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thedogsleg · 17 days
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I need to be CAKE's top listener. I need it. But i only listen to music like 5 hours a day. Even if its all CAKE im still fucked.
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lowkeyremi · 17 days
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"I'M PREGNANT"
How they react when you tell them you're pregnant ! ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, and nanami (fem reader)
content: no curse!au, fluff, slightly suggestive, mentions of infertility (choso), mentions of a miscarriage, established relationship (marriage + dating), children, families.
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Gojo Satoru
Upon arriving home from another stressful day of work, Satoru looks around for his loving, beautiful, awesomest (his words not yours), girlfriend.
"UGHH I had a HORRIBLE day today. Baby, where are you so I can tell you all about it?!!" He takes note of how most of the lights are off and he can't smell dinner. Even on your worst work days you always make dinner, so there are two things Satoru can think of off the top of his head. A. You're out with friends and forgot to tell him or, B. Something is really wrong and you're hiding from him.
His stomach drops at the idea of option B, and as much as he'd like to eliminate that option it is very possible.
"[name]? Where are you?" He asks loud enough for you to hear it from your shared bathroom. You stare silently at the three positive pregnancy tests on the floor next to you. You know it's only a matter of time before he figures it out because he's used your real name instead of a pet name.
"If you're cheating on me then don't worry. I'll only kill the bastard who dared to make a move on you." If you weren't so stressed from your current situation you might have laughed at the fact that Satoru is a clueless idiot. Why would you cheat on him?
He starts walking deeper into the apartment. Into your room, you note, because you can hear his soft footsteps.
"Tell the coward to come out, babe. I bet he's in there with you fearing for his life right now." His voice sounds deadly but you know deep inside he's probably devastated thinking you've cheated on him.
"It's just me 'Toru. I.. I um. I need a minute." He shuffles outside of the door. If you're correct he's probably pressing his ear to the door to listen for another man's voice.
"I'm unlocking the door." He says, and fuck, you forgot that there's that little key at the top of the door to unlock it.
"Toru don't!" He unlocks the door pushing it open to reveal what's going on. It all happens too fast, you launch to try and close the door. In the process, one of the three tests gets kicked. His eyes draw to the moving object. They focus in on the test and he about falls to the ground.
"B-baby.. what are those?" The silence after his sentence is so loud that you could hear the busy city life outside of the bathroom window.
"You know what they are Satoru." He makes his way over to you embracing you so delicately like he'd break you if he squeezed any harder.
"Am I gonna be a daddy?" The question is whispered softly into your ear. Your tears fall landing on his shoulder.
"If you want to keep the baby, then yes." Ultimately it's not his choice, he knows that, but he also understands that this statement you've mentioned means you've already made your decision to keep the little baby forming inside of you.
"Fuck yeah I wanna keep it! Hope it looks like me so you have two adorably cute people to look at everyday. Also what the hell, my pull out game sucks!" He starts muttering to himself about how he could have sworn he hadn't cum inside of you recently.
All your anxiety subsides, and is replaced with faint annoyance when you roll your eyes.
"I'm having second thoughts." He doesn't realize you're joking because of how serious you look.
"Waittttttt I take it back!! The baby can look like you instead PLEASEEEEE PLEASEE KEEP IT." It's astonishing how your boyfriend can go from thinking you've cheated on him to being a sap in a matter of seconds.
Geto Suguru
"Sugu... can we go get some food?" This is the sixth night in a row you've asked this question. At first, Suguru just thought you had the munchies, but after observing you, he thinks there could be a different reason for your sudden change of behavior.
"It's 2:30 in the morning doll.." You sit up sleepily to check your phone and sure enough there are about two minutes until it's 2:30 am.
"How do you do that, Sugu?" He shrugs matching your previous actions.
"You seem to be having munchies every night? You getting enough to eat?" You nod meekly to answer his question. He suspects that you're pregnant but he's not sure how to bring it up.
"I have, but I dunno.. I've just been having these crazy food dreams that make me so hungry. I don't know where it's even coming from." He responds with a nod.
You take note of how he scratches the back of his neck, when he does that he's usually thinking.
"What's on your mind, Sugu?" He sighs inwardly as you get up out of bed to go make your latest craving: pork cutlet rice bowl with a fried egg on top. You didn't even really eat pork much but now you will destroy a pork cutlet bowl.
"I think you might be pregnant." You stop as soon as those words leave his mouth. The tension in the room rises as you try to find words to say.
"I- what? What makes you say that?"
"I mean think about it, last month I came inside of you like three or four times, which is enough to get you pregnant. On top of that you were testing out that new birth control since the other one was giving you weird side effects, and now you're craving pork. You don't even like pork." His reasoning makes since, but you're in denial right now.
"...That's a strong claim to make.... I mean what if it's just munchies?" He rubs his temple before getting out of the bed to join you in a hug.
"I'm not saying you are. I'm saying I think you are. If you are, you know I'll be there every step of the way with whatever decision you choose to make." He's so understanding, it's one of the many things you love about him.
For his sake you guys go out and buy a test for you to take. You took two of them, both showing a '+'.
"Well, it looks like you're gonna be a papa, Sugu." You say handing him the test, so he can see for himself.
"You're going to make an amazing mother, my love."
Kamo Choso
The both of you were clueless to the symptoms. He'd told you it's unlikely he'd ever get you pregnant because his sperm was tested, and he's very much infertile.
So, imagine his surprise when he sees a box of pregnancy tests under the bathroom sink while he's looking for a new tube of toothpaste.
You've already left for work so he'll wait for you to return to ask you about it.
He's excited, honestly. Choso has always wanted to start a little family with you, but he figured his infertility would stop that from happening. His doctor suggested adoption or a sperm donor. The two of you quickly ruled out the second option, it just didn't feel right to you guys.
The topic of adoption has been brought up here and there. You've both considered it deeply.
Choso can't sit still, he's off work today and the excitement within him will not fade away. All day long he's humming and practicing what he'll say to you when you get home. He even started looking at baby stuff.
When he hears the door unlock he's quick to act, greeting you at the door with kissing and smiles.
"Hey baby." His smile reaches his eyes, something it hasn't done in a little while.
"Hey, Cho. You seem to be in high spirits today."
"You're pregnant?" He blurts out the question without even thinking. Shit.. he was gonna try to ease into it.
"How'd you find out? Gosh did your stupid brother tell you? I was gonna surprise you!!" Confusion takes over your face when he gasps.
"You told Yuji before me? Baby.. how could you?" He's only half joking, he's a little bit sad, of course.
"I needed to tell someone!! I wanted to surprise you. I knew you were gonna be so excited." You pull him into a hug. He quickly reciprocates forgetting why he was even upset in the first place.
"Oh, I found out because the box of tests were under the sink."
"I probably should have hidden them better..."
Fushiguro Toji
Even though this is your second baby, telling him will never get any easier. When you'd told him about your first daughter he was indifferent about it. He'd go to great lengths to avoid you. Since you couldn't get through to him your only option was to call your step-son, Megumi.
He guessed that Toji was trying to figure out how to come to terms with being a father again. You had confronted your husband and he did admit to trying to understand the changes that would be made to your lives.
He said that his first daughter with you was his first and last child with you. You agreed with him because you only wanted a small little family. That was about three years ago. Here you are sitting on your bed looking at the test. Your daughter is playing on the floor with her toys.
"Mama, what wrong?" For her age she's quite perceptive. She must get that from Toji you think.
"Remember when you were telling Mama that you wanted a little sister or brother?" You'll break the news to her first. Her reaction will be the cuter and less stressful one.
"Mhm." Toji insisted on getting a bed frame that's somewhat high off the ground, so your little girl is standing right next to the bed waiting for you to pick her up.
Her deep green eyes stare deep into your soul as do your husband's eyes when he looks at you. She's sitting with her legs folded on your bed waiting for you to continue.
"Well.. you're going to have a little sibling." She springs up like a rocket, cheering in happiness.
"And when were you planning to tell me?" Your eyes quickly flicker over to the door frame which Toji is leaning against. There's a smug look on his face, nothing malice. Maybe he wants another one?
"Uh- Toji, baby, I was going to tell you soon. I just... Nami, my sweet girl? Can you go play with toys while mama and dad talk?" With ease she slides off your bed and walks out of your room.
Toji closes the door behind her ensuring she doesn't get nosy. "I didn't know how to tell you. You seemed really set on only having one.."
"I say stupid stuff all the time then change my mind. Do you really think I'd get mad at you for being pregnant? I'm the one who got you pregnant."
For once you don't know what to say.. you did think he'd be upset. Now that he's reassuring you all your anxiety washes away.
"I mean if it's another girl I might end it all." He's only joking, but you think another girl would be pretty funny.
"You're so stupid." He smirks at you, "You like it." Toji's not wrong, you do like it.
Nanami Kento
He could tell before you could. Everything started to add up when you complained about your back hurting, you hadn't mentioned period cramps in awhile and you seemed to be more clingy than Kento's ever seen you before.
It would make sense, he thinks. You'd gotten off of birth control last year and he stopped using condoms when you two got married. He wants kids more than you do, he believes. That want became more prominent after your first baby died three months into the pregnancy.
It would be cute to see you walk around with a round belly, complaining about little things like not being able to put your shoes on, or something of the sorts. He could once again experience that paternal feeling he felt awhile back.
"Honey, what're you daydreaming about now?" You ask joining him on the couch.
"Do you think you might be pregnant?" He asks suddenly taking you by surprise.
"I haven't really thought about it but it would make sense. The aches, cravings, yeah." If he were any normal man he'd get you a pregnancy test, but honey, this is Nanami Kento. You have a doctor's appointment scheduled for the next day.
When you arrive at your appointment with your husband the doctor has you pee in a little cup and he asks a bunch of boring but necessary questions.
On the drive home you notice Kento tapping the wheel to the tune of the song you're playing. He's never really liked your music tastes so he must really be excited.
"I can't wait to get the results." You nod in complete bliss. You're still trying to process the potential pregnancy. There was a time in the past; two months after you'd gotten off your birth control, you ended up pregnant but unfortunately your little baby passed away before being born.
There's hope in your heart that this baby is here to stay... a rainbow baby.
Within a few hours the doctor calls your husband telling him the results are positive. You're going to be a mother if this baby stays strong.
"We're going to be parents." He's so excited but he tries to contain his excitement.
"You're going to be a great daddy, Ken." He smiles dreamily at you. This is a dream come true to him. He couldn't think of anything better.
"I just know this is the one, Honey. We aren't going to lose this one." He tells you quietly with a little smile and you trust him. After all, Kento would never lie to you.
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ackerpretty · 5 months
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Pervert Armin x black reader
MDNI & AGELESS BLOGS
Warnings: uhh EXTREME horniness and no self respect?
A/N: Y’all.. I barley proofread my shit so in sorry if there’s 500 typos and I just came outta writers retirement so I ask that y’all cut me some SLACK😭I’m done yapping now
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Armin knew he was going to be obsessed with you since the day you walked into the classroom. With your pretty brown gloss-covered lips and braids hanging hanging down to your ass. Your vanilla scent made all of the blood rush to his head…and dick. He had to have you all to himself. He wanted to take you back to him dorm and keep you there as his little pet. No one else would be able to see you on your knees like a puppy, tongue hanging out of your mouth and waiting for his next command. Maybe he’d tie you to his bed and stuff his shirt in your mouth so the whole residence hall won’t hear your screams (not that he’d care) . He was interrupted by his pervert thoughts when you approached him. “You Armin? I think were partners” of course y’all were partners. Armin made sure of that by rigging the professor’s spreadsheet. No, he simply refused to work with someone other than his pretty future wife. He talking bout some “Yeah! Let’s work at my dorm” knowing damn well y’all won’t be doing shit. He won’t make his princess do any work, he can bullshit this easy ass project as long as he can buy his face in your pussy for hours.
After 3 project sessions he had you wrapped around his finger….Literally. His two long slender fingers curled up into your pussy and tongue lapping up your brown-pinkish folds simultaneously.“Armin slow down please….I can’t” Amin simply ignored your ass, even flicking his tongue and a faster rate your sucking your clit until it was attached to his mouth. “just need to make you mine….wanna make my girl feel good” Your back arched off the bed as yours thighs shook around Armin’s head. Just when you were sure that you was finna squirt all over his, Armin stopped and flipped you over. “Want you to cum with my dick” This was the main event that Armin had fantasized. He opened up the little draw next to his bed and grabbed a baby blue ribbon to tie your hands behind your back with, and some vanilla coconut oil, your signature scent. That boy could not wait to oil up that ass, all for him. He slowly rubbed his hands all over your smooth brown skin, down to the back of your thighs. Armin squirts some oil of his hand, stroking his already hard dick. Without warning he slides into your pussy, almost nutting immediately after feeling your warmness. The small dorm was filled with sounds of your muffled moans and slapping sounds from Armin’s thighs against yours. “S’ the only dick you’ll ever need” He sneers through his teeth as his pace quickens and his grip on your hips create indents in your skin. Armin watched your arms struggle against the ribbon restraints and he took this opportunity to grab your arms and hold them behind your back while he fucked into your pussy.
Your breathing was becoming ragged and your walls began to spasm and clench around his dick. “Min im about to cum..ughh shit” He suddenly slows down his pace, making you whimper from the lack of speed. He grabs you by the throat, giving it a light squeeze. “Say you love me first…tell me your gonna be a good bitch for me” Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head and your mouth is hanging open, and that brain is struggling to put one word together. “Say it or you get nothing” he slowly starts fucking into you faster, hand still wrapped around your throat, trying to make you break “Love you min..m’ur bitch” Your whole body begins to shake as you cream all over his dick . When you’re done he pulled out made sure to cum all over your face, globs of white sticking to your cheeks, nose, and forehead. “my good girl, baby” he says as his fingers stroked your cum covered face. After y’all get all cleaned up, he gently placed you in his bed where you knocked out as soon as your head hit the pillow. Armin couldn’t help but to admire your unconscious body, sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed. Yeah, you ain’t ever leaving his room.
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t9fi · 2 months
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allure. — ryomen sukuna.
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pairing. True form, lord!Sukuna. Fem!reader.
warnings. Reader is a virgin. Innocent kink. Fingering. Dirty talk. Sukuna being a little soft. Traditional roles. Sukuna is so manly in this - like he’s giving husband material. Little bit of misogyny if you squint. lil lord kink. Reader has long hair. Lil daddy kink at the end (will continue next chapter winkwink)
word count. 1.6k
notes. Guysguysguys, so this is probably my favourite chapter like UGHH!!! Sorry for the cliffhanger at the end i just had to do it - spicy spicy stuff in the next chapterrr
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ch. four.
The initial rays of morning sunlight gently penetrated the room through the blinds, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. As you awoke from your slumber, your eyes opened to the tender illumination, creating a serene atmosphere.
In that dreamy space between sleep and wakefulness, you gradually sensed a presence beside you. Turning your head slightly, there lay Sukuna, peacefully asleep. His tousled hair partially obscured his eyes, his lips plump and rosy, and the rhythmic pattern of his breathing infused an unexpected tranquillity into the once-feared king's presence.
A soft smile played on your lips, a gentle blush colouring your cheeks and nose. Sukuna, in this rare moment, appeared so serene and gentle. Your smile widened as you observed the delicate freckles scattered across his cheeks.
In this instance, you wished time would stand still, as witnessing the beauty before you felt like a privilege not everyone had. Still focused on Sukuna, your attention shifted as you sensed his gradual awakening.
Light stretches and subtle movements accompanied his stirring. How could a supposedly malevolent king appear so endearing when waking up? Sukuna's eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.
"What are you doing?" he scoffed, using a hand to guide your chin away, interrupting the moment.
You sighed, "Apologies, my Lord."
Sukuna's hands encircled your soft waist, drawing you closer into the shelter of his chest. In his touch, you felt diminutive, enveloped by his robust arms, and the rhythmic inhales against your hair intensified the closeness.
"No need to apologise; it was cute," Sukuna reassured, his thumb delicately tracing the curves of your hips. Proximity heightened as his lips neared your ear. "You know..." he began, his tongue flicking against your earlobe, "I miss your pretty moans."
A jolt of surprise coursed through you. When did Sukuna start missing you, let alone your moans?
The atmosphere thickened as your thighs involuntarily pressed together. You couldn't let him affect you, especially not this early in the morning. Sukuna's subtle touches induced a fog in your mind, blurring your vision.
Sukuna's hand glided down from your hips to your blushing thighs, gradually coaxing them apart. 
Why were you allowing him to do this? Why were you succumbing to him so effortlessly?
"Wish i could just fuck this pretty little cunt, but I can’t," he pouted, his fingers teasingly grazing your clothed pussy. "We have to wait for the wedding night."
Sukunas large hand kept one of your legs open as the other rested on the bed. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but so fucking wet.
His large fingers playfully tease around your clothed clit, "I just want you to cum on my cock."
His words send a shiver down your spine, and you can't help but cover your mouth in embarrassment. 
Sukuna chuckles at your reaction, "Yeah? You like it when it talk to you like this?" He taunts, sliding your shorts off your hips. You can only nod, his touch driving you wild.
"Let me see that pretty pussy"
You allow Sukuna to remove your shorts, now left in nothing but your pink panties. His thick middle finger slides your panties to the side, "Fuck, so wet," he remarks, dragging his finger along your slit.
A small whimper escapes your lips, still muffled by your hands.
"Didn't you hear me earlier?" Sukuna growls, taking his other hand and forcefully removing yours from your mouth. "Your King wants to hear you struggle as you take his fingers into you pretty little cunt."
Fuck, you've never experienced anything like this before. You've only pleasured yourself with your clit, and even that was a bit challenging.
"M-my lord," you cry out, trying to convey your inexperience. "I've never done this before," you choke out, feeling dirty from his actions.
You can sense Sukuna smirking behind you, reveling in the fact that you've never been with another man, never been touched so intimately, and that you're still so innocent.
"Don't worry, princess, I'll take it slow for you," Sukuna assures, gently rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.
Soft moans and whimpers escape your lips as your King's fingers play with your dripping pussy. "I need to get you nice and wet. Can you do that for me?" Sukuna asks, his hands lifting your chin to meet his gaze.
You nod, lost in his lustful eyes.
"Good girl."
Sukuna's finger glides up and down your slick slit before finding your throbbing entrance. "I'm just going to put the tip of my finger, okay?"
Fuck, why is he being so considerate?
Slowly, the tip of his finger eases into your tight hole, causing you to let out a gasp, “You’re doing so well princess, just a little more’
In a slow and deliberate manner, his lengthy and robust middle finger gradually made its way inside of you. The sensation of being filled by just his finger was overwhelming, making you wonder how incredible it would feel if it were his cock instead. As the thoughts of him thrusting into you consumed your mind, a haze began to cloud your thoughts, causing your eyes to roll back.
"Please," you whimpered, desperately trying to maintain eye contact with your Lord. And he revelled in it, relishing in the way you struggled with the mere presence of his finger. "Keep looking at me, my princess. I adore your pathetic expressions," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.
His finger continued to slide in and out of you, eliciting louder moans from your lips. "Fuck, please," you pleaded, feeling your body tense and coil with anticipation.
Without uttering a word, Sukuna positioned himself on top of you, folding your legs up to your chest while still pleasuring your tight entrance with his finger.
This new angle allowed his finger to delve even deeper inside you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The vulnerability of this position only heightened your arousal, despite any feelings of embarrassment. "So fucking hot," Sukuna murmured, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
The room was filled with your loud moans, causing Sukuna to thrust even faster into you. To you, he looked so strong, so fucking big it drove you mad. His veiny arms and big shoulders caused you to clench around him, and oh did he notice.
“Fuck you like this? You like when I finger your sloppy little cunt like this?” You only nodded, becoming a bartering mess underneath him. 
“I can feel you princess, you’re close aren't you?” Sukuna teased, taking one of his other hands and rubbing your clit. This made your body jolt in pleasure, your back now arching off the bed. 
“P-please ‘kuna” you began, looking into his eyes, “please can i cum?” You asked with permission and oh did he love that, he didn’t even need to teach you.
“Cum for me, cum for your lord” And you did, your body shook with pleasure as the wave of your orgasm took over you. Whines and whimpers left your lips as Sukuna’s finger was now slowly thrusting into you. You were so sensitive.
“T-too sensitive ‘kuna” You whined, trying to take his hand around from your cunt.
“So cute” Sukuna obliged, taking his finger out of your now soaking wet pussy. 
His eyes pierced into yours as he took his finger into his mouth, licking up all your juices.
“Good girl”
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You couldn't believe this.
Standing beside your soon-to-be husband, organising your wedding day.
Well, Sukuna is the one planning your wedding day.
You stood next to your King, not uttering a word, and oh, how he adored this. He loved how effortlessly you embraced your role as a wife. Allowing him to handle all the work while you simply sat there, looking beautiful.
Dressed in your elegant kimono, with your face adorned and your hair cascading down your back, you smiled at the maid who was presenting various designs for your wedding dress, the decorations, and the reception. To you, everything seemed perfect - but to Sukuna, nothing seemed right.
"No, no, no," Sukuna complained, frustration evident as he ran his hand through his hair. "This is supposed to be perfect, and nothing about this is perfect."
You glanced at your king, concerned filling your eyes, not for him, but for the maid - she was doing her best. However, you knew that any interference on your part would result in another punishment.
Sukuna pointed to one of the wedding dresses laid out on the floor. "My wife will not wear this. It's hideous, isn't it, woman?" He turned to you, awaiting your response.
Fuck, you didn't know what to say or do. What if your answer wasn't what he wanted to hear?
"If you dislike it, my Lord, then I won't wear it," you hesitated, anticipating his reaction.
A smirk formed on his face - the perfect response.
While the maid continued to apologise profusely, Sukuna seemed unfazed as he approached you. His chest pressed against yours as he leaned down, his voice low in your ear. "Perhaps I should make you cum every morning so you continue to behave like this," Sukuna teased, "behaving like my obedient little girl."
A blush rushed to your cheeks. "S-Sukuna."
Feeling a sense of unease, you couldn't help but recall the morning when Sukuna had you contorted beneath him - making you moan and writhe with just a single touch.
He chuckled, his hand sliding to your waist, pulling you closer. "My perfect girl."
Your heart raced, wondering if the wicked ruler was actually flirting with you. It was hard to believe that today, of all days, Sukuna was being kind to you. But deep down, you knew it wouldn't last. One wrong move and his true nature would emerge once more.
You had to seize this opportunity, to prove your confidence and devotion to him. "Only for you…" you whispered, biting your lip and batting your eyelashes.
"Daddy."
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heartofwritiing · 7 months
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Dance with me
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paring: musicianbur x fem!reader
summary: you’re at a music festival with lovejoy, you and wilbur can’t help but be pulled together when a certain song from your favorite band plays.
authors note: I got inspired by this clip I think it’s from ash’s tiktok, its one of my favorite wilbur clips and for some reason the idea of dancing with wilbur at a music festival sparked within my weird little brain lmao. enjoy this quick fic as (i like to call them) my writers block is killing me ughh
warnings: none, just fluff, established relationship, reader is a member of lovejoy, very short, and unedited!
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Sweaty bodies screamed around you, shouting back lyrics to the band that was preforming on the main stage you were just on hours before.
It was one of your favorite bands Arctic Monkeys. you still couldn’t believe you were here, only dreaming of performing on stage in-front of big crowds like this when you were little, putting on concerts in your living room for your family members. It was all thanks to the band you had joined a little over a year ago.
Lovejoy was looking for a keyboard player to only do live gigs. After some time and getting to know them more and more, watching them grow into their style and become best friends with all the band members. You had unofficially joined the group along with the other respective trumpet players joining on tour.
Now you were traveling the world, getting to see new places and having an experience like no other.
Wilbur and you had only met three years ago during quarantine, almost right away you knew he was the one. You had joined in on a call with a mutual friend to play some online game. since then, you had met in person several times, moved in together, joined his band, and the rest was history. Getting to travel the world with your partner was an absolute plus.
You rocked along to the rhythm of the guitars, the beat of the drums pounding through the speakers stimulating your brain. Ash and Mark, were standing to your right, bobbing along to the music with grins on both their faces.
Ash was filming the stage, panning around to show the camera Mark, who was watching the stage intently. Ash unexpectedly moved the camera to you noticing you looking at him and now was your opportunity to show off your goofy side. While still dancing, you started making faces, this caused Ash to hold back laughter.
You continued this, oblivious to the fact Wilbur was sneaking up behind you. You missed Ash's quick glance behind you, and a pair of arms came around your waist, pulling you flush against a person's chest. You let out a surprised yelp, you almost were about to elbow the person in the ribs for grabbing you but the smell of musky cologne flooded your senses. it instantly made you discover who it was. Ease came over you knowing it was Wilbur.
Taking a breath, a smile inched up your lips as he placed his chin on your shoulder and rocked you side-to-side to the beat of the music. You said nothing as you crept up your arms to rest on top of his, lacing your fingers together in a tangled mess.
Wilbur hummed as you leaned into his touch once the song ended, cheers erupted around you but soon died down due to the next song starting up with the rift of the gutair. Letting out an audible squeal you recognized the track, quickly spinning out of Wilbur’s arms to face him he saw the evident smirk on your lips as you took his hands in yours once more.
“Dance with me?” you asked playfully.
How could he say no to you? Wilbur noticed how your hips started to move with every beat of the drum, taunting him to move with you. Your eyes sparkled mischievously casting a spell and drawing him to your further.
Wilbur took your left hand and placed it on his shoulder. Then your other hand is in his. You felt his arm go around your waist and he began to move in a sway.
The crowd around you appeared to vanish. Having your arms around your lover was the only thing that mattered in your mind. He took you into a swinging step as the music got faster, and you wondered when the crowd had dispersed to make more room for you.
Wilbur spun you around quickly by the arm, causing you to trip over your feet. With a gasp, you collided with his chest. Giggles crawled out of your chests. He helped you stand upright as your eyes crinkled with happiness.
Your laughter died down, and he leaned his head to your level to press your foreheads together in a blissful moment of contentment.
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cosmicisms · 9 months
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diluc x m!reader nsfw drabble
warnings: dom!diluc/sub!reader, pwp, you’re a brat, kinda brat taming, bondage (wrists are tied), light choking, diluc slaps you once.
authors note: i’m so whipped for him.
diluc had his body pressed on top of yours, rendering you unable to squirm away from beneath him. his soft red hair was mussed and tickled the sides of your face as he pressed kiss after kiss to your sore lips.
you threaded your fingers through his locks and gave them a little tug, earning yourself a small growl from the redhead on top of you. you knew diluc liked having his hair pulled, and you knew the implications of what would happen if you continued to rile him up like this.
“careful.” diluc murmured lowly, nipping your bottom lip as he pulled away to draw in a deep breath. “you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, sweetheart.”
the term of endearment, usually so innocent and harmless, now caused you to get hot under the collar. diluc was a massive tease, something many people never expected under his aloof and blunt exterior. this only server to make your desire for him increase by tenfold.
his large and calloused palm caressed your cheek softly as his free hand roamed freely beneath your shirt, causing you to flinch at the warmth of his touch.
his fingertips brushed lightly over your hardened nipples, causing you to let out a breathy moan, watching the smirk spread across diluc’s face. “don’t stop with those noises now, dear.”
you didn’t dare disobey him, no. you knew well and true that diluc didn’t allow for meddlers or troublemakers in his life. you had stepped out of line before, and he had made you sorely regret it.
…however, there was that lurking sense of curiosity within you. the devil’s whisper, urging you to brat off a little bit. push a few more of his buttons. dangerous little thoughts like that.
diluc was now lost underneath the spell of lust, easily pulling shaky moans and low whines from you with his skilled lips abusing your soft spots, and his dexterous fingers rubbing over your nipples.
“hands above your head.” he instructed, his voice husky with a piercing look to accompany it. you knew it was a bad idea, you knew but…
“what if i don’t?”
the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think twice. they hung in the air between you two, the silence an opportunity to rethink your decisions.
diluc clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “very well, then.” he hummed. suddenly, he reached for your wrists, pinning them down with a single hand as he hovered over you. there were no second chances this time. no “what did you say?”, no “would you like to think about that again?”
no. tonight, diluc was not in the mood.
and you didn’t regret your words. not yet at least.
he kept his fiery red eyes on you as he moved up to pull his shirt off, unbuttoning it deliberately slowly to watch you squirm as more and more of his built form was exposed to you.
diluc whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver as he tied the shirt around your wrists, making absolutely sure that you wouldn’t be able to escape your new restraints. “why is that you must be a brat, despite the many punishments i’ve given you?” he asked with exasperation.
“i guess it’s just in your nature.” he shrugged and studied your form, before moving to lift your shirt up, now fully exposing your chest. his hot breath fanned over your sensitive chest, making you yelp as his lips connected with your nipple.
“diluc~!” you called his name out, your voice landing on deaf ears as he continued to lick and suck at your nipple, his other hand twisting and pulling the nub of the opposite one. “p-please, ‘m sensitive there~!”
“i don’t care.” diluc’s tone was cold as he reprimanded you with a stone gaze. “this could’ve been avoided if you had followed my orders like a good boy, but you just had to be a brat, didn’t you?”
your face burned as he leered at you, once more attaching his lips to your other nipple. “ughh~ what, can’t handle some playful resistance, then?” you rebuked with a huff.
diluc’s hand was quick to wrap around your throat, giving it a light squeeze. your eyes widened as he did so, not missing how his eyes darkened with lust as he spotted how your adam’s apple bobbed in your throat.
“don’t push me any further, brat.” his voice was low and threatening, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “unless you want to be punished further?”
his eyes combed over your helpless form as a smug little smirk made its way to his face. “i bet you’d like that, though, wouldn’t you?” he mocked you, giving your throat another squeeze as he chuckled darkly.
chewing the inside of your cheek, you avoided his sharp gaze, refusing to admit anything. however, diluc tightening his grip ever so slightly made you lose it.
“yes, i would!” you exclaimed, face alight with an embarrassed blush. “i would enjoy if you punished me further.”
your admittance only served to further diluc’s pleasure in humiliating you. “is that so?” he murmured, removing his hand from your throat to gently caress your cheek. “well then, i can’t just deprive you of something that would bring you enjoyment, can i?”
you looked up at him, deciding to meet his eyes again. excitement bubbled in your stomach, your cock beginning to strain against your pants.
diluc slapped you lightly, nothing to leave a mark or really hurt, but enough to let you know that he was still very displeased with your bratty behaviour. the impact made you gasp and glare up at him.
“don’t get excited. i can deprive you of your enjoyment, and i will deprive you of your enjoyment.” he whispered, smoothing his hand over your cheek. “that is, unless, you’re willing to beg good and hard for it.”
he paused to let you think about his words, thoroughly taking pleasure in the way your facial expressions contorted into one of reluctance and frustration.
“n-no, that’s embarrassing.” you huffed, rolling your eyes. trying to play off your desires was futile, as diluc eyed the bulge in your pants with a raised eyebrow.
“having you beneath me with your hands bound above your head is also embarrassing.” he snapped back with a teasing lilt to his voice. “now beg.”
you felt the colour spread across your cheeks, only making diluc laugh with a cruel glint in his eye.
“oh, that look on your face is priceless. come on now, brat. beg for me good enough, and i’ll let you have me in whatever way you desire.”
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wonysugar · 6 months
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it’s so over for me…. ch. 7
starbies~~ (half written)
a/n: I’M SO SORRY FOR BASICALLY POSTING THIS CHAPTER NOW😭i originally wanted to post it yesterday but thenvoekfke i passed out,,, so sorry. so uhm?? next chapter coming out later today<33 thank you
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running into ning today wasn’t something you had originally planned, since, you know, you barely even go to starbucks in the first place. today was just some sort of craving you randomly got while doing your assignments.
you approached her, laying gentle taps on her shoulder, causing her to turn around. her resting bitch face immediately turning into a wide grin upon seeing you. you were flattered, in a way. you never really doubted your guys’ friendship, but you didn’t except such an enthusiastic reaction from her.
“oh. my. god. y/n!!! it’s so great seeing you!” she exclaimed, grabbing you by the arm and jumping up and down which earned very intense stares from the other customers there with you, and despite not usually wanting to draw any attention, you didn’t really give a fuck about it, you still quietly greeted her back, wearing a bright smile.
she offered to pay for your drink, to which you hesitantly accepted, despite her being very financially stable for a college student. plus, you never really go to starbucks, so, after reluctantly accepting, you told her to get you whatever she thought was good. she proceeded to order some sort of thing that sounded like a cryptic harry potter spell, to which the barista apparently immediately understood.
you acquired your order minutes before she did, so you took the chance to settle at the closest table. it didn’t take long for her to sit down facing you, her hand holding a bag containing a chocolate chip cookie with her pinkie and somehow managing to grab ahold of some unknown drink. her other hand holding what seemed to be a… pumpkin spice latte..? you weren’t too experienced, but pretty much everyone knew what a pumpkin spice latte was.
“i didn’t peg you for a white girl, ning.” you said, jokingly squinting your eyes at her as she rolls hers.
“oh shut upp.. that one isn’t even for me,” she vaguely motions at the ‘forbidden’ drink, “aeri asked me to get it for her.” she clarified, your eyebrows unconsciously lifting themselves up. aeri, huh.
whatever, you didn’t care about her. you never did, so why were you so.. immediately uptight at the thought of her?? quickly, you switched the topic of the conversation and focused on talking about other things. the exams coming up, future hangout plans, both of your friend groups.
“oh yeah, i forgot to tell you, by the way, there was like this one private account on twitter that dmed me, and they were like?? asking to kiss me or whatever and it happened the same day you guys went apeshit and like.. apologized about it yesterday.” you quickly took a sip from your very good drink, kept note that ning had incredibly good taste, then carried on, “the apology in question was mostly just them being an ass, so. that was weird!” you giggled.
upon looking at her expression, you noticed that she didn’t seem to find it as humorous as you did. instead, she looked like she was trying to force out a fake giggle, but couldn’t.
“girl, you good?”
“no yeah. i am. i’m great, even.” she cleared her throat, taking comically large sips of her drink, basically finishing all of it in one go. what the fuck?
you stared at her dead-panned, you knew her, you knew that looking at her that way would eventually get her to say what’s on her mind.
and you were correct in thinking that!
“ughh okay don’t tell anyone i told you this and under no circumstances do you tell this to aeri but… okay so we-got-really-drunk-and-high-and-she’s-the-one-that-sent-you-those-messages-and-the-account-she-used-was-her-private-one—“
she then stared at you, apparently expectant of something. the only thing that you could do at that moment was pull out your phone and open up twitter.
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jell-o101 · 14 days
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I’ve been streaming Epic Mickey with a friend so I only get to play a bit over 2 hours a week, and he wasn’t available this week so I caved in and started playing the second game (which I have no recollection of ever buying!) so now I KNOW MORE THINGS!!! And I’m going crazy over this game, I have like 7 tabs open on my phone of various walkthroughs and guides (and boy does the Wii U struggle) ANYWAYS
Daisy Ortensia ❤️ I was thinking maybe Captain Toad could be Prescott? It’s kinda tough finding a Toad that fits the role
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I was thinking Pauline and DK could be Animatronic Daisy and Donald? But drawing robots is hard so I just edited it instead
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And now the idea I’ve been thinking about the most… Dimentio Mad Doctor
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As soon as I saw MD singing and acting like a good guy I was like “oh Dimentio would be perfect” we love our lil manipulative jester ❤️ and I feel like Dimentio and Luigi’s relationship as the Mad Doctor and Oswald’s is neat. OH I also had an idea about the whole shift between Mr. L and Luigi, I had an idea where Luigi puts on the mask when he goes into hiding in Mickeyjunk (Mariojunk?) mountain to represent how he feels like he failed his kingdom and is ashamed of himself, and finally takes it off when they save the day. This au has consumed a portion of my brain and I will continue to think about it
Omg Omb omg omg
Dimentio being the Mad Doctor is PERFECT because Oswald puts his complete trust in him in events before the first game and also during the second game, so that would mean Luigi blindly trusts Dimentio AS WELL SHOJAHJSONAJOSNKOAAS
THAT WOULD MAKE THE DIFFERENT ENDINGS HURT SO MUCH SINCE- I don’t know if you’ve beat the second game…can’t spoil…the beautiful angst…ughh
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coqvttes · 4 months
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Hey I love your blog so much and your writing is amazing and the picnic idea is so cute! Could I do Fairy Cakes with Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley with a female!reader and the activity be maybe just the two of them reading or painting together in a meadow or something. I love sappy things like that 🥺❤️👉👈
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey, my love! thank you i’m so glad you like the picnic idea and i appreciate it! i love fluff and this is such a sweet idea! ❤︎︎
sfw : gn!reader, fluff.
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“stay still," he orders, you pout at him as you stop fixing your hair.
“ughh c’mon you must be finished by now!” he smiles at your complaint and shakes his head. you huff and cross your arms, your eyes trained on the way his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as he focuses on the strokes of the paintbrush. 
occasionally he lifts his gaze from the pad of paper to look up at you, taking in every single detail. he swears you’ve never been prettier with the way the sunlight falls perfectly on you, illuminating you like an angel, his angel. he smiles at how you play with the flowers by your legs as you lay on the blanket comfortably.
the sweet sounds of birds singing and the wind blowing the through the leaves of the trees, it's perfect, it's calming. you smile at how the wind blows his hair, messing it up a little.
he finally stops painting and just stares at the paper, holding it at just the right angle so you can’t catch a glimpse of it. he’s studying it, but it seems that he doesn’t like it much. 
“come on i know you’re finished. let me seeeee!”
“no! i'm not good at this, trust me, you don’t want to see it.” 
you protest and hastily try to snatch the pad of paper from his hands, but his grip is strong, and he pulls it away from you just in time. 
“please, simon, pleaaase.” you pout, and he raises his brows at you but softens at the sound of your whining and the look on your face. he gives in, just like he always does, finally turning the paper around to show you. he looks away in embarrassment, and you can see the flush that spreads across his cheeks. 
you take it from his hands, and there are practically hearts in your eyes as you look at it with adoration. you smile at the adorable portrait he's painted just for you. it looks like the handwork of a child's, but you love it so so much because it’s simon’s. 
he’s put so much thought into it, making note of all the details that he just loves about you, and it makes your heart melt. he notices how you stare for a while and tries to pry it from your hands, but you pull it flush against your chest and smile at him. 
“i love it, simon. thank you!” you practically throw yourself against him, and he wraps his arms around you in an embrace, smiling into your hair as he inhales your sweet scent. 
“thought you might not like it,” he mumbles as you pull away, pecking his lips. you giggle at his words and look at the drawing pad in your hands.
“of course i do, silly!” 
“who are you calling silly?” with that, he lunges at you, your back hitting the soft blanket, the grass prickling you slightly through the thin fabric. he pins you down to the ground with one palm before tickling your side with the other. you squeal uncontrollably when he buries his head in your neck, blowing raspberries into your skin, causing you to giggle and squirm beneath him. 
he chuckles down at you, and in that moment, he’s never felt more in love with you. only you can make him feel vulnerable like this, only you can bring out the playful side of this beast of a man, and only you, could he love so much.
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hanmasghost · 2 years
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Heyyyyy!Hru??!?!?i hope your doing well:)) if you don’t mind me requesting haitani brothers x brother reader where Ran and rindou have their Gf (or bf) over and reader is just their wheeling and making comments on how chessey they are being until one (or both) of the gf/bf yells at him and ran and rin are just so offended that they would would talk to their brother like that! Hope that’s not too confusing and no rush! Parla con te più tardi, autore, buona giornata/notte/pomeriggio!
“Date Night Gone Wrong”
A/N: Bro fr? Bet! Just a heads up, I changed your request up a bit! Also, you have a good day/afternoon/night yourself^^
Pronouns: He/Him
Warning(s): Reader is a minor(plot reasons), fights(in general), mentions of being kicked out, mentions of death, the death of Nintendo controllers
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You sat there in a recliner chair in the living room. Your brothers Ran, and Rindou, sitting at the dining room table.
They had their partners over.
Apparently it was their date night. {Reader} on the other hand, was a shut in who had nothing better to do than to then to play Majora’s Mask in the living room on his Nintendo 64. So he was kinda third wheeling, but it’s not really his fault.
{Reader} was doing the Kafei and Anju sidequest. Which was driving him insane.
Ran was making dinner for his girlfriend and Rindou’s boyfriend as Rindou held the conversation.
{Reader} wasn’t really listening to them, too busy trying to get his damned quest done.
“Where.. ughh! I hate this quest!” {Reader} complained, his words drawing out.
Tho at one point he heard “So why is he here?”
Do they mean me?
“He’s our brother, and he lives here. You’ve met him before babe.” Rindou said to his boyfriend, {Bf}.
“I think he means like.. why is he here, at the house. This is a double date no?” Ran’s girlfriend, {gf}, joined in.
“‘Cause he’s a shut in loser.” Ran said, loudly so {Reader} could hear him.
“HEY! At least I’m not some cheesy moe’ fo’ in love!!” {Reader} yelled. Ran only responding with a laugh.
“Well can he leave? He’s third wheeling and I can hear his game, it’s annoying.” {Bf} said.
“You can just ask him to turn it down… plus, he has nowhere else to go babe..” Rindou replied. He sounded.. Sad? Upset? It wasn’t clear, his face didn’t show anything that could tell anyone how he felt anyway.
Did his boyfriend offend him or something? He looks offended.
“What about you babe? Do you want our date to be ruined?” {Gf} said, looking at Ran, who is looking the other way.
Ran didn’t say anything and continued to cook.
“Fine. If neither of you will do it, I will. I’m not letting our date be ruined.” {Bf} said as he abruptly pushed out of his chair and towards the living room.
He grabbed {Reader}’s controller and threw it on the ground.
“Yo! What the actual fuck?!” Reader shouted as {Bf} proceeded to pull him off the chair.
Everything went by in a flash.
Ran had hit {Bf} with his baton. Rindou grabbed {Bf} and threw him out, after leaving {Reader} to calm down and count to sixty.
Ran and {Gf} however, he said he wasn’t so sure about wanting to date a person who would want to kick out a minor out of their own house with no where to go afterwards. She tried to argue, that’s when Ran brought her to another room.
It all happened so fast
So fast that {Reader} didn’t notice he was slowly passing out next to the recliner.
Rindou’s POV:
We followed {Bf} into the living room quickly, but he had already thrown {Reader}’s controller and was trying to pull him up out of his seat.
Ran is probably seeing red, I should do something before someone bleeds-
*WHAM*
Ran had already whipped out his baton and hit {Bf} in the head. Hard.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! IM TRYING TO GET US A NICE NIGHT ALONE??” {Bf} screeched.
“He’s a kid! You’re what?! 19?!” Ran yelled, going in for another swing.
{Gf} had grabbed Ran’s arm and started wailing, asking for Ran to leave her friend alone.
Rindou looked at {Reader}. He was hyperventilating.
Sneaking to the other side of the recliner, Rindou pulled {Reader} into a hug, rubbing his thumbs in circles on his back.
“Shh shh.. it’s okay, do you think you can count for me? Try getting to 60 okay? I’ll be right back.” With a nod in response, Rindou got up and grabbed {Bf} by the collar of his shirt and pulled him outside while Ran tried to get {Gf} off of his arm.
Rindou let go and shoved {Bf} off of his front step.
{Bf} hit the ground with a thud and shouted at Rindou “What the fuck was that for?!”
“We’re breaking up. You laid your hands on my brother.” Rindou said with a glare.
“He was ruining our date!” {Bf} yelled, getting up.
“He’s a kid {Bf}. He doesn’t hang out with other people either.” Rindou retorted coldly.
“Riny..”
“Shut up, leave, and don’t use that stupid nickname with me. It’s childish.”
“But Rindou! He-“
“He didn’t do anything. Now get off my damn property before I kick your ass.” Rindou said taking a few steps towards him, no longer on the steps of the house.
{Bf} scurried away almost immediately.
Rindou sighed and quickly went back inside the house. Ran and {Gf} weren’t in the living room so they probably went to another room to argue instead of infront of {Reader}.
Good job on Ran’s part.
Rindou looked next to the recliner where {Reader} once was. He was sleeping.
Rindou picked him up and brought him to his room and laid him on his bed and tucked him in.
Rindou sat at the edge of the bed and softly played with {Reader}’s hair. Trying to relax.
After some time he heard the front door slam.
Guess that means {Gf} left..
The door to {Reader}’s room opened slowly, light peaking in.
Rindou slowly got up and whispered “goodnight {Reader}, big bro loves you.”
Once he closed the door he looked up at Ran.
“Is he okay now?” Rindou nodded in reply.
“He’s out, and should be fine later…” Rindou reassured, pausing suddenly. “But.. I’m not letting this go.”
Ran nodded in agreement. “He could have done serious harm. I think.. he should pay for it… with his life.” Ran smirked. His words dark and eyes glowing.
Rindou pushed his glasses up to the top of his nose. He smirked back at Ran.
“Tomorrow is gonna be fun.”
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gold-rhine · 3 months
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albedo 20, 21, 23! and also mr rizzler 20 if you want (random ass duo) (this is @zhongscara)
20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?
albedo - uhhhhh, idk i think Autism Polycule with tighnari and cyno already works great? he should visit sumeru and cook some spiders in tighnari's forest
mr. rizzler - ughh idk i don't think i know him well enough to assign him a bestie? gonna play it safe and say itto, bc all manipulator schemer high status types love itto and mr. rizzler could use some free therapy. like, itto visits fountaine and gets to prison bc he was loud in public or whatever, immediately draws rizzley's attention by forming a "gang" to protect all local losers who get bullied as he always does. rizzley goes to investigate, playing as just some guy i'm a birthday boy and itto mistakes him for another loser who needs protection and adopts him. itto hears about The Duke and tells rizzley about this supposed strict scary guy who rules everything here and rizzley is like yeah he sounds like an ass, you should avoid meeting him at all costs, and itto is like aw don't worry bro i'll protect you
21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?
i only written albedo once, and my fav thing was to explore chalk-gold alchemical transformation metaphor, tho its not smth i'd do again bc it'd get stale. otherwise, i think he's very fun and challenging to write bc he needs to sound v polite and intelligent, but also come off as brisk and a bit socially inept, but ALSO he likes to talk in subtext and with poetic\artistic tendencies. i think i managed ok, but it's def a fun challenge
23. Favorite picture of this character?
um idk. Probably his trailer? he looks older and v... menacingly elegant in it. i like cute sweet albedo pics as much as the next dom, but i do like that he has an edge to him, an apprentice of a mad scientist
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honorary shotout to The Thigh Gap pic tho
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i have a suggestion for people interested in a relatively cheap aac option. (unfortunately will only work for people with legible handwriting/the ability to write in general)
lcd drawing/writing tablets! the most popular name brand is boogie boards, but they’re pretty expensive for what they are and knock offs do exactly the same thing for half (or even less) of the price. mine was about $11.
this is mine:
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it doesn’t speak, it’s basically like a reusable notepad. but if communicating through writing works for you, this is a convenient, lightweight, very practical option. it easily slides into a backpack or bag and could even be worn on some types of lanyards.
i bought mine on amazon. this is the link to mine, but there are many similar ones if you search for “lcd drawing tablet”.
https://www.amazon.com/NEWYES-Doodle-Writing-Kitchen-Kids(Blue/dp/B01IB1HIY0/ref=mp_s_a_1_3?crid=3NZ99Q950TB6R&keywords=newyes%2Blcd%2Bwriting%2Btablet&qid=1688048659&sprefix=newyes%2B%2Caps%2C124&sr=8-3&th=1&psc=1
https://www.amazon.com/NEWYES-Doodle-Writing-Kitchen-Kids
edit: i don’t know why the links aren’t working ughh. i’ll try and fix it soon
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gusherguy · 9 months
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could you possibly write an emeto scenario with monoma being sick and overdramatic and kendo having to deal with it? (also i hope you wouldnt mind if one of the emeto scenes happened in class or something like that-)
(okay i know this is rly old i just couldn't stand bnha for like 5 months there. all characters are 18 and in their final year btw)
It was a typical day in the class 1-B lecture hall, with students taking notes and listening intently to the professor's lecture. Well, most of them were listening.
Since this morning, Monoma hadn't been listening to anyone, really. He'd been more of a disruption than usual. He kept insulting people, in a foul mood, and nothing Kendo said or did would keep him in line long. She was just relieved he was being normal in this class. At lunch, the young man had stopped acting up, instead retreating to eat sullenly by himself. Hopefully the quiet would last. It was their final year after all, and they needed to graduate without issues.
Monoma sat slouched in his chair, twirling his pencil. Even though he was quiet, inside he felt anything but. His stomach churned relentlessly, and he was forced to accept that this feeling wasn't hunger, since it didn't go away when he ate. These past few days Monoma's foul mood was only mirroring the foul feeling in his guts. He felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over him and his pencil twirling froze. One of the teachers had been complaining about a stomach flu….had he really caught it?
Kendo saw his restless wriggling out of the corner of her eye and sighed. She mentally prepared to have to deal with her classmate's troublemaking. But there was a completely different kind of trouble brewing.
Monoma clutched his abdomen, desperately trying to suppress the rising urge to vomit, but it proved to be futile. His stomach gurgled like a pot of chili. The pressure became unbearable, and he knew he couldn't hold it back any longer.
In a moment of panic, Monoma hastily stood up from his seat, drawing the attention of her nearby classmates. "Hrrrp…..HHHLLRRPPP…." Pale and sweaty, he stumbled toward the door, his hand pressed against his mouth in a feeble attempt to contain the impending eruption. He kept gagging, but kept swallowing it back. With every step, his gait became more unsteady, his body struggling against the force of his sickness. Finally, unable to withstand the mounting pressure any longer, Monoma's defenses crumbled. The putrid contents of his stomach surged upwards, a vile mixture of half-digested food, stomach acid, and bile. "uRGLLLLLP!" The expulsion was sudden and violent, as his mouth opened wide, releasing an uncontrollable torrent of vomit.
The foul expulsion splattered onto the floor and a sharp odor permeated the air, assaulting the noses of the students. "Ohhhh I don't feel good…." Monoma let himself go down to his knees as his body rocked forward with the force of his heaves. "Ughh….hhhlURRRPGGhh! Huuurrrkkkkk!" The noise of retching echoed through the classroom, a chorus of disgust and sympathy emanating from the startled classmates. The sheer force of the regurgitation caused small splatters to land on Monoma's clothing and nearby desks, adding to the repugnant scene. He whined and spat, making a mess everywhere. "Ohh, oh god, I feel so bad…"
"Oh no, Monoma," Kendo sighed in concern as she witnessed her classmate getting violently ill. She was the first to walk over to him, patting his back reassuringly. "Come on, you need to see the nurse. Let's get moving." She felt a little bit bad for assuming he was just going to make trouble again when he was obviously so ill.
Monoma, quivering and nauseous, gagged a few times before he nodded. "Mnnnn….ugh. Kendo….help me walk? I'm so shaky…." he whined as drool and chunks ran down his chin. He wasn't even playing it up to be dramatic this time - his knees were shaking, threatening to drop him, and his cheeks kept puffing up.
Kendo shook her head but helped him. Using her giant hand, she all but carried the sickly boy down the hall to the nurse's. He started to belch wetly, making dangerous gurgling sounds in his throat. Kendo looked at him and said with mock seriousness "If you throw up on me, you're walking."
"Ughh….hurk! Like I can help it…." Monoma whined. Then he retched loudly and clapped his hands to his mouth, trying to hold back the tidal wave. Runny mush seeped between his fingers and he looked devastated. The disgusting feeling was enough to make him vomit more and more.
Kendo shook her head and held him over a trashcan. She couldn't actually be mad at him when he was so obviously ill. Monoma got up a few mouthfuls of rancid vomit and sighed. His stomach was empty now, and even though he was feverish, he felt much better. "Can you make it to the nurse's? Good." Kendo said when he was done. Thank goodness he hadn't actually vomited on her. The floor hadn't been so lucky….
Kendo dropped her classmate off on a cot in the nurse's office. He curled up, cradling his stomach, and let out a shuddering sigh. "Itsuka….thank you…." he murmured thickly as his eyes fluttered shut.
She paused at the door. Then with a warm smile, she shook her head. "Get some rest, you dork."
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hobiebrownismygod · 7 days
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hello my dear i have returned again to inquire about written in the stars 👁👁 (sorry if i sound too pushy i'm just very excited to see what you will do with it) also someone put this image in my head and now i can't get it out. imagine hobie in a waistbead???? IF ONLY I COULD DRAW UGHH 😭
YOU DONT SOUND PUSHY AT ALL DONT WORRY 😭
I am currently very sick and unable to write im sorry but I promise I do have an idea for the next chapter and I am in the process of writing it im just very slow
hobie in waistbands is something I was not expecting to hear but now im obsessed they'd be red and blue that would look so good on him 😩 I need art of this now
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sillysadduck · 2 years
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honestly i'd love to hear ur headcanons about the dhmis teachers ::::D
HELLO FRIEND! Ughh I'm so mad I couldn't answer this ask before but tumblr genuinely wouldn't even let me open it at first:( I think I posted about that issue- I was also offline for a few days but im back <:D
IM SO GLAD YOU ASKED♡♡
These are my hcs for the og teachers, if you want to see the ones I have for my human AU too let me know :)
general hc for all of them: all of them dislike kids, except for Steak, and some of them suck at interacting with them.
Paige/Sketchbook:
-Their voice sounds a bit uninterested and annoyed in the first episode and I think they genuinely were.
-Got scared when things got weird. They weren't expecting all of that to happen.
-They're friends with almost all of the other teachers. They get along the best with Tony. They're a bit scared of Steak tho.
-They actually don't know shit about art, they just pretend to know💫
-They love to annoy Tony, they find it funny when he gets mad at them.
-They draw on themselves.
-They don't like using their legs most of the time, but they can. As seen in episode 6 they're just little black sticks like their arms.
Shrignold:
-More of a general hc but he worships the Malcom statue as a representation of the actual Malcom. Malcom is actually something among the lines of a God so he can't be seen or touched in reality.
-He has internalized homophobia, but he's gay himself. He just wouldn't act on it, it's against his beliefs.
-He's actually really good with kids. Thats how he got Yellow's "Special One" to join his cult.
-Doesn't mean he likes them, but he's an amazing manipulator.
-He will preach to anyone and I mean ANYONE, I do think he genuinely convinced Paige and Tony to join him by just talking with them.
-He's not aware of some of the creepy members of his cult (furry boy I'm looking at you) but he doesn't care either.
Tony:
-I actually posted a doodle of this but he hangs himself on the wall and behaves like an actual inanimate clock when he's mad at someone 💫
-That someone is Paige 80% of the time bc theyre annoying
-ANGER ISSUES
-Autistic!!
-He has no patience, asking him a question is like asking your dad to teach you math. He will yell, slam his hands against the table, get frustrated a hundred times and then he will apologize only if he feels like it.
-Not a good teacher at all, but he's good at keeping normal conversations. Just don't ask him any deep questions.
-The others don't understand him. Everyone considers him hard to deal with because of his short temper. He gets along the best with Paige and Colin.
Colin:
-Also autistic bc how could he not be
-Actually knows the darkest parts of the "digital world"/internet but just like in a common computer you won't get easy access to those.
-He was Roy's computer! He's a fairly old computer, Roy stopped using him when he became glitchy and only brought him back for the show.
-Is super slow most of the time, using him as an actual computer is frustrating.
-Yellow can use him to play old computer games tho, and he will if given a chance.
-Gets mad at Red preferring Laptop because Laptop is not glitchy, it makes him feel replaced and frustrated.
-Scared of bugs, no joke intended
Steak/Lamp chop:
-Literal BBQ dad
-The other teachers find him intimidating bc bro is huge.
-Spinach Can and Bread Boy are like his kids! And Fridge is always by his side, nobody knows if they're in love or just buddies.
-He doesn't speak to any of the other teachers or the main trio most of the time, he's happy with the healthy gang and feels like he doesn't need more than them.
-Spinach really looks up to him, they never leave his side. Steak will carry them everywhere and tell them bad jokes.
-Yellow wants to be picked up by him all the time, he doesn't find him scary, he just saw he's tall and now he wants up.
Larry/Lamp:
-Man was DRUNK while he was singing about dreams.
-Can't form coherent thoughts, ever.
-Shrignold loves to be around him bc he always listens. Truth is he's always kind of lost inside his own brain so that makes him a good listener.
-He's really strong physically but he's not aware of it, Yellow was really hurt when he grabbed him by the arm.
-He will fall asleep anywhere and anytime. He doesn't even care.
-He uses Colin as Google by asking him lots and lots of questions.
-No one can stand to be around him when he gets philosophical. And I mean no one. Not even Yellow. His philosophical questions don't even make any sense.
Bonus main trio hcs:
-Yellow is autistic and has ADHD :)
-He loves to be picked up!
-ofc he's a puppet but I hc him to be somewhere between 4 and 8 instead of being 48😃 bc... [SPOILER AHEAD] no way he went from being 38 to being 48 the same day on wakey wakey.
-Red is also autistic.
-He learned Yellow will stop crying if he carries him. So he does.
-Sometimes he'll sleep on his bed with him too if that means he can help him sleep better.
-Duck reads bedtime stories for Yellow.
-If he's talking too much Red will pick him up by the scruff of his neck as a kitten as a sweet and silent way of telling him to please please please shut up.
-He has a short temper, just like Tony.
This got super long I'm sooo sorry I just love talking about them </3
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cock-holliday · 1 year
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Do you take fanfic prompts? I’m obsessed with the new Scully’s freckles gifset and would looooove to read something about Mulder just being speechless in her fully freckled presence and sneaking glances at her until she finally asks him what’s going on with him. Ughh I love them both so much.
I do! Not sure this is the direction you were aiming for but it’s the direction this fic ran in. Thank you for the prompt!
“What’s your favorite constellation?” Mulder asked suddenly, drawing Scully’s attention away from the edge of the woods.
They were seated on the hood of their rental jeep in the middle of the night in an open field. In the dark it was hard to see her expression, but she turned her gaze skyward.
She made a thoughtful sound and tipped her head to the side, “Maybe Ursa Minor,” she said, “You see it when you look for the north star.”
“Not Pisces?” Mulder asked with a grin.
He couldn’t see her face but he could hear the smile in her words, “No,” she said, “What about you?”
Mulder shrugged, leaning back against the windshield, “I don’t have one.”
Scully sputtered a laugh, looking back towards the woods in the distance, “It was your game.”
In truth, Mulder did have a favorite constellation, but it was found on Earth rather than in the heavens.
They set out looking for the Loveland Frog three days ago. Mulder had delighted in showing Scully slide after slide about their new case, watching her eyes hood in exaggerated annoyance as he rattled off facts about the subject of their upcoming hunt.
She pulled off her glasses, rolling her eyes before setting her gaze on him again. Mulder clicked to the next slide: a star chart conveying the positions of various planets and stars on a particular night in question. Scully stepped in front of the projector light to cease his rant. It worked.
Scully began explaining the pseudoscientific nature of the graphs he had just presented, but Mulder was only half listening. He was struck by the image of the lines and labels of constellations transposed onto Scully’s face as she spoke. He wondered immediately what the constellations might be called if someone were to map out each and every one of Scully’s freckles.
In the harsh light of the airport, Scully’s eyes looked tired as they waited for their flight, but a hail mary of a joke from Mulder had her grinning ear to ear. Her eyes scrunched and the freckles on her nose became more pronounced. A playful constellation. Something like Canis Minor.
At a diner they stopped in, Scully studied the menu like she was preparing for her license exams. Her eyes scanned back and forth, and a line of freckles along her temple caught Mulder’s eye. It would be called something studious, something fancy. Or determined. Like Pyxis.
Maybe Microscopium, he thought with a laugh.
They got lost on the drive to the woods, and Scully’s eyes turned sharp, the lines of her features growing harsh and determined. They were meant to go left, not right, she told him, the freckles beneath her eyes as she glowered standing bright against her pale skin. Something like Cassiopeia. Regal. Fierce.
Sitting on her motel room bed, reviewing evidence together, her fingers lingered just a bit longer than usual as she took a photo from his hand. She looked away from him, blushing. The crimson breathed new life into the flecks along her cheeks.
No, he thought. Not different little constellations. One large cluster. Unlike the north star, staring at them would give him no sense of direction. He’d find himself lost in them, but grateful for it too. It was easy to get lost in the little details that made her Scully.
The color of her hair. The sharp pierce of her eyes. The fullness of her lips. The quick curve of her brow. The map of Scully across her skin. Her constellation.
Dana Major? Little Starbuck?
No silly names nor poetic names could capture her likeness. She was just Scully.
Each new freckle he found was akin to a new star being discovered. A new piece of the puzzle was uncovered. A new detail about her fell into place.
For all the mysteries of the cosmos, the mystery he was currently engaged with, as they sat side by side watching the trees for a beast of Ohio legend, was how he managed to get so lucky as to meet her.
“What, Mulder?” Scully asked on the plane ride home, “Do I have something on my face?”
She wiped hastily under Mulder’s scrutinizing gaze, but he just smiled and shook his head, “It’s nothing.”
“You keep staring.”
“I’m sorry,” he told her, “I was just thinking about stars.”
“Stars?” Scully asked, perplexed.
“Yeah. Constellations. Stars. Fate.”
Scully snorted, “Suppose we were fated to be delayed on the tarmac?”
Mulder smiled. Always the skeptic.
“Maybe,” he nodded, “Maybe that’s the cosmic tradeoff.”
“Tradeoff for what?”
Mulder chanced a glance at Scully. How her eyes, while full of doubt, were sparkling with amusement. Her lips were pulled into the faintest hint of a smile. And her freckles danced along her skin.
You. Here with me.
“Guess we’ll find out,” Mulder told her.
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