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teecupangel · 2 years ago
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Random idea BUT Desmond as Trico from The Last Guardian in various timelines...
Okay, okay, so I like Team Ico's games and this makes me happy because just imagine Desmond being this oversized puppy/kitten/chick:
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What if… he wakes up in this dark gloomy place with white lines all around the floor, ceilings and walls being his only source of light.
So he follows the light but they start going in different directions… different rooms…
With a single door that’s just big enough for him to squeeze to.
One would lead him to the vault underneath the Temple of Jerusalem just as Altaïr, Malik, and Kadar infiltrate it and because he’s not used to how to move in his current form, he trips on his way out and accidentally drops on Robert’s knights, splattering them. The three Assassins would definitely be saved by an unknown creature who may or may not be connected to the treasure they were sent to retrieve (and, to make this funnier, Desmond accidentally eats the Apple because of his clumsiness and it fell from its ‘box’ and his mouth was open at the time and… now the three have to wait for Desmond to ‘expel’ it because no one wants to cut him open)
One would lead him to the vault underneath the Vatican where he accidentally plays Minerva a few seconds before Ezio gets inside so when Ezio finally gets inside, he’s treated to a glowing woman talking about the end of the world to apparently some kind of large creature and then she says “The rest is up to you, Desmond” while looking at the creature so he now believes that the creature is the key to saving the world from the sun while Desmond is just charading what may be “… uuuhhh… sureeee? You’re… technically right…”
While we always put Desmond in the Grand Temple during Ratonhnhaké:ton’s time, let’s change it up a bit. The entrance to Ratonhnhaké:ton’s timeline isn’t in the Grand Temple… it’s in the Observatory in the West Indies. And this could totally work for Edward’s timeline (and Desmond becomes like the Jackdaw’s mascot) but the main point is that Desmond would have to find a way to travel to America to find Ratonhnhaké:ton. But how the hell was he going to do that when his wings are pretty banged up for some reason? The best he could do was glide… So… either Desmond gets to America by the time Ratonhnhaké:ton has already started his missions as an Assassin OR Ratonhnhaké:ton actually finds him while sailing the Aquila. And it would take a few hours before Ratonhnhaké:ton realizes that Desmond is just one big lazy cat/dog/bird/something like that and he’d take Desmond would him because Desmond kept letting out pained anguished sounds whenever Ratonhnhaké:ton tried to leave him behind.
In the end, Desmond just ends up chilling somewhere safe like Villa Auditore or Davenport Homestead. His time with Altaïr is the only one where he shakes his head furiously and refuses to go to Masyaf which meant the three of them needed to be creative in finding Desmond a ‘hiding’ spot.
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irndad · 9 months ago
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won't you be my sunshine-a.h.
a/n: runner!hotch x sunshine!reader !! sooooo fluffy, first hotch fic of mine so be gentle with me! lots of pining and happy end <3 happy to continue with these two in an au!
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Aaron Hotchner is not a particularly emotive man. 
This is a skill he has honed, a cherished quality that was not born of luck or of natural ability, but a skill that he has honed down to a fine tip point. He needs to be, in this job. It’s cost him things, of course, but for the most part, Aaron is happy with his choices. He takes a firm line with people he works with, and does not always let up in his personal life.
The only time this sometimes causes a hitch, is in his romantic life.
Which isn’t to say that he has one. 
There is a woman who reads in the park every morning. Aaron affectionately thinks of this bench as her bench, as it is marked by wisterias and hyacinths on either end of it. It’s something of a ritual, after his runs, that they talk. 
It’s fun. He doesn’t have a lot of space for fun. He’d collapsed on the bench one day after siphoning his anger at a particular case into a difficult run. He’d crashed onto the bench, sweaty and exhausted and hadn’t even seen her there. Which is a bit impressive, as she’s hard to miss the sight of. It is also in equal measure embarrassing. It’s not every day you collapse in front of a gorgeous woman, disturbing her from what is likely a lovely afternoon in the park.
That’s how it started, anyway. She doesn’t run, so each break is punctuated by her company. He’s actually not sure if they’re flirting. He’s not very good at that- the last time he has to he was 17 and so full of unearned confidence, he lucked into a partnership. 
Now, he’s a bit older and a lot more scarred. She’s younger than him, not by much. She laughs with her whole chest at his dry, glib humor- and this is something Aaron had forgotten. The joy of a beautiful, wonderful woman’s company beside you. 
He feels a little out of place next to her. Romance is not something he does. Ever thought he’d do again, really. That’s not to say that this is romance. Their romance is almost entirely hypothetical. He thinks of her at work, which is a monumental development in and of itself. 
“So, how was the paperwork? I know you’ve been taking a little more on since your colleague had a baby. It’s so kind of you to do it.” She asks him on a beautiful August morning. 
He fights off a blush that she remembers what he’s done for JJ. He’s not big on mentioning his own good deeds. Aaron believes that this would cancel it out. Still, her praise is a warm balm to the exhaustion that plagues him. It’s hedonistic, the way he wants her to say more about him. He wonders absentmindedly if she knew everything about him that’s hard to love, she’d still paint him with such a light and warm glance. She’s bright enough, he’s tempted to tell her everything about him just because she asks. 
“It was…alright. My team is excellent. I’m lucky to work with people like them, it makes the process better. I couldn’t ask for more.”
She giggles a little at this, and there’s that roar of affection. 
He feels a sense of ease around her, one that is suspicious for him. He tries not to romanticize, but this connection is hard not to. She’s beautiful- this is obvious to anyone who meets her, a simple truth of her. But Aaron is trained to notice things little factors that show the truth of someone. 
He likes to watch her- it’s a pleasant thing, getting to be in her presence. It’s a little addicting, the way she looks at him. It makes him feel like all of the things he knows to be true of himself- his relative failures, the closed-off nature of his demeanor- are things that not only can be overlooked, but don’t seem to be in her line of sight at all. It’s an honor, to have her doe eyes rake over the sight of him, to meet him with gentle conversation. 
He tries not to notice that she is gorgeous. Aaron has been around beautiful women, of course- this is not something that should surprise him. But there’s something effervescent about her, something that his him wondering if it’s possible that she might feel the same way about him. He knows that he used to be a more attractive man, but now. Well, he’s a bit bruised, both metaphorically and physically. 
It feels odd to even think of this happening. She’s just got a warm, sweet tone and he replays what it’s like when she greets him. She smiles her brilliant grin and sometimes hugs him. It’s embarrassing how much he likes the feeling of it- soft curves against hard muscle and scarred skin. She always smells wonderful, and he wonders how nice it would be to have more of this. 
“I like your new shirt, by the way.” She smiles at him, and his heart jumps. It feels juvenile, but- she’s wearing a new lipstick, it seems. Her beautiful pout looks awfully tempting. 
“I like the lip color,” he tries to compliment back amenably, but that doesn’t stick. Instead, it comes out too earnest. He’s hyper aware of the fact that she’s right by him. She flushes, and Aaron feels a surge of pride. 
“Thank you,” she says, voice softer and flattered, and isn’t that a pretty sound? He’d love to do that for her, make her feel seen, make her feel like she’s as beautiful as she is, “I thought you might like it.”
It’s her directiveness that breaks the seal, he supposes looking back. Because she wore the lipstick for him. That’s just about the only thing it can mean, and he is struck with a particularly sensory fantasy of what it would be like to slot his mouth against hers- he gets the feeling it might be worth it even if he gets the color on his mouth. 
He’s a gentleman, though, he decides after a decidedly ungentlemanly amount of time spend staring at the gorgeous curve of her lips. 
“Would you want to get dinner with me?” He hears himself say it before he’s processed it, and then it’s out into the world. His heart is hammering and he’s blaming on the run, when god, it’s absolutely about how breathtaking she looks, the sunlight reflecting off her hair like a halo. When she beams back at him, she looks particularly angelic. 
It’s then, she leans over and kisses him on the cheek. 
“I thought you’d never ask.”
(Months later, when she is sitting on his kitchen counter and he is standing between her legs, gazing down at her with unabated fondness because he is entitled to that, he reflects on this moment and thinks god, how lucky am I, that I ran past that bench?) 
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so-long-soldier-writes · 8 months ago
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Gorgeous
kai parker x reader (both 18+!) (shy!virgin!kai)
summary: troubled by his own body, kai's afraid to go all the way with you. that is, until you confess you love him regardless of the way he looks, giving him just the confidence he's needed all along.
tags: friends to lovers, kissing, minor fingering, shy!kai, mentions of child abuse / physical abuse [I can't just write a normal fic, can I?], implied s3lf h4rm, emotional hurt / comfort, confessions, making out, blow jobs, virgin!kai, top / bottom switching, reader is a little freaky, nipple sucking, pet names, aftercare, cuddling
word count: 5.5k
a/n: sooooo... this has been sitting in my wips for over a year. for some reason, i just never posted it. but unfortunately, i have work tomorrow, so i'll be dead as a doornail that evening, and the work i wanted to post isn't done yet, so i'll post this in the meantime. that being said, i think i'm finally starting to get back in the swing of things. i'm still working on requests as well as other stuff, but i'm coming back slowly!
also, if this idea is totally unusual, that's probably why it sat in my drafts for a year. it's a year old fluffy smut with a strange premise. bare with me. 😅
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The minute you get back from work, you collapse onto the nearest chair and groan.
“You okay there?”
Looking up, you see Jo and her boyfriend on the couch watching a movie. Oops.
“Sorry. Yeah. Long day. Where is everyone?”
“Our dads went to the flooding company people to try and get that situation covered, and our moms took the kids to the park.”
“My brother too?”
“Your brother, but not mine.”
“Cool,” you give the girl a thumbs up. “Hey Cody.”
Jo’s boyfriend looks over at you, “hey, Y/N.”
“Alright, I’m gonna go shower.”
“Okay!”
You make your way up the stairs slowly, wondering where Kai is. Poking your head in his room, you see he’s not in there, but you don’t hear him anywhere else. Oh well. You’ll find him after your shower, because you really, really need that shower. 
In your room - also the Parker’s guest room - you grab a new set of clothes and your hairbrush, before going into the guest bathroom in the hallway. See, you and the Parkers are neighbors and have become close family friends. Though one night after a really bad storm, your basement flooded, as did several other houses nearby. This is a problem Mr. Parker could easily fix with magic, but considering the electric and flooding companies know your house was one of the ones affected, he can’t do anything without revealing his coven. Instead, your family temporarily moved in with his until the county could fix the issue.
It’s been two weeks, no progress. But you’re not complaining; you get to spend more time with Kai - your best friend who you’ve recently started dating in secret. 
As you’re busy undressing and getting the water ready, you don’t hear Kai come in from outside. The boy stands in the kitchen, staring at nothing in particular.
“Is everyone still out?” He hesitantly asks Jo.
“Yeah. But Y/N came home.”
“Oh. Where is she?”
“Mhm, went upstairs.” Then she snaps her fingers, “oh wait! She said she’s taking a shower. So don’t bother her. Just go to your room and wait for her to come out. Don’t be weird.”
Kai scrunches his nose. As if he’d ever make you uncomfortable on purpose. “Okay, thanks.”
Quietly, he makes his way upstairs. When he hears the water running, he bites his lip. Don’t be weird, Jo had just said. But she doesn’t know how close you two actually are. Swallowing hard, he slowly turns the knob to the bathroom door, trying not to alert Jo to which door he’s opening. Inside, the hot water steams up the mirrors, making it hard to see, but he can vaguely point out your figure through the glass. 
“Y/N?”
You hear him and pop your head out of the door, “Kai! Hi. Come in,” you gesture for him to enter all the way.
He does, then shuts the door just as quietly. “I don’t mean to bug you, I just wanted to make sure you were here. Jo said you were, but…” he shrugs.
“You’re not bugging. Come on, join me.”
“What?”
“In here.”
“But… I’m wearing jeans.”
“Well then take them off, you goof.”
“I-I… um.”
Deciding to give him privacy, you stick your head back in the shower and rinse out the shampoo. The whole time you’re finishing your shower routine, you assume Kai’s going to join you at any time. You haven’t gone that far in your relationship yet, but he is a teenage boy, and he does love kissing you every chance he gets.
You two have done more than kissing, of course, but just haven’t gone all the way. And there’s plenty of reasons for that: too many people in this damn house, someone might walk in, someone might overhear, etc. etc. etc. But aside from the obvious reasons, you can’t help but feel like there’s also reasons that Kai isn’t sharing. 
He likes to spend a lot of your time together practically worshipping your body. His lips and fingers have touched nearly every part of you, but he isn’t too keen on letting you do the same. 
Kai holds you in place with a hand on your neck. His lips are attached right below, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. His other hand’s busy farther down - two fingers pumping in and out of you quickly. You bite your lip hard to not moan as you cum on his hands. He continues to finger fuck you through your orgasm, not letting up until your body stills. Then, he tastes one finger before putting the second in your mouth. You suck on it, eyes trained on him the whole time. 
“My turn. Let me make you feel good, Kai.”
“You are. I like watching you like this.”
“No, I know. But I want to taste you, too. Let me blow you.”
Kai bites his lip as if he’s having an internal debate. “Isn’t this so much better, though?” Before you can say anything else, he kisses you, feeling his hands up and down the sides of your body as he does. “Now let me cuddle you, m’kay? Let me take care of you.”
You’re too overwhelmed in pleasure to fight, and succumb to his open arms. Minutes later, you’re both asleep. 
You don’t pry if he tells you ‘no’ the first time, but of course, you can’t help but wonder why he’s never let you even see his body. 
“Take your shirt off, why am I the only one exposed?” You joke, pulling at the hem.
“Hmph, no, baby, I’m too focused on you,” he says. 
Every time. He won’t even take his bracelets off, let alone any of his clothes. Again, you don’t push him - he’ll take that step when he’s ready - but you really want to pleasure him the same way he does you. And besides, he just has to be hot under there; his face is insanely attractive, arms are strong, and figure is lean. You’re dying to know. 
“Y/N?” His voice snaps you from your thoughts.
“Mhm?”
“I, um, actually nevermind.”
“You okay, angel?”
“Yeah, just…”
Done with your shower, you turn off the water and grab your towel. You would just go out nude despite him there, but you know the air will be cold, so you wrap the blue cloth around your body. “Well now I’m done.” Carefully, you open the door and step off the slippery floor.
In front of you, Kai is standing awkwardly. His jeans are still on, but his shirt is off and folded neatly on the bathroom counter. You gulp the minute you see his body for the first time. As you expected, he’s lean and rather well-toned for someone not allowed out of his house much. His arms have some muscle to them, and you can see several prominent veins close to the surface of his skin. What catches your eye most, however, is the sharp v-line shaping his hips, leading to somewhere still hidden from your sight. “Fuck,” you mutter under your breath.
Kai swallows hard. His eyes are red. You don’t notice the signs of discomfort, though, until a small sigh escapes his lips. 
You narrow your eyes when you hear him. “What's wrong, pumpkin?” Hurrying towards him, you cup the sides of his face. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“I hate it.”
“Hate what?”
“Hate my body.”
“What do you mean? You’re gorgeous, Kai.”
“All the ew, all the stupid… everything.”
“What are you talking about? I don’t see anything ‘ew’.”
“Look closer.”
“Are you sure? If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t.”
“Just do it.”
Nervous, you step back to look at him closer. “Oh,” you mutter, suddenly saddened. Discolored skin in shades of green, yellow, and purple. Bruises, new and old. Handprints, whip marks, slaps from an open palm, all fading from red. Then there are the cuts, up and down his arms, some on his stomach, some on his shoulders. Clearly self-inflicted, though the bruises were all clearly marks of abuse. 
“Now you see how ugly I really am.”
“No, no, Kai…” Gently, you run a finger across a row of evidential abuse. He flinches a little and you can’t help the tear that falls from your eyes. “You’re still gorgeous, baby.”
“Hm,” he mutters, shaking his head ‘no’.
“Shh, shh, you’re okay. I promise. You are still beautiful to me. And I still want you, I still want every inch of your body. You don’t have to hide from me. Hey, I have some, too.”
You peel the towel away a bit to expose several cuts along your upper arm. 
He sniffs, “those weren’t there the other day.”
“I know, baby. But yesterday was really hard with my dad, and this was the only way I could think of to cope.”
Kai remembers yesterday. Your dad had forced you to go out with him to visit different universities in the area. By the time you both got back, he was fuming and you were holding back tears. 
“He got pissed at me when I said I didn’t want to go to college. He asked me why I was the family failure, and why I couldn’t be more like him.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay, now that I’m back beside you.”
“He’s a dick. Your brother’s a dick.”
“My point is, Kai, that we have a lot of the same scars. You don’t think I’m any less beautiful because of them, so why should you think that about yourself?”
“Because I also have bruises from my fucking dad.”
“That’s not your fault, baby. Your dad is an even bigger dick than mine. And just because you have wounds on your body from his hand doesn’t mean I don’t love you or your body any less.”
Kai freezes, “you love me?”
You then freeze, too. “I, um…” Then you realize that that confession may be exactly what he needs to hear. “Yes. I do love you, Kai.”
Tears that were welling in his eyes are now falling, “why?”
“Why? Why not? Because on top of being absolutely gorgeous, you’re an amazing friend and boyfriend. You’re sweet and gentle and trying your best despite the awful circumstances you’ve been given. You’re always there through the good and bad, and I could never get tired of being with you.”
“Can I admit that I love you, too?”
You smile and nod happily before leaning in quickly to kiss him. Amidst your excitement, your towel falls from your body, and your breasts rub up against his bare chest. Kai lets out a moan at the contact, but then separates from the kiss to cover his mouth with his hand. You just raise your eyebrows at him. 
“Feel good?”
Instead of answering, his hands find your breasts and feel them. His eyes roll back in his head. “So soft,” he mutters.
“Kai?”
“Hm?”
“Does this mean I can see you now?”
“Um, I, n- uh-” he stutters over every word. 
“You know what? It’s okay. Later?”
“Okay.”
“Sounds good. And I hate to say it, but we have to stop,” you pause to pull on your panties and jeans, “because Jo will start getting suspicious soon,” you have to ignore Kai’s pouting face as you put on your bra, “and she doesn’t need to see us like this, because she’ll tell your dad.” Your shirt is on next, “and then my dad. And then you’ll get hurt.” He watches you pull your hair out from under your shirt and flip it to curl around your face, “and you’re not getting hurt on my watch. Okay?”
Kai nods, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, pumpkin.” You two share another kiss before leaving the bathroom. Kai grabs his shirt on the way out, fumbling to put it on, along with his multiple bracelets. “Downstairs? I need some water.”
“Sure.”
The minute you reach the last step, Jo calls out to you, “did Kai find you?”
“Yeah, he’s here.”
“Okay. He came in a little bit after you went up. I told him you were in the shower, but not to bother you. He listened to me, right?”
“He didn’t bother me at all. Was very gentlemanly and waited in his room for me to come out.” You wink at Kai as you lie straight to Jo’s turned face. Luckily, she’s fixated on the movie. 
“Okay, good.”
“I’m just going to get a drink and then we’ll be out of your hair shortly.”
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“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It’s a huge festival, it’s a lot of fun,” Mr. Parker asks one more time as he’s halfway out the door. 
You take another glance at the amount of people crowding the doorway: your brother and parents, plus Kai’s parents and all his siblings. Minus him, of course. “I’m sure. I’m not too big on crowds, and I’m kinda tired. Might just see if Kai wants to watch a movie.”
“Okay, but be careful.” Then, Mr. Parker leans closer to whisper in your ear. The gray hairs of his beard lightly touch your skin, making you shiver in fear. “And don’t get too close to him.”
“Noted.”
“We should be back around three-ish, more or less,” your Dad adds. 
“Okay.”
“Don’t leave the house, and certainly don’t let him sneak out,” Mr. Parker piggy-backs off your dad’s comment. Jeez, it’s like they’re long-lost irritating brothers.
“I won’t. He’ll stay here with me.”
“But not too close, becau-”
“I heard it the first time, Dad. I trust Kai enough that we’ll be fine for a couple of hours. Go have fun, okay?” You had to downplay your friendship to make them think you only trusted him a little. If they knew the truth - that you’d trust him with your life - they’d definitely stage an intervention and never let you see each other again. 
“Okay, just making sure. See you later, Y/N.”
“Bye.”
Finally, they leave. It takes ten minutes for nine kids to assemble between two cars, between the Parkers’ van and your parents’ SUV, but they eventually make it work. You can literally hear two kids crying over “having to sit in the back again”, but then you hear your Dad’s voice, “ride with me, if it’s okay with your Dad.” The crying ceases at last, and the cars pull out of the gate. 
“Are they gone yet?” Kai comes downstairs about a minute after they left.
“Just pulled out. What were you doing?”
He swallows, “um.” While struggling to answer, you give him a look. “I’m used to hiding during the van-packing process.”
“Okay,” you answer, not entirely convinced. 
He bites his lip, “okay, that part is true. I do hide when they do that because sometimes someone storms back in to grab something to appease the ones stuck in the back, like a snack or whatever. But, um, what I was actually doing was… trying to,” he pauses, and you let him find the words, “build up the courage to, um… can I just kiss you?”
You’re confused, but you’ll never deny him a kiss. Smile forming on your lips, you close the three foot gap between you two, hands tracing his jawline, capturing his face, while kissing him softly. His hands find your waist, gripping your hips. There’s something different about this kiss than your usual ones. Something more hungry… willing, maybe. Whatever it is, you let him take charge. 
As soon as the shift in control changes, he spins the both of you around so that you’re pressed into the counter, rather than himself, while he kisses you deeper. His lips leave your mouth to trail down your jaw, to your neck, but then he suddenly stops to look up at you. 
“Everything okay?”
“Can we go upstairs?”
“Of course.” You joke, “afraid someone’s gonna walk in?”
He misses your teasing tone and replies bluntly, “no, I wanna fuck you.”
You nearly trip up the first stair, causing you to grab a tight hold of his hand. “What’d you say?”
“Is that okay?”
“I-uh-um- yes, just caught me off guard. What brought it on?”
“You said you loved me. And that you liked my body even with all the scars. And that if I can love yours with scars, you can love mine.”
“I did say that. I meant every word.”
“And so now we’re here alone, and I’m going to act on something I’ve wanted to do a long time ago.” 
You reach the top of the stairs. He has an arm around your back to prevent you from falling, just in case, as he stares into your eyes for hesitancy. You give none. “Then do it.”
Instantly, your back collides with the hallway wall and he kisses you with the same tenacity he did downstairs. Out of habit, your hands find his hair; his, your waist, but he’s a lot more confident now. Slowly, he inches the both of you towards his door. His hand fumbles with the knob, making him frustrated.
“Wish I could just open the stupid thing with magic.”
“If I had magic, I’d let you take it whenever,” you answer, again, with no hesitancy. 
He stops to stare at you. “You would?”
“Mhm. I mean it, Kai, I love you.”
“But the siphoning hurts.”
You shrug, “can’t hurt that bad. I imagine it’d probably actually feel good. At least for me, maybe not other people. Send little tingles all the way down to my-”
He cuts you off with an open mouthed kiss. “Now I really wish you had magic.”
“-and then a part of me would kinda be in your blood, too, right?” You finish the second part of what you wanted to say. 
“Holy fuck, you’re turning me on.”
“Open the door, Kai,” you urge. 
He finally does, but in the second you take to catch a breath, he’s back on you. He takes advantage of your state and slips his tongue in your mouth, no regard for anything but his and your pleasures. You go weak in his arms and let him explore, enjoying the feeling much more than you probably should. Then, he taps on your hips signaling for you to jump. You do, wrapping your legs around his waist. He carries you to the bed, finally, and throws you down rather roughly.
Immediately, panic takes over his face. “Shit, that was way harder than I meant to! You okay?”
You, on the other hand, can’t get a word out because you’re giggling too hard. 
“Y/N, are you okay?” He tries again.
“You’re so hot when you’re all dominant. Well, you’re always hot, but-” and then you continue to giggle. 
Kai relaxes, realizing he didn’t hurt you. “Oh you little-” he climbs on top of you until he’s hovering over your face. Legs tangle together, bodies close but not close enough… You buck your hips. There, now they’re close enough. “You’ve been wanting this,” he observes, fighting back a moan at the contact. 
“Yes, but also, your comfort is my number one priority. It’s much better now, with you enjoying it too, than if we were to try when you weren’t ready.”
“Thank you, princess,” he kisses your nose sweetly. 
“Thank you for trusting me. One thing though.”
“Mhm?”
“Do you trust me right now?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” Without further warning, you grab his wrists and flip him over so that his back is pressed into the bed. It’s the first time you’ve ever been on top of him, and the power makes you giddy. 
“I thought you liked me being dominant?”
“Oh, I do. But I also want to see you writhe under me,” you wink at him. 
Kai gives you a look, and you know he’s going to start fighting any minute now. It’s in his eyes, and you can feel his muscles under you tensing to build up the strength. In the last second before you think he’s going to try and take charge, your hand goes down to the outline forming in his jeans. All fight is immediately gone as soon as you start to feel him. He can’t even fight the moan he’s been holding back since you started making out downstairs. The sound spurs you on and you rub him harder.
“More, princess. Please.”
You move your legs to straddle him, hands going to his belt. “This okay?”
“Mhm.”
“Words, please.”
“What am I, five?”
You cock your head at him. “Words, or no further touching.”
“Princess,” he tries to buck his hips like you did, but you’re holding him down.
“Come on, Malachai.”
“Don’t use that name.”
“Mala-��
“Fine! Yes, please. It’s okay. Please.” You smirk, not expecting the begging, but loving it. “You little sadist.”
That only makes you love it more. Not wasting another second, your hands are undoing his belt. As much as you want to take it slowly, you’re both too excited to drag it out any longer. Besides, just by looking at him, you can see how hard he is, and you know you’re almost soaking your panties with wetness. 
“Wait,” he pants. 
You stop immediately. “You okay?”
“I need… I need. C’mere,” he beckons you forward, and you listen. “Need this off,” he pulls off your shirt. “And this,” next is your bra. The minute it’s off, he loses control and grabs your tits like he did in the bathroom a couple days earlier. Before you know it, he’s fondling one while the other’s in his mouth. 
“If mine is, this is coming off, too.” You make a grab for his shirt. He pauses, tongue still around your nipple. “Is that okay?”
“Yes,” he seems to decide in that instant. 
In order for you to pull the fabric over his head, he has to disconnect his mouth from your breast. But when it’s off, he swallows hard and doesn’t reach for them again.
“Kai… c’mon, pumpkin.” You take his hand to put it back on your body, trying to return that sense of comfort, but he doesn’t grasp your breast again. Sighing, you take it as a moment to get a closer look at his body. The bruises, the scars, everything. A tear escapes your eye, and you lean down to press a kiss to one of the purplish wounds. Then, you start to do that with all of them. From his neck to his hips, you kiss every mark made on his body, whether by his dad’s hand or his own. On the fresher ones, your lips are more gentle, barely there, not wanting to cause him more pain. But on the older ones, you leave multiple kisses, or even lick them with your tongue before kissing. “I meant it, Kai. You’re gorgeous. These marks don’t stop me from loving you.”
Slowly, he makes eye contact with you again. His hands reach out to your face, and when he gets a hold of you, he pulls you in for another deep kiss on his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” He asks with a tear emerging.
“You don’t have to deserve love, baby.” You kiss his collarbone. 
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Your lips travel to his chest. Giving him a taste of his own medicine, you swirl your tongue around one of his nipples. He moans loudly, arching his back.
“Holy shit, I didn’t know that would feel that good.”
“Can I continue to make you feel things like that?”
“Yes, please. I need it, I need you. Wait, but let me-” he suddenly sticks two fingers into your wet heat, hovering over his own body, and pops them in his mouth. “You taste so good.”
“Are you gonna let me taste you now?”
“Sure. Yes. I meant yes.”
Your eyes warm and you continue to kiss him further down - this time, trailing his v-line. You had noticed the prominent indents the other day, but are now getting to see it up close. He moans again, enticing you more. 
“Princess.”
“I’m working on it.” Finally, you shrug his jeans down and off his body. You can tell he’s fighting the urge to hide his now-bare legs, but you opt to not pay attention to them anyway. Your gaze goes straight to the bulge in his boxers that looks even thicker without his jeans in the way. Mouth watering, you touch him first, enjoying the feeling. 
“Y/N, please. It’s uncomfortable. Too tight.”
Succumbing to his wishes, you tap his hips for him to lift them, then peel back the final confinement. His cock springs out, slapping his stomach in the process. You’re quick to lean forward and lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Kai sinks his head into the pillow, groaning huskily. After pulling his boxers all the way off, you refocus your attention back to the length in front of you. 
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” you mutter. The praise makes him twitch, and you immediately reach out to grasp him between two of your fingers. “Need to taste.” And then you finally do. You start at the tip, rolling your tongue over the slit counter clockwise, stimulating precum in the process. Some of it leaks into your mouth, straight down your throat, but most of it drips down the side of cock. It doesn’t get far, though, before you move your head to catch it, licking your way from the base to the tip, again. 
A shiver runs through his body. “Feels so good.” Barely audible, but you hear him. 
Positioning your head over him, you prepare to take him fully. To you, it’s a five second break of deep breaths, but to Kai, overwhelmed in pleasure, there’s almost no warning. As soon as you’re ready, you sink your mouth down on him until you get about halfway and your gag reflex kicks in. Cock hitting the back of your throat, you gag around him.
“Y/N, you okay?” He sits up on his elbows, worried he’d accidentally hurt you.
Slowly, you lift your head back up, “I’m good, baby. Just training my throat to take you.”
He swallows so hard that you see his Adam’s apple bob. “Oh, um…” He doesn’t lay back down, opting to watch you instead. 
You don’t mind as you go down for a second time, getting further now. You do it several times, taking more and more of him each time. Your tongue swirls around his length and traces his veins. In fact, there’s one vein in particular that especially makes Kai moan every time you hit it. It’s on the underside of his cock, and you start to pay special attention to it. The rest of his length sits against your face as you focus on it.
Kai doesn’t know if the sight or the feeling is affecting him more. Either way, he feels himself getting close to release. Your mouth is around him, head bobbing up and down rapidly, when he twitches. He whines, resisting the urge to hold your head where he wants. Suddenly, though, you stop and remove your mouth completely. 
“Fuck, wait, I’m about to…”
“I know, pumpkin. Can’t let you do that yet.”
He’s about to ask why, but then sees his answer. In one quick motion, you’re removing your own pants and lining your bodies together. “Ready?”
“Mhm. Yes.”
You smile, grab his cock to hold it upright, then sink your heat down onto him. Kai collapses, elbows no longer supporting him, as pleasure consumes him.
“You okay?”
“Yes, oh- oh god.”
“Can I move? I’ll start slow.”
“Please.”
As promised, you slowly begin to ride his length. Your hands rest on either side of his body and lips are pressed to his chest, leaving hot kisses all over his skin. 
“Let me know if you want to try and take over.”
“Okay.”
When Kai starts to relax, you pick up the pace. Not too fast, but little by little. Soon, his hands find your hips and he helps guide you. His fingers have a tight grip on you, but it only makes you wetter. 
“I think, I wanna… wanna try…”
“Want to be on top, angel?”
“Mhm.”
“Okay. You can just flip us or I can move, what are you feeling?” But the hungry look in his eyes already gives you your answer.
As soon as you nod and grab onto his shoulders, he flips the both of you so that you’re now pressed into the bed. With his usual role re-established, so does his dominance. You open your legs wider to give him more access, and he immediately takes advantage of it. With a lick of his lips, he pushes his cock into you, not stopping until he’s run out of length. 
“Oh my god,” you mutter. 
“Is it too much?”
“No, you’re perfect. Move when you’re ready, mmkay?”
He nods, then copies the way you rode him when he begins to move: arms on your side, head ducked into your chest. His lips attach to your nipples, sucking, and pulling them between his teeth. When he gets a hold of his balance, you feel pressure on your clit, too. 
“Fuck, Kai. You’re so good.”
His body jolts, “say it again.”
“What?”
“Name. Say it again.”
“Kai,” you pant as he quickens pace.
“No one else is home baby, say it louder.”
You had forgotten this fact, actually, but the minute he reminds you, you let yourself go. “Fuck,” you moan, rather loudly, “feels so good, Kai! Fuck. Harder.”
He spreads your legs wider and thrusts harder upon request. Obscene sounds fill the room, mixed with your moans and whimpers.
“Kai,” you pant, “need to hear you, too.”
“I’d rather hear you, Princess.”
“Aw, come on, gorgeous. Nothing turns me on more than men moaning,” you admit. “Need to hear you.”
Previously held-back grunts and groans tumble from his mouth at your confession. When his lips return to your nipple, he makes sure to keep up with your request, sending vibrations throughout your body. 
“I’m close, Kai. So close, so close… don’t stop what you’re doing.”
“I’m getting there, too,” he twitches again. “Come for me, Princess.”
As soon as he asks, your orgasm rips through your body. Loud moans follow, and your eyes roll back in your head. Kai rides you through yours, before pulling out and immediately releasing all over your face and chest. Some drips off your shoulders, down to the bedsheets.
The minute he catches his breath, a worried expression takes over his face, “I’m sorry! I knew I shouldn’t do it inside you, but wasn’t sure where else to. I aimed for your chest and misfired.”
You make direct eye contact with him, then swipe a bunch off your cheek with your finger before sucking it off. “Oh, I’ll never complain about a facial.” You dart your tongue out to the side to gather more. “And don’t worry, I kinda like the taste. How the hell were you a virgin, Kai?! You were amazing the whole way through!”
He blushes, “um, thank you.”
You can’t help but giggle. Only Kai would be sweet enough to thank you for complimenting his sexual ability. Your ex-boyfriend, to whom you had lost your virginity, threw you an, “I know,” when you told him he was good. This little fact just made you love Kai even more. 
Then, as if he couldn’t get more perfect, his next words are, “can I clean you up now, Princess? And then we can cuddle and nap?”
“Of course. Give me a kiss first.”
Kai leans forward and kisses you sweetly. His tongue sweeps over your bottom lip, wetting it gently. 
“Blood,” he comments.
“Hm?”
“There’s blood on your lip.”
You run your own tongue along it, “must’ve bit it in pleasure.”
“I’ll be right back, okay?” He pulls on a loose pair of sweatpants from his drawer, giving you a wink. 
“Okay, darling.”
Two minutes later, Kai returns with a warm rag and a water bottle. First, he cleans the small sore and any remaining blood off your lip, then hands you the bottle. “Drink,” he insists. As you do, he moves the rag over your face and down your neck and chest, cleaning off his drying cum. He rubs your lower body next, easing some of the soreness as well as wiping away your cum. “Anywhere else?”
“No, I’m okay. Do you need anything?”
“Just you,” he sappily replies. 
“Okay, come here then.” Arms wide open, you gather him up and pull him close. You take a hand away for a split-second to pull the blankets over you two, earning a whine before he realizes what you’re doing. As soon as your arm is back around him, he snuggles into your body. “I love you, Kai,” you whisper with your lips against his cheek.
“I love you, too, Princess. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth something to someone.” 
As much as his words sadden you, they also make you feel warm inside. You’re the one that makes him feel that way, and that’s pretty fucking special. 
“Always, my sweetheart.” You give him a kiss to the cheek, keeping your lips there even afterwards. His heartbeat slows into a comfortable rhythm and breathing evens out, and soon, he’s fast asleep in your arms. 
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bunni-v1 · 19 days ago
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hii, congratulations on 500 followers 🎊
May I request a full nsfw alphabet for azul ashengrotto please?
🍓Huzzah, Azul is done. I think I only have three more of these, and then I'm done with them. I'm planning on writing more for Lighter though, so... lord knows when I'll refocus lol. I just... I love he.
Azul NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare: This can go one of two ways: Azul pampers you or you pamper Azul. He wants nothing more in the whole world than to ensure that you are comfortable, happy, and satisfied. He will wipe you down, draw you a bath, wash your hair, and give you a whole spa treatment if you let him. He wraps you up in fluffy towels and gives you his softest set of pajamas, that is when he has the energy to do that. Usually, Azul is so worn out that he can’t pamper you like the queen you are, and you’re the one doing all that for him. The only exception is when he’s in his mer form… he uses considerably less energy to satisfy both of your needs like that, let's just say.
B = Body Part: He’s a thigh guy, you can just tell from that stupid little smirk. Legs are so annoying, they’re clunky and they move oddly; he hates them. That is until he saw yours. Suddenly he gets the appeal. They’re truly captivating, you know? They can be so graceful on the right person. As for himself, I think he’d probably say something like his hands or his face. He uses his hands a lot, to write contracts, make food, use magic, etc.. They’re useful, and you seem to enjoy them a lot when he uses them on you. With his face, he knows he’s handsome and charming, it’s one of his biggest weapons so of course he’s a fan of it.
C = Cum: Azul is very conservative, I feel. It’s either inside or nothing. He just thinks it’s kind of gross, I mean, seriously he doesn’t want to stain his nice satin sheets. Also, uhm, why would he waste his seed when it could be put to proper use? Before you ask, yes, he scoops up any that manages to slip out and pushes it back in. As for color, I imagine it’s much darker in color than humans, more of a grey/blue color and it’s rather sweet tasting. If you ask him nicely, he might let you eat it up.
D = Dirty Secret: Maybe not a secret, but he wants to knock you up sooooo bad. He’s fully aware it’s irresponsible, you’re both college students with lives ahead of you, but imagining you with his kids makes him a little more than irrational. He’d NEVER let it happen though, always ensuring you’ve taken the morning-after pill or your birth control if you have it. He’s not ready to be a father until he’s got his business ventures settled. (In a few years after you graduate though? Lol, good luck with this guy.)
E = Experience: NONE! Azul has zero experience and it shows. He’s super clumsy the first time, and everything makes him blush. He cums putting it in and he cries about it too. You can’t blame him though, he’s kind of a super loner. It’s not like he’d ever let anyone close enough to sleep with him in the first place, so be gentle with him. He definitely gets way better as he learns what you like. You come across him studying human sexual anatomy a few times, and even though he’s embarrassed, thinking about it like classwork helps calm his nerves. 
F = Favorite Position: If he’s topping, probably missionary – unless you’re fucking his mer form, then he pretty much pulls you around however he likes. Weirdly, he likes holding you upside down while he pumps his tentacles inside you. He thinks you won’t be able to hurt him that way (you weren’t gonna hurt him period, but instinct wins ig).  When you’re topping, cowgirl all the way, please. Loves watching you bounce, it’s so satisfying.
G = Goofy: I don’t see him as goofy during, not intentionally, at least. He’s playful sure, enjoying teasing you for your reactions, but he’s not really jokey. He doesn’t think sex is the time to mess around and poke fun at each other. It’s intimate and vulnerable, so he’d rather not crack jokes if he can.
H = Hair: Rest assured that Azul is wonderfully groomed. Sometimes he shaves it clean down there, other times he keeps a little white tuft of hair, but it’s always nice and presentable.
I = Intimacy: Oh Azul is so sweet. He holds you close and whispers in your ear about how happy he is, how lucky he is to have you, how much he loves you. It’s a very vulnerable time, and when Azul is so flooded with pleasure, he tends to lose himself to it. He wants the same reassurance from you, of course, especially when you’re the one in charge. Be sure to whisper sweet nothings to make him feel good.
J = Jack Off: He doesn’t like masturbating, like, at all. It’s such an annoying task and it’s so messy, so he avoids it at all costs. The only time he’ll try it is if you ask to watch him, and he expects a nice reward afterward too. Other than that? Why would he do anything like that when he has you to help?
K = Kink: So other than the established breeding kink, I think Azul is pretty vanilla. He’s not into restraints usually. Other than in his mer form, where he can easily twist and bend and hold you where he likes. He’s not all that into marking, finds it more embarrassing than anything. One thing he is into is size difference – specifically when he’s in his mer form you are dwarfed by him. You’re so small and malleable and cute, especially when you whine that you can’t handle it anymore.
L = Location: His bedroom is a fan favorite. It’s quiet and private, and no one can bother either of you. He’d rather no one be able to see either of you in such an intimate position, especially not Floyd or Jade. You can, however, convince him to let you have sex in his office. The door is lockable and there are no widows, and the room is soundproof. The only issue is Jade has a key (NOT Floyd), and you could still get caught, but the risk is… kind of thrilling. (Jade would 100% do it on purpose too).
M = Motivation: Seeing your legs is a big one for him. He could stare at them all day if allowed, the way they move, and sevens if he could touch them it would be way better. Wearing stockings or particularly short shorts and skirts also kills him. Alternatively, arguing with him (in a playful way) is a surefire way to get him riled up. He doesn’t know why he likes it so much, he just gets a thrill when you’re both poking each other's buttons.
N = No: Absolutely nothing public, he hates the idea of being watched. On top of that, no filming or pictures of either of you. He doesn’t want them to accidentally get out and be used as blackmail against him. Also no degradation, please. He’s sensitive, he will cry and it will ruin the mood, so don’t hurt him like that. Oh, no sharing either. He’s not a big fan of sharing his loved one’s attention, especially not in this context.
O = Oral: Listen Azul might be bad in bed to start, but he’s amazing at eating you out. It’s the one thing that he just got immediately, and that isn’t a commentary on him liking food or anything, he’s just fucking talented with his tongue. Like, mind-blowingly good at manipulating it in ways that will have your eyes rolling.
P = Pace: Azul always tries to take his time with things, so he’s very slow and sensual. He prefers deep and precise thrusts over aggressive and fast ones because he likes to feel everything. Sometimes he closes his eyes just to get lost in that sensation. However, as he gets closer and closer to cumming he gets a little sloppy. He misses his rhythm more and more until he stutters his hips and pushes aaaalllllllllll the way in.
Q = Quickie: Not a big fan of them, honestly. Like I said, he prefers to take his time and really feel everything, so quickies are just not his forte. Not to say he’s against them, he absolutely has indulged you in his office really quick between clients, but he just doesn’t prefer them.
R = Risk: He does not like risk, which makes him way too anxious and he performs way worse than he normally does. He doesn’t want to be seen in an intimate position with you like that, and he’s not all that up to experiment out of his comfort zone either. He knows what he likes, and it’s highly unlikely you surprise him.
S = Stamina: He doesn’t have a lot of stamina for himself, which is why he takes a nice long time with foreplay. He enjoys seeing you cum a few times before the main event, mostly because he can only cum once before he’s done. Though, in his mer form this isn’t the case. He can go for multiple rounds non-stop if you want, he just usually doesn’t because that’s not exactly healthy for a human to go through.
T = Toys: I don’t think he has many toys for you, because why would you need them when you have him? He can do more than any of them even could. He takes extra offense to tentacle-shaped toys, do you think he’s a joke? Besides, he knows how much more you like his tentacles so why would you waste time with silicone when you have a much nicer alternative?
U = Unfair: Believe it or not, Azul isn’t unfair at all. He’s not that big of a tease, though sometimes he comes off that way, and he certainly won’t make you beg for your own pleasure. It’s his job to make you feel good, withholding that is a failure to uphold his side of the bargain. He can’t have that. Now if you tease him a little he wouldn’t be opposed, just… when he tells you to stop, please stop. 
V = Volume: Azul is very whiny. He tries his best to bite back his noises, but he always makes them, and he makes a lot of them. Usually, it’s little squeaks and sighs of pleasure, but sometimes when he’s really far gone, he makes these delicious drawn-out moans that would make a porn star blush. He would like it if you were vocal as well, mostly to drown out his shame a little lol.
W = Wild Card: Azul would absolutely love to eat a full meal off you one day. Like, appetizers, main course, and you for dessert type shit. As much as he tries to hide it, he loves food so much, and I know he would love to combine it with you. So, eating food off of you is a bigggggg thing he wants to do someday. (He would never voice this, and would take it to his grave.)
X = X-Ray: Azul’s member is the strongest out of the Octinivelle trio, purely because it’s just not human looking even in human form. Jade and Floyd at least have human-like penises, but Azul… not so much. It’s wide, on the shorter side about 4 inches, and black in color. It resembles a tentacle but retains the human penile structure. It’s the same in his mer-form, so its easy to assume his penis just isn’t affected in the transformation.
Y = Yearning: Azul’s sex drive is about average, but he doesn’t usually act upon it. He likes to have sex maybe once a week, but with his schedule, even that can be difficult. He’s very good at ignoring his needs when he needs to, so a lot of the time you’ll have to be the one to initiate and tell him to do something about his yearning problem. Z = Zzz: He falls asleep pretty quickly depending on how long everything took. He likes to stay up and care for you and himself a bit, but he’s still quick to fall asleep when everything is in order. He just doesn’t have that much energy, poor thing.
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alaskan-wallflower · 3 months ago
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Hiii do you have any fluffy Soda hcs he’s my favorite:) 🎃
Yes!!
This boy was a SCREECHER as a baby. Like they were fooled with Darry because he was the world’s easiest baby but Soda? Soda was SO not 😭
He was also really clingy as a baby…every time his mom put him down he’d start crying but whenever she’d pick him back up he’d be fine
When he learned how to walk he never stopped. He couldn’t sit still as a kid. Even eating at the table he’d just straight up walk away to run around in circles
Whenever he eats a filling meal he suddenly gets zoomies and Darry/Pony have to chase him around because if he doesn’t get the energy out before bed he’s gonna be up all night yapping to Pony
I keep saying this but he’s got some undiagnosed ADHD going on. His dad did too. So he’s pretty much the one who looks out for Soda the most
He did drama in high school! He was always either the love interest or the comedic relief but he did it because he needed to expend some of his energy and it turned out he was really good at it
He can sing really good. And he can surprisingly keep a beat pretty well
He was probably a band kid. He played in the marching band and whenever Darry was playing he would SCREAM at him (in an encouraging way-Darry will never ever tell Soda but it was SO mortifying)
Not really fluff but after Two Bit he was the most hurt when Darry “almost went Soc” because he would flat out avoid Soda in the hallway and maybe ONCE actually joined Paul in on making fun of Soda (he immediately felt AWFUL when he saw the way Soda visibly deflated and just gave him this “how could you@ look
(I have SO many headcanons for Darry almost going Soc that i’ll yap about if anyone wants 👀)
He has THE fluffiest hair. He never really greased it save prior to rumbles and when he just wants to show off his status but other than that he never does. He’s got floof (all three curtiss’s do…after almost going Soc Darry starts growing his hair long again)
Freckles, freckles, freckles!! This boy has SOOOO many freckles! all over his cheeks and face
He’s a cuddler. A BIG cuddler. He clings to Pony and Pony will just wake up and be like “Soda let me go I gave to go to the bathroom” and he just refuses
Him and Steve sometimes snuggle behind the counters in the DX if nobody’s there
Him and Steve do a lot of that “no homo” stuff-like they’re THOSE friends
He was originally the one who brought Johnny to the gang because he was like “hey you look lonely and now I’m your friend whether you like it or not” and Johnny just went with it
Him and Steve have been friends since birth and Steve will make fun of Soda for being six months younger than him
Soda gets sooooo angry lol
He’s pansexual. He doesn’t care. As long as they’re kind to him and his family and he loves them
He has HORRIBLE taste in women :(
He ends up being the shortest of the three boys but he doesn’t care. Taller brothers = more brothers to cuddle
Hope these are alright!
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themorbidflowercollector · 1 year ago
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hello fellow reader!! my name is Mor, and this is my beautiful blog!!
this blog is just straight horny…
and I reblog shit I like!
MINORS DNI (18+)
NO AI IS ALLOWED. ALL REBLOGS/POSTS BELOW BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL WRITERS/OWNERS. AI USE IS THIEVERY.
fav fics/drabbles recos: (IN PROGRESS)
Smut Levels (💚/💛/❤️‍🔥)
Call of Duty
“Bone Deep” by @the-californicationist
Pairing: John Price & Fem!Reader
Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Married Life
Smut Level: 💛
Personal Notes: The writing style is sooooo well done, angst was top tier, groveling from Price was also very top tier.
Any Fic by @ceilidho
Pairings: Price & Fem!Reader, Ghost & Fem!Reader, Soap & Fem!Reader, Ghoap & Fem!Reader, Ghost & Soap
Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: I’ve linked their master list above because all of their fics ARE SO FUCKING GOOD. Oh my god. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve reread some of them.
“Permission” by @bi-writes
Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader
Tags: Dark Fic, Power Dynamic (D/S/S), Possessiveness (kinda?)
Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: This thread had me BARKING. That’s all I have to say, anyways…
Any Fic by @charliemwrites
Pairings: TF141 & Fem!Reader/GN!Reader, Nikto & Fem!Reader
Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Another one of my all time fav writers!! I linked their master list because everything is so FUCKING GOOD. I reread their fics all the time!!
Any Fic by @makoodles
Pairings: Gaz & Fem!Reader, Price & Fem!Reader, Ghost & Fem!Reader, Avatar & Fem!Reader
Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: You want plot? Done. Angst? Done. One of the best fucking writing styles ever? DONE. Oh my god. I’ve linked the whole master list because Jesus Christ. I would recommend starting off with this…you’ll understand why, (I was frothing at the mouth).
Any Fic by @kneelingshadowsalome
Pairings: Ghost & Fem!Reader, König & Fem!Reader, Price & Fem!Reader
Smut Level: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Some of the most well written fics I have ever read on here, all of them deserve a looking at! Please pay attention to the warnings posted, some of them cover dark topics!!
“Tired” by @cordeliawhohung
Pairing: Pornstar!Gaz & Pornstar!Reader (Fem)
Tags: Comfort, Exhausted Reader, Faked Orgasm, Blossoming Relationship
Smut: 💚
Personal Notes: So cute and fluffy. Def a pick-me-up read!!
“Apocalypse” by @bi-writes
Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader
Tags: DARK FIC. Attempted SA. Please read tags!!
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Literal fucking poetry. Nitty Gritty. 10/10 as always.
“Double Date” by @shotmrmiller
Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: Good sex. Slight Dubcon?? (in the beginning, but don’t worry girl, they’re both def into it 🤭)
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Literal drool seeping from my mouth hole. That’s all.
“What Binds Us” by @imperihoe-writes
Pairing: Soap & Fem!Reader
Tags: Divorce. Angsty Angst. Happy ending.
No smut!!
Personal Notes: Kid you not, I’ve reread this work of art three times. It’s so good if you’re craving some angst and a pick me up!! Such a good read!!
“Trouble in Paradise” by @groguspicklejar
Pairing: RegencyEra!Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: Angsty Angst, Arranged Marriage, Emotional Neglect, Simon is a dickhead at first…(but everyone can learn from their mistakes 😌)
Smut: 💚 (brief, and not enjoyed on either side — martial duty thing)
Personal Notes: FINGER. LICKING. GOOD. Call me KFC cause I’m about eat this SHIT UP. But on a real note, so excited for this fic!! I just know it’s about to be DELECTABLE.
“Wherever You Go, I Shall Follow” by @heavenbarnes
Pairing: OlderBf!Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: Fluff, Domestic Life
No smut.
Personal Notes: So well written and so fucking cute!! I reread this twice in one sitting, and it’s so cute to think that he’d follow you around everywhere in yalls home. Super cute and def recommend!!
“Simple Math” by @peachesofteal
Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader
Tags: MENTIONS OF PREVIOUS DOMESTIC ABUSE. Hurt/Comfort. So much Positive Reinforcement I could get a toothache from how sweet and gentle this fic is. PTSD. Panic Attacks. Angst. Fluff (There are tags on each chapter, please read them.)
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Absolutely fucking amazing. The writing is SO well done and formatted, the world building, the relationship building — all of it is top-fucking-tier. I HIGHLY recommend this chaptered fic if you (1) need a good, long read, and (2) want some fluff and angst. Words cannot truly describe just how RICH this fic is.
“Soap Soulmate AU” by @all-purpose-dish-soap
Pairing: Soap & Fem!ShadowReader
Tags: Angst, Interrogation, Meanish!141, Reader is a Shadow
Smut: 💚 (so far)
Personal Notes: Girlllllllllll — this shit is fire. The pining?? Deadass has me in a chokehold. God bless.
“A Helping Hand” by @void-my-warranty
Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader & Soap
Tags: Established Relationship (Ghost & Reader), Voyeurism, Ghost asks Johnny to help his gf cum
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: I’m a slut for a good relationship that involves great communication and soooo much affection. Absolutely love the premise of this fic, and I can’t wait for more!!
“Cool Girl” by @peachesofteal
Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader
Tags: ANGST, Hurt/No Comfort, Meanish Soap and Ghost (for now, them bitches better grovel), [UPDATE] SIMON WTF
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Anytime you read a fic by @peachesofteal, you already KNOW it’s about to be fucking great. Can’t wait for the updates!!
“The Nanny” by @moondirti
Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader
Tags: Established Relationship, A Tiny Human, Reader is a Nanny, Voyuerism
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Homegirl has these boys fIENDINNGGGGG — like?? As you should. The second parts ending made me audibly gasp, can’t wait for the updates!!
“That Man is a Dog” by @luvit
Pairing: TF141 & Fem!Reader/GN!Reader
Tags: TF141 are dog shifters, #no I don’t support bestiality and this is not that, Reader is a Trainer
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: The writing is so fucking good, smut is mouth-watering — girl just read this damn fic. So excited for more updates!!
Any Fic by @391780
Pairings: TF141 & Fem!Reader, Nikto & Fem!Reader, Kate Laswell & Fem!Reader, Nikolai & Fem!Reader
Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT — please read each fic’s respective warnings, some of them cover very dark topics.
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: I’ve been spamming the fucking reblog button girl. All of their fics are so well written, the character building and scene building are literally fucking insane. Not to mention the smut?? Girl?? My vibrator is about to say deuces, grow legs, and leave my horny ass alone in my bedroom.
“Feast” by @ceilidho
Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: Ghost is a construction worker and really fucking unhinged, Reader is an elementary school teacher and is unhinged as well, god-tier smut, I’m a slut for a good cunnilingus scene
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Jesus-fucking-Christ you’ve done it again. Good lord. This is just so filthy and desperate and I’m SO here for it.
“Bury Me Beneath the Basswood Tree” by @vanderilnde
Pairing: Ghoap & Fem!Reader
Tags: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, please check their tags.
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Literally so well written?? Hello?? And the smut?? Oh my god?? Girl I ate this shit up, no crumbs left. CLEAN FUCKING PLATE.
“Fields of Elation” by @charliemwrites
Pairing: Captain John MacTavish & Fem!Reader
Tags: Persephone/Hades Dupeeeee (funny reference, laugh pls), toe curling smut, fated soulmates
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE — TURN IT UP!!! Love love LOVE the premise of this!!! So excited for this story!! Writing is on point, as always!!
“Soft” by @all-purpose-dish-soap
Pairing: SoapGaz & Fem!Reader
Tags: Gaz & Soap are curious, mentions of a bite, attempted drowning (unsuccessful bc Gaz gives Soap a slap on the wrist)
No smut
Personal Notes: Literally fulfills my childhood dream of merpeople except it features two of my favs. Love this!!
“Royalty” by @cadotoast
Pairing: Knight!John Price & Fem!Reader
Tags: Meet-Cute (Damsel in Distress type shit), John is in the background (for now), Eventual smut?, Medieval Time Setting
No smut rn
Personal Notes: The writing is so well done?? Hello?? Love love LOVE when writers do time appropriate language so this is such a slay girlboss. World building and setting are so WELL DONE. CANT WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTERS!!!
“Body Electric” by @yeyinde
Pairings: TF141 & Fem!Reader, Rudy & Fem!Reader, Alejandro & Fem!Reader
Tags: Gangbang
Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: I have been thinking about this fic for fucking MONTHS!! So glad to have found it again!! Oh my fucking god. This is such a horny, depraved read and I fucking LOVE IT. Thank you for this gift you’ve bestowed upon us.
“Can’t Stop Thinking About” by @a-b-riddle
Pairing: Poly141 & Fem!Reader
Tags: ANGST ANGST ANGST, Hurt/Some Comfort, Walk them boys like a dog, they were in a relationship but things fell apart bc the boys treated reader like shit
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: this should have been added LONG ago. I’m absolutely in love with this fic. Writing is so good, I love to read about men groveling and a woman not being quick to forgive. I seriously cannot state how much I am IN LOVE with the premise of this fic. SO SO SO excited for future updates!!
“Here’s Hoping Things Look Better on the Other Side” by @ghouljams
Pairing: Cowboy!Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: Filthy Panty-Wetting Toe-Curling Smut, the sexual tension between them both is fucking insane
Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: if you already cannot tell, I fucking LOVED this. Oh. My. God. World building was insane, description of Ghost and the readers sexual tension? Hello?? And that’s even BEFORE the smut happened. Good lord. This is a sweet treat that I will have to repeat.
“Threshold” by @rememberwren
Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: Ghost is a Virgin and doesn’t inform reader, cute soft sex, I’m a SLUT for a cute cunnilingus scene, Ghost briefly gets head
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: This is so soft and well-written, it genuinely put a smile on my face. I absolutely loved the premise of this fic, and loved the way the author wrote Ghost as soaking up every moment and trying to extend things, (read it and you’ll know what I’m talking about). This will def be a reread in the near future, and from then on. HUGE recommend. (Side note: another fav of mine from this author is Skin Deep. So fucking good, also another huge rec.)
“Soft Spot” by @cordeliawhohung
Pairing: Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: They’re a cute couple, they go through some shit together so plz pay attention to the tags on each chapter, they make it out
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Core fucking killed it again. I CANNOT stress enough how fucking great a read this was. The emotional depth of both characters was so well-written and thought out — and the complexity of their relationship?? Girl. It’s such a good fucking read. #SoftSimonForever.
“Cherry Bomb” by @swordsandholly
Pairing: Poly!TF141 & PlusSizeFem!Reader
Tags: shit is finger licking good, 141 owns a tattoo parlor, reader becomes the front desk person (I forgot the name, I’m tired, sue me ig)
Smut: ?
Personal Notes: Two chapters so far, and I’m fucking hooked. Good lord. Well-written as always, but that’s not really surprising with this author, is it?? Character building and depth so far is fucking insane, literally so fucking good. SO SO so excited to see more of this!!
Barry Sloane. by @staytrueblue
Personal Notes: This is literally solely for me, but just for context, there are listed video scenes of Barry Sloane (who plays John Price) kissing and making out. That’s all. #MorIsAHornyBastard — but seriously, fucking props to this beautiful soul for putting this together. And they involve character analysis of his roles?? Def more to dive into if you’re interested.
“In Limbo” by @cordeliawhohung
Pairing: Mafia!Ghost & Fem!Reader
Tags: Ghost is in the Mafia, 141 is part of the Mafia, Reader has Debts, Noncon touching/kissing (not from Simon)
Smut: ?
Personal Notes: This has honestly been a long time coming. Written is top tier — the description of an anxious, and private reader?? Literally insane. Love the way that Simon is written, Core always has a tendency to write characters RIGHT. Super psyched for future chapters!!
“Not What Was Sought” by @dozeydaisy
Pairing: Regency!Price & AFAB!Reader
Tags: This Right Here is a Big Boy, Just the right amount of angst, live laugh love the comfort that comes, #BridgertonButCODversion, please check tags on the fic!!
Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Read this in one sitting, and i had to take a moment in the middle to just think — you know at Thanksgiving when they ask you what you’re thankful for? I literally paused and thanked all writers, especially this author. Good fucking god. I hadn’t even gotten to the smut yet and I had to take a minute?? Hello?? The chemistry between Price and the reader was off the charts — and I’m ALWAYS a slut for a good witty character that surpasses their time. Honestly. This is so well-written and perfectly drawn out. And bitch? This is ONE FIC. ONE. I’m hooked. I’m absolutely positive I will be adding more to this rec list from this author, so stay tuned for that. What you shouldn’t wait for, on the other hand, is reading this fic. Do it. Now, (an affectionate threat).
“Cowboy Simon Riley” by @ebodebo
Pairing: Fem!Reader & Cowboy!Ghost
Tags: Explicit Sex in a mfing BARN‼️, Ghost is a party crasher, death threats (not towards reader, in the beginning, and very brief), Enemies to Lovers??, slut shaming, hurt/comfort
Smut: ❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: I absolutely fucking love the dynamic between characters where they’re desperate for each other to the point where they get irritated by what the other says/does. Oh my god. This author wrote it so well with a little world building and that takes so much fucking talent. 10/10 — will for SURE be reading the other parts.
“Call of the Sea” by @starsofang
Pairing: Pirate!141 & Fem!Reader
Tags: Mean Pirates, Kidnapping, Reader is in a Jail Cell, Reader is a Medic
Smut: ?
Personal Notes: Hook, Line, and Sinker bitch (no pun intended). I’m absolutely smitten with the idea of a Pirate 141, and you’re telling me they’re all going to be in a relationship at some point?? OUHHHHHH. I’m hyped. But anyways, this author knows how to fucking write. Good lord. World building, the flow of writing, even down to the words they use. Fucking phenomenal. I will DEFINITELY be keeping up with this series, and checking out the others as well. I HIGHLY recommend giving any fic this author has written a chance, I’m 100% positive it’ll be a treat.
“Solomon’s Seal” by @the-californicationist
Pairing: Price & Fem!Reader
Tags: Femdom, Consent Given (Multiple Check-Ins), Rope Bondage, Description of Injuries Received prior to the scene, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Plz check tags
Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: I literally discovered something new about myself through this fic — not even joking. This is so well done and well written. I absolutely love when there is such an emotional connection between two characters where one is just releasing all of their emotions and just relinquishing control. Maybe that’s why Femdom appeals to me?? Idk, but this fic is absolutely fucking amazing. 10/10.
“Squeak ‘Em If You Got ‘Em” by @charliemwrites
Pairing: Price & Fem!Reader
Tags: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Inappropriate Work Relationship (but who cares), pls read tags!!
Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: OH MY FUCKING GOD. The author ate this up?? Hello?? I absolutely loved the build-up and the tension. And the smut?? Girl. I am fed for the next few YEARS. (Psstttt…the Ghost version is here…)
“The Scottish Cabin in the Woods” by @charliemwrites
Pairing: SerialKiller!Ghost & Soap & Fem!Reader
Tags: Serial Killer AU, Dark Content, Kidnapping, Violence and Murder, (Mentions of) Torture, BDSM Elements and Dynamics, (Mild) Pet Play, Predator/Prey Kink, Dacryphilia, Impact Play (Spanking), Humiliation Kink, Dub-Con, One (1) Ableist Slur (and the guy ends up dying) — copied straight from the tag list!!
Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: Absolutely in love. I’m not usually a huge fan of the whole kidnapping dynamic because the characters are usually placed in a harsh setting — but putting the characters in a setting where they are (moderately) comfortable?? Ate this shit up. I absolutely adore that the Pet Play dynamic wasn’t overdone, but just the right amount. Girl, the smut is top-fucking-tier — heavy on dom/sub dynamics, everyone is satisfied all around. I genuinely am in love with the premise of this fic and the way it’s written. And the cliffhanger we’re left with in the last update?? Things are about to get A LOT more interesting between the characters, and I’m excited to see the way the author explores it. 25/10, a HUGE rec.
“Big Man, Big Mouth” by @shotmrmiller
Pairing: Simon Riley & Fem!Reader
Tags: Mild Voyuerism??, Johnny is a perv (but they all are in some ways in this fic), Undermining of Job Position??, SIZE KINK. SIZE KINK. SIZE KINK., they’re both dirty asf in this — practice good hygienic methods for sex kids!! (or don’t 🤭)
Smut: ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
Personal Notes: I fucking love the premise of this fic. TF141 as a construction crew?? Reader is the surveyor?? (I forgot the proper name, don’t judge). Simon being brooding and mysterious as ever?? Simon being down bad?? LIKE BAD?? The way the author wrote him has me OBSESSED. Oh my god. Just the banter and the chemistry between him and the reader has me hooked. This is such a sweet treat of a fic that I will have to keep indulging in.
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kneelingshadowsalome · 1 year ago
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Hi there! New follower here, and can I just say I LOVE how you write König? Like seriously, thank you SOOOOO much for not writing him like a soulless monster or something like I normally see when I look in the tags (I kid you not, I saw someone ask for a r@pist König fanfic not too long ago and it put me off him for a short while). Sure you write him crazy but you don't go that far. Thank you for that.
That being said, how would your interpretation of König handle a reader who has a history like that? Like maybe they were abused in that way as a child or a teen? They're in therapy of course and handle the trauma as best they can but they have that sort of fear of intimacy still, if that makes sense? Maybe they're still battling guilt/self blame, and feel like he could do better with someone who isn't "damaged goods" or something?
Sorry if it's bothersome but I'm very curious! Thank you, and I really hope you have a wonderful day! 💙🌹
Hey dear anon, welcome and thank you so much! 🩷💕
I can understand wanting to read dubcon and noncon at times, it’s all good and hey, to each their own! I can also understand the need to steer clear from these kind of fics (please, always take care of yourself and don’t expose yourself to content you don't vibe with 🩷) and I’m so glad to hear you like the way I write for König. I definitely love monsters with souls! Perhaps it tells something that everytime I *really try* to write a dark fic, I usually get comments like “weee so fluffy and cute!” :D Like did we win…?
As to your question on how would König handle reader with background of abuse:
König is not the most nurturing, tactful man but upon hearing about your past, he’d get super caring and tender. He has this fantasy of being a saving/conquering hero so, yeah, you just became his damsel in distress. To him, you're both a strong survivor and a fragile victim, so you gain something of a saint status in his eyes.
And he would never ever think you’re damaged goods, no. To him, you’re the purest of angels whose soul and body has been ravaged. For this alone, he’ll go to war for you, against the whole world if need be.
Violence is his way to deal with life’s big problems, so he’d want to hunt down and kill the perpetrator if they’re still alive, no question about it. He’d be willing to commit a good old murder and risk going to prison because he couldn’t stand it that this human filth is walking around unpunished. That’s his first way of dealing with this thing: eliminate the threat, then come and comfort you.
So… If you don’t want him to do that (either because you don’t agree with him about the measure of punishment, or because you’re afraid he’ll get caught/will face a prison senctence because of it), you’d have to get super crafty with trying to conceal who this person is because König is going to find out who they are whether you want it or not. He’d have such a hard time respecting your boundaries in this because someone has to avenge you. He has contacts and he can and will use them to get to this fucker and end their life.
Homicide aside, he’ll get overprotective of you. Has to have you in his line of sight at all times to make sure you’re safe and happy and ok.
Sex might be a challenge because König has a high sex drive. He adores you and would want nothing more than to be with you – preferably inside you – 24/7. This is how he worships you, shows love & intimacy and releases both of your stress. If sex is off the table sometimes, König would try to show his love for you in other ways such as cuddling you like crazy or accompanying you to the shower etc.
Any issues with intimacy would trigger his anxiety and fear of abandonment, and he’d get even more obsessive and clingy. Not in a whiny, co-dependent way, but in a “Everything alright, Schatz?” repeated 5 times a day type of way. König would nod and look like he understands completely when you tell him that you have these issues, but then proceeds to cuddle and smother you later anyway :/
Somehow thinks it’s his dick that might be a threat so he would try and not to flail it around you unless you specifically ask for it. Respects your boundaries on not having intercourse, but the other stuff, like squishing you against his chest every now and then or trying to please you with his hands or mouth are harder to negotiate.
Because he would try his all to give you mindblowing sex. He wants go give you good experiences, and gets a high out of making you cum multiple times. To him it’s like a hot bath, a three course meal and a year in therapy combined, to watch how you come undone. He's unusually gentle with his aftercare, and drowns you in praise when he holds you close.
Perhaps it’s a bit sick, but the fact that you both have suffered in your own ways makes you his one true love, sort of like a fated companion. In his mind, you’re soulmates who’ve gone through hell. He's also vehement in his belief that only he can love you whole again, only he can treat you right.
So the question then becomes, how do you survive an adoring, obsessive giant who’s made it his life’s purpose to make you happy? ❤️
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desired-deity · 1 year ago
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hello!! May i request for a fluffy reader x fulgur ovid and reader x uki violeta platonic fic where reader is treated as their younger sibling? can reader also be cuddly? thankyou!!!
Cuddly Touches
FULGUR OVID x Gn! READER
And
UKI VIOLETA x Gn! READER
Genre: Floof
A/n: I’m sooooo sorry that this is so late— I needed help on writing this so I had to turn to some others for help (THANK YOU GUYS THAT HELPED!) This was also a bit…interesting so if you want me to try and redo it I gladly will! Love you all!!
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When you first met Fulgur, you were intimidated to say the least. He was taller than you (sorry if you are taller than him!) and seemed like he could care less about others but when you guys first talked to each other, he lovedddd you! You were a bit taken back by it but your grew onto it.
Fulgur enjoyed your presence, and he didn’t hide it. When you would hug him for behind he would be like “awwww, you’re just adorable” he lived for your touch! You lay your head on his shoulder? He’d lay his head on top of yours. You try to hold his hand? Loves it! He wants you to cuddle him forever. So you better do it.
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You and Uki were cuddle buddies, you guys would always nap together on the couch when you had a bad day, felt under the weather, or if you guys just needed to take a nap. He loved just being able to lounge with you without anyone bothering him. He liked it. No, he loved it.
You would always be on top of him while holding his arm or waist while he would have his arms wrapped around you so you wouldn’t get up. It was lovely. He would also have a really good scent to him so it only helped out when you were trying to fall asleep (yk the perfume “Starlit Night” at Bath and Bodywork’s? Yeah- that’s what he would smell like. Love it). It was just like you were sleeping in clouds with Uki’s soft touch. Something you wouldn’t get rid of, ever.
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miaoqing · 3 months ago
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No bc he had to suffer in the first act of PIDW and detangling hair could be a great wife plot. (Coming from someone with 3b/c hair) also I think it would be sooooo funny to have him struggle like I do with my hair and it would add to his “uniqueness” though I agree he’d have more 2b/c
if it was ANY curlier than like. a strong 2c it would have gotten so matted in the abyss that not even the protagonist halo would save him i think.... that IS a good wifeplot though..... sqq having to gently detangle all his hair...... imagine also binghe who cries when his hair gets pulled on too hard.... shizuns full attention AND comfort kissies? lets fuckign go......
or alternatively for a less fluffy version; binghe's hair got so matted and dirty in the abyss that he has to CUT IT OFF gasp so unfilial..... horrible what that shitty shizun of his made him do...... 😞
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behoright · 2 years ago
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long distance friendship with andrei svechnikov
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uhhhh here's a little blurb! yall can thank @ryanpulock for this. it was just too much and needed to be shared soooorry it's so long.
warnings: haven't really proofread this I freaked out the whole time. fluffy fluffy fluffy a tiny bit of angst.
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you met when you’re both teenagers when he began playing for the lumberjacks
he obv had a crush on you but he couldn’t really speak english
you were always around the rink and at practice and stuff bc of a family member of yours so he saw you a lot
saw you do homework and stuff at the rink and he would try and talk to you or see if you could help him with english 
you helped him A LOT bc you’d be one of the last ones there and so was he so you’d hang out a lot
but you were only teenagers and you had your own lil life at your high school and stuff
eventually he went to the OHL and it was heartbreaking for the both of you tbh
he had never been more excited to move up but the second thought he had was that he wasn’t going to see you everyday anymore
same with you but you both played it off
the last night before he leaves you hang out until late and he promises you he won’t forget or stop talking to you
“even when you make it to the nhl and become a big shot?”
“never, y/n”
sdjkfhkdjvh
and so it begins
the constant constant texting
silly snapchats and you send each other memes on instagram 
he’s too shy to ask you to facetime so he doesn’t
until draft day 
dude one of the best days of his life
and on top of that - he gets a facetime call from YOU
he makes sure his hair looks good before he answers djfksljf
you were afraid that now he would forget about you but as soon as he gets to raleigh you become even closer
he never fails to send you good morning texts and snapchats
he never sends good nights tho and thats because he never wants to stop talking to you
he’d rather tell you “i fell asleep lol” instead of saying goodbye
facetime becomes the norm on his second season w the canes
it ebbs and flows when you get a boyfriend
and tbh he says hes happy for you but hes not
and he doesn't understand why because he hasn’t seen you since you were 17 and you both had a silly teenage crush
also he has every single girl available and sometimes he’d tell you about it to see if you get jealous but you don’t seem to (even though you do)
he knows he has to find another way to distract himself now that you have a boyfriend you can’t facetime him as much
gets a girlfriend 
but things turn sour faster than he expected
if you’re having any relationship problems you always tell him and so he does too
it doesn’t get very far tho because the only advice you both have for each other is 
“break up with him”
“break up with her”
and you’re both too stupid to see what’s really going on but the distance doesn’t help
you finally decide to see each other during the summer and you meet each other’s significant others and 
oh boy
she HATES your guts and she’s so condescending
“oH mY gOd iS thIs yOuR bEsTiE bAbE? OH yOu’Re sOOOOO cUTe!”
ugh
same with him 
andrei is surrounded by toxic relationships and unfortunately toxic masculinity so he sees right through your boyfriend
he tells you after
“I don’t trust him, y/n”
you don’t know but its the beginning of the end for both of your relationships
after that, you both spend a week of his summer together before he goes to train in russian and its 
so fun
except for the fact that your horrible partners are both always there so you both feel like you can’t relax bc they’d get insecure
at the end of the summer he breaks up with her bc he seriously cannot shake off how she treated you and also bc she was just not it
and surprise surprise your boyfriend cheats on you during the fall
you call him in hysterics crying sobbing
youve been friends for a long time and know each other very well but he’s actually never seen you cry
he just sits and listens to you talk and vent makes sure you feel really validated
you stay on facetime for a long long time that night even if he has a game tomorrow
and the day after he calls you while he’s driving to the arena
you’re in bed with your blinds shut even though its 3 pm 
“I going to score for you tonight, you’ll see. Trust me.”
and score he does
he tries to find the camera as soon as he scores and everyone including his teammates are like ???
but he winks at it and points at it 
you know its for you
calls you AS SOON AS THE GAME IS OVER
“you see? I told you! I told you I’d do it for you!”
and thats when you realize you really like this man
you call and text even more somehow
facetime all the time 
the season has its highs and lows and 
on most roadies he can’t wait to just get to his hotel room to talk to you
he tells you whenever he’s taking off or landing
you’ll send him snaps of you watching the game whether alone or with your friends 
you literally never miss one
you share locations at some point and he will never say it but he checks on you all the time
breaks his heart a little when he sees you’re over at someone’s house 
same with you wherever he’s at a club or something but oh well
you’re just friends and have to live your lives
but still no one takes up as much time as you do
even if its for 5-10 minutes he’d facetime you
your roommate thinks its fucking annoying that you stay up so late just talking
and what a cute texter he is
“good luck on your test!”
“i saw this and i thought of you”
sdkjfhksjfhskdjchksd
he ships one of his jerseys to your dorm 
anytime there’s a limited edition piece of merch he’ll always send you one
on your birthday he sends you matching beaded bRACELETS
and you see he always always wears it
theres a point where the season gets freaking hard and andrei is so frustrated
you answer the phone but it looks like it’s just been placed on the nightstand
“Drei?”
“hi, y/n”
and his voice is all choked up and sniffly
“I want to talk to you but I’m just. I’m so tired and I can’t take it today. I’m sorry” and there’s a little sob in there
you reassure him and eventually he opens up 
even though he can’t show his face because he’s embarrassed and he doesn’t want you to see him like this
“to be honest, it’s so lonely. I feel alone in the room at the end of the day and I feel guilty because this is my dream.”
you talk him through what he’s feeling and how to feel better
he grabs the phone and you see his face all red and puffy. you can tell he was crying really hard before he called you
“I’m sorry I look so bad” he says as he rubs his eyes and his face HELLA HARD bc he’s a boy
“You look great, svech” 
And his heart melts oh it melts so hard
You don’t tell him but you saved up enough to fly out and one day you just show up at practice 
Thankfully he was too busy to check your location lol
He’s ELATED
literally drops his stick and gloves and just skates towards you so fast
“Oh so this is who you’re texting all the time”
You spend the weekend together 
He cancels your hotel stay so you can stay with him 
He loves to have you around and debates kissing you when you go out with the team
But he’s too nervy so he doesn’t 
When he drops you off at the airport he tears up a bit and hugs you for a long long time 
“I going to miss you, that’s all”
“I love you”
Calls you after you’re past security lol
He tells you he wants you to come out every weekend
And you both laugh but he’s low key serious 
Ever since you went to visit him last you both say I love you ALL the time
Whenever they play in your city he comes and visit you 
He accidentally stays in your dorm once you guys cuddle and fall asleep talking 
No matter the distance you become closer and closer 
See each other for the holidays :)
Still no one is making any moves even though you are VERY touchy 
And tbh neither of you seeing anyone else bc you’re both so busy w your jobs/college
It’s so easy to talk to each other bc it’s all online 
No one uses snap anymore so he’d just send you selfies 😭😭
Sometimes when he’s reviewing video he’d FaceTime you to just have you there
Same whenever you’re just doing homework 
There’s been times that he’s at the rink late and you’re doing school work late and he just props his phone up while you both do your thing even though he’s ON THE ICE
Keeps his AirPods in so he can hear you talk to him 
You have movie nights together and do screen sharing
You decide to surprise him bc you have some 
Big news 
And he’s been in a HUGE scoring drought 
You know it’s taking a toll on him bc he literally tells you everything 
Every SINGLE thing
You surprise him when he’s doing morning workout w the team
They let you in because everyone knows you now he doesn’t shut up about you shows them pics of you always on the phone 
And he’s SWEATY but he runs to you and picks you up in a big bear hug spins you around 
He’s so so happy he really needed this especially after you guys talked SO much during the dads trip (since his dad couldn’t make it and all) 
He keeps looking for you in the stands and during warm up just keeps skating past you and tapping the glass and puts his face up to it and shfhfjxbdchfjbfdn
he gets out of his scoring drought SO quickly in the 1st
Scores twice, is on hatty watch, has the best game ever
Whenever he’s on the bench he thinks about how he got his mojo back literally the day you got to Raleigh
Like this has to do with you
*superstition unlocked*
Gets first star and skates up to you to bang on the glass before throwing the puck to some kids next to you
Mouths “go to the locker room” before skating to Hannah
When you go see him he’s all sweaty and gross and shirtless, his hockey pants still on and all 
“You did so good! You did amazing, Andrei!” 
He runs and hugs you so tightly into his chest 
whispers into your hair
“because of you. It happened because of you.” 
before giving you the game puck 
What he doesn’t know yet is that you came to visit to tell him that you got into an internship in Raleigh and will be moving there in a couple of months 👀👀
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one-strugling-bean · 1 year ago
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DSMP Fanfic Rec List because I’m bored Part 2
(IF YOU READ ANY OF THESE, DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT - even a simple "great work" or "this was a lot of fun" suffices, just  comment)
Happy Duo & Egg Lore (the fluffy and the saddy)
OrphanDuo + Skephalo AU by cawthelesbian 
Techno discovers the Skeppy cage and remembers Skeppy's claustrophobia, which leads him unable to keep his anger and disgust in check.
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This series is what made me love these three dummies. Seriously, there's so much unexplored potential here.
I love how close Techno and Skeppy are, how much Techno cares for Skeppy despite how different they are, and that Skeppy is considered one of the few that have always been loyal to Techno. It's just sweet, ya know?
Adding Bad to this mix just makes it all that much better. Techno and Bad aren't very popular together, but I personally love imagining their possible interactions and how they view each other.
I loved getting Techno's pov on the Skephalo relationship as well - how Techno trusts Bad to take care of Skeppy because he's seen and been proven that they are that important to each other.
I can only wish this series gets continued at some point, or someone else picks up on the idea because I'd kill to see more of this concept.
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What's a Skeppy? by 42starsintheuniverse
When he has the capacity to, Bad uses higher order thinking. In those times, he is well aware that the Skeppy is as much of an individual as he is. That it presumably managed for a long time before him, that it was good at surviving, and he’d come to learn, excellent at fighting and defending itself. The Skeppy is very capable. But Bad is nothing if not flawed, and one of his flaws is that he is very eager, and very happy when he finds things to collect. So he’d sort of... Unintentionally taken the Skeppy. It wasn’t a plan, exactly. He’d carried it home that first day and assumed it wanted to stay with him.
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"For a long time, Bad thought all he would ever be was a Bad. But when a Bad finds a Skeppy, suddenly a Bad becomes... A happy." If this quote doesn't make you want to read the fic, I'm not sure you're okay, I'm sorry.
This fic is literally the cutest thing, istg. I dare you to try and find me something that's more wholesome.
Bad and Skeppy are both not-quite sentient creatures - Bad is a Nether demon, Skeppy is a diamond golem - who find each other by chance and just, connect and stick together and do shenanigans.
The genius of this fic for me is the "not-quite sentient" part. They're not people, they're creatures, and it shows. They remind me a lot of the dragons from HTTYD, as in they possess a higher order of thinking than a dog or a cat, while still being somewhere lower than a human. Does that make sense?
They can't communicate with each other the traditional way - aka, through speech - and so have to find ways to get around that, which is a trope I love.
Also also, this author is amaaaaaazing at writing Happy Duo, I very very much recommend checking out any of their other works - Flickering Flame and Your voice: The Sound of your Laughter are two of my faves, but really, all of them are more than worth a read.
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My sunshine by Redbug
There's something wrong with the world around Bad, and reality isn't making any sense. No one is, and it's starting to eat away at his mind.
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This series is pure pain and yearning. I'm not even trying to be funny, it simply is. Maybe it's because Bad and his "predicament" reminded me too much of a family member of mine, but this fic really just hit me like a truck out of nowhere.
I don't want to spoil much, but i love what the author did with Bad's backstory. Who he is, his connections with XD, how he got to have the life he does in the present. He's so tragic, it's painful to read all that suffering (but in a good way, because it's also beautiful??)
The way Rain cloud ended threw me for a loop a bit, but I think that might've been the point - it also made me cry actual tears, sooooo, there's that :p
But yeah, go read this right now if you feel like BBH-centric angst with lots of worried Skeppy, some functional Karlnapity, and a kind of confusing but still very envolving plot.
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dripping with red gardenia by kirichin
A sardonic smile tugs his lips up as he watches the petals curl up, catch fire, and turn into ashes. He was sure there is a metaphor there somewhere, between his love and the pathetic flowers turning into ashes.
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or Skeppy gets blessed with Hanahaki.
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Happy Duo writers really do love their angst. And Hanahaki too, apparently.
Techno is MVP. He and Skeppy continue to warm my heart with their brotherly bond. Skeppy and Bad deserve all the hugs.
It's been a while since I last read this one, so I don't remember the plot too well, but I do remember I stayed up 'til 4am to finish it and I hate going to bed late, so I hope this speaks for itself on how engaging the fic is. Go read.
so this is love by Isi_Khan_3000
You’ve always been a clingy person – always had a hard time letting things go.
It’s not really all that surprising that that was your downfall.
OR, the Skeppy POV we all want and need (featuring some extra commentary from somewhen else.)
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(Yes, I'm self-advocating, leave me alone.)
This was written immediately after the Egg Lore finale. It's basically my personal take on what Skeppy was up to while Bad was busy building himself a cult. It spans from his death by lava bath to him killing Bad after the Banquet.
It's sad, angsty, and full of my fave headcanons for their DSMP characters (which means lots of happy duo family). It is also my first try at writing 2nd person, so yeahhhhh, please give it a read, and feel free to yell at me in the comments.
Anyway, go check it out if it sounds interesting, please and thank you.
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scienceoftheidiot · 1 year ago
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So, your Dismissed Roy story ... what (emotional) genre do you think it sits in? More angst, fluff, romance? And which emotional genre is typically your favourite?
Aaah thank you so much for asking about this one !! I am actually going to start posting it soon 🥰
My favourite emotional genre, both to write and read, I think is angst/hurt/comfort, but I need a happy or bittersweet ending. Open endings are good too, but sad endings are often too much for me. Though sometimes only a sad ending can work, that's how it is.
Sooooo about Dismissed Roy, which now has a title, I had to think about it. Then I was told again that I am an angst monster (you know who you are 😒😝) and uh. Yeah. Lots and lots of angst in this fic. The main theme of this fic is reconstruction, and not only Ishval's. Far from it.
BUT. It's also a romance fic - not your usual romance, but it's not like this is a usual couple, right? But yes, there will be romance, and romantic plot points, and fluff, and even smut - which I'll specifically separate each time in a chapter so people who want to avoid it can do so.
Also a fair share of something that is close to politics, and it was very fun to play with that!
And to illustrate, I have shared a pretty fluffy excerpt of this fic just before, now have one that is... A little darker... Just a little. 🙃
"See you tomorrow, Riza."
Roy closed the door behind her, straining his ear to follow her footsteps along the corridor, until he couldn’t hear anything anymore. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the door.
Get a grip, Mustang.
He took a deep breath. He was going to turn around, undress, shower, and go to bed. That wasn’t too hard, was it? One foot before the other. Keep your mind set on what you're doing, focus, and you'll be fine. Count your steps, remember the layout of the flat, don't forget where you put the towels, the soap, where your clothes are, where you fold and put away the dirty ones. You've already done that alone enough to know it'll be okay. Don’t think further ahead than the next action. Don't think. Don’t –
He was finished.
He’d known for weeks. This kind of announcement didn’t come out of nowhere. And before he’d known, he was expecting it.
Truth’s toll wasn’t a death sentence, but it was severely close. Everything. Everything he’d fought for. He’d lost everything.
“The team is done. When you signed that paper, you killed it for good.”
Another long, shaky breath. He was standing on the very edge of the deepest, darkest abyss he’d come close to in years. Blind, and ready to lose his balance at the slightest breeze.
Worse than killing children, Roy?
Is it worse?
But we won’t get trialed. We won’t pay. Neither Grumman nor Armstrong will selflessly give enough power back to the parliament for that.
Could be worse. They could decide not to execute a blind man, and you’d be left to witness Riza’s death.
And you'd deserve it. Because she'd be there because of you. It's your fault. Without you, she wouldn't have been through all this. You wouldn't see it, but you would feel –
No, no, please –
He pressed his hand to his mouth to stifle the first sob, feeling the wet tears that had already settled on his cheeks.
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sullustangin · 2 years ago
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Fluffy February Day 19: Loop
Fandom: SWTOR
TIme:  Intro to the Smuggler story (landing on Coruscant)
Pairing: None (gen fic)
Words:  ~700
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Eva Corolastor glared up at the public transport listing at Coruscant spaceport.
Corso watched the pilot as she got more annoyed at the constant delays.  He’d only known Eva for a few days, but he knew she had a temper on her.  Granted, some guy had just stolen her ship, ditched her on Ord Mantell, and nearly got her cat killed when the critter abandoned ship to go to his master.
Hylo the Cat sat on his haunches, also glaring up at the public transport listings.  Unacceptable.
Eva seemed to reach the same conclusion.  Eva turned to Corso abruptly.  “You got a speeder license?”
“Yeah, been drivin’ farm vehicles since I was … ten?  Got it all official the day I –”
“Great!  You got a criminal record yet?” Eva startled him with her enthusiasm as well as the follow-up question.  
“Uh…no?” Corso barely had enough time to reply before Eva grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the speeder rental booth.
“Viidu had a deadman’s switch, so I got some credits from him – bet you did too,” Eva said.  “And I’d rather spend it on actually getting somewhere in this city rather than waiting around for some old converted garbage scow.”
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“Move over.”  Eva motioned to Corso.   As if to add emphasis, Hylo jumped on the dashboard, right in front of the steering yoke.
“Seriously?”  Corso said, not moving out of the driver’s seat yet. “I’m the legal driver of this here vehicle – you didn’t want to get your chaincode scanned –”  Then something struck him. “Hey, you didn’t get scanned at the port authority – you had Hylo snatch that guard’s lunch and then the pair of you chased him all over the port –"
“--I’m the better driver,” Eva cut him off as she opened the speeder door on the driver’s side.
Corso looked at her as if she was crazy.  “Now how do I know that?”
Eva gestured to herself with open hands.  “Did I not dodge that separatist blockade?  Did I not land under fire?”
Corso shook a finger at her. “Now hang on here – that’s a starship, this is a speeder –”
“If I’m good at the big stuff, don’t you think I’d be even better at the small craft?”  Eva squared up to him, hands on her hips.  “Or is this a ‘the man should drive’ situation, because that’s sooooo last century and is an expression of your latent insecurities.”
Corso worked his jaw a couple of times. “Ain’t got nothing to be insecure about!  The swoop’s in my name and I’m responsible for it –”
“And don’t we have a meeting with that Darmas?  Isn’t he busy?”  Eva pointedly looked at her chrono on her wrist.  “Don’t want to miss the opportunity to catch Skavak.”  
Corso squeezed the steering wheel in his hands.  Then he made a disgusted noise.  “Just don’t total it.”  Then he moved over to sit on the passenger side.
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“AAAAAAAAAAAAAY VVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”  Corso stared ahead at the oncoming freighter, howling the entire time.
Eva let out a whoop as she pulled back on the yoke and weaved back into the correct lane of traffic. “Kriff, the exit to that sector is back up there.”    Her eyes bounced between the lane in front of her and the review mirror, where the exit sign now was.    
Then she reached to pat Hylo.  “You might wanna hold on tight.’
With a mreep, Hylo jumped off the dash and sank his claws into the carseat.
“Ah, come on, you two, the speeder is in my NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME ---”
Eva had executed a loop in order to get herself into the upper lane going into the opposite direction.
Except now they were flying upside down.
And that’s exactly how they entered into the speeder port, with Eva flipping them back over at the absolute last second.  
Eva and Hylo jumped out of the speeder as if it was no big deal.
Corso remained hunched over in the passenger seat for a few minutes.  “Eva,” he finally said as he sat up.  He let his hand hang over the side of the speeder door and motioned for her to come over.
Eva meandered over, some smug expression on her face.
“Give me the keys, woman. We ain’t doin’ that again.”
....but they absolutely did it again.  A lot of times.
And Corso missed it when they didn’t.
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@fluffyfebruary @ayresis @starlightcleric @bluephoenix1347 @ermingarden
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sodorsteam · 2 years ago
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Doctor's Orders
SOOOOO i wrote a little standalone Rook story U uU
as per usual, it is set in TTTE Sodor, but is mostly my own goofery.
WARNING! there is: Alcohol use, illness and a brief blood draw scene, so please be aware - if that shit freaks you out you might wanna skip this one!!
ANYWAY - i love to write! it's kinda one of my unused 'muscles' so if you like it, please let me know <3 and if you think there's things i can fix, let me know that too! <3
1 No One Knows
The Island of Sodor.  No other place on earth is quite like it.  Digging its heels against the steady pull of progress, it has stood against the monster of Modernization quixotically, a knight errant wreathed in steam.  Predictably, the island has secrets. And one of those secrets was returning to his shed, red faced and wheezing, after a particularly grueling day as one of the Living Locomotives on the NWR.
#141 Rook Drummond may not have been the busiest engine, but nonetheless he bore his labors with glowing pride.  As the NWR’s sole M7, Sodor University’s shunter at Pottersfield, and shepherd for The Ferryman (Sodor’s funeral train), Rook was careful, attentive and hard working, like any other engine.  And like many of his fleet mates, he was known to drive himself rather ruthlessly as far as his work ethic was concerned. Usually, he had routine maintenance at the steamworks, and his student drivers were instructed in tasks to extend the longevity of his replaceable parts, and maintain the bits that were meant for the long haul.
Of course, none of this applied to that particular situation that made Rook so…Rook.
As he returned home slowly, he could tell that it was going to be an unpleasant evening for him.  His boiler ached in that squirmy, uncomfortable way that he couldn’t articulate to anyone.   Not that he would have; calling attention to his various complaints was terribly rude - the most grievous of faux pas.  But in this case, he knew his affliction was one that could not be solved with a trip to the works, because of course most engines didn’t also have boilers that could be full of organs and blood occasionally. 
Rolling into his berth at Pottersfield, he patiently waited for his crew to dump his fire and bed him down for the night, bidding them a pleasant evening as they filtered out casually, their dirty coveralls stuffed into plastic bags.  Only when hours had passed and darkness fully settled over the bog did Rook finally shake and gibber, his eyes losing focus and face going slack as his whole engine frame seemed to bulge and distort, billows of flesh and gore exploding outwards to reform into the neat shape of an indeterminate beast, pleasantly plump and fluffy, standing on tiny compact hind paws and thick scaled forelimbs. He staggered for a moment and sat down hard as his boiler…No. My guts! gave an upset gurgle. He winced and rubbed a paw on the curved surface of his belly. “Gracious, this doesn’t seem quite normal.” he muttered. 
He had tried his best to ignore it.  Of course, a Very Useful Engine did not complain about a few boiler aches.  Even if those aches felt like he’d swallowed a bucketful of hot lead slugs.  But over the weeks, the slugs had been increasing in size and the bucketfuls had been coming more frequently.  It made him feel bloated and nauseated, and sometimes, only sometimes, he’d actually felt querulous enough to neglect using honorifics when addressing his crew. Scandal!
He could not go to the hospital.  He knew that. A voice, soft and sibilant, just below the surface of his consciousness, warned him that if he went to a hospital there was a very good chance he would not come back.  And he had far too much work to do to be pickled and put into jars, which is what that voice also implied in its slippery, whispery way.
But it seemed that the grace period on ignoring the issue had run out.  He would have to break down and seek medical attention, or simply break down.  He slowly got to his feet and slumped to a cluttered desk shoved near the wall of his shed, where the students stashed various bric a brac for their weekly work at the archaeological site deep in the bog.  He opened the first drawer, which squeaked open reluctantly, it was so jammed with rumpled papers.  He removed a thick sheaf of paper and peered down his nose at them, through his little round glasses.
His paws trembled as he rifled through the stack.  Pizza delivery, bakery services (Novelty shaped cakes our specialty!) dry cleaners.  A drop of sweat rolled down his long nose and dotted...Ah.
‘ANTON KOZLOV, DVM.  Services for agrarian and domestic animals.’
Rook tilted his head to the side as he reread the information out loud.  He wasn’t sure if this applied to ‘industrial animals’ as well, but he stifled a moan and a greasy belch into his paw, and realized he probably had no choice in the matter.
It was pickle jars or this.
Rook neatly replaced the papers, straightend his back with a litany of pops, and gathered his pocket book and overcoat.  
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2 SCOTCH   
Anton Kozlov’s family had come to Sodor by train generations ago. And even if they were not Sudrian forged they had taken to the life there as if they had been, and his whole family had flourished. Kozlov had as well, but he had secrets too.
Perhaps they were not as secret as he thought though, as his clients had been dwindling slowly since Masha had left him.  It was true that there were many veterinarians on Sodor, given that the island fully embraced its agrarian lifestyle, but there was more than enough work. But Masha had left him. And he hadn’t thought much of the work was worth doing. Sudrian scotch though, now that had been worth doing. Again and again. As soon as he stepped inside his home and locked the door behind him, he felt the weight of the bottle in his hand before he even set his house keys on the hook.  By day he was a respected member of the community; tall, broad chested and strong of limb, dark hair going gray at the temples, with deep set, intelligent eyes. By night he was just the man Masha had left because he liked that aforementioned scotch too much.
Kozlov had returned home at about the same time as Rook, but he was now half a bottle deep and sitting in the dark of his comfortable renovated farmhouse on Trevithick Row, wearing his silk undershirt and scrubs. The television was on, trying to pierce the haze of his intoxication, telling him all about the state of the world.  He was looking at his expensive orthopedic shoes, with their gel inserts and arch support, and wondering if the spots on the toe were blood, mud or shit.  He frowned. Sometimes he wondered if his life was the same. He’d been voted the best veterinarian on Sodor by the chamber of commerce for 15 years. That was achievement.
He picked up a chip from the white plastic take out tray (don’t worry- the chips had been accompanied by terribly overpriced but terribly delicious beer battered, organic ling cod from a trendy seafood shop in town. Not skint was the good doctor.) and swished it around in the cold curry sauce, eating it by rote.
That was nadir.
He was content to continue this spiral round the drain for the next few hours when he heard what he thought was a knock at the door. He looked up sharply.  Certainly, malignancy lived in the shade of every city, but it seemed to have a harder time taking root in Sodor’s soils; and found even less sustenance in Wellsworth. But Kozlov’s closest neighbor was a mile and a half away. His ears strained. The knock came again. He stood. Somehow managing to shake off the double vision of self-medicated drowsiness, he grabbed the M1 Carbine that lived peacefully over his door, hoping that it was more awake than he was and would succeed where he failed at intimidation.  He boomed out a loud ‘Who is it’, gripped the doorknob and let the night air and cricket symphony in.
He heard the soft howl of a steam whistle, far away, haunted and haunting.
Kozlov stared out into his neat front lawn, hanging from the doorjamb like a sailor hanging from the mast.  He grunted, seeing nothing, and carefully turned himself to skulk back inside, cowed.
“D….Doctor Kozlov? Dee Vee Em?” 
Kozlov’s watery eyes rolled downwards to catch sight of a small, phenomenally ugly child in a moth eaten suit. Except that children did not generally dress like 19th century undertakers.  Nor did children have railroad spike noses, horsey ears, and a long swinging tail.
Kozlov just continued to stare, then realized that the not-child had asked him a question, and was politely waiting for a response. 
“Ye.” 
That was all the university educated man could muster.  He dropped the bottle of scotch he’d been nursing and cursed eloquently, the resultant high pitched glass bomb of noise startled the man-creature, but it seemed to recombobulate itself just as easily.  He (he!?!) nervously cleared his throat and spoke in a soft, deep little voice that Kozlov had to crane forward to hear.
“I apologize for the lateness, doctor.  Your leaflet did say you were open after hours…”
The little thing held out a worn, foxed sheet of newspaper. Kozlov took it, eyes still pinned on the visitor. He forced his gaze to the object in his hand, and staring back at him from the yellowed page was an advertisement Kozlov himself had placed in the local Sudrian papers 23 years previously, when the economy had slowed to a crawl and he’d been making his scotch money by assisting difficult deliveries of calves and foals at all hours.  He stared incredulously, reading the fine print that stated he was open to late night inquiries.  Well, here it was late night, and here was an inquiry. He opened his mouth to complain, but the little man winced.  He put a wee hand (paw!?!) to his belly,  his strange pinched face crumpling.  
The way Kozlov could see it, he had two options.  He could go to bed. Which he probably should have done so hours ago. Or he could help.  
A lifetime ago, Kozlov had been given his diploma and taken a vow that stated he “will strive to promote animal health and welfare and relieve animal suffering”.  And to his credit, he had done so as much as possible when he was called on to do so. Even after Masha had left.
But did that oath apply to figments brought on by scotch fueled benders?
Here was this itty bitty man, elf sized at the highest (but perhaps not elf weight: the guy looked like he did not skip any little fairy meals) decked in clothes from the victorian age, looking like someone had mashed a dead kangaroo with a roadkill house cat and called it a day. 
Am I actually going to administer aid to a hallucination?
“I can pay sir.” The little fellow whimpered.
Well. Can’t turn away a suffering hallucination, especially not one with a checkbook.
“C…come in” Almost as if in a dream, Kozlov held the door open wider, to allow the miniature undertaker inside.
Rook inclined his head gratefully, he shuffled into the first home he’d ever been inside. Neat, (thank you to Brigit the maid who came every Thursday) cozy, and well kept. Rook’s little bun feet pattered on the dark wood, his claws like those of an old family dog clicking on the floors, as he furtively looked around at the realm of the House Human; the comforts and conveniences, the accoutrement and ornament.  He liked it.  It was like a soft echo of the pride his Victorian makers had exhibited when they built the engines that had once powered the world; bright and glossy with brass and pin striping.
Kozlov followed him in, still in a state of lazy shock. He snapped on lights and stumbled into his office - clean, white and scrubbed down. He reminded himself that he was dreaming. Or hallucinating. But the hallucination staunchly refused to disappear.  “this way,” he grunted, ushering Rook into the office.
Kozlov grabbed his stethoscope and the digital thermometer from his desk.  As his vet techs were not on call in the evenings any longer, he prepared his instruments himself. He asked curt questions while he did so.
“Age?”
“126”
“Sex?”
“…blush male”
“Breed?”
“Drummond M7”
Kozlov wondered if it would be wise to risk his back trying to lift this Sudrian leprechaun onto the table. He split the difference by pulling over another small stool, indicating that Rook should take a seat, which he did. 
 “What seems to be the problem?” Kozlov asked.
Rook blinked. He’d just been asked more questions about himself than he’d ever answered and was still digesting the experience when the imposing doctor bludgeoned him again. What was the problem? How to articulate it?
As an engine, it was his boiler. As a beast? Deep in his body somewhere, below his heart. In this, the closest he could get to human, he could feel a fierce knot of pain in his chest that radiated angrily outwards, and it was aggressively making itself known currently.  He knitted his worried brow.
“I feel ill, as though I might be sick. And I feel quite tired and uncomfortably full, and it hurts here, in my…erm…this.” He settled lamely, patting the upper part of his stomach.
Kozlov nodded, finding it peculiar that this drunken fiction had such a soft, calming voice. Almost like a lullaby. He nodded, stifling a yawn behind his hand.
“Right. shirt off.”
“M…Must I?” 
The hallucination is shy? Naturally. Why not?
“‘Fraid so Mr. erm…”
“Rook. Rook Drummond”
“shirt off.”
While the fussy little thing shucked its multiple layers neatly, Kozlov looked at the thermometer…he slid the plastic sheaf over the sensor, but omitted the lube; he hoped he’d be lucky enough to forgo the usual method of employ and just ask.
Rook sat shyly, stripped to the skin from the waist up.  He was alway keenly aware he hadn’t perfected his human shape. It seemed far too bulky, far too awkward. Furless, but fuzzy like a peach. And certainly this learned man of Medicine would know just how far off the mark he actually was.
Kozlov kneeled by him, noting the big, badly healed scar on Rook’s left side.  The hallucination smelled like something familiar, and something else deep and vital, unpleasant. The smell made him queasy. He put the earpieces of his stethoscope in and placed the resonator on Rook’s chest.  It was cold. Rook startled back just a little.
“Sir, do you think I shall be able to return to work so…”
Kozlov shushed him, putting a finger to Rook’s lips.  He took the opportunity to put the thermometer in his mouth. 
“Under the tongue. Don’t bite”
Kozlov frowned. He listened hard. He heard a heartbeat…but he also heard an uncomfortable liquid sliding and squelching. Like tectonic plates of flesh and mud.
He blinked. He moved the stethoscope down to this alcohol fueled horror’s belly, and here was a rhythmic cacophony. The phrase meat hell came unbidden into his mind.
He just listened, gorge rising, threatening to make a mess of this clean and tidy exam room. The beep of the thermometer brought him out of his terror-stricken musing, and he removed the probe.  
Error.
Well, that did make sense. He’d felt the heat coming off this freakish vision even before he’d touched him. But here it was, with a Dante’s inferno in its head and an eldritch chorus in its guts, and still on its feet, reasonably coherent.
“You’re running a fever.”
“I’m a steam engine.”
Kozlov rubbed his tired eyes. He wondered what it would look like from the outside. A 50 year old man, a 50 year old alcoholic, talking to himself and trying to medically diagnose a gargoyle or demon or imp or gnome. Trying to keep his life together through the haze of drink that had lowered the visibility in his mind to nil.
But long ago, Masha had told him (ironically, when she too had been drunk on one of their sadly few anniversaries, the gin blossom on her face was the exact shade of pink he would dream about for the rest of his life) that she loved his compassion. That he always helped. And so he would help.
He looked at his patient, who was trying to be as small as possible, clutching his little rat paws, arms crossed over his chest, shy as a bathing maiden. This thing was a hallucination, but he still owed it a proper diagnosis. He had a very good hunch. Well. Good as any. “I need some blood”.
Rook’s eyes widened. He looked to his left and right comically, as if thinking surely he was not for whom the blood was for. Kozlov retrieved the phlebotomist kit from the closet.  He would not have been able to admit that he was enjoying this somewhat, the rituals of medicine that he usually passed on to the techs, but he certainly was.  Granted, he’d have never in a billion years attempted venipuncture while balls deep in the drink on a REAL patient, but why stop the farce now? He rubbed the crook of the goblin’s arm with an alcohol towlette, tied the elastic tourniquet, and readied the vacutainer.
He then realized the goblin was shaking. Quite badly. He looked up at Rook.
“Just stay still.  Make a fist. You’ll feel a little prick and then pressure. Open your hand. Look at the painting on the wall over there. Do you…work around here?”
“On the NWR sir…as a sh…shunter.”
“Mmh, hard work.”
“Yes sir. Very hard…”
“Like it, do you?”
“Oh yes sir…I do. It’s not easy pulling such heavy loads, but the work at the bog is satisfying.”
Kozlov heard the tone of the hallucination change. Pride. Accomplishment. Satisfaction.
Then the samples were collected, the needle withdrawn, and Kozlov placed a neon pink bandage on the collection site. He stared at Rook long enough that the latter started to sweat.
“Get dressed.”
The doctor strode out, leaving Rook alone, confused and smarting.
The whole ordeal had been rather humiliating, and now it seemed this big doctor man was angry with him. He’d never fathomed that he could be so utterly put together wrong that he was offensive. He gritted his teeth, feeling hot shame prickling his cheeks, the ugly bubble of emotion starting to boil over in him…
Meanwhile, Kozlov checked the results.
H. Pylori. He pumped his fist. Just as he thought. 
Kozlov stumbled to the bathroom. In a cabinet, behind bottles of pink bismuth and rolls of unopened antacids was a nearly full bottle of omeprazole and plastic blister packs of antibiotics. He swept the whole lot into a plastic bag.
He returned to the office as Rook was walking out, dressed neatly, unable to look Kozlov in the eye.
“Doctor, I’m terribly, terribly sorry for the inconvenience I have ca…”
Kozlov stopped him.
“Stomach ulcer. Easy to treat.”
He kneeled next to Rook carefully, feeling the alcohol vertigo threaten to dump him on his ass for a moment, and started lifting the strange new treats out of the bag and explaining them carefully.
“Take this every day, once a day. Take these morning and night until they are all gone. Don’t forget. Take a few of these ones every time you…eat? Or whatever you do. No coffee, tea, alcohol or soft drinks. Have a spoonful of this if you feel sick.”
“Give me your hand.”
He opened a roll of antacids and shook three out into Rook’s palm. 
“Eat.”
Rook, responding best to unequivocal orders, ate the little fruit flavored tablets with no delay. 
Kozlov watched him like a buzzard wheeling over a kill. Rook quailed under the scrutiny…the smell of alcohol on the doctor’s breath very strong, his stained under shirt very white. His intense eyes with their dull dagger glare. 
I should have stayed home. I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t want to…oh. I…I feel…
“I feel better sir…” 
Rook murmured softly. And indeed, he did. That horrible burning was abating, and with it the nausea and tightness.  His shoulders slumped, relieved.
Kozlov stood.
“Keep up the meds. You’ll heal in a few weeks.”
For the first time that evening, the doctor smiled.
Kozlov watched his patient as he pobbled back into the night, going gods knew where.
As he stood on his front stoop, he looked at the shards of glass from the broken bottle of scotch. He’d only managed to drink half of it before he’d imagined up the most realistic troll he’d ever seen.  He closed and locked the door and climbed the stairs to bed. 
Masha once said she loved my compassion. Compassion I even had for a figment of my drunk mind. 
He had a lot to think about. But he didn’t need to think about it tonight. 
***
Rook was back at the bog, tucked into his nest.  He had returned home, washed, and slipped into his pajamas feeling lighter and more at ease than he had in weeks.  He looked at all his new acquisitions, the little plastic bottles of pills - the label said ‘KOZLOV, ANTON - OMEPRAZOLE - DR. BEHER. TAKE ONCE A DAY ’ Which he didn’t quite understand but would absolutely follow to the letter.
Doctor’s orders, after all.
He rolled on his side and closed his eyes.  Somewhere out in the dark, he heard the howl of an engine, and felt, at least for now, that he was a part of something very large and powerful, something proud and brave. And that was a secret he enjoyed keeping.
***
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strawbrygashez · 1 year ago
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20 and 1 please :)
1. What’s their love languages?
If Tyler would let him, narrator would be such a gift giver. He gets payed well bc of his job so he has tons to spend on him if he wanted. He’d fr shower tyler with new things everyday if he could but .. he can’t 😔 (Tyler is stupid af for that, cmon man u can’t turn down having a sugar daddy..) SOOOOO his love language is mostly acts of service. His whole purpose in life is to serve tyler according to him anyways. He tries to be very thoughtful in other ways than just gift giving. So he will do things like pamper him when he’s sick or really hurt, make his bed and clean his room if he lets him, he’ll carry things for him, go out and do chores for him, cook for him, help him bathe or do his hair… he will do just about anything to make Tylers life even just a little bit easier.
Tylers main love language is words or affirmation & physical touch. Okay yeah Tyler can speak pretty rudely to the narrator but if they are together he knows the narrator needs to and loves to hear praise and complements. While Tyler saying something as simple as “not bad psycho boy!” Is enough to make the narrator feel light headed, Tyler will get into moods where he actually genuinely will compliment him and praise him. Most of the time it’s about how good the narrator listens to him.
For the physical touch thing, I added that because Tyler wants to give and receive sweet physical touches a lot more than people would think. He just never really had someone he felt as comfortable with doing that kinda stuff with than the narrator. Like yeah he has had a lot of hook ups but he never felt as inclined to be as cuddly with them as the narrator. He’ll hold his hand, put his arm around him, sleep against him, lean against him, sit him in his lap, hug him, kiss him all over, run his hand thru his hair, kiss his palms and wrists and stuff like that :3
20. What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?
Oooo this is a good one! I think the narrator mostly steals Tylers jackets. He’s all skinny and all bone so he gets colder easier than Tyler. That’s half of the reason anyways, the other is that he just loves how they smell like him. Before he sneaks a jacket out from tylers closet or whatever, he INHALES IT because he’s a creep and a weirdo. He still sniffs it while he’s out wherever too. It actually helps him calm down and relax a bit smelling it. I think his favorite to steal is that big black fluffy one..he feels like there is less eyes on him than when he wears Tylers bright red one.
I can’t stop thinking about how the narrator would feel like he’s wearing something god had worn…and it makes him feel dizzy thinking about it for too long. What a weirdo.
Tyler would wear the narrators ties! His favorite to steal is his penguin one because it’s so dorky and it’s actually close to something Tyler would pick out for himself anyways (tho he’d prefer if it was cats instead of penguins). Narrator feels .. all kinda feelings knowing Tyler is wearing something of his!!! Mostly he thinks it’s somehow going to make people know Tyler is unavailable and that he’s his.. when that doesn’t really make sense when he thinks about it.
(Also gonna add narrator might wear Tylers bracelets if he has any. Since they are small enough to not draw a lot of attention to himself or come off as flashy at the office or whatever.)
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bambuwu-writes · 2 years ago
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Hi boo! 💕 Whenever you want and can think you could do a hc for (let's act surprised) Tsumugi, Omi and Tsuzuru when they are super whipped for their s/o?? like, i want them to love us so much ugh no shame asdfgh take care as always and sending you a big muah! 💕
Emi my bestieeee! <3
Tsumugi
omg he’s so SAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYY
come get your man he’s legit talking to the flowers about you
“I’m so excited for you all to grow up big and strong :))) Once you’re all ready I’m gonna take you to meet someone :))) They’re very nice, I hope you like them!” BABE THESE ARE PLANTS,,,,THEY ARE NOT COGNISCANT OF THE FACT THAT THEY ARE GOING TO BE IN A MINIATURE BOUQUET
he is SO precious tho… i feel like in terms of love languages he’d be really into gift giving and quality time
so at least once a week you two either go out for coffee or make some at home and cuddle up in the garden for a nice and slow morning
he also has this really cute habit where, instead of giving you a kiss on the cheek or something, he’ll just kinda softly smoosh his face against you..what a weirdo [read: what a cutie :”””)))]
if you happen to dislike alcohol he absolutely doesn’t mind, but if you do like having a sippy sip every now and then, he is a great person to drink with
azuma and homare loving bringing home nice wines for the adults at mankai to sample during nights in, and guy is always willing to mix a drink or two for his friends
as much as he loves verbally expositing essays about theatre when he’s tipsy, he also becomes a TOTAL cuddlebug its vv cute <333
if you have to get up to grab some snacks or hop into the bathroom real quick, you will come back to tsumu looking the sliiightest bit mopey
he j wants to keep his hands on you :((( make sure you’re still right there with him :((( uk he loves you soooo muuu- OOO you brought pretzels yaaay :D!!!!!! [SILLY BABY,.,.HOLD HIM PLEASSSEEEE]
makes you really nice fluffy omeletts the morning after to make up for anything embarrassing he might have said the night before…. if you give him a little ‘good morning’ peck on the cheek he will brighten up considerably tho.
Omi
He,.,he’s kinda obsessed with giving you forehead kissies.,,
Like, he will not leave the dorms, nor let you leave without a forehead kiss, makes him feel safe :)
if you do it back to him he will go to the akigumi groupchat and literally tell them he’s found his future spouse. they cant bring themselves to clown on him. [banri clowns on him the tiniest bit but thats just bc he knows omi is being so honest rn that it makes the kid tear up a little. fuck man, you cant just go and prove love is real to me like this? ewwww???]
he has,,, ok DONT laugh, but…he has burned food bc he was thinking ab you…EMBARASSING right???? [he’s so cute wtf i cant even write this with a straight face ]
not a day goes by where he doesnt either text you or tell you in person how handsome and pretty and cute you are [EURGJK,,,he’s sooooo…]
you will find yourself wondering if he even knows what he’s doing to you…[answer: he DOES WTF WAUUUUGH,,.,]
ok he does this little thing…where like, when he hugs you from behind he’ll always say this precious little ‘hey :)’ so he doesnt scare you [SOBBING..GIMME A MINUTE…], and then he runs his hands up your back, over your shoulder blades, and down your arms before snuggling into the crook of your neck [im gonna SCREEAMM,,,HOW IS HE LIKE THIS…]
loves playing low romantic music while he’s cuddling with you [i’m currently back on my hozier kick and wauughg,.,good music..] and if you start singing along? god help this man i dont even think he’ll be breathing so he could hear you better..
baby him PLEASEEEEEEEE THIS MAN NEEDS SOME CARE AND TENDERNESS IN HIS LIFE…
gets all smiley and giggly when you baby him :”) turns out he really melts when someones taking care of him… he will pull you in for cuddles and you will not escape [he will begrudgingly let you go if you really want to, or need to get work done]
Tsuzuru
Gives you kisses on your temple! It just felt so right the first time he did it and it stuck!
Ok ok, i swear this isnt creepy, i promise i swear i pinky promise!! He really likes just snuggling his face to the nape of your neck, his lips pressed against your shoulder bc he really likes how you smell. It really calms him down.
Like he has stolen your clothes before so he could have you around even when,..,uk,,You The Person weren’t around
he is so used to being in a household of siblings so he thought sharing hoodies and stuff would come natural-WRONG WRONG WRONG DEAD WRONG
he looses his fucking marbles when he sees you in his clothes he is fucked up fr, god spare his SOUL if you swipe a pair of his shorts or sweatpants…he’s gonna have to actually turn away from you for a second to collect himself
like woaaaoww,.,.,.mine?,.,,mine??? like,,not in the objectify-y way but,..,,.omg mine???
MINE?????
cooking for you. 25/8. it will never end. so much yummby food,.,.,thank u tsuzu,.,.
fr like every single time you see him you’re getting fed SOMETHING like if you’re hanging out in the dorms? apron ON stove ON pan BUTTERED. if you meet somewhere outside? you’re either going out for a snack or he came with some food packed w him
he’s such a little weirdo too, like, if he’s in an affectionate mood there is a 62% chance he will lean in as if to give u a kissie and then fucking noms on your earlobe
ITS THE SILLIEST WAY HE KNOWS TO EXPRESS AFFECTION AND HE LIKES HEARING YOU GIGGLE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU?????
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