#if anything it makes me happy to get to explain things because i love explaining things that i know :D

[fireinmoonshot]

drabble dump 1 | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: Three small drabbles inspired by your headcanons (and one of mine): Joaquín giving you flowers, crying during movies and following his fans online. Warnings: I don't think there are any. Word Count: 691 A/N: I'm feeling super tired tonight so I didn't have the energy to focus on a larger fic, so I decided to write a couple of smaller drabbles inspired by some of the headcanons you guys left on that post I made the other day as well as one of my own. I will probably end up doing a few posts like this since they're quite fun. They're really just smaller drabbles that don't necessarily need to be longer 1k+ fics, so I hope you guys find them fun!

Giving you flowers.

The first time Joaquin ever met you, he brought you flowers. He had no idea what your favourite type of flowers were or if you even liked flowers. But he wanted to make a good impression on you on your first date and flowers had seemed the way to go.

He’d been raised well by his parents. His mother had always taught him to be a gentleman and he’d grown up hearing stories from his father all about how he won over his mother with flowers and gifts and many, many dates. 

Joaquin intended to do the same thing to you. He liked you from the very moment he met you, and so he made a deal with himself – every date, he would bring you a bouquet of flowers that was different from the last. He wouldn’t repeat anything and he would get more and more creative with each bouquet. 

Because if Joaquin was going to win you over like his father won over his mother, he was going to put in as much effort as it took. He was certain that you were the one.

~~

Reading comments about himself online.

Joaquin laughed, looking down at his phone screen. He was silent for a moment and then he laughed again. You looked at him, sitting in bed beside him. Your book was open in front of you but you couldn’t help but want to know what was so funny.

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

He looked over at you and then shuffled a little closer towards you in bed, angling his phone screen to you so you could look at it. “I’m just reading comments about Falcon,” he explained. “Look at this one – the old Falcon has nothing on the new guy. Did you see the way he kicked that guy right out of the air in one shot? That’s about me!” 

You looked at your boyfriend for a moment and then laughed. “How many of these fan accounts do you follow, baby? Wait – is that an edit of you? Where did they even get that footage? I didn’t think you posted anything on social media.”

Joaquin’s cheeks flushed. “I don’t… but I do have a fan account… for myself… and sometimes I post videos on there and call them ‘never before seen content’ and the fans really love them. As long as they don’t put two and two together and realise I’m the one posting them…” 

~~

Sobbing while he watches a movie.

Ever since you met Joaquin you knew that deep down, the man was a softie at heart. If you cried, odds were he was going to start crying as well. If you were happy, he was happy too. Your emotions always rubbed off on him. But there was one thing about him that you never expected: the fact that he cries like a baby in movies that aren’t even that sad.

“Baby,” you glanced over at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Are you crying?”

He sniffed, wiping his cheeks. “No.”

You leant a little closer to him and smiled to yourself as he attempted to hide his face from you. But you were too quick – you could see the tears falling down his cheeks. 

“Baby.”

Joaquin looked at you, his sad puppy dog eyes almost making you throw your arms around him and pull him into a hug to make him feel better. The man always did a good job at throwing you off with puppy dog eyes, but it was worse when they were full of tears.

“I thought it was going to be a happy ending,” he muttered. “But they didn’t even get to have a proper life together in the end because of what happened to her! It’s so sad.”

Tears continued falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but shuffle a little closer to him to wrap an arm around his back as he sobbed into his hands. You rubbed his back gently, resting your head against his shoulder. 

“It’s just a movie, baby. It’s okay. It’s not real.”

Joaquin let out another sob. “But it felt so real”

[millyphobic]

꩜ .ᐟ GREATEST GIRL IN HIS EYES ★ FT. OLDER! LEON KENNEDY

── .✦ Leon loves you. Even if you take forever doing your makeup and make him feel old

wc :: 1.9k

cw :: fem!reader, age gap (twenty-one/mid to late thirties), tooth rotting fluff, gets really suggestive at times but no actual smut, a little cringey oops, horribly explained makeup routine (cut me some slack I don't do makeup often 💔), mentions of the moves the substance and once upon a time in hollywood

note :: I NEED Leon to be my controversially old boyfriend you don't understand but anyways I wrote this in a blur so horribly proofread oops 🥀

"And she's such a fugly cunt, like who do you fucking think you are to call my friend fat? Like, have you seen your shitty boyfriend? Have you seen yourself?"

That actually got a laugh out of Leon. He watches in awe as you chatter away about college gossip, seated on the toilet lid with his head in his hands as you stand in front of the mirror. There's a ton of makeup all over the sink counter, from little bottles of foundations to eyeshadow palettes and brushes of all sizes. You're currently rubbing what you call a toner into your skin, prepping your face for a "full beat" as you like to call it.

Holy shit, you make him feel old.

A lot makes him feel old, actually, but you especially. Right off the bat from the first date you were still a fresh-faced young lady just starting to dip your toes into the adult world. Looks like you wanted him to be the one to guide you, the two of you inseparable from the start. Never mind you barely have anything in common, Leon is more than happy to just tag along for the ride.

From watching you run off the lectures to seeing you drink a disturbing concoction of Red bull and black coffee during finals. Buying your first beer and holding it up to your lips as you took a sip. Holding your hair out of your face as you puke it all up.

You buy overpriced coffee with a thousand things in it because it makes it "better". There's never a day where your lips aren't adored with shimmery gloss and leave kiss marks all over his face and cups. You chug green tea like it's water and make him do at-home Pilates with you. Force him to put on sunscreen, take vitamins and supplements, and go on late night trips for a sweet treat. Put his hair up as you wash his face and tie bows around his bicep and record your giggles as he makes the ribbons break as he flexes his arm.

You make him feel ancient. And a pervert. But you're the greatest girl in his eyes so it's a small price to pay when people think he's your dad in public. But he's just Your Boyfriend and you're just His Girlfriend getting all dolled up for a date. And he loves you all the same whether you're in casual jeans and his shirts or nothing at all. Even now he thinks you're the most precious darling to walk the earth with your tiny skirt that shows half your ass with frilly stockings and a skimpy top. It doesn't matter that you're wearing more clothes on your feet than your chest, he can fight for a reason.

"By the way," you add, pumping foundation on your face and stippling it in with a beauty blender. Not a weird ass egg thing, as you so graciously corrected him in the past. "My friends wanted to know if you wanted to come over for a night out next week. Everyone's gonna bring their boyfriend so you won't be the only guy there."

"Baby, I won't be the only guy there but I'll be the only grown ass man." Have dinner with your gaggle of friends? No thanks, he'd rather not watch a bunch of kids get shit-faced. He already has to deal with you. "I don't think so but tell them thanks for the invite."

And there you go, pouting as you paint concealer under your eyes. A little too bright to be your shade but he trusts you with makeup then he trusts himself with a car.

Scratch that. Can't drive for shit. Can't set the bar that low for you.

"Aww, why not?" Toward the end, you let out a cough, and a whole lot of powder made you wheeze as you baked your face. Leon almost laughs, but the last time he did, he ended up getting whacked over the head, so he bites his tongue.

"Leon, it'll be fun. We're actually going to dinner and not a bar. I think. Whatever, I want the others to actually see you in person. I'm convinced they think I'm lying about you and you're some random dilf I got off Pinterest."

"I can't tell if I should be flattered or not."

"Well, if I was going to lie about having a hot older boyfriend, I would have picked your photo off Pinterest. So, yes, be flattered and come to dinner."

Leon sighs as you blend out your concealer and spray something on your face. Hopefully, it's not water. Definitely not water; he should use his head more often. "Sweetheart, I'm just too old to be around you kiddos," he counters. He's observing as you draw something on your face, contour as you once told him. Gave him a whole makeup lesson but it didn't really stick with him since he was balls deep in your cunt and had you babbling with lipstick smeared all over your face and mascara down your cheeks. How the conversation even got there, he had no idea, but it still makes him laugh when you're not around.

"Bullshit," you huff, dusting on the nicest shade of pink blush perfect for your skin tone. Really does make you look like the cutest dolly in the world. "I don't give a fuck what others think and you shouldn't either."

Should've recorded you and put this on Facebook.

"While I appreciate the Ted Talk, things aren't as easy as you say. Besides, you deserve to have a little fun. Be single for the night and all that stuff."

And you're frowning again. You look like a grouper. A cute grouper, though.

"...Don't want to be single for a night, but whatever. Anyways-" Another spritz of that mysterious stuff on your face, are you trying to melt your makeup off? You fan your face with your hands, and all it does is get him to chuckle at how silly you look.

Before he knows it, he's grabbing your wrist and tugging you forward until your body's nicely tucked between his legs. "Need my help?" And it's moments like these that make his heart ache, your little nod and smile so infectious it's got him grinning like a fool too.

"Hold still, cutie." Leaning forward, Leon gently blows on your face to get you dry again. "What're you even spraying on your face?"

"Setting spray. Makes my makeup last longer. Duh."

"Alright, alright. Don't sass me; you know I'm old."

"No, you're not."

"...I could be your dad. Or your really young grandpa."

"No one's grandpa is in their forties. Or I hope not. Anyways, I'm serious. I love you and don't care that you think you're ancient. I wouldn't care even if you're ancient. As long as you can still get it up."

How heartfelt.

"Just go finish your makeup." Leon twirls your around from the waist and sends you back to finish your makeup with another firm pat to your ass. It's so cute to him, all for him to touch and squeeze and bite into. Which he can only do on special occasions since he always goes overboard with the biting. "You should do blue eyeshadow again. It was really pretty last time."

You scoff, but you're already reaching for your most beloved palette with all the blues in the world. Half of the little tins of pigment are near gone, but there’s still enough of that baby blue he loves, marveling as you take a smaller brush to dust the color on your lids.

“Why do you open your mouth to put that stuff on? Same thing with mascara; it’s got nothing to do with your eyes.”

“Dunno,” you mumble back, waving a thin tube of mascara in front of his face. “Want some?”

“No thanks. Takes forever to scrub off. I should know; I almost always do it for you after date nights.”

"Yeah, because you fuck my face like a maniac and leave me feeling like a pool noodle." You laugh, cheeky thing, and do it on yourself, once again opening your mouth as you coat your lashes. God, he needs to take a photo of you doing this one day. Post it on Facebook along with your motivational speeches.

"Where're we going tonight, anyways? Our usual restaurant or something else?" You're finishing up now, patting on shiny stuff on the tip of your nose and reaching for more types of powder. Shit, you look good. Real fucking good in a way that makes him grateful for all this fancy makeup. Really does make your beauty shine more than it already does.

"I actually got tickets to watch The Substance-"

"OH MY GOD, I LOVE THE SUBSTANCE!"

Leon can tell with the way you practically jump for joy and the lip liner in your hand goes flying in the air, coming back down and bouncing off his head. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought he was stuck in the domestic scene of a tacky yet classic rom-com.

"Got excited, my bad." He just shakes his head, more amused than anything else, as he hands you back the pencil.

"No worries. You look so cute," he hums out, standing up from his spot and making his way behind you. His hands find themselves home on your hips, giving them a little squeeze as he rests his chin on the top of your head. You look cute as you glide the lip liner with such serious focus, brows all furrowed. Once you're satisfied with your handiwork, you finally finish your makeup off with a coat of shiny lipgloss.

"Shit, you look gorgeous," he muses, staring at your reflection in the mirror. A kiss is pressed to the top of your head. One, two, trailing down your neck as your breath hitches and his hands wander. From your waist to your hip to the plushness of your thighs, slipping under your skirt and just barely running a finger over the band of your panties.

"Leon..."

His tugs at the elastic waistband, letting it snap against your skin. Mind's all fuzzy, loopy on a love only you could bring out in him.

"Leon. If we fuck now, we're never making it to the theaters. Off."

Now it's his turn to pout like a kicked puppy, retreating his hands out from under your skirt and back to your hips. And now it's your turn to laugh at him, giggles spilling from your lips as you lean back and nuzzle against his body. "Sorry not sorry for being a cockblock, I really do wanna see The Substance."

You and your love for over-the-top horror films.

"Fair enough, fair enough." Eventually he peels himself off of you with one final kiss to the cheek, feather-light so he doesn't ruin your makeup.

"I can't wait to see Demi Moore. Ooh, and Margaret Qualley! She is literally so pretty, you have no idea." You turn around to finally face him, biting your lips so over-the-top this has to be a joke. A joke about what, he doesn't know, but he makes him chuckle and shake his head all the same.

"Leon, Leon, Leon." You take a step forward, and another until you're stepping on his feet. Arms around his neck as you lean in close, your breath fanning at his face. "Want me to suck your cock while driving?"

...Well damn.

"You're being for real or just teasing me?"

"Now I know you've never watched Once Upon a Time in Hollywood. But I might be for real if you buy me the biggest popcorn tub at the theaters."

Say less.

He's scooping you up without another word, tossing you over his shoulder and crowding his way out of the bathroom faster than you run towards Ulta Beauty when at the mall. Your shrieks and laughs bounce off the walls as he carries you downstairs to the front door, determined to get on the road as soon as he can. 

[agender-wolfie]

This is my annual “thank you for making posts about Simon Riley because I didn’t have him or COD on my radar - or my dash 😞😞😩😩 - prior to coming across your tumblr and exploring what you had on it.” I didn’t know what I was missing and I never want to go backkkkkkk 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

Could I kindly ask you for any other thoughts you have regarding Simon and the rest of the 141?

Aww! Well thank you so much! ☺️ And yes. Once you’ve experienced Simon, you can never go back lmao

As for Simon and the rest of the 141, here are some little headcanons of mine for them

Simon: He absolutely gifts you the oddest things because they “reminded me of you” like he will find you rocks, little flowers growing in the sidewalk cracks, a dead bug, enamel pins, leaves, stickers, anything that’s your favorite color, etc. He will get all giddy inside on his way home with his treasures because he can’t wait to show them to you and see your reaction. He explodes internally when you express how much you love them and how thoughtful he is.

He just toes the ground with his hands in his pockets and keeps his head down while trying to hide his blush. “It’s nothing, love” But it’s most definitely not nothing when you give him the biggest bear hug and he reciprocates and melts into you.

Price: This man is a sucker for being pampered. He actually doesn’t even realize it until you come along. He was always used to taking care of others and being the “Big strong captain” that the thought of the same being done for him never entered his mind.

Then one day early in your relationship, he comes home tired as a dog and aching all over just to inhale the smell of a home cooked meal and hearing you humming in the kitchen. He walks up and hugs you from behind asking “ What’s all this, darling?” You then explain to him that you know he’s been working so hard and you wanted to take care of him the same way he takes care of you. You also let him know that you’ve made dessert and laid out some comfy clothes for after his shower. No, his eyes are not getting watery. You must’ve been cutting onions or something.

Soap: He loves how well you get along with his family. His Nan absolutely LOVES you and is constantly pestering him on when he’s gonna finally propose. All his little cousins flock to you at family gatherings as well and you’re friendly and personable with everyone, almost like you’ve known them for years.

He’s just so happy and proud that he’s found someone who meshes so well with the other loved ones in his life. His Nan is right. But that little box is going to stay in his underwear drawer for a little while longer until he finds the perfect moment to ask you to be his.

Gaz: He loves going for walks with you, doesn’t even matter where it is. But his favorites are parks, festivals and about town while you’re shopping or going out to eat.

He loves to show you things while on your walks like this cool leaf he found or the ducks in the pond. He will also show you cool things he finds while y’all are out shopping. Like a chandelier that looks like an octopus. (You both get it btw because duh. It’s an octopus chandelier) He just loves spending time with you and making memories that he holds near and dear to his heart.

[tenderotto]

Clarity of Vision by Mithen

5 works, 205,477 words

Alternative universe - canon divergence bagginshield

I cannot begin to explain to you how good of a fanfiction this is. In short words it's a series of what could've happened if Smaug never fell Erebor and how that would affect the history of Middle Earth. I've started it just as another bagginshield plot divergence, but oh boy I've never expected it to grow into something THAT BIG. I don't have enough words in my vocabulary (or wits in my head) to tell you how talented the author is!(Please if you know them on Tumblr please tag them!)

The story reads oh so close to feel like canon, and I caught myself more than once thinking "you've outdone Tolkien with this!", and I usually don't give out compliments like that easily. I've read A LOT of bagginshield, and I have a list of my favorites, which may or may not rival this one simply because they indulge me in romance and fluff of bagginshield, but this one is for those who yearn for the more real and logical spin of events. And those who want something that will feel like Tolkien himself wrote it but with bagginshield love that these boys deserved.

The first one of the series is "Clarity of Vision" where Bilbo meets Thorin, Balin and Dwalin, who are looking for a mistyrious elvish cure to a dragon sickness that looms over the line of Durin. And this one is the perfect adventure story that deviates greatly from "the hobbit" story line. A delicious slow burn -ish where you catch yourself nodding and agreeing with every choice that author makes for the character. You see them grow through the adventure while you follow them around west and north and Mahal knows where else. And that's one of the most delicious things throughout the series, we travel through new places that weren't shown in the movies (I assume there are more about these places in the books and parentheses)

The second (there is a smaller story in between tho) story "Clarity of Purpose" picks up some time later and makes Bilbo the ringbearer. I am afraid I cannot tell you much more, because otherwise I will spoil it for you, but we are introduced to a different fellowship with the most unexpected collection of free people of Middle Earth. I never would've thought I'd want to read about the adventures of these characters, but boy was I in for a ride!

If you want to read something that will leave you undone and done back again this one is for you! It will make you feel feels you never knew you've had. And every single character is so true to their original self too!!! This work is my heart's ease!

I've added my silly doodles, but I feel that after reading this masterpiece a few of my works will be inspired by the author.

BIG SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

For those who wonder yes it is a happy ending, and it is one of the most endearing endings that will make the life worth living.

The relationship between young Denethor and Theoden: 10/10

We get 2 new wizards!!!

Cats!

TREEWIVES

Dis and Arwen sisters in arms????

Thrain is a bitch

Never knew I could hate the one ring more than I hated it in the original (prepare to cry)

why are you still here?! Go read it already!!!

My favorite quotes:

"I'm not sure how to tell you this," Bilbo said.

"Yes?" grunted Thorin.

"I don't think your father approved of me." (Clarity of Vision)

“I am majestic no longer,” he said, “But merely Thorin Oakenshield, soon to be Thorin Baggins, if I understand the customs of the Shire.”

(Clarity of Purpose)

There are way to many quotes to post here, the whole work is too good to leave anything out.

[n0tamused]

Hello!! I’ve been following you for a little bit, and I just haven’t reached out much because. I’m scared🧍‍♀️(not of you, just reaching out in general because for some reason I think people will bite me if I try to interact)

alsoyourworkislovelyandsoisyourocandsoareyou. <3

But!!! If you’re stilling doing your 1.5k follower event (congrats btw!!) would it be alright if I made a request for Dr. Ratio, action prompt 14 (romantic) pretty please? :3 Love my wife fr. He needs to come home 💔

Thank you, and have a lovely day/night! Congratulations again on your milestone!! ❀

˖ ࣪⊹Morning fuss

Prompt: action 14. First kiss

A/n: Hello! And dw I totally understand you lol, but I'm so happy you decided to reach out now and make a request! <3 I can totally whip up some Dr Ratio, anytime hehe. I had different ideas as to how to do this, but I settled on this one primarily because it is set in a private space and where Ratio is arguably at his most vulnerable and it's just lots of fluff. I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for your kind words! Wishing you luck on getting Ratio!

Contents: Dr. Ratio x Reader, gn reader, fluff, morning cuddles, reader has a wack dream

Words: 895

Ko-Fi |  1.5K followers event(closed)

He had never sounded so carefree. The moment nearly felt like a distant dream as bed sheets still clung onto both of your forms with sunshine streaming through in pale yellow lances. Perhaps carefree was not the most correct term, but the way he laughed and the fact his face was devoid of any hard line or angry wrinkle failed to remind you of anything but liberty.

It started off with you waking up from a sleep you could only explain as a fever dream, you woke up believing you were still held within the confines of those halls, looking for the walking, upside down rabbit and all you could think of is to warn Veritas of the deceiving shampoo and the seal walking on flippers. 

Veritas, also freshly woken up, didn’t have the brains yet to comprehend your confusing talk, and for several moments he made an effort to ask questions and to understand you better, to calm you down from your groggy rambling. 

His hand found your shoulder, rubbing with tender care, his eyes taking a bit too long to open after every blink. “What are you talking about?” he asked, at long last starting to grasp the strands of reality.

“The seal..Veritas, I..” you bumble and mumble, but slowly come back to your senses, and when your eyes meet his you could almost see your own realization reflected back at you as his own eyes flushed off the sleep they carried. Reality set in and silence followed.

Then you began to chuckle, flushing in embarrassment as you had drawn almost flush against him under the blankets in your previous stupor. 

Giggling, you bury yourself in his chest, apologizing over and over again until you feel him move and his chest shake with his own laughter. 

“In the name of.. Have you seriously fallen so deep into slumber that you thought a seal was a threat to you, me?”

“A seal can be a threat! Don’t act so clever with me now, you damn well know what seals are capable off”

“Clearly. One more thing you forgot to add is that they’re capable of flight and I would’ve believed you” he bit back at you with humor dripping off every word. You have wormed your way on top of his chest, and he patted you on your back as if to console you for your embarrassment. “Although, I can’t deny your care is endearing”

“Is this the closest I’ll get to you giving me a direct compliment?” you quip, a cheeky smile on your face as your head shot up, looking down at him and the way his messy hair made him look nearly ethereal in the morning sun. 

Ratio scoffed, “Like I don’t give you enough praise already, do you want to be spoiled now as well?” he groaned as he shifted, just enough to grab the runaway blanket and pull it over your back again. It was too early even for him to get up, a few more minutes of warmth wouldn’t hurt.

“Spoiling your partner isn’t all that bad” you argued, propping yourself up more comfortably on his chest. “For caring for you no less, you’re such a handful at times” you added with a yawn, noticing how his brow twitched in amusement.

The distance between the two of you was disregardable. Your noses were nearly touching and Veritas couldn’t help his hand when it rose to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Me being a handful is only a natural reaction to you being an arms full” he told you, a smug looking expression nestling into the lines of his face.

You only tilted your head and felt your expression grow into the silent question of ‘really?’. “You’re being such a handful right now. I worry for you even when I am not awake, and this is your thanks?” 

“Hm, you may be right, in some way” he nonchalantly mused, relaxing into the mattress with a sigh. His hand had fallen down, caressing the side of your neck. “I thank you for your valiant service, for being so willing to defend me against the feverish animals your mind conjured, the ones that wished to harm me, although I highly doubt they wanted anything at all” he chuckled again, his thumb brushing against your jawline.

“..now was that so hard?” you ask in a whisper as sleep tempts to take you again, his warmth wishes to lull you back to sleep. Your head is feeling heavy and without much thought you let it fall closer, and your lips fall onto his own.

Veritas’ eyes fall closed and his hand tightens its grip at your nape ever so lightly, displaying his disbelief and mild shock, but accepting it regardless. He holds you close, his breath stopping in his throat.

A beeping sound echoes in the air, separating the two of you. It wasn't a hard guess to figure out what it was - Veritas’ alarm had brought a sour expression over his face. For a few moments he let it ring on, hoping to ignore it as he rested against the pillows and returned his eyes to your own, a silent apology woven in his colored eyes. He then leaned forward and kissed you sweetly on the cheek before reaching for his phone to turn the offending sound off.

Ⓒ n0tamused/jarttavia_. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[toasttt11]

meeting

July 8, 2023

Ophelia looked out the window of the airplane fidgeting with her cherry blossom necklace, she was pretty nervous to meet the rest of the Hughes and worried that they wouldn’t like her.

Quinn glanced over as the airplane dinged and was starting to descend, he noticed her fidgeting with a necklace and realized it was a cherry blossom, “A cherry blossom?” Quinn gently spoke up.

Ophelia turned away from the window looking at Quinn and saw his eyes on her necklace and she glanced down realizing she was fiddling with her necklace, “Uh i went to Japan when i was younger during cherry blossom season and i fell in love with then.” Ophelia explained to Quinn.

Quinn smiled slightly seeing her looking more and more comfortable talking to him.

“My uh dad got this for me for Christmas a couple of years ago.” Ophelia softly told Quinn, the first time in years that she talked about her Dad to anyone.

Ophelia looked a bit worried after she talked about her Dad but Quinn just smiled not pushing on the subject knowing her Dad has passed away, “It’s very pretty.”

Quinn’s words made her relax letting out a little sigh, she was glad he didn’t ask anything more about her Dad.

Ophelia gave him a little smile before biting her lip looking like she wanted to ask something.

“You can ask.” Quinn gave her a reassuring look, he didn’t know how he understood her look as the just met but it was easy and for some reason felt like he already knew how to read her.

Ophelia blinked surprised but nodded, “Are they gonna like me?” She looked at Quinn nervously but she felt like she could trust Quinn and she could ask him.

Quinn nodded reassuring understanding why she was nervous, “They will love you, My mom loves having people at the house, Dad is always happy to have more people especially hockey players, Jack gets it from Mom but he loves having a full house and Luke is excited to see you again.” Quinn reassuringly told her.

He didn’t say how much his family wanted Ophelia to come stay with them especially after Quinn told them she would have spent the summer alone if she didn’t come.

Ophelia looked at Quinn’s face seeing he was being completely honest and took a deep breath deciding to trust Quinn’s words and nodded softly making him give her a smile back just as the plane landed in Michigan.

Quinn got up first and Ophelia followed behind him as Quinn grabbed his bags and Ophelia slipped her backpack on and they walked off the plane together.

Quinn and Ophelia headed to the baggage claim and Ophelia grabbed the hockey bag and her suitcase and she put the hockey bag onto her suitcase and started following Quinn out of the airport and toward the pick up zone.

Quinn smiled and gestured for Ophelia to follow him seeing their car with Luke pulling into the lane. Quinn had asked Luke to pick them up thinking it would make Ophelia more comfortable.

Quinn and Luke shared a quick hug as Luke got out of the car, “Hi Ophelia.” Luke gave her a crooked grin and patted her shoulder not wanting to make her uncomfortable by a hug.

“Hi Luke.” Ophelia softly mumbled back smiling softly at her old teammate.

Quinn and Luke loaded the car as Quinn told Ophelia she can get into the car and she went to protest not wanting to make them take care of her bags but Quinn reassured her it was fine and she reluctantly listened, which is rare.

Ophelia had a much easier time talking to Luke than the last two times they were teammates because Quinn helped keep the conversation going and maybe it was because she felt comfortable around Quinn already.

Luke pulled into their lake house that is technically Quinn and Jack’s.

Luke just gave Opehlia a grin as they got out of the car and he grabbed her bags before she could and she had a feeling the Hughes weren’t going to let her do things on her own or with no help anymore.

Ophelia stayed right on Quinn’s heels as the three walked up the front steps and inside the house.

Ophelia looked around curiously and saw a few frames scattered with pictures of the family and wondered what is was like to have a family like that, Ophelia shook off her thoughts for now.

Quinn saw his parents and Jack sitting on the back deck and he was glad for at least the next week it would only be his immediate family and Ophelia, hoping it will make it more comfortable for Ophelia before the house is filled with hockey boys.

“I’ll put your bags in your room.” Luke gave Ophelia one more smile and gestured for her backpack and she slowly took it off and gave him a thankful nod making him just grin at her and he headed up the stairs.

Quinn’s room is a bit secluded as he likes the quiet and has one guest room next to his room so the Hughes all thought that would be a good room for Ophelia to stay in that room.

“Ready?” Quinn asked glancing over at her as Ophelia was right on his heels following him to the back door.

Ophelia took a deep breath and gave him a nod. Quinn nodded back and patted her back softly before opening the door making the three immediately look up and see Quinn with Ophelia.

“Ophelia!” Jack immediately grinned brightly and stood up walking right over to the two, he was really excited to meet her.

“Hi Jack.” Ophelia made a surprised sound as Jack hugged her gently and she looked nervously at Quinn and he just chuckled, Ophelia softly hugged him back.

Jack pulled back and realized Ophelia was even more adorable in person and he was looking forward to getting to know especially as he had a feeling she would become important in their family.

Ellen stayed back for a moment letting Jim shake hands with Ophelia and share a few words with her. Ellen noticed how Ophelia stayed closed to Quinn’s side and kept glancing at him and Quinn would give a reassuring look or smile back to her.

It warmed her heart seeing how quickly Quinn has taken to caring about Ophelia.

Ellen smiled and walked over to Ophelia, “Hello Ophelia, It’s great to finally meet you.” Ellen kindly said gently hugging the sweet girl.

“Hi!” Ophelia smiled back noticing exactly where Quinn gets his warm and reassuring nature from, Ellen.

“We have so much to show you!” Jack looked like an excited puppy, he couldn’t wait to show Ophelia just all the little things they all love here in Michigan, their favorite cove on the lake, favorite breakfast spot, favorite midnight pizza place.

Ophelia smiled softly at Jack’s excitement and glanced around at all five of them as Luke walked outside. She felt comfortable with them and she’s never felt comfortable with this many people especially not at once.


Maybe this trip would be good her.

[writingwithciara]

pictionary -matt sturniolo-

summary: matt's best friend spends a lot of time with the triplets and often appears in their videos, most frequently their twitch streams, while sitting in matt’s room.

word count: 2.5k

pairings: matt sturniolo x reader

notes: this outline has been sitting in my drafts for a while. finally wrote the whole thing in one sitting. it' not my best work but i like it anyway. hope you guys do

matt and y/n were best friend. they had been for the last 3 years and even though they had always claimed to be 'just friends' it was getting harder for anyone outside their little bubble to believe them.

with the amount of times y/n had taken part in their streams, the fans began speculating. it got worse when the boys were streaming from their own rooms and y/n would stay with matt in his.

y/n read all the comments while matt skimmed over them, usually skipping over anything that mentioned their relationship. they were tired of the rumors beginning to go around the internet.

one night while the boys were planning their next stream, y/n pulled chris aside.

"is it alright if i stay in your room for tomorrow's stream?"

"of course. but what's wrong? are you and matt fighting?"

"no. i just feel like maybe he needs a break from all the rumors. it's been stressing him out."

"are you sure it won't break his heart being away from you for an hour?"

"chris, i'm serious. he needs a break." y/n sighed.

"okay. but i'm also being serious. lately, i've noticed that you're like a battery charger."

"come again?"

"when matt is feeling even a little drained, all he has to do is look at you and your smile alone gives him a little more energy. you're an everlasting energy source for him outside of the fall season."

"okay. you're officially an idiot."

"call me what you want, but i know my brother." chris chuckled and went to walk away. but something ran through his mind. "i think i have a way to prove he thinks of you as more than a friend."

"i know i'm going to regret this, but what do you have in mind?"

"let's go check out your wardrobe."

"why?"

"trust me." chris picked up his keys from the counter. "y/n and i will be back in a little bit."

"um, okay." matt raised an eyebrow and looked at y/n for an answer. she just shrugged and followed chris to the car.

when they got to her apartment, chris went straight for her closet. y/n rolled her eyes and followed him.

"what's your idea, chris?"

"you don't believe me that matt may have feelings for you so i think that you being in my room will only get a small reaction from him. we have to step it up big time." chris looked through her clothes before holding up a shirt she barely wore. "he loves when you wear this."

"i barely wear it, chris. how do you know?"

"you're clearly blind if you've never noticed the way matt has looked at you each of the four times you've worn this."

"chris, why are you doing this? i thought you liked me."

"i do. but you and matt are clearly hot for each other and i'm going to stand in the way of your happiness." chris went to her dresser and pulled out a pair of her faded jean shorts. "that top with these shorts will drive him crazy."

"okay, first of all, i am not 'hot' for matt. we're just friends. second, how do you know what will drive him crazy?"

"because he's my brother and we have similar minds. this would drive me crazy but since we're talking about matt, let's focus on him for now. i'll work out my own issues eventually."

"chris, i appreciate you trying to make me happy. but this isn't going to work." she sat on her bed and stared at her friend. "matt and i are just friend. how many times do i have to explain that to you before you understand it's not gonig to change?"

"as many times as it takes for you to look me in the eye and tell me that without sounding so upset about it."

y/n stood up and walked up to him, making sure their eyes were locked. "matt and i are just friends, okay?"

"that was a little more convincing but i could still hear the pain in your voice, no matter how much you tried to bury it."

"i really hate you."

"you're a terrible liar." chris smiled and went back over to the closet. "wear this little cardigan over the shirt and you should be set."

"and what id your outfit choice doesn't work?"

"well, i was also thinking that since you'll be in my room for the stream, that maybe if we flirted just a bit, he would notice and get jealous."

"and why are we trying to make him jealous instead of just talking to him?"

"because matt is stubborn when it comes to his feelings. he will never come right out and admit anything without a little bit of a push."

"are we bad people?"

"no. because after tomorrow night, you and matt will finally be a couple. and he won't be so grumpy all the time."

"you truly are an idiot." y/n shook her head but grabbed the clothes and packed them in a bag. "we should head back before they send a search party for us."

"oh, maybe matt will think something is happening between us because we've been gone for so long and he'll get jealous tonight instead."

"yeah. like that's going to happen."

when they returned to the house, matt wasn't at the kitchen table or in his room. nick looked up when they came up the stairs.

"hey. where'd you guys go?"

"we had to go to y/n's to pick up some stuff for the stream tomorrow." chris pointed at the bag y/n was carrying.

"okay. but why didn't you just ask matt to take you?"

"it's a surprise. for matt." y/n smiled and set the bag on the stairs. "where is he?"

"he went out to look for you guys. thought it was weird you left but didn't tell us where you were going. he was worried, but he will never tell you he was."

"told you." chris leaned in and whispered into her ear. "he doesn't like when i'm left alone with you."

"or he was worried because you're a new driver and he didn't want anything bad to happen to me."

"still proves my point, y/n." chris chuckled and headed down to his room. y/n joined nick on the couch and looked at the tv.

"is there something going on with you and chris?"

"what? no. of course not. he was just helping me with something." y/n closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the couch. she relaxed for a minute before she heard the front door shut. she heard matt's voice before she saw him.

"i couldn't find them, nick. i think they really wanted alone time." he sounded kind of...defeated.

"matt, they're here."

"what?" it sounded like he tripped trying to rush up the stairs. when he made it to the living room, his gaze immediately went to y/n. "hey. where did you guys go?"

"we went to my apartment to pick some stuff up."

"why didn't you just ask me to drive?"

"i had to pick up a surprise for you." y/n got up and walked over to him. "you didn't need to be worried about me, matthew."

"i know. but you're my best friend. and chris is still a new driver. i didn't like the idea of something bad happening." matt looked at y/n. "promise me no more surprises."

"i promise." she was touched at how much he cared. "wait, i have to tell you one more thing. then no more surprises."

"what's up?"

"i'm going to be in chris' room tomorrow during the stream."

"oh. um, okay. is that all?"

"yeah. guess i'll see you in the morning." y/n turned around and headed up to nick's room for the night.

matt turned to nick, who seemed just as shocked at the change as he was. something was going on and matt was going to find out what.

as the boys were setting up for the stream, y/n was getting ready in chris' bathroom. the second she stepped out, chris turned his head.

"okay. he's definitely going to love this." chris took his chain off his neck. "i was thinking that if you wore this, matt would think there really was something going on between us and he would definitely get jealous."

"if this doesn't work," y/n took the chain from chris and placed it around her neck. "i'm going to hate you. i hate talking about my feelings."

"which is why you and matt are perfect for each other."

"whatever you say." y/n rolled her eyes and took her seat. she glanced at the tiny screens containing matt and nick, taking note of how matt stopped mid-sentence when she appeared on screen. "you guys ready?"

"y-yeah." matt managed to get out before hitting the 'record' button.

the game of pictionary they had decided on went smoothly for the first few rounds. but as y/n read some of the comments from fans, she saw how most of the comments were about how distracted matt was. she glanced up at the picture of his face before leaning closer to chris to whisper in his ear.

"i think this is working. should we step it up a bit?"

chris turned to look at her before muting himself. "time to flirt a little?"

"yes." y/n added a nod before chris turned his mic back on.

"sorry about that, guys. y/n was just telling me how good she thought i was doing at this game. she loves complimenting me."

"i only speak the truth." she rested her chin on his shoulder and smiled as the fans comments went off, forgetting about y/n and matt for a moment.

they flirted back and forth for 5 more rounds before matt announced their time was up. they tallied up the score and it was determined that nick was the overall winner.

after the stream ended and all the cameras had been turned off, y/n turned to chris.

"that seemed like it worked, maybe."

"he was pissed." chris smirked. "i'd say it worked well."

"i don't think we can say it was successful until he tells me he was jealous." y/n looked at her phone. matt's name was flashing across the screen, indicating there was text waiting for her to read. "speak of the devil.

"what did he say?"

"he just wants to know if there's something going on with you and me."

"yeah he's definitely jealous."

y/n took his chain off and handed it back to him. "thanks for helping, chris. i think i need to go talk him off a ledge though. wish me luck."

"good luck." chris chuckled as y/n made her way up the stairs. she was set on going to matt's room to talk to him but when she made it to the top of the stairs, matt was standing at the fridge. when he heard her approach the kitchen, he turned to face her. y/n spoke first.

"that was a fun stream. i'm glad you guys keep inviting me to take part in them."

"the fans requested it. and we love to please our fans." matt sipped on the water he pulled from the fridge. "so, you and chris are together now, right?"

"what? no." y/n raised an eyebrow. "chris and i are just friends, matt."

"that's what we tell people about us." he tipped the bottle up and downed most of the water. "but it still isn't believable. plus he really likes you."

"and i love him too. but he understands it's only ever going to stay platonic between us."

"that's a shame. you guys would be good together."

"why are you acting like this?"

"like what?"

"like you're okay with me and chris being a thing. it's obvious it bothers you. so why won't you just admit it."

"fine." he set the water bottle down on the table. "you want me to tell how mad i am that you ditched me tonight for him? you want me to tell you how pissed i am that you guys flirted right in front of me the whole night and didn't seem to care that it bothered me?" he stopped to take a breath. "you want me to admit that i love when you wear this outfit but that i hated you wearing chris' chain? and that it should've been mine? fine. i'll admit to all those things because it's what you want. and it's the truth. i wish you had been in my room tonight but i can't change that. i missed you, even though you were only downstairs. it didn't seem fair, and it still doesn't, that you chose to stay with chris tonight when you're always in my room. it really bothered me when you flirted with my brother. especially because he knows how i feel about you." matt leaned against the counter. "i hate talking about my feelings. why are you making me do this?"

"because i needed to hear you say you were jealous. it was chris' idea for me to wear this because he knew it would get to you. and i didn't want to wear his chain. but he figured it might help if you saw that. maybe he thought that it would show you what you'd be missing if you didn't admit to yourself what everyone was already noticing. you like me, matt. why can't you come right out and say it?"

"i hate talking about my feelings." he repeated.

"guess what? so do i. but this is a conversation that needs to happen."

"okay, yes. i like you. happy?"

"ecstatic." y/n rolled her eyes. "could you say it with a little more enthusiasm?"

"no." he deadpanned.

"i like you too, matt. you never had to worry about chris. and this whole thing could've been avoided if you had just told me. we wouldn't have had to have this stupid conversation about feelings." y/n sighed. "but now that they're out in the open, there's nothing holding us back, right?" she moved in front of him. "we like each other. isn't that wonderful?"

"yeah. i guess. i hate how it came out because i had a plan to tell you and none of it involved anger or jealousy." matt reached out for her hand which she let him hold. "i don't like being angry towards you. i hate it."

"i know, matt. but it's okay. i'm here now to change your mood."

"can you stay with me tonight?" matt looked down at her. "i just want to go to sleep with you in my arms, knowing that it means something more this time."

"matt, it has always meant something." y/n pushed up on her toes and placed a kiss to his lips. he didn't hesitate to return the favor as they made their way to his bedroom. matt got on the bed and as soon as y/n joined him, he pulled her close.

"i don't want to let you go."

"you don't have to, matt." y/n closed her eyes and curled into his body. "i'm here for as long as you want me."

"does forever sound good?"

"it sounds perfect."

[seellove]

Counterfeit Shrines // sukuna x female reader

Masterlist

Chapter 6 - Quicksand // (3.7k words) // 18+

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You're a late bloomer when it comes to cursed energy, entering Tokyo Jujutsu High partway through the 4th year on the support student track. Because of this, you get paired with the only combat track sorcerer without a partner for obvious reasons, Ryomen Sukuna. He's had a tragic upbringing as a human that is part curse with dark expectations for how to live his life. However, after meeting you, he slowly starts to see the possibility of a different path with someone he might love.

Content Tags/Warnings Throughout Work: Reader and Sukuna are Jujutsu Sorcerers in a JJK AU, explicit smut, violence/blood/injury, dubious consent, dubious morality, drug and alcohol use, falling in love, angst, comfort, fluff, happy ending

A/N: Lord I am so bad at posting this story on Tumblr, going to try to make it a point to upload more. Story is at Chapter 24 on AO3 just FYI. Also the smut is beginning and there's a lot for the foreseeable future in case that isn't your thing!

He stares back at you with unblinking eyes. Your eyes return the gaze, pleading with him, please don’t say no. You don’t think you could handle the embarrassment. The fear of rejection lingers in your mind and you immediately regret saying anything.

The look of shock on his face subsides. Sukuna coughs and clears his throat before responding. 

“Are you sure brat?”

You nod, feeling a flush spread across your face. “Yes, I don’t want to be alone right now. I still feel scared from the mission. I don’t know why it's affecting me so much.”

“Cursed energy from curses is more easily absorbed by humans, it's how they come to be after all. But curses are drawn to curses, so even the energy you absorbed could be essentially sucked out of you if there was another curse around,” Sukuna explains as he walks into your room.

“Alright, where do you want me?” Sukuna changes the subject rapidly.

“What? Where do I want you?” you chuckle awkwardly.

“Where do you want me to sleep?”

“Oh, ha, wherever you want,” you say awkwardly. 

Sukuna glances at the bed immediately.

“In the bed is fine, it’s plenty big enough. If you want to, that is,” you try not to sound either eager or disappointed. Honestly you don’t really know which one you want to feel. On one hand you are nervous he’d try something. On the other you are hoping he’ll try something. Wait what? Why can’t your brain just brain normally for once.

Sukuna walks past you having your existential crisis, turning his phone off and putting it on the nightstand.

“You turn your phone off when you sleep?” you try to make conversation as you approach the space next to where he stands.

“Tonight I am.”

Your heart drops to your stomach as your breath chokes in your throat. No no, don’t overthink it, probably just wants to make sure it doesn’t disturb you, 

“Sleep on that side,” Sukuna points to the other side of the bed.

“Pretty bold to tell me to sleep in my own hotel room,” you joke as you look up at him.

“I’ll be between you and the door this way,” Sukuna says nonchalantly, “but make no mistake, I could protect you no matter where I am in this room.”

“Well I’m glad the big bad curses won’t be able to get me,” you laugh as you walk around the bed.

You climb in and nestle under the covers, eying Sukuna as he slides in next to you. You turn on your side to face him, receiving a questioning side eyed look.

“What brat?”

“It’s like a sleepover, did you have sleepovers with your friends growing up?” you smile and giggle at him.

 “Why are you asking me about such a stupid thing right now?”

“Sleepovers aren’t stupid!” you play up a gasp to him.

“Just answer the question you big grump.”

Sukuna chuckles, rolling his eyes, “you really just love to test my patience. No, there wasn’t much in the way of sleepovers when I was a kid.”

“Hmm,” you hum, finding his comment interesting. Surely he hasn’t been so prickly his whole life, so you were expecting him to at least have been to a sleepover.

“How was-”

“Can you shut up and fucking kiss me?”

Oh shit. 

“Alright alright!” you can barely get out as he closes the gap between you, one hand cupping your cheek. He gives you a cheeky grin, glancing up into your eyes, then back down towards your mouth as his lips find yours.

Your body feels stiff as he kisses you, still recovering from his demanding statement. His lips start to move slowly against yours, pulling you out of your stupor to follow his lead. His hand holds your cheek in place as a nibble on your bottom lip has your lips parting, coaxing his tongue into your mouth. 

Your pulse begins to quicken, your entire body tingling as you relax into the kiss. You move your hand to the back of his head, gripping his hair as you continue the languid rhythm between your mouths. 

You feel his movements becoming more desperate as if the breaths from your throat were the last source of air in the room. He rolls you from your side to your back, lips still locked as he leans over you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You start to feel light headed but your need for his kisses outweighs that of oxygen at the moment.

The weight from his large body presses you into the mattress as he kisses you with force. You pull him down harder, matching his ferocity with each swirl of your tongue. Your bottom lip ends up gently trapped within his teeth, allowing you to take a deep breath finally. 

Inhaling the oxygen brings life back to your brain, pushing butterflies down into your stomach and chest. Sukuna pulls away briefly, dark lidded eyes meeting yours as he looks at you with a hunger you’ve never seen before.

The dark energy you had been feeling earlier has vanished and in its place, a warm, relaxed feeling spreads throughout your body. Sukuna lays beside you, ghosting his fingers down your neck, tucking your hair behind your ear. You tilt your neck slightly as a silent invitation for him to keep going, which has Sukuna not hesitating a moment more. His breath is hot on your skin as he plants the first soft kiss of many on your exposed neck. The featherlight kisses morph into more urgent nips and nibbles which converge on sensitive skin below your ear that currently has you panting for more.

“Ah Sukuna,” you moan as you feel a tingle from your neck to your groin, the feeling of his teeth on your skin causing your core to clench around nothing involuntarily. 

You pull at his shirt, wanting to see him. Feel him. He pauses a moment to let you pull it over his shoulders, slinging it onto the floor. The dim light of the room casts shadows across his massive frame as he looms over you, eyes scanning you before he dives back into your neck. His feathery kisses are long gone and replaced by something much harsher, likely leaving marks on your skin as he nips and sucks his way down toward your chest. 

He moves to slot his thigh between your legs, nudging them open before settling himself between them. His muscular thighs fill up all the space between yours as you press your knees against him. He pulls you forward and slowly lifts at your shirt, glancing up at you for your silent approval. You need to feel more of him on you, so you assist him in pulling it off, finally revealing your breasts to him.

His eyes widen and his lips part as he takes in the sight. His gaze roams over your exposed chest and stomach, and soon his hand follows. He traces your body from your collarbone to your breast with his fingertips, kneading at the soft flesh all the while giving you a surreal look.

“Never seen boobs before?” you joke lightly.

“Not yours, been wanting to for a while though,” he responds in a gravelly voice.

You gasp as he pinches your nipple between his fingers, the new sensation sending a wave of fire south towards your core. 

Sukuna smirks and takes this as his sign to do it again and again. His skilled touch has hardened your nipples, making them even more accessible and sensitive to his ministrations.

“You like it when I touch you like this?” his voice is deep and full of lust as he looks into your eyes, pupils blown.

“Mmm yes S’kuna,” you whimper under his touch. His hands release your tits which elicits a whine at the loss of contact.

“Don’t worry I’m not done with you yet,” he grins as he leans against the bed frame, pulling you up to straddle him. Your knees rest on either side of his legs so you are now face to face. The brief moment of eye contact this close feels very intimate, but it breaks as he pulls you in for another desperate kiss. Your bare chests are now pressed together as his arms wrap around your back, pulling you closer while your hands do the same. His hands begin to roam to your front and knead at your breasts as his kisses get deeper and deeper. 

Your moans at this point are absorbed by his mouth as you feel his thumb and fingers teasing at your nipples again, rolling and pinching them until you can hardly breathe. He pushes your arms up so you are now gripping the top bed frame, giving his mouth access to your tits. His lips are on you in an instant, tongue rolling one of your sensitive buds while his hand still works the other. The pool of fire you began feeling in your core burns hotter now, the pressure causing you to writhe under his touch.

“Oh my god,” you cry out as his wet tongue rolls lazy circles around your nipple. His strong arm supports your back as you arch into his mouth, hands raking through his hair. You’ve never felt like this before, not even close, all you can do is stare at the tattoo symbol on his forehead as you try to not completely collapse.

You can’t stop the lewd high pitched moan that comes from you paired with the wet popping sounds coming from his mouth on your breasts. You want more, need more, so you plunge one of your hands into your shorts to try and alleviate the aching desire in your cunt. 

He grabs your wrist, quickly, stopping you from making contact. You whine in response, your core desperate for some kind of relief.

“I’ll do that for you,” he says in a low voice, not as a question, but a statement.

“Hurry,” you don’t even think, your lower body aching for relief at this point. 

He pulls you down hard into his lap, both of you gasping as your clit makes contact with his erection. The friction finally gives you the relief you’ve been craving as you grind yourself against him, seeking more. 

“Fuck,” he moans as you grind against him, his fingers raking into the skin of your back. His eyes are now closed and his teeth are pinning down his bottom lip. Every roll of your hips on his hard dick gives sends a bolt of pleasure into your clit, through your stomach and down your thighs. And he’s big, your clit never not in contact with his hardened length. 

He slowly lowers you onto your back, bracing himself with one arm, never breaking the contact between you two. You lift your hips as he pulls your shorts and panties off, noticing him fingering the damp material. You suddenly feel vulnerable, completely exposed to him.

His eyes flash a deep red, glowing in the dim light as he looks down at you in an almost predatory way. You feel like he could devour you right here, tongue flicking across his lips as he scans your body. 

“You good?” his deep voice breaks the silence. 

“Yeah, I want to keep going,” you reply. You can feel the need burning between your legs, Sukuna the only one who can quench the flames. There’s no way you could stop now.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he smirks.

“I-I want you to touch me down here,” you move his hand to your lower stomach.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“Not with someone else….just on my own,” you whimper, getting impatient.

“Mm, I see,” he seems to ponder this momentarily, but the hunger never leaves his eyes as he glances towards your core. “Tell me if it gets uncomfortable.”

He slides his fingers through your already drenched folds, groaning as they glide with ease. You twitch with the initial sensitivity, but it quickly passes and you sigh as he carefully circles your slit.

“So wet for me already,” he growls as he explores your soaking core as if committing it to memory.

“You have no idea how good I’m gonna make you feel,” he coos in your ear as he slides one finger inside of you. You gasp at the initial stretch, just one of his felt like two of yours, filling you up and going deeper than you ever could. You clench around him as he begins to move slowly, knuckles dragging along your walls with each pump of his hand. The initial pain subsides as he continues to probe deeper inside of you.

He slips a second finger in and you close your eyes, gritting your teeth as the stretching sensation returns.  

“You’re taking it so well, just relax,” his words quell the anxiety in your chest as the pain subsides quicker this time.

He picks up the pace, fingers scissoring and probing your tight cunt. His knuckles drag against sensitive spots you didn’t know you had as he curls his fingers inside you with each thrust of his hand. He tests different angles and twists of his fingers until he hits a spot that has you mewling. His thumb begins to brush against your clit, making your legs shake from the pleasure. 

“Right there, keep doing that,” you whine as he finds your sweet spot. Your breathing is getting heavier as you feel your core begin to heat up. He has a serious look on his face, concentrating on pushing you closer to the edge. 

“Suck on my tits,” you pull his face to your chest, and he begins rolling your nipple in his mouth again without hesitation, causing you to emit a guttural moan, your release imminent.

“Suk, don’t stop, I’m gonna cum,” you gasp. The drag of his thumb across your clit and curling of his fingers has you on the precipice of shattering. He keeps the pace exactly how you need it, the squelching sounds becoming louder as you are nearing your release. Then everything snaps, emitting high pitched whines as you dig your nails into the back of his head, your vision whiting out as an orgasm rips through you better than anything you could imagine. Your cunt clenches around him, gripping him fiercely as he finger fucks you through your orgasm, hot waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. 

He can’t keep his eyes off you as you look up to see an excited look on his face. A prideful smirk forms as you make eye contact.

His pace slows as you come back to reality, pulling his fingers carefully out of you. Coated in your cum, he brings them to his mouth and groans as he tastes you. Your body feels weightless as pure bliss washes over you, barely even acknowledging the world around you. 

“You taste so good,” Sukuna murmurs. He leans in to give you a deep kiss and you taste yourself on his tongue, a sweet and salty flavor lingers in your mouth as he pulls away. 

“Not done with you yet though,” he grins, starvation apparent in his gaze.

You gulp in nervousness. Does he mean sex? Your timid glance gives yourself away.

“No, not that, not yet at least,” he chuckles, “let me show you.”

He stands up and kicks his pants off, standing before you in nothing but his tight boxers. The outline of his giant cock strains against them, precum staining the fabric. You’d never be able to take all that, you decide, thank god that wasn’t on the table. Your eyes snap back up to him just in time to see him pounce on you, pushing you up towards the headboard as he positions himself between your legs again. His massive arms cage you in from both sides as you run your hands along his biceps, feeling them tense as he holds himself up. You trace the tattoos along his arm, meandering over to his chest hovering over you. His fluffy pink hair falls into his eyes as he relaxes under your touch. 

Sukuna eases himself down onto you, his erection coming down to push against your clit, causing you to gasp and grip his arms as your hips buck against his. He begins to move, grinding himself against your clit, rolling his length back and forth over your sensitive bud. Your eyes roll back, each pass of his cock against you sending sparks through your body that threaten to dismantle the last of your self control. 

He starts to move faster, hips snapping as he drives himself against your clit, the thin fabric of his silky boxers becoming soaked with your slick and his precum, helping him glide over you smoothly. 

“Fuck I can feel how wet you are,” he groans as he moves even faster, pressing himself even harder against you. You feel your core beginning to tighten up, a sign of another orgasm slowly building. 

“Don’t stop, keep doing that,” you moan. You instinctively push his ass down with your feet to give more needed friction, hips rolling to meet each thrust. His face is starting to morph into a sneer exposing his prominent canines, eyes blazing. You swear you see his nails lengthen into claws as he digs into the mattress next to you. He looks almost…demonic, like he could tear his teeth into you at any time and wipe the light from your eyes. The sense of danger just turns you on, and you dig your nails into his back as you pull him down so his bare chest is on yours. 

Your cries become louder as the waves of pleasure rip through your body bringing you to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Fuck!” Your body cracks, pleasure surging through your body. Your toes curl as you press your hips hard against his, rutting against him, desperate for his cock as you come undone beneath him. His face looks surprised but then turns serious, brows furrowing with concentration as he chases his own release. His hips stutter as he finds his own orgasm, feeling him pulsing against you, his boxers hot and wet against your clit from cum soaking through to your skin. He moans through the waves of pleasure, slowly coming to a stop and collapsing onto you panting.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close to you, his head unmoving at the base of your chin. You both lay like this for a few minutes, your fingers running through his hair, scratching his scalp.

Sukuna finally rolls off of you with a loud sigh, his nails back to normal and his eyes back to their normal light red color. You feel shy and exposed all of a sudden, pulling the blanket over you. 

“I’m gonna go get changed,” he grins sheepishly while looking down at his stained boxers, causing you to laugh. He rolls off the bed and pulls on his pants. 

“Here,” he throws his shirt at you that you take as a sign to put on. 

“Are you coming back?” You ask curiously.

“That was my plan,” he doesn’t look up as he situates his pants. “Unless you don’t want that.”

“No, I mean, yes I want you to come back, only if you want to,” you mumble.

He snorts with a laugh, “ok then I’ll be right back,” he closes the door behind him.

Rolling onto your back, you stare up at the ceiling. You don’t know what to think, you just let your combat partner finger fuck you and make you come apart twice by his hand, then cum all over himself from grinding on your clit. This wasn’t supposed to happen, certainly wasn’t in any of the orientation paperwork, but here you are, with nothing on except for his shirt. 

You liked it though, loved it even. It's the best you’ve ever felt in your life, and for how much of an asshole he is, he was a very attentive lover. You felt comfortable doing this with him, all of the subtle check-ins to make sure you were ok and his attention to your reactions were very much appreciated. Would things be weird now though? Would he come to regret this while he’s in his room? How would he treat you going forward?

You knew he wouldn’t be loyal to you, but it didn’t really matter. Sukuna was now your closest friend at school besides Shoko, you didn’t really feel any jealousy towards the other girls you knew he messed around with. If your friend just so happened to be hot as fuck give you the best orgasms of your life, then so be it. Plus you weren’t interested in a relationship anyways, your future goals were at the forefront of your mind. 

The door handle turning interrupts your thoughts as Sukuna reappears. He must have grabbed your room key when he left. He locks the door and rejoins you in the bed, stripping back down to his now fresh pair of boxers.

“Damn Sukuna, are we on a no clothes basis now?” you giggle. 

“Oh please my fingers were all up inside you 20 minutes ago and now you are worried about clothes,” he rolls his eyes and pulls you against him, causing you to squeak in surprise. “Now hush and go to sleep.” 

Sukuna reaches over you to turn the lamp off. You feel his arms around you, pulling you closer until your back meets his chest, securing you against him as the little spoon. His fingers draw lazy circles on your wrist and his leg threads itself between yours.

No words are needed right now, maybe you should just let the moment be, lying close to each other in this temporary peace. After your day of fighting curses, you both deserve to relax. 

The post orgasm fatigue hits you and you quickly find yourself fast asleep, Sukuna wrapped around you already lightly snoring.

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[fishyfishyfishtimes]

It's always so weird to come down from the biology heavens to see what the average person believes about animals, plants, ecosystems, just the world around them. I don't even mean things that one simply doesn't know because they've never been told or things that are confusing, I'm talking about people who genuinely do not see insects as animals. What are you saying. Every time I see a crawling or fluttering little guy I know that little guy has motivations and drive to fulfill those motivations. There are gears turning in their head! They are perceiving this world and they are drawing conclusions, they are conscious. And yet it's still a whole thing if various bugs of the world feel pain or if they are simply Instinct Machines that are Not Truly Aware of Anything At All????? Help!!!!!! How can you look at a little guy and think he is just the macroscopic animal version of a virus

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[miraculouslbcnreactions]

The fandom can't make up its mind on what's supposed to be a joke and what's supposed to be serious because the show can't either half the time. It's a tonally disjointed mess that wants to have absurd over-the-top humor as well as a plot and moments of drama, romance, and angst that demand you see the characters as people and feel for what they're going through. Except you can't do that without also treating the dumb bullshit in a somewhat grounded way. Like, you're still dealing with the same characters. You can't just go "Oh, that? Let's ignore that!" the moment it's no longer convenient to you. You've opened this can of worms and now you have to sleep in it. So, every character flip-flops between two different versions of themselves depending on what the writers need in any particular scene.

This is not to say surreal humor can't be used right alongside characters you're supposed to empathize with, Teen Titans (not Go) did that and it worked. It's just that the absurdity can only come from the setting (Mad Mod, Mother Mae-Eye, pretty much anything Control Freak is in) or from designated joke characters (Date With Destiny). Teen Titans never had the main characters acting in clearly absurd ways as the butt of a joke unless those characters were brainwashed somehow, because the writers knew that would ruin any of the more grounded moments they wanted to write. The writers of Miraculous missed the memo on that one.

I don't disagree. A perfect example is Derision where the show takes all of the bad jokes about Marinette's crush and decides to take them seriously as if you can possible take them seriously without making Marinette come across as unhinged and dangerous. You can't, which brings us to the topic at hand: how do you even begin to understand these characters when the show is constantly making character-breaking choices?

My approach - and the approach I recommend others take if they're going to keep watching the show - is to focus on the characters' cores and reject anything canon does to violate those cores. I don't argue for this stance because I love the characters so much that I only want the good things to count. I take this stance because, if you don't, then the characters fall apart. There is no way to make them work as fully realized characters while embracing every choice canon has made. Miraculous has massive characterization issues that go well beyond the humor.

For example, Adrien has multiple moments of terrible behavior that are played in a serious manner such as the moment in the episode Frozer where he tries to start a fight with Ladybug in the middle of an akuma attack because she wouldn't accept a rose from him earlier:

Setup

Ladybug: I can't accept this rose from you. I told you already. I'm in love with someone else. Cat Noir: I know, M'lady. But if he weren't here, would things be different between us? Ladybug: Well, you know, I can't even begin to imagine him not being here. I'm sorry, Cat Noir. I really gotta get going, and you better do the same. (Swings her yo-yo to head back home; Cat Noir is sad, looking downwards, with one petal of the rose falling.)

Payoff

Ladyice: Cat Noir. We need to set up a trap for whoever turned the city into a giant ice rink. (throws yo-yo) Icecat: (bitterly) My feline instincts prefer to track and observe before I attack. You go your way, I'll go mine. Ladyice: Please don't tell me you're mad at me about the rose. Icecat: There may be a certain chill now between us. Ladyice: I get it, but we should really focus on saving Paris right now. Icecat: We don't always have to do everything together, after all. It's not like we're a couple. (skates away)

There's no way to argue this off as a bad joke. While Adrien has every right to feel hurt, those feelings don't excuse him acting like a pouting child in the middle of an akuma fight. It doesn't excuse him acting like this at any point! Ladybug is not a villain for telling him no. She wasn't even mean about it!

I clearly fully agree that Adrien looks awful and selfish here, but I'd still argue that it's not something that should be used to define Adrien's character if your goal is to tell the "ideal" version of Miraculous. "Ideal" being the version that canon seems to be going for based on the overall picture we can sort of make out if we back way, way, way up and look at the extremely abstract picture canon is clumsily painting.

Unless canon is going to do something monumentally stupid, Adrien is Marinette's endgame romantic interest. It's also clear that there is no plan to cut him from the team. He's going to be Chat Noir for the rest of his life or at least well into his adulthood. This means that he is supposed to be a good hero who deserves his miraculous just like he's supposed to be a charming and cute romantic lead. These are the two things I keep in mind when trying to shift through canon to figure out what writing choices I should fully embrace and what writing choices I have to either ignore or treat as true flaws that get an actual character arc. In my book, either approach is fine because most of the characters are deeply flawed at this point and you can't give them all arcs without bloating the story to nonsense levels.

My goal with this approach is never to say, "oh, that moment shouldn't count in terms of how people feel about the character." It's more, "that moment goes so hard against who this character is very clearly supposed to be that I can't take it into account if I want to tell the kind of story that Miraculous is trying (and clearly failing) to tell."

As an example, let's list off Adrien's worst behaviors. The things that make him look terrible:

He sucks at communicating his needs and feelings, leading to multiple moments where he gets mad at Ladybug for things she's totally unaware of

He has quit or considered quitting without warning multiple times and only one of those was because of something he did "wrong" (NYC Special)

He puts his feelings before the safety of Paris on multiple occasions, even going so far to purposely miss akuma fights to see what happens

He is incredibly pushy about his crush, often ignoring Ladybug's feelings on the topic by continuing to bring it up even after she asked him to stop

There have been multiple instances where he almost cataclysmed multiple people in a fit of anger

His love for Ladynette isn't strong enough to let him break free of things like akumas and nightmare dust even when he's looking her in the eyes making him a pretty crappy romantic lead

People will argue that some of this behavior makes sense for his character because of the abuse that canon has technically introduced, but that the writers seem blissfully unaware of. I don't disagree with that argument, but that doesn't change the fact that none of this is acceptable behavior for a hero and Adrien is a hero who keeps doing these things. A sad backstory doesn't give you the right to behave poorly without consequences.

At the same time, if I fully embrace these elements of canon, what I get is an Adrien salt fic where he loses his miraculous for good while Marinette finds her real true love or even just a non-salty fic where Adrien leaves for his own meatal health and gets replaced by someone who can handle being a hero right now. Canon's not writing either of those, so the only way to engage with these flaws while enjoying canon or aiming for the same end goals as canon is to say, "I guess this doesn't count" or "I guess I need to tone this way down and work through it via a character arc" or even "I guess that was just a bad joke maybe?"

That is the essence of what I mean when I call myself a writing salt, character sugar blog. It comes from looking at canon and seeing that there's simply no way to embrace the worst moments and the best at the same time. We're not dealing with a coherent plot and/or complex characters. We're dealing with a nonsense plot that will warp the characters to bizarre shapes to make random ideas work even if those idea go wildly against canon's end goals.

As an example, Glaciator and Frozer should not exist in the same universe or, at the very least, something should explain why Chat Noir randomly changed his stance on Ladybug's crush from acceptance to pushiness. As is, the pieces don't fit together. The behavior is too contradictory. Remember, this is how Glaciator ends:

Perhaps Ladybug will love me someday. I mean, like, I love her. I have to believe. In the meantime, her friendship is the best gift of all.

Where did this version of Adrien go? Why did he regress in Frozer? There's no in-universe reason. It happened because the writers weren't ready to let the love square date or grow close, but they also wanted the love square to cause drama, so Adrien ends up looking terrible just like Marinette ends up looking terrible when it's her turn to cause love square drama. Her terribleness takes a different flavor so it can be hard to realize that this is a systemic issue, but that's what it is. It's deeply frustrating, but it also clearly stems from cheap writing and not quality characterization.

This is also why my stance is that canon as a whole only supports my Doyalistic core-character analysis style of approach. The writing is too poor quality to do Watsonian analysis where you embrace the full picture and try to put it all together. The closest I'll get to Watsonian analysis is pointing out how much the writing botches a Watsonian take by showing you all the way the writing contradicts itself, twisting into a nonsense pretzel of frustration where the payoffs never satisfy! (See the season four rant for an example or anything where I talked about Chloe's supposed damnation arc.)

There are even characters where canon is such a total mess that you can Doyalistically argue for two separate takes! Gabriel is a perfect example. He is all over the place and his ending was so poorly handled that you can make strong arguments for writing him as a cold-hearted villain or a sympathetic villain without the end result feeling like it spits in the face of canon because both takes maintain his one core element: villain.

That's the big thing I keep in mind when I look at the characters and the lore and the plots and try to come up with versions that the average fan would like. I don't think that there's one true version of any of these things, but I do feel comfortable saying that there are versions that will very clearly only appeal to people who are salty about a specific thing that canon did poorly. That's not who I want to appeal to in my adaptions, so while I'm not going to argue that those takes have no backing in canon, I will argue that those takes are not supported by canon as a whole. Embracing them requires you to take the worst parts of canon at face value while ignoring what canon is clearly trying to do with the overall story.

I get the appeal of that, but it's not fun for me because that approach feels like rolling around in the mud with the pigs. I don't want to sink to canon's level! I want to have fun! That's why I talk about how to make canon into its best self, not its worst self. If you want its worst self, just go watch the actual show. I will be shocked it if disappoints you.

[riiviir]

hey guys so I just started reading Flatland by Edwin A. Abbott and OMG AHSBNSBSBSNSNBSHZHSHDBFHGGHFHGRJ2KSHSBSNSK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THINKING ABOUT THE RELATIVITY BETWEEN DIMENSIONS!!!!!!

[clawsextended]

on a note to all: my plotting style is something i like to call i have adhd and if i see you on the dash and have an idea chances are i’ll im you about it. i’m an anxious little dude who isn’t always active in a broad scope, and it’s always been my nature to reach out to people. that doesn’t make me even remotely anxious. not even remotely expected to answer me — i totally get it, sometimes you don’t feel the vibe — but a general psa about how i work. i come from the dinosaur era where the only way to communicate with one another on any level was to directly talk to them and frankly i don’t even know how else you’re ever supposed to plot with a person otherwise. like… how do you write if you never talk????

[cinnamon-phrog]

Chat there is a disturbance in my bones most unsound [I realised I might be iffy sharing the trio with non-friends]

[readwritealldayallnight]

It’s been months since Simon has been home

All he wants is to see you, his sweet girl, so much so that he loses track of what the actual date on the calendar is, in favour of counting down the days, hours, and minutes until you’re in his arms again

That’s why Simon’s surprise when he walks in to the local shops is genuine, before quickly turning into annoyance, when he notices that almost all the shelves are stocked with things for Valentine’s Day

Bright red, pink, and purple gifts covered in glitter and sparkles, sequins and jewels, all of them screaming out one word, over and over and over again for shoppers to see

Love

It’s a word Simon tries not to think about too often, in spite of it being part of his daily vocabulary

Yes, while your hunk of a man’s favourite pet name for you has always been love, it’s a word he has yet to say to you outside of being anything more than a name, a word he has yet to say he feels for you, even though his heart spells it out with ease each time he is with you

It’s hard for him because he can remember exactly the last time he told someone that three word sentence

Christmas Eve, a lifetime ago, he’d just gotten off the phone with his brother, sister-in-law, and nephew, hearing the young boy shout out into the receiver that he loved his uncle Si, a light hearted chuckle slipping past the Lieutenants lips before he’d replied back without issue that he loved him too, before he hung up and never heard his family’s voices ever again

He wants to say it to you because it’s true

He does love you more than anything, but he just can’t bring himself to say it

Those memories have become so tangled up in trauma, his mind associating darker times with those three goddamn words, the ones he knows would mean so much for you to hear he just can’t bring himself to speak aloud

He has dreams where he forces himself to say it, where he tells you a thousand times over that he loves you, whispers it in your ear, shouts it from the rooftops, writes it down everywhere for you to see and even etches it into his flesh with a needle and ink, until the dreams become nightmares and he’s yelling those words at your bloody corpse, writing it in the snow dusting your tombstone, waking up in a cold sweat, dreading the day you say those three words to him and he can’t explain why he can’t say them back

And while he can’t yet explain to you all of the demons that continue to call his skull their home, he finds himself not needing to, not with you

With you, there is no pressure to say things that cause him more pain than joy, there is no need to explain things that he struggles to fully comprehend himself, there is no need to perform or act in any way that isn’t true to him, not with you, his sweet girl who somehow understands him more than he feels he understands himself most days

Instead, with you, he gets to say things that are his own version of I love you, no matter how grand or small:

“I see you”

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever had”

“I can’t believe I get to call you mine”

“You make me so happy”

“Let me carry that for you”

“Put your seatbelt on”

“I made dinner”

“I’ll do the dishes, you go sit”

When the 14th of February eventually rolls around, you aren’t expecting anything out of the ordinary, never having acknowledged the upcoming gimmick of a holiday with Simon

Which is why you’re so surprised when you wake up to find the spot next to you in bed empty, noises in the kitchen letting you know Simon hasn’t gone far

Bare feet slowly padding towards the sounds of a grand breakfast being prepared with much frustration from a seasoned soldier who struggles to use seasoning, you can’t help the overwhelming grin that takes over you face when you see nothing more than a simple card standing up on the dining table, no bells or whistles, no flower petals thrown all over the flat, no orchestra serenading you awake, just you and Simon, all you need, all you want

Reading the card stretches your smile further than you thought possible, quickly sneaking up on your love to wrap your arms around him from behind, his own matching smile etched upon his face as he scrambles up the eggs, imagining you enjoyed the card, which reads in his scratchy handwriting:

“ I ♥️ you ”

[caotictimmy]

if you're doing mouthwashing can i have daisuke x reader hcs plz... just pretend the tulpar never crashed i want him to be happy hjdkjkdsjg

OMG ANON…you get me. Daisuke has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Ok so here are how the headcanons are gonna go. Pre dating/confession. Dating and NSFW. I had another anon ask me to do NSFW head canons with daisuke. So why not kill two birds with one stone. The regular head canon r gonna be Gn. But the NSFW are gonna have some AFAB stuff. Still can kinda be read as Gn.

Crushing - Confession

- I believe Daisuke crushing on you would be a very, you fell first, but he fell harder kinda thing.

- I think that because Daisuke can be well.. a bit dense (still love him though). That he’s not really gonna pick up on any hints or flirting. So you kinda of have to wait till he realizes he likes you.

- When he does realize he likes you is probably when you were sticking up for him against Swansea(I love you Swansea but you still were mean to Daisuke🙁).

- It’s gonna be easy to tell when he likes you. This man is gonna be so obvious😭🙏

- We all know he’s eager to please right? He’s doing this with you 2 times more. Always asking if you needed anything, he’d be right on it.

-Little things to. I’m talking some laying his shirt over a puddle for you to step on. I feel like he tries to woe you with these gestures.(and it works)

- Daisuke loves listening to your voice. No matter how your voice sounds. He’ll go out of his ways to find you to ramble on about something. He thinks you look and sound cute rambling. o(^w^)o

- Also I think he just likes looking at you. There have been MANY times where Swansea has smacked Daisuke in the back of the head, cause he got sidetrack staring at you with this very lovesick grin. Staring like you personally hung the stars for him.

- Daisuke would be a bit too nervous to think of confessing first. So Swansea would definitely be pushing him to confess. He’s tired of seeing you two ogling at each other and doing nothing about it😒.

- Our sly little man some how convinced Curly to make a cake for him to give you. (I swear on my life curly is a die hard romantic but I’m saving that for when I do headcanons on him later)

- I feel like Daisuke would sneak in your room. Waiting for you to enter. When you do he lifts up the cake in his hands, “ Imadeyouthiscakewillyoudateme” He rambled out. Being scared you would say no.

- But when you say yes. I’m not kidding he shouted “WHOO HOO!!!”. It was very funny. Daisuke would quickly put the cake down and rush to hug you,

Dating

- I feel like the affection he likes to receive is words of affection and physical contact. And for what he usually gives. Acts of service and physical affection. Let me explain

-(Daisuke receiving) It’s a bit obvious that Daisuke probably hasn’t gotten a lot of praise in his life. So I believe that he absolutely melts when you give him these encouraging words. It can range from a lot. From a small, “good job” to a “I love you so much, no matter what.”. It makes him so happy like you don’t even understand.

-(Daisuke receiving) Idk it’s just a an itch in my brain telling me. I think he likes all kinds of physical affection. From holding his pinky, to wrapping you arms and legs around him cuddling. If it insures some sort of touching he’s down. I also think he like resting his head on either your thighs, or chest. Resting his eyes. PLEASE scratch his head or tangle your fingers through his hair. He loves it so much. Like it calms him down so much.

-(Daisuke giving) You can’t tell me this man isn’t at least a bit clingy. Not in a “if you talk to someone else I’ll kill them” type of way but a “ you make me feel safe and secure” kind of way. Does that make sense? Anyways, he loves flopping onto you when he sees you laying down. Like I’m talking full rag doll flop. I fully believe he brought a stuff animal on the ship. So he fully treats you like a stuff animal. Quick random switch. I don’t think he likes being the small spoon. Only because I feel like he needs to sleep holding something. I don’t think he would mind being big spoon. But overall he prefers you two facing each other.

-(Daisuke giving) We all know he has a knack for trying to be as helpful as he can. We can see that when he tried to fix the vent! To trying to crawl up it to save Anya… guys I can’t do this anymore. ANYWAYS. This man does not want you to lift a FINGER. He is so head over heels inlove with you. He’ll do anything for you. He’ll ask him to bring you a star and he’d ask which one. LIKE HE LOVES YOU SM AND JUST WANTS TO SEE YOU HAPPY.

- He loves kissing. Receiving and giving. From a simple peck, to kissing your face all over. He just loves it so much. He finds it so romantic. Listen hear me out. Non sexual neck kissing. He could be waking up before you(highly unlikely). Softly kissing your neck to wake you up. Just soft and sweet.

- Late night talks are a must with him. It could be about anything really. From what plot twist you guys thought would happen on the shitty soap opera you guys were watching. What ifs, what your guys future would look like, what you guys would be if you were animals. The topics you guys talk about are far and wide. But he enjoys the comfort of being by you.

- You can’t tell me this man isn’t a big back. Daisuke definitely brought a bunch of snacks with him. So he will happily share with you. He is a very giving person. But also expect to get your food stolen sometimes.. make sure you get extra food in your plate to give him the rest. He would appreciate it a lot!!!!!:3

- He also really loves spending anytime he can with you. Especially if it involves games. Let me tell you. YOU DO NOT WANNA PLAY DRESS TO IMPRESS WITH THIS MAN. He would cook you so hard in the game it’s not even funny. He’s literally in the top 10 players in dress to impress.

NSFW - DO NOT READ IF YOUR A MINOR OR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW (AFAB)

- Praise kink. YOU GUYS CANT TELL ME I’M WRONG. You guys could water board me. Scream at me that I’m wrong. Every time you praise him when y’all are getting freaky. Busting. Like it gets him going SO HARD (pun intended) Like omg… Especially if you praise his efforts/ how good he’s doing. Pray that you’ll be able to walk after.

- This man is LOUD…… grunting, whimpering, moaning, panting. Any noise you can think of hes made it. Like he doesn’t even think of suppressing his noises. He also doesn’t want you to either! He loves hearing you. He thinks the louder you are = the better he’s doing. So please don’t suppress your noises he’ll get so sad:(. But back to the topic. This man needs something to muffle him. Wether that be kissing you, or lightly nibbling your neck. When he starts to get to loud you need to find a way to shut him up.

-Speaking of loud Swansea has definitely caught you guys once’s. Y’all were a bit to loud and he was wonder what was going on and… Let’s just say he wasn’t able to look at you guys for a bit. But after he gave Daisuke a fist bump. Man to man🗣️🗣️🗣️

- Daisuke is willing to try almost everything. I full heartedly believe this man is a virgin. The furthest he’s ever gone is making out. So he’s eager to learn! He was a bit nervous your guys first time. But after a bit that nervousness dissolved into eagerness! I don’t think he’d be into hurting you badly. And I don’t think he likes pain that much either. But I think he would like his hair being pulled. Or maybe you lightly scratching his back.

- I think he would be open to having sex not just in your rooms. Either in random room barely used. Or a couple of times on the couch when everyone was in their sleeping quarters. Thankfully you guys weren’t caught!!! But Curly was wondering what that clear sticky substances was on the couch…

-(AFAB) Munch no question asked. LISTEN WHEN I SAW HE WANTED AN EXTRA PACK OF SWEETENER I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT BIG BACK MUNCH BEHAVIOR. Also because this man loves to please. DO YALL SEE ME VISION. This man who’ll slurp it up like no tomorrow. His favorite made is your pleasure is his pleasure. But omg like he gets so into eating you out it’s not even funny… You have to pry his face away from your core. And he looks so hot. His hair a mess. His eyes dazed but still has that love in them. And your juice all over his face like…

- He doesn’t have a favorite position. He likes way too many. And when you asked him what position he liked the most, he only responded with, “how can I pick a favorite when there all so good, and what about the ones we haven’t tried yet!” Safe to say you guys went to go try some more positions 😜

- I know I’ve been doing really freaky headcanons but I think Daisuke loves soft sex and morning sexy to. Maybe the morning after a bad day HES still feeling bad. You both are still groggy but you have time before you have to get up. Hell sink himself into. Before thrusting as his arms are wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck, as he trailed kisses all along it. Just because he can be a freak doesn’t mean he can’t be really soft either.

- Daisuke loves cock warming. Try. Try to prove me wrong. He loves cuddling. He loves being as close to you as possible. What’s better than combining the two! But after a bit he does get a bit impatient and starts to subtly thrust. He really is trying to not to be you feel to good!

Authors note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I STARTED THIS WHEN I GOT HOME AND FELL ASLEEP MID WAY THROUGH WRITING THIS. Again sorry for request being slow I’m trying my best😭🙏