#but it does fit with the animation well enough

[dutiful-wildcraft]

I re-emerge with a soft and vaguely angsty Nik/Price/F!Reader

Unedited, 1k, enjoy <3

It's not unusual for Nikolai to look after her while Price is away. As a matter of fact it grew common, the burly Russian staying with her more often than not, even when John was home.

And what had originally been a friendly extension of John, extra security at her call, had evolved into another soft body in their bed, both men's mingled cologne sinking into her sheets as she slept tucked between them.

However, these last few days had been devoid of soft embraces and stolen kisses, but rather wretched coughing and sniffly noses. 

Nikolai, has been sick as shit for days.

Thankfully, he'd been minding her with only a small amount of caterwauling. Huffing and puffing about her not sleeping beside him, whining as sickly boys are want to do.

His raspy voice somehow stupidly effective in getting him his way. 

Can I have more blankets lisichka? he rumbles pitifully.

What will we have for lunch?  he asks with big brown eyes. 

As if he could keep anything more than cheese and crackers down.

Unable to sleep due to Nikolai’s chainsaw level congestion snores, she slinks down stairs in the wee hours of the morning. Having already decided to make her favorite comfort food. Something simple, savory and carb heavy for the pair of them. 

On a whim she gives John a video call, setting it up on the counter while it rings and rings. 

She hardly expects him to answer, he rarely does.  And considering he'd already been gone 4 out of his supposed 6 week stint, she was sure her man was still up to his chest in work.

She's got a maw full of shredded cheese when John's voice rings through the receiver.

“Hello darling”

She sputters, recovering quickly to flash him a big goofy smile.

“Hey love” she whispers back, heart fit to burst as she takes him. There isn't much to see, just the pale light of his phone illuminating his features in the darkness. His beard is scruffy, bags under his eyes far too heavy for her liking. 

“Hello” he repeats again, an infinite fondness in his voice. His sweet cheeks pulled up into that little smile that still makes her blush. She sheepishly brushes the remnant shredded cheese off her tits, tries to quickly adjust her hair. 

She can see her own image reflected in the top corner of her screen, she looks like hammered hell honestly. Hair a mess, dark circles under her eyes, clad in ratty stained oversized shirt. She almost feels a little guilty for not looking more presentable for him when he chimes in again.

“Missed that sweet face.” he murmurs, and all those nagging thoughts plop right from her noggin. The goofy man would think she'd look hot in a trash bag. 

“Missed your face too baby, you okay?” She knows better than to ask about the op, instead lets him pick and choose what he likes to talk about. 

“Much better now, might even be home sooner than we thought.”

Her ears perk at that, spiritual tail wagging hopefully. She missed him dearly, occasionally shed tears in the lonely showers away from Nikolai, when the weight became to much for her to bare. She does her best not to say anything, doesn't want him to feel bad for being so far away. Instead she sends him updates, pictures of the animals, of her meals, this weeks favorite song.

He doesn't reply, she knows he can't, but he does read them, follows up with each one in a big text or call when he can. Somehow holding the details despite whatever hell he sees.

“What you makin’ over there?” he cuts in, trying to eye the counter with a raised brow through the screen. 

“I was hankerin’ for some potato soup, thought the patient would like it too.” she chuckles a bit.

“Mmm, sweet thing aren't you? How is he?”

“He's only a little whiny, spends his day trying to coax me close enough to cough on me, claims he just wants a cuddle” she laughs.

John chuckles too, shaking his head with a fond exasperation.“Well, you gonna show me how to do it?”

“Huh? Right now? I was just calling…you can get your rest babe, I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“I'm far from tired with a pretty thing cookin for me, now go on.”

She flashes him a knowing look. John Price was no chef, he did well enough, but she'd caught him on more than one occasion following along to the little cooking videos he'd dug up on the internet. Especially those made by other soft southern women.

With an expectant look she continues her work, cutting vegetables and getting the stock pot ready. 

“Talk to me love, need to hear your voice.” he reminds her. 

Not want. Need. And who was she to deny him? So with a little fumbling she starts narrating, mimicking the smooth diction she'd often heard in those same videos, biting back a smile as she watches John fight sleep. Tired baby blues drooping lower and lower, closing briefly before the sharp snick of cut carrots stirs him again. Eyes straining to keep watch.

Sweet man.

She knows he's exhausted, more so than she can probably imagine. What hell he's had to dodge up until this point, and possibly a few days more until he can see them again.

Something in her chest stirs at how he stills for her, easily drawn into the soft bubble of comfort she can provide at such a distance. Lulled easily by a silly soup recipe, simply because it's her voice. She wonders now if he uses her voice messages similarly. She wonders if he would let her read him to sleep.

She files it away. Along with the thought of sending him softer voice messages for when he's away. 

She looks to him again, bristly face squished against his pillow. Eyes closed serenely. 

“Wanna know my secret?” she asks, soft and playful, watching one of his pretty blue eyes creak open at her tone.

“W'sat luv?” 

“I use instant mashed potatoes to thicken up my soup, makes it extra potatoe-y” she giggles.

“My clever girl” he mumbles dreamily, followed by a string of more barely intelligible praise. It rolls easy and proud from his chest, voice no more than a sleepy purr that makes a grin split her face. 

By the time she's finished up John is fully asleep, his measured breaths pouring through the receiver just shy of a real snore.

Her heart aches deep in her chest, a chunk of it long gone and far far away in the form of one John Price, and while she can see him now, know he's alive and relatively well, she longs more than anything to crawl in next to him. Hold him close tucked beneath her chin, where she can keep him warm and safe herself.

As if on cue, a pair of strong arms wrap around her middle, Nikolai’s hot cheek pressed to her temple where he briefly lays a kiss. This time she doesn't fight him. 

Getting sick be damned.

“Pretty thing isn't he?” Nikolai rumbles quietly, eyeing the phone screen with those fond brown eyes. 

She simply hums an affirmative in his arms, words caught in her throat by the emotion that's threatening to escape her. 

Nik seems to catch on, giving her a soft squeeze. “How is he?” he whispers instead, voice low to not wake the man on the other side of the world.

The question is able to at least shake a little out of her. “He seems okay, worn out, fell asleep watching me cook.” She watches John for another moment before sucking in a deep sigh, squirming around in Niks arms to face him, tuck herself into his arms. 

“I'm just ready for him to be home” she mumbles into the soft plush of his chest.

Nik pulls her in closer, warm hands petting along her back, squeezing the back of her neck soothingly. “Me too, malyshka” he returns, the weight of John's absence equally heavy in his own voice. 

The pair stay there for some time, swaying gently in each other's embrace, listening to John's soft snores until the sun paints their meager kitchen gold.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Can you rank the sdv bachelors/bachelorettes on who would adjust the best/worst to farm life? I'm curious on your opinion :))

Sure thing, let's do a ranking on our marriage candidates 😃 Thanks for the ask, dear anon! 🫰���

Also, I think it's worth saying that I think all candidates will adjust well to their new life on the farm. This is where I described and judged candidates when they first moved onto the farm, from day one. This is just my opinion, so if you think differently, feel free to write about it here in replies!

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SDV bachelors:

Shane gets a confident 8.5/10. After all, he didn't get the nickname "chicken man" for nothing, as he takes excellent care of hens on his aunt's ranch. So much so that he's bred his own breed of blue chickens! Plus, I'm sure Shane has helped Marnie take care of other animals while in the barn, and knows a fair bit about growing crops (at least his favourite hot peppers). So he will adapt almost instantly!

I'll probably get some hate for this, but I'll give Elliott a 1/10. With all due respect to our gallant writer, he literally has a quote where he says he "won't water the plant with salt water this time." ...Who would ever think of watering a freshwater plant with salt water, even without a background in gardening? So it's going to take Elliott a long time to adjust to life on a farm, especially if it's a Beach Farm ("Don't water the tomatoes with seawater!").

Normally Sam's mother, as she herself claimed, didn't make him and Vincent do house work, and there's no garden or hint of anyone in the family taking care of the houseplants (most likely Jodi doing all the work). So Sammy jumps from the life of a carefree musician to one full of farm chores, at least partially. In fact, he doesn't mind giving it a try, just doesn't know where to start ("Honey, help me"). 3/10, he's a little confused, but he got the spirit.

Being constantly busy working with patients, despite the small size of the town, and a bunch of other things to do in his clinic, certainly doesn't leave Harvey enough free time to do much gardening. But at least there's some time to read books, and the library just happens to have a couple of interesting ones about farming. I think it will at least give him the opportunity to grow tomatoes in a pot (albeit decorative ones). It's going to be a lot harder with farming, but Harvey even likes it. Still, 3.5/10, he's trying.

Similar situation with Sam, Sebastian will jump from a life of freelance programming work to the farm work. Of course Farmer won't force Sebby to work for them, after all they love him for who he is, not as free labour. But emo himself feels he should help his spouse with their work somehow. He's so-so at growing crops, but taking care of the chickens and goats is much better. 4/10, the black hens are his favourite, btw.

Oh, Alex will fit into farm life quite nicely. The athlete may have difficulty tending crops, watering potatoes and garlic with too much water, but in terms of physical tasks he does just fine. Drag heavy bags of seed/hay? Heck yeah! Load heavy pumpkins into the shipping bin for sale? Easy, he'll do it with one hand! It's like a workout for him. 6.5/10, go Alex!

SDV bachelorettes:

Penny may not have had the opportunity to grow melons or have a small garden near her house (well, trailer in this case), she was constantly reading books about foraging and farming, overflowing with dreams of having her own green place. Soon her dream came true, and all the theory they read was not wasted. Of course, the young teacher will definitely have difficulties, as this is not a small garden but a huge farm, but she will adapt quite well. 7/10, very nice.

4.5/10 for Maru. Actually, she's been a great helper on the farm from the beginning, only her area of expertise was different. Maru will easily fix any broken oil maker or calculate the proportions of minerals for fertiliser, but when asked to take care of the vegetable garden, the young inventor will definitely fall into a stupor. Still, I'm sure she will get used to it, because Maru is a genius, and if she can create an intelligent robot, she can handle growing strawberries as well.

I was going to give Haley the same number of points as Elliott, but I thought her trying to learn how to interact with cows and my idea that she wanted to learn about growing sunflowers deserved another point. So let it be 2/10. Yes, very low, but Haley used to be squeamish of any dirt and smells, so farm life, which is just full of dirt and smells (especially from the barn) will be a bit difficult for a girl.

In general, Leah's knowledge is closer to foraging than to farming, but the talented artist is definitely not afraid of hard work, and has a basic knowledge of growing crops. She definitely offered her then (future) spouse help on the farm several times. Yes, it was flirting, but Leah was actually willing to help carry seeds and water the plants, even had something to share about growing mushrooms on stumps. 7.5/10, she's a great fit.

On the one hand, Abigail has some experience in farming, as Pierre definitely asked her for help in his small vegetable garden behind the shop. On the other hand, the purple-haired girl didn't really show much interest in all this and she seemed to lack patience with plants and flowers before. It's different now, but Abby thought at times that her father and mother's chatter about plants was for a reason after all. 4/10, not too great, but not all bad either.

Emily takes care of the flowers in the house, so some knowledge she has. She loves nature and being outside, that's undeniable. Farming skills? Well... yes and no. Emily is a hard-working bee, but almost all of her time has been taken up at the Saloon, cleaning the house, and a passion for tailoring, so she doesn't have much experience. Still, it's there, and I'd give it a 5/10, but more because of the fact that Emily definitely takes good care of the animals ("My friends")

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So, from best to worst (SDV bachelors):

№1: Shane; №2: Alex; №3: Sebastian; №4: Sam; №5: Harvey; №6: Elliott.

From best to worst (sdv bachelorettes):

№1: Leah; №: Penny; №3: Emily; №4: Maru; №5: Abigail; №6: Haley.

[rin-solo]

Finally, I am happy to present to you my ...

EPIC: THE MUSICAL | ACT I [Character Design project]

I have been working on these for a long time and I am very happy with how these turned out. I am a huge fan of visual character design and I simply needed to do a full lineup.

Act II will follow shortly (it is all done except for Ithaca Saga, which I will add as soon as it drops.) Please enjoy, and read below for some thoughts and background on some of my design choices!

TROY | CYCLOPS ft. Odysseus, Athena, Eurylochus, and Polites

With Odysseus, I really wanted to emphasize his free spirit in this era and mark him as Athena's warrior, so I gave him a special belt and some armbands that represent her (this was inspired by some of @mircsy's work). He also has heterochromia; his left eye is green, representing his cunning, wisdom, and spirit; his right eye is gray, representing his ruthlessness and warrior side.

I simply love Athena in purple/gold. Her mask is a symbol of her invulnerability and comes off only during "My Goodbye" when Odysseus tells her that she's alone. Her cape can also transform into wings, and her eyes are actually golden without the mask.

I had to give Eurylochus his large anime sword (it's just as heavy as it looks but he likes it that way because that means no one besides him is strong enough to wield it ... I imagine Eurylochus can bench press at least Odysseus' and Polites' weights combined. He and Polites are also wearing variants of Odysseus' armor, indicating that they belong to the same army.

Listen, I can vibe with Eurylochus' giant sword but I draw the line at Polites with glasses, sorry. He still gets the hairband, of course. He's also dressed more casually, and without a weapon, because of his pacifistic outlook. He's the physically weakest among the trio by far but also still an inch taller than Odysseus (it's fine, Odysseus is still like 5'10, his friends are just all so freaking tall...)

OCEAN ft. Aeolus, Poseidon, and Odysseus

Not gonna lie, I LOVED designing Aeolus' outfit. She's playful and mischievous and loves to hang out in the clouds all day; her outfit is probably made out of clouds let's be real. Also yes, her image on the windbag moves to make cheeky faces.

Poseidon I cannot imagine without tentacles anymore thanks to @gigizetz's "Ruthlessness", idk it just fits him so well. He definitely got all dressed up to go and sink Odysseus' fleet that day, he has a reputation, you know? And he just likes the shiny gold and accessories; the ocean is full of them so why wouldn't he?

Since breaking up with Athena, Odysseus lost her belt and armbands. He's still wearing her brooch because he couldn't bring himself to fully throw that away as well yet. Polites' hairband around his wrist reminds him of what he's fighting for and what to live by ... for now (Poseidon is about to ruin this man's whole career...)

CIRCE | UNDERWORLD ft. Circe, Hermes, and Tiresias

I wanted to give Circe the "witch" vibe while putting a Greek spin on it and I actually adore her design. She seems both immortally youthful (something I aim for with all my god designs) and motherly. There she was, gathering some herbs when a bunch of strangers crash onto her island ... Oh well, at least this man was a good man this time.

Hermes is kind of just Hermes. I wanted to keep him shaded, a bit impish, and definitely up to no good. He's wearing the contrasting colors on purpose, by the way. And yes, his hat can fly on its own ... But for it to do that he'd have to actually be willing to show his face which he seldom does unless he really trusts you.

Tiresias is a soul, so he has the same kind of ageless youth as all my gods (something that goes for souls of dead people too, since I like to think they get to appear at whatever age they want after death.) He's looking a bit regal since he's a prophet, so I imagine regarded highly, even in the Underworld. Instead of the blindfold, his hood covers his face, adorned with a symbolic eye to identify him and his skill.

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Well, that's it for ACT I, friends, I hope you liked these! I will upload ACT II asap. Please comment and/or tell me your thoughts about my designs! And feel free to ask any questions you may have! I would love to talk more about these.

[itsmyfandomandilikeit]

Ok I have gone through all available evidence and I have a prediction.

Look I'm ngl I am watching Arcane for Cait and Vi. I love the show overall but this ship is what I'm most here for, especially after I spent the last 3 years under the assumption that Mel was dead. Glad she isn't. Point is, I really want CaitVi/Violyn/Piltover's Finest to be handled well, and I pay a disproportionate amount of attention to what happens with these two.

After watching the first arc of season 2 the other day, I was trying really hard to ignore the ending to episode 3. I didn't like that Cait hit Vi in the stomach and abandoned her in a pit after being all classist at her, but I thought, this is Arcane. Arcane is the greatest fucking thing I've ever seen, of course they're gonna find a way to make this work. But that made me think of it as a puzzle. How could they possibly make this work?

Option one, Cait sucks now and she and Vi don't get back together. I don't think this makes sense, because of the brand. CaitVi is a popular ship that just about everybody likes. A huge amount of the hype for this season before the trailers came out was building up assurances that don't worry, CaitVi is happening and it's not gonna be ambiguous. Take this teaser from like two weeks after season 1 ended, a couple of Valentine's Day icons, and one million tweets from Amanda Overton. Why the fuck would they make this season be about Cait and Vi not working out? It simply doesn't make logical sense.

Ok, so we're starting from the assumption that Cait and Vi have a happy ending that makes people feel like they should be together, and continue to want to play as them in the games and buy merchandise. That means they either explicitly get back together, or it's so implied there isn't much of a difference. My money is on zero ambiguity. Vi is the main character and Cait is maybe #3 or #4. Ambiguity about their ending would just look like a weak writing choice and they didn't know what they're doing. The Arcane writers don't tend to go for wishy washy.

But here's the problem. Domestic violence is bad. It's about the fastest way to guarantee the majority of your audience doesn't think two characters should be together. It would take a herculean effort on Cait's part to make up for that and honestly I still wouldn't believe it. To me, there isn't any kind of act of service that makes up for hitting your partner. Not even ensuring the independence of the nation of Zaun. Add on top of that the over the top hurtful comments about Vi's blood and class. It makes her look very much like, deep down, she thinks of Vi as beneath her. If she meant those things, a relationship between them is impossible. (Not to mention how many teenaged girls I know are watching this, and I don't want them to think it's ever okay to be treated like that, even in a fantasy series.)

So my prediction is this. The only way to make a relationship between Cait and Vi viable again is to render those comments and the sentiment they carry meaningless. How do the writers do that? Imo it turns out later that Cait intentionally came up with cruel things to say to cut Vi loose. She realized that Vi would never be able to kill Jinx, and this new explosion will make the situation aboveground even worse, and Vi still won't be able to contribute to the hunt after this. Vi has no future as an enforcer against Jinx and will probably get treated like dogshit as a Zaunite, so Cait is "breaking her heart to save her", as Tvtropes would say. In Cait's mind, it's better if she's left down here in Zaun.

What evidence do I have for this? It fits Cait's characterization as a genius who thinks quickly and several steps ahead. It fits the tiny animation details we zero in on of her stiffening her trembling lips and furled eyebrows. It un-ruins the most popular canon relationship in League. It allows act 1 to end on massive shock value but roll it back later to show that Cait actually does love Vi, enough to let her go for her own good.

I'm not arguing this is the best possible solution but it's the one I think they're going to go with. Amanda Overton and some others have repeatedly said that CaitVi fans will be happy with the ending to Arcane. Everything about the show(the opening, Netflix Brazil's Twitter account, the story) points to them being the show's OTP except for this one scene. I think Cait intentionally cut Vi out of her life by pretending to be much crueler than she wanted to be, to protect her and, likely, as a form of self destruction.

[thydungeongal]

Hey! I've been sitting on an idea for a cheesy 90's tv show inspired campaign for years, convinced that I'd homebrew the perfect system for it myself... And I'm now ready to admit my hubris. Would you have any recs?

The core concept is Future Teens Escape from Space Juvie + a fun spooky conspiracy to investigate. I've thought abt using Eureka, but they seem to really want you to use pre built modules (which is not my plan at all) and i expect it would take at least a little adaptation to work for the silly-played-straight sci-fi i had in mind. I do like the idea of framing the player characters as investigators within the story though, and it seems like it'd be a fun choice in a lot of other ways.

Do you think it'd be worth square-pegging my campaign into Eureka's round hole, have i underestimated Eureka's versatility, or do you know of any systems that would be a better fit?

This sounds like a fantastic campaign idea! Now, I am not entirely sure it would work with Eureka as is: first of all, Eureka assumes a relatively contemporary setting and also carries some expectations of the setting being grounded in the sort of logic we can expect from our everyday environments, so getting it to work in a somewhat less serious sci-fi environment would require a bit of work.

Having said that, I also can't think of any other system that would fit this type of concept as is, so if investigative gameplay is what you're looking for I can't recommend Eureka enough, if only as a source of inspiration.

Also, to assuage your fears a bit: while the creators of Eureka are very opinionated about the use of premade modules it does not come from a place of "you should never create a custom mystery:" rather, the logic behind recommending premade modules is that planning a cohesive mystery takes a lot of effort and trying to improvise a mystery on the fly does not result in the type of experience the creators of Eureka want the game to produce. Eureka as a game is the type of game that feels there should always be one solution to a mystery and the gameplay is a test of the investigators' skills to see whether they can figure out that solution. So, provided you're willing to put in the effort to plan out the conspiracy/mystery you want the party to poke at as well as having a coherent set of leads and clues for getting to the bottom of things, you should not see Eureka's recommendation to use premade modules as discouraging.

I will also tag @anim-ttrpgs here because I feel they may also have more to contribute to this ask :)

[ananinidraws]

This was a school project i made this year, for my animation class. I was pretty proud of how it came out so i wanted to post it here as well <3333

It's just a cute lil story between two long distance partners meeting for the first time <3333

I'll expand on details in some reblogs with more concepts for these characters uvu

[raticalshoez]

i'm having hyperfixation drought so i did what i did best and created a crossover episode

[babyleostuff]

𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff, established relationship, down bad wonwoo (he’s a certified simp) 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.6k

⦗💌 ⦘ though it didn’t bother wonwoo that his girl wasn’t a gamer like him, he was over the moon when one day she proudly declared she started gaming. one thing he forgot to ask - what kind of games she was playing.

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: guys if i play dress to impress does it mean im finally a gamer?

wonwoo was having a stroke. 

months ago, when you first started going out, he of course had to mention his love for gaming and computers, no matter how lame it made him - he figured if it bothered you then you simply weren’t fit for him. but, thankfully, you didn’t find it unappealing whatsoever, you even asked him questions about games and whatnot, sounding genuinely interested. 

and he wouldn’t lie - it’d be cool if you were a gamer as well, but… 

“no, it’s not for me,” you said when he asked if you played. “i don’t really get the hype, and to be honest i just suck really bad.” 

…but wonwoo understood that you didn’t have to share his every passion, besides - you had your hobbies, he had his, and that was perfectly fine. he was more than happy to indulge in activities that you enjoyed and getting to know you even better through them. 

during the course of your relationship you still didn’t show any interest in his games. well, maybe except for when you wanted cuddles, then you suddenly took a great interest in what was happening on his computer, but wonwoo didn’t mind. it was cute how you tried to keep up with the game though you had no idea what it was about, especially when you were sleepy.  

sometimes, though, you felt bad that you didn’t share his passion, that you didn’t know about all of the new updates, and gaming terms, or what the different keys on the keyboard were responsible for, but wonwoo was always quick to shut down those silly thoughts of yours. “i don’t mind, honey,” he always said and kissed your cheek. “i really don’t”. 

so it was safe to say that he had never expected to hear, "i'm a gamer now, baby. i play games," with a proud smile on your lips. 

wonwoo’s day had been long and hard, his muscles were aching from the hours spent on dancing and moving around the stage, and his head was begging for a moment of silence from all the yelling and yapping of his members. 

but that, that just woke him up like no amount of coffees or red bulls could. 

“huh?” he managed to say in utter confusion. 

he didn’t like how you were smiling. there was something sinister about it. 

“there’s this game everyone is playing now. i saw some videos on tik tok,” you had to stifle a giggle seeing your boyfriend’s expression upon the mention of the app he considered cursed, “and it looked fun. so… i’ve been playing it ever since you left for work.” 

well, maybe you did find it on tik tok, but a game was still a game, so wonwoo figured he should count that as a win. 

“let me show you,” you declared and took his hand with an excited grin, before he could say anything else, let alone ask you what kind of game you were talking about. 

you quickly pulled him into his bedroom, totally dismissing mingyu’s “hello”, and made him sit on his gaming chair. 

“i know you don’t like it when people touch your computer-,”.

“you can use it, honey, i don’t mind,” he cut you off and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. as ecstatic as wonwoo was about your breakthrough in gaming, he could wait to go to bed and finally get his well deserved cuddles from you. 

“okay okay,” you said and unintendedly ran your fingers through his hair. “so here it is,” you pointed at the screen behind him. 

wonwoo had no idea what game could have finally caught your attention. even the adorable characters from animal crossing weren’t cute enough for you to spend more than five minutes on the game, but what he saw on his computer...

"what, uh," he gulped. "what is that?"

“dress to impress!” 

well, it certainly did not impress wonwoo. 

“it’s like a dressing up game,” you added, when your boyfriend didn’t say anything. “here.” 

you rolled him a bit away from the desk so you could take your designated place on his lap, and disconnected the headphones from the computer, which made everything so much worse. the music that was playing in the background had to be one of the worst sounds he had ever heard. 

“look,” you pointed at the timer at the top of the screen. “the game is starting.” 

he could feel how you were buzzing with excitement, clapping your hands in tiny, waiting for the time to run out. 

“okay, see? here’s the theme,” wonwoo nodded sceptically, but nonetheless tightened his grip on your waist. 

album cover. 

then the screen changed to what looked like a large walk-in closet the size of his and mingyu's apartment. a bunch of other characters were running around, and the god awful music was still playing, and you started to run around as well, and, “oh my god, what was going on?”. 

“who should i dress up as?” you bit your nail, clearly very focused. wonwoo took a peek at your furrowed brows, and small pout and for a second he drowned out the annoying sound coming from his computer, just to focus on your adorable expression.  

“i can do you!” you said, and turned around to quickly place a kiss on his cheek. “from the “face the sun” concept photos. technically it’s not an album cover, but… no one here is ever on theme anyway”.  

wonwoo could only watch as you slowly changed your outfit into something that was supposed to resemble one of his concept photos, only in a more cutified version, because as you said, "you're a babygirl". with the minutes ticking by, he couldn’t help but smile at you being so focused on putting the whole outfit together. 

"okay, it's done," you said, leaning back so you were resting against wonwoo's chest. "now it's show time."

one by one, the characters walked the carpet, presenting their… whatever their outfits were. 

“ugh, this fit sucks ass,” you groaned, and nuzzled your head into his shoulder. “wait til one of them hits the twenty eight pose,” you said, and by the tone of your voice wonwoo did not want to see that. 

“why are you giving everyone one star?” he asked, confused. “that one wasn’t that bad,” he pointed at the character that dressed up as ariana’s dangerous woman. 

“you never give anyone more than one star,” you stated as a matter of fact. “oh, look,” you squealed. “it’s me.” 

indeed it was you, and for what it was worth - your outfit looked the best in wonwoo’s opinion. but then again you were best in everything to him, so his opinion didn’t count. and then the screen turned black again. 

the winners are… 

“now we’ll see who placed on the podium,” you explained, and grabbed his hand that was still resting on your waist. 

wonwoo nodded and put his chin on your shoulder. “i’m sure you’re going to be first, honey.” 

“huh,” you huffed. “i wouldn’t be so sure about that.” 

and yeah, you were right. in the first place there was a character that wasn’t dressed up at all, in the second someone with the vip sign dressed as if they were going to the circus, and in the third there was a very creepy character of a man.

you clicked your tongue annoyed. “told you.” 

well, that was an experience wonwoo had never thought he’d have the, uh, pleasure to go through. 

“so,” you got up, and just when wonwoo was about to whine about the lack of your warmth, you straddled his lap. “what do you think?” you cupped his cheeks and smiled at him brightly. 

he wasn’t sure he was thinking at all, at this point. 

the annoying music? unbearable. the clearly not on theme outfits? hideous. the weird poses that freaked him out? he was sure he’d get nightmares from them. 

wonwoo must’ve been thinking too long about his answer so as not to hurt your feelings, because the smile slowly started to disappear from your face. "you think it's weird, right?" you asked and looked down.

"what? no, it's not that, it's-,".

"sweetie, i understand," you laughed quietly. "it's a game for kids, and a little cheesy at that but-,".

"no no," wonwoo quickly said and grabbed your face in his hands so he could lift your head. "i just didn't expect this. you always said you didn't like to game and i didn't know what to expect."

"yeah, but still-,".

"oh could you be quiet for a second?" he smiled when he saw the corners of your lips lift up. "i didn't mean to make you feel bad and i'm sorry if it did.” 

yeah, the game might not have been his style, and he would never have played it himself, but you liked it. and that was all he cared about. he had never seen you smile like that when he was gaming - your eyes were practically heart shaped when you were dressing up your character, and if this wasn't the most adorable thing ever he didn't know what it was. 

if it made you happy, then it made him happy too.

"you have no idea how glad you found a game you like," he ran his thumbs over your cheeks. "and you know what? if i played myself i'd definitely give your outfit five stars."

you giggled, and wrapped your hand around one of his wrists. "thank you, wonwoo."

"of course," he muttered and pecked your forhead. "now tell me, is there a way we could play it at the same time?"

"wonwoo, you don't have to-,"

"but i want to," he said.

for a moment you just looked at him with a raised brow, as if you were trying to figure out if he was really telling the truth. and he really was. wonwoo would survive any horrible outfit and that annoying music just to see you so excited and happy again.

"are you sure?"

he quickly nodded.

"okay, then let me get my computer."

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[evie-sturns]

geronimo - 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: after matt suprises you and your daughter with an at-home petting zoo, your toddler has quite a hard time saying bye to geronimo the hedgehog.

contains: girl dad!matt, fluff, crying, tantrums, swearing.

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"mama! look at germ-noni-mo!" layla squeals as she gently picks up the small hedgehog, a wide smile spread across her face.

she crouches down on the floor, clutching the hedgehog in her hands as matt sits on the couch.

"matt- you literally have to stop these suprises." i giggle, staring at the array of farm animals in my living room.

"god he does this all the time." nick laughs, crouching down beside a pig.

"look- laylas loving it though." matt smirks as layla trots over to the couch with geronimo clutched in her tiny hands.

"is she spiky?" i ask layla with an exaggerated gasp,

layla shakes her head, "no! he- he's just- i dont know" she smiles, bouncing up and down excitably.

"chris- that guinea pig is about to crawl up your shirt- be careful." matt giggles,

chris hands the guinea pig back to the keeper with a small laugh.

the petting zoo keeper starts to put the various farm animals back in the cage, securing them tightly and placing them in the line.

"layla, i think geronimo needs to go back to the petting zoo now!" i say softly, a large grin on my face as i try to sound as excited as i can, knowing that laylas already attatched to the hedgehog.

her face instantly drops, she holds the animal to her chest with a pout.

the zoo keeper stands beside layla, "im sorry sweetie! just gonna have to grab him from you." she says softly,

layla shakes her head with a whine, "but- no!"

"come on layla." i whisper, gently removing the hedgehog from her hands and handing it to the keeper.

i look over at nick, whos watching the whole situation unfold with a small grimace, chris stands beside him as layla continues to whine.

the zoo keeper genty puts geronimo back in his cage before packing up, ready to leave.

"but- mama- daddy no!" layla squeals, folding her arms as her eyes well up with tears.

"shhh, inside voice please sweetheart." matt instantly cuts her off, standing up off the couch and picking her up.

nick and chris help the zoo keeper load the cages out of the house into the van as matt and i try to cool down layla.

matt holds layla in his arms as he carefully walks down the hallway into matt and i’s bedroom.

i follow close behind, ready for the intense tantrum that’s on its way

matt sits down on the floor with layla, who’s absolutely fuming now.

i decide to let matt handle, so i start to clean up our room by wiping down the desk.

suddenly my ears are pierced with a blood curdling squeal.

“i want gern-oni-mo!!” layla screams, her little face fuming.

“layla no, we don’t use that voice inside, enough.” matt says sternly, grabbing her wrist as he holds her still.

“no! you stole him from me!” she yells, slapping her small hands at matt’s large wrist.

“enough, no hitting.” matt warns, his hands holding her sides.

she pouts as her bottom lips trembles, she folds her arms over her chest and plops down onto the floor in a fit.

“look at me layla.” matt speaks, his voice is firm but not raised.

“no!” she whines, balling up her fists at her sides.

i sit down on the desk chair, watching the whole situation unfold, letting matt handle this one.

matt reaches out to adjust her small pigtail, but he screams again.

“layla, enough.” matt raises his voice, standing up off the floor and looking down at layla.

layla goes quiet,

matt never yells at her. she’s basically his little princess, matt could never bring himself to be mad at his sweet girl.

her bottom lip trembles,

her eyes glaze over,

and she bursts into tears.

“oh sweetheart.” matt sighs, a hint of frustration still clear in his voice, but his tone is softer now.

he leans down and picks layla up, holding her in his tattooed arms.

he sits down on the bed with her, his large hands resting on her cheeks, gently wiping her tears.

“shh, shh.” matt whispers softly, peppering kisses to her damp nose.

“i understand you’re upset about the hedgehog, but what if i told you daddy had a suprise!” matt smiles encouragingly.

laylas ears perk up, she lets out a small hiccup as she nods.

“how about, on saturday, we take you to the petting zoo to visit geronimo!” matt grins,

instantly she cracks a small smile, she buries her face in matt’s shirt, trying to hide the fact she’s happy.

“yeah? you like that idea?” matt asks, gently pulling her away from his chest.

she nods frantically with a big smile plastered across her face

“you’ll get to give geronimo a big cuddle!” matt speaks, gently grabbing her chin and wiggling her face.

layla stands up on the mattress, bouncing up and down happily before jumping on top of matt.

“dada!” layla claps,

“do we- do we get to hold him aswell!” she giggles,

“yeah you do! of course!” matt grins,

layla squeals out of excitement,

“now can i have a hug?” matt asks gently, opening his arms.

layla fully body slams herself into matt, matt gently wraps his arms around her and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“i didn’t mean to make you upset earlier princess, but remember that using your inside voice is necessary.” matt whispers into her ear, keeping his arms wrapped around her.

she nods with a small pout,

matt puts his finger on her bottom lip, “what’s gotcha so pouty!” he smiles, gently pushing her small lips back.

she giggles,

“alright, now let’s get you some snacks.” matt speaks, standing up off the couch and picking up layla.

he carries her down the long hallway into the kitchen,

“are the carrots okay for your teeth? or would you like me to cut them up.” he asks layla, rummaging through the fridge,

“carrots ‘s okay!” she says, grabbing the whole carrot out of matt’s hand and gnawing on it.

matt carries layla down to the living room, plopping her down on the couch and putting on spongebob.

“you call me if you need anything okay? i’m just gonna be with mommy.” he tells layla,

she’s too absorbed in the tv to respond,

i hear matt’s gradual footsteps coming down the hallway until he reaches our room,

he walks in with a smug expression,

“did you see that? i’m a professional!” matt laughs, flopping down on the bed beside me,

“you are so adorable when you try to cheer her up.” i grin, resting my head on matt’s chest.

“but i do a pretty good job!” matt defends himself, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me ontop of him.

“mmmm.” i hum with a smile,

“you know i do!” he protests,

“okay maybe you do,” i crack with a smile,

matt nods with a smug smile, “what can i say.”

“such a good daddy.” i giggle, burying my face into matt’s shirt.

“oh my god- enough with that corny daddy shit.” matt groans, jabbing his fingers against my ribs.

“i saw the opportunity and took it.” i laugh,

i lay ontop of matt, propped up on my elbows so my face is inches from his.

i lean down and press my lips to his,

i can feel his smiles as he kisses me back, rolling us over so he’s ontop of me.

he peppers kisses all over my face,

“i got layla distracted with spongebob, we have some alone time.” matt whispers,

“so romantic.” i tease,

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[zoekrystall]

World saw me ranting and decided to let it rain w thunder. Time to wind down and finally get cozy today. <3

[gh0stsp1d3r]

a mini you ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ.

reader can understand + talk to animals <3

MASTERLIST | KOFI | PART 2

When you first found the cat on the side of the road, it was a poor, tangled ball of fur. You noticed him, hearing his quiet pleas for help.

You leaned down, petting him on the head and cooing, asking what his name was. The cat seemed confused as to how you were communicating with him, but a soft smile made him trust you, nuzzling his head further into your hand. The poor thing was starving, you realized when it let out a quiet noise, telling you that he hadn’t eaten in days.

You picked the cat up, walking over to your door and back into your apartment. He was a rather quiet feline, but he seemed to like you. You ran a bath for him, much to his chagrin, and cleaned him up. You fed him whatever you could find that was fit enough for a cat.

he mostly stuck by you the whole time, it was sweet. He didn’t say much, but he seemed curious about you. He was a Siamese, usually called the most aggressive and territorial cats.

It wasn’t until Logan came home that you realized just how territorial this cat was.

He came home, draped in a large denim jacket, cigar hanging on his lips. He shrugged the jacket off, taking the cigar out his mouth and calling out your name.

You came practically running out to him, wrapping your arms around him, eliciting a chuckle from him. He wrapped his arms around you, a woody scent coming off from him. You pulled away, giving him a kiss, his hands going to slither down to your back.

“Missed me, huh?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, murmuring against his lips. He pulled away suddenly upon hearing a low growl, turning around the room, sniffing for what that noise was.

“Oh! I forgot. C’mere, peanut.” You spoke, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw the ball of brown and white fur come out from behind the couch, his ears pinned back and his fur raised up, hissing at logan.

“Peanut, what’s wrong?” You asked the cat, who let out a low growl. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“He said he just doesn’t like you.”

“Where the fuck did you get him from? The side of the road?” Logan sneered.

“Well… yeah.”

“Oh my god.” He sighed out. “He don’t got… fleas or nothing, right?”

You shook your head, “checked him.”

“Well why the fuck doesn’t he like me? I didn’t do shit to him.”

“Why don’t you like him?” You asked the cat, who let out a hiss again, backing up from Logan who scoffed at the cat.

You had to suppress a laugh when you explained. “He… marked his territory on me.” You let out a quiet laugh, covering your mouth.

“The fuck does that mean?”

“Cats… especially Siamese cats, are territorial about a lot of things. Their house, toys, food, and sometimes owners.” You explained to him with a shrug.

“I’m your boyfriend. I live with you. How the hell do I share a house with a cat that wants to murder me?” He spoke, going into the kitchen for a moment before walking back out with a bottle in his hand.

“He’ll get used to you.” You spoke with a small smile, turning to look at the cat who still had his back raised. You bent down, holding your hand out for it, peanut walking over to you, while still glaring at Logan.

Logan also let out a growl of his own at the cat, and you shook your head at the two, amused.

“You know what he reminds me of?” You asked logan quietly.

“What..?” He grumbled out, popping open a beer bottle while still staring at the cat.

“You. He’s like a mini you.”

“He is not a mini me.” He argued. You turned to him, tilting your head to the side, looking at his tufts of hair and you just giggled.

“Mhm. Be nice, peanut.” You pat his head, standing up and leaning into Logan’s ear.

“He’s a mini you.”

He rolled his eyes, lightly shoving his shoulder and you off of him, you smiling and laughing. Him and the cat stared at each other, logan narrowing his eyes.

“Mini me, my ass.” He murmured out.

Days later, you find the both of them, claws out, pointed at each other. And then you find them staring each other down. Then, once he gets warmed up to Logan, he jumps into your bed, nuzzling his way in between the both of you, making logan jump and glance down, just to find the cat.

You ended up renaming him to logan junior.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, yandere, captive reader, dehumanization, dollification, patronization, condescension

♡ FEM reader

This is his playroom. It’s got puzzle-piece foam flooring and is filled to the brim with all sorts of different toys—including you. He’s got stuffed animals, pretty dolls, toy soldiers, Lego builds, and a gaming station with all types of fun—and parental safety restrictions, of course, no talking to strangers for you. Your controller is a pretty baby pink, and his a cool camo-green. But today, they’re left on the floor, untouched.

Because today, he only wants to play with you.

“You’re gonna be so pretty…” His voice is as grating as always—synthetically childish, making you grit your teeth. Sitting with you between his legs before the mirror, working diligently.

You look at the floor to avoid your reflection.

He’d gotten you a brand new baby-blue dress and painted you himself—done your eyelids up in matching clear skies, black lashes moth-like and fluttery, cheeks a rosy pink, and lips a sheer gloss extra plump and pretty—no need for tint—you bite them so cutely, they’re already his favorite color. Your hair’s done up in curls and ringlets, so bouncy and soft, beribboned with plentiful white bows.

“This color suits you so well. Makes you look like a cake-topper. Bite-sized. I could eat you right up.” He hums behind you, fiddling with the many intricacies, doing them up perfectly—no rush.

Looking up, the person staring back at you looks no different from a life-sized porcelain doll. Pristine, mint condition, fit to be put behind glass. In your frilly dress, petticoat and stockings. Just like Alice down the rabbit hole.

The only thing that betrays the illusion is the leather collar on your throat and the chain running from it to the middle of the floor. But no matter.

He’s got a giddy smile on his face— chest swelled with pride at his work. You’re his most prized possession. You really are! There isn’t a single toy in this room that can compete with you.

He’s not wearing anything special to match. Bedhead, undressed, still in his pajama pants. Why wouldn’t he be? This is his playroom, after all—his downtime—where he can be a boy with his toy. Though, calling him a boy isn’t exactly right—what with him being nearly in his thirties. Not to mention that he’s about two heads taller than you, with abs like an athlete, toned and chiseled and hard to the touch, hard enough to strain your wrists when he bears down on you. Oh, and that thing in his pants.

You bite your tongue and steal yourself. It would be easy to cry, but he only gets weirder about it then. So you stifle it, even though you look so stupid you want to act like an animal. Tear the dress to shreds and rub your makeup into a mess—scream, bite, spit on him. You’d done all that once before to no avail other than punishments that still keep you up at night. Once was enough. He didn’t play nice with you.

But then again, when does he ever?

“Hmm, think I’m done…” he announces after having dallied with the lace of your corset for a quarter-hour—it’s so tight you have to appreciate every breath. “Time to have some fun.”

He treats you no different from a doll either. Scooping you up into his arms like an inanimate object and carrying off to the princess bed—the one that looks like a girl’s birthday cake with a veil on top, and mountains of pillows all too soft.

He places you down on top of the duvet and it seems to swallow you like an ocean. He dives after, covering you like a fishnet. You take a final breath before he can drown, your hand on his chest, holding him at a distance.

“I was thinking, uhm…” you start, the words coming out odd, barely recognizable as your voice—only noticing now how long it had been since you’d spoken last. “I was…” you restart, but it’s still no easier. His eyes are large and unblinking, staring down at you as though he’s just as surprised as you are to found out you speak. “Hoping we could play… a little differently this time?”

He blinks at the request, having fallen completely still above you.

“Really? How?” The suddenness of his words make you flinch. You don’t know what you had expected—maybe a smile and something dismissive. It had been a while since he’d spoken directly to you like that—and not to himself in absentminded comments about you.

You recover some time, seeing him stare down at you all expectantly in wait. He follows when you guide him into sitting instead of looming over you, putting yourself in his lap—straddling him. “Mh, like this. Maybe?”

It’s a gamble. He’d never had you on top before, nor ever shown an interest in it. Setting aside the time you’d been sprawled on your belly over his thighs, his hand riddled in your hair and his other hand branding your ass with his very own toy company logo.

His expression is unreadable—perhaps a little confused if you were to take a guess.

“Oh!” he erupts with a smile you hope is the good sort. “You mean I play the toy and you the master?” He laughs brightly, falling on his back with a hand over his face, cackling through his fingers as though it were the most absurd proposal he’d ever heard.

But despite his obvious amusement, you still feel it—his toy poking into you from beneath.

He settles after a moment. “Alright then, why not?” Looking up at you—his hair a tousled mess splayed upon the bed, eyes as gleeful as the quirk on his lips. “Who knows… it could be fun.”

He props his arms behind his head, lounging comfortably.

“I did call you a cake-topper, after all,” he snickers. “I’ll lie perfectly still, like a good toy, while you play with me. Sound good?”

You can’t believe how open he was to it. Still a little apprehensive, you nod your head.

And then the game begins…

He doesn’t exactly stay true to his word. But you suppose that would be too much to ask. His head still rests pretty on the pillow with his eyes closed, smiling in satisfaction—for now, sated with your performance. Groaning in absentminded bliss, “You’re right. This is fun~”

But he hadn’t stayed perfectly still like he’d said. He’d reached out when you’d finally begun riding and now his arms keep you snug against his chest, fine-pressed sweaty skin against your frilly bust, more in a lock than a hug. It makes it kind of difficult to do what he wants, but you try your best—knees and toes planted in the mattress for stability as you jerk your hips on his lap. It’s awkward, but riding him like this is still better than the alternative, after all.

You keep your arms around the back of his neck, resting your face in the cradle it creates beneath his chin, panting lowly—eyes closed in focus away from the pain, brows tight with your tongue between your teeth, trying to maintain the rhythm despite the blossoming ache that’s started to spread from your hips down your thighs—another ill sting in the small of your back crawling up your spine. It’s hard staying bent over like this, and your movements are turning sluggish…

There’s a sigh from above you, pitchy and just awful. “Aww, is it really time already?” he whines—previous satisfaction dwindling—bordering on something else entirely now, the opposite and so much worse—boredom with a hint of disappointment—a spoiled child with a toy that’s run out of battery.

You shake your head, burying your face in his neck and tightening your grip, stealing yourself with newfound strength to maintain the tempo you had before while muffling out a desperate, “No, I can keep going—”

He lets out another sound, this time in thought. “Hmm...” It doesn’t give you much confidence—how lax a sound it is—as if he isn’t even close to being spent yet. “I don’t know… You’re so slow. I’m gonna get soft if this is all you got, y’know?”

He starts moving—sitting up. He takes his own hold on your hips, and you know what that means. And you can’t handle being played with, not when he damn near breaks you each and evert time.

“No, wait! I can keep going, please, just a little longer?” you insist, both palms pushed flat on his chest with your round eyes looking at him hopelessly in plead for a second chance—even though you know he isn’t one with the patience to give you one.

He stares blankly back, big-eyed in surprise at your outburst. Though still not convinced it would be worth humoring you. If he was being honest, he’d enjoyed it more than he thought he would but had now had his fill and wanted to take charge as usual and finish the job. However…

Oh, you’re being so uncharacteristically cute today—and that pathetic look of desperation on your face is truly something else…

He smiles deceptively softly, so brightly it reaches his eyes. He very nearly looks innocent like that, but you know him too well—so well that the sight of his lips curling gives you nothing but a churning stomach.

“Okay then, doll. You convinced me.”

Suppose it doesn’t hurt letting you have your way sometimes. You have been on very good behavior lately, after all. He ought to reward you.

“I’ll be your toy a little longer.” He murmurs with a lazy smirk, nose-kissing you—patronizing, as though he’s doing you a big favor.

It doesn’t grant you any peace, and neither does the way he keeps his hold on your hips, rubbing smooth circles into the fat leisurely, letting you know he wouldn't be removing them—it serves as some type of encouragement as you start moving again.

It’s easier now when you’re upright. Holding his shoulders, you can jump rather than buck—up and down, up and down, up and down—it’s simple enough. Or it was for a moment, at least, before he planted your hips down.

“Not like that,” he shakes his head softly. “Like this.” He moves you after his will, wanting you to grind instead—putting you back in square one.

Your movement staggers, and you mask a wince with a moan—fuck, your muscles are so sore, maintaining this movement is enough to make your loins scream, feeling all but set on fire.

With one hand keeping you seated, the other takes hold of your leash and pulls you in close, his lips on the dew of your rouge-dusted cheek—you feel the grin, and like prey threatened by a hunter’s teeth, you shiver in respect of it. “Come on, dolly, ride or die, faster,” he simpers, voice laced with mockery and amusement.

Your thighs are shaking now, tightened up in anguish, begging for a break—soon to take it without your permission. How much you can take reaches a point, and everything goes slack not a second too soon.

“And now you’re done,” he snickers hotly under his breath, planting a kiss on the side of your glossy lips while you exhaustedly and gingerly take your break with a feeling of defeat. He speaks low, and you dread every eerie lick of his words, “My turn to play.”

You want to protest, but you know it’s no use. He’d made up his mind now, and challenging it any further would only turn you into a nuisance—toys are supposed to enjoy being played with, after all—best take it with grace and shut up before he reminds you.

He flips the both of you around with ease, reclaiming his spot—on top. He loves you like this, splayed out beneath him like a puppet—just waiting to have all your strings pulled.

It was good while it lasted, you think—maybe if you get better, you can make him finish and not have to endure what comes next.

“Don’t pout, dolly—that was fun,” he kisses you lips as they start to tremble. “But you suit being my toy so much better.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Denki, Mirio ♡ JJK – Mahito, Gojo ♡ HQ – Oikawa, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ BLLK – Nagi, Bachira

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[satowooo]

A DAY IN THE LIFE... WITH A CAT

Wherein Sukuna takes care of your cat for a day, despite his indifferences with it.

warning: animal cruelty

Your boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna, is obviously not very fond of cats. Or to any living and breathing creature at all. But most especially your cat.

Sukuna hates it. Despise it even. He wishes it to be gone with just one flick of his finger just so the silly furball wouldn't take his time away from you. He hopes it'll get tired of you and run away someday because why are you always up on its face?

But then, that would make you sad. So he won't actually do anything to harm it, as much as he can.

To Sukuna, your cat is the most unearthly being that has ever walked on earth. Always tailing you around like a constant shadow, a menacing shadow. He dislikes it so much that it gets more of your attention than his.

“So cute!”

Sukuna watches the way your eyes glint in delight, squealing and feet kicking in the air while you're turned to your stomach right by the floor, playing with the little kitten you adopted. You had the most beautiful and widest grin spread on your face, and all because of an animal.

You can't seriously be so happy over that?

It has been a month since that kitten entered your life, and you hadn't been the same since. Well, you are the same, it's just Sukuna being exaggerated.

Why wouldn't he? You barely even look at him anymore because you're too focused on doting and feeding that animal, to the point that he's already making it a silent competition between him and the kitten about who wins your affections. And the cat wins every time. Every fucking time.

You're so head over heels about the white-furred kitten and he will never understand why. It's just another responsibility for you, another creature that will just distract you from your daily living, the daily living in question being the time that you're supposed to be doing with him instead.

“Look, Kuna!” You cheered, holding the cat by its arms to show the kitten to him, the said animal wearing small little glasses that would fit its little face.

Sukuna could only sneer, a frown obviously etched in his lip. “He looks pathetic. Get him out.”

“That's mean. Don't listen to him.” You turned the cat to face you and covered its ears, as if it'll understand what Sukuna says. The cat in return hisses at Sukuna, which made him scoff in disbelief.

Why are you even treating the kitten like a real baby? It looks so ugly!

But despite his inner thoughts, he actually finds himself caring for the cat, begrudgingly.

It's a furry dirty cat. He would only bring chaos all around your shared apartment. It probably doesn't even know how to clean itself. Sukuna would always think.

But he never really had a choice whenever you're gone at home, and he's left tending to the cat’s crazy needs.

“Will you fucking stay still?” Sukuna holds the cat by its scruff, not too tight though, just enough to hold him up to meet his gaze. The white kitten was all wet after Sukuna just gave him a bath. It meowed at him helplessly, making him smirk to finally see it in distress. “You're a handful, kitten. Why does she like you so much?”

This must've been the longest day for him yet, with you leaving Sukuna with the task to shower the kitten in your place because you'll be out the whole day. Who's he to disobey you anyway?

He wrapped the kitten in a towel, then took him by the counter. He let it sit there for a moment while it was licking its paws, while he rummaged through the cabinets to look for the hair dryer that you always used for the cat. Once he had it in hand, he faced the kitten again, his eyes glaring at the small creature who's just looking at him curiously.

This? This is the cat that you fawn over? He looks even ugly when he's drenched.

He could only shake his head at the thought, before plugging in the hair dryer so he could do his work. The cat tried to run away when he pulled him close, the hair dryer making a loud blowing sound as he fanned it all over the cat's body. A smile would tug on Sukuna's lips, finding the cat's helpless state funny whenever it meows in discomfort at his presence.

Well, let's just say it wasn't a very pleasant experience for the poor animal. As much as it is for Sukuna.

“Yeah, you look horrible. I know.” He chuckled darkly, gazing at the now dried-and-furry-again cat, all thanks to him.

He carried the cat and put it down the floor, letting it run away. He sighs, brushing a tired hand on his nape before he goes over to slump on the couch, resting his eyes for a moment. He could hear the thumps of the kitten running around, stumbling over who knows what, but he couldn't care less. Right now, Sukuna needs to have a moment. It was surely a new experience for him, and something that he will never do again.

It didn't take long for the kitten to go back to him though. It easily jumped on the couch, climbing straight to his lap. He groaned, feeling the cat tapping its little paws on his skin, opening his eyes to see it looking at him, expecting, or perhaps, asking for something?

“What do you want now?”

The kitten meowed, before jumping off his lap and heading straight to a little cabinet by the wall, where his cat food was hidden.

Oh, it's smart. He'll give him that.

“You're hungry?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at it. “Go starve yourself.”

Which wouldn't happen really, because the kitten started meowing furiously at him, which jolted all his senses awake. He cursed underneath his breath, letting out a grunt, standing up so he could give whatever the thing that the creature needed.

It was a very long and tiring day for him indeed. But at the end of the day, he's got the cat settled right above his chest, and he's petting its head softly as it lets out a purr. The cat’s tail would brush across his wrist, a sign that the cat must've been pleased with the gesture.

“I'll let you live longer.” He frowned, a low huff escaping from his lips as the cat only looked at him. “Just remember your place in this house.” Flicking the cat’s forehead softly as a finality, before he pushes it off and lets it fall on the floor, the cat swiftly landing on its feet.

After all, his pleasure is not his top priority, but yours. So, if keeping you happy would mean having this little cat between the two of you, then he might just let it for a while. For a while. Maybe. Depends if the cat crosses a line.

[sparklingblu]

Metamorphosis

Sakura x Male Reader

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Something I cooked up while I get the urge to write. Enjoy.

It's not everyday you see an angel in the kitchen.

But today, that doesn't seem to be the case.

As you make your way down the staircase, your eyes still groggy with sleep, the pleasant aroma that greets you is more than enough to tell you that your wife, Sakura is up early.

She has always been an early bird while you are a night owl. Despite all the differences between you two, you are still surprised to this day how you two even managed to work it out after all those years. It's probably all beccause of Sakura, who has always been the more matured one in thisb relationship. Most of the time, she's the first one to raise the white flag whenever you two start bickering. Maybe that makes you a dick but she loves you all the same.

"There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house"

You crack a smile as soon as you hear the introduction to Cardi B's WAP. For someone who looks so pure, Sakura does have questionable music taste.

You slow your steps, not wanting to make any noise that would alert Sakura of your presence. Not like it matters anyway. The music has been turned up all the way on her phone that she wouldn't notice it even if someone breaks in at this moment. The growing smell of spice and pepper accompanied by the sizzling sound of the pan makes your stomach growl. But they can't be as disturbing as Sakura, who's swaying her cute ass in those tight black shorts. It's a miracle, really, how she manages to stay fit like a teenager after all those years. She looks no different from back you two started dating. Hotter, even.

You stand in the doorway for a while, savouring the moment while your eyes rake over Sakura's flawless body. You can already feel your mamba growing rigid from the sight and all the lewd thoughts you have in mere seconds. Visions where she's bent over the counter, your cock buried deep in her cunt, her lips slipping out the dirtiest and prettiest of moans. And the lyrics from the song are not helping.

"I said certified freak, seven days a week"

You would gladly go seven days a week, every hour, every minute with Sakura. It's not even a choice, to be honest. Because there's no better feeling than waking up with your cock sealed between those soft lips after making a mess of the bedroom after breeding her in every corner of the room last night. That was exactly what happened for the first few months after your marriage. You two were like animals in heat; ever so desperate for each other's bodies. There isn't a day that goes by without you storing a load or two in Sakura's depths.

Nowadays, not so much. Both of you are tok busy with work and responsibilities for that kind of activity. There's still the sex but most of the time, it's just you lazily thrusting into Sakura in a spooning position because both of you are too tired for more vigorous activities. Sometimes, Sakura would blow you under the desk while you are working on your laptop but that only happens when she feels like sucking your cock and that doesn't happen so often.

You slowly close your distance to Sakura, steps light as a panther. Sakura is still as oblivious as ever, quietly humming one of the dirtiest songs of the century; sinful words spilling from an angel's tongue. A few more steps and you are close enough that you can smell the shampoo off Sakura's hair. Your hand instinctively move towards her restless ass, grabbing a cheek and squeezing it over the dark fabric.

"Nghh"

Sakura yelps, caught off-guard. Her spatula hits the pan with a loud 'clank'. Her face is stoic for a while, those cat-like eyes out of focus. Then she turns her head and breaks into a smile as she catches the culprit.

"That's quite a way to say good morning"

She teases as she lowers the volume on her phone. Still, it's loud enough to hear all the lyrics riling you up.

"Well, I can't resist"

"You can't resist this cute ass, can you?" She wriggles her ass to elaborate the question farther.

"Do you even need to ask?" You asks, rumming your hands over her side; your fingers tracing patterns across the shirt which does little to hide her curves.

"You are being too cheesy today. It's getting suspicious" She accuses you as she gets back to work again, stirring the rice in the pan with the spatula.

You lean in, brushing your lips across the nape of her neck. A faint smell of sweat mixed with that of the delicacy Sakura's cooking up tickle your nostrils - one smell no less appealing than the other. You linger there for a moment, planting a few more kisses on her neck before moving on to your main task.

"Put this pussy right in yo' face

Swipe your nose like a credit card"

What a coincudence. That's what you are exactly gonna do. Before she knows what's happening, your thumbs have slide under the waistband of her shorts and lowering them. The material slides gracefully down to her hips then to her thighs - giving you the best view of her toned white ass.

"Wait, I'm cooking! Let me finish- Mmmph.."

Sakura's protests are silenced as you bury your tongue in her pink wet pussy, spreading her cheeks open with your hand. You feed like a sailor lost at sea, tongue swiping across the soft flesh rapidly. It has been too long since you last give her a tongue bath but as soon as you get the taste of her wet hole, it's not difficult to decipher the old memories of her favorite spots to be attacked.

The tip of your tongue makes contact with her clit and Sakura lets out a guttural moan followed by a series of curses. Each dirty word encourages your relentless pace - imprinting this taste that's finer than any wine deep into your brain.

"Fuck. Don't stop"

Even if she says otherwise, you wouldn't have. You are too lost in the pleasure that comes from pleasuring Sakura. Each jolt and writhe of her legs a reminder of your sucessful service.

Sakura has forgotten about cooking now, her fingers gripping the kitchen counter as she braces herself against the waves of pleasure that rolls over her with every single movement of your tongue.

"Spit in my mouth, look at my eyes

This pussy is wet, come take a dive"

Sakura proves true to the lyrics. Her pussy is now gleaming with her own juice and all your saliva - wet and sticky in the tastiest way. You wanna reach for new heights but the current postion is not allowing to do so. You abruptly stops moving your tongue.

"What-"

"Turn around"

You order and Skaura obeys without question. She leans against the counter with curious eyes while you pull off the short off her legs. As soon as there's no barrier between you and the prize between Sakura's legs, you dive in again.

"Ohhhhh Fuck"

Nothing could have prepared Sakura for your next phase of attack. You keep a strong hold on her thighs while your tongue make its way into the pink folds of hers once again. If you were relentless before, now you are a beast. With almost inhuman speed, your tongue bathes the deepest parts of her hole. Sakura's legs are trembling nonstop now that your grip on them starts to falter. But it doesn't matter any more because Sakura's a step away from toppling over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cummmm"

Sakura repeat the words like a mantra until she's squirting a waterfall into your mouth and all over your face. And you gladly bath in the crystal clear liquid. Sakura shoves two fingers into her poruing hole, furiously fingering herself to prolong the pleasure.

"Talk yo' shit, bite your lip

Ask for a car while you ride that dick"

With that, A weak jet erupts once more and the act concludes just as you are drenched. The kitchen floor is no different either; another task added to Sakura's long list of housework.

Sakura's breath is shallow as she recovers from the onslaught of your tongue. Her temples are beaded with sweat, her lips slightly parted as she pants. She throws her head back, closing her eyes to comprehend everything that just happened before opening them again to greet you with a grin.

"Seems like you still haven't lost your skills"

Sakura praises you as you get back on your feet while you wipe the rest of Sakura's juice off your lips.

You didn't have any time to rest because Sakura is already pulling you in for a kiss, her arms wrapped around your neck. Her tongue invades your mouth, seeking entrance to taste herself off your mouth. You glady reciprocates the action by tangling your own tongue with hers - a tango of flesh. You wouldn't have stopped if it's not for Sakura, who breaks the kiss and her eyes fall on you with a look you know too well - the look of a cockhungry housewife.

"Let me repay you, babe" No longer has those words left her mouth than she gets on her knees, looking up you like a kid asking for candy. "You know what to do"

And of course, you do. Anyone in your position would have no problems reading the need in Sakura's eyes; the need for your cock. You quickly pull down your boxers; heartstrings thrumming with anticipation. Your rock hard dick springs up as soon as it is released from the confine of clothing. Sakura stares at your veiny shaft for a moment and her lips curl into a sultry smile.

"Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroke

I need a Henny drink, I need a weed smoker"

Sakura's fingers close around the base of your shaft, slowly moving her grip all the way to the top before going back down in the first of many strokes to come. You groan from the electrifying feeling that blooms from your chest. You just realize how agonizingly hard you were all this time.

"Your cock is so beautiful" Sakura gives you a few more pump, her pupils fixed on your mamba like something she solely worships. "I wonder what it tastes like"

That's a lie. Of course, she knows how it tastes like. You have lost count of the number of times Sakura has woken you up with your cock stuffed in her warm, wet mouth. Matter of fact, she's the only one who knows what it tastes like. Nonetheless, you play along.

"Why don't you go ahead and find out?" You urges, trying not to sound desperate.

"That's the plan" Sakura draws one long stroke and in the blink of an eyes, swallows the head of your cock in one swift motion.

"Fuck Sakura. I miss this" You sound so desperate you feel embarassed. But you couldn't care less. All it matters is those soft lips clinging on your shaft.

"Mmhmm" Sakura responses in a moan that vibrates through your core. Her tongue slips out in an attempt to tease your slit before pulling back at the last moments, denying you the bliss.

"Sakura. Don't tease" You say. No, you plead. A raw animalistic hunger have been ignited within you that only Sakura can suffice.

She pulls back with a 'pop', freeing your cock from the warmth of her oral hole. She runs a thumb undee your head, which is now wet with her drool.

"Well, come and claim your prize"

It's not a term you are unfamiliar with and you instantly understand her words. Sakura doesn't feel like pleasuring you today. She wants you to use her to pleasure yourself. She wants you to fuck her face.

"Kinky today, aren't we?"

Sakura is spared no time to answer as your cock instantly penetrates her rosy lips back into her mouth. Your hand naturally tie her raven locks into a makeshift ponytail to aid your actions. Slowly, you push in. More than half of your length have disappeared into her wet hole before Sakura gags.

"Fuck. I'm fine. Just haven't done it for a while. Try again"

Sakura says between coughs after you have pulled your cock out from her mouth.

Once again, you line your cock with her lips and push in, a bit more forcefully this time. The head disappears then half of the length. Another inch follows and soon you have your whole cock buried deep in Sakura's throat. As you press her nose to your pelvis, you are washed over by a wave of pure ecstasy that rival no others. And it gets even better when Sakura looks up with those watery eyes, her mouth stuff full of your cock.

You are too impatient to savour the moment. A tight grip on her hair once again and you start bucking your hips. Sakura stays there, letting you stuff her mouth with your meat pole as symphonies of gags and chokes escape her throat.

"I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke"

There's no song better suited for the ocassion. It's as if Sakura is expressing the lyrics through her own actions. And she makes a damn good actress.

The saliva spill, making a wet mess that clings on her shirt, which has now turned transparent, as you let the nerve wrecking feeling of Sakura's tight throat gudies your movement. It's an unending cycle of lust and filth - each thrust making you crave for another. Because no one can take your cock like Sakura. And it's proven in the way she effortlessly lets it fuck her throat.

Sakura have always been the vanilla kind when it comes to sex. She prefers the slwo sensual ones that involves a lot of lip and tongue action. You have to be the one to initiate all the wilder options. Let her ride you and soon, she will be bending over, her lips pressed on yours while her other lips make their slow descend and ascend on your shaft.

Not that you balme her. You get to fuck her all the same. But you can't help but wonder if Sakura have been hiding this new face of hers all along after seeing the sudden change.

It's all in her eyes. The way she seems to be begging you to show no mercy through those spilling pearly tears. She's the one being used but you almost feel like it's quite the opposite.

Sakura doesn't yield and gag reflex seems to be an unfamiliar word to her. The piston of your hips do nothing to break the smoldering eye contact and her throat that happily welcomes each and every one of your thrusts.

Once more, you cut off Sakura's air supply - your hands keeping a tight grip on her head as you bury your cock to the hilt in her inviting throat again. You hold the position, all too aware of the addicting feeling her tight throat. It's the way its warmth engulfs you. Its lethal grip. The gags that come out muffled.

You feel the end already approaching. Your cock is already throbbing dangerously, wanting nothing more than to spill all that protein rich cum down her throat. But that's not gonna happen today. Your load needs to be stored somewhere else.

You barely manage to pull out your cock before it explodes. Sakura lets out a loud gag as globs of saliva pours like a waterfall. The floor is now coated with mixture of her juice and drool. And there couldn't be a prettier sight.

"Haa...haa....fuck, that was good"

The woman whom you just used like a sextoy isn't your wife. She's not an angel today. Maybe it has been that way all this time. Maybe you have been too naive to see through that mask of hers. She's a devil in disguise. Or something worse. And hotter.

"Are you gonna pound me over the counter or what?"

Sakura is on her feet once again. Her shirt no longer serving its purpose as it's now completely transparent from all her gag induced drool. You can get a clear view of those perky nipples that are the tastiest things in the world.

"That's the plan"

You answer.

"Good"

Sakura turns, bending over the counter to brace the oncoming onslaught of your cock. Her pussy is still dripping despite the tonguebath you gave earlier. This woman is insatisable.

"What are you waiting for?"

The arch of her back and those white cheeks almost glowing in the morning sun becomes too hard to resist. You take your righteous position behind her before lining your tip with her slick folds. There's no need for foreplay. Her hole is already lubed up well enough with her own juice. You take a breath, then penetrates.

Sakura mewls as your cock ease its way inch by inch into her tight cavern. Her walls clench on the foreign object that enters that's not too foreign with the amount of times it has made the same entrance. They grip you tight, almost like a virgin's. You expect Sakura's holes to be molded to your shape after all those relentless poundings but they are still as stubborn as ever.

"Fuck, that cock is filling me up so well"

You pull back and push in. The walls part easier this time as if they recognize your cock now. Not bragging but you take pride in the size of your 8 incher cock. And Sakura's the only one you can brag it to. So you would make the most out of it.

Your fingers that press on the sides of her waist keep her in place as you pick up the pace. Each thrust opens more room in Sakura's wet hole, giving you an easier trip. In no time, you are given free rein. Your shaft slips and enters Sakura with no more trouble, which is a clear signal for you to start breeding her.

"Yesss. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me"

There's nothing stopping you at this point. The sinful sound of flesh against flesh echoes in the kitchen as your pelvis meets Sakura's cheeks rapidly. The way they jiggle each time you make contact fuels the fire within you that's already at its peak temperature.

For the time being, only you and Sakura exist. Nothing can disturb you from the animalistic sounds Sakura's making as she feels your cock stretching her out. She moans and mewls and begs and curses. All these actions a clear reminder that you are doing all the right things to leave her a writhing, boneless mess after you are done.

"Oh god.....it's getting even bigger inside me"

Sakura might be no stranger to your cock that won't stop until it has filled her up to the brim but she's only human. Her legs threaten to give out from the intensity of your thrusts. Her fingers not so strong enough to keep their grip on the counter.

"What-"

Sakura protests as your cock exits her but her surpirse doesn't last long. A grunt escapes her lips as your shaft reenters her with a force so great it finally takes away the last of her breath.

Her fingers give out and her face hangs on the edge of the counter as her arms droop lazily. Her legs are not so different, which are now trembling like crazy. Sakura makes a sound somewhat like a growl and soon, she's creaming all over your cock again.

You pull out your shaft to let the waterfall of her squirt pour freely onto the kitchen floor which can't get any dirtier. Your hand meets her supple cheeks in a loud clap and her hole squirts out even more juice. You repeat the action until her white flesh has been rendered red and her pussy is clenching onto nothing.

"Big D stand for big demeanor

I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya"

You surely make Sakura bust but that's far from the conclusion. You have given Sakura relief and now she's gonna repay the debt.

"Wait- I'm still sensitive. Don't-"

You won't listen to her complaints. Your dick is throbbing and it needs to be buried in her deepest depths. And you give in to its cravings.

Sakura has been silenced. Her vocal chords already fail her. There's nothing she can do to stop you from using her spent hole for your pleasure. So she just lays there like a broken doll and lets herself be bred.

Her walls have become so slit with all the juice that you don't even feel the friction anymore. Pounding her becomes the easiest task in the world. Your cock have stretched her out in every possible direction. There's nothing more to be done except use her newly curved pussy.

You must have done such a good job because Sakura's pussy have solely become the perfect tool for your pleasure. It grips and hugs your cock in all the best ways as you chase your high.

"Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet ass pussy

Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet ass pussy"

More than a bucket and a mop would be needed to clean up the mess Sakura have made. And soon, you are gonna make the task even more tedioua by adding your cum to the mixture. Sakura's body gives a slight jolt as your thrusts turn ferral. Your cock is throbbing, aching for release. Wet, filthy squelches fill the room from top to bottom. You are so close. A thrust. Some more. And then-

You are spilling everything you have into Sakura's cunt. All the hot, thick, gooey cum in your balls are being pumped into Sakura at full force. The relief follows sooner. Spurts after spurts ejected into her until there's no more left and you are left feeling like you have run a marathon.

All your fertile fluid spills out from her used hole as you pull out. Even in her broken state, Sakura's pussy is still pulsing like it wants more. You admire your handiwork. The broken doll you have made, which is Sakura; with your cum dripling steadily out of her hole, face down and ass up.

"Good morning to you too"

On the table, along with the burnt breakfast, the theme song of your morning session is coming to an end.

"There's some whores in this house

There's some whores in this house"

And there surely was a whore in this house this morning.

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Dani has a too many break-ups for Danny’s heart to handle as an older brother- So he gives her a criteria that her next boyfriend needs to fit for Danny to approve of their relationship. 

Dani was really excited about her new boyfriend. He was witty, and charming, knew how to sword fight and was absolutely stunning. He loved his family, was passionate about animals and social justice causes, and he was an artist! She had a thing for green eyes, and hey, he was actually super chill about them having flexible schedules to see each other (she had vigilante shit to do that she couldn’t explain)! It’s been going on for a few months and she’s honestly ready for him to meet Danny & Jazz but... 

The last time she was home it was for a broken heart and Danny was beside himself with worry over her. He made the guys recently deceased ancestors come forward to speak on his behalf and it was Mortifying- Danny was ready to throw down. And Dani had to admit, it was super sweet that her big brother cared so much. He’d happily given a shovel talk to each of her partners when she brought them home and he’d happily tried to bond with them and integrate into their lives. Danny always allowed her to make mistakes but respected her choices to only ever ask two questions when a new partner came into the picture: Do they make you happy? Do they treat you well? 

This last time he made a simple request, just could they please fit this one criteria? 

The thought comes to her unfortunately when she’s making out with her perfect match, her soul mate, this beautifully stabby man Damian Wayne, that she should bring up the deal breaker. Her brother gave her literally one request for her next partner, and by the ancients she didn’t want to disappoint Danny. 

Pulling away from her boyfriends kiss for just a moment, Dani quickly asks “Sorry, Sorry, it’s just...Have you ever died before?” 

Damian’s look of confusion and then concern grew on his normally collected face, which told her more than enough. 

“Okay great!” And she leaned back in, only to realize that he’s pulled back. 

“Would... Would you care to explain why you just asked me that?” Damian was doing his best to not jump to conclusions.

“Sorry, I just got in my head a bit about how you’re like, the light of my life and I want you to meet my family and then my brain wandered, before you did that thing with your teeth, to the fact that my brother kind of requested... um, well, he just asked that my next partner be, uh, don’t freak out if this sounds weird, but uh, be dead.” 

“He...He wants your partner to be dead.” 

“Well, Dead adjacent is perfectly normal in my family! It’s not like a whole thing! You’ve died before, so he’ll absolutely love you! And he’ll love you even more because you love me!” She smiles as brilliantly as the stars.

Damian isn’t sure for a second, but eventually asks: “Your family is ‘dead adjacent’ and you want me to meet them?” to which she happily confirms. 

“Do you... Wish to know how I-” Damian begins but she cuts him off “No! Never, I would never ask that of you. He won’t ask either! He actually has a better vision for these things so it probably won’t even come up! How does next Tuesday work?” 

“That should be fine, however, well...On the subject of family expectations ... Is it even possible that you might be a vigilante?” Damian’s worries melt away when his girlfriend smiles and lunges forward to kiss him. 

Families could have such weird expectations, you know? 

[hitomisuzuya]

Hello and happy birthday in advance (?)

I would like to request smut with stepbrother Scara. Like they’re on a camping trip with their family and their parents let them share a tent thinking nothing of it. Does that makes sense? I hope.

Stepcest (DNI if it makes you uncomfortable) Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Semi public sex in a tent. Degradation. Creampie. Fingersucking.

Thank you so much❤️ This request is pretty hot, ngl😳

Scaramouche acted like a brat in every sense of the word finding out he was being subjected to a family camping trip. He didn't give anyone an inch with his attitude. Until he found out he was going to be sharing a tent with you. He thought it was going to be a painfully long weekend, with forced family fun with which he would spend said long weekend with an aching cock.

While he waited for the moms to fall asleep in their tent, he played with and fingered your pussy into a sloppy mess underneath the blanket. He only got up to say goodnight to the moms to make sure they were asleep before he helped himself to the real treat of the weekend: his precious, delicate step sister.

Scaramouche smirked hearing your muffled moans behind the hand he kept over your mouth. His cock pulsed seeing tears of pleasure welling into your eyes, your body quaking each time his cock head kissed into your sweet spot. He pulled out half way just to feel the overwhelming pleasure of bottoming out all at once, stretching you suddenly apart while your pussy clutched like a well fitted glove on his cock.

He kept his hand below your nose so you could still breathe, of course. He knew with how good he was fucking you that it was hard to breathe enough as it was. To tease you, he leaned down and purred quietly into your ear: "I am sure even the animals can hear you struggling not to moan like a slut impaled on your step brother's cock."

Your back arched off the blankets, a muffled mewl keening behind his hand. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head feeling you clench tighter on his cock. He is getting off on seeing you struggle not to moan and scream for him.

Scaramouche took his hand off your mouth, pushing his index finger past your lips. "Here. Suck on this and be quiet, whore," He murmured in your ear, swallowing back his own moans as he drove his hips relentlessly into yours.

Your watery eyes lit up, eagerly curling your tongue around his beautiful finger, happily sucking on it. "That's a good girl," He groaned quietly. Now that he has you placated, he could fuck his cock into you as he pleased.

The last thing he needed was to get caught. Not like anything or anyone could've kept him away from you.

You wrapped one of your arms around him, your hips rocking and bucking into his. Your fingernails dug into the skin on his shoulder, the fingers of your other hand dipping down to rub your clit. His cock pulsed harder inside of you as he feasted his eyes on you touching yourself. He was just making you feel that fucking good.

"Aww, you want to cum on your step brother's cock so badly, don't you, slut?" He purred degradation in your ear. You nodded, lapping your tongue on his finger. Hearing you muffle a particularly loud whimper on his finger, drool pooling from the corner of your mouth, he pushed his finger into your throat.

You quietly gagged on it, pinching and rubbing your clit as your legs shook. The dominant way with which he performed such a small action only made you melt more underneath him, more wet dripping between your legs.

"I told you fucking be quiet," He hissed in your ear, nuzzling your neck. God, he wanted to make you scream so badly while he made you cum like he did whenever the moms weren't at home. He picked up his pace, knowing that if you didn't cum soon you really would start screaming in a way that even his fingers couldn't stifle.

Just in case, he pushed a second finger into your mouth, pumping them slowly in and out. The tent rustled softly as you writhed, your throat convulsing on his fingers as you gagged on them again. He skimmed his thumb across your lower lip in encouragement.

You blushed at the tender action. Not for the first time, you realized just how in love with your step brother you are. Scaramouche's heart fluttered seeing such a longing, loving look in your eyes. Such adoration, and all for him.

You whined softly as Scaramouche suddenly took his fingers out of your mouth. Sliding his hand underneath the back of your head, he hastily raised it up to crash his lips into yours. His tongue greedily explored your mouth, swallowing your moans as he drove his cockhead into your sweet spot.

Scaramouche's kisses always stunned you, stole the breath from your lungs. You were so lost in him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his cock poking a buldge up in your stomach that the knot of your orgasm suddenly broke apart.

He moaned huskily into your mouth, his body shaking as your release flooded onto his cock. He batted your hand away, preferring to rub your clit and nurse you through your orgasm. The deeper you are in love with him the better. He needed that more than anything.

Scaramouche tore his mouth off of yours, covering your mouth again as his head fell into your neck. He grit his teeth in momentary frustration knowing he couldn't sink his teeth in next to your throat, and mark you while his cock emptied itself inside of you. He was starting to remember why he'd been against this silly camping trip.

He couldn't have his way with you like he was used to.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," He mumbled in your ear, his tongue sweeping out along your neck to ground himself as his cock ribboned cum inside of you. You squirmed to his delight, feeling the pulses of his cock as he painted your walls.

Your eyes were hazy when Scaramouche finally pulled out of you, panting. Once he rolled over onto his back, you pressed a quick kiss on his lips before slipping underneath the covers. He couldn't stop his moan feeling your tongue starting to lick and suck his cock clean.