#except whenever he showed up to his birthdays or whatever

[apricote]

fen sees his dad like once every season, but mia has been trying to encourage ren to see his son more often. they invited fennec out to eat at pinky's diner on night on the town to try grow closer to him.

lot (once again) by @beetlemp3

#simblr #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #tjolc #tjol challenge #f: vickers #vickers: 1 #s: fennec #s: ren #s: mia #q #tbh i don't think fen is that eager to get closer to his dad #like ren never wanted him in the first place and wasn't a part of his life in any way #except whenever he showed up to his birthdays or whatever #their relationship is better now than it was when fen was a child #mostly because ren doesn't get a tense moodlet around him anymore #but like there's A LOT of resentment on fen's side and he considers sammy as his real dad #he wouldn't give a fuck if he ever saw ren again lmao #he does it mostly for mia because she's very nice and keeps asking him to come visit and he feels bad for her :[

[bingoboingobongo]

something to be grateful for

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley (Call of Duty) x Reader

Type: Smut (minors dni), fluff

Summary: Ghost’s never celebrated Thanksgiving before. For one, he’s not even American, and two, he never had anything to be thankful for. But this year? This year he’s thankful for you.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: use of feminine body parts, explicit language, fingering, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), guided masturbation (?)

A/N: welp. idek what to say. this started out as a fluffy thanksgiving drabble and now it’s this. is it good? idk. is it bad? idk. is it accurate? idk. my experience is in the negatives so this is just an amalgamation of all the knowledge i have gained from reading/reddit threads. happy thanksgiving to all who celebrate, and as always, likes/reblogs and constructive criticism as always appreciated, enjoy :)

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Before the 141, Ghost had never celebrated Thanksgiving. He had heard of it, of course, but he would never partake in it. For most of his life, it was just an odd American holiday, a way for them to show their gratitude by gorging themselves on turkey and pies and mashed potatoes. He always thought it was a dumb tradition. If you were really thankful for something, you should show it everyday, not just once a year. But maybe that was just him being bitter, he knew, after all, life had dealt him a shitty set of cards, and he never had much to be thankful for.

Until he joined the 141; until he met you. Ghost had served in the military before, he had liked people before, but there was nothing quite like the 141, nothing quite like you. For one, the 141 was a multinational special operations task force, unlike his last battalion, which was full of Brits. The 141 was filled with operators from all sorts of places, Britain, Scotland, Australia, the Czech Republic, and of course, America. Even though he rarely engaged with the other soldiers, except for Price, Soap, Gaz, and you, he had heard them whispering to each other about Thanksgiving a few weeks back. 

And you. There was something different about you. Maybe it was the fact that you were in the 141 with him, that he saw you almost constantly, that he didn’t have to leave you for months at a time. Or maybe it was something else, maybe it was the way you never took yourself too seriously, even when you were in the field; maybe it was the way you hummed to yourself whenever you reloaded your gun; or the way your laughter tugged at his heartstrings whenever he heard it over comms. Whatever it was, it set you apart from everyone else he had ever liked. 

He was still thinking about you — not that that was uncommon, he was always thinking of you — when he heard an awkward knock at his door, followed by a muffled call of his name. He looked up from the book he was supposed to be reading, his hand instinctively reaching for his mask on his bedside table. Tugging it over his face, he made his way to the door. 

Usually, he could tell who was coming to his room just based on their steps in the hallway. Price’s were solid and firm, like him. Soap’s were heavy and brushed against the floor a lot, as if he was trying to make as much noise as possible. Gaz’s were usually light and quick, like he was rushing somewhere but didn’t want to run. And you, your’s were short and cheery, and almost always accompanied by the sound of you humming. But he didn’t hear any steps recently, not that that was surprising. The rest of the task force had spent the last few hours celebrating and the noise made it hard to hear anything. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t care. It was probably someone’s birthday.

Someone called his name again and carefully, he opened the door a few inches, just enough for him to see out of. He looked down to see you, wearing sweatpants and a tank and carrying two large plates of food. “Do you need something?” he asked.

You hummed, “Can I come in first?” you asked, lifting the two plates up for him to see.

He looked back into his room, checking to make sure it was fit for you to come in. He turned back to you, widening his door and stepping to the side to let you in. He watched as you set the food down on his desk and looked around his room. For some reason, he didn’t know why, he felt slightly nervous as he watched you take in his room. He hadn’t done much to it, the walls were light gray and completely barren; his desk was empty except for a few books, a laptop, a cup of pencils and pens, and an old journal he barely used; his blankets were folded and placed neatly at the end of the bed, which was pushed against the wall, and the only thing that signified that anyone had used it was his slightly crumpled pillow and the book he had left behind.

“So,” he said, breaking the silence, “what do you need?”

You hummed absentmindedly, tilting your head to read the books on his desk. “We missed you at dinner,” you said finally, turning around to look at him.

“Who’s we?” he asked.

“Everyone. Me, Soap, Gaz, even Price asked if you were coming.”

“I never come to dinner,” he said, “why’d everyone start caring now?”

You rolled your eyes in disbelief, “Because those were all normal dinners. This was a special dinner, we thought you’d come join us.”

“What’s special about this dinner?”

“What's special?” you asked, your jaw dropping, “what do you mean ‘what’s special?’ It's Thanksgiving, Ghost.”

Oh. He never knew the exact date of Thanksgiving. He knew it was near the end of November and that was pretty much it. If he was being honest, he had assumed it had already passed. “I don’t celebrate,” he told you, “and what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with the others, celebrating? And what’s with the food?”

“I know you don’t celebrate, '' you said, “but neither do Soap or Gaz or Price or like, half the people here, and they’re still hanging out with us. And since I knew you wouldn’t come to the party, I figured I’d bring the party to you.”

“I’m not really a party kind of guy,” he said, watching you scrunch your nose in annoyance.

“Fine,” you said, rolling your eyes, “then we can just have a lame Thanksgiving in here. What plate do you want?”

He sighed, if there was one thing about you it was that you were stubborn as hell. If you had set your mind on celebrating with him, it was going to take a lot to get you to leave, not that he minded. To be honest, having dinner with you wasn’t the worst way his night could’ve gone. He walked over to the desk, examining the two plates. “They’re the same thing,” you said, “just one has apple pie and the other has pumpkin.”

He turned to you, “Which one do you want?”

You shrugged, “I’m fine with either. You pick.”

He reached for the plate with pumpkin pie, offering the apple one to you. “Sit,” he said, nodding to his bed as he sat down on his desk chair a few feet from you. He watched you take the plate and sit on the bed, scooting carefully until your back rested against the wall.

“Dostoyevsky?” you asked, looking at the book he had left behind.

“Crime and Punishment. You read it?”

You nodded, “Back in high school. I actually really enjoyed it.”

“Me too, figured I’d reread it though. It’s been a while.”

“Oh wait,” you said suddenly, scrambling to put your food back on the desk, “don’t eat, we gotta say what we’re thankful for.”

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes as he put his plate down. “Do we really have to?” he asked, “I don’t see the point.”

You scoffed, “The point is expressing your gratitude, Ghost. That’s why it’s called Thanksgiving.”

“But if you were really thankful for something, you would show it everyday. Not once a year.”

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Wow, great philosophy, Ghost,” you said sarcastically. “But for the rest of us who aren’t as noble as you, Thanksgiving is a time for us to remember to be grateful. Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you actually follow your little philosophy,” you said, shooting him a pointed look. “Alright I’ll go first. I am thankful for,” you paused, biting your lip as you thought of an answer. You looked good when you did that, he thought. He wished he could be the one biting it though. “I’m thankful for the fact that I’m alive right now,” you said, “I’m thankful that we don’t have to be in the field today, and I’m thankful for you.”

“You’re thankful for me?” he asked.

“Of course I am, you’ve saved my ass like twenty times in the field and you’re a nice guy anyways. I like hanging out with you.” God, he wished you liked him in other ways too. He knew you would, if you would just give him a chance, he could show you. Show you how good he could be to you, how good he would make you feel, how hard he would make you orgasm. He would make you scream so loud the entire base heard, even with all the noise they were making. “Your turn,” you said, blissfully unaware of his thoughts.

“Do I have to do three?” he asked.

“Mmm, yeah. Why not?”

He sighed, “Alright, I’m thankful for… I’m also thankful for the fact that I’m alive and we don’t have to be in the field today, and,” he paused, trying to think of a third option. “I guess I’m thankful for you too,” he said.

You scrunched your nose at him, “You literally just copied everything I said, Ghost. And also, you suck at showing your gratitude for me every single day.”

“Yeah? Why don’t you give me a chance to make that up to you then?” he asked, his voice lowering.

You stiffened, clenching your thighs together. Was he going where you thought he was going with this? He couldn’t be right? He was your boss, he wasn’t supposed to think of you that way. You weren’t supposed to think of him that way. With his head buried in between your thighs or his hand wrapped around your neck as he slammed into you. “What do you mean by that?” you asked, your voice a lot smaller than you intended.

Shit, Ghost thought. What was he doing? Why did he say that? Why did you clench your legs together like that? Was he turning you on? Was he making you wet? God, he hoped so. He hoped you were thinking the same filthy thoughts as he was. You pinned underneath him with your legs wrapped around him as he thrust into you, or you on your hands and knees with your ass pressed out for him. Fuck, he could feel his cock twitching in his pants already. “What do you want me to mean?” he asked slowly, leaving you to decide how the night would go.

He watched as your eyes flickered down to his cock. He looked down too, he could see it pressing against his sweatpants. He looked back at you as you licked your lips, shifting your weight on your thighs. You slowly brought your gaze up to his, “I want you to mean,” you whispered, so quiet you didn’t even know if he could hear it. “I want you to mean that you want to fuck me.”

It was quiet for a moment, and you held your breath for what felt like forever until he spoke again. “Take off your pants,” he whispered. You didn’t move at first, just stared at him with those big doe eyes of yours. “Don’t make me tell you twice,” he said, his voice laced with lust and menace. You sprang into action, scrambling to kick off your pants as your mind raced with ideas of what he would do to you.

You sat on your knees in front of him, your hands toying with the hem of your tank. You watched him lean forward in his seat, his head nodding at your legs. “Open your legs,” he said, “I wanna see how wet you are.” Fuck, his voice was doing things to you, you could feel yourself get wetter everytime he spoke. Slowly, you opened up your legs, memorizing the way his pupils dilated at the sight of you. 

“Touch yourself,” he whispered.

“What?”

He looked back up at you. “I said touch yourself. Rub your clit for me.”

You watched him tilt his eyebrows at you as if to encourage you and you bit your lip. You snaked one of your hands down between your legs, sucking in a breath as you began to rub small circles on your clit. The friction of your underwear was working wonders on you, sending jolts of pleasure up your body whenever the cloth rubbed it the right way. You threw your head back, letting the feeling wash over you as you clenched around nothing.

“Look at me,” you heard him say. You picked your head off the wall, focusing your eyes on his. He wasn’t staring back at you though, he was staring at your cunt, at the way your fingers circled the bundle of nerves at the top, the way your underwear was starting to darken with how wet you were. 

You wanted to touch him, or for him to touch you. You stifled a whine as you thought about what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you. You started to rub your clit faster, biting down on your lip as you tried rocking your hips against the bed.

Meanwhile, Ghost was watching you like you were the most captivating thing in the world, and you were. He could feel his cock getting harder in his pants as it strained against the fabric of his boxers. He had to swallow down a groan when he heard you start to whine. He could see you fighting the urge to close your eyes as the pleasure washed over you, your hand working on your clit furiously.

He grabbed your wrist, effectively stopping your wrist. You looked at him confused, your chest heaving. He didn’t say anything, just looked at you slowly before lowering his gaze to your core. You watched with bated breath as he stood up from his chair, his hands still on your wrist as he moved to the bed. Slowly, his hand lifted yours away from your clit, laying it next to you. He moved his hand to your cunt, his fingers sliding over your folds, admiring how wet he could tell you were even through the underwear.

“Ghost,” you whimpered, looking up at him.

His eyes snapped to yours, “Tell me what you want darling,” he whispered, his voice sultry sweet.

“Touch me. Please,” you mewled. 

“I am,” he said, and you could see his mask shift as he grinned.

“Ghost,” you whined, “you know what I mean.”

“Actually,” he said, pulling his hand away from you, “I don’t.”

You huffed at the lack of contact. “I want… I want you to finger me,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Perfect,” he said slowly. His hand slid down your panties and he let out a groan as his fingers came into contact with your wetness. “Shit, all this for me?” he asked, causing you to look away. “Not so fast,” he said, clicking his tongue, “eyes on me, remember?”

You nodded, training your eyes on his as he continued running his fingers through your wetness. You whined as you felt his finger brush over your clit, your breaths shallow as you tried to focus on his eyes. “Ghost,” you whimpered, gripping onto his wrist when you felt him stick a finger inside of you.

He looked up at you lazily, his finger pumping in and out of you. “You like that?” he asked in that gravelly voice of his, causing you to clench around his finger. You nodded, a moan slipping out of your mouth when his palm brushed against your clit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, think you can take another?” he drawled, one of his hands snaking up to grab at your tit.

You whined, nodding your head fervently. “That’s my girl,” he said, adding another finger. You let out a gasp as he started using his thumb to rub steady circles on your clit, your thighs trembling as you tried to keep them open for him. Your mouth fell open as he continued fucking you with his fingers, the sound of his fingers fucking your wet cunt filling the room. You moaned as you felt his fingers curl up inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. He added a third finger, drawing another moan from you as you threw your head back, too consumed by the pleasure he was giving you to remember what he said.

He growled, the hand on your tits snaking up to wrap around your neck as he forced you to look at him. You whined, your hands wrapping around the hand on your throat as his fingers continued thrusting into you. You rocked your hips against his hand desperately, crying out his name as you felt him scissor his fingers inside you.

“Ghost,” you cried, your voice breathy as he kept fingering you. You could feel your orgasm growing, your entire body growing warmer and the knot in your stomach getting tighter as you approached the edge. You didn’t even need to tell him you were close, he could feel it in the way your body began to stiffen and your cunt squeezed him tighter. He kept working you, his fingers sliding and scissoring inside of you until you were at the very edge of the peak, ready to fall over. And then he pulled out.

You whined, your chest heaving from your lost orgasm. You stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “What was that for?” you gasped.

He chuckled, admiring your lust-blown pupils. “I want your first orgasm to be with my cock inside of you,” he explained, pulling you up from your knees.

He laid you on your back, letting out a whistle as he peeled your underwear off of your legs. You pushed yourself onto your elbows, watching him with wide eyes as he pulled off his sweatpants. You could see his cock straining against the thin fabric of his boxers, and you licked your lips as you watched him pull it out.

“You like that?” he asked, and you nodded. “You wanna suck it?” Another nod. He let out a low chuckle at that. “Maybe another time. Right now, I just want to be inside you.” You felt your heart flutter at his words, so this wasn’t a one time thing. There would be more times. What did he want out of this, did he just want a fuck buddy? Or did he want something more? You swallowed, silencing your thoughts as you watched his hand pump his cock as beads of precum pooled at the tip.

You sucked in a breath as he leaned over you, one of his hands caging you in as another lined up his cock with your entrance. You gasped as you felt him stretch you out, your eyes squeezing shut. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, you just didn’t realize how big he was. “Shit,” he groaned, dropping his head to your chest as he continued pushing into you, “you feel so fucking good.” You whined, your hands sliding under his shirt to feel his back.

You mewled as he bottomed out inside of you, your chest heaving as you clenched around him. It felt so good to have him inside of you, it was like he was made for you. He stretched you out so perfectly, leaving you teetering between the edge of pain and pleasure. Slowly, he started moving his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you. “Ghost,” you whined, “give me more.”

You heard him curse to himself, “Are you sure?” he asked.

You nodded, letting out a moan as he began thrusting into you faster. Ghost groaned as he fucked you. You felt so good squeezing around him. How long had he wanted this? He couldn’t remember. He could barely think, if he was honest, his whole world was consumed by the way you took him in so easily. He snaked a finger down to your clit, reveling in the way you moaned so loudly for him, reveling in the sounds of his cock slamming into your tight cunt. He slammed his hips into you harder, savoring the way your mouth dropped open and your eyes squeezed shut whenever he hit your sweet spot. He could practically feel his chest swell with pride as moan after moan fell from your lips, your voice raw from crying out his name. 

You could feel your orgasm coming again as he continued fucking you, the coil deep in the pit of your stomach tightening and threatening to burst. You could barely even register the sounds coming out of you, they sounded foreign and distant, unnaturally high pitched and whiny to be your own. “Ghost,” you cried out, wrapping your legs around his waist, trying to push him deeper inside of you. “I’m—”

“You about to cum?” he asked, recognizing the way you stiffened and clenched around him. You nodded furiously, your eyebrows knit together. “Fuck, the way you’re squeezing me I’m about to cum too,” he said, with a low chuckle, “go ahead and cum for me darling. Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”

You cried out his name, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back as the coil in your stomach finally snapped and your orgasm washed through you, racking your body with delicious waves of pleasure. You could feel him continue to thrust into you as you rode out your orgasm, your mind hazy and lust-drunk. Through lidded eyes, you watched his hips begin to stutter inside of you. You watched him dip his head in his shoulders, moaning your name as he came inside of you.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, with him on top of you, slightly heavy but not suffocating, both of your chests heaving as you thought about what happened. 

With a grunt, Ghost pushed himself off of you, stopping to admire your lust-blown pupils, messy hair, and unfocused eyes. He watched you blink slowly, your eyes turning to his as a smile came over your face. “What?” he asked, standing up.

“Since your whole thankfulness philosophy says that if you’re grateful for something you should show it every day, does that mean we’re gonna be doing this every single day?”

He rolled his eyes, “You still on about that?” he asked, making his way over to his bathroom and wetting a towel. “I thought we already established that my philosophy needs some work.”

“Does that mean you don’t want to have sex with me every day?” you asked, sucking in a breath as he wiped you down.

“That’s not what I meant, don’t put words in my mouth,” he said, pulling on his sweatpants before tossing you yours. “Put your pants on, the food you brought’s cold now, let’s get another plate,” he said, glad that the mask hid the childish smile. You rolled your eyes, tugging on your pants but leaving your ruined underwear on his bed. He could keep it, you had plenty more.

Ghost chuckled as he watched your legs buckle when you tried to stand, letting you struggle for a moment before he went over to help you. In a way, he could sort of see why people celebrated Thanksgiving. Before, he never had a reason to. He wasn’t American, he didn’t have any friends or family to celebrate with, and he didn’t have anything to be thankful for. But now? Now it was different. Now he had you.

#bingoboingobongo.com #ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost modern warfare 2 #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost smut #ghost fluff #ghost imagine #ghost angst #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley cod #simon riley mw2 #simon riley smut #simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader

[neuvistar]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KUNIKUZUSHI.

— featuring . wanderer / kunikuzushi x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings . nsfw. kunikuzushi being such an absolute cutie (it’s darling’s first time pls be vv patient w him), vaginal sex, riding, creampie, a lil bit of titplay, use of nicknames, overall suggestive content. please let me know if i missed a few ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

ੈ‧₊˚ “how about this. would you like me to be your present, kuni?”

✦ WANDERER . KUNIKUZUSHI (OR KABUKIMONO)

kunikuzushi sat by himself on the floor, relaxing under the sunlight that was radiating through the window from outside, sighing deeply to himself. it’s been days, weeks, months maybe even years until he finally found someone like you, someone he could trust with his life, someone he could show his vulnerability to. throughout all his sleepless nights, there was nothing that ran through his thoughts except the thought of you leaving him. even just thinking about the day you’ll betray him.. just like how they did never failed to make tears start swelling in his eyes.

he refused to stay away from you, and he hated it. it’s like you HAD to be with him at all times, or he had to be with you at all times. he doesn’t want you to leave him, he doesn’t want you to leave him all alone on the dust like how others did. he doesn’t ever wanna go back to phase one, where he was abandoned by someone he still deeply cherished inside his heart, his mother. his life is in your hands, and you were willing to accept him and show him the love he’s always wanted to be shown, always willing to teach him new things. you didn’t see him as some kind of abomination, you didn’t see him as some useless puppet that deserved to be played with and thrown away after usage, you saw him as human. he absolutely loves you for that, he let his guard down for you. despite him not being human himself, you still saw him as one. but really.. could he trust you? no.. he shouldn’t. he can’t, right? what if you leave him, what if you abandon him, is this just some kind of facade of yours? or—

“kuniku!” he blinked a few times, ears picking up the sound of a familiar voice nearby. he stood up quickly, turning his body around, eyes desperately trying to find you. all of the sudden, he flinched at the feeling of your arms snaking around his figure, letting out a cute yet startled “hnpmh!”. hugging his body tightly, you intertwined your fingers with his, pressing a light kiss on his cheek. “today’s a special day, kunikuzushi! it’s your birthday! happy happy birthday to you!”

today .. this specific day .. was a special day, you would always tell him that. his birthday .. a special day, huh? he never celebrated his birthday with someone he cherished before, so it shocked him when you mentioned that partners like you both are supposed to celebrate birthdays together. although, he didn’t mind spending more time with you, he always wanted to be by your side, after all. he doesn’t get it, why are you willing to spend this special day with someone like him? surely you could’ve had better things to do rather than stay with him, right?

“why must you always pull these kind of ridiculous surprise hugs on me whenever you feel like?”

“do you not like it when i do it? i can stop if you want.”

“absurd! it’s not that, it’s just— forget it. do whatever you please.”

you giggled pecking his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “happy birthday kuni, i love you.” he hummed, hesitantly wrapping his arms around your waist. “let’s go rest up. you must be tired, hm? the sun’s been out all day, aren’t you feeling too hot at all?” you put a hand on his head, eyebrows furrowed as kunikuzushi blinked at your sudden action. it’s not rare that you do this, he knows you like checking his temperature in case something happens to him. although.. he deny the fact that all he’s been staring at was your chest, how close you both were, how he caught sight of your nipples poking up into the shirt, absolutely ridiculous .. did you not wear anything under? he swallowed the lump in his throat as his face began to heat up.

“hm .. enough about that, now, what would you like to do? or even better, what would you want to have as a present?” you pulled away from his body, leading him to the room you both shared, scooting close to him when you both sat on the mattress. “is there anything particular you have in mind?”

he gulped, pretty eyes of his still focused on your cute breasts. fuck.. will he ever catch a break from you? what even is this feeling in his body? this unfamiliar feeling drove him crazy, it’s like he craved for something.. but he just couldn’t put his mind into it, is this one of your doings? unknown to him, you knew where his eyes were settled. you giggled, “kuni? my eyes are up here, y’know?”

“a—ah .. apologies, would you mind repeating that?”

“what gift would you like from me?” you scooted even closer, putting a hand on his arm, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “or.. how about this. would you like me to be your present, kuni?”

he froze in place, unable to move as he was startled by your sudden boldness with him, did he hear you right?

“i’m afraid to say that i don’t know how .. to .. do any of that. i’ve never done such thing before.”

ahh.. you knew what he meant. what a sweet darling he is.

“then let me do the work for you, darling. can i?” you scooted even closer to his body, breasts practically rubbing against his arm as his breath hitched at the sudden contact, nodding at your request, before leaning over to kiss his neck. “i’ll take care of you, okay hun? just let me do everything for you.”

— buuuwwep !! ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა

“hmn.. mhm ..” you tightened your grip on his attire, fucking yourself on his cock as your tits bounced continuously, mouth wide open before throwing your head back in pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of kunikuzushi’s cock in your wet pussy. “mmph .. [name] please .. ah—“ kunikuzushi found himself getting lost in the pleasure of this new feeling, cock twitching at how your walls felt around him, he wanted more. way more.

“you like that, darling? you want more?”

“more.. more please hn—“ you chuckled, slamming yourself down on him, the tip of his dick reaching and brushing against the deepest parts in you, oh how much he loved the cute faces you made as you fucked yourself on his cock.. how much he loved how your tits bounced through your shirt. kunikuzushi brought a hand to cup your breasts, hand engulfing your tits fully as a whole. that is until he came back to his senses, dragging his hand away from your breast before you swiftly guided it back towards it.

“s’okay baby, keep touching me. i’m all yours, after all.” that was when kunikuzushi reached his point. he pushed you off of him, catching you off guard as he hesitantly grabbed both of your legs, aligning himself with you before slipping his cock back into your warm cunt. “a—all mine..?” “mhm.. all yours, baby” fuck. kunikuzushi began moving his hips, unable to think of anything else but you, just you. your words of encouragement making his dick twitch, “i’m all yours, after all.” kuni slipped the hem of your shirt way up over your tits, revealing your tits to him. “kuni—“ he took your breast in his mouth, teeth tracing against your flesh. he lifted up one of your legs, pressing it down against the mattress as he rubbed your bud with his thumb. “k—kuni!” he pulled away from your breast, a string of saliva connecting from it to his mouth as he buried himself in your neck, wrapping a hand around your waist to pull both your bodies close together, making it easier for him to abuse your needy hole with his dick.

“mine.. [name] you’re all mine right? gonna make you all mine.” you whined, body shuddering before your clenched around him, your orgasm building up quickly inside of you. your body shook as you cried out in pleasure, cumming on kunikuzushi’s dick. taking in a few gulps of air, you tried calming your breathing down before letting out a loud moan at one sharp thrust. “[name].. i feel something coming.. where do i—“ “inside, kuni. inside” he bit his lip, snapping his hips against yours one last time before releasing his load into you, painting your walls white. the warmth and the euphoric feeling of him cumming inside of you drove you crazy so much that you didn’t even notice how much he came, his load starting to drip out from your soaked pussy and onto the sheets underneath. “h—happy birthday, kuni. i hope that was a— ah!”

you were flipped around, face first on the soft pillows that were under you, kunikuzushi aligning himself with your overstimulated cunt once more as he rammed himself inside of you again. “kuni! i’m sensitive.. please later—“ “need more of you, please..”

“f—fine.. mng! its your.. birthday after all..”

happy birthday kuni n happy 20th birthday to me !! <33 — Maryse ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა

#ᖭི༏ᖫྀ maryse’s diary ૮꒰˶˃̵ ^ ˂̵˵꒱ა #scaramouche ૮꒰ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ꒱ྀིა #genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi smut #wanderer smut #kunikuzushi <33 #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin impact smut #scaramouche x you

[badasmuse]

“Slow Motion”

Bada Lee x Reader

Warnings: not technically 18+ but it should be, language, bada slander, stripper!bada, rich!reader

Summary: you come every week to support your favorite stripper.

Based off Slow Motion by Trey Songz

“back again?” the bouncer says to you as you cut to the front of the line.

“of course. my favorite dancer is here. i don’t make this money for nothing.” you say winking and walking in when he opens the rope.

“enjoy.” he shakes his head.

you’ve been coming to club bebe for three weeks now. you went with your friend for his birthday a month ago and that girl… man that girl was so fine. her long legs and pretty skin. the way she wrapped herself around the pole. you won’t say you’re in love but man.

since then you’d show up every monday and thursday (the owner told you her scheduled days) ready to throw money at her. or slip it in her bra or thong whenever she was close enough. you walked in just in time cause she was making her way to the stage. you pushed through to the front, pulling money from your purse.

“oh great. i hate when she comes out.” some guy says, leaning back in his seat.

“yeah me too,” his friend replies, “like why would she even become a stripper. she’s too tall. i’m surprised she hasn’t tripped over her own legs yet.”

you ignore them, focusing on the way she dances in front of you. you’re shocked at the outfit she’s wearing, it’s see through, she’s never shown this much skin.

you didn’t care, you enjoyed it really.

you watched the sad look on her face as she danced around the pole. it’s like she knew she wasn’t anyone’s favorite. no one likes her. except you of course.

hearing the comments about her made your blood boil cause you knew she could hear them too. so you did what you do best, grabbed more money from your bag and continue to throw it at her.

“you like this garbage show?” a man next to you says. “i wouldn’t waste a penny on her.”

“me and you are not the same.” you reply, grabbing another stack from your purse. you ran out of ones but twenties will do.

she got close and kneeled down next to you and you stuck twenties in the side of her one piece.

she let out a gasp and stood up blushing. quickly finishing her act, she picks up all the money and runs towards the back.

you sigh and go to find the nearest security guard, “i want a private dance with her. i’ll pay whatever she wants just get me one.”

“one moment.” he says walking towards the back.

minutes later the guy comes back ushering you towards a room. “she said give her five minutes. it’s gonna be a thousand.”

you hand him the money and he takes it and puts it in her little mailbox in the back as you walk into the room.

moments later, she shyly enters the room. “um… hi.” she whispers. “sorry i don’t know how this works you’re my first private dance.” she mumbles.

“i’m not too sure how it works either. i’m not a fan of strip clubs but you? i’m a fan of you.” you say as she walks towards you.

she blushes and looks down, “um… is there a specific song you’d like me to dance to?”

“slow motion by trey songz.” you respond so fast she barely finishes speaking.

“oh.. i know that one.” she says giggling. she hooks her phone up playing the song before strutting over to the pole in the center of the room. you sat back watching her dance around the pole. wrapping her legs around it doing stunts. you look in your bag for more money to give her. you wanted to empty your bank account for her.

at the end of the song she blushed at all the money you threw at her. “i hope that was good for my first time.”

“baby it was perfect. and just know.. you’re worth more than a thousand dollars. i’d pay fifty thousand to have a private show from you.” you whisper.

“i’ll be back on monday. save me a dance pretty girl.” you say before walking out, leaving her stunned and alone to pick up her money.

“this woman is gonna pay my bills for months.” she mumbles happily.

Taglist (open! comment to be added!): @waveartistry @sun-nyy @yngtort @jennamc75 @m0r0s1111 @seungxstar @badasbebe @lil-elliesgf @currentfications

a/n: this was for darling waveartistry but they deactivated? :( i wish i got it out before they did but hopefully they come back i’m not too sure why they deactivated i haven’t been here in so long, super sad rn :(((( also there’s gonna be a part 2 to this which will be 18+

#squidnotes #bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #Spotify

[rachelambery]

dbf!joel no outbreak hcs

nsfw near the end

- joel owns 1 pair of boots. at this point it's an ongoing joke that they're gonna outlive him, the once hard protective fabric has turned into something that now resembles tissue paper. they're pretty sure he thinks it's his second child

- you're unsure how he was a single father with his inability to cook anything except for breakfast, as far as you're aware him and sarah lived on frozen pizzas and Chinese takeout.

- as cheap as he is, he refused to skimp out on birthday gifts for you. even when you say "i don't want anything!" he'll show up to your party with a box of whatever trinket reminded him of you

- of him and tommy, he was definitely the lower maintenance of the two. everytime you'd sit next to them by the fire, the conversation of eye cream would always come up, maria put him onto it, and he REALLY things joel would benefit from it.

- joel doesn't play about his cigarettes, you're unsure how all of his teeth haven't fallen out with how many times he smokes a day. you'll look the other way and when you look back it'll just appear in his mouth.

- he smells like a mix of smoke and whiskey, as gross as it sounds, at this point the smell is comforting. reminds you of him. his truck.

- you're pretty sure he's narrowly avoided death with how poorly he cares for himself when he's ill. you'll go with your dad to work and your eyes will settle on him, coughing up a storm and practically vomiting while he builds the roof. when he eventually passes by and you question his state, he'll just say. "it's a cold. everyone gets it"

- once sarah moved out, he'd stay way too late at your dads house. and on nights back from college when you couldn't sleep, you'd end up sitting next to him on the couch, laughing. after a while you'd both fall asleep on the couch, your head normally nuzzled into his neck, enjoying the mix of whiskey and smoke that emanated off him.

- don't let his buff physique fool you. that man is only athletic looking, even at your state, when you hadn't trained since middle school track, you'd smoke him on a race to his truck everytime.

- he's the cheapest man you've ever met. in the 18+ years you've known him, you've only ever seen him buy 1 new pair of pants, and that was onto after he'd ripped his old reliables. you're pretty sure that's the first time you've seen that man cry like that.

- every bandaid in his house has dinosaurs on it, sarah used to refuse to use anything other than dinosaur bandaids, so it's ingrained in his brain to only buy them. even though she's been out of the house for months.

- he once fell off the roof during a job, they don't let him up there anymore.

nsfw starts here !! minors avert your gaze !!

- he's very respectful during sex, talking you through it, kissing you at every opportunity, praising you.

- he refuses to listen to you when you say your legs still work after, he'll pick you up bridal style and lay you in bed.

- he loves teasing you, it's actually sick how much he loves it. placing a hand on your thigh during family dinners, slowly working its way up until it's barely not touching you.

- he's a munch (self indulgent)

- whenever you're alone, he'll pull you into his lap nearly immediately, sometimes just to toy with your hair and sometimes to tease you

- speaking of hair, he likes when your hands find their way to his hair, pulling and gripping it

ok thank uuuuu

this was so self indulgent it's actually insane :P i apologize for my actions

#joel #joel miller #dbf!joel #self indulgent #tlou #the last of us #tlou joel miller #tlou2 #the last of us part 2

[bigdumbbambieyes]

more Chrissy & Billy bestie headcanons from yours truly!! btw here’s more headcanons and the original post

• Billy is both disgusted and amazed at the fact that Chrissy doesn’t own any black clothing - except a dress she has in the back of her closet, but that’s just for funerals (her exact words). He immediately takes her to the thrift store to find a soft-yet-metal outfit she can wear to Corroded Coffin’s show that weekend.

• For Chrissy’s birthday, Billy buys her a pair of little hoop earrings that have a small, delicate flower dangling from them. She gives him one of the two, saying it’s so they can match, and he wears it every day for a week because he’s never had best friend jewelry until now. When he thinks Neil has seen it, he immediately switches it out and keeps the earring safe in is dresser.

• When Chrissy thinks of a new cheer routine, she always runs it by Billy first. Not because he knows anything about cheer, but because he’s painfully honest. She’ll sit him down in the garden at her parent’s house and have her pompoms in her hands as she does her routine, smiling as Billy watches her silently behind his aviators, a lit cigarette pinched between his fingers. He used to bitch about it at first but now secretly enjoys it because she’s genuinely happy the entire time she does it, and he does point out where she can kick higher or move more.

• Billy loves to call Chrissy ‘Miss American Pie’ or just ‘Miss America’ because it annoys her. He wears a big, smug grin whenever he pulls up to her cheer practice and calls to her, “Hey! Miss America! Get your ass in here!” And all her cheer friends giggle at her as she scrunches her nose at him, making her way to the Camaro for her ride home.

• (tw mention of abuse) Chrissy is doing a face mask one night when Billy comes knocking at her window, his cheek red and swollen, his eyes and nose just as red from crying. She pulls him into a fierce hug after he climbs into her room and rubs at his back, letting him softly cry into her shoulder. Once he’s composed himself a bit, but is still not ready to talk, she’ll give him a soft smile and offer to put the mask on him. “It might help your cheek?” She whispers, and Billy is very hesitant at first, because that kinda stuff is for girls, but he’s desperate for comfort so he lets her apply it. It doesn’t help his cheek but it does feel nice to have her pamper him a little, to soothe the pain that his father created. They do face masks at last once a week after that.

• They love going on double dates with their boyfriends. Steve and Billy like going to the movies because they can hold hands the entire time without anyone noticing, while Chrissy and Eddie like to go bowling (they’re lowkey a competitive couple). Regardless of what they do, it’s always a fun time.

• When they’re feeling angry at something or each other, Billy drives them down the highway and they scream-sing ‘Shout At the Devil’ by Mötley Crüe as many times as they need to.

• The first time Billy sleeps over at Steve’s, Chrissy is the first to know. The first time Chrissy kisses Eddie, Billy is the first to know.

• Chrissy loves reading her teen magazines and making Billy do the quizzes in it, asking each question out loud then reading him his results. He’s either appeased or says it’s total bullshit - there’s no in between.

• Billy introduces Chrissy to KISS but it’s Eddie that solidifies her love for the band when he makes a fool out of himself singing ‘I Was Made For Lovin You’ to her.

• Chrissy keeps whatever items Billy can’t keep at home in her room, because she wants him to have things he wants without having to worry about Neil finding them. One of the items is a photo booth strip of Steve and Billy, smiling and laughing and kissing, along with a small, green, stuffed teddy bear that Steve gave to Billy on that same date. All of Billy’s special belongings go into a little box in her closet, where they’re kept safe.

• (tw ed mention) Billy notices that Chrissy avoids certain foods and he notes them in a journal, because he doesn’t want to upset her by having her accidentally eat them. He also goes out of his way to remove any packing on food so she can’t see the nutrition label, instead offering her the food in a napkin or on a plate. She catches on right away and is touched that he’d even go to such lengths for her.

• Max and Chrissy love to annoy Billy at the same time any chance they get because he’s insufferable to them all the time. Billy hates how mischievous they can get, whispering to each other with matching grins, but he’s also very thankful that they get along so well. Chrissy is definitely a huge help when Max and Billy begin to repair their relationship.

#harringrove #hellcheer #billy hargrove #chrissy cunningham #steve harrington #eddie munson #best friends chrissy and billy #i wanna call them chrilly for short lol #headcanons #bambiwrites

[transmascnaotoshirogane]

pond

got impatient. woe, fic be upon ye

the format is fucked up (read; not indented) because tumblr was pissing me off. and i cannot fight with it at 2am. we might fix it later

ao3 ; x

Legend is a man of many talents. He has a lot of hobbies and skills, all picked up over his many years of adventuring. ..but sometimes, he surprises himself with what he can do. It’s a little intimidating, to think you know what you’re capable of just to be informed you can do something you’d never even considered, but…it is what it is. It’s best to just accept it when it happens.

That being said, Legend isn’t used to the fact these strange, rabbit-like creatures in Wild’s era seem to like him. A lot.

Rupee stuck around, following close behind Legend whenever they walked anywhere—as if he was afraid Legend would disappear if left alone for one minute. For a little while, this was cute—Rupee would even trail after Four, sometimes—but eventually ‘cute’ became ‘annoying’, and Legend kind of wishes the rabbit-creature would stop toddling after him all the time.

“Ledge, your lil friend is trying to get your attention,”Four spoke up quietly, not looking up from whatever book they’re reading. Wild had given it to them as a birthday gift, when he’d learned Four’s birthday had passed without the smithy saying anything. He also made Four a cupcake, despite the smithy’s protests.

Four shared it with Legend and Rupee later on. Rupee seemed confused at the idea, but had eaten his third of it after Legend had. Legend noted that it was carrot cake, and that he absolutely needs to get that recipe from Wild before this adventure is over.

Sometimes, Rupee will run off and find things to bring Legend, and other times he all-but-drags Legend with him to show the veteran something. It’s a little endearing, and sometimes Rupee finds some interesting stuff. That’s only sometimes, though.

In the span of a few weeks—he thinks, anyway. It’s a little hard to tell—he’d gained the attention of three more bluepees, none of which stayed too long but were present enough to have been named Koholint, Puddles and Blueberry (that last one came from Four. He’d let the smithy name her when they were upset one night) respectively.

Much like Rupee, however, they fussed over Legend too much. He’ll say he doesn’t know why they do it, but he does, and he hates it.

Just because his bunny form is a little…smaller than the average bunny, doesn’t mean he’s a baby.

Legend sighed. “What’s up, Rupee?”He tilted his head at the creature, groaning in annoyance when Rupee pawed at his leg before turning and hopping a small distance away, before stopping and turning to see if Legend was following.

Looks like he wants Legend to follow. Reluctantly, Legend stood up. “If the others ask, I’m just taking a walk. Rupee wants to show me something.”

“Okay. Be careful, vet.”

“Will do.”He hums, turning and following Rupee as he began to lead the veteran somewhere.

Belatedly, Legend realises that his sword is still with Four, but he doesn’t think he’ll need it. Not really. Rupee doesn’t drag Legend anywhere dangerous—hell, half of the time they don’t even go too far from wherever the chain had set up camp anyways.

Rupee kept going, occasionally slowing down to see if Legend was still following and allowing him to catch up before hopping off in front again. How considerate.

Honestly, Legend doesn’t know why he bothers entertaining it when Rupee leads him away; but no matter how much he questions himself, he still chooses to follow. If asked, he’ll deny the fact he questions himself on it. Nobody needs to be inside his head, except the ones already there. “...you’re not serious here,”Legend sighed out, watching as Rupee disappeared, appearing in a puff of blue smoke at the top of a nearby cliff. “You want me to climb up there? With these bones? No way in hell.” …he climbs up the cliff anyways. He’s admittedly curious about why Rupee wants him up there in the first place. Once he’s safely made it up, Rupee begins to lead him along again, stopping every so often so Legend can catch up. They don’t travel much further, as Rupee leads Legend into a clearing with a pretty tree and a pond in the centre. Vaguely, Legend recognises that this place reeks of magic. It doesn’t feel hostile, though, just…curious. “Okay, Rupe. What’re we here for?”He kneels down to the bluepee cautiously. In return, Rupee nudges his hand, and Legend belatedly realises that Rupee was trying to comfort him. He’s not leading Legend anywhere else, now, just sitting with him and nuzzling up to him. He still seems to think Legend needs to be comforted. Legend would be mad if it wasn’t Rupee. But it is, so he doesn’t, and instead settles onto the grass with him. He has to admit, this place is calming. It’s quiet, and absolutely soaked in protective magic. It’s safe. Even if the magic here feels curious, like it’s trying to figure out who and what Legend is, it doesn’t seem like whatever it’s coming from seems to be hostile. The veteran relaxes, running his fingers through the glowing blue fur of his little companion. Rupee seems to appreciate it. Legend doesn’t relax like this often. At home, he does. He has plenty of animals back home that he can do this with, he just…doesn’t do it while adventuring. His ears twitch. Something blue moves near the pond, but it’s too small to be a bluepee. It’s…a horse, he thinks. But it’s…not a horse. He knows what a horse looks like. He has one of his own at home. Twilight’s got his horse, Epona, with them. This is a horse, but it’s…not.

It has a similar glow to the bluepees, and Legend registers that the magic he felt earlier is coming from this being. How weird. The horse-thing seems to stare at Legend, and all he can do is stare back. He swears this thing has more eyes than it should. It has antlers, too, sort of like the ones that the bluepees have. After a solid, uncomfortable minute, it takes a step closer. And closer, up until it’s right in front of the veteran. Legend stares at it, before slowly standing up. He never takes his eyes off of the creature, and doesn’t even think about moving too quickly. Once he’s standing, he offers a hand out to the creature. He can feel the aura from the thing. It’s curious. Protective. “I’m gonna call you Pond,”Legend decides, once the…horse (he’ll keep calling it a horse, for now) nudges into his hand. “I don’t have any food with me.”He mumbles. “I’m sorry.”He does feel a little bad about it, but how could he have known?

Pond seemingly doesn’t mind. He spends a while just,,,sitting there, in the presence of a fluffle of bluepees and Pond. It’s…nice. Their presence almost feels healing, as he doesn’t seem to have a single complaint about how his body feels. Eventually, though, he realises that he did sort of leave without telling anyone except Four, and they might be getting worried now. “Rupe, we have to go,”Legend sighs. He doesn’t want to. He sort of just wants to stay here. Rupee hops up, though, and Legend pulls himself off of the ground. He turns to Pond, and runs his fingers through their mane. “I have to go now, Pond. It was nice to meet you.” Pond doesn’t seem happy. Makes a sound of protest that Legend’s only ever heard from Pepper, when he does something that she doesn’t like. “I know,”He frowns. “I’m sorry. I would stay if I could.”And he would. He would spend so much longer here if he was able. Pond seems to make a decision. Starts trotting away from the body of water, towards where Rupee is sitting. Legend, confused but needing to go that way anyways, follows. This is how he finds himself walking down a beaten path with a bluepee and a strange, horse-like creature who feels like a deity. This is how he finds himself back at camp, still with the two in tow. “Hey Ledge, enjoy your—”Wild cuts off, staring behind him. “This is Pond,”Legend informs. Then, “Do you know what it is…? I think it’s a horse? But it’s not.” “That’s—Legend, that’s the lord of the mountain.”Wild blinks rapidly. “That’s basically a minor god. How did you..” “Oh. Pond just kinda followed us back.” “Pond.”He wheezes, and Legend thinks he might be dying for a second. “You somehow befriended a minor god, and you named it Pond?” Legend pouts. “I think it’s a good name.” “For a pet, maybe.” Legend frowns and turns to Pond. “Do you like the name I gave you, or do you want something else? Nudge once for you like it, twice for you want a new one.” Pond nudges him once. “See? Pond likes it!” “Vet. You’re back.”Four hums, wandering over to scoop Rupee up into their arms, tilting their head at Pond. “Made a new friend?” “Yeah. Named ‘em Pond. Wild says they’re a minor god. Cool, right?” “So cool.”Four nods, petting Rupee. “Is that what Rupee wanted to show you?” “Yeah.”Legend fetches an apple from his bag, feeding it to Pond as he speaks. “There’s a little pond up on that hill. Pretty tree. There’s a lot more bluepees there, and that’s where Pond was.” Four hums, still holding Rupee as they step a little closer to Pond, tilting their head curiously. Legend notes that Four stays behind him, as if Pond might get spooked by Four’s very existence. “So creepy…Pond is so cool. Can we keep them?” “If they’re a god like Wild says…we shouldn’t, no. Pond really didn’t like the idea of me leaving their side, though. Like. Got so upset when me and Rupee went to leave that they followed us all the way back.” Four whistles. “Damn. Hey, can we swap Epona out for Pond? Pond looks cooler.” “Four!”Sky scolds with a frown. “I’m joking~ Relax. We can have both.” “You can’t keep the lord of the mountain!”Wild whines. Despite Wild protesting it, though; Pond hangs around the group for the rest of their time in this era, hovering over Legend and Rupee. Wild accepts this.

Later, he tells Legend that he’s lucky to be able to befriend Pond—who, Wild reveals, is actually called Satori—so easily. Legend doesn’t get it, though. Never does. He’s not really that lucky. Animals just like him. Wild throws something at him when he says that. Genuinely throws his soup ladle at the veteran, while the others laugh about it. Distantly, Legend wonders why animals trust him so easily. It can’t just be because he’s sometimes a bunny. It’s weird, but welcome. He does need to look into it, though. Preferably before he accidentally befriends another deity.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow ramblings #asmo and prince <3 #linked universe #lu #linked universe legend #lu legend #linked universe four #lu four #linked universe wild #lu wild #(those last two r brief) #rupee the bluepee #lu fic #lu fanfiction #linked universe fic #linked universe fanfiction #guys please....

[artemis32]

Can u do platonic yandere crystal choi and chairman choi. And also platonic yandere 2nd affiliate. All from lookism and in headcannons pls

Thank u so much!

Yandere Choi Family I

I have no idea wtf a headcanon is so this is what we're stuck with

Also I split this into two, I'll link the second affiliate here

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lookism masterlist

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As a member of the wealthy Choi family, you obviously want for nothing - except maybe some leniency.

Charles Choi as a father is someone who cares for you, but as a yandere, he’s incredibly protective. He monopolises your time in such a subtle way that you barely even realise he’s doing it.

He keeps you occupied constantly with meaningless tasks, anything and everything to keep you busy and distracted. He’ll disguise it as concern for your grades, your extracurriculars, your health, anything to cover up the fact that he doesn’t want you leaving the safety he provides.

Private tutors supplement your education, so you have no need to go to a school - public or private. He’s willing to pay for any hobby or activity you want, so long as it won’t take you out of the family estate. Same goes for your any other aspect of your life - you can have anything you want, so long as you stay within the estate.

Another common excuse he has for keeping you cooped up in your house is that he has many enemies, which isn’t untrue. Though, he never mentions that none of them know you exist. It’s better for him that you believe you’ll be in danger if you try to leave for any reason.

He tends to dote on you, spending time with you whenever he can despite his overwhelming schedule. He tends to show his affection for you with his time and by giving you gifts - all of them lavish and unnecessary.

Why would you need a car or four closets worth of clothing if you don’t go anywhere?

Most of the time though, you don’t question his strange behaviour. It was all you knew, and you loved your father.

Crystal Choi was a great older sister, but a scary yandere. 

Her presence, in one word, can only be described as suffocating. You love her dearly, but she barely leaves your side for more than a few moments, and she has a tendency of breathing down your neck whenever you try to do something yourself.

It’s not that she sees you as an incapable child, even though you are her baby sister - it’s more that she doesn’t believe you should have to lift a finger. You deserve to be treated like royalty, because in her eyes, that’s exactly what you are.

You enjoy your autonomy though, so often you distract her with idle talk, enough that she doesn’t notice as you go about the more mundane tasks in your day.

She loves to talk with you, spending hours talking about whatever comes to mind - more often than not though, she likes hearing you talk, so she’s more than content to allow you to ramble on about whatever you want for a few hours.

Another thing she likes is when you include her in your hobbies. Something about you thinking of her enough to invite her along warms her heart, and so she’ll never turn you down, no matter what you ask of her.

Together, the Choi family are borderline crazy, though the fact that not many people know of your existence puts them at ease.

#lookism #dark content #yandere #platonic yandere #female reader #crystal choi #charles choi #yandere x reader #platonic yandere x reader #yandere choi family #platonic yandere charles choi x reader #platonic yandere crystal choi x reader #yandere choi family x reader

[sacredthefran]

Cream & Sugar Pt 7 teaser

Pairing: Jake Kiszka + Female Reader 

Warnings: Sugar Daddy

Authors Notes: soooooo this isn’t really the first half of pt 7…it’s more like a long teaser :) also Happy Late Birthday Aaliyah 🧡

“Ouch.”

Looking into the mirror that is placed delicately on the dresser in front of you - meeting the eyes of the long haired man standing in the doorway.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your back.” Jake pushed himself off the doorframe and slowly made his way over to you. “I guess I really did a number on you last night.”

“Oh these little things?” Turning around so your back was facing the mirror, moving your hand in a motion gesturing towards the blue spots that were kissing your skin.

You arched your back gently as he pressed a digit into painted skin, hissing softly as he gave you a small smirk.

“Yeah, these little things.”

“Well if I remember correctly, I believe it was the door that did this.”

Looking into the coffee irises that you have become very fond of before looking over your shoulder, smiling to yourself as you recalled the night prior where Jacob had you bent over - face pressed against the door as his hands ran over your back endlessly.

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“What part of ‘drop it’ do you not understand?”

Fuck. You were positive your eyes were the size of golf balls, you started off with the whole ‘Killing my boss’ thing as a joke but once you saw it start to ignite a fire in Jake’s eyes - you couldn’t help yourself. There’s just something about him when he gets angry that draws you in - it makes you want him even more.

You stood silently for a couple of minutes just watching the way his back would tighten and then relax with every movement of his shoulders - the black linen shirt hugging him tight, showing every muscle on his frame. Jake pounded his fist on the door before pushing himself off of it, slowly turning around, making every inch of air you had in your body leave.

Maybe it was the squeak that left your body with the air or maybe it was your doe eyed look, Jake couldn’t help but to tilt his head back and let out a cackle.

“You’re so fucking hilarious. Has anyone ever told you that before?”

Jake paused for a minute, waiting for you to respond to his anger with your own.

“What? Now you have nothing to say? You gave me such an attitude at the table. Now, you’re silent.”

Jake went silent again only to be met with the sounds of you guys taking deep breaths - him out of anger and you out of anticipation for what was coming next.

“Speak y/n.”

“I’m not a dog Jake.” You bite back at him in a sharp tone.

“Oh you’re not? Could’ve fooled me, based on the way you do whatever I want whenever I say. Except you still have this one little habit that I can’t seem to break you of.”

“What’s that?”

“You don’t know when to shut your fucking mouth.”

“You know that’s not true.” You whispered, trying to find the little bit of courage that you had still stored in your body from moments prior.

“No, it is. You’re always trying to push my buttons and princess, you’ve sure perfected it.”

“Ja-”

“Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. Are you going to be a good little girl and do that for me?” Jake made his way across the restroom, lifting up his hand to brush the hair away from the side of your neck before placing his hand on the nape of your neck.

Slowly nodding your head while maintaining eye contact with the man in front of you - scared to look away. You’ve seen Jake pissed before when it came to you ‘flirting’ with Danny, but this? This was something completely different.

“Good girl. Now, you see this right here?” He held up his black iPhone directly in your line of vision, waiting for you to give him a nod to confirm that you were staying right here in this moment with him.

“I’m going to use this little app right here and bring you to the brink of cumming, but I’m not going to let you. Only good girls deserve to cum.”

You wanted to believe that he was bluffing, but the buzz that started in between your legs just proved that he was telling the truth. Of course, Jake wouldn’t start the vibrations on a low level, he wanted to torture you - he loved the watching you squirm infront of him, the harsh vibration making your thighs jolt in surprise and your mouth parting slightly as a small whimper came out.

“Quiet, princess.” Jake mumbled watching your lips in particular almost as if he was in awe with the way your bottom lip would puff in and out as you tried to steady your breathing.

“Ja- Daddy. Please.”

“I thought, I told you to be quiet.” Jake huffed, giving you that smirk that always graced his face when you were in his presence.

“Please.” You whimpered out, biting your bottom lip, knowing that it was a weakness of his.

“Look at you.” He whispered - tugging your lip out of your mouth “I don’t even have it on the highest setting and you’re already losing it.”

You got this y/n. Just keep eye contact with him and he won’t suspect a thing. You repeated that sentence over and over again, hoping that it wasn’t obvious to Jake that you were on the brink of an orgasm.

“Nope, no you don’t. Panties off now.”

Fuck of course he caught on to what I was doing.

“Oh, so you’re deaf now? Take off the panties.” Jake growled out, becoming annoyed once again by your defiance.

“I swear to God. I can’t wait ‘till we’re back home. I can’t wait ruin you, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you forget your name. Turn around.”

You were frozen in your spot - almost as if someone had glued the bottom of your Louboutin’s to the burgundy tile that made the floor of this restroom that Jake seemed so eager to fuck you in.

With a final huff, Jake grabbed your arm, turning you around so the front of your body was pressed firmly against the wall.

“Since you seem to have a hard time following directions, I’ll do it for you.” Jake hissed in your ear as he lifted up the back of your yellow sundress, fingers dipping into the sides of the black fabric, pulling it away and then letting it snap back onto your skin, before slowly inching them off your body.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t know you were about to cum? Baby, I know all the signs your body gives to me. I don’t have to be in your tight little cunt to know when you’re about to cum.”

“Da- '' You were quickly cut off by Jake, him sucking his teeth at you disapprovingly.

“Shut up. I didn’t tell you to speak. Where was I? Oh, that’s right. Your inner thighs always twitch when you start to get close, your bottom lip starts trembling, and your eyes - God, your eyes. They start to gloss over while you stare at me with that innocent look you always have.”

Jake speaks into your ear, watching in amusement as his hot breath hits your cartilage, causing your body to shudder. That was one thing you noticed early on about Jake, he always seemed to find pleasure with watching you react to him. Everytime you guys would fuck, you noticed how his eyes would gloss over with lust as he saw your breathing change and when he felt your heartbeat fastening. If you were to be honest with yourself - you would admit that deep down inside you got off on him getting off on the way you looked.

“Turn around.”

Jake moved a couple of inches backwards, giving you the space to turn around, slowly moving your eyes to meet his gaze. Anger looks good on him, thinking to yourself that this version of him right now is something that you will always want to keep engraved into your brain.

“I’m going to fuck you right now. It’s going to be hard and fast, I need you to stay quiet for me. You got that princess?”

The man in front of you sneered out - holding himself up by the one hand that is placed parallel to your right ear - as Jake holds your gaze, eyes searching yours constantly to make sure you understand every word he’s saying.

“You know I need words, baby.” Jake mumbled out as you nodded your head.

“Yes Jake.”

Letting out a small squeal as Jake landed a harsh blow to your right ass cheek, fuck that’s going to leave a mark.

“I said I understood.” You quirked your eyebrows back at him, surprising yourself with the new found boldness that was in your chest.

“Watch your fucking tone. You know how to address me. Do it correctly.”

“Yes Daddy. I understand perfectly. Crystal clear.”

“I was going to let you cum this time, looks like that’s not happening now.”

Your mouth falling open in shock as Jake raised his eyebrows at you. It’s been a month since you’ve had any sort of relief. Due to the rules of a specific claus in the contract - it stated that you were not allowed to perform the act of masturbating without Jacob T. Kiszka present. Sure, you tried to do it on countless nights when he was busy. But, in true Jake fashion, he would always call you right when you are nestled in bed with your favorite candle lit, running your freshly shaven legs against your satin sheets - feeling moisture in between your legs rising.

“What have I told you about having your mouth open?”

#cream & sugar #c & s #jake kiszka fic #jake kiszka series #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut

[cowgurrrl]

Smoke Signals

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Summary: “My rot is as hungry as me. & when God asks me about love, I always respond with cruelty.” - Yves Olade, from Belovéd [3.5k]

Warnings: major character death, typical tlou stuff

October 2007

Adam becomes a permanent fixture in your home after that day. You don't know why that conversation in the bathroom suddenly made things click, but they did. He officially moves in. Jane crawls into bed with you two more and more, starting tickle fights before sunrise. He learns to give you space, and you learn to be less afraid of showing him affection, squeezing his shoulder when you walk behind him, or kissing him before you leave for the day. Sometimes, when you know you have a big drop coming in, you ask him to go with you. He starts to get good at mapping routes and holding his own. You teach him how to shoot efficiently and scavenge for bullets. He teaches you how to find blueberries outside the walls. He even helps you bake a cake for Jane's ninth birthday. It's nice. 

There's still a lot you haven't talked about, and there are a million things you're unsure if you'll ever tell him, but it's okay. He's patient with you. He tells you he understands and isn't fazed whenever you clam up or revert to your anger and silence. "I'll wait," he often says. Normally, after he butters you up like that, you're able to open up just enough, but the lingering thought that he's too good, too whole, too perfect to be with you doesn't budge. You don't know if it'll ever go away. Maybe that's why you try to show him how much you like having him around. Maybe it's why you hide how your body flinches when he hugs you from behind. Maybe that's why you asked him to come on this drop with you.

The leaves are just starting to turn, and the dead ones crunch under your feet. An icy chill stings in the air, winter threatening you with the promise of an especially hard freeze. Whatever wild animals still in the area are desperately searching for enough food to last them through hibernation. You feel the same way as you and Adam trek towards the Shell station. Work gets sparse once it gets cold. People don't want to get caught out in a blizzard or stuck somewhere they don't recognize without rations. You're lucky if you get more than two shipments in before the ground thaws again. Winter is when you get dangerous. Jane needs a better jacket, her old one too small and not thick enough to protect her from the bitter winds, and the three of you need food. 

You've been picking up whatever jobs Lee could get you to fill the worrisome gap in your brain. Sometimes it's just dealing pills and working over addicts. Sometimes it's helping Lee move weapons between Areas. And sometimes, it’s a bullet fired from a rooftop or a conveniently placed knife amid the crowd, the poor sucker bleeding out on the ground before you can even turn the corner. You've gotten good at making things like that look like a freak accident or a rogue Firefly. Adam still doesn't know about the hit jobs, and he never will.

"Who are we meeting this time?" He asks once you're far enough out from the QZ. You glance around to ensure no one is tracking you or can hear you before answering him.

"Catherine and her crew. They said they had a lot of really good stuff come in recently."

"More pills?" He jokes, and you bump him with your shoulder. 

"A few, but Lee made it sound like they had stuff that's really hard to come by. Might even have some chicken for us," you say, making him groan at just the thought of a chicken breast. You laugh and look at him. "Don't get your hopes up on me just yet, Lowery. We don't know anything for sure." 

"You gonna let me make you a nice dinner if that is what it is?" He asks, a big smile pulling on his lips. The autumn sunshine illuminates his eyes beautifully, and the cold air tosses his hair over his forehead. You smile back before looking down at your shoes to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks.

"I don't know. What are you gonna ask for in return?"

"Just a million dollars and mind-blowing sex." 

"Are you saying I don't always give you mind-blowing sex?" You tease, and he laughs. He throws an arm around you, pulls you close until you're tucked into his side, and kisses your temple. You lean into him and let him take some of your weight, relishing in his warm body next to yours.

"I would never say such a thing." He mumbles against you, and you laugh. 

"That's what I thought," you say as the old gas station comes into view. You pull your gun from your waistband and take half a step away from Adam. He gives you a confused look, worry running across his features, and you shake your head. "I left some stuff in a cache out here a few months ago, and I need to get it out and take it to Lee's before it gets too cold." You answer the unspoken question, and he nods before pulling his own gun. 

"I'll cover you." He says, and you ignore the urge to fight with him. As you get closer and closer, your eyes bounce around, searching the area for any threats. The Raider attack from a couple years ago is still fresh in your mind. You refuse to let anything like that happen again. 

You enter the building through the backdoor, shimmying it open as quietly as possible before walking through the empty aisles. Upon first glance, you wouldn't see anything worth taking from here. All the food is either expired or gone. The fridges haven't worked in years, and whatever money may be left in the cash register isn't even the currency you use anymore. That's why you decided to keep a stash in the old beer fridge that takes up most of the drink section. Even if someone wandered in there, they wouldn't be able to spot the rickety board hidden behind sour cases of old alcohol. 

"Can you cover me from out here?" You ask, turning to face Adam as you stand in the threshold of the beer fridge. He pouts for just a second before nodding. 

"Be quick." 

"Always." You say as you peck his lips and disappear into the fridge. You turn on your flashlight to get a better look around and quickly find the loose wood hiding your stuff. As you load ammunition and a spare gun into your backpack, something makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You feel like you're being watched, but you can't tell by what. You glance over your shoulder to see if maybe Adam is watching you through the glass of the door but see his back as he wanders up and down the aisles of the gas station. You're about to call yourself paranoid when you turn back to your cache and your flashlight catches on a pair of yellow eyes. 

You scream as the Infected launches at you. You're too slow to fire a bullet, and your gun skidders out of your grasp as the Infected claws at your face. You step back to try to get away until the door opens under your shared weight, and you topple over. The wind gets knocked out of you when your back hits the floor with a devastating wheeze, and you see stars. She screeches in your face, tendrils pointing at you as you try to get the upper hand despite the lack of oxygen in your body. Then, in a split second, the Infected is thrown off you, and you scramble away to see Adam wrestling with her. He has her pinned against the wall, but she pushes him back when he tries to pull back enough to fire his gun. 

You rush toward your gun lying in the middle of the room as the Infected wails behind you, hopefully losing the fight with Adam. The second your fingers graze the metal, you turn and try to track her movements with a watchful eye so you don't hit Adam. When she rears her head back, you take the chance to fire. The bullet hits her in the chest, and she falls to the ground, bleeding out for about ten seconds before she stops breathing. Her blood bubbles in her throat, but you can't hear the sound of it pooling in her mouth.

You can't hear anything over the thumping of your own heart. That was the closest you've gotten to an Infected since Outbreak Day. Normally, you can hear or spot them while they're still far away and put them out of their misery without ever getting close to them. You rest against a broken fridge and bury your head in your hands as you try to take deep breaths. Those dead eyes always make you queasy. You're not really sure why. You just know every time you get too close, the lack of life behind the Infected's eyes makes you want to throw up. Maybe it's the idea of being half-alive and being forced to drag your dead weight forward until someone does you the service of putting a bullet between your eyes. Maybe it’s the memories from that first night and seeing them so up close, so fresh into their sickness, constantly replaying and making your blood go cold. You vaguely register Adam calling your name, but you don't look up until your breathing evens out. When you meet his gaze, there are tears in his eyes. 

At first, you don't understand why. You think maybe seeing you upset made him upset, or the wave of emotions accompanying the dying of adrenaline is hitting him early. Then you see the teeth marks on his skin. You find your feet and try to rush over to him, but he takes several steps back, keeping the distance between you. You must look as hurt as you feel because he has to look away from you. 

"Adam, please let me help." You beg, and he shakes his head as he covers the bite mark with a shaky hand.

"You can't help me." He's getting panicky. You can hear it in his voice. You take another step toward him, and he jerks away until his back hits the wall. He cries when you try to get closer to him, dodging a flailing hand trying to push you away.

"I'm not scared of you," you say. His blood is spilling from between his fingers at how hard he's gripping his skin, and you have to pry his hand away before he makes it worse. He's trembling from fear or the infection flowing through his veins. Either way, you don't flinch. "Hey, look at me," you urge, grabbing his face with your free hand and making him look you in the eyes. "You're okay. We can fix this. It's okay. You're gonna be okay, but you have to let me help."

"You need to leave. You need to go back to the QZ and leave me here." He says, his voice thick with tears. 

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Jesus Christ, can you not be so fucking stubborn for once in your life and listen to me?" He yells. The sudden change in volume makes you jump. Immediately, he looks like he regrets it. He only yells when he's scared. It's something you've learned about him in this past few years. Most of your arguments have happened as a result of you being late coming home or showing up bloody and bruised with an explanation you don't want Jane to hear. Still, he's never shouted in your face the way he just did. "It's over." He whispers, his defeat rattling in your bones. He's the hopeful one. He's the optimist, not you. He's careful. You're not. It's supposed to be you.

"No. We can figure this out." You try, but even you can hear the doubt in your voice. 

"How?"

"I don't know yet, but you're gonna be okay," you say. "We can take you back to May or even the Fireflies. They're looking for a cure, right? Maybe they could help. It's worth a shot," Adam says your name as you ramble, but you don't acknowledge it. "Or we can find a way to stop the infection from spreading. We have time. We could do it." 

"It's been years. If there was a cure, they would've found it by now." 

"You don't know that." 

"Give me a break," he says as he takes his backpack off and tosses it to the floor. "I'm not coming home." 

"You're just gonna give up?" You ask.

"Yes."

"That's not fair."

"To who?"

"To me."

"Don't do that. Not now." He says, and you throw your arms up in defeat.

"What do you want me to do, Adam?" You ask, tears pricking behind your eyes. He pulls his gun from his waistband and presses it into your hand. You shake your head and try to wiggle out of his grip, but he's too strong. "No."

"Do you care about me?" 

"Stop."

"Do you care about me?" He asks again slowly and intentionally. You meet his watery eyes and take a shaky breath.

"Of course I do." You answer. He swallows thickly and lets go of your hand, leaving the gun's grip in your palm.  

"Then, you take my backpack and my gun, and you shoot me,"

"No."

"And you go back to the QZ, and you tell Lee we got attacked by Raiders, and I didn't make it. You move on, and you keep Jane alive, okay?"

"I'm not going home without you," you say. "And I'm not shooting you."

"I will not turn into one of those things!" He shouts.

"I'm not killing you! I won't do it, okay?" You shout back, stunning him into silence. You angrily wipe at the tears falling down your cheeks and put his gun on the ground between you two. "I can kill anyone else, just not you. Not my family. I'm sorry. I know you think it's humane or whatever, but I can't be the one to do it," you say. The sad look in his eyes could suffocate you. "I only got four years with you, and even then, I didn't do it right. I want a do-over." 

"You did what you thought was right. I don't blame you for anything."

"I do." The confession shakes you to your core as it echoes around you. His shoulders drop just a little, and he walks over to you. 

"You didn't do anything wrong. Not then and not now. You and Jane gave me some of the best years of my life, and I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you," he says, and you cry more as your hands find his, and you squeeze. He's still here, you think. He's still him. "But you can't stay, and I can't go." Out of every horrible possibility you could ever conjure in your mind, this was never one of them. Him dying before you never even crossed your mind because it seemed so ludicrous. You're the one killing people and getting people hooked on drugs only you have access to for job stability. You're the one who's fucked over more people than you can count. You're the one who's broken and undeserving. You're supposed to die before him.

"What are we gonna do?" You ask, and he swallows thickly. 

"I've never been able to tell you what to do. We both know that." 

"What do you want to do?" 

"I want..." he takes a deep breath and squeezes your hands. "I want to spend whatever sane time I have left with you, and then when it's time, I want you to leave me here, and I will do what I need to do," the thought of him dying alone makes your chest tighten. He leans in to kiss your forehead but stops short, both of your eyes finding the bite mark on his arm. "This is okay. It's what I want. I get to leave knowing you're safe. There's nothing more I could ask for." 

"Can I," you hiccup, trying to compose yourself. "Can I bury you?" 

"I have a feeling there's a reason we burn Infected bodies. I don't want to make anything worse by being buried." 

"So, what? I'm just supposed to leave you here?" You ask, and he shakes his head, but you both know there's no other answer. Technically, he's right. There are theories that Infected bodies expel the Cordyceps or find a way to communicate with other Infected underground. You don't know if you believe that, but you're not sure you believe in anything anymore.

 "Maybe we can have a funeral. Just the two of us. That way, it doesn't feel so bad. Think of this as like... a mausoleum or something," he says. "Besides, it could be kinda fun. How many people get to attend their own funeral?" He asks, a sad smile on his face, and you chuckle despite yourself. "Will you eulogize me, sweetheart?" 

You nod. Slowly, the two of you walk over to the wall opposite the dead Infected and sit beside each other, your hold on him never breaking. He uses his free hand to wipe your tears away, and you try to memorize his fingerprints. You can already see his bite mark getting spiny and raised. You can feel him slipping away from you. 

"Adam Lowery," you start, staring into his beautiful eyes. "Was the best man I've ever known. He was kind and gentle when it mattered most, and he always got this cute dimple in his cheeks when he smiled real wide," you dig your finger into his cheek and feel the divot form as he smiles. "He was so beautiful, and not just because of his swoopy hair or rugged good looks."

"Alright." He rolls his eyes at your compliments even though it was his idea to do the eulogy. 

"He was beautiful because of how he treated others," you pull him back on track, and tears threaten your waterline again. "For so long, I thought people like him wanted something for their good deeds, but he never did. He only ever wanted to be the light in this dark world, and he did such a good job. He was my light," your voice catches in your throat. "He helped me learn to dance in the kitchen again, take days off, and not take things so seriously. He showed me that life could be beautiful again, and even though it took me so long to realize it, I will never be able to repay him for that,"

"I will never be able to apologize enough for what I did wrong, and I will never find someone quite like him, but I think that's okay. People like Adam Lowery are once in a lifetime, and I'm so grateful he found me in this one," you stare at him as you say the words so he can feel how real they are. This is the closest you've ever gotten to a marriage vow. "Just... promise to find me in the next one, okay?" You ask, and he nods. 

"I promise." He whispers, squeezing your hand. 

"I…" You try to finish the sentence, but an invisible vice grip in your stomach stops you. You want to be able to say it. You want him to hear it for once, but he shushes you gently. 

"I know," he breathes, touching his forehead to yours. "Me too." 

Neither of you says much after that. You just hold him and trace the curve of his skin, the angle of his jaw, and the curl of his eyelashes. It feels like studying a portrait so you don't forget all the details before you can tell someone about it. You listen to his heartbeat, and he listens to yours. The sun sets and rises over you, but you don't sleep. The least you can do is stay with him until the very end, and you do.

A glaze comes over his eyes before the sun can even finish breaching the horizon. You pretend not to recognize it, and he pretends not to be fighting the infection taking over his brain. You won't kill him, but you also won't let yourself get infected. He knows that. You don't reach for your gun when he starts groaning and swaying back and forth. He's the one who has to push you out of the gas station and into the freezing morning. You kick and scream the whole way, but unbearable silence fills the air the second you're on the other side of the door. You jump when the gunshot rings out a few seconds later. 

Then, like the world is laughing at you, the birds return to chirping, and the clouds continue moving across the sky. Adam is dead, and a piece of you died with him, and the world didn't stop spinning no matter how much you wanted it to. Jane still needs you. You're all she has left, and she’s been with Mrs. Carmichael for God knows how many hours. You have to go home to her. You have to tell her why Adam isn’t with you. On wobbly legs, you stand and rest your hand on the door Adam slammed in your face in the same way a widow traces their partner's name on a headstone. 

And you walk away.

#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light prequel #tlou fic #the last of us fic #joel miller x reader

[brb-on-a-quest]

What's one of your favorite childhood memories?

Hello, friend, good to see you, even if you do hide in the shadows. Hope you are well. <3

Let me tell you about a time I fell in love with storytelling all over again. I grew up on stories; I loved having my dad read to me when I was little (we read Narnia books, the Hobbit, the Lord of the Rings, Robin Hood, etc. I loved *all* of it). I loved the stories of found families and tight friendships like it was my bread and butter because I hadn't made any friends I could get closed to bc family moved around a lot (a decision I don't resent my family for now, but despised as a kid), and I wasn't really *that* close to my family either due to probably a variety of factors, not excluding mental health issues. I won't delve for the sake of length, you get the point. I was a sad and lonely child and my closest friends were imaginary. Anyway back to more concrete events:

We had just moved from Florida to Virginia, which is about 1000 miles away and over 13 hour drive (for context), and we had just started a new co-op (think like homeschool school, but it only met like once a week, it was one of the ways we'd start building up a new social circle or something). And one of the classes I took in was something music (more likely theater? related but that might have a different semester) and the first week of this co-op I remember they gave us a bingo card with a bunch of famous movie soundtracks and they told us we were going to identify the movie based on the song alone.

I got 2/20 or something bc I hadn't even heard of most of these movies bc i just hadn't been exposed to it. It was things like Batman, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, maybe spongebob- pop culture stuff that I just hadn't seen. So everyone else was getting excited and I was feeling more and more out of the loop and alone.

I swear this turns happy at the end, bear with me, anon. They play the final music track and I don't recognize it at all but it fills me with such great joy and a call for a new adventure that I hadn't even realized music could do that before (we didn't listen to a lot of our own music growing up, it was mainly whatever my parents found appropriate or what my dad liked).

It was How To Train Your Dragon. Test Drive. John Powell. And then like the musical scores, they showed the scene it was from. A boy and his dragon racing, flying through the air. And I fell in love With the characters arcs per se, but I could tell there was a deep lore there and a story of friendship that I craved so much. It was also right up my alley with stories my Dad had read me so there was also that. But like the music was fantastic, I really liked the visuals at the time (i usually hate most 3D animation films, HTTYD is the exception), and I craved the story behind it.

I saved up money from Birthday and Christmas and ended up buying it. And I watched it. And I fell in love even harder. Cause, in some sense, I related to hiccup too much. I was a creative person, like he was, I had very little friends like he did at the beginning, we had similar senses of humor at some points, and he was fascinated with knowing and learning things. And he had a big dragon friend and i again craved that friendship deeply. So he added to the crew of imaginary friends and I went on many imaginary adventures with Hiccup and Toothless and told myself so many stories that I wish I could remember now for writing inspo.

I ended up moving from Virginia to middle of nowhere Midwest US (not saying where in case the Fey Find Out), and I did end up meeting my IRL Toothless. A little bit scary on the outside at firsts, but with an actual heart of a silly, goofy, dragon. (brb, im getting emotional just thinking about it. It'd be about 7 years now? Coming up? I may be bad at math. I feel old and happy and content.)

So yeh, in short it was a very much right place, right time kind of story and film. I still watch it a lot whenever I need a comfort film that's not as long as LOTR or something. I love the soundtrack and all of the things about it. Sorry, this was probably way longer than it should've been but IDK how to describe my love for this story without giving you some context.

#brb-backstory #brb-life #brb-asks

[undead-merman]

This was requested by good old Rose Pal on Patreon as a priority request. "I would like your thoughts on our beloved Sirris and Harper's thoughts on finding out gender-neutral PC is secretly a kelpie (or similar monster like a selkie). Sfw or nsfw, whatever suits your fancy~"

Harper and Sirris finding out you’re a selkie with GN-Reader SFW and NSFW

Harper

Suspicion 

Of course, it starts with your medical records, or really a lack thereof. There were the basics but no list of allergies, or medical history, he didn’t even think there was a birth certificate. Bailey held your records sure but the fact that your birthdate wasn’t listed was a bit strange. 

Your skin was always so smooth and soft, quite actually flawless. He always found excuses to rub his hands over it. A lot of the time he could cum just by pressing down on your soft stomach. He loved imagining his cock inside, feeling himself pushing in and out, he caught himself drooling. 

You often showed some signs of dehydration whenever you came for a check-up, He’d offer you a cup of water and would often think of drugging it or even spitting in it to watch your throat flex. Maybe have you go wild and suck his dick and watch you gulp down the cum just like that water. He smiles and tells you to drink more water.    

Investigating 

It really is only when he gets you into the asylum is when he can further his testing without any other prying eyes. It was like a birthday present, you wrapped up in that jacket. He could feel his cock straining through his slacks. This is going to be an exciting study. 

You got sick fairly quickly, Dehydration, no matter how much water you were given it didn’t seem like enough, except when you had showers. Your skin took in water like wet soil still thirsty. You always had a glow after that before getting sick. 

Blood tests show that you have consistently low sodium levels. Interesting, he’s never seen it so low. One day he decides to sneak you some salt water and as he watches over the cameras you seem to like it quite a lot. And your levels go back up just a bit. Normally you would have gotten more dehydrated, but this… this was thrilling. 

It took him a while to go over everything. He called the library to see if they had some books in, and reading up he found some books on old tales of creatures. Just because he’s a man of science does not mean that these creatures are not real… A fact he knows very well. 

He narrowed it down a bit and made sure to keep watch over you before letting you out. But not before he said his last goodbye by stuffing your guts full of his cock. It's fucking heavenly. Soft and sucking him in. he kisses you deep wanting to taste what you’re made of. And once you’re set free he hires some men to tail you.  

Discovery

Every week he gets updates from the people tailing you and you go to the beach every single night. Hiding away at the rocks, but on closer look… They find a seal skin. Harper is off the walls with this information. A new specimen, a new subject that he can play with and discover the ins and outs of. Another erection he has to deal with, but he can’t wait to have you. 

He certainly plans on taking it like the folklore mentions. Having a subject under his lens, there's so much he can do with it. And it's not like anyone will miss you anyway. You have no records, he can just mention something to Quinn and have you liquidated from the system if he really needs to. 

The next time you come in for an appointment he has something to show you. Your coat. He makes sure there are nurses right outside so if you have an incident he can have them drag you to the asylum again. He proudly folds up your jacket with what is frustrating ease to you. 

He opens his arms and asks you to sit on his lap. It's time for another experience.        

Sirris 

Suspicion 

He hadn’t really noticed anything in class, only when you started hanging around his son. He talked so often about you. It was cute. But when he mentioned how often you went to the shore he picked up on that a lot. He has picked up rumors from others that there has been a spring of seals that have been visiting frequently. 

It was then that Sydney shared that one day on the beach a few seals came up to the both of you and wanted to play, Sydney went on and on about how magical it was. As a parent Sirris had to break his magical afternoon warning him to not approach wild animals since they could be extremely dangerous. Though he was curious about it himself. From what he heard that group was very wary and they fled from everyone. 

When he talked to you about what happened, be it in the sex shop or after class. It doesn’t matter if you’re honest or not, it makes him even more suspicious of what’s going on. He’s not angry, just curious.   

Investigating 

Sirris starts with just visiting when he knows you both or going after school, and he notices you are an amazing swimmer. He smiled proudly as he watched his son splash you. But when he saw that heard of seals swim up and flop on you like you were a long lost family member he had to agree it was a wonderful sight. But was proud to see Sydney backing out and telling you he couldn’t do that anymore. 

He watched you stay after, playing with the seals until nightfall. When the beach cleared he saw you stride to the changing rooms and walk out. Naked. You climbed behind the rocks around the shore and seemingly vanished from sight. 

His heart was racing. His hand was over his mouth as he was quivering and his dick pressed against his pants and he was already leaking from his head. He felt so guilty sneaking past his son's room to masturbate to his friend… but you were so alluring. He bit his lip so hard he made it bleed.  

He started taking more time to figure out what was going on. He felt bad, creepy even. But he tried to rationalize it as trying to look after one of his students, but also his son’s friend too. He was trying to protect you, both of you. 

He knew about tales of maidens having a seal skin. Selkies. Fascinating creatures he often obsessed over as a child. It sparked something in him, a child-like wonder. But something deep in the pit of his stomach. A want, a desperate and filthy need.  

Discovery

He wanted to make absolutely sure. So it was the last time. The last time he promised. He followed you as you walked on the sands of the beach and climbed behind those rocks. And there you were, pushing your limbs into a beautiful coat with your perfect body taking on a similar coloration to it, and once you dove in, your body changed. Human, seal, a mix of the two. 

That form. That form was beautiful. He could have cum on the spot just from seeing it. He could 'help but sit his ass down and waited for you to come back as he fisted his cock and imagined you in both forms riding his cock, begging for more, and calling him “Mr. Sirris” over and over in a voice that needed more. How soft would your insides be? Would you be wet because of the water? 

He waited until you came back for the day and he packed up your coat. Happy it was a Friday, the day you always come to work after school. He pulled you into that off-room and sat down with you. And told you about the skin. It wasn’t safe to leave it there. People could take it if they found out. 

He’ll let you keep it in here, safe and sound, and he’ll even give you the keys so you can grab it and store it whenever you need. He offers you an understanding smile. He just hopes you can’t feel his cock straining against his pants again when you pull him into a hug.

#dol #degrees of lewdity #sirris the science teacher #harper the doctor

[no-psi-nan]

Well, what a loaded question to wake up to in the morning lol.

Incest is such a strong taboo in most cultures, and invokes such a strong gross-out response, that it's hard to be strictly logical about it.

But in the text of the story, there's actually not really any proof I recall that would imply Kusuke has real attraction to Kusuo outside of his humiliation kink.

And I think the specification that Kusuke has a humiliation kink and not just a "losing games" kink clears up all of the inconsistencies in canon that occur with either of the theories you mentioned.

1) Kusuke is actually pretty normal around Kusuo whenever they're not in the middle of one of his games. They talk normally plenty of times (ex. the Kochikame parody episodes) and Kusuke never does anything that would indicate attraction in those moments. Even when they're younger, before Kusuke moves out, there's no indication of "puppy love" 🤢 or anything like that, THANKFULLY. Whatever this thing is probably developed once he hit puberty in England.

2) Unlike Makoto Teruhashi, Kusuke never shows any physical interest in Kusuo. He doesn't try to kiss him or hug him or anything like that, he's definitely not imagining marriage, and he's more into drilling skulls than suppositories. When he fixes Kusuo's pants in the cat tank episode, he's completely normal about it and pretends it never happened afterwards. He puts Kusuo's limiter on his crotch mostly because it would be gross and off-putting to Kusuo– when Kusuo is slowly reaching for it, Kusuke doesn't show any excitement at the fact and just tries to win. Kusuke does call his brother cute but yeah Kusuo IS his little brother so that on its own isn't good evidence imo.

3) It's not about losing, it's specifically about humiliation. If it was purely about winning/losing, Kusuke would have gotten off on the birthday fireworks win, OR on the robotized elder loss. But if you use humiliation as the goal, then it explains those situations (just not embarrassing enough) plus it explains why Kusuke made Kusuomega lick his shoes and why he was in favor of Toritsuka taking Kusuo's body out for a streaking session.

What excites Kusuke, I think, is being made out to be a fool and looking pathetic. It's not that he's LOST against his BROTHER that gets him off, it's the fact that he's lost SO MANY TIMES to his YOUNGER brother that motivates him. That's why he has a rolling tally of all the times he's lost against Kusuo, but doesn't get into a tizzy when he loses rock/paper/scissors – on its own, it's just not embarrassing to lose at rock/paper/scissors, it's mostly a game of chance. And the fact that Kusuo doesn't actually want to play makes it more pathetic that Kusuke makes him play only to lose every time.

So yeah I think that it's laid out pretty strongly in the text that the reason Kusuke fixated on Kusuo specifically is because Kusuo is the only one who can make him feel pathetic and humiliated. That's why he doesn't give Kusuo the power deleter until after he loses the cat tank game– it means giving up on his kink in favor of what Kusuo wants. Once Kusuo loses his powers, he won't be able to outclass Kusuke any more, and that's no fun. Kusuke is completely normal around Kusuo after that too, except for when he realizes that Kusuo's powers might be returning.

I really think that if someone else showed up and started beating him consistently at games, Kusuke's fixation would quickly switch to this new person. Because in his mind, every person on earth is just a monkey, except for him and Kusuo (and possibly his mom, but she shacked up with a monkey so...). Wouldn't it be so much more humiliating to lose to a monkey than to a god-like esper??

Unfortunately we don't get to see that happen in the text, because clearly the people at anime Cambridge are not challenging Kusuke at all. Nor were Kaido, Nendo, or Toritsuka providing any challenge lol.

The closest we get to seeing him beaten by someone else is when Teruhashi has her simps attack Kusuke, but tbh the fact that he thinks she's a slut probably cancels out the humiliation of him having to helicopter out of the crowd lol. Embarrassing for both of them in his mind. Good, tbh, Teruhashi doesn't need another rich freak lusting after her hsfjdlshfks.

Anyways that's my stance on it 👍🏾

#probably not what you wanted to hear but if you come into my inbox I'm gonna give you MY opinion lol #notes to nopsi #kusuke saiki #saiki kusuke #incest tw #<- I guess. not any worse than canon tho #nopsi meta #saiki kuusuke

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

BUBBLES!!! Hiiii 🥰 how are you doing on this fine Wednesday? I personally should be working and studying and all but I’ve decided to take a moment and write that headcanon I told you about instead because procrastination is my middle name 🤪🤪

It probably won’t be long but i NEED to share so yeah, here you go!! Mr. Joel babygirl Miller and the chain ✨✨

Pre-outbreak!Joel

It’s important to start by saying that Joel is 100% a giver, he doesn’t hesitate buying his daughter/you whatever you need, want, settle your eyes on. He truly lives for the people he loves and he would absolutely stay with nothing if it means having you and Sarah happy and content. That being said, you try to push him, get him to buy that new pair of boots he’s been eyeing for a while, buy some new shirts because yeah the ones he owns are okay but they’re slightly getting washed out. And it’s not because he’s a cheap man, quite the opposite! Sarah wants a new pair of shoes and he doesn’t hesitate buying it even if it’s a little expensive and she tells him it’s not necessary.

I think it comes from him being a single father relying on one income that, granted, is pretty good but he isn’t rolling around in money, you know? So most of his money would go to house related things, Sarah (especially when she was a baby because yeah, babies are expensive), school, sometimes trying to do fun stuff with his daughter like going a few days away on holidays, sending her to summer camp when he has to work, etc…

But now, you have two incomes, sarah isn’t a baby anymore, Joel’s company is going veryyyyy well so it’s not the same anymore.

Anyways!! His birthday is coming up and you decide to completely ignore his “i don’t want anything, i have my girls….and tommy” little speech like usual. But on top of that, you saw a golden chain at the jewelry shop the other day and you think it’d be a nice gift. So you buy the chain and have the pendant engraved with your initials (so J, S and whatever your initial is)

He probably doesn’t know what to say when you give it to him, he isn’t really used to being the one at the end of the “receiving” line and I mean, we all saw how he reacted when Sarah got his watch fixed. It would be quite similar, he’d be too touched and emotional to make a big speech (and Joel isn’t really one for big speeches anyway) but he’d clearly appreciate the gesture. He’d probably just hug you really tight, kiss your forehead and say thank you. His reaction would seem simple and anyone who doesn’t know him might think it’s because he doesn’t like the gift but you know it’s the complete opposite.

Since that day, he wears that chain everywhere. He never takes it off unless he’s showering. He keeps it well hidden under his shirt when he’s working but when he isn’t and the weather is nice enough, he’ll be ndaring enough to put a nice button up shirt and leave it open a little so the chain can be seen by everyone. Because yes, he wears it proudly, he wants to show the whole world that he’s yours as much as he enjoys showing you off. And I feel like it’d become a habit of his to just play with it whenever he starts missing you or when he’s nervous or lost in his thoughts.

Post-outbreak!Joel

Not much changes except the fact that finding a chain would be even more special. You’d find it in an old mall not too far from Jackson and you can’t resist, you bring it back. You go to the person who can engrave (I’m sorry i cannot remember the name lol) the necklace and have not only yours (so you and Joel) initials engraved but you also ask to add a little E and a S. 

I feel like the more your relationship goes with Joel, the more he feels the need to talk about Sarah. I’m not saying he’ll be talking about her all day long but he’s bottled up everything for over 20 years and now he feels safe and happier which makes him more open to sharing. We saw it in that last scene with Ellie when they’re walking, it would be a bit like that as well. Sometimes, something would remind him of Sarah and he’ll tell you about it. Of course, you welcome it, you appreciate hearing about her and learn to love her through the stories he tells you. So yeah, all that to say that Sarah is part of the family even if she’s not physically present anymore so it’s natural for you to add her initial on the necklace next to yours and Ellie.

His reaction is pretty much the same as pre-outbreak!Joel. He’s definitely very emotional, he has no idea what to say because he’s so touched that you love him so much you’d do all that for him. I feel like although he knows you love him (yes, sometimes he doubts himself and his ability to make you happy but never he never doubts you) sometimes, you do or say something that shows just how much you actually care and it hits him “wow, she really loves me” kinda. I don’t know how to explain it but all these gestures make him really emotional and he feels so incredibly lucky to have you he can’t even speak anymore. And also the fact you thought of Sarah as well???? Life made it impossible for the most important girls in his life to all be with him at the same time but this just reminds him that yes, Sarah is gone but she keeps living through all those memories and the love he has for her and now, also the love you have for her in a way. I think it would help him a lot to finally process his grief and heal somehow that you accept that “old Joel” part of him, that life before the outbreak you didn’t know and that isn’t here anymore but still exists through him.

Okay i wrote something about his reaction but it disappeared so I’m writing it again here and sorry if it appears twice. As I said, his reaction would be pretty much the same, he’d be too choked up to speak so he’d bring you close in a hug and thank you. Then he’d be wearing that chain everywhere. Probably not with an open shirt because he’s definitely more self conscious than he used to be before the outbreak but he’d wear it on top of that undershirt thing he wears under his flannel (me making sense?). Again, he’s wearing it proudly and smiles every time he notices the chain in a mirror or someone makes a comment about it

So yeah, to sum up, gift something to Joel and he’ll cherish it forever and ever and also pedrito with an open shirt and a chain almost killed me but other than that I’m doing okay 👍🏼

Okay that’s all for today little bubble, i love you very very much and I’ll talk to you later <3

-🪷

Catch me in my pre-outbreak!Joel's mood today...

You would be planning Joel's birthday without him knowing obviously. It's just you and Sarah, Tommy is there for the logistics of going to buy stuff or hanging stuff up. And since the weather is getting warmer you decide on a family barbecue. No one else is invited just family because Joel Miller doesn't do big gatherings and Lord forbid all the attention being on him.

So it's a happy Friday. Sarah skips school. Joel has no clue about it too. You had made him ask for a shorter shift even if he had fussed about it for over a week. And you're just at it all day. Making little garlands from paper and fairy lights. Hanging them all over the backyard. And you bake a cake as well, Sarah helps to decorate it. Making hearts and flowers from icing. And it's in no way perfect but Joel doesn't need perfect well in his eyes anything that you and Sarah make is perfect. And you wrap up his presents just as you said spoiling him this year. Finally getting him things that he's been eyeing but pushing aside because he prioritizes getting his girls things. Writing little notes on each one. Like for this because your other shirts are 25 shades lighter from washing than they should be and so on.

When Joel finally gets home he's greeted with a silent house. He quickly checks the time - like mmm shouldn't my girls be back by then? So here's calling out for the two of you. You don't answer but he hears the giggles coming from outside. Shaking his head he makes his way to the patio and that's when he notices - all the candles and decorations. Sarah jumps from under the table. Running to hug her dad as she sings happy birthday to him. Joel just stands there embracing her. It almost feels surreal.

"You're looking at it like you hate it...", Sarah murmurs after a while of silence from her dad. But Joel just shook his head. "I knew you were up to something you sneaky bunch", he says and Sarah frowns, "No, you didn't know. Don't lie. Tell him Mom", she crosses her arms over her chest stepping aside as you also walk closer to him. Reaching to cup his cheeks as you lean closer to kiss him, "Happy Birthday, handsome". Joel's arms are lazily holding onto your hips as he smiles at you, "Have I gone to heaven?", you let out a laugh looking at Sarah, "See he thinks he's dead it's that good".

The rest of the evening is just filled with food, laughter, and music. Tommy had taken so many pictures of everyone and you had only returned the favor. Sarah has her hands over Joel's eyes as you and Tommy get the presents set on the table in front of him. "This is unnecessary. You know I need nothing, already have more than enough", he grumbles but Sarah only shushes him telling him to stay quiet or he won't get any cake.

And he would struggle a lot to take in all the things in front of him. He just doesn't know how to receive. He's a giver *cough cough* no but he finds pleasure in spoiling you. As he had said he gets more happiness from watching you enjoy stuff than buying something for himself.

Sarah is the one who hands him the box with the necklace. It was her idea and she was afraid that her dad would hate it. Been going on and on about it almost in every conversation that you had. So you've been reassuring her. Telling her that Joel has been more open with his style. Trying out different shirts and pater mixing and boy was it hard not to drool thinking about your husband with a golden chain around his neck for very different reasons. You haven't even seen him with it but you were already hit and bothered.

Joel is confused as he takes the box. Shaking it a bit. "Promise me this is the last one", he says looking at you both as you nod. To say that he wasn't expecting this was an understatement. He wasn't big on jewelry. Yes, he wore his wedding ring proudly and let you slip some other rings on him from time to time and that was all. His fingers trace the chain. The letter pendants made his heart swell. All the letters if your first names. He shakes his head.

"Told you he was going to hate it", Sarah bite her lip already fighting her tears, needing her dad to love it. Joel is quick to turn to her frowning, "Who said that I hate it baby girl? It's beautiful. I just... don't know what to say". Sarah slips to his side, to hug him once more. You take the chain from him. Going around to clasp it around his neck and shamelessly undoing one more button of his shirt, "Oh, that looks so good", you say more to yourself while biting your lip. Joel catches your gaze, smirking back at ya, before leaning down to press a kiss to Sarah's head.

#come chat with bubbles 🫧 #little lily 🪷 #joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine

[meowzfordayz]

bff

Author’s Note: 10/10 would be 11/10 happy w/ these bffs. 😭💞

bff

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: explicit language, platonic

Emergency Request Fulfilled: can i request platonic fluffy hcs for muichiro and/or genya— separate ofc, with a fem/gn (thats really up to you) childhood friend!hashira reader whos very loving? (not a hashira if genya!)

for example always holding on in someway, giving hugs, cuddles, kisses (on the hair/scalp or hands only), giving alot of attention, and friendly overall.

how they interact, feel, maybe even defend them if someone makes a comment abt them for ‘leading him on’ bcs they dont love him romantically *totally didnt happen to me once* i mean.. its like 1920 its bound to happen, react to dating assumptions, ect.

~faqs, image~

Bff!Kyojuro who, to be quite frank, doesn’t exactly make you laugh directly, but constantly makes you laugh indirectly, because how could you not laugh at how hard he makes himself laugh ??

Bff!Kyojuro who’s only slightly embarrassing to go out for meals with (his moaning exclamations of delight and contentment as he eats are, uhh, fairly loud), but you’re never truly embarrassed — really, you just wish you had his level of obliviousness confidence

Bff!Kyojuro who grins brightly whenever the server assumes you’re on a date “Which date do you think we’re on?”; who grins even brighter when the server’s eyes widen as he promptly announces “Beyond five hundred!” (of course, the server doesn’t have any way of knowing that those ~dates were entirely platonic and span a decade+); who tips the server generously if they mention proposing or marriage

Bff!Kyojuro who takes your scolding Stop fooling everyone into believing we’re a couple! with a grain of salt, because you do the exact same thing (it’s a miracle that your friends continue to fall for your We’re finally, actually, literally official! prank)

Bff!Kyojuro who raids your pantry with zero shame; cooks a second portion—for you—of whatever he’s craving; randomly stocks your fridge from time to time (he has a key to your apartment — it’s a regular occurrence for you to return home to new groceries and a sticky note “Reimbursement for our recent movie night!”)

Bff!Kyojuro who comes over with his old clothes because you get first priority/pickings before they’re donated

Bff!Kyojuro who pouts when you refuse to cuddle with him You’re too fricking sweaty

Bff!Kyojuro who retaliates by sitting on you

Bff!Kyojuro who writes you the sweetest birthday letters; you have a box with 10+ letters for all the years you’ve known him; it’s your tradition to read them in order (oldest to newest) every night after the celebration dies down and everyone (besides Kyojuro) heads home; he starts cleaning while you sit and read; it’s also tradition that by the final (newest) letter, you’re sobbing (happily) into his chest

Cleaning can wait

Bff!Kyojuro who believes in you, supports you, would move to another country for you — he has his own ambitions and dreams, sure, and they’re as adaptable and flexible as his adoration for you

Bff!Kyojuro who knows he can show up at your apartment at ass o’ clock, cheeks tear stained, heart ruptured, because you’re there for him too

You told him once that You’re my non romantic soulmate, and feeling your palms cup his face—your gaze tired, concerned, angry for him—he knows, “You’re my non romantic soulmate too.”

Bff!Sanemi who’s kinda your frenemy ?? except more friend than enemy (albeit, it took years to achieve that ratio)

Bff!Sanemi who excels at the little things

Bff!Sanemi who picks you up from the airport, the bar, really anywhere if you give him enough time to get there

Bff!Sanemi who knows your allergies, health conditions, fears — double checks whenever you dine out, carries extras of generic medication on him, keeps an eye on you ~just in case

Bff!Sanemi who remembers the things you want but I don’t need it though; has a literal list of items to buy/make for special occasions (i.e. birthdays, holidays) as well as ~just because (i.e. he misses you, you’re annoying him); ensures the list never runs out, “But you deserve it.”

Bff!Sanemi who’s very competitive and very mean about it — Monopoly, Go Fish, War, Scrabble, and puzzles are in the DO NOT PLAY WITH SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI category

Bff!Sanemi who has almost destroyed your friendship over Monopoly’s houses and hotels rules, cheating when shuffling cards, bullshit words in Scrabble, and overall raging (puzzles in particular)

Bff!Sanemi who doodles Sharpie tattoos on your forearms whenever you fall asleep before him, bUT TO BE FAIR — they’re always lowkey beautiful

Bff!Sanemi who’d be honored to draw the art for your first tattoo (if you so desired a tattoo), and would be just as honored if you drew the art for his first tattoo

Bff!Sanemi who’s adamantly against matching tattoos, but he’s got nothing to worry about considering your styles differ… significantly… (aka, for the sake of these hcs, his doodles of eyes actually look like eyes, whereas yours look like… scary)

Bff!Sanemi who kisses your bruises and scrapes (acquired from careless tripping, stubbing, falling) first “Are you okay?!”, and then laughs and points at you second “You’re a fucking idiot.”

Bff!Sanemi who: if you’re good at cooking — buys you ingredients and ~forces you to cook; if you’re bad at cooking — delegates setting the table, choosing the playlist, washing the dishes to you (while he cooks instead)

Bff!Sanemi who dances with you in the kitchen, which could be cute except that he takes it very seriously

Bff!Sanemi who grumbles when you accidentally step on his foot, insults your skill, “You’d be knocked out first round from any dance competition.”, rolls his eyes when you mutter It’s not that deep, and inevitably turns stepping on feet into a merciless battle that he unfortunately and usually wins

Bff!Sanemi who reluctantly massages your feet afterwards (winner’s remorse)

You told him once that You’re a menace. My menace, and as he stares at your playful fierce glare, he’s inclined to agree

Bff!Muichiro who cuts the tops off your strawberries; unshells your sunflower seeds (a true act of selflessness); shares his fries I’m fine! “I insist.” But Mui- “Less staring, more eating.”; lets you sip his frappes before he does

Bff!Muichiro who grabs your hand as you cross the street together, squeezing protectively, eyebrows furrowed with endearing focus considering, well, yanno We’re just crossing the street!

Bff!Muichiro who holds open doors for you; jams his foot in closing elevators for you; waits in lines for you

Bff!Muichiro who listens to you ramble for hours—tucked into your favorite corner of his couch—while playing mindlessly with your hair, David Attenborough narrating about whales or something in the background

Bff!Muichiro who kisses the top of your head after playing with your hair; hands migrating to your shoulders; searching for and gently kneading at any knots

Bff!Muichiro who learns your favorite braids, and either creates masterpieces with your hair and/or allows you to “Go wild.” with his (depending on who has better/ideal hair for braiding)

Bff!Muichiro who keeps extra hair ties on his wrist; for himself in case you spontaneously decide he needs a make over; for yourself (when applicable) in case you break/forget/lose yours

Bff!Muichiro who surprises you with picnics in meadows of wildflowers (the long drives are 100% worth it) because wildflowers = flower crowns = the best accessories

Bff!Muichiro whose entire Instagram is basically photos of you, himself, and you with him, featuring your plethora of creations

Bff!Muichiro who tags you as Hair Stylist: @--- or Model: @--- because, “Credit where credit is due.”

Bff!Muichiro who replies with vague 😁 and ☺️ and random heart emojis to You guys are too cute! and Dayum you really outdid yourselves and Where is this? It’s sooo prettyyy comments on aforementioned posts

Bff!Muichiro who never discloses locations because he cherishes the privacy and intimacy of his time spent with you

Bff!Muichiro who rarely allows you to move (when you’re cozied up on his couch), tugging sternly at your earlobe, “Hungry?” as you inch toward the kitchen, “You’re my guest. Stay put! I’ll go.”

Bff!Muichiro who has your coffee/tea/preferred beverage order memorized, and if you don’t have a usual, then he still knows your moods and somehow always picks the perfect drink to satisfy you

Bff!Muichiro who can’t promise to not watch the next episode(s) of your favorite show(s) without you, but is happy to rewatch them to your heart’s content

Bff!Muichiro who scoffs when mutual acquaintances—sometimes even mutual friends—poke and pry at his friendship with you, because he knows where he stands with you, and that’s what matters most

Bff!Muichiro whose tone turns icy, impatient, rude when pushed too far, “Leading me on? I choose to be their friend, and they choose to be mine. We know how we feel, and that’s enough.”

Bff!Muichiro who could write entire essays in your defense, but finds that cutting to the chase is generally more effective

Bff!Muichiro who refuses to stop nudging you with his elbows, tickling you to get his way, offering you piggybacks when you’re lazy/sleepy, because, “I don’t care about rumors. I care about you. If you’re happy with our friendship as it is, and I’m certainly happy with it, then what’s there to change?”

Bff!Muichiro who hugs you for as long as you want—for as long as you need—regardless of whose around

You told him once that Your hugs could cure practically anything, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t live up to your standards

#hashira x reader #preferences #modern au #platonic #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader

[safetycar-restart]

Hh!carlos works out and send photos to his wife, I don’t make the rules. He loves being drooled over, but only by her. He loves it when she comes up behind him while he’s cooking and starts feeling him up, running her hands along his biceps or his abs and complimenting him and he genuinely goes weak at the knees when she gives him a little kiss on the shoulder and a squeeze on the arm.

Also hh!carlos low-key reminds me of Bucky from the MCU. He’s just soft and sweet and a teddy bear and my headcanon is that hh!carlos is like, low-key RIPPED and could probably bench-press the people who talk badly about his wife and would gladly do so,cause he works out all the time and goes on like a four mile jog almost every morning, so he’s like a teddy bear but if a teddy bear was 200 lbs of pure muscle and Spanish passion.

Speaking of passion; holidays, birthdays, Valentine’s Day, etc., are actually really hard to shop for because whenever you ask Carlos what he wants his response is immediately “mi Vida, you are the greatest gift I could ever receive. With you in my arms, I want for nothing.” And you’re like, “that’s really sweet honey but your birthday is in three days and I can’t get you a gift because you won’t give me any goddamn ideas and I can’t keep getting you new kitchen utensils/appliances or books or I’ll genuinely start feeling bad.” Whereas you come home on Valentine’s Day to your favourite dinner, and roses everywhere, and nice music playing, and chocolates, and your husband with a bow on his head and a pretty plug in his ass with a pink, heart-shaped idk rhinestone or jewel or whatever idk what that decoration thing is called. Decoration isn’t even the right word I’m just genuinely dumb.

Also Carlos and his wife taking dancing lessons before their wedding (and then just for fun) because “mi corazon, our first dance must be special! You are my Queen and I would be remiss if I did not dance with royalty.” Also Ana’s wedding gave very much old money royalty vibes so it’s only natural that Carlos’ would as well, and he would absolutely keep up the Queen thing THE WHOLE TIME. Because you’re his wife, and his Queen! And his love and his heart and he loves you so much and he’s so ready to be yours for the rest of his life and he absolutely makes teh two of you dress as a knight and a queen for Halloween almost every year (or really famous movie couples because you will do a couples costume every year no exceptions, including Gomez and Morticia multiple times - that one is kind of his favourite because everyone is like “oh wow you guys are so in character!” But Carlos is actually just not holding back on showing affection in public, he’s like that all the time at home people just don’t see the full extent of it.

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OH MY GOD YES!! Honestly I think one of the things I’ve missed the most these past few days is not being able to write hh!Carlos specifically. I adore this.

Firstly, of course he sends you selfies! He's always sending you post workout selfies, and he looks so fucking good it's insane. He's all sweaty from his workout, either shirtless or with a shirt that clings to his muscles. He's always smiling in the camera, flexing a little just to show off.

He doesn't show off to anyone else, but to you? He LOVES being drooled over. He loves feeling your eyes on him so much, loves knowing his wife is watching him and could touch him at any moment.

So naturally he must take every opportunity possible to show off to you. So he simply has to take a selfie after every single gym session and send it to you. (By the way, if you're away he's not above sending nudes, especially if you ask for them, he very nearly died when you were away for a week and you told him to send you a video of him jerking off so that you could get off to it, he still thinks about that even years later).

I also think he sends you a lot of random pictures throughout the day actually? You don't have to respond to them, in fact he doesn't expect a response because he knows you're very busy at work. He just likes to send you things! Like how he baked a cake so he must send you a pic or he cleaned the lounge and sends you a pic.

He just loves keeping you informed on what he's doing. (I think Charles thrives on days where you work from home because he can basically in a 24/7 dynamic, getting his instructions from you and serving you and it's amazing).

I love the idea that the only way Carlos stresses you out is that he never tells you what to get him for stuff like Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries etc. Because he has everything he could ever want! And if there's ever anything else he wants, like some new clothes or new workout gear, then he'll just ask because you're his wife and your job is to provide for him. And of course you never consider saying no and getting him the thing for his birthday or Christmas.

And well... there's only so many times you can buy him new kitchen appliances before it gets ridiculous (you can basically count how many years you've been together by how many air fryers you have).

You feel so bad, because you always have to settle for some copout gift but carlos is there decorating the whole house and making a special meal and everything. He puts SO much effort into it, because he LOVES showing you how much he loves and appreciates you. Your birthday is a national holiday to him.

I also think you'll sometimes come home and he's made a big deal out of dinner for no real reason? The table is decorated and he's naked with a special plug in and his play collar, kneeling next to the table to sit with you while you eat and then be played with. There's no reason for this, he just wanted to do something for you.

And the biggest event of all is your anniversary. Because of course it is. It's the you became his wife! The most important day of the year in his opinion.

I like the idea that maybe you two don't go away on your actual anniversary, choosing to have a normal day at home instead and just really making sure to enjoy your time together and cherish each other.

Then, a week or two later, you'll go on a vacation together. Sometimes it's just a weekend away, other times it's a week or two, it just depends on how much time you can be away from work.

Carlos is overjoyed with any amount of time though, simply because it's time with his wife! That's all he could ever need.

And yeah the wedding was very much old money style. Knowing Carlos, he probably announced his plans to quit his job and become a house husband at the wedding? He has this long speech about how much he loves you and how excited he is for the rest your lives together and then just announced his retirement right there.

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