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afewproblems · 1 year ago

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98 for Robin?

98. "Hold me back!"

Ahhh thank you very much for this! I'm sorry it was so late nonny!

This is taking place in the same universe as this piece which you can also read on AO3

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"I swear to God" Robin moans as she smacks her head onto the counter, "I will walk into traffic if I have to explain the plot of Labyrinth one more time".

Steve puts the money from the recent rental into the till and shrugs, "I dunno Birdy, I liked your take on it this time".

She snorts, finally cracking a grin, "you just liked the look on her face when I talked about how half the movie is Bowie's package and the other half is Muppets".

"Potato, Tomato," Steve hums, closing the till with a soft snick.

For a Saturday opening shift it had been strangely slow.

They had their usual guests during the day, screaming children with parents who were clearly at the end of their tether. Irritating teens who stole as many snacks as their thieving little backpacks could handle. Movie nerds who asked for as many titles as they could think of before settling on something so obscure there was no way they carried it -or on the off chance Family Video did have it in their inventory, it was already checked out.

However, with half an hour until Keith was set to arrive for the closing shift, the front door bell jingled harshly to announce a new presence in the store and in an instant Robin’s stomach falls into her shoes.

Because Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins have just walked in.

Robin has dealt with assholes from highschool before, she had to wear a sailor outfit with shorts for her last job for fucks sake, but she’s also never gotten into a physical fight with any schmucks from her forth period algebra class.

Steve on the other hand…

He’s on the other side of the counter all of a sudden, standing in between her and Tommy.

His expression seems neutral, but Robin can read the line of tension in his shoulders as Carol whispers something into Tommy’s ear.

"Welcome to Family Video," Robin says, her voice clipped and stony, "it's two for one Saturday and all the sections are labeled so you should be able to get in and get out".

"Come on, we just got here," Tommy scoffs, he's glaring openly at Steve while Carol seems to be scanning Robin, watching her carefully.

"Boy, you really do have a type huh Stevie," Carol sneers from Tommy's side, "at least this one plays an instrument, she's just as stuck up as Wheeler though from what I remember".

"If you guys don't want to rent anything, then leave," Steve says slowly, deliberately with wary hostility.

"You're suddenly so fucking tough huh?" Tommy scoffs, stepping closer towards Steve.

Carol moves with him but her eyes widen slightly in surprise, she grabs at his arm and pulls just slightly, "Tommy--"

"I'm not going to fight you man," Steve sighs, running a hand over his face and into his hair, Robin watches as his shoulders droop ever so slightly.

She knows Steve has complicated feelings about his former friends, they'd known one another for such a long time and those old feelings don't just disappear.

He'd been hurt to see Tommy and Carol gravitate towards Billy so easily. To egg him on as he bullied Steve their senior year, the tables turned so suddenly it was like whiplash.

Well, Steve may feel conflicted about his old shithead friends, but Robin has no such compunction.

"He won't but I will," Robin blurts out, the words run away from her faster than she can even catch up to them.

Steve closes his eyes, his expression pained while Tommy and Carol both turn to her with equal looks of surprise.

Huh, it's the first time in her life she's ever seen Carol Perkins speechless and it's glorious.

Robin lets the thrill of it carry her forward until she's stepped around the counter to stand beside Steve.

“Yeah, Steve's gonna have to hold me back,” Robin snarls as she grabs Steve’s hand and places it on her own shoulder.

Steve gives her a withering look as he mimes pulling a zipper over his own mouth.

"You let your bitch off her leash huh Harrington?" Tommy says with a lecherous grin as he stares at them both.

He lets out two barks and laughs again as he swings an arm around Carol's shoulder, her tinkling laugh joins his own and Robin can't believe this is even happening. Did she hit her head getting out of Steve's car this morning?

Fuck this.

"Funny stuff Hagan," Robin bites out, "your ass must be pretty jealous of your mouth for all the nasty shit it gets to spew in public".

"What did you just say to me?" Tommy snarls as he stomps closer, his ears have turned a ruddy pink that matches the flush crawling up his neck.

Carol tries to reach for his arm, whispering, "just drop it Tommy, let's go," but he wrenches away from her and continues forward, only stopping as a flat palm catches him in the chest.

Steve stands his ground in front of Tommy, looking down his nose with cold eyes.

Steve told her about the last time he and Tommy had squared off. It was just before Robin spotted Steve outside the corner store while she waited for her mother to pay for their things, the aftermath that she hadn't thought much of at the time, but now…

Steve walks forward, using his height to his advantage to tower imposingly over Tommy, his face twisted into a vicious snarl that Robin has only seen one other time, underneath Starcourt.

"Get out, I don't want to tell you again Tommy," Steve says lowly under his breath, just loud enough that Robin has to strain to hear him.

Tommy's eyes narrow as his mouth pulls into a sneer, "and what are you gonna do about it, you're not scary Harrington," he grins despite taking a step back as Steve continues forward, pushing them towards the front door.

"I don't have to be scary, but I do have an in with your drug dealer and I can make it impossible for you to score for as long as you live in this godforsaken shithole".

"You're bluffing".

"Try me," Steve whispers just as the bell dings again at the front of the store. Tommy doesn't look away from Steve even as Carol exclaims a small, 'oh', beside him.

Robin smirks and leans back against the counter, raising her hand in an enthusiastic wave towards the entrance, "hey Eddie!"

Tommy curses under his breath and wrenches himself away from Steve, just in time to see the murderous expression on Eddie's face.

Carol takes the opportunity to grab at the sleeve of Tommy's shirt and drag him the last few steps away towards the door, they give Eddie a wide berth as they pass.

Tommy glares at Steve and Robin the entire way, muttering curses under his breath as Robin blows them a kiss with her middle finger.

The bell jingles again as the door swings open and falls gently closed, leaving them in an uneasy silence.

"You guys okay?" Eddie says quietly after a beat, he steps towards Steve, his brow pinched with concern.

Steve nods silently before turning towards Robin. She expects a lecture from the frown on his face but blinks in surprise as Steve pulls her into a tight hug.

"Don't do that again," he mumbles into her hair, she opens her mouth to speak, to insist that she doesn't need a babysitter like his gaggle of children.

"I know it's just Tommy," Steve breathes out as though reading her mind, "but I don't think I could handle it if something happened to you Robin, I mean it".

And all at once the fight drains out of her as Robin wonders just how she wound up with someone like Steve Harrington in her corner.

"I wasn't going to let them talk shit," she huffs, despite pressing even closer, she feels his head shake against her own.

"I can take a hit and I'm not going to let some asshole have a chance to go after you too," he says sharply.

Robin rolls her eyes and steps back just enough to look him in the eyes, "remember what your annoying child friend said, if you die, I die".

She shrugs at the incredulous expression on his face, "what? Smartest thing that kid has ever said".

"You're ridiculous," Steve whispers and there's so much warm affection in his voice as he squeezes her once more, that Robin has to bury her face in his shoulder to hide the sudden shine in her eyes.

Eddie seems to take this as his cue to move forward and let his hand rest on Steve's lower back, the pinched look fading slightly as he smiles at Robin.

"Well, my original plan was to take Stevie here, out after his shift, buuut I'm thinking the three of us are in need of a night on the town, what do you say Buckaroo?" Eddie asks with a waggles of his eyebrows and a wide grin.

"I'll come if you never call me that again," Robin says with as much of a straight face as she can muster.

Steve barks out a laugh as he leans into Eddie's side, "oh you've done it now Buckaroo".

Robin squawks and flaps her hands at Steve until he ducks away behind Eddie who immediately shields his face with his hands.

"You think way too highly of me if you think that's where I'm aiming," Robin says dryly, snorting as Eddie gasps and lifts a leg for further protection, prompting them both to collapse into a fit of giggles while Steve watches fondly.

They all eventually relax, falling into an easy conversation as Steve and Robin finish up the last of the morning duties. The tension from earlier fading away as Eddie sits on the counter top, with his eyes on the door, watching out, just in case.

#platonic stobin #robin buckley pov #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #carol perkins #afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #stranger things #we love protective steve harrington #protective robin buckley #robin buckley is ride or die #eddie munson is the supportive boyfriend that loves their shenanigans and is definitely hoping for robins approval #steve x eddie #more of this universe because I love the idea of these three being friends before season 4 #wip weekend #I know no one voted for my askbox list but its been haunting me

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rosypenguins · 4 months ago

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💙Saisy Headcanons🤍

(May or may not be doing this for a friend lol. These can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic.)

💙Sean and Daisy call sometimes while Daisy’s doing homework. She doesn’t have much time to do it during the day, so she’ll sometimes be up ‘til midnight just trying to get everything done. Sean usually stays awake with her until she gets everything done, and she’s always apologizing for keeping him up. Sean, who never sleeps regardless, just says: “It’s fine. I like spending time with you. :3”

🤍Daisy’s also probably fallen asleep on call a few times, and Sean finds her sleepy voice really cute.

💙Daisy’s probably overheard Sean’s parents arguing one time while they were calling, but when Daisy asked about it, he sort of brushed it off.

🤍Whenever Sean asks how Daisy’s been doing, she’ll usually start off with: “I’m doing fine, but-” and then end up rambling about her problems for about 30-minutes and then profusely apologizes for it afterward. (Despite Sean telling her countless times to not apologize.)

💙Meanwhile Daisy will ask Sean how he’s doing and he’s just: “I’m good :)”

🤍So much stress hides behind their smiles do not be fooled.

💙They both need hugs. (And think each other’s hugs are the best.)

🤍Daisy definitely has a Tumblr and definitely follows the Girlblogger tag. (Specifically for all the posts about feeling like a disappointment and wanting to cry and run away to practice Witchcraft.) (She also probably really likes the Croquette aesthetic.)

💙Sean loves the Cyberpunk aesthetic and he too wishes he could run away to a futuristic city full of loud music and neon lights.

🤍Daisy’s genuinely worried about Sean’s hearing since he keeps his headphones on for most of the day and has them at full blast. (She keeps telling him he’s gonna go deaf at 30 and he just shrugs it off.)

💙Sean’s headphones are one of his prized possessions he’d trade his own soul for.

🤍Daisy definitely listens to Lofi to help her study. (She also probably listens to Egg, Lyn Lapid and Lana Del Ray.)

💙Sean’s the type of guy to die for you. Daisy’s the type of girl to kill for you. I will not elaborate.

🤍Daisy really likes the scent and flavor of vanilla. (And Sean has taken note of this.)

💙Sean will usually either make or pack little snacks for Daisy to have throughout the day, since she probably doesn’t have enough time for breakfast and her busy schedule doesn’t give her much time to eat lunch either.

🤍Daisy’s obsessed with Sean’s cooking.

💙Sean has taught Daisy a couple of broom tricks, and was surprised by how quickly she picked them up.

🤍Both Daisy and Sean treat Mr. Broom like an actual person. They’re very respectful and apologize if they ever drop him.

💙When Daisy’s schedule permits it, Sean will take her on late night walks throughout the city, and they end up getting into the most outlandish, existential conversations about life.

🤍They both really like stars, and hope to one day head to the countryside where they can better see all the stars in the sky.

💙They both really like dogs, specifically tiny dogs. Anytime they see one while walking, they have to go and ask for permission to pet them.

🤍Daisy could EASILY kick Sean’s ass if she wanted and Sean’s fully aware of this.

💙Bonus: If the world wasn’t so difficult and they didn’t have so many responsibilities, Sean and Daisy would 100% hop on a random train and run away together. (They’ve fantasized about this a lot.)

#tmf #the music freaks #freakblr #tmf headcanons #tmf sean #tmf daisy #tmf saisy

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fartlovingblkguy69 · 11 months ago

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The Little Men’s Toilet Slave Part 2

And with that he turned around and I got to see the most magnificent ass. It was big and round, muscular with a nice layer of fat and hairy as fuck! I’ve never seen an ass so hairy before! This is the type of ass that I ordinarily would have wanted to bury my face deep in and rim for hours but given what I knew was about to happen I wanted to throw up! This was made worse by the fact that when he bent over teasingly, I was assaulted by a smell akin to hot sewage mixed with garlic and there were stains and dingleberries all throughout his filthy forest of a crack. As he backed up to my face he reached back and further spread his cheeks allowing me to see his hole underneath a thick ring of fur and his hole opened and pushed out, releasing a nasty sbd before slamming his hole down on my nose. Fssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhh “Ah, I need to get rid of some more gas before I open the flood gates or else I’ll drown our new toilet bitch and then he’ll be no use to anyone! Let me see the footage we’ve shot so far while I relieve myself!” he said rubbing his aching, bloated stomach. He sat there farting away with his filthy hair hole sucking my nose in and constantly dripping a sample of the sludge that was about to fill my mouth into my nostrils. It was getting harder with each fart for him not shit all over me. I could tell, but he wanted to drag this out as long as possible and to be quite frank I was in no hurry to get to the main even myself. Finally after half an hour he slowly stood up and groaned “Open your mouth toilet! It’s time! I really can’t hold it anymore! If I smell or spill any of this I swear to God I’m gonna vomit all over your cute face and i don’t want that so after I make you swallow I’ll let Josh (the hot asf blond guy from earlier) and his boys stomp the fuck out of you! This can go easy or it can be extremely painful! Your choice!” He gently patted my stomach and started to sit back down. I reluctantly opened my mouth and watched in horror as before he was even seated his hole seemed to spasm and out pushed the biggest pile of slop I’ve ever seen! It was soft, lumpy shit, not quite liquid, but definitely nowhere near solid and it stunk like rotten eggs that had been left under the burning sun for days! It quickly filled my mouth and with much effort Kyle managed to pull his hairy hole shut. “Hurry up and swallow that! There’s so much more inside me and I will let it out all over your face if I have to! Don’t chew, just swallow! You can savor my shit another time! I’m in too much pain right now!” I struggled to swallow, my throat burning and closing, gagging and trying not explosively throw up the toxic waste that was in my mouth and nostrils and felt like it was penetrating every part of my being. He slapped my stomach and said “Round 2! Here it comes in 5 seconds and remember what happens if it doesn’t end up in your mouth!” I hurriedly swallowed and opened my mouth right as the next blast came bursting out. This continued for 6 mouthfuls over the course of the next 40 minutes with many wet farts in between each torrent of loose, sludgy shit. Finally he exclaimed “Damn that felt great to let out! I can’t believe how much better I feel! You can’t imagine how much pain I was in! Now lick me clean!” as I sat there and thought to myself, You were in pain? What about me you piece of shit! You narcissistic asshole! What the hell is wrong with you? But I knew better than to say any of that so I just lay there licking his entire crack clean in silence before moving to his disgusting hole. He smiled down at me and affectionately rubbed my very full, very bloated belly. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good helper! I can’t wait to give it to you later! I think you’ll like it! In the meantime I gotta get back to filming! Anyone else need a bathroom break with the new toilet?” Of course there stood Josh with an evil smirk on his face. Here we go again! (To Be Continued)

#gay shit #face farts #hairy male #human toilet #gassy farts #im lactose intolerant #fart kink #male farts

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thebottomfromhell · 1 year ago

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ONE-SHOT

Urogi has a breeding kink, male demon reader. In here the fur in Urogi's legs are pants.

Warnings: Breeding kink, Anal sex, Cannibalism, Predatory-animalistic behavior, Mentioned egg-laying, Mentioned m-preg (no actual m-preg).

You know you got lucky, really lucky, out there.

When he turned you into a demon you lost all your memories, but you knew you loved birds. While you don't really have many bird-like features, just some feathers that you could control as your demon blood art, it was something hard to miss.

You can remeber having some singing for you at your arm-reach at sunrise, maybe you owned some as pets, but that is your only human memory. But look what you found as a demon.

Your feathers are not weapons, it's more a sensoring type of ability, so the buddha's damn second you found a Hashira that managed to get near you unnoticed even with the feathers spread to sense threats, you should have died. But the Upper Moon Four was around, deemed a bigger thread, and decapitated. The Hashira was talented, thank heavens you didn't got to face him, and managed to decapitate the anger clone, Sekido, after he came out, and the pleasure clone, Kakaru, let himself being decapitated for fun, bringing out Aizetsu, the sorrow clone, and Urogi, the joy clone. It seems you were the first demon with feathers he has seen for a while, since he, who has wings and talons, took a big interest for you instantly.

You remember wanting to grab his wings, they looked so majestic and soft that it made your insticts to take and touch clash with the ones that told you to fear Upper Moon Four. Urogi did not share those reservations and instantly grabbed your feathers without even asking, and caressimg his face with them. "They are even softer than mine! I'm going to keep some, ok?" You did not tell him that you could locate him if he did, or that you could feel his touch through the feathers.

You can always feel and find him, whenever he separates from the other clones, you know. And you chase.

"Oh, you've come to see me again!" He doesn't worry about this, he knows he can destroy you easily, and he enjoys your presence (the pun intended, he adores bad puns). "What you got there? Gimme!" To rush up here you had to eat, to not waste time you just grabbed a random human in your way. What was this guy doing just standing in front of his house (was it even his, at this point) beyond midnight is not of your business, just that he was around and you needed to eat to gain speed. Urogi takes the body off your hands and sits crooked over it to start eating, tearing the flesh with his talons and fangs.

"Hish lag sar fullo fats, "he puts more into his mouth without swallowing first" t'sh sho tashte an greeshy!" [His legs are full of fats, it's so tasty and greasy!] His manners are not better than the ones of a wild animal, you can't help but shake with some disgust as some of the chewed flesh falls off the side of his lips as he opens his mouth to add an eyeball to the mix. You laugh it off. "Try to swallow your food, Birdie. It's not like you're going to feed chicks with that." He finally swallows before grining at you, taunting, he opens his wings as he stands up, with them he looks a lot bigger. The intimidating gesture doesn't let you move as he gets closer, his face just a breath away from yours.

"Why, would you like to see me feeding lil' chicks? Don't lie, I have seen the way you look at me, as if you wanted to have mine." Your face heats up as he wounds your pride with that confession, so you feel the need to answer something. That is the reason you came with a comeback you didn't even think through. "Oh no, if anything you would be the one laying eggs, Bird Boy." You both paralyze the second you finish that sentence. What the FUCK did you just said to one of the fifth strongest demons?

Again, you are very lucky, maybe you have a second demon blood art that gives you that much luck, because Urogi just laughs with a blushing face and uncomfortable smile, looking around without making eye contact. "I-I think Sekido is calling, so...... yeah. Good egg- I mean TALK! GOOD TALK!" He basically yeets himself into the sky, he flies really fast he got out of your sight in 7 seconds, only to come back and pass over you, that is where the rest of the clones are. But you survived.

And, the next time you meet Urogi, he's the one that reaches for you. You don't really know what to expect, he is not looking at you, just standing besides you and playing with his hands, blushing. "Hey.... so.... what was your name again?" You tell him, but Urogi still evades your eyes as he blushes harder and scratched the back of his neck. "Y/N.... ok. Yeah, um- about last time.... I kept thinking about it and.... it was hot." What?

He takes a deep breath to gain confidence before grining at you. "And, I know, you like me. A lot. So how about you do me a favor~?" He lunges at you grabbing your shoulders, digging your talons in, making you bleed. Just like that one time, your mouthes are one breath away from each other. He giggles as he lets his tongue out, letting it touch your mouth.

You have no idea if you used to catch birds as human or if your demon insticts are stimulating it, but you can only obey the urge to TAKE. Without thinking you grab Urogi's waist and slam him against a tree. He wraps his legs and wings around you before the impact, making his back recieve fully the hit as your pelvis meets his. This makes him moan as he tears your shoulders as he groans, sounding very close to a moan, and arches his neck. It takes you only seconds to heal as he moves his head over your shoulder "Breed me~".

You feel your dick getting hard with those words, that voice, this position. You keep one hand on his waist while you grope his ass under his clothing. He moves his hips eagerly as he moves his hands to take off your tops. He giggles as he feels your fingers brushing against his entrance, teasing over it. It's already lubricated, though you would need to check if he prepared himself already. "Did you touch yourself here before coming?" You ask softly as you try to insert a finger, it goes in easily, it even feels like it's being sucked in by the wet heat

Urogi trembles a bit nervious as he feels you touching his insides under his pants, from the movements of his hips from before that made friction between your pelvis you can feel his dick is getting hard against yours with the clothes in between. "I already told you I kept thinking about it~" he answers cheeky. You take that as an invitation, so you move his pants as he wraps himself closer to you with all his limbs, digging the talons of his hands in your just below you neck and the ones in his feet behind your thighs. "Just like this is fine for now, just give it to me already~"

After leaving some scratches in your legs, ones that heal at the expected speed, Urogi uses his legs and feet to move your clothing off your erection, licking his lips when he feels it against his skin. Both of your hearts begin to race as you line the tip into his ass, pressing without entering. You pause. "Are you ready for me to fuck you, Baby Bird? Ready for me to stuff you full with my seed?"

Urogi bites your shoulder, burrying his face in your skin and almost tearing your bleeding flesh as he moves hil pelvis impatiently. You laugh at as you heal as you spit in one hand and massage your dick to enter smoothly for you too. When your tip starts to slip inside, slowly, Urogi moans against your skin, fangs still deep within, once your member is fully settled inside his hole is that his mouth lets go. "There we go, all inside. Does it feel good?" Urogi just start licking the blood off your shoulder before resting his chin there, panting a bit. Once he gets used to the size of your member he giggles and moves his hips. "I want more, gimme all you've got T/N~".

You thrust hard into him, having all of him clenching around you "Fuckkkk, Urogi. You are so tight and hot..." The sound of your balls hitting his tighs goes along your grunts. Urogi keeps giggling and moaning "Yeah... oh yeah~, just like that mng~ Y/N~" With your hand in his hips you try pounding into different agles, searching for his sweet spot, a really high and loud moan from Urogi is all the signal you need to keep thrusting there. You also start to jerk him off, taking advantage of your demonic strength and his grip in you, never letting his talons off your constantly healing back and legs as you hear him scream. "YESSS~ THERE! Fuckfuckfuck T/N!" He giggles between high moans "Mmmmng~ I want your cum~ ohhgh~ Breed me dumb and pregnant~" He bites you again as you beging to pound harder into him searching for climax, you can feel the smile in his lips. "Shhhit~ you're so hot. You want it in your tummy~? You want me to put a baby inside you?"

You know that as demons, and male ones at that, none of you is fertile, much less can carry a child. But the though of Urogi enjoying so much being so full with you that he is bulging and round-shaped is enough for you to give in into this kink of his. "YESSS fuck YESS~ Gimme argh~ fill me with chicks~...." He keeps moving his hips with you until you cum inside with three loads of hot and thick semen. Urogi arches his back at the first one, scratching you more, he starts giggling with the other two. You start trembling as he moves his wings, making you fall down. "Not enough~ keep your promise and actually fuck me until I look pregnant!"

"God, you are insatiable." You groan in response, Urogi just giggles again as he starts to ride you, still moaning, scratching and talking about being bred. You last less this time due being more stimulated, but he doesn't seem to mind as he keeps up the pace. You turn both of you around to corner him, back against the ground, by the sixth round and use all your strengh. You can feel part of your cum is leaking out of his insides as you thrust, there is a small bulge in his stomach. The talons and fangs keep you in place as you move your pelvis back and forward, Urogi begins to babble at the stimulation. "I'm shooo full it argh~ makes me shoo happy~ Imma cum~ lemme cum plssss~". You thrust as fast and hard as your body lets you, not caring of the bruises you are leaving in Urogi as you grab him and pound into him, they heal in less than a second so thay are hard to notice. "C-C'mon c-can you feel the chicks, b-b-baby bird? Fuck, you are so stuffed argh.... L-look your.... your pregnant.... tummy...."

He does look down, only to bite you hard as he trembles, tighens up and cums into your chest with two full loads, the liquid sticking to your skin as you cum for the last time. You both are panting as you fall down over the Upper Moon, you have to admit he tired you up a bit, but it was worth it. You only have some few seconds to get ready and move inside the cave Urogi found you near by before the sunrise. You have to help him, he is a bit complicated by the state he is in, but still cuddles with you once you are safe. "We need to do this again some time T/N, don't you think? Don't you ever deny me the joy of feeling so full."

There is something in his tone.... it's a threat, you don't want to think what would he do if you rejected him. But.... you don't need to. "I've got you, baby bird." You answer as you cuddle back.

You are indeed very lucky.

#urogi x reader #urogi #bottom urogi #top reader #male reader #upper moons

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daisynik7 · 2 years ago

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A Bento for Kento

Chapter 3: Love Language

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: none, just fluff and delicious food

Summary: You do some internet sleuthing. Ren visits Jujutsu High for the first time. Nanami keeps a secret in his pocket. And a wild Gojo appears!

Notes: This chapter’s bento is inspired by this recipe: Chicken Meatballs. Thanks for all those that have read, reblogged, liked, and/or commented so far, hope you’re enjoying it!

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This week’s bento features teriyaki chicken meatballs over a bed of white rice with a side of steamed broccoli. You elegantly drizzle teriyaki sauce on the top, the finishing touch is a sprinkle of sesame seeds. Aesthetics matter, you think to yourself, impressed by your arrangement. You repeat the meticulous process inside the Hello Kitty bento box.

When you’re done, you admire your creation. An idea pops in your head, inspired by the many viral videos you’ve watched. As a cute, personal touch, a small note can be included in the meal. It’s usually words of affirmation, sometimes even a funny joke. You take two sticky notes from your desk and write a different message on each, smiling proudly as you insert each one inside the cover of the containers.

Ren comes out of his room, ready for his Monday lesson. He joins you at the table to eat breakfast. “Morning, sis!”

“Morning! Are you excited for your lessons this week?” you ask, taking a bite out of your toast.

“Yeah! We might do one of our lessons out of the office. Nanami said he wants to show me around the school. I’m excited.” He takes a forkful of eggs into his mouth, grinning.

“That sounds fun. It’s nice to change scenery once in a while.” You take a sip of coffee. “So do you like your mentor? Nanami, right?”

“Yup, he’s pretty cool. At first, he seems super serious, which he totally is. But I think we’re getting along well. He knows I’m taking these lessons seriously. I think that’s why he likes me.”

“Is he the grumpy old teacher type?” you ask, jokingly.

He chuckles. “He’s definitely grumpy. But he’s not old. He’s probably your age.”

This sparks your curiosity. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like, just to put a face to a name.

Ren continues. “Anyways, we’re making a lot of progress together. He’s a really good teacher. He’s opened my eyes to a lot of things.”

Part of your smile fades as you say, “Well, it sounds like you’re learning a lot from this Nanami guy. I hope you’re not planning on replacing me with him.” You’re kidding, of course, though there is a hint of actual jealously there.

Smirking, he reassures, “Don’t be jealous, sis! He’s not as fun as you are, trust me. I told you, he’s super serious. Sometimes I wonder what he does fun. He probably reads.”

“Hey, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with that!” you exclaim, throwing a grape at him. “He sounds interesting. I should meet him one day, just to size him up.”

In all seriousness, you actually want to check this guy out, confirm that this man isn’t negatively influencing your sibling in any way. You still have no idea what these “lessons” consist of, or what this Jujutsu High is. This creep could be teaching your baby brother how to be a deviant.

Finished with breakfast, he gets up to retrieve his backpack, bentos packed securely in place. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s a good guy.” He pats you affectionately on the shoulder before leaving.

You sit at the table for a little while longer, contemplating while you play with the stray crumbs on your plate. Minutes later, you text Ren:

You: What’s your mentor’s full name again?

Ren: Kento Nanami

Ren: why?

You: just curious, thanks!

Let the internet sleuthing begin.

~~~

This week, Nanami plans to take Ren on a tour of Jujutsu High. He insisted Gojo visit sometime on Monday to give Ren an overview of the rules and general layout, hoping to prepare his student before he first steps foot on campus. It can be overwhelming for a first timer, he’s well aware of that.

As expected, Gojo does not give him an exact time for when he’ll arrive. Nanami’s attempts at extracting an answer from his flake of a friend are useless. I’ll get there when I get there, Nanamin! I’m a busy man! is all Gojo texts him, after being pestered for the third time about his current location.

The day isn’t wasted, however. In typical fashion, Nanami planned accordingly with some new material to teach Ren, already predicting this type of behavior from Gojo. Lunch time approaches and he still hasn’t shown up. Growing impatient, Nanami decides to take their break now. If Gojo pops in while they’re eating, he’ll just have to wait.

Ren hands the Hello Kitty bento box to Nanami, this gesture becoming a small tradition between them. “Thank you, Nakamura,” he says, walking over to his desk. “I’m going to the break room to make my tea. Would you like anything from the vending machine?”

“Hm, maybe a Pocari Sweat?”

After Nanami brews his tea and a purchases Ren’s beverage, he returns to the room, ready for another delicious treat courtesy of the older sister. As he sets the drink on Ren’s desk, he sneaks a peek at his open container, spotting meatballs and some type of glaze over a bed of rice. The smell is intoxicating, his mouth watering from the inviting aroma.

Surprisingly, the food is untouched. Usually, when Nanami comes back from the breakroom, his student is halfway finished with his meal. He glances over at Ren to see what’s distracting him. He is staring at the inside cover of his bento box, a warm smile spread across his face.

Curious, Nanami asks, “Is everything alright?”

He looks at Nanami and answers, “My sister left me a note.” He flips over the cover to show it. In neat handwriting, the memo reads:

Happy Monday, booger! Have the best day ever!

A little heart and smiley face are scribbled at the end.

Nanami raises a brow, amused. “Booger?”

Ren chuckles. “Just a little nickname she calls me sometimes. Maybe there’s another one for me in your box! Can you tell me what it says when you see it?”

Agreeing, Nanami sits at his desk. For some reason, he’s nervous to open it. As if he’s intruding on something intimate, something personal. He uncovers it slowly, examining the top for a note. In the same handwriting as the other, a message is displayed:

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

There’s strange tightness in his chest upon reading those words. He glances at Ren, who is now his normal self, devouring his meatballs whole. Focused back on his desk, he quietly takes the note off the cover and pockets it.

Ren, mouth full, asks, “Is there anything?”

Nanami contemplates for a few seconds, then responds, “No, there isn’t.” He starts eating a meatball, which tastes even better than he imagined. Though, his mind is distracted by the fact that he just lied about something so trivial, so insignificant. Why?

“Ah, okay.” Observing his own note again, Ren laughs. “Can’t believe she’s still calling me booger! Ha!” He takes a sip of Pocari Sweat and continues to eat, blissfully unaware that his own mentor is hiding a secret in his pants pocket.

Nanami stuffs more food into his mouth in silence, questioning his own motives regarding this damn piece of paper. His hand slides into his pocket, feeling for it, remembering the words scrawled over it.

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

He knows it wasn’t written for him. Of course he knows that.

However, there’s an odd sensation coursing through his being. An unusual tightness in his chest spurred by a simple statement attached to the back of Hello Kitty’s face. Whatever this sensation is, Nanami reasons that this is what compelled him to lie about the note.

A few more moments of contemplation, he realizes something as he finishes his last meatball. The true reason why he is acting this way.

He wants to pretend it’s for him.

Gojo finally arrives as soon as Ren and Nanami are finished with their food. “Hello, my dear friends!” he greets happily.

Nanami wipes his mouth with a napkin and closes the box. Just as he’s about to hand the empty container to Ren, his friend squeals, “Nanamin, wait. What is that?!” Even behind the blindfold, it’s obvious that Gojo’s eyes are filled with glee.

“It was my lunch,” he answers, nonchalant.

Gojo’s grin widens, as he squeals again. “I need to take a picture of this! You and Hello Kitty! Nanamin, this is just adorable.” He takes his phone out and starts snapping away before Nanami can hide his face behind his hand.

“Stop it. You are awful.” He slides the bento over to Ren, still trying to conceal himself from his annoying friend’s ridicule.

Gojo turns to Ren, showing him what he captured. “Isn’t this so precious? Little Nanami with Hello Kitty. This day can’t get any better.”

They giggle with each other while Nanami sighs heavily, palm pressed against his forehead in aggravation. “Can we just get on with this, Gojo? And delete those photos immediately.”

“No way. The world is better a place now because of these,” Gojo teases, swiping through his phone, a smug grin plastered on his face.

Nanami begins to blush, remembering the note. He sticks his hand in his pocket and feels for it again, making sure it’s still there. He clears his throat, speaking a bit louder. “Okay, enough. Let’s move on.”

After more snickering between Gojo and Ren, they finally get back on track. As Gojo introduces Jujutsu High to Ren, Nanami takes this opportunity to zone out. He stares at his desk, thinking of food, Hello Kitty, and his dumb friend taking those incriminating photos. Occasionally, he brushes his hand over his pants, rubbing the outline of the note. The one that is not his. What’s the harm in pretending? It makes him feel good. It makes him feel appreciated.

He slyly removes it out of his pocket and sets it inside his suitcase, where it’s safe. The last thing he needs is Gojo having any more leverage against him than he already has. If it accidentally falls into the wrong hands, specifically Gojo’s, he’d never hear the end of it.

~~~

During your break, you decide to investigate Ren’s teacher. You type the name “Kento Nanami” into the search bar. The top result is a blog post from a finance company you’ve never heard of. Clicking on it, you notice the article is a few years old. It features five different employees from the company, each one having a picture with a small blurb beside it. You scroll towards the middle of the page and find what you’re looking for.

Name: Kento Nanami

Age: 23

Position: Senior Stockbroker

About: Kento Nanami is one of our youngest and most successful stockbrokers. He started working for our company straight out of high school and has excelled ever since. Hobbies include eating, drinking, cooking, and reading. He enjoys helping others and has been an asset to us during the onboarding process for new employees. His favorite part of working for this company is the salary because it helps him fund his addiction to bread.

You laugh out loud at the last part. Then, you notice his picture. It’s a professional headshot, probably taken in the office for the purpose of this post. His blond hair is parted on the side with loose strands falling over his forehead. He has a sharp nose and cheeks that are slightly sunken, maybe due to the stress of being a stockbroker. The spotted tie he’s wearing over his navy-blue button up stands out. It’s an interesting pattern, but for some reason, it works. His expression is neutral, neither smiling, nor frowning. He looks serious, just as Ren described him.

You stare at him a bit longer and you smile to yourself.

He is handsome.

But why the sudden change in career? Based on his description, he was doing well as a stockbroker. Why would he leave? And what exactly is he teaching your younger brother? Surely it isn’t lessons on stockbroking. Or is it? Is this some sort of pyramid scheme? They have their lessons in an office building, which is very suspicious to begin with.

You continue your web search and find nothing else outside of his previous occupation in finance. He doesn’t have any public social media pages and there is nothing mentioning current employment. Curious, you search Jujutsu High, only to be redirected to pages related to Jiu Jitsu, the Brazilian martial art. Anything related to Jujutsu doesn’t exist on public record.

Your inner alarm bells are ringing. This is strange. You’ve made it almost a month blindly trusting your brother, not asking too many questions. How much longer can you hold out for? You have no clue what Ren has gotten himself into and the constant mystery surrounding it has you worried.

Also, you know nothing about this Nanami fellow. He could be a creepy cult leader or a shady ex-stockbroker roping innocent youths into a Ponzi scheme, hiding behind an attractive suit and a pretty face. Either way, it’s suspicious.

Retrieving a small journal from your drawer, you jot down questions you want to ask Ren. You need answers to give you peace of mind. The rest of the summer can’t go on like this. If something terrible were to happen to him, you will never be able to forgive yourself. You have to know the truth.

~~~

On Wednesday, Nanami brings Ren to Jujutsu High. He can tell that Ren’s mind is blown as soon as he steps foot through the protective barrier, jaw dropping and examining the campus, speechless.

They walk through the training grounds, watching students spar with each other. Ren observes them carefully, looking away briefly only to scribble notes. They watch for nearly an hour, Nanami explaining their moves and typical training regiments that are expected of first years.

Their tour through campus continues. Ren gazes up at the buildings, appreciating the architecture. It reminds Nanami of his experience as a Jujutsu High student. He doesn’t dwell on the past all too often but being here makes him reminisce, as if he never left.

Currently, there are no classes in session, so they take this opportunity to peek into each of the empty classrooms, ending with Gojo’s. There are plenty of windows, a sparse number of desks, and one big blackboard, displaying the remnants of whatever was taught in the most recent lesson. Nanami takes a couple of minutes to go over this with Ren.

Afterwards, they decide to take their break in one of the courtyards. Nanami is handed his usual bento box with Hello Kitty. He looks around to make sure Gojo isn’t nearby to tease him. With the coast clear, he uncovers the container, finding a note attached to the inside again. He purposefully positions himself across from Ren so that he can read the message in secret. Glancing over at his student, who is distracted by his own meal, Nanami focuses on the familiar handwriting:

Have the best day ever! I love you!

Followed by three hand drawn hearts in a row.

His lip twitches into a small smile, admiring the words in front of him. Once again, he removes it and secures it in his pocket. He’s not exactly sure why he’s keeping them. Maybe he likes having it within reach for a quick pick-me-up. Yesterday, he met with Gojo to exorcise a low-grade curse, and when he was home, he took Monday’s note out of his briefcase to read it again: The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

The words replayed in his head as he soaked in the bath that night. It lingered in his mind as he prepared dinner, even when he was in bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. That message gives him validation. What he’s doing now as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, and even as a mentor, makes a difference in the world. He is important.

However, this new note offers a different reaction, right in the pit of his stomach. A strange, fluttering feeling. He can’t remember the last time someone told him, “I love you.” In fact, he’s barely heard that phrase throughout his entire adult life.

Is he this desperate for affection? Enough to pretend that these words are actually for him? He’s actually envious of Ren for having someone like this in his life. A person who constantly reminds him how much he is loved, how special he is to this world. When will Nanami experience this for himself? He wonders if that will ever happen.

He catches himself, scoffing as he continues to eat. It’s silly, sentimental, and immature for him to be feeling this way. This is unlike him.

Ren breaks the silence, bringing Nanami back from his deep thoughts. “Hey Nanami, words of wisdom from my sister. ‘In life, we should all aim to be like meatballs: Well-seasoned and well-rounded.’” He flashes a smirk as he lets the joke sink in.

Nanami genuinely chuckles at the corny pun. “Clever.”

“She made huge ones today, just for fun. Wanna see?” Ren offers, scrolling through his phone. He faces his screen towards Nanami, showing a picture of a woman around Nanami’s age, wearing a black apron over pajamas. She smiles brightly at the camera, holding two massive meatballs in her hands, like trophies.

“She was so proud of them she had me take a picture,” Ren laughs, pulling his phone away.

It isn’t the giant hunks of meat that captures Nanami’s attention. It’s her smile, bright and endearing. Inviting and welcoming. The second thing he notices are her pajamas, obscured partially by the apron she wears over it. They are wasabi green in color with different types of sushi as the pattern. It’s cute. As much as Nanami despises using that word, there’s no other way to describe it.

And it’s not just the pajamas. She is cute.

He almost chokes on his meatball upon this revelation. Guilt sweeps over his body, ashamed that such a thought comes to his mind in front of his student. In front of her brother. He doesn’t even know this woman. One picture and he’s already thinking she’s cute.

A blush creeps up on his cheeks as he clenches his jaw, uncomfortable with the flurry of thoughts rushing into his head. He tries his hardest to stop thinking of her, but it’s too late. He imagines her standing in front of him smiling, holding out the Hello Kitty bento box filled with glorious food, reciting the words she scrawled on those pieces of paper.

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that. I love you, Nanami.

His entire face is hot, certain that it’s red all over. Thankfully, Ren is distracted by his phone as he munches on a piece of broccoli lazily.

Nanami can’t believe himself. He’s making up scenarios in his head about a woman he’s never even met before. No one should see him like this, so it takes all his willpower to calm down and remove all these ridiculous thoughts from his head.

With perfect timing, Gojo joins them in the courtyard, eating an apple and chatting with Ren. He takes a moment to tease Nanami, Hello Kitty still in front of him, but he doesn’t have the energy to care. Instead, he’s focused on appearing calm and stoic.

He decides for himself that he wants to know more about Ren’s sister, mentally noting what type of questions to ask without giving his true intentions away. Ren constantly praises his sister, it’s only natural for Nanami to wonder what she’s really like. The woman behind the bento.

It’s just curiosity, Nanami tells himself. That’s all it is. Nothing more.

~~~

Friday arrives and you send your brother off with his two bentos. Tonight, you’re going to demand the truth. Not every single detail, but anything to put your mind at ease. You plan to butter him up first by going to the local street food fair and buying him all the Yakitori he desires. Then, maybe after some delicious soft serve, you’ll ambush him.

The best plans begin with food, right?

~~~

Gojo suggests taking Ren on a low-risk mission, which Nanami hesitantly agrees to. He’s aware his pupil will not be the one fighting; he’s only there to observe. Still, he’s nervous. Although more mature than some other kids his age, he is a child that Nanami has temporarily taken under his wing.

On Friday, they stay in the office for the first half of the day, going over every possible detail he can about this mission. They agree to eat before heading out, following their usual routine: Ren distributes the bentos, Nanami heads down the hall to brew his tea and grab a drink from the vending machine for Ren. The two of them sit at their desks, eating their lunch while exchanging casual conversation.

Today, Nanami’s note says: Can’t wait to spend this weekend watching movies and baking cookies with you!There’s a doodle of the Cookie Monster surrounded by chocolate chip cookies. He takes it, sliding it into his briefcase, wondering what movies they enjoy watching together. He smiles thinking of the cookies, how wonderful their house will smell as they bake in the oven.

He looks over at Ren. “Any words of wisdom today?”

Ren shakes his head and responds, “Nope. All she said was ‘Happy Friday to the best brother ever.’” He stares at the note with a small frown.

“What’s wrong, Nakamura?”

He sighs, setting his fork down. “I don’t know. I feel guilty. I haven’t told my sister anything, and she’s been so great and supportive, but I just…” He stops, unsure what to say next.

“I understand where you’re coming from. What we do...well, it’s not easy to explain.”

“Exactly. Like, what do I even tell her? Hey sis, I think my biological parents were involved with some curse users and killed. Then I somehow inherited these strange powers and now I can see curses. How crazy would she think I am?!”

“Well, that is the truth, isn’t it?”

Ren scratches his head anxiously, not responding. Then, Nanami says, “You always talk about how supportive your sister is. Don’t you think you should give her some credit? She might be more understanding than you think.”

Still frowning, Ren replies, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. I just have to tell it to her straight and hope for the best. I mean, we’re going on a small mission today, right? We might be going on bigger ones in the future. What if something happens to me? She’s gonna see my mangled body and not even know what happened. I can’t do that to her. I won’t do that to her.” He goes back to eating his meatball, brows knit in deep thought.

Nanami is honestly impressed. Ren is a teenager, but he’s surprisingly mature and responsible. “So, do you think you’ll tell your sister tonight?”

“I think so. We’re planning to go to this street food festival nearby. Once we’re full of Takoyaki, I’ll tell her.”

Sounds fun, Nanami muses. “I hope your talk goes well.” He gives Ren a small smile, then returns to his lunch.

“Do you like street food, mentor?” Ren wonders, sipping on his drink.

“I do. I like Takoyaki as much as anyone, but I’m partial towards Taiyaki.” Pancake batter filled with sweetened red bean paste and shaped like a fish. Of course it’s Nanami’s favorite.

“Ha, you’re the same as my sister. She loves Taiyaki.”

Grinning, he wonders what other foods she might like. What other things they have in common with each other. Trying to play it cool, Nanami asks, “What’s your favorite, Nakamura?”

“Oh, it’s definitely Yakitori. I love meat!” Ren exclaims. He turns to face Nanami. “Hey, do you want to go to the festival with us? I’m sure my sister wouldn’t mind.”

Nanami’s heart thumps, actually considering it. Street food on a Friday night sounds amazing, but he should decline the offer. Tonight will be important for both Ren and his sister. The last thing they need is a gloomy Nanami hovering over them like a rain cloud.

“That’s alright. You have important matters to discuss, so I don’t want to intrude.” He pauses for a few seconds before adding, “But thank you for the invite.”

Ren smiles politely. “Maybe next time then. I’d really like you to meet her.”

Nanami thinks it at first, then decides to say it out loud.

“I’d like that, too.”

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Grief's Phillia Series Post

Hello, this is my on-going series for my exploration of uncommon fetish/kinks!

Titles are tumblr links and AO3 links are beside them. Definitions of each fetish are in the summaries! Updated October 17th with #07 - Chase The Sun

» Still Motion - 6.5K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: Scoptophilia, Nude Modeling, Artist Eddie Munson, Getting Together, Embarrassment, Injury Recovery, Mutual Masturbation, Watching, Exhibitionism

Scoptophilia describes the sexual pleasure that a person derives from looking at prurient objects of eroticism, such as pornography, the nude body, and fetishes.

Steve poses nude for Eddie so he can do figure sketching from his bed, as Eddie starts to look like he's getting too warm. Of course, it's not the temperature that's getting to him.

Excerpt:

Steve should've known that the frankly dastardly look on Eddie's face after Steve had told him "Thanks, I definitely owe you one," would have come to bite him in the ass.

After all, anything Steve could have offered to pay him back with was something Eddie already had, unless his van broke down or something.

Eddie cashed in before any van troubles, though.

And it's not like the favor was outside of the realm of what Steve was comfortable with, he just... didn't expect it. That's all.

» Acceptance and Negation - 18.7K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: Forniphilia, Lost Bet, Rivals With Benefits, Masturbation, Coming In Pants, Light Bondage, Edging, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Kink Discovery

Forniphilia is a type of BDSM practice where one partner is turned into a piece of furniture or object for the other partner’s use. This can involve anything from being used as a chair or table, to being transformed into a coat rack or lamp.

Steve loses a bet against Eddie, who gets to order him around all night. It wasn't intended to be a sex thing until Steve discovered something new about himself.

Excerpt:

"Well," Eddie begins, his grin lighting up his face. "There are so many options, but I don't think you'd know how to cook or clean so I'll spare us both the disaster."

Steve clenches his teeth so he can swallow down the scoff. Now's not the time to egg the guy on, or give him any information about himself, even if he's fucking wrong. Steve's been cooking and cleaning since he was a preteen.

"So, I have you until six in the morning, as agreed."

Steve stares at him, waiting.

"I think I have just the thing," Eddie says, his face relaxing into a softer smile, like he's about to be kind.

» Waves - 4.6K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: Spit Kink, Teeth, Cum Play, Saliromania, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Hand & Finger Kink, Drooling

Saliromania is a fetish that involves pleasure from soiling or disheveling the object of one’s desire, usually an attractive person. It can also involve sexual arousal or satisfaction of soiling or damaging a partner’s clothing. Some individuals may also enjoy the act of being soiled or disheveled themselves.

Steve watches Eddie a lot, and becomes obsessed with his mouth. They're hanging out one day when he snaps and does something about it.

Excerpt:

Eddie's big eyes go a little wider and he makes another failed attempt at swallowing, eyebrows furrowing, probably worried about how messy he's getting, but Steve gives a warning press against his teeth, holding them open for him. Eddie lets his jaw relax and now it really is just up to Steve, who brings his other hand up to slide two fingers in, pressing against his tongue.

» so take a bite of me, just once - 10.3K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: Biting, Sexual Roleplay, LARPing, Vampire Roleplay, Teeth, Blindfolds, Cum Play

(Tied in with LARP AU)

Odaxelagnia is a kink where individuals experience sexual arousal from biting or being bitten.

Eddie's revenge feels less like striking back and more like reverence, but he's satisfied with the mark he's left on Steve anyway.

Excerpt:

The door creaks open slowly, the dim lighting from the hall spilling blue tinted into Eddie's lair, a gentle haze of back-light against the warm illumination of the most delicious human he's ever seen.

So obedient, carrying out everything he's asked of him around his Castle, even blindfolding himself just so he's stuck under Eddie's command around others who could break it.

"Give me your hands," he says, a soft order.

Steve lifts his arms, hands palm up for him. Openness and truth, manufactured, but still appreciated.

» Eternal Rains Will Come - 3.1K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: None Tags: Dacryphilia, Cooking, Pre-Relationship, Domestic, Friends to Lovers, Flirting

Dacryphilia (also known as dacrylagnia) is a form of paraphilia in which one is aroused by tears or sobbing.

Eddie helps Steve out in the kitchen and Steve's impulse control fails him.

Excerpt:

"Uh-huh," Steve says, flat and dry only to continue the little game they have going on. The one where Steve has to pretend Eddie annoys the shit out of him so he doesn't stick his hands up his shirt. "You're real good at behaving."

Eddie's grin is all dimples as he works, efficiently enough that it's satisfying to watch, even if everything's kind of uneven.

It's getting turned into sauce anyway, so it doesn't matter. Besides, they only have each other to impress.

» Fastlove - 15K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: Needles (Piercing) Tags: Kink Discovery, Piercings, Stigmatophilia, Late 80s or Early 90s for context, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Painplay, Glove Kink, No mentions of the upside down but you decide if it happened or not, Ear Piercings, Nipple Piercings

Stigmatophilia is a term used to describe sexual arousal from body modification, including tattoos and piercings.

Steve gets his ear pierced and trips headfirst into a new fascination - not only with the man who took all of the fear out of his first time, but with the before-middle-and-after of it too.

Excerpt:

Well. Steve doesn't want to stereotype, but he doesn't think any straight guy would say something like that. Though maybe he's met less straight men outside of the suit jacket and starched collared section of society than he'd thought, and needs to tune his gaydar a little better.

"Thanks," he says, pleased, whether it was a gay compliment or a straight one.

"I'll just get you to take a seat, make yourself comfortable," Eddie says, opening a package of gloves. "Do you have a preference for placement?"

Steve gets in the chair, awkward as he has to move around a bit to settle in.

"Uh, not really? The most normal one I guess?" He says, frowning when Eddie gets out a marker. "Whatever looks best to you."

» Chase The Sun - 5K - Rated: E - [ AO3 ] - CW: Alcohol Tags: Spin the Bottle, Party Games, Kissing, Making Out, Osculocentric, Kissing Kink, Getting Together, First Kiss, Eddie's a kissing virgin but not a sex virgin, Dry Humping, Wet Humping, Frottage, Oral Sex, (kind of)

Osculocentric is a term used to describe the sexual arousal and fetishization of kissing.

Eddie's being a good sport about spin the bottle, even if there's a secret he's trying to hide.

Excerpt:

They're all pretty tipsy—the empty bottle they're spinning is from the wine Nancy brought, and it's not the only one—but Eddie's on high alert, like he's supposed to be guarding something soft and vulnerable instead of his mouth. His skin buzzes but his muscles clench like he's about to lock lips with a demogorgon.

Robin snorts into her hand when Argyle leans over and plants an audibly hard peck on Steve's lips. Then he pulls back and grins with dime slot eyes, patting his cheek.

"Soft," he says. "Made of soup, I think."

Steve laughs but looks like he doesn't know whether to be offended about the soup thing. Argyle's higher than they usually see him, and all of the wisdom of Purple Palm Tree Delight flies out the window after the third or fourth joint. Eddie knows this intimately, but not from tonight. No—tonight he abstains, because he has to make good decisions. He has to watch his mouth.

"Alright Steve, your turn," Robin says, glancing around their circle.

Steve nods thoughtfully, as if he's deciding—as if he can control the bottle—and then reaches out and gives the thing a hard fucking whirl.

It spins long enough Eddie's eyes feel confused watching it. So he looks at Robin again and their eyes meet—Robin laughs again and Eddie can't help but laugh back at her.

"You drunk, Buckley?" he asks, and she shakes her head no. "Okay, if you're sure."

Robin's about to answer when she chokes on her words, eyebrows raised as she looks from the bottle, to Steve, back to the bottle, and then for whatever reason, all the way back to Eddie. He's not sure why she's so shocked, when the game is about everyone kissing each other.

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catchyhuh · 5 months ago

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candles. just. candles

don’t you love the unimportant questions i ask myself at 2 am about jigen daisuke. how DOES he feel about wax melts vs traditional wick candles. how DOES he feel. i will be getting more indepth about this than anyone has a right to

lupin:

oh baby

the only guy who unironically would love a candle as a present. you picked out a smell?? you picked out a smell you thought he would like and slash or made you think of him? a scent? something so difficult to pinpoint and describe? wait you paid how much for this? i don’t. well. i dunno if it’s… thirty dollars touching but it IS TOUCHING!

candles in ALL shapes and sizes. who give a shit. he’s half french and frenchies love that faux romantic shit like nobody else. fujiko enters the building, smells Wild Rose & Suede and just walks right back outside with no change in facial expression

when he was a kid he really really liked wax melts because it was fun to watch them slowly . melt. as wax melts do BUT he saw the candle wax stamp shit and suddenly he’s all about calling cards. suddenly grandpa doesn’t need to teach him shit about the importance and fun of calling cards he’s just ALL about calling cards and still is to THIS DAY

jigen:

well. this may shock you. but jigen is picky.

really his preference would be no candles i imagine but his sense of smell is already kinda busted anyhow so if you lit one two rooms over. he probably wouldnt notice! but if he IS noticing it’s best to go with some basic, almost unnoticeable thing. like. linen. or whatever (although being fair i do love a good linen)

the only candles he really has an opinion on are birthday candles. gotta have birthday candles. just for the comedy of sticking a candle in someone’s egg and ham biscuit at 6:14 in the morning

but i have an answer for that initial question: wick truther. no matter how many times he hasn’t been paying full attention and has accidentally singed himself with the lighter. can’t spell wick without w

fujiko:

iiiii take it back fujiko could also be charmed by a candle gift. provided the gift giver a. also included a tiffany hairband or something or b. was somebody actually sincere that she really does like to some extent. who wasn’t rich. and couldn’t afford the tiffany hairband to go with the candle

like i said with perfumes and even her hair in canon and a million other things she doesn’t let herself get locked on the same thing for very long, but i can see her having one specific scent she really enjoys and maybe getting two or three. i almost typed buying. can you imagine. i almost typed fucking “fujiko mine might BUY some candles.” i really am tired

don’t underestimate the power of a good candle that shit can help you sleep for a week, calm you down from the worst day of your life, just make you appreciate the world for 5 minutes or even keep you uncomfortably awake for as long as you need. scent psychology. she looked into it when making those sleeping gas perfume bottles

probably saving one really nice candle for some event on the horizon like “we got the thing!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳” or “we didn’t die!!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳”

goemon:

okay goemon is like. whatever about candles themselves. they smell nice. that’s kind of the opinion most people have because who… has an opinion on candles? but you know what he REALLY has an opinion on. candle HOLDERS.

he sees those little silhouettes carved out of the world’s cheapest nonflammable materials with the big dish at the bottom to catch excess wax and he’s like what an ART FORM. what an underappreciated necessity and ART FORM

so he gets a bit internally disappointed when lupin brings home some shit in glass. which is 70% of the market as of 1995. sorry goemon

also really enjoys those candles with the hollowed out center so they light up the non-melting wax on the outside. if anybody knows what those are. i saw them at a craft fair once! they had a zelda one.

just generally assume any novelty candle is his shit. i mean it’s… carving. you know he loves that stuff. and destroying the work by letting it melt is probably some metaphor he’d love and brood over for like an hour too it’s GREAT for him!

zenigata:

… candles? like. vague gesture here. candles? who has an opinion on candles? why would anybody care that much about… candles?? (quote from a grown man who gets giggly when he sees a teeny tiny bland vanilla scented candle in a hotel room)

zenigata has strong opinions on fucking cherry tomatoes vs sliced tomatoes in his salad with a trillion other ingredients in it. of COURSE he has some indecipherable passion about some nothing shit like candles

very much a candle warmer dude. sometimes the wick burns out before the candle is finished and now you’ve got a busted candle! for that matter the flame could be a FIRE HAZARD, if you aren’t paying attention. plus it keeps all the heat condensed into one spot (philosophy of a grown man who certainly didn’t get burnt six times trying to light the same candle one time)

unfortunately the longer i think about it the more everything about a candle seems like a bad idea for him. wax gets everywhere, the fire, the glass, smells really good but he immediately gets used to the smell and forgets to turn it off later, REALLY, THIS ISN’T A GOOD THING FOR HIM!

#i told you from the start. who gives a shit ill hypothesize about ANYTHING with these freaks #lupin iii #lupin the third #lupin #jigen #fujiko #goemon #zenigata

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pop-roxs · 2 years ago

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Types of candy the Shinigami Dispatch likes :3

Grell Sutcliff -She likes many kinds of candy, but chocolate is her favorite by a long shot.

-Ferrero Rocher is her favorite brand. Though, she's always up for trying new things. Lindor is also another favorite of hers.

-She'll buy kinder eggs just to eat the chocolate and give the toy to Ronald.

-But nothing bitter. Ew.

Ronald Knox

-He's a gummy type of guy.

-Gummy worms, bears, as long as it's a sweet gummy, he'll take it.

-He could settle for fruit snacks, but they don't hit like gummies. Nothing does.

William T. Spears

-He likes BITTER. ASS. CHOCOLATE.

-The kind that makes you wanna curl up and cry.

-He gets the dark chocolate that's so raw that you couldn't even lick the bar before scrunching up your face in pure agony and disgust.

-He doesn't understand why everyone thinks it's so bad.

Undertaker

-Sour. Everything fucking sour.

-He eats warheads like they're nothing.

-Hell, he'll even eat pure citric acid.

-If you asked why or how he even eats that kinda shit, he'll either respond with "I like how it makes my mouth bleed" or "How can I not?"

Othello

-He likes peeps.

-Marshmallow-y stuff.

-He says he doesn't like hard candies because he's afraid it'll "break his teeth"

Eric Slingby/Alan Humphries

-These two like candy covered/coated fruits.

-Chocolate covered strawberries and candy apples really hit the spot.

-They'll visit places that provide fruits with a chocolate fountain only to smother all the restaurant's fruits with the chocolate and run away without paying.

Sascha/Ludger

-Hard candy. But mainly lollipops.

-Sascha likes the ones with gum in the middle.

-Sascha likes those big flashy cartoony lollipops while Ludger would just settle with your average Dum Dum.

i came up with these hcs with @jhillybean 😋

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atwooozi · 8 months ago

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Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 10: The Flower Dance

Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut

Summary: Angeline finds herself caught up in the chatter about the Flower Dance following the Egg Festival. Uncertain whether the event will bring excitement or anxiety, it marks her first dance in Pelican Town.

A/N: Surprise! I know it's not Thursday, but since the update just came out I figured I update too. I hope you all enjoy. Is this chapter too soon after the Egg Festival one? Part of me kind of thinks so, but also given how close the two events are in the season makes it harder to space out. That's at least the excuse that I'm giving myself.

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Chapter 10: The Flower Dance

Spring 20

It seemed like it had only been a few days since the Egg Festival but Angeline found herself hearing constant chatter about the Flower Dance. It was either a day full of excitement or a day that should be outlawed depending on who you asked. Angeline wasn’t exactly sure which camp she was a part of since it would be her first Flower Dance. She couldn’t help but be a bit anxious about it.

Right now, Angeline found herself sitting in front of Haley’s vanity with Sophia. Haley insisted that they do some makeup tests to see what would look good. Despite Angeline and Sophia not even participating in the dance. Angeline didn’t mind really. She enjoyed the primping with Haley and Sophia. She found herself doing less and less lately since taking over her Grandpa’s farm. It felt like a nice treat.

“I’m so annoyed that Lewis can’t get a dress for you in time.” Haley huffed as she got her tweezers out to clean up Angeline’s brows.

Angeline winced as Haley plucked but tried to keep still. “I-It’s fine it’s not like I’m dancing anyway.”

“That’s not the point.” Haley frowned. “It’s your first Flower Dance and now even if you wanted to dance you can’t.” Angeline could understand Haley’s point. She was okay with being on the sidelines and observing. She preferred it even.

Sophia nodded and hummed in agreement as she fixed her eyeliner. “You didn’t have anyone you were going to ask, right?” Sophia glanced Angeline’s way curiously.

Angeline hesitated a bit. Did she have anyone that she wanted to dance with? She swallowed thickly as Sebastian came to her mind. Out of all the people she could ask he would be the first to say no, so why did she think of him? Even at the saloon when Abigail jokingly offered he looked like he had more than just a “no” prepared.

“No, I don’t.” Angeline gripped at the jeans feeling slightly nervous because of her lie. “I’ll just hang out with you by the food, Sophia.”

Sophia smiled. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

“You really don’t have anyone that you would want to dance with?” Haley asked a bit skeptical of Angeline’s answer. Damn her, she hated how perceptive Haley was. Or maybe it was just that Angeline was so easy to read.

Angeline shook her head. “No, I don’t know anyone well enough.” She reasoned. “It would be weird.”

Haley studied Angeline’s face for a moment. “Yeah, I guess.” She went back to fixing Angeline’s brows.

“What about Victor?” Sophia asked as she sat herself next to Haley.

“Victor?” Haley furrowed her brows and frowned. “I thought maybe that guy next door.”

“You mean Sam?” Angeline asked with a giggle. It seemed just like Haley to not know Sam’s name despite living next to him for years.

“Yeah him.” Haley said. “He’s kinda cute, I guess.”

“Sam is going with Penny.” Angeline explained with a smile. “He's really excited about it.”

“Yeah, but I feel like Victor might be more Angeline’s type.” Sophia interjected.

Was he? Angeline thought about it. Victor was very polite and seemed very kind and smart, but she didn’t know much about him besides those few things.

She thought back to the guys she dated in the past and many of them seemed like Victor. Nice and all smiles at first, but often controlling and mean as more time went on. Not that Victor was like that. She couldn't imagine Victor being mad at anyone. “I don’t really know him that well.”

“He’s really nice.” Sophia said with a smile. “I bet you if you asked he’d dance with you.”

He would? Angeline felt conflicted with what Sophia said. Nice was well, nice, but she couldn’t shake the feelings she was having. What those feelings were exactly she didn’t know.

“He seems boring.” Haley said. “Not as boring as the doctor, but like boring.”

Sophia shrugged. “Nice isn’t boring .”

“What about the one that wears all black?” Haley asked. The description caused Angeline’s heart to flutter.

“S-Sebastian?” Angeline cursed at herself for stuttering. She prayed to Yoba that she wasn’t blushing, she couldn’t take Haley’s questioning about the moody man.

“Isn’t he dating Abigail?” Sophia asked and Angeline felt her stomach sink.

So those two were together? The thought of them being together wasn’t a bad thing. They seemed like they fit together easily. It made Angeline feel slightly nauseated at the thought.

“Are they?” Haley asked as she handed Angeline a mirror to look at her work. They looked perfect. “I thought that she was… you know .”

“What?” Sophia gave her friend a confused look which caused Haley to roll her eyes.

“Into girls?” Haley said as she put some lipgloss on.

“Maybe.” Sophia shrugged. “I don’t really know her that well.”

“I-I’m gonna go.” Angeline stood up abruptly causing Haley and Sophia to jump slightly.

“Later Angie.” Haley said with a pout. “Make sure you call me if you need a dress for the dance or something or if you need help with your hair!”

Angeline nodded and took her leave. She didn’t know why she felt the sudden urge to leave. Talking about Abigail and Sebastian made her stomach feel sick for whatever reason. She really didn’t want to cause a scene by throwing up on Haley’s carpet. She couldn’t live with that kind of embarrassment.

“Are you okay, Angeline?” Angeline looked up from the ground and stopped when she saw Victor. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see him or anything. Given the conversation at Haley’s house she wasn’t looking forward to seeing anyone, especially this soon.

“You look pale.” Victor frowned. “Do you want to stop inside for some water?”

Angeline hesitated. She wanted to say no, but she also felt a bit wobbly.

“I won’t keep you long.” Victor assured her. “Just some water and you can take your leave.”

Angeline nodded reluctantly and followed him inside his home. Honestly, the place felt more like an estate with how large it was. What did Olivia do for work again? Angeline couldn’t exactly remember, but her house was surely impressive.

“Why don’t you go sit in the library?” Victor said. “I’ll get you some water.”

Angeline quietly made her way into the library and took a seat at a desk covered in books and papers. Before she had the chance to glance at them Victor had placed a glass of water in her hands. She gratefully took a sip and exhaled. She felt like her nausea had started to subside and her pulse regulated. “Thanks.”

Victor nodded and took a seat across from her. “I was about to go on my afternoon walk when I saw you.” He explained as he rested his chin against his palm. “You looked like you saw a ghost.”

Angeline nodded and gave a small laugh. The thought of herself looking so distraught over Abigail and Sebastian dating felt childish.

“I was just a bit overwhelmed.” She muttered before taking another sip of water.

Victor nodded and gave her a small smile. “Well you’re looking better now.” He seemed to relax a bit and ran his hand through his neat black hair. “You have some color back in your face.”

Angeline took another sip of her water. Maybe Sophia was right about Victor. He could be her type. He was handsome and very nice. He even took time out of his schedule to give her water and sit with her. But…

Angeline stood up slowly and kept the glass in her hands. She didn’t want to put it on the desk in front of her. The documents looked important and she didn’t want to ruin the beautiful wood table top. “Thank you, Victor.”

Victor stood up with Angeline and took the glass from her, their hands grazing each other gently. She felt nothing as they touched. Not that was a big sign of anything, but she felt that it told her what she needed to know “It’s no problem at all. I’m happy you’re feeling better.”

Angeline smiled gratefully at Victor.

“I should get out of here. I didn’t mean to interrupt your walk.”

“It’s a welcome interruption.” Victor said as he walked Angeline to the door.

Angeline flushed slightly and gave a small smile before taking her leave. She felt that because of Sophia’s influence that she felt a bit more shy around Victor than she would have. It felt silly really. She hardly knew him so to get so nervous just because of someone else’s words made her feel ridiculous.

At the same time, she felt that she hardly knew Sebastian. The fact that she was getting worked up over him made her feel just as dumb. Dumb or not the feelings she had towards him still persisted.

She quickly made her way up the mountain path. She wasn’t even sure why she was heading this way. It would have made more sense for her to travel through Cindersnap Forest to her house from Haley’s. If she hadn’t run into Victor she probably would’ve passed out in front of Marnie’s house and scared Jas for life. Maybe there was some part of her that wanted to run into Sebastian?

Angeline looked over towards the lake and she saw that Linus was there. Good. There was no sign of the other raven man that seemed to worm his way into her thoughts rather frequently lately. Especially since their talks at the lake.

Angeline gave Linus a small wave and practically broke out into a sprint before she ran into anyone else. She was sure she probably looked insane to the mountain man running off like that but she didn't care.

Victor was a pleasant surprise, but she couldn’t imagine that seeing Sebastian right now. He hadn’t done anything directly to her, but she really didn’t need to almost faint in front of him either.

Once she reached the farm Angeline felt her body relax. She didn’t realize that she had been so tense that whole time. She decided that in that moment that she would take some time to just take care of the farm. Perhaps all the socialization was wearing on her more than she realized.

~*~

Spring 24

Sebastian looked at himself in the mirror and was debating if he should crawl back into bed and pretend to be sick. He was sure that if he tried neither his mom, or Demetrius, or Maru, for that matter would buy it. It was worth a shot. Drowning himself in the lake sounded more enticing now that he actually saw himself in the powder blue suit.

He had worn it for years and you could tell. The damn jacket barely fit him in the shoulders anymore. It was funny almost. When he was first forced into the suit he was 14 and it was too big. Now he felt that if he tried to breathe properly he might take out someone's eye. He contemplated purposely ripping the suit to see if that could get him out of the dance. Yet, before he could go through with his plans his mom was barging her way into his room. “Sebby, it’s time to go.”

Robin stopped and smiled at her son. He frowned back at her and she laughed. “You look so handsome.” She said as she started to fix his hair.

Sebastian flinched away from his mom’s touch. “I feel and look like a clown.”

Robin pursed her lips as she looked at Sebastian. “A handsome clown. Now come on, Maru and Demi are waiting I don’t want to be late.”

Sebastian didn’t have it in him to argue. He decided to forgo the jacket and followed behind his mom, begrudgingly. He supposed that if he complied that maybe it would make the day go by faster and without much pain or at least he hoped.

~~~ At Cindersnap Forest~~~

Sebastian walked over to his friends as they stood near the buffet table. He could see the misery on both their faces. There could be some argument that Sam’s misery was from the dance and his allergies, but that didn’t matter much. He was still miserable all the same. He scanned the forest and saw that Penny was towards the outskirts. So much for walking to the dance together. Poor Sam.

“Don’t look so happy, Seb.” Abigail said as she drank her punch.

He rolled his eyes at her and leaned against a tree. “I just want to get this over with.” He sighed.

Sam was about to say something but interrupted himself with an obnoxious sounding sneeze. “...Hey Sebastian.” His friend sniffled.

Sebastian leaned away from Sam, hoping to get out of his line of fire. “Hey man, did you take some allergy medicine?”

“Yes mom.” Sam groaned as he held a tissue to his nose.

Sebastian chuckled to himself . He looked over as he watched more people trickle into the clearing. Almost everyone was there except the farmer it seemed. Sebastian hadn’t seen her in what felt like forever. After speaking at the outside the saloon last Friday it seemed like she just disappeared. Not that he was one to talk. He would constantly retreat into his dungeon for weeks at a time, but if he were being honest he missed their impromptu talks near the lake. Even if did lose precious hours of sleep later on replaying their conversations in his head.

“Where’s Victor?” Sophia said as she made her way over to the food. She was right, Victor wasn’t here yet either. He was usually on time for everything.

Abigail looked around and frowned. “Yeah, he’s usually here by now. I mean, Olivia’s already here.”

Sam opened his mouth to say something but ended up sneezing. He gave up trying to speak and just pointed towards the entrance of the clearing. Victor and the farmer were walking together. Talking with each other as they made their way over to the small group.

Sebastian felt himself scowl as he looked at the scene before him. Since when did those two become so close? Did Victor get the idea to escort the farmer to the dance after hearing about Sam and Penny? They were that close that they were showing up to the dance together? What exactly happened between those two that made them so chummy? And why the fuck did he care so damn much?

Before Sebastian could continue to work himself up the farmer had interrupted his thoughts. “You guys look nice.” She said holding back a giggle.

Sebastian felt himself grow annoyed with the girl. If circumstances were different he probably would be slightly amused. But right now he needed to hold back before he snapped at her. All his questions were gnawing at him. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was so upset but the thought of her being with Victor made the bile churn in his stomach.

“Oh thanks.” Abigail said as she spoke for their group. “Nothing like putting on these itchy outfits and putting on a show for old people.”

“Not just old people.” Sophia spoke up. “For all of us that don’t have dance partners, too.”

Angeline nodded and smiled at Abigail. “I’m excited to watch you guys.”

“You can always take my place.” Abigail offered. Sebastian was about to protest but Victor interrupted him.

“If you want to dance then I wouldn’t mind.” Victor offered the farmer. Fuck him. Sebastian wanted so badly for perfect Victor take his perfect self far far away from here. He couldn't even stand to hear his voice.

Sophia nodded from behind Victor at the farmer, but Angeline held her hands up and shook her head. You know what? Fuck Sophia too. “N-no thanks. I really would rather watch.”

At this point Sebastian was seething. He didn’t even realize how visibly upset he looked until Sam came over and asked him what was wrong.

“I just hate this dance.” Sebastian mumbled. He felt so on edge and the worst part was he wasn’t even that sure as to why. He felt his hands twitch a bit. He needed a smoke. Just a few puffs and he'd be ready.

Just as he was about to step away from the party Lewis called over a megaphone for the dancers to come to the dance floor. He should have drowned himself in the lake.

As Sebastian lined up for the Yoba forsaken dance he looked over towards perfect Victor and his perfect little date, Angeline. He huffed and stuck his hands in his pants pockets, or at least tried to. Fucking annoying tight pants. He wished a button did pop off his ill-fitting suit and hit perfect Victor in his perfect eye. They wouldn't look so cute and perfect with Victor missing an eye. Sebastian sighed and looked towards Abigail who gave him a confused look. He must’ve seemed insane to her and Sam. He felt insane himself. Why did Victor and the farmer piss him off so much? He usually didn't mind Victor. He actually kinda liked him when he wasn’t so busy comparing himself to him. He even let him borrow a few Cave Saga books of his.

Once the dancing part of the party was over Sebastian felt sick almost. He wanted to just leave. The constant thoughts of Victor and the farmer swirling in his head. Taking part in this awful dance just made everything feel vile. He didn’t think he could even muster up any energy for Sam and Abigail. He needed to leave. And so he did.

~*~

Sebastian slammed the door shut to the basement. He stripped himself of his awful powder blue suit. The tightness of it all just intensified how awful he was feeling. Once he was down to his undershirt and boxers he lied down. His chest was heaving and his stomach continued to sour. He looked at his hands and they were shaking. He balled his hands into fists and slammed them down against his bed in frustration.

Why was he acting like this? Why couldn’t he just be normal? He was laying in his dark cold basement while other people were out enjoying the beautiful spring weather. Why couldn’t he be like them?

Why couldn’t he be like Victor? He groaned and turned in his bed on to his side. Thinking of Victor made his stomach just ache more if that were possible. Victor was just so kind and polite. He never seemed to overstep or push people too far. He was able to weasel his way in with his friends. Victor seemingly was able to befriend the farmer so much so that they were attending an event together. What did Victor have that Sebastian didn’t?

Sebastian shifted on to his back and ran his hands through his hair. He gave out a mirthless chuckle.

“Everything…” Sebastian said quietly. Victor had everything that he didn’t. He was everything that Sebastian wasn’t.

Sebastian sat up slowly and dug through his jacket pocket. He found his pack of cigarettes and his lighter and lit one. He needed to take the edge off desperately.

He looked at the burning ash at the end of his cigarette and took a drag. His head was swimming.

“Fuck this place.”

#sdv sebastian #fanfiction #fanfic #stardew valley sebastian x oc #ao3 fanfic #sebastian stardew valley

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starlightshadowsworld · 1 year ago

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The Black Bulls and what pokemon I would assign to them.

Part 1

This is just personal preference and from the pokemon I actually know about.

So mostly gen 4 and 5.

I'm also not using starter pokemon or legendaries.

Starting with Asta, I'd give him a Machop.

Machop is a fighting type pokemon, he's quite small and generally act like quite child like.

I think they'd be a good fit for Asta personality wise. Also these little guys are always training and would be someone Asta could sparr and train with.

They also are at the beginning of their evolution, much like how Asta would be at the start of his journey to become the Wizard King.

That and they get progressively more more muscular which is something he and Asta have in common.

For Noelle I would give her a Swanna.

Swanna are water and flying types. And at least where I'm from there a symbol of royalty and regality.

They also evolve from Ducklett which I find hilarious.

If you know anything about Ducklett, they are some sneaky lil fuckers. And I can imagine Noelle having a bit of a hard time when they first meet.

Even being mocked for having such a "disobedient and useless pokemon."

But Noelle, defying all expectations as usual bonds with her pokemon.

And her Swanna is proof of how far they've come.

They can both dance on the battlefield together.

Also Swanna when they were a Ducklett has definitely chased the other Silva siblings and pecked them relentlessly for their treatment of Noelle.

Probably still does it tbh.

Magna gets a Roggenrola.

Roggenrola is a rock type pokemon.

The reasoning for this is because of a special ability Roggenrola can have which shows its true strength.

That ability is sturdy, it can't be taken out in one hit.

And that just feels so fitting for Magna's pokemon. Someone small that you underestimate because he has a lot of type disadvantages but won't back down no matter the odds.

That and I just imagine the lil guy on Magna's shoulder.

They can be quite cowardly but seeing em get hyped up Magna would be sweet.

For Luck I have to give him a Jolteon.

Jolteon is an electric type and one of the evee evolutions.

I imagine Luck's had Jolteon since they were an evee. Playing with them and having many... Many battles.

Luck was definitely that guy you make eye contact with on accident and than boom pokemon battle.

I imagine his evee became a Jolteon through either finding a thunder stone on a mission or through sheer will power.

Also one of the special abilities a Jolteon can get is volt absorption.

Where they regain HP from getting hit with an electric based attack.

And tell me getting hit, getting stronger and more pumped from the hit to fight is not Luck all over.

Zora gets a Zorua.

Zorua are mischievous illusion pokemon who like to impersonate others and cause mischief.

Pretty self explanatory.

I imagine Zora's dad to have have had a Zoroark who laid an egg that he gifted his son

Making Zorua one of the last ties Zora has to his father.

And both of them have a grudge against nobility for it.

It does also lead to a lot of pranks.

Gordon gets a Litwick.

Litwick is a ghost and fire type pokemon.

Litwick are pokemon who pretends to guide people and Pokémon around by illuminating darkened areas. However, it is actually sucking away their life energy and leading them to the Ghost World.

But Gordon's Litwick doesn't want to do that.

It wants to actually guide others and make friends with them. But given their reputation, they aren't exactly seen as trustworthy.

So you have too lonely dark souls who just want to make friends, finding friendship in each other.

And just the image of Litwick nestled on a table while Gordon uses their light to paint his figures is just so sweet.

Finral gets a Growlithe.

Because if anyone deserves one of the goodest of good boys, it's Finral.

Growlithe is a fire type dog pokemon.

And much like their real world doggo counterparts, they are fiercely loyal to their trainers.

And for someone like Finral who was disowned, that would mean so much to him.

They are very friendly and sweet doggos, and you know any girl Finral gets a date with would adore his dog.

However, if Growlithe's are also known, if they or their trainer is threatened, they will go feral.

Even if that opponent is far stronger and bigger than them.

And for Finral who for a long time saw himself as a coward, having someone watch his back and encourage him to keep going is something he definitely needs.

Also, I can imagine when Finral goes down in the fight between him and Langris, that Growlithe rushes over.

Licking his cheek and whimpering when Finral won't get up. Before turning to Langris, and going off.

Langris who was someone Growlithe definitely knows and loves, and is now glaring at with the intensity of a thousand sun's.

Staying with his beloved trainer in the hospital, standing guard by his bed.

Also everyone in the squad loves Finral and Growlithe would definitely befriend and protect the other squad member's pokemon.

Vanessa gets a Sewaddle.

Sewaddle is a bug and grass type Pokemon.

Their sweet lil sassy guys.

And they say hi by booping foreheads.

I imagine they were the only friend Vanessa had growing up with Witch's forest.

And have just stuck together since.

Also, they use a move called string shot that works a lot like Vanessa's string magic.

I imagine them just lovingly bullying Ruby and the other pokemon but they are a sweetheart at heart.

Has also definitely bit the Queen of Witches.

Multiple times.

Henry gets a Jigglypuff.

Jigglypuff is a normal type pokemon.

Which means it's not affected by Henry's ability of absorbing magic.

Jigglypuff's are very expressive lil guys and I think they'd make Henry laugh and keep him company when he's alone.

Part 2

#Black clover #the black bulls #Pokemon #asta black clover #noelle silva #magna swing #finral roulacase #zora ideale #henry legolant #vanessa enoteca #gordon agrippa

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theambivalentagender · 10 months ago

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Hey hey 👋

May I ask for that OC x Canon ask game 3, 7 and 10 for Shane and Zeke please?

Have a good day ❤️

Lord help me this got way too long. If only I could write this many words every day in my original novels.

Who is the better cook?

It depends. Zeke hasn't been able to cook much for themselves or others in the game, except for the pepper poppers, since all they have to work with is a microwave in their crappy farmhouse. And before the farm they mostly relied on fast food and other instameals. But it's gonna turn out that they're a really good improvisational cook. They love making soups and pastas and any time of food that involves throwing a bunch of things in a pot. Recipes requiring exact amounts frustrate the hell out of them.

Shane has....canonically poor cooking skills in some areas. But in my headcanon/VE canon he's one of those types who has a couple recipes in his head that are, for some reason, fantastic because he makes them. Man can't cook scrambled eggs but somehow picked up a whole beef wellington thing after seeing someone make it on TV once. He seems particularly good at making things that involve a lot of doing a few things and letting them sit for a bit while he does something else.

Of course it's hard for him to believe *any* of his cooking is good so he's surprised when people specifically request his stuff.

What are their love languages?

I think I've pretty strongly established Zeke's giving love language is physical affection. It's hard for Zeke to give or receive physical affection with most people but once they're with someone romantically it's like they feel comfortable enough to have "permission" to be affectionate that way so they're all over that.

Receiving for Zeke would be acts of service, even if they wouldn't want to admit it. They're stressed the hell out and often overwhelmed and having someone else care enough to help out means a lot to them. But they also feel bad feeling that way because they don't want to burden others.

Lucky for both of them Shane's giving love language is acts of service. Which I think works in canon since his letters early on to you are about sending you food and recipes. The main reason he breeds the blue chickens is because he wants to provide for Jas's future in some way. He just wants to feel like he's helping somehow.

(I also think he might secondarily have a giving love language of Words of Affirmation, or at least he wants to. He just struggles with verbally expressing himself, so acts of service is easier for him to actually do)

Receiving wise he's all about quality time. He's like a cat - doesn't say much to you, but always happens to wander into the same room you're in. Happy to hang out just to be around another human being instead of by himself stewing in his own thoughts. Once they're married my thought is that his favorite thing to do in the morning is walk out on the porch and watch Zeke cursing up a storm while they're doing morning work.

How do they bring out the best in each other?

There's a whole theme I have with their relationship in the comic that's about wanting and being wanted. Zeke was a bold kid who ended up having a traumatic, abusive childhood that essentially drove in the message that them wanting things was wrong, the things they wanted were always wrong, and they just had to have life happen around them without interfering because otherwise things would go horribly wrong.

They never initiated relationships before, and pretty much always accepted someone asking them on a date at least once because to them it was the only chance they had at anything romantic. I haven't gone too much into it in the comic yet but before they went to the farm they were kinda stuck in a relationship with a guy who was, by all technical definitions, a great guy. Squeaky clean, generally attractive, well educated, overall nice and respectful. But Zeke never actually felt any attraction or attachment to them. But still they stayed because, again, Zeke felt they were the one in the wrong to want something else.

Shane is the opposite in most ways, with not feeling wanted. In VE, he lost his mom before he could even form real memories of her. Marnie was supposed to be the one who adopted him but shit happened that I'll elaborate on at some point in the comic and instead Shane grew up bouncing around in the foster system with visits to his aunt in the spring/summer. His foster families either completely ignored him or were overbearing/controlling, and he quickly learned how to get sent back from the second type as fast as possible by acting out. As a kid he didn't know the complexities of the situation so he grew up often thinking Marnie didn't want him either. That thinking only really started to change after the incident where Zeke and Shane got lost in the woods as kids, but that mentality isn't easy to unlearn.

As a teenager/young adult he liked to date around and sleep around casually. When he did occasionally get in a longer term relationship, he'd often end up trying to change himself to their preferences, because he figured no one would actually want to be with the real "him" in the long term. Naturally, this always backfired eventually.

After the death of Jas's parents, Shane gave up on dating entirely. He also gave up entirely on this idea of presenting someone he wasn't to the outside world. He didn't have the energy to try and make himself appealing to other people all the time, he had to put all that to taking care of Jas. And if nobody wanted him for that, then fine.

So to the point of the original question, the best they bring out in each other is Zeke realizing that their wants are good and valid, and Shane realizing he is wanted for who he is. Not even just in a strictly romantic sense either: Shane has talked about admiring Zeke for being able to go after what they want in life, consequences be damned. And Zeke likewise sees the positive things in Shane as he is that he's never seen in himself - his thoughtfulness and determination to take even small steps forward.

#valley echoes asides #asks

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chibi-lucca · 2 years ago

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Dragons: the nine realms rant

THIS WILL HAVE SPOILERS UP TO THE END OF SEASON 4.

“Do you really hate it, or are you just upset it's not Hiccup and the gang?”

me:

So a quick rant about this show.

I am a huge fan of HTTYD, ROB, DOB, RTTE. I have consumed so much information on the HTTYD universe I could write the book of dragons. - and I’m sure others out there can too! (honestly guys, let's do it.)

Going into this new show, I was skeptical, in fact I was going into this expecting to hate it.

I didn’t. Here’s why:

In the end of the third movie we say goodbye to the dragons, a choice that many despise. The movies and shows illustrate that people are greedy and cruel and only a few are friends to dragons. As for the real world - anyone remember the Tasmanian tiger? Or how about the number of rhinos and elephants? Wolves going extinct in Yellowstone, having to be reintroduced to the area? Humans can’t even protect the species we have on earth now, what do you think would happen if we had magical fire breathing dragons? This nine realms show give us these answers and much more.

In the beginning of this show we see very familiar drawings and characters, which means the writers are well aware who is watching. They know that this new show will draw in the generation that grew up watching Hiccup and the gang. With that, the show continues to add little easter eggs to tell us who our main character is. They also state that a real dragon is a dead dragon. Meaning the real world situations of humans being cruel to animals applies in this universe.

To me, this shows Hiccup did the right thing. He made the correct choice. The dragons stayed safe. They were not hunted to extinction, they were protected. As someone who grew up with the OG dragon riders, it does hurt to know they are gone, but this show helped me cope with that.

The nine realms reveals their legacy! It shows what happened after the movies and that one special. If they were leaving stuff behind, they had to be down there a lot, if not moved down! They weren’t separated forever. Not only that, we know who left behind everything. The Gronckle iron shield?! That was placed in a way to reflect light? It was made to be a beacon. But high enough up that walking wouldn’t work, and in a realm so hot you’d need dragon scale suits to get through. It was placed so only a dragon rider would see it.

The time capsule!? My gods we all know who made that. The fact that the key is a family heirloom?! Hiccup thought so far ahead you think he could see the future. And then the cave painting!? It also had Toothless! Hiccup was down there with the dragons for so long he left a leg for fuck sake.

Beside the easter eggs, I saw this new show as a very fun archaeological discovery of our favorite characters, our friends. To figure out what their story was by solving the puzzle like Hiccup would. Instead of being told, we're finding it alongside a descendant of the Vikings we know and love.

This is a great new story for the next generation who didn’t grow up with Hiccup and the gang; now they have Tom and the team. It's not the same because it's not supposed to be. This is Tom’s story, with added elements of the past so no one forgets the roots. Don’t hate it just because it’s not the same characters you grew up with. It's a new story in the same world. It's Berk's legacy and the start of Tom’s story.

Honestly I think people’s reactions to this is a good example as to why we don't deserve dragons. Learn to say goodbye. Yes, it hurts, but that's okay. It means you care.

I am here for DTNR, along with all the new dragons. Before I end this I’ll touch on some topics I've seen floating around.

Toothless descendants are inbred?!

Uh, I believe that's a no. For one they shoot lightning now, not balls of plasma. Which means they had to breed with another type of dragon. On top of that, who's to say there weren't furies below in the world before? They’d just never gone to the surface. There are nine caverns for the gods’ sakes, there had to be a handful of cave dwelling furies. And yeah they are all nightlights, but again, we’ve only known Toothless’s story, the nine realms are their own story. On top of that, idk if you know this, but after about 800 years, genetics don’t mean shit. So between having a handful of other furies, other dragons, and unclear lifespan, we can assume either one of two things: the genetic line is so muddled it's nonexistent, or dragons live longer than we think and we are still getting through the handful of cave furies. - also meaning Thunder is closer to Toothless’s genetic line (assuming he’s even part of it) than Tom is to Hiccup.

Hiccup abandoned their efforts and beliefs in showing people the truth about dragons?!

D-did we watch the same shows and movies? Is that what you got from those movies? If anything the new show just validates the third movie even more. (is that why ya’ll hate it?) They tried guys! They really did, but you saw how out of hand it got in the third movie. On top of that, the amount of people already trying to use dragons in various parts of the archipelago was just the beginning, the third movie showed leaders from all over the world. If Hiccup didn’t make that choice, dragons really would be just a myth. - they would have been hunted to extinction.

Canon cast is dead!?

I mean… death is a part of life. It's in the future. Like go through the stages of grief if you must, but this new show keeps them alive. Their legacy was keeping the dragons safe. They did, and still are, thanks to Tom and his friends. They live through Tom, and possibly Toothless through Thunder. (cue he lives in you from lion king 2) I find it nice learning about the old days while growing fond of the new.

The animation is shit?!

Well compared to the movies of fucking course it is. Now compare it to Miraculous Ladybug. -w- yeah, not so bad now huh?

If the animators had the correct time to work on it, I'm sure it would be better. It's a TV show that still has pretty good quality in animation for what it's worth, yeah it's not the BEST, but it's also not the worst.

Also look back at the ROB. That animation?! Bruh. Episode 1 had me crying.

Overall, if you hate still hate it well:

If you like it - tell me why and let's be friends.

#dragons the nine realms #httyd #httyd rant #rtte #hiccup #hiccup how to train your dragon #hiccup haddock #tom kullersen #toothless #night fury

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