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poomphuripan · 6 months ago
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MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.06
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napping-sapphic · 5 days ago
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i’m a horrible influence btw because i would drag you into bed and do absolutely everything in my power to keep you there for as long as possible
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lovesickeros · 10 months ago
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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k
ARLECCHINO
Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.
She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.
They weren't making it easy, however.
Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.
Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.
Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.
All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.
"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."
Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.
Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.
NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.
Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.
He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.
Now a masquerade.
He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.
So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.
Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.
No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.
Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?
He dares not ponder.
Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.
"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.
"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..
He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.
He had waited too long.
No longer.
FURINA
Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.
But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..
They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.
Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.
They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.
But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.
Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.
She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.
Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.
But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.
"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.
Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.
Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.
She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.
"But if you want to make it up to me.."
#genshin impact#genshin impact yandere#genshin yandere#neuvillette x reader#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#arlecchino x reader#yandere arlecchino#yandere arlecchino x reader#furina x reader#yandere furina#yandere furina x reader#fic tag#pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic#aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage#esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy#not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing#furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley#vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down#its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf#no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet#anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you#and make you owe her#two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye#also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay
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taknyanz · 3 months ago
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aaand some clay doggies. had no idea what to do for the background so we have the grey void
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setevulpo · 5 months ago
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feeling very green and yellow light in this dungeon tonight
angústia, florbela espanca (translated by me)
interview with the vampire, s02e05: "don't be afraid, just start the tape"
i lock you in an american sonnet that is part prison, terrance hayes
island of the sequined love nun, christopher moore
beautiful short loser, ocean vuong
kinnporsche, s01e11
red doc>, anne carson
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uncanny-tranny · 1 year ago
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Every time I try to "tough out" my pain, I always imagine a group of scientists with the saddest expressions on their faces because they invented a way to help my suffering and I refused to use it because I didn't feel "worthy enough" and I always feel so guilty and grateful for their effort and sacrifices
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catgirlkirigiri · 10 months ago
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I told you it wouldn’t just be satosugu next time I posted jjk furries. This time there are even more gay people :)
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mushiewrites · 1 year ago
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Wilbur's Visit
day 5 everyone! I had like 12 different ideas for today, but none of them happened and I suddenly got a fever and everything very quickly went downhill :D BUT, I'm fine, I managed to write a cute lil fic with some georgebur <3 and post before midnight, which I guess is something! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! (also, remember to use the # "mushies lee!George week" if you participate! thank u!)
day 5 - thighs / prompts found here!
(lee!George / ler!Wilbur / ler!Dream : 1.1K words)
“Your garden is huge!” 
“It’s called a yard here in America, Wilbur.”
“Okay, your yard is huge!” He adjusted his wording, using the heaviest American accent he could muster up. George rolled his eyes with a fake huff as he looked up at his friend with a wide smile.
The two British boys stood next to each other outside in the back of the Dream Team home, Wilbur having visited due to Lovejoy having a show somewhere in Orlando. Dream and Sapnap had run out to pick up food for the four of them while the rest of the band had opted to get some much needed rest in their hotel rooms before their show tomorrow. 
“It is! Almost as massive as- HEY! Whahahat?! Wilbur!” George was in the middle of making some idiotic joke, turning away from the taller boy to admire the expanse of his backyard when suddenly Wilbur was in front of him, crouching down and quickly standing up with a very confused George clinging to his back. 
“Tradition, Gogs!” Wilbur exclaimed, adjusting his grip under George’s thighs as he spoke to make sure he wouldn’t slip off of his back during the spontaneous piggyback ride he had decided to give the brunette. Wilbur squeezed at George’s thighs, on the sensitive flesh above the back of his knee, causing the smaller boy to kick out with a yelp. 
Wilbur tilted his head to the side so he could see George, realizing quickly that he was just as surprised as Wilbur was at the reaction he had. He curled his fingers a few times and watched as the younger boy’s face twisted into a huge smile, a few more squeaks escaping and confirming what he had suspected all along - George was ticklish.
“What was tha-“
“Don’t.” 
The elder giggled at George’s response, bouncing him a little on his back to make him squeal a few times, making sure to squeeze his hands up the bottom of George’s thighs as he did so.
The reaction was instantaneous. George was giggling like mad, kicking as much as he could as he buried his face into the back of Wilbur’s neck in an attempt to muffle his laughter. This caused Wilbur to start giggling as well, tilting his head to block the sensitive skin on his neck that George was now inadvertently tickling. 
“Stahap, you’re ti-! Y-You’re- ….just stohohop!” George exclaimed as Wilbur continued to squeeze, focusing on a spot towards his upper thighs that seemed to make the younger boy shriek every time he danced his fingers gently over it. George made a move to squirm out of the grasp, but to his surprise Wilbur started sprinting across the yard, cackling wildly when George screamed. 
“I’m what, Gogy? Tickling you?” He flashed George a smile over his shoulder, chuckling when he watched George’s face turn a bright red.
“Whahahahat?! Nohoho! Stohohop, plehehease! Wilbur!” 
“Noho can do! You were trying to escape my tickles! That’s extremely rude, don’t you think?” Wilbur spoke, bouncing George again to readjust his grip on the smaller boy. He moved his grasp towards George’s inner thighs this time, pushing in with his fingers a few times with a little more pressure and breaking out into giggles as George shrieked and attempted to climb off of him again. 
“Look! You’re doing it again!” Wilbur yelled before taking off once more across the yard, ending up next to the lounge chairs near the back door of the house. “Looks like you leave me no choice, George!” 
“Whahahat, I just- WILBUR!” George was suddenly dropped from Wilbur’s arms and landed on one of the chairs below, startling him and sending him into a frenzy of giggles. The weight of the two caused the back of the lounge chair to lay down completely, allowing Wilbur to push the smaller boy down onto his back. George quickly turned over onto his tummy to try and get away, but the taller boy straddled the backs of his calves so he couldn’t escape. 
“It’s fine, king, just relax!”
Contrary to his calming tone and request, Wilbur dug both hands into the backs of George’s upper thighs, focusing on the area towards the tops of them to make the brunette shriek. George clawed at the cushions of the seat before dropping his hands into the grass below, ripping up the blades as he laughed himself silly and pleaded like his life depended on it.
“NAHAHA PLEHEHEASE! Nohohohot there not thehehere!”
“Yes here! It seems like a good enough spot to me!” 
George resorted to bringing his hands up to cover his face, trying to block out his laughter and also to try and soothe the rapidly growing blush before Wilbur would try to flip him over and see. 
“It is a good spot,” George froze as he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. “In fact, it’s probably the best.”
“Dream! How lovely to see you here on this fine afternoon!” He heard Wilbur over exaggerate his accent, deniably making him giggle more at the ridiculousness of the situation. 
“DREHEHEHEAM! Hehehelp mehehehe!” George pleaded, shoulders scrunched up to his ears and face still hidden in his hands due to the embarrassment of his best friend finding him in this predicament. It was nothing new, he had ended up in this exact scenario more times than he could count with the blonde, but that didn’t seem to make this any easier on him.
“Help you? Alright, if you say so.” 
George suddenly felt another set of hands begin squeezing at a very precise spot on his upper inner thighs, a spot only Dream knew, sending his laughter up an octave and causing his squirming to turn to thrashing. 
“DREHEHEAM!”
“Whahat?! I'm helping!” 
The brunette was in full hysterics, smacking his hands against the cushions of the chair as his thighs were tormented by his friends. It wasn’t until Sapnap wandered into the backyard looking for everyone, too hungry to wait for them to finish whatever torture Wilbur and Dream had started, that the two finally let him up.
When he was finally able to sit up, George felt tears streaming down his cheeks and whined in embarrassment. He wiped his face with his sleeves with a groan, turning to face the two and swearing to take down everyone in the house if they pulled anything like that again.i
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oh-meow-swirls · 6 months ago
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it's kind of weird to me that they didn't bother releasing sushi and tempura internationally at all but at the same time i'm kinda glad they didn't cuz like. yo-kai watch was financially failing in the west by the time 3 released. i feel like if they had released sushi and tempura the franchise would've completely tanked before we got sukiyaki which would've sucked. honestly if anything i feel like it's more surprising that we got all three versions of 2 instead of them just releasing psychic specters but tbf i think yo-kai watch was doing well in the west when 2 released. 2 is just inexplicably what killed the franchise despite being a masterpiece-
#puppy rambles#yo-kai watch#yw3#yw2#idk. i have a lot of thoughts on this stuff#still upset i didn't find out 3 released in america until a while after it did :/ could've gotten a physical copy if i'd found out earlier#but alas. i'm just stuck with a boring digital version. i mean the digital versions of yo-kai watch games are better but like. still#i never got maginyan in blasters even though i could've. the code or whatever was on the receipt but my mom bought it for me#from the nintendo website. and i don't think she checked it and i don't think i found out that was where it was until a bit after i got it-#i did get machonyan and jibanyan t/komasan t's codes entered though so i can get them on any playthrough now#unless i put the sd card in another 3ds since apparently it's system-based instead of sd card based??? which is really stupid#but you can probably bypass that with cfw and i do plan on modding my 3ds eventually#it'll just be a process cuz i don't have an sd card slot on my computer and idk if my moms would be willing to help#so i'll probably have to get a separate sd card reader or whatever. which i do think my moms would be okay with i mean#it's my system and they're cool with piracy lfskdjfjkfsdkljfd-#my moms are so cool <3 i just wish i could get them interested in yo-kai watch but they don't seem to care lfskdjfkjsfdjlksfd-#they determined the battle system doesn't sound fun but i might've just described it badly#i mean tbf. it is very annoying sometimes. especially when my healer just will not heal the other yo-kai#''DO YOUR FUCKING JOB TATTLECAST STOP LOAFING'' -me playing 2#that being said if 1's switch port ever releases in america i am totally playing it on the tv#i WILL force my moms to watch me play funni ghost game whether they like it or not /lh#if we do ever get 1's switch port i hope they make it a collection of some kind with 2 and 3 remasters too i would buy that in a heartbeat#i mean obviously i will buy any american-released yo-kai watch stuff in a heartbeat aside from maaaaaybe y-school heroes#(i'm sorry y-school heroes fans i just cannot get into it. from concept alone it sounds like i would not enjoy it)#maybe sangokushi too if we ever get that but i feel like we probably won't#idk if the franchise it's a crossover with is popular enough in america for that#i hope we get more english yo-kai watch content once ghost craft releases. kinda feel like it's testing the waters tbh#i know it's seemingly just a spiritual successor but still#i do hope that it being a spiritual successor doesn't mean yo-kai watch is over. i doubt that it will since like#punipuni still gets semi-frequent updates
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yellowocaballero · 1 year ago
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DONE DONE DONE with the latest motherfucking behemoth. I still have to write the epilogue and fill in a few gaps, but the newest monstrosity will be published early next week!
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It's not the longest work in the Trigun tag but it's certainly up there.
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cherriesundaye · 5 months ago
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drew this for my friend as a hehe 💖 unrelatedly I am so sleep deprived it's silly
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saifahname · 4 months ago
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never got so attached to a pathetic little real man like i did with Myeongkyun
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bmpmp3 · 9 months ago
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i know love triangles are a contentious topic but sometimes a love triangle shoujosei manga will create the best most pathetic wonderfully embarassing little man BUT he's only this good Because theres a love triangle that gave him that character arc. or sometimes they'll give you the greatest gal pal on earth but only after she tries to kill the main character because they both have a crush on the same guy. i understand love triangles can be frustrating but sometimes they are. a necessary evil
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itoshi-s · 2 years ago
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working at a lingerie / erotic boutique really puts sm thoughts into my head 😵‍💫 how different bllk / hq / tokrev boys would act. what’d catch their attention. whether they’re a bit timid or playful abt it. or maybe they’re so confident it makes the staff go crazy and gush abt u two as soon as u leave the store .. yeah ……
#hm hm this idea makes me blush sm u don’t get it!!!!!!#there’s this one type of clients that always makes me n my coworkers swoon#and it’s the blunt but loving n sweet boyfriend that doesn’t mind spending his money on u and ur pleasure#like .. hm? u like this one? well then let’s get it#yeah i can see its 500 usd i dont care#look this seems fun. yeah i’ll have this one please let’s see if we like it#rin is this type btw#he’s just rly fun in bed in general. likes to try new stuff out and he doesn’t mind spending quite a bit on it either#you tell him that maybe y’all should just think it thru first but he shrugs and goes ‘what’s the point we’re already here anyways.’#u leave the store w a few things but he comes back a few minutes later and ends up buying that one set you’ve been eyeing but told him +#+ it’s too pricy#he tells the clerk to just ring it up and that he hopes you don’t get mad 😭#NGHHHH HES SO CUTE#oikawa makes u soooooo flustered it’s crazy. u slap his arm every so often and have to rly pry his hands off in the fitting room#😵‍💫#noya is a regular at one of the stores n he’s the cute lovesick puppy boyfriend that comes in every so often to buy a new set or some toy#there doesn’t even have to be any occasion he just loves surprising n spoiling u sm </3#iwa comes to the store w u first cuz u told him u wanna see what they have#you end up buying a toy or two n some lingerie too#he comes back a week or two later and buys some of the other things you’ve been wanting to try out. he’s a lil sheepish by himself#BUT ITS SO SWEET ITS INSANE …….. hes so doting i wanna eat him up#i could go on abt this forever but it’s so specific i don’t know if any of u would indulge in that ajsjsksjsj
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anonbinaryweirdo · 8 months ago
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JTS AB TO BE 16 UGH
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ozziesjester · 1 year ago
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I saw ur post aaand...
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Mimey from Pokemon? (Edit by me)
ooohh of course of course!! u guys are reminding me to add my poke f/o's to my list...
- this silly little guy is always trying to make you laugh or smile! especially if you're having a bad day!
- as such, he's very in tune with your emotions, and can tell when you're upset without you having to say anything.
- while his default mood seems to be Goofy Silly, he can be very sensitive when it comes to handling your emotions. mr mimes make great therapy pokemon!
- he loves sharing! he won't eat pokepuffs or berries unless he's certain there's enough for you to have some too!!
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