#im so excited to die over and over and learn

[adhdvane]

i got a ps5 for christmas :) but no games. a few days ago on my birthday my mother ordered bloodborne for me and said she wanted to try it too. it just came in today and I think she has decided she'd rather just watch me and enjoyed the little bit I played. happy to finally get to play this game ; x ; I didn't play too much bc my mother and i spent way to long in the character creator laughing and now I need to eat dinner. I'll probably play some more later tonight.

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i really do love practicing 🎻

[moeblob]

"We're just a polycule without the mutual romance, man! You can't just KICK ME OUT because I'm tired! That's mean bro :c"

And then the Traitor pleads his case with "I help your wife ALL the time! Like when you asked her to break your guillotine I helped her TORCH that thing! We destroyed your hard work together, man! That's how much I respect you and love you and would do for you!"

And the wife is like oh yeah he did help me a lot that's, true that's true while the husband remembers back to when she returned from the games and was like oh yeah don't worry. It's taken care of. I got help to ensure it's unusable.

The Loving Wife and Loving Husband try to care for the Traitor who is going through a crisis at being told "you could have said no" because he's the biggest yes-man in existence (to friends).

[antiiqueness]

DANCE WITH ME

character: bakugou katsuki warnings: none i can think of, just kinda sad to sweet and very sentimental >.< words: 1.2k

synopsis:

”Years and years of Masaru begging his beloved son to listen and take interest in the things he did, before he eventually gave up. Katsuki didn’t even notice when exactly his father stopped asking him, wishing now more than ever he had listened. He wanted that outlet. He wanted to be able to find joy in tranquil activities. You made him want that.”

notes: i luv him so much i wanna die. i'm in the works for a spooky little AU for him as well as one for tomura so stay tuned for those im vv excited hehe

Growing up Katsuki's parents wanted him to be the best. To do everything. His mother wanted him to find art in more aggressive sports and hobbies. His father however, pushed for actual art. Masaru had a genuine joy for the peaceful and quiet, something of which he couldn’t enjoy as much as he’d wished for with the home he lived in. Nevertheless, in the seldom moments he had of quiet, he danced, and painted, and sat in the garden of their home, enjoying the moments he had to himself and his thoughts.  

As a kid, Katsuki hated how his father would get in specific “moods” where he just wanted to be to himself and his thoughts. He never truly understood it growing up, until he met you. You were so alike to his father; wanting to sit and enjoy the peace you had in random little moments and increments. It was such a foreign concept to Katsuki.  

He looked at you as if you were an anomaly. When the two of you had first begun dating, he just didn’t get it, who would want to be in areas of time where no one could sit and appreciate what you do. At least with volleyball, and boxing, and debate classes you earn respect for doing it and winning.  

He would sit and watch you in seemingly your own world, planting flowers, or annotating classic literature and be brought back in time to when he was 12 years old seeing his dad sit in the garden reading the same exact book with a pencil in hand. Certain foods you would make, and specific songs you would play would remind him of his father and how much Katsuki truly missed him. 

It was raining out the day he saw you swinging on the porch with a cup of tea and a book in hand, when he had called his dad. He wanted to understand it; he wanted that same peace the two of you seemed to hold so dearly. He wanted to bond over it.  

As a kid his father wanted him to take ballroom dance classes, was adamant it would be a healthy outlet to learn to express himself and to get lost in. Mitsuki and Katsuki were not big on the idea though, brushing it off and pursing their interests that more often than not landed them or others in hospital beds.  

Years and years of Masaru begging his beloved son to listen and take interest in the things he did, before he eventually gave up. Katsuki didn’t even notice when exactly his father stopped asking him, wishing now more than ever he had listened. He wanted that outlet. He wanted to be able to find joy in tranquil activities. You made him want that. 

“I'm going to my parents for a bit, want me to grab anything on the way home?” Katsuki stood by the door of the backyard, looking out at the back of your head, you sitting silently in a chair, rocking back and forth. “No, I'm okay baby. Thank you.” quietly muttered as if it were a secret, you don’t turn around. He doesn't want you to. He just stands for a moment more before muttering a quick goodbye and closing the door.  

The drive itself is weird. He doesn’t know if it’s age or if he was having an odd midlife crisis, but he doesn’t speak a word the entire drive, just quietly excelling forward.  

When he arrives at the house he had grown up in, spent every memory of birthdays and holidays, where he learned to ride a bike, where he had his first tooth fall out, every memory lingering in the air around the house, he just stands at the door for a moment.  

He doesn’t know what was different this time, but something was. Maybe himself. Maybe he had finally grown up. He was changed, and content with it.  

His attention is only brought back to the present tense when the door opens, and he sees his father's brown eyes staring back at him. Katsuki doesn’t know what comes over him, but without saying a single word, he gently pushes his way into the house and grabs ahold of his father. He felt like a little kid all over again. He just wanted to hug and talk to his dad. He wanted to take those ballroom dance classes. He wanted to bond with him. 

So that's what they did. Masaru was a man of few words most his life, keeping relatively quiet and to himself, but coming completely out of his shell with his son now. He had taught Katsuki everything he wanted to learn with a small smile and a joy Katsuki had never seen in his father.  

By the end of the night Masaru had grabbed an old record and put it on the player, having classical music whirl throughout the house, before turning to Katsuki and teaching him how to dance. Mitsuki watched quietly, quieter than Katsuki had ever seen her, with a smile and tears gleaming her eyes, happy she could see her two favorite people bonding in ways she knew her husband had always wanted to with him. 

Katsuki felt closer to them, he felt as though he had truly understood family finally. He drove home with a smile, a calm, content smile that had rarely graced his handsome face, cheerful all the way up the steps to the home he shared with you.  

Opening the door, he knew his perspective had changed, knew that life was different, a good different, and that he was fortunate enough to share it with you. You had this lopsided smile on your face when you had seen him walk through the door, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him, covered in little raindrops.  

“I assume you had a good night at your parents’ place?” Helping him out of his jacket, you move to hang it on the rack before he stops you and interlaces his fingers with yours. “Let's dance.” he says simply, looking down at you with a look in his beautifully light eyes that gleamed and shone in enamor and affection.  

“What?” you laughed, taken aback and smiling even bigger, “Yeah, I wanna dance with you.” Tossing his phone onto the counter, the same song his father played for him started to drift throughout his new home, the home he shared with you, the home in which he held dearest of all, simply because you existed in it. you were his home.  

Grabbing ahold of you like his dad had shown him how to, he started to sway slowly, leaning his head against yours, and tightening his grip on your hips ever so lightly. He looked so odd, there was no anger, no irritation, no malice in his features whatsoever, just pure contentment. You wanted to live in this moment for the rest of the days you two had together, falling in love with him all over again.  

Katsuki Bakugou was great at many things, but as he grew and matured, he became great at understanding life, and how much peace was truly worth, especially if it meant this is how he could spend the rest of his life with you.  

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

same anon as before, but now that im thinking about it a sheep hair dresser might work better instead lol

Yandere Sheep Hybrid Hairstylist

Reference to this Post

Oh he’s just like the wolf really 

He’s sweet 

He’s fun 

He’s a great conversationalist

And he just has a way with curls of all types

It’s his true heart that makes him that much different…

I can’t wait to see this idiot die on national TV

“Your Highness thank you for accepting my services!” 

While Emile isn’t exactly a wolf in sheep's clothing 

Emmet is

The sheep hybrid knows that he’ll catch more flies with honey than vinegar

So he’s the sweetest darn sheep you’ll ever meet!

Who’s going to mentally curse you for your dead ends

This doesn’t even change when he meets you

Ugh why do they walk like that

“Get over here top model! Now let me see what I’m working with!”

Did they spit while talking to me?! Disgusting!! 

“Wow, I just love the sound of your voice! I really don’t mind it if you chat me up while I trim these edges.”

Why do I even have to work with this?!

“Wow, so it’s your friend who recommended me? Wow, I’m so honored!”

But it’s something in the way you smile at the end

Or maybe it’s how you tipped him 

Or the sound of your giddy laughter as you pridefully show your hairstyle to the friends you’re leaving with

He doesn’t know

And he won’t know even while screaming in the mirror at the bags under his beautiful eyes! 

He has to  ‘thank’ you for a boundless conundrum on why you refuse to leave his mind

On one hand, he believes it’s retribution 

Finally punishment for the thoughts others would consider offensive!!

Can he never have just this to himself!?

All for him to rethink it when he sees you in his place of business again

“Oh (Y/n) it’s…really great to see you are we doing your hair again?”

“Oh, not me this time! It’s for my friend I’m just here for emotional support.”

Has his heart ever felt like it was dropping into his stomach before?!

“Well, I’d love it if you stayed to catch up a bit! If you believe it I missed that lovely smile of yours!”

Was that the truth?

Spending time with you is like a bullet through a thick glacier

It’s new….so foreign….so different

Spending time with you allows him to learn more about himself 

A side of himself he genuinely thought died a long time ago

“Hey if you’re not busy tomorrow, there's a cosmetics convention I’m going to. I’d love to take you with me.”

“But I’m not into cosmetics like that. I might ruin your buzz if I’m not as into it.”

Buzz? Who says that?! It’s making me smile wider. Ugh can it get even wider?!

“You don’t have to like cosmetics to enjoy it. There’s all sorts of new tech that I think you’d like to see. No pressure though.”

Please come. It’d be embarrassing if you refused.

“Alright, I guess I should give it a try!”

“Oh yeah, that’s going to be so fun!”

Ew. I forgot this thing was listening to. Ugh, I’m going to have to find some way to ditch this cow.

“Ha yeah!”

All his life Emmet has been underrated, underestimated, unappreciated

He’s a sheep 

He’s supposed to be cute and sweet and meek and happy to people please

But he’s not 

He hates people

Hybrids and humans alike

They both think he’s less and he’s sick of it

It’s why he blows off steam the way he does

Burning whoever, whenever there’s an opportunity to 

Paying an assassin 

Or funding their political enemy

Or providing food and weapons to rebellious factions anonymously of course

That was his way of breaking out 

And he figured that was just who he was

A broken psychopathic sheep hybrid who was incapable of love 

Who hated humanity and adored getting out of the character he was supposed to play 

But with you….it all was brand new….he was new

“Here.”

“What’s this Emmet—OMG this is that cute makeup wedge tree that they were raffling out. How’d you get this?!”

“I know a guy…besides I’m excited to see what you’ll do with it…considering you did mention trying to paint your face for events more.”

“I did! Thanks so much!”

I can be kind

“Emmet look at this magic tape it literally like exfoliates a singular spot with a sticker!”

Boring. 

“That’s great, how about we find another fun stall just like this one.”

“Look you don’t have to pretend to like this…I’m not even sure I do!”

I can figured out 

“This food is soooo good!”

“They always have some top confectioners fly from around the globe. They say it makes you appreciate the make up more.”

“Em this has been great…thank you.”

I can feel….love

“Yeah, anytime.”

I never want this to end

He adores how with you, he discovers more of himself

And in turn you

With you in his corner easily accessed through a phone

He feels he can do anything

Even overcoming his intense disgust with  the mess that comes with killing others

Usually, something he leaves to others

But with you in mind…well, with you in mind cleaning the blood doesn’t feel entirely like a chore

Granted he isn’t a completely new sheep, he really despises the way blood sticks under his nails Maybe he’ll stick with burning

Still thinks lowly of everyone but now there’s something else

“I’m thinking this hairstyle. Can you do that?”

Ugh this wackjob is so indecisive, I wonder if I spray her in the face will she actually speak up

…though they’re kind of like (Y/n) in that way….maybe I’ll accidentally spill during the wash

“Sure thing, hon!”

With all the new things he’s learning about himself

His real personality 

He plans to break out of the mold others see him…just a little bit though

The naive and quiet sheep isn’t going to pull a total baddie if he stays that way

He’s going all in

Rejection isn’t an option because if there’s one thing he’s not lying about it’s that he takes matters of the heart very seriously

[pomefioredove]

hey dove, can i ask for the event a #1 chocolate cookie with chocolate drizzle and chips🍫? i'll die by diabetes, lol! im so excited to read the asks, xoxoooo

tough order for this guy!! hope you like it anonn

order #1, chocolate with chocolate chips, chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ so be it

summary: rollo is appalled to learn that you consider him your ex tropes: exes to lovers, fake dating characters: rollo additional info: romantic, gender neutral reader, reader is yuu, blurb, not proofread

"I am not mad,"

He seems mad.

"I am not mad,"

He looks mad.

"Would you stop looking at me as if I mean to bite your head off? I am not mad at you,"

He sounds mad.

"Only disappointed,"

Aaaaand, there it is.

"I said I was sorry!" you protest, holding out your hands in prayer- or penance, you can't settle the mental dispute. Rollo pushes them away, as if the mere thought of you repulses him.

"It's inexcusable," he says. "To lie as you have."

"But it's not a-"

He pushes against your shoulder, guiding you down the darkened hall of Noble Bell College. His brow is knotted, his lips twisted into a bitter scowl.

"It's not a lie!" you finish as he forces you into the student council room, tightly closing the door.

"It most certainly is! And who would believe you but that awful man- the company you keep should be no concern of mine!"

He's really mad.

Your eyes fall low, to your feet, lower, to the sooty floor. "I didn't mean anything by it,"

"To tell that... boisterous, foolhardy man I was your-" he shudders. "-boyfriend. And then to believe that we were ever-"

Rollo looks out the window, his hardened face deceivingly soft in the gray light of day.

You mumble. "But last night, at the masquerade-"

"It was only a dance. Not a date,"

"But before that,"

He purses his lips. He knows exactly what your talking about, even if his bitter expression won't betray that.

"...What a naive way to look at love,"

"I count it," you mutter, and he sighs.

"Well, I hope you're happy with yourself, you've used me thoroughly,"

"...I'm sorry,"

He catches your sorry state out of the corner of his eye, your lip between your teeth, your hands behind your back, and he curses.

"...You couldn't have... you wouldn't..." he sighs. "I apologize for... losing my temper. I usually have more control over my emotions. I simply don't know why you..."

"He was hitting on me, I panicked,"

Rollo looks away, the thought of the older man you had introduced him to as your boyfriend back in his mind.

"...You should have said as much,"

"i panicked,"

"I heard," he murmurs, his hand finding your own, fingers lightly lacing between yours as if you were made of precious stone or ancient paper he dare not stain with a stare of disdain.

And then he tugs you out of the room.

"Whuh- where are we going?" you ask, hurrying to keep pace with him.

"...I'd rather not have that man near you again," he says. "If that means we are "dating"... then, so be it."

[takes1]

ah, hello kuroken anon again here!!! :> I LOVED LOVED LOOVEDDDD THE PART 2 HAHAGWGSH SOO EXCITED TO SEE HOW IT’LL END!!!! AND MASTERMIND KENMA??? YOU. GET. IT. YOUUU FUCKING GET ITTTT. IM SO CRAZY THATS LITERALLY HOW I THINK HE’D BE IN BED AJAKSIFIRKRJ. thats the team’s brain right there!!!! cant wait to reread this story over and over <3333

thank you again for sparing some time to write even when youre busy with your education, i’m also busy with my education related stuff so you posting your writing at this time is really helping me to keep me going 🫶 good luck to u!!! ^^

[final] kenma sharing you with kuroo

you're a gem and i will sorely miss hearing from you after this part is posted. fuuuuck you made me cry a lil bit 🤏not even kidding omg. i'm genuinely so glad the characterization got through 😫💕and that i could help you in any capacity loves.

warnings. heavy nsfw, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / porn with plot / threesome / angst, fluff, and smut / jealous?kuroo / secure!kenma / submissive(with conditions)!reader / praisewhore!reader / use of toys / m!rec oral / riding / kuroo working through his emotions / mastermind!kenma / poly!conversations / happy!cuck'd kenma / fluid pecking order / 3k words

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. part one here. part two.

"Good," A little drive-by peck to your temple and Kenma was off the bed, grabbing some water.

"I need a break."

Kuroo filled the space he left verbally and physically-- a starved scan of your body, trembling already, on top of him. His head swiveled from you to Kenma's cute butt. He couldn't keep his hand off of his own cock to save his life, so it didn't surprise you that he stroked himself and checked your boyfriend out at the same time. If you had one, you'd do the same.

"You lazy fuckin' bastard..."

They shared a laugh.

He let the chuckle die for a second, more of a yearning as he looked at you again, "You sure it's alright with you, man?"

You realized you couldn't stop your hands from shaking. You really wanted him.

You both looked at Kenma, who put his hands up, more annoyed that the question kept cropping up, "Promise. I'm fine, I just got- kinda close."

You were brimming with pride at that truthful statement, hips automatically rolled against Kuroo's cock. He could play the role well, but it wasn't natural. Neither was his pace or his intensity, so it made sense that he was forced to sacrifice his already shitty stamina.

Kenma liked slow, smother-y, whiny, missionary stuff that went on for a couple rounds and ended in you both passed out in your own slippery mess. This was all a little pornographic, performative, for a neutral observer.

"F-uck," He groaned, face tense at how well you took him.

He couldn't believe neither of you made him wear a condom. He never fucked raw, and never imagined he would have the chance to get with you. This was too perfect.

Kuroo was on the thicker side, and leaned hard to the left. Two features you weren't accustomed to, but instantly learned to love. He stretched your cunt out so easy- leaving you at a shallow gasp, as he wasted no time to show you how much he had been craving you over the past year.

That pretty, occupied, shock was exactly what he wanted to see.

He grinned, a possessive grip around your throat, "That's what you wanted, huh?"

His lip curled, twitched. He bottomed out and rolled his hips the way Kenma had, earlier.

"You wanted me?"

You squeaked at his premature intensity- nails digging into his shoulders. He squeezed you to prompt an answer.

A whimpery, "Yeah."

Kuroo was different when he let himself talk to you like this, like it was just you two. It felt like he was finally being honest.

It was apparent that he wanted you close, intimately so, and not posed up for Kenma. He was still sipping his water, watching, as if he was hanging out on the bench during a game.

Kuroo fucked you slower, nicer, after he hearing your pitiful sob of an answer.

His thumb rubbed slow, a nearly imperceivable circle in your hip, as he searched your eyes.

"Why didn't ya tell me?" Was so quiet. It made your heart squeeze.

He felt too good, pumping in and out of you so easy, filling you over and over again like it was nothing.

His voice was ever softer, as you were rewiring your brain to make room for a singular thought.

"You hear me, pretty girl?"

You softened at his endless list of nicknames for you- all so methodical and sweet, like he had always thought of you as his baby, his doll, his pretty girl.

"Mhm," Got muffled against his fervent kisses.

It would have to go unanswered. You realized at some point you didn't have a satisfying response for him; even if you did before, you couldn't do his questions any justice, now.

He was like Kenma when he got close. He grew huffy, and leagues worse at kissing. His little taunts were incomprehensible, but the nature of his mumbly, dirty words was enough to get you close and considering the possibility of a future arrangement here.

The idea had you pushing out of his weakened grip, looking towards Kenma. Adoration had filled his features even before he caught you looking at him, evidence that he had nothing to hide.

He came closer to kiss you.

Kuroo allowed you to you lean close to Kenma's ear, amused when you covered your whisper up with your palm, so he had no chance of hearing.

"Let me suck you off again," Was your request.

Kenma stepped back, face too hesitant for your liking. He shook his head, undecided, with a long and quiet hum.

"Please," Your hand fell from his shoulder as he stroked himself, just to see if he could last for it.

You had to beg a few more times, real sweet, real pretty, for him to decide that finishing first wasn't all so bad. It clearly wasn't an original part of his plan, but he couldn't tell you no; not with you all fucked out, waiting for more, on top of his best friend.

"Ohh my god," Kuroo groaned, forcing you still, as he pieced together why Kenma climbed back up, on his knees, at his side.

Your dirty little smile only broke to press a kiss to the tip of Kenma's cock.

"Oh my g-od..." He repeated himself, voice breaking this time.

It was easier from this position, than the one you had been in earlier- the whole reason any of this was playing out now.

The way your tongue stretched out, the hollow in your cheeks, how fucking easy you made it look, and most of all, your pretty little stare up at him was all too perfect. Kuroo didn't blush often, but this was a true surprise, and a moment worthy of the red on his face, now.

He wasn't going to last long, from the start, but this was overload. You had gotten comfortable with him long before he was ever in the picture- knowing exactly how Kenma liked it, what got him closest, the fastest. He didn't make the connection before now, but that's what Kenma had shown earlier, too.

Kenma was huffy, a bit higher in tone, "She got me off the game- ah-h, like-- this,"

One hand was still, twitchy, at his side- one kept your hair back, but didn't control you. His abs flexed, uneven.

"Fuckin' knew it," Kuroo gave a tired, very distracted chuckle.

His shoulders would stoop hard to the side with a big, struggled sigh when you'd take him deeper. You brought out a more submissive side of Kenma. It was a welcome sight.

Kuroo had to let you go to rub the ache from his temples. In the absence of his hands, you rolled your hips. You didn't want to just be a cock warmer-- you wanted him to fuck you. So far, Kenma had been rougher, and that didn't meet your expectations at all.

He seethed, and kept you still again with a shuddery sound, "Don't- don't move."

You came back up, popping Kenma out of your mouth, stroking him quickly as you gave Kuroo a mean stare.

"Relaaax, babygirl, I just need a second--,"

You frowned. So they both couldn't last? You took your frustration out on Kenma- twitching, gasping, at your lubed palm making an embarrassingly quick work of his endurance. He was really cute when he was about to cum.

"Babe- fuck- I'm-- I-h- Ah!," He stuttered, his panting growing quicker, the tension across his body now locked.

He let you to decide what you wanted. You could feel him tense as you kept your tongue laid flat, swirled in little circles on the underside of the tip, as you pumped the rest of his length.

"Mm-h, fuc-k--"

"Aah, ah-hh-!"

Kuroo had to scratch little divots into his palm to keep himself sobered enough. He watched along in awe as you swallowed, hardly any labor on your brow. You looked at him the whole time, this impossible innocence in your steady gaze.

Kenma was a work of art, his mouth parted, lips wet with drool, his brow tense at how you kept sucking at his sensitive tip. He adored you. There was no hope for Kuroo to replace that, going either way.

"Oka-y, okay," Kenma pulled you off with a shuddery sigh.

He muttered, "I love you s'much," against your scalp as you licked your fingers clean. After stealing a kiss, he sat back on his heels, a hand rested on Kuroo's shoulder.

There was a sorry lack of quips from him. He wasn't being a smartass anymore, or even funny. He was acting a little dull, like Kenma after a couple rounds. You tilted your head down at him, analyzing what the hell happened.

He returned it, his intense, deep eyes cutting right through you.

You softened your expression. Maybe he was still in there.

"He won't move," You pouted to Kenma, as if he could possibly do something about it.

He covered his snicker with his hand- Kuroo rolled his eyes but got cut short when you tried to move your hips up and back down. His nails dug so hard into you that you gave a small whimper- trying to pry his hands away, unsuccessfully.

"If she doesn't stop doing that, I'm gonna fuckin' cum," In a similar fashion to you, he looked at Kenma, like he could fix it, "I'm so serious, bro- it's not even funny."

Kenma gave a loaded sigh. He did look like he was thinking for a solution.

Kuroo had your face in his big hand, warning you, to be still. You liked the sound of him cumming inside you, and how he was barely holding himself together, so you only met his harshness with a small, maniacal smile.

After rifling through the sheets, Kenma found your favorite vibrator and wiggled it with pride in front of Kuroo. He didn't disappoint; he truly had a solution for everything.

"Dunno how I forgot about this," He muttered, clicking through the settings to the only one you actually used.

As he took the time to do this, you clocked that he was still half-hard, even after two orgasms, and felt some butterflies in your tummy. He glanced your bodies over with a little smirk.

He kissed right behind your ear, "Let's try leveling the playing field, yeah?"

It was easy to act all big and bad when they were both closer than you. Once they had you on your back, completely honed in on just your body, your short-lived confidence was shaken.

In a similar, reverse fashion, Kuroo was back to his original state: an irritating tease.

He was eager to listen to and watch Kenma as he cuddled up to your side.

"We usually don't go for this long-," He admitted, making him smirk.

He took one leg hostage to spread you before pressing your vibrator up to your clit.

"A-hh-ah-!" You twitched, under all the sudden pleasure.

"But you're getting spoiled today, huh?" Your partner chuckled, a little kiss to your temple.

This may have been one of the few times Kuroo didn't keep his cock in his hand. The whole point was to get him further away from a climax, after all.

He used that effort to take your opposite side, in an almost identical orientation as Kenma. Your other leg was relieved of its fatigue once Kuroo wouldn't let it go.

If he focused too hard at the delicious tension in your face, or the way Kenma had to keep you forcefully still, he had to look away for twice as long with a big, calming sigh.

"She is such a pretty thing," He muttered, during one of these moments.

"Sooo pretty," Kenma agreed. He watched Kuroo's affliction, how it seemed more than just physical.

Another little peck to your sweaty temple, as you squirmed and flexed, panting, under their weight and pulling, "You should tell Kuro how much you want him."

They couldn't let you rest. It was psychological torture paired with the most a dizzying turn of events you hadn't prepared for.

It was, all things considered, a simple task.

A fluttery sigh- then a short, pitiful whine at how Kenma was making it hard again-

"I think- ah! I-i... I've 'ad a-... crush- on you-- Mh!"

Your pushing against his forearm became compromised as Kuroo laced his fingers through yours, pulling your hand to his lips. He listened closely.

That little tension around his eyes seemed to melt, his smirk becoming more of a smile. It was partially amusement at how difficult it was for you to speak, but it was also something he needed to hear.

"You're- h-ah-- soo hot," You seethed, unfocused eyes finally landing on his face, how he pressed that kiss real slow into the back of your hand, eyes unfaltering, "'And-- mmm, s-ooo sweet."

His true nature, with his guard down, didn't even show much like this. When he let loose, you could see that he was not much of a scheming, cunning, captain naturally. He was a big cutiepie that filled the gaps of his loneliness with too many distractions. That left him feeling guilty. Which, in turn, gave him more reason to compensate with the same sinful crutches.

It was easy to feel empathic for him as he gave you those big puppy dog eyes, but it was the very affinity for these crutches that got him all fired up at your words.

"Yeahh-," He gave another, rougher kiss to your hand, and sighed, "You're gettin' dicked down for that one."

Kenma chuckled at his silly, sudden change in attitude. You smiled, relieved, to see that you didn't have to move, that Kuroo would actually go for missionary, because this edge was heaven.

When he was settled between your legs, filling you up again to the base of his cock- he leaned forward and swerved to hold Kenma's face in one of his hands.

"I see what you're doin'."

Surprise was all over his delicate features.

"You're not subtle," He spat, using a rough kiss as the end of it.

They shared a long, messy kiss that spurred Kuroo to start fucking you- your gasps, whines, only encouraged him, only inspired their curiosity.

Maybe Kuroo did understand that Kenma had a higher plan; one that involved persuading you to come clean about your secret feelings, and use that as a weapon to inspire action in Kuroo. What remained ambiguous was why.

As distracted as Kenma was, he still didn't let off of your poor, overstimulated clit. They were both so rough in their respective tasks, and every time you tried to move one of them, your hands would be intercepted.

You had to just lay there and take it.

The 'why' kind of- fell away, when he parted from Kenma's soft lips, looking down at your clingy, blacked-out expression. Needy. He didn't get that look often- it made his cock swell, and turned his thrusts harder, as he felt you tighten.

"Fuck-! Ughh-" He had to swallow the build-up of spit in his mouth, push his sweat-soaked hair back, "You gonna cum around my cock?"

You responded so well to the pain on his face, the wanton desire behind the way he dug into your hips and watched Kenma lean over you for more kisses.

"Right in front of your- Mmh, pretty- little- boyfriend?"

In your pseudo-daze, riding that high, long-awaited build-up, you could feel Kenma sigh against your mouth at the attention.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck--!" You gasped- your pussy spasmed around his perfect cock.

Kuroo bit the inside of his already chewed up cheek to keep from cumming inside of you.

He felt your nails dig hard into his hand on your hip, your other one adding another trophy to Kenma's scarred shoulders. It was confirmation that Kenma had been lying to the team in the locker room on dozens of occasions, talking nonsense about a cat somehow scratching him up.

"Mmh-h-Ah-!"

It was nearly impossible to listen to you, as he fucked you hard through it all. Kenma recognized that expression well, a little proud smirk at his friend's restraint, and at how good your pussy was to keep him so obedient.

You were coming down, stupid and breathless, when he rushed to pull out of you.

"F-uck, a-ah-Haah, shitshitshit," He whined.

He was shaking, panting, and unsure if he had pulled out in time.

The nasty, addictive feeling of hot, sticky cum painted all between your folds, in the sheets, over your vibrator, tummy, inner thighs, and Kenma's hand.

His face was twitchy, but slowly spread to a panic that wasn't shared between you and Kenma.

Kenma considered torturing him longer, but decided against it.

"Birth control," He clarified, then repeated at Kuroo's empty-headed expression, "She's on birth control."

Kuroo gave a big, loud groan, slouching back to sit on his ankles: "Thank God- Ohhh-! Thank God, Holy shit...fuck."

This relationship had too many cum-hungry habits to not take every precaution. Aside from condoms.

His exhausted relief left him cracking his neck, rubbing his warm face at the sight of how covered you had gotten. He nearly missed Kenma licking the back of his own wrist.

You still looked as cute as ever, all sleepy and drenched. He couldn't help but shimmy lower, just to press a mean kiss to your slicked-up and tired clit.

"Ah-!" You squealed, thighs squeezed around his head.

Thankfully, he didn't intend to stay. He wiped the excess cum off of his cheek, finding it a little too salty for his taste, and chuckled at your quivering form.

Kenma was already taking on the responsibility of cleaning up. It left Kuroo to mess with you a bit longer and nestle up to your side again.

Kenma was on a mission for a warm rag for your slick, starting-to-be-sticky body and pulled on some clothes. He finished his water and excused himself to go grab more, for the two of you.

He watched him leave. It was quiet, except for your still-shaky breathing.

"You okay, babydoll?" Kuroo used his big hand to guide your face towards him, sharing in a few long, soft kisses.

You still kissed him with the same passion as earlier, even though Kenma wasn't around.

A weak, "Mhm."

"Was I too rough with you?"

You smiled, the question somehow able to make you blush, "N-o, you were- you were great."

Kuroo grinned, but it was a little empty. He wasn't optimistic about the reality of the aftermath. One fling, a spur-of-the-moment threesome, was fun, exciting, new. What about after that? After the newness wore off?

The last kiss you shared was a bit harder, rushed, for a reason you couldn't pick apart. He kept talking to you as he moved off of the bed and started getting dressed again.

"Y'know- I thought you and Kemma fucked like old people."

You chuckled, "Oh, really?"

"Yeah- but... you taught me a couple things."

Kuroo knew he would never be satisfied if he was seen as the outsider- but there was no room for him in your dynamic, from what he had seen so far.

He had no idea where he phone was, so he began searching for it, and it took so long that Kenma was already coming back in.

"Where are you going?" Kenma clocked him instantly.

You opened your eyes, confused- and now Kuroo had both of you looking at him like a fox in your henhouse.

"Well- I," He chuckled, again, empty, and you sensed it now, "I just- thought this was-..."

Kuroo swallowed, way more emotionally invested than he wanted to be. Usually, he could brush off that 'Why are you leaving?' look, as a sort of trophy sometimes, in recognition that he fucked somebody well. Here, he felt like a genuine asshole.

Kenma had a rag balled up in his hand, dripping onto the floor like a weapon. He set two bottles down on the bedside table without looking away from him.

"I don't know how you managed to twist it all up in your head, Kuro-," He walked closer, shoulders squared, until he was a little too close. Kuroo mimicked him, naturally.

You covered your mouth, a little too trembly, naked, and uninformed to contribute.

He was incredibly frustrated, as he continued, "-But I know you're not heartless. If you walk out--,"

"What?" Kuroo laughed, egging him on.

"I'm gonna beat your ass."

Kuroo laughed harder, brow furrowed, eyes searching down at him.

Disbelief laced his voice, "Oh, yeah?"

Kenma pushed him. It wasn't hard, but it made him take a step back. Kuroo blinked, and all the amusement had vanished, leaving only irritation in its wake.

It was unironically quite a scary display- you had already taken the initiative to sit up and cover yourself with a blanket. You were swimming in your own guilt. If you had said no, or just never liked him in the first place, it wouldn't have gotten to this point.

Kenma looked incredibly small with Kuroo's heavy hands on his shoulders.

"Good thing-," His hand slid down to Kenma's, interlacing their fingers, with a quick kiss to the top of the head, "I'm not leaving."

You shared big sigh of relief with Kenma.

"Fuck you," He muttered, giving into a grumpy kiss.

Kuroo's brow raised, already cheerful, and satisfied that he was wanted, especially enough to warrant that kind of reaction from Kenma. It was successful at settling any present doubts that this was just surface-level lust at play.

"Mm- maybe next time, yeah?"

He caught sight of you, all worried and bundled up in your blanket, "Aaww, sweetie-!"

"You poor thing-," He quickly returned to hug you, a thousand apologetic kisses to your head, "I would never hurt Kemma."

The only problem left to address was your stickiness, now also all over that one throw blanket. They both shared in the arduous task of cleaning up. The two were back to goofing around, showering you in compliments, apologies, and kisses for getting so stupid and worked up while you were caught in the middle.

Kenma had put his foot in the figurative door for something pretty special between the three of you. It would be a process, navigating this new thing together. If it meant more of this, though, it was worth a shot.

☆VIP☆

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[rowretro]

Baby daddy heeseung with pregnant wife? Possessive and protective (not rlly yandere yk)

𝙃𝙀𝙀 𝙒 𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙂𝙉𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙒𝙄𝙁𝙀📬︎

↬warnings: slightly suggestive, protective & possessive Heeseung,

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Heeseung wasn't expecting to be married to his high school crush, who he always thought he'd have to admire from afar. Let alone, have a baby on the way, his first baby. Sure he was nervous, excited, worried and a little stressed, but overall just so happy. He's living his dream. He loves her just as much as the baby. now 5 months far long, there's a small baby bump visible through her clothes. He cant help but softly kiss it, especially before he goes to sleep.

If anything, he can't help but keep his hands off her knowing that his dear wife, his one and only girl is carrying his child. He'd snuggle her everyday, cook for her whenever he can, reading from recipes in maternity books, or learn from his mother. He's an absolute sweetheart, the dream baby daddy. It shows how much he loves his little growing family, he'd die for them, and if he had to, he'd kill for them...

Sure Heeseung is pure Bambi-eyed, lover boy. However, though he doesn't want to admit it, he can be very possessive, rooting from his protective instincts. God it pisses him off when some wide-eyed tall boy just comes up to his wife. Most often they have a phone at hand, another hand nervously running through their hair as they shoot their excuse of a "charming smile" "Hey uhm... can I get your number? you seem my type so" "can I get your snap pretty miss?" "dayum girl" none of them can be as good as him of course, he did after all impregnate her.

He'd go up behind her, kissing the side of her neck, as his hand gently slides over her barely visibly baby bump "How are my babies doing?... sweetheart, I found a café you and the baby might like." he'd say, making it clear to hold her hand, as she shyly, and cluelessly smiles up at him, he flashes her hand that had a very expensive wedding ring he bought her, he makes it clear she's his, and so is that baby growing inside. It's like she's a big win for him, and he needs to show her off to everyone, so he will.

He's not selfish or anything, he just loves y/n like crazy. She won him over with her love, without her he sees no life worth living. Heeseung can be a little overprotective though. Everywhere she sits will always covered in many many pillows, he'd never let her stand for too long, he'd always react whenever he feels she's in pain, the smallest wince, or a single ouch, he's by your side, ready to make a call. Overall, he's very excited to see what the future holds for him. With a wife who could talk to him with her eyes, as he holds her hand, taking a walk down the park, 3 small kids running near them, their kids.

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a/n: im going through the requests rn im sorry if this isn't good, but i hope u do like it<3

[ppnuggiexxx]

-> period headcannons || whb

• characters :: paimon ,, morax ,, amy ,, barbatos

• contains :: fingering ,, paimon's blood fetish obviously ,, clitoral stimulation ,, mentions of both heavy & light periods ,, nasty stuff bc its period blood and im on my period writing this ,, somewhat switch paimon ,, sub amy ,, morax ,, and barbatos ,, afab reader ,, fem reader ,, oral sex ,, face riding ,, vaginal penetration ,, foaming at the mouth restraining myself from adding ronove and glasyal ,, sorry for the excessive word usage of clit ,, noose mention & usage (barbatos) ,, horns for leveraging (barbatos)

- paimon

| • the moment you complain about cramping paimon is all ears ,, after all when you first had your period in hell he was the most interested by it in gehenna

| • it was a bit selfish for him ,, but he couldnt contain his fantasies about period sex ,, how it wouldnt only fulfill his interests and kink but also help you with cramping

| • thus paimon is the first to offer to help ,, ready to assist in any way possible ! he doesnt mind all the blood that comes with ,, rather the opposite; hes quite excited and turned on

| • in the past ,, it was angel blood that he'd enjoy . killing angels wasnt anything new ,, but when their blood spattered onto him it just changed his whole motive

| • when his fingers first enter you ,, he doesn't know what to expect . if youre having a heavy period he'll definitely be surprised by how much comes out ,, though if its light he still enjoys what blood does show

| • paimon's quite traversed with the female body ,, not having to insert his fingers too far in to find your g-spot . massaging the area softly ,, he enjoys the moans pulled form you

| • with you on his lap ,, your back against his chest and legs spread he'll take advantage of the position

| • pressing kisses to your neck and whispering compliments to you ,, one hand occupied with fingering you and the other rubbing circles on your clit

| • if you dont feel up for fingering he'll gladly offer his mouth in replacement ,, taking his time as he eats you out

| • he doesnt mind how bloody his face becomes ,, pressing kisses to your thighs and painting both your bodies with blood

| • every time you get your period ,, hes over the moon and ecstatic about it ,, ready to help you if thats what you so wish . hes just a call away !

- amy

| • he's not too knowledgeable about periods ,, but he does freak out at first ,, thinking youre about to die on him and that was the last thing he needed

| • of course when you explain it all to him ,, he somewhat understands but is more concerned with the fact youre hurting because of it

| • he'll ask if theres anything he can do to take that pain away ,, and with the newfound knowledge of period sex ,, it ends up a little like this :

| • with amy on his back and arms wrapped around your waist ,, youre placed perfectly and ride his face ,, spewing degrading images into his head as he eats you out

| • he becomes more sloppy the more worked up he becomes ,, but after being given advice (he wont say from who) he does focus more on your clitoras after learning it stimulates you more and brings more pleasure

| • " i wonder how satan would think seeing you like this ?" you whispered ,, hand curling into his hair and the other hand on his horn ,, " knowing one of his trusted friend and subordinate is being used like nothing more than a sex toy ."

| • he gets riled up easily ,, and its so easy to put him in degrading situations such as this

| • only using him like hes nothing more ,, maybe sprinkling a little about how gehenna may view him in general should they know just how easily you use him

| • thats not to say you cant ride his dick either ,, keeping him down on his back so you can set the pace yourself ,, please yourself however fast or slow you wish

| • he'll whine and moan about you going slow ,, but youre the one in charge ultimately ,, and he'll follow any instructions given to him

| • rubbing his thumb lightly on your clit while you bounce on him ,, keeping his hands to himself if you ordered him to

| • amy is another person you could always go to if you ever need a little help during your period :) always offering a good time and allowing you to let any anger or frustration out

- morax

| • morax is already knowledgeable with this and knows that medicine isnt the only remedy for your pain

| • after work he will offer himself ,, wanting to take your pain away (alas he has no uterus to claim your cramps) ,, encouraging you to be rough if it helps with your pain and anger more

| • he'll give you a few small chocolates throughout the day (for cravings and as a natural aphrodisiac)

| • when youre both alone ,, whether it be in his room or yours (anywhere from prying eyes really) he'll be unclothed and ready for however you wish to go about it

| • whether its sitting on his face first or having him finger you he's willing to help anyway

| • thick fingers moving in and out of you ,, the other circling your clit as blood attaches to his skin ,, soft moans coming from you

| • his middle and pointer will curl into your g-spot ,, rubbing gently against your clit to pleasure you more

| • morax doesnt mind any mess that comes with this ,, only embracing it as its natural for your body

| • he'll slowly unwrap some of the bandages around his head ,, lowering his mouth to you and licking softly up your labia and towards your clit

| • hes one of the best to receive head from of all the devils ,, morax enjoys taking his time with you and ensuring nothing but pleasure and your safety above all

| • his bandages on his body will be more bloody but he doesnt care for it ,, he does change them often but at this moment he couldnt care for it at all

| • 10/10 cramp remover

- barbatos

| • oh no ! this will not do at all ! barbatos doesnt need his sunshine moping around the palace ,, in pain and miserable

| • he makes sure to take some private time away from work to help your needs ,, always happy to lend a hand to soothe your pain

| • the other devils would understand surely ! of course they would ! they all love you dearly and you being in pain is the last thing they want for you

| • and barbatos is just being a helpful and kind devil

today ,, offering to help take it all away from you <3

| • he has tea prepared ,, the softest blankets on his bed ,, he's even nude and ready to go for you too

| • barbatos wants you to be as comfortable for this as possible

| • he'll lick away any blood from you first ,, preparing you for whatever else you wish to do with him for the day

| • you can manhandle him however you wish ,, not minding a little bit of bruising here and there

| • maybe tugging on the noose around his neck to pull him closer to you ,, forcing his head to where you want him to focus on

| • or just pulling it to move him ontop of you ,, making him do the work for this time

| • using the noose as a warning ,, or to control the pace to your liking ,, or to just bring him in for a kiss

| • if the noose isnt to your liking you could always tighten it ,, or use your own hands around his neck ,, and even then his horns are at the perfect grabbing height

| • you could easily use them to bring his head down if the noose isnt working for you ,, or switch places with you on top and him on bottom

| • using his horns for leverage ,, to keep yourself atop of him ,, maybe one hand on his horn and the other around his neck or holding the noose

| • either way ,, barbatos is used to being in a rough position and is used to the pain (from leviathan’s choking and his rose ivy) so if anything all this just excites him more

| • though the aftercare will be insane <3 after all he wants the best for you ! he’ll wash you up ,, make you more tea and cuddle you to sleep

[toxycodone]

IM A WEIRDO SORRY but anyways imagine beastkin reader having that one spot on their back they can never reach that drives them up the wall with how itchy and uncomfortable it can get. they've tried all the suggestions and tips in the book, but every "solution" is either A) too weird and humiliating or B) requires an extra set of hands, but they'd honestly rather die than ask anyone for help with it...

until one night, while he's on night watch duty and reader is sleeping right next to him on their back, of course Laios can't help but reach out a little helping hand. rewarded by a low, pleased groan, he takes that as an invitation to press harder, bit by bit, and really gets into it. Soon, he's even got two hands working on their back and he's surprised no one's woken up with how much noise they're making.

when reader wakes up a little bit later, tail wagging/purring up a storm, their brain's just too foggy with all kinds of happy chemicals to even consider swatting away his hand. from then on, reader decides that maybe it's not an entirely bad idea to ask him for help sometimes, as long as no one else sees...

(ALSO IMAGINE LETTNG HIM STROKE AND SCRITCH THE BASE OF YOUR TAIL....... laying across his lap chastising him like "DO NOT press too hard. DO NOT abuse it. DO NOT-" but you just melt in a puddle as soon he starts off gently rubbing a thumb against it. the way you sigh in pleasure, whimpering for a break when it gets a little too much... can you really blame him for getting hard???)

HAD TO POST THIS ONE IMMEDIATELY BC. WHEW….

God Laios is so…with a beastkin reader, he just lacks boundaries and tact interacting with them. His excitement to meet you and interact with you trumps anything that may be in the back of his mind telling him to reel it in (or even his fellow party members).

If you lay on him it’s OVER. It doesn’t matter how much you tell him not to toy and tease with you he’s doing it anyways because “he knows best”.

He knows animals. And he’s learning monsters. He’s fixated on them since he was a kid. You’re no exception.

He’s putting all the same moves he used to do on his dogs in his childhood and it WORKS. He’s petting you and massaging in all the right places. And when you purr or sigh in pleasure a WAVE of pride hits him. You didn’t have to warn him, he knows just where to touch you.

(And when you whimper and such…Laios can’t help but get a little into it. Are you sure you need a break? Surely you can tough out a little more so he can keep trailing his fingers over your soft fur and tell you how good you are, right?)

Sometimes he’ll pet you in front of others and usually you’d smack his hands away but once he knows your spots….you just melt into him and it’s SO embarrassing.

[muwapsturniolo]

A celebration and a thank you

I started my Tumblr acct on jan 10th of 2024. I had one follower, and it was the follower everyone gets as a new blog on this app. A few days later I posted my first fic and it was horrbly written but somehow someway, people fucked with it and began requesting more things from me. One follower became ten, ten followers became twenty, and the number kept going up. I remember hitting 100 followers, and I was jumping for joy. I remember hitting 300 and I was so fucking excited. And the numbers kept going up until I hit 1k.

1k was and still is a lot to me, I never had 1k followers on ANY social media or fan acct I had and this was like finding out I won the damn lottery, I think I even did a giveaway for that milestone. Each milestone for me was so fun and special because, I never knew how many people could actually fuck with me and the work I put out. This is the most welcomed I have felt in any fandom I've been. This fandom has put me through hell and back, but I'm grateful for it cause it actually made me realize things within myself.

and now, IM AT 5 FUCKING THOUSAND FOLLWERS!!!! FIVE THOUSAND, CINCO!!!! 5 THOUSAND OF YALL FUCK WITH ME AND THAT MAKES ME SO DAMN HAPPY AND IM SO GRATEFUL THAT YOU DO.

Now, although I'm grateful for ALL of y'all, I want to give a special thanks to Chris's main hoes!!! We recently celebrated our 1-year friendship anniversary, and I made my post then, but I'm giving another quick shout-out.

These girls are truly special to me. I came on Tumblr planning on posting and going my own way, but then they came into my life and made me open up to making friends. I wouldn't have it any other way.

These girls have hyped me up, they have helped me figure out my own shit, we have given eachother fic ideas, we help eachother in so many ways and i fr see them as my little sisters (crying while writing this) and i will fr ride and die over them!!! So thank you to @thenickgirl @mattslolita @guccifrog2 and Aiden (yall dw we getting her back on Tumblr soon). Thank yall for being the pookies and internet sisters I could ever ask for. Yall have been here with me from the start and I hope y'all stay with me forever💕

NOW ONTO THE CELEBRATION!!!!

Even though my first fic is important, it didn't do anything for me. However, my second fic, which in my opinion put me on the map and actually made people see me, was "FreshLove For The Fit".

I would get comments and DMs, and people in my inbox begging for me to write more parts when it was originally supposed to be one part. But I did it, I wrote four parts for it.

to this day, I get people asking for another part and I have decided to.............. FULLY REWRITE IT !!!

when i first wrote it, i was still learning how to take my wattpad writing and change it to tumblr writing (there is a big difference). it wasn't horrbly written, but i know my writing has gotten way better and i want to make it even better!!!!

So with that being said, the rewritten version of the small series will be posted tmrw!!!! The original series will stay up under Chris series, but I will add the new versions on that page as well!!! I can't wait for y'all to read it!!!!

So all in all, thank you to everyone who has supported me and to those I have befriended. You all truly mean so much to me, and I love everyone in the peach pit family🍑💕

[krispdreemurr]

ok we're into the "ill post things behind read mores" phase of the spoiler policy. starting with some more coherent(?) thoughts on the whole thing

as you may have guessed from the two posts I couldn't resist making before the embargo ended, I am like... captivated by the whole carol and kris situation in the worst way. apologies to the Carol truthers who i doubted, but I don't think anyone called Kris being manipulated by her into trying to kidnap their mom and a cop, so,

it's just like. so. i had truly thought our presence in Kris' life was the worst thing, but it turns out we're the much more manageable source of overwhelming control.

(sidenote: hey remember all the reasons we already knew spamton triggered Kris? well now consider that spamton was being given phone calls by a mysterious entity w unknown orders and then when it got sick of him he was left to die,)

my current theory on what's up with all the Existentially Dubious Kris things and such btw is that to make room for the soul Kris' dark world self was deliberately killed or deleted or something, leaving a living body and mind that would need an external motivating force. kris can't go to the dark world without us because they don't exist there any more without us to form a dark self. this of course puts them in a worrying situation regarding the prophecy and someone possibly needing to die

but speaking of the prophecy and its ending um. susie. dear God Susie. emotional fucking Heart of the game. her being confronted with the horror aspects of deltarune over and over and every time being like Fuck You I Have My Friends was just beautiful. her relationship with notGerson was incredible. the healing arc and the piano arc and how those intersected in her learning it's ok for her to try and improve and get better even if someone else is better already... (did like Everyone pick the "if Susie plays too" option btw bc I haven't seen anyone say anything else fjkgkgk)

and god of course the Kris and Susie friendship. everything in church. them saving each other again and again tower climbing. the Susie award. kris leaping in against notnotGerson. sitting by the lake together after a long night. wuah

i also did warm up a lot to ralsei, yeah. it turning out that he was so smiley and benign and overprotective because he wanted every moment before the horror to be Nice for the two made him a lot more understandable to me. he's just fucking going through it. im glad kris hugs him willingly

the secrets this time... well. ch3 being "not applicable, but" because you do the whole weird route again but in video game form was pretty fucking ominous. the fact that freedom is now being even more strongly tied to the capacity to break things and do violence isn't ideal. i liked Susie coming in at the end and if Kris says they didn't have fun she's just like "so stop playing?" message to all weird route players: you don't gotta.

(and having seen the ch4 weird scenes I. may not. gotta)

also both the egg rooms were worrying in different ways. kris art therapy moments real

i'm just... so excited to see where things go from here. we already fought a fucking titan and won, what is even left to escalate. is kris going to be okay. is Susie gonna be okay.

and thank God I have only a year to wait!!!

[diagonal-queen]

HELLO!! i keep requesting them sotty im obsessed but what about hunting dogs with a s/o who has a child😅😅i got silly again

Hunting Dogs with your child

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura (platonic), Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these goofballs fare as stepdads? (or, in Teruko's case, fun auntie?)

♡ cw: Swearing, unofficial stepfathering, unrealistically good stepfathering, reader's ex situation is not established but it's assumed that their baby momma/daddy is not in the picture (Tachihara), mentions of violence

note: I just haven't written anything in ages, and for that I apologise. Wow, being in university is time consuming! I've had block for months and it's been an absolute pain in the arse but I'm back babey! Keep your requests coming anon- I am the Hunting Dogs whisperer and I will write them till I die. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

My dude is so so so enthusiastic. You mean to tell him that he gets a beautiful loving partner AND a new little guy to hang out with?? Sign him tf up

This man buys your kid so many presents it's genuinely concerning. Your child is spoilt to hell and back by Fukuchi. You need to discourage him from this behaviour STAT

He constantly uses dad words like 'buddy' and 'pal' and 'kiddo' to refer to your kid and they eventually start responding to these nicknames lol

He would totally also do dad stances and just embrace the fatherly aura that is slowly overtaking him day by day (bro starts falling asleep on the couch while the game's on at 9pm)

He's actually surprisingly gentle with your child. If they cry he'll pick them up and comfort them very well. He's like a whole different person when your kid is scared or sad- it's the cutest thing ever

If your child ever gets him a Fathers' Day present he'll probably cry like old man tears of joy. In fact if your child ever does anything nice for him he'll be incredibly touched. Kinda reminds him what he's doing his job for :')

Tells your child great exaggerated (CHILD FRIENDLY) stories about his heroic achievements as a soldier before bed. It's genuinely super cute you guys

If the kid ever runs up to him in excitement when he arrives home in the evening he returns the energy and is like 'omg there they are! that's my kiddo! how have you been??' and picks them up and AUGH they're so cute

Just....🥺🥺

Jouno:

Your child is probably scared of him at first. Within their first meeting he probably makes them cry.

Sorry y'all 😭 but he doesn't exactly come off as much of a teddy bear...and nor does he really act like one with anyone else other than you in private

Jouno just isn't good with kids. Not in the sense that he's scared of them but that he doesn't really know how to interact with them without being intimidating or otherwise just detached

But he really loves you, and he wants to be a good parental figure to your kid, so he tries to warm them up to him by getting them a gift. That probably helps- he might not know much about kids but he's right to assume that they fucking love receiving gifts

Whatever your child's hobbies/interests are, Jouno genuinely does try to connect with them over it, and after a while it does work.

Soon enough your child and Jouno are inseparable and your child is spewing sadistic military rhetoric and oh dear god you've made a terrible mistake introducing the two of them

Yeah, Jouno probably teaches your kid all KINDS of horrible things. He will tell your child stories about times he's tortured suspects, or slaughtered gangs, and just stuff that is not family friendly. You have to nip that behaviour in the bud or else...

He's generally pretty good at taking care of your child, but like, if your kid cried because they were scared there was a monster under the bed, Jouno would probably be like "Yeah. There is. Good luck." and then turn off the lights and leave 💀

Just give him time. He'll learn how to be an emotionally available parent at SOME point

Tecchou:

He's not the step dad. He's the dad that stepped up

Tecchou is definitely very aloof and awkward around your child- like, he knows how to interact with you, but children are different. Children are frightening. And they are his biggest fear maybe

In spite of this, he is fiercely protective of your kid. He will make sure that child is as safe and calm as possible at all times, and he certainly prefers to show that he cares through actions rather than words.

He usually wouldn't initiate physical contact with your child but if they hugged him he would hug back, if they gave him a hi-five he would do it back, etc etc. he will never let your kid down

If your child likes make belief, you can bet you'd walk into a room and find your kid all dressed up, off their rocker in full theatre mode, while Tecchou is sitting on the floor, also dressed up, but looking more depressed than ever before

Save him from your baby. They are taking YEARS off his life

He probably accidentally sends your kid to hospital at some point because he cooked for them. Damnit Tecchou, how don't you realise that a child's stomach wouldn't be able to handle a combination of chocolate and beef

It's okay though, he does learn from this. Plus, he takes care of your child and buys them presents and hangs out with them until they're better <3

He might not join your child in the ball pit, but he would watch them swim around in there with the softest, faintest, most affectionate smile on his face. And that is all that matters folks

Teruko (platonic):

The funnest, meanest, coolest auntie ever

Teruko will lead your child down a dreadful path. Limit their visits to holidays and birthdays for your own sake and the sake of your young one

She's really more than happy to negatively influence look after your child if you need her to though, and they love her because she's super chill and lets them get away with all kinds of things (that aren't violent crimes against humanity)

Your parent says one cookie after dinner? Screw it, have six. I won't tell if you won't. - Teruko, probably

She uses her ability to entertain your kid sometimes- usually she'll decrease her age so she can join them in things like building pillow forts and playing on jungle gyms

I'm just picturing them playing at the park and some concerned parent coming up to them asking where their guardian is and Teruko just fucking transforms into a grown woman on the spot and goes 'WHO'S ASKING' 😭

Teruko is a super cool fun aunt. But she is very wise, and she really will give your kid good life advice on occasion.

She'll also cheer them up when they're feeling down, and if they're feeling scared she helps them step out of their comfort zones and confront their fears (in a safe way!!)

If your kid is like, getting picked on at school or something, Teruko will nag you to phone their school about it. If you don't, she does. If they don't do anything about it, she does. Bottom line is NOBODY fucks with your kid when Teruko is around

I guess technically she really is scary dog privilege lmao

Tachihara:

Help he's so nervous at first? Tachihara this is a child, not a wise sage- you can be normal around them

He just wants to make a good impression on the child okay he's doing his best

But (obviously) your kid immediately loves him, and thinks he's the coolest guy ever, and wants to hang out with him all the time

Tachihara has a bit of a concern that the kid will think that he's trying to replace their other parent, which is fair, but it's unfounded because your child absolutely adores him and does not care about that at all

If your child ever calls him 'Dad' watch his soul fucking transcend to a new plane, he's so surprised and honoured that this beautiful person's child would consider him their parent

Your kid has Tachihara wrapped around their tiny finger. He will oblige them with anything- if you've got a toddler who likes uppies and piggybacks, say your prayers for Tachihara's upper arm and back muscles because he will carry them for hours

You really need him to stop leaving weaponry around the house, though- the absolute HEART ATTACK you had when you saw your precious baby carrying around an unloaded pistol

Also, Tachihara, babe, STOP SWEARING SO MUCH AROUND THE BABY. I CAN'T HAVE MY KID SAYING 'FUCK' TO STRANGERS - you, probably

Doesn't really ever talk about his job(s) with your kid, all they know is that he 'kills bad guys', and they think that's cool as fuck

He's not perfect, sure. But he is trying so hard to be The Perfect Parent™ and, more importantly, he loves your child to bits

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pinkiipeachiikeen

of course, thank you to anon for this req!

[jaehaeryshater]

Falconry Lessons for Sweetrobin

commissioned from @vazdelart

Sweetrobin art, I’m so excited!!!!! Look at my sweet boy. I personally really love Robert Arryn, I find him to be so cute and it makes me sad that so many people, mostly show watchers, see him as some cheap version of Joffrey. Robert Arryn is a 6 year old in AGOT that has stress induced seizures (most likely epilepsy) and learning/developmental delays. Personally, I’m of the opinion that these delays are expressed by genuine disability rather than being coddled, though Lysa’s infantilization of Sweetrobin exacerbates the problem and keeps him from improving. But he is very coddled and spoiled which impacts his behavior and makes him entitled. Still, he isn’t excessively cruel, he is deeply disturbed by the murder of his father, the nature of which his mother has twisted im his young mind, and the subsequent murder of his mother, whom he was very codependent on. Currently, he is a very frightened boy, and that is not his fault. He doesn’t understand very well how to be a good lord, but it seems his instincts are to be generous. Still, he doesn’t know who to trust because of all the morbid things filling his head, namely that people are waiting on him to die (which is true). Currently, because of his age and delays, Robert Arryn is one of those lords whose success completely lies in the people surrounding him.

CW for pregnancy (miscarriage and stillbirth) and infant loss in the next paragraph.

In AGOT, we learn early on that Jon Arryn has been Hand of the King for the entirety of Robert Baratheon’s reign, and therefore the entirety of Robert Arryn’s life. Robert has been living in King’s Landing with his mother and father, though due to the numbers and locations we are given for Lysa’s stillbirths and miscarriages, they also lived back at the Eyrie for some durations of time. Sweetrobin was born sickly, which was to be expected as all of his full siblings and his one half-sibling were not born alive. I am a birth worker irl and I’ve seen some confusion over miscarriages and stillbirths, which to me is relevant here, so excuse me as I ramble. A miscarriage is the end of a pregnancy from the beginning to 19 weeks (though in modern times, some people do deliver babies at 17-18 weeks that are born alive and live for an hour or so, in which case I would definitely consider that to be a perinatal death instead of a miscarriage) and a stillbirth is the end of a pregnancy from 19 weeks to 40 weeks, or I suppose longer if you don’t go into labor at 40 weeks. This distinction is important because in Lysa’s case for two reasons, her only psychology and mental break, and also to confirm paternity of Robert Arryn. When you have a stillbirth, especially one late term, it is entirely possible and even probable that had labor been induced earlier, the baby would have been born alive and given proper medical care that would ensure its survival. Most miscarriages are a result of some genetic issue that renders the embryo or fetus incompatible with life, but once we get to a stage in pregnancy where an end to it would be considered a stillbirth, it is more likely a physical issue like a problem with the placenta or not enough amniotic fluid, or respiration on meconium, that ends the life of an otherwise perfectly healthy fetus. This is not always true, but it is often true. Therefore, part of Lysa’s mental state could be the trauma that her children might have been perfectly healthy had she delivered them earlier, which is what I posit happened with Robert Arryn. This also could give her feelings of personal responsibility, like if she had been in control there everything would be fine, so she must control her living child to keep him safe. Regarding Robert’s paternity, there’s no bastardy rumors on him in universe, but lots of people have theorized that because of his siblings not being born alive, Robert must be the son of Littlefinger. Part of it seems to stem from a misunderstanding of what infertile means. If Jon Arryn was infertile, he would be incapable of impregnating anyone at all, which we’ve seen with two of his wives, he has. He may be sub-fertile and have problems with his genetic material, but that would also make sense with Sweetrobin being sick and possibly born early. Jon Arryn’s offspring were capable of developing at least halfway through pregnancy multiple times, and from that information, I feel the most likely explanation is that Sweetrobin was simply delivered before whatever ended the other pregnancies got to him as well. That does raise an interesting question on if that labor was spontaneous or if Lysa did something to induce it, to “save him”, which would have worked but also left him disabled, but of course there is nothing solid to back that up and pure speculation.

Had to break that up into two paragraphs because it became a bit of a tangent, but whatever the case, Robert Arryn is sick and his mother is very overprotective of him. She breastfed him for 6 years, which to be fair to her given my knowledge on breast milk as a birth worker, probably did aid his health, but certainly hindered his social skills. I also don’t think she was doing it for his health, but to keep him reliant on her. We don’t really know anything else about his life prior to AGOT other than he was bullied by Joffrey in King’s Landing. There’s not any information on how involved Jon Arryn was in his son’s life. We know he was physically there in the same location of his son, but we also know he was very preoccupied with trying to keep the realm together under the reign of Robert Baratheon. Unfortunately, in many ways, Jon seemed to choose Robert Baratheon, who was his foster son, and the realm, over his biological son’s well-being, though given it was all of Westeros in the balance and Jon may have felt he was the only one who could keep the King semi-in check, it is not as simple as which Robert he loved more. Still, Jon did nothing to curtail Lysa’s abuse (though of course, Lysa did not mean to abuse Robert, she simply was not well herself) on Robert and let him be hindered from developing for years. Jon was an old man, around 80 years old, but he still in a position of power in this patriarchal society, so while Lysa had the direct hand in keeping Robert feeble, Jon is also responsible for not stopping it. While Jon lay dying, he called for Robert. We know he meant Robert Baratheon, but everyone else did not know if he meant the King or his son. Whatever the case, Sweetrobin was not allowed to see him. Lord Arryn’s last words were “the seed is strong”, which of course is referring to the Baratheon’s all having children with black hair and Cersei’s children being bastards. Lysa thought, quite reasonably, that he was referring to his own son. He was the only child that had lived, after all, and he had fought his illness thus far. Jon’s last words being about his son and a reassurance that he would live would be sweet, but alas, Lord Arryn was preoccupied. It breaks my heart a little, but that’s beside the point.

Falconry was a popular hobby among the nobility throughout history, and is likely an important hobby to House Arryn. Their sigil is a falcon, after all. Jon taught Ned and Robert falconry, but I’m not sure he ever got around to teaching Sweetrobin. I wish he had :/ this how this piece came to be. Someone needs to teach him NOW! And I asked for him and father to have matching outfits too. RIP Lysa, you would have loved putting your entire family in matching clothes.

My hope for Robert in the future is that he will NOT DIE, that Littlefinger will be ousted (I don’t think he’ll die yet) as guardian and Yohn Royce will replace him. Robert has no hope as long as Petyr Baelish is in control of him, as he’s being drugged and getting sicker and Baelish is banking on Hardyng. Lord Royce seems to be one of *very few* people that is interested in the life and wellbeing of Sweetrobin. Yohn served Jon loyally and is the only person I can think of that can be trusted to keep Robert Arryn well. I also think him more sympathetic to the Starks, so Jon will have an easier time getting the Vale’s help in preparation for the Long Night. This might also be the key for Alayne’s reveal and delivering her back to Jon (or Rickon, I suppose, if he’s found an a faction against Jon is placed, but I really just don’t see Jon openly fighting against Rickon, if anything it would against the regent Wyman, which again, I don’t think is happening). This is all more Yohn’s decisions rather than Sweetrobin’s, but considering that people’s opinions on Sweetrobin have already been formed based on sinister forces controlling him, my hope is the opinions will swing the other way when kinder forces surround him. Given Robert’s eagerness of the story of the Winged Knight, I do feel that he wants to be a good and just knight, he only needs to be guided. He’s a small child, after all. Hopefully, his nature can be exemplified perhaps even in a moment when Alayne is revealed, that Robert’s instinct even before being told to do by Yohn will be to help her, because he loves her. I just feel that he’s painfully misunderstood, it makes me feel like I’m going insane to see a child such as him be labeled as sadistic or bad-natured. At any rate, if he survives, it would make sense for him to be one of the members at the Great Council that potentially instates Bran as ruler. After all, if we’re to believe that that is where the story will end, the people making that decision would more than likely have some sort of connection to him. That’s all just wishful thinking, however. Robert’s fate looks grim as of right now. But Harry Hardyng is not that sympathetic in the sample Winds chapter, so it would make more sense to me if Sansa’s arc has him having a hand in her death rather than an inadvertent hand in Robert’s. It’s my opinion that there is a reason that many claimants left in Westeros are weak or disabled: Doran with his gout (though I think he will die), Willas crippled in his leg, Bran paralyzed, Tyrion with dwarfism, and Robert Arryn with his seizures. He obviously has a soft spot for an underdog or those people otherwise doubt.

Thank you so much to my friend @vazdelart for doing this for me, it’s beautiful. This is my third time commissioning from her, the first being a Saera and Jaehaerys piece and the second being a Daeron and Vaella piece. They all turned out fantastically and I do plan on working with her again. She’s really good at depicting old men, if you like that kind of thing 😭

[mockerycrow]

little idea for sub!simon (idk if its any good)

feel like simon needs someone to take charge, to make him let go completely. just a soft, but stern, dom that reminds him to sit back and just take for a minute. For him to not touch but just be touched. For him to experience pleasure without having to give it back. Someone who makes him feel so good in such a soft, slow way (because not everything needs to be fast and rough like his job, or life before that, lets be honest) that he feels like he’s losing his mind. But it’s okay. That time, with them, it’s alright to just feel instead of think. It’s okay to just let their sweet praise and slow (so, so slow, he’s going to die) touches wash over him until he’s so deep in subspace he doesn’t even remember anymore that life could be anything but this.

(sorry for the rant. simon makes me feel things)

hrrngghhh yes you get me!! i only think simon would need a heavier hand than most, there being that last final wall, the last mental block for him. that last line of defense in his head, so while it’s ghost who willingly has to kneel, hand over that control, give you the leash—it’s you who has to enforce it in his brain that he doesn’t have to think anymore.

a lot of what will happen to simon will lack penetration, most of it is focusing on his body, making him learn what feels good. teaching him that if something isn’t for him, that’s not an issue. that despite you holding onto him by the collar, he has the power to stop everything—something he’s never had before.

im physically unable to write good oneshots specifically about bdsm dom/sub dynamics because these dynamics are very particular and take a LOT of work from both parties. you’ll see the work put in from simon and yourself as the reader. i’m excited to write it!!

[killergee]

Omggg we need more of the kendo player! Hoshina x Archer! Reader 🛐🛐🛐 I beg of you 😭😭

AHHHH, IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT! ❤️💗💖🩷❣️

I feel like everything's been said and done, so I don't think I'm gonna continue the story. BUT here's a short little one-shot to feed your desires.

Kind of part 1

Synopsis: Hoshina tries to teach you kendo but things don't go as expected. Or actually, it goes exactly as expected.

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Despite the tournaments being over, you and Hoshina kept the unspoken promise of staying late after school to practice. Though, "practices" are now filled more with talking than the cracks of swords or the twang of bowstrings—but that's between the two of you. Somehow, the talking then turned into Hoshina making you try kendo.

You don't know if you agreed because you were bored or because Hoshina brainwashed you enough into thinking kendo was kind of cool. Or maybe it was because of the sparkle in his eyes and the nervousness in his voice when he earnestly asked you that you couldn't refuse...

No.

It was definitely the brainwashing.

So, for the last couple of days, Hoshina taught you the more fun aspects of Kendo. The swinging of the sword, how to parry, he spoke so excitedly when teaching you.

However, somewhere along the lines, he started to move closer to you. Wrapping his arms around yours to help you hold your sword, whispering instructions into your ears, holding your hips to stop them from moving too much. You didn't know if he was doing it on purpose or not. But he seemed oblivious to the way you would cup your ear or grip your sword harder when he turned away.

Before you acted like you'd rather die than ever learn kendo. So Hoshina was excited to see you actually put effort into his teachings. Blinded by your progress, he tries to put kendo armour on you.

"Now don't get too excited, I'm not putting all of that on." You say, drawing the line at putting on the gross and probably sweaty armour.

Hoshina raises his eyebrows in surprise. "Huh? I thought ya were startin' to like it?"

"I don't particularly like it or dislike it."

"Then why are ya putting up with the lessons then?"

"No reason at all." You respond too quickly, cheeks puffing out in embarassment feigned annoyance.

Seeing how you refuse to look into his eyes and how your body seems to be closing in on itself, hoshina eyes widen at the realization. A small smile grows on his face as he approaches you.

"Oh? Is there something else ya like about these lessons?" He asks as he comes to stand face to face with you. Before you can say anything, he moves to stand behind you, his hands on your hips as he towers over you from behind.

"Maybe you're putting up with the sport you oh so despise because ya like how I touch you." He drawls out, the lightness in his voice replaced with something much deeper and intimate.

He leans his head down over your shoulder, slowly bringing one of his hands up to tuck your hair behind your ear. Lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, you let out a shaky breath.

"Or is it because of this?" He whispers, and the puffs of air tickle your ear.

He holds back a chuckle as he feels you sway a little—becoming almost putty in his hands. Your hands that were holding the wooden sword in position are now lowered with the tip of the sword touching the ground. The strength and haughtiness you usually exude is no longer to be found.

"I should've known." He reaches forward, his hands slowly snaking down your arms, his front pressing against your back. Wrapping his arms you, every inch of your body felt like it was being encompassed by his. He was overloading all your senses.

The wake of his touches leaves goosebumps on your skin. The subtle smell of his cologne invades your lungs. You try with all your strength to keep your eyes open and forward as his entirety envelops you.

But the moment you falter and begin to lean in, he takes the sword out of your hands. "You'd never want to learn such an ungraceful sport." He chuckles slyly, walking away from you towards the sword stand.

Red from head to toe, you sputter "I-I don't mind," as your hands feel especially empty now.

"Now, now, don't worry y/n," he lilts. "We can still have fun without the swords." His eyes hold a dangerous but hypnotizing shine. "Why, the fun's just getting started."