#................................ HAHA! KIDDING!! BITE!!! >:33'

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy who likes to look very innocent and pretend that he simply wants to smell something but then will try to bite it out of your hands as soon as you've let your guard down

[kr-starz]

First of all I adore your posts both story/analysis and art. Both are incredible.

Second what do you think Ekko and Isha's relationship would've been like, had she survived?

Personally I love "Girl Dad" Ekko and think Isha is the perfect daughter for Jinx and Ekko (by that I mean how well she fits both of them and how alike they are). Also I just miss her and wish we could've seen Isha and Ekko (and Jinx) interact

Ahhhh that's very sweet of you to say!! That means a lot to me haha <33

And I think Isha and Ekko's relationship would've been so lovely to see, we probably would've been able to characterize Ekko better too seeing him interact with a child who doesn't already love him. Some dynamics I can think of is just the two teaming up to keep Jinx safe during the war, like Isha tugging Ekko's pants to just point to Jinx in trouble.

I think Ekko and Isha would be really soft, gentle. Jinx is already gentle for Isha, but I imagine Ekko would be able to get Isha to take a nap in like 2 minutes. Isha's in Ekko's arms and he's telling her about some exciting adventure he had when he was her age. or Ekko doing Isha's hair and he pulls out a hair-clip that resembles a firelight. Ekko wants to show Isha the firelights someday, because he knows children think they're the coolest things in the world, and Isha would adore them.

Isha wanting to learn how to use Ekko's hoverboard thing, and he's gently guiding her along. Ekko's really anxious for some reason, maybe it's because he knows Jinx'll be upset if he actively put Isha in danger for no reason. But when she learns how to ride one she jumps for joy and patters along to show Jinx her cool new skills.

Their first meeting would go something like this though; Isha's right alongside Jinx, and Ekko's also there. Isha's NEVER met this man a day in her life but she trusts Jinx's judgement, she tries to act all nonchalant like Jinx when Ekko tries to greet her, looking away and scoffing. Jinx teases him, "thought you were good with kids, little man." And Ekko goes to try and engage with her again. Jinx gives Isha a pat on the back, telling her that Ekko's pretty nice and doesn't bite most of the time. But as Jinx and Ekko continue to hang out Isha eventually warms up to him!! and they have the softest cutest little relationship ever!!

Oh but Isha pulls pranks on him all the time, Ekko finds it amusing but a little annoying and Isha thinks it's hilarious. Jinx thinks it the best thing ever.

[kisses4kaia]

Charlie walker x reader smut where he’s very subby and unexpirienced

thank you 🧎🏻‍♀️

a/n; omgomg absolutely r u kidding me rn ? fem reader. obvi 17+ and intended for mature audiences .

movie night 💿 - c, walker ,,

it's crazy what an innocent movie night at kirby's can end up as.

you and charlie sat in opposite corners of the spacious living room, watching stab III (per charlie's insistence). it had just started and you were already bored. the movie wasn't bad, per se, you had just seen it so many times before.

and well, you had always found charlie walker more interesting.

you'd always thought of him as attractive, having spent many a night with your fingers deep inside of you, imagining they were his, imagining what he would sound like, whimpering for you and your touch.

you knew he felt the same, if not, similar, about you. from the way he insisted on walking up the stairs after you (iykyk), to the untrackable count of times you've caught him eyeing you up and down, as though he was praying he would be gifted by the gods with x-ray vision.

but every time you got too close, he'd shut it down with a friendly remark. every. damn. time.

"that's actually really nice of you, thanks y/n,"

"haha, you don't mean that. funny, though."

"i think you look pretty nice, too,"

it drove you crazy, just how oblivious he was to your advances. the way the tv screen lit up his blown pupils, fascinated as he watched one of his favorite movies for probably the 1,000th time, made you bite your lip to contain the anything-but-holy thoughts ravaging your mind.

you were tired of sitting around, doing nothing about this ever-growing crush.

whilst everybody had their eyes glued to the screen, watching some girl get chased through her home, you pulled out your small iphone and clicked on charlie's contact. you had to do something he couldn't ignore, something he couldn't look over.

you clicked on the option to attach a photo to the text message. you scrolled through your camera roll until you found it.

the photo was of you, in your bedroom, in your mirror, seemingly trying on lacy, dark purple, lingerie. there was no shot he was taking this with friendly intentions.

you to charlieee <33 : *(1) attachment*

you waited a few moments before texting him again

you to charlieee <33 : oops, wrong person . sry. ��

you watched as he reached for his back pocket at the sound of a notification.

and how his face, once painted with curiosity, twisted into shock, sights forced on the device. you had to bite back a smirk as he looked up at you.

you pretended that you were watching the movie and gave no attention to the boy whose pants were getting tighter by the second.

he cleared his throat before settling back on the couch, typing out a reply.

charlie to y/n🤩 : it's okay haha

charlie to y/n🤩 : do you mind me asking who that was meant for?

you to charlieee <33 : why does that matter 2 u?

charlie to y/n🤩 : i just want to know if you're seeing someone, or if it was for jill or kirby, yk?

charlie to y/n🤩 : not that i care if you're seeing someone!! that's really one of my business, forget i said anything

you to charlieee <33 : lmao but char, its ok if u do

charlie to y/n🤩 : what do you mean by that?

you to charlieee <33 : follow me and find out ;)

you casually got up and exited the living room, successfully not turning any heads. you found the guest bathroom and entered.

it was actually very nice, the lights were bright and luminescent, and the shower, sink, and toilet were spotless.

you waited a few minutes, sitting on the sink counter, before the door opened, revealing the one and only.

"what took you so long?" you teased flashing a smile. "i was debating whether or not i actually wanted this, well i do want this, very much so, but i was just-" he was rambling.

"well, you're here now, aren't you, charlie?" you slightly whispered before pulling him towards you by his shirt, settling in between your legs.

he was stiff as a board, he didn't know what he could do. you noticed this and grabbed his hands from his sides and placed them lowly on your waist.

you placed your arms around his neck very lazily. "you want this?" you looked into his eyes, which were dazed and hazy, seemingly drowning in dopamine.

he nodded. "mhm, yeah," he was breathless, becoming so impatient, needing to feel your lips on his.

you chuckled softly to yourself before finally giving the boy what he wanted. the kiss started out slow but heated up quickly as you started to tangle your fingers in his hair.

you swiped your tongue along his bottom lip and his mouth fell open easily, allowing it in.

charlie gripped your hips tightly. "easy, tiger. i'm not going anywhere," you pulled away slightly to say. this did not make him let up. there were surely going to be bruises in the place of his hands by tomorrow.

you began kissing down his jaw and neck, exploring and searching for a sweet spot. he whimpered particularly needily at one area on his collarbone and you attacked it.

he began running his hands up and down your sides, underneath your shirt. you translated his wandering hands and helped throw your top off. he tried, truly, to keep his eyes on your face and not on your chest but how could he? <33

"so, so, so beautiful," he whispered, leaning down slightly to knead your covered breasts. "too many clothes, baby. take 'em off for me, hm?" you more told him than asked.

like the good boy he wanted to be for you, charlie was quick to remove every garment on his body, save for his boxers.

you pulled your miniskirt off and were left in a laced, pale pinky-shade of matching bra and panties.

he took a small step back and stared at you intensely, like he wanted to say something. "spit it out, char." you almost scolded him.

"i-it's just, um, i've n-never done anything like this... before..." he looked down as though it was a shameful thing.

you smiled at his tenderness. "c'mere, love," you quietly uttered before pulling him in between your legs once again. you felt his hard length pressed against your middle but ignored the euphoria to focus on what mattered.

"look at me, char. that does not make me want you any less, it's actually kinda cute. listen, i'll guide you through it, if you wish to continue, that is. if you don't, we can get dressed and leave like nothing happened. what do you want to do, baby?" you reassured him as he stared into your eyes thoughtfully.

"i wanna keep going," he breathed out. "good," you hummed, drawing his lips to yours again. you hopped off of the counter, forcing your lips apart by the sheer height difference between you two.

you pushed him against the bathroom door and lowered yourself onto your knees in front of him. "w-what are you doing?!" he panicked slightly. "i'm gonna take real good care of you, m'kay, love? now, be a good boy for me and relax," you purred, rubbing your hands up and down his thighs.

the pet name turned his stomach and made him slip a small whimper. he unfroze his muscles and relaxed, per your request.

you kept your doe eyes on the flushed boy's face as your pulled his boxers down, making his dick spring out, hitting his stomach.

you tore your eyes from his face and focused your attention on his member.

he was big, huge. his slit crying with precum and veins ran up and down the length of it. your wide eyes softened when you heard a needy whine coming from the man above you.

you decided he's waited long enough, so you ran your tongue along the underside of his cock. the moan/groan he let out, made you smile, and lock eyes with charlie once again.

"fuck, feels good," he said through half-lidded eyes as you began to suck on his angry, red, tip.

"so vulgar. bad boy," you teased with a grin. the sight of you beneath him, on your knees, a smile bigger than the whole sky plastered across your face as his dick leaned against your chin, could've caused him to release a load on your pretty face right there.

but he didn't. he wanted, needed, to be your good, good, boy <3.

"mmm, no. i'm good, i'm so good, only for you. just for you, mommy," the name merely slipped out, he swore, but it caused you to moan whilst his dick was down your throat, causing a very pleasurable vibration around his cock, causing him to involuntarily cum down your throat.

"sh-shit, 'm sorry," he was quick to apologize for cumming so quickly as you pull your jaw off of him. "say that again," you demanded with a scratchy voice, but needier undertones were detected. "w-what, i'm sorry?"

"no, before that,"

"m-mommy?" charlie squeaked.

"fuck."

from the cold tiles biting at the skin of your knees to shimmying off your panties and sitting back down on the counter, you knew you needed him, all of him. right here, right now.

this time, you didn't have to pull him toward you, he naturally gravitated to the comfort of the in-between of your plush thighs. "wanna fuck me? huh?" you asked, grabbing his cock and sliding the tip up and down your folds.

"more than anything, mommy," he whimpered, dreamily. "fuck, baby," you whined as you guided him inside of you.

the stretch was almost impossible. you both moan in synchrony. the tightness of your walls was far better than charlie could've ever imagined when he pumped his fist up and down his length on lonely nights.

"oh my god, momma. i've dreamed and dreamed about this," he whispered in your ear after you gave him the go-ahead to move. his thrusts started out slow and tame but sped up quickly.

the hold he had on your thighs was mighty as he chased his high. "gimme your hand," you managed to speak through the ecstasy. "w-why?" he slowed down, only slightly.

"just- just give it to me," you gasped as his tip pushed against your g-spot. he lifted his left hand and put it in your right.

you shaped it into a 'thumbs up' stance and moved in down onto your clit. "draw circles," you told him. he picked it up quickly and continued fucking you.

your nailed fingers tugged and pulled at his hair, making him into a moaning, whimpering, mess. "shit, fuck! i can't go for much longer. can i please do it inside? please, please, please, mommy?" he begged and you nodded. "i'm on the pill, doll. go ahead, fill me up." you couldn't say no to his beautiful, fucked out, face.

a few more sloppy thrusts into your cunt and soon, he had you loaded. he stared down at his cock going in and out of you, lubed by his sperm, and he could've came again at the sight.

it wasn't too long after that you felt your own earth-shattering release, clinging onto the broad shoulders of the man above you. it rippled through you like an ocean current.

you stayed intertwined with each other for a few more moments, catching your breath, before charlie spoke.

"if my calculations are correct, roman bridgers should be getting revealed as ghostface right now."

[caxde]

Ok, today is my birthday I just woke up and thought it would be a good idea to finally ask for the drable of bright eyes that I thought of Eddie having a campaign with the boys and girls and also Y/N but Lua wakes up and see them so she wants to play too so Y/N sits her in their lap and let's her play with her.

I love your work and you are one of my favourite authors 💙💖💙

omg!! happy (late) birthday babe!! hope it was a good one <33 thank you so much for the request and for reading and for being here haha, hope i made it justice <33

bright eyes universe drabble (2.3k)

“What would even be my name?” You tell him, almost in a tired wimp, your head hurting slightly. 

“Princess the Bard” He teases back, his head tilting to the right, his hair shaking in that hypnotic matter he knew you liked. 

“If everybody keeps calling me princess, you’ll have to come up with a new nickname.” You point back, looking over your shoulder so you can see the way his eyes plead back, while he follows you to the kitchen. 

“I can try a few…” He tries once again, he lets his body rest against his kitchen counter, waits for you to place your empty plate down on the sink, the soft ‘clinck’ sound links with his fingers graceing your waist. He grabs you softly, taking his time to first caress that little spot, before one of his fingers finds his way in one of your belt loops, pushing you to him from there. “Just, please? I don’t want you to go yet, and the few ones we’ve played you’ve been amazing…”

With just the way your eyes softened, darkened and then closed he knew he had been successful. He was biting back that stupid grin that made you smile in defeat every time you saw it. 

“Ugh… fine…” He had it on his face as soon as you gave in. Maybe out of excitement, maybe because you were hugging him once again. 

“C’mon, we’ll set the table then.” He gleamed, you just tried to muffle a laugh against his chest, enjoying the way his arms wrapped around you. 

He grabbed your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, he was the one that had a joyful cheerful aura now, excited that you’d stay longer, even better, playing with him. 

He had been talking about you finally joining him for a short, small one-shot campaign ever since he had caught you and Dustin going over the basics of the game. These last few days, though to be honest it had been two weeks, you and him had found a small window of time to be together, and you had spent it building your character, playing a few scenarios, making out before you left and painting. It had been fun, heavenly even, but you told him that it was because it was just the two of you, that you were a bit nervous about actually playing with his friends. He told you that they were just kids, but you made him remember that they were actually teenagers, which is a whole different situation, and that if you were to be their teacher someday, it would be weird. He laughed it off, brushed your hair out of your face and whispered “That’s kinnda hot” You punched him in his chest in a jokingly manner, but he reassured you, as he always did. 

You were nervously -perhaps a tint of anxiety on your movements could be seen- playing with the die on your hand. You sat down next to him, even if that spot was usually occupied with Dustin, he agreed to let you there, knowing just how excited Eddie was, and clocking your nervousness. 

“You guys ready to play some D&D?” Eddie asked, his hands moviming excitedly through the air. 

They all cheered. You looked at them, Mike was gleaming, Will was excitedly nodding, Lucas was drinking some soda, his mouth still smiling, and Dustin looked at you. He mouthed a you’re ready. 

That’s all you really needed for now. 

Consequently, Lua was having trouble remaining asleep. 

She was tossing and turning in her little bed, the quiet voices that left the living room seemed more appealing to her. She knew her dad had some friends over, and that she had to get some sleep, but she wanted to be near to him, and he wasn’t in his bed. 

So she did what every kid would have done. 

She got up, not minding her knotted hair, or the way her sleeping shirt was a bit too big on her. 

She tumbled around her room, opening the door that was left ajar as best as she could, trying to not make a sound. She kept walking following the sound of the warm voices that were gathered around the table. Her eyes finally opened up, and she smiled as soon as she saw you sitting next to her dad. 

She reached out, pulling your trousers down so you’d look at her. 

“Hi bud, what are you doing up?” You asked her, you reached down, she glowed as soon as he heard your voice, as bright and as soft as ever. 

“Can’t sleep.” She muttered, her hand scratching her eye, a little pout on her lips. 

You looked up at Eddie, and you saw the way his heart melted, and how he was starting to feel guilty about talking as loud as he had. 

“You wanna sit with me?” You asked her, opening your arms so she’ll decide on her own. 

You didn’t have to wait long. She threw herself on your arms, waiting for you to pull her up. You placed her down on your lap, your fingers gracing her hair, placing it a bit more neatly. Eddie’s heart was about to burst. 

The full table went quiet. 

They weren’t used to such an intimate moment of Eddie’s life. 

The little scene looked straight from a movie scene, a soft look shared between the both of you, while Lua just melted in your arms a bit more, pushing into you softly. 

“Can we continue?” Mike asked, the usual urgency in his voice remained the same. 

“Jesus.” Will whispered, the heels of his hands reaching for his forehead. 

“What?” 

“You really have the emotional range of a teaspoon sometimes, you know?” Lucas added, looking back at his friend, a look in his face that let you know this was something deeper than your little moment. 

“Okay, sorry.” Eddie muttered, a little smile to her little girl before he continued. “Your king has just experienced an assassination attempt, the guards have captured some suspects down in the dungeons. Princess, you said you wanted to do something?”  

Blood flew straight to her cheeks as soon as the attention was all on you. Lua decided to start playing with your fingers, as if she knew that doing that would help. 

“I have seen Sir.Deeptrut on the battleground, right?” Your eyebrows raised as you were talking, a confirmation on Eddie’s face let you know you were right. “And he’s one of the suspects… Could I go down to the dungeons and try to talk to him?” 

“You’ll have to make a persuasion check as soon as you get down there, just a heads up.” Will advised you. He had a calm voice, and was always trying to help. You could see just how much he cared, not only about the game, but about everyone that was sitting around the table. 

“Why?” You shook your head, your hair tickling Lua’s cheek, making her giggle. Eddie’s lips curved upwards, he felt himself falling in deeper and faster. 

“The guards.” Dustin pointed out, looking deep into you. “Unless you use disguise self, they’ll know it’s you, and they probably won’t let you pass. They just tried to uh…” He peered over at Lua, not really wanting to say that word, you just nodded. 

“I want them to know it’s me though…” You said back, the kids looked at you, each one of them with a weirder look on their face. “Trust me.” 

“You slowly walk down to the dungeons, and at first you realize the small amount of light that creeps in, even if it is a sunny day outside, it feels like midnight down here. The smell of dust and mould hits your nostrils quick. Before you can even move deeper in to find the one you want to talk to, a guard stops you.” Eddie describes it in a beautiful manner, his voice and tone pulling you in deeply, believing every single word, a picture fully painted. 

“I demand to speak with Sir.Deeptrut.” You say, in a loud focused voice, avoiding his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, your highness. Sir.Deeptrut was accused with an assassination attempt against your father, I would blame you if you came here to uh… finish the job but… I’m afraid I can’t let you in.” He changed his accent to an English one, it made you smile a bit more, discovering something you didn’t know Eddie was capable of doing. 

Lua looked up, shocked that her dad could sound like that, not understanding how, Eddie tried to hide his laugh with a little wave at her. 

“I just wanna talk to him… please?” You try again. 

“Give me a persuasion check.” Eddie used his menacing voice, the one that indicated an important decision. 

“Lua?” You asked her, her eyes looking up at you. “You wanna help me roll?” You opened your hand, letting her reach for one of the die. You looked as she grabbed it and threw it on the little wooden box Eddie had left you. “Good job bud!” You praised her as soon as you saw the 19 on the die. 

“Jesus, yeah, that’ll do.” Eddie said as soon as he saw the number. Lua chuckled when she saw how happy that had made the two of you. “Princess… He’s a dangerous man.” He used that accent again, the whole table waiting for what your plan is. 

“What’s your name?” You narrowed your eyes as you snapped back, your whole attitude changing. 

“I’m Liam your highness.”

“Great, so I’ll tell my father that a guard named Liam wouldn’t let me even talk to the man I’m betrothed to.” All of the table opened their mouths in amusement. 

“What?” Mike snapped, the first one to do so. 

“Betrothed?” Lucas panicked, given he was the one playing the king. 

“Just, trust me!” You repeat yourself, even if everyone was looking at you as if you were crazy. 

“He just steps back, with his hands in the air, giving you full access to Sir.Deeptrut” Eddie describes in pure amused shock at the chaos you were creating. 

“I walk in, and I’m gonna Disguise Self to turn into one of his um… friends?” You half ask as you stifle a laugh. “So he’ll think that me coming as princess was a trick to get in.” You keep explaining your plan. “And then I’ll just get down and try to like, act as if I’m trying to break him free. And say uh… There’s still time for me to finish this, tell me where you got the poison dagger and I’ll finish it myself.” 

The whole table felt silent, not really expecting you to do that. 

“Oh…God.” Eddie’s face got red, not sure if he found it hot because it had been you doing it, or because it was one hell of a play. “I uh… Shii-ut” He saved himself from cursing as soon as he saw Lua looking up at him with curious eyes. “That’ll be a deception check.” He adds, still bamboozled. 

“Lua, you wanna roll again?” You ask her, two dice this time were layed in the palm of your hand. “I’ve got advantage right?” 

“Why?” 

“Disguise Self, she’s got the actor feet.” Dustin explains in a sort of automotive tone, not really quite believing such a move had come out of you. 

“You do.” Eddie confirmed as he nodded, a sense of pride emanating from him. 

“C’mon Lua, you’ve got it.” You cheered her as she let the die hit the wooden box. “That’s so good dude!” You praised her once again, a soft kiss left on her cheek as her laughter could be heard. “That’ll be a 24.” 

“I… I don’t know where you can get another one, I just… If the primogen of the church got me one, I’m sure he can get you another one, but be wary, that family’s got something odd.” 

“You don’t say.” You add in a teasing tone, before raising your eyebrows again, a move that let Eddie know you were about to do something outlandish again. “I want to drop the disguise self and call for the guards. Explain to them how he just confessed and that they have to arrest the primogen.” 

“You… you do that.” Eddie finally breaks, as the whole table erupts in panicked laughter and shock that your outlandish plan had worked. “And you see how he just goes ballistic, his full body trying to free himself from the chains as he just yells nonsense in a repetitive manner as he realises just how much you have fooled him.” 

“I just wanna reach over to him, close enough to his ear and whisper to him uh… I hope your God hears you now.”

“You have to come play with us more often.” Will says in shock, while Mike just stays there next to him, in shock not really believing you actually did that. 

“Lua, you want to go to bed?” You weren’t paying that much attention to the table, nor why it was that impressive. You were more worried about Lua and her head falling as she started falling asleep. “I’ll take her to bed, I’ll come in a minute.” You tell everyone, but mostly Eddie. 

He watches you closely, the way your hands hold her with such a delicate manner, the care and sensibility you have in your movements. He reaches for your hand, right before you leave, his thumb caressing the back of your hand in an affectionate touch. You step in a bit closer to him, he stands up so he can leave a short kiss on his daughter’s forehead, right before whispering thank you, a fast kiss on your lips as his dimples appear on his cheeks.  He saw you walk into his room, and even if he was supposed to concentrate on the game, he could only think the same thing i never want to see her go.

[6yuns]

Hi thereee could I request some general smut headcanons for kuro kiryu x gn reader? I can’t really think of anything specific but just like how it would be being smexy with him or smth like that haha pls do whatever you want with this :3 thanksss <33

okayee :33 um I fidnt know what fo do for this so sorry uf it feels weird.f...d I'll fix this when I wake up maybe actually I just reilic3z what you requested and this was NOT what you requested I am so sorry😢😢

Kuro is very sweet and soft, and not just because he knows he's huge. kuro likes biting (?), but mostly being bitten.

he wants kids, but if you aren't able to have them, that doesn't matter. he will still breed you, for your and his pleasure!! did I mention he's a service dom, not as much as yuzuru or tsumugi but.. it's still there.

likes having you sit on his face whenever he can't fuck you. but he has times he gets really needy, which is most of the time but yeah.. he's also okay with somnophilia, he let's you either ride him or fuck him while he's asleep when you get too needy. and it's vice versa.

will punish you if he has to, only when necessary. and he gets jealous very easy?, will not hesitate to tie you up and fuck you until you physically cannot think, fucking his cum into you, as much as he can. not giving you a break until he's finished, also amazing at aftercare. he has you in the bath with him as he washes you up, putting creams on all of the marks he put on you. will have the bed ready in a few minutes, grabbing you a water when you wake up.

did I mention he's really soft when he can be? Yes? did I also mention how huge he was? yes??, okay!! he will use his size as an advantage, he will manhandle you whenever he can too. if you move too much, if your trying to fuck back onto him.

llllovesss wall sexxxx... very much. very into having you suck him off also. just a small hc, if he played some type of sport, car sex would be your go-to. after game sex would be even better, wwayy better. him fucking his anger into you, not giving you a break until your crying and whining about how it's too much, or how you can't cum anymore.

likes making love and not just sex, Wants to hold you as close as he can. he goes the extra mile with rose petals and scented candles too :3

has multiple peircings, tongue, nipples, and dick. if you're one of my male audicensss.. he also lik3ss soundinf!!!!!

[sammyluvr]

(this is set after sam and dean move into the bunker) if u n sam had a cat and the cat started meowing sassily sam would js sit there and meow back with js as much sas trying to outsass the cat until the cat js hits him with his paw. in all seriousness tho he’d be like “no i don’t want a cat” and then when he gets the cat he lets it sit on his lap while he does research, cuddles the cat, treats the cat like royalty and he js loves the cat and treats it like his baby like u and him literally call the cat ur child bc u both established early on that u guys didn’t rlly want a child at the point in life u were at currently (with the trials and other shit happening in s8 onwards) so the cat is the child and yeah. sam also torments it as well, like he’ll point the laser beam cats like everywhere and one time he accidentally pointed it at ur ass and the cat got its claw stuck on the fabric of ur pajamas on ur ass and yeah (this actually happened once to me hence the specificity) and with the feather thing he’d move it all over and he’d wind the toy rat up and let it run everywhere. he’d also wave his arm about and then the cat would eventually cling onto it and bite it but that’s very rare bc sam has very good reflexes😋🤞

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AHHHHH SAM CAT PERSON MY BELOVED !!!! JDHFKSJ

i'm just screaming crying i'm loosing brain power but!! i really super adore everything you wrote here like . crying sm i need him super duper bad and i NEED to have a cat with him

like sureeee he canonically likes dogs or whatever but bRO!!! when he finally comes around to the idea of having a cat, he falls completely in love with it. him being like blink blink yes it's cute yes i will care for it, mostly because you want the cat so bad. but omg he switches it up so bad. the first time that the cat curls up in his lap as he does research he's like... a wHOLE NEW WORLDDD A DAZZLING PLACE I NEVER KNEWWWWW <333

and he just caves to the love for this kitty so so super fast. and now he becomes completely unashamed about meowing at the cat, caring for it, thinking that it's soooo so cute and that he loves it so much

tHE CAT GETTING IT'S CLAWS STUCK ON YOUR ASS LMAOOO PLEASE

i just think that the cat just gives him a lot of much needed simple comfort and serotonin honestly <33 one of his favorite things in the world is laying in bed with you and the cat <3 :,)

he also genuinely talks about this cat like it's his child too, especially if it has a human name some people are like aweee what a great dad or like omg?? i didn't know you had a kid?? and he's like yes, i do. i'm a great dad. wanna see a picture?? and then it's a cat HAHA <33

[lumpofwhump]

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Distress Call

TW: Domestic violence, victim blaming for the same, implied self-injury, family death and abandonment, abusive employment relationship.

*****

Voicemail from BARCLAY FLETCHER to JASON FLETCHER on 05-25-2026 at 20:23 MST:

“Hi Dad. I know you won’t get this, but. Sometimes I’m glad this voicemail is still up. Pretty dumb, huh? Anyways. Things are going really well here. The Director’s already promoting me to Lead Technician! He might even be having me write part of his next paper for a journal. Man, I’d love to see the look on my teachers’ faces now. Fuck those guys, right? The experiments can be pretty intense, but I’m managing. It’s all gonna make things better for everyone in the end, right? Anyways. Talk to you — well. I’ll call again soon. I. I miss you. Bye.”

—

Text message exchange between ALICIA JACOBSON and BARCLAY FLETCHER on 09-21-2026 between 17:15 and 17:35 MST:

“Hi! You on your way?”

“sorry can’t make it running behind with work”

“You said that the last time too”

“Look I was hoping to talk to you about this today so I’ll just say it here”

“Maybe it’s none of my business but I read that paper you wrote and”

“Did you really test that on PEOPLE???”

“you’re right it really isn’t your business”

“I’m worried about you”

“well don’t be”

“You’re not like this”

“i’m not like i was in school you mean”

“good”

“i was headed nowhere before the director picked me”

“That’s not true”

“anyway i’ve got a meeting with him now gotta go”

“give me a call when you’re not going to lecture me”

“Look if you ever need help getting out, just let me know, okay???”

“I’ll always be here for you if you need me”

“Love you”

—

Voicemail from BARCLAY FLETCHER to JASON FLETCHER on 01-14-2027 at 19:55 MST:

“Hey, um, Dad… [Yawn.] It’s been a while. But I guess it doesn’t make much of a difference, right? Ha… It’s been kind of rough. Not — nothing I can’t handle, I mean. Just, one of those things downstairs went and bit me the other day. Can you believe that? It just fucking bit me. Don’t worry, I taught it a lesson. The bite still hurts like hell, though. Eh, I’ll deal. I’m going to present at this big genetics conference next week about the paper I just finished. My name was even on it! Pretty cool, huh? Anyway, if I do well, I’m hoping the Director will cut me some slack over the whole… I won’t get into it. But then, if you could really hear this, maybe you’d have some advice. Anyway. Bye for now.”

—

from BARCLAY FLETCHER to ALICIA JACOBSON on 10-28-2027 at 14:33 MST:

“hey sorry for falling off the face of the earth”

“can we tlak”

“* talk (haven’t slept in 4 days now haha)”

“look i can’t talk about it here but its kind of important”

—

Call from BARCLAY FLETCHER to JASON FLETCHER on 10-28-2027 at 23:46 MST:

I’m sorry, the voicemail box for the person you’re calling is currently full. Please try again later.

“…Fuck.”

—

Voicemail from BARCLAY FLETCHER to MELISSA BENNETT on 11-14-2027 at 20:01 MST:

“Hey Mom? So… It’s been a while. I know... I know it didn’t go great last time. But could you maybe give me a call? I. I need to talk about something. After the stuff you told me about last time, I just hoped you might know what to do. If I’m blowing this out of proportion, or… I just need to talk, okay?! I know you’re mad at Dad, but he’s dead, and it’s not my fucking fault if he did the kind of things you said. I was a kid. So maybe cut me some slack and give me a chance. Please. Or don’t, I guess. Love you. Bye.”

—

Text message exchange between MELISSA BENNETT and BARCLAY FLETCHER on 11-14-2027 between 20:05 and 20:11 MST:

“Don’t call me again.”

“are you kidding”

“you couldn’t even work up the guts to “ —

Your message could not be sent.

“seriously?”

Your message could not be sent.

“you said all this stuff about dad, abuse this cheating that, acting like you’re better or whatever. guess what though you’re not”

Your message could not be sent.

“good people don’t give up on their kids”

Your message could not be sent.

“you know what, maybe dad did hit you. can’t blame him”

Your message could not be sent.

“fucking bitch”

Your message could not be sent.

—

Messages from BARCLAY FLETCHER to ALICIA JACOBSON on 11-14-2027 at 20:15-20:17 MST:

“so it’s like that then”

“‘oh I’ll always be there barclay if you need out of there just call me barclay barclay please let me help~’”

“guess that was all bullshit”

“so bye”

—

Message from BARCLAY FLETCHER to JASON FLETCHER on 12-25-2027 at 21:21-21:23 MST:

“hey dad I tried calling a while back but your vm box is full (my fault haha)”

This number is out of service.

“guess this is really it huh”

This number is out of service.

“love you”

This number is out of service.

—

Draft message from BARCLAY FLETCHER to MELISSA BENNETT, last modified on 12-31-2027 at 21:55 MST:

“you’re probably not going to get this but I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it I just get stressed out and it makes me say some stupid shit and okay wow when I say it like that I wouldn’t talk to me either so nevermind”

—

“Clay?”

Barclay didn’t move from his position of being slumped forward in his seat as he clutched the phone in his shaking hand. The Director’s voice was kind, concerned even, but Barclay didn’t want his mentor seeing him like this, and he didn’t trust his voice not to break if he said anything.

He startled when a stray tear drop hit the screen with an audible plop.

“Clay, what’s wrong? Here, let me see,” Richardson insisted, pulling the phone from his hand.

Barclay didn’t resist.

“Oh, Clay…” the Director said as he scrolled through his texts, his voice filled with concern. Or disappointment. “I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this.”

Barclay ducked his head and shoved his hands under his armpits, hoping the Director wouldn’t ask to see his wrists. “It’s fine, sir. Really,” he muttered.

The Director stopped scrolling at a certain point, and for a second he scowled down at his protegé.

Barclay closed in on himself further, bracing for the worst.

The Director’s expression softened. “I can’t let you keep doing this,” he said in a firm but gentle tone, pocketing the phone. “You deserve better that to have such unreliable people in your life.”

“But…!” Barclay protested, jerking his head up to look at the Director with wide eyes.

The Director cocked an eyebrow in warning, though his kind smile remained unchanged.

“O-of course. Thank you, sir,” Barclay quickly corrected himself, looking back down with a tense smile.

He should be happy. The Director, at least, was still there for him, no matter how many times he’d screwed up. So the rest of it… it was all worth it, right?

—

Messages from ALICIA JACOBSON to BARCLAY FLETCHER on 06-17-2028 at 16:42 MST:

“OMG I’m so sorry. Are you OK???”

“I just saw this”

“A lot of stuff happened. I had to get a new phone. I’ll tell you all about it”

“Whenever you want to talk”

“My offer still stands by the way”

“Barclay???”

“I don’t know if you’re getting these, but please be OK. Love you lots”

This number is out of service.

*****

Director David Richardson and Alicia Jacobson are @skinofafish’s characters. Barclay Fletcher, Jason Fletcher, and Melissa Bennett are my characters.

[yet-another-heathen]

For my beloved henry: 12, 27, 38, and..3 (go to bed and nEVER WAKE UP HAHA)

And for Naddylicious: 18, 32, and B!

Oh boy. Putting this bad boy under a cut because it's a long one! Thank you Nemi <33

Henry:

How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Most nights, Henry spends about an hour before bed bundled up and reading. He almost always ends up reading a little longer than he intended to, fighting off the heavy eyes until he finally has to put the book down before he drops it.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? 

Oh, this one is a very familiar frustration for him—the scar tissue around his arm acts up sometimes and will get insanely itchy, but because the nerves have been so heavily rewired it can be nearly impossible to figure out WHERE the scratch is coming from. Imagine if you got a mosquito bite but no matter how much you ran your hand over your skin, you can only find a spot CLOSE to where the bite actually is. And most of the places you end up trying to itch are on scar tissue, which itself feels awful to scratch at. It's endlessly frustrating. Henry will try to ignore them for a while, but he usually just gets shifty and then irritable and then finally has to go off to a bathroom somewhere to spend ten minutes searching for them.

More mundane itches, he'll just excuse himself to go handle.

What causes them to feel dread? 

😈 Electricity. The sound of it crackling, the sight of sparks arcing through air. It gives him a very tangible kind of dread because he knows that if he gets shocked, it could very well stop his heart. And even if it doesn't kill him outright, a good shock means going to make sure that his ICD is still functional. And if not, that means yet another heart surgery in order to replace it.

Dogs are another one. Less dread and more 'you're gonna get to see him climb onto a table to get away from your Pomeranian' kind of antics.

What memory do they revisit the most often? 

You know, this is a really really hard one for me to answer. Henry spends so much of his time planning for the future, and very rarely goes about living in the past. Unless it's something he's still carrying a lot of guilt over. And of those, you pretty much have your pick—most of the time it's over the kind of mistake that you can only see the other choices for in hindsight. How you'd wish you'd been more careful, that you'd known to ask, that you'd waited just one day more. The ones that really haunt him are the ones that got other people hurt. And unfortunately, of those he has quite a selection.

Nadi:

What embarrasses them?

Nudity. And unfortunately for Nadi, his definition of the word is MUCH different than the ifrits'. To him and his people, a grown man having his hair exposed to people other than family is horribly indecent. Having his face exposed to strangers before they've become acquainted is the same. And having any more of his body exposed than just his hands and feet?? It's so unthinkably humiliating that to be in as little clothing as the ifrit wear would make Nadeem want to curl up into a little ball and cry. He has no idea how the ifrit just. Do that. And he's so badly hoping they won't make him join them.

[Here's the fun part of having Nadi as a narrator though: this boy doesn't realize that to the rest of the world, he's the one who is such a traditionalist and prude that it borders on comedy. They entertain it because they think it's cute.]

Do they have a go-to story in conversation? Or a joke? 

Not a specific joke, but he does have some pretty signature stories when he's around younger kids. Nadi earned himself a reputation around his village for being able to entertain all the children with his storytelling. It got to the point where parents who wanted to socialize during holidays knew exactly where to go leave their little ones; circled around a fire where Nadeem was already painting tales of travellers and magic. And the kids loved it because if they begged enough, then near the end of the night they could always talk him into one (1) scary story. And at those? Nadeem absolutely excelled. Sometimes it would be stories he adapted from real jinn encounters—a lot less bloody and terrifying than real life tales, but taking from the things that made them so unnerving. And he'd watch for when the kids were all holding their breaths in terror, then give a little jump scare. And then end the story on something silly, once the chorus of delighted screaming was over.

And for Nadi's final question, I've already got the answer for you here!

[daramdarararam]

64, 60

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

03: Do you regret anything?

04: Are you insecure?

05: What is your relationship status?

06: How do you want to die?

07: What did you last eat?

08: Played any sports?

09: Do you bite your nails?

10: When was your last physical fight?

11: Do you like someone?

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

14: Do you miss someone?

15: Have any pets?

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

18: Are you scared of spiders?

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

26: What are you craving right now?

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

30: What’s irritating you right now?

31: Does somebody love you?

32: What is your favourite color?

33: Do you have trust issues?

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

51: Favourite food?

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

54: Is cheating ever okay?

55: Are you mean?

56: How many people have you fist fought?

57: Do you believe in true love?

58: Favourite weather?

59: Do you like the snow?

60: Do you wanna get married?

No for now. Mahirap kasi magsalita ng tapos, baka mamaya mauna pako ikasal haha

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

62: What makes you happy?

63: Would you change your name?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Hindi naman siguro. I think it would be nice nga e.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

salamat anony hehe

[tteokdoroki]

dick destroyer december | i. midoriya

♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.2K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with no nut november over,  finals complete and christmas right around the corner, your number one boy returns to you with only one thing on his mind.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) wall sex, fingering ( female recieving ), light!pet play, spitting, cum play, mentions of sex toys, exhibitionism, oral sex ( male + female recieving ),  light!praise, heavy!breeding kink.

♡ author’s note(s):  merry christmas everyone! i hope despite the circumstances that you’re all able to enjoy the holidays and are staying safe, if you’re not celebrating i wish you a wonderful day as well!! anyways here’s a little festive fic to satisfy you guys and tysm for 2K+ followers <33 find the corresponding kiribaku fic here!

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ever since you’d started college, your roomate, katsuki had always said that november was his favourite month of the year; it took you a while to figure out why.

having known the blonde since you were a child, you were aware that he despised the cold weather that nipped at his nose and made his quirk slow down. he hated wearing extra sweaters and begrudgingly asking your mother to make him some hot chocolate whenever he came over to play; in fact he hated asking you for it now as adults in your early twenties but as his good college roommate from freshmen year, you made sure he always had a mug waiting. nonetheless,  katsuki’s sudden love for the winter months  and festive weeks following honestly confused you to your wits end— especially with the impending doom of finals sneaking up on you.

however, you quickly found out the reason behind your best friend’s change in attitude towards the month of november, six months into your freshman year relationship with  izuku midoriya.

“no nut november,” katsuki had purred into the neck of his beer bottle, rolling the cool glass against his bottom lip as he laughed at you from across the room. you had recalled the conversation to have occurred exactly half way through october, before the aforementioned month, you and your roommate had decided to host a small gathering with your classmates— purely fulled by thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and beer, only two of the boxes had been vegetarian for your friends mina ashido and denki kaminari ( he was challenged by mina to go green for an entire month. “that’s why i love this month s’fuckin’ much.” 

bakugou ended his sentence with a swig of his beer, setting the now empty bottle onto the coffee table that had been a house warming gift from his own mom. the sound causes todoroki and sero to jump from their place playing cards against humanity with your girl friend momo on the floor, and kirishima ( bakugou’s crush at the time, who’s drunk and passed out in the blonde’s lap ) to flinch awake. katuski pets his red hair once, making kirishima blink up at him affectionally.

your boyfriend, izuku, fidgets under the intimating stare of your roomie and you can tell he’s fighting the blush that spreads rapidly across his freckled cheeks.  “n-no nut november?” your baby squeaks out, large palm settling on your lower waist as you shuffle to get comfortable in his lap. it’s clear he hasn’t taken part before, so you know exactly what your best friend is doing. trying to tease him in front of all your friends and pull him into something that you’re going to hate. nonetheless, deku downs the rest of his own alcoholic drink as bakugou prepares a response— the rest of your friendship group now pulled into the conversation.

“katsuki bakugou, don’t be mean.” you scold with a bite into your grease laced pizza and offer up the rest to izuku, who politely passes. you pout.

“‘m not, just sayin’— that damn month will be the only time of the year that i don’t get to hear you and the goddamn nerd fuckin’ like rabbits all the time.”

this time, its you who fights an embarrassed look on your face while your green haired lover simply swipes todoroki’s shot from the coffee table and swallows it all at once. the dual haired boy only groans before rising to get another from the kitchen and the rest of your friends hide their giggles in their own drinks, cards and half eaten pizza slices. “you…you can hear us?”  you squeal incredulously, causing your friends to snort out loud again. izuku still says nothing.

“baby, we damn near almost see you whenever we drop by!” kirishima mumbles with sleep curling in his tone, he stretches like a cat on bakugou’s lap and grins at you— sharpened teeth dazzling under the LED lights in your living room. they flicker to a deep green, but you barely notice it.

abandoning your pizza as a whole, you huff and push up the sleeves of izuku’s hoodie that you wear— just about ready to pummel your best friend into the ground for having people over while you…ahem…get some, but shoto returns from the kitchen quicker than you anticipate and cuts right through the chatter with ease, giving you little time to feel flustered by the sudden turn in conversation. “you guys are more sexually active than my parents and they had four kids, messed up with raising us from touya, though,” he says in his iconic monotonous voice, causing you to splutter and katsuki to kick his feet out in victory. “seriously, i doubt midoriya would be able to beat any of us at this no nut  november thing ‘cause of it.”

this time, deku ( as so affectionally nicknamed by your childhood best friend ), pouts, his frustrated voice bleeding into the conversation. “c’mon, don’t you have a little faith in me, shoto?”

“no.” is todoroki’s simple answer. you flinch, did you guys really have sex that often? to the point where no one believed your boyfriend could go a month without getting his dick wet?

“i second that,” kaminari pipes in, picking a mushroom off of his pizza and leaning over to plop it into sero’s mouth.

“third it!” the latter adds.

your roomie takes that and runs with it. “he wouldn’t last a day even if he tried.”

“leave it alone, katsuki.” you find the courage to defend yourself through your flustered state without realising the buzz of beer and vodka shooting through zuku’s veins.

it takes quite a bit to get your boyfriend drunk, he was a big boy after all and played for your college football team but once the drink was through his system he often broke out of his shy demeanour and into one of confidence and challenging your beloved best friend. izuku’s grip on your waist tightens as he leans forward to point accusingly at the blonde before speaking. “wanna fucking bet on it, kacchan?” he says with sparkling emerald eyes and a honeyed voice that makes you twitch in place in his lap. of course you would get horny right in the middle of your two best boys having a drunk argument.

“what’chu say nerd?” bakugou slurs, pushing poor kirishima off of his lap and to the floor in order to stand up and cross the room towards your boyfriend, pointing a finger in his face.

izuku pushes the digit away, smirking up at the blonde drunkenly and everyone’s gaze in the room suddenly falls on them. “i bet that i can last longer in no nut november than you.”

you whimper from your lover’s lap, knowing that as soon as everyone clears out you’re going to pounce on him before this stupid bet takes place. this doesn’t go unnoticed by the girls, momo and mina, who tease you for having such a high libido but you don’t think they’ll understand how much you’re going to suffer without your broccoli haired boyfriend’s dick every other night. 

you love izuku and katsuki, you really do— but its times like this, for the sake of your sex drive and love life, that you really wish they’d got along more. maybe it was their little battle for your affection that caused the rift between the two, after all katsuki had been the only boy in your life up until college and izuku, you were pretty sure was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…either way, their rivalry was getting in your way and was about to be a major cockblock for the next thirty days. “hold up you guys, don’t i get a say in this?” your voice comes out in a slight whine as you tug on midoriya’s fitted shirt, but he’s too busy having a stare off with your roommate to notice. “what about me and my needs?”

“it’s not about’cha, shitty girl.”

“stay out of this, yn.”

you huff, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend izuku’s lap to stand and smack the pair of losers upside their heads before joining your girls on the floor. mina pulls you into a comforting hug, trying to distract your mind from the fact that it’ll be deku dick-less for a month while momo serves you out a set of cards to join her in a game of cards against humanity with the other boys lounging on the floor— kirihsima is invited into the game too. “sounds like i’ll be getting you a dildo as an early christmas present!” ashido comments, swiping her deck off of your hand me down rug before anyone can see them.

momo grins at you while you take your cards and take another shot from poor, unsuspecting shoto. “better make it extra thick, we know he’s got a nice one on him, yn.”

“fuck you guys.”

“gladly, we’re not taking part of no nut november like those two idiots.” the black haired girl hums, shuffling in her seat to start the next round. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze to watch the green and blonde haired boys you adore so much fight over this trivial guys only event.

their cheeks are flushed from all the beer they’ve drunk and they’re leaning on each other for support, but that doesn’t stop them from going at each other. “you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried, shitty deku.” katsuki mumbles, arm around midoriya’s head— forcing the poor boy into bakugou’s large pecs. “haha...shitku…”

“oh try me, bitch.” your boyfriend counters, voice so husky it sends shivers down your spine, although it contrasts deeply with the sight of his adorable cheeks pressed against katsuki’s tits.

they’re too drunk to brawl it out and quite frankly you’re too tired to bother to stop them, mind only wondering how you plan to survive the next thirty days.

three years, three novembers and a few weeks into december later; you’re still wondering how the hell you’ve survived.

ever since that night in your freshman year; izuku, bakugou and the other boys have competed vigorously to last throughout the entirety of no nut november; your boyfriend having won the last three years in a row. katsuki hated it, losing to your izuku but he hated the victory sex you gave him even more. 

you’d think he’d be used to it by now, with everyone in their final year of college but bakugou had manage to luck out this year on not hearing you and midoriya go round after round on november thirtieth. finals had hit you guys hard in terms of wrapping up the semester before christmas; they were important to pass too, considering you’d all be graduating within a few months, so you’d barely seen izuku since november ended and december rolled around.

now, being a couple weeks into the festive month and with finals drawing to a close— you had yet to make plans to see your boyfriend. there was little time between the online classes and preparation from the holidays, yet you could feel yourself growing more sexually frustrated by the second. rubbing one out wasn’t doing it for you anymore and listening katsuki’s bragging about his peaceful nights of sleep while you decorated your apartment with mistletoe and tinsel was really starting to tick you off.

the very decoration slips from between your fingers as bakugou walks in, yanking bits of tape from his fingers from where you had him lining the ceiling rails with gold, green and red tinsel. the blonde had only gone and slammed the door to your living room against the wall, grumbling about the stupid mess of clear tape across his clumsy fingers— the action scaring you half to death before you huff, facing him. “what, katsuki? what could you possibly need right now?”

his vermillion gaze picks up from his smoking palms,  a last resort to getting rid of the tape. “came to tell ya that ‘m headin’ out with kirishima— going to pick up our girlfriend from the airport.” a sweet blush lays loosely against your best friend’s cheeks at his admission, not long after you guys’ drunken night in freshman year, bakugou had confessed to your red headed companion; only to find out he had a girlfriend waiting for him in his hometown. 

kirishima wasn’t a cheater, but he also couldn’t help the flutter in his heart around bakugou— so had the two meet straight away and after a lot of tears and large dramatics, the three settled into a cute little relationship. you’d only met the girl once when she visited both boys for spring break— but you’d loved her and knew how much she made your best friend happy.

you smile nonetheless, picking the mistletoe up from the floor. “tell her i said hi, yeah?” you mention to your friend while he shrugs on a jacket and checks himself in the mirror. katsuki was in love, and it was insanely adorable to see. “do i need to set up the guest bedroom for her ’n kiri?”

“nah, shitty red head kicked out kami, he’s staying with sero and mina while my girl’s up.” katsuki shakes his head, letting you fix the collar of his jacket after you bound over to him. “we’ll be back after lunch to pick up some of my stuff though. so don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid and i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you cross a finger over your heart but the mischievous smile on your face gives you away. “no promises katsu, stay safe out there!”

your smile drops however, as soon as your roommate closes the door behind him, knowing him and kirishima, they’ll probably fuck their girl across all the surfaces in eijirou’s free apartment, which only makes your stomach churn with hot jealously and a hint of arousal. 

selfish of you as it were, you wish your boyfriend hadn’t chosen such an intense subject with so many finals and intense studying— but izuku loved engineering almost as much as he loved you, so its not like you would ask him to give up his passion.

besides, you figured he’d look pretty hot in his mechanics classes—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scared hands on display while sweat drips down his furrowed brow and—

and fuck me, now you were as horny as a mother fucker.

a familiar ache appears between your thighs while you attempt to busy yourself with the rest of the festive decorations; you hang a wreathe at the door both inside and out, tape the remaining tinsel around counters in your kitchen and finally attempt to fix the christmas tree katsuki insisted wasn’t lopsided ( even though it was ). but no matter how hard you worked om christmas-ing the apartment, you couldn’t shake the fantasy of midoriya railing you against his work bench. it wouldn’t go away.

patting your cheeks to calm your hot flush; you decide that you’re done bedazzling and fix some christmas lights above your doorways to go with your LED ones, and get ready to take a cold shower and hoping that the wetness between your legs will go away. you make a  b-line for the bathroom, not bothering to bring a spare change of clothes since katsuki isn’t home. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before.

you’re half way through your commute, wearing nothing but one of zuku’s old shirts when the front door jingles and busts open from the other side of your home. foot steps pound against your hardwood floor, letting you know someone is approaching.

“fucking hell katsuki, stop slamming the door against the wall before you make another—“ your words die in the back of your throat when your sweet little boyfriend comes into view. albeit a bit dishevelled, deku’s green hair falls prettily over his excited eyes while sweat rolls in tiny droplets from his forehead to his chin and his backpack hanging half off of his shoulder…in all honesty he looks a mess, but a good looking one at that. “zuku? what are you doing here?”

your lover looks bewildered, but a smile that fills you with warmth crosses his face. “i ran across campus to see you; i finished my finals…” he pants, the engineering building is pretty far from here so no wonder he looks the way he does.

despite knowing this, you quirk a brow. “still doesn’t answer my question babe.”

“november is over,” izuku sighs, dropping his backpack and crossing the room towards you in three short strides. When he reaches you, scarred hands curl around your waist while soft lips tickle the shell of your ear with deku’s next words. “it’s christmas…don’t make me wait. i want to fuck you.”

you don’t miss the way bight green eyes darken and drag up your hand naked body, your boyfriend’s shirt ending just above your knees and exposing the meat of your thighs to him. the wetness pools between them, making your skin glisten under familiar flashing LED lights and tinsel. izuku is waiting for a. sign...anything for you to give him consent to take his prize between your legs, electricity crackles in the air and you instinctively reach up to curl your fingers in his curls. “fuck me, izuku.” you say breathlessly, unleashing a month and a half’s worth of hormones out onto each other. ��fuck me like you mean it, big boy.”

the teasing lilt to your voice earns you a spank to the ass as deku lifts you up into his arms and over his muscular shoulder. you squeal in delight at the harsh sting, leaning down to pat his ass too. he’s got a particularly nice one and you’re sure it was carved by the fucking gods. 

the green haired boy hauls you over to the kitchen counter, setting you down atop it before his lips find yours in passionate and hurried movements. its been so long since you’ve kissed him, felt his muscles ripple under your touch while your hand roams his chest underneath the varsity jacket he wears.

you push the offending material off while izuku trails a hand between your thighs, chuckling into the kiss at the slick that adds a glimmer to your skin. his pink tongue darts out to lick a stripe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter your hot mouth. you grant him access, swirling your own pink muscle around is and suck it down. your breath hitches as thick fingers finally come into contact with the burn of your heat, gently prodding at your puffy, sticky clit. “you’re…doll, you’re so fucking wet already. did you miss me?” your boy moans breathlessly in between your sloppy kisses, pulling away to show you the string of your slick that coats his fingers. you nod in agreement.

izuku taps your lips once and you obediently take the digits into your mouth, humming at your sweetness that invades your tongue, all the while, his other wandering hand shoves two digits into your wet cunt with no warning— making you shiver on the counter while the tinsel you’d taped there scratches at your calves. both sets of fingers thrust into your openings at the same time, giving you a friction you so awfully desire.

“such a good girl, dollface— fuck, i f-forgot how good you looked sucking on my fingers like that.” midoriya whines out and you’re not sure which of your holes he’s referring to, but you couldn’t care less, not when those that stuff your tight pussy are curling against the walls in a way that has you leaking sweet nectar all over your marble surfaces. you gush at his praise however, bucking your hips into his hand while the heel of his palm grinds into your swollen clit— sending shockwaves through your body.

the fingers that plug your mouth are pulled out so the darling sounds of your moans mingle with that of your dripping heat, walls clenching around izuku every once on a while. your lover grinds against the table, watching you with close eyes as your face contorts into expressions that he’s missed so dearly. one thrust into your spongy g-spot makes your body jump and thighs close around your boyfriend’s hand— head falling forward against his shoulder. “mnn, zuzu... haven’t felt this good in s’long, gonna cum, gonna mess up your hand.”

to your dismay, deku pulls from your cunt faster than you would have liked and you whine at the empty feeling in your stretched out hole. your heat makes an awful dripping sound when you’re fully empty, and you grunt knowing that its a mess you’ll have to clean up later. 

however, you’re easily distracted by the lips at your collar bones, painting bruises into your sweat licked skin while slick hands paw at your breasts. “cum on my face first, please?” its cute how desperate izuku is, but you can’t say that you aren’t either— especially when you haven’t fucked in so long.

“yes, god yes…” you accept too quickly while your shirt is pulled off completely; for midoriya’s mouth as moved from pressing hot kisses to your neck onto biting at your breast and rolling the hardened nipple of your other with his free hand. “but, wanna suck you off too ‘zuku…”

your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate with his next movements, kicking off his pants and boxers ( in one go, mind you ) before  picking you up once again and sinking to the floor with you in his arms. he makes quick work of flipping you onto your tummy, pulsing cunny shoved so close into his face that you can feel deku’s nose bump your clit when he breathes and then;  your face rests so easily on the swell of his thigh— right next to his hardened cock that you’ve missed so much.

izuku midoriya is a god and you swear by it.

your friend’s were right, he is packing. he’s thick and girthy, tip angry and red as it leaks heavily with a clear precum that has you drooling. “missed your dick, zu,“ you sigh, mostly to yourself and before you know it, your lips enclose around the head of his cock.

the way you suck on it, as if you’ve been starved of your last meal makes izuku shiver with pleasure and his nails dig into your peachy ass. you roll his balls between your fingers, loving the delicious whimpers you manage to lure from between your boy’s lips and the sound makes your pussy spasm around nothing.

a weighted palm moves to the back of your head in order to push you further down on his cock, deku’s own hips bucking up so you swallow more of him down. the taste of him is dangerously addictive, saltiness dancing across your tongue. “suck my dick sweetheart, yeah? suck on it just like that, good girl.” the hot breath from each of his choked laments brushes against your eager cunt, dampening your skin even more. he dives right in, tongue slithering between your puffy folds while he slurps at you with at  insatiable place. 

izuku craves to make you feel nothing but ecstasy, working his pink muscle hard against your walls that clamp down on his tongue while yours runs laps between the dribbling tip of his iron hot length. inhaling sharply, you force yourself to take more of deku down your throat, listening out for the tears that sting in his emerald eyes wen you swallow around him. You hum with sweet victory when his breathing stutters and hips jump up with excitement.

you’re both close, sensitive from the time you’ve spent away from one another, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. the room rises with temperature at every step you take towards orgasm, deku taking your cheeks in large, calloused palms and spreading you apart to spit directly into your hole. you swear on your life you’d never known pleasure until you’d met izuku, as no matter how much time you’d been apart, he still knew all the little tips and tricks to get you going. where to hold you, how to touch you, what to say. he was always so focused on making you feel good.

your head bobs up and down with an inconsistent pace, each time, your tongue mapping out the veins on his girth that you’d come to know so well, hand’s fisting at balls and the rest of his cock that you can’t reach.

“i’m gonna…doll—puppy, i’m gonna cream in that mouth of yours… please,” a strangled cry. “i-is that okay?”

you tap his thigh once, your own little signal to let your boyfriend know it’s okay before continuing your work— letting drool pool in your mouth before spewing it onto his cock. deku pulls his tongue from inside of you, flicking it rapidly at your clit to bring you closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to cum without you. and he doesn’t, the cord that’s built up in your stomach finally snapping.

white flashes behind your eyes as you gush all over izuku’s face, drenching his freckled cheeks and painting his innocence with a layer of your honeyed sin. Your lover follows shortly after, filling your mouth to the brim with a heavy load that tastes of him and only him. a taste that you could fall in love with every single day. “baby,”  you giggle after letting go of his cock with a satisfying ‘pop’, heat spreading beneath your skin as you take note of the slight shine to the green haired student’s face. “think you made me squirt!”

“guess i did! you’re always so cute when you squirt for me, yn,” and like the messy boy he is, midoriya wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ( always a poor eater, couldn’t keep his meal in one peace ) before peeking at you from over your quivering and arched back. izuku smiles proudly at his handy-work of your messy cunt, radiating a billion rays of sunshine and your heart clenches in your chest. you hate how cute he looks when you’re in such a lewd and compromising position, like he hadn’t just fucked you dumb under the mistletoe. “should’ve been on my dick ’n not m-my tongue though...”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to another round, if you aren’t.”

“like hell i could say no to being inside you after a whole month of waiting, doll.”

you roll your eyes, but wiggle your hips back into your boyfriend’s face nonetheless. “then dick me down deku, destroy me.”

with your boyfriend’s help, you manage to crawl off of his lap and wait patiently on your knees as he stands. izuku beams down at you, a hundred and one words of love written in his eyes that glow warmly under christmas lights before he pets your head and reaches for your hands to help you stand on shaky legs.

the first kiss you share after this is gentle and sweet, even while your tangled fingers are set free and deku’s large hands are once again on your waist, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hips as he backs you into the nearest wall. you simper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and allow him to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs— locking your ankles at the centre of his back and just above bis bum— all the while keeping you pressed against the wall.

the outline of izuku’s length presses hotly against your weeping slit, his lips still slotted against yours in a slow liplock while his tip smears the remains of his seed across your clit and between your folds. you feel your boyfriend’s arms quiver around you as he slowly begins to sheath himself within your spamming pussy— jolting away from his lips, your mouth falls open in a weak moan and the green eyed boy quickly follows you, copying the movement of your lips as his sweaty forehead meets your own and your gazes align sweetly. “doll…” he mumbles brokenly, letting you adjust to the push of his cock against your walls. “been so long since i felt you like this…”

your fingertips reach out and graze his shoulders, hot breath fanning out between your bodies as izuku’s cock reaches the hilt inside of you. he stills. “move baby, can’t wait anymore— “

izuku midoriya doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to fucking you; finally making the move to bottom out inside of your pussy. heat blossoms in your heart and your glistening mound as your lover gently rolls his hips against yours and the way he feels reminds you that your mind, body and soul belong to him and him only.

although you are finally together, moving as one against the wall in your shitty college apartment, you crave for izuku to fill you to the brim and reach up to tug at mossy locks in order to bring him impossibly closer.

you don’t dare close your eyes as deku sets the pace, not even as your gaze on him flutters, you want the image of his blushed and blissed out face imprinted to into the back of your mind forever, you want the sounds of struggled whimpers and skin slapping against skin to become the tune of your memories. you want your senses to be filled with him always and forever as make love against tinselled ceiling rails and mistletoe above your heads. all you can think is more, more, more. more of him, more of izuku.

“focus on me, puppy,” izuku reminds you, grinding his pelvis against you every time his hips canter into you. his cock grazes the entrance of your womb, leaking into you like a cocktail of your arousals. but the neediness behind his words makes you blink away the glassiness in your eyes, locking your arms and legs around him tighter and grinding your hips down to meet the drive of his cock into your spongy g-spot. “your cute lil hole’s still so tight, nice ’n moulded into the shape of my cock— made to take me, right?” your boy babbles, tripping over his sentences through the saliva on his tongue.

the feeling has you stirring against your boyfriend’s length, his now rapid pace sending your teary eyes rolling and you mewling. “made for you ’n only you ‘zu, please don’ stop…” is all you can say, mind breaking as midoriya’s hands drop between your joined bodies to draw lazy shapes into your puffy nub, the movements silky due to the mild mix of juices coating your sexes.

each thrust from your lover sends you a little bit up the wall, head of his cock catching tastefully along the ridges of your velvety walls— the way your pussy feels inside drives izuku to the brink of insanity, you’ve always been able to take him so well and he missed the way your cute face curled into expressions of desire all for him. you’re so pretty, so intoxicating and he’s so happy to have you back in his arms.

“s-such a good girl for me, yn…fucking hell puppy,” izuku punctuates each of his toe curling thrusts with stuttered cries of your name, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. everything feels so sloppy, tainted with signs of your love but as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel, you couldn’t care less. “gonna make you mine, gonna fill you up and make you my fucking puppy.”

“’m already yours, always will be zuku,” you manage to speak, clenching down on him and letting out an almost pornographic moan as deku drills into you with the last of his strength.

he nods against your foreheads that remain pressed together, staring at you with adoration written across his seafood eyes. “love you, doll…love you s’much, you did so well baby…cum for me now…” izuku mumbles out, hissing slightly as your grip on his hair tightens to yank him down for one final searing kiss.

tears of heavenly pleasure roll down your cheeks as he swallows your final moan, his words pushing you right over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm. “c-cumming!” you squeal so loud that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, while you lose control and pulse around midoriya’s scalding cock. the world of colour flashes behind your eyes— release splattering out against your boyfriend’s pelvis and the floor. “mnnn, izuku! i love you, please…”

you’re begging now, your sloppy pussy coaxing him along to his own release while deku relentlessly fucks into you. his chest rumbles with every one of his whimpers and groans, cock pushing you into overstimulation while he snaps his hips into you.

“ohh i love you…gonna cum, gonna cum— fuck, puppy—!” he sobs pathetically, dropping his head to your neck as his teeth clamp down on your bare skin to silence himsel. your tired body is forced up the wall while izuku tumbles into his own orgasm, sweltering seed splashing up inside your abused cunt. he slows to a grind, creaming inside you and painting your insides white as snow— panting with you until your breathing calms down.

the pair of you sink to the floor again, still in one another’s embrace as exhaustion sweeps over your limbs. before you know it, izuku is giggling sweetly against your lips, pressing grateful kisses along your neck and jaw while you fiddle with his baby hairs on the nape of his neck— still trying to catch your breath.

“t-that,” he sighs, nothing but love and adoration cushioning his gaze on you as you settle in his lap. you squirm at feeling so full, his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole but find yourself getting comfortable soon after. “that was so good, i missed you, yn, really.”

you cup the boy’s freckled cheeks and hum, heart swelling at his slight confession. “i missed you more zuku, all of you, not just your dick.” you clarify your words, making light of the mess you’ve made.

izuku rolls his eyes but leans into your gentle touch nonetheless, faking a pout in order to get a kiss on the lips. “glad to know that my girlfriend still loves me, even when she’s been deprived of my godly cock for a month and a half.”

“i’ll always love you.” you say, leaning in to give him a slight peck on the lips.

“as will i.”

you both tilt your heads to complete the vow with a simple kiss when a cough cuts through the love filled atmosphere, making you and izuku jump right out of your skin. Immediately, your gaze scopes out the room, only to land on your child hood best friend— accompanied by both his girlfriend and boyfriend. fuck, you completely forgot about that.

“are you two done now?” katsuki drawls, still tucked into his winter jacket, while krishima covers his girlfriend’s eyes with a free hand, the other occupied by her luggage from her flight. she still offers you an awkward smile and a wave.

“k-kacchan! haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” deku squeaks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest and at least protect some of your decency. it’s nothing bakugou nor kirishima haven’t sen before ( it’s not the first time you’ve been caught like this ) but you allow yourself to fall into izuku’s protective embrace anyways— heated embarrassment prickling underneath your skin.

your blonde roommate, however, is livid— staring you down with bloody eyes that speak tales of murder. “knock? knock? i fucking live here, you shitty nerd!” bakugou scolds, making you flinch and offer him a weak smile. eijirou by now has the decency to escort his girlfriend into his other partner’s room to gather some of his belongings, effectively leaving you and your boyfriend to face the wrath of your favourite angry pomeranian. the blonde turns to you. “and i thought i told you not to do anythin’ fuckin’ stupid while i was gone?”

“don’t yell at me! i didn’t know izuku was coming… literally and figuratively!” both boys groan at this, making you scowl. what? it was a good joke! “besides, i was just congratulating my boyfriend for winning no nut november, again. you should be used to it by now, suki.”

katuski looks between you both, annoyance sweeping his face before he pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “couldn’t you congratulate him somewhere else? somewhere, where i didn’t have to be blinded and traumatised for the rest of my shitty life.”

this time, it’s your boyfriend who speaks up, standing with you in his arms. deku smirks evilly, pointing to the little green plant above your heads. “no can do kacchan, it’s dick destroyer december and there was no better way to start it, than under the mistletoe.”

izuku turns swiftly on his heel and makes a dash towards your bedroom before your best friend can threaten to blow you up, presumably to fuck you in your bed for this next round.

“fuck you guys!” he curses you out, watching you go.

“we’re already on it, have a great christmas, katsuki!” you sing back, just a deku slams your door shut and drops you onto your bed—  already crawling on top of you.

you’d have to thank katsuki someday for challenging izuku back in freshman year, because without his newfound love for november— you wouldn’t have discovered your guilty pleasure for dick destroyer december.

[cottonkendi]

Your Babies | 32

MASTERLIST

Sano Shinichiro x f!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Genre: Established Relationship, Fluff, Crack, Angst

Warning: Spoiler warnings, Profanity

Synopsis: Arguments ft. Guitars

Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33

“Be safe, make sure to be home before dinner.” You mumble against Shinichiro’s skin as he drops you off at your house before heading over to the new shop that the two of you had officially bought the other week which is also currently getting filled in with Shinichiro’s equipment from the old shop.

The move started only three days ago which has been making Shinichiro busier than ever which in turn makes you the one responsible for the financial problems for now.

Just like what the two of you had planned, the old shop is now being put on sale - without the kids knowing - while you are now working as a teacher’s assistant in university to scarpe as much money as you can before you graduate in a few months where you’ll be shadowing and assisting Sara’s mother in her engineering company.

“I will. Go have fun with Wakasa, okay? You two haven’t been spending all that much time with each other. He’s been threatening me recently, y’know? Telling me to stop swamping you with work.” He chuckles under his breath as he eyes the door behind you, leading to the living room of your house where Wakasa is most likely waiting for you.

Rolling your eyes, a smile still makes its way to your face as you take a few steps back. “Oh yeah? Did he kick you on the stomach again? Punched you to the ground like last time?”

“Oh haha, let’s all laugh at how your boyfriend got beaten up by your cousin. So funny.” Shinichiro tries to say with a straight face but inevitably breaks into laughter when Wakasa coincidentally opens the door to let you in after hearing your voice from the inside.

“What the hell are you guys doing outside? I’ve been waiting inside for five minutes, just how long do you guys say goodbye to each other?” You can practically hear the irritation from your cousin as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, shoulder leaning on the door frame as he raises his eyebrows at the two of you.

Lightly pushing Shinichiro away, you whisper under your breath. “Guess it’s time for you to go now before Mr. White Leopard beats you up.”

You catch a glimpse of Shinichiro biting his lip, suppressing his laughter as he shallowly nods at the two of you before walking over to his bike, all the while, Wakasa continues to look like he’s ready to drop kick both of you  judging from the frown on his face.

Once your boyfriend is out of view, you finally enter your house, going straight into your room while Wakasa follows.

“I still can’t believe the two of you bought that new building. Such a good place though, the traffic there is great, definitely gonna have more customers once you open up again.” Wakasa points out, taking his place on your bed like how he usually does as he watches you walk around your room, getting some documents and spare money in the different bags and purses that you haven;t used in awhile. “But also, you said something about needing money right? If you want, I can lend you two some money. Benkei and I have been getting a ton of new customers for some reason. Mostly females though. They’ve all paid for the 6 month subscription in the gym with coaching. It’s absurd.”

You pause from your searching to give your cousin a look. “Really now. You don’t know why there are a ton of new female clients in the gym? You sure about that? Are you absolutely sure that you do not know why your gym, owned by two muscular and fairly attractive men, are getting a surge of new female clients who willingly paid for a 6 month subscription in the gym?” By now, your cousin has already broken out in a fit of laughter, limbs splayed all over your bed as he tries to avoid the glare you’re directing at him.

“You just wanted to shove it in my face that you and Benkei are still sought after by girls even after highschool. You’re such an attention whore, it’s unbelievable.” You scoff lightheartedly, enjoying the chuckles leaving your cousin who merely shrugs at your words, a smirk on his face.

“It’s not my fault that I’m good looking and that my looks help with business. It’s just my business strategy.”

“Shut up. I don’t need to hear this. I’ve had enough of this conversation-”

“The conversation barely started.”

“And I’m already done with it. Now shh. I’m trying to find some money in my room.”

Going back to money searching, you hear your cousin let out a huff. “You’re such a brat. Like those little sisters who ruin their older brother’s chance in getting a girl.”

Sparing him a glance, you make sure that he sees you raise your eyebrows at him. “Speak for yourself. You’re the one who’s been threatening every potential lover who comes my way. If Shinichiro wasn’t so used to getting beaten up by the time we liked each other, I doubt he’d have lasted long with you threatening him with a dango stick every other night.”

“Hah! I was just making sure that the peop- wait… you knew? Since when?” Wakasa abruptly sits up from your bed, elbows propping him up as he stares at you with wide eyes, an unusual look on his bored face.

Rolling your eyes, you make your way to him only to flick his forehead. “I’ve known a year after Shin and I started dating, dumbass. You don’t think Manjiro actually kept your threats a secret, do you? He can barely contain his excitement when he told me about how cool you were beating up Shin that first time you threatened him.” You lightly punch his chest to make a point.

Slowly, he gets comfortable on the bed again. “If you’ve known for so long and haven’t actually confronted me about it, I guess that I’m off the hook right? You’ve already forgiven me which means that we can all forget about it ever happening.”

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips as you take a seat by your bed, beside your cousin, hands clutching the last of the money you’ve left in this room after completely abandoning it for a few months in a row just because you’ve taken up a permanent residency in the Sano household. “I only found 57,000 yen. This is not even enough to get through for a month.”

Turning towards you, Wakasa eyes the bills in your hand. “I told you, I can lend you money. I wasn’t just bragging earlier.”

You shake your head at him. “No, It will be too difficult if I borrow money from you. Shin and I already talked about it, we won’t be borrowing money for the shop since it will be too difficult in case things don’t go as plan.”

“But how are you guys going to find money for it then?”

“I’m taking up a part time job then I’ve already got a contractual job after I graduate in Sara’s family, you remember her, right?” Wakasa nods at you, now sat up and thinking hard on what to do to help. “Shin and I are also thinking of using the money that we;ve both been saving up for the future. ‘Cause remember how we both jokingly saved up money a few years ago for the wedding that we were planning? It got big through the years so I think that that will be good too. But other than that, just in case, I’m thinking of selling my guitar.”

Wakasa’s head snaps towards you, eyes blown out the moment you finish your sentence. “Your guitar?! You’re really going to sell that?”

Nodding your head, you let out a sigh as you take out your phone to show him some messages. “Yeah, I’ve been contacting some interested buyers, both here in Japan and some foreign ones. Since the guitar is in good condition and all of the parts were customized, it racked up quite a price. And besides, I haven;t really been using it all that much, just getting dusty in our room. It’s more like a display now anyways than an actual guitar so why not just sell it off to help with the payments.” You nonchalantly shrug.

“But you’ve spent years just saving up money for that. You worked so much before and you’re just going to sell it?”

“Wakasa, that’s in the past. I worked hard for it back then and now, it’s going to be sold off for a bigger and much needed money.”

After a second of silence, Wakasa lets out a sigh after making sure that you’re absolutely sure about what you’re about to do. “Are you sure that you won’t regret this?”

“I’m sure… and if I do, then I can just save up money in the future and buy another better guitar, right? Or maybe buy it back?”

“Who are you going to sell it to?”

“Remember Hikaru? Well, he has an uncle who collects guitars and he has the highest offered price for it so I’m thinking of meeting up with him this afternoon…”

“Is that why you asked me to hang out with you today? You gonna make me come with you?”

“... Maybe…”

Taking off your shoes, you greet grandpa who’s just about done with cooking the rice, Manjiro and Emma both running around the kitchen, putting the utensils on the dinner table. “You’re home late. Busy with school? You only have less than two months before you graduate, right?” Grandpa asks as he takes the takeout from you. “Shinichiro is still out but he called and said that he’ll be home soon.”

Nodding, greet the two kids. “Hm, I was just checking something out with Wakasa.”

“Hm, go clean up while I handle dinner. You two should clean up too, you’ve been running around all day.” Manjiro salutes before running over to the bathroom, Emma right behind him as he screams about showering first. All the while, you silently walk over to your bedroom, eyeing the empty wall where your guitar used to be displayed a few hours ago.

Taking your other guitar that you usually practice on, you gingerly hang it where your now sold guitar used to be, hoping that it will help with making the wall look less empty. “It doesn’t quite look right but it’ll do.” Letting out a sigh, you make your way to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up before dinner, unaware of the bedroom door opening.

Getting out of the bathroom, you’re startled when you see Shinichiro’s body on the bed, unmoving.

Putting on your clothes, you wait for him to start talking when you notice him glancing at you. “Today was so tiring.” He lets out a long sigh, lanky body stretching out on the soft mattress. “We moved the things for the break room and storage room then tomorrow, we’ll start moving things for the actual shop. They also delivered the new countertop, shelves and some new machines. I’m so excited but it’s so tiring.” Walking over to his side, you press a kiss on his forehead, your arms caging him down which puts a smirk on his lips.

“Is this your way of telling me that you’ll take care of me?” He murmurs, hands making their way to your hips. “If so, then please take care of me real good-”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Shin.” Flicking his forehead, you push yourself off of the bed after giving him a kiss on the nose. “Get ready for dinner, the kids must be hungry. C’mon.”

You hear him groan from the bed as you walk out of the bedroom before he follows after, body slouched as he drags his feet to the dining room.

All throughout dinner, you’re forced into answering the kids’ questions about why the old shop is getting cleaner and cleaner with the usual machines disappearing from sight while you make sure that Shinichiro doesn’t just accidentally let the secret out. Thankfully, after cleaning up, both the kids and grandpa headed to their bedroom while you helped Shinichiro back into yours. “Can’t you at least move your feet so we can go to our room faster?”

“I can’t~ I’m too tired.”

“I swear, Shin. I’m going to leave you in this hallway and lock you out of our room.”

Pushing him onto the bed, you heave out a sigh as you stretch out your arms, a little numb from dragging him across the house. “You should clean up before going to sleep, Shin-”

“Wait… where’s your guitar? Did the kids take it again?” Shinichiro sits up from the bed, eyes trained at the wall where your guitar is hung. “Or are you adding another set of customized thingies again?”

Shaking your head, you carelessly wave your hand. “It’s nothing. I just sold it-”

“What?! You sold it? Why?” By now, it seems as if the fatigue in Shinichiro’s body has gone away the moment you told him just what happened to your guitar. His dark eyes so wide as he stares at you with shock. “Why?! Was something wrong with it? Did the kids break it or something?! Do you want me to tell them off-”

“What the-? No, the kids didn’t break it or anything, okay? Would you please calm down? You’re reacting as if I sold your bike.” You chuckle as you make him sit down again, hands going to his shoulders to lightly massage the tension out of it. “I sold it because we needed money, right? I knew someone who collects those customized acoustic guitars and he gave me a million yen for it.” The small smile on your face gets wiped off when you notice the furrow in Shinichiro’s brows, lips turned into a frown as he looks up at you.

“You sold your guitar? Why would you- you didn’t have to. I could’ve done something, y’know. You shouldn’t have sold it.” He barks out, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he shrugs your hands off of his shoulders. “It’s my shop, Y/N. I could’ve found a way to pay for the remaining money that we needed to pay for-”

“Your shop?” Raising your brow, you put your hands on your hips. “Shin, we both decided on buying that shop, it’s not just your shop. It’s ours. And why are you acting like you’re more affected by that guitar than me? It’s my guitar. I paid for it years ago and now, I decided to sell it. Why are you acting like it’s such a big deal?”

“Well then, why are you acting like it’s not a big deal? That guitar has years of memories in it, Y/N! It’s not just some guitar. I know that you hold that guitar dear to you. You played it when you were all alone. Played it when we first became official. The kids love it. You taught Izana how to sing using that guitar and now you’re just going to sell it like it’s nothing!” Shinichiro raises his voice at you, hands moving around, trying to find a way to calm himself down as he feels something tick inside his head.

By now, you can feel your patience running thin as Shinichiro continues to glare up at you, his hands clutching the fabric of his pants as he rubs the back of his head in frustration. Running your tongue over your cheek, you let out a huff. “I know what that guitar means to me, Shinichiro. I’m the one who bought it. But it’s just a damn guitar that I can easily replace if I wanted to. For fucks sake, I can buy it again in the future once we have enough money again but for now, I just thought that you’d appreciate it if I helped with the million yen that we’re still missing for our shop. I just thought that you’d be happy that we don’t have to worry about scraping up some money.” Turning away from him, you busy yourself with pacing around the room, unable to look at Shinichiro right now, not when you can feel the irritation in your body exploding.

“You didn’t have to do that for the shop. It’s my shop and I would’ve found a way to-”

“There you go again with you calling it ‘your’ shop.” Throwing your hands in the air, you stomp over to your boyfriend, glaring straight at him. “Shinichiro. It’s our shop. You may have first dreamt of it, first thought of wanting it. But now. It’s not just your dream, okay? It’s ours. It’s our dream and we’re both working for it and if you find it so hard to accept that I sold a damn guitar to help you, then fine. Use the money on something else and stop talking to me like I just threw our relationship out the door just because I sold a piece of wood with some fancy accessories on it.”

Shinichiro lets out a loud groan, hand aggressively rubbing his head in frustration. “You don’t fucking get it! It’s not just the guitar. I’m supposed to be the one providing for us both and you-”

“Are you fucking insane? Is that really why you’re upset? You can’t accept a little help?”

It seems as if both of your words have only sunk in now that the two of you are glaring at each other, teeth bared and ready to say things that will most likely hurt the both of you once you utter them into existence.

The air is tense, feeling heavy and hard to breathe as the two of you lay still in the room, unsure on how to approach each other after what seems to be an explosive argument that sprung up from thin air.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose my temper-”

“I think we’re both tired, Shin.” You sigh out, shoulders dropping as you give him a glance before walking over to the dresser. “We should probably rest for tonight. Finish this in the morning. We’re not going to get anywhere if we keep talking while we’re both clearly drained.”

Stiffly nodding, Shinichiro watches with anticipation as you take out your phone and a jacket. “I’m going to Wakasa’s for tonight.”

“No wait, Y/N-” Shinichiro reaches out for you, trying to stop you from walking out.

“Shin, we can talk this out tomorrow, okay? Go get some sleep. You’re tired. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Gently removing his hand from your arm, you give him a smile. “I love you.” Pressing a kiss on the edge of his lips, you walk out of the bedroom and into the garden where you text Wakasa to give you a ride back to his place, not in the mood to be spending the night alone at your own house.

As for Shinichiro, he’s left standing by the door, eyes closed in desperation as he pinches his arms. “I messed up…”

It only feels like a few seconds has passed when he hears someone knock on the door, but alas, it seems as if the knocking is coming from the other door which leads inside the house instead of the one where you just walked out from. Trudging over to it, he slowly opens the door, revealing Emma and Manjiro, both of them looking up at him with wide and curious eyes. “Did… did the two of you have a fight?” He hears Emma mumble, her hands holding onto Manjiro’s.

“We heard the two of you talking loudly when we were sneaking into the kitchen for some snacks and decided to listen in but then it got quiet. We were scared something bad happened.” Manjiro says as he takes a look inside, immediately noticing your absence. “Where’s Y/N?”

Running a hand through his hair, Shinichiro gives the two kids a smile, trying to ease their worries. “Don’t worry, Y/N just… needed to go visit Wakasa for the night.”

Opening the door a little wider, he steps to the side. “You kids wanna sleepover? I don’t think I’ll be able to be alone tonight.” He tries to joke around though his chest still feels heavy. Thankfully though, the kids seem to have not noticed.

“Of course! Who would I be if I let my older brother get visited by nightmares and monsters at night!” Manjiro immediately runs over to the bed, jumping onto the mattress and bouncing a little which makes him giggle followed by Emma running over as well. The two kids leaving their older brother by the door. Though the sight does lessen the frown on his face.

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[timidloner]

wait im touched, go ahead and steal all the ideas you want from me, i am a willing subject of the greatness of your grand scheme jajaja it's honestly an honor if you were serious about that (and if you need opinions, you know im always there to give them)(on a more serious note, im glad you enjoy my thoughts as much as i enjoy yours <3) and vulnerability between two people that could kill each other is always such a banger because THEY COULD but THEY WONT because they like each other (yes, im ignoring every other MCs that will try to kill joren)

i know in the context of the ask about MC embrancing death, joren's reaction is not supposed to be ohohoh but the "hell make you scream" and "hell make you cry" are kind of... don't threaten me with a good time you know and for the adopting kids, why do i feel like if MC ever expressed randomly they wanted kids joren would be the type to just grab a random orphan and bring it home like here, all proud like a cat that brings a dead mice to its master while MC is like JOREN NO- and for the tongue, now im wondering first how it would go to kiss with it? i feel like it wouldnt be all that bad but im biased so better to ask and by any chance, for the second question, would joren lick wounds with it because i suppose as he was mistreated in the past, he had to take care of his wounds by himself somehow (?) and that leads to the question if MC cut their finger, would he lick the cut...... cause thatd be cute - ram

0Yeah! Of course, I was serious about that! It's great to hear other people's ideas, it makes me consider new concepts I wouldn't have otherwise. And you've given me a lot of inspiration with yours <3

And yes! I love that vulnerability. I especially can't wait to write the branches where MC becomes a bigger menace than Joren and now they're on equal ground to kill each other, but they're in love <33, so they won't do that (me too ram, let's ignore his death endings).

I get it! The moment is supposed to be "oh no", but as the player, sometimes you feel other things. I've experienced it before, and there was this murdersim game that kinkshamed me for it! Could you believe it? Literally called me a pervert, haha!

I lowkey felt a little ashamed afterward, but it was funny.

I wish I could write it like that, but I really have no idea where he could even find a kid in the "child-friendly Joren" epilogue, but it'd be accurate if the environment permitted it.

Ah, I meant the tongue of his monster form!! In his human form, there's no problem with kissing or anything like that!

And this may be kind of a surprise, but his injuries received basic care. He joined the service of the noble house to survive, after all, he had to get something in exchange for... the things he did for them.

But this makes me think about his life after that, when he's already free and living on his own. I imagine him spending large amounts of time in his monster form and getting accustomed to grooming himself with his tongue, just like cats do. And when he's back in his human form, he has to fight against the urge of doing it because it has become a habit.

Joren acting like a cat hits differently, it's very cute.

Joren taking naps under the Sun, rubbing his face against MC's chest/neck/stomach while cuddling, resisting the urge of chasing little animals (birds, lizards), waiting to groom MC with his tongue, sleeping in weird positions that should be uncomfortable, hugging MC and fighting the random urge of biting them out of nowhere...

And yeah, if MC cut their finger, he'd totally lick it if he's already crossed some boundaries by then. He'd be pretty nonchalant about it too, just following the random urges he gets sometimes.

[aynanasstuff]

Hi! Can I request a fic idea 👀 what if one day a mission somehow turned Sam to a kid or a baby. Can we see reader's reaction? Thank you and have a great day ahead! (If it's not the kind of fic you usually write, it's alright!)

Hi! I found this challenging initially but the story just ended up writing itself haha! I hope you like it <33

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Oh, Baby// Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Yeahh, you're boyfriend was turned into a baby.

Warnings: there aren't any, really. flufffff!

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"Heyyy," Bucky says sheepishly with a cute baby in his arms and Joaquin nervously scratching his head. A baby that you feel like you've seen before but can't quite remember where. A baby who started crying and reaching out for you as soon as your face was in view.

Bucky huffs and adjusts the baby on his hip, "God, even as a baby you're annoying."

You reach out to hold the child, adjusting him in your arms, "Hi, sweet boy, don't cry, you're okay," you sooth before turning to Bucky, "who is this and how dare you call this sweet face annoying?"

Joaquin forces a smile and answers, "That is the love of your life." Bucky glares at him.

Your brows shoot up to your hairline and you turn to 'the love of your life' whose head was now laying in the crook of your neck, all quiet and calm.

You whisper harshly, "What?!"

"Yeah, can we explain more inside?"

You open the door wider and they let themselves in.

"What the hell- heck- is going on?! This is Sam?!"

"Yeah, that's Sam. Cuter as a baby, I think." Bucky says.

You were going to rip him a new one but Sam's coos caught your attention. He tugged at the collar of your tshirt, sucking on his thumb while his eyes watered. "Hi, are you hungry? Yeah, food sounds good, doesn't it?" He nods excitedly.

"Of course, he's hungry," Bucky jokes. You glare at him and Joaquin winces. The new falcon begins to explain what happened, "So we are after this crazy scientist, right, and he's trying to create this machine that can make him stay young forever. But, as you can see, it still has some problems that haven't been fixed so Sam's now a baby and you're having to feed him."

"Slimy scientist, managed to trip Sam into the machine and escape." Bucky says, frustrated.

You come back with a bowl of milk with mashed bananas and sit down, shifting Sam to feed him. You feed him little morsels of the sweet mixture, his lips smacking after each bite. He's the cutest baby ever, you're sure.

"So what's the plan to get him back to my Sam?" you question, eyes remaining on the little one.

"Oh, we contacted Scott Lang- still can't believe I spoke to ant man, he's so underrated- he said he'd be ready with the tech to turn him back to normal in about a day or so, until then, you're stuck with a baby." Joaquin answers.

Bucky chuckles, "She's stuck with a baby otherwise, too."

Sam glares at Bucky and then looks up at you, crocodile tears in his puppy brown eyes.

"Aww, you're not a baby, Sam. Bucky's just being a meanie, isn't he? We don't listen to what meanies say. Shh, it's okay." You bounce him in your lap and pat his back and shoot a look at Bucky that says 'really?'

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The day arrives and early in the morning, you get yourself and Sam ready to reach Scott. You reach his place to find Joaquín and Bucky already present.

Scott walks over to you, cooing, "Oh, Sam's such a cute baby! I kinda don't want him to go back to big Sam."

Sam narrows his eyes at Scott and actually, growls. Well, whatever the baby babble version of a growl is.

"Okay, just a little longer." You comfort the little boy.

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Sam is officially back to his original state. "Holy shit, I am glad to not be a baby anymore! Goddamn!"

He jogs over to you and kisses you hard, "I am so glad to be a man again!" You laugh and kiss his cheek, "Me too, baby, you made a cute baby but I think I'll keep this version of you."

Sam sighs and gives a relieved smile. He then turns to Bucky and starts running towards him.

"Bucky! You little shit!"

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A/n: This was so much fun to write! I hope y'all liked this! Please reblog, comment and like- keeps me going :) Love y'all <333

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[sunshinetoshi]

cookies for you

atsumu x future teacher!reader (<700 words)

content (warnings): fluff, one use of reader calling tsumu ‘dude,’ also me hoping i got the gist of what a student teacher does askdjf

a/n: hi this is for my bb @coolboy-goshiki​ <33 she requested this a while back and i took an eternity or two to get to it oopsies asdjfk. but bb i’m so proud of you and ilysm yeah yeah!! also atsumu has very golden retriever bf vibes in this and he is thriving HAHA

“you’re home!” his voice greets you before his silhouette does.

you grin as you hear your boyfriend jogging over to you from the kitchen

his eyes are sparkling at your arrival, warming you from the fall weather that finally started to arrive this week.

“and you are..” you’re able to finally get a good look at your partner and the sight gives you a good laugh. “dude, you're a mess.” there’s flour all over his apron, face, and how it even got in his hair is a mystery you can’t wait to hear. it’s clear he was baking.

“dude?” he repeats, scrunching his nose. “i’ll have ya know that your dude just made you the best cookies you’ll ever have in your life,” he gives you a cheeky grin and holds his hand out for you to take, “come on.”

he leads you to the dining room so you can sit and be served these surprise cookies.

“so why the cookies?” you ask as he moves around setting the table.

he finishes and takes the seat across from you. “they’re for you!” his eyes twinkle again and make you smile. “i’ve been so proud of you and i wanted to do a little somethin’ for you.”

“really?” you give him a grateful look, he really has been so supportive through this whole journey.

“really!” his expression is overcome with a sudden nervousness as you take a cookie and move to take a bite. “but if they’re not good don’t tell me ’m sensitive.”

“but you said they’re going to be the best cookies of my life,” you point out and laugh before munching on the cookie. and it’s delicious. “tsumu, they’re so good!”

he collapses against the chair and lets out a deep breath. “oh, thank goodness, i was nervous for a second while makin’ ‘em.” he grins when he hears your chuckle.

“why? you’ve always been a good baker.”

“true,” he smirks, pretty prideful of his baking talent. “wait, but this isn’t about me - plus i made a little speech,” he theatrically clears his throat before giving you a sincere look, a small smile apparent as he speaks, “you’ve been working so hard and doin’ so well, doin’ your lesson plans on top of your school work. i can see how tiring it is at times but you always keep going and doing your best. and i’m so proud of you. the kids at the school love you a ton and i love the way your eyes light up when ya tell me the cute, funny, stories each day. i just know you’re going to be an amazing teacher.”

you feel your energy recharge even after your long day as your heart warms from your partner’s words. you smile at him sitting across from you, his personalized apron still tied around him, his hair disheveled, giving you a goofy grin, flour still on his cheek.

“you’re so sweet, baby,” you stand up to reach over to wipe the flour off with a napkin, “thank you.” you give him a couple quick pecks and a longer kiss for good measure.

he coughs and tries to hide his fluster - cutie. he picks up a cookie and starts munching in. when his blush dies down a bit he tells you, “i’m serious though. and when you get your own classroom i’m gonna to help ya decorate it however you want.”

you arch your brow playfully, “yeah? well then thank you in advanced.”

“absolutely!” he starts spitting out ideas for his vision, different themes you could do. and he makes an adamant statement about finding the perfect picture of the two of you that you can put on your desk, one that highlights his best angles. “oh! and i’m gonna to get ya a bunch of personalized school supplies with your name on it. i’m talking pen, pencil sharpener, stapler. and a hole puncher.”

you giggle, “and a hole puncher? you spoil me.”

he nods and smiles. “you deserve it. and you better get used to it, love, me spoilin’ you rotten. forever.”

forever with atsumu sounds nice. very nice.

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Hehe hello hello 👀👀

Here for the event so can i ask for kid or doffy and the nsfw deck?

Make y/n the dom and kid or doffy the sub, other than that have fun with this 👀💅

Also thank you if you do it.

♢ a/n: rim!! you get two things today haha, I hadn’t planned this but your asks were up next for both things I had to write today. I chose Doffy because the last one was already for Kid, I hope that you like this! thank your for your support hun <33

♢ Ten of Diamonds - “You taste so good, so delicious”

♢ warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, dom!gn!reader and sub! Doffy, handcuffs, teasing, oral (m!receiving) (come test your luck in the event)

It was so exhilarating to have such a powerful and important man curled around your fingers, having him be the one begging for more and to be above him. A pair of fuzzy handcuffs that looked similar to the fluffy pink coat he wore kept his hands restrained behind his back.

Doffy cackled, his familiar laugh echoing through the room. Normally people would fall in fear from that noise, but you were the one in charge here. No one would be allowed to see him like this, except you. You had him trapped in your own birdcage, and he was thrilled.

You crawled towards him, pushing his legs apart to reveal his cock that stood fully erect and drooling little beads of pearly white cum. You leaned in to place a soft and teasing kiss against his shaft, enjoying the way it seemed to pulse with excitement in your hand. Doffy nudges his hips up with a knowing smirk on his face.

“Don’t.” You bite at him, pulling your face away from his cock. The smile doesn’t leave his face but he lets his hips settle back against the bed. You lean in, your eyes watching him closely as you drag your tongue along his cock and lick up the cum on his tip. “Mmm, you taste so good. So delicious.”

Doffy sighs in the relief of your touch. “I bet you taste just as good my little dove, why don’t you try again?” He hums and you eye him. Although you don’t like him trying to take control, you dip down again to take the head into your mouth. You roll your tongue over the slit and drink in his loud moan.

“Lie back,” you mumble against his cock. He lets himself get comfortable and you wrap your lips around him again, swallowing his girthy cock down as far as you can. You wonder how fast you can make him come as you begin bobbing your head up and down on his length

[wikipedie]

ok so i did not ask to be murdered by ep 34 but here we are

I WAS FERAL the whole episode. Legit screamed. I mean

i'm sorry man but that look of pure happiness as guo changcheng woke up??? caressing his face??? guo changcheng saying that he wasn't afraid of chu shunzi (he was slightly turned on most likel)??? them laughing together?? the hand holding??? Not mentioning everything from the last episode, I could make a fucking essay on the reactions of chu shunzi and everything about 33. I did not start this show with any intention to ship them but they make me want to eat my hands. these actors are *chef's kiss* (I should probably make a separate post just for this scene bc of tumblr's fucked up max 10 pics rule but i'm too lazy)

Listen why are villains like....automatically hotter huh?? Do I need to make a power presentation of everyone from this show with like their good and then evil counterparts just to show how they're hotter afterwards? Look at this funky lil evil man. Look at his posture, his v-neck, his smile. Look. Don't @ me. You ask if there's something different about this man Wang Zheng yes he's a hot thot (not that Professor Shen wouldn't be an attractive man himself bc the actor is attractive and he's very good again the actors are so fucking good but my point is I highly there was no part in Zhao Yunlan's monkey brain who saw him and didn't have the visceral reaction to just jump him. Like, before his brain caught up properly and figured out it's not Shen Wei.)

God I desperately wish I could gif. If someone's reading this, you don't know how much I wish I could gif this whole scene.

My man I kid you not just went no thoughts, brain empty ONLY HUSBAND thoughts. The punch in the shoulder like he's always done before remembering that hey this isn't Shen Wei from his timeline this Shen Wei doesn't know him so he quickly covered it up with "haha i'm the one who saved you." Just...I adore this disaster of a man. Same king. And on the same line...

If I could gif, I would also make a parallel of WeiLan staring at each other in the theme of "I love you so fucking much and I cannot say because I have memories of you which you don't have". Like Shen Wei has stared plenty of times at an unknowing, innocent Zhao Yunlan for this reason, and now it's Zhao Yunlan's turn to do so. Again, I want to eat my hands. Or bite them or scream or something, too much tenderness here.

ok i had to give up on a Ye Zun in Shen Wei's form thot picture but only for baby Shen Wei because this also killed me

??how does he look younger??? babier??? HOW

if he doesn't make you want to protect him istg!!