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Have you ship ur moots yet? If you haven't I kinda wanna see it :)
hi nonnie !!! UH OH i had to let it marinade in my inbox for a lil but it's here finally ËÌ”áŽËÌ”
considering i'm moots with quite a few people on here,, i included just these that i interacted w the most / followed for the longest !! </3 i love each n every single one of u tho MWAH bbies !
@garoujo & nagi ,, they're endgame </3 i don't make the rules they come in a pack ! sweetest gamer couple ever !!!!! have u seen them at the gym 2gether !! @_@ u cannot tell me otherwise n if you think any different,, you're delirious LOL
@haitanisbug keelo my beloved ,,,, u belong w the haitanis in a poly ship </3 PLEASEEEEE you'd rock their world. and make them do the filthiest most insane shit 2 each other. MHM MHM i am rooting for this . also: shinichiro >_< keep that boy on a leash !
@tinymaru & reo !!!!! OBVIOUSLY DUH ! reine makes his rich boy ass so whipped i know it . reo's told me himself he's so in luv ong o_o also have u seen them on a double date w/ seishiro & emmie .. THE CUTEST ever !
@yaakultt n loser isagi ........ the pretty sassy girlfriend w her lame golden retriever bf .. >_< BUT ALSO ever since i picked up hq i SOOOO definitely get ur selfship w kags. it just works. i see it so well kayla i am a BIG fan !!!!
@katasstrophy RIVER hear me out.. let me tell u soMETHING LET ME TELL U SOMETHING ... sae .. it makes SOOOOO much sense. he'd LOVE u and your snarky ass. constant teasing but he smiles at u when you're not looking. PLSSSS also. ever since u outed urself as a ushijima kinda gal .... yeah.. i see it vividly he adores u. somethin about u being an aspiring writer ,, abt u being all crazy n fun and him just @_@ falling head over heels for u bc you're similar in a way but then again,, there's some differences that make it so much more enthralling. SOBBING i have sm more to say abt both of these ships
@ryudoll *slams fists on the table* RYUSEI !!!!!!! i don't take any criticism @_@ the sweetest shy gf w/ her clinically insane boyfie ??? HELLO ?? jae you'll always be the otp in my eyes ! always forever ! he's your crazy doberman boyfriend BUT u keep him on a lil pink leash and he always comes crawling back </3 PLEASE this is so cute. i am biting my fist as we speak
@lalunanymph DAWN PLS .. KAKUCHO.. i remember reading ur works back in my tokrev era and you were the one (1) single content creator on here to make me see the potential in this man !!!! how else would u do that if u weren't literal soulamtes o_o y'all just. belong together. all classy but sweet. thinkin of u two in the bonten timeline....... how you'd ABSOLUTELY turn heads ........ you're the IT couple you're the moment ! </3
@iitoshi ALL THE RINS !!!!!! all of em ! pls the way i can't wait to get to hq s4 just to meet suna n see the yet another rin that bagged u ! >_< but also !!!!! idk how u feel abt him but your vibes make me think of mitsuya sm </3 you're both the sweetest n I KNOW he'd be obsessed. i wanna see that happen mhm mhm
@saetoshis KUNIGAMI !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NNGHHHHHH or or or tengen OR ANY BEEFY MAN U DESIRE MOSHI ! cuz u would bag them 100000000%. i think of you and i think of big juicy sturdy men ! kuni is my 1st choice tho <3 you're his biggest fan n he makes sure he shows gratitude in ... various ways........ some filthier than others ADKLHK but you're the sweetest couple ik it </3
@no3tis LALA HEAR ME OUT .. bachira ............. @_@ I KNOW you'd be the most fun couple 2 be around and i'd most probably piss myself laughing around u two LOL you're both insane n i lub u <3 you give me such similar vibes but it WORKS i can see you together so well !!!!!!1 one of these couples that u glance at and just FEEL that they're perfect for each other !
@haithamuse ESTHER i might not know the al haitham guy just yet but. BUT ! he gives me v smart vibes and so do u and IT WORKS in my mind !!!!! idc if i got it wrong cuz it's 1000% true to me (>_<) !! but also. let me just suggest ....... the man himself that you'd DEF bring down on HIS knees instead !!! kaiser @_@ pls you're already like past the language barrier n almost neighbors too. just fall in love already i wanna see that happen KDAJHAK
@dark-mnjiro n barou !!!!!! PLSSSS lee. sigh you'd make this man reach his full malewife potential that we all KNOW he has. you're the couple that makes everyone heal !!! the couple that makes all ur friends feel like you're the parents of the group LOOOOL the vibes are immaculate n u always make me feel so giddy whenever we interact ! it only makes sense u make shoei feel the same & put his guard down around u ! </3
#SOB if i missed u on here i am so sorry ! i am writing these off the top of my head !#it's so messy but i hope it makes sense LOL i went off vibes n self ships / thirsts mostly cuz some of these are like .. canon .....#i don't make the rules !!!!! you're soulmates in like a different reality or some shit i just know it#it's the gut feeling mhm mhm !#n i looooove applying the personality of u online to the way u choose your favs. like. it's always connected and i love working it all out#it makes sm sense most of the time <3 and it's so exciting#also the nonnie that sent in the bllk moot matchup rq#i hope its sufficient enough lol </3
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Okay since your asks were so fun, Iâm going to do the same for you and ask the LI classes for the dnd character class asks:
Barb, Druid, and Warlock for Cyrus
Paladin and Cleric (đ) for Yiseeril
eee thank you!!!
d&d character class asks
Cyrus (answering for pallybarb for the first two and ranger for the third)
barbarian: What makes your muse angry? How do they manage their anger? Has their rage ever led them to destroy something important?
In typical lawful good fashion, the things that make Cyrus the angriest are things like injustice, cruelty, indifference toward others, greed, etc. Above all else what makes him furious is hurting the people he cares about.
Initially, like a lot of his negative emotions, instead of managing his anger, Cyrus just kind of swallows it (unless he can easily smite its source). It's only through meeting Karlach and having her teach him how to be a barbarian that he learns how to make that anger productive, but it takes a lot of work. No matter how hard Karlach pushes him to get him to rage during their sparring sessions, he can't unlock his emotions until someone else is at risk (I usually imagine Halsin as the one who volunteers to be Karlach's prop). The first couple of times Cyrus does rage, it's very overwhelming and disorienting, since it undoes so much of the self-possession and self-control that he prides himself on... but Karlach & Halsin call him a good boy, which makes everything better.
And. You know. The dialogue option that broke Cyrus' oath was a barbarian option. So there's always that :)
druid: How does your muse interact with the natural world? Are they good with animals? Plants? Do they keep any pets?
I don't think pallybarb!Cyrus had a ton of thoughtful interaction with nature pre-game. He'd do some adventuring in the woods around Baldur's Gate and along the Chionthar, but he hadn't yet discovered his love for gardening. The Grove was a... mixed experience. On the one hand, I think it sparked a very starry-eyed admiration for druidic magics. On the other, their treatment of the tiefling refugees and Kagha's dealings with the Shadow Druids upset him greatly.
So meeting Halsin and hearing how he talks about nature and being able to help him heal the Shadowlands are pivotal for Cyrus, laying the groundwork for him to (centuries down the line) become an Oath of the Ancients paladin at Halsin's side.
As a wild heart barbarian, he can cast speak with animals and does so constantly. I think he and Halsin get some little planters going in the Elfsong Tavern in Act 3 so being stuck in the city doesn't feel quite so maddening for Halsin, and that's how Cyrus discovers his green thumb.
Re pets: Avernus isn't a. Great environment for that lol. I think Scratch stays with Shadowheart post-game (Cyrus has always had a mild phobia of dogs anyway...) and the owlbear goes with Halsin until Cyrus and Karlach return and take it on their adventures across Faerun.
warlock: Has your muse ever made a deal to get something they wanted? Is there anything your muse wants enough to broker for it? What would your muse sacrifice to get what they want?
Cyrus' preoccupation with being self-sufficient (ranger!Cyrus even more so) gives him a decent measure of resistance against temptation, but FUCK does he come close to making a stupid deal with Raphael after the Emperor threatens to make him a thrall. Raphael offers him not just a night of respite from the Emperor's omnipresence--pervasive and heavy even when the Emperor isn't exerting its will over Cyrus--but as many nights and sweet dreams as he wants until the Elder Brain is defeated... in exchange for Cyrus being Raphael's locus of control on the Council of Chosen through influencing Duke!Wyll. And Cyrus would sooner damn his soul to the Hells than compromise Wyll, so the deal is functionally equivalent to condemning himself to the House of Hope, and as panicked as he is, Cyrus is cognizant of that fact.
...And he seriously considers the deal anyway.
And even though he ultimately rejects it, he does still make the deal to trade the Crown of Karsus for getting the Orphic Hammer immediately. And it's never far from hand.
Self-sacrifice is still instinctive for Cyrus, even if he's tried so hard to break himself of that habit.
Yiseeril
paladin: What does your muse fight for? What tenets or oaths drive them? Have they ever had to break a vow, and if they have, why?
Yiseeril fights for herself, for her friends, for power, and for the bit. The closest thing to a tenet or oath that drives her is power good, but even that is. Flexible, given that there's very much a timeline where that pursuit is tempered.
I think if Yiseeril makes a vow, she either (a) is being a lying liar about it & thus breaking it doesn't hold any moral weight for her or (b) believes it with her whole irradiated chest & thus would never want to break it (i.e., her vow to Minthara that she'll stay with her & that they'll take over the Absolute together).
The one exception might be the vows she took when she became a Haruspex of Oghma. Certainly post-tadpole-ing she's stopped observing any rituals or complying with the strict mandates of her abbey or even praying to Oghma except in moments of crisis, but I think she's still following the spirit of those vows to protect, preserve, and pursue knowledge and to embody the voice of creativity.
cleric: Does your muse believe in any god or follow any religion? What drives their faith? Or, if they're faithless, why? What would it take for them to find faith in something or someone?
/big flashing neon sign that says IT'S COMPLICATED/
Nothing is so emblematic of Yiseeril's fundamental uncertainty and unmooring like her relationship to faith. She was (obviously) a follower of Oghma, raised by an order of monks called the Children of the Passive Voice who trained her relentlessly from birth to undergo the rite for which the sect was named-- one that would make her the one 'true' conduit for Oghma's divine and infinite knowledge on the Material Plane.
The ritual succeeded somewhat but left her mind broken and her divinity fallen until the tadpole returned some measure of autonomy to her, and now....................................
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Yiseeril hasn't had any time to grow out of the 'world's best sacrificial lamb' mindset that she was raised in, feeding an aching desire to be loved by a god any god it doesn't have to be Oghma she flirts with the Absolute's love with Shar's love with anything that will have her.
But. She is also painfully aware of how divinity has ruined her. And the only thing she hates more than Oghma--for failing her, for allowing his followers to destroy her, for not saving her--is the fact that he seems to be protecting her now. The fact that every time she reaches out to him--for spells, for blessings, for shelter in a moment of panic--he answers. The fact that everything she does feels like service to him. Her curiosity. Her thirst for knowledge. Her music and her bard magic and her creativity and her inspiration, she wants it to be for herself, but it still feels like worship.
Like the engraving you find the Chapel of Jergal: through knowledge comes atonement.
She finds faith more readily in her new friends, and in Minthara in particular (gay). It gives her something to hold onto when the cognitive dissonance of her relationship to Oghma gets too overwhelming.
#if i could draw yiseeril going down on minthara with spiritual reverence and bright-eyed devotion and worship i would#alas...#cyrus bg3#gods least favorite princess#thank you again <33333333
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Bed friend tried to bite off more than it could chew and ended up being basic. Like neither the âsexyâ scenes or the trauma really went anywhere or elevated the show. The pacing was so sloooooow too and they didnât need 10 episodes, they could have stopped at the planned 8 eps since the last two eps were useless. Domundi is in desperate need of some better writers and directors. Iâm scared for the rest of the projects they have planned for 2023.
yeah. the FWB concept per se isnt bad its just that it kind of deflated after the initial setup lol.
It sounds bad when I say the trauma storyline was basic but it just was lol. having seen so many bls with the exact same trope and the exact same execution, this just felt like a copy paste kind of situation. and not just that but why overdo it? as if the SA story with the stepdad wasn't enough, they threw 3 more toxic people into the mix. unnecessary and unrealistic. so that being said you're right, 8 episodes definitely would've been sufficient for this. The fact that the screenwriters responsible for this are the same as for Unforgotten Night...... explains a lot lmao.
I do wanna be excited for ML but considering it's the same director,.... I'm not so sure. Let's hope for the best.
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#bed friend#domundi#opinions#like on the one hand these people made unforgotten night but then they also made lovely writer so like......huh lmao#idk who to trust in this industry
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Hi! Sorry if this is forward, but do you mind going a bit more into detail about what made you drop BD?
hi there! the most precise answer i can give, at least one that isn't completely riddled with my own ideals and brainworms, is that i was expecting something of the premise that i don't think the writers ever wanted to deliver. it happens! it just doesn't feel great when it does.
when i saw an anime that was pitched as "assassins + two men + parenting", i was somewhat expecting a more equal balance of the three elements. if not explicitly gay/queer, then some strong relationship drama/development btwn the guys in question; a heavier focus on the high stakes of being assassins; and of course, the parenting. what i've come to realize, as of the latest ep, is that the anime doesn't seem all that interested in any element except the parenting.
sure, there are hints here and there of the other two, just enough to give the anime some of its color, but in ep 7 (which, in the previews, seemed like a more drama/plot-heavy episode), everything still mostly revolves around Being A Parent and returning to domestic life without any real weight given to what being an assassin meant for kazuki. nor was there, i thought, sufficient emotional resolution between him and rei, who's supposed to be his partner and co-parent; nor any meaningful exploration of what kazuki's absence taught rei other than... he doesn't know how to call a cab to the hospital, i guess? at age 25?
this turned into a grievance fest about ep 7 lol but it's really just the culmination of some complaints i've had quietly growing in the background for a while now. so far i've been willing to overlook them in hopes that the anime will pick up its pace in the second half, but now that we're officially past the halfway mark and the show seems to have squandered (in my opinion) what could have been its pivot towards a more thoughtful exploration of all three elements, i figured it would be a good time to distance myself from it and avoid further disappointment.
i could be wrong! i might be jumping the gun a little too soon and the anime could deliver in the upcoming eps! but to be perfectly honest, i have my doubts on how well a heavier plot could be handled in the 5 episodes we have remaining even if we do get one. at this stage i think it's time i just admit to myself i was probably on the wrong page about where i thought this was going. i will still likely keep an eye on developments through the friends i made while watching (shoutout to Clown Town server <3) but yeah. towel mostly thrown in for now.
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hi i kinda need some advice on how to deal with everything but dw if its too much to help with
i live with my abusive parents, but despite them being very 'chill' the past year or so im still constantly on edge around them, my dad is practically nonexistent to me, i ignore him and have cut myself off from him emotionally, and im still pretty close to my mom as i kinda have to talk to her so often but she can get angry really quickly and want to hurt me so im constantly making sure my tone and wording are always correct and that can be exhausting in itself ngl lol. i work nights, im only slightly on edge around my coworkers as im still a little unsure of them but ik thats just 'fake news' and its just my anxiety talking. the issue is that, when i saw my boyfriend a few days ago, (i left the country and travelled alone), it was heaven. i felt safe 24/7, i got hugs, kisses and affection AND got to give that to him too and honestly, i was the happiest i think i have ever been in my life. i felt so free. then i had to go home, and once i saw my mom at the airport and getting in the car with her, it all crashed down and it was hell. ive only been home 3 days and ive only just managed to settle it down in my head lol its crazy. its just so opposite to being with him. my brain was just acting as though it had been shocked very hard and it was hard to just focus or be happy and i got suicidal pretty quick. i did start my period too, and i get bouts of depression whilst that happens so it really really did not help my situation at all and it sucked lol. i leaned on him a lot for support and it was so so hard to process and i just dont fully understand why. its so confusing as to why i practically had a breakdown when i got shoved back into that environment like i mean ik it makes sense like going from safe to unsafe very quickly can do that ig but i mean more like its just weirding me out a lot lol. i just cant believe i have been so on edge with my parents and how high my stress is all the time at home. id gotten very used to it, and ig a few days without it was enough to make my brain forget about it all. but idk. ik i need therapy or something like that lmao but i was wondering if you could help me understand it a little more and if youve gone through this before and like if i can get some advice on how to get through it a little more smoothly. my bf and i had a talk earlier and he wants me to try learn how to do all that by myself as it exhausts him when he has to help so much even though he wants to help as much as he can. i understand that fully and dont blame him at all for feeling that way, cos yk, hes my bf not my therapist so ik i can go to him for help but sometimes, like the past few days, hes not the best helper for that haha but im just struggling to know the steps i have to take to get to the self sufficient person we both want me to be lol. ik this is probably a lot, im sorry about it, but i hope your day is going the best it can go, thank you for helping us all out đ
Hey, nonnie! Sorry for the late reply.
I'm sorry this happened and you had such a strong reaction to going back to an unsafe environment after feeling safe around your boyfriend. This used to happen to me too, and I can really relate to your experience.
When I was still living with my mother, my dad lived half a country away, and every year on summer and Christmas, I would travel alone to spend a few days/weeks with him and his wife. Being with them always felt like an oasis in a desert, and at the same time, it made me forget my mother's abuse. It was... Blissful, but also numb? I don't really know how to describe it. But, if I combine that with my experience with cutting out my mother for good, I can tell you that traumatised brains are experts at repressing all memories of the abuse the moment they feel safe so that you can keep on living without having to process all of it at once, which would paralyse you.
So then of course, going back to the unsafe abusive environment can be really distressing. It's like getting slapped in the face with all of the fear and horror that your brain had already locked away the first chance it got. When you're consistently feeling unsafe, you barely even notice it because your whole being is focused on surviving. But being able to lock that away in the back of your mind, only to have it shoved in your face again? It's absolutely going to mess up with your mind. It's how I felt every time I returned to my mother's house as well. And, in my experience, the longer you spend away from the abusive situation, the more your tolerance for abuse decreases, and the harder it hits you if you're exposed to it again.
I think just knowing that this is a thing that can happen can help you a lot. I'm assuming this was the first time you went through this, or at least the first time you noticed it. First times in any context can be tough, because you can't know what to expect. But, now that you already know this can happen, it won't take you by surprise, and that in itself might lessen the blow a bit.
And now that you know this can happen, you can also plan ahead so you have ways to ride the wave of emotions when it comes. Can you think of anything that helps you during bad trauma moments? Talking to friends, being outside your parents' house? Writing, reading, listening to music? Hiding in a safe-ish space? Personally, it used to help me to talk to friends and vent to my diary about the trauma back when I was in this situation, and also being away from home as much as possible.
I hope you can find things that help you! But I also want you to know that these trauma reactions probably won't go away for as long as you're living with your parents. Brains aren't wired for happinessâthey're wired for survival, and it's not realistic to demand them to stop trying to help us survive. So please, be gentle with yourself if you continue having this (or any other) trauma reaction while you live with them. Being self-sufficient is a great long-term goal, but it's absolutely not worth punishing yourself for if you can't get there while you're still actively living in an unsafe environment.
I also want to say that I, too, went through still having trauma reactions around my abuser even after her abuse had "calmed down". I know it can sometimes feel like trauma reactions to being around our abusers aren't justified if their abuse isn't as bad as it used to be, or if we feel like it's stopped altogether. But, nonnie, they are. They're completely justified. Again, it's about survival. These people have shown they can hurt you, so the possibility of it happening again is always going to be there. And your brain isn't going to risk letting its guard down and being defenceless around them.
Hope some of this helps. Sending a big virtual hug â€ïž
#Ask#Abuse#Abuse tw#Abusive parents#Ptsd#Ptsd tw#Verbal abuse tw#Suicidal tw#Suicidal thoughts tw#Suicidal
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SIGHHHHH okay posting. mainly to keep tabs bc my mental pinboard and various notes on it all over are a mess so this will help me finalize my shit.
so on 03/25/2024 (this upcoming monday) there is going to be a penumbral lunar eclipse. moon has played + still plays a big role in our dynamic in a ton of ways. also 3 and 25 are two of his favorite numbers and there are no significant events surrounding this period of time close enough for it to be a squish anniversary deal in the future ykwim, it stands alone sufficiently. we will be going to the cemetery - we have wanted to go for awhile, and i finally found one that works! (this location is also relevant bc we both want to become morticians lol<3) the moon will not only be a penumbral lunar eclipse but also a full moon! as far as he knows all we are doing is making + exchanging blood vials and locks of hair in the cemetery LOL. the max. of the eclipse is going to be at 3:12am - 3 and 11 are his fav numbers (tied) so i will be asking him out at precisely this moment if all goes to plan and then bam eclipse time babyyy. and by this time we will have scouted a place to sit and watch it.
before verbally asking him out - i will be giving him a handwritten letter, sprayed with a cologne hes wanted really really badly that he doesnt know i got him yet loll. when we went to the place its sold at and he checked for it he was like :(( aw man its all gone we cant get it today and i was like oh nooo this is so sad ill just have to get it later lets go smell the candles together babygirl (guy who had acquired the cologne for him the night prior to going w him voice LMAO.) and im also going to be wrapping the letter up w a maroon ribbon tied around it + sealing the ribbon w melted wax from his fav candle of mine (sandalwood & tobacco - he complimented it the night we met :]) and then painting over the melted wax w a deep rich blue pigment (symbolizing deep romance and passion.) and then the red ribbon just cause his fav colors r red and black.
also the moon stuff - this months full moon is usually associated w the moving of winter -> spring and is used to symbolize hope for the coming months, renewal, new beginnings, good luck, and the constellation of the virgo maiden will be visible that night. the virgo maiden constellation is usually associated w similar messages - hope, bountiful harvest, fertility, not all necessarily literal in this case but yk, good things to come from here on. also with its heavy association w wheat, which is associated w the most basic need being satiated, hunger, -> fulfillment, nourishment, growth, transformation, and in this case, i love him, i want to make sure he eats well, yknow. anyways. winters our fav season but in the more symbolic sense. cold and death -> warmth and rebirth transitional period. also the etymology of monday derives from 'the moons day' :] oh and!! the virgo maiden constellation is typically depicted w angel wings - and the night we met he said i looked like an angel, and he has continued saying similar compliments since :"] virgo maiden also is known to symbolize helping and serving, and we both greatly enjoy taking care of one another
additional: giving him a single red rose (light association with vday which was the day of our first date, but heavier association w red rose = deep romance, desire, love, longing, passion + singular rose = love at first sight - which i have had beef with my entire life until i met him and was floored by how immediately i felt the urge to proclaim my love for him.) handwritten letter, scented w incense + that cologne i mentioned (- which i was gonna get him for his bday but second guessed - turns out i was entirely correct and he very very very much wanted it and was so excited when i mentioned it and said that wouldve been perfect loll, anyways) its going to be prose about all of the times i bit my tongue on saying i love you to him, as neither of us have said this yet! which is entirely unknown to me before, as i am always telling everyone i love them, its usually what i say in place of 'goodbye' when i leave my house lol. like. i literally am always saying it. so the fact ive bit my tongue is soo peculiar and new to me. and its eating me alive i need to tell him. so this will be that. making a cd mix with lovesongs/songs tht make me think of him that i know in his fav genres, we have bonded quite a lot over music (on a related note, the last time we went out on a full moon was for my siblings bday - we went to a club that played nothing but the smiths + the cure, and when just like heaven by the cure was playing i remember dancing w him and singing the im in love with you part w him and kissing and. i keep doing this thing where i will say i love you only by singing it to him in songs we listen to so thats fun. like one of the first times he fell asleep in my lap i sang my love mine all mine - mitski to him as he drifted off. continued to do this a few times until i found out apparently he was still awake during this! because he later said he enjoyed hearing it while drifting off đ„Č) my outfit is going to consist of all black save for my red tie + light green nail polish. red can symbolize romance ofc but. well i shouldnt have to say bc this is the childrens hospital website BUT also blood. which is a big theme in our relationship also LOL. nails r gonna be the same green as his eyes bc im gay but also green can symbolize hope :]. the cologne i got him is also a dupe of a scent that is known to 'smell like corpses' also so theres that.
in summary. asking him out in a cemetery during full moon+one minute before the max view of the penumbral lunar eclipse for our location. this months full moon usually symbolizes renewal, growth, rebirth, starting anew/new beginnings, shedding the 'winter blues', and hope for the future. same w the virgo maiden constellation which will be visible that night. also we r gonna both be morticians hence the cemetery. handwriting him a letter + spraying it with a scent hes really wanted then i am also giving him the bottle itself ofc lol. as far as he knows all were doing is going to exchange vials of blood and locks of hair<3 theres probably more things im forgetting but im sooo sleepy need to pass out now. if i fumble this idk what im gonna do wish me so much fucking luck please LMAOOO
i think if i trued to explain the plans i have to ask him out itd be like an entire dissertation but itll be so fucking embarrassing if i fuck it up or he doesnt like me like that so maybe ill bite my tongue before i post it and risk showing my ass over this . however i probably wont do that and will just post it anyways in like five minutes
#cas.txt#my yaoi chronicles#long post#sorry t his is a million miles long i cant condense to save my life. lol
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bro thigh riding steve in his favorite jeans plsđ«
and this ask: If youâre still taking requests could you do thigh riding with Steve? Thanks!
needy
steve harrington x reader
summary: what it says on the box, a short fic about some good olâ thigh riding
warnings: implied fem!reader, smut, thigh riding (obv), a little teensy bit of degradation, the word panties is used once (and yes that word deserves its own warning)
a/n: i donât know when thigh riding became a staple in smut but i am not mad at all lol. this took a lot of effort to finish and itâs pretty short but i hope yâall enjoy!!
smut under the cut <3
Youâre in hell. As you sit squirming in a chair in Steveâs living room, youâre sure you must be getting punished for something you did in a past life or perhaps something youâve yet to do in this one.
Youâve been trying to get Steve to pay attention to you for what feels like forever, and heâs been resolutely ignoring you, pretending to focus on whatever showâs playing on the TV in the front of the room.
âSteve,â you whine, shifting in your seat. Being with Steve has the unfortunate side effect of getting you all riled up at literally any time, and youâre certainly feeling that way now, not-so-subtly pressing your thighs together in an attempt to get any sort of relief.
You can tell that heâs aware of what youâre trying to get from him. Normally he would be all over you, like he usually is the second you express any interest in sex, but this time he seems determined to tease you, though you think torture seems like a more apt description.
âSte-vie,â you call out in a song-sing voice. When he ignores you once again, you let out a frustrated huff. âBaby, please.â
Something in your voice must sound sufficiently desperate because he finally acknowledges you, turning to look at you with a smirk.
âCâmere,â Steve pats his leg, motioning for you to come and sit. âTake your panties off, too.â
You scramble to follow his command, quickly shedding the flimsy piece of fabric. You leave your chair and move to straddle his thigh, the little skirt youâre wearing barely covering you as your knees settle on either side of this thigh. âYou want attention, pretty girl? Is that it?â
You nod, giving Steve your best approximation of puppy eyes.
âSo needy, huh?â He leans back on the couch with his hands behind his head, the very picture of nonchalance. âGo ahead, then.â
You blink at him in confusion, unsure of what he means.
âYou can get yourself off on my thigh, baby, since you want it so bad.â
âSteveâŠâ Your voice is unsure, wavering slightly.
He flexes his thigh and you gasp at the movement against your core. Youâre dangerously turned on, and even the slightest brush against your clit is enough to make you shiver.
You slowly start to move your hips, and Steve nods in encouragement. âThere you go, sweetheart.â
The material of Steveâs jeans is surprisingly soft from frequent wear, and as you rock back and forth, youâre surprised by how good it feels. You start moving a bit faster, grinding yourself onto the thick muscle beneath you in search of the perfect friction youâve been craving all day. A small wet patch is quickly appearing beneath you, the evidence of your arousal darkening the denim.
Steveâs oh-so-unbothered facade fades fast as he watches you, pupils blown and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. He sits up slightly, and his thigh flexes again as he shifts his position, causing you to cry out.
âThat feel good, pretty girl?â Steve brings his hands to your hips, light pressure encouraging your movements.
âUh huh.â You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging his face closer to yours. âKiss me, please, Stevie.â
Steve canât say no to you, not when youâre being so sweet and obedient. He closes the gap between your lips, the kiss quickly turning filthy as he licks into your mouth with finesse. The grip on your hips tightens as he starts to actively control your pace, helping you rock against him faster. Your head lulls back as the pleasure starts to build, moaning uncontrollably at the sensation.
The denim under you is now visibly soaked, and Steve can feel the wetness against his skin, seeping through his jeans. He loves seeing you like this, begging for his touch, so full of want it seems like you'll burst. âYouâre so desperate, such a greedy little slut.â
A whine comes from your throat and you shake your head feebly, protesting mostly for show.
âPoor baby, ruining my favorite jeans âcause youâre just too needy. You need me to take care of you, sweet thing?â Steve is wearing a devilish smile, which only grows when you nod frantically, gasping out a weak yes. âThatâs what I thought, pretty girl, canât even get yourself off with my help.â
His words go directly to your core, and you find yourself teetering on the edge, looking to Steve for reassurance. âWanna cum, gonna cum, please.â
âYou can cum baby, go ahead nâ make a mess on my thigh.â
âSteve.â His name leaves your mouth in a breathy moan as your orgasm takes you, grinding frantically against him. You slump over, burying your face in Steveâs neck as you try to catch your breath.
He runs his hands soothingly over your back, murmuring reassuringly in your ear. âThatâs it baby, always so good for me, you look so pretty when you cum.â
You shift yourself up, straddling his lap. Steve groans as you sit down, now situated perfectly over the bulge highly evident in his jeans. A small giggle leaves you at his reaction, and you rock your hips just a bit, enjoying the way Steve hisses and thrusts up involuntarily.
He gently pushes you off him to land on your back on the couch, standing up to face you. His cock twitches in his pants at the sight of you, looking up at him with wide eyes filled with pure adoration and unbridled lust.
âSince you did so well,â Steve pops the button on his fly, pulling down the zipper with a smirk.
âI think I should give you a reward.â
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Hii! It's me again, the "teasing mom's broyfriend" anon. I just- you about killed me with that sequel. Hot doesn't even begin to describe it, really đ„”đ„”
I have more :))
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Megumi knows. He knows what a slut you are, knows you've been fucking his father behind his and your mom's back. He knows you only got with him to provoque his father. He knows all of that. And yet, he can't let go of you. He won't do his father this favour.
He avoids going to your mom's house with you as best he can, bc he just can't stand the two of you doing this to her, the poor woman doesn't deserve it. He never touches you when you come back from your mom's, bc he just knows you've been with him. There is, however, an exception. The only thing that can make him help you tease his dad is when they fight.
When it happens, Megumi goes visit your mom with you, and whenever she can't see it, he makes it a point to touch you a little more than would be appropriate in front of Toji. The mix of Megumi's hands all over you and Toji's warning glare could probably make you cum right then and there. Once, when your mom was out doing grocery shopping and Toji stayed behind with the two of you, Megs was all to eager to fuck you, make you scream his name, all for Toji's benefit.
Oh, you do so love it when they fight. You know you should hope for peace and harmony between father and son, but you have much more fun when they are at each other's throat.
You wonder what you would have to do to have both of them filling you up at the same time...
ugh okay sorry if this post is just a massive wall of text i had to cut down on spacing because i kept reaching tumblrâs limit on characters, and uh... incase you couldnât tell, shitâs about to get serious if i wrote this much LOL this probably looks so clunkyyy :(( i apologise but i have like a line left or two? so iâll compress everything by saying a massive thank you because this would not have been possible without your sexy ass intellect. i was seriouly fucking dying writing this, it might be the first or second piece iâm genuinely proud of and i thank you :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it
this piece makes sense as a standalone, but works a lot better if you read the previous piece! read my disclaimer here if youâre new <3
w.c: 2.8k / characters: 15k (incl spaces) and a special thank you to my beloved anonie. couldnât have done it without you â€ïž
day and night: two.
your bedroom door shuts with a quiet ring. you can only slump down against it, knees held into your chest. your thighs are still quivering like a poor little lamb.
as you move to type out a text for megumi to not come over, thereâs a faint knock at the window. your heart burns, throat clogged and knees weak.
you donât know if you can get up. hell, you donât know if you should get up. thereâs another few delicate rips against the glass and you manage to stumble over in fear of attracting tojiâs attention.
âmegumi?!â you mouth his name in alarm, dismay crawling onto your features.
your boyfriend gives you a dead once over, noting your matted hair, smeared mascara and weak posture.
of course he knows.
you can discern it clearly from the way he refuses to meet your gaze.
âcan you just let me in?â he whispers, tone flat as his index motions over to the lock of the window.
you donât know what to do.
after all, youâve still got tojiâs cum flowing inside you from earlier.
you fumble backwards, moving to allow his lanky figure to slip inside. megumi manages to hoist his leg up and over, squeezing inside with ease. he closes the window shut behind him, pulling the curtains.
âm-megumi? what are you doing he-â
he doesnât have time to waste.
megumi knocks the wind out of your lungs as his cold hands seize the sides of your head, stealing your lips for a kiss. he tugs at your bottom lip, tongue drinking you in for a couple of moments like youâre the last meal heâll ever eat.
âshit.â he hisses, pulling his face back and screwing his eyebrows in mutiny.
oh, but if you didnât love the way he looked at you like you were pure filth.
âyou taste like him. itâs disgusting.â he spits, wiping his delicate lips with the back of his hand.
he knew, but there was always a part of him that wished you wouldnât submit yourself to the likes of toji. he just had to see it for himself.
âcome on, megumi-chan~ thats no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?
your mother doesnât deserve this. megumi doesnât deserve the heartache, either.
megumi canât see anything but the spitting image of his father all over your body, licking and fondling all the same crevices that he has. but he canât get enough of you. he canât stop, canât turn away from you. he knows that at the end of the day you're spoon-feeding him phrases he wants to hear.
but youâre so good to him.
your pussy fits him like a glove. your hand intertwines with his perfectly. your head is the perfect size to cuddle onto his chest.
thereâs something about you that makes you more addicting than nicotine.
bony and slender fingertips ghost over your thighs. you canât help the squeak that hiccups from you. megumi raises an eyebrow in scepticism before flipping the hem of your miniskirt up.
he scoffs, slicking his long middle finger against your hot cunt.
âdonât hold it in.â he reprimands you, flashing a grimace as you squabble with him.
âb-but toji-â
âbut what? am i not good enough for you?â
you swallow thickly, chanting a small prayer before allowing tojiâs cum to drip out of your pussy. you shiver, goosebumps licking your skin when you can feel the warmth of his seed ooze and coat your soft thighs. you canât avoid the burn of megumiâs regard as he watches the cum slowly flow out of you.
heâll make you want him.
megumi canât fully comprehend why you keep running back to his father instead of him, why you choose toji over him. like father like son, it evokes a bubble of magma in the form of competition and jealousy.
heâll make you beg for him. thatâs for sure.
âget on the bed.â he whispers, tone cold and even. thereâs no warmth to his voice, even with his usual monotonous tendencies you can tell you struck a nerve. it makes your stomach churn, butterflies swooping in and adorning your vital organs.
like a moth drawn to a flame, as though you have no mind of your own, you step backwards until the back of your knees kiss the metal frame of your bed. megumi towers over you, pushing you backwards as he crawls in between your thighs.
the crisp ring of his zipper sliding down clashes against the room. why should he undress himself properly for the likes of someone like you?
âthereâs no point in prepping you. i think you know that.â megumi sighs, relieving his twitching cock from the confines of his painfully tight boxers.
you can feel the avarice swirl in your abdomen, cold fear stilling in your veins at the mere thought that you could get caught by toji at any second. it makes your fingertips tingle and stomach churn. when you wail a needy whimper, megumi only shakes his head before plastering his icy cool hand against your wet lips.
a part of megumi wants to let all hell break loose. if he allows you to moan as you please, it wonât be just toji hearing your cries of ecstasy. knowing your mother, perhaps sheâd be a little glad to know that your boyfriend is meeting your needs sufficiently. whereas toji?
it puts him in a predicament. from a bystanders point of view, toji has no right to storm in here and to shriek at megumi for blowing your brains out.
why?
because heâs not your dad.
heâs not a paternal figure in your life. thereâs no right for him to say what you can and cannot do. he wonât hold that kind of reign over you like your mother does. and megumi likes that. he relishes the idea of toji being forced to listen to you babble megumiâs name, to mewl and cry for him to hit it deeper whilst he canât do anything but complain.
itâs not like you havenât heard your mother with other men plenty of times. itâs only natural, right? hell, sheâll probably gossip with you about it.
a carnal desire glosses over megumiâs steel blue gaze. like a wolf waiting to pounce onto a hare. he can see the way your thighs squeeze, how you gulp before him with those doe eyes of yours. youâre practically purring underneath him. for once, megumi gathers the reasoning to understand why his father finds you so intriguing. thereâs nothing better than having your own toy melt and oblige under every command.
your boyfriendâs hand finds its way to your chest, where he rests the palm flat underneath your breasts. he steadies himself, using you as leverage as he guides his dick through the cum stained mess of your cunt. your heart pounds in anticipation, drool coating the back of your tongue as your pussy throbs around him. he manages to fit his tip in, dragging the enlarged and sensitive muscle against your walls. your ankles flutter around megumiâs waist, lower body strength trembling as you attempt to pull him in further.
âm-megs- please..â
âwhat?â he screws his eyebrows, staring you down. you canât find the words in you to plead for him.
âwhat the hell? why act all coy now?â
âthatâs not how we do things around here, is it? so spit it out. i wonât get what youâre trying to say otherwise.â
megumi slips his dick out, grinding against your clit as his torso flushes against yours. he pulls you in for a quick kiss, enough to relinquish his appetite, but not enough to taste the filth that corrupts your sweet and innocent lips.
âthose cute little whines of yours wonât help you, either.â his breath flickers against your skin, sticky tongue licking trails as he works to mark up your neck. you can feel the tears prick your eyes already. youâre suddenly hyper aware of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, how it throbs against your cunt and the droplets of perspiration trickling along your skin. you can feel megumiâs pulse heavy against your clit, the way his dick twitches as he smears the tip through the folds of your slick. itâs slowly driving him insane. but thatâs okay. even through the static that bounces around in his skull- he knows that you hate it more.
after all, your boyfriend knows best.
your fingernails soar around to megumiâs back. you want to scratch him, but you canât access his toned skin through the layers of his jacket. instead, youâre left fumbling and scrunching the fabric like a feline with an insatiable desire to itch its claws.
âmegumi- please, itâs too much-â you huff through laboured breaths, peering up at him through tear stained eyelashes.
itâs almost enough to make him melt. almost.
âwhat is?â
âthis?â
he shifts himself back up, grabbing his dick and slipping only the tip in once more. he allows you a few centimetres extra before dipping back out and repeating the process again. megumiâs gaze locks with yours, as though heâs asking âis this what you want?â
âs-stop teasing me.. just put it in alreadyy~â you choke out a groan of frustration, ready to slam your hips down onto the full length of his shaft.
âwhy should i?â
âmegumi, i swear to god- if you donât fuck me right now-â
â-or what? youâll go to my dad? good luck, when you couldnât even fulfill your duties as being his toy.â
so fucking humiliating.
the way megumi instantly stands up and proceeds to stuff his still hard and leaking dick back into his boxers.
heâll deal with it later.
youâre left stuttering, unable to form any coherent words, thoughts or insults to spew back at him. legs wide open, cunt empty and glistening in the blue tint of the moonlight.
he leans over, swiping some of your excess drool with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth. he half expects you to lick at his thumb, convince him to stay a little longer, but his skin sits in your mouth like a forgotten thermometer for a couple of seconds.
âif only you could see your face right now.â he hums, tone flat with a certain mockery.
sometimes, as the days pass, you can notice his resemblance growing closer and closer to toji.
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the following day
you havenât left the quarters of your room for the entire day. youâre stuck in bed, face mushed into the confines of your pillow. youâve always held high regards of the fact that your libido isnât necessarily extremely high, but when youâre promised dick just to be neglected of it? shit feels like youâre in heat. you canât go to toji, because youâre motherâs home. not only that, but heâd be sure to teach you one of his lessons. youâre already shivering thinking of the conversation with him, how youâd even try to dig out of that hole you were already so deep in.
you canât call megumi either⊠at least not for now. you sigh wistfully into the pillow, kicking your legs about on your bed as you hiss a groan of turmoil.
thereâs a sudden knock at the door that snaps you out of your haze. it leaves you pumped, blood coursing through your veins and you shoot up like an attentive little puppy about to be taken for a walk.
âitâs open!â you clear your throat, humming.
the disappointment rocks your features so clearly that itâs embarrassing. itâs just your mother.
âyou okay? thought you died in here, baby. lunch is ready, and your lovely megumi-kun came to say hello.â
what?
âmegumi? thatâs nice. did he leave a message or anything? like he just dropped by to say hello or-â
âhm? oh, no. heâs having lunch with us.â
âis everything okay, dear?â
âyeah! yeah, iâm good. sorry, i spaced out a little bit. small headache, thatâs all. iâll change clothes and iâll come out to eat.â you dismiss your mother, keeping in the hyperventilation youâre about to undergo. she gives you a small glance of concern before returning to the dining room to serve her guests.
â(y/n)! we were just talking about you!â your mother hums, gifting you a smile of warmth and radiance as she pours drinks into some cups.
you can feel tojiâs mocking stare dig holes into your skin.
you can fucking feel it.
you can imagine him saying it.
âslut.â
at the six chaired table, you scurry to sit the furthest away from megumi and toji. your mother shoots you a sideways glance, motioning for the seat between toji and megumi. you swallow thickly, awkwardly striding over to take a seat.
your knee accidentally knocks into tojiâs and you instantly utter an apology.
âyou should be.â he mutters underneath his breath, disguising the words as a sigh.
âso? you said you were talking about me?â you straighten yourself, perking up a semblance of cheerfulness and perfect innocence.
âoh, right! toji was just telling me how stuffed you were yesterday!â
your lids flicker in shock and you abruptly stare at toji, whose half lidded jade green eyes slowly land on yours before locking to meet your attention for a few seconds.
âsorry, what?â you stutter, finding it difficult to believe the situation.
âyou know, the food? are you sure youâre alright, honey? youâve been acting strange since this morning.â
âiâm fine, i swear. just some painkillers would be nice.â
when your mother turns around to rummage for some painkillers, she emits a squeak of alarm at the lack of them.
please. youâll do anything to get out of this predicament.
âare we out? i can go grab some-â
â-no, thatâs okay. iâll head out. i need to grab a few extra things for dinner anyway. you three, make nice with each other!â
sure.
when the door shuts, you realise youâre out of options.
you canât run away.
âso, megumi. howâs eating up after my leftovers feel?â
âleftovers? because one woman wasnât enough for you?â megumi scoffs, averting his gaze.
âitâs not my problem that your woman came running to me. doesnât that say something about you?â
âlike what?â
âlike, you canât fuck her properly?â
âi canât fuck her properly? but youâre telling her to keep your cum inside her? donât you care whatâll happen if she gets pregnant?â
âsee, megumi. sheâs on birth control. you didnât know that? and besides, if i didnât know any better-â
toji finally allows you his undivided attention, staring right through to your soul.
â-iâd think your little girlfriend here likes walking around with my cum inside her.â
youâd be able to run a butter knife through the tension hanging in the air. the room holds its breath, and as do you in compliment of trying not to set things off into a piping hot mess.
âisnât that right-â
â-princess?â
your fight or flight response kicks in at the malicious tone that coats tojiâs tongue. you swallow thickly, throat parched and lips cracked.
but fuck.
if it isnât the most arousing thing- the two of them squabbling over you.
toji screws his face at you, features lighting in a mix of awe and delight.
âreally? youâre seriously enjoying this?â toji hums with mockery, eyebrows perking at your unusual behaviour. he can smell the sweet nectar of your arousal slicking against your underwear.
you abruptly stand up, ready to leave.
megumiâs hand curls around your wrist. he slings your hand behind your back, slamming you over the table. some silverware and plates clatter and dash against the hardwood floor.
âanswer the question, (y/n).â he hisses.
you whimper a soft whine. thereâs no way youâre answering that.
âget your fucking hands off of her.â toji barks, kicking his chair back.
âtry me.â
something washes over you. a premonition, say. that if you donât speak up, someone will end up seriously injured.
âi canât choose between you two. i just canât. so i think itâs the best option if we just stop this completely.â you sigh, prying megumi off of you. his stance relaxes and you wince at the pain in your spine. you rub your wrists in slight agony, refusing to meet either of their gazes.
âitâs been fun, but i think itâs time to draw the line-â
âno.â toji remarks offhandedly.
âhuh?â you contort your face in offence. thereâs something thick on megumiâs face, too. it almost looks like determination?
âi said no.â toji reiterates, taking a stride towards you.
his index and thumb caress your chin, tilting your jaw up to look at him.
âi donât care how long it takes. whether itâs me or him-â
â-iâm making you choose.â
#ANON IM SO SAD AB THE CHARACTER LIMIT I HAD SO MUCH TO GUSH AB AND SO MUCH TO SAY#BUT I COULDNT LMFAO#im so sorry BAHAHAH i really hope you enjoy it!!!#yes ofc there will be another part who do you think i amđ#the next one might actually end me...#jjk#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk scenarios#jjk smut#jjk imagines#jjk hcs#jjk headcanons#megumi x y/n#megumi fanfic#megumi x you#megumi x reader#toji x y/n#toji x reader#toji x you#megumi smut#toji smut
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Hi, I heard you were feeling a little sick, hope ur feeling well!! I've been working these past couple months and I've finally been able to look through ur recent posts so I'm a little behind. I'm embarrassed to say that I've been counting the days and kept writing in my notes app abt what I would send lmao. Ur really my comfort blog. <3 Anyway before this gets long and I end up embarrassing myself more I was scrolling through pinterest and found this:
https://pin.it/6OQSLYI
This is giving me very much izuku vibes. Someone might think that it's bakugo however
I think he's more clear cut in the way he loves and I think it's pretty much agreed that once he decided he's with you, it's already in his head that he's marrying you. Not that any other character wouldn't ( or that its his goal but it might just be the most sinple way of saying this is forever) but going through those (emotional) milestones with bakugo might be easier since once you break through his exterior and he's decided on choosing you there's no hesitation afterwards so while he's a little rough around the edges,midoriya is a completely different story . Its like trying to pull teeth out, trying to get him to admit he needs help or to let him know that ur there for him. Bakugo is very much, "I don't deserved to be loved because I'm not good enough", whereas midoriya is, "I don't deserve to be loved unless Im paying for it." And he has!! His body is a monument of all the times he's given himself away freely simply bc he doesn't see himself as worthy of anything unless he's bleeding for it. Unless he's kneeling and putting his neck through a guillotine. So standing in the shower and letting himself be vulnerable enough not flinch when you touch him and letting himself feel loved without a price ughhhhhdbjsbsjs đ„ș. Thinking about how hard he's trying not fall to his knees and sob because he only dreamed about someone loving him the way he's loved others.
Um anyway đ thinking lots of thoughts lmao,lmk if the link isn't working lol
(link!)
cookieđ„șđ„șđ„ș sorry for the late response! donât ever feel bad for being or getting behind cuz (clearly) it happens to everyone... itâs really sweet of u to even want to check back in at all AND KEEPING NOTES FOR ME? please, you are *cries* too kind.Â
itâs funny tho cuz i always, always, notice when ur in my notifs. i think because maybe sent me an ask i donât remember but also mostly the time u responded to my hc about bakugo liking the black eyed peas LOOOL and iâm still grateful <3Â
anyway lalala thatâs just to say ur so sweet and i think of u too !!! letâs get into this tho a bit ;â)
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i for sure agree itâs deku!! like you point out, i definitely think the whole... confusion + being overwhelmed aspect is a lot more him than bakugo, who definitely skirts around being blatant w/ affection but isnât all that opposed to both giving and receiving. deku, on the other hand, really... waits for you to lead, and because heâs him... is happy to wait forever. So when you suddenly reach out and care for him in a way heâs never experienced before... AHHH.
and just... that specific kind of intimacy too, i see as being very deku. you know, bakugo likes washing himself, so when you do it... itâs more of a vulnerable act. deku... can sometimes (and often) neglects these aspects of self care bc again, he believes his body is for The People... so when you to take control of it and provide? itâs this whole different level of softness and gentleness and love because itâs not related to anything painful or outside of just... showing ur love for him and him alone, as a person. a lover.Â
(does that make sense? not that it isnât all that for bakugo... but heâs more self sufficient in that the washing doesnât make him fall apart. he falls apart for other reasons and then youâre there to help after)
but uh... yeah. iâm melting thinking about it! and esp because he has such nice hair in general, too. Can you imagine giving him an olaplex or oil treatment for fun and him just... tearing up and then falling asleep in ur lap LOL? he wakes up with the nicest, shiniest curls. i adore him to bits :((
and you, too! thank you so much for this <3
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also i just want to highlight:Â
âHis body is a monument of all the times he's given himself away freely simply bc he doesn't see himself as worthy of anything unless he's bleeding for it. Unless he's kneeling and putting his neck through a guillotine.âÂ
WOWWWWW!!!
#deku#ajdsfajdkjf ur so sweet#i tired so no big tags but#find me again okay?#<3#ask#caitie things#undecidedcookie
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part 4: hcs dedicated to reactions: seirin (their precious lil manager going out with that scissor-wielding emperor bastard!?) and rakuzan (their captain was in love with that girl who cussed at him near the vending machine?!? ITS SO FUNNY) ++ angst where akashi gets jealous of readers teammates (IZUKI kuroko kagami furi... but mostly izuki bc point guards with eye powers) because he still feels bad about what happened and thinks he doesnt deserve her -- teiko anon
OUR LEGENDARY TEIKO ANON HAS SPOKEN OF AN EPILOGUE, alright yâall the finale FINALE đ§đ»ââïž OKAY, i donât think I hammered too hard on the angst, but enjoy the fluff and subtle crackđ
OOH, looks like another anon wants a pt. 4! :0 Since it is primarily the Teiko anonâs request, I will be prioritizing the first request, but I will combine a few aspects of this request to make a fuller headcanon epilogue! Hope everyone enjoys this! part 1 here // part 2 here // part 3 here
Akashi x Reader
Part 4: Epilogue
[Teiko!manager Headcanons]
in the aftermath of the Winter Cup, your relationship with Akashi has certainly gotten much better, and dare you say, more intimate and romantic; though you were still healing a bit from the emotional scars from Teiko, they seemed to be going away faster than you realized, especially when everyone gathers for Kurokoâs birthday party
you were with Seirin, helping with the decorations and setting up the plates before Kuroko comes in the evening, but what no one expected was for him to bring in the GoMs
YOUâRE SHOOK AND YOUâRE BASHFUL SEEING AKASHI IN HIS WINTER ATTIRE, youâre getting MAD butterflies, but no one seems to notice because everyoneâs attention is on the GoMs and Kuroko
of course Akashi was scanning the room for you first, and you immediately look away from his affectionate stare because you were still not used to the old Akashi, let alone his sweeter side for only you
Izuki notices how quiet you got and nudged your ribs with his elbow before telling a stupid pun⊠the thing is, you were one of the few people who genuinely found his jokes funny LOL
Akashi widens his eyes, staring at you laughing so unabashedly, and he feels really, really bad that he never got that level of a reaction from you whenever you were with him even despite knowing you for longer
now as the party goes on, Akashi is seeing your dynamics with Seirin for the first time and heâs just really grateful that you found an amazing support group during your low times; heâs not particularly someone to get jealous, but heâs getting a BAD case of FOMO because heâs thinking of all the âwhat-ifâsâ and all the times he couldâve made you happy and stress-free
âAkashi-kun?â
âAh⊠yes?â Akashi snaps out of his daze to see a mild smirk coming from Kuroko on his right side, and Kuroko was about to ask a question about who he was looking at before a shout of âWatch out!â and a ceramic plate came FLYING across the table to hit the Rakuzan captain square on his face
CUE SCREAMS OF PANIC AS MOMOI PUNCHES AOMINE ON THE HEAD AND RIKO JUMPS TO STRANGLE KAGAMI, AND YOU LITERALLY ZOOMED TO HIS SIDE TO CHECK ON ANY INJURIES
see, he couldâve easily dodged it, and he supposed that itâs his fault for not paying attention and dodging on time
thankfully, the plate didnât break because Kuroko caught the plate before it reached the floor and placed it back on the table
Akashi still has a bruise or two on his face though⊠and ngl, everyone gulped when they saw him checking out the injuries with a handheld mirror, ready to get their ankles broken
you were so worried over his safety, he finds it really endearing⊠but he wants to elicit an expression other than looks of worry or tears or anger (flashback to when you cussed him out)
âWait, but (y/n)...â Koganei said. âSince when were you so close to Akashi that you didnât hesitate to touch his face?â
a few moments of silence for everyone to register his words
âEHHHH?????!!!!â
everyone is throwing QUESTION after QUESTION at the two of you, and Akashi just has a neutral face with his mouth parted while you were so embarrassed LMAO
Kise being a real best friend, tells them:
âAlright, alright, everyone! Letâs not forget about the birthday boy! Kurokocchi should be the center of our attention today!â
âKise, thatâsâŠâ
âAnywho! Letâs light up the cake and find those party poppersâŠâ
after the party though, when you all return to school, Seirin was READY to jump on you for interrogation, and you do reluctantly tell them that you and Akashi are a tentative couple
Riko: âSERIOUSLY? I mean⊠thatâs kinda cute thoughâŠâ
Hyuuga: âI mean⊠yeah, as long as youâre happy, itâs none of my business.â
Teppei: âI hope he treats you well, (y/n)-san.â and of course he gives you his signature head pats
Furihata, Tsuchida, Kawahara: â??????????????????? But why?â
Koganei: âHuh, guess that explains a lot.â
Kagami: â???????????? pt. 2 LMAOâ and also âWhat do you even see in him?â in genuine curiosity
Izuki: â I guess you two dove into this relationship without hesitation, eh? Get it, get it? Because doves are a symbol of loââ
âIzuki, shut the fuck up.â
âIt means that you love (Ai)kashiââ [Ai means love]
âIZUKI.â
Kuroko simply pretends that this is the first time heâs heard of you dating Akashi, and he gives you his heartfelt congratulations, and as long as Kuroko approves of it, you feel like youâre on the right track (heâs such a good judge of character!)
you and Akashi actually live VERY far apart, considering that your schools are equally just as far in distance, but that being said, for our rich boy Akashi, distance isnât much of a problem when he can easily find ways to come visit any time
he can also pay for your transportation to visit Rakuzan if you ever felt like visiting him too (although, you insist to pay for your own things, but heâs not having it because he says itâs a treat for him to see you too)
whenever Akashi stops by the Seirin campus to visit, heâs just kind of awkward standing there like the prince that he is, waiting for the perfect opportunity to walk in, but every time, heâd ALWAYS notice how youâre so happy being with everyone here, especially with Izuki, and his guilt just comes back full force again
he wonders if this was right of him to date you when thereâs so much people who can easily do a better job in getting you to smile and be completely yourself, especially since heâs been the source of your anguish for all these months (maybe even a year or two if he was counting the duration of your entire crush on him that you assumed to be unrequited)
âSeijurĆ!â your voice rang out, beckoning him to walk towards you and the group
all of the Seirin teammates are so wary of him, and are all hyper aware of his movements LOL, and Kuroko is just like âhi, youâre backâ very casually
Kagami uses this as a chance to challenge a one-on-one on Akashi
Kagami gets destroyed in a few minutes flat
the whole time youâre just watching Akashi with heart eyes, unbeknownst to him while he was focused on Kagami
after the interrogation and Akashi passing the âfirst stageâ of acceptance, you and him find time to have a cute date at a local shopping district to walk around and sightsee
Akashi finds it fun, he really did, but thereâs a part of him that thinks youâd have more fun with people who know you better⊠a.k.a. Izuki, or legit any other Seirin member
heâs visibly distracted by his own thoughts, and you wave a hand to his face, asking if this was too boring for him
âNo, no, of course Iâm enjoying this with you,â he muses, putting a gentle kiss to your temple. âShall we get moving?â
âSomethingâs bothering you isnât it.â
âNo,â he chuckles, giving a gentle smile, but you only frown at him⊠once again he sees that you werenât smiling at him
âIâm serious Sei, I want to get to know the real you,â you softly chastise, pinching his cheek. âSo I also want you to speak your mind around me.â
âOh ho⊠I see that your boldness is still very present here,â he says in referring to your touch.
âOh my god, can you drop it already? Thatâs so embarrassingâI cussed you out one time⊠hey donât change the subject!â
âHmmâŠâ he hums for a bit before he comes clean. âIâm afraid that I might not be the right person to be worthy by your side after hurting you for so long.â
â... What makes you think that?â He hesitates, for the first time, not being so sure of himself and his emotions; he immediately thinks of Izuki and your good chemistry with him but dismisses the thought
â... I just do not think Iâm capable enough to make you happy.â
âBut you are. Iâm very giddy to be with you right now.â
âEven happier than when you are with⊠your teammates?â
âHuh?â
âI apologize,â he hurriedly says. âThey are your friends. I was out of line to question them.â
âNo, no, itâs okay. Talk it out to me.â Heâs uncharacteristically quiet as you both continue to walk and browse through the shops, and you carefully watch Akashi while heâs examining a few souvenirs on the display, patient for him to continue talking
â... the point guard.â
âIâm sorry?â
âSeirinâs point guard.â
âIzuki-kun? What about him?â
âWhile Iâm aware that you only spend your time with him as a good friend⊠I want to spend just as much of a koala-ty time with you whenever we have the chance.â
he... says this with the straightest face, and youâre utterly confused before you saw some animal plushies on the store window, and the the koala plush, and then the cogs started turning in your head
â... Did you just say a pun?â
âWas it not sufficient?â
a few moments of silence pass and Akashi thinks he did something wrong because he wanted to make you smile (HELP poor captain), before you break into hysterics
between your fits of broken laughs and wheezes, you managed to ask if he was jealous of Izuki, to which he wholeheartedly kept denying until you wouldnât stop being persistent
you reassure him over and over that he doesnât need to act like Izuki to make you happy, but it was a pleasant surprise to see Akashi crack a âjokeâ nonetheless
heâs a bit new to the concept of dating and is still quite unsure of how to navigate this PLEASE GIVE HIM TIME
the date that day was a success (some of the Seirin teammates TOTALLY werenât spying on you mid-date or anythingâŠ)
while Seirin is okay with you dating, visiting Rakuzan ALONE with the scary-ass captain and his âCROONIESâ (hint: the rest of the team LMAOO) IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT STORY
RIKO AND HYUUGA are just like:
âWhatâs wrong with him coming here to visit you? Why do you gotta do the effort to visit him?â
âUh⊠because I want toâŠâ
âYes, but who would you call to help over if something wrong happens? Youâd be too far!â
âUh, Akashi can help me if something happens.â
âWith what, his scissors?â Kagami gives a deadpan look, and everyone turns to look at him in utter confusion LMAOOO like what does this redhead mean by SCISSORS???
Kuroko immediately jabs Kagamiâs sides to silence him and smoothly changes the conversation before anyone asks any more questions about the âscissorsâ and potentially make them more reluctant to let you go
oh Kuroko, being the mediator and negotiator as always, trying to set some safety protocols for you to follow before everyone finally agrees to let you go see the infamous team alone
you know, Teppei is honestly just like, âJust go! Donât worry about our (y/n) too much!â
Furihata is so concerned for your safety for valid reasons, but you reassure him that you wonât âdie from the trip,â and no, this wouldnât âbe the last timeâ theyâd see you before you leave
so when you stopped by Rakuzanâs gym after school after looking at the online maps, Hayama lets out a screech of terror before he starts pointing at you and calling you the âcrazy ass chickâ who tried to have a first-row seat ticket to death LOL
Hayamaâs commotion brought everyone elseâs attention to you, and Akashi was very surprised to see you all the way here
but heâs just standing at the back to watch how his teammates are reacting to you
Reo is the guy who would welcome you very warmly and would introduce you to the other team members who arenât the starters, and he would actually ask if you were okay from last time
Nebuya is very laid back and throws a few muscle jokes much to Reoâs dismay, and he makes a comment about not you possibly not eating enough because at the time, he saw you almost tripping up your feet after you cussed out Akashi⊠he offers you his extra bowls if you ever feel hungry VERY SWEET GUY
Mayuzumi thinks you have balls, like who the fuck would come out alive after cussing out his captain but then COME BACK to said school of the captain⊠like why would you willingly walk back into the lionâs den??? so he thinks youâre dumb, but he has a shred of respect for you
Akashi is so amused at the spectacle and finally walks over to you after you noticed him
and he gives you an embrace and a chaste forehead kiss, and the entire gym goes silent
âSei! I wanted to drop by as a surprise! Did you expect me?â
âHm, I may have expected you to come sooner or later, but definitely not this quickly. Were transportation fees too much of a hassle?â
âNope! I got everything covered! Do you want me to give you any chiropractic massages if you and your teammates need it?â
âYou donât need to do that, (y/n). You came here as a guest, not as a manager.â
âButâŠâ
âShhh, as soon as practice is done, Iâll take you anywhere you want in KyotĆ. How does that sound?â
âEr⊠captain?â Reo holds up a hesitant finger to interrupt the two of you, while everyone else looks horrified at the sight of their captain looking serene
âGet a room, will you?â Mayuzumi only tuts in irritation while turning away to grab a nearby water bottle to down in one go
Nebuya merely stares in astonishment at the two of you, and his mind is thinking how the hell did you reel in this guy?
nah man, Hayama is GONE at this point: his brain has stopped functioning a while ago, and heâs standing there as stiff as a statue, scratching his head like a lost monkey // like heâs thinking how the fuck did this shit add up?? in his mind, heâs taking 2 plus 2 but it somehow ends up 94⊠thatâs how heâs processing what heâs witnessing
the rest of the benchers and lower-string players are confused? who ARE you anyways?? Akashi?? dating??? thatâs Rakuzan gossip of the century
TLDR; your first trip to Rakuzan may be awkward because the two of you stick out like a sore thumb, but eventually after multiple trips, the team slowly begins to consider you as one of their own
as per Akashiâs âsuggestionâ (hint: not a suggestion, but a strong recommendation), you were to be retreated with respect and kindness
why? Because Akashi never wants a repeat of the situation at Teiko ever again :(
as long as he is captain, and as long as he has the power and authority, he will do everything he can to make you happy and comfortable
donât worry though, the Rakuzan starters are more than willing to punt any kid who talks shit about you
surprisingly, once Hayama comes around and accepts the fact that you were dating the captain, heâd be the most adamant and vocal protector, and heâs the one who shares the âinside tips and tricksâ about the captain EEEE itâs so wholesome !!
the Rakuzan team is your certified bodyguard group, no debate
Reo might be the nosy mom who asks about who confessed first and the likeâŠ
the END, and I DO MEAN THE END THIS TIME
#knb#kuroko no basket#knb x reader#akashi seijuro#knb headcanons#akashi x reader#akashi seijuro x reader#teiko#knb teiko#teiko middle school#THE END FOR REAL
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Heyyyy!! I love being included! I promise I'll interact with you more, I'm just in a rut mentally.
Anyway!! I love your writing-- do you think you could write something for the prompt "glowing" (I can't remember the number rn.) with maybe some Logicality or or whatever the ship name is for Logan and Roman?
Have a great day!! <3
Here it is @apricots-and-dynamite! Sorry its so late, I didn't realize when I signed up for one of my classes that it would be so much writing, and that took a lot of time and its hard to write after writing an essay lol. I hope you enjoy!
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Lee! Logan Ler! Roman
âLogan!â Roman shouted, far too loudly for the time of night. âCome here come here come here!!â He chanted excitedly, even as he walked himself into Logan's room and toward where he sat in his bed reading.
âRoman, I hope this is as important as you've decided to make it seem.â Logan said, setting his book aside and sitting up towards the creative side.
âIt is! Look, i made this stuff, and, and-â
âStuff?â
âPowder, and when it touches you it will, like, it starts to-â
âWhen it touches me itâŠâ Logan helped. He knew that at times Roman could get so excited he couldn't talk as fast as the words came and it would get jumbled in his head.
âWhen it touches anyone it glows!â
âIt glows?â
âWell, yeah, kinda. It glows when you're happy, like the emos eyeshadow! I think I finally made his eyeshadow Lo!!â
While he hadnât known that was a current goal, Roman was clearly very proud of what he had done. âWell done Roman, may I see it work?â
Roman nodded enthusiastically, shifting to grab the small jar from his pocket with an eyeshadow brush. âHold still, pocket protector,â He began, dipping the brush into the jar. âI know you donât like stuff on your eyes, donât worry,â He said, seeing logans apprehensive look at the brush. âI'll put it on like highlight powder, just on your cheeks right?â
âI suppose that should be sufficient, yes.â
Roman leaned forward and began dusting the powder onto Logan's face, smiling when he saw the plain white powder turn a slight blue. âYes! I was hoping it would follow our colors like Virgilâs does. I wonder how yours would compare to pat-â he stopped, startled by a small giggle. Looking at Logan, he realized in his creative thoughts he had lost track of his hand, and the brush had dusted his ear.
Logan held a hand over his mouth to keep his smile at bay. âRoman, pl- please move the brush.â He said.
Hesitating, Roman decided to keep the brush there. He moved it around to brush his ear, âLike this? Move it like this Lo?â
âNohohoho,â Logan giggled, covering his face further but not before Roman saw it. The powder was glowing, a brighter blue and easy to see in the lamplit room. Roman was quick to remember, while his powder was caused by joy, it didnât work with forced joy, or the example he had next to him, if Logan was laughing purely by force, it wouldn't glow. He had to be enjoying himself and happy on the inside too. That paired with his nervous giggles and unstoppable smile were all Roman needed.
Logan noticed Romans expression turn from playful, to thoughtful, to predatory, and knew what he knew. âWait, wait wait Rohohman,â he began, âyour powder wohorked! Itâs glowing! That's all we neheeded!â
âThat's all I needed, however if your body language wasn't enough evidence, the powder is. You clearly need me to continue.â
âWhAt?â Logan squealed midword as roman brought the brush down his neck, leaving a thin streak of glowing blue in its path. âWhat do you mehehean I need this?â Logan asked. (he knew. Roman knew he knew. Logan knew Roman knew he knew. I could go on).
Roman simply shook his head, smirking, before continuing his brush down to Logan's collarbones. He continued swirling the brush around, reaching around to the back of Logan's neck, which gave him the sweetest snorts he had ever heard.
âLolo, cmon, lay down for me.â
âNohohoho..'' Logan giggled, happy with the neck tickles he was receiving but refusing to make that fact known.
âDo i need to make you?â Roman asked, easing the brush into the back of Logan's shirt and tickling his shoulder blades.
ânoHOKAY,â Logan squealed, arching his back. Roman adjusted to let Logan move, telling him to lay on his stomach, to which he complied very easily for someone grumbling about it as much as he did.
Sitting on his lower back, roman could see the blue powder drawn in random patterns across Logan's neck and into his shirt. âOk if I take this off, nerd?â he asked, pinching at Logan's shirt.
âI guess..'' Logan whispered, squirming, but the way the powder brightened slightly at the idea couldnt be hidden. Roman snapped the shirt away, watching Logan shiver once beneath him.
Leaning down, he gently blew on Logan's spine, knowing how keyed up he already was. Logan giggled immediately, squirming slightly side to side, but happy to not fight back. That was until,
âPppbbtthhtbâ roman blew a raspberry, right under is right ribs, where he KNEW it would tickle like heck.
âroHOMAN!â Logan shrieked, twisting and pulling his arms into his sides, doing nothing to stop the tickly vibrations on his back.
Sitting up, Roman saw the light glowing even brighter, and smiled triumphantly. âAwww, lo, I didn't know you liked raspberries so much!â he cooed, much to Logan's verbal dismay (but the glowing didn't falter, suspiciously enough). âMan, we're gonna have so much fun, pocket protector!â
And as much as Logan wanted to argue, he knew it would be useless. The powder would give him away anyway, so he resigned himself to the fate he knew he wouldn't mind, and got comfortable for the long haul. He knew the powder wouldnât fade anytime soon, and he knew roman would keep going till stopped, or he himself asked. He was excited, nervous, but safe, and he knew that.
#Lee!logan#ler!roman#tickletober2021#prompts#oneshot#tickle fic#tickle#tickles#sanders sides#tss#tss logan#tss roman
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3 and 4 for the succession ask meme!
hi anon hi, thanks for the ask! đ
3. favorite rarepair
i already answered rava/stewy here but i also like brian/roman. they just make sense, their chemistry was really interesting. i hope roman loses all of his money and moves into brian's apartment and has to start pulling his weight around the place so he doesn't embarrass himself in front of his normie crush. <3
4. which kid is most like logan?
i would say that at face-value kendall is most like logan but it's usually play-acting. it doesn't come naturally to him at all so the veneer is constantly slipping. but he's spent decades pretending to be just like his dad and that has its effects i'm sure. he seemed a lot like logan in mass in time of war, like maybe if he acted enough like their dad they would line up like soldiers for him.
i think shiv is the most like logan without directly trying to emulate him, she's fairly calculative, very ambitious and goal-oriented, she'll do what she needs to do. but when it comes to his more negative traits like vindictiveness and impulsivity she doesn't quite measure up thankfully.
meanwhile roman inherited a lot of his dad's gut instincts and charisma (matter of fact i think he's better at social moves than logan currently is), he's very empathetic and can smell when a situation is going south from a mile off. he can even act on those instincts if he has faith in his own judgement, which he often doesn't. so he's quite a bit like logan as well, at least in theory.
i don't think enough about connor to respectfully compare him to their terrible abusive father lol. though he does seem less like logan than any of the trio, idk if that's due to less early childhood exposure, or if it's bc he was discarded and is now ignored so he feels no need to act like logan, or what.
so i guess my answer is shiv by a very narrow margin? i'd say being the most independent & self-sufficient of the kids gives her a big edge over the others, she seems to consistently have more confidence and self-assuredness than they do, which is a very logan trait.
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Okay this may be pure filth of a request. But I have an idea. Slenderman x female reader, where his kind have heats/ruts, they have been happily together for a while and she has been wanting to help him with his rut/heat, but she doesn't know that his tentacles become very active during heat/rut sex (possibly because they excrete an aphrodisiac???). Honestly I'm asking for pure tentacle porn, but with feelings lol.
I hope this what you wanted!! Hope it is sufficient! Iâm sorry, Iâm not versed in the ways of tentacle porn, but I assumed theyâre utilised like that of a dick, fingers, or Venoms tongue, haha. Iâm not sure if I included the aphrodisiac part, but there is certainly plenty of tentacle activity and certain haze of sex involved.Â
Warnings: Well, its tentacle and rut smut. So yeah. No violence though- it is completely consensual and affectionate.Â
Breathy moans can be heard clearly - you would say too clearly, if you were in any state thatâs aware enough to care, which you arenât right now through the erotic haze of being fucked literally brainless,- through the cracks of the bedroom door. The room is too hot, your cheeks and chest, and probably everywhere else because all of your skin feels burning hot as you hope and ride for a blessed release, are pink from the warmth. 3 tentacles, twisted around each other, are between your legs and the ends disappear inside your leaking pussy, making the soft black, tubular appendages slick with your juice from the multiple - how many? You have no clue. You didnât even know how good his would feel before you walked in here and agreed, so youâre overwhelmed with pleasure, -orgasms already.
Still, your legs clamp around the snakelike lengths, feeling them fill you up completely already and just lazily, but heavily roll and move up and down in your used pinkness slowly, in gradual waives like the ocean. The monsters rub your insides beautifully, and you roll your hips upwards, selfishly, greedily chasing your release. A sigh escapes you as you remember the actual, true meaning for you to be here and you look to Slender, astride your legs just watching you as his tentacles do their work with you. âSlender⊠come- come on, let me- â
âLet me do anything.â
You just want to help in his heat. You remember the painful way his, legitimately huge cock was straining against his suit pants earlier when you originally came in and he was still trying to resist, and refrain, and although you canât see it now you know it must still be growing strong despite the orgasmâs heâs enjoyed.
You want to do something for him, you vaguely want to pull his tentacles until they relax and slither out of you but the pleasure is also too overbearing and you know that ultimately, you wonât do it. Youâre only human, and pleasured and selfish. He has to do it- he has to rip his girths out of you, leaving you empty, and push your head down to his cock. Then you would be gaping open, of course, but youâll be happy to wrap your lips around his cock and suck like the secret whore youâll regret letting free tomorrow, but he has to do it. Itâs up to him. But you know he wonât.
Youâre in a predicament.
âSweetheart, youâre⊠doing just⊠fine⊠âHe reassures you, lips long ripped from each other already, multiple rounds ago. Heâs slowly rolling his crotch against the mattress at a steady rhythm, watching you like in a trance. A heated, rut-crazed trance where even the littlest amount of stimulation, like the rush of watching you in such a completely lude position like you are, and the gentle rub of the mattress against his balls and the underside of his dick has him ready to blow. Just the simplest of additions would have him adding to the mess youâre both in. It wouldnât stop him from continuing to use you, like you want him to, asked him to, but it would be glorious.
âDonât you want⊠ahhh, donât you want me to⊠oh⊠jesus⊠do something?â God, the 3 noodle-like masses move forward, deeper inside you, rubbing along all your most pleasurable spots and more. You feel connected to him, completely and entirely.
âNo⊠love, youâre being perfect. I love you so much.â Vaguely through your brainless state, you think âPuh. It took a heightened sexual state for him to say that so sincerely to me. Figures,â.
âI love you too.â
Another tentacle appears, fans out smoothly from behind him, and he slowly tilts his head slightly to the side as that one moves forward⊠and starts lightly brushing your pussy lips. So soft its like lips, and butterfly wings, and it sends you over the edge shockingly quickly. â-OH MY GOD- â
Your back arches up so Slender can see your clit from a better, more open angle which he watches intently, letting out a noise of his own, as you both cum once again.
Finally, after who knows how long, the tentacles slowly slither out from you, warm and squeezed from your tightness clenching around them so many times, and dripping at the ends, and go to your mouth instead. You let it happen, running your tongue languidly over the smooth surfaces as Slender readjusts you both so your thighs - which are covered in bite marks and bruises,- sit on either side of his hips, setting you in his lap and gathering your just as exhausted top half to his chest. His, again, painfully hard cock buries itself swiftly in you and you start to go all over again.
With Slenderâs long, thin fingers running gently, soothingly up and down your bare back.
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the trees, the grass, the stars
Hi tiny!! I've been reading your stuff... and I love it đ„ș I'm a sucker for royal AUs and the masquerade one with Shinwon was lovely, I was wondering if I could request a Royal AU with Wooseok? I like the idea of rebel prince/princess!! But you can write whatever you likeđđ
Prince!Wooseok x (gender neutral) Reader | royal AU fluff + a little bit of comfort? | 2k words
synopsis: getting engaged to someone you barely knew, getting lost in the forest and tripping over a talking stump. none of it made sense, and yet they all added up to one of the greatest meetings in your life.
a/n: hihi !! @raspberrymuffingsâ this is for you<3 prince wooseok hgngngn i loved writing this, sorry it ended up getting a little emotional, idk thatâs just a habit of mine LOL, but i hope you enjoy:)
image from pinterest !!
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Did you mean to get lost? Of course not. You swore you saw something flash in the forest nearby and decided to follow its trail. That was it. A little curiosity never hurt right?Â
Though it turned into an unintentional adventure when you traveled a little too deep into the woods.
Were you upset that you were lost? Not particularly. Being lost meant that you were away from the party and even better, you had a valid excuse to be absent.
Was it a big deal that you weren't at the party? Perhaps, because the whole purpose was supposed to celebrate your engagement with some prince from a nearby kingdom. The two families had finally decided that they wanted to come together, and they decided that the best way to do that (supposedly) was to have the two heirs married.Â
But yeah, to you, it was still just a prince from a nearby kingdom because you've literally never met this man before.
Sure, you knew of him. That his name was Jung Wooseok, that his parents frequented your place for dinners. You've seen him milling around the town square sometimes â it's hard not to notice him when he towered over pretty much everyone else. And youâd say he was pretty good looking, if you had to give an answer, though you were usually distracted by the fact that his actions were the embodiment of youth. Last time you saw him, he sprinted by with 10 baguettes in his hands as curious whispers and frightened shouts followed him. They didnât stop the boy in the slightest bit.
So hopefully this Wooseok was a really good guy, or else you'd had to do some major convincing to get yourself out of the engagement.
But that wasn't the concern right now because you were truly, genuinely, very much lost at the moment. You were certain that you've passed the same tree almost six times by now and all the mossy stumps looked the same.
Youâve never explored the forest on your own before, and now you regretted all the missed opportunities you had to play outside with the other children when you were little. Instead you thought your studies were more important.
You bit back a yelp when you tripped over something and almost face-planted into the tree in front of you.
"Ouch."
That was not your voice. That was most definitely not your voice.
The ground does not talk, the ground does not talk, the ground does not talk.
"The ground does not talk..." You whispered the mantra to yourself and dared to look down.
Your eyes followed the pair of shoes up to the mysterious man's face. His eyes bore right into yours and you finally came to terms that he was, in fact, laying on the ground, white suit and all.
"What?"
"Geez, I really did think that no one would bother me here, but I guess I was wrong." He sighed and rubbed his neck, bending his legs to make more room for you.
"What are you doing on the ground? In the middle of a forest no less?"Â
He held a hand up and began lazily counting on his fingers. "Resting, relaxing, thinking... sleeping."
You didn't even hear his answer when you scanned his face once more and realized why he seemed so familiar. "Aren't you my fiancé-to-be?"
"I suppose so." He got up, brushing off the leaves that had fallen onto him and you wondered just how long he had been laying on the grass for. He then held a hand for you to take and he bowed. "A pleasure to meet you officially, my name is Wooseok"
"Likewise, Iâm y/n." You replied and pondered over your next question before deciding that you didn't have to filter yourself so much in front of him. "Don't you care about your outfit? You have a party to attend."
"I could just get someone to clean it or replace it." He answered nonchalantly without missing a beat.
"So that's what it's like to be rich, huh." You deadpanned. "No pressure to keep an image? Lucky."
"Oh, I'll probably get scolded like hell when I get back, but I couldn't care less about my image. The only time I did was when I had my portrait done. They painted my eyes perfectly, and that's all that matters." Wooseok mentioned that last part haughtily.
"You do have nice eyes...." You admitted quietly, though you quirked your eyebrows at his odd fixation on that specific memory.
"What was that?" He teased way too obviously.
You decided to humour him and repeated, this time a little bit louder. "I said you have nice eyes."
He blushed and you watched him lick his lips in nervousness. It's as if he wasn't expecting you to give in so easily and you took note of that. You could definitely take advantage of his true shyness in the future.
"Th-thanks." He stuttered and you laughed. In the distance, you heard cheers coming from the party and the music started up again. Food mustâve been served.
You looked at Wooseok and tried to break the awkwardness. "I take it that you donât really want to be here either. How long do you think we have until they come to hunt us down?"
His eyebrows furrowed as he went into deep thought. "28 minutes, on the dot."
You tilted your head. "And how are you so sure?"
He dropped a hand onto your shoulder. "Just trust me on this one."
You pursed your lips but didn't argue with him. "And what should we do during those 28 minutes?"
"I don't know about you, but I don't mind getting to know you better. At least, as much as I can, before our families force us to kiss in front of the crowd or something." He threw that out casually as he stretched (it was the truth, after all), but his voice wavered a little.
"True that..." You replied softly. The atmosphere grew a little awkward again as he kicked around the stones near his feet in silence.
"What were you doing before I tripped over you?" You asked to strike up yet another conversation and he let out a laugh at your question.
"I was looking at the stars."
"The stars?" You echoed as you strained your neck to look at the decorated sky. It wasn't often that you got to be outside at night, much less all alone, and you quickly realized how much you've taken the stars for granted.
They were beautiful.
"Yeah." Wooseok let out a huff as he returned to the ground to lay on his back again. He patted the spot next to him. "Want to join me?"
"Sure..." Your voice dwindled off when you touched the damp grass and then looked down at your outfit. There was no way you're going to get out of this without staining the fabric and you paused at those thoughts. What's a good excuse for a bunch of grass stains on your back? Would a clumsy trip cover it?
Sensing your hesitation, the other sat back up and began taking off the white coat that covered his suit. He then settled it onto the empty spot beside him. "Here, you can use this. I really couldn't care less about the stains, but I know you still got a reputation to hold."
"Unfortunately, I've already lost mine."Â You heard him quietly add to the side.
"Thank you, I appreciate it." You said.
He was a tall boy, so it made sense that he also had a long coat and you never wouldâve thought of the benefits of that fact until today. Though it still wasn't enough to protect your entire outfit, it was sufficient damage control and you reasoned that you'd be able to come up with some kind of excuse for the few, inevitable stains.
For a while, you both laid on the grass in silence, watching the stars and occasionally putting the music history drilled into your minds to the test, naming the new song each time the band at the party switched pieces. The conversation then drifted back to your hobbies and you listened to Wooseok talk about his stargazing again.
He pointed a long finger at the sky and you tried your best to follow his gaze. "That's Aquila over there. Its brightest star is Altair. That one."
"I honestly have no idea which star you're pointing at, but you sure know a lot about stars." You commented lightly.
"I have a friend who loved space." He chuckled. "He always wanted to be an astronaut and wouldn't shut up about it. Then he got caught up in all his 'princely' duties and suddenly disappeared with his studies." He hummed. "I wonder where he is now, probably looking at the sky the same time we are. He always likes to keep his habits a secret."
Your expression softened at his wistful tone. "Maybe one day you could visit his place and see how he's doing? I could come with you if you'd like, keep some company. It could be another adventure, invite him along with us."
"That'd be nice. I think you would be good friends." He clicked his mouth and you waited for him to say more.
"You ever feel like everyone's growing up and you aren't?"
"Definitely." You replied.
"I know I'm immature, that's a well-known fact about me, but it's really because I'm clinging onto the childhood that I feel like I missed out on. All those classes and formalities, looking out the window and watching other kids play â why couldnât I do those things too? Now that I'm all grown up, I have the freedom to do whatever I want, but suddenly all of my friends have turned into the person I was when I was little. They're grown up and stocked up on responsibilities and it feels like I missed out on my only opportunity to have fun..." He trailed off and cleared his throat.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to put that load onto you so suddenly. All this thinking has, well, got me thinking, I guess. And the fact that I'm getting engaged today is a little off-putting, no offence. It's a big responsibility and I worry that I'm too immature to commit to it." He let out a deep breath and waited for your answer.
You never really thought about your life that way until you heard Wooseok put it into that perspective. Perhaps itâs because youâve always begrudgingly busied yourself with your royal duties, but you suddenly found yourself agreeing to everything he said. The two of you were more similar than you initially thought, now that you've witnessed what's underneath his childish persona.
"If it makes you feel better, I understand what you're saying." You didnât know why, but you felt the need to whisper. "I couldn't care less for titles, sometimes I wish I could live life as a normal person. Sounds more exciting."
Your conversation was interrupted by someone shouting your name, followed by Wooseokâs. That shout was followed by several more from different voices and you perked up, realizing that they were beginning their search for you. It must've been time for the actual highlight of the party.
Had it already been 28 minutes? That went by faster than you wouldâve liked.
"They're finally coming for us." You looked over at Wooseok.Â
All of the downcast emotions he was pouring out before were absent and a small smile was planted on his face instead. He took one of your hands into his and planted a soft kiss on the back of it.Â
"How about we run away?" He suddenly suggested, and you choked at his words, not even having the chance to wrap your head around the fact that he kissed you. Even if it was just on the hand.
"You want us to run away?"
"Like not, run away, run away. I'm not going to pull a Romeo and Juliet on us, but we should mess around for a little while longer; get them to chase us." He smirked. "It'll probably give us about an extra five and a half minutes or so."
"You seem to be really confident with your numbers." You responded, hesitantly standing up to return the jacket which he slipped on without a second thought.
He shrugged. "If I sound confident enough, eventually someone will come along and believe me."
"Are you implying something here?" You laughed, appalled at his impudence.
"Maybe." He cheekily smiled and you felt your cheeks heat up. You couldn't tell if it was because of his jab or because he looked quite stunning under the moonlight, hair dishevelled and clothes stained.
The shouts got louder and the music stopped, but you ignored them and continued to laugh.
"Alright then, Sir Wooseok," You held a hand out to help him off the grass.
"Lead the way."
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summary: Killian Jones operates a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere, preferring a life of isolation, until one day a woman and a baby wash up on his little island and change his life forever.
read it on: ao3, ff.net
a/n: Hi! I know what youâre thinking⊠Iâve seen this story before, havenât I? Yes. Yes you have. (Though, if youâre new to this story, hello and welcome, please enjoy!)
I deleted it a while ago thinking it wasnât fair to leave it up unfinished if I had no plans to continue writing. But, literally out of the blue the other day, inspiration hit me and I was able to actually finish it! Can you believe it? I canât.
So, rather than keeping it for myself and my own enjoyment, I thought Iâd share with anyone who still wanted to see how this tale ends. I know it had a bit of a following and I still get questions about it to this day.
As an added benefit of this reposting, Iâve made some grammatical changes (because sometimes you re-read and you go, wow yikes I messed that up lol) and added some extra bits here and there to add some color and zing. May as well, right?
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! And I swear itâs going to be finished this time. I have an actual ending written and ready to publish!
If you just want to read the new parts, tune back in for chapters 14 and onward :)
Love you friends! <3
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One
He slams the front door closed and it squeaks on its hinges, swinging and clattering against its cracked and broken frame.
He shoves his fist into his jacket pocket, straightening his gaze ahead of him with a white huff of his breath in the frigid air to mingle with the fog that has descended onto the island.
His boots crunch on the rocks as he carries himself onward and he takes note of all the things he has in store for his day. It isn't much, never is, and he curses his sailor's blood for the ungodly hours.
The ground is still damp from last night's storm and the air still smells of it. It had been an unruly thing, the storm, and he'd woken several times at the sound of lightning spiking nearby.
As he walks toward the lighthouse, he shifts his gaze to the ocean that's lapping up against the shore nearby. The water sprays at him and he grits his teeth, breathing in salty gusts of air through his nose.
He narrows his eyes, stopping dead in his tracks the instant he notices a lump lying at the shore, the foaming water washing over every few moments.
The blood drains from his face and his heart begins to pound just a little bit faster, a throbbing beginning to sound in his ears.
He stares for a moment longer, then shifts his gaze a little further up the shore to a brown basket nestled in seaweed and wet sand.
Curiouser and curiouser.
His brow furrows slightly and he pulls his hand free from his jacket so he can comb through his hair nervously.
He starts for the two washed up mysteries quickly, breaths coming out in nervous, shaking huffs, and when he reaches the blue lump, he kneels down beside it.
It's a woman.
She appears to be a few years his junior with sopping wet blonde hair and fair skin. When he examines her, she's breathing, but she's passed out cold. Thereâs blood oozing from a wound in her forehead and he's sure something's wrong with her leg, because it's twisted obscurely.
He winces a little, unsure of what to do. He's about to stand and lift her over his shoulder to help her when a high-pitched squeaking and crying emanates from a little further down the beach in the brown basket.
He can hardly hear the ocean now with how loudly his heart races in his ears.
He rises slowly, cursing under his breath as he makes his way toward it.
"Bloody hell," he mutters, looking down at the basket.
There is a baby, not a small baby, but a baby nonetheless, lying inside, wrapped tight in a blanket, squirming and crying. It's cheeks are red and it looks absolutely miserable.
He can't blame him. A day like today leaves much to be desired.
Killian Jones crouches down beside the child and holds out his arms, glaring briefly at his hook for a left hand, then, with a shake of his head, he reaches in and carefully lifts the child into the crook of his arm.
Having never held a screaming baby before in his entire life, he hasn't a clue of what to do. He bites down on his tongue and grimaces.
"Quiet down," he tries, "You'll get nowhere crying like that."
The child, miraculously, stops.
Killian sighs. "Let's get you inside then. Can't have you out to freeze, hm?"
He stands again, reaching down for the basket with his hand before turning to trudge back to his residence. Worry fills him from head to toe as he looks at the woman again.
Since she's out of it, she can wait until he's settled the child down. He thinks he knows better than to leave such a small human being out in the cold of the morning with no nourishment or comfort.
The baby squirms in his hold and he winces again in fear, because it isn't as if he has a firm hold on the fragile being. He finds his pace quickening almost instinctively.
Killian pulls the door open with his index finger and it slams behind him loud enough that it makes the child cry again. He starts hushing it as he sets the basket on the table in his kitchen, knocking over a bottle of beer from last night in the process.
He doesn't bother to clean up his mess, deciding to take the child into the small living room off of the kitchen where he builds a cradle of sorts out of blankets and pillows he can find.
He settles the fussing child down into the center of the mess and goes to stoke at the fire that's dying out in the fireplace. While it's warming up, he goes into the kitchen for milk.
He thinks that's what babies eat, right?
He isn't sure if it should be cold or warm and hesitates with the milk glass for a few moments, struggling to even find something to use that will fit in the childâs mouth. He decides on using a cleaned beer bottle for the time being and warms up the milk in the microwave before pouring it into the bottle and carrying it into the living room.
"Here we are," he says gruffly, setting himself down next to the lump in his couch. He awkwardly shifts the baby and uses his thumb to cut off the flow as he settles the lip against the child's mouth. "In we go. You're hungry, aye?"
It takes a few moments and some of the milk dribbles out on the baby's chin, but eventually, all of the milk goes straight into the hungry child's stomach, the baby's eyes falling closed as it continues to suckle.
Killian figures he'll have to find something to use as diaper cloths. He'll do that after bringing the woman inside.
It's a mystery to him how two people could wash up on his island.
It isnât as if heâs in a highly trafficked area. It's not even in a shipping lane. In fact, ships rarely come along- only for his monthly supplies.
After the boy finishes the milk, Killian puts the beer bottle on the floor and looks down at the child with a furrowed brow.
He hasn't spent nearly enough time around children to know what to do with him now that he's eaten, and Killian sighs as he decides to strip him of the damp blanket and outfit he's sporting.
Killian tucks the boy into the pillows and blankets again, covering him up so he thinks he's warm, and then carries the wet and cold items over to the fire, hanging them to dry.
With one final check on the sleepy child, he nods to himself and zips up his coat to go grab the mystery woman.
He isn't a horrible man. He likes to think himself rather good on his better days. But he isn't a man who enjoys the company of others. In fact, one of the reasons he's still on this island is because he can't stand himself around others.
He can't trust himself around others.
Killian takes a sharp breath of the cold air and lets it back out of his nose, eyes set determinedly on the blue and yellow lump on the shore.
When he reaches her, he sighs, balling up his hand tightly into a fist before leaning down to scoop her up and onto his shoulder. He's careful with his hook and he grunts a bit when her weight is added to him. She's not very heavy, but he's not used to carrying much weight, so he is quick when he makes his way back to his home.
He moves with expertise through the small residence to his bedroom, the only bedroom, and settles her down on his bed.
She's absolutely soaked to the bone and incredibly cold to the touch. Her blonde hair fans around her head, some of the strands sticking to her peaceful cheeks and forehead.
She's still blissfully unaware of anything that's happened, so Killian hesitates for a moment longer before deciding to start the fire in his room.
As soon as the flames breathe warmth into the small room, he goes to the trunk at the foot of the bed and pulls out blankets to cover her with.
He decides that he should take her dress off to try to avoid hypothermia, so he takes a deep breath, leaves the blankets at her feet, and sets to peeling the wet article from her flesh.
Luckily for him, she's out enough that she doesn't wake as he's taking her britches off, and he purposefully covers her with blankets before he goes to find her something of his to wear in place of her dress while it dries.
Carefully, Killian puts a long sleeved shirt over her top and a pair of loose-fitting pants over her bottom, then slides a pair of socks over her feet and covers her with three blankets, ensuring her entire body is tucked safely and securely beneath them.
Her teeth have begun chattering, a new development thatâs somewhat assuring.
In the process of slipping the pants on, he'd noticed bruising around her right knee and his thoughts easily drift to wondering what could've happened to her, but he can't know until she wakes, so he stores his curiosity and continues to ensure she's sufficiently warmed.
He figures he'll have to tend to her wounds later when she's awake and can tell him more and decides to go check on the child instead while she sleeps.
Killian leaves his bedroom after draping the woman's clothes over the fire to dry. His boots clump along the hardwood floor noisily and he sighs as he settles onto the couch beside the sleeping babe.
If there was anything he'd imagined his day as being like, it wasn't this.
He was supposed to check on the lightbulbs and make note of what needed fixing after the storm, get started on the list, and then drink himself to sleep after a supper of whatever he might scrounge up.
He isn't sure he can just leave the child and the woman here, not when they might wake up at any moment, so he watches the tiny being as he breathes before nodding in affirmation and carrying the tentative baby bottle into the kitchen.
Killian goes about fixing a stew from what he's got in the pantry and figures a way to feed the child with things in his cabinets.
He's sure the woman will be quick to mother him. Perhaps the child belongs to her- he isn't sure.
And anyway, he won't be stuck with them for very long. Just four weeks before the supply ship comes and he'll send them out and away from him again. He'll just have to deal with them in the meanwhile.
He settles back against the cabinets as the stew cooks on the stove, thinking about what he'll do about sleeping arrangements for the coming few weeks, when he hears the child erupt into a screaming cry.
He springs to work, grabbing the already heated milk from the stovetop and bringing the new bottle with him so he can comfort the infant if it's what it needs.
Killian sits beside the lump of blankets and pillows and lifts the child, whose fussing comes to hiccups as he settles him into his arms.
He frowns at the baby. "'s that all?"
He doesn't enjoy holding the child. It's awkward and uncomfortable and it reminds him all too much of a past he'd very much like to forget, so he sets the boy down again and is greeted by his wails once more.
He growls a little, shaking his head.
"You don't understand," Killian says sternly. "I can't hold you."
For a moment, they're sitting there in a stare-off of sorts, and Killian locks his jaw, shaking his head again before opening his mouth to reprimand the shrieking child when his bedroom door opens.
His gaze shifts immediately to the woman, who looks pale and sickly, leaning against the door jamb with all of her weight.
He stands, holding his arms out as she staggers a little.
She swallows and opens her mouth, looking down at the screaming bundle of flailing limbs on the couch.
Killian hastily lifts the boy into his hold to quiet him again and it works. It's overwhelming to hear his cries, to say the least, and when he moves to go to her, she follows him with her emerald eyes.
"Where am I?" she asks, voice wavering.
He shakes his head. "Don't worry yourself with that. You need to get back into bed."
Killian sets the child down with a wince of anticipation, receiving what he prepared for when the child bursts out in upset. He herds the woman back into the room and watches her cautiously as she limps back to the bed.
She groans and pain creases her forehead when she lies back down. "I heard... crying."
He nods and somehow tucks her back in under the blankets.
"Aye. Apologies. The child appears to have quite the set of lungs." She blinks a few times and he finds himself without words. "Is he⊠um, yours?"
The woman shakes her head, wincing a little. "No."
Killian runs his eyes down to the base of the bed and shakes his head again, a sigh slipping from his lips at the development. He looks back to her face.
"I'm Emma."
Killian hesitates, shifting a bit on his feet while he examines her sick face. He doesn't know what to do about her. She's clearly running a fever and it's not like he can force her to rest if she doesn't want to.
"Emma, why don't you get some sleep? You don't look well."
She scoffs, closing her eyes. "There was a storm and I fell from the top deck of the ship. I think I broke my leg."
She winces, then reaches down to pull the blankets away.
Bloody maddening woman.
She examines the leg with pain written in her features and he mentally groans, because he certainly is no doctor and she's stranded here with him for another few weeks.
"I could... try and set it," he tells her quietly. Her gaze flits over to him and he sees apprehension in those solid green eyes. "I set many bones in my time in the navy."
She studies him for a second before falling back with a loud sigh.
"Fine."
He eyes her warily, unmoving.
From the other room, the child is still screeching and sobbing and it's making his blood boil angrily, because he is no longer on his own. He no longer has the stability and security of being by himself. He has two people, two needy people, that he's responsible for.
In all of his time as caretaker of the lighthouse, it's been task after task and menial chores, followed by drinking and television- if the damn satellite worked.
It gets lonely, but he's better that way. He can't hurt anyone if he's by himself.
As his hand settles against her bare leg, he searches for the break. He gives her no warning, which in hindsight was a bloody awful idea, and she screams when he sets the bone with a loud crack.
Two screaming strangers in his tiny home on an island in the middle of nowhere. Bloody perfect.
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Travelling with Erron Black (aka: Take me home, country roads)
Anonymous asked a question Iâve been stuck at the airport for hours now :( so due to that could I have some headcanons of what itâd be like traveling around with Erron please? Iâm sure itâd be more fun with him around lol
First off I must apologise that I couldnât do this when you sent it. It was my birthday. and I was really rather drunk, so oops. I hope you can still enjoy it even though itâs a couple of weeks later, and I hope you were able to board that flight and get home very soon after you sent this to me x
Erron Black has been around for a long, long time, so heâs been to many places through both work and pleasure. If the pay cheque is large enough heâll go wherever you want him to.
Younger!Erron Black:
During his youth he travels on horseback. He can ride a horse with the best of them, and will love to go riding with you/teach you if youâre willing. If you canât ride for whatever reason then heâll try to get you into a carriage/cart. He loves horses and loves to spend time forming a bond with a horse and if you do too it means not only does he think youâre a decent person, but it gives him an excuse to spend more time with you (because this (idiot) man is going to find it super awkward to tell you exactly how he feels for you).
If Erron is on a job that takes him further than a horse will find comfortable, heâll use the railroad. He enjoys the noise of the wheels spinning on the track whilst he lies back against the side of the railcar and relaxing by cleaning his guns. After he finishes tending to his guns heâll watch the countryside changing as the train rides through each county. If he has time heâll jump off the train and explore any of the towns that caught his eye, getting back on the next train through the town.
As he gets older and technology advanced, he tries automobiles, motorbikes, flying and public transport, but finds nothing beats riding a horse.
If he has to travel by car, then he wants an open-topped one. Not only does he miss the outdoors and nature, but heâs a really rather tall man and those long legs of his need some room to move and stretch. He especially hates flying or the underground, he feels like a âGoddamn sardine in a Goddamn canâ. If he has the time heâd rather go by boat than fly to his destination.
Black Dragon!Erron Black:
Going from the warmth of the South to the chill of Russia is a huge shock to his system. Kano pays Erron enough to actually make that move, but that doesnât stop Erron from constantly complaining about the cold. This much snow comes as a huge shock to the system and Erronâs ponchos do fuck all to block out the windchill. Kano is walking around with a shaved head and a sleeveless Gi (and over the years he wears less and less, the exhibitionist, tut tut) and doesnât bat his eye at the cold, but Erron suffers.
Still, when thereâs sufficient coin he takes that job in the Ural Mountains. He doesnât sleep under the stars as he will if itâs a warmer climate, instead heâll find a thickly walled log cabin and wrap himself up in furs. If heâs on vacation/holiday with a partner then heâll ensure the cabin is stocked with enough firewood to last the entire length of the stay, after all, youâll both be naked pretty much the entire time.
He knows next to nothing about Russia before he moved out there, but takes the time to learn the local area, then the myths and legends, so he has something to talk about when wrapped up in the blankets by the roaring fire. He talks of Baba Yaga and her chicken legged hut. Heâll tell you of Silver Hoof and present you with a necklace with a beautiful peridot pendant, the stone appeared where the goat stomps his right hoof. Erron Black may play the loner, but inside his chest beats a deeply romantic heart.
Outworld!Erron Black
Shao Kahn makes Erron an offer he canât refuse, so the outlaw then moves to the warmth and beauty of Edenia. Erron never really feels at home anywhere, but when he arrives in Outworld with its myriad of inhabitants, especially those working at the Kahnâs Palace, he realises maybe they all feel like he does, an outsider in a strange new world, and so Erron slowly finds himself feeling at ease with his surroundings for the first time in his life. He soon considers himself an Outworlder and will introduce himself as such. After all, what is left back at home in Wickett save the bones of all those he once knew?
Using portals is a novel experience, but as itâs such a quick and convenient journey through one he can brush aside any ill effects such as nausea. He doesnât feel squashed into a tin can or claustrophobic, so heâs now happy travelling from Outworld to Earthrealm or anywhere Shao Kahn demands of him.
None of this changes once Kotal becomes Kahn, only Erron is now less worried heâll end up with a massive hammer through the skull.
Any flavour of Erron Black:
If Erron invites you travelling with him, whether accompanying him on a job or a holiday, then be prepared for going off the beaten track. Heâs been there, done that, and if you seriously suggest a holiday to Benidorm or a regular package holiday, then he will not be impressed. He researches meticulously, heâll find that cute little hideaway that is not going to be featured in âTraveller's Guide to Outworldâ or âTripadvisorâ. He wants time to relax, explore and fuck.
Heâs like Bear Grylls, only not a wanker. He knows how to survive in the middle of a desert for as long as it takes to get back to civilisation. He can make a canoe for two out of 3 shoes and a sock. He can build a still out of a juice box and a toilet roll if you run out of booze. Itâs only an emergency if heâs fallen down a wall and broken every bone, not just most of them (and heâd still insist he was ok to fight the bear).
He will however wake you at 4am to start the trek up the mountain or keep you going with âJust one more mile, sweetheart, you can do itâ, even if youâve got blisters upon blisters.
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