I hope my parents didn’t hear that. “Uh, no, not-not exactly.” “But that's a…” Albert started. “Baby. Buck...?” My mom was suddenly standing behind me. “Is there something you need to tell us? You're gonna be an uncle again!” My mom shouted as she jumped to conclusions. “Phillip! Maddie and Howard are gonna have another baby!” My mom yelled as she went to hug Chimney. “What?” Chim asked, confused. “That's fantastic! I had a feeling when you bought this house.” My dad replied. “I mean, it's a little soon to be pregnant again, but... Why not?!” Mom said. “This is very good news, Howard. Why didn't you tell us sooner? “ Chimney’s stepmom asked. “Uh, guys... Guys, we're... not pregnant.” He said. “You're not?” Mom asked. “No.” “Then who is?” Mom asked as she turned to me. “That’s what I was trying to say. Y/n is pregnant again. It’s a girl.” “You and Y/n are having another baby?” My dad asked. “No, mom is having a baby with Eddie.” Throughout all the confusion, everyone forgot Alex was sitting at the table on her tablet. “But, they're not together anymore so we're living with dad.” “Okay, let’s not deepdive into it. Give your mom some privacy.” When we got home it was time for a talk about privacy. “So Y/n and living with you while she’s pregnant with another man’s baby?” My dad asked. “And you’re going to help raise the baby?” “It's not like that. We’re not together, I’m just helping her while she figures a few things out. Also, if she wants of course I’ll help raise the baby but we haven’t thought that far ahead. We’re taking things day-by-day.” The way everyone except Maddie, Chimney, and Alex were looking at me I could tell they had a lot to say. “I think it's…” My mom started. “Here we go. “ I knew I was about to get an earful. “Great.” She finished. That shocked me. “Uh, yeah?” “You’re a wonderful father to Alex and I know if you need to be you’ll be a wonderful father to this little girl as well.” Dad replied. “Not only are you a good father but you’re a good man.” My mom said as she stepped towards me for a hug. I wrapped my arms around her. “Here. Dad, you want to see?” I said showing him the sonogram “Oh, absolutely.”  He said as he took the phone from me. “Phillip. You are going to allow this?” Howie’s dad asked. “It's not really for me to allow.” Dad replied. “A man cannot raise a child fathered by another man, it's unnatural.” Howie’s father reiterated. “Says the expert in child-rearing, huh? I would think you would relate to Buck's decision. Father them and let someone else raise them.” “Howie.” Albert explained. “Whoa, Chim. It's-it's okay.” I said. “A man who cannot control his family is not a man.” Howie’s dad added to already building tension. “Maybe a man who's too controlling forces his sons to hide from him in another country.” My dad fired back. “Okay, easy. Come on, Dad.” I said. “Children need to learn that actions have consequences.” “I'm sorry, but how is any of this your business?” my mom asked Howie’s dad. “He did announce it to everyone.” Albert’s mom said. ‘Well, that wasn't exactly my choice.” I said, making it clear. “It was a bad choice.” “My dad helping out my mom wasn’t a bad choice, you’re just mean.” Alex called out. “Alex. Honey, you can not talk to adults like that.” “See this is exactly what I am talking about. Your child has no manners and you plan to raise another?” “Oh, that's rich.” My dad replied yet again, kicking everything off. Everyone started to argue until due to a storm the lights went out.   “Buck, grab some candles, we got the doors”. Howie called me. As mom played with Jee and Alex, Maddie and I talked. “I think maybe Albert was right.” I said to Maddie. “Oh, I wouldn't say that out loud.” “Ever think about what it might've been like...?” “What?” “If Daniel had lived.” I asked her. “Yeah, sometimes.” “You?” Just then the lights came back on and everyone was relieved. “I think it would've been just like this.” Y/n’s POV (Think of this happening at the same time as Buck’s) I was sitting on the couch after cleaning when I heard a knock on the door. “Did you forget your key or something Buck?” I swung open the door and there stood Eddie. I crossed my arms and clenched my fists tight. The nerve he had to show up here. “What are you doing here Eddie?” “I’m here to talk to you. You haven’t spoken to me in a month. At least not without a third party being involved. I haven’t gone to any of your appointments since then.” “You barely went before so what’s the difference?” “Y/n, how long are we going to do this? Huh? Are we gonna be those parents that drag their kids through hell?” “Don’t do that. I can’t do this right now.” “So when are we going to do this? Talk things out?” “I don’t know Eddie. It’s only been a month.” “We need to talk about this.” “No. I need time. Time away from you. I’ll tell you when I’m ready to talk to you.” I went to shut the door on Eddie but he put his hand there to stop it. “I miss you Y/n. Christopher missed you.” “I miss Christopher too. He’s more than welcome over here, because you’re pissed with Buck you won’t let him over here.” Eddie was quiet. “Eddie, I want to move forward but I need to do it at my own pace. The way you’re behaving isn’t helping.  I mean I feel like you aren’t even sorry.” “I am sorry. I will always be sorry for what I did. Not only because I hurt you but because I destroyed everything we built when I did it. I’m so sorry Y/n.” “I hear you Eddie I do, but I still need time. Okay?” “Alright. I’ll go. I love you y/n.” I still loved Eddie but I didn’t know if I was in love with him anymore. ��Goodbye, Eddie.” Time went on and eventually Buck came home. “Hey, where’s Alex?” “She’s spending the night at Maddie and Chim’s house.” “I thought the house wasn’t done and what clothes is she going to wear?” “Our daughter is a sneaky one. She put her clothes in my truck along with a sleeping bag. How am I supposed to say no to that?” “I’m sure it’s really easy but she’s got you wrapped around her finger.” “Yeah, she does.” Buck came and sat down beside me on the couch. “So it’s just the two of us tonight, what are we doing? “I was thinking of doing something a little risky…” “Oh really?” “Oh yeah.” “How risky we talking?” “Oh you know, I’m gonna change and slip into something a little more comfortable, and then…” “Then what?” “We’re gonna eat so much ice cream our guts explode and watch trashy reality tv.” “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” Buck said. We’d always had that joking relationship that could be borderline sexual but now that we actually live together the sexual part was definitely a no-no. “I’ll be back.” I went upstairs to change. “What kind of ice cream we doing tonight, Rocky road or fudge?” “Ooh, let’s do a rocky road tonight.” I started to change when I felt a warm sensation in my pants. I looked down at my now ruined pants and noticed blood. I carefully rushed down the stairs. Buck was facing away from me but heard me come down the stairs. “You changed already, that was fast.” He turned around and saw my expression. “What’s the matter?” “I’m bleeding.” I could tell Buck wasn’t catching on to what I was saying. “Like down there.” Buck became a panicked nervous mess. “Oh my god! Okay. Let me grab my shoes and my keys and we’ll throw you in the car.” Before I could say anything he darted off. He looked around the front door and then made his way into the living room. “Where are my shoes? Where are my keys?” “Buck calm down. Your keys are on the hook and your shoes are in the room. I’m gonna put on a pad and change, while I’m doing that, call Dr.Manning.” “Alright.” I went into the room changed and put on a pad in case of more bleeding. When I came back down, Buck was waiting on me. “Dr.Manning is going to meet us at the hospital.” “Okay.” We made our way downstairs and got into the car when I realized I forgot to call Eddie. I went to reach my phone and couldn’t find it. “Buck, can you call Eddie? I left my phone inside the loft.” “Yeah of course.” Buck called Eddie but it went straight to voicemail. “Hey Eddie, I’m taking Y/n to the hospital to see Dr.Manning. Call me back when you get this,” He hung up and turned towards me. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?” “No, I'm doing okay, just the bleeding.” I was trying to keep a leveled head but my mind was racing. It was going to places I didn’t want it to go. “You know when I was pregnant with Alex I had a scare kind of like this. I was in the hospital for 2 days. They said her heart rate was low and there was a chance I could lose her. What if I lose this baby Buck?” My tears were threatening to spill from my eyes. Buck grabbed my hand and caressed it.“Don’t think like that. We’re going to see Dr.Manning and she’s going to tell us that that beautiful baby girl of yours is okay and whatever is happening is probably normal, okay?” “Okay. Thanks Buck.” “Of course.” He said as he kissed my hand. Buck and I arrived at the hospital where Dr.Manning was waiting. She ushered us into the ultrasound room and began to take a sonogram. “Okay, let’s take a look.” She moved the wand around and I saw how she squinted at the screen. “Here’s the baby right here. Let’s hear this heartbeat.” She moved over and I heard her heartbeat. It sounded good or at least I think. “That’s a strong and healthy heart beat right there.” I let out a relieved breath. She moved the wand around more until she stopped at this big blob. “Okay, here’s the problem. You’re suffering from Placenta previa. It’s when the placenta completely or partially covers the opening of the uterus. How bad was the bleeding?” “If I was on my period I would say it’s a light flow.” “And are you still bleeding now.” “No, I don't feel anything.” “I’m gonna keep you here for the rest of the night and monitor everything. In the morning I’ll let you know whether or not you’ll be discharged. Let me just say since it’s your second child it’s more than likely gonna resolve itself. What’s your birthing plan?” “I planned on doing a vaginal birth.” “Okay. We’re going to do more appointments than usual and if this resolves itself we can go ahead with that plan. If not we’re going to have to do a c-section delivery. Okay?” “Alright.” “Dad is more than welcome to stay if he would like. I’m going to make sure a room is prepared and ready for you. Let me know if you need anything.” I didn’t feel like correcting her about Buck in any way. “Okay.” She departed the room and Buck and I sat there almost as if we were waiting on the other person to say something first.” “Do you want me to stay with you?” Buck said, breaking the silence. “Only if you’d like to.” “Of course I would. Do you want me to go home and get anything?” “No I’m okay. It’s just for the night right?” “Right.” Soon a nurse came and brought us to the room we would be staying in for the night and we got comfortable. Sometime throughout the night the anxiety left me and before I knew it I was asleep. I was awoken by a nurse and Dr. Manning coming in. Buck was already awake. “Good morning. How are you feeling?” “I’m fine. Just nervous to be honest.” “Well I have good news, we found nothing concerning while monitoring you over night so that means you can go home. We’ll be having more frequent visits but I’m sure you have nothing to worry about.” “That’s great thanks doc.” Buck replied. “Just doing my job, but this does mean a few things. No moderate or strenuous exercise, heavy lifting, standing for long periods of time and sadly no sexual intercourse or sexual activity that could lead to orgasm. At least until the baby is born.” I wanted to dig a hole so deep and crawl in it. “Any followup questions?” “Nope, I’m good. You got any, Y/n?” Buck replied with a grin. “She’s covered everything. Thanks, we’ll be out of your hair now.” Dr. Manning said her goodbyes to us, leaving alone to brew in the awkwardness. “No sex until the baby gets here. Well I guess there’s no point in you living with me anymore.” I believe that was Buck’s bad attempt at a joke. “Haha, so funny. Besides it’s mostly if the issue doesn’t resolve itself I think.” I don’t know why I answered like it was a serious possibility. “Let’s go. I’m hungry.” I quickly made my way out of the room in order to avoid talking about this any further.

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[mouschiwrites]

Can I request dating Pixal headcanons? Thank you and make sure to drink water/take time for yourself!

YES YOU ABSOLUTELY MAY!!! I am always positively ecstatic to give Ninjago women the attention they deserve <3

Ninjago - Dating Pixal Headcanons

She isn’t super romantic

Don’t get me wrong, she’ll do cute things for/with you every now and again, like surprise you with a gift or hold your hand

Just don’t expect grand gestures like a fancy restaurant date or rose petals on the bed or whatever

She doesn’t see the practicality of stuff like that when she can make you just as happy with smaller gestures

Plus, her idea of a “date” is literally just being in each other’s presence

Every time you’re alone together, that’s a date to her

“Pixal, love, would you care to join me for a date at the movies?”

“Are we not already on a date?”

“…? We’re… doing dishes???”

She doesn’t mind PDA at all; she’ll even initiate it herself

Hand holding? Sure. A kiss on the lips? Yes please. Arm around your waist? Arm around her waist? Naturally.

To her, it doesn’t make much of a difference that you’re in public

She doesn’t understand why that should hinder your affection towards one another

If you’re not into PDA, you’ll have to repeatedly remind her that being in public is indeed an issue for you when it comes to affection

She isn’t much of a cuddler though

She likes your head on her shoulder, or maybe your legs over her lap, but not full-on snuggling

The only exception is when you’re sleeping

Sometimes she’ll spoon with you (she is strictly a big spoon)

It’s kind of hard to predict when she will, though

It’s just completely random

All you can expect is that most nights she won’t

Besides physical touch, she also loves gift giving

She’ll surprise you with gifts that are practical, or something that she knows you want

Like if she catches you staring at a piece of clothing/jewelry, she’ll go ahead and buy it for you

Or if she notices that something you own is a little worn out, she’ll buy you a new one

To her it’s simple logic: if you want something and you deserve it (which you always do, at least in her eyes) then you should have it. If you need something then you should also have it.

Frankly she’s doing it because she’s confused as to why you don’t do it yourself

But she’s also happy to be able to do something nice for you

Her favorite thing is to hear you say “thank you” because then she knows she’s been helpful

She also expresses a lot of concern for you, whether you’re a civilian or a ninja or what

Besides minding your physical safety, just making sure you eat, drink, bathe, sleep, take your meds—basic needs like that

It’s surprisingly not suffocating; mostly because she does it subtly

She’ll just watch you closely, and if she notices that you missed something, she’ll give you a hint

“Y/n, your lips are very chapped.”

“Oh. You’re right… maybe I should drink something.”

“Yes. I will go get you a glass of water.”

She’s not really one for nicknames; your name is perfect already

What she will do is surprise you out of nowhere with a blunt compliment

She says it like it’s just an observation; and to her, it is

“Your eyes are remarkable.”

“You have very luscious skin.”

“Your mind is truly wonderful.”

She gets a bit confused when you get all flustered, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it

If you return the favor, she’ll finally understand your reaction

“Your hair enchants me whenever I look at it.”

“… oh.”

She’s gotten compliments before, but from you they have a whole new meaning

You make her feel a lot of new things

Everything I’ve listed up to this point, she feels only for you, and no one else

Well, she does obviously care for others, but not to such a consistently careful extent

Once she’s sure a person can stand on their own two feet, she lets them do exactly that

But, even though you’ve proven to her that you can be independent, she still feels the need to care for you

And she’ll be thrilled if you return the sentiment :]

YIPPEE I hope you guys enjoyed this one!! Take care champs :))

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[ventingfanfics]

Best Girlfriend

Shuri just arrived at your place, but her coming directly to you is being delayed. Your family is talking her head off downstairs, not that she seems to mind. She graciously  interacts with them. The only thing better than coming here to see you is your family welcoming it. A part of you considers half-jokingly saying: Hey, can I have my girlfriend back?

You choose not to, however, and stay laid up on your bed idly watching a Christmas movie on BET+.

When Shuri finally makes it to you, both your faces gleam. You get up to greet her and she gives you the biggest hug, wrapping you up in her love. The kiss you share is even longer than the embrace. For a moment, you believe that all is right with your world. While having someone in your life like Shuri is incredible in of itself, it doesn’t make your life perfect. But it sure as hell makes it better. 

“I think you missed me,” she says with a full smile before following you to your bed. She’s so busy watching you that by the time she asks you about the movie you’re watching, you can’t help but chortle. You press one of those buttons on the remote to get more information on the film and she nods, humming inquisitively. It has some of her attention but she’s more interested in you. “So how are you, baby?” 

“Happy you’re here,” you said, sending her a sweet smile. 

“I know, baby, me too. How was your day?”

You shrug, not even smiling a little bit, the memories of today making your chest woozy. Realizing Shuri can practically see through you, you attempt to relax your visage and laugh at something in the movie. 

You feel a gentle caress on your belly and this carries on as you two watch the movie. Then, you shake your head in realization. “I didn’t even ask about your day…”

Shuri chuckles. “I told you, remember? Over text.”

You then remember her mentioning that work was work and that she couldn’t wait to see you, and how she would be seeing her nephew again soon. “Yeahhh, that’s right. My bad, I remember now. Sorry, babe.”

“No worries, baby,” she cooed and kissed your forehead. “Can you come closer though? You’re too far.” She laughs some and without waiting for an answer, she slides you in between her legs, with your back on her front. A sensation trickles through your scalp as she massages your natural curly hair. 

“I’m getting it braided,” you mention.

“Ooh, I know it’s gonna be so pretty. Like always.” Shuri’s always complimenting your hair. She’s a fan of every hairstyle you rock. 

“You need to start learning how to braid.” You give her a look.

“I will. You won’t even have to get it done from someone else.” She’s about to ask when you’re planning to get your braids when she notices you part your lips. She lets the words die on her tongue and listens to you. 

“Babe, I didn’t have the best day today,” you admit. You like making eye contact with her, however, it’s easier to say this while not. “It’s okay,” you chuckle and glance up at her when you notice she goes still. She’d even stopped playing in your hair. Simpering, she slowly resumes her ministrations. “Maybe you need to move in.” Of course that’s a joke, but there’s a reason you say it. “What you experienced downstairs when you came? It hasn’t felt like that here in…all year, basically.”

You add that sometimes you feel concerned about your parents and that you think they should seek counseling, especially one of your parents in particular. 

“Is this why you have’t been sleeping?” 

“Huh?” She’s slow to speak. “Damn, is it that obvious?”

“Well, Y/N, I know we often stay up all night talking, but even on days we don’t, you’re not getting a proper night’s rest…and you’re not eating that much…” 

You sat up. “Who told you that?”

“Your family, baby.”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really? Did they also tell you that they need help?”

Shuri sighs a bit, looking off to the side. “No. Look, Y/N, baby, this was my first time hearing any of this.” Now she’s eyeing you earnestly. “Is the drama taking a toll on you?” She grasps your jaw when you attempt to avoid eye contact. 

“I guess it is. But like you said, we also stay up late too.”

“Maybe we’ll have to change that.”

“It’s how we keep this long distance alive,” you said, looking at her like she’s crazy. 

“Yes, love, but I thought you were getting rest on the other days.” She rubs your knee and gives it a small squeeze. “Family drama can be tough. I think you should talk to them. They can already see something is wrong. Tell them where you stand. Give them an ultimatum.”

“It’s funny you say that because I am planning to move soon.”

“With me?” 

You’ve discussed your plans to get your own place, and Shuri has offered on multiple occasions for you to live in Wakanda with her. 

“There’s no one else I’d rather live with,” you tell her. 

“Rather?” She repeats and you laugh. 

“You know I would love to live with you, but just let me get settled first.”

She nods. “No rush, mamas. Did I say that right?”

You giggle and confirm that she did. “I’m proud of you!” 

After a beat, she kisses your cheek gently. “I promise that things will look up. I’ll be right here to help you through it all. We have to start taking better care of ourselves.” You hug her waist and feel comforted by her chin atop your head. “Can I make a request?” You nod in the crook of her neck and she smiles lazily. “Use your words, mamas.”

“Yes, baby. How can I help you?” Amusement fills your air. 

“I care about every little detail about you, so what would make you think I wouldn’t care about your pain?” Her eyes are already locked on you when you look up. You just look back at her, feeling somewhat like a child. “I ask, please, that you let me in. I can’t force you, but you can come to me, Y/N. Even if I’m at the lab.” She rolls her eyes, laughing when you say “Whoa” about the latter. “Please, promise me, princess.”

You look right at her. “I promise. But you have to promise me as well. I care just as much about you and want to have your back always.”

Her gaze is full of affection and conviction. “I’m so lucky to have someone as beautiful as you, who truly cares about me—the person.”

You smile and bring her into a tender kiss that she gladly indulges. Because you’re having a moment, she keeps it chaste. When your lips take a break from each other, you tell her she’s the best girlfriend. 

“I’m glad you know this about yourself, Y/N.” 

You spend the next minute or so outdoing each other with the compliments, neither of you refusing to back down. You pout when you notice her trying to leave. Her laugh is melodic and she’s quick to press a kiss to your neck. “I’m not going far, my love.” You watch with a furled brow and then chuckle when she retrieves your hair container. She sets it down and smoothly arches a brow of her own, holding up one of the small tooth combs, silently asking for your permission.

“I want to test out my braiding skills,” Shuri says earning a grin.

To her delight you say, “Let’s see what you got. But please, be gentle.” 

“Always,” she reminds you. “Can I choose the next movie?” 

#shuri x reader #shuri x you #shuri x y/n #shuri x f!reader #shuri fluff #shuri black panther #shuri fanfiction #princess shuri #queen shuri #mcu shuri

[cosmiclion]

Hello everyone, this is my way of announcing that I've decided to "fuse" all my little Kuro AUs/ideas (or as many as I can) into one single huge AU:

It’s just easier for me to have one big pretentious project where all arcs are connected instead of going back and forth between AUs 🤷🏻

⬇️Context under the cut⬇️

For those who haven't seen her this is Belmon or just B (any pronouns), the demon OC I shamelessly ship with Grell, I’ve been thinking lately that I really should draw her interacting with other characters 🙂 She belongs to a species of demon that don’t eat souls but instead sustain themselves by absorbing other creatures’ energy, called succubus/incubus or Life Leeches. They’re still immortal eldritch entities beyond human comprehension that originally come from another realm and have limitless shapeshifting abilities, but they’re a little less “otherworldly” in the sense that they experience more human-like emotions and feelings, have concepts of romance, affection, sexuality, friendship and family and can indulge themselves in human pleasures like sleep and food, even if they don’t need them. They also begin their life similarly to humans in that they reproduce sexually, and age like humans during their first years, though they stop aging once they reach adulthood.

When I initially created the AU where I included her, the basic plot was that Sebastian was a familiar demon who had first made a contract with Vincent (which explained why they had a similar physical appearance). The attack at the manor still happened but both twins survived, and then the contract was passed to RCiel and Madam Red, who was also a watchdog, became the twins’ legal guardian. Grell wasn’t a reaper but some kind of spirit of nature who was An’s familiar and they were like sisters, then they met a badly injured and weakened Belmon whose human family had been killed by feral demons, and after taking her in she also became An’s familiar and later fell in love with Grell.

I’ve been making a lot of changes to the AU and scraped most of that. The story so far is that B isn’t anyone’s familiar (and never had a human family) but some demon who has her own place and does her own thing. She’s an acquaintance of Sebastian, they don’t see each other too often but know how to find each other when they need to (at this point in time none of them has met Grell, she’ll come into their lives later). B is a very young demon, in fact at the time this scene takes place she’s chronologically 21 years old, unlike Sebastian whose life spans millennia. So B is pretty much a “new demon”. Despite this, she’s lived among humans most of her life and is an expert on them and their needs.

When Sebastian gets out of the cult’s building with the unconscious Ciel (turns out the conditions the poor boy was kept in gave him a nasty respiratory infection), he doesn’t really know what to do with him. Well, he knows the first thing is to pull the child away from death’s door, but he doesn’t know exactly how to save him on his own, and he has no time to lose. His best choice is to go to B for help, as Life Leeches can not only absorb other creature’s energy but also give them their own energy via physical contact. In fact their supernatural healing abilities are often chosen over (or along with) human doctors for more serious or urgent stuff, they may not be able to quickly and miraculously cure a serious illness or heal a life threatening wound, but they can help a person’s body fight it by keeping it strong. So he basically shows up at her door and hands the child to her like “Plz help ☹️”

Note 1: “Crow” is how B addresses Sebastian before he actually starts going by Sebastian. I headcanon that a demon’s real name isn’t even known to other demons, so they often give each other names based on a color, animal or any other thing that is commonly associated with them. Belmon is actually a shorter simplified version of her real name, and Sebastian calls her Blue.

B absolutely adores children of any species and is more than happy to help nurse little Ciel back to health, she’s just puzzled that a demon like Crow is suddenly acting all motherly and protective 😱

Note 2: I made Ciel’s hair a little bit longer and messier because, realistically, seeing as how the cultists treated the children I don’t think they would’ve bothered to keep them groomed ☠️

(I'm tempted to give the Phantomhive boy so many parental figures but I swear I'll still draw him mainly interacting with Sebas 😂).

#eli’s art #artists on tumblr #art #digital art #drawing #skecth #kuroshitsuji au #kuro familiar au #black butler au #oc #demon oc #kuroshitsuji oc #black butler oc #belmon #ciel phantomhive #our ciel #ociel #o!ciel #eli rambles #i am going to create an au that is so self indulgent #procreate app #long post #not yoi

[shimmer-wing11]

Crack Strikas Episode one: True Wisdom

Key:

Y/N- Your name

Y/g- your gender

H/c- hair color

H/l- hair length

E/c- eye color I know on my previous post I said that the crack shots would be platonic, but I can’t turn up the chance to give Y/N the harem that they deserve. Obvi there won’t be much, and u can just ignore that part, but I couldn’t resist. Thanks to @c28hunter who gave me the idea for this. If you have an idea for another episode, shoot me a request! I’m more than willing to write! Also, this really isn’t crack, it’s just stupid, but it’s basically the same thing, right? Alrighty, y’all are done with reading me ramble on, so here’s the crack shot.

~~

One’s appearance has a great impact on their life. Whether you have a dark complexion with the most startling bright eyes, or the palest skin with cute little freckles dotting your face, it will affect how you are perceived. And that is where we will begin this story.

They say wisdom comes with age, and what better way to show your age than a long white beard? Of course, if it comes naturally, then you have nothing to worry about. If not, one must go to extra measures to showcase their wisdom. One of these men is none other than the old and ‘wise’ coach of FC Nakama, Uri Giri.

~~

“Miko!” Y/N gasped, as they noticed the black haired striker. With no hesitation, they rushed and jumped at the startled man. Shaking off his shock in less than a moment, he swiftly catches the annoying little bug despite the burning feeling on his face.

“Ohayo, Y/N, but was jumping on me really necessary?” He blinked down at them, as a crap eating grin snaked onto their face.

“Yessss, because I luv youuuu!” They cheered. The inside of his chest hammered at the statement. From the direction Y/N came, one of their friends popped out.

“Y/N!!! GET BACK HERE!” KitKat, a short brunette screamed as she rushed towards them, “Go back to bed, you drunk!”

“I’m not drunk! And I don’t want to go to bed! I wanna tell Miko about what I saw his coach doing!” Y/N babbled from their perch in said player’s arms. KitKat shook her head annoyedly.

“You didn’t see anybody except some random CLEAN SHAVEN man and me, not Uri Giri. It’s hard to miss the beard of that man. Now come on, time for bed,” The short girl rolled her eyes and held out her arms to receive the drunk y/g

“But that dude was him! He was putting on a beard, I saw it! He went into a different room and put one on,” They whined as they were handed off, albeit hesitantly by the soccer player.

“What do you mean? Are you sure it was Uri Giri sensei?” Miko questioned down at them.

“You bet! He was at that bar just down the street. So much for honor. He was drunk as heck,” Y/N giggled then burped, which elicited an even bigger fit of laughter from the y/g. After they calmed down from their slap happiness, their eyes became heavy, and soon soft snoring could be heard from them.

“Do you require assistance in bringing them to the hotel?” Miko questioned KitKat who shuffled the sleeping sack of potatoes on her shoulder around.

“Yes please. They are really freaking heavy,” the brunette wheezed, and handed them off.

“And you are also tiny.”

“Hey! I’m not that small!”

~~

Nakama sulked in defeat. Not only did they lose their match, but their coach had lied to them as well. The silence in the locker room was tense and awkward, for nobody knew what to say. The door then slammed open, as an infuriated Y/N stormed in the room.

“Your coach is a bit-“

“Y/N, language, please,” Miko cut the angry comment off. They gazed around the room and huffed.

“Are you guys just going to sit here? Like seriously?” They clicked their tongue in disappointment.

“There is nothing we can do,” Kendo, the goalkeeper sighed dramatically.

“Are you sure? Cuz I have a pretty darn good plan to fudge up his life,” Y/N grinned, looking around the room at all the curious faces.

~~

“Long day means long rest, and it has been very long day,” Uri Giri grumbled as he dragged his feet through his home. Stepping into the safety of his bedroom, he removed his fake beard. It was truly easy to fool his team into believing he had a beard, showing his wisdom by his old age. The thought brought a chuckle to his lips.

The coach practically collapsed onto his bed, and within a few moments, he was knocked out cold, snoring like a dying bison.

~~ Time skip brought to you by El Matador failing at the Macarena ~~

Uri Giri’s back was what stirred him awake early in the morning. It hurt like crazy, and so with much pushing, he finally managed to get up. After performing a few stretches, the old man excited his room, fake beard in hand.

Outside he heard yelling, conversing, and especially laughing. It surrounded his house, so without thought, he tied on his beard, and peered out the window. A flock of people were gathered outside his house, most of which were laughing uncontrollably at their phones.

In an instant, he noticed his team, as well as their two annoying friends. They had stupid suspicious grins on their faces. What had they done now?

Without hesitation, Uri Giri slammed open his front door.

“What are you doing at my house?!” The man screamed, startling everyone. But soon they returned to laughing, and began pointing at him mockingly. Anger bubbled up in him.

“Why would he do that? Is he trying to look wise or something?”

“He looks so stupid!”

Having enough, the coach exclaimed,“What is the meaning of this?”

The closest person to Uri Giri, a tall lanky black haired man, shoved a phoned into his face.

There, on the video, it showed Uri Giri removing his beard in the safety of his bedroom. The old man spluttered.

“WHO DID THIS?”

“Your team uploaded it to YouTube,” The man beside him stated before walking off.

“GAHHHHH!”

~~

“Did you see his face? It was awesome!” Y/N was laughing their butt off.

“Now I think he should know true wisdom is to not mess with his team,” Miko nodded, along with the rest of his team.

Yeah. Don’t mess with them, or you’ll have your beard exposed. Well, uh, if you have one. If not, prolly just your biggest secrets, nothing too much.

#Supa Strikas #Supa Strikas crack #Supa Strikas x reader #Reader insert #x Reader #Nakama FC #Uri Giri #Nakama FC x reader

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Cafe Enchanté Stellaworth Benefits Bonus Voice Recording CD

Today’s translation is of the Gensou Kissa Enchanté Stellaworth Vocal recording CD (ステラセット特典録りおろしボイスCD) . Similarly to the Hakuoki ones, there are a number of misc tracks spoken from the characters featured. 

as always, my translations may not be 100% accurate as I do not translate from Japanese... actually haven’t mentioned that fact in a while. Also this is the last of the Café Enchanté content I can translate. 

anjoy!

Cafe Enchanté Stellaworth Benefits Bonus Voice Recording CD

Translation by KumoriYami

Track 1 (sleeping sounds)

Canus: nn...

ah,... ah.... it's you. good morning.

Oh, that was just my imagination, let's just pretend that nothing happened. . Have you been staring at my face since you entered my room?

Ah, No... I don't intend to blame you. It's just that I thought that such a thing happened. I can't do anything about my sleepiness/fatigue, so it's not worth mentioning.

But, hehe. no.... I understand your thoughts. You can't see my face. [so] It's only natural that you'd be interested how I look while I sleep [check audio for pacing].

That being said, it's unusual for humans and other people [species?] to have such an interest in how I look. You don't need to do anything to monopolize my gaze though. In this case though, nn, my constitution is a bit special.

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Track 2

"But, what/what's the matter, even the sight of me eating is stared at, and I can't calm down.

Haha, as expected, the sight of me eating still feels quite novel. Well, the food disappears the moment it gets close to my face.

You want too examine this in more detail? That's fine, how do you want to do that?

Oh, ah, how about I eat the food on top of this fork?

Is... that so. You really want me to eat/hope for me to eat like that? It's true if that method is used, the feeling of the food disappearing will be conveyed a bit to you.

Ah, ah, uh, no. Although it definitely means that I don't want to, uh, no, wah, I'm the one insisting that it's fine. You're not joking. Th-Then. I'll be in your care. A-Ah——mm.

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Track 3

Hm? The weather's just right. It's the perfect time to garden. Yes. Then, let's hurry and plant the new seedlings. Are you ready over there?

Haha, you not only have gloves and shovels, but  you've even changed your clothes. You're full of enthusiasm.

As promised/According to our agreement though, I'll be teaching you the basics of gardening.

First, use a shovel to gently move the soil over there. Ah, there's no need to increase the number of times you turn over the soil.

That's good. That should soft enough. Then next, hm? Ahah, there's some dirt on your cheek. It's obvious that you've only just started arranging the flowerbeds, but you're quite enthusiastic. This is a testament to how focused you are so there's no need to feel embarrassed.

You want me to wipe off the dirt? Please don't move for the time being.

Nn, good. It's gone.

But, in this way, when I take care of you, you seem more childish than usual, and I always think, haha, that I can't help but laugh.

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Track 4

Nn? Who could it be at such a late hour?

The door's open. It's okay to just come in.

Oh. It's you. You didn't sleep yet? What can I do for you?

Did you wake up because you had a strange dream?

Hmhm, that strange dream, and based off of your complexion, could it be... that it was a nightmare?/it must have been a nightmare. Because of that dream, you felt uneasy, and you were looking to see who hasn't gone to sleep yet?

Well, if I may, until I can talk with you until you fall asleep. Feel free to find a space to sit.

But, to come to me because of a nightmare, how do I put this... you have a unique preferences.

No, it's nothing. I do look like this after all, and don't have a head. Seeing me when you're feeling scared will instead make you feel more scared.

Hm, I'm not scary... huh. Haha, you are bold in a sense. Even if I'm not afraid, it's just a nightmare. Because you can treat me normally like this, one person is worth a thousand people [i think?].

Oh, ah, did you fall asleep while I was talking? It would be great if my words could dispel your unease/anxiety. It'd be good if you fell asleep like that/It's okay to just fall asleep. I'll take care of putting you back into bed later.

Good night. I hope I can have a good dream next time.

Canus Espada, Umehara Yuuichiro

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Track 5

Il: (breathing sounds)

Ah? It's morning already? Good morning. Ah, sorry.  It's rare for you to wake me up, but I didn't notice that since I've been sleeping until now?"

I'll get off the hammock now, please wait

Oh? Ah, are you interested in this hammock? You and other people usually use a bed for bedding [no idea how else to phrase that...]. Hammocks are very comfortable to sleep in. If you're interested, would you like to try it once yourself?

Then... please lie down and don't move.

Oh, what's wrong? Don't mention it.

Hehe, how is it? Doesn't it feel like you're floating in the air?“

Ah——seeing the way you're lying down, I don't know why I'm feeling sleepy again. Sleeping is one of the things that only humans do, right? So I'd like to try to imitate that too. Then I'll be sleeping next to you, excuse me.

Ha, let me sleep with you for a while...

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Track 6 

Ahaha, today's breakfast seemed especially delicious. You even went out of your way to make the pancakes that I like. Thank you for your kindness.

Ohmnomnom.  Ahah~ this soft and elegant sweetness permeates through the mind. As expected, desserts/sweets are the best foods/cuisine in the human world!

Oh? Are there any other items you want to add to the breakfast menu? If it's a dessert/sweet, then anything is fine. For example, a duo of a parfait and ice cream.

Ah, that's not a meal but a dessert so it can't be accepted? Ah, that isn't right, is it?

Eh? If it's part of a set meal, you'll consider adopting it? Ah, thank you very much! When it's decided, I'll be very happy with that menu!

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Track 7

(sound of water)

Ah, my body's warm, and it's almost time to get out.

I can use this bath towel thing that's folded here, right?

Ah, speaking of which, just like when she came in, Misyr and Ignis both gave Michelle and Ignis both gave strange instructions when it came to bathing, though their intentions were not clear. "Just in case please wrap a towel around your waist after taking a bath."

Huh? Is this okay? I forgot the roll up method the professor specifically taught.

Oh my! What a coincidence. Did you want to take a bath too? You got wet from the sudden rain...

Ah, huh? Why did she suddenly leave? Was there something she needed to do here? And her face suddenly turned red. Hmhm, although I don't clearly understand what the situation is, I'm still worried. I'll go check on her after.

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Track 8

Yes! Yes! That's it! The manga that you bought the other day for me, references that otome game's spin-off and focuses on the past history of its complicated interpersonal relationships, right? The divergence that starts here should be reused at the end of the main story after the game's been completed  [i think???? the first sentence was super confusing].

Ah, oh my. It's already this time? Well, that's truly amazing. When I chat with you, it feels that tiems flies even faster than normal. I wish I could spend more time with you, but you can;t always divide your time with me.

That's why, lately I've been thinking about how the precious time spent with the two of us has become more meaningful...No, it's more about how it should be cherished.

Hehe, let's chat in my room next time. Of course, if it's something outside otome games, I'd also welcome that here.

Ah, it's almost time to sleep, right?

I understand. Then, it's about time for me to go.

Ah, good night. I hope you have sweet dreams.

Il Fado de Rie Ishikawa Kaito

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I hope to get to subtitling this stuff in december. maybe. iuno. 

#cafe enchante #gensou kissa enchante #canus espada #il fado de rie

[vulpecular-draconic]

calling myself a pocket dragon hasn’t felt quite correct recently (since a little while before this post, but it’s only really stood out to me since then) and i think i’ve figured out why. i’m still a pocket dragon, but i’m also a big dragon.

(big as in bigger than a pocket dragon. and more sapient. relative to some other dragons i’ve seen around tumblr, i’m still on the smaller side, i think.)

section one: quick little backstory

i remember being a (not pocket) dragon since i was about nine or ten. i may have had an idea of what my own species looked like, but i don’t clearly remember it if i did.

as i got older (fifteen-awakening?) i started subconsciously trying to ignore any shifts. they didn’t mesh well with my main daydream worlds, and i think i did subconsciously view it as “cringe.”

i had my first pocket dragon shift a month or two after i initially awakened as alterhuman. it was very strong, the most acute shift i’d had yet, so i assumed that the big-dragon stuff i felt in the past must’ve just… turned into a pocket dragon. (now, obviously, it’s making a resurgence.)

maybe i was suppressing it even then — i think i internalized some of the stuff i saw on the therian guide forums, and was worried that admitting i was still a big dragon would somehow mean i was wrong about being a pocket dragon.

section two: the reasons (besides phantom limbs)

me as a pocket dragon is only concerned with basic life things. i have a simple thought process. communication isn’t nuanced, sounds and movements are used to convey emotions rather than ideas. eating, sleeping, crawling in little hiding spots, and finding pretty things to look at/play with is my natural state. it’s nice. of course, it’s all filtered through my human brain and non-pocket dragon thoughts still leak in, which can be annoying or stressful. but i can feel what it’s supposed to be.

but i’ve also been having other dragon-related instincts and thoughts that don’t match that.

it’s… hard to explain, the thought side of things. there are times when i am thinking, and i am a dragon, and the thinking is definitely related to me being a dragon, yet not at all related to me being a pocket dragon. they’re completely different somehow. not just the fact that i’m more articulate, but the… color, i guess you could say? the color of the world is different. not literally, my eyes don’t literally change to see different colors. but something about my perspective or mood is not the same. it’s like the difference i observed between being a fox and being a borzoi, during my borzoi cameo shift a while back.

i also relate with the sentiments of other dragons on tumblr in ways that don’t make sense if i’m just a pocket dragon. for example, longing to fly high enough to reach the clouds — my pocket dragon species stays close to the ground, not even really flying above the trees if we can help it. (this longing to fly isn’t connected to being an avian-person either, since that ‘type [whether kin- or heart- or something else] doesn’t seem to come with instincts, just high-def limbs.)

being territorial is another one. i can tell that while it’s tied in with several of my ‘types, it’s also tied in with me being a dragon, and yet not with my pocket dragon species. things like this: things that feel distinctly dragon to me but distinctly not pocket dragon.

(i would give more examples, but i don’t know much about this bigger species compared to what i know about my pocket dragon species. in my defense i did just rediscover it after a year or three of not thinking about it much.)

conclusion

i feel i’m just repeating myself at this point, so, conclusion: calling myself just a pocket dragon doesn’t feel right. calling myself a pocket dragon and a bigger, different kind of dragon, does, because i am both.

#HOO boy this is like the fifth big identity revelation i’ve had in the last three days i need a break #i say some stuff #otherkin #nonhuman #dragonkin #pocket dragon kintype #critter experiences #critter shifts

[kalims-pessimist-bestie]

alright i’m a 22 year old autistic adult that plays twst to heal from my traumatic teen years so

🍃💨 with the twst homies?

this is just for fun. purely self indulgent. this is how i imagine it would be for my yuu, but no pronouns or names are mentioned so do with this info as you please

cw: weed, peer pressure, ace getting punched (he deserves it), cuddling, kissing (aggressively), naps, putting azul in a blender (affectionate), shrooms (guess who…), dealers, a formal apology, epel being a short king, ortho does not smoke, malleus is in love with mc, i punch sebek

tw: trey

Riddle:

-so i don’t think he’s down for this

-actually i think he’d collar me for even asking

-but if he was a little lax with it, i think i’d constantly peer pressure him into trying it (im a menace)

Trey:

-i don’t think he’d smoke, but i think he’d be a good sitter

-also he’s a baker so imagine the edibles 🤤

-i bet he knows how to get the smell out of your clothes

-he’d make sure you’re eating and drinking and staying alive. wraps you in blankets and makes sure you’re happy (i hate trey)

Cater:

-i know he’s smokin

-imagine the high selfies you could take with him

-giggling all night about videos on magicam and taking online quizzes. maybe even get a little cuddly (even just platonically, at least i imagine it could be)

-i’d also gladly cuddle with him romantically too js

Ace:

-it was his idea

-he’s definitely the kinda stoner that gets really close and you’re basically making out by the time the night ends (as long as your chill with it)

-he’s also a huge asshole the whole time and might make you cry

-just punch him if you want him to stop anything

Deuce:

-so i think he’d be totally against it at first, calling ace reckless and stupid

-but with a little bit of loving peer pressure, he’s smoking with y’all

-he prolly used to smoke in his delinquent days

-i think the night would end with really snuggly cuddles if you let him

Leona:

-he’s 20 and in high school. this dude DEFINITELY smokes

-but usually just to go to sleep

-but those would be the best naps you’ve ever had

-i could imagine him lazily flinging himself into your arms, telling you to pet his ears

-yall cannot stay awake it’s too hard

Ruggie:

-he wont buy it but if it’s offered for free he’s all in

-gets the munchies and might share with you

-also enjoys ear scritches and lazy naps, but usually wants to go out and do things (the zoomies)

-i could imagine a lot of late night walks. i think he’d also enjoy stargazing

Jack:

-sorry, jack stans. you know his moral compass is to strong to do that

-plus, he’d mention how it’s bad for your lungs and can effect athletic performance

-he’d also want you to stop, but wouldn’t necessarily be a bitch about it

-he’ll be a sitter every once in a while, but not willingly

Azul:

-i really don’t think he’d be down, but if he was…

-i would have so much fun being a mean sitter. azul is one of my favorites so naturally i kinda wanna put him in a blender

-i also (highly) headcanon that he’d ramble on about his thoughts on jamil his classmates

-jade is supervising him

Jade:

-OH COME ON HES SKIPPED WEED AND JUMPED STRAIGHT TO SHROOMS

-like you’re just trying to relax with a joint and he’s vibrating in the corner telling you about the cool patterns on the wall (it’s a blank wall)

-but if he did smoke with you, you wouldn’t be able to tell. he’s just thinking more, and honestly that should scare you

-he needs a hug

Floyd:

-it was all his idea, and he actually peer pressured you into it

-i think you’d end up dancing to the twst version of kesha

-it would be chaos and crazy but it would be so much fun

-unless you need quiet in which case you shouldn’t have caved when he was peer pressuring you

Kalim:

-i don’t think he’s smoked but he’s been offered a million times at parties

-and he usually tries to say yes cuz “why not” and then jamil intercepts and scolds him because he’s the head of the asim family and all that jazz

-but maybe it would be okay if it were in a controlled environment with jamil supervising

-i think he’d get a case of the rockies and spit out every random thought he has (i’m projecting). he also gets the munchies

-i think he’d be another cuddly one, he’d fall asleep being the little spoon

Jamil:

-this mf smokes daily. it’s the only explanation about how he gets through his day

-his overblot could’ve been prevented if he had a blunt (his dealer went home for the holidays)

-if he ever has a day off and gets to smoke with you, oh gosh would it be a chill sesh

-he’d make food and y’all would just have deep talk for hours before falling asleep on the same couch or something

Vil:

-absolutely not

-some bs about how it ages you and makes lines on your face

-and you know he’s scolding everyone that uses it

-sorry not sorry vil fans, i just know he wouldn’t smoke with us :(

-uses cbd and hemp products tho

Rook:

look, this is my formal apology for not writing about rook. i kept trying to figure out if he would or not, but every scenario came out so aggressively wild and outta pocket that i don’t feel comfortable writing this portion.

im sorry but rook is just too weird for me to understand.

Epel:

-gets caught by vil every weekend for smoking

-no matter where he hides or where he goes, vil finds him (he has rook, duh)

-little man just wants to smoke and feel some sweet relief before facing vil again, but he can’t catch a break

-and he doesn’t have a dealer at home so he’s basically SOL

- but if he was successful, he’d be just the suavest mf in the whole school. what he lacks in height, he makes up for with a bold smoothness that makes him seem taller (the logic checks out trust me)

-he would just be a flirty little dude all night

Idia:

-he reminds me of my ex bf so i think he’d be a hardcore stoner

-prolly collects (or makes?) bongs

-i’m just projecting my ex onto idia it’s why i can’t simp for him easily

Ortho:

-he’s a robot and a child

-but i think he had a setting somewhere like a cart dock

-so idia could just use ortho as his dab pen

-but that’s more of a joke than anything (is it?)

Malleus:

-for MC, he’d try anything

-he’d prolly (carefully) lay his head in your lap so you could play with hair and caress his face gently

-and he’s prolly full of lovesick ramblings and smiles

-if you don’t wanna be MC tho, yeah sorry he’s not gonna smoke with you. he’d only do that for his one true love

-good try tho :)

Lilia:

-he’s the school dealer

-i mean, he’d be able to get in and out of places without being detected no problem

-if y’all were getting lit together, it would be relatively chill

-a lot of weird lilia stories about his adventures

-he’d prolly also talk about his little diasomnia family 🥹

Silver:

-he tried it but fell asleep

-he was snuggly tho :)

Sebek:

-“A KNIGHT OF MALLEUS DRACONIA SHOULDN’T BE SMOKING MARIJUANA! IT WOULD MAKE ME INEFFICIENT IF THERE WERE TO BE AN EMERGENCY! AND AS AN ACQUAINTANCE OF WAKA-SAMA, YOU SHOULDN’T BE SMOKING BECAUSE YOU’RE MAKING IT APPEAR LIKE SOMEONE WITH HIS HIGH TITLE DOTTLES WITH THE UNRESPECTABLE!”

-i punch him :)

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