#i want to be there Now. time is being wasted right now without you‚ wherever you are

[cyarikaplease]

breaking in the new house

husband!din x wife!reader

summary: you and din break in your new house on nevarro by fucking in every room

“Thanks for taking him for us!” you say, passing Grogu off to Greef Karga. 

“Of course. I love this little critter. Is it date night tonight?” he says, taking him in his arms. 

“You could say that,” Din says, placing a hand on the small of your back. 

You recently moved into a new house on Nevarro following the Mandalorians retaking Mandalore and a spontaneous marriage ceremony for you and Din. And now that you have a stable place to live and don’t have to figure out creative ways to have sex without the Razor Crest, Din wants to fuck you in the new house; every room in the new house. But Karga doesn’t need to know about your plan. 

“Stop!” you scold him, turning around and lightly slapping his bicep. 

“Right… Well have fun you two!”

You wave goodbye to Grogu and turn to walk home. Din’s hand on the small of your back travels down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. 

“Din! We’re still in public!”

“You know I don’t care.”

You sigh in response. “You ready, cyar’ika? I meant it when I said every room.”

“Minus Grogu’s room, of course.”

“We can just do it in the backyard to make up for that.”

“Don’t push your luck,” you laugh. 

You walk up the path to your front door and step inside. Din wastes no time taking off his helmet because you can hear the hiss of the modulator behind you. That’s something you’re still getting used to; seeing his face regularly now that you’re married. Not that you’re complaining. You hear him set the helmet down on a shelf behind you and his hands grab your waist, spinning you around to face him. His eyes are filled with pure lush, pupils blown out so wide leaving only a small ring of brown. 

“What order should we do this, cyar’ika?”

“Bedroom, living room, kitchen, bathroom? Maybe in the refresher at the end so we can wash up after?”

“Oh yeah you know we’re going to be filthy by the time we’re done,” he says, going in for a kiss. 

His lips collide with yours and in an instant the kiss turns passionate. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it lightly and letting out a small groan. He needs to be inside you now.

Your bodies move back and forth in sync, inching your way to the bedroom with you shedding layers of clothing and being careful to not break the kiss. You arrive by the edge of the bed and you’re completely undressed by now but Din is not. He wants you to remove his armor and weapons for him; something he can’t get enough of every time you have sex. The way you respect his creed and treat his armor so gently does something for him. You start with the armor on his thighs, removing each piece and setting them down lightly on the nightstand and working your way up. You take off everything from his breastplate, shoulder pauldrons, belt, vibrances, holster, everything until he’s just in his flight suit. You notice the large bulge already forming against the fabric. He takes off his gloves, boots and flight suit, leaving them in a small pile on the floor. And there he stands in front of you, completely bare. Your riduur being naked in front of you shouldn’t be such a surprise but up until now, sex was always something spontaneous; wherever you could fit it in, leaving no time for him to remove everything and be completely vulnerable with you. But here with you in this house he feels safe. Your eyes trail up and down his form, taking in every detail from his scars, body hair, and tummy. And also his hard cock; roughly eight inches long, uncut with a patch of pubic hair he keeps neat. And it’s all for you. 

“You like what you see, cyar’ika?”

“Always,” you smile, meeting his gaze. 

You sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to take the lead. He falls to his knees in front of your legs and spreads them apart. He brings his hand to your belly and pushes lightly, prompting you to lay down. You oblige and rest your back on the bed, shivering in anticipation of his touch. His hand starts at your inner ankle, slowly moving upwards to your thigh. He pauses and stares at your cunt, already glistening for him and only him. He rests the side of his face on your inner thigh and asks, “Ready, riduur?”

“Please, Din,” you beg, aching for his touch already. 

“So needy,” he chuckles, his warm breath tickling you. 

He brings his tongue to your cunt, licking slowly up and down your sex. Your breath shudders every time he draws closer to your clit. With one last slow lick up your cunt he moves to your clit, sucking with determination to get you to cum. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it every time he adds more pressure. You arch your back in pleasure, writing against him as he keeps sucking on your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Having him eat you out was rare for you, only taking off his helmet under the cover of darkness. And to be here married to him, helmet off with the lights on as he eats you out while you lay on a real bed is something you only thought possible in your dreams. You grind yourself against his face, aching for more contact, basically fucking yourself against his face at this point. With one last swirl of his tongue around your clit you’re coming, costing the lower half of his face with your release. It’s a big orgasm, making all of your limbs feel tingly with pleasure and you’re far from done with orgasms for the night. 

He pulls away once the movement of your hips slows down and sits beside you on the bed, watching your chest rise and fall as you catch your breath. 

“That was amazing, Din,” you breathe out, still a little shaky.

“There’s more where that came from, cyar’ika.”

You giggle and say, “Oh yeah? But now it’s your turn,” moving down to where he was on the floor. 

You kneel beside the bed, taking his hard length in your hand and giving it a few strokes. You press kisses all over his thighs and groin, everywhere but his cock, making him ache for it. You bring your lips to the head of his cock when you decide he’s had enough teasing, swirling your tongue around the head and under the foreskin before taking his length into your mouth, as much as you can fit. You hear him curse and pant above you, followed by a strained, “cyar’ika”. 

Your other hand cups his balls lightly and that’s when you feel him go crazy, completely desperate for more. You bob your head up and down, keeping one hand at the base of his cock and the other holding his balls a little tighter. You switch back and forth between taking his shaft in your mouth and playing with his foreskin with your tongue. His balls tense up in your hand and you know he’s about to cum. You open your mouth and stick your tongue out, stroking his cock so the head rests against your flat tongue, getting ready to swallow his cum. With one last stroke of his shaft and squeeze in his he’s coming hard, letting out a jumbled string of groans, obscenities and your name. You swallow every last drop of his release before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and sitting on the bed beside him, watching him catch his breath this time. 

He grabs your waist and lays down on the bed, pulling you against him. His cock still hard and upright but that was to be expected. He’s been dreaming of his moment ever since he decided to move here. 

“You take care of me so well, riduur,” he whispers, pressing a kiss against your lips. 

“Of course,” you say, kissing him back before moving to straddle him. You sink down onto his cock slowly, both of you sighing at the familiar, warm feeling. His cock stretches your walls and brushes against your cervix; something you had to get used to at first, just the sheer size of him. But now it’s like you two were made for each other, like his cock is right where it belongs; buried inside your cunt.  

You rock your hips back and forth and his hands grip the soft skin of your waist. Every moment you make buries his cock deeper inside you, your breasts bouncing perfectly for him. He removes one hand from your waist and brings it to the outline of one of your breasts, caressing it softly before moving to your nipple. He takes it between his fingertips and pinches it lightly, driving you insane and emitting a soft whine from you. 

“Din, I’m gonna cum soon,” you whine as he moves from one breast to the other. 

“Do it, cyar’ika. Soak my cock,” he says, desperate to feel your cunt squeeze his cock already. 

With one last grind of your hips against him you’re coming hard, the head of his cock nestled against your cervix as you cum. Your cunt flutters and pulsates around him, gripping his cock in erratic patterns. The movement of your hips slows and comes to a stop as your high comes to an end. As for Din… he’s still completely hard. 

“Alright next room, mesh’la,” he says, squeezing your ass. 

You groan, not wanting him to leave your cunt just yet, but you know he’s gonna keep fucking you relentlessly. You hop off of him and stand, knees buckling underneath you already. He grabs your waist to keep you steady before leading you to the living room in front of the house. He grabs his helmet off the shelf and puts it back on, prompting you to ask, “What for?”

“Against the window, cyar’ika,” he says. 

“Against the window?”

“Mhm. In case anyone needs to be reminded who you belong to.”

How can you say no to that?

You draw the curtains and look outside. The sun is starting to set. You situate yourself in front of the window and bend over, sticking your ass out for him and pressing your hands against the glass. He enters you slowly, letting out a modulated moan as he cock returns to where it belongs. Your breasts are flush against the window and your head is turned to the side as he thrusts in and out of you. You have a rush of adrenaline at the thought of anyone walking by and seeing you. The thought of someone seeing you take your riduur’s cock just adds to your arousal. It’s like he can sense what does to you, how wet that makes you. 

“Dirty girl,” he says, “I bet you want someone to see us.”

You just moan in response because you know it’s true. He keeps his grip on your hips tight as he fucks you relentlessly, drawing back and slamming into you with force. Your legs are getting weaker underneath you and if you didn’t have the window to keep you upright you’d surely be collapsing right now. He reaches around you and brings a hand to your clit, rubbing small circles around it as he continues to plow you. And this is it, you’re gonna cum again for the third time tonight. Your third orgasm rips through you, even more intense than the previous ones. A warm tingling feeling originates at your core and spreads outwards, making your whole body feel euphoric. With one last slam of his hips into you he’s coming, too. He paints your insides with his cum, keeping you in place against the window before pulling out when he’s finished. You stand upright and lean back into him. He wraps his arms around you as you both catch your breath. 

“Quick break?”

“Mhm. Quick,” you say. 

He chuckles and lets go of you to shut the curtains and remove his helmet again. You sit down next to each other on the couch, both of you slick with sweat from the evening’s activities. He glances over at you, breathing deeply from being fucked hard and your nipples perked up, eyeing you up and down as you’re curled up next to him. His thighs are spread apart slightly and his cock is still hard in his lap, moving slightly as he breathes.

This is supposed to be your breather but… you can’t resist. You move into his lap and straddle him, sinking down on his cock again. You’re not really looking to fuck again. You just missed the feeling of him inside you. He doesn’t protest or say a word, understanding your actions completely. You lean forward and rest against his chest. He rubs your back and whispers words of praise in your ear. 

“You’re doing so well, cyar’ika, taking my cock like this.”

You hum in response as you relax for a moment, reveling in the feeling of being full without any movement. 

“Ready for the next room, mesh’la?” he asks, after you’ve both had a moment to rest. 

“Mhm,” you sigh, reluctantly pulling yourself off him again. 

You walk to the kitchen and decide where you want to do it. You could have him fuck over the sink but it’d be similar to the position you just did in the living room. You turn to the kitchen table and notice it’s the perfect height for you to splay out on top of it as he stands at the edge. 

“Right here?” you ask, placing a hand on top of the table. 

“Right where we eat, cyar’ika?”

Blood rushes to your cheeks as you feel then heat up. Maybe that wasn’t a good call. But instead he loves it, grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. 

“Dirty girl you are,” he says, kissing you, “On the table for me.”

You nod and feel a little stupid for getting embarrassed but nevertheless you climb on top of the table, your cunt at the edge of the table and your legs hanging over. 

He bends down and licks another stripe up your cunt, something you weren’t expecting and it sends a shiver up your spine. 

“What? I have to eat it on the table, cyar’ika,” he chuckles before returning to lap your cunt. 

You sigh as his tongue tracing around your cunt and back up to your clit, finishing by sucking on it to get you nice and ready for him again. He stands and aligns himself with your entrance, pushing into you once more. But this time he pushes down on your abdomen as he fucks you, right where his cock is buried deep inside you. It’s intense; a newfound sensation you’ve never had before. 

“Stars, Din, that feels good,” you moan as your pleasure mounds. 

“Mhm, I bet, cyar’ika.”

He adds a bit more pressure, not enough to hurt you or bother you but just enough to make you feel even better. His thumb returns to your clit again and you feel like the floodgates are about to burst. And they do. Before you know it you’re squirting all over the kitchen table; all over him. And it makes him feral. Yes, you’ve squirted for him before but he’s never been able to see it without the helmet in the way and he can’t get enough. 

“Yes, just like that, cyar’ika. Cum all over my cock,” he says, fucking you harder as he grows more and more obsessed. Your soft moans and cries fill the kitchen as he fucks you through your orgasm. And somehow, it’s more intense than the previous ones. You don’t know how that’s even possible but leave it to Din to make you feel this good. 

He buries his cock into you down to the hilt and spills his release into you with a groan. His eyes are closed as he rides out his immense pleasure. You can’t believe the stamina he’s had tonight but then again you can. Your riduur is completely feral for you and only you. Completely delirious on making you cum over and over again on his cock. 

He pulls out and stares at the absolute mess you both made. Your cunt is soaked with your release and his, dripping from the table and onto the floor. You sit up so you can see it for yourself, marveling at the sheer amount of liquid you both produced. He grabs your chin and kisses you again, tugging at your bottom lip and growling against you, “Good. fucking. girl.” finishing with another kiss before pulling away. 

He helps you off the table as your legs just keep getting shakier as the night progresses. It’s time for the final round; in the refresher in the bathroom. You follow him into the bathroom and he turns the water on, letting the small space feel with steam. You step inside and let the water run down your body, soothing the soreness you’ve built up tonight. He wraps your arms around you from behind and pulls you into his chest.

“You’re so tired, cyar’ika,” he muses. 

“Mhm. But I’m not giving up, not now,” you sigh. 

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss by your ear, “Turn around for me.”

You do as you're told and turn around for him, facing him and staring down at his still hard cock. He bends down and picks you up by hooking his arms around your thighs, pinning you against the refresher wall and bringing you down onto his cock. It always amazes you how strong your riduur is, how he can pick you up and fuck you so effortlessly. He plows into you against the wall and you think back to all the different places and positions you’ve been fucked in tonight. You’re truly spent but that doesn’t mean you’re tapping out now, not at the final round. 

Your bodies are pressed up against each other, warm and wet from the shower. His biceps are peppered in droplets of water as he keeps his grip on you tight, fucking you in truly an animalistic way. His hair is getting wet from the water above and you take a mental picture of this sight; the first time having sex in the refresher with Din. 

The sounds in the small bathroom are truly obscene, between your moans, his grunts and the sound of skin colliding with skin you’re grateful no one is around. With one last slam of his hips you’re coming undone, writhing against him and the wall. He keeps his arms hooked tightly around your thighs as he cums, too, releasing his final load of the night inside you. He keeps you upright against the wall until he’s sure you’re done riding out your high before letting you down gently, helping you get steady on your feet. 

“Thank you, cyar’ika,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him.

“Of course, my love,” you say, “I had so much fun and I’m glad we finally have a home together.”

“Me, too,” he says, kissing your forehead. 

He knows you’re exhausted and he wants to take care of you. So, he grabs the soap and starts washing you, lathering up your body as you hold onto him for stability. He rinses you off and washes himself quickly to get you into bed already. He helps you out of the refresher, keeping your hand in his as you step out. He grabs towels and wraps one around your shoulder and his own around his waist before walking you back to the bedroom. He helps you dry off, running the towel up and down your legs, across your back and the rest of your body. You both choose to sleep naked and pressed up against each other. You both crawl into bed, resting your head on his chest as he rubs your back and kisses the top of your head. 

“I love you, cyar’ika,” he murmurs.

“I love you, too, Din,” you reply, feeling sleep start to overtake you.

“Oh!” he says suddenly, “We forgot the backyard.”

“Let it be a morning delight, my love,” you whisper.

“Deal,” he whispers back with one last kiss to the top of your head.

That was certainly a way to break in the new house. 

[skunkes]

hi im gonna sadpost for a bit

[sinfulwrites]

Their Favorite Sex Positions

Hello hello~ I was scrolling my dash and came across @missjellyhead and her post on the same topic and wanted to write my own with my faves... Give their post some love! I messaged them for permission, but I'm not sure if they're active lately....

I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing again. Please accept this small drabble!

Enjoy!

NSFW warning.

Michael Myers: Michael is prone to having sex wherever he is. Why waste time going to the bedroom when he could fuck you now against the wall? Michael can hold you up effortlessly, so if your legs are getting tired, he will simply scoop up your legs and continue fucking you. If a table is nearby, Michael will bend you over it and fuck you from behind. If there’s anything on those tables, they will be rocked off by the strength of his hips. If you are in bed, though, he is still inclined to fuck you from behind. He feels more comfortable taking his mask off and biting on your shoulders when you can’t see his face.

Jason Voorhees: Sex is a sacred thing to Jason. His beliefs are rather traditional, and as such, his preference is missionary. In the bed, in a dark room where he can be comfortable taking his mask off and lavishing you with kisses. Jason is not opposed to other positions, but his go-to will always be missionary. In his mind, doggy style is the dirtiest.

Thomas Hewitt: Thomas was raised in a traditional home. He was taught that sex was purely for making a baby, and it would be done in missionary under the blankets. Meeting you and starting a sexual relationship had changed his views on the matter, but he is still inclined to fuck you in missionary. He loves the closeness, seeing the faces you made in response to what he did to you, and of course being able to kiss you. In the early mornings before his work, Thomas liked to pull you close against him and have some slow morning sex. Spooning you allows him to keep you even closer than missionary can, and allows him to have a shameless grab at your chest. There has also been more than one occasion of you two being outside the home getting in a quickie in Thomas’s lap. Riding him is a treat to him, as he has an obligation to himself to make you feel good. Knowing you want him to feel good gets him all emotional afterwards. Expect a tight hug and tons of kisses.

Asa Emory: When Asa fucks, he fucks hard. If the bed isn’t slamming into the wall, he’s not doing it right. Doggy style gives him the freedom to pound into you without your hips and thighs restricting him. His preference for anal also makes it even more appealing. Doing it from behind also gives him the freedom to slap your ass and yank your hair back to whisper in your ear about how much of a slut you are. Watching your face as he fucks you is also ideal, however, so if he fucks you from the front he shoves your knees into your chest to give himself complete access to slam his hips into you. He will use rope to tie your legs where he wants them so he can leave his hands free to choke you as his cock knocks the wind out of you. We would be here all day if we brought up all his bonds and sex chairs…

Jesse Cromeans: Jesse loves to see the faces you make as his cock slides in and out of you. He especially loves to make you see yourself with his mask. Spreading your legs and fucking you on your back is a safe position for him, but it is far from the only way he enjoys you. His favorite is fucking you in front of his giant mirrors. Jesse will bend you over on your hands and knees and fuck you from behind so he can pull your hair and make you watch in the mirror as his hips slam against your ass. He shamelessly enjoys being ridden and will happily prop himself up on his pillows and let you ride away. He loves to film you riding his cock, and he will definitely have you watch the tape with him later. Other days, he will have you ride in reverse to watch it in his mirrors. In the back of his car, he loves to make you ride him until the car is rocking. 

[gilverrwrites]

idk if this is too weird or dark but I’ve been thinking about Arkham Knight Jason and Slade ruining Jason’s replacement by brainwashing her or feeding her Ivy’s aphrodisiacs, so every time one of them walks in the room, you’re ready to please them. You learn to automatically open your legs or get on your knees when you hear heavy boots approaching wherever Jason’s keeping you. Jason films a lot of it too, like when Slade will find a spot on the floor and you’ll immediately move to straddle him, grinding a little as you lean down to suck the old man’s tongue.

Related posts: one, two, three, and four.

WARNING: NON-CON/DUB-CON, brainwashing, corruption, degradation, spit. Just, these two should come with one of those toxic waste symbols on their heads.

Oooohhhhhhhhh, Ivy’s aphrodisiacs but not telling/gaslighting you into believing it's all on you, you just want them so fucking bad. You're lucky to have them to take care of you. Your body isn't betraying you, it just knows better. It's your base instincts telling you you're not meant for heroism, you're meant for fucking these nasty, dirty men.

That's why you feel so flushed whenever they're in the same room as you, that's why you can't help opening your legs and bucking your hips when they look your way, that's why just the graze of their gloved fingers on your cheek makes you cry in frustration, makes you beg for more.

"You should be so fucking grateful, letting you ride our dicks." Jason likes to taunt, with his face buried in your bouncing tits, finger in the flesh of your hips. "Where would you be without us? Still at Batman's beck and call. Waste of a perfectly good slut."

There was a time when you would kick and scream whenever you were even left alone with Slade. He used to tease you, threatening to bind and gag you, knowing full well he much preferred the thrill of the fight, preferred taming you the hard way. Now, now he just whistles and you're at his feet like a good little bitch in heat.

"I don't think a minute goes by where you‘re not thinking about this cock being inside you. Is that right?" He'll coo as he holds you steady, cock pulsing in the back of your throat, making sure you choke on him until tears are streaming down your pretty face. When he finally lets you go, you know to say 'Yes, sir." If you want him to keep using you.

Also, anon, I gotta say, the image of Jason filming while you grind in Slade, sucking his tongue, fingering his silver chest hair, just being a good girl for that filthy old man is sending me and has been since I read this like WHAT.

Jason jacking off to the whole display, spitting the vilest shit while you grind a stain into Slade's pant leg with your disgustingly wet pussy. “You like that, you needy whore? Old mans barely even touched you and you're creaming all over him.

Feels good, right? Letting your body do what it wants, take what it needs?

Oh just you wait ‘til I get my hands on you baby, you're not gonna know a word that isn't ‘fuck’ and ‘please’ by the time I'm done.”

Slade doesn't even care when Jason calls him an ‘old man’, not when you're sitting pretty, drooling on his fingers and begging for a good fuck.

"You look so good getting fucked like that, pretty girl." "She feels fucking good, you like that don't ya?" "Yeah! Yeahyeahyeah yeah, please don't stop." "Oh, don't worry, you nasty slut, I'm not stopping anytime soon." "Now smile for the camera bat-brat, this is going out to all of Gotham. Say 'Hi Batman!' Ha, blow him a big kiss baby."

And you're so fucking out of it from the pheromones or just, the euphoria of being bent and twisted and praised and degraded and railed just right, or whatever reason, that you do exactly that; With Jason's fist in your hair, his spit on your face, a smile on your lips. You flutter your lashes, waving limply into the lens as you say 'H-hi Batman! MuWAH!'

Shit, what if when they're not around they have all the footage Jason took playing on a loop wherever they're holding you. Intermitted with clip/photos of you pre-capture To remind you of how far you've fallen.

[perfectlyoongi]

SOULMATE!JIMIN who joked that his soulmate didn't exist in that era. Jimin saw couples wherever he looked, and between the caresses and words of love from strangers, Jimin just couldn't see that sweet future for himself. maybe he didn't have a soulmate; he never felt love, never thought about loving, never thought he was worthy of loving or being loved — his soulmate certainly didn't exist in that life. “maybe the gods don’t think i have the right to love. maybe that’s why i’ll never have a soulmate.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who questioned his beliefs when he met you. maybe love is something meant for everyone; maybe love is something that helps us live life; maybe, but just maybe, love exists for Jimin in the midst of your laughs and smiles, your words and touches painting constellations in Jimin's heart, always leaving him to question his belief: could you be his soulmate? “you bring with you the heavenly doubt that consumes my heart. you make me want to believe in a soulmate. you make me think i'm worthy of love.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who felt the world changing from the moment he started loving you. it wasn't instantaneous, it wasn't like the stars brought your hearts together immediately, it wasn't like the gods sang your romance; no. it was slow, tender, loving you was like planting a flower, seeing your relationship blossom into something so intense, so deep that it made Jimin's entire world turn upside down. “now that i’ve allowed myself to fall in love with you, it seems like nothing else makes sense in this life other than our love.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who believed he would always be happy if you were with him. how could the negativity of the world touch Jimin if he was protected by your essence? how could the tragedies of the universe ruin Jimin's life if you were always and constantly by his side? how could Jimin not be happy when he was loved by you? your entire cosmic soul shone brightly in Jimin's life, expelling any and all darkness, always sheltering his fragile heart. “there is no darkness in this world capable of consuming me when your love shines so brightly within me.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who only saw a life by your side. it was when Jimin met you that his life began to have some meaning, all his motivations being driven by the knowledge that your presence, your love, would always be there waiting for Jimin; it was like being blessed by the universe itself, it was as if the gods themselves had taken a celestial pen and written in starry tones an entire bright future for Jimin, just for you being in his life. “our life is engraved in the various celestial constellations, making it impossible to live without you.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who gave you kisses steeped in longing. Jimin missed you for entire lives, your presence was something Jimin constantly needed to feel good about life; he didn't love you immediately, he took a while to get to know you and all this precious time seemed like a waste in this life, so Jimin kissed you longingly, melancholy painting his lips, the need to make up for all the time lost moving his sweet lips. “let me show you how much i missed you my entire life. let me show you how i loved you before i even met you.”

SOULMATE!JIMIN who asked the gods to find you in the next life. loving you in a single life wasn't enough — Jimin had so much love for you that he couldn't express it in a single life; therefore, he asked all the gods and stars, engraved in each constellation his eternal desire to be able to love you in the next life and in all the others that followed. he just wanted to love you forever. “i think the cosmic dust of which the universe is made is at the core of our souls and will eternally guide me to you.”

[fizzigigsimmer]

Harringrove Halloween Ficlet

I didn't have time to participate in kinktober or to write a full spooky fic this year, but there is no stopping my love for this season or how it gets the plot bunnies hopping. Shout out to @robthegoodfellow for listening to my brain rot and helping this come together.

I was laughing at all those "Satan impregnates his bride" memes, and IDK bumbling Satantic Witch!Steve was born.

~*~

The Bride of Satan.

There’s a naked man on Steve’s bed. Maybe hey's still a boy. No telling. He’s built like - holy shit - but there’s a roundness to the slope of his shoulders and the edges of his face, that could be called baby soft. Could mean he’s closer to Steve’s own age of nineteen than the wear and tear on his body and the layers of compact muscle imply.

Steve absolutely does not look at the naked man’s dick, so it doesn’t factor into the boy vrs man argument blitzing through his head, like at all. Not that it should. That would be weird - and also Steve doesn’t have time to worry about how old the stranger in his bed is. He needs to figure out some way to send him back to wherever he came from. And, most importantly of all, he needs to repeat the summoning spell before the moonlight is gone or the ritual will be ruined. If he fucks up the ceremony there will be no way to hide it from the rest of the coven.

He looks back down at the heavy book he’s been studying for months in preparation for this night, rereading the steps to the spell. He did everything right. He’s sure of it. Said the words to invite the devil in and strengthen the coven.

He drank the wine and ate the herb at just the right spots, and stripped himself down to his cotton briefs without tipping over from the high. He’d felt the tingle in his fingers and toes spread out in a warm rush all over his body just like Paul (who had done the ceremony the year before) had described when he'd asked.

Roll the blades of willow grass in… wait. Shit. Realizing that he’d already read that part, Steve blinks slowly and refocuses his eyes on the page. This would be so much easier if the page would stop pulsing. He doesn't pretend to understand the magic, but right now there should be a naked girl in his bed. Maybe a witch from one of their sister covens, or just some ordinary girl from the suburbs who wouldn’t know anything about fertility rituals or witches; but a girl.

Because it’s a god damned fertility ritual! Frustrated Steve heaves the book aside and drops his head into his arms, defeated. The Child is definitely not coming this year. Fuck! He’d messed it up somehow. How had he messed up this bad?

Steve swallows and tries to ignore the little voice of shame in his head that says he knows exactly how the ritual failed, and Nancy's voice following it like an echo.

You have to believe. You have to want it Steve or it loses its power.

Yes well. Forgive him for having mixed feelings on ushering in the birth of the anti-christ. That's like - huge.

The sound of shifting on the bed alerts him to the fact that the stranger is waking up, but Steve can’t muster up enough care to look up from his knees. His life is pretty much over right now. If he’s not banished from the coven for good for being such a colossal waste of witch, he’ll eat his hat. Paul's seed hadn't taken but at least he actually completed the ritual!

“Uh…who the hell are you?” The man on the bed says in a softer tone than Steve would have expected for someone waking up in his position.

The words are right, but the blond sounds kind of slow and muzzy, like he’s about to fall back asleep. So not a witch then. Ordinary humans aren’t as tolerant of the magic as satan's daughters and their descendants are. Thank the morning star for small blessings. It means that when this stranger wakes up back in his own bed or wherever the devil found him, he won’t remember any of this.

"I'm fucked." Steve answers into his knees, and the stranger shifts again on the bed.

"Oh. Well hi Fuck-Head. I'm Billy."

Steve snorts a laugh, surprised that it's only a little bit bitter. Okay. That was funny. Intrigued despite himself Steve raises his head and peers over at the man. He's sitting up now, balanced on one elbow, gazing down at Steve with soft blue eyes fanned by honey colored lashes. Steve gulps.

"How come you're not scared?"

Billy shrugs.

"Either this is a dream or Eddie was right and I'm about to be sacrificed to the devil." he answers, head moving back and forth slowly as he eyes the ring of animal bones and rows of burning candles that surround the bed.

"Eddie talks too much." Steve grumbles, before it sinks in that if Billy knows Eddie than he must be a local. There are obviously non-believers in Hawkins but the Coven has been going strong here for hundreds of years so maybe Billy comes from a family of witches after all. He doesn't know why a little spark of hope starts burning inside him at the thought.

"So I am being sacrificed?"

"No. I mean you were supposed to be," Steve tries to explain while Billy gives him a skeptical look. He sighs. "Look yeah I summoned you but you're not right for the ritual, so I guess you're off the hook."

"What, you telling me I'm not a good enough human sacrifice Pretty Boy? Last time I checked I fit the bill."

"Last time you checked, huh?" Steve huffs, biting back a smile. "I don't think there are qualifications for human sacrifices."

Billy shakes his head with a click of his tongue.

"See that's where you're wrong. What if I was like a rapist, or had murdered a bunch of kids? The sacrifice has to be pure right? Where's the fun in devouring a soul that is already hellbound? "

He's definitely a witch! Steve thinks, elated, only to doubt himself a moment later. Or maybe he's just super into the occult, like Eddie.

"Babe. Blond. Virgin." Billy ticked off on his fingers, a shit eating grin creeping over his face. It's a little unsettling what with the glaze over his eyes. "That's how it goes, and I'm all three baby."

Steve huffs a laugh. Can't help it. Yeah thats how it goes in the movies, but in reality the devil isn't all that picky about who humans decided to serve up in his honor. That is a trivial human decision gladly left in the hands of his faithful followers. It is the end of the world and the coming of The Child that he took very very seriously.

"Well lucky for you this isn't that kind of sacrifice."

"What kind is it then?" Billy asks dropping his hand into his lap and shifting on the bed.

"It's - are you jerking off?!"

Billy's hand pauses momentarily where it's rubbing over the stiffening flesh between his legs. He sounds surprised when he answers.

"Oh. Yeah. Kinda super horny actually."

Oh. Right. Of course he is.

"That's part of the magic." Steve explains. "It's easier to complete the ritual if you're in like a faugh or whatever."

"Horny fog. Got it. And this ritual, what's that about?"

"Well it's layered. We offer the devil a host and he strengthens the coven."

"Uh huh."

Steve bites his lip. Swallows. It is very hard trying to recall his ceremonial history when Billy keeps stroking his cock like that. It fits nicely in his hand. Not comically big, but just big enough and flushed an almost pretty shade of red.

"In exchange he takes our seed, our mortal flesh, and sews into another." Steve finishes in a rush. "To make a baby. Sometimes."

"Fuck. That's weird." Billy says, stroking himself faster. Steve can't take his eyes off of him.

"Yeah... very weird."

"Didn't think old lucy was such a family guy."

"He's not really. There's only been daughters so far and he needs a son."

For some reason this made Billy toss back his head and laugh.

"Sounds like my dad."

Steve doesn't have to ask what he means. Most of the dads he knows are pricks and Billy can't mean he's devil born. If The Child had come before now Steve wouldn't be in this predicament - which would be sitting on the floor of his bedroom with a raging hard on, watching a stranger jerk off in his bed.

"So you see now? I fucked up. I can't do the ritual and that's gonna weaken the coven."

Billy hums, and the sound goes straight to Steve's dick. Fuck he's starting to leak and it's just embarrassing because there's no way to hide the wet spot seeping through his briefs. Why is this his life?!

"How do you know you fucked it up?" Billy suddenly asks, jerking Steve out of his spiral.

"Huh? What do you mean. Billy, I can't impregnate you!"

"You could try! Damn it, I'm dying over here." Billy cries in exasperation releasing his dick - now an angry looking red bordering on purple - and Steve scrambles to his feet in alarm as Billy throws himself backwards onto the bed.

"Billy-?" Steve reaches for him, worried as the blond squirms on the bed before flopping over onto his stomach and grinding his hips down into the mattress.

"Look. You said sometimes. Sometimes there's a baby. But your coven still gets its power boost or whatever the fuck." Billy grunts between humps. Steve has no idea where he's going with this.

"Yeah?"

"So, I'm here! I'm here and obviously devil spawn isn't required, so just fuck me!"

Billy is right Steve realizes. He's so right! He's beautiful and brilliant and so so right!

Grinning, Steve shucks his briefs. He's on top of Billy a moment later.

[crusty-chronicles]

Yu Yu Hakusho Men Reacting to Receiving Flowers

Synopsis: How the men of Yu Yu Hakusho react to receiving flowers and if they'd get you some in return 🌺

Yusuke💥

He pretends to be offended, but honestly it makes his heart melt

The fact that you went out of your way to actually buy him something makes him feel special.

Doing it just because without expecting anything grand in return.

If you give him flowers in private, he puts up less of a fuss.

“I'm not sick or anything, you know. Besides, you could've just plucked some weeds instead of spending so much money.” He says after (not so) begrudgingly taking the small bouquet from you.

Already knowing they won't last more than a week in his care. But still trying to hide the heat rising to his cheeks.

But if you give him flowers in front of his friends, namely Kuwabara, he makes a big show of it.

“What am I? A girl? Or did you just wanna take on gardening, because there's no way in hell you actually got me flowers.”

You end up calling him a jerk before leaving.

And he feels really bad after.

Despite his tough guy act, he genuinely does care about you and hates to see you upset. Especially when it's because of him and his big mouth.

So he shows up later to your house with an even bigger bouquet of roses.

“I'm sorry for being an ass. I didn't mean it I just…didn't want- Well, Kuwabara would never let me live it down.” He tries to explain.

But you weren't buying it, judging by how you still hadn't opened your door all the way. So he tries to apologize again the only way he knows how.

“I'll take you out wherever you want for a week if you let me in?” He says hopefully.

“That's not enough. You really hurt my feelings today.”

“Two weeks. And I'll buy you flowers every day. Your favorites~ sunflowers.”

He keeps true to his word and makes sure to always accept whatever you gift him with a huge smile from now on.

No matter if it makes him look like a softie or not.

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Kurama🦊

He's thrilled

Will point out and explain what every flower means.

What each part of the bouquet symbolizes

Please buy this man red roses

As cliche as they are, they symbolize love. Your love.

And he can't help but be smitten by the fact.

He's not the slightest embarrassed whether you give them to him in public or private.

Even if the others tease him for it, he'll just come up with a witty remark to shut them down.

“Maybe they think you're a girl after all,” Yusuke said, followed by another taunt from Kuwabara.

“His delicate features got to them.”

“What a funny way of saying the two of you have never thought of getting your partners flowers before? You do know Valentine's Day is coming up right?” Kurama shut down.

And the both of them start racing to the nearest boutique. Pushing and shoving each other out of the way.

When you gift Kurama flowers, they don't wither away within a few weeks.

Instead he'll use his demon energy to keep them alive for years.

Might even plant some of them to make a new bouquet for you in the future.

All in all, it's one of the few gestures that makes his heart beat just a little bit faster. And he cherishes each and every bud.

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Hiei ⚔️

He could care less tbh

He isn't all that familiar with human gestures, so he doesn't know what to make of it when you present him with a bouquet

“Are you taunting me?” He asks.

And you have to explain to him that sometimes humans like to gift flowers to their lovers as a way to show affection.

He personally thinks it's a waste of time and energy. A few weeds that shrivel up and die within a week are supposed to symbolize your feelings? Why waste your human currency when he can just show you affection through his actions. i.e. watching over you.

He tells you as much too, but the second he sees you deflate, he quickly snatches them up.

Grumbling out a ‘Don’t start sulking like a child. I didn't say I rejected your little gift.’ And a ‘Next time don't bother. Come to me directly.’

Hiei will only receive your flowers in private.

You will not be able to catch him in public to give them to him.

In fact, he rarely goes out during the day. Preferring to wait for you at home.

He will also not mention it to the others and trusts you'll do the same.

Your relationship is private, and he prefers to keep it that way.

While Hiei personally doesn't see the appeal of giving flowers, he knows you do.

Which is why you wake up one morning to see a single white orchid on your pillow

And he'll deny it was ever him that left it there.

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Bonus Jin🌪️

The purest of bois

He's absolutely ecstatic when you give him flowers

Like Hiei, he doesn't understand many human gestures. But it's the fact you're giving him something that makes him so happy.

You could probably give him a rock and he'd have the same reaction

He eventually asks you why you brought him flowers.

And when you say it's because you love him, he's practically jumping with joy. Picking you up in a strong hug and swinging you around a few times before placing a smooch on your cheek.

“You've got me ears wigglin’ and everything!” And sure enough, the tips of his ears are jittering about in excitement.

He'd like to return the favor and get you flowers just as beautiful however-

“We've got a few pretty plants in demon world, but they'd probably bite your head clean off. Woosh! Just like that.” He explains.

He settles for bringing you little wildflowers whenever he has a chance to visit instead.

He's a little fascinated to find out there's meaning behind each flower.

He just figured they were pretty and that's it.

When you tell him a baby’s breath (which he thinks is an incredibly weird name for a flower) means long lasting love, he swears he can feel his face warm.

So he tries to find you flowers that hold meaning too.

The color red always seems to mean love, so most of the flowers he gifts to you in return are that color.

He's just an absolute sweetheart all around 🥺

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY 💘

[emojellyace08]

Hi! Big fan of your oneshots. Can I request a female Gojo x lookism men characters. Where Gojo dies and is reincarnated into the popular webtoon Lookism but "HE" became a "SHE". Gojo being gojo causes mayhem wherever she goes and rizzing people especially teasing the students at J-high because she is now their teacher. And Gojo is more chaotic than Goo and I imagine her saying to Gun, "I'm the strongest". Since he reincarnated as a girl and in a world without curse energy he doesn't have any CE but he is still super strong just like the OP characters in the webtoon especially since he's an expert in the martial arts. He still has the six eyes but not as OP and draining he just can see really well than the average person.

Female! Gojo Reader x Lookism Cast!

𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀 (𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐥). 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 (𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲) 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬,𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝)

In the world filled with infinite possibilities, you wouldn't expect to end up in another universe. You, one of the most (if not) powerful sorcerer in the whole world ends up dying in the hands of Sukuna. And you wouldn't expect to get reincarnated in an ordinary world without curses. Well, that's what you thought at first.

You were first confused at how did you turn into a baby. But lucky for you, your family is part of one of the most wealthiest and powerful Yakuza in Japan. Growing up, you were confused about your identity. Asking your mom if you really turned into the opposite sex. "Ma, can I ask you something?" "Sure darling, what's the matter?" she asked with a sweet tone as she prepares your meal. "Am I really a girl?" "Well, physically you are a girl. But if you feel like not fitting with the other little girls, it's okay if you like masculine toys. But inside of you must be always genuinely kind and is ready to help others without wanting anything in return."

You may still have the familiar sapphire blue eyes, hair fluffy like clouds, skin white as snow, and your personality intact with your female body, you still can't help but to feel weirded out in your early life. Without your powers, you felt the familiar feeling of dread linger through your soul. All the training and physique were wasted because of that monster! But you forced your dad to teach you martial arts. He almost scolded and beaten you up for "disobeying" his rules as you are not fitted to replace his heir. Feeling that familiar burst of pride in your heart that wanted to explode and lash out to him and knowing to yourself that you have LOTS of experience in your past life as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, you trained yourself for years to prove your own father wrong and show him who really is the weak one. Time-skip ahead, you successfully graduated and hired as a teacher for Physical Education knowing that you are body-kinesthetic.

You made your way into the school hallways with your bag. Instead of books for your lessons that you will discuss about, it's filled with sweet treats (and some lip balms to keep yourself ✨sexy, gorgeous, and daring✨. You remember high-school days when many teenage boys at your age often fight outside your house when they used to court you. "Sorry, I'm not attracted to men and girls are really scary! Sheesh people are so cheesy these days!"

Knowing your instincts, you tend to be a bit too friendly with other people as you are excited to annoy another living soul in this earth today. "He~~LLO!" you greeted quite loudly as the poor guy squeaked in surprise at your presence. "WUAH FUCK! Oh, shi- I'm sorry sunsengnim!" (teacher). "Oh, NO WORRIES PAL. You must be new here, right?" you questioned as you introduced yourself to the new student. "Well, I am (*insert female name here*) and according to every men and women that I had rizzed, I'm the most prettiest and sexiest woman and teacher in this country. Well then nice to meet you." you winked as to express your friendliness as he awkwardly shook your pale hands with his sweaty ones. "Ah, I'm sorry for the overflowing enthusiasm. Let's go to your new class for us to meet them!" you chuckled as you ate your mochi, even offering to share Hyung-Seok but he politely declines.

The moment you and Daniel entered the Fashion Department class, everyone's jaws dropped as it almost hit on the floor for dramatic effect. And you know that you weren't wasting their time when you gave all those candies as prizes by making up a warm-up game before classes begins as they are already fond of you! The other boys trying to impress you as you platonically tease them even though you have no romantic attraction on them. And the GIRLS WOULD LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Your hair and eyes also makes them fond of you (especially Zoe since she's a Beauty-Nerd). "OMG ARE YOU AN ANGEL OR SOMETHING?!" she squealed as you let her braid her hair as you relaxed on your chair and placed your legs on the teacher's table despite it being against the rules on free time. The others were doing their own shenanigans as you keep telling them to quiet down. "So, you think I'm hot or something? I'm glad you know. Oh Zack stop abusing Jiho's hand it's just arm wrestling!'

And they also enjoy your performance activities too! Since their courses is all about sewing with those mind-twisting history behind it, of course they will get sleepy and stressed out about it. But being the bold and bright-spirited that you are, you know school won't be fun without a little stretch of your body. So you make sure that whatever you teach them sports will be easily followed, yet you tend to forget to uncomplicate the rules since you're pride and confidence gets in the way at times. Sports and a little bit of martial arts (especially with the boys) are so fun! Being competitive, you taught them not only the basic techniques and skills that all can master. But you also thought them discipline when using it as you also sighed to yourself that you can get a bit cocky when fighting too as the adrenaline keeps chasing you to your high when fighting a strong opponent. You can see Daniel, Zack, heck even Jay taking down notes to this. The other departments are also fond with you as they really idolize you as their teacher (especially The Architecture Department).

But despite having your comedic side, it's rest assured that you are not letting anyone slide whoever tries to mess with you or anyone you know or fond with. The bullies will just stare at you cowardly as you look back at them with your striking cerulean eyes yet they seem uncanny because of your menacing expression. "You little fuckers, didn't your parents told you to not disturb anyone in the way?" "WE'RE SORRY SUNGSENGNIM!"

Yet since your family background is REALLY involved with the gangs (and the 4 major crews as you have minor knowledge around it), you started to get involved with the drama. Not only because you want to protect the innocence of your students as you grew fond over them, but because you tend to get a bit bored on teaching and pissing off your co-teachers. You smirked as the thought of fighting strong opponents excites you.

And you're excitement matches up with the sturdy and powerful fighters in this universe. You even helping out your students to bring down some of the most-feared men in Korea like Jonggun and Jungoo. You even got to flirt with them with a moment before you went face-to-face with the two as you declined their offer as they asked you to be their new member for Charles Choi's success.

"Miss, I'll ask you again. Why is it that you don't want to join our team? Are you so worried about leaving your students?" The black eyed male whispered at your ear as crimson-red blood drips down to his chin as you smirked at the bruise you gave him at the side of his lips. "And for a hottie like you, I didn't expect you to be this strong! So why not join us for a million won and even more?!" the blondie exclaimed as he swung his pipe as his weapon of choice. Him looking around at the building with lots of damage done from your fighting. "First of all, that's three questions. And yes, I have no plans to team up with your shitty team since I like hanging out with my students. And lover boy take note of this, I'M GOING TO SHIT ON YOUR FACE BECAUSE I"M THE STRONGEST!" you maniacally laughed as you landed a kick on Shiro Oni's face once again as he's starting to feel aroused excited about the energy that you're giving him. "If so, then LET'S FUCKING KILL EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW!" he ripped his shirt off as he rushed towards you as you did the same with that smile. "OI YOU'RE FORGETTING ME HERE I'M THE MAIN CHARACTER!" Goo replied as he plans to attack you from the back.

[fatuismooches]

I'M BITING MY HANDS I NEED MORE ZANDIK AT THE ACADEMY.

I love the little zandik at the academy, I love webttore, I love the grown-up dottore with gray hair and a little wrinkles. Ohh I can't😣😣

I NEED THEM ALL.

Cooked up some more Akademiya Dottore hcs for you anon...

Whenever he wore the Akademiya's hat with his uniform, you'd always steal it and he'd get mad, but eventually he gave up and let you hog it. It's probably a little big on you and as revenge, he'd make fun of you for looking dumb. Same with his clothes, for some reason you'd wear his Akademiya uniform to sleep sometimes? Zandik doesn't understand but every time he tries to pull it off of you, he's been unsuccessful, so he'll just let you be a strange little human since it seems to be working for your productivity... Centuries later he's learned to deal with a few shirts going missing and then you returning them after a while because they 'lost his scent.' (He wears the same outfit anyway, no big deal).

Thanks to you, there were quite a few times the professors actually listened to him. Other peers pretty much never vouch or stand up for him so it does make them think a bit when a student such as yourself does do it so vehemently. Zandik says you don't need to waste your time on it since he doesn't really care what they think, but he did manage to get a few more research opportunities thanks to you. In the beginning, he was pretty much clueless on how to express some sort of gratitude since he couldn't force out the words 'thank you' for the life of him. It was very funny for you to watch.

Group projects become so much better once the two of you get comfortable with each other. Both of you have been victims of doing all the work. You were quite excited to work with someone like him because you know of his intelligence and how he gets down to business. Meanwhile, Zandik was quite skeptical and annoyed to work with you in the beginning because he thought you were just another person who would end up leeching off him again.

However, he was surprisingly yet pleasantly proven wrong. He's especially impressed with your writing in the reports/essays, but he's never going to admit that. At least not now. The synergy between you two and your minds is something he doesn't know how to deal with at first, having dealt with so many of the opposite situations, but it's one of the biggest things that Zandik grows to be appreciative of.

When the semester is over, all students need to leave/clear the dorms until the next semester begins. Most return to wherever home is, but of course that's not something Zandik has, so most times he manages to rent out a place for a while. When you met him in the beginning he would just disappear to Archons knows where and then come back as if nothing happened next semester.

It takes a long time for him to tell you. When he does, he claims that he regrets it due to how often you show up to bother him, but in reality, he finds himself lonely without your company. As even more years go by, eventually he "invites" you to live with him. ("Invites" as in he never directly says it. Just drops subtle hints so you would ask him first instead). You're just happy to be able to cook for him more often (and 24/7 cuddles!!) (Just me trying to push my domestic Zandik and Reader agenda).

Just frequently being with each other but not needing to interact with the other. Both of you just do your own things in the peace of knowing the other's there.

Doesn't like when you ask others for help when he's literally right there. Please ask your genius scholar bf first. It doesn't matter what the problem is. Just ask him otherwise he'll get huffy and glare at you. No, you're not wasting his time by doing so. Rather, you're wasting both his and your time when you decide to go to other people first!

Coming home from expeditions. For some reason despite how tired you are, you want to feed stray kitties. It becomes a sort of tradition for you two.

This one was said a while ago, but I'll bring it back again (x, x, x) but you needing to wipe Zandik's hands because he keeps breaking pens and splattering ink everywhere. Whenever you see he gets a little too excited, you swipe the pen and start writing light-speed so he doesn't try to steal it from you for being 'too slow.'

[literaila]

Hey you! <3 I’ve been wanting to send an ask but sending them even in anon gives me anxiety. I’m sorry that I finally got the courage to at possibly the worst moment but Idk when the next time will be.

Idk if it’s just me but that one ending comedy short when Gojo and his students were freaking out about Megumi being seen with a girl, I liked the goofiness of it but mostly hated how they portrayed Satoru as creep. Idk if that was in the manga but whoever green-lit that, wtf 😬 that’s just me. I was just hoping you could rewrite it including reader from TF and however she would react. I can imagine Satoru trying to ruin it but oc is holding him back. Or whatever you can come up with, I’m not creative as you lmao. Sorry if this is too long.

Hoping for a speedy recovery ❤️‍🩹

(PLEASE never fear me and my inbox we are very open and bored constantly. send me a hate anon even!!! i will be inevitably entertained!!)

so i thought about it for… couple hours. and honestly—i can’t see the scenario really playing out if reader were there because she would want to go with megumi wherever he wandered off to… unlike satoru and nobara who are discouraged by the heat

but…

you’re not watching anything, really.

if you’re standing ten feet away from yuji and megumi while they look at some kiosks with ridiculous accessories and good luck charms—the sorts of things that megumi would never buy (you know because anytime satoru picks him out something of the sort you find it in tsumiki’s room a few days later)—then it’s just because you’re browsing.

you are not trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. it’s just that, well, yuji talks a little loud and you’re a naturally curious person.

it’s nothing much.

and you’re definitely not leaning a little bit closer to them every time megumi responds, not trying to hide a grin when you pick up on the conversation that’s going on. you’re shopping. there’s no ulterior motive here.

(but if there were… who could blame you, really? is it so wrong to care about your sons friendship? about the one person he’s acted slightly… reckless towards? your sensible, nonchalant son? the same one who you’ve caught smiling around fives times now?)

still, when satoru sneaks up behind you—resting his head on your shoulder in a split second—you jump a little.

okay. maybe you’ve gotten a bit distracted.

“what are you doing?”

you flinch away from his breath on your ear, your heart picking up almost involuntarily. it’s ridiculous that your body has the urge to shiver, even after a decade of this kind of interruption.

“satoru,” you say, breathing out. you look over to him, where he’s grinning by your side. “i thought you were too exhausted to come.”

“i was. but i caught a scent of some manju nearby.”

you roll your eyes. “of course.”

satoru’s hand sneaks around your waist, his eyes twinkling behind his sunglasses the whole time. you allow it, because you’re stupid, and lean against him.

“and i wanted to check on my wife, of course. make sure she wasn’t wasting away without me.”

“it was mostly the manju though, right?”

he kisses your head, rubbing his nose against your temple. “you’re so cute. have i ever told you that?”

you just roll your eyes again. but don’t bother to push him away—even though it’s dreadfully hot outside and you might die of heatstroke.

at least it’d be a happy death… and satoru’s more likely to share his sweets with you this way.

he hums. “are you going to answer my question?”

“i’m shopping,” you pointedly look away. damn it. he’s distracting you.

megumi and yuji are a couple of stalls away now, and you have to pick up your pace a little bit, so you can catch up to the boys.

satoru laughs. “huh. that’s weird.”

“i don’t know what you’re implying.”

“i could’ve sworn you were attempting to spy on megumi and yuji.”

you give him a glare. and then attempt to pinch the arm clutched to your side, but satoru takes your hand before you get the chance. “i don’t spy, satoru.”

“clearly.”

“did you leave nobara behind? you’re supposed to be watching all of the first years.”

“you think kugisaki is the one i need to keep my eye on?”

you look forward to where megumi and yuji have stalled—the latter placing some ridiculous sunglasses on your usually prickly son. “okay, fair.”

satoru grins at you again.

the two of you share a knowing glance, looking at the boys. there have been many late night discussions about this very subject. many lectures about satoru keeping the very boundaries you’re breaking currently.

but who can blame you? honestly.

“what’d you hear?” he whispers in your ear, already in on this agenda.

your smile is mischievous, and you just open your mouth when there’s another body on your left side, arms already crossed.

“are we watching itadori and fushiguro try to flirt again?” nobara asks.

[anisespice]

tall fem reader?

tall fem reader!!! thanks for the request, anon :)))

hq ver.

pairing: college!tr x tall!fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI, suggestive language, reader mentioned in chifuyu’s but not present, mild mild mild cat-call in hanma’s - just crack overall, honestly lol feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

notes: planned to make this a whole x whoever you want type beat, BUT figured just doing a headcanon broken into different heights would be more efficient lol plus MORE CONTENT - gonna make a pt. 2 with some hq men, but for now — t.rev! :))) hope you enjoy <3 !!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow

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When it came down to a relationship, MIKEY wasn’t shallow enough to let physical appearances stop him from pursuing someone he wanted—He liked what he liked, fuck what anybody else had to say about it. The blonde never had issue with your drastic height difference, seeing it as more of a perk than anything else. His best friend was tall, so why not his girlfriend? It just meant whenever he walked down the street, he’d look like a total badass with his two attractive beanpoles at his side.

However, a lot of the buzz on campus mostly centered around Mikey’s height rather than yours. It never bothered him, but it certainly got you tight anytime someone tried to uplift you whilst putting him down in the process.

“A shrimp like him wouldn’t know how to handle all that leg of yours, mama. Lemme take you out tonight, show you a good time with someone who’s more on your level, whaddya say?”

Barf.

Mikey would merely give them a dead-stare; unbothered king. You, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to knock them down a size or two.

“First of all, your busted-looking ass could never be on the same level as me. Second of all, where my man lacks in height, he makes up for elsewhere, so he handles me very well, thank you. You’re probably the type to just shove it in without any sort of technique, thinking that’s enough to get a girl to finish. My man won’t bust once until I’ve came up to four times, the fuck can you offer me besides being six-foot? Hm? That’s right, not a damn thing. Remember that next time you talk shit, dirt-neck.”

Read him straight to filth. And God forbid Mikey had his gang with him anytime some scrub tried to spit game, best believe they’d dog the guy until he scurried away in humiliation. It always filled him with great adoration for you wherever you checked someone in his defense, your entire relationship giving off the same energy as that one meme with Kevin Hart’s character being protectively held by the lady. It’d been put in the groupchat a number of times just to tease the delinquent, but he’s unashamed at the fact you could easily pick his ass up. If anything, he was all for it, even requested piggy-back rides from you more often than his right-hand man—Draken’s back appreciates your sacrifice.

Now let someone try and spit game at him.

“Yeah, normally guys feel emasculated when their girlfriend’s taller than them, y’know? I’m surprised you don’t, though. No offense, [_____] just doesn’t seem like a good fit for you. I mean, must be tough to lay in the same bed, or even put her in your lap without feeling smothered or crushed. Wouldn’t it be much better to have someone a little smaller-”

“She could sit on me until my pelvis collapsed, and I would thank her. And, full offense, if I was single, still wouldn’t pick you even if you put a gun to my head. Keep my girl’s name out your mouth, you don’t deserve to breathe the same air let alone be on first name basis. Now, quit wasting my time—Do you have the notes from yesterday’s lecture or not?”

You don’t play about him. He don’t play about you. Period.

And as far as sharing a bed, cuddling or otherwise, Mikey was a sucker for being held like a damn squishmellow. Didn’t matter if you took up most of the leg space, dude would be wrapped around you like a python, so snug and warm you’d be lucky to even escape his grasp for food or the bathroom. Once he’s sleep, he’s SLEEP, and then you become the squishmellow.

“Mikey, I will be right back, turn me loose-”

“Zzzzzz…” out like a light. Drooling and everything, face smushed up against your boobs, just content. You’d think he’d been working the graveyard shift. And God forbid he ended up laying on top of you, sprawled out starfish style…you for sure weren’t going anywhere then.

Even if you expressed this dilemma after he woke up, the blonde merely yawned. “Just pick me up and carry me with you…”

“You’re smoking crack if you think I’m gonna haul your ass with me into the bathroom. I love you and all that, but we ain’t at the stage where I can comfortably use it with you in room.”

He shrugged. “Mm. Guess you don’t have to go that bad. G’night.”

“Mikey.”

“Shh, I’m sleeping…”

A gremlin. But, your gremlin. ♡

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CHIFUYU still can’t believe he bagged you, frfr.

There’d be moments where you’d catch him staring, as if he figured you’d disappear the second he took his eyes off you.

It’d get a little creepy sometimes, but it was endearing all the same. He wasn’t the shortest guy, though he wasn’t the tallest either, and standing next to you was a constant reminder of that. Not that he held any resentment toward you for it, he absolutely loved your height. However, there was always some form of insecurity that would resurface anytime someone called attention to it.

And today, his best friend and co-worker, Baji, would not only be the culprit, but an unlikely source of reassurance.

While they were stocking up inventory, the ravenette couldn’t help but notice the stool his friend was using to put a box in a particular high place. Wearing a mischievous grin, Baji pointed. “Oi. You should take that home with you. That way your girl won’t have to strain her neck when she kisses you.” He snorted, thinking he was the funniest man alive.

Normally, something that lame wouldn’t phase him, but guess today he was feeling a little more sensitive. With a grunt, the former blonde coolly spoke, “Maybe you should shut the hell up, and stock the damn shelves.”

“Whoa. What’s up your ass?” Baji furrowed his brows, walking over to lightly kick at the stool’s metal leg, making it jerk. Chifuyu sharply gasped, latching onto an empty shelf to steady himself. He exhaled, relieved, then shot a glare. But, Baji wasn’t perturbed.

Chifuyu sighed. “Nothing. I’m fine...”

“Fine my left nut. You don’t get short like that unless there’s something on your mind,” not the best way to phrase that, but at least he was genuine. Chifuyu rolled his eyes, coming down off the stool to brush past the ravenette.

“Not in the mood, alright?”

Baji was left standing there, dumbfounded.

The entire vibe had been thrown on its head, and he didn’t understand why. Awkwardly, he went back to assorting through the contents within the nearest box, bottom lip stuck out in thought as he briefly glanced at Chifuyu’s back mere feet away. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He knew not to pry, but curiosity always won gold in the end. Baji replayed the conversation in his head, using his impeccable deductive reasoning to draw his own conclusions.

And then suddenly, an epiphany.

Without a hint of warning, the ravenette quickly walked over and slapped his friend in the middle of his back. Chifuyu yelped, nearly dropping the box in his hands before whipping around to fix Baji with a wide, incredulous look. “T-The hell?!”

“So. She dumped ya, huh? [Sigh] Look man, don’t beat yourself up, a lot of guys fumble the bag from time to time. If ya need a shoulder to cry on…don’t use mine, but ‘tora might let you-”

“Hah?? What are you—[_____] didn’t dump me, dumbass!”

Baji blinked. “Oh. My bad, jus’ figured that’s why you’re in your feelings.”

“And you thought the best thing to do was to hit me, then tell me to cry on someone else?” Chifuyu squinted when the arsonist gave a shrug. He sighed again, carefully setting the box down. “It’s not about [______]. Well, technically. The other day we had lunch with a few of her friends. They apparently have been dying to meet me for some time. And things were going great until…”

Chifuyu trailed off, leaving Baji in suspense.

He grunted. “‘till what? Jus’ say it, bet it isn’t even that bad-”

“They were shocked to see her with someone who barely came up to her elbows.”

Silence filled the storage room. Chifuyu continued to keep his eyes trained elsewhere while his counterpart merely stared for what felt like hours, but only seconds. And then…

“Pfft.”

Chifuyu looked up and sneered, blushing furiously as he threw a chew toy from one of the boxes at the fiend. “Hey! Don’t laugh! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is??”

Baji, to his dismay, effortless caught the toy, even squeaking it a couple times just to annoy him more. Taking a moment to collect himself, the ravenette still wore his sharp grin as he spoke through airy giggles. “So? Who cares what they have to say?”

“I do! They’re [_____]’s friends, everyone knows their approval is just as crucial to the relationship as the parents…if not more.”

“Mm. Pretty sure you’re overthinking this.”

Chifuyu gave a sarcastic laugh, “Pretty sure I’m not.”

“Alright. Lemme school ya on how women operate when they get in their little cliques.” Baji dusted off his hands, missing the eye roll the former blonde gave once again. With his pointer held high, he declared, “If majority of the friend group is taken, they’re just being protective. No doubt they’ve been there for every heartbreak, every fight, ‘nd jus’ don’t think anyone’s good enough for [_____]. Jus’ gotta keep your head down, and don’t give ‘em any reason to be weary. Simple.”

With a slow, skeptical nod, Chifuyu pursed his lips at his fellow delinquent. It wasn’t unlikely, so at least he’s correct in that regard. However, the line between facts and feelings began to blur the further Baji continued.

“But, if majority of them are single, then you’re screwed either way —Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Wow, that’s so helpful. You sure schooled me, Baji-san.”

“‘m serious. You gotta watch out for the single ones in the friend group. They’re all passive aggressive, try to get under your skin, push your buttons. Then, before you know it, they’re in your head, get you so worked up only for them to turn around and play victim, saying you can’t take a joke, and now you’re the fucking bad guy! Classic textbook emotional manipulation—Don’t fall for it. ‘cause they’ve got it down to a science, I’m telling ya.”

Chifuyu’s eyes widen at the sudden intensity that overtook the room, taking a small step back when Baji jabbed his finger at him, as if he were warning him of some conspiracy. “Uh…you good?”

Baji took a moment’s pause. Then, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, got a little carried away. All’s I’m saying is, don’t sweat. Lotta chick’s pick on the best friend’s new fling, t’s like a war tactic—Poking at our fragile egos ‘nd all that. But, seems like you did fine, otherwise you’d be crying all over ‘tora right now.” Baji shrugged.

Chifuyu blinked, now his turn to be dumbfounded. “Huh.”

He frowned. “‘Huh’? I jus’ gave you some killer, black-pilled insight on cracking their code of conduct, and all I get is a dry-ass ‘huh’? Tsk. I’m charging you next time, goddamn freeloader.”

Chifuyu glared, but softened soon after. After taking his words into consideration, the former blonde couldn’t help but feel lighter. “It’s just... didn’t expect that to actually make me feel better.”

Baji scrunched his nose. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean? Oi, don’t ever doubt my knowledge. It may be selective, but I got it when it counts. Besides, thanks to me you won’t take that stool home after all.”

“I wasn’t planning to take it home in the first place.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, elbows.”

“Hey!”

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“Hey, baby, those legs go all the way up?”

It was moments like this where you detested not being able to blend in with the average crowd. Attention always seemed to gravitate toward you no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, like being covered in honey while trying to walk in front of a herd of bears. And it didn’t help that you were currently wearing heels tonight, accentuating your legs even more in the little, black cocktail dress you sported. You were headed to a party a mutual friend of yours was throwing, and you wanted to surprise your man by wearing the new Jimmy Choos he bought you, knowing how much he loved how your legs with the extra height on them—Evidently, so did the prowling degenerate on the streets.

You had elected to ignore them. HANMA seemed to have other plans as he came to a complete stop in his tracks, slowly turning around to walk up on the moron who had the nerve to open his mouth. Low, golden eyes gazed down at the waste of space, face calm but a murderous aura oozed off him like pheromone, suffocating the slimy bastard into submission as he attempted to shrink away. But, he wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.

A wide, eerie grin spread across his face. “Could’ve sworn I just heard you cat-call my girl right in front of me. But, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that. Right?”

The guy nervously looked back for reinforcements but his buddies were already long gone. Hanma’s grin immediately dissolved from his face, kissing his teeth before grabbing the guy by the front of his collar and twisting. “Fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Hanma wound his arm back, dead set on knocking the guy into an early grave until you intervened at the last second. By grabbing onto the balled up fist, you brought it to your lips to place a tender kiss on the inked skin. You felt his muscles relax, but he still held the offender by his shirt, only slightly playing attention to you cooing in his ear.

“Baby, you promised no fighting tonight, remember?”

“I know, doll, but this fucker,” he shook the guy around in his tight grasp, unhinged grin making its appearance once more at the sound of him blubbering, “deserves to have his shit rocked for even looking at you. I’m just gonna teach ‘em a little lesson about manners, that’s all. I’ll be quick.”

You scoffed, “You and I both know you don’t do quick.”

Hanma snickered. “First time for everything, right?”

“Shuji.”

Tugging on his arm, you were able to redirect all of his focus onto you, sinister eyes melting into sweet caramel as his pupils dilated the second they locked on yours. It always did something to him whenever you came up to eye-level. Sure, you were already pretty tall but the heels nearly had you towering him. It gave him a weird sensation, one that made him want to drop everything and worship you like the deity you were. Especially in situations like this.

Hanma felt like the smaller one for once. It drove him insane.

You fixed him a stern look. “Drop him.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he discarded the guy onto the pavement like an old can, wild eyes eagerly watching you and waiting for your next request. Taking his free hand into yours, interlacing your fingers, you led the rest of the way by pulling him from the nobody now cowering near a bush, no doubt rethinking his life choices while you kept onward to your destination. You didn’t get all spruced up to not be seen tonight, and you’ll be damned if any more time got wasted on some loser he’d put in a coma after one hit. After a short moment of silence, you expected Hanma to be mad at you for not letting him knock someone’s teeth loose. But when you glanced back at him, you should’ve known you’d be greeted with absolute smugness as you shook your head in mirth.

You elected to ignore the obvious tent in his pants…but he’d surely plan for you to do otherwise later on.

[manias-wordcount]

Something Worth It (Dick Gumshoe x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗷𝗼𝗯 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛 (𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗽). 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗲. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗕𝗝 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲- 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s getting a little on the later side of the day. The sun has already set. And the nightly new cycle has already started to show repeats of the highlights from earlier today. You had been waiting for him to come home all day. Wasting time. Killing time. Waiting on time. And yet, funnily enough, you don’t even hear the door opening.

  Oh, but you feel it.

  You feel it when he comes sliding up behind you. You’re gasping and nearly jumping back as you react to his touch. But that doesn’t slow him down. That doesn’t stop him from stepping in all nice and close to you. Pressing his chest to your back and wrapping his arms around your waist. Squeezing once. Squeezing twice with a heavy sigh. If you had any thoughts of this being someone other than your husband- they were dashed in a second. You know your man too well. Just like he knows you too well.

  “Dick! I thought you were coming home later!” You exclaim, unable to keep the smile off your face. Even for the light scolding you were about to give him. “I was supposed to still have more time!”

  At that, your husband chuckles- the beginnings of a growing five o’clock shadow tickling your face. His laughter comes out as a low, warm sound right by your ear. Something pleasant. Something that makes you shiver. Something that makes you just want to turn around and wrap your arms around him properly. Squeeze him as nice and tight as he’s holding you. But unfortunately for the both of you, your hands are a little full. 

  “Missed you too much,” He murmurs in response. His hands place themselves on your hips, letting you have a little more room to work and breathe. Still, he clings to you like it’s nothing. Like he’s white on rice. His fingers draw shapes into your body overtop of your apron as his lips start to press behind your ear and on your jaw. Loud, yet soft, needy kisses. Here, there, wherever you let him in this moment. As if he didn’t kiss you goodbye on his way out from work this morning. As if the last time he saw you was many, many, many mornings ago. But as sweet as it is, all of it serves as a distraction. A big one. One that you know he’s aware of- especially after you feel his smile widen against your skin after a frustrated huff passes through your lips. “Whatcha making?”

  You turn your eyes towards him. And the curious look on your husband’s face trying to peer over your shoulder without toppling with his big frame is a bit of a funny sight- even if it’s the same thing you’ve been seeing for the past couple of years. But you suppose there’s no point in hiding it. He’ll find out eventually if he keeps lurking around and hanging off of you. Whether it’s through his nose or his eyes, at some point, he’s gonna ruin his own surprise. Well, ruin it more than he already did. He was supposed to come home much later- after you were done cooking- then he did, after all.

  “Frying up some steaks,” You tell him, and it’s nearly impossible to hide your giggles as you watch the expression on his face morph from surprise to complete joy and excitement. You flip the current steak you have in the pan to show it off to him. It side that’s just been flipped up is now a beautiful brown color- a little bit of charring but nice and thick and juicy. Just like he likes it. And while the strip steak in your pan is just one of many, but you swear, the look on his face made you think that this was the only steak left in existence. Some guys say more with their eyes and their stomachs than their mouths, huh? “Thought you might need some after the day you had.”

  At the slight mention of work, his face falls. Just a little bit, but it’d be impossible not to tell.

  “Oh…you heard about all that?” He mumbles absently. You nodded solemnly but didn’t say anything more. You know things down at the station haven’t been going too good. The news has been covering the current homicide case that he’s been working on quite a bit and the pressure put on him and the other members of his force seems astronomical. Especially now that it’s come out that the culprit is someone Dick has worked with in the past and trusts with all his heart and soul…

  But you don’t want to talk about his work. You don’t want him to think about it anymore. At least for the night. Because you know in the morning, he’ll be waking up earlier than you and kissing your goodbye before your alarm goes off to get you up for your own job. In the morning, it’ll be back to work- back to paperwork and fieldwork and meetings for him. But for the night?

  Tonight is just for good food and sweet kisses. 

  “Go wash up sweetie,” You tell him gently, before turning your head and placing a kiss on his cheek. Instantly, he’s blushing and looking a little more like the young, bright-eyed boy you were always crushing on rather than the hardworking, handsome man you fell in love with. But you suppose, with him, it’s always going to be the little things that you love most of all. The morning kisses. Cooking each other favorites. Holding each other tight and never letting go. It’s always going to be the little things. “Dinner will be done before you know it.”

  And because it’s the little things- you don’t even grumble or complain when Dick starts making a fuss about you putting him out. You just call him sweaty and tell him he smells like whatever lake he’s been poking around in. But you do it all with a laugh in and a smile, even long after he’s disappeared down the hall and out of your view. Because not every day is promised in his line of work. Not every night he’s gonna come home early and ruin his own surprise. 

  So that’s why everything has got to be seen as special. So, so special. After all, you still have him. And he still has you. And you’d like to think that’s something worth fighting crime for. Something worth coming home to. Something worth staying alive for.

  Something worth it- for both him and you.

[headphonegrl]

“I can’t tell if I like them or not.” When Jude was walking through the aisles of the supermarket he thought the idea of ketchup-flavored crisps was a good one, but now after trying them he’s not so sure. Something in him seems to get giddy when he’s in foreign shops, like the feeling of being on holiday as a kid comes rushing back to him all at once.

You laugh at the confused face he’s pulling, the sunset behind you is melting into the beach in a swirl of orange and pink. The kind of sky that only follows after an unbearably hot day. “You’re still eating them.”

“I need to make up my mind.” He rubs his hands together to rid them of crumbs and sand. If he wasn’t exhausted from swimming for almost two hours straight, he would get up from his towel and try to shake some of the sand off it.

“I’ve made up mine.” You lean over to point at the text on the packet. A couple of days ago you both bought matching bracelets from a market stall, and now yours is soaking wet against your skin and planting big droplets of water wherever you move your hand. “Morally wrong.”

“You haven’t tried one!” He adjusts to lean on his side, resting his cheekbone against the palm of his hand. There’s a sudden breeze of wind that smells like saltwater and it moves your hair around like you’re in a pretty dream sequence. He watches as you pull your towel tighter over your shoulders, moving so your knees are closer to your chest. “Are you cold?”

“No.” You flutter your eyelashes shut, placing your temple against the tops of your knees. “I’m okay.” 

Jude only responds by making a content humming noise. The sun is right behind the side of your face and it’s making you look so pretty that he doesn’t want to waste the moment on something so unimportant as words. He wants to take a mental picture, he wants this to be the screensaver of his brain. The way your skin is covered in a sheen of sand like that mermaid on television he had a childhood crush on. The way there’s still a little gleam of water on the tops of your cheeks. He needs every detail so he can save them in the drawers of his mind, so there’s a place to go when he’s feeling glum.

He clears his throat like he wants to say something profound, but nothing seems to sit right on his tounge. So instead he does what he did when you both kissed for the first time, on that bench in the torrential rain. The same gesture as when he saw you in that pretty sundress, on his doorstep like there should be a halo floating above your head. The exact thing he did when he told you he loved you, on a random Saturday morning while watching cartoons.

He reaches out to wrap his fingers around your wrist, moving to press the palm of your hand against the side of his chest. Right over where his heart sits, so you can feel how fast it’s beating against his ribcage. 

“What?” It’s so quiet that it probably couldn’t even be categorized as a whisper, more like you’ve taken a little inhale of breath. Jude knows you’re only saying it because you’re flustered, not because you’re confused. That there’s this understood clause in your relationship about what the gesture means. That it’s saved for when things can’t be put into words.

He holds your fingers there until he really feels like his heart might burst, like your hand might burn a print into his skin. Wondering how everyone who’s ever been in love has managed to survive it, how they came out the other end alive without melting into one big embarrassing puddle. Though he supposes that too would be hard to put into words, so instead he just says – “You look very pretty.”

[astrid-sama]

Chrollo Lucilfer x Kurapika

Hi, sorry I haven't posted anything lately. I hope you enjoy.

Most children learn what a soulmate is through stories told by their mother, but Chrollo has no mother and learns what a soulmate is by accident.

He remembers when he found an old storybook among the waste of Meteor City, it told the story of two lovers who after facing a thousand difficulties finally manage to live happily ever after, that was the first time he heard about soul mates, and how he deals with all beautiful things and falls in love with them instantly.

He was born without the mark of a soulmate but he kept telling himself that he had to be patient, that he just had to wait.

Every morning Chrollo had the habit of checking his arms, hoping that something had happened during the night, but every time he woke up his skin was always the same and the more time passed the more he began to believe that perhaps he didn't have a soulmate.

He is nine years old when he feels a burning pain creeping up his arm and hand.

For a moment there is only the hot, throbbing pain but then, when he lowers his eyes to check his wound, time seems to stop.

His heart begins to race and he can't help but feel a warm sensation in his lower stomach.

There on his right arm there is an expanse of flowers that have not yet bloomed, a symbol that somewhere in the world his soul mate, the other half of his soul, has just been born.

For as long as he could remember, Chrollo had always dreamed that one day his skin would be adorned with flowers and now that it has finally happened he can't contain his happiness.

Chrollo knows that children of Metor City like him are not allowed to dream of things like soulmates, he knows that for those who are condemned to live among the garbage like him, a soulmate is nothing more than a burden, a weakness to use against him; but despite everything he still allows himself to fantasize and smile.

Then suddenly a thought hits him, will his soulmate ever be able to accept him for who he is?

His soulmate is probably with a loving family, with plenty of food and warm, soft clothes, but he has nothing, dresses in old torn clothes and eats scraps.

His soulmate will go to a nice school and maybe even learn the art of music or painting.

He looks at his hands and finds them full of cuts and calluses, they are the hands of a murderer, of a thief, certainly not those of a child.

He stopped being a child a long time ago.

He looks down at the old, hole-filled sweater he's wearing and realizes that his soulmate was very unlucky to be destined for someone like him.

Despite everything, Chrollo waits for the moment when he will meet his soulmate, waits for the moment when the flowers on his skin will bloom and he will finally be able to taste the most complete happiness.

That night he softly kisses the flowers on her wrist and whispers "I love you" hoping that wherever his soulmate is he can hear it.

Chrollo discovers what having a soulmate entails when he meets Shalnark and Uvogin. They are the perfect example of soul mates; in some cases they are the opposite of each other while in others they are so in tune that Chrollo began to think they could read each other's minds.

Shalnark and Uvogin are very lucky, they found each other very quickly and, being both from Meteor City they had no problems regarding what they had to do to survive in that hell they called home.

Chrollo envied them so much.

It had been years since his mark had appeared and he still hadn't met his soulmate.

At first he had hoped that he might be somewhere in Meteor City, so he had spent his days looking for him without getting any results.

While waiting to find his soulmate, at night, when no one could see him, he began to fantasize.

"What color will his hair be? And what color will his eyes be? Will he want to talk about books with me? Will we be like Shalnark and Uvogin?...-

Even though thoughts about his soulmate made him feel a warm feeling of happiness, he knew, in a corner of his mind that he tried to keep hidden that there was a possibility that they would never meet, or worse, that his soulmate despised him.

-We should take the job! They promised us a lot of money! We could even keep some for ourselves, I heard that their eyes are more beautiful than any ruby, they would make great collector's pieces!-

-Shut up Uvo, it's the danchou who has to decide-

Shalnark said as he tried to silence his soulmate. Uvogin laughed and gave Shalnark a kiss.

Scarlet eyes, Chrollo had never heard of them before some slimy rich guy asked the phantom troupe to bring them to him.

They belonged to a people who lived isolated in the mountains, the Kurta clan; their eyes turned a deep red color when they felt strong emotions.

Scarlet eyes were considered one of the wonders of the world, it was said that they shone brighter than rubies and that the red of their irises was more intense than blood; some believed that their irises were red due to their connection with the devil, others believed that they were proof of their divine descent.

Everyone agreed on one thing, those eyes were beautiful and there were certainly not a few people willing to pay millions to have them.

Chrollo was instantly infatuated.

He tried to imagine that he was holding in his hands that treasure that no man had ever been able to have; he imagined their intense and indescribable color and their beauty which they say leaves you breathless.

From the first moment he saw them he had felt an irrepressible desire to possess them.

He wanted them, he wanted them so much; and he would have them because he always gets what he wants.

-Danchou what do you say?-

He was brought out of his thoughts by Nobugawa.

-Let's get them all-

The air is so thick with the ferrous smell of blood that Chrollo can almost taste it as he makes his way past the destroyed huts and the tortured, eyeless corpses.

In the distance he can hear the agonized cries of those who are not yet dead.

Most of the members of the phantom troupe are in the main square, some were busy counting their loot, others are carefully placing the eyes in jars to prevent them from being damaged during their escape and still others (Feitan) are searching some survivors to have fun with; it is clear that they have found their prey when, in the distance, a loud scream is heard followed by a disgusting snap (a neck being broken probably).

By the time he gets to his target, the boss, his shoes are caked in mud, blood and guts and Chrollo can feel a headache just thinking about how much of a hassle it will be to clean them.

He dips his fingers into the pool of blood that has formed around the lifeless body of the tribal leader and uses it to write a message on the robes of the kurta.

-We took what we wanted, if you come looking for us we will kill you.

P.T -

A few weeks later Chrollo wakes up, even before dawn, in immense pain.

It doesn't take him long to realize that the excruciating pain he is feeling is not physical but emotional.

It's such an overwhelming and oppressive sadness that he feels like he's falling into a gigantic abyss made up only of pain.

He feels as if his soul has been torn to pieces and there is a huge weight on his stomach that doesn't allow him to breathe; he immediately leans forward and tries to catch his breath.

He only realizes he's crying when a tear falls on the back of his hand.

Shortly after the tears come the sobs, Chrollo puts a hand over his mouth not wanting to be heard by the crew.

He can't remember the last time he cried, it's been too long.

Some of his sadness is replaced first by amazement and then by hatred as he realizes that what he is feeling is only a reflection of what his soulmate is feeling.

He gnashes his teeth and clenches his fists in anger, he swears, he swears on everything he knows that he will kill the bastard who made his soulmate feel such pain, he swears that he will make him suffer so much that in the end he will want nothing more without death.

He lies down with the tears that still don't stop falling and the sobs that still shake his body; he lifts his sleeve and gently kisses the flowers on her wrist "Don't cry my love, everything will be okay. When I finally find you I won't let anyone make you suffer any longer"

Chrollo knows that his words cannot have reached his soulmate, but after having uttered his reassurance he feels when the boulder on his chest becomes slightly smaller and he feels overwhelmed by great happiness at the thought that perhaps it was him himself.

Chrollo is not afraid.

Even when the chains wrap around his body and he is dragged away, into the back of a speeding car, he is not afraid.

The beat of his heart remains calm and constant, he has lived surrounded by death since he was a child, the thought of dying does not disturb him in the slightest.

He remains calm even when he senses the chain user's plan to use him as a hostage to blackmail his companions.

The spider is strong, he has faced a thousand difficulties, a thousand opponents, one stronger than the other and they have always been victorious, he knows that they will be able to live without him.

He may be the leader but the user of the chain is a fool if he believes that the spider will let himself be broken by his death.

He has no value as a hostage.

He hopes that his companions do not give in to the demands of the chain user.

He hopes that his companions remain faithful to their promise and put the phantom troupe at the top of their priorities, it is the spider who has to survive, not him.

Chrollo didn't expect the user of the chain to be a woman.

He would never have imagined that Uvogin's killer was so thin, so physically weak; but on reflection, it is precisely its delicate and fragile appearance that makes it so dangerous.

-What do you have to look at?-

-Nothing, I didn't expect you to be a woman-

-Did I say I was? Don't be fooled by appearances. Be careful what you say though, your every word could be your last-

Chrollo raises the corner of his lips slightly in amusement.His captor won't kill him, or at least he won't while his friends are in the hands of the phantom troupe.

-You will not kill me, not with your precious friends prisoners of my spiders-

-I advise you to be silent, I'm not so calm as to ignore your provocations-

-That girl's prediction didn't mention any of this so it's just an insignificant event-

He internally smiles at the irritation and hatred he is making the chain user feel.

It's his way of avenging Uvogin's death.

However, he is not lying when he says that for him this is an insignificant event, he has found himself involved in so many dangerous situations, in so many murder attempts that for him this is nothing more than a normal afternoon.

-Do I have to explain it to you? I consider this situation an afternoon coffee break-

Before he knows it a strong punch is thrown against his face.

The impact is so strong that his head almost hits the glass.

He can taste the ferrous taste of his blood in his mouth, but despite this he continues to smile.

Then suddenly a hot, throbbing pain begins to feel strange on his arm and, the realization of what has just happened leaves him stunned, for a second he feels nothing, he can't move, he can't speak, the only thing he can do and look into the crimson eyes of the chain user, no, the eyes of his soulmate.

Chrollo had long fantasized about how his meeting with his soulmate would happen, but certainly such a scenario had never occurred to him.

As he looks into his soulmate's eyes he sees emotions running across his face, amazement, uncertainty, doubt and finally hatred.

He can't really explain why but the mere idea that his soulmate, Kurapika, hates him makes him feel a deep sensation of pain.

In less than a second Kurapika rolls up their sleeves to reveal their soulmate marks.

Chrollo is entranced by the sight; on her skin, where once there were only small buds, there is now an expanse of wonderful flowers with a color that varies from white to red.

-No! It can not be true!-

Chrollo is jolted out of his thoughts by Kurapika, his voice so low that the words nearly escape him.

He takes his eyes away from the beautiful flowers on his skin and focuses on Kurapika's face.

For the first time he gets a good look at him, his blond hair so shiny it could be mistaken for gold, his lips that seem so soft and tempting Chrollo to kiss them, his long eyelashes and finally his beautiful eyes the color of blood ; as he loses himself in that scarlet glow Chrollo understands why, when he heard about the eyes of the Kurta clan so long ago, he had become infatuated with them and had longed to possess them.

Now those eyes are filled with unshed tears and Chrollo can practically feel his heart sinking into his chest.

Because no matter how ashamed he is, inside he's still the nine-year-old who kissed his soulmate mark and dreamed of the moment he would find the person the universe had decided was perfect for him.

Kurapika regains his composure quickly, sits back, turns his head away and refuses to even glance at Chrollo.

Kurapika continued to avoid him.

Even when he had started to take off his disguise the only thing he had done was force Chrollo to remain facing the wall without saying a single word to him.

- Chain user, you know it's not very polite to ignore your soul mate like this -

-You are not my soulmate!

I would rather die than accept that the universe has decided to destined me for a monster like you-

Throughout the speech Kurapika had kept his gaze fixed in front of him and a calm and constant tone of voice.

A normal person would have been fooled by Kurapika's false cold facade, but he wasn't.

He had immediately noticed all those little signs that showed Kurapika's true emotions; he had noticed how Kurapika's hands were shaking and how his eyes were starting to glaze over with unshed tears.

-Denying the evidence is useless. That feeling I felt when your skin met mine for the first time was something incredible and I know you felt it too. Also when we touched each other for the first time the flowers on our skin bloomed. You can deny the evidence all you want but the reality still remains this-

-When... -

-... -

-When you exterminated the Kurta clan, what did you feel! When you mercilessly killed men, women and children what did you feel! Did you even briefly think about all the pain you would cause, or did you only care about the immense amount of money you would earn? -

With every word he spoke Kurapika seemed to fall apart more and more; at the end of his speech tears had begun to fall freely down Kurapika's face and his voice was broken and full of sobs.

The sight made Chrollo feel an indescribable pain in his heart.

The mere idea that it was he who had made his soulmate suffer like this made him feel immense hatred towards himself.

-I can't say I feel guilty for what I did because it's not like that,... -

Kurapika has his jaw clenched, his fists so tight his knuckles turn white and his nails dug so deep into his palms that Chrollo can see beads of warm blood fall to the floor.

-But I can assure you that if I had known that my actions would hurt you I would not have killed a member of the Kurta clan even under torture -

After hearing those words Kurapika's expression seemed to soften if only for a moment.

-From the first second the soulmate mark appeared on my skin, I fell in love with you. Every night I fantasize, what you would be like, what we would do together, how we would meet; and finally I would kiss the flowers on my wrist and whisper that I loved you. There wasn't a day I didn't hope to meet you, there wasn't a day I didn't love you. When you were grieving, probably from the death of your clan, I tried to console you, I whispered words of comfort to you and hoped that wherever you were you could hear me and you were better. That day I promised myself that I would slowly and painfully kill whoever it was that made you suffer and now finding out that I caused you that pain makes me feel so bad that I want to skin myself with anger-

Tears had now started to fall from Chrollo's eyes too.

Or how he hated himself at that moment.

-If I knew that killing me could make your pain lessen even just a little I would let you do it, I deserve it, but we both know that my death would only make things worse. I won't ask for your forgiveness because what I did to you is unforgivable but if one day you decide to give me a chance I will show you that I am not just the monster who killed your clan-

Chrollo has no idea how it started but now his and Kurapika's lips are sealed together in a kiss.

Their kiss tastes like salt because of the tears and contains all the feelings they are both feeling, pain, anger, regret, hate and finally love.

Their kiss deepens and their tongues move in sync against each other.

Kurapika's hands are wrapped in Chrollo's hair, while Chrollo places his hands on Kurapika's cheeks and catches a stray tear with his finger.

After separating, they stare at each other breathlessly for a few seconds until their moment of intimacy is interrupted by Kurapika's companions who announce Pakunoda's arrival.

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Rating: T

Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo.

Square fill: Long, Separate Vacations.

Words: 1.2K

Content: Language

It was silly, Bucky realizes now, the little spat he and Sam had had. Something childish that they, at the ripe old age of sixteen and seventeen, were too old to be acting like. Summer was too long to be wasted on being upset with one another because of childish, silly things. Still, Bucky is nervous about reaching out to Sam. He is afraid to even look at Sam's social media for fear that the other boy has unfollowed, unfriended, and blocked him.

Sam had said he was glad that they were going on long, separate vacations -- and even though Bucky had tearfully agreed with him, it was breaking his heart day-by-day, piece-by-piece.

His vacation is three days in. Three long days without hearing from his best friend. Bucky cannot enjoy the time spent with his family because he is fretting for Sam. Longing for Sam.

He chances a look at Instagram and sees that Sam has not blocked him. He scrolls through the pictures that his friend has posted. Sam is there hugged up with Sarah, Maria R, and Rhodey. He is wearing a bright smile. The Louisiana sun reflects in his pretty brown eyes, causing flecks of amber to shine through.

He is stunning. Bucky is so gone on him. He wishes they hadn't have had their stupid fight before Bucky and his family left for New York. There is so much he wants to say to Sam. So much more than what his stupid mouth will form; more than his heart will allow.

Just then, he is drawn from his pining by a notification on his phone. He follows the notification, opens his messages, and feels a familiar fluttering in his tummy: Sam has sent him a DM.

Sam has reverted to their old ways of being playful, it seems, and Bucky is happy for it. A little teasing and flirting between friends might be just what he needs.

Fuck it, Bucky muses. What harm can it do to just be real with Sam in this moment?

Bucky feels like his heart is going to leap out of his chest. They often flirt with one another; they often engage in playful banter. But Bucky feels a shift in their friendship right now, even though there are so many miles between them, and there is still a lot left to be said. Without giving it too much thought, Bucky closes the message thread and then calls Sam. He answers on two rings.

"Hello?" says Sam.

Bucky's tummy does a little somersault when he hears his friend's voice.

"Hey, Sammy," he replies. "I'm sorry about our fight."

"Me, too," Sam replies. "It was silly."

"Yeah, it was," Bucky agrees. "Let's not fight again, okay?"

"Sure, if you stop bein' annoying," says Sam, but Bucky can hear the smile in his voice.

He grins back and says, "Well, only if you do."

They both share a little laugh and then the line goes silent for a moment. Bucky speaks once more.

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Buck?"

His heart feels like it's in his throat, but he continues to speak. He is determined to tell Sam how he feels.

"I meant it, y'know," he starts. "What I texted you. I do miss you. I miss you so much."

"I know," Sam replies softly. "I miss you, too."

Bucky smiles widely and then lies down on his bed before he says, "I wish you were here."

"Yeah?" asks Sam, and it sounds as if he is getting comfortable, too.

"Yes."

"What would we do if I was there?" Sam asks, and Bucky has to tell himself to calm down.

"Well, I'd take you wherever you'd wanna go. My treat."

"Sounds nice."

"I'd introduce you to my family," Bucky adds. "My Grandma would love you."

"All grandmas love me," Sam proffers with a grin and Bucky can hear it.

"True, but my Grandma would love you most."

"How do you know that?" asks Sam, and his voice is sincere.

Bucky clears his throat and then says, "She keeps sayin' so. I mean, she says she's gonna love you when she meets you."

"How does she know about me?"

"I talk about you all the time," Bucky admits.

"It's been three days," Sam reminds him. "You couldn't have spoken about me to your grandma that much in three days."

Bucky lets out a small laugh and says, "Maybe I talk about you all the time when I FaceTime with her. Maybe she asks about you, too. Maybe you're all I wanna talk about."

"Oh," says Sam and Bucky can practically feel Sam's blush through the phone. "That's, umm. That's cool, but probably not necessary."

"I can't help it. I like you, okay?" Bucky blurts out, not being able to stop himself. "I like you so much, Sam.

Bucky cannot stop now once he has admitted that to Sam.

"That's why I talk about you all the time to my Grandma," he offers. "That's why it's only been three days away from you but I feel like I'm losin' my mind here without you. That's why I wish I we could spend the summer together instead of apart. It's because I like you. I like you, y'know, more than a friend should like another friend. I like you more than I've ever liked anyone else in my whole life."

His heart is threatening to leap from his chest. His face is warm. His palms are sweating. He finally said it out loud. He finally said it to Sam. In that brief moment, Bucky feels panic rise up inside. He doesn't get the chance to wallow in it because Sam is saying his name softly on the other end of the line.

"Buck?" Sam whispers.

"Yeah?" Bucky replies.

"I umm, I like you, too," says Sam with such earnestness that Bucky thinks he might cry.

"For real?"

"Yeah," Sam replies. "For really real."

Bucky lets out a nervous little laugh and says, "Cool. That's uh that's so cool."

"Yeah," Sam replies after a little nervous chuckle of his own. "So, what does this - what do we do now?"

"Count the days until we see each other again and make out about it?" asks Bucky with all of the hope and bravery his seventeen year old heart can muster.

"Damn, okay," Sam replies with a giggle, sounding somewhat flustered. "I'm down for that."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

Bucky feels like he just might float away. He feels like his chest is full and there are a thousand little butterflies inside of his tummy. He feels like everything is right in the world. He wants to kick about and giggle and tell Sam how pretty he is and how badly he wants to kiss him. He wants to run out into the living room of his Grandma's house and tell her that his Sammy likes him back. Instead, a realization comes to him.

"Crap!" says Bucky as he covers his face with his hand. "This really is gonna be a long ass separate vacation."

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Hi! I love your content and was wondering if you have any tips for those who might want to post their own scanned manga stuff on here?

I have some furoku, postcards, magazine clippings, etc and I enjoy scanning and cataloguing stuff, but I'm a bit shy about posting it online. I'm worried there might be some kind of etiquette regarding all of this that I'm unaware of. Like are publication dates important to disclose? should I try and find it for every scan I upload or can I just give some basic details about it? Oh and if someone else has already scanned something I own should I refrain from posting my own scans of that item? Hope these questions aren't too dumb, I just don't want to accidentally step on anyone's toes.

Hi, thank you for your kind words. I can only really share with you my opinion on sharing scans, as there are no real "rules" about doing this hobby that I'm aware of. I feel that things boil down to courtesy, like so many elements of fandom, and asking those involved when unsure.

I personally won't share something I'm aware someone else has shared before, unless I feel I can provide a better quality scan or additional context to make the effort worthwhile. For example, people have shared plenty of old Hana to Yume calendar scans in the past on sites like Minitokyo, but as they're not in 1200 dpi I feel like my effort in rescanning and sharing these images is "worth it".

If someone else is committed to scanning monthly furoku for a particular series, I won't double up by sharing scans of the same furoku - I'm wasting my own time by scanning/editing these items when someone else is doing them already, but I'm also potentially making the existing contributer uncomfortable.

However, we can't all be expected to keep track of every scanner on every website or through every fandom - sometimes there is overlap or there are multiple people passionate about a work. In that case, or in any case where unsure, I don't think it hurts to reach out to someone and ask "Hey, do you mind if I also share ____" ?

People can say no, but ultimately none of us involved in sharing scans/scanlating/fan works/etc. owns the original property and these are widely published titles. We can say "Hey I'd prefer it if you don't share ____ when I'm already sharing ____" but it is down to the other party if they wish to cease doing so.

In terms of things like publication information, that's very much a personal choice. My opinion on this is that it is respectful to include artist information wherever possible and publication details when you can so that others can find the original item for themselves. It's extra work, but it means I don't get messages asking "Where is ____ from?" as that information is already available.

The caveat to this, for me, is that sometimes we simply don't know all the details. Goodness knows I've got hundreds of postcards from 80s shoujo magazines that I've been gifted or received in bulk aucions without any information on the issue they were included with and at best I can narrow down the year they were released... right now I'm not sharing that content because I really do want to attribute that information if possible. But not everyone cares about things like that and that's OK, sometimes people just include an artist and the series and that's all.

I want to be clear that I'm not here to prescribe what you should and should not do when sharing your treasure trove. I'm just one person with a singular experience. So much of sharing scans as a hobby will boil down to what is important to you and how much time you have on your hands. And plenty comes from trial and error, along with feedback that others provide.

I feel it's important to convey that not everyone will like what you share or how you share it, while some will lift what you share wholesale to try and profit from it on other sites. I've had to develop a pretty thick skin regarding what people say about me online, despite being a nobody. I'd be lying if I said this didn't get to me sometimes, but for the moment my love of sharing has won out.

What I think is key, overall, is just that you want to share things with others and are willing to put the work into doing so. Missteps around doubling up on sharing may happen, but are more often than not resolved through communication.

I hope you can find a way of sharing the things that are important to you that best fits with your needs and schedule. ^^