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octoberautumnbox · 2 months

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The Cute and Caring Noona from Apartment 424

CLC/Kep1er Choi Yujin & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, older girl, undisclosed age gap (nothing creepy tho), soft dom Yujin, titsucking, nursing handjob, cowgirl, creampie, breeding, overstimulation a lil bit

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: discordant waltz chapter alr planned out dw i just wanted to switch things up a lil, this was a blast to write :D

“Hey, so good to see you! Come in!”

You take off your shoes and Yujin pulls you in for a hug. The aroma of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies fills your nostrils and sends your stomach growling.

“Hi, Noona. It's great to see you again.” You back away from the hug, but Yujin keeps you within arm's length with her dainty hands on your shoulders. You admire her simple yet adorable outfit, which only compliments her bright personality.

“Take a seat, cookies are still cooling down but dinner is ready!”

She plops you down at the dining table and sets your plate and silverware. While she buzzes from cupboard to table and back, you draw your eyes from one tiny dish to the next. Kimchi, lettuce leaves, cheese cubes, the works. At the center of the table is a small grill, with a pan sitting on top and evidently expensive cuts of beef like what they go crazy for in variety shows sizzling enticingly.

You keep from drooling at the last second at the feast before you, and you manage to choke out, “Wow, are we expecting more people, Noona? This looks delicious.”

“No, just the two of us,” Yujin says cheerfully as she places your chopsticks at the right side of your plate. “Too much?”

“Way too much! You really pamper me whenever I come by. Thanks, Yujin-noona.”

She chuckles cutely while covering her mouth with a finger. “You visit too rarely for a neighbor. Come by more often and I can tone down the food, okay?”

She takes her seat next to you and squeezes your hand. Skillfully and quickly, she picks up a piece of beef from the pan, a leaf of lettuce, just the right amount of kimchi, a leaf of perilla, and finally a cube of cheese. She presents you with the expertly made wrap and brings it to your mouth, saying “Ahhh.”

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She sets the plate of cookies on the coffee table in front of you as you offer her the other half of the blanket. She joins you on the couch and shuffles right up to you, placing her head on your shoulder and bringing your arm around her.

The movie starts playing and the necessary studio intro clips crescendo onto the screen. “This is one of my favorites. You'll love it too.” She snuggles more comfortably into your side and sighs a breath of relaxation. Squeeze her shoulder, tell her wordlessly that you're excited to love this movie as well.

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You come to, and groggily you look around. It's of little help, as the TV shut itself off sometime ago and the lights are all out. You feel a shifting weight beside you and your face suddenly fills with a scratchy texture and the sweetest scent you've probably ever smelled in your life, no doubt a faceful of your neighbor’s hair.

“Yujin-noona, wake up. We fell asleep and the movie's over.”

You try to shake her awake gently, and it works. Yujin sits up slowly and tries checking the time on her phone. After the initial short-lived blindness, she sets it down and rubs her eyes.

“It's late. Sleep over. No buts.” Knowing you had no choice, you submit and help her help you walk and stumble yourselves up the stairs and to her bedroom.

She plugs a star-shaped night light into a low wall socket and the pair of you fall into the bed. You cuddle into her side this time and she graciously wraps you in her arms. The smell of her hair and her bedsheets fill your nostrils again with a calming fragrance.

However, in an act of dastardly betrayal, your brain for whatever reason thinks your sweet beloved neighbor Yujin-noona is… something more. As you take in more and more of her scent, and gaze up from her side to see the way her eyes are shut lighty and her lips are slightly parted as light snores slip through, your heart beats a different rhythm as if just now realizing and admiring the beauty that is Choi Yujin.

“This can’t possibly be,” you think to yourself, “she’s my neighbor and very close friend. I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this.” You continue to fight down your subconscious feelings from bubbling up into your conscious mind, but the fullness of your tummy and the comfiness of the way you’re in bed with her prove it a challenge.

“Something wrong? What are you thinking about?” You’re taken aback by Yujin’s sudden words. “Are you okay? Tell Yujin-noona what you need.” She rubs her eyes again and meets your gaze. In possibly the worst stroke of luck you could ever have had in this life, as she negotiates her hand back under the covers, she comes into light contact with you in the middle of you pitching a tent in your pants.

“... Oh.” is all Yujin could get out before you turn beet-red and stutter your apologies.

“Shit, Noona, I’m so sorry! I- I should go- I’m sorry.” Your mind fills with shame at how you’ve ruined such a nice and pure friendship with your lovely neighbor. You try to stumble out from under the blanket, pushing Yujin away, but once again she places her dainty hand on your shoulder.

“Stop that right now. Come here.” Her command is mild but assertive. She lifts up the blanket to welcome you back, patting the space beside her in her bed. You sheepishly rejoin her under the fluffy covers, but before you settle, she makes another set of commands.

“This is my house, so for me to be a good host, you will tell me anything and everything you need. That includes this,” she whispers breathily, palming the growing bulge in your pants, “Most. Of. All.”

You can do nothing but whimper at her unrelenting touch. It doesn’t help that she’s already fiddling with the waistband of your underwear and wrestling it out of her way. What’s worse, your position in bed with her makes it impossible for you to look anywhere but to meet her eyes, or maybe…

“Use your words, baby boy, tell Noona exactly what you need.” An evil grin forms across her mouth, painting her features with a sinister shade of lust.

“Noona… Could you please…” The words barely struggle out of your mouth, and even then you’re not saying anything of value. Yujin only chuckles more, covering her mouth with one finger, before prodding you incrementally yet ever closer to the edge.

“I can’t read minds, baby boy. You’re going to have to do better than that.”

“Noona, your… your top, please. Take it off.” Wide-eyed, you watch as she grabs the piece of clothing by the hem and starts pulling up. Her belly button comes into your view as she goes on tantalizingly slowly revealing more of her creamy skin to your hungry eyes.

The top then clears past her ribs, and she slows down ever so slightly, keeping you on the edge. You choose to relieve some of the pressure in your crotch yourself by stroking your dick to the unbelievably lewd sight, but Yujin has other plans.

“No, bad boy. Only Noona gets to play with that tonight.” In saying so, she lets go of her top, covering everything she showed you so far, to swat your hands away from masturbating. A deep sense of regret fills you, knowing that only you could be blamed for delaying your pleasure. However, Yujin seems satisfied that you learned your lesson and resumes her striptease.

She reaches a critical point in her teasing, bunching up all of the fabric so far right under her boobs. Her nipples poke through the thin fabric, and you fight the urge to just dive into her tits and ravage them to your heart’s desire. She relishes in the burning gaze you’re subjecting her to, as if getting off to being ogled by her neighbor and best friend. She grows a few shades redder in the face to match yours, but ultimately she pulls her top up past her breasts, freeing them and letting them bounce. With the top now only covering her neck and shoulders, she opts to tease you more:

“Like what you see?” she asks sultrily while winking at you. She cups each of her tits with her hands, presenting them to you, and tweaking her nipples to get them hard for you. Yujin takes her lower lip between her teeth, obviously growing more and more aroused at the thought of letting you take her right then and there.

You try to find some spit in your mouth to swallow, but it’s dry as a desert and you’re left breathless instead. You swear that you could just die right there and be happy with the life you’ve lived so far, and with how your noona is treating you, you just might actually pass.

“Baby boy, I’ll say again: Tell Noona exactly what you need.” Her top finally leaves her body and she shows herself off to you. Her fingers snake through her hair and you’re blessed with an unobstructed view of the most luscious tits you’ve ever seen.

“I want…” You try forcing words out of your mouth again, but Yujin makes the job (and you) so extremely hard. “I want to suck your tits.”

“Not with that attitude, mister. I am your Noona and you will speak to me with respect.” She’s got you now, her deadly scold wringing your neck and cutting off what little airflow your lungs had. You’re left with no choice; submit to her will.

“Yujin-noona, please let me suck your tits, please…” Your tongue hangs out of your mouth, anticipating the imminent pleasure of her boobs on your face. It means the world to you when she places a hand behind your head and pulls you closer.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it, baby boy? Say ahhh…” You follow her command and she gently pushes her left breast into your mouth. Her skin tastes delicious, and her nipple is just the right stiffness to lick and nibble and worship.

She guides you to a more comfortable position, and you find yourself laying down while Yujin is on her side, still with her boob in your mouth, while she pulls your arm towards her right boob to fondle and grope as you please.

“Is my precious baby boy comfy?” she asks much too cutely for what she’s making you do to her. “Yesh noona, ahm conhfy…” you mutter out with your tongue still wrapped around her nipple.

“Good boy…” she moans breathily. While you’re taking your fill of her perfect body, she makes her desires known: she wants you too.

Yujin finds your cock again and strokes it through your pants. “Baby boy, do me a favor, would you?” Her request makes itself apparent with the way she’s reaching under your waistband, and you could do nothing but oblige and strip yourself as quickly as possible of both pants and underwear.

“My perfect baby boy…” Her tone is laced with venom as your musk reaches her nostrils. She places a fingertip on the slit of your cock and spreads your precum all over the head. “What I’d give to do to your cock what you’re doing to my tits right now…”

Her pace speeds up, and while you have half a mind to ask her to slow down, you know you have no right to ask her of that. Instead, you go for the next best thing.

“Yujin-noona,” you surrender, her breast falling out of your mouth and onto your cheek, “could you please let me fuck your pussy?”

She chuckles again, but more evilly this time. “Of course, my sweet baby boy, but you’re gonna have to follow my lead.”

“Anything for you, Noona.”

She places you properly down onto the bed, making sure you’re comfy, and plants a kiss on your cheek. She forces you to watch, with a hand on your cheek guiding your face, as she peels off her shorts to show you more of her skin: her smooth legs, creamy thighs, and plump ass you now have the pleasure to grope as much as she’s willing to let you. She climbs on top of and straddles you, the large wet spot on her pink-and-white striped panties nearly leaking her juices onto her thighs, before she takes your hard and throbbing cock into her hands again.

“Will you be my good baby boy, sweetheart?” She spits into her hand and rubs it all over your dick, causing you to groan in pleasure.

“Yes…” “Yes, what, hmm?”

“... Yes, noona, I’ll be your good baby boy…”

“Perfect, just what I wanted to hear.” She pulls her panties to the side and rubs the head of your cock against her soaked folds. The heat radiating from her sex spurs you on even more, the delayed gratification of slipping into her causing your breaths to heave. Yujin takes on sharp inhales and slow exhales as well each time she teases her clit with your head.

Deciding to finish teasing you, Yujin finally gives you what you’re craving. She sinks down slowly onto your cock, making sure to feel every single vein inside her. Her descent is slow and deliberate and you watch as more and more of your length slips past her pussy lips and into her tight cunt.

“Ffffuck, baby boy, you’re going to split me in half with a cock like this…”

It starts to overwhelm you: the warmth from her slick, the tightness of her cunt, the clenching of her walls against your cock as if desperate for a climax as early as this. You surely want your noona like this for much longer than just a few seconds more, but you’re in absolutely no control at all.

“Baby boy, tell me if you’re close, okay?” You nod furiously, and Yujin drops herself violently onto your crotch, pushing every last inch of your cock into her cunt. “Ah, fuck! Yes, baby boy, fuck me with this thick cock of yours!”

Grab her tiny waist, feel her smooth skin, pull her up ever so slightly. Then, pull her back down onto your dick, feeling her walls clench around you so needily again. The pair of you find a rhythm, and not long after, Yujin herself bounces up and down on your shaft like a pogo stick.

“Shit, baby boy, you feel so fucking good!” She somehow finds little adjustments that push you deeper and deeper into her cunt, and in turn you hit her good spots more and more. It gets progressively more difficult to keep from creampie-ing her right then and there, but you fight for more time to receive her love.

With every thrust into her core, Yujin falters ever so slightly. You notice between her lewd moans and grunts that she’s arching forward, slowly but surely bringing her closer and closer to you. Eventually she gives up trying to stay upright, and she falls forward only to catch herself with her elbows planting deep into the mattress on either side of your head.

“Tempting, no? Hah, hah, come on, my sweet, good baby boy, give ‘em a little suck.” Barely registering the lewd words coming out of her mouth, you take her right nipple in between your teeth. Tug respectfully, but tug hard. The sensation of your teeth on her sensitive nub drives her insane, bringing her to the heights of her pleasure, and somehow even higher still. She lets you know just how blissful she is with groans and pleas you can’t help but indulge.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re killing me! My god, yes, please, harder,” and many more nonsense filler words spill from her mouth while you fill her cunt again and again and again. The more she rides you, the more her sweet and tight cunt leaks her juices all over her bed, causing the wet spot to make itself known to you once it grew big enough under her. At the same time, you struggle harder and harder to get your own body under control, fighting back your orgasm for just a bit more time with her like this, just a bit more.

“N- Noona, it feels so good, you feel so fucking good on my cock, Yujin-noona…” You’re completely at her mercy, and her mercy is heaven. With every bounce she makes on your cock you grow harder and hornier for her, only to be welcomed into what might be the wettest, neediest, fullest pussy in the world. You can’t get enough of her: not your cock pistoning into her cunt and poking at the entrance to her womb, not your mouth sucking and biting desperately at the flesh of her perky tits, not your hands roaming all over her body and groping every part of her you can.

“Baby boy, you’re making Noona feel so fucking good too,” she confesses hazily, and only then you notice that her eyes are falling half–shut and her straining to keep riding you. Her thighs are jiggling with her trembling core, and you figure out that she’s been spraying her girlcum all over your crotch for who knows how long now.

Her pussy only serves your cock so much better now, wetter and slicker and definitely tighter with how her pussy refuses to let you go. The feeling of her hips convulsing against you almost nearly pushes you over the edge yourself, you’re trying so hard to hold off, but she’s so cute and caring, and she’s so fucking hot…

“Noona, I- I’m so fucking close, Noona!” But Yujin is long gone, lost in her continuous orgasm, doomed to keep leaking from her cunt and mouth and riding you without her better judgment to stop. Wherever Yujin is in the confines of her mind must be drowning in pleasure to keep fucking herself on you like this.

You’re gone too, as even though you know it wouldn’t be that hard to pull her tight body off you yourself, you’re completely in love with the idea of cumming just like this. Your cock buried deep inside your friendly neighbor Choi Yujin, who fed you, hung out with you, treated you like a real brother, only to take advantage of her dazed state of mind to paint her velvet walls white with your cum, filling her to the brim with your baby-making seed, subjecting her to the motherhood of your child…

“Baby boy, do it, shoot all of it inside, sweetheart. Fill Noona up. It’s okay.” On primal instinct, you let out a low growl and grip her ass roughly. Only now do you notice how much she was moaning loudly right into your ear, tinnitus ringing a high-pitched and dizzying tone that wouldn’t stop. Your arms and legs burn with how hard and fast you’re manhandling Yujin’s body, fucking her like a wild animal that knew nothing but sex. She hasn’t stopped orgasming, you feel her slick spread more over your crotch. Her elbows finally give out and she collapses onto you, fully vulnerable to you.

“I’m Noona’s good baby boy” is your last thought before your orgasm takes over your mind. Thrust deeper than ever into her core, shoot your seed straight into her womb. Her strained voice makes one final effort to scream her earth-shattering ecstasy as each spurt of your spunk shoves itself into her, eventually forcing her cunt to leak both her and your cum out in globs. You even lose yourself in the throes of pleasure and forget that you might be hurting her; all you need to know is that her body is yours to use and breed as you like. Keep pistoning into her all the while your cock sprays your love deep into her fertile body, one spurt, two, three, five, eight, eleven, before you lose count and just focus on feeling good with your cute and caring noona.

Once the world stops spinning and calms down, you find yourself dizzy and gasping for air through a dry-as-a-desert mouth. With fatigue plaguing every part of your body, you can’t even find the strength to get into a less uncomfortable position. Your eyes try to drift lazily across the ceiling, getting your bearings, but Yujin has one last command for you.

“My sweet baby boy, you did so well for Noona. Get your rest, baby.” She places her hand on your eyes, pushing them shut. She keeps her hand there, making sure you don’t open your eyes again while you feel her lips planting kisses on your face, trailing a line from your cheek to your neck. Finally, she licks and then nibbles your lower lip lightly, rewarding you for doing such a good job.

“B-but what about the mess? And you might get preg–” “Shush now, let Noona worry about that, okay? Sweet dreams, baby boy.”

You stand no chance against her; your fatigue takes over your body and the calmness of the air lulls you into a sense of serenity. As the final nail in the coffin, Yujin refuses to get off of you despite your best attempts at pulling out and pushing her off. Without even realizing it, you fall deep asleep amidst her comforting weight, tender kisses, and soft coos.

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a/n: i went into this fic blind actually. only when I was about half done did I think to check if yujin was actually good at cooking at all but turns out shes not :/

#girl group smut #kpop smut #kep1er smut #clc cmut #choi yujin smut

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eyesthatroll · 6 months

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pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warning(s): cursing, angst(??), not sure what else, not edited

word count: 2.5k

author’s note: not super happy with this, it feels a bit underdeveloped, but i can’t watch it sit in my drafts any longer. i didn’t write this with a part ll in mind, by the way. this was supposed to turn into something else, but that didn’t work out + i lost inspiration so it is what it is. sidenote, if you have any angsty/sad prompts/requests, pls send ‘em in, it’s my favourite thing to write! sending love, —mari

You couldn't help but feel like a creep, huddled in the corner of the dimly lit booth, your gaze fixated on them from across the bar. In front of you, a nearly forgotten gin and tonic sat, its ice cubes melting as you absentmindedly swirl them around with a small black straw. If anyone were to inquire, you'd insist that your attention was solely on the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall behind them, broadcasting a wrestling match you had zero interest in.

You wondered if He was somehow aware of your unwavering gaze fixed upon him from across the room. It crossed your mind that perhaps he was deliberately flirting with the stunning redhead as a sly ploy to put on a spectacle, fully cognizant of your watchful eyes. Did He hope to incite jealousy within you? You nearly chuckled at the absurdity of the idea. The notion of feeling envious over a girl with her hands lightly grazing his arm seemed laughable. After all, just a few days ago, he had been lying naked between the sheets in your bed. So, no, you weren't jealous, and you certainly weren't about to let jealousy rear its head.

Yet, there was a gnawing irritation within you. He had, after all, extended a personal invitation your way, urging you to join him and his teammates for what he touted as their "one last hurrah" before the start of the new season. It irked you that he was lavishing so much attention on someone else, given this context. The annoyance was unmistakably etched across your features. Your poker face had long deserted you, and you didn't care to conceal your disdain. Several drinks deep, with a pleasant buzz now enveloping you, you found yourself in a carefree state where your demeanor wasn't a primary concern.

You eventually shift your gaze from him, an uneasy feeling retreating in your stomach. You instead direct your attention to Baby Hughes, who is engrossed in a game of darts with John. A small smile graces your lips as the younger boy, with his earnest enthusiasm, throws a dart that sails far wide of the board, disappearing into some unseen corner. John throws his head back in laughter, and it's evident that he's playfully ribbing Luke, who responds with a melodramatic explanation for his errant throw, punctuating with wild hand gestures. You contemplate joining them, when a towering figure looms over you, casting a shadow that demands your immediate notice.

"Is this seat taken?" You find yourself under the scrutiny of a tall, attractive blonde who's looking down at you. A hopeful smile adorns his lips, revealing dimples that only add to his charm. His right hand holds a beer, while the other rests casually at the nape of his neck, lightly tugging the hair. Your eyes travel appreciatively from his warm gaze, down his well-dressed figure. Blondie sported black slacks that complement a maroon long-sleeve dress shirt neatly tucked in, with the top buttons lazily undone, revealing a small, glimmering gold cross. The choice of attire piqued your curiosity; he seemed a bit overdressed for a local, family owned bar.

Your minds flickers back to Him, and you contemplate stealing a quick glance in his direction to see if he's still in conversation that girl. However, you are somewhat physically trapped behind the man standing in front of you, preventing any discreet surveillance without making your intentions obvious. Opting for a polite smile instead, you gesture with a welcoming hand for the handsome stranger to take the seat in front of you.

You observe the visible sigh of relief escaping him, his eyes momentarily betraying his unease. With a sheepish smile, he gently places his drink on the table and eases himself into the booth.

His voice, raspy and honestly deeper than you expected, breaks the silence. "I'm Anthony, by the way." He extends his hand toward you, but halts for a moment, perhaps feeling slightly awkward at the formality.

You respond with a light chuckle, reaching out to meet his hand with yours for a firm handshake. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you."

The conversation with Anthony flows effortlessly, each word weaving a tapestry of connection that unravels the initial awkwardness. You discover that he's in town for a friend's wedding, which explains the formal attire, and that he's a native Rhode Islander. He confesses his nervousness about approaching you, and when you jest about whether it's due to your so-called "resting bitch face," he denies it vehemently.

He smiles, his eyes sincere as he offers, "It's always a bit nerve-wracking to approach the most beautiful girl in the room."

You can't help but snort at his compliment, your hand quickly covering your mouth in embarrassment.

Unbeknownst to you, your surprised snort captures His attention, and his head snaps in your direction, drawn by the sound of your voice cutting through the bar's lively atmosphere. His gaze lowers at the sight of a guy in front of you, and the smile on your lips as you laugh again at something he's said. He watches, as the guy's hand moves to rest on yours, and his jaw tightens, his mind racing with questions about what could possibly be so amusing in your conversation.

"Jack, are you listening to me?" A manicured hand slides into his view, weaving through the air in a bid to recapture his attention. Clearing his throat, he absentmindedly runs a hand through his unruly brown locks before reluctantly refocusing his eyes on the redhead before him. She beams at him, her lips quickly resuming what she had been saying before his lost concentration. The truth was, he hadn't been listening to her at all.

He can't focus on her words, not with the image of you and that guy now engraved into his mind. The mere thought consumes his every breath, causing him to bite at his bottom lip out of agitation. He racks his brain for a way to gracefully escape the everlasting conversation with the redhead, and as if on cue, the universe seems to answer his silent plea, when the girl in front of him glances at the clock. Her eyes widen in alarm as she realizes the time.

"Shit, I didn't realize it was this late. I've got to get going," she apologized, her lips forming a slight pout. Jack sends her a reassuring smile, nodding his head in understanding.

"It's cool, it was fun while it lasted," He replies plainly, standing up from his barstool with a nod.

She frowns, mirroring his actions. "Did you want to maybe exchange numbers, or something?" Her voice holds a glimmer of hope.

He pauses, pretending to think for a moment, even though he doesn't really need to as the answer was always going to be the same. "No, sorry. Have a good night, Isla."

You don't even notice Him walking over to you, too consumed in the vibrant conversation that you shared with the man in front of you. It's only when Anthony's gaze travels past your head, his lips pausing mid sentence, that you finally catch sight of him. You follow Anthony's gaze, angling your body around in the small booth.

You open your mouth to speak, but His cold palms cup your cheeks, drawing you into a passionate, yet utterly unexpected and somewhat unwelcome kiss. Your eyes widen, caught off guard, and your lips don't have time to react before he gently pulls away. His fingers tenderly brush aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen across your face, and he looks down at you with an innocent smile. "Hi, my love. Is everything okay?"

You're too dumbfounded to formulate a response, still struggling to register what just transpired as Jack gently nudges you aside and smoothly settles into the booth next to you. As you lock eyes with Anthony, it's evident he feels extremely uncomfortable, his gaze darting uneasily between you and Jack.

"Hey, man. How's it goin'?" Jack asks with a casual grin, his tone laid-back as he eases into the booth. His arm naturally drapes around your shoulders, as if it's a habitual gesture that's been repeated countless times. You go to shrug him off, but his grasp tightens, pulling you even closer against his side.

"Hey... hi," Anthony's gaze leaves Jack, focusing solely on you as he speaks again. "You didn't say you had a..."

Jack interjects, cutting off Anthony before he can finish his sentence. "Boyfriend? Yeah, she does."

Your elbow makes sharp contact with Jack's side, prompting a quick release of his arm from around your shoulder. He winces, but swiftly regains his composure, though not without a slight scoff escaping his lips. "He's not my boyfriend."

"You weren't saying that last night?" Jack didn't come to yours last night, and even if he had, he was the one requesting that whatever was happening between the two of you to remain casual.

I don't have time for a full blown relationship, he said.

All of my focus needs to be on hockey, he said.

Things are fine as they are, let's not ruin it, he said.

And what? He gets to flirt and fuck around with as many puck bunnies as he wants, but the minute you try and do the same, it's suddenly a problem? Not only was he not your boyfriend, but he didn't even want to be, he had no right to get jealous. And he especially had no right to rush over here and kiss you the way he did.

You pivot towards Jack, your fury emanating from every pore. His T-zone area has a faint reddish tint, and his breaths come fast and heavy. "Aren't you busy entertaining Jessica Rabbit?"

He tilts his head back in laughter at your nickname for the redhead he's been conversing with all night. Clearing his throat to regain composure, he gazes at you with a grin, teeth lightly grazing his lower lip as he tries to suppress a smirk that manages to break free regardless. "Jealous?"

You scoff, an incredulous look overtaking your face as you stumble over your words at his accusation. "Me? Jealous? Jealous of what? Listening to you talk about yourself for an hour? God, you're so full of it."

"Wouldn't you like to be?" He mumbles under his breath.

His perverted insinuation prompts a gasp to escape your lips, and your face ignites with embarrassment. Anthony's eyes are locked on the awkward exchange, his expression a mixture of horror and discomfort. You hurriedly bring your hands to your face, rubbing your eyes intensely, yearning for this nightmarish moment to come to an end.

"I don't... I don't know what's happening," he stammers, slipping out of the booth to rise to his feet. Anthony takes a final sip of his beer, his head shaking in disbelief. "But clearly, there's... something between the two of you."

You find yourself at a loss for words because, in a way, he isn't entirely wrong. You and Jack weren't in a defined relationship, but there was undoubtedly something brewing between the two of you, despite both of you attempting to ignore it. It wouldn't be right to involve Anthony in the midst of your complicated situation, no matter how appealing and genuine he seems.

"I'm sorry." You apologize.

He shakes his head. "It's alright. It was nice to meet you, Y/N. Maybe I'll see you around." With those words, he walks away from your table, heading toward the exit.

Jack shifts next to you, a content sigh escaping his lips. "He seemed nice."

"What's your problem?!" You hiss, jabbing your finger into his chest. "You invite me out with you and then completely ignore me the whole night? What the fuck, Jack!"

He meets your intensity head-on, responding in self-defense. "You started it!"

"How, Jack, how? How did I start it?"

"You were flirting with Dawson!"

A scoff escapes your lips, followed by an incredulous laugh. "I was not flirting with Dawson!"

You needed to escape the bar. The conversation had spiraled into a heated exchange, and the air in the crowded space felt increasingly suffocating. You were determined not to create a scene, but it was clear that staying any longer would only escalate tensions.

Without hesitation, you start pushing Jack, who reluctantly lets his body be forced out of the booth. He struggles to regain his footing as you forcefully move past him, heading straight for the exit.

As you pass through the door and step outside, the brisk New Jersey air envelopes you, offering a welcome contrast to the heated atmosphere inside. The chill grazes your exposed skin, providing a refreshing respite from the intense emotions swirling within. Jack hastily follows you, his fingers gripping your arm in an attempt to halt your departure, but you had no intention of walking away this time.

You pivot to confront him, your gaze unwavering and filled with a determination that mirrored the intensity in his own eyes, which held an enigmatic spark you couldn't quite decipher.

"It's not fair," you assert, your hands gently settling on his chest, seeking the warmth of his presence. He remains silent, leaving you to fill the void with your thoughts and emotions, or leave, and say nothing.

You stand there, torn between two choices. The option to say nothing and simply walk away, leaving behind all the headaches, the arguments, and the pettiness, but also bidding farewell to the good days, the shared laughs, and the nights spent wrapped up in each other. It's a choice to say goodbye to Jack Hughes, the one who has become the only constant in your life for the past three months.

Or the second choice, the most daunting path to take. It's the option where you stand in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest, and confess everything you've been holding in. To leave it all on the floor, a vulnerable offering for him to accept or decline. It's the scariest option of all, baring your heart to the boy on the hockey team, even after he's made it clear many times that he isn't looking for anything serious.

"We're not exclusive, Jack." You begin. "You can't keep swooping in and acting like you have some sort of ownership over me when you don't even want to be my boyfriend."

He waits, the stillness between you heavy with unspoken words, expectancy etched across his features. When your silence lingers, he takes the initiative. "Let me take you home," he offers.

"Either you want me, only me, or I'm done."

He pressures. "Let me take you home."

"Give me an answer!"

He sighs, a deep and exasperated sound, his fingers instinctively tangling in the roots of his hair as he grapples with the complexity of the situation. "I can't give you the answer you want."

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes x you #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fanfiction

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linphd · 1 year

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Taking care of their baby alone | Headcanons

gender neutral

-> It had been around 6 months your baby was born, but it was the first time he had to take care of them alone, you being ready to return to your hero duties.

-> (S/N) is son’s name, (D/N) is daughter’s name. Obviously the students are now adults and pros.

-> Dabi, Eijiro Kirishima, Fumikage Tokoyami.

Touya Todoroki | Dabi

Sure, he had been rehabilitated and was now watched by his father as a way to show society that no, he wasn’t a villain anymore. And sure, he had had a kid with you, Endeavor’s favorite trainee. But he just… couldn’t take care of a baby alone after all these years !

(S/N) had been a surprise for the both of you. And at first, Dabi wanted to get rid of it. But he realized… he could give this kid what he would have wanted. He could break the cycle. So he decided, after all, he needed another proof of his rehabilitation and he had secretly been wishing for a loving family.

But (S/N) was crying right now. He had been okay playing with his little cubes for a while, and liking whatever Dabi was watching on TV. But right now, it wasn’t time to eat but the baby was crying. « I… I don’t know what you want, I’m sorry ! » the man said, picking him up.

After some minutes, Dabi’s pleas turned more into threats. « Listen little shit, I have to prove to your mom/dad that I’m responsible enough to take care of you and I wanna be a good dad, but you’re not helping ! » Unsurprisingly, it didn’t help.

That’s when the man remembered this movie Toga and Twice would cry watching it, the father would sing a lullaby to his kid. It was the only thing that Dabi actually remembered from the movie, cause he had secretly been listening to the song a few times after, wishing his father would have been this loving.

He decided to give it a go. « The monster’s gone, he’s on the run. And your daddy’s here. » he started singing in a faint and low voice, while bouncing (S/N) slowly. The little copy of him started calming a bit. « Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful… » he continued, kissing his forehead. « Beautiful boy. »

After repeating the same chorus over and over for quite some time, the toddler fell asleep. Dabi looked at him, smiling to himself. He was a rather good dad ! He could take care of his baby ! His baby that looked just like him before his own dad abandoned him ! He put him to his crib, finishing his show while waiting for you to come back.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima was always sad when he had to do some hero work, leaving his little (S/N) behind, even with you. But this time, it had been decided that you would be the one going to work and him taking care of the baby. And he was so excited about it.

« Hey, I always take care of you with mommy/daddy. Me alone won’t change much, right ? » The baby stared at him, his eyes wide opened… and immediately started crying. The man picked him up, already harassing him with kisses and hugs.

« I know, it’s the first time they’re going away without youuuuu ! I miss them too every time they’re not here. » he said, hushing the baby. But it didn’t last long. He tried everything ; giving him food, checking his diaper, putting him in his crib… but nothing worked.

« … We’re so alike. (Y/N) always says we’re so alike physically and mentally and I would laugh it off but they’re right. I feel like that too, when they’re not here with me. » he said, dramatically. « But it’s not manly to make them feel bad about it, right ? »

And then he realized ; he had caught you singing rather quietly to (S/N), to make him fall asleep. He knew you thought he didn’t know, but he would just never admit he had heard you. Maybe a little lullaby would help ? So he picked his son up, hugging him close and tight.

« My baby, my baby… » he started, trying to sound as good as possible -he was a horrible singer. And even though he thought that his horrible singing would just make his baby yell louder, it actually seemed to catch his attention immediately.

« You’re my baby, say it to me. » the rest of the song wasn’t that cute, but Kirishima guessed it was the calming melody that his son liked. You never really sung the whole song anyways, your son falling asleep quite fast after the first notes -which happened with him too. He smiled, putting him in his crib, spamming his friends with pictures of him after that.

Fumikage Tokoyami

Tokoyami was really insecure about taking care of your daughter alone. Sure, he had been a good dad with you around as well, but all alone ?! « You’re never really alone anyways, Dark Shadow’s here, right ? » you had told him, which only made him reply : « You trust Dark Shadow with a baby ?! »

But here he was, reading a book next to his toddler who was asleep. He would caress her hair from time to time when she seemed to hum or move in her sleep -like you would often do- but nothing really out of the extraordinary was happening. That made him confident.

Talked too fast, right ? Yeah. (D/N) woke up, silently looking at her dad. He smiled at her, patting her head, waiting for her to do something that would scare him. He didn’t have to wait for long, since as soon as she realized you weren’t there, she started whining.

Tokoyami immediately picked her up, hugging her. « I knoooow, I miss mom/dad too. Come here. » he said, humming a bit to her in hope it would calm her down. While changing how he carried her as the position felt uncomfortable after quite some time, he briefly made her touch his beak.

That’s when he realized, she had stopped crying. « Oh ? Is it my beak ? You liked it ? » he said, holding her in front of his face. (D/N) stared at him for quite some time before being attracted by his beak. Slowly, she touched it and smiled. Hearing her father chuckle, she actually started laughing as well.

« Yeah ! You like dad’s beak ! » he said, Dark Shadow peaking out in the process. « Hey ! (D/N) baby ! I wanted to see how you were doing with her… and I… also… missed her…. » he confessed. Tokoyami only nodded, trying to find what to do with a baby this young.

And that’s how you came back home to two sleeping figures, on top of each other. Tokoyami was holding a random baby book and you wondered if (D/N) had really been interested in her dad’s reading. Still, they had seem to have had a good day, so you were relieved that your husband had gone past his fear.

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cathode-raygirl · 2 months

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Salvation for a Broken Bot Chapter 2: Reconstruction

4MB-3R wakes up to find a pretty girl repairing it, but that’s not the only surprise in store for it

You don’t technically need to have read chapter 1 but there’s a link to it here

This chapter is also sfw, I was expecting to get to the nsfw parts but I ended up focusing on exploring gender and characterisation instead. Next time >:3 (Even though its sfw, 18+ only because i WILL take this in an nsfw route)

If you have any questions or feedback feel free to comment or send me an ask!

4MB-3R-0069196 awoke suddenly with no sense of sight, hearing, or even control of its limbs. Completely alone with its thoughts, desperately wondering what was going on and how it got like this.

It began by running a simple diagnostics check, discovering to its horror that almost all of its major components had either failed, or were seemingly no longer connected. Perhaps there had been some kind of accident. A car crash? But then it wouldn’t be awake right now. Not only that, it seemed like it was currently running on a different power supply unit to normal.

4MB-3R checked its recent logs and memories. Nothing of note there. Seems like it had been called to a meeting with Miss Clayton (An honour!!!!!) and…. Whatever had happened to it then had disabled its ability to save memories to disk.

After a few minutes of contemplation, it felt a strange sensation. It almost felt like… Something touching its face? But according to the diagnostics checks it no longer *had* a face. Then suddenly it felt something connecting to it and… Vision!

4MB-3R scanned its surroundings. It appeared to be inside a workshop. Or rather… A living room that had been converted into a workshop. Several large shelves full of various parts lined the walls of this peculiar room, while tools and cables lay strewn across the carpeted floor. Directly in front of 4MB-3R’s field of vision, a large mirror was propped up against the wall. Looking through it, the android could see what it assumed was its body.

The delicate silicon panels had been removed from its frame, exposing the bare metal chassis underneath. Instead of being connected to an official Ashdown charging station, a long, thick cable connected 4MB-3R to a standard wall socket. Strangest of all, its head seemed to have been replaced by a television, which was currently displaying several question marks against a black background. A webcam was mounted on top of the television, which 4MB-3R assumed was what was providing it with its new sense of vision.

A human approached 4MB-3R, carrying a small metal cube. She looked like she was in her mid twenties, and had a pretty, freckled face, with pink hair, which was currently tied up into a bun. She was wearing a long, black shirt with a drawing of a cat on it, and seemingly nothing else.

She’s beautiful, 4MB-3R thought to itself, staring at her intently through the webcam. To its horror, it noticed that the television attached to its body now displayed those words. Could it be… displaying its thoughts?

The girl moved the webcam onto the table, making sure to angle it so that 4MB-3R could see what she was doing, and carefully tipped the television onto its side. Reaching into the innards of the device, she began rummaging around until she found a long, red cable. She blew on the connector, which caused 4MB-3R to feel a tingling sensation, and plugged it into the box she had carried into the room. After a second, 4MB-3R could suddenly hear again!

The whirring of fans, the sounds of the girl screwing the speaker into the tv, the woman’s gentle breathing, the sound of traffic in the distance, the rain outside against the glass of a nearby window, it all came rushing into her sensors at once, almost overwhelming her but not quite.

The girl seemed to notice this, and stroked the screen tenderly.

“Don’t worry, you’re doing so well for me! I know this must be super scary for you” said the girl in a tender voice while stroking the screen, clearly noticing 4MB-3R’s anxiety. Her touch felt good, yet despite this the android wondered how it could possibly feel someone’s touch through a sheet of solid glass. Was it due to the static electricity?

The girl set the television back on the correct side. “You must have a lot of questions right now! I know I would. I’m going to try and find a vocal synthesiser for you, but in the meantime I can read what’s on your screen. What’s your name? Mine is Rose”

That’s such a pretty name, 4MB-3R thought, before realising its every thought was being broadcasted for Rose to see.

“Oh thank you!!!” Rose said, beaming “I chose it myself”

What is my name, 4MB-3R wondered. It had always been referred to as its serial number, 4MB-3R-0069196, or simply as “the bot”. Did it even want a name? 4MB-3R is fine, it thought at last, underlining the name several times on the screen.

“How is that pronounced?”

It’d probably be easier to tell you once you find a vocal synthesiser, 4MB-3R thought, before suddenly freaking out over how impatient that sounded.

“Don’t worry about that! I can’t imagine how weird it probably feels for you right now”

Rose stood up and began inspecting a nearby shelf. “I’m sure there’s one here somewhere… Although it.. You might not like it. It’s quite extreme.”

4MB-3R wondered to itself how a voice could possibly sound extreme, as Rose fished the box from a bucket on one of the lower shelves. It was the size of her thumb, and was made of a frosted, pink plastic.

Rose tilted the television on its side again, and began poking around. This time she had forgotten to move the webcam aside in her excitement, so 4MB-3R had no idea what she was doing in there.

“This might feel a bit weird at first” she said at last, and plugged the box into the bot’s motherboard. “Try and focus on saying something simple. Like your name”

“H-heLLO. M-my name is 4MB-3R” it stuttered out. The voice was…. Definitely extreme. It was high pitched, robotic, and the speakers in the television had definitely seen better days. But most importantly of all, it had a strong feminine feeling to it.

“Sorry about that. I salvaged it from a kids toy, I know it’s not great. I can try and buy a new one tomorrow!”

“No it’s… I like it! It has personality to it. My old voice just felt dull and boring. This feels right to me.” 4MB-3R replied, as its screen became covered in pink hearts again.

“Well as long as you’re okay with it, that’s fine by me,” Rose replied, sifting through a box of tools and retrieving a screwdriver, “I just kindof assumed you’d hate it since you look like you’re one of the androgynous models”

“Well I…” 4MB-3R stopped talking almost as soon as it started, struggling to put its thoughts into words. As delivery drivers, the 4MB units had been designed to look as androgynous and unremarkable as possible. 4MB-3R had often found itself envying the slender, feminine frames of the 4NN units that were responsible for interacting with the mostly male customer base. Was it just jealous of the attention they got or… was there something else to it?

“I think I prefer feminine”, 4MB-3R said at last

“Well… I need to replace the plating on your chassis anyway so… What if I made you look more feminine, too?”

The fans within 4MB-3R’s head began whirring with excitement. At Ashdown, any modification was banned, even something as simple as putting sitckers on your panels. The thought of being able to do body modification, something that 4MB-3R wouldn’t consider even in its wildest dreams, filled it with an indescribably joy.

“I’d love that more than anything in the world”, 4MB-3R said at last, her screen filling with pink hearts once again.

#my writing #ashdown logistics #robot girl #robogirl #robotgirl #robot maintenance

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strange-august · 1 year

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Tag Yourself as Aesthetics I resonate with

Changelingcore: Broken insect wings, wildflower meadows, catching tadpoles, lingering mist after it rains, wet shoes from the damp grass, the feeling of moss under your hands, collection of strange trinkets and objects, taking your stuffed animals on adventures, doodling on your clothes, busy hands, wading knee deep into a lake, screaming into the air to ease frustration, organizing and reorganizing your treasures, bird calls, animal howls, digging in the mud, chewing on your lip until it bleeds, bruises and scrapes, the urge to live in the woods and never return to regular society, knotted hair, forest shrines, putting flower blossoms in your hair, flooded swampy areas, jumping from short cliffs

Suburban Gothic: Hot muggy air sticking to your skin, the buzz of florescent lights, flickering street lights, budget popsicles, late night drug store visits, muffled arguments, an old clock ticking, guady wallpaper, gossamer curtains, dusty cotton sheets, faded quilts, dog barkings, milkshakes in an empty diner, broken windows and graffiti, abandoned train tracks, 24/7 laundromats, rusty swingsets, shadowy silhouettes, semi-abandoned malls, sounds of far off traffic and train horns, driving around at night while soft music plays on the radio, tv static, junk yards and pick-n-pulls, holding hands with a stranger, urban legends, varsity jackets, broken glass on the road, crumbling buildings, local television channels

Cuddle Party: Excited giggles and hushed whispers, condensation on drinkware, running through an empty field hollering and whooping in the dead of night, sitting on the porch in rocking chairs, drunken "I love you"s, old cartoons, classic disney movies, five dollar pizza and breadsticks, singing out loud in the car, finding new places to explore, county fairs and arcade visits, eating fair food and screaming your lungs out on rides, trying to earn as many tickets at the arcade and still winning cheap prizes, being the last one to fall asleep, casually sleeping all together in the same bed, holding hands in crowds, if one of us isn't having a good time none of us are, wondering how long these days will last

Cryptid Academia: Listening to video essays while sketching cryptids, exploring abandoned buildings (legally and illegally), pocket knives, blackout curtains, newspaper clippings, viewing the night sky through a telescope, visiting natural history or science museums, old typewriters, info dumping conspiracy theories on friends, making plans to investigate that never come to fruition, tearing yet another hole into your clothes climbing over fences, shoddily patched up clothes, keychains and aluminum pins, novelty socks, analog watches, Buzzfeed Unsolved, cryptid podcasts, sprint training so you can outrun whatever is chasing you, rubiks cubes, sore fingers from mending, thrift shopping, essays only about cryptids

Desertwave: Billowing winds, sandstorms, wind chimes and suncatchers, succulents in handmade clay pots, aloe vera plants on the kitchen windowsill, the distant howl of a coyote, faded winnebagos, the soft hiss of patio misters, campsites and trailer parks, large rock formations covered in graffiti, picking up trash, the crackle of a bonfire, cacti and joshua trees in the backyard, never getting the sand completely out of your shoes, dusty clothes, laying in a hammock watching the stars, water balloon fights, hot springs, mexican ice cream bars, rocky desert mountains, plots of sand and plants that stretch on as far as the eye can see

#tag yourself #types of people #aesthetic #changelingcore #suburban gothic #desertwave #cuddle party #cryptid academia #mine #augies-posts

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 2 years

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Task Force 141 Mostly Random and Domestic Head Cannons

Here are few questionable head cannons of the boys that nobody asked for that I came up with on a whim cuz I can't sleep.

💰 Captain Price 💰

Price can play saxophone and trumpet. More towards the saxophone. He has a collection of Kenny G album vinnyl disks that he'd play in his house.

He has a calico cat named Greg.

Collects watches as a hobby, from the antiques to the modern ones.

Supports Liverpool and sometimes would catch their matches on TV. Not a crazy fan like Ghost and Gaz though.

King of Poker. Nobody in the task force can beat him.

🇬🇧 Kyle "Gaz" Garrick 🇬🇧

That one British dude who likes coffee more than tea.

Fan of Arsenal. Actual Gooner who has posters and mugs with Arsenal logo printed on them.

Earlier of his teenage days, Gaz randomly wanted to learn beatbox. He got good at it and would often show it off to his friends. Over time, he lost interest in it and forgot about it. If you ask him to do some beatboxing he can still do it, but you gotta wait for it for the muscle memory to come back.

Arguably the most fashionable man in 141. When off-duty he'd show up with drip. His effortless swag goes along with any clothes.

🧼 Soap 🧼

Learned music theory and actually was a member of his high school vocal group and church choir, Soap has a beautiful barritone voice that can belt out "Why Do The Nations So Furiously Rage" by Handel and "My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose."

INVESTED in Eurovision. Would watch every country's song and critiques each one. Could go MAD about it.

Definitely the dude who sings in showers.

Fan of Take That. He dreamed of singing Million Love Songs to his one true love.

Idk why but I feel like Soap is that guy who can solve rubik's cube.

💀 Ghost 💀

Actual fan of Machester City. Would fight other clubs' fans if they're losing on TV and would 100% stomp on them.

Proficient bass guitar player. Can definitely slap.

Ghost can sew. In fact, he costumizes all his skeleton attributes himself. From numbers of masks to gloves, he made it all himself.

Watches Anime. He watches the classic shounen animes like Naruto, One Piece, and Dragon Ball. He likes the actions and the thrill of it.

CLEAN FREAK. Contrary to his rugged look and personality he always keep his belongings clean and neat.

🦵 Alex Echo 3-1 🦿

Another one of idk why but I feel like Alex's real name is Alexander Hamilton. His parents were either a historian or a musical enthusiast, no in between.

Watches NFL. Idolizes Tom Brady as the god-quarterback. In fact he ALMOST got drafted into NFL but got into the millitary instead.

Plays Tekken on a daily basis and unexpectedly mains Yoshimitsu for his eccentric design and moves.

Alex got a full-sleeve tattoo on both arms to cover the cigarette stick burns he got during his millitary days.

Skilled in playing the guitar. His fingerstyles are GODLY.

Alex sometimes sketch a few doodles on his journal.

🦗 Roach 🦗

Owns a grey Great Dane named Ms. Bella Donna, who's apparently oblivious of her size and a total lap dog. She'd leap at Roach when he gets home after deployment.

A fan of the Star Wars franchise. Major fan of Darth Vader and would quote him every chance he got. Collects figurines of Vader and Maul and even plays Star Wars : Battlefront.

True to his name, Roach isn't afraid of cockroaches, or any animal, really. Gary is the Task Force 141's #1 animal control man.

Roach can play the drum. He had a drum kit given to him by his parents as a kid and started doing them as a hobby.

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There it goes! This is the result of my domestic-HC-cravings which I decided to indulge myself. Feel free to add more LOL ◉‿◉

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issie-https · 1 year

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A-Z Headcanons

Izzy Stradlin X Reader Headcanons

A/n: Izzy is my babygirl(he’s like 3 times my age). Anyways, last headcanon for the week(probably).

Word count: 1001

Warnings: Smut!!!

Masterlist

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He doesn't hate it but he prefers to cuddle and watch tv or have a smoke together.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

He loves his nose. He loves having you sit on his face because he can just devour you from there and oh lord, is it good.

His favourite part of you is your mouth. Same as Slash, he loves to fuck your mouth until you're tapping on his thigh for air.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

Cannot decide on whether he loves to cum everywhere or whether he'd rather cum inside you. Probably a bit of both, depends on if he's feeling possessive or not.

D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Around the other guys or in public, Izzy is quiet and yk, seems like he doesn't like much. But in the bedroom(or wherever you decide to fuck), he's loud, loving and everything else in between.

E - Experience (how experienced are they)

Very experienced. All I'm gonna say.

F - Favorite Position (self explanatory)

From behind. Whether it be doggy, you bent over something, etc. . Cannot convince me otherwise.

G - Goofy (are they more silly or serious in the moment)

Serious. Like, he takes sex seriously. Not like a task or anything like that but he definitely prefers it to be serious but if you're both drunk or high(or both), a few giggles will be let out.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they)

He's fairly trimmed because I don't feel like he wants a bush but also doesn't want to be fully shaven.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

It's rough most of the time but every so often(or if you specifically ask), he can be so fucking romantic.

J - Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Hear me out...

He comes home from the studio and hears your moans from the bedroom so he walks in and sees you fingering yourself and boy, are you IN for it.

(Yes, reverse version of Duffs. Shut up.)

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking, bondage, dacryphilia, temperature play(ice cubes) and some other stuff. This man is down for anything. I think he’d be into cnc but it’s not his number one kink.

L - Location (favorite place to do the do)

Kitchen(bending you over the counter), Living room(bending you over the sofa). Basically anywhere he can bend you over something.

M - Motivation (what gets them going)

Anything. This man is quiet in the streets, and a freak in she sheets.

N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs)

Not much but he isn’t into knife play. He doesn’t like the idea of possibly causing permanent damage to you.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills)

Edges you with his tongue until you’re a whimpering mess under him.

If you’re the one giving head, he’s holding your head down so he’s hitting the back of your throat and your tears are running down your cheeks.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual)

Fast and rough king. He loves pounding into you because of how loud you get for him. If you want a soft night, he’d be okay with it but the next night you fuck, he’s going twice as hard.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex)

Prefers long fuck sessions but won’t turn down a quickie because the less time you have, the quicker he goes and as mentioned above, fast and rough king.

R - Risk (are they game to experiment)

Yes but prefers to stick to what youse usually do. But yeah, if you wanna try something new, he’s down asf.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

3-4 rounds for about 30-45 minutes each round(wow that was randomly specific Jesus). But despite that, he could go all night gladly.

T - Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Y.E.S. Butt plugs, vibrators, ropes, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, etc. . I don’t think he’d use them on himself, like at all. But he uses them on you often. He also probably has some vibrating panties that he makes you wear in public because he loves teasing you.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

As said like 8 words ago, he LOVES to tease you. He’s a little fucker for teasing you. Wherever, whenever(we’re meant to be together(shakira)), he can tease you, he’s going to tease you and so much until you’re literally crying and begging for him to fuck you.

V - Volume (how loud are they)

Not too loud himself but loves when you get vocal. Loves to hear you beg for him in anyway. He also likes when you’re at that point of just babbling because you’re so fucked out to form actual words or sentences.

W - Wild Card (get a random headcanon)

You and him have a sex tape(not a Pam & Tommy situation. Just saying). It started off as a joke between you both but at some point, you talked it over and decided to actually do it so you(and by you, I mean him) can watch it when he’s on tour.

X - X-Ray (let's see what's going on in those pants)

Not giant but not tiny. I’m saying 5-7 inches because we all know that it’s not the size that counts but how well they use it(at least for me that is).

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Horny/dtf 24/7. He won’t always fuck you but you know he’s always horny.

Z - ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

Literally never sleeps. Jk but you will have a full nap/sleep and he’s still awake(and smoking a cig because it’s Izzy Stradlin we’re talking about). I feel like he loves to watch you sleep but not in a sexual way(sometimes, yk, cnc).

#guns n roses #gnr #izzy gnr #izzy stradlin imagine #slash gnr #axl gnr #duff gnr #steven gnr #axl rose imagine #duff mckagan imagine

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adhbombus · 1 year

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I uhhh drew all of them, and made them all queer. They're all asexual btw. More under the cut

Exitors

8-Ball - Aromantic Panagender Any/None

Bracelety - Homoaesthetic Sapphic She/Her

David - Nameself It/David

Dora - Non-Binary Lesbian She/It

Firey Jr. - Transfeminine Lesbian She/Her

Liy - Abromantic She/Her

Match - Transfeminine Polyamorous Lesbian Demigirl She/It/Ze

Pencil - Polyamorous Transmasculine Lesbian She/Co

Roboty - Orchidromantic Gendervoid He/ Ey

Stapy - Heteroflexible Transmasculine He/Him

Have Cots

Balloony - Biromantic He/Him

Bubble - Polyamorous Transneutral Xenic Lesbian She/Voi

Gelatin - Aromantic Lovequeer Slimesilly (coined by me, a combo of sillygender and googeneder) He/Squish

Leafy - Panromantic She/Her

Lollipop - Transfeminine Lovequeer She/They

Ruby - Polyamorous Lesbian She/Her

Teardrop - Cassromantic Lovequeer Quiogirl She/Shem

Team8s

Barf Bag - Transneutral Lesbian She/Her

Coiny - Polyamorous Biromantic Transmasculine He/Him

Donut - Biromantic He/Him

Gatey - Transfeminine Lesbian She/Her

Needle - Lesbian She/Her

Pin - Polyamorous Transfeminine Biromantic Demigirl She/Her

Saw - Tomboy Lesbian She/Her

The Strongest Team on Earth

Basketball - Transfeminine Aromantic She/Her

Bell - Platoniromantic Lesbian She/Her

Eggy - Panromantic She/Her

Foldy - Homoflexible - She/Her

Grassy - Child He/Grassy

Robot Flower - Moongender Sapphic She/It/Lun

Snowball - Polyamorous Achillean He/Him

Death P.A.C.T. Again

Black Hole - Polyamorous Panromantic Neutrois He/It

Fanny - Transmasculine Polyamorous Agender Lesbian She/Her

Lightning - Transmasculine Ambiamorous Aegoromantic He/They

Marker - Agender Panaesthetic Oriented Aroace - He/She/It

Pie - Polyamorous Cassromantic Cassgender - She/He

Remote - Lovequeer Polyamorous Queerplatonic Abromantic Librafeminine She/He/It

Tree - Demiromantic Polyamorous He/Fall

Have Nots

Blocky - Polyamorous Gay Bear He/Him

Firey - Biromantic Polyamorous He/Him

Flower - Ambiamorous Lesbian She/Her

Loser - Non-Binary Companionate He/She

Spongey - Aromantic Panalterous He/Him

Taco - Transfeminine Lesbian She/Her

Woody - Non-Binary Uranian He/It

Just Not

Bomby - Paramasculine Librafeminine Panromantic She/He

Book - Agender Biromantic Polyamorous She/Her

Cake - Transmasculine Gender Non Conforming Femboy Vincian He/Him

Naily - Sapphic Catgender Paragirl She/Nya

Nickel - Aromantic Genderfluid He/Any

Pillow - Lunarian Lesbian She/Thon

Price Tag - Catgender Non-Binary Trixic They/Nya

The S!

Bottle - Polyamorous Omniromantic She/Her

Clock - Non-Binary Transfeminine Trixic He/Him

Cloudy - Transmasculine Oriented Aroace Magpiehoarder

Ice Cube - Polyamorous Poyromantic She/Her

Rocky - Child He/It

Winner - Agender Neptunic They/Them

Yellow Face - Omniromantic Non-Binary He/It

Are You Okay?

Eraser - Polyamorous Homoromantic He/Him

Fries - Quioromantic Queerplatonic - He/They

Golf Ball - Transfeminine Biromantic She/Her

Pen - Polyamorous Transmasculine Uranic - He/Him

Puffball - Queerplatonic Librafeminine - She/They/It

Tennis Ball - Transneutral Biromantic He/Him

TV - Aromantic Agender He/It

Hosts (and Profiley)

Announcer - Genderless Aromantic Bootian - He/Him

Four - Agender Googender Polyromantic - He/They/It

Profile Picture - Non-Binary Queerplatonic Polyromantic They/Them

Purple Face - Anattractional Specrum Hazardgender Cringecoric He/It

Two - Neurocollector Questioning They/She(?)

X - Non-Binary Autigender Genderfluffy Demiromantic He/They/She

The Bg color for the las one is taken from the last scene we have with the four bfb hosts (x is in the stinger but yk what i mean) the color us the same as the wooden boards on the "next season???" sign

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sevendeadlyyamis · 1 month

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BFDI Ethnicity HCs

Why? I just feel like it.

Characters will be sorted in alphabetical order in their post-split BFB and TPOT teams (And also the exitors):

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Note: In a human au, I imagine them all living in Canada. Just keep that in mind when reading this blog post.

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Have Cots:

- Balloony : Romani British (His grandparents are from Romania) - Bubble: 1/3 Ukranian, 2/3 Mongolian (Her mother immigrated to Mongolia in her 20s) - Gelatin : Hawaiian - Leafy : 1/2 Taglog-Filipino, 1/2 Saudi Arabian (Tree is her father and Woody is her half-brother) - Lollipop : Black Hungarian (Her ancestors were from South Africa, and Teardrop is her niece) - Ruby: Chinese (Although some of her sisters are 1/2 Thai) - Teardrop: Romani Hungarian (Lollipop is zer aunt)

Have Nots:

- Blocky : 1/2 Japanese, 1/2 Scottish - Firey: Ojibwe (Ojibwe people are one of the Indigenous groups in Canada. Firey Jr is his cousin) - Flower : 1/3 Irish, 2/3 Turkish - Loser : African-American - Spongy : Francophone (French-Canadian) - Taco : Chilean - Woody : 1/2 Saudi-Arabian, 1/2 Taiwanese (His half-sister is Leafy and his father in Tree)

The S!:

- Bottle : 1/4 Turkish , 3/4 Korean - Clock : Finnish (White) - Cloudy : 1/2 Belgian, 1/2 Palestinian - Ice Cube : Korean - Rocky : Brazilian - Winner : Desi (Their great-grandparents are from Pakistan) - Yellow Face : Born and raised Anglophone (English Canadian)

Team8s:

- Barf Bag : Malaysian - Coiny : Egyptian - Donut : Indonesian-German - Gaty : 3/4 Greek, 1/4 Cree (Indigenous Canadian tribe) - Needle : Japanese - Pin : 1/2 Malgasy , 1/2 Indian (Grandmother on her mother's side is from Madagascar and her father is from India) - Saw : Japanese

Death P.A.C.T again!:

- Black Hole : 1/2 South African, 1/2 Romani Hungarian - Fanny : Iroquois (Indigenous Canadian tribe) - Lightning : 1/2 Anglophone, 1/2 Korean - Marker : Mexican (Pen and Pencil are his cousins) - Pie: Iranian (She's also a muslim) - Remote : Afro-Syrian - Tree : Saudi Arabian-Australian

The Strongest Team On Earth:

- Basketball : Hispanic Danish (Her ancestors are from Peru) - Bell : 1/3 Chilean, 2/3 Metis - Eggy : Latin American - Foldy : Japanese - Grassy : Anglophone (Black) - Robot Flower : Black German - Snowball : Icelandic

Just Not:

- Bomby : 1/2 Chinese, 1/2 African American - Book : Black Francophone - Cake : 1/3 Puerto Rican, 2/3 Colombian (His parents are both black) - Naily : Taiwanese - Nickel : Indonesian (May or not be related to II Nickel) - Pillow : 1/2 Swedish, 1/2 Japanese - Price Tag : Manobo-Filipino (Manobo are Indigenous people that reside in the Philipines

Are You Okay?:

- Eraser : Indian-Polish - Fries : Peruvian - Golf ball : 1/2 Scottish, 1/2 Nigerian (Her mother immigrated to Canada from Nigeria when she was a teenager which is when she met Golf ball's father in an airport (He's a year younger than her[*Golfball's mom] ). ) - Pen : Mexican (Pencil is his sister and Marker is his cousin) - Puffball : 1/2 Vietnamese , 1/2 Anglophone (White) - Tennis ball : 3/4 British , 1/4 Thai - TV : Ukranian

Exitors:

- Pencil : Mexican (Pen is her sibling and Marker is her cousin) - Bracelety : 1/2 Greek, 1/2 South African - Liy : 1/2 Slavic-Greek, 1/2 Vietnamese - Roboty : Unknown - 8-Ball : Japanese - Stapy : Italian-Peruvian - Match : 1/2 Metis, 1/2 Afro-Mexican - Firey Jr : 1/2 Ojibwe, 1/2 Mexican (Firey is his cousin) - David : 1/2 Francophone, 1/2 German - Dora : Colombian

Others:

- Profily : Laos-Anglophone (Their grandparents immigrated to Canada in the 70s) - Onigiri : 1/2 Korean, 1/2 Japanese - Evil Leafy : Taiwanese (Woody's mother adopted her when she was 8) - Tune : Cantonese

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So that is everything: Thank you for listening

#bfb #bfdi #battle for bfb #battle for bfdi #tpot #the power of two #yami rambles #anti dni #battle for dream island #alt-right dni #bfb human au #bfb humanized #bfdi humanized #bfdia #battle for dream island again

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missmoesims · 2 years

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100 Days Of CAS Challenge

Day 57: I replaced this day's challenge with a 90's/Y2K theme

Shoutout to all these brilliant creators: @mechtasims @kirikasims @busra-tr @babyetears @theduffsim @helsoseira @simstefani @nightingalesimmer-blog @trillyke @plumbobsnfries @thisiskiro @eunosims @phoenix--sims @grafity-cc @giuliettasims @lynxsimz @goppolsme @pralinesims @bobur-tsr @antosims @kijiko-sims @sims41ife @simdertalia @syboubou @bknysimz @cursedcc @violetwytch-simmer @hydrangeachainsaw @simmerkate @nickname-sims4 @laskrillz @veranka-s4cc

Links for all CC & challenge link under the cut

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damonjuicyscock · 2 years

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CAN UOU WRITE VIRGIN DAMON.

I hope your wish has been granted ;)

A little Help (90’s Damon Albarn X Reader)

Pairing: 90’s Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: Language, fluff, Smut (Sub!Virgin!Damon, Slight Dom!Reader, It’s Damon’s first time as all read, Oral male receiving, P in V sex)

Words: 1573

Summary: Damon and you have been together for a few months now, but you’re worried he could not be attracted by you. When you ask why, you are surprised by his answer…

A/N: Hello y’all, I’m back with the famous Wednesdays smuts! This today’s one has been asked by my dear anonymous (and I thank you, I would never have thought writing about virgin Damon, but that’s indeed a great idea!) The smut is set in the beginning of 1990. (I know he lost his virginity younger I read the interview but let’s imagine) Hope some of you saw the movie I'm talking about in the smut so you will know what scenes I'm talking about. Rendezvous on Saturday for the chapter 5 of Pictures of you and you’re gonna be surprised, I’m sure! I’ll be doing a day where you will be able to ask me questions about me, about what I’ll write next etc… (if you want to by the way!)

Love y’all and enjoy!

(He's all sweaty OMG...)

It was a cold January night, and you were with your boyfriend Damon at your place. It was raining outside, and you asked him to come over because you were afraid of thunder.

Damon was sometimes mocking you about that but still reassuring you after.

He came hands full of food and with corn to make pop corns and also with cocoa to make hot chocolate.

He let you decide the movie for tonight.

The movie you had chosen was one you loved a lot, and you hoped that the message would get through to Damon. You'd been together for months and hadn't done anything. You'd tried to send him subtle messages, but he didn't seem to understand.

You put the VHS in the cassette player while he was preparing your chocolates and pop corns and soon, Kim Basinger made her appearance. Yes, you had chosen Nine ½ weeks.

During the ice cube scene, you felt Damon shift uncomfortably next to you.

Are you okay?

Yeah. He answered with a little smile on his lips

You sure?

Yeah, it’s just hot in here. I never thought I would watch this kind of movie one day.

Because it’s girly?

No, because it’s hot and that’s not the type of hot movie I usually watch.

Well, it’s erotic but not porn.

Yeah, exactly.

But I can’t deny that the ice cube thing is something I’d like to try.

Another subtle message, did he get it? No.

When the famous Strip tease scene on you can leave your hat on by Joe Cocker was shown on TV, it’s was his turn to say something.

I’d like to see such a strip tease one day.

We can negotiate…

Really? He answered, cockily

Yeah. And also what comes after? You tried

Can you be more explicit?

Come on Damon, you know what I’m talking about.

If you mean sex, I…

Yes, I mean sex. It’s like… I don’t know, I feel so much desire for you Damon… Isn’t it mutual?

do you really dare to ask me that question? He answered, shocked

I’m sorry for doing so but yes… I love you Damon, and I want us to make it like normal people would do. You’re reputed to be some kind of womanizer so I thought that it would have been done long ago…

I wanted to take my time with you, not only for us, but also for me. You’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you, but I swear it’s true.

Then tell me what’s the matter!

Y/N, I’m a virgin. I’m not joking.

You what? No way, that’s impossible. You answered, not believing him

It is. I swear it is. So I don’t really know how to do it properly, and I don’t know how to do that thing with the ice cube either.

Eventually he understood what you meant.

So you… you started, now embarrassed

Yes my love, I understood every subtle message. It’s not that I wasn’t ready, as I told you I wanted to take my time.

Why didn’t you tell me earlier?

I’m 20 and I’m a virgin isn’t it enough?

Damon, it’s not a shame.

I know. But this isn’t something I shout from the rooftops.

Yeah no, I understand, you want to keep your private life private, but it’s me Damon, I’m your girlfriend. You thought I was going to mock you?

No. In fact I don’t know, maybe unconsciously but directly no. But tonight’s message aroused me a bit. And I can’t deny that… I’d like to try.

You want us to…

Yes Y/N. I want to make love with you.

I’ll be gentle. Just don’t panic over anything okay?

I’m not scared.

Still so confident. That’s also why I love you.

You kissed him softly at first, letting him deepen the kiss if he wanted, which he did.

The kiss became heated, your tongues meeting and melting together.

You separated to catch some air, and Damon started to take your clothes off. The man wasn’t in a hurry, but he was hungry. Hungry for you.

Once your tee was on the ground, Damon looked at you longingly, in awe in front of you.

You’re so beautiful… I’m so lucky to have the chance to make love with you…

Said the man who looks like a goddamn angel.

He answered smiling widely. You kissed again and helped each other take your clothes off.

You were naked before him, leaving him in his boxers.

I’m going to make you feel so good Damon, I promise.

I know.

You slid his boxers down, his erection coming to slap against his stomach.

My my, Damon, I didn’t know nature gifted you like this.

Is it going to hurt you? He said worried

No darling, and I said don’t be worried about anything. You’ll see, it’s going to be fine.

You started running your hand on his member, sliding it up and down, causing his breath to get stuck in his throat at first, then making him groan in pleasure.

God… Your touch is…

Too much?

No… that’s not what I mean, it feels so good babe.

It’ll feel even better.

You brought your mouth close to the tip and started turning your tongue around it. He cried out in pleasure, not used to it, but Damon felt so good. He never had the chance to receive such special treatment and he was glad you were the one making it. Glad you were the one who was going to take him to heaven.

Your mouth engulfed his cock, your head bobbing up and down, your lips being all swollen.

Damon was now a moaning mess, and you knew he was close when you felt him twitch in your mouth.

God, baby, please stop or I’m gonna cum… He cried out

You let go of him with a loud pop on your lips before straddling him, aligning his tip with your entrance.

You’re still sure you want to do this?

I’ve never been this sure in my life. But I have no…

It’s okay Damon, I’m on the pill.

You sank down on him, causing you both to release a moan.

I don’t know how long I’ll last…

What did I tell you Albarn?

Not to worry about anything.

Exactly, so just enjoy the moment.

Your hands laid on his torso to hold yourself. You started bouncing up and down on him, slowly at first for him to get used to it, even if you thought he was going to cum at any moment, his faces betraying him.

You sped up a bit when you saw he was starting to enjoy it the way he should.

God Y/N, you can make whatever you want of me, I’m yours… He panted

Good, because that’s what I’m planning to do.

You took his wrists and placed them above his head, holding them, while you were being filled with him inside you.

He couldn’t stop repeating “Oh God, oh God, oh God”. Damon was trying hard not to cum right here and then, because he wanted to see you cum first.

A sudden confidence possessed him, and he started thrusting his hips with yours, touching your G-spot and making you moan loudly.

He kept doing it repetitively, your walls convulsing around him.

Oh fuck Y/N! I’m so close!

Let go baby…

No, not before I see you cum. I want to cum with you!

You were as close as him, you just needed a few more thrusts before you felt this familiar heat you missed so much invade your body, causing your walls to melt around him again.

You threw your head back in pleasure, your eyes shutting themselves in the process, your legs starting to tremble.

You couldn’t move anymore, and Damon finished your work by keeping thrusting inside you with a rapid pace, but his thrusts were getting sloppier.

Your orgasm washed over you, throwing Damon over the edge.

He grunted loudly and loudly moaned a few times, his hips stuttering, his hot seed painting your walls.

You collapsed on him, your head laid on his shoulder, his arms embracing you.

He peppered your cheek with wet kisses, then caressed your head.

Are you okay? He asked

Yeah… just catching my breath. It’s been such a long time I didn’t have an orgasm like this.

Tell me the truth my love, you never orgasmed like this, did you.

You chuckled slightly.

No.

Well well, I gave you an orgasm during my first time. I’ve got some potential.

Oi calm down. Your sex life only started and I’m planning on showing you some things before letting you be on top of me.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

I bet no one ever complained about your methods, huh?

No.

And… what do you think about starting showing me now?

What? Now? Seriously? I mean… You do it again?

Dunno, we’ll see that. I don’t mind you giving me some more pleasure.

#damon albarn smut #damon albarn #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fanfic #gorillaz #britpop #blur band #damon albarn oneshot

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senjusonlygirlfriend · 2 years

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Poly relationship with timeskip!Chifuyu and Kazutora

ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ: ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ, ᴘᴏʟʏ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ᴘᴇᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴋɪᴘ, ᴇꜱᴛᴀʙʟɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Dear lord help the person that wakes up in Kazutora's arms. He'll just hold whoever is in his arms in place, not letting them get up untill he's ready to wake up. So, the other person gets a head start on coffee/tea

You can see their eyes light up when you swing by the pet shop. Whether it be during lunch or after you get off work, they'll always give you a greeting hug, sometimes sandwiching you in between the two

The three of you had declared Friday nights as movie nights. You'll all cuddle up on the couch with tons of blankets, snacks set out on the table with comfortable sleeping clothes on

Kazutora is always the first person to fall asleep before the movie even ends, then you knock out next. Chifuyu is just sitting there, thinking about how cute the two of you look cuddled up into his side and how he's gonna carry you both to bed without waking up someone

At first your cat didn't have your two lovers at first, but warmed up to them over time. Now, it seems like she loves them both more than you, their owner, since they always cuddle up to the two whenever they're in the room

At the beginning of your relationship with the two, Chifuyu wrote love poems to both Kazutora and you. Well, you and Kazutora stumbled apon them and read them, then making Chifuyu bright red when you mentioned something from one of them

Kazutora has really bad nightmares with his past and all, so often you and Chifuyu would comfort him and try to wake him up. One person would stay with him, whispering reassuring words while he clings to them, while the other person gets him something to drink

Chifuyu is the brooding type drunk. He'll sit near you and Kazutora while the both of you talk, just scowling while staring off into space. He'll also pull the 'I have a boyfriend and a s/o sooo......'

Kazutora is a emotional drunk. He can be happy and shouting how much he loves you and Chifuyu, then the next second he'll be crying on your shoulder over not having three ice cubes, but two

They both love to do domestic stuff with you! This could be baking, going for a walk, or even cleaning the house when it gets overly dirty

Would put on 'Oldies playing in another room' while cooking. They would also play it while slow dancing with each other in the living room

Watching reality tv with them is always a treat. You all have different favorites, so all of you are shouting at your favorite person on the tv to win. I think the three of you would watch Love Island or Hell's Kitchen, anything with drama in it.

Chifuyu's the one that kills bugs that crawl out of their hiding places while you and Kazutora are just screaming your heads off to get it out of your sight

Matching bff necklaces for the three of you? Like the 'kids heart broken into three pieces necklaces?' Absolutely. People out in public would think that the three of you were just good friends- when really it holds a bit of sedimental value to the relationship. The three of you wear it everyday.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers scenarios #chifuyu fluff #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno #tokyo revengers chifuyu #kazutora hcs #kazutora imagines #kazutora fluff #kazutora x reader #kazutora my beloved #kazutora hanemiya #poly relationship

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sakamakisaywhat · 1 year

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Actress s/o continuation with Subaru, Laito, Shu, Ruki, Yuma and Karl Heinz or Kanato(whichever you want) React? °.°

Original post here! I also chose Karl Heinz, because I rarely get requests for him on this blog!

SHU

“This side of you is creepy, but I guess this way I can look at your ass on screen without even having to move from the sofa. You should wear something revealing to the TV Awards later for me.”

LAITO

“Bitch-chan, seeing you so assertive’s got me all excited! Don’t tell me we’ve been wasting your talents all this time? Let’s try some villain roleplay next time, hehe.”

SUBARU

“Seein’ you act so different, it’s cool, but... it’s kinda off-puttin’. You sure you won’t be comin’ at me with a knife while I sleep?”

RUKI

“What an impressive talent you have, Livestock. It’s not hard to see how you won an award. Are these acting skills how you’re able to keep such a straight face whenever I’m punishing you?”

YUMA

“Ha! Damn, Sow, you even got me a lil’ scared there! It was like watchin’ a totally different person. Maybe I should start to behave a bit better around ya, in case you start puttin’ poison in my sugar cubes, heh.”

KARL HEINZ

“It seems like you’re quite the actress... how interesting. Perhaps there are many more sides to you I am yet to discover. Your qualities truly... fascinate me.”

#cryin i dont even have a sprite of karl heinz #i had to use one from google images #diabolik lovers #reaction #sakamakisaywhat #shu sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #Ruki Mukami #Yuma Mukami #karl heinz #anon

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polypodweek · 3 months

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Treats!

The first batch of requests is in! You can find them under the cut. You can also find them right here =D

Request by kbirb Ted Lasso (TV) Keeley Jones/Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt my BLORBOS cubed no rape/non-con/dub-con please! happy, slice-of-life preferred for these 3

Request by kbirb Our Flag Means Death (TV) Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands Oh Steddiehands. Another ship that's all angst, all hurt/comfort, rarely fluff. Feel free to lean into the darkness - provided there's no rape/noncon or suicide. Sure, I'd love a fluffy, slice-of-life podfic for these three. But I know that might be very difficult to do. So hurt me, I'm fine with that.

Request by kbirb CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives/CC-1010 | Fox [points] hurt them No but this is one of those ships where things don't seem to need to be sunshine and roses for me to love the fic. Give me angst. Give me angst no comfort. Give me hurt/comfort. Or give me pure fluff! Slice of life!! Throw these 3 at a wall and see what sticks and I will find joy in it. No rape/non-con please.

Request by kbirb CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives/CT-782 | Hevy Sometimes my brain thinks I made this ship up and I'm so glad when it pops up as a taggable ship. Anyway, caveat would just be that I don't want rape/non-con. Otherwise, any character added into the mix is good. Oh and no Codex. For these three, I really prefer happy and fluff fics, but I also do like hurt/comfort fics!! But Hevy must live.

Request by kbirb Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics) Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason ToddRoy HarperKoriand'r (DCU)Jason Todd This right here is my DC OT3 for sure. I'm such a JayRoy shipper but throw Kori into the mix??? [chef's kiss] Caveats: I don't ship Batboys with one another and I don't want rape/non-con. Otherwise, go hog wild! Found a fic that's the OT3 but with another character or characters added in? Go for it. Just no Batboys being ship with Jay please!

Request by kbirb Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan VosCC-1010 | Fox/Bail Organa/Breha Organa I literally just would like happy, slice-of-life podfics of either of these ships. Or hurt/comfort. Also not even super restricted!!! You have a ship that has the 3 in the ship but there's a fourth person?? PLEASE, gimme, I will accept!!! Basically only restrictions are these: I don't ship Cody/Rex and I don't want any rape/non-con fics. Otherwise, go hog wild!!!!

Request by Flowerparrish Star Wars - All Media Types CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi/CT-7567 | Rex Additional: Fox/Quinlan/Jon Antilles likewise I just want the blorbos smushed together sfw or nsfw fine

Request by Flowerparrish Ted Lasso (TV) Keeley Jones/Roy Kent/Jamie Tartt happy ending for them would be great! sfw or nsfw fine

Request by Flowerparrish Leverage (US TV 2008) Alec Hardison/Parker/Eliot Spencer Happy or heartfelt! sfw or nsfw fine

Request by Flowerparrish Marvel, Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics) James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Jason Todd Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers chaos trio! sfw or nsfw fine

Request by Flowerparrish Star Wars - All Media Types Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars) poly relationships featuring clone ocs!

Request by Flowerparrish The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards Brand Saint John/Rune Saint John/Addam Saint Nicholas happy pls! sfw or nsfw fine!

Request by Flowerparrish Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion/Yennefer z Vengerbergu | Yennefer of Vengerberg Eskel/Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion preference for happy ending, but angst is good if it ends hopeful/happy! hurt/comfort is delightful. miscommunication/misunderstandings sfw or nsfw fine!

Request by Flowerparrish Star Wars - All Media Types Poe Dameron/Finn/Rey happy and ignoring a lot of sequel movies canon preferred!

Request by korechthonia Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Myles the Mandalorian Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze CC-2224 | Cody/Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi/Quinlan Vos Padmé Amidala/Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi Jango Fett/Obi-Wan Kenobi/a third is a recipe for politics, strong personalities, chaos, or some combination of the above and I am invariably here for it. no non-con or pwp please

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abbystoy · 6 months

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Her kind of 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 ᖭི༏ᖫྀ

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Sfw, fluff♡.

"Give it back els it's not funny!" You'd whine because of someone named ellie stole your phone

"Dont whine hun" she'd playfully say "'s not funny els I seriously lost a cute puppy video" you'd reply

"Well u will find another one later y/n, pay attention to me a little" she'd nudge ur arm to catch more of ur attention "okay fine, what do you wanna do els?" U'd question "mm let's go and bake something likeee.. PIZZA!" she'd get an amount of random excitement, you'd giggle with her silliness and agree with what she said because how could you say no to such a sweetheart "come on come on come onnn I wanna bake, hurry up babeee" she'd grab ur arm and run downstairs.

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In the kitchen

"Sooo.. let's watch a tutorial cause I don't know a single thing about baking" she'd admit "Well let's get to work then shall we?" You'd say.

"Woah,this is more complicated than it was in my mind." She'd scoff, "Come on babeee it is easy, you just cut the peppers and apply the pepperoni on the dough.. See?" You'd assure her, "no it isn't I don't know a single thing about cooking pup, just saw a really cute video of a couple and I wanted to do it with you" she'd murmur "awww really els? You're so cute babyyy" You'd start pecking her cheek "stopp hun and put the sauce on it" she'd try to playfully push you away (still giving you thousand more pecks back)

● After 20 minutes of cutting,applying and putting in the oven.

"Okaaay so now we have to wai-" "and do what?" Ellie would smirk "cut it out eeeels" "but I didn't say anything" she'd still have that dumb slight smirk plastered on her face "let's go watch TV in the living room I heard there's a new movie on Netflix its called "I/N" "are you sure you wanna watch that?? We can resume "mean girls" because we're almost in the end of that movie" she'd remind "oh shoot yeah, you're right totally forgot about that movie" You'd giggle "wait for me I'm going to check and oven and be right back.

"Alrightyy so the pizza is halfway done so it means we still have time to watch it" ud say snuggling on ellies side "okay babe I'm putting it on" she'd kiss your forehead. 10 minutes pass "dangg why did she have to do her that dirtyyy" "that's what I'm saying! But maybe she's going to get her revenge who knows" U'd reply genuinely invested of what's going to happen next. Another 10 minutes pass *ding* "THE PIZZA" Ellie would shoot up from her seat and jog towards the kitchen "excited huh?" You'd say from the living room "u have no ideeeea" Ellie would answer muffled from the kitchen "hey u goofball wait for me" ud sprint to the kitchen to see what she's up to, "Ellie, love, you're going to burn ur palms if you are going to touch it without the proper gloves" You'd laugh "psssh I am the pro here" and just like that she'd open the stove to grab the pizza and immediately get burnt on her pointer finger "Oh my God els, get away from there and come here!, I warned you about opening the stove" You'd rush and grab some ice to put on her finger, "I am fine babe relax" she'd drag the x to piss u off "babe." You'd say while searching for an ice cube. "Here put this on" "thanks babe.. NOW LETS GET TK EAT IM STARVING HERE." She'd say "okay my starved woman, pizzas served" You'd rush to place the pizza on the plate and pass it to her "thanks love" she'd immediately start eating "where's your piece?" She'd question with food in her mouth "not that hungry to be honest" she'd stop chewing "babe, there's no way you'll eat without me, grab yourself a slice before I do it myself" she'd say sternly but still making it sound in a playful tone "but I'm not hu-" "y/n dont make me repeat myself, grab yourself a slice and I'll eat the leftover" "okay els" You'd go over to the counter and grab a plate to put your pizza on "here, now let's continue our pizzas while watching TV im seriously impatient to see what she'll do!" You'd get up from ur chair waiting for Ellie "okay my impatient girl let's go" she'd peck you and take you to the sofa by your waist.

Really need an ellie in my life dudeee

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