#and without him he gets a bit teary eyed ;w;

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yet another silly nui doll concept doodle idea

(baby makoto au)

Buru Buru Mugyu~!💜

Idea inspired by these Pokemon plushies

Imagine this concept but with Baby Makoto and Papa Yuma <3

(I'd probably have to be creative and use something else to tie them together ;w;)

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

warnings! spanking, degrading-ish talk (not really?) punishment

-

"Oh, fuck."

Was all you could think of when seeing the look on Jim's face. It was a trove of mixed emotions ranging from shock, surprise and finally, anger. It was especially the last one, that had your knees all weak and shaking. He was a gentle giant with a heart of pure gold; which was why pissing him off usually took some work, and when he finally was angry, there was no doubt about it.

You licked your lips and tried to maintain your composure. But then again, the way he towered over you and how his veiny, tattoed arms were crossed over his chest was distracting you deeply from his scolding session.

"What were you thinking?" He asked you with a hiss.

You opened your mouth to answer but he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"That was a rhetorical question," he buzzed. "Do you know how crazy it was for you to do that? How hurt you could've gotten?" His voice broke at the and you bit your cheek.

"Especially since I told you not to hundreds of times, yet you still did and that breaks my fucking heart," Jim told you.

"I didn't think it w-"

Jim let out a sharp breath and interrupted your excuse. "That's the problem. You don't think, do you? God, do you even know what went through my head when I saw the fire? No, you don't because you didn't think."

You licked your lips and tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't get you in any more trouble than you already were. "Fuck," was still all you could come up with

"Fuck, indeed," Jim responded through pursed lips and nodded his head. "You know what this means, don't you?" He asked with a perverted glint of excitement filling his eyes.

You bit your lip and nodded your head, knowing that there was no way out of this.

Jim walked towards you and your heart began beating faster than it had in a long time.

There were several things he could do to you as a punishment for your stupidity. He could take your phone and laptop from you, send you to bed without dinner, sit you in a corner, or make you sleep on the couch until you'd apologised enough for him to be satisfied. But none of that seemed enough for him to make you pay for your idiotic act from earlier that day.

Jim approached you. He was towering over you, making you feel all small and stupid. "You could've died, Y/N," Jim said. You looked up. "But I didn't."

Jim sighed. "I know that, but the point is, that you could've."

You shook your head. Yeah, you crashed the bike and you already felt terrible. Jim was guilt-tripping you and you were pretty done with his crap.

"You just ignored all the rules, went out there with no understanding as to how stuff works-" Jim sighed, "-And you fucking crashed! I bought that bike for you when I was under the impression that you were going to keep your hands off it until you got a license because that's what you'd promised me you would do!"

You shuttered under his frame. God, he made you feel stupid. Because you were stupid, and the thing you'd done was fucking reckless. You looked up at Jim through teary eyes and shook slightly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I just wanted to experience what you experience. Not to ride in the back, but to be in control for once," you admitted and looked down again.

Jim reached out his hand and placed it on your cheek, cupping it slightly. "Do you really, think that it makes a difference?" Jim asked tauntingly, completely brushing off your teary-eyed apology.

"I hope you enjoyed your five minutes of being in control because when we're done, you won't remember what that ever felt like."

"What are you going to do?" You asked.

As Jim looked at you, a sinister smile crept across his face. Despite the facade of geniality, you could sense the malicious thoughts lurking in his mind. It was clear that he had dark intentions towards you.

"I think you know, don't you?" He asked you and snuck his big hand down your body, resting it by your waist when he suddenly delivered a loud and harsh smack to your ass. If you didn't know before, you did now.

A tight grip was now around your wrist and before you could count to three, Jim had pulled you across the room, into the living room, onto the couch and forced you over his thigh.

You were slightly dizzy, everything having gone so fast that your brain felt all scrambled. You hadn't registered much before you felt Jim tugging at your sweatpants and a surge of fear went through your body.

Facing his wrath had made you anxious and you'd honestly never seen your man so angry, yet cold and careless. You understood, that he wanted you to never, ever, ever pull a stunt like the one earlier that day, and this was by far the best, yet worst way of disciplining you.

You tried to move by grabbing the armrest of the couch and trying to wiggle away from his grasp. Maybe you could talk some sense into him, but it seemed that he was having none of your protests. He pressed your face down against the pillow, letting you squirm under his grip because he knew, you were getting nowhere. He had you exactly where he wanted you.

"Fucking find out what happens if you move again," Jim dared you, but you had no interest in finding out. You sniffled softly against the pillow but kept still, feeling as Jim's hand moved from the back of your head and down to your sweatpants, pulling them down along with your panties.

On the back of your thigh, a horrendous purple mark was starting to form on your skin, a result of the crash earlier. Jim's eyes softened for a few seconds as he ran his fingers over the mark, the sensation sending a wave of pain through your body, causing you to hiss. He shook his head and reminded himself to feel bad for you later. After all, you'd brought this upon yourself because you'd been reckless and stupid.

"You know what's gonna happen, don't you?" Jim asked. You gulped and nodded. "You're gonna spank me."

"So you are capable of listening? Very good," Jim teased and placed a quick hand between your thighs, chuckling at how wet you were. Your cheeks flushed red.

"I don't want to hear you. I'll only make it worse if I do, understood?" Jim asked and you gulped. "Understood," you whispered.

You took a deep breath and winced silently as the first slap landed across your ass. Your eyes rolled at the eye-watering stinging sensation but you swallowed every sound and kept quiet, just as you'd been told to.

He slapped your ass again, his big hand covering a good amount of your backside. Jim rubbed your now rosy-red ass to ease the pain, before once again raising his hand to shoulder height and slamming it down again.

Your bottom lip quivered against the pillow and tears were streaming down your flushed cheeks. It felt like hours but looking at the clock on the wall in the kitchen, it hadn't been more than a few minutes.

"Stop tensing," Jim warned you, pressing his hand against your lower back to stop your muscles from tightening. "You're only making it worse for yourself," he said, pausing to rub away the pain from his most recent slap.

With one last resounding slap, Jim rested his hand on your ass and squeezed your reddest spot and chuckled when he felt you shiver beneath his touch.

He grabbed your arm and assisted you in standing up, moving back on the couch so his back rested against the cushions and patted his thigh. "Come here," he whispered, flashing a sympathetic smile when seeing the mess you were. Your cheeks were red, there were tears every and your hair was here, there and everywhere.

You crawled into his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist. He spread his legs, so your ass was on the couch and he rubbed your back. "Listen to me," Jim said and watched as you sniffled into your sleeve, looking down. "Y/N, look at me," he ordered again, this time with a more demanding tone. You looked up. "I-I am," you hiccupped and looked into his eyes.

"Good girl," Jim smiled and brought his hand to your face to wipe away your tears. You grabbed his big hand and rested your face against it.

"You understand why I'm- I was upset with you, right?"

You knew he was still upset with you, but he also knew that you'd undoubtedly learned your lesson. You nodded with a sniffle. "I know."

"We'll, go look for a driving teacher soon so you can get a license, alright?" Jim asked. You nodded and smiled. "And I know it's not as fun, but until then, I'll take you anywhere you want, baby," Jim chuckled, glad to see that, although red-eyed and slightly in pain, you were good to flash that beautiful smile of yours, that he loved.

[cntloup]

Simon Riley x ChildhoodBestfriend!Reader Pre-Ghost Simon, angst, hurt/comfort

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

His eyes are set on the door, his hand reaching for the doorbell, but never touches it. He’s hesitant. What would he say to you? He knows that he should tell the truth. You deserve to know. And he trusts you with all his being. You've always been a safe haven for him.

But after all this time, his sudden appearance would shock you to no end. What if you have found someone else? Can he live with that? The thought alone makes his stomach churn. But there’s no other way. You have to know. Because he needs you. 

He pushes the thoughts away and rings the doorbell, hoping you’re home.

A few moments pass, but they feel like an eternity to him. He feels his heart beat faster and faster.

Suddenly, the door opens and there you stand.

He immediately sighs in relief despite his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat and it feels as though your heart has stopped, mouth agape and eyes widened, pinching yourself to make sure it's not a dream.

You almost faint, body stumbling forward as your knees give out, nearly collapsing on the ground but he quickly catches you in his arms.

“S-Simon?!” you barely get the word out, your voice weak and shaky.

“It’s me, love!” he mutters quietly in order not to scare you away like a frightened animal.

You gasp and clutch your chest upon hearing his voice.

You break into sobs and he engulfs you in his embrace. You continue sobbing violently and gasping for air on his chest as he soothingly rubs your back. 

You pull back to take a proper look at him, noticing the various scars painting his face.

"W-what h-happened to you?" your voice wavers and you reach out but stop before your hand touches his face. You don't want to hurt him any further.

He tries to explain as best as he can, trying to keep the more gory details to himself, without breaking down right in front of you.

All the agonizing torture that was inflicted upon him which turned him into a different man, broke him, not only his body, but his soul. It all seems indescribable.

How can he put into words what he went through? Let alone without his soul coming apart.

Moments later, you’re holding each other as you weep for him, your heart shattering into pieces bit by bit at each word that leaves his mouth, baring his fractured soul to you until he can't go on any longer as the ache emerges from deep within his soul.

His words are cut off as he struggles to get any air in his lungs and his heart starts pounding in his chest and he sobs his heart out, pouring out all the excruciating pain and suffering he endured.

He finally has a safe place to let it all out.

“Si, just breathe. Take deep breaths. Like this.” you repeat the words, taking deep breaths as you hold his trembling body.

He tries to focus on the movements of your chest and copies you. His breathing and heartbeat gradually get back to normal.

"Simon, you’re safe now. You're home." you mutter against his skin as you place a chaste kiss on his temple.

He takes a deep breath and faces you, teary-eyed and broken, “Thank you.” he mumbles, “I can’t go through this without you. I need you.”

“I’m always yours, Si.” you reassure him, caressing his damp stubbled cheeks.

“I love you.” he says shakily and kisses you with all the love and devotion he feels for you.

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥

dividers by @saradika-graphics & @hitobaby

[sugar-omi]

NAH HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT ITS CLICHE AS FUCK BUT MC THROWING HANDS WITH SOMEONE IN SCHOOL CAUSE THEY WERE BULLYING COVE

(And to clarify just in case not like with Jeremy during step 2 where the mc can push him or hit him once or smth I mean like full on fight fight)

I just like to imagine everyone’s in the principals office and MC mom’s are all concerned and angry with MC cause they just beat up their classmate but then they’re like “Well they hit Cove first I was just returning the favour” and moms immediately FLIP cause why is the other kid just getting away with bullying why is their kid the only one getting punished?????

YEAHHH AND IT DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE WHY THEY TRIED TO FUCK W COVE BC IF HIS BIG ASS WASNT GONNA FUCK EM UP, YOU WERE BC YOURE CRAZY ABT EACH OTHER N IT JUST DONT MAKE SENSE BUT THATS OKAY, YOU DELIVER WHAT THEYRE ASKING FOR!!

ITS A WHOLW FUCKING RIOT AND IN THE END THE OTHER KID GETS PUNISHED AS WELL BUT UNFORTUNATELY MC GETS THE LONGER SENTENCE

and when they finally get home n your parents stop fretting over you, cove is all fidgety and when it's time to change any bandage, no matter how small, or add ointment to a bruise, he's all "wait! let.. let me help you" when you go to ask your mom's for help w it

and he's all gentle, but he looks sad so you ask what's wrong

"I just hate seeing you hurt"

taking coves face into your hands, squishing his cheeks, "I'd do it all over again. and I'd beat them up even more for even looking at you, I'd jump em even before they hit you if I could've."

cove is teary eyed n crying a bit prbly

"don't ever feel bad if I get into a fight. if it's for you, I'd get into 10 fights! no, a thousand!" you throw your arms wide in the air at that. "no one can touch you like that without getting fucked up twice as bad. so stop fretting okay" you smile and cove cries a fucking river bc you have a bandaid on your cheek, and your knuckles are still flushed/inflamed and have a scrape from missing one of your punches

"you're an idiot.." cove laughs, still crying

"ya know you love me, holden." you smile, wiping his tears.

he nods, "yeah, I do"

and you're stunned bc he just confessed???? omg???

and cove kisses your shocked face, you slap a hand on your cheek bc "KISS?"

n cove just laughs at your expression bc you're so surprised n it's so fuckin cute

so after that sometimes, during your suspension cove will give you a kiss on the cheek for defending his honor if you ask<333 (or don't, he'll do it one more time or so unless you ask him to stop ofc)

if anyone tries to fuck w him after, they're fucked once again

cove does try to keep you outta fights but I mean... if you do turn around n jump em, he won't stop you

giving very much Heather's "fight for me" but you're not deranged like JD

also Liz teases yall bc cove does admit that he loved watching you jump em LMAO

your friends would also be concerned, randy n Terri especially bc they saw it but they'd be like "FUCK YEAH!!!"

no one fucks w cove either while you're gone, OMG GOING TO PICK COVE UP EVERY DAY

the teachers are like "You're suspended you can't be here!!"

like I'm not here for you I'm here for HIM, n you ride off together laughing bc everyone is whispering but fuck em 👐👐👐👐

pls this is making me wanna zoom n like go crazy omg my head is spinning I love this sm

[the-phantom-author]

the twins in the pool!!!!!! they’re like sevenish months and really developing their personalities besides being the little blobs.

baby 1 absolutely hating and 2 LOVING it makes the most sense ever. the little guys can be so so similar but there is finally something that has set them apart from each other.

maybe you have baby 1 and hasan has baby 2, maybe just sitting on the steps and letting their little legs be in it

(side note the twins would be sunscreened up with their bucket hats on and their little swim diapers and swim suits🥺🥺)

baby 2 is flailing his arms making splashes and laughing which is making hasan laugh and he’s talking to him in that high pitched voice he does w kaya. you’ve never seen a bigger toothless smile than this little guy. baby 1 isn’t laughing AT ALLwhich is super unusual because usually when one starts laughing the other does too.

youre holding baby 1 up on your chest, not even your hip. he’s pulling his legs up, trying to scrunch himself up to avoid the water, he’s getting teary eyed and looking over at his baba, he’s whining. you think he just wants hasan so you guys switch babies (an art you all have perfected ✅✅) and you’re now trying to not be splashed by baby 2, while baby 1 is actually starting to cry and putting his face on hasans chest, he’s trying to take his hat off, he’s so over it.

you and hasan share a laugh, not because he’s upset but that they’re so different on this when usually they’re pretty similar besides their favorite blankies. you guys shrug and hasan gets out of the pool and dries him and baby off and sits under the sun while you let baby 2 splash around.

eventually you guys switch again, you getting out of the pool while still holding him upsets baby 2 because he wants to go back in the pool!!!!!! so when hasan takes him and gets with him he settles down again and is happy as a clam. you hold baby 1, maybe he just wants to be nursed and held, he just wants to be held by his mama or baba without the cold water and an annoying hat!!! he’s sleepy after eating and content to just lay on you and watch kaya, hasan and the baby, maybe play with your necklace and coo/“talk” to you.

baby 2 eventually tired himself out (aka hasan walking him around the pool and baby splashing and pulling hasans chest hair 💀🤣) so hasan gets out and y’all switch babies again so you can feed 2 while he cuddles 1 and then they can be put down for a nap, you two stay in your bathing suits and grill out while the babies sleep🥰

Yes! Like these little baby men are just starting to develop their personalities, and it's a bit funny for both you and Hasan to experience. Mostly because both of twins are really into the things, stuffed animals, blankets, baby food, ect. Except for the fact that they like things to have slight differences, colors and taste. So them having two totally different reactions to the pool is the most divided they have about about anything.

And yes they are dressed to the nines in their little swim wear. Baby 2 is having the time of his life, being in an around the pool. He loves everything about it, the little bucket hat, the attention that he's getting from you and Hasan, how close Kaya is y'all.

Baby 1 however is the exact opposite. From the moment that you put his bucket hat on him, he's not happy, he's not crying or anything, but he definitely is pouting. And by the time you get in the pool he's scrunching up, which is why you stay close to the stairs, while Hasan goes further into the pool with baby 2.

And it's also why baby 1 starts crying into her way he does when you hand him to Hasan, you're taking him further into the place he doesn't want to be.

Baby 2 and Hasan are having such a fun in the pool, even if it's mostly just the baby torturing Hasan.

Dilf!Hasan grilling, don't even let me think about that.

After the twins wake up, you and them play with Kaya as Hasan is finishing grilling. It's mostly just them "throwing" a ball for Kaya to fetch, even if she doesn't get it, they both find it really fun.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Can you do an Alphabet with Billy Washington? I know he’s minor but I would looove to read one for him. 😁

I managed one for Aemond and we only got him for 11 minutes. Three episodes feels like a lifetime by comparison lol Lemme see what I can do!

Billy Washington NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

His partner will be the one dishing out the aftercare, as Billy's likely to get a bit teary eyed afterwards. Will need to be held close and told how good he's made them feel.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Sadly, Billy boy doesn't really like anything about himself. Though if his partner is shorter than him, he'll enjoy the height difference and enveloping them in his arms.

Loves every part of his partner. Full on body worshipping, he simply cannot believe that they're his.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He likes to finish inside - with or without a condom, depending on the birth control situation.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Looked at his partner's holiday photos before they were together and cranked it to all of their bikini shots.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Billy's a novice. He's had drunken one night stands, but never been with a partner long enough to learn what they like. He'll need to be taught.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Secretly likes it when his partner takes control, but also likes grabbing their hips and guiding their movements.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Billy can be a little bit awkward, having a partner that's willing to laugh off the cramps or when he trips trying to get his trousers off will definitely help ease the tension.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

It's a mess down there. You can't really expect much else, he looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Most of the time it's soft and slow, but if he's been down the pub or feeling angry then he's fast and rough with it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Any chance he gets. Billy is unemployed and has access to the internet and a local corner shop selling lads' mags. What else can you expect?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Voyeurism. Loves to watch his partner - watch them get changed, watch them shower, watch the peek of their cleavage down their top or the rise of their g-string over their jeans. He'll think he's died and gone to heaven if they let him watch them get off.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

His bed, his sofa and the back of his car.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Any sort of praise. Being made to feel useful. Feeling bigger/stronger than his partner. Neck kisses. Form fitting clothing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Not into degradation, either receiving or giving. He likes to love and feel loved.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Will melt into a big puddle if he's on the receiving end. Unsure of what to do when giving it, but will follow instruction and is eager to please.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Goes slow, but doesn't last for long. This will improve with time.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Not opposed to a quickie in the pub toilets or the back of his car.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

As long as it's nothing too outlandish, he'll try anything once.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Will glad do two or three times in a session, none of them are particularly lengthy though.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Terrified at the prospect of having anything used on him and seeing anything of his partner's will make him feel inadequate.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not a tease himself, but will be a whining mess in no time if he's teased.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Moans like a little bitch.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

His favourite thing to do in the morning is wake his partner up by pressing his hard on against their arse.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

6-6.5 inches. He doesn't disappoint. Ruddy in colour at the tip and on the slimmer side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Quite high from all the wanking.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Laying in his partner's arms after sex is the only time Billy sleeps well, so he drifts off quite quickly afterwards.

[milomarigold]

Poly Relationship w/ Cove, Baxter & Derek

OL2 Boys x MC

Poly Relationship Headcannons

Fluff

💚💜🧡

- Cove is clingy, can you blame him though? When the MC spoils him with love and attention. Plus he's a morning boy. So, some mornings you two will be cuddling on the couch, soft blanket and all. He'lll make a small squeek sound when sleepy Baxter gets up and wraps his arms around you too. 

Cove: "Nooo it's mine and MC's cuddle time!"

Derek hype: "Did I hear cuddle time?!"

Baxter sleepy: "Comfyyy."

- Cove will never admit it outloud, but you were right... Morning Baxter is cute. 

- Baxter and you check out the boys when they're working out. Cove surfing and brushing his bangs back. Derek lifting weights and coming back from a jog. You whistle low, and Baxter lowers his sunglasses. 

- Either Cove or Derek will cook breakfast. But Baxter goes all out for dinner. He'll leave the desserts to you though, if you'd like. He still can't look at a cupcake straight.

Cove teary-eyed: "Baxter! T-his is amazing!!" *Gobble sounds*

Derek: "Wow! You really outdid yourself!"

Baxter wearing an apron: "You're too kind. MC helped me as well, it wouldn't have turned out as lovely without them."

- Interestingly, Derek learns a lot from Baxter about handling work dinners/gatherings. Mr. and Mrs. Ward took their son to more of these events than he would've liked, but he certainly got skilled at them.

Baxter: "See the older folks love golf. Sharpen your skills, invite them to a game, oops looks like they're winning, and the business deal is as good as done."

Derek hand on chin: "Interesting...how do they feel about football?"

- The four of you go bowling together. Baxter is getting better. Cove is pretty good. Derek is impressive. But let's be honest, you could be an unstoppable bowler all on your own. 

Cove, Derek, & Baxter at MC: "All hail the Bowling Master!"

- Derek and Baxter both compliment the other's manners. They hold doors for others, keep their elbows off the table, are excellent guests. While Cove, well... Cove still wipes his hands on his pants. 

- Derek gives the best massages. Cove gives excellent hugs. Baxter gives the most gentlemanly hand kisses. 

-Pillow fights. Oh boy they're fun! Cove is hesitant at first, but gets into it after a bit. He's decent fighter and good wall to hide behind, you've learned. Derek is a force to be reckoned with. He's the most gentle with you, but the other boys better run. He grew up with two brothers, he knows his way around this rodeo. Baxter, although a little rusty, knows more than you would've thought! He's very good at sneak attacks and dodging! 

- Cuddling after a long day: all of them won't hesitate to big spoon you if you ask, but they love being your little spoon! They're all your little softies at the end of the day. ❤️

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

hai hai! Was meant to ask ages ago but I forgor to but could I please get some continuation HCs for the CG Kano and regressor Kabal?-✨

Hi!!! Of course!! Sorry if this ones shorter, wasn't able to check the page count. 👀

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano w/ Regressor Kabal Hcs pt 2

⚔️ The Black Dragon isn’t a very good area to regress, but Kano’s office is decent!!

🫁 By that I mean he fixed up his office a bit, being able to easily hide his dangerous ‘big kid’ things

⚔️ Kabal mostly slips at home, but sometimes he slips at the Black Dragon Base

🫁 He gets a bit grumpy that he can't touch any of Kano's things, but doesn't push it because he doesn't want Kano to get upset at him

⚔️ It's the one of the few things Kano gets really upset at, since he doesn't want his baby holding anything dangerous (or his booze)

🫁 The rest of the Black Dragon isn't allowed to say anything bad about age regression (Kano and Kabal are a bit terrifying when they're big, and Kano gets super scary when Kabal runs to him teary eyed)

⚔️ No one hurts his baby.

🫁 I made a mention that before I knew who Kabal was, I called him “Keyblade Guy” because his weapons reminded me of Keyblades from Kingdom Hearts

⚔️ So! I like to think Kabal ‘plays’ Kingdom Hearts when he’s regressed <3

🫁 By play, I mean he’s not super into the stroy or lore, but look Dada! They fight with keys! It looks like his weapon!! :D

⚔️ He normally tries to only stick with the Kingdom Key (the main Sora one) but does think the others are pretty too

🫁 Kano praises him for winning boss fights, and has fought some for them (they were just too hard!!! . . . Even if he is playing on Beginner Mode 🥺)

⚔️ Kabal really likes putting bandaids on Kano, just for fun

🫁 Or stickers!!! He's gonna make Dada look all pretty >:)

⚔️ Kano doesn't mind, even if he has the entire disney princess cast on one arm and his actual tattoos on the other arm

🫁 Kabal would put stickers on himself, but sometimes they irritate his skin :(

⚔️ Little Kabal sometimes gets super fussy about his mask, he doesn't like it, he wants it off

🫁 He can take it off for a very short amount of time (an hour most, inspired by @autismoplayden ‘s post)

⚔️ Kano watches Kabal very carefully when he's without his mask, and persuades him to put it back on almost immediately when he notices Kabal struggling to breath or such (even the most tiniest wheeze, he's not taking chances)

🫁 Kabal gets a little fussy when he has to put it back on, but Kano promises him that he can get a bunch of cuddles or his favorite milkshake and he usually calms down a bit

⚔️ Kabal is very clingy when he's small, constantly clinging and hanging onto Kano (especially when he regresses young)

🫁 He could watch himself, or he could bother Dada enough to get him away from his work, only to decide that he wants to play alone now >:3

⚔️ ^ Kabal repeats this until Kano has enough and carries him to the couch for cuddles and tv

🫁 Other times, Kanos just clingy because he wants to he clingy <3

⚔️ Kabal has some long hair, not long enough to style, but long enough to brush!!

🫁 Kano has to be incredibly careful though, because the slightest pull can make Kabal cry (his skin can be really sensitive at times)

⚔️ Kanos a bad guy, but if Kabal and Stryker stay friends (and if we ignore canon <3) I don't exactly think he'd be against watching the both of them

🫁 He's a bit against Stryker at first, but he warms up pretty quickly, especially when Stryker regressed around him the first time (which was a complete accident)

⚔️ Plus, Stryker and Kabal get along really well when they're both small (and big) so he likes hearing his baby giggle

🫁 Kabal usually doesn't regress small enough for padding, but when he's in babyspace, he might need them

⚔️ Especially because he normally only slips that small when he's having bad memory days (although sometimes he does have more happier baby days)

🫁 Kabal gets super fussy about needing padding, but mostly when he's bigger, baby Kabal is pretty okay with it

⚔️ Kano tries really hard to squash any bad thoughts Kabal has about needing padding or regressing in general

🫁 His baby shouldn't be feeling all bad about things that help him, he he's not going to let Kabal drown in his thoughts alone

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I can always make a pt 3!! :D

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Thoughts on Demons (2014)

this was originally going to be part of my demons (2014) thread on my twitter, but i'll just be dumping my thoughts about the series here on tumblr. i'll continue where i left off from where i closed the thread.

spoilers below the cut. there will be triggering content as well (suicide, mention of blood). don't expect this to be coherent. also i haven't read the book yet (oooh when i tell you about how desperate i am in getting a copy here in the PH), so yeah.

long read ahead.

okay. the last scene i watched last night was liza nikolaevna (and mavriky) getting beaten by the townspeople after the death of the lebyadkins due to her connection to stavrogin (and stavrogin being the main suspect of the siblings' death). did they really have to beat the poor girl? why must a woman (yet again) suffer from the misdeeds of a man HGKJDGFJGHDK

also pyotr,,, maniacally dancing in the pig pen....

man. the whole thing about shatov finally getting the chance to be a father and live with a family of his own only to be shot in the head by pyotr is just. :((( my jaw was on the floor i tell you. i was devastated and utterly wrecked.

the thing with demons (2014) is that it's on a different level of insanity than, say, c&p. c&p is depressing. demons wrecked me from start to finish. i cannot stress how many times the hairs on the back of my head stood up whenever pyotr would manipulate and rope in stavrogin in his plans.

it has the vibes of like,, trying so desperately to wash off blood from your hands but the blood just "magically" keeps on getting redder and redder and it doesn't really come off

also what the fuck was that pyotr??? mans just shot shatov in point-blank range and has the audacity to eat chicken (without washing his hands, to boot)??? like OH you going to HELL hell.

this scene with kirillov's lines:

i mentioned in the thread that i had to brush up on russian history before i read/watch demons because otherwise, it would just completely fly over my head

it was pretty interesting watching how this movement that pyotr was trying to mobilize fit the existing narrative then within the context of 19th century russian politics; demons was essentially dostoevsky "warning" of what could possibly be if people who thought like verkhovensky would get the upper hand in deciding the course of the russia's future

i admit i can't really speak about this because well, i'm not russian, but i deeply appreciate the how dostoevsky was able to weave all of this in his novel in such a way that leaves even me, a foreigner, in deep thought about what the implications of such an ideology would have on a wider context outside its country of origin

ok kirillov wtf HAHAHAHAHA ang gago niya XD

stavrogin's confession.

VILE. stavrogin you VILE, VILE, MAN. i don't have any words for it at all. raskolnikov ends up looking like a saint when i put him next to stavrogin.

on another note maksim matveev's teary-eyed face in that scene is so fucking beautiful i almost cried along with him

i seriously want to ask dostoevsky why he insists on making beautiful the characters that we're supposed to dislike/critique

heck even that notion warrants much introspection

like he's about to k-word himself but he still looks so hot? okay i need to stfu

i like the bit here with tikhon talking about revolutions and such:

this reminds me very much of my country's very own EDSA Revolution (there's EDSA Uno and Dos, but I'm talking more about EDSA Uno here because it's probably more relevant to the political state of my country rn). i won't go into depth about it, but you can check the wiki of it to get an idea of what i mean.

(they can be *gets shot*)

the ending scene. okay.

i talked about this w my twt moot and according to her, the most accepted theory is that the kid there (with dasha) is stavrogin's, and verkhovensky's reaction to seeing them there was like him getting the idea to continue his failed twisted plan, but with the kid in the place of his father. just. what the fuck man. leave that kid alone.

i was also told that this scene wasn't really in the book? yeah. so there's that.

concluding thoughts:

at this point i'm quite used to ruslit plots wrecking my mental state and subjecting me to emotions that make me want to stare at a wall, so this experience with watching demons (2014) was not as jarring as i feared it to be XD as expected, there were really some scenes that left me like "huh??? 🤨🤨", but really that's because i haven't read the book. what i plan to do is once i get the book, i'm gonna read it as i revisit the series.

also maksim matveev? yeah. that man is HOT hot. i could stare at his stavrogin all day if i could.

that's it for me! thank you to everyone who engaged with the thread, it made the experience of watching demons (2014) more enjoyable.

my next target watch on the dostoevsky adaptation list is the italian tbk film!! that or the 1968 russian one. will definitely make a live commentary thread about either on twitter as well.

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New fucked up SC oc backstory fic

Name: Watzumi Lawyers (“sue me” + lawyers sue)

Species: kitsune

Design: none yet, I wanted the story out in a timely manner and I didn’t wanna have to take so much time to make it a comic.

“Now,” Rem said, barely looking up from her desktop, “if you could just hand over any possessions. Security measures, you know.”

The new patient’s little fox face twisted into a concerned frown as he emptied out his bag, delicately placing each item on the counter. At this point, they didn’t know how much of their shivering was from the fever, and how much was from fear. Rem was an intimidating presence, even when she didn’t mean to be, so a tiny little thing like Zumi felt even smaller in her presence. His white paws grazed over the different fantasy books and dragon figurines, his phone, and his wallet.

Rem sifted through the items on the counter with long, manicured nails, logging every item both mentally and in her computer. She looked up, as if about to say something, but paused.

Against the snowy-white fox’s chest hung a round, glowing orb. Its milky color seemed to swirl as it pulsed, and shone brighter for a moment as Watzumi shivered. They followed her gaze and tried to cover it with their paw.

“Sir, you know I will have to confiscate that necklace from you,” Rem half-asked-half-demanded.

“A-a-and I’ll get it back, right?”

Rem could not confirm this, and Zumi could see it in her face. He held the pendant tighter, despite his aching hands and shivering body. “Th-then no,” he denied, tails swishing.

“Possessions policy is put in place to ensure the safety of all patients, it’s better if you comply.” Rem’s voice was firmer this time, but still got a sweaty, frantic head-shake.

Mood put her hand on his shoulder. She could feel heat even through her glove, and the touch made another shiver radiate through Zumi’s aching form.

“Excuse me, friend,” she spoke, concern in her voice, “but we reeeeaally need you to give us your necklace. We’ll keep it safe and sound inside a locker for the duration of your stay, and we’ll make sure nothing happens to it. Is that okay?”

Zumi’s eyes began to well with tears now, giving another feverish protest - “No! It-“ he hiccuped, “it’s not okay! I can’t go without it, I-I can’t!”

Rem and Mood looked at each other, frantic to calm the situation down.

“Th-there, there,” Mood shakily reassured, not enough to stop Zumi’s whole body being wracked with sobs and shivers and phlegmy coughs. “It’s okay!”

Watzumi clung onto the pendant even tighter, bringing one of their tails up to their chest to hold while the other two wrapped around their body. The little fox was utterly inconsolable, sobbing and hyperventilating, tears making both of their cheeks completely wet. The pendant glowed with each short, shaky breath.

“If I may ask,” Rem started, “why is this necklace so important to you?”

“Y-you wouldn’t believe me!” Zumi sobbed, “Y-y-you’d think I w-w-was crazy!”

Rem’s face softened, “Believe me, sweetie, I’ve seen much worse and harder to believe. Now, what’s so important about the necklace?”

“I-I’m a kitsune, ma’am,” he still maintained politeness through fearful, feverish shakes, “This n-necklace is my s-s-star ball, it literally holds my soul.” He breathes deeply, his body still shaking. “I-if I go too l-long without it, I’ll l-lose my strength, a-a-and I’ll die!”

Mood and Rem both knew what waited for him in that surgery room, star ball or no star ball. But they couldn’t let this little guy be even more frightened. Plus, the doc would most likely want him alive for as long as possible, to toy with him.

“If you hold onto it, would that be okay?” Mood suggested.

Zumi thought a bit about it, and after two hiccuping sobs, he answered a teary-eyed “Y-yes, I think s-so.”

[urtheloml]

my love (boundless, cosmic, never-ending)

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader w/c: 2.1k synopsis: watching Everything Everywhere All At Once makes you think of the theory of a multiverse. your boyfriend isn't too pleased. a/n: idk i just thought bakugou would immediately tell you stfu if you told him to imagine an alternate universe that didn't have you in it hwhwhwhe <3 also: happy new year! i posted four times,,?? in 2022,, that's soo wild 4 me teehee :p anyway thanks for the support ily happy 2023

A crescendo rings, it echoes throughout the room and the sound bounces off the walls in your living room. The credits of the movie roll, the title 'Everything Everywhere All at Once' a stark white against the black background and if you squint, you can just barely catch your wide-eyed expression on the TV screen. Bakugou lifts his head off the couch arm, his face indented with lines from pressing into the leather. The room is filled with total silence, because holy shit.

"Babe, that was the greatest movie I've ever seen in my life. Like, ever." 

Bakugou snorts, but he doesn't disagree, and he probably refrains from answering verbally because he doesn't want you to hear how scratchy his voice sounds. Even though you definitely saw him get teary-eyed, he refuses to acknowledge that he cried during the film.

It would be stupid to poke fun at your boyfriend though because if his eyes are just barely red, yours are practically bloodshot and swollen. How could you, or him, not cry? The film was centred around immigrant parents learning how to grow, how to accept their children and apologising in their own ways. It was bound to happen.

Bakugou gets up and you let your legs stretch out, laying down fully on the couch. He shuffles around the room, picking up stray pieces of popcorn that you both threw at each other during the movie. He switches the TV off, puts the bowls and cups in the sink and washes them for you too. All the while, your mind thinks about the theory of a multiverse, thinks about Katsuki and how different things could've been.

When he returns, he rolls his eyes at the sight of your wet cheeks. A hand, big enough to capture both your ankles, lifts your feet up and Bakugou sets them back down in his lap. Absent-mindedly, he starts stroking your legs, calming you down, like you were a cat and not a human. 

"Why are you still crying? The movie's been over for ten minutes, you loser."

You can't really be bothered to call him something mean, not when your mind is working faster than your mouth and wide-eyed, you blurt out, "Kats, if the multiverse theory does exist, you realise that there's a universe where you and I never met? Or one where you and I hate each other and will never have what we have now- ow!"

The soft ministrations on your leg turn into a pinch, the skin stinging between his two fingers. Bakugou cuts off your rambling by doing so, and he eases the pain over with a kiss, like it never happened at all. He clicks his tongue, "Stop it, you know I fuckin' hate it when you start saying shit like that."

But you can't stop, your mind is whirring at speeds impossible thinking about every single life that he's not in with you. It makes you ache, makes you start saying stupid things like, "No, listen, Katsuki like it's an infinite multiverse, babe. I'm sorry if you don't wanna hear it but it's true so I think it's justifying me crying a bit 'cause in some life, you and I- hmprh!"

And suddenly, you're being pulled upright and Bakugou's covering your mouth with his hand, something that always takes you by surprise because it's so calloused but still so warm and it's such a contrast to his exterior, and he looks at you dead in the eyes and says quietly (steadily), "It's not true. It doesn't exist and it won't fuckin' ever."

Unbeknownst to you, in the midst of your rant that couldn't have lasted more than five seconds, Bakugou's traitorous mind assaults him with snapshots of what his life could've been without you in it. The moment you mentioned it, he saw it. He saw a life where there wasn't you by his side. 

A meaningless existence where someone didn't drool on his shoulder on the couch, where someone didn't insist on holding hands even when it was hot out, where someone didn't take the time to pry him open and let him be loved as much as he loved them.

He saw it— living with your absence. How dull and colourless it would've been without you there for him to hold or to kiss in the mornings and afternoons and at nighttime. He let the foolish image of a life devoid of your traces play out in his mind, and it lasted no longer than a millisecond but he hated it. Living with no one to cook eggs for in the morning, waking up in a bed that wasn't warmed by you and going to sleep without letting you sink into him. It was moronic, incredulous, and it baffled him to even think about it.

He thinks of the time you forced him to look away from what he was cooking, just to dance in your small kitchenette to whatever song was playing in the background. There was no room to really sway you and his elbows kept knocking into the cupboards and he couldn't stop the grin from taking over his face. 

You had laughed and it sounded like everything he ever wanted.

He burnt the food, you ate it anyway. He thinks of a life where the food had been cooked perfectly, and he would've had to eat it alone and it would've tasted bland and flavourless anyway. Nothing would've mattered, not one achievement or goal he reached, none of it would ever matter in any lifetime across any universe if you weren't right there beside him.

Bakugou releases you, letting you fall back onto the couch with a huff. He pokes and squeezes your legs, biting the inside of his cheek to try to cleanse his mind of the foul images he was forced to think of. Your eyes track every movement he makes, softening at the sight of him being so genuinely upset about this. He wears his heart on his sleeve, he plasters it to his big forehead and when you're around, he forces it into your hands and you're not about to break it now. 

A breathless giggle slips from your mouth, and you manoeuvre your body so your head lays atop his lap now. He's pouting, and he doesn't hesitate before running his fingers through your hair, combing through any tangles. It's his love language, you know that.

You try to say something, anything to salve over the sour expression on his face. But he must have had the wrong idea because before you start to run your mouth, Bakugou covers your mouth again, against your muffled protestations. He glares at you from above and leans down to talk.

"I'm serious, shut the fuck up, because it's not fuckin’ true. I don't give a fuck if the multiverse is infinite, there'll never be a universe that exists in which I wouldn't fuckin’ love you. Because if every choice I make leads to another verse then there's nothing I wouldn't fuckin’ do to make sure that in every single life I have, I'd end up with you."

Oh.

You feel silly now that he said that. The fact that you even considered such an outrageous idea was stupid. You forget who you're dealing with. You forget that there are two of you, and the universe is no match against the force that is Bakugou Katsuki. What he wants, he gets. And it's no secret that he really only ever wanted you.

"You said it yourself, it's infinite. So it's not implausible that there'd be multiple versions of myself tracking down every life where there wasn't an us. I'd still love you, always, even if I didn't know you yet, so I'll just have to get myself to find you in every single life. Everywhere, anywhere— I'll find you, I promise."

Oh.��

"So, if God forbid, there was such a cruel universe that you and I never met, then I'd jump verses for us and make us meet. Simple as that. You need me to use bigger words to get it through your thick skull, huh? Me and you, we're- we're boundless, cosmic, never-ending. It was always meant to be, the two of us. So stop fuckin' crying already, the only thing that's actually infinite here, is you and I, alright?"

Your eyes glass over, and then it shatters but you're tearing up for completely different reasons now. Not unexpectedly, Bakugou's right. He always is, and that's not unusual. Not when he says things like that, not when he shuts down every doubt you ever had in your head with a few simple words.

Reaching up to slip a hand behind his hair, you cradle his head in your palm. Bakugou relaxes, lets his cheek press into your palm and watches the affection dance in the colour of your eyes. You press a kiss into his palm, the one covering your mouth still, and watch the tip of his ears blush. He removes his hand then, letting it rest on your stomach.

He's right, of course he is. You let the worthless thoughts of the possibility of him and you ever ceasing to exist pour out of your mind. The ever-consuming fondness, the warmth associated with Katsuki and the love you have for him— it all takes up more than enough space in your head and in your heart. It leaves no room for any uncertainty.

But you're just as hot-headed and stubborn as he is, and you refuse to let him have the last word. And so you let your teeth sink into your lip, biting back a wild grin, you pull him down quickly by his hair. Kissing Katsuki never gets old, you think. It's always the same warm pair of lips against yours; a familiar dance.

So you lose yourself in the moment— you let Katsuki kiss you all soft and slow and lasting. He licks into your mouth and it shouldn't be as sweet as it is but it feels like it anyway. Laughter bubbles out of you, unbidden but not unwanted, and he grins against your mouth. 

The whole situation was ridiculous, how a simple question had spiralled into Bakugou confessing his quite literal undying love for you. It was both so in and out of character of him that you had to giggle. He wasn't fazed by your interruption, he smiled all the same against your mouth, kissing you despite your open mouth and laughter. 

And later, when the sun recedes and the moonlight pours into your window, it'll be quiet in the room Bakugou sleeps in with you. The only noise coming from the creaky ceiling fan. His arm finds its place, as always, around your middle— holding you like a heartbeat (constant, everpresent).

In the solitude under your covers, you find yourself admiring a privilege you never really realised you had. Bakugou's fast asleep next to you, his blonde unruly hair fans out against his pillow not like a halo. He's not that graceful, but his usually scrunched-up face was now relaxed. His expression is void of anything tense, practically defenceless laying next to you.

You weren't lying when you said he wore his heart on his sleeve. He's harsh and intimidating to the public eye, but when it comes to you, all his walls go down. It's unnecessary to be so guarded with you, not when he trusts you with his life, though he won't say it (he doesn't need to).

It's inexplicable, the way you feel your chest clench looking at him. It's a privilege; to get to be loved by him and to love him in return. It's something you take for granted, and you won't say it out loud lest you upset him again, but you think of a different life in which you're not allowed to do this. A life where Katsuki wouldn't tenderly kiss you on a beaten-up couch, where he wouldn't tangle his legs in between yours and fall asleep next to you. It's pointless to think about. He said it himself, it'll never happen anyway.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you lean over him and press a soft, lingering kiss to his hair. Bakugou smiles, and you lean in closer to whisper very softly, so you won't wake him, "I promise, I'll find you as well. Anywhere, everywhere, in all my lives, okay?"

Katsuki has a sixth sense, a you-sense, and he's sound asleep but somehow he understood what you've just said. He tightens his arm around your waist unconsciously, and you feel relentlessly and irrevocably in love with him, even though it's been so long, the feeling never wavers or wanes. It stays buzzing in your veins, a constant ebbing flow.

You fall asleep quietly.

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Oni x reader

(Lowkey am a bit embarrassed to post this bc I said no nsfw but I just had to...also I hate using the word pussy but I used it bc... Also please give me constructive criticism and tips how to write smut better)

Reader has no specific gender and gender pronouns aren't used but the reader is AFAB. Also it's Dub-con and hate fucking so if that makes you uncomfortable do not proceed reading this. Mature audience only, please and thank you.

He was chasing you down. He was done with your bullshit. He didn't care of everyone else escaped he was going to kill you. You slammed the pallet down on his head and he let out a groan. He activated his power and he stormed at you.

You were heading towards a window and your face was still blank. He lifted up his weapon and slashed you. You fell on the other side of the window and key out a groan. He smiled wide underneath his mask. He finally got you and was gonna get his revenge.

He went through the window and towered above you. He bent down to pick you up till he heard your pained moans. He never heard you before or see you make any other expression beside a blank one. So you on the ground with a pained teary eyed face, and making such pained lewd sounds made him stop for a moment.

He bent down to pick you up and tossed you up over his shoulder. Another idea passed his mind and he smirked to himself. He started to get hard just thinking about it. You would pay for what you've done.

He went into his estate and bent you over the basement railing. You let out a startled gasp and trembled in nervousness and confusion. For the first time you spoke "W-what are you doing?" He was a bit taken aback by the softness of your voice. He didn't respond instead he pressed himself against you. Realization hit you like a bag of bricks and you closed your eyes and clenched your pussy in anticipation.

He pulled down your pants and underwear the reveal your wet pussy. He groaned and tossed his head back a bit. He smirked and moved his hand to it. He slowly delved his fingers in your wetness and played with your clit. He could cum right there and now with those lewd sounds that were being made. You gripped the the railing and tossed your head back moaning. "Hah..mm fuck..." You moaned as he played with your clit. You were about to cum but then he stopped all movements.

You whined out and turned your head to him with confusion written all over your face. He started taking off his pants and armour. He freed his hard cock that was aching to be touched. He saw your eyes widen and clench them tightly shut. You moved your head back and looked down. You started to shake, you've never saw a cock as big as his. You weren't sure if you could take it.

Without any warning he thrusted himself into you. You let out a pained gasp and gripped the railing tighter. He pressed his body against yours while slamming his cock into you. His hands covered yours and he picked up his pace. He let out his anger and frustration in every thrust he delivered. You were hanging onto the railing for dear life trying to use it to support you. But his thrusts were to strong and fast so it didn't really help.

His hips stuttered and he let out a loud moan. Your eyes widened and you blushed. "A-ah" you moaned out and clenched tightly around him. He moved one of his hands into your hair and bended you over the railing more. He slammed ever harder into you while still gripping your hair. As much as he hated you he loved this feeling and this side of you. He loved how fucking submissive you were and how tight your pussy was clenching around him.

All the hate and lust was clouding his mind and the only thing he could focus on was fucking you into oblivion. You better hope you cum before him or you weren't going to cum at all. He was so close and gens were popping but that was the last thing you guys were worried about.

In one hard thrust he cummed hard into you. He gave one to last thrust and you let out a whine. You weren't able cum but that wasn't his problem, he could care less. He pulled out of you and watched as his cum drip out of you. You whined and pouted that you weren't able to cum. Maybe next time you would be able to. Oh yeah, there would be a next time. The way you gripped him and the sounds you made he wanted more but not now.

He patted your head and dragged his hand down your back gently. He pulled up his pants and fixed his armour. You were still bent over the railing panting and trying to gain your strength. He pulled your underwear and pants up. He slapped your butt and took off while you slipped into unconsciousness because of the blood loss.

(please let me know how it was 🥹🫣)

[catcze]

Is it okay to ask for kazuha mating press you😳😳 like bro, imagine hes has breeding kink and he did it to you hsjshshshsh

NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

!!⠀Feat : Kazuha x GN! Reader

!!⠀## : Smut. Like, super smut.

!!⠀CWs : rough sex ish, Breeding kink (duh) they fuck?? obviously, tummy bulges bc thats my shit, listen i was in a v subby mood the moment i read ‘breeding kink’ and ‘Kazuha’ in the same sentence, so I might have made him a bit more dominant than i usually do ig, he’s kinda ooc maybe? He’s a little feral but we love it, 

yES it is more than okay 👀  I saw breeding, I saw Kazuha, and now y’all have this.

”Do you feel that?” Asks Kazuha, in a voice so harmonious and soft and completely contradicting each hard thrust of his hips. His eyes are wide as he realizes for the first time how far into you his cock goes when he bottoms out. His hand is firmly planted on the soft skin of your belly, pushing down so he can feel every pump of his hard cock himself. “I’m so deep inside of you, aren’t I?”

You can’t even respond to the awe in his voice–– your head has been lying limply on the mattress since your how many-th orgasm. If it weren’t for your hands still gripping the back of your knees, folding yourself in half like how Kazuha wants, or for the squeaks, gasps and the occasional moan when he pushed down particularly hard, Kazuha might have though you passed out.

Even when you’re overstimulated, muscles sore and voice hoarse, you were still being so good for him, taking his lust-driven pace without complaint. His other hand grips one of your thighs, spreading you wide for ease of access and to hear the sloppy mess the two of you had created. The love of his life, so eager to be pressed in half and bred. It’s a thought he would never take for granted–– something that will haunt his wet dreams for weeks to come.

“You’ve been so good,” Kazuha murmurs, leaning down to lick at your neck, and inadvertently pushing on the little bulge in your stomach even more, forcing some of the air from your lungs in a desperate gasp. His pace slows, shifting into something more sensual and deep, letting you feel every inch and vein of his cock as he drags it out of you and pushes it back in as deep as he can go. 

“Would you like a reward?”

Even in your hazy state, you recognize the word when you hear it, and nod, teary-eyed. He chuckles, and you feel the vibrations from deep in his chest before he presses a sweet, tender kiss to your lips. 

Then his pace picks up and his angle shifts, wiping all coherent thought from your brain, and he essentially fucks you into the mattress.

Each downwards thrust of his hips is so loud, and it has your tongue lolling and your lips parting like a bitch. To Kazuha, every noise you make, every moan, yelp and cry of “Kazuhakazuhakazuha––” timed with the thrust of his hips only spurs him on to push deeper, to fuck you better, until he fills up your hole with his cum and breeds you so full you’ll feel his cum in you for days. You deserve your reward, after all. 

Fat tears roll down your face, a testament to how well he’s fucking you. He leans down further, pushing your thighs even wider (and not at all slowing his pace) as he bites and pulls at your bottom lip. “So pretty, getting stuffed,” he coos when you whimper. “Do you want my cum in you, love?”

You nod feverishly, releasing your hold on your legs–– Kazuha’s practically folding you in half himself, anyway. As you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pushing his face into your neck and kissing his shoulder, he squeezes your thigh, hard enough to pull a moan from you. “Speak,” He murmurs into your ear, biting down on the soft skin of your shoulder, making you yelp

“Hnngh–– C-cum, please, I want your cum in me Kazu,” you whine, heat racing across your body, and your lower stomach begins to incessantly tingle. He tenses when you tighten around his cock, making the drag against your walls even more prominent with each thrust. “So empty without you–– I– I’m not gonna waste a single drop, promise.”

Kazuha groans right into your ear, his brain practically sizzling as he listens to you beg for his load inside of you. You yelp when his pace loses the steady rhythm, reduced to hard, frantic thrusts as Kazuha aims to cum as deep as he can inside you. Kazuha can hardly hear your cries and sweet little ‘tha-ank yo-ou’s as he fucks you, his mind hazy as your walls grip his cock, desperate to keep him inside you.

He does, however, hear you call his name as you cum, and feels the sensation of your teeth digging into his shoulder in an attempt to muffle yourself. You go weightless after that, your thighs shaking, eyes rolling and both your skin wet from how hard you cum, He continues fucking your oversensitive hole for only a bit longer, the tight squeeze doing him in with a gasp. He thrust his hips down into yours forcefully, burying his cock until the base, hitting the deepest reaches of you as you whined, though it’s quickly silenced by his lips on yours.

Kazuha’s cum is hot, and the feeling of being filled and thoroughly bred rips a satisfied moan from your throat that had Kazuha’s chest feel tight. The harsh, passionate kiss melts into something sweeter as he comes down from the high. His kiss becomes more gentle, assuring you of his adoration and love. One of, Kazuha’s hands threads into your hair, cradling you while his cock keeps your hole plugged full of his cum. 

“Good?” Kazuha asks when you part to breathe, looking down at you.

“Mmh, so good,” You mumble, pulling him back down for more.

When the kiss ends for good and you’ve stopped trembling from the aftershocks, Kazuha carefully removes his cock from your hole. Despite his best efforts, some of his cum drips out of you, and you make a disappointed sound. Carefully, he swipes it up with his fingers, pushing it back inside you. Immediately, your previous disappointment morphs into a happy purr.

“You did promise not to waste any of it,” Kazuha says with a smile. He won’t mind if you do though–– he can always just fuck more into you later, anyway.

[woodohwanedandproud]

@seamayweed #otp: because you are like me #antagonistic soulmates #web weaving #I'M SCREAMINGGGGGGG #can't believe you made this thinking of me and turned it into a lowkey bangseon thing #i feel so blessed 😭😭😭 #and yes bangwon sacrificed so much!!!! #which includes sacrificing seonho #this is so beautiful and the song/that quote fits so well too #as always i'm a big fan of that sexy grain (and your sexy brain) #love his shiny and teary eyes in gif 1 #and how you really emphasized the blues in his clothes and in the background too #never really paid attention to the fact that he wears blue the last time we see him when he's coronated as the crown prince #wearing seonho's color 👀 #meaning that seonho won this battle for the country after all #bc the country is the people you love and not an abstract concept #even if bangwon is the one sitting on the throne #i'm thinking abt how they both won and lost in a way #and how seonho is outside at the same time covered in blood/red #wearing bangwon's color in turn #on that note i rly love the red & blue coloring of this set - you know how INSANE it makes me!!!! #also love how the font shimmers a bit blue/cyan in gifs 1 & 3 #and then the b&w coloring in gif 3 too!!! with that red brush stroke underneath the cyan font that contrasts so well with the b&w #so pretty!!!!! #never noticed bangwon looking so conflicted/broken up over seonho mourning sungrok while clinging to his corpse #tell us what you are REALLY thinking bangwon!!!! #and then the last gif of bangwon sitting on the throne laughing all teary-eyed and unhinged with the words 'that i've done'... #he knows exactly what he's done and sacrificed to get here and is such a lonely and tragic figure in the end 😭 #the biggest tragedy to me in this show will always be the lost possibility of connection between these two men #who were so similar underneath the surface differences imposed upon them by society such as power class and station #and yet it's exactly these things that keep them apart and make them stay bitter enemies until the end without ever connecting #will i ever be normal about these two 🙃 #thanks for making this gorgeous and painful thing bru love!!! 😭😭😭 you know i love pain

"any sacrifice that leads me to it is mine to endure."

(bangwon + all these things that I've done by the killers)

[red-goat]

Idk “Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” If it is not too late

*puts on angst writter glasses* This is for my coffee shop AU cuz I still have brain rot. TW: Separation anxiety

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You fiddle with your fingers as you observe them loading the truck. Bag after bag of coffee beans make the truck's level lower a little. You stand on the alley's door trying your best to hide your pout, altho you're pretty sure they've already noticed since they keep reassuring you they'll be back by nightime, still you feel too uneasy to let go. The weather is still pretty humid, it has been raining nonstop latetly and you can't help it but feel a little hopeless as they finish loading the back of the truck.

"B-but why do both of you have to go? C-can't one of you stay here... with me?" Anxiety is an ugly monster and you know too well for your own good. That gut wretching feeling in your stomach which burns and cuts your peace of mind with paranoia and cruel whispers at the back of your mind.

"Oh don't worry! We've already told you, you don't have to open the shop for the day if you don't want to, ok? I don't want you to stress yourself so unesessarely, not good at all. Besides, we both have to be there to sign the paperwork, that's what bussines partners are all about!" Moon hands you over the keys giving you a reasuring smile "Sun is right, you shouldn't get so worked up... there are leftovers if you don't feel like cooking today also... just take it easy ok? You'll do fine without us".

Your eyes widen... that prick in your stomach aches harsher, the emptiness in your gut screams in retaliation to his words, your nervousness is quite noticeable now. "W-what do you m-mean? W... Why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?!" Your panic comes out at your last sentance.

You know that's not what the mean to say, you know it's just your brain messing with you... but you can't help it, ever since you arrived here, to your new found home, you've never been left alone by your own, one of them has always kept you company and so the thought of being alone for the first time in a while is simply... overwhelming.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm just..." you clutch the keys closer to you, fidgeting with the little mug shaped keychain. They both look at you in silence for moment, unsure of what to say, but Moon as always, is pretty perceptive. He calls your name softly and sweetly, a tone he usually reserves for when he soothes you to sleep.

You look up at them teary eyed, and for the very first time when they place their hand on your shoulders, you don't flinch. Your eyes widen a bit, you know they want to hug you, but they don't dare to without your explicit permission. So in a fit of pain, you launch yourself into their arms, finally giving in your most deepest cravings, their comfort. Your nose is filled with the escence of coffee and worn clothes. They debate for a moment about returning the hug but seeing you cling to them like this, they decide to do it.

The traces they draw on your skin makes your worries melt like butter. This... this is exactly what you been yearning for... Them. "Promise you'll text me whenever you can... please?" They remain silent, well Sun does, as Moon suddlently bursts out in a warm laughter "S-sorry! It's just- Hahahha- So cute..." You look up at him from his shoulder. "It's so cute when you think we wouldn't be doing that already... hehe... I mean- Who else am I gonna send memes to? Sun? He doesn't even get half of them!" You know he most likely is using this as an excuse to free some tension, but you don't mind, knowing this is just Moon wanting you to feel better, Sun then plays along "Mayyybe if someone bothered to explain them to me I would at least smile!" Sun retorts, to which Moons anly response is to whisper "susus amogus" and that's enough for you both to start snicker. "You two are weird!" Sun playfully states as you and Moon explode wheezing in laughter. You decide to tease him a bit feeling all your previous worries fade away.

"You looove us and you know it~" he huffs and sighs in defeat. "Can't argue with that, dang it!" You jest sticking out your tounge and giving him a little wink, still not letting go of the comfort of their embrace.

...

Oh angst turned into fluff, my secret weapon >:3

[onestepbackwards]

Picture if you will! For the sake of this Reader takes Arezu’s place instead of Calaba as warden of lady Lilligant.

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Ingo, warden of lady Sneasler and a stranger fallen from the sky.

Taken in by the pearl clan, he was at least grateful they took him in and made sure he didn’t perish in the wilderness.

Apparently he isn’t the only sky fallen person, but he never met the other.

Until a clan meeting was held with both clans.

Arguing was involved of course, but Ingo stepped away, where he met you.

Dressed in a diamond clan tunic, you looked just as tired as he did.

Neither of you said anything at first but you two felt drawn to each other and became chatting. So many jokes were shared, it was like meeting an old friend again! You both felt at peace with the other, despite the arguing clans behind you.

You two would meet up whenever you could, you expressed that after Arezu’s injury she stepped down and you took her place.

Apparently lady Lilligant favored you greatly.

Which makes him chuckle, seeing as lady Sneasler adores you quite a bit as well.

After young Akari calmed your noble you were mostly free, and spent your free time with the other sky fallen warden.

You joined Ingo in his trips and helped him with his own tasks, you found it enjoyable! But this is Hisui after all.

His memories of you came flooding back when he caught sight of your injured form. Your back exposed showing deep slashes, your breathing was labored, and by the look of Pesselle, you weren’t doing too well.

Galaxy members had to pull him out and away from the room, he wouldn’t stop babbling about something, tears pouring down his face.

That’s his spouse! Please they need him! He has to make sure they are okay!

A few days past when he got the go a head to see you. You held the crying warden in your arms, as much as you could.

“I could’ve lost you!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“I already forgot you once, please! Don’t!-“ he chokes on his sobs but you let out a confused sound.

“Once? What are you talking about?”

Teary eyed, Ingo looks at you.

You see the eyes of a man worried and heartbroken.

He sees the eyes of a person lost and confused.

His eyes held such emotion that you couldn’t pinpoint.

Your eyes held nothing to him, for him.

Ingo can feel himself choking, you don’t remember him, you also lost your memories.

You don’t remember your husband standing right before you.

*Sobbing* NO This is really good but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA As much as I love angst I can't handle angst without a happy ending. I'm a huge sap but i NEED happy endings ;w; Ingo would stop at nothing to try and have you remember him. Seeking out legendaries and mythicals, slyly reenacting stuff you both have done together, saying key words from your relationship... Like, yes, he got some of his memories back, and he's overjoyed! But now he has work to do He's also suddenly incredibly protective over you. And at the end of the day, if he can't get you to remember, well... He'll be upset, but he will settle with making new memories with you. After all, you seemed to click with him, and get close before he remembered. There's still a chance. Thank you for sending this in! It was really good! ♪(´▽｀)