#berrys-blabbering

[belbisous]

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader (NSFW)

The thought of Chuuya wanting a kid wanders through his mind, until his impulsive thoughts finally let out

1893 Words || Rough Sex, Consensual Non Consensual, Baby fucking, Small age gap implied, Dark Content (?)

(Not proof read!!)

English isn't my first language any mistake found please notify me about them and I do take criticism!!

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“One wouldn't hurt…”

You were sitting at the dining table with Chuuya on the opposite side.

His rambles going on and going about wanting to start a family.

“Really? I just don't think-” “I'll take breaks from my job to take care of you and the baby.”

Pressing your lips together, and darting your eyes to the side you weren't sure if this would he a good idea.

He was an executive of the mafia…And there was an age difference, not a big and drastic one…But there was one. The thoughts and issues kept wandering your head more than the concept of spending wonderful time with a child.

“Y/n…just really think about it-” “You know what sounds so good right now!” Cutting him off purposefully, you stand up from your chair and begin to head your way to the kitchen before stopping in your tracks to face him.

“Some muffins? Don't y'a think?” A big smile on your face as you kept cutting him off “What about-”

“Do you want blueberry or strawberry? You know what? I'll just pick last minute!”

Saying it in a giggly tone you headed to the kitchen.

You begin to take out all the ingredients from the pantry. Flour, sugar, eggs, you name it.

Bringing out the bowls, one fell on the ground creating a loud noise as it hit the kitchen floor.

“You alright dear? Need some help?” His voice could be heard, getting nearer towards you

“Uh- Uhm no I'm okay!!” Reassuring him.

You didn't want him to come to the kitchen and hear about his blabbers about trying to convince you on a kid.

Without lying, you have thought about it. As much as you would want one or two, you knew you had to say no to him. Because the dangers could be high.

So as much as your heart wanted to say yes, your head always responded with a long complicated answer leading to a no.

As these thoughts kept wandering through your head, you continued on mixing the wet ingredients perfectly and shifting the powder with the dry ingredients.

Now you weren't sure whether to use vanilla or almond extract… Or maybe both…?

Not like it mattered, Chuuya liked everything you made.

Taking out the small muffin tray pan and prepping it, you made a small little gap in the center of the dry ingredients and added the wet ingredients, continuing toefold the mixture together.

Now here came the hard part… Were you gonna use strawberries or blueberries?

Resting your hand on your chin, looking back and forth between the two berries deciding which to use, you felt a pair of lean arms slther around your waist.

Catching you off gaurd, you turn around and saw Chuuyas face in the crook of your neck as he held you, slowly rocking you side to side.

“Whichever, I don't mind” “Ugh…You're so clingy~” Trying to get out of his grasp to continue baking, he held your closer and tighter.

“Take a break, you seemed overwhelmed.” His soft voice could be heard as he whispered into your left ear.

He turned you around and kept holding you close.

Just from the close proximity, you could feel your face becoming hot as he just starred at you with half lidded eyes. “C'mon doll…”

His face leaned in closer and closer, pressing his lips against yours.

At first you tried to push him away and get your face away from his, but you knew that wouldn't work.

He kept on kissing you, slowly leading himself to your bottom lip, then to your jaw kissing it upwards and going lower.

No matter how much you tried to resist this sudden act of affection, he continued to keep his kisses close to your collarbone before stopping.

Looking at your eyes directly “You're so pretty doll.” “...What's up with you today?”

“Nothing!” He said in a whiny voice “But I think I want something sweeter than muffins today…”

He let go for a second before leaning down and grabbing your legs together, carrying your over his shoulder.

“Hey! Put me down! Chuu ” Hitting his shoulders in an attempt to stop and put you down “Not a chance~”

Lifting your head, you couldn't really turn your head around much, but just by the path he was going you knew where you were ending up.

You heard him slightly kick the door open and walk inside the room. Plopping you on the bed, bouncing one or two times from how he placed you.

He closed and locked the door, not letting any of the lights from the living room or kitchen nearby show, only making the room darker.

He hovered directly over you, lifting your short slip on dress up a bit in the process.

You moved to your side trying to avoid his gaze. Regarding his face caught your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Don't act stupid doll, I've read your diary when you leave it open. You want one too, but your afraid…”

“Huh” Your eyes open slightly upon hearing that.

“Promise, I'll take care of you.” His stuck pinky out waiting for you to grasp it with his.

Raising your hand to do the same. Just milliseconds before you were about to though, he shoved his lips onto yours.

Kissing you deeply, and with your hand right there he held it tightly from the wrist.

Suddenly moving his head lower

He pressed deep kisses onto your neck, causing you to moan.

Letting go of your hands, he lowered himself in between your thighs and slowly with a stern voice “Lift your dress up for me will ya doll?”

Embarrassed, you did so at a slow pace.

He pressed soft kisses on your inner thighs. But you tried to move away a bit. Because of this, his hands went to your hips to try to keep you from moving.

Keeping his soft kisses in a trail as he got to your clit. Slowly pressing his tongue on it and sucking it. Making you throw your head back on the pillows.

“Mphm, want- a taste…” He said before he trailed lower to your entrance.

Teasing you with his mouth as you kept moaning softly trying not to make so much noise.

“Don't be like that dear, I want to hear you.”

He said before he stood slightly up. And without realizing you had noticed he was already out of his pants.

He probably took them off with his spare hand while he was eating you out.

Chuuya hovered over you again, starring into your eyes, caressing your face before he kissed you deeply again, but this time teasing your entrance with his tip.

Using his pre-cum as lube.

Your were sensitive, and he knew that. This was just cruel “C-Chuuya~” “Say what?” “Please…”

“Please what dear? I need to hear it…” He brought his ear closer as he had his hand on your chin adjusting it upwards. “I need you in me please please please…”

He leaned away from you face, starring down at you. Until he picked you up and without any warning trusted into you.

“Agh~” Your hands gripped his back, as he continued to thrust into you with any warning.

“God- Ah…you're so-mgh”

Your pussy twitched around his cock, as he kept his fast pace, making you scream his name out to slow down.

He was rough, but at the same time he was loving. Telling you sweet things as he practically tortured you with his cock.

With one hand around your waist, and the other fingerings your clit, you couldn't help but whine at his roughness. “Ah~ Chuu- Chuuya…”

He kept his fast thrusts, plunging into you second by second.

You felt the tension inside you grow more. Wanting to release you heard your boyfriends voice. “Cum when I say so.”

“Mhm- Mphm~!” Nodding as twin tears fell from your cheek.

Feeling that tingling feeling down there, Chuuya wouldn't stop going hard inside of you. Only causing you to let the walls hear your scream out in agony and pleasure.

“Youre- so pretty hah~”

As you arch your back, his cock thrusting inside of you becomes sloppier. “Mph… Gonna fuck a-baby into y'a.”

His cock was so girthy and wide, he was basically forcing it into your tight little wet pussy.

Turning your head to the side in embarrassment he notices and grabs your jaw again. “Don't look away..”

You could feel your orgasm approaching, and Chuuyas as well.

He began to start to let out noisy yet sharp and heavy breaths.

While you kept moaning loudly as well as letting out deep breathy complaints.

Chuuyas mind was going wild. He held you down more and more, grabbing more of your hips to push his cock inside of you. “Cum!- for me doll, cum…”

His body and yours tensed up, slowly stopping, as he kept groaning into your ear.

Your thighs were shaking, as you finally came on his dick. allowing the tension to release.

“Hah agh- Ah~” Rolling your eyes back and arching your back once more as you felt his warm cum inside of you.

Allowing it to drip out of your fucked up pussy.

Orgasming a few seconds little later than Chuuya,

Eachothers mixing together. You held him close as you were sore from how he practically forced his cock inside of you.

You let go and laid spread on the bed, panting, trying to catch your bbreath.

Chuuya finally took his cock out of you, as it continued to drip onto your upper thighs and lower stomach.

“Mmm.. So tired..”

Chuuya swept his hair, upon hearing you say that he look at you again.

“Huh? You think I'm done with you…”

Your panting stops, you look up at him, you notice his half lidded eyes still checking you out from head to toe.

“You still have this damn dress on… I also have to make sure I fuck that baby into you…” He pressed his finger against your forehead “Got it?”

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It was the morning after a dreadful and long night.

You were snuggled tightly into the comfy bedsheets and a blanket Chuuya had brought for you after he was done with you.

It seemed like what, 2 or 3 hours of him going at it non stop?

You thought he wouldn't stop…

“Rise and shine!”

You heard the door open, and to your surprise you see Chuuya standing at the door, but with something in his hand.

“Huh… What?” Your voice was still groggy from taking him all night too. “While you were asleep, I had the muffin batter in the fridge, I just popped them out the oven here doll, try one…”

He handed you a muffin,

Taking a close look at it, -it was true. They were nicely baked and toasty at the top.

Taking a bite out of it, your eyes widen, “Mmm!”

“I picked strawberries for the muffins, even I'd I don't prefer them. Read it in your diary too.”

He then sat next to you in bed, with the plate full of muffins. He placed his hand over your shoulder causing you to fall onto his chest.

Hugging you closely

You both stayed like that until the plate had 3 little muffins left.

Maybe having a kid wouldn't be all that bad?

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for @chuuyasbxtch ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶

[friendship-ditch]

Training

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: You meet Katniss while training to be a soldier.

Warnings: Some light swearing and lightly described injuries. (SFW)

Word count: 2879

Having spent most of your life working the markets of District 12, you weren’t the best fighter, and you hardly knew how to wield a sword. Although your life had been full of poverty, it was also full of peace. That was why you were surprised when informed that you would be drafted as an emergency soldier for the rebellion on the side of District 13.

You progressed your way from dummies to other trainees, but the breathing beings were much more ferocious than the sacks of old flour. You’d been training for a week and hadn’t won a single duel yet.

After your third loss, you left to nurse your wounds and practice on your own again. You wrapped your shoulder and lost track of time. It was far past dinner and you finally stopped when you heard a clatter.

That was when you noticed somebody else was here too.

You abandoned your training and went in search of the sound. In the small arena beside you, you noticed another girl around your age.

The girl's hair was tied into a side braid, bow clutched tightly between her fingers. She was shooting effortlessly at the holograms, taking down one after one with ease. When the training session ended she turned over her shoulder and noticed you watching.

You felt a heat creep up your neck and spread across her cheeks as your eyes locked with her gray ones. They were cold and reserved, but not angry.

“Sorry.” You stuttered, stepping away from the wall. “I thought I was the only one here. You’re amazing.”

By some miracle the girl didn’t seem bothered. She slung her bow over her shoulder and came over towards you. As she stood a few feet away from you it finally clicked in your head who she was.

“I’m uh—I’m y/n.” You stammered, suddenly not wanting to meet her eyes in case you blabbered on.

Standing in front of you was not just any girl, but Katniss, Katniss Everdeen; The Mockingjay; The Girl on Fire; The girl who fueled a rebellion with just a few berries.

She was practically a celebrity down here in 13, and once upon a time back in childhood you may have even called her a friend. You were sure she didn’t remember that.

Was she always this beautiful?

“Katniss.” The girl said with a nod. She eyed you curiously for a moment, the smallest flicker of recognition in her eyes but she said nothing about it. In fact, she didn’t say much at all.

You nodded too, unsure what else to do. This was quickly turning awkward.

“You’ve been training for a while.” Katniss finally states. It’s a weird thing to say, but it’s a true observation. She then points to the wrapped wound on your shoulder. “Is that new?”

That blush sparkled across your skin again, this time from embarrassment rather than awe.

“Yeah. I’m… I’m not the best fighter, so I’m just training.” You explain. “They’re going to draft me as an emergency soldier.”

“Then you should definitely train more. You need it.”

The bluntness of her statement drew out a frown across your lips. “Thanks.” You mumbled, even more embarrassed than before.

Katniss seemed to realize what she said and gave you an apologetic look, though she said nothing else on the topic. She checked the time and then hung her bow on the wall.

“I have to go. You should rest, you won’t help anybody by wearing yourself out.”

You watched silently as she left the room and turned the light off. Katniss was a lot more stuck in her own world than you remembered, but she was just as good with a bow as ever.

The next day you came early to training and worked your ass off for an extra hour but it still didn’t work. You were as good with a gun as a mouse, you couldn’t even get an arrow to shoot the right direction from a bow, and a 2 year old would’ve been better with a knife. The only reason you hadn’t been brutally murdered in training yet was that you knew how to dodge and escape mostly unscathed, but that wouldn’t do you good in a real battle.

Every failure was just increasingly more frustrating and you were debating on signing yourself up as a human shield instead.

Finally, you gave up. You dropped the bow and sank to the floor with a loud groan.

“You’re holding it wrong.”

The voice snapped you out of your self pity and you lifted your head towards the sound, finding a surprise.

Katniss stood at the entrance to the small arena, her own bow in hand and quiver strapped to her back. She was a little sweaty but seemed just as alert as ever.

“Your hand is too low.” Katniss continued as she stepped in. She pulled her bow off of her back and held it up to demonstrate.

You watched wide eyed with curiosity.

When Katniss handed you your own bow, you hesitantly took it and tried to copy her example.

“Like this?”

The other girl let out a soft chuckle. She set her hand on top of yours, her fingers were warm. She gently moved your hand up just a little. “Yes, like this.”

You slowly nodded and did as she said, holding the bow her way. It did feel easier.

“There you go.” Katniss nodded with approval. She helped you up to your feet and offered you an arrow. “Now, aim and shoot.”

Her breath was hot and tickled the side of your neck, making your heart stampede. She helped you prepare, her hand still over yours. As you angled and aimed the bow, she nodded.

“Shoot.”

The command snapped you back to reality. You let the arrow fly and missed the target by more than a few feet. So much for getting better. Now you felt like even more of a letdown.

“Sorry.” You muttered, ashamed of yourself.

Katniss shook her head and handed you another arrow. “Don’t be. Nobody gets it perfect on their first try.”

You didn’t get it on your second try either, or your third, but you were getting closer. Finally, on your fourth try, the arrow hit the edge of the target and not the wall behind it.

Katniss congratulated you with a rare smile and helped you a few more times until you continuously hit the target.

“Now keep practicing like that. You’ll get it soon enough, you have good form.” Katniss explained, letting her hair out of her braid. She’d taken a seat on a bench to watch you shoot. “And remember to rest, you’re no use as a worn out soldier.”

You couldn’t help but smile too.

The next few days, Katniss continued to give you shooting lessons, and became less reserved. When you started to always hit the target straight on, she began to teach you how to hit moving targets.

“Keep your focus on them. Don’t aim for where they are, aim for where they will be.” Katniss breathed against the back of your head. One of her hands was on your shoulder, the other on your elbow as she slowly turned you with the hologram.

You did what she said, looking ahead of the hologram. When it was moments away from your gaze, you released the arrow. It shot right into the target.

Katniss gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Great!”

You looked up at her just as she looked down and her chin bumped into your forehead. As if the way she was holding you and how she stood a few inches taller than you wasn’t already making your heart flutter, that certainly did it.

“Sorry.” She blurted out, stepping away. You missed her warmth already.

“It’s alright, it didn’t hurt.” You assured her quickly. “Thank you for teaching me, I really think I’m getting somewhere now! I’m the best shooter in my whole group!”

That made Katniss beam with pride and instead of saying something, she responded with a hug, and a tight one at that.

“I’m so proud of you.” She whispered happily, resting her chin atop your head without any pain this time. She hugged you close.

You couldn’t help but melt into her embrace and hug her back as tight as you could. It had been a long time since anybody had ever hugged you in this manner and it just felt so good, especially since Katniss was the one doing it.

When you broke away from the hug, you couldn’t help the bright blush on your face but luckily she didn’t seem to notice.

“Well, I think I’ve taught you all there is about how to use and work a bow.” Katniss told you, unaware of the way that made your heart sink. “I think my work here is done.”

“Do you know how to use a sword?” You asked rapidly the second she was done speaking. “Or a knife? Or just… anything else? I suck at just about every weapon out there.”

Katniss let out a sharp sigh and shook her head. “No, not well enough to teach you at least.”

An unconcealable frown broke out across your face and you slowly nodded. That was probably for the best anyway, Katniss most likely had better things to do then train you at odd hours of the night. But you didn’t want to lose her yet. You two never hung out or talked anywhere else but this was like your own little world together. You frowned even more and sighed.

“But… we could take a lesson together.” Katniss prompted the question hesitantly, as if you’d deny her. “If you want. I think learning more hand to hand things would help me as well.”

The permanent frown on your face was replaced with an even bigger smile and you nodded with glee.

The next day, the two of you signed up for a class together that would teach you the basics, give you each a wooden stick, and then let you at it. Katniss warned you beforehand that she could be a bit competitive and you took that challenge with a grin.

“I thought your aim was supposed to be good!” You called out teasingly as she swung at you and missed, hitting the wall. If there was anything you were actually good at on your own, it was dodging.

Katniss didn’t appreciate the tease. “You’re moving too quickly!” She shouted back, lunging at you again.

You stepped back and her stick smacked right into yours. You two had been at it for about an hour and were both sweaty and dirty. You were actually having fun, dodging and using your height as an advantage. Katniss was not and growing more and more pissed every time you ran. You couldn’t help but find it amusing.

“Maybe you should strike faster!” You exclaimed, blocking another one of her attacks and swiping at her feet. “Or just, I don’t know, be better?”

Katniss groaned and lunged again. This time she managed to take a jab at you and was coming back for seconds. She raised her stick high and struck.

The only reason you weren’t smacked in the head was that you frantically swung your stick back at her, and clocked her right in the nose.

“Shit! Katniss!” You exclaimed. Both of your sticks clattered to the ground at the same time as she stumbled backwards and you ran to her side.

Giving your trainer and now friend a bloody nose wasn’t on your schedule at all.

Katniss had a hand clamped over her nose, blood filling her palm as she winced and groaned. Tears were brimming in her eyes but she was fighting to keep them back.

“I’m so sorry!” You blurted out. You brought her over to the first aid station and held ice against her nose until it stopped bleeding.

Finally, Katniss looked up at you after she wiped the last bit of blood away. Instead of the expected anger in her eyes, there was actually a small glint of humor.

“I thought you said you weren’t good with combat.” She said, in a surprisingly teasing voice.

“I’m not. I just panicked. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Katniss assured you, a smile teasing her lips. She rubbed the side of her nose. “I’ll just have a big bruise on my face for a week or two.”

When you realized she was messing with you, you couldn’t help but laugh and sit beside her.

“I think tomorrow, you and I should meet here, and you should train me.” Katniss told you, her voice now serious. “It’s only fair, right?”

You felt a little spark of hope in your chest and grinned. “Right.”

And so the next day you were at it again. You spent a lot of the time just teaching Katniss how to dodge, and in turn, she gave you a few tips on aim.

You’d also upgraded to an arena with some obstacles to heighten the risk.

Running after Katniss, you chased her up a rock. You were laughing but also focused; a little too focused. Katniss stopped at the top and you ran right into her, causing the two of you to topple to the ground, you landing right on top of her.

You two looked at each other, chest to chest, and faces both flushed. You were too stunned to move and Katniss had gotten the wind knocked out of her so she wasn’t able to talk.

Eventually you both just started to laugh. You stayed on top of her, shaking your head and giggling.

Finally she spoke up. “Alaina, you’re making my leg numb.” Katniss groaned teasingly. “My whole body is numb now.”

You blushed even more and rolled off of her and sat up. She sat up beside you, still panting.

“I need a minute.” Katniss breathed. Her head slowly found its way onto your shoulder as she tried to catch her breath.

You sat quietly, even more flustered by the way she was leaning into you. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze and waited until she felt okay enough to stand back up.

“Don’t go apologizing yet, you’ll regret it after I beat your ass.” Katniss said as she picked her stick back up, a grin on her face. She wasn’t done, not yet.

You were surprised by her persistence but grinned back at her. “You’ll be the one begging for your life when your ass is flat on the ground.”

The two of you spent the next half hour training and sparring, eventually giving up when you were beaten and bruised.

You sat beside Katniss on the bench, wrapping up the gash on her arm with some medical tape. You were exhausted from fighting, but you didn’t want the night to end either.

“There you go.” You sealed the tape off and pressed a soft kiss to the wound. You didn’t realize what you did until it already happened and you blushed bright red. “Sorry. My mother always did that to me.. She said it made the wounds hurt less.”

“It worked.” Katniss told you, looking over her shoulder at you. “But I think you missed.”

Confusion clouded your gaze. “What do you mean?”

“You missed.” Katniss repeated, flipping her whole body to face you. She took your hand and lifted it up to her face, using your finger to point at her lips. “You missed by a lot actually, I think we need to work on your aim.”

You could’ve fainted on the spot. Your heart raced in your chest and you grew even redder. Was she… Did she really ask you to kiss her? There was no way this was happening. She couldn’t have felt the same way you did.

Katniss watched your confusion with amusement. She took your hand and pointed it to your lips.

“May I? I think I should demonstrate this too.” She murmured softly.

You could only nod, the words stuck in your throat.

Katniss smiled softly and her lips met yours with ease. The kiss was short and sweet, but something you had been longing for so badly. You smiled too and then kissed her again, and then once more for good measure.

Finally, Katniss pulled away, her hand finding yours once more but just holding it this time. She smiled lovingly at you, her face red.

There was no way you could let her win this. You two had built up a competitive streak over the last few weeks and you weren’t going to let it off here.

“How about one more round?” You asked, picking up your stick. “And then, you come back to my room, and I’ll fix your wounds there.”

Katniss blushed even more but her eyes glimmered. She let out a laugh. “You think I’ll have more wounds by then? You’re that good?”

You laughed too and helped her to her feet. “I’m not sure, but I’m sure you’d want me to kiss every single one of them either way.”

“You bet.”

The two of you returned to the arena, eagerly awaiting what would come after the spar, and knowing that your lips wouldn’t just stick to her wounds.

[chaostroberry1]

Hi, Could I request a platonic yandere story (or headcanons, whatever works best for you) for Adam's ror family? The reader is human and they decided to adopt her. I haven't seen much for this family and I really need more. Please and thank you very much 💗

Hello anon!! This is one lovely request. I'd love to ^

RoR!platonic!human!family × daughter reader

- I can say that there are many ways that they could have found you, but what I think would be so much funnier is that if Cain and Abel found you abandoned somewhere.

- maybe they were out adventuring until they heard baby noises, little crying. I have a feeling that Cain and his big brother instincts told him to go check it out. And boom, they find you, wrapped around very thin cloth, shivering.

- Cain told Abel to watch you so that he could get Adam. And off he went running. Abel really pitied you despite his age, what a poor thing you were. you were very small and in need of protection.

- once they got Adam to see you, he picked you up gently, cradling you around his arms while instructing the boys to get some leaves and tree branches, to make you a nest.

- he stared into your small little eyes, as eve came rushing, hearing the cries of a baby.

- They adored you so much, you were so weak. They needed to protect you no matter the cost.

- when you started growing older, the two siblings would take you out with them to watch them hunt or scavenger hunt for berries and other tasty fruit.

- your big brothers were so sweet, and very nice. You got scared because of a squirrel once, and they scared it off. Making you giggle happily.

- Eve would make you all desserts, or make you wear pretty clothing. Of course they wouldn't just have you wearing things like them, that means there would be people staring at your body. That's disgusting.

- instead, they give you a dress, and a flower crown. Like a mini princess, you were so cute. their cute little baby girl was growing up. (You were actually still five years old)

- anytime you went missing, everyone would go insane, like you were only out for a walk and eve is already rushing towards you and crying out your name, before squeezing you into the tightest hug ever, barely letting you breathe.

- Adam would scold you, before telling you to go eat berries cus he thought he was too harsh.

- Cain and Abel would cry too, blabbering nonsense like "my baby sister...Whaaa!!! We thought you were dead!!!"

- okay maybe that was too dramatic.

- what if you had a crush? Well. They don't like that. Eve would tell you to consider, and tell you all the littlest details on stuff that she found 'odd' about the person. Like how they dress, or their hair, the way they walk, a bald spot on their head- just basically anything to make you dislike them.

- Adam tho, protective father switch on. Mf is literally pouty about the fact that you had a crush on someone, saying that you were too young, and that you were still his little girl.

- Cain would go chasing the person away while holding a twig, like an angry dog. While Abel would cry to you like "why would you wanna leave us...we're your familyyy..."

- bro.

- but, you've gotten used to them. They love you very much and are only doing things like this for you because they love you.

- might as well just take it, right?

[doodle-do-wop]

Kesler and Juline where cannonly childhood lovers, I think Juline had a temper and a hard time controlling her ability, and that Kesler was her alchemy tutor and wears dorky glasses similar to Milo Thatch. 

Do you have any Kesline headcannons thoughts anything at all

I’m working on a kesline teen fic and you have posted about them like three times in the last month which is more than most people do, yes there is a slight possibility of any of your head cannons ending up in the fic if they fit

Hi ya!

I have so so many headcanons

Elves show affection with loved ones (best friends, family, lovers, etc) by pressing foreheads together. The longer it lasts, the deeper the affections are.

Friends and family will do it for about the same duration as a normal hug

Lovers and friendships that are beyond love will obviously last longer.

Also I love childhood lover trope and that is canon now, Shannon is wrong. They were childhood lovers. Juline nearly failed her mid-term so badly due to her somewhat newly manifested Froster abilities being affected by her emotions making the beakers freeze over. It was a whole thing.

Kesler and Juline had known each other for years, like years!

Kesler fell first, Juline phased through the entire planet falling for him

Juline has had a fascination with human stuff for ages. Kesler just thinks it's funky but if Juline's blabbering about floppy disks he doesn't care what a 'computer' is, she's talking and he's listening.

Juline has constantly cold hands, Kesler holds them to keep her warm

Kesler likes baking, its like alchemy but you can add as many tart berries as you want, say less

Eda makes awesome pastries, Juline makes...interesting soups

will you survive? Will you need an elixir? Is it moving or is it just the smoke giving you hallucinations?

Jokes aside, Juline likes making soups that dont look appealing but taste amazing

its a prank and a good meal

They like to dance occasionally to some of their favorites (human music included) and will drag the kids into mini dance parties (this does mean Dex can dance, i eat canon for breakfast)

(once again ignoring canon) Kesler has slightly more rounded ears than most elves, Juline's are pretty pointed

they've cried over Gnomeo and Juliette (they're just like them fr)

Juline used to be shorter up until their third year of Foxfire, the girl shot up like a goblin i swear

Like how Dex shot up in Nightfal (i think) Juline was just tall

Random Juline and Kesler Firefox hc under cut, I was too proud of them to let them stay in the drafts shelf

Juline

peak annoying little sister

youngest of three

her and Eda are the only ones who kept in touch

their eldest sibling has always been distant so there was never really a connection between Juline and them

her and Eda shared a room up until their second level of Foxfire, they were just that attached to the hip

neither of her parents are Frosters, her mom is a Conjure like Eda but her dad is a Guster

Eda is older by just two years meaning she manifested first with Juline buzzing to manifest next, hoping to either be like Eda or a Guster, maybe even a Hydrokenic or maybe one of her great great grand somethings will do her a solid and-

she manifested as a Froster

she was not happy about it

kept freezing everything, left little frosty footprints everywhere, brought the room temperature down constantly no matter how wrapped up in cloaks and tunics she was

tying this into your headcanon of Kesler being her Alchemy tutor, Juline nearly flunked her alchemy midterm, scraping by the skin of her teeth

she had been docked major points for frosting some of her tools and even putting out the fire she needed multiple times due to nerves

Now onto Kesler

- as the youngest of his family, Kesler has at least three people telling him what to do at all times

- and none of them could agree

- he and his siblings were born more or less close in age (if you count close as 4-8 years)

- his youngest older sister was in Foxfire along with Kesler which means whenever Kesler had any trouble in class she was right there to both brag, and help (it was her job to be both unhelpful and very helpful, it's sibling law)

- Kesler got his love and knack for Alchemy from his grandfather who wasn't too shabby himself but Kesler was a natural

- he loves his siblings but hanging out with his grandfather doing random alchemy experiments was just their thing

- Kesler was terrible with Elementalism so much so his sister would occasionally take the long route to her classes to check on him in the Healing Room

- you could tell if Kesler Dizznee was within twenty feet of you if you could hear the tell tale sound of glass rattling in a bag

- he was in the same class year as Juline (I ignore canon) so when Juline Dizznee needed a tutor guess who was signed up as the sacrificial lamb

[dreamywakes]

all of ur sims are so beautiful uwaa.. do u have any tips on how u make such amazing and diverse and just. visual treats of simmies??

Oh my god, thank you so much Anon 💙

This is a hard question. Reshade does wonders. I believe I use Pearl by Miiko. I personally like how it looks with berry sims.

Mostly, I believe a crap ton of CC is what really helps my sims look good. On most if not all of my sims I use cc presets i've found over the years. Faaeish skin details are used on all of my sims. Specifically their Chubby Cheeks, Structure, and Nose shaders.

I have a big assortment of skin overlays. I tend to use different ones depending on what I like for the sim I'm making. This really helps make sims look different as I'm not using just the same two overlays over and over. Don't get me wrong, I have my favorites, but I tend to more than just one favorite.

Sliders. Honestly, at this point I forget what is base game and what is a mod. I really love the ear point slider. I probably wouldn't be able to live without it at this point. I know there is a lot more I use, but it really is difficult for me to remember which ones aren't base game.

Lastly, time is a big factor. I have suck way too much into my sims and I know it. I started tumblr in 2021 and I believe I had been playing berry sims for a couple of months or maybe a year at that point. Before that I didn't really play TS4 that often. I will say I've gotten much better with making sims over the past couple of years. One thing I've noticed is that I like the sims that I spend more time on. So I think overall time is a big part of it. Which is also why I only really make sims on the weekend when I have all the time in the world.

That is basically all I can think of right now. Thank you for liking my sims ❤ Hopefully my blabbering helps somehow.

I put a random thought below. It's completely off topic but I got an idea that made me a bit excited.

So I had to look back into my blog to see when I first start tumblr. This reminded me of some of my old sims that I really love. Well really only one sim.

Eclipse. Oh my god, I loved and still love Eclipse.

When I saw her again I wished I still had her so I could give her a make over.

I don't have her, but that doesn't mean I can't make her again in my currently style.

Maybe, maybe I'll remake a couple of my older sims.

Not including Foxglove and Lilac (whom I don't think I named back then) they have already been done. Perks of Lilac being a based on a favorite OC of mine and Fox being accidently? paired with her.

[silka73]

maybe some razor x male deaf reader? I’m deaf myself, needa have some rep for me

Sorry if this isn’t the best, I’m not very experienced with writing deaf readers <33

also this is gonna be more of headcannons than a actual story, if I can think of one that fits I will get it out

DIFFERENCES & PREFERENCES ——————————————————————————|

• People already found razor strange but your whole relationship with him was another thing for people to blabber about.

• Razor wasn’t to fond of speaking English as he was almost completely raised by wolves and not humans so he honestly preferred speaking ASL.

• One of your favorite things to do with him was watch thunder storms or just the rain in general. You couldn’t hear the thunder or lightning but you could feel the vibrations depending on how close or far it was. Razor was sort of scared of thunder but as long as you were there he would sit through it with you if it meant you got to spend time together. • You two still had a lot to learn in terms of relationships and just age in general but you promised to get through as much as you could together.

• Though you weren’t too good at it, you’d often try to help razor hunt or just find things as simple as mushrooms or berries for food.

• Something you also enjoyed to do with razor was fall asleep staring at the stars from your bedroom. You’d often cuddle whilst doing so.

• Being in a relationship with razor was sometimes confusing sometimes but you’d get through it, making sure you could be the best boyfriend as possible.

Even with all the struggles you two faced, as long as you had each other that’s all that mattered.

[prof-oleander]

Should I give Chocolate to my Chinchou?

No, you shouldn't.

Unless it's a type of chocolate made with Occa Berry - whose flavour when properly prepared could result in something similar to chocolate - or specially formulated for Pokémon.

To not go into scientific blabber, chocolate contains some natural chemicals that usually do not create any reactions in humans (unless there are other factors involved) but combined are highly toxic for Pokémons.

…well, for most of them. The Grimer, Trubbish and Gulpin lines shouldn't have problems if they eat chocolate. Gulpin line can digest almost anything and their body should be able to break down the chemicals to avoid any health issues. Grimer and Trubbish line feed on various types of waste so even here there wouldn't be a problem for them to digest and assimilate properly the chocolate and avoid the negative effects of its chemicals. Koffing line is another one that could handle well the chemicals in chocolate. All of these lines are either known for being able to digest most things or being able to feed on "dangerous" materials like rubbish and even chemical waste.

But- there's also to keep in mind the high concentration of sugars in chocolate…probably only Slurpuff and Milcery lines could be able to handle all that sugar…

Personally, I'd suggest opting for getting Chocolate specific for Pokémons, whether it's a pokémon that can digest anything or not. Better safe than sorry, especially with health-related things!

[gentlenekomata]

faith or disbelief? | Sakura & Takumi

Valentians claim that saints well-versed in faith magic are able to traverse through even poisonous swamps and deadly terrain unaffected. Hoping to help train themselves and others to gain a similar immunity, a few zealous students have taken to covering hallway floors with all sorts of obstacles— pathways made of the hottest fires, routes made of the coldest ice, and lanes full of tiny toys with protruding parts! Kick off your shoes and try your luck! …or be the poor sap who has to clean it up. [Grants Faith +1]

@prince-pineapple​  

It was almost noon, a warm sun was lighting up the day as the petite priestess was making her way toward to canteen, already foretasting the delicious meal that awaited for her: a pheasant roast with berry sauce, probably one of her favourite dish among the large selection that the generous cook offered everyday to each students, teachers and any other person who set foot inside the canteen –he’s a really charitable chef, no doubts about it. Approaching the building from the side of the dock, the auburn-haired girl made a quick check at the little pier – she likes feeding fishes –, as well as a swift stop at the greenhouse, where she had left some violet and lavender to grow. Everything seemed in order, time to finally have lunch with someone! Not just any one, though, but her beloved brother Takumi.

Can’t wait to see him and my food!

She exited from the small glass building in a good mood, singing and smiling at everyone and she headed toward the main structure, where the entrance of the cafeteria was. But, as soon as she approached the canteen, she noticed a large crowd of people blocking the entrance, blabbering something about a challenge of some sort. Curious meeting so many people at this hour, she thought as she walked through the multitude, trying to get ahead of this riddle, listening and observing the peculiar event.

“It’s easy, right? You just have to walk on it!”

“Don’t you dare pushing me on this terrain!”

“Come on, prove your faith!”

Wait— have they said… f a i t h ?

Sakura stumbled on her thoughts as she wondered about the challenge, pondering about anything that might have something to do with saints and faith: she didn’t really recall anything like this sort of task in her training, so what could possibly is this? The more she thought, the more she entangled herself in difficult speculations, until she eventually found a familiar face approaching her, hand touching hers as to recover her from trance.

“Takumi!!” she said in bewilderment, lips curling in a gentle smile, “You’re here, thank to our Goddess.” she sighed, regaining control of her mind. “Have you seen these students?” she pointed out, golden eyes scanning the surroundings and especially, the floor of the room.

“Are you here to prove your faith too?” she recalled one of the last sentences she heard from one of the students, a giggled leaked from her rosy lips as she actually kind of amuse herself in seeing this strange happening.

[seapopsworld]

Ultra Sound:

As I pace

Through the day

Pacing and rocking

My way

To hold

My bladder of

Fluid

Full

For my

Scan

Cause

It’s been

Tuff to pee

Man.

Probably dehydrated

But man I’d like to

To take

One now

Cause I got to go

Hopefully

Soon

Oh nice

Here we go

No pun

Intended

Got the ultra

Sound

From Alexis

She is

Like the best

Yes

I’m not going to

Guess

Or assume

But

Man

I am smaller

Then

A penis envy

Shroom

And well

If

All goes wrong

Then

Ding dong

So long

If all is well

That’s

Fucking

Swell

Hopefully I can

Grow

Cause

That’s

How I be

Not a showerrr

But a grower

I should be

Growing

Mushrooms

N weed

Maybe

That’s what I’ll do

When

I get my own

Damn place

Doubtful cause

I’m no farmer

But

Green is my

Color

Its

A

Go!!!

As my old doctor

Said

We got to get the

Ball rolling

Now

may be different

Let’s wait

and see

Oh

Pees

Got emptied

With some pain

Some push

Ain’t it fun

To be me!

Uhhh no

It’s

That ultra

Sound

Now why

You in the wrong head

Get on down

And

Make

Daddy proud

Suck my

One ball wonder

My one nut

Speaking

All 10-4

Ranger dick

Suck it!

See so sick

Bad brains

Bad balls

Bad old man

Dirty

Scrotum

From umm

The heated gel

Damn wish

My lube was like

That

Every time

I spanked it

Wonder if that’s

The cause

Of these issues

Doing the norm

May be

Dangerous

And wrong

For mugging

Buh huh!

Oh

That

Ultra

Sound

Let me cum

On yeah

Before

I do on this

I

Eye

Phone

Dirty Tricks

And little

Shits

Got no

Men

Mentally sane

Thinking in my brain

My head is correct

Horny is

Just how it be.

That

Ultra

Sound

I don’t know what to say anymore

So like the pee

I flush

Wash

Dry

Good bye!

That ultra

Sound

Blatter

Blabber

mouth

Oral

Fix

Not

Yet

Just

That

Ultra

Sound

Click

Click

Am I

Again sick

I

Had two

Down to one

Ohhh

That ultra

Sound

No alien

Baby

Inside

Damn

How am

I

Going to explain

I’m half a dude

And

If I lose two

Then

I’m going

Scream

I’m wo

Man

Now

Oh that

Ultra

Sound

Let’s hit the dance

Floor

And Let

That

One nut

Bounce around

Till they

Again

Come

For your

Family jewels

It’s a rob

Berry

Little

Itzy

Bitzy

Oval

Thing

That

Now must

Roll

Like the mouse

Of

The ultra

Sound

©️

Sea

Pop 2024

[spiderluvbot]

🖇 LOVER ! roronoa zoro.

pairing — opla!zoro x fem!reader. summary — a stop at a celebrating island brings zoro a much needed chance for quality time. genre — pure fluff. notes — i'm writing again and i'm currently obsessing over black cat x golden retriever relationships. warnings — cursing, fluff that makes me jealous, moody zoro, no y/n mention, using the words laugh and kiss excessively because i don't know how to write. word count — 2027.

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

it was beyond zoro's comprehension why anyone would prefer to walk around an overcrowded street the entire day, especially when he could have spent it sleeping in the solitude of his room. still, he had begrudgingly followed after you once the cook implied how much fun the two of you could have without him.

they had found the small island after days of luffy complaining, with excuses of eating out to give sanji a break —in reality, he just wanted ice cream— he finally managed to convince nami. the ship docked in the early morning as the sun warmed their tan skin and the breeze ran through their bodies, carrying ussop's blabber about shops and people he had met the many times he allegedly came to the place.

the street market they had dragged him into was full of people, all smiling and conversing with one another about some dumb spring festival. zoro walked with crossed arms, his bored steps leaving him behind and allowing him to keep an eye on everyone and look out for any suspicious behavior. the locals that passed by eyed the swords warily and tried to keep as far away from him as possible in the crowded street, cowering away from his towering form.

he didn't pay too much attention to them once he discarded them as a threat, his eyes lingered on you running around with luffy and checking a fruit stall, paying the woman for a few strawberries and then turning around to pay again after your captain stuffed his mouth with grapes.

after making sure to give luffy some berries to pay for anything else he may eat you walked with quick and excited steps, making your way to him through the sea of people pretending they weren't looking at you as if you were insane for approaching him so freely.

"open up!"

if there was anything zoro was sure about, it was that the smile you were giving him could outshine the sun itself, and so no matter how fed up with this stupid island he was he couldn't help but smile back and accept the small fruit you were holding against his lips. suddenly it seemed far less appealing to be back at the going merry when instead he could look at you wander around, eyes going from trinket to trinket while you tried to find the perfect gift for each of your friends.

"so, i got sanji some new kitchen knives and a tie, and i saw a vest for luffy but i don't want him to see me buying... you're not paying attention to me, are you?"

"i got distracted." his feet carried him closer, hands sliding to your waist and sending shivers down your spine.

no matter how against public displays of affection he was, his brain kept telling him to kiss you. ussop's smug face, on the other hand, told him to go up to him and smack the back of his head.

"come on lovebirds, i wanna get something for kaya and nami's killing me!"

nami's offended face brought yet another smile to your face and you left his arms laughing as you pulled ussop towards an old lady's jewelry stall while assuring her about her exceptional taste in gifts.

soon enough luffy had left the fruit behind, leading the group to an old but cozy looking restaurant. the group stared at the small table in front of them, which seemed barely big enough for four people, and started to squeeze themselves in the leather booth. after a few seconds of consideration, zoro shoved ussop towards the middle and took his swords off placing them against the seat, turning to grab you and sit you next to him only to find you already between sanji and nami.

luffy eagerly pushed him into the seat and took the place he had cleared for you, kicking his swords to the floor in the process and practically jumping over him to grab the menu.

"what's with the grumpy face, zoro? look at all the things we can eat, this is great!"

he had to spend the next hour in a place that didn't sell alcohol, squished like a bug, being elbowed by luffy every five seconds, and watching you laugh at sanji's stupid comments about the food. this was not, in fact, great.

the locals were already pulling things away by the time they left, so they finally decided to bring him some peace and go back to the going merry. as the sun went down and the ship came into view, zoro let out a relieved sigh, he could already picture a comfortable night spent in his hammock with you in his arms (after minutes of pretending he wants to sleep alone, of course). that nice thought shattered immediately once you walked right past him and into nami's room.

"i assume you're getting changed." the cook stood against the kitchen door with a cigarette in his hand. he looked him up and down in disgust and took a long drag before blowing the smoke in zoro's face. "you should, for your girl."

"why would i get changed?" he took the stick from the blond and threw it towards the sand. sanji simply pulled another one from his pocket.

"for the festival." he spoke with the cigarette between his lips as if it was obvious as he searched his pockets for a lighter.

"yeah, i'm not going to that. not gonna spend my night around a bunch of idiots who think they have to praise the moon or whatever." zoro walked towards the kitchen, making sure his shoulder bumped against the annoying man.

"yes you are." sanji turned to look at him, a smirk on his face. zoro frowned before hearing the faint sound of you and nami laughing.

his eyes closed and his head fell back. he felt sanji pat his shoulder before walking away, snickering between drags of the new cigarette.

the beach was littered with tents, fairy lights hanging and illuminating the coast, a band occupied an impromptu stage from where they played for the people dancing around. your voice brought zoro's attention back to the ship, from where he saw you coming down with nami.

wrapped in bright pink fabric, you walked into the festival excitedly, staring at everything in wonder. you made eye contact with zoro and tried to reach him before being pulled away by luffy and nami. you look back at him, trying to look apologetic as you reach the dancefloor, and mouth an apology to zorro before being carried away, getting lost in the multitude.

he considers going after you for a while, but you look happy in the small glimpses he can catch of you. it's rare for the crew to be able to relax and have fun for so long, so he can wait for a night.

hour after hour, zoro stares at you from his seat at a table near the tents, watching people, especially luffy, come and go for food. the sky starts to turn completely black as the crowd starts to decrease. the noise is starting to become too much for him, between the loud instruments and sanji's annoying voice as he explains to ussop the cooking methods for the food next to them, he can feel his head starting to pound.

he lets out a deep exhale, grabbing his drink and walking back to the ship.

the music reaches him even here, accompanying him and his bottle as he leans against the rails. you find him in the dark, alone and slightly drunk, and your eyes focus on the tensed muscles of his back.

zoro knows the sound of your steps like he knows every detail of the wado ichimonji, so he doesn't react with more than a sigh to the creaking floor, preparing himself for the conversation you're about to have.

he feels the warmth of your hands traveling through the expanse of his back, smoothing the fabric as you bring them forward, he feels your body press against his and leans back, eyes closed as he feels himself relax.

"you're missing the party." your voice cuts through the silence, accompanied by the soft tunes of strings and a happy town.

"celebrating isn't really my thing." his words come out gruff, and he soothes the hoarseness with a long sip. he's hoping you won't say anything else, but zoro knows you and he knows you won't accept that for an answer.

"but a good bottle of sake is, you usually show up for that. tell me what's wrong." you twisted him around, finally getting him to look at your worried face. his only response was to lift the bottle in his hand, but he knew it wouldn't be enough.

"why did you leave?"

"i didn't know i would have to share my girlfriend so much."

a big grin plastered over your face.

"you just called me your girlfriend."

"that's what you are." despite his monotone voice zoro's eyes averted towards the sea and his thumb started to lightly tap the bottle. "isn't it?"

he focuses on the townspeople. they seem so unworried, dancing without a care in the world, laughing around and enjoying the place they call home. he takes a swig of the bottle before turning around.

his face looks bored and expectant, but still you recognize the small twitch on his tensing jaw.

"i am." you wrap your arms around his neck and press a chaste kiss against his lips. "it's just that it's the first time i hear you say it."

your relationship with zoro was fairly new. a slip of his tongue after you got hurt the last time the marines found the crew and things had sort of changed. no one had said or done anything, but everyone pretended that you suddenly grabbing zoro's hand or kissing his cheek in passing wasn't new at all.

"okay, so... let me get this straight. you got mad because i wasn't spending time with you and instead of talking to me you're here all brooding?"

"i'm not brooding."

"yeah, right." you stare at him with a bored expression as your fingers start playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"i'm not. i'm pondering."

"pondering what?"

"whether i like our friends enough to not kill them."

he watches you giggle and smiles, focusing on your lips and the burgundy color that covers them. he frowns at the tone before looking up with raised eyebrows.

"that's a new lipstick."

you laugh again and he feels his heart try to jump out of his chest.

"how do you know?"

"you don't wear colors this dark." he says it as if it was the most obvious thing in the whole world, and you softly smile.

"you know, nami helped me choose it. she said you would like it."

zoro rolled his eyes and took another sip from the bottle.

"you listen to girl advice from nami now?"

you rolled your eyes and pulled him closer, looking up to him with a smile.

"do you like it or not?"

zoro hummed, smiling as he stared at your lips.

"oh, i like it." he smirks before leaning down, pecking your lips again. the color stains his lips as he pulls back, and you smile before kissing his cheek, right under his eye. zoro grins at you and you place another kiss on his other cheek, right on top of his dimples.

placing the bottle on top of the rails, he grabs your hips and starts slowly swinging you at the rhythm of the music as you place yet another kiss on his face, and another, and another, and another.

the two of you come closer with each kiss, caressing each other between laughs. you press your forehead against his and he lifts a hand, gently grabbing your chin before his lips meet yours once again, slower this time.

he pushes you backwards, until your back is hitting the rails, and presses his body against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth and pushing your head back to deepen the kiss as his fingers caress your face.

"hey, zoro!" luffy's voice pulls you apart and you look down to find the crew staring at you with smirks on their faces. "stop hovering her!"

he stares at you, smiling, before showing luffy his middle finger, ignoring your yelps of surprise and the taunting comments from your friends as picks you up and carries you to his room.

[call-me-as-you-want]

9, 10, 20, 24, 27, 29, 30

*stay always happy and healthy..& take care of yourself ladybird* 🐞🤏✨

Thank you for so many asks Mr.dherry-cherry-berry-jerry.✨yeh lo 🌻 sunflower

.9. What calms you down?Mostly it's just like I am calm on the outside but to calm down the storm on the inside , I just need to detach myself from everything and literally just talk to myself in my head or maybe jam to music infront of the mirror.

10.whats something you are excited for?It will sound extremely dramatic coming from a 17 yr old but as of now , there is no excitement in this individuals life

.20.what do you want the most in this world right now !?Yeh bhi Boht intellectual sound kre ga but I don't know recently the world seems to be extremely gloomy and there's a weird sadness everywhere or maybe it's just the month , but I want the world , the people to be kind and happy . And my exams to go well 😝

24.whats something you do to de stress ?? SLEEEPPPPPP - DUHHHH!!!AND MAKE MYSELF A GARAM chai ki piyali YAN COLD COFFEE !!UFFFF✨✨🤧.

27.which character would you want to be ? There are many like imran from zindagi nah milegi dubara , arjun from kapoor and sons , jug from dear zindagi .. why is it the male characters only but anyways maybe I just wanna live a poetic life .. HAR LAMHEIN MEIN TAPKE SHAYARI ..... (puri karenge yeh line ik dinn);)

29.mornings , afternoons , nights .I don't know it's difficult . Maybe nights. Yeah the solitude and the beautiful memories . Everything strikes differently during the dark hours.

30.what reminds you of home?There are so many things ; My previous school ,like it was a second home for almost a decade . I don't know why I love it so much . Visiting through your diaries. The memories make you feel home .songs . A particular feeling .

I GUESS I AM DONE BLABBERING .

[kriskalutz]

Blue Belle: ...Is that it?

...Its Rocky alright but... It doesn't look like Slam Jam's urn at all.

Blue Belle: Right. It looks more like a sim urn rather than a pet one.

This is getting weirder every second.

Blue Belle: Hi Berry. I'm so sorry about what happened.

Berry: Its so awful! We've been here for so long with no issues and now... now... *cries*

Blue Belle: Kris wants to borrow Rocky's grave to see what's going on.

Berry: ...Who?

Oh right. Kevin was the first to ask my name... He never mentioned it to you guys?

Berry: ...The voice wants to borrow Rocky's grave. The annoying, blabbering thing that only follows around people in the Legacy House. That thing wants Rocky's grave.

Hey first off I'm not a 'thing'. And second I can do a lot more than blabber and annoy people.

I have a few ideas about what might have caused Rocky to die, but in order to figure it out I need to bring Rocky's urn back to Legacy House.

Berry: ...You're going to experiment on him?

Its nothing that'll cause him to disappear forever. In fact if I can figure out what's going on, I could even bring him back to life.

Blue Belle: ...You can do that?

I don't know how 'easy' it'll be to pull off. But I've got a couple of ideas on how to make it work. Either way he has to come back to Windenburg with us in order for me to do anything.

Berry: If it means Rocky comes back, I'm all for it! I don't know what I'd do without my little Rocky!

I understand completely. I'll do what I can to fix this.

[robertjamesberry]

Warlock

A real poet never blabbers about his work

maybe he reads his verses to his cat

who finds them one gigantic yawn. A real writer

is unconcerned about publication and other ego trips

he simply magics his words a warlock absorbed in his craft

they flicker briefly they are filed they are forgotten.

Robert James Berry

[goldbricker-ramsey]

(( @berrys-blabbering Legit I think they just kinda sneak up behind me, whack me over the head with a bat, and then I wake up with a new OC sitting in my lap. Also I don’t control the OC. They control me.))

[rottaro]

casually plans out pin ideas even though i’ve never made a goddamn pin

this really looks like clip art though ngl

[muffindaddystyles]

Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”