#he's actually a sweet guy shockingly enough

[dismaltouch]

♡  muse  ↝ felix burglund

♡  closed for  ↝ @gothwives

"why are you looking at me like that?"

#gothwives #* ☁️ ⸰ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 ↪ closed starter. #5/8 #he's actually a sweet guy shockingly enough

[crazylittlejester]

I’ve done sooo much yapping about Warriors today, here are some headcanon about some of the others!

- Twilight’s hair grows similarly to a wolf’s pelt in that his roots are just permanently very dark and his hair is incredibly thick (I also think his hair is definitely a red toned brown)

- Time is not at all a natural born leader or an intentional father figure. He’s just very kind and genuinely wants to help others, and everyone else has really bad Daddy Issues. He’s not being fatherly on purpose and has no idea they’re all interpreting it that way

- More on that: The others all see Time as this stoic, mysterious man, but the reality is Time has HORRIBLE control of his facial expressions and will sit down and think his silly little thoughts and the others will be like “WOAH- He must be THINKIN- Hylia, he’s so wise!!!” but Time’s thoughts are actually just “Did I clean my sword… Wild was hurt earlier I hope he’s feeling better… Is this how Warriors felt about me during the War…”

- Wild is very extroverted and a reasonably chatty guy. He knows like EVERYONE in his era and they all just adore him (except that flower lady by that shrine). He’s cautious around new people because of the yiga, but the town regulars are people he very much enjoys chatting with

- Part of the reason Legend is so grumpy is because he has chronic pain, he doesn’t mean to snap at people. The other part is that he struggles to control his tone. He’s never intentionally rude or cruel to people, he’s incredibly nice and sweet once he relaxes around people

- Warriors and Legend have gotten into a full on physical brawl at least twice over a bet and Time had to break them up

- Sky will wander off with Hyrule and Wild sometimes to find more wood to carve

- Wind is a SHOCKINGLY good artist, he likes drawing places he’s been and the people around him. The others are just impressed he can sit still long enough to finish a piece

- Four would regularly take walks by himself, but Twilight got anxious about him disappearing off alone so he’d join him, but as Wolfie, out of respect of the fact that Four didn’t want Hylian company

- Hyrule has healing magic but is/was NOT a medic, or trained to be one at all. He knew a few basic things from his quest, but the more complex things he learned from Warriors who was trained as a field medic

- Wild is very independent, and is very responsible when he wants to be. He just… rarely WANTS to be

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linkeduniverse au #lu warriors #lu wars #lu time #lu legend #lu twilight #lu four #lu sky #lu wild #lu wolfie #lu hyrule #lu wind #jes talks #jes headcanons

[moonstruckme]

congrats!!!! how about fade into you with tasm!peter and touch starved!reader, in an established relationship???

Thanks honey!!

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tasm!Peter Parker x touch starved!reader ♡ 960 words

When Peter gets home, you’re in another long, hot shower. With no one to witness how pathetic it looks, you’ve taken to sitting on the floor, letting the scalding water wash over your back and drip from your lashes. Your skin will be pinkish and puffy when you get out, but it won’t matter; you’ve got nothing to do other than wrap yourself in blankets and sit on the bed for the rest of the night. 

When Peter’s voice comes, it sounds muffled, faraway, but you snap to attention nonetheless.

“Sweetheart?” A faint knocking. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you say without hesitation, scrambling up and shutting off the water. 

“Shit, it’s steamy in here,” he says as the door opens. “Want me to pass you a towel?”

“That’s alright.” You grab the towel you’ve hung by the shower, hastily scrubbing yourself dry and wrapping it around you. 

Peter’s hands are on either side of the face the second you turn around, pushing your wet hair out of the way so he can kiss you properly. It’s a sweet, brief thing, and your chest aches slightly when he pulls back. 

“Ouch, babe.” His hands feel cool as they move down to your shoulders. You shiver pleasantly. “Your skin’s burning hot. How long were you in there?”

You really should get another towel to stop your hair from dripping all over the floor, but you can’t stand to move away from Peter’s touch. “I was bored,” you reply, “and the hot water is nice.” 

“Seems like it was more than just hot,” he murmurs, grabbing the other towel as if he’s heard your thought and beginning to squeeze the moisture from your hair. “Sorry I was gone so long. I never know how these things are gonna go, you know?” 

“I know.” Peter had been attending a weekend conference on some scientist’s new research at a university in Chicago. He was supposed to be back days ago, but apparently he saw some fishy things while he was there that Spiderman felt an obligation to investigate. “Did you find the mutants?”

Peter shrugs, taking you by the shoulders to walk you into the bedroom. The air feels shockingly cold outside of the bathroom, but the warmth of his touch is enough to keep you from minding. “Sorta. It was a group of guys pretending to be mutants. Projectors and stuff combined with actual explosives to make it look like superpowered attacks.” He sits you down and begins digging through drawers, tossing you a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts. “It was super sophisticated, had to take a ton of planning. Honestly, if they weren’t, like, bad guys, I would’ve been really impressed.” 

You shrug the shirt on. “Sounds like you were impressed anyway, honey.” 

“Well.” Peter makes a sheepish face. “Just because they’re assholes doesn’t mean they’re not smart assholes, right?” 

“Right.” You say, standing to get the sweatpants on. You don’t know where to go from here, feeling oddly hollow but with no good reason. Peter’s here; your loneliness should be vanquished. You hold your elbows awkwardly. “So, how was the conference?”

“Baby.” Peter sounds almost disappointed, and hurt hooks its claws in your gut before you can even figure what you’ve done. “Why’re you all the way over there, huh? You haven’t even asked for a hug yet. Is something wrong?”

You hadn’t realized you were so predictable, but it is a bit odd for you not to tackle him the second he comes through the door. “I don’t think so,” you say, and Peter’s brows twitch together at your uncertain tone. “I just really missed you, Pete.” 

He makes a pained, sympathetic sound, opening his arms and stepping toward you. “C’mere, sweetheart.” 

And apparently that’s the permission your body was looking for. You meet him in the middle, his arms coming up slow and firm around your shoulder blades. Your chest aches again, but this time it’s almost pleasant, though you feel suddenly like you could cry. Peter seems to know, one arm tightening across both your shoulders while the other hand begins stroking up and down your back. 

“Did you have a bad week?” he asks softly, breath tickling your ear. 

“No,” you reply honestly. “I think…I think I just needed this.” 

Peter gives you a squeeze in response, and you tighten your grip too. 

“Let’s just do this forever,” you say, only half joking. “Think you could come to work with me tomorrow to hold my hand all day?”

Peter doesn’t seem willing to roll with your lightness. “Nobody else hugs you when I’m not around, do they?” he asks, and when you don’t respond, he pulls back slightly, taking your face in his hand. “Do they, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say, and you’re not sure why it feels like an admittance. You’re not touchy with your friends, and your coworkers aren’t close like that. When else would you have the opportunity for hugs? 

“No wonder you get so lonely when I’m gone.” Peter’s voice is fraught with tenderness, and he pulls you close again, petting your damp hair. “I’ll hold you as long as you like, babe, but after that, we should look into getting you a cat or something.” 

“A cat?” You twitch in his hold, perking up hopefully. “I thought your landlord didn’t let you have pets.” 

“He doesn’t, but he also doesn’t have to know,” he says easily. “If it’ll keep you from getting sad like this while I’m away, a cat is a small price to pay. Gotta keep my girl happy, you know?”

“I think,” you counter, “that we should get a cat and you should never leave again.” 

Peter chuckles, kissing the top of your head lightly. “Deal.”

#moonstruckme 1k celebration #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker #tasm spiderman #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter x you #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter x y/n #tasm!peter parker x fem!reader #tasm!peter parker x y/n #tasm!peter parker x self insert #tasm!peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker fanfiction #tasm!peter parker fanfic #tasm!peter parker fic #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker drabble #tasm!peter parker scenario #tasm!peter parker oneshot #the amazing spiderman

[z0mb1epuzzy]

Vox relationship hcs !! SFW & NSFW (Gender Neutral)

SFW:

Warnings: Val mentioned. (joking)

- Vox is obviously a guy who needs some validation, he won’t admit it - but the second you tell him how handsome he looks or how good a job he did on the air that day, you notice his mood is overall… better.

- Naturally the other V’s will still be involved in Vox’s life. Velvette adores you, probably treating you like a friend who just happens to be dating her coworker more than anything. Valentino seems relatively indifferent, he tried his little flirting routine once or twice, but the second Vox snapped at him for it (Yk that scene where he gets all up in his face and says “VAL”? yeah, that type of snap) he backed off, promising you some “good work” if things didn’t work out between you and vox.

- In terms of your actual relationship, the parts that go on behind closed doors and whatnot, he’s a lot softer than one may expect. Once he drops the whole “hotshot celebrity overlord” act, he’s shockingly.. sweet? He secretly enjoys just spending time cuddling you. (his head on your chest? your head on his? he honestly doesn’t mind either way.)

- If he ever catches you eyeing something in public, he always finds a way to get it for you. You mention a shirt you thought was cute? Suddenly he’s bringing you home said shirt in a nicely wrapped little box. He calls it a “lucky coincidence.” (all he wants is to make you happy, so a couple hundred dollars in whatever knickknacks make you smile is nothing.)

- still not over the alastor thing.

NSFW: (the part you’re probably here for)

Warnings: NSFW (ofc), vibrating dick?, semi public, oral, some little sprinkles of power bottom vox, masochism(?)

Kinks - masochism (biting, scratching, whatever), dacryphilia (loves fucking you to tears bc i said so), DEGRADATION (giving, not receiving), praise (mutual), semi-public, maybe some temp play?

- Oh, your poor holes. all of them. The second this man gets off work and you hear him grumbling under his breath? just know you’re probably gonna have jello legs for a few hours (minimum.)

- Vox probably has a pretty high sex drive, not quite as high as someone as angel, but after a tough day at work, dealing with whatever bullshit man - tantrum val had, having some kind of annoying glitch with his systems, whatever is enough to irritate him.

- If you ever come and visit him on one of those days, thinking it would be a fun idea to visit him at work and maybe tease him a little, just prepared to be fucked over a desk or against a wall. he has no patience.

- If you’re someone with fem reproductive bits, be prepared because sometimes this man does NOT have the patience for a condom. (pullout game is awesome though, so that’s a plus)

- on a good day, a day where he gets to spend his time with you alone, no work or distractions, he will take his time with you. On days where he can take his time and go nice and slow with you, running his nice sharp fingers over your thighs, (maybe using some of that electricity to give you little shocks…if you’re into that) telling you how beautiful (or handsome ofc) you are, just really nice foreplay…. before you’re inevitably destroyed by his cock. (and yes, it vibrates.)

- PRAISE+DEGRADATION. “You’re such a good fucking slut for me, you know that?” or “My good fucking whore.” type shit

- He’d absolutely love receiving head, though… for obvious reasons GIVING it may be a bit complicated. When you give it though, vox WILL melt for you, groaning and cursing under his breath, when he gets close he can’t help but grab your head and face-fuck you, pulling you off his cock last minute to release onto your face (if you’re okay with that - he’s fine with your mouth too.)

- This man is fully willing to pound the everliving soul out of you if you’ll let him, but if you ever decided to take control for a night…. he’d act opposed, but you can see the intrigue on his face. (definitely ends up blue-screening) when this man is on the bottom he gets LOUD, though he’d probably get pissed off and take control again if you teased him enough.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox smut #hazbin smut #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin valentino

[sleep-0-deprived]

Uzui Tengen NSFW alphabet

A Aftercare Uzui isn’t big on after care but he does make sure that you are comfortable

B. Body part (what’s his favorite body part). Uzui is more of a thigh guy and he loves you grip your thighs when the two of you are intimate he also loves seeing your thighs in stalking or fishnets that turns him on every time

C. Cum (where does he cum) he prefers to cum in your ass but if you ask he will pull out and cum on your chest or your face, seeing you fill or covered in his seed makes him want to fuck you all over again

D. Dirty secret He wants to see you get off by riding him until you go weak he also wants you to sit on his face and eat your ass out

E. Experience Uzui’s experience with men is actually pretty good but your the first man that he has ever been with but you wouldn’t be able to tell and he is amazing with his tongue

F. Favorite position His favorite position is missionary so he can see the bulge in your stomach and your leaky dick but more than that he loves to see the expressions you make when he pounds into you

G. Goofy (is he goofy during sex or more serious). Uzui is more serious during sex but he will smirk or make a sly remark towards you

H. Hair. Uzui likes to grip onto your hair when you ride him (if your hair is long enough) he also likes it when you grip his hair tight during sex

I. Intimacy Uzui is very intimate and but at the same time he will make you so over simulated that you cry and squirm under his touch

J. Jerk off (how often does he jerk off) shockingly not often only when your not around does he jerk off otherwise he will just use your mouth or hand if he doesn’t have enough time for full on sex wich is rare

K. Kinks (is he kinky) Uzui is really kinky he has a thing for nipple play as well as breeding kink he is into Ddlb, bitting, bdsm, and bondage

L. Location. (Where does he like to have sex). He likes the bed but he likes fucking you in the shower or against the wall he also likes to fuck you in semi public places like against a window

M. Motivation (what motivates him to keep fucking you). He likes to see you all fucked out and desperate to reach your high that makes his dick throb every time

N. No/ turnoffs. When you actually are in pain he doesn’t like to see you actually hurt and hurting you in a serious way is a big no no for him

O. Oral/giving or receiving he prefers to receive from you rather than give it but when he does decide to suck you off and give you oral it feel like heaven he is amazing with his tongue

P. Pace (how fast does he go in bed) he is known for being a very fast hashira and that still applies in bed he will pound you until you can’t feel your ass

Q. Quickie He doesn’t like them he prefers to take his sweet time with you and not just fuck and go

R. Risk taking he isn’t the biggest risk taker when it comes to sex but he will still take a risk and fuck you in semi public places

S. Stamina. As a hashira that has went through hard ninja training as a child he has extremely high stamina so he can go on for hours depending how horny he is but at least 5 rounds on the normal bases

T. Toys. He and you have a box in your shared closet that has dildos butt plugs cuffs and rope also nipple clamps he loves to watch you come undone on toys

U. Unfair/ how much of a tease is he. Uzui is one of the biggest teases he will bring you right to the break of a strong orgasm and then pull back or stop he will tease you over and over again

W. Wild card he wants to put a collar on you with his name carved on it

X. X-ray / what is he packing. Uzui is roughly 9.5 inches soft and 10.1 inches when he gets hard

Y. Yearning/how high is their sex drive he is always a little horny he can fuck you for hours and still feel horny for you

Z. Zzz/how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards Uzui normally falls asleep after you while the both of you cuddle

#bottom male reader #sub male reader #tengen uzui #Uzui Tengen X male reader #demon slayer x male reader #demon slayer #hashira x male reader

[canyourfavesurvivecastledracula]

Princess Entrapta, from the 2018 Netflix reboot of She-Ra

Strengths: willingness to examine supernatural phenomena from a scientific standpoint; cybernetic prehensile hair allows her to escape from basically any physical restraints Dracula puts her in; has shown resistance to mind-controlling effects above and beyond other characters in the show; experienced in befriending pale-faced evil geniuses like Hordak; carries a shitton of tools on her person at all times

Weaknesses: would absolutely go poking around in the deeper areas of the Castle; tends to focus on learning more about a threat rather than dealing with it immediately; might make Dracula's brides jealous; lackluster sense of self-preservation

I was scrolling my inbox looking for an appropriate one to schedule for Pi Day (shockingly, no one has submitted any Talking Pies) and this seems like the right option

Oh Entrapta... it's all in the name isn't it. Would she see Dracula as a potential lab partner I wonder? She's very [whatever]-century up to date with a vengeance and he is more about the old powers which mere modernity cannot kill. And she's into that to! But there are no robots to play with in Castle Dracula. Maybe they could bond over their mutual love of trains (I have to assume Entrapta would love trains. They're not robots, but they're the closest the 1890s have to offer). Although why would you invite Princess Entrapta to your castle if you haven't got any robots to mess with?

But yeah, it's canon that as long as Entrapta has Science to do she's not going to be too concerned about being a prisoner or how evil her hosts are. But I worry that Castle Dracula will lack the sort of enrichment she needs. She also exclusively eats tiny food (hey, just like the Girlies) which Dracula may or may not be willing to accommodate. Maybe making tiny food will be less repulsive to his vampire senses so it's actually a plus.

I think Dracula's weird hours, excessive grabbing, and invasions of privacy would also not particularly bother her because she does all that too. (That hair of hers has no concept of personal space whatsoever. .......actually if she could make Dracula's mustache I think he would be super into that). On the other hand I think Entrapta would be very vulnerable to his overtures of friendship. She is easy to manipulate if you can get at her actual insecurities, and friendship is one of them. Especially with not being put-off by Dracula's eccentricities, if he tells her they're friends she's going to believe him and act accordingly.

I don't think locked doors pose any particular barrier to Entrapta, either practical or social. Ladies' wing nothing, she's in his walls now. The Girlies present a quandary. You say that Entrapta is not particularly mesmerable; and amoral as she can be, I doubt she'd be on board with baby eating. IF, I suppose, she figures out that that's what's going on. People are not her strong suit. Dracula says "I too can love" and she sits up like "aw really! That's sweet of you! But more importantly, how are you guys doing that moonbeam thing?"

I've said before Dracula expects people to react in a certain way and uses it to toy with his food, but Entrapta does not react as expected. To the Horrors at least - once he figures her out a bit as I have said he can then get into the emotional manipulation and abuse... if he is bemused by her enough to get there. How does Dracula react to being grabbed and poked and prodded by other people's hair?

So circling back, I don't think Dracula can really contain her, but she may not have any particular reason to leave. He can definitely emotionally break her. I don't think Dracula is as soft hearted as Hordak - a vampire can only love one way: by consumption, to destruction. As much as he might enjoy having an actual friend for a bit, at the end of the day he's a bastard who enjoys being cruel on purpose even more. He probably could figure out a way to kill her, but it's more fun to befriend and then abuse her.

I think the Girlies though hate having her around. She's always getting into things. Does Entrapta recognize this and treat them as a real threat? If so, that's a motivation to also leave once Dracula does. If she doesn't, I don't think she can take all three of them at once.

So presuming she has something to do there, I think Princess Entrapta can survive Castle Dracula, though not without being put through the ringer emotionally. But if she doesn't choose to escape when Dracula leaves, the Girlies get her.

#princess entrapta #spop #she ra #inventors #cartoons #royalty

[marwhoa]

request: can i get some Mori dating headcanons? it's okay if not, have a good day :]

🝮 mori-senpai dating headcanons !!

morinozuka takashi & reader

author’s note: so exciting! I did this impromptu without consulting my fic schedule at all, I was just so excited. It’s my second ohshc ask !! and my first headcanon write !! I have a few headcanon requests that i may be tots cool with knocking out shortly.. or maybe i’ll watch Wednesday.. ooh! Fun fact, i actually have Honey’s Usa-chan. I bought it with money I was given after donating plasma 😎 watch this be the post that gets me flooded with ohshc requests lmao

word count: 1.0k

When you guys first got together, little paper-craft animals would appear in places he knew you would see. You only discovered it was his work when one day, he said a little, “ oh! “ and then held out an adorable paper-tanuki. You keep them all, don’t you?

That isn’t to say he doesn’t still do it. No, no, you will occasionally find a little cat or so still! Once there was even a little chick.

Before dating him, you may have encountered a rude person, bully, or unwanted flirts. Once y’all were together, magically that slate was wiped clean… Did you gain a boyfriend or a guardian angel? (Trick question, answer is both!)

Now, we all know how quiet he can be—speaking only when necessary or so. As such, you have occasionally been referred to as the “ Mori Whisperer “ due to your accidental talent at being able to read this man like a book. Like, the easiest book. One time, you glanced at him from across the room, sprung right up, and left. Everyone was confused, and then even more so when you came back with … poetry book? God, they were even more confused.

When you turned and saw them looking at you, missing Mori’s second-long starstruck expression, you simply went, “ What? He had his ‘poetry book’ look in his eyes. “ No one knew which to question more, how you knew that or how you saw that look FROM ACROSS THE ROOM.

Alright, home boy surprised the death out of you once though. You’re great at reading him, but you had never met an exhausted Mori, so imagine the shock on your face as you were leaving with him from the club room after a late night, and right before leaving out, his hands slipped into yours and pinned you to the wall. His head hung low, resting against your shoulder. Silence. A little squeak of awkwardness slipped your lips and he smirked against your skin, mumbling something about how cute you were and how hard it was to focus on anything else if you were in the room. Even when you were gone he couldn’t focus! He rose up, gave you a smooch on the forehead, and then carried on with a yawn.

You wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was thundering in your chest on the way to your rides home.

If you’re shorter than him—let’s be real, he’s 6’4. I dare you to be taller—he will wordlessly hoist you up in some way, shape, or form. Prove me wrong? Within reason, of course (like ceiling height limits), he is either going to encourage caring you on his back, shoulders, or in his arms (won’t confess to it, but he may, just a teensie tad bit, prefer this method)

If you ARE taller than him, don’t think you’re safe from being picked up. He will just tug you into a hug, contemplate silently for a second, and then WHOOSH, hoist you on up!

You see this? This right here? Yeah, he’s picking you up like this and looking into your eyes. If you’re lucky, you will catch his lips curl up into a fond smile.

Shares his food with you. Whether you have a habit of not eating or not, he will know. Mori is shockingly in tune with knowing whether you’ve had enough to eat or not—and if you’ve had the proper food groups. He grew up with the words most mischievous, sweets-loving little martial artist! Best believe he is either gently nudging a plate of yumminess to you OR holding it out for you to eat (cue the swooning in the background at such an adorable display of love!)

Mori will hold a bit of food for you to take, leaning into his propped-up hand with a smile in his eyes. When you take it, he can’t help but imagine you looking like an adorable little puppy or something and is quick to quietly take his gaze elsewhere, lest he wants his pale complexion to bloom with the ripest of rosy hues!

Rarely seen without Honey, but when you came into the picture? That because a, “ rarely seen without one of them, pretty much never alone ”. At first it was because Honey didn’t trust you being good enough for Mori and had to make sure you were good enough (what? you think someone’s following you? Oh, no, no, no, you’re um, seeing things. Yeah.) Now it’s just because it happens organically… or does it?

After the initiation period, you and Honey actually get along well. If Mori isn’t there when you come into the club room, Honey will beckon you over to hang out with him! Some of the girls love to visit him especially if you’re there because of the adorable older sibling caring for younger sibling dynamic you inadvertently fall into place of.

Mori may or may not have came in to see this once. Swore his heart nearly popped like a ballon as he saw your face contort into a playfully scolding expression saying, “ Honey-senpai, watch out! You’re spreading strawberry cream all over your face. “ He totally wasn’t imagining you taking care of children or anything, not at all. Not with those kind, gentle hands.

You’re, you’re sorely mistaken!

On particularly slow or boring days, he just might (with permission, of course, he is no heathen!) run his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. If you rest against him or lay your head in his lap, he will pray that you cannot hear how loud HIS heart is.

Also, his love language is acts of service. You don’t even have to ask him for help, he just magically appears (which has startled you a few times! you’ve joked a few times about getting him a little bell to hear him coming. he may have snorted at that, but when you turned back to look at him, he had a neutral expression…). Like, literally magically appears. One time you were having trouble on homework, and guess who sprung up a surprise visit? That’s right.

Morinozuka Takeshi, in the flesh. Cue a comedy scene worthy montage of you getting nice and presentable before letting him into your study room. He said he was also having trouble, but once the impromptu study sesh began, you discovered it was a lie! He was too good at this to be having trouble!

Who told him you needed help?!?

#ohshc x reader #mori senpai x reader #ohshc headcanons #ohshc mori x reader #morinozuka takashi x reader #takashi morinozuka x reader #ohshc morinozuka takashi x reader #mori takashi x reader

[chalkrevelations]

And another thing. I know I've mostly talked about Boston since I finished watching the finale, but the more I think about the absolute character assassination Only Friends did on Nick in that last conversation with Boston, the more pissed off I get.

To have the one man who actually sees Boston as fully human and complex, who's been given access to a side of Boston that's normally protected behind so much armor no one sees it, who's literally been told by Boston that Boston can do care and sweetness, not just sex, and that he wants a chance to have that in some way - to have that man look Boston in the face and say "No, you're lying to yourself when you say you want sweetness and romance, you should just be lonely" is like - what the actual fuck did I just watch? Nick would never.

That last conversation is infuriating. And not because Nick's saying, we want different things and we aren't going to work together as a couple, although I've seen plenty of people try to flatten dissatisfaction about Boston's ending and the BostonNick ending into simple unhappiness about the pair not ending up together. No, it's because Nick utterly discounts and ignores what Boston has said he wants for himself, just like other people have repeatedly done when Boston's tried to delineate his boundaries, just like Nick himself did before he had 9 episodes of a growth arc, in whatever little snips of time the show begrudgingly gave these two characters. It's Nick telling Boston not to even try finding what he needs and wants with someone else, that he should lock himself back into a loveless existence, in his darkroom, without light and air, making no more intimate connection with the men he fucks than looking at them through his camera lens, a connection that's not even real enough to make the photo he took of Nick worth keeping. It's Nick gaslighting him by telling him he'd be happier that way, in spite of Boston's expressed desires.

And it's Nick - the only person who's ever expressed any appreciation for his art - discounting that art.

Boston takes off some of his armor for Nick, and the show hands Nick a knife and has him stab Boston in the soft places that are subsequently exposed.

It's not as ham-handed a character assassination as Boston literally leaving Nick on the dancefloor and two drinks on the bar to go fuck in an alley because he's so instantly dickmatized by a random guy and then having him lie about it, in the face of 11.5 episodes of being the one character who'll always throw the truth in your face whether you want it or not, because apparently he's panting after dick so bad - because he's a slut, ya know - that he can't keep a promise to Nick for a week, let alone four months the show needed some excuse to set this relationship and Boston's character in particular on fire. But it is almost as egregious.

And it's Nick being used as a mouthpiece for the show's shockingly moralistic agenda about casual sex, how it's bad, how those who do it are bad, and how it's apparently antithetical to care and romance and love. Boston is lying to himself when he says emotional commitment and physical sex are different things, Nick and the show say here. Anything other than monogamous, heteronormative relationships mean that you're supposed to be forever alone, this supposedly queer show about queers tells me, through Nick's mouth.

They might as well have just reached out of the screen and stabbed me.

#nick (of) #boston (of) #bostonnick #only friends #only friends the series #the monster in the closet #not gay as in happy #queer as in fuck you

[notmozzi]

Kiriko Jealousy Headcanons (some NSFW)

A/N: this sat unfinished in my notes for a while so i went ahead and finished it up to feed you guys. im working on some kirihana content (as well as other requests) in the meantime. ngl ive been pretty busy, so i apologize for any inactivity, but i promise more stuff is slowly getting done. enjoy!

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• Kiriko is pretty mature and, generally, knows how to keep to herself when someone’s hitting on you. Especially if theyre actually respectful upon you rejecting them.

• And when it comes to your closeness with friends, she’s extremely lenient. She only asks that she knows where you are, but she never hovers you. She 100% trusts you.

• However, there have been times where someone had rudely insisted on getting your number, taking you out, etc. And in these instances, Kiriko isn’t so distant.

• For one, Kiriko enjoys holding you close. An arm around your back and her hand on your hip? She does this often. A quick kiss on the cheek? Holding your hand? Calling you “babe” or “precious?” All of the above.

• When things get more tense, though, Kiriko drops the sweet form of asserting herself.

“Sorry, but Y/N’s taken.” Kiriko held you flush against her with each of her hands on your hips. You shuddered as you felt her breath ghosting over the back of your neck with each word she murmured. “She’s not interested.”

• And Kiriko is hardly possessive, but that doesn’t mean she can’t be. Little acts like holding you by the hips or kissing you with a hand holding your chin always get you flustered. And she sure as hell enjoys little things that make her feel in more control over you.

• This is only 20% of the time. 60% of the time, when someone bothers you, she opts for the kiss on the cheek and a sweet nickname. That tends to ward anyone off.

• And the other 20%? Well, Kiriko has it taken care of before you even walk out the door.

• Kiriko loves marking you behind closed doors. Loves it. And depending on the events of a certain day, she’ll most definitely leave them in spots you can’t hide without a turtleneck.

• If she’s simply feeling romantic, Kiriko leaves marks on your chest and collarbone. Subtle bruises, but nothing crazy.

• If there’s been a guy talking to you that she’s wary about, though, or maybe somebody bothered you that day that she had to ward off, then you best believe she’s taking out her possessiveness on you.

You let out a sharp gasp as Kiriko pressed you against the bedroom door, fingers intertwined and breathing heavy. Your quick breathing quickly turned into a soft, blissfull moan, feeling Kiriko immediately press her face into the crook of your neck.

Her cheek brushed against yours as her tongue dragged its way along your jawline, slowly travelling down the side of your throat and eventually stopping just above your collarbone. Only a moment passed before you felt her teeth gently and lewdly press into your skin.

You keened and arched into her, and she only responded with a growl as she pressed your hands further up against the wall. The bite lasted just a few seconds and Kiriko finished it off with a gentle lick as she let go. She then kissed her way back up your neck and brought her lips to your ear.

“You’re mine, kichō.” She purred, her voice shockingly low already and giving away her arousal. “And I’m gonna make sure they know from now on. Okay?”

You could only nod as she nipped at your ear, eliciting a shaky whine from your lips. As the taller woman continued, you dutifully surrendered, exposing your throat with the raise of your chin and closing your eyes.

• The marks left behind the following morning always make Kiriko grin like an idiot. You try to be annoyed, but can’t help but find it a little hot that Kiriko chooses to assert herself this way. You also, oddly enough, find it somewhat cute with how proud of herself she gets.

• And whenever you tease her about her jealousy, she typically ends up fingering you numb. Overstimulation is a big yes when you relentlessly taunt her.

Aww look at you now…that pretty little face, all flustered just for me. Listen to yourself baby…you were so cocky just seconds ago. What happened, Y/N? Do my fingers feel that good? Yeah? Do me a favor and scream who you belong to, sweetheart. Just for me.

#overwatch #overwatch smut #kiriko #kiriko kamori #overwatch headcanons #kiriko x reader

[riches-and-rossi]

,What is a ‘dilf’? Y/N’

- Pairing; David Rossi x Fem!Reader

- Fic type: Romantic, Clean, Fluff, Funny

- Tags: accidental confessions, drunken confessions, sweet Rossi, Y/N is a mess, Hotch wins a bet, slight daddy issues, the team is traumatized.

- Warnings: None,

- Summary: the team goes out to celebrate after a particularly successful case, the girls have an interesting conversation and Y/N has to explain what a dilf is to Dave.

It all started when Hotch mentioned that he and Morgan planned to stop by a bar after work, it was everyone’s day off tomorrow and they couldn’t fly back from New Orleans till morning plus the case had gone shockingly well. Before anyone knew what happened Dave had offered to cover the bill for the whole team, JJ had called Will, and everyone was on their way to the hotels bar no questions asked.

At first things had been calm, everyone ordered a beer, will had recommended it apparently this was his go to back home and it was actually brewed in the bar, it was also eight percent alcohol.

Eventually the guys split off to play pool, Penelope stole a beer from Derek who was completely and utterly plastered and the girls started gossiping by the bar. “He’s cute.” Emily pointed out a guy, nice arms and a nice beard but he couldn’t be older then thirty five, that was still a decade older then you but he was no Pasta Man.

“He’s not really my type.”

“Yeah I agree with Y/N, he can’t compare to that Greek god of goodness.”

Penelope was peering at a stumbling Morgan across the bar earning a quiet ‘awe’ from JJ, he and Will seemed to be ups against each other in a game of nine ball at the moment.

“What is your type?, you’ve been on the team two years and I’ve never seen you date.” JJ took a sip of her beer, god bless her heart for being the only person still capable of standing this far into the night, and Emily and Penelope peaked up in curiosity.

You were to busy starring off at your senior agent, as he fumbled with his wallet trying to buy another round, thinking before you spoke was far to complicated for the moment being.

“Tall, older, handsome. Facial hair is a must and he has to be funny, and experienced, and confident.” Your tone was tooth rottingly sweet and Dave happened to look over, he winked at you playfully holding his beer as if to toast to you across the room and you giggled like a school girl much to your embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Y/N! He’s like fifty three!” JJ was shocked and Emily was cackling at you as you jumped with embarrassment, you weren’t sure if your face was red from the booze or from your life ending slip up on your feelings for the older agent.

“And? It’s not my fault that Rossi is a total Dilf.” Your tone was so self assured but unfortunately Emily and her evil cackle had brought the men back at the worst possible second. Despite the team being profilers, you managed to hide your embarrassing crush well enough, or at least you thought you had up until now.

“I’m a total what?” Speak of the devil, or in this case devilishly handsome Dilf and he shall appear. You wanted to curl up into a ball and die and yet the man looked so genuinely confused at which point he turned to the male half of the team who hadn’t heard and went, “what’s a Dilf?” Before glancing back at you,

“What, is a ‘Dilf’ Y/N?” He wanted answers and you wanted to leap off a tall ledge.

Hotch decided to bite his tongue, Reid looked absolutely perplexed, the girls were dying of laughter and Morgan spat out his drink back into his glass and started chocking. Will looked like he was questioning any life decision that lead him to meeting these people.

“Dilf is popular internet slang, to describe an older gentleman typically one with kids or one that acts like a father figure and is attractive. It’s said to mean ‘dad I’d like to fuck’ if I remember correctly!” It was official, when Reid was sober you were going to gut him, Rossi looked absolutely perplexed and the entirety of the team have a reflexive face palm at Reid’s words “what! Was I not helpful?” The doctor seemed clueless.

“You think I’m a Dilf? Really?” And suddenly Rossi was asking questions you didn’t want to answer and he was doing it in that sexy deep interrogator voice he used on unsubs, god why were you into that? And you were a stuttering mess of confusion.

“Well, uh- I… huh?” Welp, there went your last brain cell. To make matters worse again if that was even possible at this point, the Italian was starring so intensely you felt like you may explode.

“Before we do any Dilf’ing as it implies we should have dinner, I make excellent pasta.” Was he… oh, oh my god.

You nodded cheerfully at the offer, Dave’s Pasta and mind blowing Dilf sex, god bless the drunken delinquency of you and your colleagues.

#david rossi x reader #david rossi #David Rossi moodboard #David Rossi imagine #criminal minds

[ricekirspies]

GOING TO DISNEY WITH AVATAR

Headcannons

*This is what I think they would be like, don't get cranky if you don't agree*

Seating arrangement!

You, Tsireya and Kiri were talking about the mickey ears you would buy, while the boys fought about who would be the most scared ( it was really just Ao'nung and Lo'ak at eachothers throat with the other two holding them back). Tuk is just blasting cookie swirl c in her unicorn headphones.

Jake and Tonowari are also arguing about how Jake missed a turn, and Neytiri and Ronal are actually getting along and gossiping.

Then, Tsireya wips out UNO from nowhere and everyone is alert. Even Tuk who has shockingly turned off her iPad ( she's deffo an iPad kid). Now everyone is glaring at eachother with anger, apart from Rotxo. Ao'nung has to pick up 4 cards, Lo'ak blocks Tuk so she chucks her headphones at him, Neteyam and Kiri sit in silence concentrating, Rotxo is just saying well done at everything (You almost chuck Tuks headphones at him because of it) and you and Tsireya are teaming up against everyone.

Surprisingly enough, Rotxo wins and that causes everyone to start arguing. Eventually the mums come in and break it up, Neytiri stealing Tuk from you, so now you can actually swear and proper fight. But that's quickly dissolved when the caravan stops and you all turn your heads out the window to see a gas stop. And where there's a gas stop there is sweets. Trampling over eachother, everyone runs into the small shop and strips the shelves ( the parents are Dumbfounded with Neteyam forcing everyone to only pick up two things and saying 'we can share').

After your snack break, Ronal announces that you still have about 6 hours left. So everyone except Neteyam and Tsireya use this time as a nap break. Kiri decides to move over to the chair that Tuk was in You rest your head on her shoulder, which soon enough falls down to her lap but she doesn't mind. So she softly strokes your hair while you sleep. 30 minutes later, you wake up to see everyone but Tsireya asleep so you make a devious (😈😈) plan. Grabbing a two pens, you give one to Tsireya and starting on different ends you decorate everybody's face with artistic pieces ( the mums see you doing this but don't care). Ao'nung wakes up first, and startles everyone else awake with his annoying laughter. But he quickly shuts up when Lo'ak tells him to look at himself, stealing Kiris mirror and sliding it down the table to him.

Then you all decide to go into the back bedroom to watch a movie. Neteyam sits on the floor, as do rotxo and Ao'nung (who isn't very happy about that and told everyone on the bed to fuck themselves). Everyone agrees to watch Frozen, although lo'ak and Ao'nung don't look too pleased. Now everyone is screaming at the tv singing 'Let it go'.

Then you guys stop at a hotel bc its gotten too late. So Neteyam,Ao'nung,Rotxo andlo'ak share a room, you, Kiri, Tsireya Tuk share, and the married couples all share a room with their partner.

You and the girls decide to have a girls night, with facemasks and gossiping and everything. So that's what you do. Tuk tells you all the tea from her primary, while you guys tell her all the gossip and shit going on at your school. Then soon enough a knock comes, Tsireya opens it and Rotxo asks if he can come in ( the boys are constantly arguing) so you all look at eachother and nod, because he's just the sweetest ever. Then Neteyam wants to come in, then Lo'ak and finally, Ao'nung. Luckily, you brought extra face masks so you do all the boys.

Afterwards, Ao'nung says something stupid, so you throw a pillow at him, he throws it back, so you grab it and aggressively attack him. And thus starts, the pillow fight. Boys vs Girls. Even though Tuk is dead asleep on a bed, you manage to win a three against 4.

As for sleeping arrangements, you and Tsireya are all cuddled up, Kiri and Tuk sleeping on a different bed, and all the boys on the floor with pillows and blankets. You were woken up 5 times bc Ao'nung wouldn't stop kicking lo'ak in the face.

Before you know it, you've tidied up the room and are back on your way, only 4 hours left now. And you decide that is the perfect amount of time to take insta photos. So you spend the next 30 minutes getting a good lighting and angle, and force everyone to get in.

You stop at McDonald's 2 hours before, and Jake is rushing everyone in and out saying 'we're on a schedule here, Jesus people' and Lo'ak makes things worse by ordering the wrong meal and Neteyam says he somehow takes full responsibility. Now Jake's shoved everyone into the car all moody after sorting it out, so you guys have to literally look everywhere but eachother because if anyone makes eye contact you will all set all laughing.

And finally you've made it into disney, getting out of the caravan everyone is overjoyed and you just rush over to the entrance, Tuk has out down cookie swirlc yet again to join you (Jumping on your back, forcing you to carry her).

Fun facts

Kiri never got her mirror back.

It was actually Neteyams fault that Lo'aks order was messed up

Tsireya is going to ask you to date her a Disneyland (if I make a pt.2)

#avatar #avatar the way of water #tsireya #loak sully #avatar headcanons #jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #ao'nung #headcanon #disneyland #avatar x reader #tsireya x reader #tuktirey #the way of water #avatar 2 #neteyam oneshot #lo'ak sully #rotxo x reader #avatar fanfiction #pandora #modern!avatar #avatar au

[mamamittens]

The Ticket to Success (+18)

This work was commissioned by @raptures-finest, as usual it was a pleasure working with you!

OC (Andy) X Koala

Warnings: Masturbation, horny thoughts, hot tub sex, unprotected sex, and implied oral.

Word count: 7,080

Andy huffed, shuffling through the wad of mail he’d struggled for five minutes to remove from his mailbox. How the hell the mailman managed to stuff this many envelopes into the tiny box, he wasn’t sure, but it was a little amazing to behold. Well, it would be more enchanting if it didn’t result in him cussing out the thick stack of junk mail and weighing the benefits of tearing it out with his teeth for the feral satisfaction it would bring.

Luckily for the post office, Andy had enough restraint to not do that.

Barely.

So now he was aggressively sorting through it at his coffee table, wondering how a day could manage to pile up this many colorful envelopes, flyers, and brochures of everything from car dealerships, grocery store sales—oh, that’s a damn good deal for a turkey, but what the hell would he even do with a whole turkey?!—churches, window estimates, phone companies, actual bills be needed to keep, and thoughtful offers to take out loans he couldn’t afford to pay back.

It's so exhausting being popular, it seems. At the very least, more popular than he’d been for the past few months.

Andy would never describe his social life as hot and popping or any other vaguely cringe phrase, but it had been particularly dry and depressing since he got dumped a while back.

Over text.

Andy handled it with dignity, of course…

And a few gallon jugs of ice cream with reruns of canned laughter sitcoms to soothe his soul as well as his wounded ego. But that was besides the point and no one’s business but his internet history and the mysteriously thriving succulent he doesn’t recall buying, potting, or even watering even once. It also keeps moving but unless it starts talking to him, he’s going to ignore the vaguely spooky nature of his potted plant.

Hell, if it starts paying rent he’ll give it its own room too.

Still, in the midst of many creative scams, deals, and bizarre attempts to claim his Sundays, there was a rather plain envelope with a smiley face logo. Cheerfully calling him a winner. Andy wasn’t so depressed that’s all it would take to get him to take out a fifty thousand dollar loan though…

Andy leaned forward suddenly, squinting at the return address.

It sounded familiar.

And not like it was his bank kind of familiar.

Happy Holiday Getaway Giveaway.

A little generic, maybe that’s what got his attention?

Andy huffed, hand moving to smack the envelope onto the junk pile and then yelped when he instead slapped the innocent succulent he did not recall putting on his coffee table. The cute, chubby leaves barely moving an inch, still thriving with pretty pink buds.

“Sorry!”

Seriously, when the hell did he get this plant?!

Andy thought hard, narrowing his eyes at the strange thing in it’s clay pot painted like a takeout container.

It was weird enough that he just might have got it himself but… when?

Couldn’t have been after he got dumped—the only needless purchases he’d made were video games and sweets after that disastrous text.

Before it then?

He doesn’t remember why he would have—he’s not a plant guy and Cashmere certainly wasn’t either… ah!

Andy nearly jumped, remembering suddenly why the name was familiar.

It was a sweepstakes! He’d entered a sweepstakes hoping for a nice vacation with his then-girlfriend!

Then she dumped him two days later…

Andy ripped open the envelope and looked over the contents.

Shockingly… he’d won.

All inclusive trip to an exotic resort. A new one at that, so the amount of other guests were low—maybe this was a sly way to test the facilities? The pictures were stunning but vaguely liminal if he was being honest.

Sleek, modern white walls with pristine pools surrounded by a golden beach. Paradise perfectly packaged for the wealthy consumer who didn’t mind the vaguely canned feeling of the architecture. It would probably look a little less fake with more people but the few pictures he had only had a few runway models lounging around. Distantly, Andy worried that this was a trafficking scheme of some kind.

But no, he’d looked up the resort when he first applied for the sweepstakes.

It’s very real. And very new.

In fact, the paperwork he got warned of conditions. Mainly a required set of activities he’d need to partake in. Interviews of his and his guest’s experience.

Looks like he was being offered the once-in-a-lifetime chance to be a guinea pig for an expensive resort. Well, him and one other person.

“Shit…” Andy muttered, looking around his frankly messy apartment.

Who the hell would go with him on vacation for a week?

Andy had his phone out, scrolling through his contacts nervously.

Have to be single—don’t want the drama or some misunderstanding otherwise…

That knocked out several people.

Definitely not calling family, that sounds like hell on earth.

There goes several more… his contacts are pretty sparce now that he thought about it.

If this ends up being shit, I don’t want to hear about it at work…

Aaaand there goes a majority of his contacts.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Andy scowled.

“Okay, who’s crazy enough to beta-test a bougie resort or knock out teeth if it’s a trafficking scheme…” Andy’s finger scrolled directly to one person.

Koala.

Well… yeah.

Koala would definitely agree to go.

Nervous, Andy shot her a text, wincing when he realized their last conversation was nearly a month ago about splitting the cost of takeout. But it was too late now, his shot was well and truly out there.

Three dots bounced at the bottom of his screen for several moments.

‘u tryin to get ur organs harvested or smt?!’

Three, mocking dots bounced again.

‘fuck it we ball’

Andy blinked, shocked he barely had to justify himself.

“…fuck it, we ball.” Andy echoed distantly, realizing with growing horror that he’d just agreed to a week-long resort stay with Koala.

…What would he even wear?

What would Koala wear?!

Andy shot up, running to his closet to try and find decent clothes to wear.

Depending on how suspicious Koala was, she was either packing bikinis or brass knuckles—Andy nearly smacked himself.

It was Koala.

She was packing both.

Short of any brass knuckles himself, Andy settled for at least two pairs of khakis and worked from there. Worst case scenario, Koala just makes fun of his fashion choices. As long as he packed sunscreen, that should be the most embarrassment he has to worry about.

Shockingly, that was not the most embarrassment he needed to worry about.

Andy had, in his confusion, forgotten a key feature of this trip beyond trying out a new facility he’d otherwise never get to step foot in.

This was designed as a couple’s retreat.

So, there he was, standing side by side with his dear friend Koala as they stared at the only bed they had available.

Red silk sheets littered with rose petals and chocolates. Clean white candles lit in their own holders on the bedside tables as mood lighting while the afternoon sun stained the ocean view with lovely pinks and purple hues. The only good news was that the bed was in a normal shape, but he hadn’t seen the bathroom yet so he wasn’t going to assume he was in the clear for anymore overt honeymoon-vibes.

“Ah…” Andy found himself failing to say anything witty for the occasion. A joke, perhaps, to cut the tension. But really, what was there to say here?

“Ah.” Koala agreed with an amused grin. “Well, at least the room is nice!” Andy nodded woodenly, looking out at the spacious accommodation.

Much like the rest of the resort, it was rather sparsely decorated. Bare, in fact, except for a few modern art pieces that looked like they were made with a max budget of twelve buck but ended up costing twelve hundred at minimum. White walls, warm recessed lighting, hardwood floors, and off-beige colored furnishings for the most part. There was the occasional pop of saturated color, like the red bedding and what appeared to be teal accents in the bathroom, but for the most part the resort seemed to be trying to convince him that they’d died. And not honorably, either.

Like, really boringly died at the end of a long nine-to-five with no real attachments to anything but the vague concept of a full night’s rest. No personality to speak of beyond what could be agreed on in a tense but ultimately meaningless boardroom meeting of old, out of touch CEOs.

Nice, but like it would really suck to live here.

The view was nothing to sneeze at, though. Panoramic windows overlooking a private balcony of just a small slice of the ocean just off the kitchen. A little cozy hot tub merrily bubbling away. Not that Andy could imagine cooking anything in the kitchen, it looked painfully staged. Like he’d open the fridge to find an open glass pitcher of milk and sample sized glass bottles of syrup for coffee. Maybe craft coffee beans and dragon fruit in the cupboards if whoever staged it remembered that people generally tended to eat things but damned if they could remember how that worked.

Sterile and just a little out of touch seemed like a good description of the place, actually. Even if it was bigger than his apartment.

Andy eyed the beige couch and wondered if he’d smell like a department store after sleeping on it. It looked too small to fit him though, and he wasn’t a particularly large guy to start with.

“Well, at least it’s not a trafficking scheme.” Koala finally sighed, setting down her bag and removing her cap. Soft red hair puffing out now that it was free. “I feel too gross to sit anywhere though.” She huffed and Andy definitely agreed with her.

“Well, we’re free for the rest of the night to settle in. You can try out the shower first. We’ve got to show up for breakfast and…” Andy fished in his pocket for the activity list. Clicking his tongue as he squinted over the frilly calligraphy. “After that, snorkeling? Snorkeling at eleven for two hours and then lunch. Free until dinner at seven.” He eventually summarized. Koala looked at him with intrigue.

“What else do we have to do?” She asked, popping open her suitcase to sort through the contents.

“Looks like the day after tomorrow we have a short nature hike after breakfast and a spa treatment after lunch until dinner. Next day is a cooking class to make our own dinner. Yoga early the next day. The last two days are our own outside of meal times. Then we leave before noon.” Andy mused, glancing over the list.

Really, he’d have liked to choose his own activities, but considering the whole damn thing was free, he had no real complaints on the matter. Nothing seemed too outlandish at least.

“Sounds like a pretty decent plan. Kinda wish the meal times were more flexible but I guess the whole thing’s free so…” Koala shrugged while unknowingly agreeing with him. Plucking out some clothes from her suitcase and going to the open doorway to a clean, white tile bathroom with teal decorations. Andy smiled, deciding to go onto the balcony and check out the view while he waited for Koala to finish taking a shower.

Frankly, it was breathtaking. The distant crash of the waves below. Faint conversations of staff and probably a few other guests testing out the facilities. Sea salt heavy in the air as a cool breeze swept by. Andy could easily get lost in this sort of view…

If only he could forget how there’s literally only one bed.

And the couch in the main area was not big enough for him to sleep comfortably after a moment of contemplation unless he suddenly gained the ability to sleep like a lego on it’s side. And even then, he’s pretty sure his ass would be hanging off the edge.

It was unclear if it was meant for just looks or really skinny rich people.

Who knows, maybe there’s a secret couch-upgrade where they swap it for an identical fixture with three extra inches of cushion… probably costs an extra grand per inch though, knowing his luck.

And now he was trying not to think of the very obvious issue he’d need to solve for the week by imagining couch-related-upcharges.

Thing was, if it was anyone else, he might get away with sleeping on the floor.

But Koala would toss his ass into the sunset if he even tried to imply she needed separation to ‘protect her modesty’ or whatever. So… no. Koala would not stand for him to sleep on the floor and she’d laugh herself hoarse if he tried to squeeze onto the barely functional couch when he’s the reason she got to be here. And to hell would she sleep on the faux leather couch when there’s a perfectly good bed. Really, she wouldn’t see any issue with sharing the bed once they tossed out the rose petals. They’re friends. It’ll be just like a sleep over!

Because it kind of is.

And they are friends.

But Andy’s issue was more… personal.

He sucked in a sharp breath, gripping the sturdy railing suddenly as he finally allowed himself to admit the truth.

Koala was really pretty and Andy was a horrible cuddle bug.

Anything breathing in his vicinity ended up in his arms shortly after he passed out. Pets. People. Once, a particularly almost certainly haunted doll.

Side note of his own thoughts, Andy frowned at the realization that a succulent might not be the first or only vaguely haunted object following him in his own home…

And he’s getting distracted again! He needed to think of a solution before Koala finished up or he’d be stuck flailing in front of her trying to hedge around how handsy he got in his sleep!

It was mortifying. All the more mortifying by how lovely Koala was. Even if she scared him a little, but, never let it be said that his response to fear was rational. And he’d always thought Koala was lovely just as much as he knew she was out of his league. Embarrassingly so, actually.

It’s a whole thing is what Andy was trying to get at.

And Andy, the mad genius and utter fool he was, invited her to a beta-test couple’s retreat for an entire week.

If there was anything more horrifying than a bible in the nightstand, Andy was saving Koala the trouble and flinging himself into the setting sun.

“You better have brought pajamas because I am not cuddling up to your naked butt.” Koala piped up suddenly from right behind Andy, startling him badly enough to yelp. Face red from embarrassment and the thought of such an intimate embrace. Loose shorts barely mid thigh and a matching red spaghetti strap, crop top her pajama of choice for the night.

Andy quickly looked away from her soft shoulders exposed to the setting sun and, even more enchanting and dangerous, the gentle curve of her inner thighs. Her skin flushed and silky. Lean muscle packed neatly away under plush curves. Enough to fool most men, but not Andy. No, Andy knew better.

Even if he’d probably handle the sight of her so casually dressed better if he didn’t know how easily she’d break his spine. Alas, it was too late for him on many fronts.

“C-Course I did!” Andy sputtered quickly. “I-I’d never—” Koala snickered, rubbing a towel over her wet hair. Eyes bright with amusement as she smiled. His heart fluttering at her expression that he could almost imagine as enamored.

Andy cleared his throat quickly.

“Anyway! I thought I’d take the couch—s-so it’s not a concern!” Andy tried to deflect but Koala arched her bow at him. Pretty pink lips twisting into a scowl.

“Andy. I’m not convinced I could fit on that couch laying down. Any smaller and it would be an artsy end table.” Koala pointed out dryly, shaking her head. “Just take a shower, Andy. And don’t you even think of trying the couch.” She huffed, storming off. Wet hair bouncing over her shoulders, flicking water behind her.

Well… that was that, he supposed.

What a shame.

Dead of mortification on his first night on an all-expenses paid vacation. What a waste.

Andy swiped up a change of clothes and his little toiletry bag before Koala could do something horribly embarrassing like rifle through his bag and pick out his underwear. He didn’t pack any of his goofy boxers but he just knew that somehow Koala would reach in and pull out something gaudy. Like heart boxers or middle-school style dicks. Badly edited cat pics or maybe repeated ‘live, laugh, love’ patterned boxers.

He didn’t know how, he just knew she would.

Andy barely glanced at the bed to see Koala tucked in on one side, petal free, and scrolling on her phone in boredom. She looked so cute and domestic waiting for him to join her.

It took effort to rip his thoughts away from such dangerous trails, choosing instead to puzzle out the fancy shower. How Koala managed without cursing up a storm, he wasn’t sure.

Or maybe he just didn’t hear her?

Still, he managed somehow and quickly ducked under the spray. Letting hot water trail down his spine, cool teal tiles pressing into his forehead as he braced himself. Fingers clenching as he imagined the bare plush of his palms being something else. A different kind of heat building in his blood just as quickly as shame did. His cock throbbing with neglect as he tried to think of something else.

Anything but how soft her thighs would be in his hands.

How sweet she’d sound as he kissed up them.

She’d break him in half for the audacity—and if it happened after he got a chance to try his luck, he’d likely thank her.

Andy sucked in a sharp breath, his calloused palm wrapped around his cock. Water squeezed against his stiff length. He clenched his fist, thumb rubbing over the tip. Slipping in precum as his knees threatened to buckle.

Andy justified his indecency with the knowledge that if he didn’t take care of it now, he’d be likely wind up with it burning a hole through his pants. It certainly wasn’t going away on it’s own, no matter how cold he made the water—it was going to be a very long week if he didn’t find a way to manage this issue.

Andy gasped and panted into the hot, moist air as he stroked himself. Electricity shooting up his spine with every motion. Mind running wild as he pleasured himself for the first time in months. Unreasonably turned on from recycled fantasies with his ex being fashioned into something more compelling. Koala’s face where Cashmere’s once was—had originally been before he shamed himself for thinking of his friend that way while he had a girlfriend.

And now here he was, almost choking on steam as he went faster. His palm slapping the base of his cock just loud enough for his ears to burn. His eyes squeezed shut as he swallowed a moan. Imagining Koala gently crying out his name.

“—Andy?”

He gasped, nearly slipping as he came. Spilling onto the wall and his fist in thick spurts.

Nearly choking, still trembling with the aftershocks, Andy responded.

“U-Uh, yeah, K-Koala?” Andy said, trying to sound casual as his hand stroked his cock, riding the waves of his orgasm. It didn’t escape his notice how he throbbed when she spoke up. A particularly heavy spurt of cum splashing the wet tile as his whole body flushed with heat.

“Want me to set an alarm an hour before breakfast?” she asked politely. A fresh wash of shame falling over him.

Koala was such a good friend and here he was!

A fucking degenerate jacking off to her!

At least his libido cooled down considerably but at what cost?

“Yeah. Thanks, Koala.”

“No problem!”

Andy pulled his hand away, face burning as the water washed away the only evidence of his shame.

Hopefully, that would be the end of it.

That would not be the end of it, unfortunately.

Andy woke just before sunrise with a whine. His nose tickling with the soft scent of peaches and honey. Soft breath blowing across his chest. His cock arching against the fabric of his sleep pants to nestle into a soft, warm crease.

Koala was curled up in his arms, hands clenched into his shirt.

And his cock was practically trying to slip into her shorts.

Mortified, Andy tried to slip away. To maybe turn around or escape to the bathroom. But Koala whined, low and sweet. Her body shifting in a roll, grinding against his thigh trapped between her legs. He couldn’t help the hiss that escaped him, his whole body freezing as he tried to will his erection away.

Andy did not fall back asleep easily. But he only tried to slip away once more, triggering a more petulant and aggressive shuffle. He then realized that if he kept going, Koala would wake up to something a lot more embarrassing than his hard on pressing into her thigh. Uneasy, he fell back asleep hoping it would go away on it’s own.

He could only assume it did, seeing as he woke up to a cheery alarm instead of Koala’s hands on his throat, throttling him for his indecency. Andy groaned and buried his face into the pillow when the image of her straddling him did little to tamper down his pre-existing problem.

“Wake up, goober! It’s time to get dressed!” Koala chirped from somewhere nearby. Andy sighed, face still buried in his pillow.

At least she sounded happy… he could handle a week of mortifying self-control if it meant she had fun.

“Alright, alright. I’m up!” Andy huffed, smiling as he rolled out of bed.

And promptly wanted to roll back into it when he saw Koala.

“How do I look?”

Practically glowing with excitement, the cutest expression of mischief on her face. Cut off shorts barely mid thigh and a soft pink, short sleeved button up tied under her breasts, exposing her stomach and the cups of a yellow floral swim suit tied around the back of her neck. Large sunglasses perched on her head as the morning sun peaked in through the gauzy curtains. Flip flops clapping against the tile as she finished rubbing in sunscreen over her arms. A faint sheen across her cheeks hinting she’d already applied it there as well.

“You look good! Uh, new swim suit, right?” Andy asked, certain he’d never seen that one before.

“Yep! Got it just for the trip! And a matching swim suit for you too!” Koala grinned, tipping her head towards the dresser with aforementioned swim trunk.

A couple’s set?

Shit… Andy wanted to kiss her, she looked so cute and happy. And she’d so thoughtfully gotten him something nice to swim in rather than his ratty old pair of swim shorts he’d gotten years ago. As abrasive as Koala could be, there was no denying that she could be incredibly thoughtful while treating it as an afterthought. It’s one of the many things Andy loved about Koala.

Confident, passionate, endlessly thoughtful in her own way, and stunning even when she was pissed as hell. The list was really endless and Andy would die a happy man if he ever got to properly thank her for being even a fraction of the wonderful woman she was.

Not that she really needed his thanks, honestly.

She was also a little impatient, which Andy was reminded of as her expression began to twist into something approaching frustrated.

“Oh! Uhm, thanks, Koala! It’ll be nice to match when we go snorkeling!”

Andy picked up the shorts and raced to the bathroom, not wanting to see her good mood spoiled because he got lost in his head. This trip was a stroke of luck and he’d be a terrible friend if he wasted it waxing poetic about how great she was.

The resort was as nice and vaguely minimalist-industrial-backroom-hell that had been advertised. Everything looked so clean and hauntingly off-white. Decorated only with lush greenery and pieces of modern art he could only fathom as interesting to look at and not much else. The staff were also very nice with clean, pressed uniforms designed for the warm, breezy weather. They at least looked like real, comfortable, not-quite-minimum-wage people. Andy would have lost his mind if they all looked like supermodels.

“Ah, pardon me ma’am, do you know where they’re serving breakfast?” Andy asked a passing maid in pastel yellow, noting the name tag pinned to her chest. The woman, maybe around forty with a deep tan and laugh lines, chuckled.

“Yes, I do. Follow me!” Mariah cheerfully declared, turning on her heel sharply.

“Oh! Directions are fine if you’re busy, Miss Mariah!” Andy called out, but the woman barely paused as she laughed over her shoulder.

“It’s no problem, sir! We barely have any guests for this trial run so my hands are empty of meaningful work.” Mariah called out. “And no ‘miss’! That goes for either of you kids!” Koala laughed.

“Alright, ma’am!” She responded with a sharp grin as Mariah glared back.

“Sorry, miss—I mean ma’am—I mean Mariah!” Andy sputtered, faltering under what was definitely a well-worn motherly glare. Koala slapped his arm with a bark of laughter as Mariah joined in.

“This is the dining hall where every meal is served. I don’t know when you have cooking lessons but there’s a special area just to the left where Javier, my cousin, will teach you. If you have any questions, just let me know! You two have fun—oh! And if you wish to be, well, undisturbed, there’s a tag to hang on the door handle! Just don’t forget to remove it when you leave your room!” Mariah chuckled with a wink, leaving Andy sputtering again as Koala blushed.

“T-Thank you, Mariah!” Andy tried to speak, as the woman in question left them to their meal with a laugh.

Their breakfast was served buffet style. The table clearly not stocked to capacity, likely to cut down on waste, but still more than enough for a good meal. Andy served himself pancakes with fresh fruit, getting little samples of the ones he’d never seen before and would likely never have the chance to eat again. Koala’s own plate similarly stacked with immaculate, golden brown pancakes.

They ate in companionable silence, Koala occasionally stealing some of Andy’s fruit to try, which he offered only mild protest to.

The food was delicious and Andy realized it was the nicest meal he’d had in months. A little regretful that he’d be back to depression takeout when the week was up. Still, he’d enjoy the moment while it lasted.

They had over an hour before snorkeling, so they spent that wandering around the resort. Looking at the vaguely off putting architecture and areas that clearly would be expanded on at a later date. Koala’s arm wrapped around his as they meandered towards the beach where their lesson would take place, waving to the staff they passed by with amused expressions.

Their snorkeling teacher was a man built from a mountain, Andy was sure. Tan and broad with thick arms of hidden muscle. Salt and pepper hair tied in a bun and a stubby beard barely hiding his grin. He looked at them like they were the funniest thing he’d seen all day.

“Aha! Our lucky guests, a pleasure to see you two! First and foremost, I am Victor! I will be your guide and teacher for our little excursion!” He bellowed, a faint accent twisting his words pleasantly. “You have your sunscreen, yes? Apply more while I inform you of the safety rules!”

Andy and Koala did so while Victor followed his very informative script of what they were allowed to do, what they weren’t allowed to do, and how to respect the environment as they observed.

“Perhaps, if you impress me, you will be allowed to help hunt down lionfish! They’re unfortunately invasive in these waters and many locals fish them for fun. They’re also dangerous, so don’t touch them if you see them! Remain calm, don’t touch anything spiky, and you should be fine. Don’t disturb any coral, our gift shop has plenty of ethically harvested samples if you wish to have a keepsake.” Victor laughed, though he still sounded quite serious. “Above all else, just have fun! Our waters are beautiful and deserve to be appreciated as they are!”

And Victor was right about that.

They were stunning.

Miles of clear, clean water teeming with sea life. Colorful and curious fish swimming by them as Victor showed them around. They did see the invasive fish Victor mentioned and steered clear as instructed. Andy wasn’t sure he’d take Victor up on his offer of hunting trips, but it seemed like an interesting experience at least.

Andy would never forget how beautiful Koala looked though.

Twisting to watch a passing school of iridescent fish so close they grazed her with their fins. Her hair a halo around her stunned face. Bikini strings nipped by particularly curious fish mistaking them for worms perhaps. Sunlight streaming through the water in wide ribbons around them. Sharks idly swimming beneath them as they patrolled the seafloor peacefully.

Andy kind of thought he’d died for a moment, forgetting his own hands cupped to let small fish explore the unexpected space.

As ever present his desire was, Andy frequently lost himself in how beautiful Koala was. In and out of the water.

Curious and sweaty, surrounded by foliage and flowers as they hiked. Showing off a blooming flower bigger than her face with a wide grin.

Utterly relaxed and nearly asleep as she sighed, back popping under the attentive hands of her masseuse. His groan partly from sheer relief as his entire spine was reset and the hazy, distant smile Koala gave him.

Scowling as she carefully tried to debone a fish for their meal. Javier laughing as he barely looked at his own, watching them both struggle. He at least looked over their attempts to make sure it was safe, only needing to pluck a few from either of them with a proud smile.

Nearly halfway through their vacation and Andy was convinced he’d fallen in love with Koala all over again. The two of them relaxing in the hot tub as the sun dipped down over the horizon.

“Man, this is the best.” Koala sighed, partly leaning over the edge to take a cube of cheese from a sample tray that had been delivered to their room in leu of dinner—some sort of malfunction taking the kitchen out of commission. A promise of grilled fish a while later as an apology they gratefully accepted. Andy swore he could smell it down below on the beach, perhaps lionfish Victor caught he mused.

“I know, right? Even a kitchen disaster turns into a win. If this happened back home, I’d either be standing outside while the fire department hosed down my building or bedridden with food poisoning.” Andy laughed, slipping under the hot water until it lapped at his chin. Koala looked at him over her shoulder, skin already a few shades darker with faint white lines where her bikini had been resting consistently.

Now much more practiced, Andy managed to ignore the hot impulse to run his hand over her spine just to feel her breath under his palm.

Koala smiled and sank into the water, partly floating to his side and accidentally sitting on his thigh.

Before he could apologize for taking up so much space, she grinned and slipped fully onto his lap, leaning against his bare chest.

Andy froze, uncertain hands stuck just before he could grab her soft waist to move or—or maybe steady her?

“Best seat in the house, huh?” Koala winked, teasing him. Andy chuckled nervously. The trip had clearly been too peaceful if she was teasing him like this.

“A-Ah, c-can’t beat the view, clearly!” Andy stammered before flushing, looking out at the sunset to emphasize his meaning. Not wanting Koala to move because she thought he was being a creep—though the sight of her leaning against him was stunning. Warm, sun-kissed skin on full display, water dripping down between her breasts and under her swimsuit.

Koala sighed, her slender hand wrapping around his wrist as she brought his hand to her stomach. Andy nearly jumping out of the water as she looked up at him, pressing his hand higher until his thumb grazed under her covered breast. Her dark eyes searching his as his heart thundered against his chest.

“What if I could make the view better?” Koala asked softly, her expression almost hopeful.

“You’re already here.” Andy breathed, her eyes shocked at his declaration.

Andy was pretty shocked at his audacity too.

Rather than be offended or any variation of pissed, Koala smiled, quite pleased as she pushed his hand higher. Allowing him to press his palm over her breast entirely.

“I-I—are you—Koala, are you—do you want m-me to--?” Andy could barely breathe, his words cut off as she leaned up and pressed her soft lips to his chin. His hand reflexively squeezing, drawing out a soft moan.

“I’ve been waiting for you to touch me for ages.” Koala whispered against his skin.

It was like a dam burst open in his chest. All heat and thrill as it felt like his wildest dreams came true in an instant.

She wanted him?

She wanted him?!

“How much do you want me to touch you?” Andy asked softly, voice hoarse as he fought the urge to moan when she pressed her ass into his lap further.

“Completely. Anywhere you want to, Andy.” Koala swore, voice like silk in his ears.

“Anything you want, lovely.” Andy sighed, settling his hand on her thigh like he’d dreamed shamefully on that first night. Kneading and brushing between them while his other hand toyed with her breast. Teasing the cup of her swimsuit down until her breast spilled free. His eyes fixed on her face as she blushed, lips falling open in a clear invitation he didn’t deny.

Her lips were soft against his, her moan tickling against his skin as he brushed his thumb over her nipple. Teasing it into a stiff peak while he stroked her thigh. Dizzy from how soft she was everywhere. A groan rattling his lungs as her tongue slipped between his teeth. Andy didn’t know when he closed his eyes, but they fluttered open instantly at her bold motion. Desperate to see her expression as he curled in closer to her to return the favor.

She looked almost frail in his arms. Like she was dissolving under his tongue, sweet, delicate flavors driving him deeper.

He wanted to see her break down under his hands. Watch as the strongest woman he knew utterly fell apart for him. Soft breaths keening between her lips as his hand between her thighs slipped to her trembling belly. Teasing lower slowly, pressing under elastic as she whined, breast heaving in his palm.

“Is this what you want, lovely?” Andy asked, panting against her lips as he flicked his tongue over the trembling swell. His fingertips shyly slipped under her bikini bottom.

“Andy, don’t you dare stop now!” Koala hissed, the usually threatening tone weak under his apologetic kiss.

“I don’t mean to tease you, baby. I just want to hear you say you want me. Love you too much to take what you won’t give.” Andy swore, her eyes wide as his fingers slipped over her clit and between her folds.

“S-Strong words for someone who’s been pussyfooting around me all week!” Koala moaned. “M-Man up and do something about it already--!” she bit out but the sting was drowned in how wet she was.

Arousal thick and oozing under his hand as he teased her folds.

“You’re so generous for me, lovely. Feel how much you’re already giving me?” Andy breathed, pinching her breast and grinding his thumb over her clit. His fingers dipping into the hot source of her arousal. “What a beautiful view…” Andy pulled away to admire her expression as he parted her walls slowly.

Eyes wide with beads of tears, face flush with red, parted lips. Looking up at him like he hung the stars, crying out as he found a sensitive spot in her soft walls. Squeezing his hand between her thighs as her back arched against him.

“A-Andy~!” she whined sweetly.

“You’re so fucking lovely~” Andy slipped his tongue back against hers, quieting her cries as he worked her open on his fingers. Rubbing the spots that made her whine and squirm. Groaning as she sweetly pressed her ass against his throbbing cock when she came in his hand. Quivering around his fingers with a moan that shook his bones.

And then she ripped away from him. Andy’s heart dropping and ice filling his veins as he panicked.

But instead of cursing him out and slapping him, Koala throw off her bikini top and slipped off her bottoms. Eyes burning with hunger as she stabbing his chest with her finger.

“Take it off!” She barked, free hand clenching the waistband of his swim shorts. But she didn’t wait for him to do more than lift his hips before yanking them down. “Who the hell said you could be this fucking hot?! O-ooooh A-Ah—ndy~!” Koala straddled him and let the tip of his cock slip into her folds. Sinking down onto him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face into his hair. Lips pressed against his ear and allowing him to hear every moan.

Andy gripped her waist, whining as her tight cunt took him in deep. His hands slipping to grab her ass, clenching the soft fat just above her thighs and yanking her up.

“K-Koala, y-you’re so tight mmmhgh~!” Andy managed to spit out before slamming her onto his cock, her yelp ringing in his ear. “I-Is this okay? T-Tell me this is okay—I-I n-need t-toooo~ Fuck~!” Andy’s tongue felt thick between his teeth as he jerked her on his lap. Barely refraining from slamming her against the side to drive into her like he wanted so desperately he could taste it.

“Stop! Holding! Back!” Koala bit out, nipping his ear as her nails raked across his back. “I’m riding you till you cry, Andy. For being such a cute dumbass! S-Shit, only man I know who’d ask if it’s okay when I literally sit on your dick!” Koala growled, slamming her ass onto his thigh at a hard pace. Bouncing on his cock as he watched in awe—the most beautiful woman he knew throwing back her head with a moan.

Andy would rather gut himself than stop her, so he silenced his embarrassing lips with the soft swell of her breasts. Palms hot on her ass, kneading as she kept going. Moaning with pleasure as he flicked his tongue over her nipples. Her pussy clenching onto his cock relentlessly. Water splashing around them furiously as his muscles tightened. Spasming as he started to cum.

Unwilling to do it alone, Andy reached down and ground his thumb over her clit. The both of them crying out as she slammed down, thighs trembling as she came suddenly. Clenching and pulling his own orgasm to the surface.

“I-I just—Koala, I don’t want to fuck this up. Love you so much, I can’t afford to fuck up with you.” Andy pleaded against her breast as they heaved for air.

Her hands carded through his wet hair tenderly. Voice faint between pants.

“Oh, Andy.” Koala sighed, sucking in a deep breath. “I love you so much too… so take the hint and fuck me, you goober.” She laughed, voice a little rough with emotion.

“How do you want it?” Andy pulled back to kiss up her neck, enjoying the little trembles as she quivered on his cock. Moaning with want.

“I’m more interest in how you want it, Andy.” Koala teased his hair before pulling it sharply. “How about you start with whatever had your cock grinding on me from night one?”

Andy inhaled sharply before a giddy smile overtook him.

“Do you want me to surprise you?” Andy asked after a moment of thought.

Koala had practically been begging for him to take the lead the entire time she’d been riding his cock.

“Absolutely.” Koala purred, yelping as Andy launched out of the hot tub with her in his arms. A complaint of her lips as he tossed her onto the bed that died as he gripped her wet thighs in his palms. Lifting them up high.

“Ah. Wait.” Andy abruptly dropped her and left to find the tag Mariah had mentioned before. Koala cursing him out instantly.

“You shit! Get back here—you can’t just pull that shit and bail!” she whined. Carefully, not wanting to flash anyone, Andy slipped the tag onto the outside of the handle and locked the door. Eagerly sauntering back to the bedroom. “Is this a game?! Tease me all week until I can’t take it anymore?!” Koala demanded, sitting up with her pretty legs partly splayed out, dripping onto the bed.

“Sorry, lovely.” Andy grinned sheepishly with a helpless shrug. “Didn’t want any interruptions when I finally get my hands on those pretty thighs.”

Andy slipped back onto the bed, grabbing under her knees and lifting her up again. Koala’s face shocked and a thrilled smile growing on her lips. Her arms collapsing under her when he started a trail of wet kisses down her thighs.

“A-Ahh~! I-I guess I can forgive you!” She laughed, moaning as he nipped her. “Oooooh! An-dy~!”

Andy chuckled against her cute, dripping pussy.

“But I haven’t apologized properly yet, lovely~ let me make it all up to you!” Andy licked between her folds and moaned. “So sweet inside and out!”

“Andy!”

#one piece #one piece smut #koala one piece #koala X OC #modern au

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Ryūnnosuke stared at the new training dummy in shock, when he received a knock on his door this morning, he didn’t ever expected this but he wasn’t exactly complaining, he had been meaning to get a new training dummy for the dojo for a while know and it looks like something or someone had granted his wish. “Sweet.” He grinned before scratching his head in confusion, “But uh, how am I gonna get this to the dojo?” He questioned aloud before shrugging. “Meh, I’ll figure it out later.”

He looked back down at the letter that was in his hand, he was attached on the dummy earlier before he took it off and to say he was shocked at who the writer was was a complete and utter understatement.

‘Ryūnosuke Sekiguchi,

You have received a gift. I’m sure you’ll make great use of it.

— R.O.’

He read through the letter and got surprised it was from the leader of Shinagawa. What’s more he couldn’t believe the Chuohkhu scientist would actually be his secret Santa. He looked at the metal dummy again to see if there’s any suspicious gadgets or something around the dummy like who knows what she planted on that for him. It took few minutes to see the condition and it turns out it’s just an ordinary dummy. Kinda relief, atleast to say.

“Huh, I guess there’s nothing strange on he dummy but I’ll be thanking her for the gift…for now. It’s definitely a HUGE use to me” he chuckled although, he thought it’s kind of heavy to carry all the way to the dojo and let his did know he got a training dummy as a gift but he guess he can figure it out instead, he’ll practice hitting the dummy first. While he was at it, his two friends suddenly came to his home and found Ryuunosuke there

“Hey Ryuu! we got something…uhh what are you doing?”

“Guys come check it out, I got myself a new training dummy for my gift”

“from who?”

“Shockingly, that scientist woman from Shinagawa”

“For real? did she put something weird in there”

“Nah I already check thoroughly it’s just an ordinary dummy. I actually love it! It’s a greatest gift I have this year. Well even if she’s from Chuohku, it’s nice of her she gave me this just like what I need for my training”

“Woah good for you, Ryuu”

“Didn’t you have a lot of wooden dummies already back in your storage room? What’s so good about this one than the others”

“Yeah…about that. This one is strong enough without breaking it because some of the wooden training dummy I’ve used got easy tattered”

“That’s your fault for using so much strength…… what would your old man think about wasting his money for those training dummies”

An echoing laughter from Kyō on a side how typical Ryuunosuke can be on focusing so much about training while he and Naoki started to squabble each other

— thanks for the gift and Merry Christmas! 🎄❤️

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #oc division #naha division #wild shīnu #ryuunosuke sekiguchi #kyō sakuma #naoki hamasaki #merry christmas 2023 #Secret Santa event

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You're My Prize - Shoto Todoroki x Reader (Mafia AU!) - pt 2

I'm so sorry this took so long!! I've been trying to get into work, which with illnesses is a bit hard, now looking at working from home and starting my own business... Anyway! Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! Xxx ______________________________

3rd Person pov

Shoto watched in shock as (y/n) left the room, the smell of violets following her as she went. He couldn't bring his gaze up from the floor, which was how he knew the unknown butler was now stood in front of him, his glossy, black dress shoes came into his view.

Lifting his head, he made eye contact with the strange man. He had deep onyx irises and platinum blonde hair, he had a few beauty marks on his cheek and was shockingly tall. "Good evening sir, I am Kenji, may I help you back to your room? Mistress (l/n) would like you to join her for dinner in an hour."

The man, now known as Kenji, bowed deeply as Shoto picked himself up off of the floor, refusing to stand too close to the strange man. Shoto merely nodded at the dinner request, though he wasn't sure it was a request as much as it was an order, and Kenji straightened his back and began to walk swiftly towards the stairs, Shoto struggling to keep up with him.

Kenji walked the confused man back to his designated room, before standing like a sentry at the end of the long hall. Shoto turned into his room, now slightly more off-put by the grandness of it all, as though he was waiting for the illusion to shatter, but he digressed. On the end of his bed, an outfit had been laid out for him, to wear to dinner he presumed. It was different from what he would have expected (y/n) to have given him. It was a yukata.

Shoto was surprised, he had figured someone high up in the Japanese Mafia would have chosen something more stuffy, more professional. But this looked relatively comfortable! And just his size... He would have to ask about that later. Regardless, he just counted himself lucky that his father had forced him to wear this sort of garb frequently and looked around the room some more.

Turning to the left of the bed, he saw a door he hadn't noticed before, opening it tentatively, he was sort of relieved to have found nothing more than a bathroom. He wasn't sure what else would be in there, but after the scene he was subjected to downstairs, he hadn't ruled out that there could have been dead bodies in a closet or something.

Stepping further into the bathroom, he was happy to find a Japanese inspired tub, unlike the modernity of his bedroom. Running himself a hot bath, he got in, after washing himself off. He closed his eyes, and used this time to really think about what had happened in the last twenty four hours. Actually... Even prior to then, how had he gotten here?

He doesn't remember much, he remembers coming home from hanging out in town with Midoriya, they hadn't seen much of each other since he had quit and Midoriya had become one of the top heroes in Japan. He had come home, already tired, had dinner, his father gave him some tea and then...

Wait. The tea. After that he had practically passed out! His own father had drugged him, he would have said it was surprising, but honestly, the only thing that surprised him was how little his father's behaviour had shocked him now.

As he soaked in the tub, he couldn't keep his thoughts from racing. Why had (y/n) brought him here in the first place? (y/n)... Shoto tried to stop the flush from overtaking his already pink cheeks. Honestly, (y/n)'s beauty wasn't even the first thing he noticed about her, it was her eyes.

They were sweet and gentle, borderline angelic. But the change that came with them, the change in her soft voice to something cold. Something hard enough to cut glass. What had she done to that poor man? She reached into his chest and pulled out his heart, crushing it into a thin powder. Was that her quirk? Was that what got her into the Yakuza in the first place?

All these thoughts racing through Shoto's head had begun to make him dizzy. He opened his eyes, flinching from the light that suddenly flooded his retina, maybe it wasn't his way of thinking that was making him dizzy, the steam and heat from the bath was making him terribly woozy...

Standing from the tub, he began to dry himself off, the soft towel against his skin giving him a new kind of comfort, one that did seem rather familiar. Like the feeling of a soft hand against his skin. (y/n)'s hand...

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he got dressed into the yukata, softly smiling at the quality of the fabric, and even the pattern. Half blue and half grey. The same colours as his eyes.

Glancing at himself in the mirror, he was slightly in awe, mainly at how dishevelled he looked. His hair was messy and slightly damp from the steam of the bath, his cheeks were very flushed and his skin was dewy. His father would never have allowed him to leave the house like this. But he wasn't here...

Purely out of adolescent rebellion, Shoto left his room, making his way to Kenji at the end of the hall, following as the man immediately began walking away, presumably, towards (y/n).

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Entering the dining room was like entering a film. The parquet wooden floors, the large windows and, most of all, the massive dining table that seemed to be able to seat fifty guests! Shoto was once again in awe, his family had money, but nothing like this, who was this woman and who did she work for? Shoto was slightly surprised he hadn't tried to escape, he knew this woman had been responsible for at least one death, he may not have been a licensed hero anymore, but he still obeyed the law.

He had been expecting to be seated at the opposite end of the table, in fact, he had been hoping he would be. He wanted to be as far away from this entrancing woman as possible. But no, the gods laughed at him, Kenji led him to be seated next to the only other place setting, at the very head of the table.

(y/n) hadn't arrived yet, so he assumed he was slightly early. Sure enough, as soon as the clock struck six o'clock, the doors swung open, and in strode the woman in question. She was intriguing, even if all she was doing was walking. She was so confident in herself, she knew where she was going, how to get there and would get rid of any problems in her way.

Kenji pulled out her seat and bowed politely as he went to stand a little ways away from her chair, clearly standing guard. (y/n) sat elegantly, her hands on her lap and one ankle tucked behind the other, she was a lady. Shoto could feel himself beginning to heat up slightly as he took in her appearance. She was also dressed in comfortable, Japanese garb, a simple kimono, plain and gorgeous, her hair was also slightly dishevelled and damp, so Shoto could assume she had also had a bath.

(y/n) smiled at her dinner guest, a small smile, extremely different from the smirk she had given him an hour ago, as she left her victim's body to be dragged away.

"Good evening, Shoto, I trust your room is all to your liking?" She questioned, much more formal than when they had first spoke. This threw Shoto for a loop, why was she speaking like a business woman, where was the kind woman he had originally met, who seemed like she wouldn't hurt a fly?

He couldn't say anything, merely nodding in response. The business facade dropped.

"Come on, Shoto, surely I am worthy of a word from you," (y/n) whispered, leaning in close to the man, who slightly sank into his chair, as though trying to escape the clutches of her honeyed voice. (y/n) gave him a small smirk. The killer had returned.

She sat back, relaxed against her chair, she was assertive, she knew who held the power in this room, and it wasn't him. Her face relaxed into an almost bored look, but she shone with power. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions, feel free to ask them." She told him, letting him gather his thoughts with her pestering him.

Taking a small breath, Shoto sat forward in his chair, refusing to meet (y/n)'s eyes, "Who are you, really?" He asked softly. (y/n)'s face further dropped. She seemingly hadn't expected that question, but it was all he could currently think about asking.

The woman across from him sighed, sitting to attention ever so slightly. "My name is (y/n) (l/n), I am the first and only of my family name and I am the head of the Orchid Yakuza family."

Shoto was in disbelief. Surely that wasn't possible. For starters, she said she had no family, but she can't have been much older than him. On top of that she was the head of a crime family. This house did indeed belong to her, ever member of staff he had yet to meet was employed under her command.

Not only that, he had heard of the Orchid Yakuza family from Izuku, they were ruthless and yet strategic. The Heroes Commission had yet to put a name and face to their leader, and here Shoto was, sat in front of her at dinner. Izuku had his suspicions that their head was a woman, he said that no man could be as meticulous and yet cruel.

Some of the members of this family had been brought in for questioning, none of them could be linked to any crime, current or previous, and none of them would mention anything about who they were working for. They had seemingly been fed the words they should use. They knew every legal loophole and every bit of information that the Commission definitely did not want them knowing, before they were released into the custody of a tall blonde man...

Kenji.

(y/n) was a genius. She knew that people would believe Kenji to be the one in charge, he was tall, intimidating and, most of all, male. But she had been pulling the strings the entire time.

"How... When did this all start?" Shoto asked, leaning forward again, this time, out of morbid curiosity. (y/n) smiled, a pure, genuine smile.

"I was an orphan, I don't know my birth parents, nor do I want to. But life in an orphanage was rough, to say the least. My quirk was dangerous, so none of the other children went near me, except for one, Kenji."

I looked over to the butler, who stood there looking at (y/n) with a look that could only be described as camaraderie and affection.

"As soon as we were old enough to leave, we did. It was difficult, we were on the streets for most of our teenage years, but we learned what we could and eventually found a place we could call home.

You know, this building used to be completely decrepit, falling apart, but to us, it was a mansion, a castle. It was a place we could manipulate. We were both well-read and intelligent, so we started writing. We could do anything, we were scam artists, businessmen, retail owners.

But I wanted to do something bigger. I wanted to make a change that people would notice. So I started the Orchid family. Obviously it wasn't anywhere near as easy as I'm making it sound, but now we are one of the biggest crime families in the Northern Hemisphere."

(y/n) spoke about it like the accomplishment was mediocre at best, but Shoto lips were agape and his mind was reeling. She was incredible, both she and Kenji were incredible! He came from money, but that was his family's he'd wanted to be able to be himself. She had done that, flawlessly.

Now to ask the difficult question.

"Why me?" There was a silent implication behind his words. 'Why did you bring me here?'

(y/n) smiled once again, sweet, saccharine.

"Your father owed me a significant debt."

Shoto was certainly not expecting that answer. His father, the hellbent hero, had taken loans from a mafia boss...

"I helped him rise to the top of the hero ranks and when it came to paying me back, I realised there was something other than money that he had and I wanted it."

(y/n) stood up, slinking around his chair and leaning over him. Shoto could feel her breasts against his back and her soft hands came around to gently grasp his throat.

"I needed a pretty little dove who would sit by my side as I went ahead and ruled this country. I thought you would be perfect, Shoto."

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Minor tease at the end of this chapter, I'm trying to move out of my comfort zone a little and I loved writing this chapter! I hope you guys enjoyed it and (fingers crossed) there should be another chapter of this out by the end of next week!

#cute #love #romance #fanfiction #x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #comfort #mafia au #angst #mafia reader

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

Stray Kids Playlist

AKA Songs that remind me of the members and why. (GIF credit to the original owners/ creators.)

Master List

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Chan: Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood

You saw this coming, I know you did. This song is absolutely delicious, its delectable, and its so correct for Bang Chan Stans. He even called himself our Daddy at one point. Additionally, this song is so weirdly sweet? Its about a genuinely loving person, who wants to be there for the other person. There’s an almost gentle vibe to it, if you get over how blatantly sexy it is, which checks out for Bang Chan, tbh. I really can’t explain what about the vibe just screams Chan, but I know you can feel it. 

Lee Know: Teeth- 5 Seconds of Summer

Lets be real, Lee Know is one of the sassiest mfers on the planet, and we love him for that. This song is definitely about a toxic ass relationship, but its still so sexy. The line “fight so dirty, but you love so sweet” just sounds so much like Minho that its crazy. This song really sounds like it was made for Minho, and there’s been a couple of fantastic edits to this song. 

Changbin: Levitate- Hollywood Undead

THIS SONG!! So it’s my favorite HU song, and its so sexy and cocky. Lets be real, so is Changbin. More than that, the lyrics are shockingly deep. Changbin is such a smart guy under all those rippling muscles, and I feel like that isn’t brought up enough. I can’t really imagine Changbin singing this song, but I could see it playing in the background around him all the time. Now Changbin fans are no doubt some of the horniest Stray Kids fans so a super horny HU song just seems correct. 

Hyunjin: Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the Diamonds

So this song is fun, its sexy, and its all about confidence. On the outset, it just seems to be about having fun and being a flirt, but its actually about accepting and loving every aspect of yourself. Its that thing that calls me to Hyunjin. He’s confident, chic, and very art pop vibes. I don’t know if I want to see him dance to this song, or I want to scream the lyrics with him while we drunkenly dance around in our pjs. 

Han: Ain’t My Fault- Zara Larson

I’m about to be super biased, so bear with me. Objectively, this song doesn’t really seem like Jisung, a lot of the time he’s actually a awkward and weird dude. However! There are times when he’s a very sexy, confident dude. This feels like the kind of song he would enjoy. Just don’t imagine meeting him in a club and dancing to this song. And definitely don’t imagine him wearing a leather jacket. 

Felix: Lights Down Low- Max

So listen, I love this song! Its fun and funky and makes me wanna dance. Its a surprisingly sweet love song wrapped in a fire melody. The vocals are beautiful and the whole song feels like when Felix’s eyes get all sparkly. Its about finding a person that feels like divinity, and getting the chance to love them. Felix is our gentle angel and this song should play every time he walks in the room. 

Seungmin: Love Me Like You Do- Elli Goulding

I know you expected a Day6 song for our young gentleman, however a simple song like this suits him so much more. The vocals alone strike me as something he’d rock, but additionally the sweet message and gorgeous melody suit him as well. Moreso, the wordplay really works with our sassy puppy Seungmin. I can see him dancing with his S/O and singing this song all soft and sweet. (i cry)

I.N.: Maknae on Top- Stray Kids

Hear me out: I literally can’t think of any song that suits him more. The beat is catchy, its a little cocky, and it cements him as THE Maknae on Top. Jeonginnie, like this song, is a bit weird, but overall, the coolest. This song was literally made for him, so it would make sense that it would be the perfect song for him. It should be playing every time he walks into a room, and he should have to do the little dance. 

What do you think? Do you agree with me or do you have songs that you associate with the members? Let me know in the comments. 

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[doyoucomeonthen]

Heart still broken and this is so against my deep love for Loki as a flawed character BUT he’s not just flawed; he used to be terrible. People died because of him and that’s awful but still a thing. Not really emotionally stable enough to say whether or not his “punishment” (the stable heart of the multiverse, alone on a throne he finally learned he didn’t need, stripped of all the things he learned actually could make him happy rather than what he felt he needed to do to climb out of various shadows), but..?

Aware enough to know that for all Loki has grown, he can’t undo the terrible things he did, no matter how much it’s clear now he wishes he could and what was my point?

Oh yeah. Loki doesn’t deserve this fate as someone who’s learned better. Maybe he does for all the things that happened before? God I feel treacherous and I’m inviting hatred but yeah… it’s truly actually so clever and beautiful to see Loki living simultaneously a punishment and a redemption all rolled into one because really, he did some awful things and he’s somewhere against his own previous selfish wants because it’s the ultimate good act and the ultimate consequence of terrible actions, although not of what he did but perpendicular to them.

I LOVE Loki. I so do, and I’m happy to wade in the shallows of denial for sweet, sweet Lokius fluff but - brass tacksing it, I wouldn’t forgive, say, Ronan so fast because he was a stubborn ass who thought he was right.

So was Loki, once.

Redemption arcs are all well and good but they don’t bring back the dead.

Extra huge disclaimer: I LOVE LOKI, IM STILL CRYING NOW OVER THAT FINALE. I want him to find happiness and love and peace. But I think, even for sexy, likeable evil characters, we shouldn’t forget what they did. Loki is paying the price in the worst and best kind of way, in a non linear fashion. I don’t know how to say this, if even to post it, but I love a Former Bad Guy, and that Guy was not good. And Loki giving it all up to ensure the multiverse persists means nothing to the corpses that formed the stones on his path to redemption, so it’s horrible and sad in the most tragically affirming way, but I think it’s just and I guess I’m just-

I’m glad that the writers didn’t say redemption arc=blanket forgiveness and well done for not giving Loki an undeserved happy ending because he finally learned to do the right thing. Loki has chosen to be selfless over selfishness, and that’s the redemption. That’s the point. He took those steps in those, let’s be flippant, shockingly ugly slip ons knowing that the bill had come due and it was time to pay the piper.

Again I love him.

I do.

I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I?

#loki s2 spoilers #loki #loki season 2 spoilers