#but like. making fun of his nose / hands / feet / etc

[rainbow-wolf120]

This was funnier in my head-

[rinhaler]

can I make a request pretty please?? step-brother Satoru no penetration 🤤

omg thank you for this req I had so much fun with it! I haven't written anything in so long and I'd like to say this is the start of the comeback but I don't wanna lie LOL

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, step brother!satoru, stepcest, virgin!reader, fingering mention, love bites, tit sucking, pussy job, photo taking ++ filming!, use of nii-chan, pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart etc.), manipulative!gojo.

words: 3.3k

“You’re lying.” Suguru says with ease, nose scrunching at the sight of his best friend grinning from ear to ear. A smirk that he knows, without a doubt, wouldn’t be on his face if he were a liar.

“I did.” he continues to smile. “She came in my room last night, said she was scared ‘cause she had a nightmare.”

“… And?”

“And, I dunno, man. She said she wanted to sleep but we were talking. Kept getting closer and closer ‘n we started making out.”

Suguru smiles, dumbfounded by the statement. He still can’t believe he’s being honest. But he looks at him, still smiling, only to say: “You made out with your little sister?”

“Don’t be weird. She’s my step sister, it ain’t the same.” he says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as he thinks about it. “She’s cute though, right? Think she’s a virgin, too.”

“She seems like one.” Suguru says plainly. “Come on, then. What else happened? I know you wouldn’t bring it up if you didn’t have something real to brag about.”

“… You know me well.” Satoru smirks. “… I just fingered her a little. Barely touched her ‘n she came like—”

“A virgin?” he chuckles, cutting him off as he speaks.

“Exactly.” Satoru smirks.

Suguru folds his arms and relaxes into his seat. He looks around, making sure no one is listening before he speaks again.

“Prove it.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t believe you, Satoru.” he laughs lightly, leaning forward again. “I don’t believe you fingered your little sister because it didn’t happen. She let you do that because she had a nightmare? Please. Girls like you, but not that much.”

“You know what?” he stands up, irritation evident in his tone before he laughs, too. He regains his composure, effortlessly, leaning over the table between them. “I’m not gonna chase her, I’ll let her come to me. And I’ll film it for you.”

“No, you’re not. It didn’t happen and it won’t happen.” Suguru snickers.

“We’ll see.” he says, finality in his voice before he turns to walk away. He waves without looking behind him, unaware of his best friend grinning wickedly behind his back.

“You’re too easy, Satoru.” he says to himself quietly.

He feels your eyes on him, and it’s almost constant. Your face flushes with heat each time he grants you the honour of looking back at you, a lazy, cocky grin etched on his face. You instantly look down at your feet or your hands when he does, unable to shake the events of last night out of your mind.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’ve been quiet all night. Are you getting sick?” your mother asks, obvious concern in her words as you sit between her legs. You’ve been letting her braid your hair over and over again for no real reason other than she finds it soothing. She stops, though, pressing the backs of her fingers to your cheek. “You’re burning up!”

“I-I’m fine.” you say, voice almost warning her to stop as Satoru can’t help but look at you again. It’s embarrassing enough to have her fuss over you in front of your older brother who is so obviously cooler than you’ll ever be. But seeing that obnoxious smirk on his face, both of you knowing the real reason you’re so flustered, makes it a million times worse.

“Did something happen, little sis? You almost look embarrassed.” Satoru grins, eyes glittering as he stares at you. You abruptly jump to your feet, body stiffening at the implication of his words.

“I said I’m fine!” you yell. “I’m gonna go to bed, g’night.” you say, hastily rushing off before anyone can stop you.

Satoru and your mother look at each other, and he acts oblivious. He pretends he can’t possibly imagine what’s gotten into you. But eventually, he smiles, standing up not long after you and heading towards the kitchen.

“I’ll get her a glass of water,” he tells your mother, placing a hand on her shoulder and offering the warmest, insincere smile he can. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Thank you, Satoru.” she smiles up at him. “You’re such a good boy.”

There’s a knock at your door not long after you get comfortable in your bed. You hope if you ignore it long enough, they’ll think you’re already asleep. But of course, you’re mindlessly scrolling through your phone trying to distract your intense thoughts.

“It’s barely been five minutes, princess.” your brother tells you from behind the door. He waits a few beats for a response, but you don’t give him one. You jolt when your door creaks open, quickly hiding your phone underneath your pillow and feigning sleep.

You hear the gentle thud of a glass hitting a coaster as he sets it down on your bedside table. He doesn’t leave after that, but he doesn’t say anything, either. He simply watches over you and you can’t help but panic. It’s like you’re being assessed, whether you’re really sleeping or not.

Your brother isn’t stupid, though. You both know that. He knows as well as you do that you’re wide awake. And yet, whatever snide comment you’re expecting him to make doesn’t come. Nothing but silence settles between the two of you. And soon enough, you wonder if he’s going to watch over you like this all night.

But instead, you hear movement. And then you are moving. Your body sinks as he places a knee on your mattress and you dip a little closer to his body as he crouches over you. His nose breathes softly against your cheek as once again, he doesn’t move or speak for a few uncomfortable beats.

“Goodnight, sis.” he whispers in your ear, and your body reflexively trembles from the vibration of his words. He always speaks so softly to you, whether he’s teasing you or being genuine. It’s a dead give away that you’re awake, so you decide to scrunch your eyes closed tighter. He chuckles softly, at that. Giving your temple a chaste kiss before pulling away.

“S-Satoru…” you say meekly, He stops when he hears you, changing his position to sit comfortably.

“Are you done playing pretend, now?” he smiles. “What is it? Look at your nii-chan if you've got something to say.”

You shuffle awkwardly as you angle your body to look at him, glistening blue eyes stare down at you while you feel your words begin to choke in your throat. It’s as if you have lumps of sand lodged in there. He tucks a stray hair out of your face and behind your ear, your eyes instinctively flutter closed. And even without being able to see, you can feel his smirk on you.

“Last night…” you start, looking at him to gauge his reaction. But his face is stoic, giving nothing away as you scramble to piece together the rest of your sentence. “It was… bad.”

“I know.” he replies. And it shocks you a little. You hadn’t expected him to say that, you thought he’d be proud. He’s been teasing you about it, after all. Making little comments and trying to make you crumble at any given moment.

“You—” you say, losing track of what you even want to say to him. “O-Okay… well, goodnight Sato—”

“Been thinking about it all day, though, haven’t you?” he grins. And there he is. This is more like what you’d expected. And soon enough, you’re burning up again. The dim light bleeding through the cracks of your door isn’t enough for him to see what he’s done to you again. But he’s sure he knows. You’re so easy to tease, after all. “Was that your first time?”

You don’t react, you roll back onto your side and fold your arms. He chuckles a little, at that. Your petulant reaction is just so cute. He smooths a heavy hand over your hair, feeling a few of the small braids still in your hair from your mother. He stands up, and you feel the mattress return to where it belongs.

“If you have another nightmare, you know where my room is. Goodnight.” he says calmly before departing.

Yeah, right. Like you’re ever gonna do that again.

Fuck.

It’s been hours since you came to bed. You slept for around an hour but now you’re wide awake. That’s always been your curse when you go to bed earlier than usual. You wake up at an ungodly hour and can’t get back to sleep until daybreaks.

You’ve spent a while reading since that usually helps you drift off. But no such luck tonight, not when Satoru is still raging through your mind.

He was right, after all. It was the first time you’ve done anything like that with a boy. And it was your step brother of all people. You’re ashamed, but you can’t get it out of your head. He’s such a good kisser. His lips are soft and his tongue played with your own so divinely.

Your pussy begins to throb as you think about the way he touched you. The way he made you cum. He had to cover your mouth so you didn’t disturb your parents. It becomes to much, and before you know it your hand slithers between your thighs. You’re eager to chase the high he gave you the previous night.

But, of course, he’s ruined you now. Your own fingers aren’t going to cut it anymore. It doesn’t feel nearly as nice as what he did. The way he alternated toying with your tits to rubbing your clit. The way he had you whimpering like a kicked puppy as his fingers plunged into your untouched walls. Your toes curled as he delved deeper to find your pressure point and abused it until your eyes crossed and you drooled all over his palm.

And you slept so soundly afterwards.

Without giving it a second thought, you throw off your duvet and get out of bed. The line has already been crossed now. What does it matter if you do it again? It’s not that bad. It’s not like you’re actually related. And it’s a nice feeling, knowing that someone as popular and cool as Satoru has taken an interest in you.

You always see girls flirting with him in the hallways while you’re with your friends at college. Even they fawn over how hot your step brother is. He’s got more than enough attention. And yet, for now, he seems the most interested in you.

As you reach his room, you knock gently on the door. It’s quiet, though you can hear the TV playing. Eventually, you hear him hum, a subtle signal for you to come in.

“Hello again.” he smiles. “Did you have another nightmare, sweetheart?”

“… Mhmm…” you nod, lying effortlessly. He pats the space on the bed beside himself and you hurry over to him. “C-Can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I know.” he says, not even looking at you as he talks. You have no idea what he’s watching, but he seems to be more fixated on it than he is on you. “But you were right. It is wrong, what we did. You can sleep here since you’re scared. Just sleeping, though.”

You freeze at his words, not expecting this response at all. Had you blown it by saying that earlier? Did you leave it too long to come to his room, giving him too much time to think and have the same realisation that you had after last night?

“… Don’t wanna sleep.” you tell him. And that, gives him cause to look at you. “That was my first time… with a boy c-can’t stop thinking about it, Satoru.”

“You’re gonna have to. It was a mistake.” he warns you. “I shouldn’t have done that with you, ‘m meant to be taking care of you and looking out for you. Took advantage—”

“No! No. I wanted you to do it.” you assure him. “All my friends like you… ‘n I pretend I don’t see it but I’ve had a crush on you since we met… so I’m glad I got to do that with you. And I wanna do it again.”

“… you’re cute. You’ve got a crush on me, hah?” he laughs lightly, pulling you closer to him. He grabs your jaw, thumb smoothing over your cheekbone as he looks between your eyes and lips. “You think I didn’t already know that, sweetheart?”

“S-Shut up.” you stutter, barely able to look at him. He forces you to, though. Piercing blue eyes stare into yours as he silently waits for an acknowledgement of what he’s about to do. And you offer it, leaning closer to him before he meets you halfway. His lips press against yours, and you feel him smile when he hears a moan accidentally leave you.

He moves you so that you’re flat against his mattress with your head in the pillows, caging you below him. You wrap your arms around him as he lowers himself to kiss you again, you moan as he pushes your legs apart so that he can hump his growing bulge against your sleep shorts.

“Satoru… touch me, please.” you beg, mewling as he bites your lower lip as he pulls away. You allow him better access to your body as he kisses your neck, sucking deeply against it to sign his name in pretty blue blooms.

“Wanna do somethin’ else, tonight.” he tells you. Your eyes open a little further as you look down at him. He grabs your vest, helping you remove it to expose your tits to him. “I wanna feel good, too.” he explains, cupping your breasts and suctioning his lips around one of your nipples.

You freeze as he speaks, but you can’t wriggle away from him.

“’m not ready to go all the way, nii-chan…” you whisper. He shushes you, quickly swirling his tongue around your other nipple before relinquishing it with an obscene pop.

“I know you aren’t, don’t worry.” he stands on his knees, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts. You help move your body as he slowly peels them off you, a sodden patch in the seat of your shorts makes him smile. And it becomes more devilish as he sees the culprit at the apex of your thighs. “You’re drenched, such a good girl for nii-chan.”

“Fuck… stop it. S’embarrassing.” you tell him.

“No.” he responds, pushing your legs further apart to admire the way your tiny virgin hole clenches around nothing. You could barely take his fingers, he can’t imagine what you’d be like if he slipped you his length. “Can I take a picture? Look so pretty, baby. Don’t wanna forget it.” he asks you.

“U-Um…” you struggle. He looks at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. And despite your better judgement arguing not to do this. You nod. For him, you can’t help it. You nod dumbly and proudly. He thinks you’re pretty. Of course you’ll let him take a photo.

It doesn’t really matter, anyway, when he’s taking snaps of your body rather than your face. You hear a vocal sound leave him that’s not quite a moan, almost a desperate grunt and he frees his cock from his sweats and begins to touch himself. His phone still in his hand as he jerks himself off over your body.

You’re none the wiser when he scrolls along his camera app and selects the video function, pressing the big red button as he focuses the camera on your pussy as he slaps his cock head on your swollen clit.

“Promise I won’t put it in, baby…” he assures you. “Gonna let me feel good with you, though, yeah?” he asks, the tacky sound of your pussy coating his tip is the loudest sound in the room, even with the TV playing in the background.

“Yeah… please. Wanna cum f’you…” you plead, jolting as he slaps his cock down on your pussy, sandwiching his cock between your folds. He slowly begins to rocks his hips, his pretty cockhead cautiously catching on your clit with each roll. You silence yourself, covering your mouth with your hand as lazy strokes become overwhelming.

“Baby… will you let me take a video of you?” he says, it’s low and guttural, somewhat out of character for your elder brother. It’s almost as if he’s losing his senses as he kisses your clit with his cock. “Won’t show anyone… promise.”

“S-Satoru… I— I dunno…” you whisper, whimpering a little as he grabs his cock and smacks it against your folds. He raises the camera, and you can’t help but look directly in the lens. “Is that on?” you ask meekly. He nods, smirking.

“Don’t make me turn it off, pretty girl. You look so good f’me, y’know? Wanna remember it forever.” he tells you. He watches as you swallow thickly, knowing what’s happening between you is becoming actual evidence. You nod, though. You want to keep being his pretty girl.

“O-Okay, Satoru…”

“No, want the camera to know who’s dick is gonna make you cum. Go ahead, look at the camera ‘n say it, baby.”

“Satoru…” you say again, but he shakes his head. Your eyes roll back as he delivers a particularly harsh thrust between your lips, rubbing so perfectly on your sensitive pearl that you squeak pathetically. “Nii-chan! Nii-chan is gonna make me— cum…”

“Goooood girl, that’s right…” he grins, lowering the camera to capture what is happening to make you sound so pitiful for him. “Nii-chan’s gonna make your pretty pussy feel good.”

Soon enough, you’re stifling yourself once again as he picks up the pace. The sticky sounds emiting from between your legs has your body heat rising. Your shimmering skin isn’t lost to the camera as you break out in a sweat. Whether it’s shame, embarrassment, arousal, or a deadly concoction of each, it doesn’t matter. The cool flickering light from the TV behind Satoru captures it all perfectly.

“You’re so shy baby, makes you even cuter.” he tells you. “You’re shakin’… gonna cum f’me?”

You nod, again, still too terrified to risk removing your hand from your mouth for fear of alerting your parents to the twisted tryst taking place in your big brother’s room.

“Love this little pussy, gonna let me fuck you one day, yeah?” he asks, but doesn’t expect an answer. He will. He’s determined. The thought of being the first to corrupt your tiny virgin slot is driving him wild. It’s evident in the way he’s bucking his hips, barely even aware to the way you’re pussy begins to clench and your toes curl.

You moan, boisterously, into your hand. And it’s the only thing that coaxes him out of his train of thought. But it’s too late to think clearly. He’s already sputtering pretty globs of cum as white as his hair on your clit and tummy. Your pussy lips decorated so sweetly in your big brother’s love as he moans and drops down from his high.

It was short, but sweet.

He’d be embarrassed if he thought you had something to compare it to.

It’s your own fault he didn’t last longer, you came first. And your pussy is made for him. He’s sure of that, now. He’s especially sure when he lowers the camera to perfectly capture your twitching hole and messy folds. Before raising it again to record your face. Hard evidence for Suguru, he needs to make sure he knows he wasn’t lying.

“Nii-chan… please.” you pout. “Promise you won’t show anyone else? S’embarrassing…”

“Awe, you think I’d do that to you?” he smirks, leaning down to kiss you. “C’mon. Who’d I even show?”

“I dunno…”

“I promise, baby. It’s our little secret.”

© 2024 rinhaler

[sinsofsummers]

insatiable

1.3k | marc spector x f!reader

summary: you can never get enough of marc. and marc? he's not complaining. warnings: literally nothing but smut (duh), oral (m receiving), fingering, marc being a little shit, whimpering, begging, masturbation (f), throat-fucking, etc.

Giving Marc head during the worst possible times of his day is your version of fun.

There's nothing quite like the look of unbridled desire that blooms in his eyes every time he sees you sink to your knees in front of him, a pleading smile on your lips..

"Please, baby, I'm busy," he'll always say, as if to protest. But you know he just says it for show; he'll never stop thanking his lucky stars for how desperately insatiable you can be.

Because when your throat feels empty, it feels hollow, and the only thing that can make you return to yourself is his thick, veiny cock stuffed down your throat until your nose brushes the coarse patch of hair at the base.

If he's about to fall asleep? No better bedtime story than the sound of you gagging on the swollen head of his cock touching the back of your throat, your hands splayed on his thighs for balance.

He's on the phone? You'll kneel before him like a zealot bends to pray, and you'll take him into your mouth without a word, hardly even a look into his eyes, while he stifles his moans.

He comes home from another hard day as Moon Knight? You're there for him, ready to pull him down to the bed and let him lose his worries with your mouth around him.

And now? He's just gotten out of the shower, towel draped sinfully low on his hips, his chest a canvas of scars and muscles and droplets of water that still run down the rivets of his stomach.

You've been trying to distract yourself with...well, anything, but that's been awfully hard considering your favorite man is in much need of a relaxing shower. You'd almost gone in with him, but had refrained when you saw the hard look in his eye.

You could be his treat after the shower. Besides, you'd convinced yourself, he needed those quiet moments to come back to himself from a long day.

Of course, the temptation had been so strong that you'd had to resort to sinking your hand into your shorts to keep yourself from interrupting his alone time.

"Look at you," he muses when he steps out of the bathroom, leaning down to drop a kiss on your head. "Keeping yourself busy, I see?"

Your eyes open at the sound of his voice, and you can feel the droplets of water from his hair land on your arm. It cools your hot skin, and your fingers stop circling your clit. "Couldn't help myself," you shrug with a smirk, "what else am I s'posed to do when I know you're just a few feet away, looking as good as you do?"

His smirk remains on his face, but you swear you can see it grow wider when he flits his eyes down to where your hand has disappeared under the soft material of your lounge shorts. "You want something, sweetheart?" he teases, and your face burns.

"Only you," you reply, your voice thick. Pulling your hand from your shorts, you hold out your shining fingers to his mouth, tapping them against his bottom lip before placing them over your tongue, gently sucking your sweet juices from your own fingertips.

"C'mere," you coo. "Wanna taste you, Marc."

It doesn't take much more than that to get him to drop his towel, laying back on the bed with his feet dangling off the edge, just enough to reach the floor. His cock is already half-mast, a delicious challenge for you to conquer. Before you put your mouth over his tip, he reaches out to tug at your waistband. "Lemme see that pretty pussy, baby," he says, his voice always a quiet command. "I wanna hear you play with yourself while you suck my cock."

You bite your lip with a grin and obey. You usually allow him these little requests; it makes him feel like he's in control for the few minutes before you've got him writhing and whimpering beneath you.

With one hand on your clit, rubbing rhythmic circles on your bundle of nerves, breathy moans dropping from your lips, you lift your eyes to his and open your mouth, taking him softly.

At first. You like to watch his lips quiver as he tries to hold in the desperate moans. No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Marc's moans remain loud and plentiful, turning into an unforgettable chorus of whines when you inevitably take him down to the base of his cock.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, throwing his arm over his face. "You know just how to make me feel better, honey. That's it, fuck—"

His voice catches when you moan around him, the vibrations stiffening his cock in an instant. Your throat is deliciously full, and you hollow your cheeks for a moment, sucking hard and fast to watch him crumble to pieces.

Now you've got him where you want him.

"Do I make you feel good, Marc?" you ask sweetly when you lift your mouth from him for a moment's reprieve.

It's all he can do to nod, a whine squeezing its way from his throat. "Always so good, doll," he heaves, his hips straining up from the bed. "I wanna—please—"

You dip your tongue down and swirl it gently around his tip, lapping up the precum with an appreciative moan. "Ask nicely, baby," you tease him, your hand curling around his length and delivering a courteous, languid stroke.

His hips stutter. "More, please," he breathes. "Wanna fuck your throat. Please."

For a moment, you pause to look at him. He looks absolutely wrecked. You've never gotten him this desperate so quickly. "And you say I'm insatiable," you murmur. "Come on, Marc. Fuck my throat. Play with me how you want."

His hands come down to the back of your head with almost no warning but a, "thank fuck," and then your eyes are squeezing shut as he plants his feet to the ground, bucking his hips faster and harder into your mouth, watching your hair fall into your eyes.

"That's it, baby," he mutters, and you relish in the deep gravelly tone that his voice takes. "Want me to come down this pretty throat?"

You can't even reply; his hips don't stop until his groans grow louder, and longer, and his hands grip your hair in tight fists, nearly pulling it out from the roots. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well," he hums. "Gonna come, baby, gonna—"

He loses all coherence when he comes, and it's music to your ears as his hips stutter once more before falling back to the bed, his hands still pulling you to the base of his cock as he pulses, painting the walls of your throat with his release.

When he loosens his grip, you lift your head and swallow, swiping a finger under your lip to catch any drops that might have fallen. Nothing but a smug chuckle passes your lips.

"What?" he asks, his chest heaving and lined in a sheen of sweat.

Your hand returns to your core, having removed it when he was fucking your throat. "Nothing," you say, feigning innocence. "It's just..."

His lips curl up. "Lemme take care of you, baby," he says with a hand reaching for you. Despite his fatigue, his arms are strong as he pulls you up on the bed. "Wanna return the favor," he murmurs, and his hands find your hips, pulling you to straddle his chest.

"Yeah?" you tease, and you can't help but wonder how fucked out the both of you look. No doubt your hair is knotted beyond belief, and with the way he's tugging you closer to his face, making your sopping core hover over his mouth, you're sure it'll be quite a bit longer before the two of you can clean up.

He nods feverishly with a devil's smirk and looks down at your clit, just inches from his nose. "How else would I say thank you?"

[beamiesbuddies]

Part 2: A Dream of an Autumn Garden

A few more photos of Mr. Morpheus, continuing from my post here!

As I said on the other photoset, I'm very happy & proud of him! I'm happy I decided to take my time to get him just how I wanted & edit the photos I took nicely. I hope you all love him too. Sweet dreams~

I have included a bunch of Cool Facts about how I made him under the cut if you are so inclined!

Started: Late Jan 2022 / Finished: Dec 30 2022

Approx work hours- 273 hours (worked on average every 3rd day out of 274 days; averaged 3h/session)

Times I remade something because I messed it up/wasn't happy with it: Hands- 2; Feet- 2; Head- 2.5; Body- 1; Clothes: 3

Pattern: trial, error & determination

Height: 3ft tall

Materials:

stretch jersey knit (body)

polyfill (stuffing)

brushed out acrylic yarn (hair)

star sapphire x2 (eyes)

pipe cleaner (hand armature)

wooden dowels/18 gauge wire (elbow/arm skeleton that keeps snapping I may add)

acrylic paint/pastels (shading & details)

acrylic thread (body sculpting & upper eyelashes)

stretch velvet/velvet burnout, cotton (clothes)

Fun facts:

his look was inspired by his overall appearance in the comics; I particularily like the depictions done by Jill Thompson, Mike Dringenberg & Marc Hempel!

his arms and legs are jointed in the same way as many teddy bears are: you use a washer, nut & bolt to butt-up the limb against the body internally and it gives the limbs full rotation. First time I have tried the method and it's definitely something I'll try again!

I had no idea how I was going to do the inset eyes, but I was determined to have them as some sort of stone. I had to redo his first head completely because I cut too far in! Eventually I got it to work by creating a "backcushion" with clay for the stones, and then closed and sculpted the eyelids overtop to secure them in.

You can't see in most of my photos but his eyes are star sapphire: when light hits them correctly, it causes a ✨to appear just like his eyes in the comics~!

making his hand & feet were a challenge, especially thinking about where to put the needle through to sculpt tendons, nails, etc (and also deciding how detailed to get without looking strange). I think I learned a lot tho and I'm very proud of the hands

my favorite sculpted parts are the collar bone/chest, the right hand & the nose~

because the skin is white, he gets very dirty with his black clothes, so I had to line all of them in white. He also has to soak in bleach once in a while to maintain his complexion (LOL)

A signature somehwere on his person xD

Thank you all again for your nice tags & comments so far on my work. If you guys would like for me to share some behind the scenes photos of this photoshoot, or WIP photos of me making him, let me know and if there's enough interest maybe I'll make a post down the road!

[rottiens]

What are our features that Kento, Satoru, Geto, Toji and Sukuna are obsessed with, in your opinion? (like hair, eyes, tiddies, etc.)

Disclaimer: Only physical characteristics and my personal opinion; this has no specific body type or hair in mind. Regardless of your physique, I wholeheartedly think your favorite character would love you easily, I have no doubt about that. CW: mentions of marks, bites, implication of size differences, feet.

I think Toji and Sukuna are the kind of boyfriends who are obsessed with your thighs. It makes them feel a little warm when they go out with you and you wear some outfit that highlights your thighs. They have this need to put their fingers on them whenever they can, and they're obsessed with admiring you when you're sitting down and your skirt hikes up a bit. Also, Toji loves your lips: biting them, playing with them with his fingers. He says you have the softest lips and your kisses are like those of an angel. His knees buckle when he thinks of your tongue running along his.

Sukuna is also the kind of boyfriend who loves your skin. I don't want to sound creepy, but I feel like Sukuna sees it as a canvas he can fill with kisses, little bites and marks. When you get out of the shower or after exfoliating your body, he loves to sink his nose into your neck or brush your forearms, back, etc., with the tip of his nose and feel your skin.

Suguru is a man who, while I have no doubt he loves thighs too, is a guy who loves your ass. No need to elaborate further on that. That's a yes. I should mention that he loves to see you smile; whenever you do, he immediately puts a smile on his face. Also, (no favoritism noted here lskd) he loves your hair and enjoys helping you wash and take care of it.

Satoru loves your hands. He likes to compare them to his own, intertwine his fingers with yours whenever he gets the chance, and if you're shorter than him, he makes fun of your height, but finds it adorable when you lean in so you can kiss him better. He also has a soft spot for your chest; he can't help slipping his hands under your shirt whenever you're cuddling and cradling them, without it having to be sexual.

Just like Suguru, I think Nanami really likes your hair. He loves it when you teach him how to take care of it, help you wash it and stroke your head while he holds you close and feels you falling asleep on his chest. It may sound controversial, but I'd rather die telling the truth: he likes your feet and secretly loves it when you wear painted nails. It's not my fault God chose me to tell the truth, but he's also fascinated by your back and how it looks from behind when he's [static sounds]

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Hi!! Long time lurker here. I love your stuff, it’s just so warm and comforting!! Was wondering if you could maybe do a fic about someone getting sick and being a bit over dramatic about it, and her caretaker isn’t taking her seriously, is being sarcastic, is poking fun at them, etc… until she actually takes her temperature and realize she has way more than a little cold. I’m not picky about the characters, so please do whoever you feel is best suited if you choose to do this prompt!! -💕

Dead On Your Feet

〖Notes: It's wonderful to hear from you! I chose Natasha as our caretaker, I hope you love it ♡ 〗

〖Summary: Maybe if you had been less dramatic she would've believed you.〗

〖Word Count: 1450 〗

〖Pairing: natasha x reader〗

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“I’m dying.” You announced, dropping your chin onto Natasha’s shoulder. She rolled her eyes in the mirror and smirked, giving you a look that clearly said that she didn’t believe you. 

“I’m sure you are my dear. What kind of flowers would you like at your funeral?” She joked, applying sunscreen to her pale cheeks. The woman could go outside on a cloudy day and come back in with a raging sunburn. Her skincare routine always included sunscreen, even on days when she would only be outside for a few minutes. 

“Natty, I’m serious, I really don’t feel good.” You pouted, sniffling pathetically. She just sighed and turned, smearing a bit of sunscreen on your nose. You scrunched up your face in protest and pawed at your reddening nose. 

“You can’t get out of a run that easily. Go get changed, we’re leaving in ten.” Damnit. The run. She had been pestering you to go on a run with her for weeks now and you had finally agreed just to get her off of your back. 

The only time you ran was when you were forced into it by Cap or Tony for ‘team bonding’. How a bunch of sweaty superheroes torturing their bodies counted as ‘bonding’ you had no idea. 

Of course, she didn’t believe you, she thought that you were just trying to get out of what would probably end up being a five-mile run. With a quiet sigh and a rough cough, you went back into the bedroom and pulled out leggings and a T-shirt, mentally preparing yourself for something that you really didn't want to do. 

You trudged outside where you found Nat waiting for you by the trails, stretching the muscles in her legs in preparation. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, a wide grin on her face. Her expression melted your heart and made you feel slightly guilty. 

All that you wanted to do was make this woman happy and on any other day you would’ve felt even a little bit excited to do this with her upon seeing her so full of joy. Today though you were breathing hard after the short walk, your lungs ordering you to sit the hell down and take some medicine. 

Your head had begun to swim, the beginnings of a fever making itself known. What had started as mild congestion had turned into a constantly runny nose that no amount of sniffling helped to clear. You sniffled nonetheless, unwilling to just let it drip. 

“Ready to do this?” She asked, reaching over to squeeze your hand. You squeezed back, but you weren’t sure what to say. You were definitely not ready to do this, but refusing seemed sort of mean. 

You opened your mouth to respond, but what came out was a fit of chest-rattling coughs that bent you at the waist. The assassin rested a hand on your back while you coughed, but she didn’t seem to think that the fit was a huge deal. 

“Wow, you’re really milking it, huh?” She grumbled once you’d straightened up, one eyebrow raised in mild annoyance. You felt your cheeks flush, but you were beginning to get frustrated. 

“I'm not milking anything, could we just get this over with?” You growled in return, your voice husky and weak. Natasha said something under her breath in Russian and turned away to start running down the trail. You huffed and followed her, breaking into a slow jog. 

Keeping up with her proved absolutely impossible. Even on a good day, she was fast and you were decidedly not. That fact was made worse by what was definitely a developing fever and the congestion filling your sinuses. There was no breathing through your nose anymore, just harsh wheezing through your mouth, each breath grating against your raw throat. 

The two of you had been running for about ten minutes before you had to stop, your body crying out as it begged you to rest. You slowed to a walk and stumbled into a tree, beginning to cough heavily into your elbow. 

It wasn’t the kind of cough that one got with a tickle in their throat, no it was harsh, wet, and completely exhausting. It shook your bones and made your head spin. You took a gasping breath, your lungs finally relaxing. 

Natasha was standing a few feet ahead, her posture tense and her bright emerald eyes were full of concern. She took a few hesitant steps toward you, but you waved her off, still annoyed with her lack of care earlier. 

“I told you I didn’t feel well.” You snarked your voice barely a rasp. She looked a bit butthurt at that comment but didn’t let that get the best of her. Without a word the assassin stalked over to you and pressed the palm of her hand against your forehead, her eyes widening at whatever she felt there. 

“Holy shit.” She breathed, her expression melting into one of pure worry. She cupped your cheeks between calloused hands and brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye during the coughing fit. 

You wanted to make another snarky comment but the telltale prickle in your sinuses force you to turn away so that you could sneeze (three fucking times) into your elbow. When you looked back up your eyes were full of even more tears and your nose was running. There wasn’t a dry spot left on your sleeve and your nose was still drippy after wiping it. 

Natasha stuffed a hand into her pocket and produced a napkin. You went to take it from her but she proceeded to clean you up, muttering under her breath about how stupid she was. When she pulled away she stuffed the gross napkin back into her pocket, offering you a gentle smile. 

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have dragged you out here today.” She apologized, her voice riddled with guilt. You sniffled tiredly and shrugged, too tired to care anymore. All you wanted was to go home, but the idea of making your way back home made you feel even worse. 

“Should’ve just ignored you and gone back to sleep.” She chuckled quietly and kissed your warm forehead, grimacing slightly at the heat radiating from you. She was absolutely horrified with herself for not listening to you and was sure that later she would be beating herself up instead of sleeping, but for now, she needed to help you. 

“Can I carry you?” Wait, was she being serious? Did she want to carry you? You had no doubt that she could do it, but you were surprised that it was being offered. The shock on your face must’ve been evident because she had that look on her face that said you were gaping at her like an idiot.

“You look dead on your feet, let me give you a piggyback. I won’t tell anyone.” The redhead teased gently, bringing her typical humor to what could be considered a heavy situation. You sniffled and rubbed your bleary eyes, muffling another quiet cough into your shoulder.

“Whatever you want. I can walk.” Natasha spun around and you clambered up onto her back, feeling a bit childish and silly. Then you realized that you just didn’t have the energy to care. You wrapped your arms around her neck and put your head down on her shoulder, your eyes slipping closed almost immediately. 

When you emerged from your dream of floating in the ocean, staring at a sky full of stars, you were no longer on Natasha’s back, instead, you were laying in a soft bed, wearing totally different clothes, and there was a cool cloth resting against your forehead. 

Natasha lay beside you, her fingers tangled up in your hair as she very gently pulled her nails against your scalp in a way that always soothed you to sleep. A smile slid onto your lips and you shifted slightly, turning so that you could get closer to your beautiful girlfriend. 

“You awake?” She murmured, keeping her voice low just in case you were still sleeping. 

“Nope.” You replied, muffling a cough into the blanket. Natasha hummed and readjusted the cloth on your forehead, smiling as you sighed in pleasure. It was cool and it felt so, so nice.

“Alright, baby. When you wake up we’ll get you something to eat.” You made an incoherent sound in response, but she decided to assume that it meant okay. She would be right of course, you would do anything for the woman who you loved and you knew that she would do anything for you. Overall, dying wasn’t so bad. 

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for thots night

i feel like older bf bradley would be rlly big on doing things u like - like seeing ur fav singer together, watching what kind of movies u like, etc. his love language is quality time/physical touch & u wanna reciprocate that so u decided to go golfing w/ him one morning & u quickly learned why u guys always do things u like (i feel like bradley is fun & all but his taste in hobbies & food & stuff is just bland/vanilla) but he looks so happy so u hold in ur boredom 😭

stop 🥹😭 you know he would try so hard to be interested in the things you’re interested in. From music and tv shows to your career and hobbies — he can name your least favourite coworker just as easily as he can name your favourite song. He knows you like the back of his hand.

And it’s not effortless either. He got it wrong — a lot in the beginning — but he never stopped trying. It took him three months to learn what your hobby involves, but he would always listen to you talk about it anyway. There are times he doesn’t understand. Times he’s had a long day himself. Times he really just doesn’t want to watch that movie. But you do, so he always will.

So, finally, you force yourself along to one of his hobbies. He’s thrilled to have you joining him for Saturday morning golf, beaming the entire drive there and telling you that you’re going to be a natural at it.

You’re not so convinced. When he sits at home and watches golf, you’ve never been particularly interested. But — he has promised to let you drive the cart. You’re trying not to kick your feet as you both head to the first hole. It’s early and this is going to take all morning. It would be wrong to be bored after all the effort he makes for you, but you just can’t help it.

“I’ll go first. Watch what I do. But I can help you if you want, too.” Bradley smiles, setting his ball on the tee. You lean back and give him a convincing enough smile and nod, propping yourself against the cart.

Bradley wraps both of his palms around the end of the club. He turns his head and stared down the green. Then, he pulls the club back into a high swing. His arms flex against the black fabric of his polo, his hat twisted backwards and his caravans set on the bridge of his nose.

Torso twisted, the club is only mid-air for just a second. It gives you just enough time to see the way his thick back strains against the fabric of his shirt before he swings hard and sends the ball flying along the course.

All too quickly, he turns toward you and smiles. “Your turn, honey!”

But, there’s already a cunning grin toying on your lips as you walk over and reach for the driver in his hand. You’re sharing his until he can convince you to join him more often. Bradley hands it to you pliantly.

“Could you help me?” You ask him, sweetness pouring from your tongue, disguising your motives. Bradley nods his head and positions himself behind you.

“Alright, so your hands need to be like this,” Bradley explains, his big hands wrapping over the top of yours and guiding them along the end of the club. “And then your feet kinda like…”

He wedges his foot between yours and gently kicks your ankles further apart. Really, he’s asking for you to mess with him. So, you do. You bend pliantly at the waist and wiggle your hips back against him, “Like this?”

And it turns out that maybe golf isn’t the hobby that the two of you will enjoy together — because there’s no way that Bradley can get through eighteen holes with a boner.

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Hear Me Out

Author's Note: I want to do the hear me out cake trend but I don't have anyone to do it with so...hear me out. I'm sorry I suck at describing actions/reactions of people I will do my best or use pictures I can find and gifs and this one is basically all dialogue (photos not mine, found via Pinterest etc credit to creators)

Summary: It is no special day in particular but you and Jin are having a sleepover and both have a sweet tooth so you think it will be fun to play the Hear Me Out Cake trend you've seen online lately on live

Warnings: none really, suggestive flirting?, you and Jin are just so goofy

Characters: Friend Jin! x Friend Reader! (the fandom ships you two)

"Hi Army~~," Jin gives his smile with the dimples as he appears to be talking to himself in your bathroom mirror in the bathroom in your room. The door is open and you're waiting for him with the cake you had bought on the bed. A red velvet with vanilla icing and you were waiting patiently. There's no way you'd ever finish this whole cake alone but Jin was here and you really wanted to do this trend. You wait patiently, sitting with your feet tucked under your butt and throw on his jacket he had tossed on your bed earlier because you're cold and to calm your nerves about being in a live video for the fans, despite it being your idea as well, you bring the sleeves to your face and inhale deeply

"I'm at YN's house for a sleepover and we wanted to play this game she found and I thought ARMY would have fun-oh, this is her bathroom, she manic cleaned it earlier-," he spins to show them your bathroom

"I didn't know what to do with my hands!!" You call out and he laughs

"So yeah, we are in her bathroom"

"Jin~~~, will you come on to the bed?"

"Ope, she's always begging me to come to bed~," he gives a little smirk and makes his eyebrows jump

"Shut up, you know I like cuddles," you whine as he comes out, "and this is her bedroom, we are having a sleepover, and that's right, but I'm sorry ARMY Y/N is my cuddle buddy only," he starts showing them and immediately stops. "That's bad posture, stop sitting on your legs. It is bad for circulation and you're short enough already," he scolds in his stern voice that he obtained in service. "Yes sir~," your tone and your eyes grow dark and sexual within seconds as you salute him and follow orders; if eyes could smirk, that was what you were going for. "And no, I like to cuddle anyone as long as they aren't stinky, I cuddle with all of the guys"

He gasps and feigns shock and disgust, making that face where he moves his neck back and scrunches his nose, "boo, you whore"

"Cootie queen"

"Who you calling a cootie queen you lint licker~?" You both say in unison and can't not laugh. "Okay, show them your jammies and the cake and we can get started"

"Okay, this is my jammies," he angles the phone to show the top of the set he wore in Jimin's birthday vlive and some grey sweatpants, he turns the camera to the cake, "what was it again?" "Red velvet with vanilla" "Yummy-hey, you're wearing my sweater again!" "Yeah, and?"

"It's cute, it's so big on you~, that's why you shouldn't sit on your legs like that, you're almost 30 and you're four foot nine. Stand up, show ARMY," you stand up and he helps you sit back down so your clumsy ass won't fall on the cake then he lays half on the bed, his top half, so his head is by the cake. "So ARMY, YN begged me to come to bed with her, and there is cake," he winks

"Will you come on?" You laugh and he sits beside you and sets up the camera so you could both have both hands available

"Good?" "Yeah" "K, got your characters?" He nods and grabs his sticks from your other side, having to lean all the way over your lap to reach, you clear your throat, "while you're down there~," you laugh when he glares up at you. "Keep asking," he warns. "Oh, you like me to beg~," you fake pout with your bottom lip and your eyes and he's trying his damdest to keep up the act but he's cracking and so is his smile, but he raises back up to be sitting next to you and you grab your sticks from the night stand. "Do we have nuts?" You ask without thinking. "We're on vlive your name"

"I meant walnuts or pecans! For the cake!" He laughs at how flustered you are, "explain the game to them"

"You know better than me," he reminds you

"oh right, okay, so, Hi ARMY," you wave and smile, "so um, I-Ive been seeing this game people are playing on tiktok, it's the Hear Me Out Cake, you pick unconventional characters that you find attractive and put them on sticks and take turns saying hear me out and sticking them into the cake and then you eat the cake but I thought it would be fun and we had a sweet tooth"

"Good job," he pets the top of your head, "she was nervous ARMY, claps for YN," he claps

"Thanks, who goes first?"

"You first. How many were we supposed to have each?"

"I don't know," you shrug, I guess we can limit it for times sake.....10 each?"

He simply nods.

"Okay, for my first entry, hear me out," you place your first stick into the cake, Dean Winchester, "I thought I would start off normal," you try not to laugh, "he's a human dude...... usually"

"Okay my turn-usually?"

"Well technically he's now a spirit traveling through the multiverse but he's also been a demon a few times, an angel, a ghost,uhm," you think and use your fingers trying to remember everything Dean Winchester has been and Jin looks at you simply blinking like the blinking guy gif

"Okay, my first entry, hear me out," he sticks his first one in, it's Blake Lively

"I get that," you nod, "is she unconventional though?" He shrugs

"okay, next, hear me out," you stick your next stick in, a certain Big Hero 6 character

"Tada~shi~!....get it?" You giggle and he's staring at you

"HE IS DEAD!"

You laugh, "I'm sure his friends can find a way to bring him back and I can make arrangements with him and his girlfriend, your turn"

He shrugs, "Fair enough," he sticks in his next stick, it's Emma Watson, at this point you see he didn't understand the assignment but you tap his shoulder, "I understand buddy, bless your heart. Hear me out," you stick in Flynn Rider

"You know YN, I'm honestly surprised you haven't put a woman in yet," he laughs at Flynn Rider, "I get his one," he says. "See~ and patience. Flynn gives you vibes really hard"

He thinks for a second and makes a 'you're not wrong' face, adding his next one, Zendaya

"Oh hells yes," all you can do is agree and nod and he laughs

"Hear me out," your next contestant is John Rolfe

"I'm not saying I don't understand, but most people say Team John Smith, please explain"

"John Rolfe left her and John Smith showed her things she had never seen before, they genuinely enjoyed each other and and when he was changing her like people like to say I could see he was doing it thinking she was enjoying it and otherwise he wouldn't have"

"That's.....really fair actually"

"And he's cuter," you shrug as he sticks in his next one, Fran Dresher

"Omg!" You excitedly stick in your stick that has her and Mr Sheffield on it, "they were my first crushes ever! Well them and Uncle Jesse on Full House"

"Wo~~....if we agree does the game end?"

"I think we can keep going if you want"

He simply nods, "so who should go next?"

"I think you," he nods and happily sticks in a stick with Tom Holland and after laughing you nod in agreement, "he's adorable," you both say in unison

"okay, okay, hear me out," next up you had Stolas from Helluva Boss

His neck goes back as if he were a sassy flamingo, "what is that!?"

"oh, that's just someone who Stolas my heart~," you laugh at your joke and his confusion and he nervously sticks in Betty White

"Yes," is all you can muster as you're nodding and dying laughing and he leans on your back doing so as well

"H-H-Hear me out," you stutter as you try to breathe and stick in your next one, "are we still doing only ten?"

"Nah, we may as well use all of our sticks," you nod in agreement

"Okay," you take a deep breath and place in another one

"Eda Clawthorne from Owl House? Really?" He gives you a look

"That voice just gets me hot in Cleveland," you shrug and he has to hide his face and laugh at the pun and gives ARMY a finger to say hang on a second before he wipes a tear slipping and sticks in Yennifer from The Witcher games

"We're just going to agree on all of yours I think, you good? You're crying," you laugh and he gives you a thumbs up as you stick in your next one, Gruncle Ford and Gruncle Stan. Jin looks at you and gives you a face that just says for a speechless person, 'please explain'

"They're great gruncles, and Ford especially is packing in more ways than one"

"Fair enough," you thought bless this man's heart as he sticks in Rapunzel from Tangled and you clap, "hey! It's me!" He smiles at you and you stick in someone you didn't expect him or anyone else to recognize, Charles Ingalls from Little House on the Prairie

"Any father issues you want to talk about?" He asks recognizing him

"Talk about? No," you laugh, "just be thankful and go"

He checks the comments, "We are all judging you"

"That's fair," you shrug and he sticks in Ella from Ella Enchanted

"Yes, I've heard you out and yes," you nod, "Can I put in multiple characters at once of they're all from one thing?" He nods and you stick in Sebastian Michealis, Agni, Pluto and Adrian from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

"You know, I really wish I had the ability to not agree with these," he sticks in Clifford

"CLIFFORD, now you have to explain"

"Apparently my cuddle buddy is cheating"

You shake your head, "wait, the cake is only so big," you count how many have been put in and he stops you

"Let's just use all of our sticks"

You nod and look at the sticks in your hand, "if I have two different characters from two different shows that have very different personalities but are the same actress should I put them down together?" He thinks for a second and nods, "for times sake yes," he yawns and you smack him and follow suit, sticking in Breann of Tarth from Game of Thrones and Principal Weems from Wednesday; still yawning he gives a thumbs up of approval and tries to say something but you can't understand.

"Huh?" "I said yes, perfection"

"Agreed, absolute perfection," you giggle and he sticks Black Widow

"Oh Captain Obvious-"

"I know you aren't saying I'm wrong though"

"Touche, you aren't wrong, hear me out-I've got five from Avatar the Last Airbender and Legend of Korra...." "Just choose one" "Okay, it's a obvious choice really," you poke Uncle Iroh into the cake and he looks at you, you feel the judgement burning through you from his eyes

"....Just.....pre or post prison Iroh?" He asks facepalming

"the fuck you mean or?"

He can't even fathom a response and dumbfoundedly adds in his next stick, "Dr Doofensmirtz

"I agree with all of yours~," you whine and he smiles smugly, you add in Eve Best

"Just for clarification, is this the actress? Eleanor OHara or Rhaenys Targaryen?"

"You have no idea how turned on it makes me that you know about Nurse Jackie, I have to choose?"

"Yes," he smirks

"Fine, to avoid the incest and death by dragon, Eleanor," you laugh and he adds in the News Anchor fish from SpongeBob

"Bro what the fuck!?" You start dying laughing

"You know I like fish!!" He laughs after pretending to be defensive

"Okay, I have a few from the next show but for the sake of space and time, I'll only use two of them, guys I'm sorry we have so many," you apologize to the ARMYs watching when you remember they're there

"Theyre loving it," Jin reads the screen and whispers to assure you when he senses you getting nervous and you nod and add Rumpled Stiltskin, both the human looking one and the other, and the Mad Hatter from Once Upon A Time.

"okay seriously, do you need to talk? Are you okay? Do you need therapy?"

"What for?" You ask innocently and he shakes his head, "I only got a few more," he sticks in the Corpse Bride

"I have a Tim Burton character too!" You had Edward Scissorhands and his face looks horrified, "I let Agni slide because he would be able to be gentle and aware of his power but Edward would slice you to pieces!"

"Aww, you're protective of me~," you tease and he blushes and lets you add in your next one, "aww~ poo~ the cake is getting full and I have more~," you pout as you add the last of your sticks that will fit, Ghoul from Fallout

"He has admirable traits," Jin nods, "you can show them the rest"

"Okay, I guess I got over excited. Okay," you show them, "so hear me out," you hold each one up as you say the names, "Sully from Monster's Inc, Mr Kim from Kim's Convenience, and these two last but certainly not least Chef from the live action One Piece and Nurse Joy from Viridian City in Pokemon Indigo League"

"Jin, hello?" You snap, he was frozen just staring at you

"ARMY, I am afraid. Cast a vote, should I a)run, b)accept that YN is a freak and stay to eat the cake or c) seek help for YN after I eat the cake?"

You roll your eyes, "So we know Jin can't match my freak anyways, let's eat. Slice for ARMY, and a slice for mwah~, and a slice for 'fraidy cat here," you wave and end the live, smashing his slice in his face

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‘Long Distance’

Wyatt Lykensen X Reader

request: wyatt lykensen x reader and they're sitting alone together at lunch and she's just admiring his long hair and they're both flirting and giggling and all of their friends are watching from afar because they all saw it coming.

A/N: this one was so fun to write!!! it’s only a dwtty one in comparison to what i usually write but i hope you guys like it 🫶

words: >1k

content warnings: none!

y/n had been waiting for the first day of school all summer, which was rare. she wasn’t particularly academic, very few extracurriculars, her favourite subject was ‘going home’, etc. it’s safe to say that school wasn’t her favourite place in the world, but today it may as well have been.

she had been visiting family in the UK for the summer, meaning that she hadn’t seen any of her friends in weeks. thank god for mobile phones; she’s been able to talk to her friends - and boyfriend - back home.

she had been dating wyatt since they ended up going to the prawn together last year, and the long distance had been pretty tough, but she got back to seabrook last night and was finally seeing him again today. to say she was excited was an understatement.

“hey!” y/n greeted her boyfriend over the phone.

“hey sweetheart, i’m almost at your place. ready to go?” wyatt had insisted on walking to school with her, gentleman that he is.

“yep, just gotta get my shoes on. i’m so excited to see you”

“i know, baby, me too. feels like it’s been forever since i saw you last.”

“ugh, right? i’ll see you soon though, ok?”

“see you soon, sweetheart”

and with a beep, the call ended. y/n grabbed her sneakers and wedged them on her feet. she was doing up her laces when she heard a knock on the door.

“one second!” she called, tying a bow in her lace and heading downstairs.

y/n opened the door, and had to do a double take. it was wyatt for sure, but his hair… he must have grown it out over the summer. y/n was in shock.

“hey stranger!” wyatt engulfed her in a tight hug.

“your hair looks… amazing” y/n stammered without thinking. wyatt laughed, running a hand through his locks.

“you like it? i figured i’d try something new this year.”

“i love it! you look incredible, honey.” y/n felt her face get hot. he looked really good.

“thank you, sweetheart. come on,” wyatt held out a hand for y/n to take, “let’s get going, yeah?”

she nodded, taking his hand and interlocking her fingers with his.

-

lunchtime had come dragging for the students of seabrook. first day of school after summer break was always slow, but y/n could hardly feel time pass. she just couldn’t get her mind off wyatt. don’t get her wrong, she loved his hair before the summer - she thought the white streak was so cute and she liked how he styled it all spiky - but this new, long hair was something else. it framed his face perfectly, the white streak now falling down the right side of his face, curls running through his soft hair… if y/n didn’t fancy him before, she definitely did now.

y/n and wyatt sat together at their usual lunch table, deaf to the world. y/n reached over and ran a hand through wyatt’s hair.

“i really like this.”

“yeah?”

“mhm. don’t like how you hid it from me though.”

“oh, but doesn’t it make such a good surprise?” wyatt teased. y/n scrunched up her nose in mocking.

“you’re lucky it did, because i’d never forgive you for all those rejected video chats otherwise.”

“believe me, sweetheart, that was torture. you don’t think i wanted to see that pretty face of yours?”

y/n blushed, giving wyatt a light push.

“don’t be cute. i’m trying to be mad at you.” y/n reached up once again and started brushing her fingers through wyatt’s hair, gearing up to start braiding whatever chunk of it she could reach.

“yeah, you’re doing a great job at that.”

“hey, i’m mad at you - not your hair.”

“oh, sure.” wyatt leaned over and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.

-

“they know that they’re in public, right?” eliza asked.

“ugh, i know. could they be any more gross?” willa replied.

they were sat a few tables over with the rest of the zombie/werewolf crew that had emerged from last year’s events, unable to take their eyes off the disgustingly loved-up couple.

“come on, guys. they’re in love!” addison interjected, cheerful as ever.

“i think they’re adorable.” bree agreed, equally as perky as her best friend. bonzo uttered something in zombie-tongue.

“you’re right, their food is gonna go cold,”eliza replied, “and seabrook cafeteria food isn’t particularly hot anyway, it’s gonna be inedible.”

“they’re too busy making goo-goo eyes at eachother, i don’t think they’re even gonna eat it.” wynter piped up, “ooh - if they don’t eat their lunch, do you think they’ll let me have it?”

“you guys don’t pick on addison and i like this, do you?” zed started, throwing a defensive arm around his girlfriend.

“nah, you guys are nowhere near this gross.” responded willa.

and with that, the end-of-lunch bell rang. the gang could see y/n pout, grabbing hold of her boyfriend’s hand and making their way over to their table.

“hey guys, what are you talking about?” y/n smiled.

“oh… nothing.” zed replied, smirking.

“can i have your lunch? you didn’t eat it.” wynter interjected.

“sure,” wyatt answered, passing a slice of pizza to his friend, “knock yourself out.”

bonzo reached over, poked the pizza, and nodded. it was cold. wynter growled. no one touches her pizza, even if it wasn’t hers to start with.

“i’m taking y/n on a froyo date after school, so we’re fine with no lunch.” wyatt snaked an arm around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her in close and kissing the top of her head.

“see you guys in class!” y/n piped up, waving bye-bye and making her way to her next lesson, wyatt still attached to her hip.

“i, for one, think they make a perfect couple.” addison smiled, watching her friends walk out of the cafeteria. zed planted a kiss on her forehead.

“not as perfect as us though, right?”

[nalonzooo]

you’re one of my favourite artists and one of the reasons I want to start drawing!!! >.< I’ve started and it’s a bit difficult but fun!!

I was wondering if you had any tips on how to draw face shapes and dynamic poses? I love the way you draw face shapes and the actual expressions!!! (it’s always so hard for me 😭) and your poses are super cute!!!

YAAYY NEW ARTIST🥳!! i’m SO happy to hear this -

and absolutely i’d love to share what i’ve come to learn (so far!) re: face shapes and poses as a hobby artist ^^

just to preface everything, when it comes to giving art advice there’s always a general disclaimer that there’s no right way to do art, in the end you should do what you like to do! sometimes i like to think of art as problem-solving, and there are many ways to tackle specific problems <3

for face shapes and expressions - lately i love to reference and do studies of Ami Thompson and Shiyoon Kim’s character design and expression sheets for Spiderverse. these are INCREDIBLY evocative and useful. you can study these expressions and poses and try to recreate them on different characters, and you’ll notice the difference in eye shapes, face shapes, noses, etc; studying these differences is what will help us avoid same face syndrome. what i generally like to do is find art that i like - comic/manga panels, fan art, anything i want to learn how to draw like - and copy it into my sketchbook for personal practice and study to see what elements i can incorporate into my own drawing.

another tip - any medium is good for drawing, but i highly suggest esp when you’re starting - learn to draw with ink! drawing traditionally and with something unerasable will help with your draftsmanship and line confidence. it’ll be wonky at first but you learn to be deliberate with every stroke. tbh becoming a digital artist has deteriorated my draftsmanship and has made me heavy-handed, and it’s something i’m trying to consciously remedy right now. digital art is highly convenient and best for sharing, but when i do studies i stick to pen and paper :)

as for poses - one v important thing i learned in creating dynamic art is to “push” or exaggerate the poses. what you see in a photo reference - if you try to draw that 1:1 on paper, it doesn’t always translate well—the energy is not always captured, and it usually looks so stiff. what is in 3D has to be translated a different way to 2D. so “push” it to create more energy - exaggerate the movements - even if they’re just standing, you can make it dynamic by being conscious of how they’re standing (where the weight is balanced, push one hip up, make them lean one direction, for example). i doodled some examples here:

^ first one is gojo just standing; now how i would “push” this pose is to show him putting more of his weight on one hip and maybe putting his opposite foot up a bit to suggest some movement (and balance). the third one is just a bit more variation where his body is still putting weight more on one side, his feet are more glued to the ground, but i put his hand out to do his signature victory sign just for a bit of flair. so it’s a lot of figuring out how to convey balance and weight and movement and personality :) start with exaggerating the pose - then you can create more and more dynamic art from there ^^

pushing and exaggerating applies to facial expressions, too! instead of merely drawing someone with a smile, try tilting their head a little sideways (and show how their hair might move as well bc of this), add some blush, raise their shoulders a bit, etc).

and i 100% recommend taking gesture drawing classes for dynamic poses ^^ there are a lot of artists who have draw-with-me tutorials on youtube, and i personally like to use line-of-action.com for timed sessions.

i hope this is helpful in even a little way—good luck on your drawing journey and remember to trust the process bc progress is def not linear as an artist but deliberate practice and studies WILL help you! <3

[artdcnaldson]

PUPPY ART NATION RIIIISEEEE BARK BARK BARK 🐕

need patrick to catch on to what y’all are doing, he’s not as dumb as everyone thinks he is. he knows art like the back of his hand and over the past several months he’s gotten to know you too. he notices the subtle shift in your dynamic, the “good boy”s that come out more and more often, the little scratches behind the ears he gets when he does something you like. it takes him a bit to put it together, but when it finally clicks it’s like a lightbulb turned on above his head and a whole new world opened up.

maybe you and art have messed around with patrick and tashi before, casual sex and sharing etc etc, but you’ve never let them in on this side of art. need patrick to somehow needle the info out of one of you. it’s probably art who breaks first because patrick knows all his tells. the words just fall out of his mouth in a jumble before he can stop them, something along the lines of: “she calls me her puppy and it’s really hot and i like when she tells me what to do please don’t fucking say anything or i’ll die.”

patrick doesn’t react the way art thought he would. he thought patrick would make fun of him, but it actually seemed like he was holding something back. it wasn’t laughter, the look in his eyes was darker, needier. art, already flustered and now rapidly growing hard, moved on quickly and that was that.

art comes to you after and sniffles about how he told patrick, burying his face in your boobs and sucking bruise after bruise into your skin like he always does when he’s stressed. he’s so embarrassed, but when he tells you about patrick’s reaction you instantly know he finds it just as cute and hot as you do. so you ask, “would you like it if patrick called you puppy, too?” and maybe you’re a little mean about it, running a hand up his thigh and brushing your fingers against cock while you say it. it’s a calculated risk, but it pays off. art breaks out in a full body shiver and his cock springs to life. so you dip your hand beneath his waistband and press further, “do you think you could be a good boy for him like you are for me? you wanna show him your tricks, puppy?” he’s cumming all over your hand before you even pull his shorts down.

the next time you work him into his headspace, you do it slowly. you build up and keep him just below the surface, scratching behind his ears, letting him mindlessly suckle on your nipples and your fingers, and massaging his cock through his boxers. that is, until patrick comes through the door, right on time, and gets to help you push him all the way down into his puppy headspace. he thought the conversations you’d had about it were hot, but they were nothing compared to the perfect, brainless look art was giving him, like he’d do anything the two of you asked without question or thought.

art’s mouthing at your tits when patrick arrives, already drooling all over them and mostly out of his head. he doesn’t even detach from your nipple when patrick steps up to the bed, just flicks his eyes up and blinks slowly, like he’s processing at a quarter speed. you scratch his head and smile, “go on, greet patrick, baby.”

patrick’s breath hitches as art clambers off the bed to sit on his knees at his feet. if he had a tail it’d be wagging and patrick stores that thought for another day. patrick’s knees nearly buckle when art leans forward and nuzzles his face into his jean-clad thigh, practically nosing at his dick. his hands fly to art’s hair and he breathes out, “oh— holy shit, you are a good puppy, aren’t you?”

art whines and nods his head, eyes already half lidded and drool pooling in his mouth again. and patrick…. well he could get used to this.

sigh sigh sighhh puppy art and patrick loves of my life ,, who knows maybe tashi needs some puppy art in her life too, our good boy should be passed around and taught new tricks by everyone he loves <3333

-🎀

BARK BARK PUPPY ART NATION 🐕🐕 we out here <3

Sighhh giggle sighhhhhh

The first thing Patrick notices is how mindless Art gets in this headspace. He’s always so calculating, so meticulous, so he fucking relishes in seeing Art reduced down to his need to please and base instincts.

“He’s been a good boy, Pat, give him a treat,” you say. Your legs dangle off the bed on either side of Art’s shoulders, and you pet Art’s hair as he looks up at Patrick eagerly.

And he fucking whines.

“Shit, okay, fuck—“ Patrick gets clumsy in his haste, strips off his jeans and Art’s mouthing at his cock through his boxers, mouth all wet and drooly. “Fuck, Art— god—“

He’s reduced to gibberish while you just sit there grinning. As Art eagerly sucks on the head of Patrick’s cock through his plaid boxers, soaking the fabric with his spit.

You click your tongue and Art whines. “Off, puppy.” And he obeys, buzzing with pent up energy and need as Patrick shucks off the boxers. His cock slaps against his tummy, and you can feel how badly Art wants to lap at it, to take it into his mouth. Feel the thin restraint.

You met Patrick’s eye, give a tiny nod. He gets the message. “Alright, Art. Be a good boy and take your treat.”

Art’s mouth is on him in an instant— licking and mouthing and sucking on anything he can manage. It’s clumsy, no real skill or method to it at all. But that’s not what’s getting Patrick off— it’s how fucking needy it is— how hot it is to see Art licking at his cockhead, drool spilling from his tongue.

“Good boy,” you coo, petting Art’s hair. You grin up at Patrick. “C’mon, tell him what a good puppy he is.”

Patrick groans, eyes screwed shut as Arts mouth moves down to his balls, sloppy as he licks at them, as he sucks them between his lips and gets them wet and messy.

“F-fuck, Art. Good puppy.” Patrick guides his dick between Art’s open lips, guides the blond’s head up and down on his cock. Art’s tongue laves against the sensitive underside, spit drips where his lips are stretched wide around Patrick’s length.

Patrick cums on Art’s tongue, and Art happily licks up the mess, blinking up at him expectantly, wanting more.

“C’mere, up.” You pat the bed and he hops up eagerly, licking at your throat. “Such a good boy. Isn’t he Patrick?”

Patrick kisses the top of Art’s head. “The best.”

[lostfirefly]

Make my heart a better place, give me something I can believe

First of all, thank you for your comments and likes on my previous story. They inspired me to write another fic :)

When I was 15-16 years old, I wrote a poem. Those lines were not dedicated to anybody. I was sad that day and wrote them down in my black notebook. I decided to create another story based on that poem. A few lines will be written in the fanfic, but since the poem was originally written in Russian, I translated it into English, but tried to convey the meaning.

Since English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Description: You're a cook on the Buggy Pirates crew. During the year you have feelings for the captain, but you don't dare to say it, but you write about your feelings in poems. One day he finds your notebook.

Main characters: OPLA Buggy (of course) x Fem!Reader. Masterlist

Warnings: Sadness, fluff (a little), insecurity reference. No smut, violence etc.

The title is taken from the song "All I need" by Within Temptation.

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-Morning, doll.

A familiar voice came around the corner.

-Morning, magnificent captain Buggy. Coffee? As usual? - you asked with a smile.

-You always know what I want, - the blue-haired man said in a voice hoarse from sleep, plopping into a chair.

You smiled, stood on tiptoe, reached over to a large mug and began pouring coffee into it. 

 - Here you go, captain! - you said, holding out a mug, - What are your plans for today?

-I'll make a little foray into town, we'll resupply and head away from this godforsaken place, - Buggy said, sipping his coffee. 

-Sounds great.

-I'll bring a present for you, doll, - he said, running his hand over your cheek. 

-Thanks, but I have everything I need, - blushing, you lightly tried to pull away from the touch.

-Liar. Anyway, I'll get something for my baby girl, - he said, putting his hand on your wrist.

You awkwardly ran the fingers of your other hand over his arm. All you wanted was for him to get up from the table, put his arms around you and kiss you.

You stared at him, trying to hide your feelings. 

You've been flooded with memories. 

**********

A year ago, you ran away from home just to be away from your abusive family. A father who yells and beats you every day, a mother who takes his side and says it's all your fault. And an older sister who also happily participates in the bullying.

You decided to find any job. There were no vacancies in town, but you overheard someone in a bar talking about a pirate ship needing a cook. A ship? Oh, great! What a perfect way to get away from your old life.

The bartender told you how to find the ship.

-You wouldn't mistake it for anything. Look for the flag with the big red nose.

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-Captain Buggy, sorry. There's a girl at the door and she's here to ask about a job, - said a man in a tartan scarf.

-What? What girl? Although, ok, let her in. It's gonna be fun, - a man's voice came from the cabin.

When you walked in, you saw a blue-haired man with a red nose. With the whole ship resembling a circus, the first second you thought the red nose was also part of the circus image.

The man sat on the table with both feet on the barrel. He glanced at you with his green eyes.

You quickly scanned him from head to toe. He was wearing a striped vest, brown leather pants. He had a red and white striped bandana on his head and white gloves on his hands.

-What? Are you looking at my nose? - he said angrily.

-What? No.. I came to ask.., - you were nervous, your voice was quiet.

-What? Is it me that old or are you that quiet? I can't hear you, - he asked with a sneer in his voice.

-S-sorry.., - you cleared your throat and tried to speak more confidently, - I came here to ask for a job. I heard you need a cook. I'm good at cooking..

-How old are you? - he tilted his head slightly and squinted his eyes, - You look pretty mature. Aren't you supposed to cook dinner for your husband?

-I'm 27, sir..

-Sir, - he started laughing.

Not understanding what was so funny about what you said, you continued.

-No, s-s... captain.. Buggy. I ran away from my family. And frankly speaking I don't think they would be worried about me... and I don't care about them.., - you mumbled.

-Ts, doll... Tell me. Do you realise you want to join the freak squad? What does it mean to you to be a freak? - he interrupted you and suddenly reached for a knife on the table.

You stared at him with a question in your eyes. 

-I'm waiting for the answer, - he threw the knife into the barrel and looked at you, - What does it mean to you?

-Does it count if I say that I don't care about my life? - you tried to say it as convincingly as you could when you weren't even sure of your answer.

-Shit.. , - He got up from the table and slowly walked over to you, - Reply is accepted. I think, I can find a place in the Buggy Pirates for you. Every freak can find a home here. Welcome on board, sweetie.

He walked out of the cabin laughing.

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When everyone left the ship, you were still in the kitchen. The dishes were washed. You sat on the chair and thought about the captain. You could still feel the warmth of his hand on your wrist. What was it this morning?

Yes, he showed you signs of attention from time to time. Sometimes he could put his hand on your shoulder or waist, he always cheered you up when you were sad and always brought small gifts from his pirate raids. But at the same time, you realised that you were part of the crew and he just cared about you as much as anyone else. Plus, there were other girls on board. They were taller, slimmer and more attractive. What makes you think you're special? No, you weren't special.

You took a piece of paper and started twirling it around the table.

You picked up a pencil and began to write.

Tiredness pulses quietly in my veins, In the midst of silence, I'm alone in my cabin. There's life outside the walls, but who cares? I'm sick to my stomach with someone.. No one hears, no one sees, no one asks. Whether it's something or nothing. He's somewhere else, God knows where, The draughts are painful in my soul..

You smiled and hid the sheet in a small black book. Every time someone on the crew asked about this notebook, you said that it's nothing special, you just write down recipes in it. They don't need to know that you've been writing poems dedicated to the captain for a year now.

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The crew returned late at night. Before dinner, Buggy came up to you holding a little pink box.

-I promised to bring you a present, and I kept my promise, - he said with a wide smile.

-T-thanks, but you didn't have to, - you said looking at his green eyes.

-Geez, woman, I'm a man of my word. Take it!

You opened the box and gasped when you saw the small amber bear inside.

One night, when you were both sitting on the deck, you told him about your favourite figurine. Your grandmother, the only person in the world who cared about you, had once given you an amber bear. It was your talisman after her death, until one day your father broke it. He did it on purpose because you accidentally dropped your tea mug on the sofa.

Buggy didn't forget. He didn't forget what you told him.

-Maybe it's not the same bear, but at least you have it now, - his voice snapped you out of your memories.

-I really like it! Thank you so much, - you said and in surprise, you hugged him, - Sorry.

-It's all for you, my candy, - he said, chuckling slightly.

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You couldn't sleep. You went out on the deck to get some fresh air when suddenly you heard a noise from the kitchen.

You decided to go and check it out. When you quietly opened the kitchen door, you saw Buggy, who was looking for something in the cabinets and muttering something to himself.

Suddenly he fell silent and didn't make a sound for about 10 minutes. You tiptoed over and decided to get closer because it was impossible to believe that Buggy could be silent for ten minutes.

Shit. He was sitting on the floor, wearing his pyjama pants, holding a notebook with your poems. 

-God, please, stop sneaking around like a mouse. I know it's you, - he said calmly.

-I'm sorry. I didn't want to bother you.

-You can't bother me, baby girl. And tell me is that yours? - he asked, pointing at the notebook.

-Y-yes.. Sorry, - you whispered.

-Sorry? For what? Sweetheart, you need to be clearer in your expressions, otherwise I don't get it, - he asked and put the notebook aside.

You stared at him not actually knowing what to say. He stood up and came closer to you. You were trying not to look at his half-naked body. To tell the truth, it was the first and at the same last thing you wanted to see right now.

-For poems. Sorry for the poems, - you said, sighing heavily. You were afraid to look at him.

-You shouldn't be sorry, - he whispered and leaned into you.

He put his hand on your cheek and turned your head gently.

-Did you like it? - you asked.

-I didn't like it. I loved it.. as much as I love you, - he glared at you with his green eyes and leaned in a little closer.

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You woke up in the morning. It took you a minute to come to your senses. You got out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt hanging on a chair and hoping to find your clothes later.

-Where are you going, doll? - A voice came from under the blanket, - Get your ass back here. 

-I thought I have to go back to my cabin, - you said, fixing your hair.

-The only thing you have to do is get back under that damn blanket. The captain’s order, - he wheezed, finally sticking his face out. He put his hand on your shoulder and pulled you back down.

-Waaait! What about breakfast and morning coffee? - you asked with a laugh. -Coffee and breakfast can wait while we lie down for a while. Besides, if my freaks get hungry, once in a lifetime they can put damn butter on their own damn bread, - he mumbled as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

-Alright. But only for 30 minutes, ok? And then I have to get back to my cabin before the girl starts asking questions, - you said, running your hand through his hair.

-Fine, - he chuckled, - And then you'll make me a coffee, ok? -As usual? -As usual, my love.

[stardewremixed]

More Gus Headcanons

has a specialized knife with his initials from back in his army days

doesn't like guns even though his has his dad's old hunting rifle

has wicked chopping skills

can expertly gut a fish

worked as a cook during his time in the military - and his unit appreciated it and his ability to get rare spices and make their rations taste 1000% better

this inspired him to attend culinary school on his military benefits.

really embraces the "gentle giant" persona

gives the best bear hugs

never had kids of his own, but spoils his nieces and nephews when they come to town

he would make a fantastic dad, though (I just know this!)

is a champion bowler and drives to the next town over once a month to bowl with his old army buddies

makes hand-churned butter that would make anyone melt with happiness (the absolute best addition to his freshly baked pastries)

hates glasses because they get in the way of his day-to-day life so he wears contacts instead

his hand-rolled dough for pizza is legendary - and a favorite of Shane's, Sam's, and Alex's

writes a thank you note by hand after receiving a gift; his penmanship is a bit messy, but it's the thought that counts

has a hefty handshake

is pretty handy - he can do basic plumbing repairs, patch a roof, re-caulk a bathtub, etc. but most of the time, he hires someone to do the work since he doesn't have as much time with running his business, though he did install a railing outside on his steps for his older patrons (like Evelyn)

asked Robin to help him put in a ramp for George so the man can wheel inside himself

could wipe the floor with ya in cards and has the best poker face

could write the book on homestyle cooking (and he might someday, if he works up the courage to share his recipes with the world)

hates cooking shows because he's his own worst critic

is a hairy guy - face, arms, legs, chest, abs, but he draws the line at his back (and so he goes to get it waxed twice a year)

uses an all-natural wax to get his moustache to sit just perfectly

doesn't mind slipping into the spa for a hot soak after being on his feet for most of the day - it's a great way to unwind

was a wrestler in college and briefly thought about going pro

might still challenge someone to an arm wrestling contest at the Stardew Fair in the fall just for fun

his nose is a little crooked from when he intervened in an incident involving a purse-snatcher (though most people think it's from his wrestling or army days)

has very rounded ears, rather petite, for the large man he is

always hires extra help for the festival days, pays well above average, and lets all his employees keep the tips

has a thing for Hercule Poirot in Agatha Christie mysteries - it's gotta be the moustache, right? Hee... hee...

always keeps a book by his nightstand for a little late night reading before he dozes off

has a freakishly good immune system and rarely gets a cold (all those oranges he must be eating)

likes spicy food - but it must have a good blend of flavor and heat!

has a pair of diamond earrings he inherited from his mother and always thought about getting his ears pierced to wear them, but he's afraid of needles

the man is terrified of getting blood drawn and can be a big baby - Harvey always has to ask for extra help from Maru

keeps the doctor's office stocked in homemade candies

brings you a coffee on a blustery day just because

still has a corded phone in the back kitchen

played handbells at church when he was a kid and might... just... might... be persuaded to play at the Feast of the WInter Star

sometimes does ax throwing to blow off some steam (always safely and with proper equipment)

can sew on patches in a pinch, but usually just asks Emily for help

puts mustard on his hot dogs and pretzels and hamburgers

writes a grocery list and then forgets to bring it with him to the General Store, but he's got a decent memory

always pays his taxes on time, if not early

can whistle really loudly

can spike a beach volleyball like nobody's business

has a stamps collection - of little critters and farm animals

Romance Headcanons

took ballroom dance lessons as a young man and was quite popular with all of his partners back in the day

spends most of his evenings tending bar and talking with patrons and cooking, but he might bust a move every once in a while, if persuaded, but he doesn't like to show off so if you join him, he feels less self-conscious

When he's nervous, his hands shake a little, but he calms down if you reach out and squeeze his hands

never wears rings on his fingers because of cooking but he would wear one around his neck if he ever gets married

has a pair of leopard print handcuffs that he got as a joke in Zuzu City one time with an ex and he'll blush up a storm if you ask him about it

would absolutely carry you on his shoulders just so you can reach the best fruits in the orchard

totally has a thing for maid costumes (not in a perverted way, but if you dressed up for him in the bedroom, he wouldn't complain)

is extremely neat in general, speaking of maids, and would expect you to keep your things tidy if you leave stuff at his place

likes building a rip roaring fire on chilly winter nights and cuddle with you on the couch

doesn't think of himself as an uber-attractive guy, but he has a healthy self-esteem and figures he's got a bit of that handsome older gentleman look going

would absolutely hold all your bags if you went on a shopping spree at the mall (and he wouldn't complain about it)

Presses wildflowers between pages in a book - like the bouquet you gave him when you asked him to date you

Would hand write all your wedding invitations - would want to keep the ceremony small and intimate - just good friends and family

This list grew much longer than expected!

[snootlestheangel]

Just A Dude!Ghost Monster AU

Side note before this post gets rolling, I love that my post with the highest notes starts with "I don't know who else" and I think that's very reflective of what Tumblr is like XD

Anyways

We're doing it! We are writing a Monster AU featuring Ghost as the only human despite what everyone else thinks! As far as I am concerned, mostly gonna post it here on Tumblr, since I don't really have much right now for it, mostly just little blurbs but if needed for readability, I'll put it on AO3 (under my profile FeelzMaster)

I'm gonna go ahead and give y'all the rundown of what species are featured, kinda what this world's like, the stuffs, ya know? TW: talks of death (just how they can die, relax)

Soap

To be 100% honest, I really wanted to do the whole werewolf!Soap thing cause it's just so perfect for him, but I thought back to a post I made about him being lightning and thought HUH WHAT IF?

So, partially inspired by @tactax-art and their depiction of Soap dealing with fire 'n shit, I have made Soap a unique type of "nymph". Technically, nymph isn't the right word, but neither is elemental, and the true name of these things is so old it's real translation has kinda lost meaning so they stick to describing themselves as "nymphs" or "elementals".

He is a Lightning Nymph, which is rare but that's apparently what happens when you cross an "atmospheric" air nymph (his mum) and a less traditional water nymph (his dad). He's often seeing consuming/messing with things that have electrical charge in order to keep up his own energy (Gaz once had to watch him literally lick an exposed outlet and maintain a straight face). Every time it storms, he's outside somewhere as high as he can get so he can soak up the natural static energy that comes with storms. He can and will shock people for the fun of it.

As for abilities, he's obviously highly conductive, can manipulate electrical energy but it's pretty exhausting so it's more of a life or death thing, he can glow in the dark if he wants to, and he's hyper aware of changes (due to ~energy~). His diet is batteries... Jk, but seriously he does not eat like a human would, he straight up eats things that will help with energy. Like I said earlier, he's licked an exposed outlet like it was an espresso shot. Downside is he can't see for shit in the dark so he's reliant on sensing energies, nightvision, or having one of his buddies that can see in the dark guide him. Can be killed if his brain stem is destroyed, but is also very weakened by the typical stuff (gunshots, stab wounds, severe bodily trauama, etc). but can be severely weakened by being trapped in insulated rooms/wrapped in insulators. If exposed to these things and not able to find a sustainable source of electrical energy, he will die. (rubber, steel, copper are some good insulators)

Gaz

I don't know why but I'm gonna make him a Siren. For some reason Siren!Gaz just melts my heart and I wanna hold him. I don't care if he can lure me to my death with his voice, I wanna hear him sing :'(

He's typically pretty human appearing, it's a natural instinct for Sirens, but when he's tired or distracted (like working out/doing paperwork), you can start to see some very fish-like qualities. Mostly very gorgeous iridescent scales around his ears, eyes, neck, shoulders, knees, top of his feet, and back of his hands.

Can breathe underwater, has the best vision in the dark, eats like a typical person but with more sea food cravings or cravings for fatty foods (like human), when in full Siren form he doesn't have a "mermaid's" tail, it's much more shark-like so he can accelerate really fast. Generally just more shark-like, except his scales are fish-like. His nose, like sharks, is super sensitive to certain changes, so booping his nose always throws him off if it's surprise, but he will also bump his nose into people/things without realizing it to get a better sense of it. Can be killed by things humans can, susceptible to parasites.

Price

Honestly, his has been the hardest but I'm gonna do changeling. I honestly don't know a lot about them, and quite frankly I've already got one homebrewed monster here, so why not another?

He's definitely the one everyone mistakes for being human cause he's so good at keeping up appearances. But there are always times where Price manipulates his appearance/body just enough that it's a little startling for those that believed him to be human to suddenly realize he's very much not.

He's got better eyesight in the dark than a human, but nowhere near close to what Gaz has. He's good at picking up on scents though, as his nose is a bit more attune to sniffing out humans than anything. He's not a bloodsucker, but changelings typically feed on weakened/ill/very old/very young humans, so he's able to tell when something is wrong with someone. Stifles the more violent urges of his species by eating a primarily meat heavy diet with a lot of raw veggies for the crunch. Most susceptible to things with iron or salt (obvi) but can still be fatally wounded by stab wounds/gunshots. Most other stuff won't kill him but it'll certainly hurt and he'll complain the entire time.

Alejandro and Rudy

These two are werewolves and Los Vaqueros is their pack :'). Most Vaqueros are also werewolves, but they do have a variety of other creatures commonly found in North America.

And finally, the whole point of this: we got our boy Ghost as a literal human being. Nothing more, just a dude. A dude with so much fucked up shit happening to him constantly it's just assumed he must be inhuman. NOPE! He's just a dude, a very very unlucky, and probably cursed, dude.

So yeah, that's what I have so far! Working title is "Cheers to the Unknown"

Taglist (if you want added let me know in the replies/reblogs): @tacticaltaxonomist @cthulhusstepmom

[annikin-annotates]

Hi love!

Would you be interested in writing anything about the Green siblings dynamic and make it happy? 😂 I feel like so many fics about Aemond are dark/sad and that’s fine, it’s more accurate canonically and they’re well written it’s just…I wanna read about my boy being happy even if it’s not realistic 😭😭 and I would love to see him and his siblings getting along, taking the piss out of each other, having fun etc lol

Eden

Hiya lovely! Thank you for your request, I hope I did it justice! this is super inspired by the song Thus Always To Tyrants by The Oh Hellos.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Content Warnings: Nothing, tooth rotting fluff.

(Not proof read)

It was early morning when her husbands soft groaning and stretching pulled you from the plushness and warmth of sleep, rolling on your side to see a lilac and blue eye peering back at you - a worm smile crossed both of their lips. Aemond’s hair was still mussed with sleep “Good morning my Sweet Wife” he greeted you with a kiss on the tip of your nose, a positively girlish giggle escaping you as you stretched. You had yet to become used to being called ‘wife’; never mind the wife of a Targaryen Prince, if your parents could see you, you had no doubt they would be overjoyed with your current standing as a Princess of the realm.

“What are your plans for today, my Lord Husband?” she asked as she huddled closer to him, the warmth of his body calling to her. Aemond Instinctively brought his arms around her, pulling her closer as he hummed in thought, the motion sending a deep rumble through her ears. “Helaena asked if we would like to go on dragon back for a picnic, Aegon and the children will be accompanying also” he said softly, feeling torn. If they went on an excursion, there would be less time for them to have a late rise, but if they didn’t attend - Helaena and the children would be heart broken. “We can’t disappoint the children now, can we?” a tender smile spread across her lips as they broke apart threw back the covers simultaneously.

You had always found it strange that handmaids always seemed to be lurking just around corners waiting to be called upon, as soo as you had opened your mouth to call for a maid - several had tumbled through the servants entrance to yours and Aemond’s shared chambers. The pair of hand maids that had tended to her were ones she had become quite close with in her time at the Keep; Amblin and Aylisha.

You had learned their names, their children’s names and where they had hailed from; Amblin had come from the Reach while Aylisha had come from Esos. When they were first introduced, you had set aside a while day to talk to them and hear their stories, where they grew up and what they liked doing in their free time. It had spread through the court like wildfire - that a princess would treat servants with basic respect.

They had dressed you in a pair of black breeches and sturdy leather riding boots that reached your knees, a loose fitting shirt covered your stays and a riding coat was fastened tightly to you person, your hair was tightly braided away from your face. Giving them a quiet ‘thank you’ before they left the room the same way they entered, your feet carried back to where Aemond stood, your breath nearly hitched in her throat.

His pale hair almost glowing in the early morning sun, the milky expanse of his chest was partially exposed by the unlaced collar of his shirt, she politely shooing the maids away so she could finish gawking in private. A knowing smile spread across his lips as he made his way to you, meeting in the middle of one of the plush carpets in their chambers. Exchanging fond looks as you ran your hand slowly up his chest before beginning to tie the front of his shirt and helping him pull on his jerkin and fastening all of the buckles.

It was mid morning by the time they had begun to make their way to the dragon pit, the Keep was slowly starting to come to life as the exited they large wooden doors and descending the front stairs. Kings Landing was full of hustle and bustle by this time, the small folk bartering with shop keeps, women chattering away to each other in small groups, and wily children playing tag. The sight was enough to bring a smile to your face, and the best part of it all was that nobody spared you both a glance - all of them far too wrapped up in their own lives to notice.

“What has you grinning this morning?” Aemond asked her as they walked up the numerous steps into the Dragon Pit. Vhagar was obviously far too big for the pit, but walking through the pit cut the walk time in half, “I’m just happy today, my love. it is not often you venture out for the sake of pleasure” you responded, a wistful smile on your lips.

Aemond’s brows rose “I never said this was pleasure, we are spending the day with Aegon” he said, amusement dancing in his voice as he pushed the large oaken back doors to the dragon pit open. The doors hinges groaned with the movement, they opened slowly to reveal the backside of a near mountainous hill - she thanked herself, the gods, and her maids for dressing her in breeches today.

Ascending the hill was not so bad - the view of the city was glorious this morning. Casting your eyes down the other side of the hill was when you saw her, the largest dragon in the world; and your husbands mount - Vhagar. The histories Aemond pours over constantly never did the she dragons size justice, and if Vhagar was this big - how large was The Black Dread? you shuddered at the thought.

The she beast was flanked - at a safe distance of course; by two other dragons Sunfyre the Golden and Dreamfyre, their riders and their children. Though a fourth dragon was out a little farther its brilliant blue left no room for debate - Tessarion, Daeron’s mount. Tessarion was a large horned beast, The Blue Queen was an egg from Silverwing’s clutch - the late Queen Alysanne’s mount.

You gave Aemond a nudge to the ribs and pointed to Daeron - sending the three of them an excited wave. Daeron, Helaena and the children returned the sentiment, waving excitedly to you; while Aegon hardly looked capable of lifting his had to give more than a half hearted wave. But you could see the lazy grin that toyed on his lips.

The both of you made your way down to the gathering family to mount up, Aemond allowed you to climb the rope lader on Vhagar’s side first - him following close behind. Aemonds chest was pressed firmly to your back as he tied the ropes and belts around you both “Try not to fall from your dragon!” Aemond called to his brother.

To which Aegon gave him a vulgar gesture before covering Jaehery’s ears to yell to his brother “Oh piss off!” he called back to Aemond. “It will be a long way down!” Daeon called, a wry smile on his lips, “You shut your mouth or I will have mother and Grandsire send you away to never return!” Aegon snapped, though there was no malice in his voice.

You let out a cackle - it wasn’t often you got to see them al interacting to comfortably with each other. All of them either had too many duties to attend to or were arguing with each other - though the arguing was mostly shared between the two brothers. Helaena always seemed more relaxed outside of the Keep’s walls, her shoulders held no tension and her eyes shone like Amethysts catching sunlight.

“Soves, Vhagar!” Aemond called, commanding Vhagar to take flight, Vhagar began to move with thunderous noises and movements making your whole body rattle. Feeling and seeing the ground fall away from your feet never got any less unsettling - though you do now have your tendency to scream under control; now only letting out a hushed “Oh gods” as you white knuckle the pommel of Vhagar’s saddle. You let go of the pommel when you felt Aemond’s warmth beckoning you back to his chest, you settled in for a long flight.

The wind whipped so violently around you that you almost felt bad for Aemond behind you - your braid ought to have been smacking him repeatedly. Though the thought quickly left your head as the ocean passed beneath your feet, you could hardly contain your gasp, “beautiful, is it not?” Aemond asked, voice barely audible over the rushing wind.

You nodded “It is most exquisite!” you beamed, “I was talking about you” he hummed lowly into your ear, heat rushed to your cheeks “Oh hush Aemond!” you replied, trying to hide your giggle. The cerulean blue of the ocean stretched on as far as the eye could see, the expanse of darkness broken by an occasional ship and the foam of breaking waves.

The hours in the saddle passed by rather quickly when flying, there was always something new to look at; be it a new species of bird, large fish or the occasional whale in the water. Aemond often found himself pointing out things his love would enjoy, the excited giggle never failing to make his heart soar with happiness. Not many things happened in Aemond’s life made him happy, but you? his love, the very breath in his lungs and the blood thrumming in his veins - you did.

Dragon screeched were heard all around as Tessarion and Daeron shot by them both, “Catch us if you can!” Daeron yelled, his voice fading as quick as it came as he passed them. Daeron was egging both his brothers on, a flash of gold zipped by you both, hot on his little brothers scales “Last one there is a virgin!” Aegon cackled. You looked back at Aemond - giving him a nod as if to say show them who is boss. He let out a throaty laugh before offering Vhagar another command “Adhirikydho Vhagar, toli ziry!” he shouted.

Vhagar gave a begrudging and thunderous grumble before heeding her masters orders ad diving after the other dragons, leaving Dreamfyre and Helaena to follow after them at a much more appropriate speed. You let out a happy yelp as that fluttering feeling happened in your stomach, the kind you get when you were falling. the ocean was fast approaching the three brothers and their fourth begrudging passenger. Vhagar suddenly banked left to soar past Sunfyre and Tessarion, both dragons parting out of respect for their elders and to make room for her immense size.

Ocean blue waters quickly became a patch of lush green grass as you began your descent on Vhagar, the chilly air becoming less intense the closer you got to ground fall. Vhagar was the first to land, followed by Tessarion and Dreamfyre, Sunfyre landing last. The four dragons landed with relative smoothness, the ground beneath the largest of them crumbly slightly at the sudden force thrust upon it.

The four of them sat together indulging in the delights that had been stowed away in baskets on Dreamfyre’s back. Everyone’s favourites had been packed; Lemon cakes, Roast meat, cured meats, both sweet and savoury pies and wine and water. You leant back on the heels of your palms, watching the children play tag with Daeron; the sound of laughter rang out across the open field as Daeron caught Jaehera and spun her around in his arms. Aemond looked across to Helaena and Aegon; Helaena peacefully embroidering while Aegon sipped at his wine, he tilted his head towards your ear.

“Perhaps he will get drunk enough to fall from his dragon” he remarked light heartedly, causing you to gasp “Aemond!” you giggled, playfully smacking his upper arm. You looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes of yours and all was right in the world “Avy jorraelan”, he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

“And I you”, you whispered back.

High Valyrian Translations

Soves, Vhagar! - Fly, Vhagar!

Adhirikydho Vhagar, toli ziry! - Quckly Vhagar, after them!

Avy jorraelan - I love you

Taglist; @adelusionalwriter @hopelesswritergall @princesssszzzz @arcielee @whoahoney

[poeticallyspiteful]

hi!!! new follower here but could u pls write something for rafe where reader is not having the greatest day (sick, period, just plain sad etc etc) and rafe doesn’t really know how to make her feel better, so he goes and buys a plethora of gifts for her ranging from flowers to chocolate to (maybe) lingerie etc etc etc u get the vibes

*maybe reader sees his google history and it’s him looking up what to get someone when they feel like crap hehehehe*

all for you

rafe cameron x reader

fluff

cw: the common cold, one sexual innuendo/joke, mentions of a hypothetical meth lab…anyways, ooc rafe (as always??)

summary: reader feels sick, rafe don’t like it, yadayadayada they very cute and stuff <33

notes: HEY BABE, thank you so much for the request and i rlly hope you enjoy!! this was so fun to write and i think it turned out real cute <33

16+ please!!

“rafe, what—”

“shush.”

rafe kicked the door shut behind him, arms too full of shit to use his hands. four different types of soup sat piping in a paper bag hanging off his right hand, picked up fresh from ‘the wreck’, while three boxes of the softest kleenex known to man sat in a plastic back wrapped around the same wrist. this load was nothing compared to his left arm, which supported two overflowing bags full of goodies and medicine to help mend your ailment:

the absolute terrifying blight of the common cold.

but to rafe, this was enough to warrant a soup kitchen delivered to your door. it’s not like the extravagance was a burden on him anyways; he could’ve bought every pint of ice cream and every bag of cough drops in the store and it wouldn’t make a dent in his back account.

“rafe, honey,” you laughed, wiping under your stuffed up nose. “i just asked for cough drops. what’d you do, looks ‘em up on web md?”

rafes eyes went wide, and he looked at you like bewildered deer in headlights. “h-how’d you know that?”

you snorted. “it was a joke, but the reality of it is much more funny.”

“mhm,” rafe hummed sarcastically, tossing three flavors of cough drops onto the comforter. “and for the record, i got your cough drops; the top brand for sinus and cough relief, according to google.”

you had called rafe at 9:30 that morning, asking him to bring you some cough drops as your throat was hurting, and your roommate had left for a vacation two days ago. and of course, rafe being the doting, overprotective, boyfriend he was, was tripping over his own feet to get to his car.

you gave a lopsided frown. “this is too much, baby, you don’t have to spend all this money on me.”

rafe shot you a look somewhere between amusement and concern. scoffing, he started organizing his purchases on the bench by the foot of your bed.

“you should really stop saying things you know aren’t true,” he chided, carefully pulling open a cup of chicken and rice soup and stirring. he looked up at you through hooded eyes and grinned at the sheepish smile on your face. “i’ll spend as much money on my girl as i please.”

“well you please a lot.”

rafe laughed softly, towering over you as he lifted the spoon to your lips, gentle as ever. “do i now?”

you felt your cheeks burn, and not just because of the soup, which you accepted gratefully.

“thank you,” you mumbled, face getting impossibly hotter as he sat down on the bed and continued to spoon feed you, brushing hair off of your forehead all the while.

“you’re very welcome, sweet girl,” he whispered, voice still raspy from sleep in a way that made your stomach erupt in a swarm of warmth.

hesitantly, you leaned into his chest, accepting his arm around your shoulders and the kisses he left in his path up your jaw and the side of you face. with one final brush of his lips on your hairline, he spoke.

“i’ve got lots more soup, and some snacks, ice cream, enough drugs to start a meth lab—”

“rafe!” you giggled, but he shushed you, laughter bubbling in him just the same.

“it’s all good, lovely, no underground drug rings here,” he reassured, entire body loosening as it settled into his happy space; you.“‘s all for you.”

all for you.