#but i think balloon dogs are precious

[ritzy-biscuit]

Not Balloon Dog 😭

Wait...what's that I hear in the distanc-

🎶"KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE"🎶

[puck-luck]

horror movies & puppy dog eyes | nico hischier

warnings: use of y/n, oral (m receiving), use of pet names, telling your crush/roommate you like them (very scary, but it goes well here!), begging (ish? Nico is giving sub in this), spelling of cum as come because i think "cum" looks ugly pairing: nico hischier x reader summary: the one when you and nico get a little too close on the couch, the tension between you finally breaks and you tell (& show) each other how you feel. wc: 2511

You’d known Nico for years, having met him while out for a jog back in the preseason of his rookie year for the Devils. It was one of those serendipitous moments when you were in a rare fitness mood and you happened to bump into a cute boy in one of the parks about a mile away from your apartment. You’d stopped running by then and slowed your pace to enjoy the scenery from a bench to catch your breath. Nico, being the precious angel he is, had stumbled and almost fallen right in front of you. You laughed, he blushed, you introduced yourself, and he gave you his number by the end of the conversation. 

You two hadn’t become friends right away, considering how busy he was with his rookie year. They made the playoffs that year, but lost early on. It was the postseason after Nico’s rookie year when you two got close, hanging out when he was in Jersey and texting and calling each other when he wasn’t. When you told him you were looking for a new place to live because you were tired of your old roommate, he offered you his spare bedroom. It was in that apartment that you started watching the Devils because of Nico and it became a habit. You liked that you could talk to him about his game and he would explain things to you that you didn’t understand. 

When he was named captain in 2021, things started to change between you two. It was the first time that the line started to blur between friendship and romance. You had popped a bottle of champagne as he walked through the door, you’d hung streamers from the ceiling, and you’d blown up a few balloons that were littered along the entryway. Nico was tired and you could tell, but when he saw you cheering for him with an overflowing bottle of champagne, he’d never felt so alive. The thing is, even as big of a rush as it was, you and Nico ended up cuddling on the couch into the early morning. He had a game in Washington the next day, which they lost, probably in part because of how late you had kept him up. You both knew better, but with Nico’s head on your chest and your fingers in his hair, it was too comfortable to move. You two fell asleep right there and woke up entangled. Even now, years later, that night leaves butterflies in your stomach.

You had never acted on your feelings for Nico and he had never made any move on you. After living together for almost five years, you two had fallen into an easy routine and romance would only mess that up.

Sometimes, though, like today, it was really hard to keep yourself off of Nico.

His eyes were just so brown today, his hair was falling in his eyes just right, his dimples were showing when he smiled (with his pearly whites!) at you, his accent was peeking out more than you were used to, and you only noticed all of this once you had stumbled into the kitchen for coffee and he had returned from his early workout. He was all sweaty and muscular and you were staring, of course you were. Look at him. You couldn’t help it. 

You weren’t the only one, to be fair. When you had stumbled into the kitchen rubbing sleep out of your eyes, you were wearing one of Nico’s old shirts and your underwear. He was used to it, but the shirt had his number on the shoulder, and something squeezed at his heart when he saw you walking around with his number on, like you were really his. The sleepy smile you gave him after he sat you down at the counter and poured coffee for you was like a gift, too.

“What are you up to today?” Nico asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee as well. He blew on the hot surface of the liquid before taking a sip and burned his tongue anyway, but shook it off.

You hummed, shrugging noncommittally. “I’m working from home today, then we can hang out. Watch a movie?”

“Movie would be nice,” Nico replies. “Anything you’d like to see?”

“You pick,” you tell him. “I’m going to go hole up in my room for a bit. I’ll see you over work, okay? Take a break around noon for lunch. Will you be here?”

“I’m going to the rink in an hour or so. I’m meeting with some of the guys to run some extra drills and watch film. I’ll have whatever they have in catering.”

“Okay.” You hop down from your seat at the counter, walk around to grab a granola bar from the cabinet behind Nico. He places a hand on your other arm as you reach around him out of instinct, not intent, but he purposefully lets it linger a second longer than necessary. You press your lips together to keep any noise you might make inside of you and pull away. 

“Later?” Nico asks again, voice soft. His eyes are imploring and, if you’re not mistaken, a little heated.

The spot where his hand had rested almost burns with the lack of touch. “Later,” you agree, and because he’s not the only one that can make someone feel like they’re burning up, you lean up and brush your lips over his cheek.

It leaves a small smile on his face and you don’t look back as you walk away.

After work, Nico cooks dinner for the two of you and you settle on the couch, rubbing your eyes out of exhaustion. You’d been staring at your computer screen all day, ironing out details of the latest project your boss had assigned you. It was tiresome and your eyes felt like they had been way overworked. It’s only a matter of time after this movie starts that you fall asleep.

Nico presents you with your plate and set his own on the coffee table, heading back to the kitchen to fetch your drinks. You weren’t overindulging, but Nico had picked out a red wine that paired nicely with the meal he had prepared, and you were always down for a drink and a movie. 

Unfortunately, it was like Nico had something out for you, because he decided he wanted to watch a horror movie tonight. You were bundled up on the couch, eating your food, when he turned on a movie he knew you wouldn’t like, but you had told him he could choose… so you were stuck with it. 

It was more of a psychological horror than one that relied on cheap scares and you really tried not to pay attention because you knew the movie would freak you out if you let it. Instead, you decide to focus on Nico.

He's barely reacting to the horror movie, just watching it with a straight face that occasionally turns inquisitive. His hand rests on the back of the couch behind you, so close to being around you. You're just so aware of him at all times. His presence is so commanding. You bite the inside of your cheek as you sneak a glance at him, focusing on the skin of his thigh that is revealed by his gym shorts. 

He catches you staring once you didn’t jump at one of the very few scares in the movie. 

“What are you looking at?” Nico asks, bringing his arm down to wipe at his thigh, assuming he had dropped some crumbs on it or something and not noticed.

You shake yourself out of it. “Zoned out, I guess.”

Nico cuts his eyes at you, but lets it go.

After a few more minutes, you find your eyes drifting back to Nico’s lower half. He shifts down on the couch and rests one of his heels on the coffee table, the other still on the floor. His legs were spread deliciously wide in typical man behavior and normally you’d roll your eyes, but something about it today made your stomach turn. Your eyes grow wider when Nico reaches around and puts his arm around your shoulders instead of the back of the couch. 

“You okay?” He asks, pulling you closer to his side and giving you a little squeeze.

“Distracted,” you reply. You rub at your eyes for emphasis. “Tired.”

“Poor girl.” Nico rubs your arm and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Just give me a hug,” you say softly, cozying up to him. You wrap your arms around his middle and rest your head right on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, strong and solid. You close your eyes and focus on that, the beat of it tiring you and lulling you into that weird in-between state of not-quite consciousness and not-quite sleep. Nico’s arm is solid around you and he smells good, manly.

You sigh, throwing a leg over his thigh. He places his other hand on the curve of your knee and pulls your leg higher. 

“Y/N,” Nico murmurs quietly. 

“Nico,” you reply in the same tone, opening your eyes and looking up at him.

He looks tormented.

You push back from him, but he keeps a harsh grip on your thigh to keep you from getting any distance from him. “What?” You demand, hands on his chest. The concern on your face leaks into your voice. “Are you okay?”

“No,” he whispers.

“What? What’s wrong?” You squirm away from him. “Did I do something?”

This time, Nico stays silent for just a moment too long. You look over him, trying to get some clue as to why you’ve upset him. His hands are resting on his lap and you’ve seen this move before, so your eyes linger before you look up at him.

His cheeks and the tips of his ears are burning red. “I’m sorry.” The words rush out of him in one fell swoop. “I know we’re just friends, I just didn’t mean…”

“Nico,” you interrupt, but can’t find any other words. You stare at each other, nothing but the stillness of your breath between you.

“Please.” He deflates as the word leaves him. 

“Nico,” you repeat. You shift closer to him and move his hands from his lap, getting an eyeful of his bulge. When your eyes return to his face, he’s blushing even more than before, but his expression is less grave. It’s more hopeful.

“Is this…?” He asks, reaching out to touch you, but pulling back at the last second.

“Yes,” you answer, settling yourself in his lap and leaning in until your lips just barely brush against his. “If you want it.”

His breath catches. “Need it,” he admits, voice breaking. “Needed you since– God, forever.”

“Me too.”

His eyes search your face, brown and bright and pure, and he leans forward that last millimeter until you’re kissing. His lips slide over yours softly, like he’s mapping out every curve and memorizing it in case he never gets the chance to kiss you again.

You pull away and kiss over his features– a kiss to his nose, to his temples, to his forehead, to his cheeks, his eyebrows, the corners of his lips. When you sink lower to his jaw, feeling the stubble against your skin, it’s like the dam breaks.

“Thought about this so much, all the time,” Nico admits, breathless as you continue to kiss him and grind down slowly on his lap. His hands find your ass and he clutches at you. “Dreamt of it.”

“What did you dream about?” You mumble against his Adam’s apple, running your hands along the ridges of his abs. “Tell me, Neeks.”

“Fucked my hand so many times thinking about your mouth, Y/N,” he says. “Worried you’d hear me saying your name from across the hall.”

“I wish I had,” you slide off the couch until you’re between his thighs. You rub over the downy hair on his thighs, the same hair that caught your attention tonight in the first place. “I would’ve come over and shown you that the real thing was better than your imagination.”

He lets out a loud moan at that, reaching down to brush your hair out of your face. He looks down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. His puppy-dog eyes never leave you, as if he’s worried you’ll disappear if he blinks for a second. He lifts his hips and you shimmy his shorts and boxers down at the same time to reveal his cock. 

Your hand circles the base of his length and you take the tip in your mouth, sucking lightly until his hips buck up with pleasure. You pull off and kiss his slit, licking the precum up when it bubbles out. His cock jumps when you trace the vein on the underside with the tip of your tongue and cup his balls. 

You blink up at him and bite your bottom lip coyly. “Tastes good, Neek.”

“Baby,” he whimpers. He lifts his hips. “Don’t tease.”

“Sorry, love,” you apologize. “Let me make you feel good.”

You lower your mouth onto his cock again, bobbing your head and working the bit that you can’t fit into his mouth. He tries to keep himself still, but he can only do so much until he’s bucking up into your mouth and chasing his orgasm like a man starved. You let him thrust up, loving the sounds he’s making. 

He moans and whines the way you imagined he would, still in the habit of trying to keep quiet so that he doesn’t alarm his roommate. You’ll tell him after that it’s okay, especially now that you know how he feels and he knows how you feel. You’ll talk about it more after, you know you will, but right now, you just want to make him come.

You pull off and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping him at a fast pace. “Gonna come, Nico?”

“Uh huh,” he groans, his hips stuttering as it becomes too much for him. “Y/N, I–” He cuts himself off with a strangled moan as he shoots off, his seed spilling over your hand and onto his stomach. 

You let him breathe for a minute, catch his breath. When he opens his eyes, he catches you licking the come off your hand. His cock gives a halfhearted twitch, but he can’t go again quite yet. Plus, his mind is turning with all the ways he imagined getting you off. He had dreamt of so many things he could do to you, but his favorite fantasy involved repaying the favor: getting his mouth on you.

Nico pulls you up from where you sit and lays you down on the couch, spreading your legs. “I love you,” he whispers and presses a kiss to your thigh. “Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you, Nico.”

notes: here we go again, readers. in my own personal headcanon, nico is just a sweetie pie who needs some lovin from his girl (my man, my man, thank you to my man). once again, blessings to @johncena2020 for reading the fic before it was posted on her lunch break & helping me with a title. ONCE AGAIN, thank you to wheelofnames.com for picking which boy i wrote about today. originally, you chose trevor (i can't blame you), but two trevs in one day is wild for a new blog. waiting for the day the spinner wheel chooses quinn and i indulge in writing some of my favorite things (to be revealed). also, where are all the new fics? what am i supposed to read during my 9-5? the stuff i've already read? blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. loving you guys. xo! <3

[adelheidvonschicksal]

JJK crew with Fem Reader that visits their S/O’s home for the first time and meets their S/O’s cute puppy or kitten! If you choose puppy, could you please make it a Golden Retriever? If not, then a kitten’s small meows could pierce your heart!

Yuuji + Puppy

Itadori adores animals especially dogs. He’d always pet the neighbor’s dog to and from school before coming to Jujutsu Tech. He wanted a dog himself; but between his granddad’s bad-temperedness and their financial situation, it was out of the question.

When you finally tell him you have a puppy, he absolutely can’t wait to see it. He also figures you won’t be mean like Megumi either and get mad at him for petting the puppy for a few minutes…or an hour.

Watching him coo over the pup and play fetch, it’s almost like having equally excitable puppies. It takes a gentle reminder to get him serious about the real reason you’re here to visit, which is to meet your parents.

He immediately straightens up but ends up cracking for one more pet. How can he resist when those big brown eyes are watching him and his bright golden tail is thumping happily against the floor.

Megumi + Kitten

Megumi constantly repeats to you how he isn’t really a cat person despite being a fan of animals in general and despite you teasing him about how he apparently “behaves like a cat”. Nonetheless, you reassure him that your cat will definitely be his type.

He listens as you go on about your sweet fluffball of a kitten. You tell him you’ve been taking care of her since you found her as a fresh baby almost four weeks ago. She’s a pure white powder puff with big blue eyes and the most adorable meow that will melt his grumpy heart. Megumi doubts it but not for long when he finally meets your kitten.

She’s too precious, old enough to get around on her own and hold her tail up but still young enough to waddle everywhere, tiny legs hindered by a warm water balloon of a belly, causing her to occasionally take tiny stumbles toward him as she meowed for human attention and pets.

Megumi doesn’t think he’s ever met a cat this friendly, or one that fits and cradles so perfectly in his open hands. You’re trying your hardest to resist the urge to tease him as he offers to help you feed the kitten her bottle.

What you can’t resist is sending a picture in the group chat of Megumi and you kitten snuggled up asleep on the couch together with the caption: ebony and ivory.

 Gojo + Puppy

This man gets so excited around animals. Like Itadori, he wasn’t really allowed to have many pets growing up aside from some koi fish in the pond at the estate, which while pretty could get boring.

At first, your puppy doesn’t really like him. A tall, loud guy like him easily sends the puppy into a barking frenzy between angry and terrified. You’re sure Gojo was offended the first time the puppy rejected him, a huffy pout on his face as the dog avoided him.

He becomes a bit more playful once he accepts that the puppy probably won’t warm up to him, always teasing the pup whenever he snaps tiny teeth at him. “Oho, you think you can take on the strongest?” he remarks and goes in for the pet.

Sometimes you wonder if Gojo might actually dislike the puppy when the two get into competition for your attention, but he shrugs it off. “At least I don’t have to worry about you living alone,” he reassures you with a trademark laugh. “Hell, he’s almost as tough as Megumi’s dogs, you should let me take him out in the field.”

After that, you come to realize that Satoru might actually enjoy getting chased around by your puppy, and it isn’t long until you accept that this is how they seem to bond especially as your puppy gets older and starts to become more familiar with Satoru to the point that you think in a strange way that he likes the man more than you.

It especially becomes clear when Satoru spends the night and your big dog – no longer a puppy – decides to sleep in bed right at his feet, making you pout.

When he sticks his tongue out at you and calls you jealous, you decide that his shoulder looks really slap-able.   

Choso + Kitten

Choso is staring at your kitty with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen on the man. You hold the sweet little gray and white tabby closer to his face, a smile a mile wide as you introduce your family member, expecting for him to return your excitement. Instead he asks, “What is it?”

“It’s a kitten,” you tell him, and he scrunches his face at the little feline with deeper interest.

It dawns on you that this may be the first time he’s ever seen one of the creatures, and you decide that he needs a crash course on pets. You quickly explain to him about cats and why people like animal companions in general. However, it isn’t until your cat reaches out, places the first little paw on Choso’s cheek, and mewls that it really sinks in to him. Smiling approvingly at the action, he takes the kitten from you.

He sits on the couch with your pet, scratching behind her ears and gently squishing her cute little pink paw pads while you head to the kitchen to make drinks. Just when you’re almost done, you hear a call of your name from the other room. You quickly come back to check on the two and notice him looking worried and plain STRESSED, like he did something wrong.

“She made a noise at me,” he explains.

“What kind of noise?”

You step closer and carefully pat the kitten’s head. She immediately stretches out and starts to vibrate and grumble with content.

“That noise.”

Chuckling, you explain. “She’s purring. It means she likes you a lot!”

“I see,” he says, relaxing with your explanation. His smile returns as he gently returns to stroking the kitten’s head with an affection you’ve only seen saved for yourself and his brother. “Purring would be too much for me to do but I like you a lot too.”

[cloudshuffle]

a new dawn. yan!childe

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You rise from a deep, dreamless slumber, tangled up in soft sheets and insistent hands. Ajax’s chest rises and falls gently, ginger lashes shut over his blue eyes, cradling you to him like his most precious treasure.

Asleep, he looks more like a boy in need of affection than a warrior.

The moon is still suspended in the sky, a silver balloon ready to burst. A glance at the clock tells you that you’ve only been asleep for about an hour. Enough time to sneak back into the cabin and pretend you've been there all night.

You begin to negotiate your way carefully out of his hold. With the alcohol no longer sparkling in your veins, you feel nothing but a vague sense of urgency to return to your cabin before anyone else sobers up and notices you’re gone.

It’s a declaration. It was exactly the sort of lovesick, foolish fairytale he’d fall for. And though you’d both enjoyed those once upon a time, one of you had to grow up. Had grown up.

A puff of air ruffles your hair, and you look up to meet his eyes, blinking slowly.

“Going somewhere?” he mutters sleepily, snuggling you closer.

You tense up so he doesn’t get too comfortable. “Yes, actually. I should be getting back before anyone notices I’m gone.”

His gaze roves around the room, as if he didn’t recognise where he was, followed by a lazy yawn. “I can sneak you off the ship. Stay here.”

You push against him and he releases you, more out of surprise than anything else. “Ajax. Be serious.”

“I am.” His puppy-dog eyes follow you as you get out of bed, collecting your discarded clothing and pulling it on. “Please?”

“No,” you reply, more sharply than you’d meant. Adjusting your outfit in the mirror, you just pray that no one can see the creases in the darkness. Or the torn stocking. Behind you, his expression is a little hurt, but it only fills you with a grim satisfaction. Good. Whatever it took to keep him at arm’s length. “Do you have a rag?”

He sighs, climbing out of bed to find one for you. You soak it with water, wiping down the parts he’d left more than just bruises on.

He accosts you on the way to the door, nuzzling a kiss right by your ear. “You’re so eager to get rid of me.” His sleep-warmed skin is littered with scars, you realise, slashes and stabs of all shapes and sizes, some pale with age and others fresher.

A pang of guilt. “Sorry,” you whisper, and then you’re gone.

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Liyue Harbour dawns on the horizon, sprawling and golden in the morning sun. The roofs seem to glow, speaking of riches untold - but only if you knew where to look. Which was why the Tsaritsa was expanding her presence here, entrusting the task to her harbingers and soldiers.

High above, the Floating Palace looms like a sentry, guarding the city from celestial destruction. Your fellow soldiers gather at the side of the ship, watching in awe as Liyue draws closer in all its glory. Even your heart stirs at the sight.

Childe is nowhere to be seen, likely holed up in his cabin, doing last minute paperwork he hadn't had the chance to last night. 

Probably for the better. After… that, now there's a strange, ambiguous feeling in your relationship, one that had been carefully kept nonexistent during your time back in Snezhnaya. 

And like a wounded fox offered easy prey, you're not sure how he might strike out next.

There's a scramble of activity again as goods are unloaded, sailors prepare for docking, and you're all ushered off the ship like a flock of sheep rather than esteemed Fatui operatives. But finally you're on solid ground again, having arrived safely at the port of Liyue Harbour.

Nadia’s eyes are so wide you think they might roll out from her skull. You wonder what you all look like to the locals - foreign operatives here to butt into their business, dressed in heavy coats absolutely not suitable for the weather, looking around in awe like a group of schoolchildren. No wonder the Northland Bank was running into so many problems here.

Only once you’re sequestered safely within the walls of the Northland Bank do you begin to relax. Despite its golden walls and Liyue-esque decor, you’re relieved to see a Fatui mask at the front desk. She gives you all a tired once-over, then returns to her ledger.

You’ve been assigned to fieldwork - meaning tax collecting, outwardly, but also venturing out past the walls of Liyue Harbour and doing whatever Childe required of you. Knowing the Fatui, there was no such thing as simple tax collecting.

As you linger at the back of the group, following the Fatui senior on a brief tour of the bank, you think of what you’d seen in Childe’s cabin. Papers. Maps. Diagrams. Theories about… dragons in the water and adeptal magic? You couldn’t be very sure about what you’d seen.

You’re dismissed to your little offices to get settled in and start on some paperwork.

You shut the door, exhaling a sigh of relief. It’s a blessing to be alone with nothing but your thoughts. 

You head over to your window first, peering carefully outside. Your view overlooks a regular street, lined with other businesses, their employees stationed outside to entice customers in. You watch as a gentleman, his long brown hair tied back, strides meaningfully past. He glances up.

You duck back, holding your breath until he passes.

Enough excitement for today. You shake yourself and take a seat at your desk, thumbing through the various files and folders for you to handle. Most of them are about clients of the bank you need to keep an eye on, but they’re all normal, low profile civilians. You don’t think you’ll have a problem dealing with them.

At the bottom of the stack, substantially thicker than the rest, a folder waits for you. It’s bound in red string, full to bursting. You untie it gingerly and flip it open.

Papers spill out across your desk. Adepti, rituals, ancient ink on gold paper.

Talismans.

You feel like you’re holding your breath as you sift through the information. It seems as if the Fatui in Liyue had been doing extensive research on talismans infused with adepti magic - Sigils of Permission, more commonly known. Created by Rex Lapis and infused with adeptal power, these sigils were once used by mortals to channel divine power.

On the last page is a breathtaking hydra, rising from the waters of Liyue Harbour - no, created from the waters of Liyue itself, jaws fixed in a ferocious roar.

Oh, Ajax. What are you up to now?

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“What’s that?”

You wiggle aside to make room for Ajax. There’s not much room on the windowsill, but it’s just perfect for two little children about to waste the afternoon away reading fairy tales.

“Mama and Papa got me a book of Liyue legends.”

He hooks an arm through yours so neither of you slide off your seat as you flip through the stories, reading them out loud so he can keep up.

Something thuds against your window, startling both of you from a particularly riveting passage where Rex Lapis, unable to defeat his primal foe, pins Osial to the ocean floor. 

“Ghost!” someone yells from outside. “Dead girl!”

A jarring chorus of laughs as the boys ready another round of snowballs.

“Go away!” Ajax yells back, making a rude gesture, to which he receives one in turn.

“Nikolai!” One of their mothers hurries past, gathering the children up in her skirts. “Come now. It’s time for dinner…”

Her fearful, fleeting glance isn’t lost on you, as have the looks from so many other adults. They say you’d been in the water for so long that even a grown man couldn’t have withstood it. That the cold had infected you, kept you alive to spread its clutches into your village. Some of the elders even make the symbol of warding off evil whenever you come by. 

It doesn’t hurt quite as much as it should have.

— word count: 1368. thank you for reading!

[skele-bunny]

Aruuu dearessttt 💙

"Accidentally bumping into their lover and being nervous/shy so they instinctively pull away but their S/O pulls them back in." With Rulti?

Besos/p 💙

ANYTHING FOR U ILU.... Did I go off plot a lil? Maybe.....

"Where Ya' Goin'?" Swiss/Rain (No CW.)

CW - None

Tags: Rulti, fluff, suggestive content, public groping, mentioned alcohol and weed usage, Mute Rain, Trans Rain, Prequelle era!

Characters: Rain, Swiss, Misc. Ghouls.

(Divider by @ wrathofrats ! No beta)

It had been such a simple celebration of their first tour well done, the Cardinal kind enough to throw a small party for his Ghouls. The dining in the den having been decorated with streamers and balloons, even some 'cupcakes' they were called. Alcohol and food sitting comfortably with everyone. It honestly felt... Nice, especially to Rain. The water ghoul was still teetering around his new pack mates, having learned so much about them, and yet... He didn't understand why he was still so nervous around them all.

Especially, Swiss.

He was alluring, all teeth and smiles, the one to initiate most antics and conversation. For some reason, the multi just seemed to crave Rain. Always poking and prodding, curious and wanting to know more; but most information wasn't enough, not matter how much he told. Swiss could never leave him alone. It seemed in addition to Mountain bringing in his own homemade stress relief, all Rain could feel was the multi's eyes locked completely onto him.

A mean attitude and fake confidence could only save him so many times.

"—And then, next thing I know, boom! Tits! Right at the barrier. I think even the security got startled, haha!" Dewdrop rambled, leaning against Aether before bringing the blunt to his lips to inhale.

Rain laughed silently, tail thumping. "Jealous they were bigger than yours?"

"Oh go suck a cock!" Dew laughed, Aether chuckling just as much.

A soft hum left the water ghoul as he stood, "I'll politely decline and instead go steal one of those pretty jello shots."

"You're such a slut for those," Cirrus piped up as she walked past with a plate of food. "I only made so many!"

"Well you make them good!"

Moving into the kitchen around the corner, Rain's tail perked up as his eyes landed on the same multi that constantly bothered him shoving down a hot dog, eyes pink. It took Swiss a moment to process Rain was there, his own tail immediately beginning to wag, ears high.

"Rainy-poo!" He waved, picking up one of the other hot dogs he had made. "Want one?"

Eyeing the one meat (if you could even call it that) Rain didn't enjoy, his face scrunched a bit at the sour cream and relish on it. He shook his head to which Swiss shrugged and chewed it. He reached the fridge and leaned down, picking out both a red and yellow shot, jolting as the yellow shot was suddenly yanked from his old. Rain looked back to see Swiss behind him, a hand on his hip as he threw back the cup.

A low, irritated grumble came from Rain as he reached in and grabbed another, nudging Swiss' hand away as he attempted to reach again.

"Awh, don't be a hog!"

With his hands full, Rain could only hiss, nudging his head to the perfectly available cup holder that had more.

Swiss pouted, "But they're only good when they come from you!"

With a simple eye roll, Rain stood up and went to move around Swiss before his footing got stuck on the bottom of the fridge—his feet skipping as he tried to regain himself, only falling back onto Swiss. The multi held him quickly, laughing and nose scrunched all while Rain's face got warmer and his skin got goosebumps at the contact.

"You sure you need more of those, fishy?" He teased. Rain glared and stood back up, only for Swiss to touch his waist and get in front of him. "Hey, hey! Where ya goin'? Just saved you from busting your ass like you do on stage and not even a thank you for a precious little me?"

Glaring was his answer before Rain turned to the counter to put down the jello and back. "Thank you for making me trip and almost fall."

"You are so mean to me, princess." Swiss frowned, acting hurt with a hand over his heart but got closer. "Does someone need therapy with doctor Swissy?" He teased, reaching behind Rain and essentially pinning him back.

Rain's face got even hotter, only igniting his mean facade so Swiss didn't get the enjoyment of knowing Rain was flustered over it all. "Therapy? I'm certain you're not even certified to do animal walking."

Swiss simply shrugged, taking Rain's yellow shot again and tossing his head back. He sighed, putting the cup back on the counter and leaning back up. "Never know unless you try. I've been told it really helps to get all those noises out."

"Noises?"

"Mmhm," Swiss reached up, thumb gently pulling down Rain's bottom lip. "All kinds of em... But in your case, it'd be the feeling, wouldn't it?"

Dragging his hand down, Swiss rested his palm above Rain's breast, purring as he spoke again. "All those screams, cries, the begs for more... But you? You'd just have to feel all those out."

Rain just about lost his footing as Swiss squeezed him a little.

"Let me get to know you more... Let me know all these feelings we gotta work through. Obviously we have tension, no? There's only so many ways you can break a ropes strain." Swiss dipped his hand lower above Rain's belt loops to the jeans Swiss simply couldn't get enough of. "Therapy is good for the soul, after all."

The water ghoul exhaled softly, looking down to see Swiss' leg between his thighs, hand never moving as he waited for Rain's word. Which, surprisingly, came in the form of Rain opening his legs a bit more; Swiss bringing his fingers past the fabric and boxers to feel between his thighs.

Little gasps and shakes left the water ghoul, tilting his head as Swiss licked at his gills. Everything felt like it was on fire. Swiss was burning him, that had to be the case, surely? Every press and touch of his fingers sent another wave of warmth, and Rain was about to explode. His nerves shook to the core before suddenly standing straight, Swiss moving back and watching as Rain ran to his room after taking his hand away.

Standing around the corner to his room, Rain eyed Swiss who tilted his head with concern, only for a smile to reappear large and softly menacing.

"I forgot my shot. Bring it to me?"

[cerastes]

would you consider irene the krillin of the abyssal hunters for: -human-scale power next to super soldiers -helps ground the hunters by portraying somebody who like knows Enough about what's going on to not feel like a fish out of water while still playing a key role -sees a fucked up and powerful girl and decides to risk it all against: -has not gotten a robot pregnant yet

The essence is there, but not it's not a 1:1, really. Krillin is immensely powerful for a human, but ultimately lags behind the Saiyans and Piccolo when it comes to actually handling enemies of import. Basically, Krillin's entire role after the power levels balloon out of his ballpark is being a good influence and sparring partner for Gohan (I think Krillin's role as Gohan's cool uncle is severely underrated, while I'm at it) until he's matured enough and to stall the villains by getting the shit beat out of him, buying precious time so a Saiyan or Piccolo can arrive on the scene, pop him a Senzu, and then take it from there.

Irene is a very strong fighter, and one quite easy to underestimate because, fundamentally, she's surrounded absolute beasts. In this way, yeah, she's very much a Krillin. I would also say that her style of fighting, involving accurate and crippling lunges with her rapier that incapacitate the enemy to set them up for her actual deathblow, her handcannon, can be seen as A Kienzan That Actually Lands.

Now, let's look at her RI assessment:

This is consistent with what we saw in Stultifera Navis, though I'd say that her Combat Skill should be above Excellent. I base this on the fact that Irene was fighting things that made Abyssal Hunters have to put effort into engaging, and she wasn't just surviving, she was killing a good number of them and hanging in there in what was a VERY prolonged combat situation. Now, think back on the PV for Stultifera Navis: Skadi had to two hand her greatsword in order to defend and hold against Seaborn dogs' lunges, visibly having to push back at them. Skadi is also the person that, while holding back, was sending armed combatants flying Team Rocket style in Grani and the Knights' Treasure, and who was punching tunnels through mountains RE2 Mr. X style because she couldn't be bothered actually finding her way around the caves. If Skadi has to put in some elbow grease block the attacks of these basic Seaborn enemies, they would evaporate Irene just with one clean hit on her. In Stultifera Navis, Irene did the equivalent of running a 1 credit clear of a CAVE shmup, she REALLY went in and cleared Mushihimesama, secret boss and all, while not getting hit cleanly, because if she did, that's it, she was positively out.

That's a pretty big departure from Krillin if we're going to be very particular about this. Ace detectives will notice that Irene spent a long time fighting opponents she was woefully outclassed by physically by simply being that good and nimble of a fighter, which is in stark contrast to Krillin's signature move: Absorbing every single punch, kick and ki blast with his face while buying time for Goku to arrive. If Krillin isn't beat up, gored, exploded, or ragdolled, it wasn't a Krillin a fight. Krillin is like a Gmod dummy that people like to subject to creative torture via the gravity gun and the bonkers physics of Half-Life 2. Krillin was more likely to kill Nappa or Frieza via heart palpitations from them beating his ass TOO hard rather than landing the Kienzan. Krillin's most successful technique is the Taiyoken (Solar Flare), which he used to blind countless opponents temporarily so he could take a break from getting his face pummeled into 4-dimensional shapes for a couple minutes.

They share some essence, but in the nitty gritty of it all, they are different beasts in the same family tree, if you will. Also, the powerful girl very much did take the initiative in the case of Irene. I get what you mean and I respect it but it was very much the powerful girl that picked her up and called her a fruit.

[echologname]

Well said, Chatty. If I do anything with my adulthood, it's to make magic for kids every day. They're so precious and I love them SO much, they deserve the world! ❤️

I often think if a kid asks me, "What do you do when you're not playing with us?" Or if I had a kid and their classmate asked, "What job does your parent have?" What do I say? I would want to say something they would want to hear:

I play with puppies (dog daycare)

I make toys (Build-A-Bear or toy factory)

I make candy

I help out grandma's and grandpas (assisted living caregiver)

I blow up balloons and wrap gifts for birthday parties (Party City associate)

I clean schools (janitor)

I clean cars

I make music

I protect the Internet and all the cat videos and video games on it from bad people (Cyber security specialist)

I feed people (restaurant server)

I help sick people feel better (nurse/receptionist)

I swim in paperwork

I type on a computer

I make rainbows (mix paint at Home Depot)

I would want to live as an example of the beautiful possibilities they have for when they grow up too. I want to show that ANYONE can use WHATEVER skills they have to be awesome! Even if it's a seemingly "lame" job that only pays a few dollars an hour, their minds and hearts are so full of wonder, ANYTHING sounds fun and cool to them and that's the same mentality I want about a job. Whatever I do, I wanna love life doing it. I want to teach them that every job, big or small, has an important part to play in helping the people in our community and each one is an opportunity to love like Jesus, whether it's working at McDonalds, or scaling the tallest trees. Simply showing love in whatever you do is how to be a true hero and be someone to look up to.

"You can make a change" - Steven Universe

[moonofiron]

Why do you hate Jeff koons? 👀👀👀👀

Note: I hate his work (specifically the balloon dog)..not him. I used the wrong phrasing in my tags. Lol.

Short answer: his art bad

Long(ish) answer: From a conceptual point of view, it fails to move me or make sense to me. I find it conceptually jarring from a material used pov. I also don't find it connotative of the "human experience" because the human experience really isn't shiny and curvy and perfect. Now, moving on to an even more subjective area: aesthetics. It is just downright unpleasant to look at. And I'm trying my best to be civil here.

I think a large part of me disliking the way it looks is dependant on the concept behind the work not being rock-solid. It's riddled with contradictions. (and yeah I know an argument could be made that it's these very contradictory feelings themselves that is the human experience that koons' work seeks to evoke but to me that sounds more like a “saving face by giving unintended meaning” kind of argument) And so that shade of contradiction also stains my opinion of the way it looks. I think I would actually find it appealing if it stood for something more provocative/satirical. (again, going back to the concept..so you can see how it would affect my view here)

So for me, the work fails conceptually as well as aesthetically. So we have functionality left (which is anyway null because art shouldn't have to be functional at all and the moment it becomes functional it enters the realm of design. But one could say that art does have an inherent function: to make the viewer feel something.) And to me it seems that the godforsaken dog balloon's only function is to take up precious precious space.

[poppyseedgirly]

HOPE HONEY HEART

HORNET HAPPY HEAL

i messaged a therapist today

it is a step

i made my bed

i found a new blanket recently

from cvs

sometimes you just know

when a blankets going to be good

i hold it at my chest at night

intertwined with juniper

the green donkey

the other night i dreamt

of a desert, swampy, quick sand

i’m carrying a dog

making sure it doesn’t touch the ground

in the distance is a large prehistoric turtle

felt like claymation

i needed to get across

it looked deeper

i take my shoes off and put the dog high above me

i sink in anyways

i made a list of the things that make me happy right now:

panera autumn squash soup

omori with mar

painting my nails

floral bouquets and balloons

poppet

plums

cross stitching

light warmth

blankets

rainbow makers

stardew valley videos to fall asleep

the seasons beginning to change

a coworker tells me

everyones been admiring my drawings and signs i’ve been making

i’m grateful i get the chance

she says i’m wasting my talent being here

i tell her i had to start over this year

i’m proud of myself

to be able to be doing anything right now

grateful i get the chance

it’s not easy starting over someone says

nothing is a waste

nothing is a waste

nothing is a waste

i have not felt good recently

i’ve been thinking about reckonings

when will it happen for me

ten straight days of the ache

maybe it’s just been easier to not think about it

you can’t not think about things though

nine months and it feels raw again

maybe it’s never not felt raw yet

poppet always knows when to comfort me

her claws dig in to my thigh

but she doesn’t mean it

sometimes love hurts

facing fears

what do i want?

the question that rattles in my brain right now

my happiness

precious and mine

all mine mine mine mine

heart break sounds like cracking glass

airplane noise

and mid west winter silence

negative degrees

it settles into a slow hum

buzzing in the background forever

until new sounds fill

but i’ve been learning

to thank myself

you see

lessons and lessons

and lessons

you used to say

hurt people hurt people

and how you ended up hurting me

you were so hurt yourself

if heartbreak is glass

i can fuse it back together

my heart

my heart

my heart

so distant and far

but so close

like closing my eyes

and the memory

is still raw and rich

like scratching a film

a layer

to peel back

it’s right there

the scab healing over

i’ve always been a picker

i wonder

i must move forward

i must ease my mind

it’s the only thing i can do

but i am allowed to be angry

i am setting boundaries

i am allowed

[wordcharming]

The Descent

Welp, the unthinkable just happened—I slipped on a banana peel and fell into well. It's not as terrifying as it sounds down here though.

On the slow-motion descent, my body felt light as a feather and was thrust into the well casing which was covered in Willy Wonka's lickable wallpaper. Did I sample some? You better believe it—tart orange gave my tongue a tingle, sour lime had my cherry-red lips puckering and sweet corn filled me with intoxication. After what felt like 10 minutes, a most delicate landing left me on the padded ground.

As I took in my surroundings I noticed seven tunnels, each illuminated by its own hue of ROYGBIV. To my surprise an invisible New Orleans jazz band started to play (from the Y tunnel I think) and an obese man in a periwinkle tutu, sequined cyan leotard, opaque tights and pointe shoes floated down from the path I'd just traveled—left then right, hovering here and there to sample the delectable wallpaper. My eyes followed like those of a Kit-Cat clock.

The man wore the longest rainbow false eyelashes I'd ever seen, and they complemented his bulging emerald eyes and shimmering fuchsia shadow beneath pencil-thin black eyebrows. Twinkling with copious amounts of body glitter, he began to pass wind to the tune of "Rhythm is a Dancer." I kept on staring, mouth agape, until the tooting faded into more of a soon-to-be-deflated balloon sound.

Upon catching my eye, he was red-faced. "Heavens! ...Whoopsie... Excusez moi. ...hello, darling, I'm Roy G Biv. You didn't tell me you were coming! I'm so embarrassed. I didn't even have time to clean."

"Um, uh, do we know each other?" I replied.

"Well, yes and no. No in the sense that you haven't met me in real life but yes because you dreamt me up last night. You don't remember your dream?!"

"Nope, sure don't."

"Well that's neither here nor there. But since you decided to come we might as well celebrate. Follow me!"

He flitted through the Y tunnel, as "When the Saints Go Marching In" crescendoed, and I followed. With each uncertain step I took, chunks of Roy's costume glitter snowed upon my head so that by the time we reached the party room I too resembled someone who belonged onstage.

I shook my head as if I were a dog fresh out the bathtub and stepped inside when the room came into full view.

It was brightly lit in shades of yellow and felt like a fantasy land complete with a multicolored checkered floor, rotating disco ball and clowns on roller skates doing tricks on the adjacent wooden dance floor. I couldn't believe my eyes. To the left of the room was a DJ booth where a mime was spinning vinyl, and to the rear a long empty table that appeared to seat at least 50.

Roy fluttered over to the table, and with the snap of his fingers he summoned a cornucopia of decorations. There was a balloon-printed tablecloth, confetti strewn about, a party hat and golden goblet at each place setting, scattered noiseblowers, heaping bowls of ice cream, platters of donuts and in the middle a large three-tier cake with sparklers on top.

"How in the—" but before the question left my mouth, Roy had shouted, "Attention, attention!" which caused a rollerskating clown collision. With the scratch of a record, Mr. DJing mime made an exaggerated O face and then cradled his cheeks in his hands. All eyes were on Roy as he continued.

"Thank you my precious clownies," and with a nod toward the DJ booth, "Mixmaster Mime." "Tonight we're going to party because it just happens to be everyone's unbirthday! Come now, gather 'round the table so we can celebrate."

By the time everyone sat down the jazz band seemed to emerge from the hall into our room.

I stared at my reflection in the golden goblet which spoke to me in an ominous tone, "Should've worn your hiking shoes." Shifting my gaze from left to right I realized no one else could see what I was seeing. They were all too busy gorging themselves on desserts.

Without even thinking I bee-lined for the DJ booth where I'm standing right now tapping the microphone and telling this story. "Is this thing on?"

[bubblez-n-trinkets]

☆ 𝒗𝒊'𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 | 𝒉𝒄

FEM!READER

･*:༅｡𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: language, nsfw content (labeled), violence?, adult content. minors beware.

･*:༅｡𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: what it would be like being in love with the piltover enforcer.

･*:༅｡𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: BARK BARK BARK AWOOGA, literally the hottest one on the show in my opinion, jinx being an extremely close second. I love her, please, she is the blueprint for my taste in women.

Vi might be extremely emotionally reserved, but not around you she isn't.

Literally like a horny frat bro. Will compliment or grab at your boobs or your ass at any given time because oh wow she loves your body.

Once you have her liking you, buckle down, cause you just gained a partner for life, buddy, she'll follow you around like a puppy dog.

Likes teaching you how to fight and throw a punch, and if you already know how to, she likes to get in play fights with you. Maybe on occasion, she'll even let you win.

Even though you do love her, her temper is extremely short. You know she wouldn't ever physically hurt you on purpose, but yelling matches aren't uncommon. She's too hot-headed, and you're too stubborn to back down.

makeup sex ensues.

Y'all know that one picture of two girls putting eyeliner on each other?

You can decide who's who, but holy shit. (y'all are absolutely boning after this.)

Loves taking you to the prettiest places Zaun has to offer. Likes taking you sightseeing.

Romantic relationships aren't her strong suit, so she likes that you're patient and understanding with her, even if she does get a little frustrating sometimes.

matching finger tattoos?!?!? YES?!!!!?!?! (thinking a ☽ and a ☆ but honestly if you have any better ideas, go for it.)

Watching her work those mechanical fists is absolutely magical (and lowkey a turn-on).

You are getting promise rings. No objections. If you have any protests, go argue with a wall. She is possessive and wants something to show others you belong to her.

You both share an annoyance for topsiders.

She is the biggest cuddle bug. She takes physical affection more seriously than verbal affection. Just holding her pinky with yours means a lot more to her than an 'i love you'.

Her nicknames are everywhere. From cupcake to sweetcheeks, to sugar tits, to literally anything else she can think of. It's actually really cute.

She's so physically fit, you could spend hours just running your hands up and down her biceps, I mean she is ripped.

Likes it when you ask her to tell you stories of her past. Adventures she used to go on. Unlike Jinx, Vi looks to her childhood fondly and only likes to focus on the good rather than dwell on the bad.

Never hand this woman a sharpie cause she'll doodle on your hand whenever she gets a chance. Loves drawing small things on you from time to time out of her own enjoyment.

You two may or may not get a cat together, who knows, that's for you to decide, and she may or may not name it cupcake. ("Look, cupcake! It's Cupcake!")

She somehow convinces you to get your nipples pierced, and if it isn't already, your nose as well. She's a sucker for piercings.

Has a strange obsession with kissing random parts of your face at random times. She wakes up before you? Boom. Kiss on your eyelids. You say something really cute? Bam. Kiss on your nose.

NSFW

TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP

Literally the most top bitch you will ever meet oh mY GOD.

She is literally so hot when she tells you what to do or when she praises you.

"Fuck, my good girl, aren't you?" "Such a precious thing" "On your knees, you know what to do, cupcake."

She can give you the most mind-blowing head and still be insatiable. You have to physically push her away to get her to stop. She could spend all day between your legs (please let her)

Loves to play with your tits, whether it's sucking, licking, biting, anything. She loves your water balloons and if you don't let her touch them, she gets grumpy.

No, because she has such defined abs, you already know she's gonna make you ride them. Seeing you on top of her and panting as you drag your swollen clit across her 6-pack just- oh my fucking god jhsdothoirhtoihoifht.

The best person at aftercare in the world, always super attentive, especially if you slip into sub-space.

Candles? Food? Bath? Water? Cuddles? Literally, ask and she'll get it for you.

She loves you so much to the point where she would kill and die for you. If that isn't the perfect partner, idk what is.

[deadmomjokes]

Took my tiny child with me to the Halloween store. Walked in and immediately realized it would be a terrible mistake.

They had those jumpscare machine things everywhere, lots of spooky noise machines, scary looking animatronic things, crazy decorations, just the whole 9 yards and then some. I immediately went to turn around and leave when I heard a noise coming from my arms.

My one year old child who gets scared if we cough.... was laughing.

She makes this precious “eee!” sound and starts vibrating when she sees something she really likes, usually an animal or a balloon, and she points right at the big zombie thing by the door and does that. I carry her in past a huge 10 ft tall Pennywise inflatable, and she smacks me to tell me to stop so she can look. She ponders him for a moment, and his glowing light-up eyes, then points at his hand and shouts “BEEM!” Which is her word for “balloon.” She made us stand there under Pennywise for at least 3 minutes, which is a really long time for a one-year-old.

Then, she begs to get down, so I let her loose and she just books it all over the store. Finds the creepy demonic looking babies and shouts “BABY!” then gets this confused look on her face and tries to wipe the “dirt” off their faces. Decides it’s not worth it, goes and picks up a severed hand decoration, hands it to me and says “hand.” Yes, my dear, it is a hand. And yes, that severed foot has “toes,” you’re very right.

Finds the wigs, runs down the aisle shouting “hair! hair!” and grabbing her own sparse little headfuzz so hard I think she’s going to rip it all out. Then she found the speaker in the wall that was blaring Monster Mash and she demanded I pick her up so we could “DANSSSE”. But she got distracted by the big spider decorations, which she christened as dogs by running toward them and barking.

She ran up and down the aisles of costumes touching the fabric and making her little “tss tss tss” giggle that she does when she’s having Much Too Good a Time. Every so often she’d stop, look back to make sure I was there, and point at something and vibrate with her aggressive “EEEE!”

A man turned a corner wearing one of the creepy latex masks. He immediately started apologizing to me, saying “I’m so sorry, I’m looking for my friend, I don’t want to scare her.” Meanwhile my child is standing there looking up at him with the most confused look on her face. Not scared, just confused, like he is so dumb and she can’t figure out why he would want to make that stupid face for so long. But he rounds another corner all hunched over, she flaps her arms and sighs, and takes off to go scream at the creepy lawn decorations.

When it was time to go, nothing could convince her to come to me willingly, so I had to promise her one last look at the balloon man while I picked her up against her will. Pennywise placated her, and we left the store with a smile on her chubby little cheeks. She demanded we wait and watch the big inflatable-flailing-arm-tube-man out front, the one that was bright orange and had a jack-o-lantern face, and she bounced and wiggled and danced in my arms despite its fan being louder than the loud motorcycles that scare her on our walks. She waved bye-bye to it as we left for the car.

Basically, that was the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life, and it’s so crazy how so many things are culturally taught and kids are just... immune to that. All she saw was bright colors and things she recognized and could name, in a place she could explore and touch. She has no concept of clowns being scary or zombies being A Thing or what constitutes “creepy” and “spooky” and “gross.” To her, a severed arm with gore hanging out the end doesn’t represent pain or violence, it’s just “arm,” and it’s got some weird stuff on the end that’s funny colors. They’re just things, there’s no context for it.

The world is weird and beautiful and it’s so cool to see it through the eyes of someone who is so New to this planet and hasn’t been influenced by society and culture yet.

[sugawarassoulmate]

Kenma x attaboy!! 🍑 My baby boy Kenma with lactation kink too 🤧🥺 Want him begging and crying 😢

hahahha i made him a bit of a switch lol i couldn't help it 👉🏾👈🏾

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cw: fem!reader, dom!reader, switch!kenma, lactation kink, breast feeding, mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, mommy/daddy kink, restraints, minors dni

“more please,” he slurs, wishing he could reach up and touch you. he hated when you tied him up like this. he was a good boy, he could control himself. why couldn’t you trust him? he tries to get more of you, wants your body touching every part of him. “please, mommy, more…”

after you had given birth to your daughter, there were insecurities brewing in your head that kenma might not be as attracted to you anymore. you definitely felt unsexy in the months after childbirth, your body had changed in ways that made you self-conscious with your precious baby needing constant care, you didn’t put much effort into your appearance anymore.

but somehow your husband found you even more attractive to the point where he couldn’t keep his hands off you. when your breasts started ballooning up near the end of your pregnancy, they became kenma’s personal playthings—especially when you started producing breast milk.

in the weeks before kaho was born, you complained about how full your breasts were from all the milk you had. you didn’t want to start pumping before she was born but you constantly found yourself in tears from the pain.

enter kenma who, out of curiosity, wondered what your breast milk tasted like. so he latched onto your sore nipples and it turns out he couldn’t get enough of your sweet nectar. since then, he was ready to help whenever your tits became too heavy.

kaho was born a few weeks later and she’s a big drinker, always getting fussy when she hasn’t been fed in a while. kenma loved his little girl more than anything but now he’s finding himself having to compete with his daughter for some personal time with you. you would put her down for a nap and kenma would slither behind you, hoping to get some time under your shirt, but you were so worn out most days that you had to turn him down.

but kaho was with your mother this weekend which means your body belongs to kenma once again.

“do you think you deserve it?” you ask, grinding on his lap while he feebly tries to get his mouth on your soft mound. kenma mewls underneath you, breaking into a sweat because all he wants is to drink from you.

“i’ll be good,” he says, golden eyes welling up as if the tears are about to flow. you take pity on him, brushing the hair out of his face to bring your tits to his mouth. and like a moth to a flame, kenma attaches himself to you immediately, drinking from you as if his life depends on it. “thank you.” he grunts, milk spilling from his lips.

he treats you as if you’re his last meal, sucking and biting at your chest like he won’t get another chance. in the meantime, you’re rubbing your clothed cunt against him, knowing any second he’s going to burst. “gonna cum for me?” and kenma nods against your breasts, not wanting to tear himself away for even a second. it’s so cute. “cum for me, baby boy.”

kenma practically whimpers against your tits, humping into you like a dog before he cums in his pants. it doesn’t stop his lips from abusing your chest. you finally push him off, your essence falling from his mouth. even now, kenma doesn’t look completely satisfied even though your nipples are red and raw from his lips on them.

“you taste so fucking good, mommy,” he breathes, the submissiveness leaving his voice with every second. with hunger in his eyes, kenma fights against his restraints. “now untie daddy so he can fuck you.”

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[countrymusiclover]

10 - Sister's Plan

Part 11

Yoda's New Padawan

@tyrionsprincess30 @mrskenobi19

Suddenly we both just blurted out the weight on our chests, catching each other completely off guard. "I'm pregnant."

Obi-wan's POV

Hanging my mouth open in shock I slapped my hand to my forehead knowing that Anakin must be behind this. Even when he was a child I could see the way he looked at her. When we returned to the Temple he was so nervous about seeing her after years of being apart. Y/n and her sister just stand still for a few moments then ran to each other embracing the other in a hug with a huge grin. I smiled a small one myself at seeing her happy. Her smile is something precious that I get to see rarely. But I still hope that no one on the Council suspects anything from us. We would get thrown off the Council and have to turn in our lightsabers if they discovered us.

Y/n's POV

Wrapping my arms around my sister I was afraid about being pregnant. But it helps that she has to deal with the same thing as me. Finally we pulled apart and she runs a hand through her hair mumbling out with a nervous smile. "So he's the father and Anakin is the father of mine." I nodded understanding her words glancing to Obi, tugging him towards her by his wrist. He looked at his feet nervous but spoke to my sister with true words. "I never wished to hurt her, Padme. And I'm sorry I've been sneaking around with her." She shakes her head taking his hands in hers stills smiling up at the Jedi master. "I'm not mad, Master Kenobi. In fact I figured you two would get together for awhile. Anakin once said you're encouraged to love." I weakly smiled up at Obi who intertwined my hand with his own.

"We need to consider the risks of keeping the truth a secret. We'll need to find a way to hide the fact that we're pregnant." I explained to my sister unsure of what to do. Master Yoda is already suspicious of us. It won't be long before the rest of the Jedi Council follows. "Maybe we could go back to our home planet and raise our children there." Padme suggested taking a seat back on the long couch. I plopped down by her eyeing Obi who runs his fingers over his beard again. "It would do more harm than good. It would likely draw more attention to the both of you." Turning to face my sister I play with my fingers. "I need to talk with Master Yoda." Padme and Obi both whipped their heads my direction, mouths dropping opened in shock. Obi-wan stepped up softly speaking shifting from foot to foot. "Dear, are you sure that's the best option..."

Getting to my feet I run my fingers through my hair staring into his blue eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest locking gazes with me. I know he trusted Master Yoda, admiring his skills with the Force for many years. "I trust him Obi. I don't want to have to hide. It's not like we'll have a choice when I'm almost as big as a balloon." He sighed dropping his head seeing Padme eyeing him. She tucks hair behind her ear trying to stand tall. "I think it's a good idea. Yes the Jedi has rules but...surely every Master forms a connection with their padawan." He throws his head back hating to admit she had a good point. Taking his hands in my own I give him puppy dog eyes hoping he'll let me do it. "Please, Obi. If they make us turn in our weapons then that's what we will do. Then we will raise our child whenever we want."

Leaning up on my toes I kissed his cheek walking out the door. Heading towards the council room I remember the first time I met him inside that room. The day he asked me to become his padawan. "Age a concern it is not. Potential I see in you. Wise to take you on as my apprentice it is." Getting to my feet I bowed to him handing him back his lightsaber I voiced. "I accept, Master Yoda." Opening the door I see him standing by the window staring at a sunset. He turned to me and I bend down on a knee greeting him. "Master, I need to tell you something." He lifts his head standing in front of me declaring. "Explanation needed not. Know of you and Kenobi I already do." My nervous smile fell in shock as I feel my heart staring to race. Of course he knows. That's why he's called a Jedi Master.

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[glacialltz]

hello! your writing is super good, so i was wondering if you could write some headcannons about the first years’ ideal first dates. i hope you have a nice day! -🍒

content: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 2.7k

author's note: i really hope you enjoy this, dear 🍒. i tried to write it as sweet as possible, just for you. lots of love went into this particular treat! i hope your day is wonderful as well 🤍

Ace doesn’t want to feel tied down on the first date. He wants to get to know his date, of course, but he doesn’t see the point in some stuffy old meeting where all you do is talk.

Dinner dates are fine and all, but they’re not quite his style. Ace may be a bit flippant when it comes to relationships and tends to figure that if he already likes you enough to want to go out with you in the first place, he doesn’t need to sit down and talk with you about each other for two and a half hours first. Why not just go for it? Who even takes love that seriously at his age anyway, he thinks.

If you are heading out on a date with him, make sure you’re wearing good walking shoes. Ace prefers active dates where you can walk and talk. A likely first option for him would be something akin to running from attraction to attraction on a boardwalk.

On Ace’s ideal date, the sun is shining and the summer is soon approaching. The air doesn’t feel too hot - not just yet - as the world begins to shift from springtime into early summer and the wind still has a cool chill to it. The sky isn’t spotless, but the clouds aren’t drab and grey either. The light is bright, reflecting sharply off of the ocean, and it feels like you’re reliving the days of childhood in which the world seemed to be a technicolor-esc vividness. 

If Ace was to have his way, the two of you would be sampling food from every spot you could find some without getting sick. Your stomachs would feel boundless and your eyes were bigger than any plate out there. Everything from hot dogs and French fries to elephant ears and scones, the two of you were sure to sample them all. 

The sugar would keep the two of you energized as you ran every which way and took in every sight. You’d holler at the kites in the bright blue sky together and he’d wonder if he could get away with snatching a balloon for you.

Excitement running through your veins, the two of you would practically cover every inch of the boardwalk, wanting to see all there is to see. If you got tired, you'd sit together on a bench for a short break and make up stories about the people you saw walking around you and what their lives could possibly be like. Even when resting from the constant motion of the date, Ace finds a way to keep it from being boring.  

It’s not a thought that would frequently cross Ace’s mind, but every now and then he may figure his “ideal date” to be a bit cliché, but he shakes it off thinking it doesn’t really matter. He likes it and as long as the two of you are having fun together, who really cares? The day was amazing and he’d be getting to see you smiling for all of it; what else could he ask for? 

The day would feel long yet not tiring; like a week’s worth of activities rolled into one. It’d be the kind of day you’d only like to have once in a while - only for something special - because it would be tiring and boring if it were to happen too often. A special day that truly suits something as precious as the first date with Ace Trappola. 

Deuce is nervous, to say the least. If you somehow got him to the point where he was asking you out, however, he would be trying to push that nervousness away in favor of enjoying the day with you.

He's still super nervous the whole time though.

Deuce, unlike Ace, treasures the moments in trying to get to know you, even if they come before the actual dates themselves. He tends to freeze up in the face of relationships, so he tends to lean more toward the type of dates that are calmer and he can try to collect his nerves.

While being a bit brash and dense at times, he still enjoys delicate dates, even if the two of you are simply walking through a flower field (possibly arm-in-arm, if you would like).

In fact, he may like that quite a bit. He likes being able to talk with you with minimal distractions around. He doesn't want his attention to be caught by anything else and lead astray, but this may make it a bit harder for him to look you in the eye. He's shifty and blushy but calms down when he sees your pleased gaze as you look at the flowers.

He explodes with red once more if you place a delicate flower crown on the top of his head, however.

The air would be warm as the sun shines, but not still like the dead of summer. The flowers bend and sway in the soft wind as the two of you walk through them. Fear not if you have allergies, as the pollen count remains low so you may enjoy the day with your lover.

Deuce tends to stick more toward the shade of the towering trees around the field and he smiles with glee if you run out into the middle of the sun-kissed flowers. You can draw him out with you with ease, just beacon eagerly to him with a bright smile. He can't resist and will quickly rush out to join you.

After making him the initial crown, please teach him how to make some himself. He'll work at it with an unusual amount of focus, tongue ever so slightly peeking out from the corner of his lips, twisting the flower stems through his fingers. He's eager to work at them, putting himself to it with incredible dedication. He wants to give it to you, after all, and make more in the future, so it would be no good if they didn't live up to the standard he held toward any gifts for you.

You two could have spent hours there together, dwindling the hours away beside the daisies. The sun felt so warm and the atmosphere so pleasant. Deuce was glad he picked you and glad he chose to take you here, as the date was amazing despite its simplicity. The two of you held multiple conversations, sharing details about your lives and answering each other's light-hearted questions. You two were able to grow closer, and you too were glad to have accompanied him to this magical place.

The date would only come to an end as your stomachs growled and it became apparent that the both of you forgot to bring anything to eat. You'd head back sheepishly, cheeks tinted pink, but it wasn't for nothing. You'd grown so much closer and your first date was something truly enjoyable. Please ask him to go on another soon, or at least revisit this beautiful field with him again.

Jack is an earnest boy in everything he does, and this includes his pursuit of you. He set his eye on you and plans on being successful in his courting, both due to his personal feelings toward you and the tradition of his kind.

You're quite the lucky one to be asked out by him, really.

Who wouldn't wish to be with such a kind-hearted, hard-working, fluffy-haired boy?

Jack, too, would enjoy a more quiet, slower-paced date with you, but would be willing to accompany you wherever you'd like. You'd like to go shopping? May he carry your bags for you? Would you like to go to lunch? Do you want to pay or do you want him to? Or would you prefer to split the bill between you both?

Despite not being very picky, he would enjoy simply spending an afternoon with you for his first date. He's not too talkative, and he's definitely not the best at admitting his feelings for you, so he enjoys showing his love for you by doing things for you.

He'd be quite glad to just be let into your sunlight-filled dorm for an afternoon helping you clean up or even just doing homework next to you.

His tail wags happily as the two of you "work" away. Please don't comment on it, thank you. His heart can't handle it and he will deny it fervently as it continues to wag.

He can't help it, he's delighted to be so close to you. You aren't even looking at him but he can't stop looking at you. You're really good-looking, you know that?

You pass simple questions back and forth. Thank goodness you've become so accustomed to his more curt way of speaking. He's eager to learn about you, he really is, but, well, old habits die hard.

When the afternoon begins to draw to a close, Jack will end your day together by escorting you to get dinner. Your lighthearted conversation will continue on over the warm meal, and you can finally see the delight and joy dancing within his eyes. He feels truly blessed to be here spending this time with you, and really really hopes you feel the same way too.

Jack insists on walking you back to your room again, even if you tell him it's no trouble. He's a gentleman in his own way, rough around the edges as it may be, and his concern for your safety extends even this far. Allow him to do so, won't you? It does make him so happy.

He'll bid you a short goodbye and leave you for the day, tail continuing to wag. He had such a pleasant day with you, even if it seemed so simple compared to the dates others may have asked you on. But regardless of if you were doing homework or put him to work helping you clean, he feels so happy to know he possibly helped lift a burden off of your shoulders and would be pleased to do it again anytime.

His shoulders are square and his eyes hardened when he asks you out - there's no way you'd say no. His expression seems even more delighted when he's proven right and you do answer yes.

Despite Sebek's initial confidence, however, he has a slight dilemma when you ask him what it is you'll be doing. He's never done anything like this. Oh no...

Panicking slightly, he lists off the place he finds most relaxing, asking you to join him at the school's botanical garden. Thankfully, you accepted.

He worked hard packing the two of you something to eat for the brunch you agreed upon, meeting you toward the later end of the morning hours. A blanket was laid out for the two of you to sit upon, the basket placed directly in the middle.

Sebek takes pride in the food he prepared for you, even if it's not 5-star quality, as he knows it is leagues better than anything that would have been made if he had let Lilia help him, which the older fae asked to do several times. He was even kind enough to try to prepare you something nice to drink in case you don't enjoy the humidity and warmth of the gardens.

He sits next to you, reading quietly for a while. But his eyes can't focus and he's reread the same page several times now. He isn't quite sure exactly what to talk about, faltering every time he tries to open his mouth to speak.

When you do get him to put down the book and speak to you, please brush off any of the slightly less polite things he may say. He doesn't insult you - oh far be it from so - but he may accidentally insult things like your dorms or a hobby you have. He doesn't mean it, he really doesn't, he's just not yet used to speaking more politely to anyone but Lilia and Malleus.

You get quite the chuckle, however, when Sebek eagerly says something stupid with his whole heart. He tells you something idiotic that Lilia tricked him into believing, and you almost double over in laughter. You have to wipe away quite a few tears from your eyes as you explain to him that it is, in fact, not true.

If you humor him by asking him to share anything about his Young Master, he'd be ecstatic. The next hour, if not longer, will be devoted solely to this topic, and you may wish you had never brought him up, to begin with. Sebek's quite grateful, however, deriving great joy from being asked to share such information with someone who obviously knows nothing about his Master's amazing benevolence and power.

The sun is already high in the sky when the two of you part ways for the day, with Sebek's tough-guy exterior finally cracking long enough for him to blush as he bids you good day. He stiffly thanks you for joining him and expresses excitement for seeing you around school some more. He does end up chickening out of asking when your next date will be, however, which may be for the better. He still needs time to recover his quickly beating heart from the day, even if it doesn't show on his face.

A bit cliché, maybe, but Epel would enjoy teaching you how to apple carve. Well, maybe not that exactly, but he would like to have a date in which he can show you there is more to him than just a pretty face.

He knows everyone chalks him up to his appearance, so chances are you already know there's more beneath the surface if he's even asking you to go on a date with him, to begin with.

The two of you sit shoulder to shoulder as he shows you what to do, hands moving nimbly and expression hardened. He does only the most intricate work, desiring to pull that beautiful awe-struck amazed expression from you.

He tries to teach you what to do, but his explanations are a bit stiff and lacking. Let's hope you are a visual learner, or can at least figure out what to do from watching his hands. He goes a bit slower for you if you ask and compliments any work you do regardless, even if it doesn't compare to his.

Don't compliment Epel's appearance, and instead compliment his handiwork. While he would prefer being called "manly", he's still grateful for every "wow" that slips past your lips and each muttered, "that's so cool".

However, Ace and Deuce aren't the only mischievous first years. Epel persuades you into swiping some treats with him. The more they would cause Vil to fret if he knew, the better. He's so tired of eating things that "benefit his skin" and sometimes just wants to snack, he tells you, arms waving about with his speech.

He talks with his mouth full at times and icing smeared on his lips. His brash tone and frank way of speaking becomes more and more apparent the longer he goes on and on, but he quickly gets embarrassed and sheepish if you point it out. With just a little reassurance, however, he'll perk up again and even offer you a bite out of his own tart.

He's willing to accompany you anywhere you'd like for the rest of the day, however, embarrassed slightly about the day being more focused on the things he wanted to do. If you chose to take him up on his offer, you become privy to more of his sarcastic comments and snide remarks as he follows you about on your daily routine.

However, Epel makes sure not to wear out his welcome and knows when to leave you be for the day. As stellar as the date was (and he really did enjoy it very much), he smartly draws it to a close with a sweet ribbon on top. He bids you goodbye cheerfully despite knowing he has to return to his dorm. Something about you seems to cheer him up, even if the Head and Vice Head of his dorm annoy him. It seems he'll have to ask you out again soon, then.

[sneezefiction]

little habits

Atsumu Miya x Reader

a/n: because Atsumu’s timeskip hair is so pretty & he doesn’t get enough love for it. also because i love when people mess with my hair and i want to project that onto him too.

warnings: none

wc: 800

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Atsumu Miya is always subconsciously running his fingers through his hair. It’s an innocent mannerism but undeniably mesmerizing to watch.

When he’s stressed? Atsumu is pushing his hair back and off his forehead, brushing it to the side.

Frustrated? He’s gripping at it lightly before letting it go with a deep, heavy-chested exhalation in tow.

Getting lost in your eyes? He’s got the dopiest, lopsided grin and a hand casually resting in those trademark blonde strands, his elbow being used to prop his head up.

But if it’s you? Running your fingers through his hair? Atsumu’s usually flirty demeanor is swapped for something resembling that of a doe-eyed, loyal puppy-dog. He loves when you tug and twirl around a short tress, your gentle-handed contact tickling him just a little bit. He breathes out contented sighs when you let him lay his head on your chest, but he melts when your delicate fingertips meet the base of his scalp or slowly massage his temple. 

You see, you’ve always given him the gift of domestic touch. A touch reserved only for the one‘s he reveres in quiet adoration...

And he knows that you’re the only one who’s ever fallen within that category.

He knows this because the minute his head is in your hands, he’s rendered spellbound and relatively wordless; His countenance reduced to a soft, pliable putty - an attractive putty at that.

Oddly enough, this malleable state is perfectly fine with him.

It’s fine because he trusts you.

He trusts your judgement. Your touch. Your soft-spoken promises. 

He’s confident in the inviting warmth of your face. The face makes him think that he must be dreaming about because it’s far too perfect for someone like him. Yet he still blinks his sleepy eyes open to you, head still resting in your comfortable lap after dozing off.

He can rely on you because, even after all that you’ve seen in and from him, you somehow still wish to tangle your fingers within those silky waves.

Atsumu Miya’s hair related habits are simple and sometimes questionable, but you can’t deny that you love them. From the hair-dye, to the toner, to the calloused digits that card through it, you could watch him play with it all day if the universe would allow for it.

And Atsumu can’t deny that he loves when you form your own habits with his hair. He wants you to get messy with that bright-blonde hair kit. To playfully wash the soapy-suds out of it in a hot shower. To tuck those too-long pieces behind his ear while suggesting he get a bit of a trim. 

Maybe if he weren’t so proud, he might even be so bold as to ask you to comb through it before bed in the evening, because he truly sleeps so much more soundly the nights that you do. 

But, even though he doesn’t say anything, you usually brush through his waves anyway, knowing just how much it means to him. You can tell he loves it.

And that fond glimmer in his eye is reward enough for you.

It makes you wonder why people believe that big moments are what define one’s relationships. You have to question why people trust that clarity and security come from jaw-dropping realizations and racing heartbeats. From confetti and balloons or tears and heart-wrenching defeat.

Because in reality, you know that it’s the little habits that have shaped your relationship with Atsumu. It’s the little habits that have nurtured and blossomed that initial seed of trust between you two. It’s the little habits that make you fall for him over, and over, and over again.

You wouldn’t trade those precious oddities for the world.

Though still, there are times when he’s sure he’s being a bother. I mean, he typically doesn’t care that he’s being obnoxious since that’s just a piece of who he is. 

But when it's you? When he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and you’re working your magic with a head massage and asking him about his day, sounding so attentive and curious even after all these years... He wonders if he even deserves this level of affection. This unmatched devotion. He fears that you may eventually get tired or bored of those quiet moments. That you might even get tired of him.

But maybe if he would think a little harder... If he could search a little deeper... If Atsumu would only meet your gaze, well, maybe he would finally come to the realization that: 

You love those little habits every bit as much as he does, if not more.

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