#he’s pretty much the same precious little boy he is getting excited for us coming home snacks and every little thing that makes him happy

[yoohyeon]

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[askinkiskarma]

Lo'ak x Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: angst, suggestive language, cursing

Word count: 3,1k words

Notes: surprise!! here I am once more writing things outside of what I had planned to, but people have been asking for a Lo'ak story and you know me besties, I aim to please. I really loved writing Lo'ak in my Cardigan series, so I'm excited about this. enjoy x

Na'vi words used: ma 'ite - daughter; sa'nok - mother; skxawng - idiot; tsantu - good guy, txepvi - spark

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He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain He wanted a bride, I was making my own name He stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight

You and Lo’ak have been friends for longer than you can remember. Literally. You couldn’t remember becoming friends, because, as Neytiri loves reminding you both, your connection was immediate and permanent.

“Did you know, ma ‘ite, that you and Lo’ak held hands for the first time when you had just been born? Yes, yes… he was just a few months old when we brought him by as you were born, and your little fingers wrapped around him when he reached out for you. You were so tiny, the most precious baby. And I’m pretty sure my son fell in love with you that day.” 

“SA’NOK!” 

You laughed as Lo’ak’s face dropped in shock, and smiled almost bashfully as he shuddered when your fingers made contact with the freckles on his cheek, that shone brighter than they normally do, probably due to the deep contrast between them and the new shade of purple that signalled a beautiful blush, that you could never get used to, no matter how many times you have seen it through the years. 

“Oh, son, am I embarrassing you?” 

He huffed and got up from where he stood, and you joined in as all the family starting laughing at the beautiful boy that left the tent stomping, his tail swishing furiously behind him. 

You scoffed softly and followed him, rolling your eyes as Spider made kissy noises and Neteyam chuckled to himself. 

“Wait up, skxawng.” 

“I’m so damn tired of being my family’s clown.” 

“Oh, Lo’ak…” you caught up to him outside of the village, and took his hand in yours to stop him in his tracks. He didn’t look at you, even as you manoeuvred around him to come face to face with this boy the you loved so much, this boy who knew you, who you knew, who will always be everything to you.

“You’re nobody’s clown, Lo'ak. We all love you so much, but you take things too seriously. It wouldn’t be funny if you didn’t get so upset about it. What’s so bad about your mother said? I think it’s sweet.”

Your hand trailed up his arm slowly, and you saw goosebumps appear in its wake, and you smiled at the reaction his body had to your touch. Your hand stopped as it reached his face, that you caressed, and his lips, lips that you’ve dreamt about, that you loved the thought of, that you could feel on yours in dreams and wishful reveries. The same purple tint took over his features once more, and you couldn’t help yourself, couldn’t help the way your face inched closer to his, closer and closer, until your lips touched. It was so soft - the kiss, his lips, the feelings that enveloped you. It felt like home. He felt like home. 

“I think you’re sweet. And I think I fell in love with you the day I was born, too. I think it's always been you, Lo’ak.” 

He could no longer be upset at his mother after that, not when her meddling led to the happiest day of his life. 

Lo’ak loved watching you get ready for battle. How could he not, when your body, tall and supple, a body that had such grace and elegance to it, he felt everyone else in the world would be privileged to ever get to see, was now covered in war paint that complimented your blue skin so well. Orange and yellow lines travelled from your face to your neck, and Lo’ak stood there, mouth agape, once again needing to thank Eywa for whatever luck or happenstance brought you in his life. 

You looked up at him, a mischievous gleam in your big yellow eyes, one that he knew too well, one that seemed ever-present on your face. This look and all it encompassed is why he called you what he did. Txepvi. Spark. His spark. As much as his family gave him grief about his own behaviour, about this recklessness and propensity to get himself into trouble, you were worse - much worse. Always looking for adventure, for danger, for adrenaline rushes that electrified your senses and set your body ablaze. You told him once that you needed it, needed this. That it made you feel alive. You always said there has to be more to life than sitting in the village every day, learning to weave, learning about plants and how to best combine them to make pastes and ointments. You were bored easily, bored of the same mundane, of the same routines, so you always looked for new ones. And you got exactly what you wanted when the Sky People returned. 

Lo’ak knows you hated it, hated them, that you would have happily watched all of them die at your hands, but he also knew that deep down you loved it. Loved how each day was a new challenge, was a new opportunity to prove to yourself, and to him, and to the Olo’eyktan, that you were an asset, that you would be worthy of one day of being Neytiri’s successor, of your parents’ legacy as warriors that gave their lives in the war that came to their doorstep so many years ago. 

“I want you to mark me. You always bring me good luck. And I need it today. I want your hand on me, on my heart. I need a reminder of what’s good in the world. Of what’s mine.” 

Lo’ak’s heart was booming in his ears at your words. You have always been brave. You had a strong heart. You always knew your own mind, always knew what you wanted, who you wanted. And he still couldn’t believe his luck that what you wanted was him. You pushed the bowl of paint towards him and eyed him expectantly, and he obliged you. He placed his five-fingered hand palm first in the bowl and watched as the paint dripped back in it as he removed it, trying to shake off the excess so it doesn’t mess with the design already on your body. Trying to calm his thoughts, he placed his hand on your chest, right in between your breasts, and felt your own heart beating loudly against him, and he smirked, placated in knowing he wasn’t the only one whose emotions were running wild, whose desires were pulsating through every fibre of his being. 

“I still think it’s unfair you get to fight while I am still stuck being a spotter. You’re younger than me, for fuck’s sake.” 

“I’m better than you, ma tsantu, how many times do I have to prove it to you?” 

He scoffed, and tugged at your beaded top until your lips connected, the white paint on your lips smudged and diffused now, coating his own, and he didn’t care. He thought it was fair, that there were physical traces of you on him, coating his body like you did his being, his heart and soul. Your tongue traced his bottom lip and explored and he let you, meeting you halfway, a messy needy dance that left him panting and weak. He kissed you to shut you up, but now he was the one speechless. How did this always happen? 

You pecked him once more, then moved to reapply the painting that had just been erased. He could hear the small smile in your voice as you spoke. 

“Your father loves you. He doesn’t want you to put yourself at risk. He doesn’t want you to get hurt, and doesn’t want Neteyam to get hurt trying to protect you, like he always does. He doesn’t have the same compulsions with me. That's why you're a spotter and I'm not.” 

You grinned at him, your large, sharp canines coming into view, and he yelped a little as you directed them to his neck, biting on it until a sharp sting traveled through his body. You licked the blood that came out of the two small puncture wounds and he shuddered at your touch. 

“Come, mighty warrior. Let’s go show them what happens when they mess with the Omatikaya.” 

It was surreal to you, how much life changed, how fast life changes. It seemed like yesterday that you were swinging through the trees of the Omatikaya forest, innocent and mild, just happy to exist, happy to be alive, happy that there was air in your lungs and sun shining through the leaves and hitting your bare skin, that soaked it all, that loved it, loved every ray, loved it all. You were different now, so different you could barely recognise yourself. You don’t know if child you would have liked the current you… or vice versa. Current you wanted more. More than just the forest, more than just being, and existing peacefully, more than what every other Omatikaya seemed to be satisfied with. You wanted chaos, and pain. You wanted deep, earth-shattering experiences, you wanted life to course through your veins like ice water through the stream near the village. You wanted to fly and you wanted to fall, you wanted to be remembered, you wanted to be revered. You wanted everything. 

You knew the Sullys would be angry at you for taking their son away again, for bringing him along with you on one of your unprompted and unplanned trips, where you just got on your ikran and didn’t look back for days, until you discovered something new, something more than what you knew. It was your favourite thing to do, outside of what you were currently doing, limbs tangled with this boy that brought light to your life, and shivers down your spine. 

“I can’t believe this place. It might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, present company excluded, of course.”

You giggled and propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at the beach that surrounded your entire line of sight, on this beautiful small tropical island. You flew until you reached the Eastern Sea, and your sights both locked on this little slice of Paradise, that felt so isolated, so wild and untamed, so untouched by Na’vi or animals alike, and you knew this was the place to spend the night, with nothing but the endless stars watching over you. You never got to see the sky like this in the forest, so clear and unperturbed by all the trees obstructing the view - yet another reason you loved your little adventures. 

“My dad’s going to kill me when I get home, you know? And then he’ll kill you.” 

“I know. But that’s a problem for future me. Present me wants to swim in the ocean, and she wants you to join me. She’ll show you a good time. You won’t think about your dad anymore by the end, I promise.” 

He growled lowly at your words, and followed you as you got up and ran into the water, diving for its depths, revelling in this feeling you hoped would never end, and in his presence, that quieted the tumult that was ever-present in your mind. You loved him. He was your home, your calm. He was the best thing in the world, and he was yours. 

You felt nervous as Lo'ak entered your tent, a troubled, tearful look on his face, one that meant danger, one that meant hurt, for both of you.

“Dad says we have to go. I have to go.” 

Your mind went blank at his words, a new feeling for you. You couldn’t quite understand what he was telling you.

“Go? Go where?” 

“The Metkayina. He says we’re to start a new life there.” 

“But… but you can’t go. He’s the Olo’eyktan, he’s the Toruk Makto. You can’t just up and leave us.” 

You watched as Lo’ak’s face changed from sorrow to anger, directed at you, at his father, at the world - you couldn’t quite tell. 

“Do you think I want to fucking go? Do you think I chose this? I don’t get to choose what happens, none of us do, but this is happening.”

You felt tears pricking at your eyes painfully, but you couldn't shed them yet, not when it felt like there was still so much heartbreak still waiting to ambush you.

“So you’re just going to leave me? Leave what we have behind?” 

His eyes softened at your words, as he approached you and his hands immediately found your face, the face he adored more than everything else in the world. 

“Of course not. I could never leave you. I love you. I’ve loved you my whole life, I have dreamt about your life woven with mine for as long as I can remember. I have always known you were the one, the only one. I never had the courage to tell you, but you did. You told me, and you kissed me, and I am so grateful. So grateful that you chose me, so grateful that I get to know that you’re mine, that our children will be the best warriors this clan has ever seen, just like their mother is.” 

Your heart fluttered upon hearing his confession, and a smile swiftly replaced your deep frown and stubborn tears. You couldn’t help tightening your arms around his waist and pulling his body into yours, until you felt every crevice, every indentation, every scar and mark on it, until you were so close you felt like you were becoming one, unable to ever be separated again. 

“I don’t understand, Lo’ak. What are you saying?” 

“I want you to come with me. You have to come with me. I can’t live without you, and I know you feel the same. We have to be together, and this way we get to.”

It quickly felt like the world quieted around you, dead quiet, like a grave or an unopened tomb, like no life has ever touched it.

You have to come with me. I can’t live without you.

You didn’t notice your arms dropped sluggishly to your side until Lo’ak grabbed them and tugged at them, at you, trying to pull you out of your lethargic state. 

“Ma txepvi… please say you’ll come. Please.” He was pleading now, anguish coating every word as he was pushing them out, and you felt it all, deep within your soul, you felt it overtaking you too, felt it killing you as you knew what you had to do, knew what you had to say. 

“No.”

As soon as the word escaped your lips, so did a pained sob escape Lo’ak’s. 

“No?” 

And there they were, the tears, the hot tears that stung each inch of your body they travelled down to, the tears that signified the end of childhood, the end of peace, the end of your life as you knew it, of happiness as you dreamt it.

“I can’t, Lo’ak. You can’t ask this of me. You know me, you know me better than anyone else. You want me to give up everything I have worked so hard for, everything I have yearned for, everything that’s finally within my grasp, all of it, to come and be at the Metkayina’s beck and call? To be a trainee again, to be useless again? To give up my bow, my mother’s bow, and pick up a spear, to give up my ikran, my sister, for some sea creature that will never compare?” 

He was crying, too, painfully tugging at your arms, hoping that by doing so, you wouldn’t leave him, you would change your mind, you wouldn’t do what he feared you would, what he always dreaded. He always wondered if he would ever be enough for you, and he was terrified that, each moment passed, it seemed as if he got his answer, the monstrous answer he didn’t know if he could deal with.

“I’m asking you to be with me. I’m asking you to love me the way I love you, I am asking you to give us a chance to grow old together.”

 

The pain was shooting through your body like a lightning hit, powerful and all-consuming, and you felt as though you were going to drown in your own tears, and you would welcome it, welcome the sudden death, welcome the chance to be put out of your misery. This is what you wanted, you thought bitterly to yourself. You always wanted pain and hurt. You wanted to feel alive. Now you did. So alive it felt like death, it felt like your demise, it felt like everything and nothing, like the beginning and the end.

“I love you. I will always love you. And I am sorry. But I am more than this. I have more to give to the world, to this clan, than just myself to you. Someone has to stay behind and protect the people when your whole family is gone. Someone has to stay and fight. There’s still so much of the world I’ve yet to see, so much of myself I have yet to meet. I can’t let you take that away from me, Lo’ak. I’m sorry.” 

You didn't wait for his response as you removed your body from his grasp, that all of a sudden felt trapping, felt suffocating, and took off, leaving nothing but heartache and the shattered promises of a picture perfect future, of love and a shiny family, of a life worth living, but one that wasn't yours.

"Good job today. It's been tough dealing with the demons on our own, without our Toruk Makto, but you're doing great. You're indispensable to our clan, to this village. I hope you know that."

"I know, Tarsem. Thank you." you brought your fingers to your forehead and bode the new Olo'eyktan and the Tsa'hik a goodnight, and made your way out of the tent quietly.

This place felt empty in the months following their departure... his departure. You felt his absence in your every bone. You felt it in the loneliness that haunted you every night, in your body that ached for his touch and warmth, in your mind that never knew peace, not anymore. You wondered if he felt the same. If he ever thought about you, about what you had. You wondered if he's doing well, adapting well, if he found himself a girl, quiet and beautiful, smart and kind, that wanted everything you didn't, that was able to fill the hole you left behind. You hoped he did. You hoped he didn't.

I guess sometimes we all get Just what we wanted And I never think of him Except on midnights like this 

dk about a p2 but we'll see how my besties feel x

thank you @firefly-graphics for the dividers xo

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

CHOCO-CHOCOBO! [ FIC / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: NOW THAT I'M PLAYING FFXV, I JUST KNOW THAT PROMPTO WOULD ADORE THE CONCEPT OF CHOCOBO GIRLS (FF13: LIGHTNING RETURNS IN YUSNAAN) ! I'D LIKE TO THINK THAT THE GUY FROM THE CANVAS OF PRAYERS WHO WANTED A CHOCOBO GIRL'S NUMBER WAS PROMPTO IN ANOTHER LIFE. ANYWHO, ENJOY READING, MY DARLINGS! TW: ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, USAGE OF PETNAMES (PRINCESS, BABE), EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT (IT STARTS OFF CUTE BUT IT GETS NASTY AFTER THAT!) PROMPTO ARGENTUM X FEM! READER

The Chocobo Post in Duscae has never been this livelier before ever since they organized Chocobo races. Now that the Deadeye in the area is dead, the owner and staff decided to implement a feature that was long pushed aside due to the past circumstances they had. With enough Gil and materials, what they had planned went in full swing, accompanied with many new and familiar faces; the owner himself even graciously invited the four Hunters

That's why the blonde male was shaking in his boots. Sure, he was excited that Noct mentioned something about visiting the Chocobo Post in a passing statement but he wasn't expecting this. His blue eyes keep flitting everywhere, from the gang to the owner then back to the girls in front of him. Mind you, girls who were dressed up akin to Chocobos. Their outfit consisted of scantily golden coloured bikini tops, thigh high stockings and boots that looked like Chocobo feet. Not to mention the feathery plumage behind them and the feathery wing-like gloves. It doesn't help that the girls were grinning at him, giggling at him as they beckon for him to come closer

"Hey, aren't you the one of the Hunters that killed off that Deadeye? Choco-choco thanks!" "Choco-chocobo, your hair have the same colour as our Chocobos! Say, do you want to take a picture with us?" "You're pretty cute for a Hunter, y'know! Come here, Chocobo boy!"

No wonder the guys were grinning from ear-to-ear in the car, refusing to give an inkling of what he was going to see when they arrived there. Everyone that day could still remember the visible flush that was on his cheeks and neck, the male capable of saying yes meekly to the Chocobo Girls' invitation for an impromptu photo session. It was a really, really long day

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"Do you think this looks alright?" You asked, the feathery plumage fluttering as you do a twirl. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Hard. "Yeah, it looks fine, totally fine—" He blurted out, propping his chin up on his hand as he stared up at the figure standing in front of him, baby blue eyes skimming down your form greedily. It doesn't help that his skin is warming up considerably too. He sat up straight, hands reaching out for you and his fingertips grazing your exposed sides "Can I touch it?" He coughed out, shaking his head as he cleared his throat before muttering "Can I touch you?—" His eyes are wide with so much hope pooling in them, his brows arching upwards and his lips pursed in a thin line. A very nervous, quivering line

"You don't have to ask permission," You giggled as a smile blossomed on your pink lips. Lips that he just simply adores. He sucked in a breath sharply, holding it as his gloved hands enveloped around the smooth flesh. He pressed his thumbs into your muscles gently, slowly trailing them upwards while he pulled you closer and closer to him "So pretty," He mumbled, his golden bangs tickling the skin of your breasts as he planted a soft kiss in between them "My very own Chocobo girl who's the cutest," The male added a beat later, letting his lips linger on your skin a while longer before sinking his teeth in, evoking out a gasp of surprise out of your lips. It's so hot. His ears are burning from hearing that precious little noise. "The sexiest," He drawled out, arms snaking around your hips and waist as his hands began to fondle with the straps of the costume "Wanna take these off," He muttered, his fingers hooking into the elastic band of your shorts, sliding them down just enough so he could see your pussy. It was soaking wet, your wetness staining the fabric. His tongue swiped against his lips unconsciously, his eyes narrowing in interest as he pulled the cloth down all the way through before his hands went back to squeeze your thighs, tempted to just swipe the pads of his fingers against your clit "All this just for me?" He questioned, the edges of his eyes crinkling from grinning too widely "Can't wait to fuck you stupid, babe—" The male hastily dragged his other hand to the buckle of his belt, undoing it as he tugged you down to his lap, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans and once he does undo his jeans, he's almost embarrassed of how stiff he was. Keyword; almost. He couldn't care less of about what he feels right now, the only thing he wants to feel is your tight walls enveloping him and clenching down on him like a vice. His blue eyes turned into half-lids as he watched how the head of his cock brush and prod against your soaked folds, your arousal just simply dripping and coating over the flushed tip. He let out a hiss through gritted teeth as you started to lower yourself down, fingers digging into your backside as you take him inch by inch He knew that you had to ease yourself like this every time, your cunny too tight even for his size but fuck, he can't take it anymore—

The blond wrapped his arms around you, muttering a gentle 'Sorry' against the shell of your ear before grabbing a handful of your thighs and forcing you down his cock, the male happily swallowing up your whimper when he pressed his lips on yours. " 'm sorry, 'm sorry—" He chanted, groaning into your mouth as your hips met in rapid succession "Wanted my cock in you so, so, much, princess—" As soon as he said those words, he felt you tighten around his pulsing cock and he nearly sprained his neck from how hard he threw his head back, his brain filled to the brim with the thoughts of your warm pussy and how good it felt to be in it. One of his hands slithered up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back just so he could litter a mess of hickeys on the soft skin of your neck

"That's it, keep-mmh-taking my cock like that," The blond praised, his mouth parted slightly before he moved up to your lips, blue eyes fluttering shut from the taste of your tongue invading his mouth which just made him hasten his pace even more. He had to pull away, he had to. If not, he would've busted his load right then and there and he didn't want that He wanted his sweet, sexy girlfriend to cum first So with another whine leaving his lips, he dragged his hand to be in between your legs, rubbing his fingers on to your clit furiously while you start to squirm in his embrace. The male knew you was close, judging by the way your muscles are tensing up, your moans getting higher in pitch. He wasn't so far behind either, his thrusts mostly consisted of him rutting his pathetic cock in and out as he tried to push the both of you over the edge "P-Prompto, I'm going to—" Your words were cut off by a loud, pleasured cry and it made Prompto lose his mind, your slick juices dribbling down his thighs as he continued to bully his cock into you. It was more than enough for the man to let loose now that your needs were satiated first. With another bruising kiss to your lips, the blond pulled away before putting his entire focus into his pace, not really heeding the constant pleas and whines from you to 'slow down' and be 'gentle' He's almost there, he can feel it. His thighs going taut, his jaws clenched and the constant, throbbing ache in his loins as he kept on going. His persistence was then rewarded, the blond whimpering in pure delight as he felt his sweet girl clenching on him for the third time. His body not even hesitating to just simply flood you with his warmth, your pussy milking his cock for he's worth while you both basked in the sweet, sweet afterglow. He'll worry about the Chocobo costume later on, his brain's too mushed to think about cleaning them and returning them back to the owner. It was a rental after all

[folkloresthings]

Hello author, anon here! In your celebration for 1k, can i request carlos sainz jr. - unrequited love/secret admirer?

P.S. pick me up guys, I'm scared of Rebecca

the new carlos/rebecca content has me shaking. i’m trying to make myself feel better about it bc we have the same name but it’s not working. anyway have a drabble in consolation.

UNREQUITED. ❨ carlos sainz x reader ❩

you were charles’ family friend, practically a little sister to the monegasque boy — it was wrong to feel like this. but carlos was, for want of a better world, crazy for you. had been since the first day you showed up in the paddock at monaco, looking so pretty and curious as you inspected charles’ car.

he’d gotten to know you since then, charles having brought you along to most of the european grand prix’s. you were funny, and clever, and absolutely perfect. you had carlos wrapped around your little finger, without even knowing it.

“i wouldn’t trust any of the drivers with her,” charles had told him one night, a little tipsy. he was protective of you, of course he was. “not even you, mate. sorry, i love you and all, but she’s special.”

so carlos had stayed away. admiring you from a distance, yearning every time to just reach out and touch your soft skin, tell you how beautiful he finds you. he wanted so much that he couldn’t have. it also didn’t help that you, clearly, weren’t quite as interested in carlos as he was in you. a one—sided infatuation, the plot of all great tragedies.

“ferrari are taking us all out for dinner tonight, are you coming?” carlos asked you one day, stirring a sugar into his coffee. you looked up from sipping your own, eyes warm as ever.

“hm? oh, i can’t. i’ve got a date.”

carlos’ stomach dropped. you looked happy, excited, and he hated it. but what could he do? you didn’t feel the same as he did, so he couldn’t hold you back from living your life.

“a date?” he choked out, chest getting tighter by the second. “that’s nice.”

“he was in the paddock yesterday and we got to talking. we’re going to some fancy restaurant tonight,” you smiled up at him, taking another sip of your coffee.

“have fun.” carlos took another look at you. one last look before he would pick up the parts of his heart and hurry away, hoping to patch himself back together. but his heart wasn’t his to fix anymore; he’d given it to you, fully, placed in your precious hands. and you didn’t even know.

[lightbarebunnies]

requesting nazuna with an s/o he met at university who always tried to do things with him despite his busy schedule!!! could be hcs or whatever u want :3

a/n: bnuuy!!!! Partially basing this off of my own experiences in college. Personally? Do not go to school if you're trying to do an art-related career and already know the basics. Spend your time networking instead of going into debt to learn color theory. Sincerely, - an Interactive Media Design major tags: fluff, gn!reader - you/your pronouns, reader is a student in university (age and major not specified)

Nazuna wasn’t expecting to meet ‘someone’ at University… but lo and behold, he catches himself getting excited about going to the class he was blessed to share with you every week.

It all started when you ended up sitting next to him in one of his Gen Eds. A few weeks in, you noticed the mobile game he was playing, and it turned out you played too! Your friendship blossomed from there.

At first, you just chatted during class, discussing your favorite characters from the gacha game you both played.

You didn't seem to know too much about his idol career, or at least didn't make a big deal out of it, which was really refreshing. You started meeting up to get lunch before class, then walking in together.

As great as it was to spend more and more time with you... Nazuna wanted to see you more than just one time a week.

So he'd invite you over to his dorm under the excuse of 'studying', and eventually he got more comfortable just asking you to hang out whenever he was free.

He was the one to insist on getting your schedules for the future semesters figured out so that you’d share at least one class a week. Just so he can work on group projects with someone he knows is reliable- Y'know, since working with random people is a pain! That's all! Nothing more! (he is lying.)

The rest of Ra*bits were Nazuna’s cheerleaders when it came to him figuring out how to confess his feelings to you. He didn’t want to be too showy, or demanding… or just smother you with all of his feelings at once. He knows what it’s like to get out on a pedestal by the person who loves you.

He ended up waiting until after Valentine’s Day - Ra*bits had filmed a cooking show segment on making a few different chocolate flavored pastries, and he used those skills to prepare a little treat basket for you to give to you right before mid-terms.

In a note he included how appreciative he is on you and your constant support. He loves your company, is so grateful to have you as his friend, and wanted to let you know how he really feels. He’d accept your answer with no question.

To his delight, you felt similarly! After a quick talk about keeping your relationship secret from the media, you became a couple!

Of course, Nazuna’s lovely little rabbits all love you - once you were formally introduced. Some… more than others.

Hajime watches you like a hawk, and gave you the “If you make my Nii-chan upset, I’ll end you” look with a chilling smile on his face. You’re pretty sure he could crush you like a bug, but you don’t exactly plan on hurting the boy you love, anyways.

Oh, and Koppe… Nazuna melts watch you play and hold him. It’s two of his favorite things at the same time, and it really warms his heart to see that you get along so well with his precious baby. Koppe has started doing binkies when you come to visit him!

Study dates became a weekly occurrence, it gave the two of you private time to cuddle together while also being productive. Nazuna would apologize for not doing something more romantic, since he’s spread pretty think between his idol work and keeping up with homework.

You start getting snuck in to the green room whenever Ra*bits has a live performance, Nazuna always jumps right into your arms and gives you a kiss on the cheek when they’ve finished up. Seeing you there, knowing you saw him perform, and the fact that you’re such a big part of his life… it just excites him so much to have someone as supportive as you are, he doesn’t know what to do with himself sometimes.

[emilybahu]

My Thoughts While Watching 8x01 of 9-1-1:

(Literally no one asked for this and it’s so late, but whatever… I had fun spending an hour and a half watching a 43 minute tv show episode to share my thoughts 🤷‍♀️)

1. Oh this poor man just bought his new plane then he gets caught in a beenado… what did he do to deserve that?

2. Oh crap oh crap! He about to crash!!

3. God damn Gerrard… I hate him with every fiber of my being😠

4. EDDIE I love you, I love you, I love you! But now that Gerrard said he likes the mustache it’s gotta go…

5. BUCK’S CRULS ARE FREE!!! Omg I just love him so much he’s so pretty!

6. Also, Gerrard 🙄🙄🙄

7. 3 MONTHS AGO! Not much of a time jump my ass! LIARS!

8. Who are you Gerrard? Donald Trump? Building a fence (wall)…

9. ATHENA! Hey queen! Oh wait, they making you transport the man who killed your fiancé… yikes 😬

10. He requested her!?

11. Buck… BUCK! What are you doing!? Get away from the ledge!

12. “Don’t jump!” “Why not?” 😀 Buck you know perfectly well why we don’t want you to jump, and it has nothing to do with the quote below.

13. “Gerrard would just make us clean you up off the sidewalk.” This line is hilarious and so not hilarious at the same time!

14. My poor baby boy! Buck come here let me give you a hug!

15. Chimney making fun of Eddie’s mustache 😂

16. Bobby the technical advisor 🤭

17. It’s so funny that there’s a show within the show!

18. Poor Bobby, like it is partially his fault that he’s not at the 118 right now, but you can tell he misses his team 🥺

19. Oh this kid, I love her already! And fair question Mom, what exactly does she mean by “hooking up”?

20. OH NO THE BEEEESSSS!!!

21. Yesss Buck and his fun facts! I love it!

22. Ugh 😑 Gerrard, that’s rude, our favs at the 118 are beautiful! You’re just salty because you’re old and ugly and no one likes you.

23. I’m sorry like half of this is gonna be me complaining about Gerrard… he’s so rude though! How dare he yell at Josh like that, for something he can’t control.

24. No, no, no! The bees got in!

25. No, no, nope! ABSOLUTELY NOT! The bees fucking went down the second driver’s throat!? I’d be outta there in a second!

26. Why did you smack the bee!? Aahhhhhh no!

27. Thank god the girl is okay! Oh damn, of course the mom gets stung too!

28. “Why do I taste honey?” SIR?!

29. Oh god no!

30. This poor kid, this has got to be so incredibly traumatic, she had to give her own mother an EpiPen.

31. God I’m sorry, I just love Buck so much! That little smile when the bee landed on his finger! ☺️

32. Good lord here I go again… what the hell Gerrard! Buck saved the patients and you’re reprimanding him!

33. “It’s a beenado” 🐝🌪️

34. Bobby and Athena house hunting! I love them!

35. Here goes Athena breaking my heart…💔

36. Eeeeeee! Family dinner! I love this so much!

37. Mara calls them Mom and Momma! It’s too cute! And Jee omg I can’t even with her! She’s precious!

38. Awwww Chimney bonding with Mara over Harry Potter! I love that for them!

39. Yes Denny, their boss is a jerk, you are very correct!

40. Eeeeeeee! Tommy! I didn’t think we’d see you in episode one!! Yay!!!

41. Literally I got so excited when I saw the cupcakes and the sign, I thought Chris might be coming back… oh how I was wrong.

42. Oh my boys! I love them so much! I NEED to see more of Buck, Eddie, and Tommy together!

43. I may or may not have actually screamed… Buck and Tommy flirting! They are so adorable together I can’t handle this!

44. Oh Eddie, bless his heart! So excited to talk to Chris and wish him a happy birthday. Meanwhile his son still can’t look at him, even though a computer screen. 😢

45. He made such an effort, just for the screen to freeze and for Chris to leave him hanging. You can see the man’s heart breaking behind his eyes. My heart broke too, but I understand the kid needing time.

46. But seriously seeing Eddie’s lip quiver like that when his mom mentions putting in a pool… PLEASE CHRIS COME BACK TO US! We can’t handle seeing your dad this heartbroken! 💔

47. This woman be here having a midlife crisis, making her own fragrance, only for the bees to crash her party.

48. “Tomorrow is going to be flawless” cue the giant swarm of killer bees just hanging out on top of the tent.

49. Oop her party is ruined…

50. Oh not Buck volunteering Eddie ass the bee bait! 😂

51. “But why me?” “Because you’re the fastest runner!” Stop it now I’m cackling! 🤣

52. The close up of Eddie’s face has me wheezing! 🤣🤣 Oooo he runnin’!!

53. Oh that close up bee cgi is sooo bad it’s hilarious! 🤣

54. Yeah sure, duct tape fixes everything, but why is it in the medical bag!?

55. “I’ve been shot before, I’m pretty sure I can handle this.” It’s funny because the beekeeper was talking to the bees not Eddie! 🤣 (sorry for the excessive use of the laughing emojis I can’t help it)

56. Come on man, Buck is like a little puppy, you gotta give him some praise!

57. And we have Buck with the episode title drop!

58. Noooo Athena! 😢 Come on let me give you a hug! 🫂 So much ✨Trauma✨

59. Ooo this is a fishy situation…but Athena knows what’s up.

60. NO ONE and I mean no one messes with Athena Grant! She knows her shit!

61. She straight up locked this man in a trunk of a car in the middle of the desert! My dude, what!?

62. “Get yourself back to LA in one piece.” Little did she know what was going to happen next…

63. Not the actor being star struck by Bobby, I love that!

64. “I’m gonna study you tip to tail” 🤣

65. Good god Gerrard you got everyone watching Buck like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t deck you.

66. Eddie walking behind Gerrard signing to Buck to cut it out… he tried to help

67. “Broody little pout” 🤣✨

68. Do WE need to remind YOU Gerrard who’s the TRUE captain of this firehouse… news flash it’s NOT YOU!

69. Eddie in the background, we all know he’s got Buck’s back

70. Eeww I just paused on the close up of Gerrard’s mouth… gross. Also, have I mentioned that I HATE this man.

71. Oh my good god! Buck’s eyes are fucking beautiful!

72. Woah, oh wow, that was crazy dude! I seriously can’t tell if Buck snapped and tackled him to the ground, or if he did it to save him.

73. OH CRAP! OF FUCKING COURSE ATHENA WAS ON THE PLANE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 85 - The Bach Bash Part 1

It's time for Ophelia and Xander's joint bachelor/ette party! The Watcher was too excited to get started to take establishing screenshots of The Lemon Drop, but Xander closed early for the night so they'd have the perfect party spot!

Marcie: Penny? What are you doing in this save?

Penny: …I live here?

Marcie: And where's Kyle?

Penny: I don't know what the hell a "Kyle" is but my wife Miko is like 10 feet away if this is some weird flirting tactic.

Marcie: Oh, no, sorry. You just look a lot like my best friend Penny Pizzazz. And you're also apparently named Penny Pizzazz.

Penny: Understandable mistake. Pizzazz is a pretty common name. Your friend sounds pretty, though.

Summer's always danced to the beat of her own drum!

And she took her heels off so she could dance easier. I definitely didn't delete the CC shoes I put on her and then forget to give her new ones. I'm killing it over here, gang.

Xander tries to tap the keg he hauled in, but the tap ends up flying off.

Drew: You're a bartender, dude! How do you not know how to tap a keg?

Xander: I'm used to mixing and pouring, not tapping! And Ophelia and I pre-gamed a little so maybe I'm already kind of buzzed.

Keg successfully tapped!

Xander: All right, who wants to do a keg stand with the future Mr. Lemon?

Ophelia doesn't hear this declaration because she's too busy demanding to dance battle Joaquin. He's certainly down for it!

Xander somehow convinces Drew to help him with a keg stand, even though they insist they're not strong enough to hold him up that long.

Xander: I trust you!

Drew: I don't think this is a trust issue but whatever, man.

Well, that's about how I imagined it going.

Damn, even the bartender came over to laugh at him. Tough crowd.

From the other side of the room, Marcie and Ophelia are still able to witness that fail.

Ophelia: OMW, what a dork.

Marcie: You must feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be marrying that specimen.

Marcie: What do we owe Hilary and Greta for watching the kids?

Ophelia: Nothing. Jace was so excited to have some boys his age to play with, and Greta's probably having fun with the girls. Just don't be too mad if Violet comes home with black coffin-shaped nails.

Marcie: Deal.

Marcie: So the big day's tomorrow. You nervous?

Ophelia: Yes and no, I guess? I feel all fluttery about it but I'm just excited to get married.

Marcie: Understandable! I felt the same way, but it was a perfect day. Your day will be too, I know it.

Marcie: The kids had so much fun with you guys. Violet kept talking about playing in the splash pad with "O'fia".

Ophelia: She's precious, they all are. The girls especially were giving me baby fever.

Marcie: Just as I planned.

Ophelia: What?

Marcie: Nothing.

Marcie: Do you really think you want kids soon?

Ophelia: I don't know, I think so? I know Xander wants kids and so do I, but he's got the bar, I've got the band. How would we make it work?

Marcie: You find a way. It wasn't always easy for me and Joaquin, but it's been worth it.

Speaking of Joaquin, Xander's going for round two with his new fellow goofball bestie!

Travis: Come on, dude, are you trying to get killed before your wedding?

You're just jealous The Watcher made you and Becca get married off-screen, Travis!

What's that quote about doing the same thing and expecting different results? Xander should probably look it up when he's not so juiced.

Ophelia: Can't wait to tell my future kids about this night, they'll be so proud of their daddy.

Joaquin: BWAHAHA you should have seen your face, man!

As Joaquin doubles over laughing, Xander hobbles back onto his feet.

Xander: I should have given your kids ice cream before sending them back to you.

Joaquin: Those kids are chaotic no matter how much sugar you feed them!

Ophelia: I'm gonna make sure he's okay. And get myself another drink.

Marcie: Be sure you're drinking plenty of water!

Ophelia: Water? I hardly know her!

Ophelia laughs at her dumb joke, then also laughs as she fake applauds Xander.

Ophelia: That was quite the show! Mwah!

After another drink, Ophelia gets back on the dance floor to show off her moves, only to smack herself in the face in the process.

Ophelia: OWWWW

Drew: Party foul!

Ophelia: As my fake dad, aren't you supposed to support me?

Drew: Not when you're doing rookie shit, kiddo.

[theragethatisdesire]

cowboy jean nsfw alphabet please i beg of you🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

oh you guys are going to kill me. kill me dead!!!! but i .....i cannot resist. i lowkey thought everyone had forgotten about our yeehaw boy but he haunts my dreams so i MUST. i'm so excited hehehehe.

nsfw yeehaw daddy headcanons below the cut minors get outta here

A. Aftercare

cowboy!jean is a good ole boy. he'll never leave you sitting there panting and covered in cum, he's always going to be a gentleman and clean you up, sweetheart that he is deep down. not big into the tender loving bathtime together or anything, but he'll cuddle and make sure you're well taken care of.

B. Body part

grew up on a farm, so he appreciates a well-muscled woman, jean loves your legs, like could stare at them all day. definitely a sucker for kissing you ankle to thigh before he eats you out, takes his time. he loves late nights on the porch where you swing your feet into his lap and he can just rub on your legs for awhile as you chit chat about nothing.

C. Cum

i think cowboy!jean is the most guilty of a breeding kink. doesn't want to cum anywhere but inside you. once you tell him you've gotten on birth control and it's actually safe to cum inside you and live out his fantasy without the risk of actually getting you pregnant, he's never "wasting a drop" again, as he puts it. can't wait til the day he can put a ring on your finger and toss your pills out for good.

D. Dirty secret

would love if you took charge in the bedroom. i feel like this jean comes off as being less enthusiastic about subbing than pretty girl jean, but even though he'd never ask for/initiate it, he would go crazy watching you pin him to the bed and using him however you want to get yourself off. wants to be your personal fuck toy once or twice lol.

E. Experience

idk why all of my variations of the boys are hoes, but yes, as we saw peeking through his window (lol), jean is a true, old-fashioned wild west cowboy that has slept his way around as he travels working on different ranches, so he knows his way around a woman's body quite well. weirdly, i hc that cowboy!jean lost his virginity very young too, so he's been at it for longer than most his age.

F. Favorite position

mating press, 100%. loves seeing you pinned underneath him, powerless and wiggling against his strong grip, especially when you cum like that. also the best position to get you pregnant in (not like he researched it) again, breeding kink!!!

G. Goofy

cowboy!jean is a pretty serious person in general, very quiet and contemplative most of the time, so i wouldn't say he's too into joking around in the bedroom. afterwards, he'll stay up and giggle and trade stories with you all night, but just not during.

H. Hair

let's be real here. you're both living and working on a ranch, no one's got time to shave when they're waking up at 4:30 every morning! always has a little thatch of curly blonde hair behind the zipper without fail, and never expects you to shave for the same reason.

I. Intimacy

once you've started seeing each other more, you learn that cowboy!jean loves nothing more than a slow, sweet night between the sheets. intimacy isn't something he's well-versed in, but it comes very naturally to him. missionary, holding hands, soft little kisses, the whole nine yards. he loves to treat you like the precious little thing you are to him just as much as he loves to reduce you to tears.

J. Jack off

working on a ranch is a hard-ass job, and more often than not, jean's so achey and beat by the end of the day that he doesn't even have the energy to jack off, especially not once you've invited him to your bed. he'd much rather walk straight past his cabin over to your little house and let you take care of him with your mouth, something you're always happy to oblige. i think he literally only jacks off when you're unavailable and he really needs to, otherwise it's just not something he makes time to do when it's a choice between that or valuable sleep.

K. Kink

breeding kink obviously, but i think what really tipped him over the edge is the voyeurism kink he didn't know he had when jean realized you'd been watching him fuck around. ofc he'd never do it to you again, but the thought of you peering in, doing something so unthinkably nasty really really got him going. again, also 100% a switch, loves the rare times when you take control and take what you want from him, especially after an especially hard day at work. i think he'd also get off going to visit you at work, watching you bat your eyes at the bar patrons (for tips, ofc), knowing that he gets to be the one to take you home that night. not sure if it's a kink, but it definitely turns him on.

L. Location

once he gets over his paralyzing fear of your father, i could see cowboy!jean really having a public sex thing? like wants to take you up in the barn and fuck you in the hayloft, or take you out to a field in his truck and fuck you in the bed of it. he's just so comfortable with nature and wide open spaces that it's become a bit of a fantasy for him.

M. Motivation

cowboy!jean loves watching you get down and dirty on the ranch, especially riding your horse. one of your favorite things to do together is take your horses out and get lost in the trails and jean literally can't hold himself together and ends up fucking you against a tree out in the middle of nowhere.

N. No

definitely no impact play beyond light spanking, doesn't like to mark you up too too much in case someone on the farm could see. cowboy!jean is a gentleman, so he's not too into degradation either. think of him as the ultimate soft dom.

O. Oral

nothing, and i mean nothing in the world makes jean feel better after a long day than a sloppy blowjob. you're the best he's ever had, and he takes advantage, always beckoning you to "come get on your knees for me sugar, was thinkin' about this pretty mouth all day". and who are you to complain, i mean look at him

P. Pace/Q. Quickie

so i'm combining these solely because of cowboy!jean x reader's schedules. while a quickie isn't your preferred method of sex, it's what you're often stuck with due to his hours on the farm, your complete opposite schedule as a bartender in town, and both of your respective exhaustion after a long shift. jean won't ever let you go without even if it's just ten minutes, always makes you finish with his mouth or his fingers if he cums too quickly to get the job done fucking (which is rare). because of the nature of your schedules, jean fucks fast and hard, just the way you like it. but if you've ever both got a few days off? you're not leaving the bed, let's just put it that way.

R. Risk

cowboy!jean isn't really a risktaker in bed in my opinion. he's pretty traditional and has all of his kinks well-identified. if you really wanted to try something, i think he'd be game, but i think he prefers it to just be you and him and some consistency between you both after all the inconsistency in his life up to this point.

S. Stamina

again, cowboy!jean is such a sleepy boy LOL he needs his rest! but if he can get a day off? this dude can go for HOURS i mean like nonstop round after round after round. you're more tired on jean's day off than you are when you work a double lol. def makes the most use of his time when he can find it.

T. Toys

understands that toys are useful, but again, he likes consistency and he gets off knowing that he's the one making you feel so good. does, however, go insane when you send him videos of you playing with yourself with your toys. he has a whole folder under lock and key on his iphone 8 (LMFAO u know this man is not technologically advanced okay) of videos of you stuffing yourself with toys, moaning about how you miss him when he has to go over to other ranches to sell horses and shit.

U. Unfair

between the two of you, you are absolutely the tease. jean's just so fun to rile up. after you start sleeping together, you don't stop the antics you used to get his attention in the first place, in fact, you get worse. shorter dresses, shorter shorts, oh no! forgot to wear a bra to come check on ace down at the barn! it drives jean crazy, especially when the other stablehands are making eyes at each other and not-so-subtly nodding at your ass when you bend over to pick a few things off the ground. believe me, you're going to pay for that later.

V. Volume

dirty talker, but louder than pretty girl jean. again, lots of grunts and groans, loves to compliment you, tell you how good you're doing and how good you feel, how pretty you look, etc. again, he's the ultimate soft dom.

W. Wild card

i sort of already said this, but he loves outdoor sex. like out in nature, in the trails, bed of his truck, after swimming in the lake, etc. he just can't get enough. something about having his wild girl out in the middle of nowhere split open on him just really does it for jean.

X. X-ray

i'm going to go seven inches, but he's pretty. like, pretty pink tip, smooth, veiny. every time he pulls his pants off you just want to put him in your mouth.

Y. Yearning

i think that while jean is always super exhausted from work, when he decides in the middle of the day that your shorts are a little too tight or you've batted those pretty eyes at him one too many times, it's over. he's coming over to yours to fuck you silly, come hell or high water. with exhaustion and stress comes the need to find something to take your frustration out on, and luckily for jean, he has your body to do whatever he wants to. lucky lucky you!

Z. Zzzz

oh yes. literally within 10 minutes of you both getting cleaned up and snuggled into the sheets, jean's asleep. usually you're the one setting an alarm for the both of you so he can sneak out of your house before your father's started marching around the grounds. poor thing is just so worn out and so content laying in your arms, he's snoring before you can even turn the lamp off. precious<3

[gayphob1a]

November 10th – handcuffs/crying/begging

“Honeyyy, I’m hooome!” Eddie hollers from the front door, kicking off his shoes and jacket and actually putting them in their respective homes this time. 

Steve is sitting on the couch with an overly fond, if a little mischievous smile on his face. The love in his eyes is unmistakable at Eddie’s small act of dedication because while he loved the maid outfit, he still promised he would be better about cleaning up after himself after that night. And the fact that he stuck to that makes Steve’s chest overflow with fondness. Which only makes him more excited to show Eddie what he has for him. 

Eddie’s eyes land on Steve waiting eagerly for him and a smile splits his face, followed by dawning realization that:

1. Eddie didn’t tell him what time exactly he would get off tonight (the shop’s workload can get crazy and most nights he’s there way past the end of his scheduled shift)

And 2. Steve is hiding something

“Hey baby. How long have you been waiting for me?”

A slight blush dusts Steve’s cheeks and it’s positively delicious. “Oh. Well, I texted Jeff and he told me you guys were about an hour and a half behind. I took the time to find something I know you got for me, but were for some reason hiding.”

Eddie blanches. Oh god. Did Steve find the little red box he keeps hidden in his backup guitar case in the back of the closet?

“Woah, hey!” Steve interjects, sensing the impending panic on Eddie’s face, leaping up off the couch to pull into his comforting embrace. “I’m not mad, actually I’m very into it.”

“You’re– wait you’re into it? I mean that’s not exactly the reaction I was expecting, but if you want to, I mean, hand it over I’ll do it right now.”

Steve lights up, a smile that practically reaches his ears splitting his face in half. “Really?” 

“Yes! Of course really!” Eddie starts to lower down to one knee, slowly, cautiously, at the same moment that Steve pulls out something that is most definitely not an engagement ring from behind his back. 

Eddie panics, desperately trying to cover the fact that he was seconds away from popping the question, and graciously faceplants on the carpet. 

“What are you doing?” Steve asks.

“N– nothing I just, uh, tired. I… tripped?”

Steve chuckles, thankfully oblivious to what Eddie was really stumbling his way towards. 

“I know you had a long day, my love. We can table this for later?”

Eddie looks up, recovering quickly to fully take in what Steve found, and his own mischievous smile mirrors Steve’s from only a moment ago. Handcuffs. Pink and heart shaped.

“Oh no. No way. I was saving those for Valentine’s day, but fuck it, presents are best when they come early.”

“Sure, you say that about the handcuffs, but not me.” Steve huffs.

“My sweet boy, I want nothing more than to make you cum early, but that’s up to you, now isn’t it.”

Steve whines, nodding his head. “Yeah, but… We can still use these right?”

“Oh, sweetheart. We can use whatever you want.” Eddie takes the cuffs from Steve, inspecting them for any damage he didn’t notice in the store. He’s a little worried about the point in the cuffs, but it’s rounded with padding to make sure his precious Stevie stays safe. Finally he pulls against the chain, testing just how much Steve can fight against them. They’re not strong like the heavy duty leather ones they’ve used in the past, but they’ll do.

“So? How do you want me?” Steve asks.

Eddie looks up at him through his eyelashes and frowns. “No, no. This was all your idea baby boy. You must have some picture in that pretty head of yours of what you wanted to do with these.”

It shouldn’t be possible for Steve to blush even more, but sure enough, his cheeks get even redder, spreading down his neck and presumably to his chest. He’s silent for perhaps a beat too long, but Eddie knows he can get shy about asking for these things. Not that he’s shy about sex in the slightest, just – the freakier aspects of his own mind. Eddie never judges, never pushes to get it out of him, just waits because he knows that in a moment all shyness will evaporate when he’s screaming into a pillow.

“I um – can you, uh, cuff me behind my thighs and finger me?”

“Oh is that all? Baby I would love nothing more.”

That earns him a salacious giggle and one of those genuine smiles that spreads warmth out from Eddie’s chest to the ends of every limb. It feels like an embrace; a long, slow kiss full of affection. It feels like comfort, like home. It makes Eddie weak to every one of Steve’s whims, makes him want to finger Steve until he cums into the mattress and they have to change the sheets, but also show him how much he loves him, how much of himself he would (will) dedicate to Steve forever.

Eddie doesn’t even get a shower before Steve is rushing him to the bedroom. His protests of being sweaty and covered head to toe in grease from the shop are quickly interjected.

“Are your hands clean?” Steve asks with a lopsided grin.

“Yeah?” Eddie tentatively replies.

“Then stay exactly as you are. It does something for me.”

“‘Something’ as in you want it nasty?”

“Eddie,” Steve warns, “I swear to god if you don’t lock me up and throw away the key in the next minute I’ll start screaming about it.”

“Screaming is the plan, princess.”

Steve pouts as he strips and moves himself to all fours on the bed, his face presses hard into the pillow and he knows there will be lines in his skin from the wrinkled fabric. He doesn’t really care. His hands go out behind him, just under the plush of his ass where he knows the thick round flesh and Eddie’s hands will stop him from pulling away.

Eddie makes a sound akin to a growl at the scene presented to him. He strips off his coveralls, nearly ripping the damn things and stares in awe wearing nothing but his boxers and raggedy old wife beater undershirt. He steps out of his underwear first, moving to pull at the hem of his shirt when he notices Steve watching him. 

“Keep it on. Please.” It’s meant to come out more forceful, a mock attempt at Eddie’s own dominating tone, but Steve is weak for Eddie’s cock and it’s just hanging there, tempting him, so maybe it comes out a little whinier than he means it to.

“You sure you just want my fingers, big boy?”

“Fuck off. I want everything you’ve got, but I think you might kill me with your dick, dude.”

Steve feels the metal of the cuffs click around his wrists. It takes him a second to adjust to the unfamiliar cold heart shape, drastically different from the soft fur lined leather he’s accustomed to, but he finds the metal heats up to his body temp quickly, and the padding is surprisingly thick. In fact, he thinks they should incorporate these into play more often, as he’s rather enjoying the feeling of the edges gently digging into his skin as he gives an experimental tug. His delight at his new toy is abruptly interrupted by a swift smack against his ass, right down the middle so he feels it reverberate in his hole. He yelps at the shock of it, melting back into the pillow, face down to muffle his noises. 

“Don’t call me dude when I’m about to make you a drooling mess without a thought in your head.” 

“My pretty head?”

Eddie chuckles, leaning forward to place a kiss on Steve’s temple. “Yes, my love. Your beautiful head.”

Steve smiles, but he’s easily distracted by the grind of Eddie’s hips against his ass. Eddie’s dick slides between his cheeks, pushing a little oh out of him. He almost forgot the feeling, but just the tantalizing touch is enough to make the memories flood back. Eddie’s hands inside him, his cock ruthlessly thrusting against his prostate, coming inside. His thoughts are so clouded by Eddie that he isn’t paying attention to the real Eddie until his lubed up fingers are circling his entrance far too slowly. He stays like that for what feels like an eternity, circling, letting the tip catch in shallow thrusts, just to pull back out and go back to circling, occasionally using his unoccupied hand to leave harsh slaps to his ass. Steve starts to squirm around the fifth? Sixth slap maybe? He doesn’t know, he’s starting to lose count because all he can think about is that finger and how it never does what he wants.

“Shhh, baby, I’ll take care of you. Just let me have a little fun first.”

Steve doesn’t realize he’s whining like a sad puppy until he hears his own voice begging out of nowhere, and to his own ears he sounds choked up too. 

“Please. Pleasepleaseplease! Eddie. Need more, PLEASE.” He shouts the last word with so much force it makes a sob bubble out of him as well.

“Oh honey, are you crying for me now?”

Finally, finally Eddie’s finger pushes into him. Steve’s sobs turn into silent, fat tears, soaking the pillow and rolling over the bridge of his nose to splash down with the rest of the mess he’s making. Even with the finger brushing against his walls it’s still not enough. it feels like torture, the way Eddie is deliberately avoiding his prostate. He pushes his hips back, angling up to try and catch some friction against that spot that makes him see stars. He’s met with another smack, quickly soothed with a gentle hand and a kiss, before his hips are forcefully shoved back down. 

“Use your words, honey,” Eddie tuts. “Do you need something?”

“M- More. Eddie I need it. Need you. More fingers, stop teasing, anything please.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that?” He teases. Still, he adds a second finger, pumping them in and out before scissoring them gently inside him. It’s been so long, too long since Steve has felt the thick digits working him over, slightly roughened and calloused by his work and years of playing guitar, but still soft as Eddie borrows Steve’s moisturizer after work so his touch remains pleasurable. It’s the smallest act of love, of dedication not unlike his effort to clean up after himself, but it makes Steve’s heart pound against his rib cage no less. He’s lost in thought again, lost in the feeling of overwhelming love and the suspicious move earlier that looked strangely like getting down on one knee… when a third finger pushes in and, oh the stretch, the fullness of Eddie’s fingers. Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head as more tears fall because now every circle, every pump of his fingers, brush against Steve’s prostate and he’s dizzy with it. He realizes just why Eddie took to teasing him so much because now, with the ruthless attack against the sensitive bundle of nerves, he’s not going to last long.

In lieu of words, Steve lets out a string of moans and yelps, they turn into screams, bubble over into sobs as he pulls and struggles against the cuffs holding him still around his thighs. The only solid movement he can manage is to reach up and grab Eddie’s forearm, gripping tight to slow him down just a bit. He almost forgets entirely what they’re doing here, ready for the release that is quickly approaching, but he can’t cum, or maybe he can, maybe he doesn’t care. 

But of course, of course, Eddie is far too in tune to his body and knows when all of his noises turn into punched out ‘AH’s that they’re done. His fingers slow to a full stop, dragging lightly against Steve’s prostate one last time before pulling out completely. Steve wants to scream, thrash against the sheets, cuss Eddie out and beg for more, but he’s boneless, thoughtless, just as Eddie intended. With one last, remarkably softer, slap to the side of Steve’s ass, closer to his hip to avoid too much stimulation, Eddie pulls away. He soothes his arms up Steve’s sides, in soft petting motions to stop the full body tremble that’s starting to make its way through Steve’s bones, through his very soul. He whines, trying his best to pull his arms up and miraculously dissipate the cuffs so he can get his hands on Eddie in kind, but alas he’s still trapped. 

“Come here sweetheart, let me take care of you.” Eddie’s words mean something entirely different this time he utters them and Steve lets him wrap an arm around his chest and pull him up to sit in Eddie’s lap, using one hand to stretch and massage his legs while the other fiddles with the key to the cuffs. When Steve’s hands are freed he flings them around Eddie’s neck, holding on tight like he’s been missing for years, he sobs into his boyfriend’s neck while Eddie reaches up to massage the little marks the cuffs left despite their padding.

“Shhh, my love. You’re safe. You’re okay.” Eddie coos. He runs a hand through Steve’s hair, kissing his temple while the other wraps around his waist in a grounding hold.

“I know,” Steve chokes. “Always feel safe with you, Eds. Just… overwhelmed.”

“I know, baby. You did so good. Always so good for me. Why don’t you come shower with me? We’ll get clean and then I can make you some dinner.”

Steve starts to calm, his tears drying, brain coming back online, grounded by Eddie’s touch. “Yes please. The shower I mean, you’re useless in the kitchen.” 

“Hey!” Eddie playfully swats at Steve’s waist where it’s been resting, drawing comforting circles in his skin. “I make a mean pb&j and you know it.”

“Except that time you burnt the bread. Why did you even have a pb&j in a pan?”

“I… I thought it was a grilled cheese.”

“So you were high.”

“Incredibly so, yes.”

Steve rolls his eyes, fondness turning the gesture into a giggle as his eyes land on Eddie’s fake pout. 

“Fine. Pb&j’s, but the stove stays off.”

“No promises,” Eddie teases, scooping Steve up in his arms to carry him into the bathroom. Steve could probably walk, and he could probably tell Eddie that, but the man loves to take care of him, so how could he possibly refuse?

@steddievember

[collectivecloseness]

Thoughts on doing an euphoria make up on j

Kurt while sitting in his lap (can be nsfw or sfw)

I don’t really know what euphoria make up means sorry, but doing Kurt’s make up? Hell yeah!

Also lmfao halfway through doing this I was like ‘hmm this feels familiar’ and I had a whole drabble already done, just not edited, about this exact thing 😂

He’d probably want you to do it as a ‘girlfriend does my make up challenge’ for his YouTube. Promoting it constantly on his socials, with tiktoks of all the make up you two bought. Instagram posts teasing his looks.

Kurt loves it, because not only does he get to be super close to you, and having you touching him at all times. But the entire session is just filled with you praising him! Telling him how pretty he looks before. Telling him how pretty he looks as you’re working. Telling him how pretty he is when you’re done! “Pretty boy..!” Becomes his new lifestyle. And you praise him for being so good the entire time. Not moving, even when you have to sit on him, or lay on him. Not being too ticklish, even as you brush at his nose. Calling him brave for keeping his eyes open and steady as you applied eyeliner and mascara, since you knew he was nervous about having you poking about near his eyes.

Kurt thinks your eyelash extender is scary though, says he always thinks it looks like a torture device whenever you pick it up. You decide to go with fake lashes instead. Kurt really wants jewels though! He wants those ones people put at the corner of their eyes, and when you suggest some glitter on the eyeshadow, he gets so excited! You put in your own opinions, on what might work, but Kurt’s the one to come in with all the ideas of what he wants to look like, by the end of his video. He really did plan it out! And, you very much enjoyed yours and Kurt’s shopping spree to go buy all the make up things you two could think of. He bought whatever you wanted, for your personal make up use, too of course. Just throw it in the basket! No problem babe, that’s what he does. You two are a couple! :)

It is very cute the way Kurt scrunches his face up when you tickle him. You’re laughing even as you tell him to hold still, applying maybe more setting power to his nose than necessary, because it was just too precious.

When he wrinkles his nose, you ‘aww’ down at him, asking “Are you gonna sneeze? Like a cute little kitten?” Kurt’s lightly shoving your hand away, delicately brushing at his nose, as he laughs at you to “Shut up.” Both of you laughing in front of the camera. Even though he won’t lie, having you on top of him cooingly calling him a kitten was doing things to his poor heart.

Kurt tries to describe what you’re doing, although he sort of gives up and let’s you take the reigns in the technical department, when he keeps getting things wrong. Although he always covers it with a “-the thingy! Yeah I knew- that’s what I meant, totally. Glad we’re on the same page babe!” His never ceasing enthusiasm always charming you.

Kurt almost falls asleep at your soft touches, as you’re constantly holding his face. Your hands even on his shoulders, or hair. Stroking his hair when you place your hand there, as you work. It takes everything in him, if he’s consciously aware he wants to doze off, not to collapse into your neck and nuzzle reverently into you, so he can nap.

Although at one point, when you were on top of him and he was flat on his back, you genuinely only rested your hand on his neck for balance, and to hold him still, with an authoritative “Quit moving” then a crooning “Good boy.” You only kinda realised what you’d just done, as you were holding him by the neck, when Kurt was staring up at you, so awed, and eyes massive.

That was the point he suggested you two take a small break, turning off his camera for just five minutes to calm down. He knew if he asked for your help down there instead, he probably wouldn’t get the video done, or he’d by tearing up and washing your beautiful make up away. So he had to focus on his video, his work! He knew you were going to fuck him when he was all dolled up in his pretty make up anyway, so he was able to calm himself down well enough.

Whenever you lick your finger to get rid of smudged make up, it makes him go red every time. You just don’t want him to burn and melt off your masterpiece, before it’s even done. Swiping your licked thumb over the edge of his lips though, you should’ve known would’ve caused him to whine. Maybe with some slight audio editing skills, that clip can still be useable. You’re sure Kurt will love it, not only as shipping bait for his fans to make edits of and such, but to also show off you, getting your spit on his lips on purpose! He thought people would go wild.

It’s intimate in many ways. An act of love, as you share this skill with him, help him out, do something to him you do nearly every day yourself. He can feel what you feel, understand your thoughts behind it, how and why you do certain things. Intimate because he’s so close and touchy with you. Domestic yes, and in a ‘one of Kurt’s top love languages is physical touch for a multitude of reasons’ way. Also he tries not to think of your boobs, resting against him a lot. He doesn’t normally think about when they are, in every instance of a hug or close touch, simply since he’s so used to your touch by now, now you two are a couple. Which is just a normal thing, since you’re together! But when you’re there for ageeees, with your chest pressed against him for minutes and minutes at a time, because you’re focusing hard on his make up, the thought does pop into his mind.

But there’s also so much praise back at you! “B-baby you are so good at this. I don’t know how I’d remember all this stuff.” Trying to hold your free hand that you’re tying to pin him down with. Getting fidgety when you keep moving your hand away to hold him and get better angles. Although while he is whining a little because you keep taking your hand out of his! ...You do always place your hand right back on his body. So maybe swapping a hand hold, so you can pick up his chin between your thumb and forefinger, and start breathing down his neck, as you start his lip liner, is an okay compromise. He’ll still whimper, when his lips are free from your reign, since he doesn’t want to get menacingly stared down by you again (not right now anyway, that can be saved for later), and give you a “Thank you for helping me. You’re doing such a coo- good job. You really th- are the best girlfriend, ever.”

At least he gets to hold you back, the entire time. His hands are free! He can hold you however he wants, and you’re still so close to him! Chest to chest in some positions, while he can’t help but hug your waist, and try not to sway in happiness at the same time.

He tells all his viewers how skilled you are. How he sees you do your make up nearly every day, and how he always just likes watching you, being so proud of your skills. A fact that makes you blush, biting down on your own lipstick. Quickly followed up by Kurt, half smoothly, even with the cringy statement, telling you “You’re beautiful, with or without make up.” And even though it is cheesy, your laugh doesn’t change his lovestruck but serious face. So you just have to peck him anyway! You can’t mess up his lipstick though. Might as well give him another peck before you reapply it. Although Kurt asks, in a stammering suavey way, if it’s possible for you to just put lipstick on him by transferring it from your lips? Something that gets another laugh, and kiss, out of you.

But although Kurt doesn’t really care much about make up, outside of videos, he definitely wants you sometimes to just sit on his lap and use those blank brushes and sponges against his face. He likes the feeling, the peace, holding you close as you focus just so purely on him. And they really do feel kinda nice.

He might ask for funny face paint if he wants an excuse for the feeling, maybe he can do a scary prank video with zombie make up? Although you do warn him that’s not exactly your forte. And you do... lightly question if he thinks certain ‘scary pranks’ are the best idea. He still credits you as ‘make up artist’ in his videos with make up effects though, and in the description he links your socials. Which makes you smile because he didn’t tell you he was gonna do that, he clearly just thought of it. In a scenario where you’re happy for him to share them, of course.

Kurt gets a little more into experimenting though. Not his top priority, and not something he’s that much into, but he doesn’t mind being curious if something makes him tilt his head first. He’ll see guys with certain make up additions, and ask you to try it out on him. He might have you manicure his nails, and paint them clear, or one or two on each hand painted a certain colour, like a yellow or blue of his brand, but it’s not an everyday occurrence. (Especially if he’s constantly scrubbing blood out those fingernails what.)

Of course, Kurt would do any make up you’d like, on you too! You don’t ask a lot, but he enjoys painting your nails for you if you ask. And he’s giggling the entire time. Kicking his feet and chatting with you, as he gets to hold your hands, and carefully focuses. Doing such a good job and being such a good boyfriend, as he makes your nails look all pretty! Just like you asked of him!

He thinks the black eyeliner you do makes him look kinda cool, maybe he could’ve worn it to fit in with some of the punks in high school. Those guys were never that cruel or ignorant towards Kurt, compared to some others. He uses it for skits occasionally when he’s playing the badass, since that’s apparently how he sees them. But he always insists you do his make up for him, no matter what it is. Even if he has to put his video off for a day or two.

Even before the first time you did his make up, Kurt has half of your used lip balms in the pockets of his jacket that he always rewears, the glovebox of his car, on his person, etc. He likes using chapstick, he likes the way they make his lips feel, and the flavoured ones, but especially knowing you’ve used it. You do get kinda annoyed when you can never find them though. You gave Kurt one of yours when he mentioned his lips being dry (that was after kissing him, because you thought it was a flirty way of him asking), but you didn’t know he kept collecting them.

One thing is a definite, however. And that is you two will be recreating that picture. With you on top, of course.

[charonyx]

Appreciating Malleus and Falling into Fandom, One Step at a Time

Happy Birthday Malleus Draconia, love of my life!!!!

A little late into the night, but he likes strolling around at this time so it's fine! Ah, there is so much to say about Malleus that I can't think of it all at once. Maybe whenever I think of reasons why I love Malleus, I'll write it down and have a bit more coherency by his next birthday. For now I'll just thank him for even getting me to play the game.

I favored Riddle at first because I LOVE his aesthetic (still do) and I found Malleus kinda meh, like, I didn't understand why people were saying he looked hot, he looked kinda okay to me (well, the art of him rising out of the coffin is PRETTY FIRE). Anyway, after watching up to Chapter 4 on YouTube through ShellBB's translations, I started falling for him bit by bit.

It started with him showing up in 2-14 (COUGH COUGH OKAY MALLEUS I SEE YOUUUUUUU) which I found pleasantly surprising. I thought we weren't going to interact with him until his chapter, but this was cool. Then he shows up again in Octavinelle, giving an absolutely PRECIOUS laugh when we call him "Tsunotaro". His ease in letting us call him a silly nickname is so endearing, and then he gives semi-advice? on how to handle the Octavinelle boys. Once we get back the house, he is glad we were able to keep it by being glad it won't be rowdy, showing that he's already feeling a little fond of us, the first person from outside of his bubble, being daring in his eyes to even approach him with no regard of his status or power. Accepting a fun nickname because that sounds like such a normal close friend thing to do, and he craves that closeness with someone, anyone.

After that, Scarabia chapter comes and goes with many emotional moments that I adore and, coming back to our dorm with relief at sleeping under this dilapidated yet comforting building, we are greeted with Lilia, bestowing upon us a holiday card. From Malleus. When I tell you my heart stopped for a bit and dropped to my stomach. Because, right then and there, I realized "Oh no. I REALLY like this man". Going to Ramshackle for his nightly strolls, he noticed we weren't there and had maybe wanted to wish us Happy Holidays or do something that friends would normally do. So, he decided on a holiday card, asking Lilia, his basically father, to pass by Ramshackle dorm and give it to his human friend. He truly treasures this recently born friendship and wanted us to have something from him, something simple yet heartfelt. Y'all, personal cards are great.

So, taking into account that it was December of 2020, his first birthday card was the next month and I was really invested in the story, characters and world I made a gamble. IF when his birthday rolled around, and I got him in my first 10 pull, then I would continue playing the game and follow the story. If I didn't, then I'd uninstall the game and continue following the story through translations like most other games that had caught my interest. I don't know why I placed this on myself, but, Malleus being the sweet and generous man he is came in my first 10 pull. And I continued playing which got me into fandom proper for the first time. I always felt with stuff I liked, I was an outsider looking on from a distance. Appreciating the love fans had for the same game, but never really interacting or feeling part of it. Until Twisted Wonderland hit me over the head with a brick, pushed me into a deep well and threw a Malleus down as I was tentatively trying to climb back up.

Interacting with the fandom, following Twisted Wonderland art, getting excited with people over new events, ABEMA livestreams, gushing over favorite characters, and just truly getting the sensation of feeling a fandom have a live, beating heart.

I love it. And I love Malleus Draconia who is an imperfect perfect being that led me to this wonderful journey that is etched into my heart forever.

As an end, I'll recommend this amazing song composed by Cafune Piano, an amazing pianist who has made birthday songs for each character that is an experience to listen to. Please check them out! (Fair warning, some music is from Chapter 7 that has yet to appear on the English server and spoilery character sprites)

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

The Tory Prom Parable: A Fix-It Fic in Polls: Part 4

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Part 2: link

Part 3: link

Previously, on the Tory Prom Parable...

You and Robby Keene crashed the West Valley High junior prom with the sole intention of pissing off your lame exes, Miguel Diaz and Samantha LaRusso. It works like a charm! They catch sight of you walking in in a power stance, and they are in fact pissed off immediately.

But there's been a snag in your carefully-crafted plan--you forgot to account for the fact you exist in a fix-it fic, so unlike the absolute trainwreck that was 4x08, Sam and Miguel will actually be acting in-character here. Which means, of course, that they immediately got the fuck out of there, considering...you know. Y'all traumatized them terribly that one time and all that jazz.

You are faced with the decision of how to proceed with your targets gone...

You decide your best move is to use the age-old wisdom "If it sucks, hit da bricks!!!" And indeed, this dance does suck balls and much battery and aggravated assault will be committed against building materials on this fine night.

"You want to get out of here?" you ask Robby. "I mean...our exes aren't even here, and prom is a stupid performative rich kid thing anyways."

His eyes light up with such unfiltered excitement that it's actually kind of cute.

Robby Keene also has pretty eyes. Not that you'd ever tell him that, no sir. You told Miguel Diaz he had pretty eyes once, and look how that turned out.

"My thoughts exactly, Tor," Robby says. "To hell with this place."

Tor?! That's kind of...

No. No, bad Tory. We're not doing this song and dance again. Dating is for schmucks who inevitably get ditched for rich kids with trust funds and whatever-the-fuck-else.

This havoc-causing night is strictly professional, and you know it.

On the way out you pass Hawk and Demetri on the dance floor, jokingly waltzing to some ballad.

At least...you think they're jokingly waltzing. They're eye-fucking the crap out of each other, which is pretty damn weird.

You wonder if perhaps it's no accident that Demetri's wedgie-receiving and also weirdly hot girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

Well, no matter.

You ram your shoulder into Demetri as you pass, making him spill punch on his stupid pac-man suit. Get fucked, nerd.

"Hey, what the fuck was that?!" Hawk shrieks after you. "Come back here! I'll beat your ass!"

"Was that Tory Nichols?" you hear Demetri say, in a tone a frightened rabbit might use if prey animals could talk. Good.

You're unconcerned. Hawk is all bark and no bite. He wouldn't have even snapped that pussy Demetri's arm if you and the Cobras hadn't been cheering him on. Take away the best of his team, and Hawk is just a weirdo with a back tattoo and a mediocre punch at best.

"What a couple of suckers," you say to Robby.

To your surprise, he frowns a little bit.

"Demetri's alright," he says. "We were in Miyagi-Do together. He's not all that annoying once you get to know him a bit."

You stop just before the back door, feeling a sudden rush of anger.

"Hey! Who never once emailed you in juvie? Who was all too happy to boot you out of his life as soon as you accidentally hurt Precious Golden Boy Miguel Diaz? Face it, Robby--he chose the aggro asshole who kissed your girlfriend and the guy who broke his own arm over you when you were nothing but a good friend to him."

Robby hesitates.

"I don't know if I was--"

"You protected that loser nerd at the mall. And again at that party. And what'd you get in return? He ghosted you and went crawling back to the same asshole buddies he joined Miyagi-Do to learn how to fight. He only hung out with you so he wouldn't be alone! Kid was all too happy to ditch you when he got back the friends he liked better. For god's sake, have a little self-respect!"

It's strange. You know these stories because you heard them from the other side--Hawk's bitching, mostly--but they're painted in a much different light when she thinks about them from Robby's point of view. He really did do everything he could to protect a naive idiot who refused to stop prodding at one of Cobra Kai's most dangerous fighters.

Demetri hardly deserves that kind of safety net.

You realize too late that you're crying. The anger has grown too raw for you to care.

Because you know what it's like. Always being second-best in someone's heart, no matter how hard you try. Getting fucked over by people you trusted with your greatest vulnerabilities. Fair-weather friends who act like they get you--who act like they care--and then vanish into the wind as soon as your uglier side pokes out.

Aisha Robinson. Miguel Diaz. Hawk Moskowitz. All the friends you've made and lost, moving schools and having new people drawn to your energy only to run when the teeth and claws come out.

Pussies, all of them. But it still hurts.

Robby is silent for some time, just looking at you in surprise. He clearly didn't expect for you to feel so strongly about some nerd in a lame pac-man suit.

Some realization seems to dawn in those nice green eyes of his. "I guess you're right," he says quietly. "I hadn't thought of it like that."

"I know the feeling." You smile weakly, suddenly not caring if you're showing a little vulnerability. "People abandoning you. Giving up on you after one mistake. If there's one thing I've learned, it's just...you have to leave them behind. You have to move on. It hurts, but they're not worth shit if you care more than they do."

"Yeah." Robby nods slowly.

He glances back to where Demetri is still on the dance floor, frantically wiping down his suit with wet napkins. He's probably making the stain worse.

"Actually, you know what?" Robby curls his lip. "Fuck him. He's a whiny bitch of a fake friend."

"Yeah!" Before you can stop yourself, you're genuinely beaming and playfully punching Robby in the shoulder. "That's the spirit! We can do better than those losers, and you know it. You'll wipe the floor with both of them at the tournament, anyways."

That seems to cheer Robby up.

He doesn't strike you as the type of guy who's gotten a lot of unconditional support in his life. You'd be happy to be the first to provide it.

Both of you scurry out the back of the prom venue and find where you parked the car. There's a bright red slip of paper tucked under a windshield wiper. You pull it out and rip it to smithereens, throwing it up so it rains down like confetti because, once again, fuck the police.

"So." You lean suavely against the side of the car, wiggling your eyebrows fake-flirtily (it's only fake flirting, you swear). "Seems like the night is ours, Keene. Guess we should make good use of it."

"Guess we should."

[chidoroki]

Hell’s Paradise EP4

aka: pretty people playing tricks on my heart..and winning.

Wasn’t expecting to get some Tamiya backstory, but he’s certainly got a temper of he was sent here all because he destroyed the gate of some powerful clan’s home and was then sentenced him to death.

Ohh we get to learn asaemon’s ranks now and Fuchi is number 9. I remember what’s his face said last time Sagiri was the lowest as well.

Fuchi made Tamiya feel fear for just a split second. His blade also has a little curve to the end of it? Hilarious how Tamiya just casually uses it to cut the rope binding his hands.

Oh, weird, this creepy fish has long, stretchy arms and freaky tentacle things on its back.

Ah, that’s right. We’ve seen so much blood already but never from Gabimaru yet. Thanks to Sagiri for pointing out that he can indeed get hurt since he’s been tanking hits this whole time so far.

All these huge monsters surrounding them and Gabimaru still cuts them down with no issue.

Aw, look at him saving Sagiri.

Ah ha! I knew Yuzuriha couldn’t have been dead! But I don’t recognize that other asaemon with her. Senta yes but I guess the other guy was the monitor of the fool Yuzuriha killed? Maybe?

Pfftt Gabimaru looked so bothered to say thank you.

“You can’t seduce me.” Good effort Yuzuriha, but this man is so loyal to his wife.

Genji, yeah, he was watching over that Makiya guy til he got killed. But now he’s gonna watch over Yuzuriha too because of her tricks? Dude you can easily go home ya know?

“Women have always been Genji-dono’s weakness.” Oh so that’s why he’s staying. Totally fair. She’s impressive.

Senta is ranked 5 and Genji is 8th, but we still dunno Sagiri’s. I dunno which way this ranking is going either.. like is high better or lower in this case?

Oh damn! That’s a hella of a swift move to get our man on top of you like that!

All the information she got from betraying Makiya is impressive. And in such a short amount of time too.

OH! Senta has the same va as Midoriya! That fits, they both got books of helpful hints.

“Do I need a reason to want to survive? Some deep personal motivation? I’ve got nothing like that. Do I need a reason to make it back home alive? I don’t want to die while I’m still so young. That’s all.” And that’s all I need to hear to make me attached to you.

Ya gotta give up on trying to hug Gabimaru sweetie, he’s only gonna twist your arm each time.

Uh Sagiri? You feeling alright hun? What happen to have you collapse so suddenly? Was it this weird fog that’s rolling in?

TOMA! Finally! Only reason I’m excited is because he and Alain share a va. But he is also real pretty!

Hold up! I didn’t know him and Chobei were brothers?? Oh my god.. and he became an asaemon (in one damn month might I add!) to help him? Precious! What a good boy!

“I endured a month of torture at their hands.” “And now you’re more handsome than ever.” God I’m really falling in love with everyone this episode huh?

Oh wow, to get kidnapped by bandits then befriend and control them all? Chobei is a little mastermind.

Oi! Chobei! I swear you better go back and rescue your brother!

Or Toma can save himself. That works just as well. But Chobei did come back for him still! All he needed was a better weapon.

“I’m my own god.” Bro I knew Chobei was gonna be a beast and I love him dearly.

I know we caught glimpses of what other teams are doing but I’m too speechless by these two beautiful men to care right now..?

[finniestoncrane]

I would like to hear your headcannons on any of the riddlers (or all of them, if you're up for it) reacting to his s/o keeping a virtual pet, like a tamagotchi, and naming it after him. Does he think it's cringe or cute? (I'm having massive period cramps, so I need something silly)

Riddlers Co-Parenting Tamagotchis

Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: good god i had a rough day today and this is exactly the kind of thing that made me feel so much better thinking about so i pushed it up the queue, ty ty ty ty request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: urm this has capullo in it so there's obviously sleaze and suggestive content but other than that sfw

Arkham

ok so i have put this somewhere before, but i headcanon that he has a tamagotchi that he has kept alive and well since the 90s, and it's called Bruiser, and he loves it with all of his heart. so you KNOW he would love yours too. you can definitely trust him to take care of it when you're gone and take the duty of care very seriously. they're basically tiny computer pets, kinda like his robots, so what's not to love? and what's silly about it? god help anyone who mocks him for bringing out bruiser in the middle of his schemes and now, he'll also go toe to toe to defend you and your tamagotchi's honour too

Dano

"what's that?" *wide eyed wonder* "please can i play with it? oh my god you trust me with your little...thingy? it's for US!?" 🥺 this man would lose his damn mind if you produced a little tamagotchi and told him to help you name it. he's gonna spend hours researching themes and names. he never got to do flour sack babies at school so this is his first shot at looking after something. he says you're going to be a great parent, and he's excited to be a dad and you think he's joking but he is getting up regularly in the middle of the night to check on it so...he might be very emotionally attached very quick. also you're pretty sure you very explicitly said it's made of plastic, but he sits it on a little pillow anyway just in case

Young Justice

"this is stupid and childish and oh god wait what did you just do? you fed it? it eats? that's kinda cute. can i have a go?" aaaaaand good luck getting it back. that's his now. he needs something helpless to depend on him, it makes him feel genuinely useful. but you'll still have to sneakily look after it to make sure it doesn't die because that might destroy eddie. he's a big fan of video games, a very cute boy, he'd freakin' love it if you liked the same kind of thing as him. he'd definitely buy you more, all the cute little limited edition styles and stuff. your babies are his babies now

Gotham

the disappointment when he finds out it's not a remote activation for a bomb is immeasurable. but when you explain what it is he's kind of on board. "does it have a beak, we're naming it oswald. and can they die?" ok so maybe try only let him near one that's not too 'penguiny'. look he kept solomon grundy alive, you can trust him to help you keep a tamagotchi alive. he thinks you're cute for investing your time in something so completely innocuous. it's adorable! although if you ever wanted to put it down and pay attention to him and his schemes that might also be nice

Capullo

this is dumb and you are dumb. you sure it's not one of those...vibrating egg things...? if you want something to play with, he could think of something better for you to fiddle around with. "oh come on!" ok so fine show him then, hurry up. urgh, the stress of handing it to him, he's just clicking all the little buttons, dangling it in front of you, and teasing you about it. he's so mean, but he will insist that you name it lil ed after him, because god forbid something else take away your precious attention that should be on him

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Things the MC would bring back to their demon bois from the mortal realm:

Lucifer:

MC goes to second hand stores and vintage shops always on the look out for vinyl records that they think Lucifer would like.

Most of the time they try and bring back stuff he'd actually like, such as Tchaikovsky or Vivaldi

Once, they brought back Stravinsky's Firebird Suite and Lucifer wouldn't stop kissing them (once they were in the privacy of his room of course)

Sometimes the MC will bring back more modern music just because it makes them think of him

"I dunno, I just listen to Hozier and think of you"

Lucifer doesn't like all the modern music they bring back but he appreciates the sentiment just the same

Then there's the gag gifts...

Any kind of music that has a reference to the devil or Satan or hell is fair game

These gifts usually elicit an eye roll from the eldest brother but he keeps them all the same

This is why Lucifer owns a copy of "The Devil Went Down To Georgia"

So when MC brings back a copy of Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G minor, they're a little surprised at Lucifer's delighted reaction

"You know, I was the one who visited Tartini in his dreams."

MC's mind = blown.

"Also, this copy is cursed. I know you know how much I enjoy cursed vinyls."

"I- wait... What?!"

MC is very upset that they had a cursed vinyl in their possession this whole time

Mammon:

This boy loves stuff, and he loves MC, so he's gonna love any gift really

But MC knows he loves treasure and jewels and as much as they'd love to just bring him back nice watches and jewelery...

MONEY IS A THING, AND MC IS NOT MADE OF IT.

So MC settles for semi-precious stones instead

They always find fun and beautiful stones at museums and those metaphysical stores and they always pick out one that reminds them of Mammon

They're really nervous when they give him his first gift

"Hey, I got this for you and I know it's not fancy or expensive but I saw it and thought of you and I just wanted you to have it."

Mammon will love them until they die. He is really just so touched that MC thought of him. He'll try and play it cool though

He totally fails. MC won't tell him that though

MC brings him Lapis Lazuli and tells him it reminded them of his eyes and Mammon is now a puddle of lovesick goo on the floor

Mammon puts more shelves in his room dedicated to all the gifts MC gives him

One time MC brings him back some fool's gold in a teeny little jar on a chain, so that he can wear it

"Fool's gold? Why cuz I'm a fool?" Mammon asks with a roll of his eyes.

"What? No, cuz I'm a fool for you."

Mammon only love MC until they die? WRONG.

He's gonna love them forever now

He was gonna do that anyways

Leviathan:

C'mon, this boy is easy. Anime/manga stuff and TSL. Need I say more?

At first he'll be suspicious of MC wanting to give him gifts, but once they've convinced him that they're doing it out of the kindness of their heart he's really touched

The first thing the MC brings him is a pen with a little Ruri-Chan on the end of it

"I know it's not much, but I just happened to see it and I knew you'd like it"

Like it??????

HE LOVES IT! HE'S OVER THE GODDAMM MOON.

He's never seen anything like this in the Devildom and he doesn't think about the small stuff usually because he's too busy trying to get the big collectors edition items. So he actually really loves this.

MC continues to bring him cute small stuff like buttons and keychains and Levi loves them all.

His favorite item(s) that MC brought him is a pair of Lord of Shadows and Henry BFF enamel pins

He definitely tackle hugged MC when he got them

He gives the Lord of Shadows pin back to MC so they can each have one and show off their BFF status with them

Satan:

MC loves going to second-hand bookstores to shop for Satan.

Satan also appreciates new books, but there's something special about how his face lights up when he finds something old or rare. Anything with a little bit of history to it.

Of course, finding rare books for not a lot of money is a rare event in itself

So a safe bet is to bring Satan non-fiction, the boy loves to learn

But he really loves it when MC puts thought into finding fiction books that he would like

"I just really feel like you'd like Dean Koontz so I brought you one of my favorites by him."

Satan loves those gifts the most because he can talk to MC about the books afterwards

Satan's absolute favourite gift is a leather bound copy of Arabian Nights though

"I was thinking we could read this one together"

"Like you read it to me and pretend to be Scheherazade?" Satan suggests.

MC is flustered at the connotation of the suggestion but agrees anyways

The time they spend together reading that story will forever be one of Satan's favorite memories

Asmodeus:

He's a little harder to shop for than the MC had originally imagined

They tried bringing him make-up and skin care, which Asmo always graciously accepted, but he never seemed super excited about the gifts

But what else is to be expected from the guy who already uses only the best products?

MC suddenly gets an idea when they send Asmo a selfie of them at the park

- OMG! You're so cute! And the background is pretty too!-

MC starts dressing up and going to nice and beautiful places just with the intention of taking pictures

Botanical Gardens, museums, downtown skylines, anything that would make for a good picture

MC goes full on aesthetic art hoe just for Asmo

Only the best pictures get sent to Asmo

Asmo is LIVING for the looks their MC is serving up

- You are absolutely STUNNING! I'm in awe at these AMAZING pictures-

MC makes a scrapbook of the best pictures to give to Asmo the next time they see him

Asmo loves it and keeps it on display in his room always

Also, Asmo definitely makes MC their personal photographer after seeing the wonderful shots they took

Beelzebub:

Obviously, the boy loves food. He's always down to try new snacks from the mortal realm.

But MC wonders if there's something better that they could bring him

One day MC is at GNC for supplements for themself when they notice the workout supplements and get an idea

They grab some fun flavored protein powder and some BCAAs and a really nice shaker bottle just for Beel

Beel is actually really excited to get these gifts!

The Devildom doesn't have fun flavors of protein powder and the shaker bottle is such a great idea!

MC always brings new flavors of protein back for Beel, doing their best to find the weirdest flavors for him to try

Beel's favorite is definitely Birthday Cake.

MC starts bringing him new stuff to try too, protein bars, recovery supplements, collagen, and superfoods shakes

Beel tries everything and tells MC what their favorites are

"I love the BCAAs, I just wish the Devildom had them..." *sad Beel noises*

MC may or may not talk to Diavolo about researching BCAAs and getting them produced and sold in the Devildom

The supplements MC brings actually help Beel with his workouts and to control his hunger (a little)

Beel actually gets hotter??? Who knew that was possible???

MC definitely takes advantage of Beel's new 8-pack 😏😏😏

Belphegor:

What do you get the boy who only wants to sleep?

MC has gotten him stuffed animals and blankets and even a couple of nice pillows, but nothing seems to excite him

... but maybe that's just his personality??

It's not until MC accidentally leaves a sweater in the Devildom, that they figure it out

- You left your sweater down here- Belphie texts MC.

- Oh no, I'll just get when I come to visit y'all again-

- That's fine. I like having something that smells like you-

And the light bulb went off in MC's head.

Every time MC goes to visit they leave a shirt or sweater behind for Belphie, so that he can have something that smells like them.

Belphie loves how MC smells, its like a sweet dream all the time. It helps him sleep better when they're gone.

Belphie starts to complain when MC is gone longer than the item they left smells like them

(Which is every time)

So MC will start leaving Belphie more than one item, packing them in airtight bags so he can use them one after another until they return

Belphie can and will fight anyone who tries to take MC's clothing

"Mammon, you have two seconds to put that sweater back or I will kill you."

And Lucifer probably won't stop him

Diavolo:

He's honestly the easiest to please.

He's so fascinated with any thing that humans do that he'll enjoy any gift from the human world.

MC's first gift to him is a rubber duck.

"The duck is wearing a crown so it made me think of you and I just thought it was cute."

"I love it! What's its purpose?"

"Uh... to float around in the bathtub with you and look cute?"

"Isn't that what you're for?"

Diavolo loves the rubber duck so much it gets his own silk pillow to rest on when it's not taking a bath with Diavolo.

MC brings him cute pens, and keychains sometimes bottles of wine if the bottle is cute.

"The bottle is shaped like a cat! Isn't that delightful?!"

MC's proudest moment was when they found a full and intact tea set at the thrift store

Diavolo immediately fell in love with it.

He insists on only using that set when having tea with MC

But his favorite gift will always be the rubber duck.

Barbatos:

He'll insist that he doesn't need any gifts but that won't stop the MC.

MC is with him in the kitchen in the Demon Lord's Palace when they get an idea.

KITCHEN TOYS.

Barbatos works so hard, he deserves some things to make his life easier and liven up the bland kitchen

MC's first gift is a vegetable spiralizer.

"You use it to turn zucchini and squash and the like into noodles so that you can do fun stuff with vegetables!"

Barbatos accepts it graciously, but he'll probably never use it.

MC brings him spices from the mortal realm and Barbatos actually really loves those.

When MC brings him a food processor, he offers to cook for them right then and there

Despite all the weird gadgets MC ends up bringing him, and there are plenty out there, Barbatos's favorite is a ladle that looks like a stegosaurus.

It's far more whimsical than anything he would've ever picked out, and he'll never use it, but only because he's afraid of ruining it, not because he doesn't love it.

At some point, Barbatos does ask MC to stop bringing him kitchen gadgets

"Why? Do you not like them?" MC asks with a pout.

"I appreciate all of them, but I have everything I need when you're in the kitchen with me."

If MC wasn't already in love with him they are now

Smooth bastard just doesn't want anymore shit in his kitchen

[crimsonkenjii-writes]

heyy it's the giyuu simp hiding in your request box ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ mind if i sneak in another request :> just gonna slide this with a belated valentines day card

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may i request a giyuu x reader headcanons? where its just giyuu and the reader living a peacefull and happy life with their kids, just fluff of how their every day life goes and giyuu with his kids :D maybe even some headcanons of the other pillars meeting the kids and his s/o (feel free to change the idea ofcc i don't mind if you write it at all (~^.^)~)

Hello fellow Giyuu simp lolol

This sounds really cute! Of course I’ll write it! ʕ◡ᴥ◡ʔ♡

This turned out to be very long haha hope you don’t mind :)

Giyuu x Fem!Reader with Kids!! ♡

AU: Life Without Demons

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Giyuu was the first to ask for kids. It was a shock since you’d figure he’d be too nervous and insecure to think he’d be able to be a father. But he loves you too much to not have children with you. He just can’t picture his life without you and both of your guys’ children in his future.

“Y/N...” he approaches you timidly, “I have um something to ask you...” he kept fidgeting with his hands and struggled making eye contact. His cheeks starting to burn. “What is it, Giyuu??” He sat there a bit, his brows knitted together as if he’d trying to figure out how to compile his sentence. “Let’s have children!” He finally bursts out boldly. You were taken back for a second but smiled wide and hugged him, agreeing with all of your heart.

Giyuu didn’t want too many kids. He only wanted about two children. (Maybe three children he’s thinking on it 👀) And that’s what you both had. One boy and one girl. The boy took more of your looks but also had a good mix of Giyuu as well. He ended up taking his eyes and messy hair but had your hair color and overall facial features. The girl was a very good mix between the two of you. The boy was the eldest child.

Giyuu was the type of parent to spoil his children a lot. You often had to stop him because it got hard for him to say no to them a lot of the times. But when it came down to it, he knew when to be strict and stand his ground. Like if one of your children throws a tantrum for not getting the toy they want, Giyuu would have a stern tak with them about how they need to learn the importance of being told “no” and to handle it like a “big boy/girl”

Giyuu would also do whatever it takes to help you with anything around the house or with the kids. He’d also do anything to spend as much time with his children as possible.

Giyuu also secretly loved it when his kids would get nightmares and ask to sleep with the both of you. He really loved sleeping next to his family and would often invite the kids into the futon even if they didn’t have a nightmare that night. They’d always get really excited and join without hesitation. He also LOVES holding their hands. He loves how tiny and soft they are in his large, calloused ones. He also really loved having them ride on his shoulders

When it came down to being the good cop bad cop, you both had an equal share between it. I can see Giyuu being pretty strict but not to the point where it’s suffocating. He’d still take extra precautions to make sure his kids are safe and don’t get into trouble. He also tries to come to complete understandings with his children when they’re in disagreements with him. He’d sit and talk with them and make sure they don’t feel invalidated or hurt. Sometimes though, he’ll have to put his foot down and tell his children to listen to them and not question his thinking. He’ll often try to come back to them later and explain again.

Kamboko Squad and Pillars’ Reactions to First Born (and general interactions with kids)

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When the news got out to everyone that you both were expecting children, they were all so very excited.

You were a few weeks pregnant and Tanjirou (and the rest of the squad) came by to visit and he was able to smell it off you. You were a little shocked how he was able to notice until he explained how his mom smelled a certain way when pregnant with his siblings. Then it made a bit more sense. Kind of.

Poor little boy teared up because of how happy he was for the both of you. He was so happy to see Giyuu with the love of his life and now starting a family. Inosuke got all those fluffy things around his head. He was very soft and gentle around you and it was really cute. Sometimes he’d just stare at your bloated stomach and it seemed like he was having a psychic conversation with the baby lolol.

Nezuko was very excited to meet the new baby and couldn’t wait nine months! Zenitsu was really happy for the both of you and it really warmed his heart to hear the baby’s heartbeat. He also got very scared for you because he heard that giving birth if very painful and he’d never want to go through something like that either.

They all saw your kids as their own little siblings, especially Tanjirou. Tanjirou is very good with kids so they ended up liking Tanjirou a lot and would often beg you to let him visit more often so they could play with him. Nezuko also saw them and her own siblings and would always volunteer to knit/fix their haoris if they ever got damaged. She always brought snacks (usually toasted rice crackers) for the kids when she visited. She also helped with cooking dinner when she visited.

Zenitsu loved playing with them. Until one day your son found a worm and showed it to Zenitsu and he freaked out and thought it was a snake for a second. He started to become more wary of your son from then on.

Inosuke shared his boar mask with them and would let them ride on his back as he ran around. He also visited one day with a nicely wrapped box (wrapped by Tanjirou) and gifted it to your kids. You and Giyuu were very confused to see that it only had acorns in there.

You had Shinobu do regular check ups with you to make sure the pregnancy was going well. Despite her constant teasing, she actually told Giyuu how happy she was for him. This really warmed his heart and he couldn’t thank Shinobu enough for all her help. She helped with both the pregnancies/deliveries

Mitsuri was so so SO excited to meet the new babies!! She seemed more excited than you and Giyuu! She loves babies and thinks they’re really cute. And the fact that it’s going to be yours and Giyuu’s baby??? Geez, that just makes it 10x more adorable!! She really really wanted to be the first friend to hold the baby so you granted her wish. She was crying so much, she was so happy.

The baby’s cheeks became very red from how much Mitsuri pinched them. She nicknamed him her “Little Mochi” because of his squishy cheeks. (and she nicknamed your girl her “Little Sakura”)

Obanai kept trying to deny how happy and excited he was. “Hmph! I don’t do babies. Not at all.” But then he saw its cute, little chubby cheeks and couldn’t resist. He then vowed to be the greatest uncle to your baby boy (and girl once she visited the world)

Kyojuro was really excited to meet the baby too. His booming voice scared the baby and made him cry so Kyo learned to be more quiet around him. He was so nervous holding the baby but then got more use to it and didn’t want to hand him back. He wanted to hold on to the little boy forever!!

Muichiro was mostly dazed out but waved his finger in front of him and your little baby boy held onto him. Muichiro got very happy. “Y/N, Y/N! Look! He’s- he’s holding on to me!!” You’ve never seen him smile so wide. He’d often visit and be like, “Can I play with him today? I’ve missed him.” And he’d play with him for hours! He was the same with your little girl as well once she came around.

Sanemi kept trying to act all tough. “No! I don’t care about kids! Least of all babies! I couldn’t care less about Tomioka’s stupid ba-“ his eyes widened when he saw the baby. Then you saw the most softest smile on his face for the first time. He hugged the baby tight to him and didn’t let go or move for a while. He might or might not have teared up. But you swore with him that you saw nothing 👀 He’d make plenty of ohagi for the kids and make some extra for you and Giyuu. Giyuu was very happy to see Sanemi opening up a bit more and glad he became better friends with him as well.

“Tch, don’t get too comfortable, Tomioka. I’m only here for my niece, nephew and Y/N.” He was teasing he loved Giyuu too.

Tengen and his wives were all over the baby! His wives loved the baby so so so much!! They even planned out a baby shower for you when they heard the news so a lot of your baby stuff came from them! Once he finally joined the world, all of them teared up from joy. They all took turns holding the baby, playing with him, bouncing him on their laps. Tengen said that if you or Giyuu ever needed help, him and his wives were right there anytime.

The wives loved playing with your daughter! They’d often do her hair and make it really pretty. They’d also often spoil her with new pretty kimonos and hairpins and always said, “Once she gets older, we’ll always have girls nights out! Do all kind of girl talks and girl things! It’ll be so much fun!!”

Tengen got the baby a whole bunch of shiny jewelry and was like, “Ha! Now your baby boy shall be flamboyant! Even more flamboyant than he was before!!” He also secretly found it extremely adorable how he looked like a little baby Giyuu at first. Then he grew to have more of your facial features and it just made it even cuter for Tengen. He had a little soft spot for your daughter because he thought having a daughter would be very precious so he’d literally do anything for her (and would protect her with his life)

Gyomei was SO happy!!! He of course teared up too and was very very gentle with him. It was kind of cute seeing such a large man hold such a tiny little human. It’s like he could fit them each in one palm. He was one of your go to nanny’s and he’d always wear a pink apron when looking over the kids. He’d spoil them with lots of baked sweets. Everytime he visited, he always had a new beaded necklace to gift them. They ended getting too many and he stopped at one point. But he still gave them one on their birthdays

Shinobu found babies/kids a bit icky since they do have many bodily fluids they can’t control and sometimes don’t wash their hands but she still did normal check ups with them and was very good with them. She’d often visit with some new toys for the kids. She even got your daughter and little butterfly clip. Your son felt left out so she got him one too. For a while both your kids refered to her as the “Butterfly Lollipop Lady” since she gave them lollipops after every doctor visit. She’d just smile chillingly at Giyuu and say, “Tomioka-San, I figured you’d at least teach them my name after all I’ve done for you and your wife.” She was just teasing, she secretly loved her nickname

Shinobu also really loved listening to the baby’s heartbeat through a stethoscope. She also loved putting her hand on your belly and often talked to the baby. She’ll never admit to anyone else but she really enjoyed doing these things with both your pregnancies