#it'd probably overwhelm him at first

[part-time-zombie]

I really like imagining remus as just constantly making all kinds of dirty jokes/inappropriate comments and just generally saying/doing sexual stuff, but the second someone shows him simple affection and/or gentle cuddles? He just absolutely melts

[sysig]

My fourth wall OCs! ♥ (Patreon)

I tried to put everything in the tags but ended up being too long-winded lol, so here it is instead!

For this year’s big behind-the-scenes project, I realized I haven’t given colour references to a lot of my 4th Wall characters! There are...a surprising proportion of femboys who are aware of their existence here now that I look at it lol - I mean technically only Cory and Mint count there but that's still 2/8 - a fourth is kind of a lot! Their sizing is pretty funny to me as well, Cory’s proportions make everyone else look tiny by comparison, he’s just got a very large eye! Set right next to Gijat too, Vortians are so compact - he’s fully grown he’s an adult he’s just small!

Okay, for actuals now, starting left-to-right - while they’re obviously organized by height, it's funny because Cure is also the oldest by creation date. She's front of the line on everything! How silly. She's larger than your average plush bear but only by a little - just enough to be like Mildly intimidating if she approached haha. Puntable - and yet unpuntable lol. It's not just her being the oldest of the lot that makes her more powerful (although that is a contributing factor - she’s aware of her status both in and out of character!). It's not just Kids Rules either since she was made such a long time ago - y'know like ''Oh yeah well my character is [very powerful for X reasons]'' - although yes Also That lol. She's a Fourth Wall OC down to her roots, always intended that way - not everyone here can say that!

Tala also has that edge! Though in a very different way haha - she's also the only one here with a physical counterpart, which is fun :D Means she can go on “actual” adventures and bring that knowledge back with her cartoon versions - both are as real as the other! I keep forgotting her bow, agh, I need to take some more pictures of her sometime so my mental picture of her is more up to date haha

I guess my blankslate HF expression kind of counts?? Lol, it’s mostly for funsies, they’re more like a Concept As Person so?? Sure lol, With Accessories of course lol - haven’t been fighting it much lately so that’s all for now ♪ I wonder if they’ll stay so lucky in the near future hmmm

Gijat! ♥ He ended up being an accidental fourth wall character actually haha, he wasn’t designed with that in mind! He's not meant to know such things, but he did fairly well with it while he was part of the main rotation :) He was designed to be a story character but he ended up being my favourite comfort character so he got a few glimpses out <3 He hasn't for a while though! He's been retired for a long while actually - he's the second oldest character in the lineup after Cure but she had more staying power, sorry Gi <3 I did draw his fairy version not all That long ago tho! It’s hard to let go of anyone for Too long haha

Cory ♥ My sweet special boy <3 He's also the third oldest here! He was the first one to assert himself as a fourth wall OC haha ♪ Cure didn't really congeal into an OC for a long time - she stayed a concept and Gijat was on accident - whereas Cory purposefully and clearly looked outward from the start. He Has a story but it's never been all That developed - he has some non-4th Wall character-friends but his main focus is other, unrelated characters. He's always been very interested in other OCs, a lot of which stems from Bar actually haha - he and Bar are near-contemporaries - they're both featured here for a reason haha

Mint >:| He's...fine. He was inspired from a weird source and has therefore always Been weird - and also asserted himself like Cory. Same story - he has canon story elements but for the most part he's interested in others! Usually in a Pursuit kind of way, and not just limited to my OCs >:/ He needs to behave himself is what - he also has like 1000 outfits and they rarely repeat, ugh, pick one! I wasn’t familiar with the eGirl aesthetic at the time I made him, but he 100% fits it, look at him in his elf ears and heterochromatic contacts smh. I don’t actually know his real eye colour, or hair colour! He wears contacts and dyes his hair and won’t tell me, he even started dating a non-4th wall character without asking! He’s a real wild card

Erase is probably the babiest of the list despite Tala being newer and younger - everyone else was made before Erase! They’ve had had less screen time and less development than everyone else too.They're an incredibly light and oddly harmless fourth wall presence lol for all the danger They pose in Their story :0 They're fairly polite all things considered. They actually have a degree of respect for the fourth wall - unlike Some people (Mint) - probably from acknowledging The Player/Character vs. developer. If there's a hierarchy capable of being distinguished then Erase is going to place Themself in the safest spot. Y'know - to cause problems from lol. I do need to play with Them more - They're fun! But fun isn't quite enough to be full-fledged Interesting just yet, more to do, more to do

It's almost unfair to have Erase right next to Bar lol - possibly my most Interesting OC of all time. First created in 2015 quite soon after Cory, even in the same notebook! He retired in 2017, I think? 2018 at the latest - and then was revived in 2020 and has been here again since. And that's just his timeline! Not counting everything that went into him character-wise. Obviously my sonas don't count as 4th wall OCs because y'know - they're me - but Bar falls kind of unclear of the line between OC and sona, he's always been a weird one. He was initially meant to be an RP character and then over time he developed into a 4th wall OC/sona of a Kind. Nowadays he's a fully-fledged 4th wall OC by design - his change in design from his 2020 revival was meant to represent his transformation thereof - but he's always been weird! If I had to pick a character that I’d consider “overdeveloped” or put too much of myself in - even more than some of my sonas - it'd be him. He's one of my favourites because of that but it's hard to quantify how exactly I feel about him haha. I love him! It's painful! He's great! He's awful! He's very important to me and he'll never return to being what he was first created for again. I do quite like his new design <3 Paying homage to the video that sent him crashing back into relevance for me haha

It was fun to draw everyone :D And it's nice that they all have colour references now! Mint has definitely been the longest without one, everyone else has had at least Something - even Erase! And They're way newer! I did make Mint in a couple online dollmakers but that's not quite the same thing haha, he really needs his clothes hand-drawn :P

It's good to have them all :) They're a fun bunch and I like all of them <3 I think it’s kinda funny and a little strange how few crossovers they’ve had with each other though! So far it’s really only been Tala-Bar-Cory - the rest are aware of each other but haven’t really met, how strange, considering what they are!

[the-weeping-dawn]

Originally/pre partial-cerimorphosis.

Small. He is 5'4'' and generally built quite slender. (and if sitting is probably in some fucked position.)

He is also very pretty.

Post/deep into partial cerimorphosis (A process which I might have grabbed conceptually and ran with in a direction)

*gestures to the whole scared/veined side of he keeps covered with hair for a reason.*

Just that something went wrong here. Also the eye that's stil a real one glows.....that probably gets noticed pretty quickly.......

He is also still small. It's probably just that he's tiny..

Tav Question

What is the first thing people notice about you Tav’s appearance?

[alchemistc]

Felt the urge to add a little something to this ficlet

Jee hates the baby.

It's glaringly obvious and has been for weeks, and Maddie can tell it's breaking hearts.

Buck and Tommy look like they haven't slept in a month, which she's very secretly pleased about mostly because they're always so good at taking care of other people's kids that they've gained a sort of muted awe among the rest of the group - how easy they get kids down for bedtime and how rested they look when parents show up, how sweet and kind and polite the kids always are at handoff and how the kids keep up that out of character behavior for at least half a day for their parents, too.

The baby is a game changer. The baby is making her brother and his kid-whisperer husband human again.

Maddie should probably feel bad that she's taking such private glee in watching them both down a fifth cup of coffee and go a little pale when the baby monitor set up next to the couch kicks up noise. She should probably feel bad that when Tommy swings up out of his seat with a hand curled around Buck's shoulder, his knees and back snap crackle pop their way into an upright state. She should feel bad about the tired sigh that escapes Buck's lips as Tommy shuffles off towards the baby's room they'd spent months laughingly arguing about as they grinned the grin of first time parents who'd never actually had a reference for how on-call they'd be once the kid was born.

Tommy hums his way back down the hallway with a fussing bundle and gives them both an exhausted smile as he shuffles past them into the kitchen, and Jee glares daggers at his back.

Oh, she should absolutely not take any pleasure in that.

It's just -

Buck has given her way too many details about the shit they got up to after a weekend taking care of Jee. Cheeky grins and the unsubtle widening of eyes and the implication that if either of them could get pregnant...

And Jee, in turn, spending days after reciting the things she'd done with Tommy like Tommy hung the goddamn moon and the stars, how sweet it'd been the first few times until she'd started to get annoyingly jealous of Tommy and how easy it all seemed for him.

Buck, at least, she knew got overwhelmed sometimes by the sheer amount of energy Jee had. Buck at least had the courtesy to look a little frayed around the edges on day three when Jee was swinging off his arm and trying to weasel an extra day of Buck and Tommy time.

Tommy always just grinned indulgently and looked a little sad to be going, like he could stand another few months of Jee screeching before he felt the slightest inclination to give her back to her parents.

Serves him right, actually, Maddie thinks, and then levers herself up off the recliner to go do the dishes piling up in their sink because they're too damn tired all the time to get to them.

---

Jee hates the baby.

Chim has watched her working her way through those feelings for a month, now. He's watched her put on a brave face at the sight of baby Kinard's squalling, wrinkly newborn face - watched her scowl at the bundle in her uncle's arms every time Tommy gets all doughy and enamored with something as simple as a tiny little hand reaching up for his chin - watched her throw herself a nice little fit when it was Athena and Bobby showing up to babysit for Date Night instead of Buck and Tommy.

She's a strange, mercurial little monster, and she hates a fucking baby. He should maybe check that.

It's just -

Her scowl is a new expression, and it reminds him so startlingly of her mother that every time he sees it he gets a little misty-eyed about it.

He's throwing a casserole in the oven, the baby monitor for once prised from Buck and Tommy so that they can take a nap while Chim tidies their living room and cooks them dinner, when Jee tugs at his pant leg and all out glares at the noises coming from the little device. It's just little snuffles, at this point - certainly nothing too dangerous, nothing that's gonna wake her exhausted parents in the next room, nothing that should bother Jee-Yun at all, except there she is, grimacing away as Chim watches the grainy video feed for a moment just to make sure the baby isn't gonna turn sideways and stick her head through the bars of her enclosure like Buck had apparently done once.

They don't talk very often about baby Buck, because baby Buck had been a miserable bastard screaming his lungs out because not only was he a tiny little thing with a mother who neglected him but he was usually in some type of discomfort and pain, those first six months. But it's a story Maddie remembers distinctly, and one that doesn't actually feature the Buckley parents actively ignoring their kid, so.

Jee protests when he swings her up into his arms, and protests some more when he tries to set her down in the living room five minutes later so he can start clearing away the various piles of baby crap taking up space all over the room. He remembers what it had been like, that guilty feeling of leaving for work with stuff just taking up space everywhere, and he remembers how it had felt to return to find Mrs Lee bouncing a near catatonic Jee in her arms, humming some Korean lullaby as she wiped down the kitchen counter, and Chim realized that all the stuff was back in it's place, his apartment looking tidy for the first time in what felt like months.

He remembers trying to work up the energy to feel guilty about someone else picking up his messes and being unable to do so for how damn grateful he felt instead.

Chim tries the cleanup song to distract Jee but she wanders off with something tucked into her fist and he knows, he just knows he's gonna end his tidying up with scrubbing some crayon graffiti off one of Buck and Tommy's walls.

---

Mara is a little obsessed with the baby.

Things are stable enough now that she feels comfortable in it - in watching the baby lift her head and cry her eyes out and giggle when one of her dads blows a raspberry into her stomach.

Mara begs to be taught how to support the baby's neck and how to angle her bottle to feed her and how to change her diaper and swaddle her, wants Tommy to wrap the baby up against her chest in the baby bjorn and only pouts a little when Tommy solemnly informs her that they just don't have the right size wrap for Mara.

Mara sits primly next to Buck on the couch and peeks over the blankets in subdued awe when the baby yawns, or farts, or smacks her tiny baby lips after finishing her bottle.

Mara is doing everything she can to convince Jee that the baby is actually a good thing but Jee isn't fucking having it.

---

It's not like Tommy hasn't noticed it. He'd have to be blind deaf and dumb not to notice that Jee hasn't dropped an Uncle Tommy since the day they brought Charlie home from the hospital.

He's just got no idea how to bring it up without sounding like a crazy person.

He already feels half insane from sleep deprivation, and he can't justify bringing it up to Evan when Evan's under-eye bags have gone from sensible purse to checked luggage in the span of a month and a half, the same as Tommy.

So he sits in it and he stews and he burps Charlie while across the room he can feel Jee burning a hole into his back with her eyes.

The thing is, every other child-adjacent human in this extended family loves Charlie a stupid amount. Mara has to be bribed away, and Harry and May have already offered up their babysitting services with gleams in their eye. Denny's spent hours just watching her through tummy time, and Chris will talk to her like she's a proper little adult who has any idea what he's saying and isn't just enamored with the inflection in his voice.

Jee full stop hates Charlie, and Tommy isn't an idiot - he'd love to have the energy for a piggy back ride or a Bluey dance party or literally anything more than ruffling her hair when he greets her and Chim or Maddie at the door.

He's just so damn tired.

And Jee clearly thinks that means her Uncle Tommy has been stolen from her by the loud, stinky, fussy baby.

---

California's paternity leave situation is...better than a lot of the rest of the country. They've had a solid two months to watch Charlie grow, and eat and sleep and work her little facial muscles until Buck can convince himself she's smiling at them.

He'd gone back to work first. It'd made sense for them to switch off, once they reached a point where they could sleep a solid four hours in a row, and as reluctant as Buck had been to miss a single milestone, he'd known that six weeks from his return he'd be the one allowed to take advantage of their family leave to watch his kid gurgle and roll from her tummy to her back while Tommy got behind the controls again.

The door clicks open and Buck blinks at the new graffiti decorating the space beneath the hook where they hang their keys. He'd thought they'd cleaned all of Jee's latest attempts to show her displeasure at the existence of her cousin.

There's something savory smelling wafting from the kitchen, and when Buck swings in to greet his husband he instead finds his sister, back to him while she holds her phone out like she's recording something, camera aimed over the couch in the living room.

His first few steps on the tile startle her, but she recovers quickly, one hand raised to indicate he should stay quiet while the other gestures him closer.

Tommy's passed the fuck out on the floor next to the couch, which vaguely pleases Buck because he's been a little worried Tommy would forget to rest while Buck was on shift, but it's the rest of the tableau that has him yanking out his own phone as he putters to a stop next to his sister.

Tommy's got company. Jee, half asleep herself, fighting consciousness like only a kid really can, is tucked into Tommy's side, and she's got two fingers being held hostage by Charlie

Charlie coos, and giggles, and flexes her hand, and Jee blinks and yawns and the side of her mouth quirks, just a bit, exactly like her dads does when he's trying to hide a smile.

Buck makes a noise that has Maddie turning to him with a lecture already forming in her mind.

It's just -

When Buck had told Tommy he wanted kids, he'd sort of always assumed the plural was understood, but Jee's blatant dismissal of Charlie as anything other than an inconvenient distraction has been giving him pause.

Except.

Except Tommy's passed out on the floor with his niece half tucked against him and a baby Jee purports to hate has her completely tuned out to everything else in the entire house, and Buck's got that itchy feeling running up his spine again.

Maddie snaps a few more pictures and drags Buck further into the kitchen to point a finger at him.

"You promised Tommy you'd wait at least a year," Maddie reminds him in a hushed voice, and Buck sighs. Runs a hand through his hair. Tries to take another peek at his niece finally finally warming up to Charlie.

"He's gonna be so pissed if she calls him Uncle Tommy while he's sleeping," Buck announces, and fully ignores Maddie's stern look in favor of flipping through the dozen pictures he'd captured himself.

[6okuto]

TS Cast Celebrating Your Birthday

GN!Reader | most of this can be read platonically! reader often forgets their birthday or doesn't really celebrate (but implicitly wants to!!). solo chara and a few for all of them at the end ^__^

for reg my beloved @bananacockatiel oh my Goodness HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! YAHYAYHO

LEANDER

Doesn't matter how long he's known your birthday's coming up—maybe he's known for months, maybe you only mentioned it last week—this is the most uncasual guy ever. /affectionate /what's your problem. But I will say if you've known each other a while and he finds out with days to spare? It's kind of hilarious to see how much Leander's eyes widen and the panic that sets in for a second. Genuinely has no clue how he's fumbled this hard.

If you don't celebrate because of bad memories or emotions, he says he wants to make good ones for you instead. This is your day! You think you don't deserve the celebration or gifts? WRONG!!

Obviously if you don't enjoy big parties, he won't throw one. Saying this because out of all the LI's I think Leander is the only one to think of or really Capable of planning a big party himself. Cross out the idea to announce it's your birthday at the Wet Wick and say drinks are on him and that everyone who gives you a gift gets .. something cool.

But that doesn't mean he won't spoil you and give you everything you rightfully deserve!! You guys can spend the day together, even the week if you want! He promises he's completely and wholly yours, duties taken care of and handed off to trusted Adders.

He's calling in favours, charming his pants off (not literally), remembering everything and every place you've shown interest in. You don't even remember a third of them, but Leander does. He is LOCKED! IN!

By the sound of this you think you'd be overwhelmed. You probably are at first because you don't expect how much he's prepared, even knowing it's Leander, and you're not used to it. But Leander is nothing if not attentive and working for you! However much walking or social interaction etc is your limit, he works with it in mind, and is always willing to take breaks or, if you're out and about, go home if you'd like. You still have him after all :-) ;) /silly flirting but sincere promise.

Little magic show... Leander's the type of guy to take you to a hidden area and show off with pretty lights and magic and watch you with an affectionate smile. Type of guy to pull you to dance when there's no music so you both start singing. Etc.

If you're completely worn out from the day, he'll part with a final "Happy birthday" (and kiss), letting you go to bed. If you'd like him to join you, he's happy to cuddle you to bed too!

VERE

I couldn't have animal ears and a tail because my already shit poker face would be even worse. Him? Interested/invested in it being your birthday soon? Yes! Vere plays it off if it's just not really a big deal to you. But if it's because you haven't enjoyed your birthday in a long time, he has a longer pause of... contemplation...

Anyone think about how many shitty ones he's spent alone or working and how many he might've tried to make up for it?! 🤔

I think. He would want to do something/go some place special...? His initial thought isn't to just hang out for the day. That isn't good enough for him or for you!! I wouldn't put it past him to just be like. Be ready by 7 and dress nice. And you just have to trust him. As you always have to /lh /vere move

Type of guy to tell you to use your birthday to your advantage. Something something joke about a fake marriage proposal for double the free service before Vere reminds you that it'd be quite unbelievable to your audience that he'd be getting married, but he's flattered you were up for the idea

Vere sticks by your side at any crowded establishments/venues. This is one of the few times that, if he can't just call someone over, he'll tell you to stay sitting while he gets the drinks. I hope you're honoured to not only have his undivided attention for the night, but some of his service!

Vere picking up the bill ?! Voluntarily ?! Even declining your attempt to pay ?! Though if you want to give him the money feel free ;) /silly /he will not take your money put it Away!!

Art gift art gift! His soft spot for handmade gifts works here too!! Debating if I'm endeared more by Vere thinking of what to draw super easily because it's you, or erasing multiple ideas (like the drawing of Mhin) because. It's you.

Hah.. Vere trying to do something related to your hobbies (e.g. I don't know. crocheting a little guy. cooking.). struggling.. getting annoyed but also refusing to give up... it's totally because of his image and pride and not because he really cares about you of course obviously. His respect for your interest grows even more if he's particularly bad at it.

MHIN

"They don't know how to celebrate [their birthday] though, or if they even should..." Okayyyy. We got two peas in a pod here

They try to gauge/ask about how you feel about your birthday. Instinctively, they want to do something, but I think Mhin's the quickest to worry that maybe you really don't want that, or that their ideas wouldn't be...good (enough)... They also face the most turmoil about buying or making a gift.

When it comes to plans, Mhin keeps it lowkey. If they know you enjoy the others' company or are their friends, they (begrudgingly) mention your birthday because even if they hate Vere and can't stand being around Leander too long, your birthday is important! They'd like to see you happy :-)

Your birthday comes around... you've forgotten... Mhin greets you with a gift... you're like ?! What's the occasion.. For a second they panic like oh my god it isn't your birthday? Anyway it turns out fine and they Very Lightly chide you for forgetting with a sigh

They schedule the day so they don't have commission work to do, and also finish working early the days leading up to it to look for a gift. Luckily, they pay attention to your interests, so they easily pick through things and get something thoughtful!! No worries about that fr :3 (I can also see them making something!! It's just... looking at their schedule.. um.. Wow.)

They also write a heartfelt letter that they Don't let you open until you've separated because they're embarrassed. It isn't very long, but it's sweet!

They want to treat you to food and take you stargazing among other things, but they keep reminding you that if you'd like to do something else, you can. And you're like Mhin no this is really nice thank you and they're . . . . (blush sprite) but trust you're being honest

The cats... orz. While I'm fascinated by the thought of Mhin as a supernatural cat whisperer, I'm endeared by the idea that the cats are just more affectionate that day without prompting and you get to say They Knew! who can say you're wrong!!

Mhin gets food for you and the cats want a piece... they struggle to say no but this is one of those times that hey, this isn't for you... they gently bump cats away and try to keep the meal out of reach... and then you're like you can have a bit little buddy :3 and Mhin's like ?! ... Of course you would

KURAS

?! Insert surprised Kuras sprite here. He knows he's often busy working and doesn't see you as much as he wants, but your birthday is soon and he's only finding out now? Do you know how ironic it is that the guy who forgets his own birthday is shocked you forgot (to mention) yours btw. You're both pointing at each other like Hello?? Kuras concedes and says Fair point

I think. He's pretty confident in making plans himself. But I'm also not sure if he's super aware of local events or fancy restaurants with how.. his life is... so maybe he asks Leander or Ais or other visitors.

He probably still has to work for a portion of the day, but trust that he keeps thinking of you when he has the time to spare. As soon as Kuras sees you, he's smiling and asking how your birthday's been so far, not letting you worry about his day at work.

He's more talkative today! Consider his openness a birthday gift alone—talking about the history of places, little funny stories, things he's done that people would be shocked by. He's also interested in you sharing stories too, and I think. Few have heard Kuras laugh. And YOU can and will be one of the few today!! Trust.

I don't think Kuras's gift would be handmade but that could depend on the time he has. Not to say that handmade gifts are The best and only ones ever. Trust that he'd have mulled over the decision and chosen with a lot of care!! Handing it to you, he describes his thought process and reassures you that if you don't like it, you don't have to keep it.

If it isn't cold, you end the night with a walk by the river! Maybe you talk about your day, or you can just appreciate the view and walk quietly together. But as someone with a winter birthday, I recognize those who might be unlucky with the weather. Sob. In that case,... I'd hope you get to stay at one of your homes... I feel like Kuras wouldn't want to bring you to the clinic like. LOL. He'd be pretty apologetic about that

Iirc Kuras like, radiates. warmth/heat. or something. So if that's at all correct, if it gets chilly as you walk place to place, he stays closer to you! Or at least offers to do so. Walking through town holding hands with the handsome angel doctor... Think about that. Yeah

AIS

Guy who deeply understands not admitting you enjoy thoughtful gestures or want a party. Everyone here has issues.

He's very good at keeping his plans a secret and playing it cool! It helps that your birthday is barely on your mind, so he can dismiss things as chores or boredom. Plus y'know groupmind stuff something working together something. He's so good you might think he's forgotten, or is super super chill about it.

You're at the Seaspring... Princess is excited... You're like Did something happen? Ais stares. "You didn't forget, did you?" Yes you absolutely did. He jokingly rolls his eyes and like, pats your head or hands you a gift or something and says happy birthday.

If he knows you'd enjoy a surprise party or something with the others, he'll make sure to find some time in the evening (if you aren't already planning on going to the Wet Wick)! But your birthday always ends with just the two of you so you can wind down and relax.

I see him being adamant about you making a wish. Like it's almost weird but also this makes sense to me...? Not sure why. Something something having something to look forward to, it's cute, something something

Walk with me. Matching jewelry. That wouldn't be his only gift though. I think Ais would get you something that's Very You or very helpful, even unexpectedly so!! He noticed an issue or inconvenience you've been dealing with without you even complaining about it.

Mm. Not beneath him to do a little prank gift beforehand though. Less Exploding Glitter, more opening a box to a smaller box then a smaller one and smaller one.

Princess BRINGING YOU A GIFT!! wouldn't that be lovely I dream of this. You give Ais no credit despite the note with his handwriting and Princess looks soo happy and Ais is playfully offended

At the end of the night, he asks if this birthday made up for all the bad ones, or ones you've missed. He has a lighthearted tone, but you hear the genuine curiosity laced in his question. When you say yes, his smile softens into something more genuine. "Good. You deserve it."

ALL

Partyayyyy!! These are Vibes for sure. But they're all behaving themselves and being.. nice enough.. if they're all purposefully in the same space for a (relatively) long period of time,, that says something about you! Great and powerful influence!! Even if they're bickering, individually, I prOMISE they hope you have a good birthday!

If this is a modern AU you bet your ass Leander is going Group Picture/Selfie :D !! Now do a silly one LIKFNSJHGBJHBG

I can imagine him, Vere, and Ais all saying some version of "You want us/these guys to do anything? It's your birthday" which is why I didn't put this in their solos like Ok ms repetitive. Leander's feels more sincere, Vere and Ais are fully prepared to take the piss. You can get some weird ass bet or situation going on. Ais will start a fight in your honour #happybirthday before punching someone in the FACE! (He will also refrain from starting one if That's your wish)

Sure you can open all their gifts in front of them... As long as you're prepared for snarky comments and ranking of gifts from your audience. It isn't a competition but as soon as you pick up Leander's gift Vere is giving it a 0/10 throw it in the trash it's probably some experimental beverage that tastes like the bottom of his boot LFMSGHJHB

(Though I think Mhin would be the most against the idea so you might open theirs later)

Also. I think this works with multiple LIs if not All of them but if you're ever like, you didn't have to do this, why did you do this for me, etc. etc. they tease you like, Did you forget it's your birthday again? We've been celebrating for a while already.

reg... so sorry if it's not ur birthday anymore when u see this.. i don't think it will be.. SOB i forgot about timezones oh my goodness... I HOPE IT WAS A GOOD ONE!! :') am honored u let me write this. Kicking my feet jumping up and down 🤍 🤍

[finny-again]

*pulls up a chair, sits down*

As I am still in timkon hell, I have decided to take a jab at another popular au for them, the clone baby au.

And boy do I have ideas:

First off, the idea is Tim tried to clone Kon like 99 times and on the 100th try it failed again, so he had this wild idea to combine some of his DNA with Kon's. He like left some variables undecided like gender, and such. Cue the clone baby.

She's a perfect blend of the two, having Kon's skin tone and wavy-curly black locks. She has Tim's eyes and though still young she's definitely going to have Tim's features when she's older. She's perfect.

He names her Nova, Nova Drake. (Later on a common nickname he gives her is Supernova, which I think is flippin' adorable)

And then realization sets in and he's like, "ah fuckkkk." Because he just made a baby with his own DNA mixed with Kon's and he's like barely an adult and now he's responsible for a tiny being that he literally created.

At this point in time he's not Robin, Batman is "dead", but Tim knows he is alive (we will come back to that point later) andddd he's basically jobless.

So he like, panics and calls Cass. Cass is there so fast. She even brings Steph, and for once, Steph stays quiet. They just, sit down and tell him it's going to be okay.

In this au Kon comes back a few years later, probably around the time Nova is 4-ish. Things have, healed up with Tim and his relationship with the Batfam.

Nobody knows his secret identity, it's better that way so he can keep Nova a secret from the rest of the supers. The only people who know are the Batfam, who literally adore Nova to pieces. She is the little lady of the house and is treated as such.

Alfred takes care of Nova when Tim has to be Red Robin. And Barbara even steps in to help too at times.

Steph, Barbara and Cass are the best aunts. And Dick, Jason and Damian fight over who's her favourite uncle. Duke just smiles cause Nova said it was him while he was playing with her one time and told him not to tell the others because it'd make them sad.

Bruce is overwhelmed at first, cause holy shit Tim you did what and now there's a baby made with not only your DNA, but your dead best friends' too? He's a little stressed, but eventually gets over it and begins to treat her like his own granddaughter. He definitely spoils the crap outta her.

Nova starts to exhibit signs of Kryptonian powers, the most notable being Kon's tactile kinesis.

Nova once asked her daddy where her other parent was. Tim explained he had gone away to somewhere they couldn't follow. Nova, though unhappy at the answer, accepted it and just never asked again. She's definitely starting to also exhibit Tim's genius level intellect.

Anyways, Kon comes back. It's unexpected. Tim isn't prepared for it because a) he made peace with Kon being dead, and b) he literally saw him die. Turns out, he wasn't. And whomever finds Kon alive just shows everybody at the watchtower and Tim literally almost has a panic attack right then there. He's able to get out of there, although with a flimsy excuse which nobody buys.

He makes it back to the manor where he is found by Dick, curled up underneath the computer desk in the Batcave. Dick walks him through his panic attack, and then Tim explains what happened.

And that's as far as I've gotten but this was inspired by the fact that I was like, Tim and Kon are so girl dad coded it HURTS ME. Also, the whole timeline/universe is just a jumble of things I picked that I figured would fit in with my idea. So yeah. Remember kids, DC stands for, "Disregard Canon", and will run with that until the day I die.

[wokecipher]

Billy Pines AU

Say hi to an AU I started drawing right after the book came out, it's funny to see it show my art journey of learning to draw Bill Cipher over time.

(above being something I made yesterday vs the first time ever drawing for this idea)

This is an alternate universe of Gravity Falls, where during the collapse of Weirdmageddon, the Universe makes a teensy tiny mistake...

When Weirdmageddon was thwarted, the sudden release of chaotic energy accidentally flung a younger version of a familiar face right into Gravity Falls. This younger Bill Cipher stumbles around looking for his parents, lost and alone, until stumbling upon the statue of his "future" self.

He stays by the statue until he's found by Mabel Pines, who immediately panics and kicks him, not realizing that this tinier version of Cipher isn't the same as his counterpart.

(more doodles and huge infodump below! I plan on turning this all into a comic at some point, so, SPOILERS!! if I decide to do that, that is :P)

After the initial panic, Mabel ends up calming and realizing that this sobbing smushy version of Bill may... not be Bill. At the least, not in a way she's familiar with. She ends up retrieving Grunkle Ford who takes Billy away to study him, paranoid Bill somehow returned yet again.

Billy is frantic and confused, being in an entirely new reality is incredibly overwhelming and scary. He's also lonely and worrying, being away from his caregivers is intensely stressful and he is unable to go to them for help, comfort, or advice. Stanford is sadly not very nice at all to Billy, and sees him as a ruse by Bill to trick everyone into helping him... somehow.

Stanford and Stanley are both heavily against Billy and want him destroyed, Dipper wants him gone as well... but Mabel doesn't feel the same.

After awhile, Mabel becomes increasingly anxious over the scenario. She's worried that Billy isn't an actual threat, and starts wanting to help and understand him. Mabel is also feeling slightly guilty from kicking the kid. Meanwhile Dipper is frustrated and scared of Bill's potential return and fights against Mabel's various theories about Billy. One of Mabel's leading theories is that Billy is actually Bill's child, who just happened to show up at around the same time. She notes how young and confused he seems as evidence, alongside the obvious resemblance to Bill Cipher. Dipper thinks this is insane.

The two end up getting into an argument over the theory, leading to Mabel running out on Dipper because she's very upset over everything. It'd sorta go

Mabel would sort of start it, defensive, "He's just a baby, you guys can't do this to him without knowing it's Bill first!"

Dipper is frustrated "This is obviously a trick, Mabel! Bill is trying to trick us into... whatever this is!!" He'd probably waves his hands around, not sure what to do with himself.

Mabel is upset too, she wanted to defend the defenseless, "But what if he's not? What if he's just Bill's kid??"

"You'd take that chance?!" Dipper is very much done with this.

"... :(" Mabel doesn't really have a response. Because Mabel wants to say "YES!" but also she hates Bill too, and doesn't want him to hurt the people she cares about because of her again. So she'd probably get upset and just leave because this is VERY morally conflicting for her.

Later, Mabel decides to sneak into wherever Ford's lab is, and starts attempting to communicate with Billy. She draws and lets him draw too, but she does her best to be cautious. Mabel doesn't want to make a mistake and accidentally trust Bill again, she feels enough guilt for "starting Weirdmageddon" the first time (regardless of if its really her fault, regardless of how many times others reassure her).

(To note, Bill Cipher is still very much around, and very stuck in the Theraprism! I'd like to think he, at some point, found out about this "impostor" version of himself as a child through some doodle either Billy or Mabel made. He was probably flabbergasted and furious.)

Ford would eventually conclude this is probably not some evil plot by Bill, at least if it is, it's very convoluted and doesn't make too much sense for him to actually believe it.

Mabel eventually takes Billy home with her and Dipper because Ford can't handle being around Billy without acting very disturbed, and she can't in good conscious abandon the literal child. It also helps that she seems to be the only person Billy trusts at all.

Ford only allowed this with frequent visits and check ins.

To make this VERY long plot summary a bit shorter, what happens after this is general shenanigans a la the OG Gravity Falls show (minus the Bill Cipher drama, just fun hijinks and adventures)(there's still huge drama when it's discovered that Billy IS just Bill as a kid though, that sure won't end up deeply traumatic for any reason)!

But eventually, people grow up, people die, and Billy is left with an extinct world and alone, similar to his predecessor.

I don't think he'd turn out okay what so ever given he was ripped away from his home reality, got stuck in a place where he's hated by everyone, and raised by a family that was deeply traumatized by an alternative version of him so he's always eternally guilty for things he literally never did. Also, constantly not being able to interact with society, participate in things like school and being with people like him his age... yeah this kid isn't growing up stable I'm sorry.

Don't worry! After millions or billions of years, he ends up in the... exact same place as his counterpart. Good job Billy! Get better soon. Bill hates his ass so much.

That's all byyyyeee!

[knight-of-flowerss]

Nerd!Cregan brothers best friend type situation like Jace’s twin sister and obviously even in the au she’s the princess-esque type, rich family, cregan and jace she thinks are losers but like her and cregan actually make such a sweet couple like ugh him rambling about a game and she’s like babe i really dont give a fuck or understand but i love you so im listening (but really she’s just drooling over his bicep as he waves it around explaining some anime shit)

NERDS HAVE THE BIGGEST DICKS OKAY???

HEHEHEH YESSSS I LOVE NERDS OH MY GOD 😭🙏

Sorry but she's deffo his childhood bully💀 "dad, how did you meet mom?" "Oh, she would cut my hair and chase me and your uncle around with a knife when we were little.. hm.. good days.." and kids are like wtf- 😀🧍‍♀️

This is lowkey a brain dump of Nerd/Geek!Cregan, would love to write a more story like one but I just HAD to do a brain dump lmao

Also I have three different geeky things mentioned in here, 1 is Demon Slayer, 2 is Star Wars and 3 is a poem and if y'all can tell me what poem, I'll give you a lollipop or something or like a fic idk girl

MDNI 18+!!!

MASTERLIST

"So- Tanjiro and Nezuko are siblings, yeah? Their whole family gets killed by a demon and Nezuko gets turned into one! And there's these people- they're called demon slayers - they kill these demons and like protect everyone and-" At this point, you had zoned out. He was just sat there rambling on about Demon killer or Slayer demon or whatever the fuck it is.

Your loud smacks are heard through his yapping, the chewing gum becoming a weird, warm, melted texture in your mouth since it'd been there for so long.

Cregan was hot. So fucking hot. But goddamn, sometimes you had to tune him out.

Like, even during sex you have to shut him up.

You're actually surprised he isn't more quiet during sex. He's fucking his best friends little sister and all he can do is whine and moan. I mean, I think he got it from you though.

The first time you fucked him, it was his finals week. Non-stop revision for the overwhelmed nerd. Physics or chemistry or whatever confusing science shit he did - it had a specific name - fell on deaf ears.

You had asked him about it, to put his mind off of cumming too fast. Virgin. So he rambled on and on about endless science-y things, even getting so engrossed to the point that he had kind of forgotten that he had one of the hottest chicks in school bouncing on his cock like her life depended on it.

But his whines and moans were the best, literally music to your fucking ears. This was never supposed to happen. Never. He was this whiney little bitch boy that she's known since all three of them were in nappies.

You were there when he wet himself at Jenny D'Minco's sixth birthday party and everyone laughed at him, you included. You were there when he cried over the fact that you crumpled his favourite Pokémon card when he was eight. You were there when he busted his nose trying to impress a girl at the roller rink when she was sixteen and he was barely twelve.

You were even there the first time he came in his pants. 15 years old, surrounded by hot, older girls in bikinis at a pool party and one rubbed up on him? Yeah, he was a gonner before he even registered it.

Watching him grow up, seeing all the awkward shit that made him a 'nerd' and a 'geek', etc, should've given you the ick, it really should've. Especially since he was three years younger that you, but you're a nasty bitch deep down inside.

You lied to yourself. Telling yourself you didn't like him. That he was weird and an incel. But god, you'd be lying if you said that watching him jerk off in the bathroom sink when he thinks he's all alone in the house didn't turn you on to the fucking max.

But he had joined University. Left everyone behind. And so did your younger brother. He left a scrawny, whiney bitch that you wanted to jump the bones of but held yourself back, and came back a fucking man that could probably do curls with your full weight and not even break a sweat.

Safe to say, your panties didn't survive that one.

He had grown more confident over those few years too, truly finding himself at Uni. As if he wasn't himself already. But he just felt more comfortable in his own skin.

And back to where we began. Anime. Fucking anime. This man rambles about anime when he should be choking you out with his bicep as he fucks you from behind. But noooo, you're fuck buddies with the bloody BFG who refuses to hurt you.

After what seems like hours to you - it was really just three hours, I mean, how inconsiderate y'all, it ain't even that long 🙄 - he finally paid attention to you.

"And Anakin gets sent to protect Padmè in Naboo, which is obviously where they finally admit they love each other, until Padmè like- rejects him! To keep each other safe, but still!-" Your spit drools down his arm as his fingers delve into your warmth. It doesn't even seem to phase him, the fact that he's finger fucking you blind.

He has some YouTube video on in the background, showing the timeline of Anakin and Padmè and their love story, a Jedi and a former Queen turned Senator- God! You're actually learning some of this bullshit!

A high pitched moan escapes you before you can help it as his fingers find that one spot that makes your legs turn into jelly and your eyes roll back into your head.

And this fucker doesn't bat an eye.

"I think the way they had Padmè's funeral is so interesting- I mean, they literally posed her to still look pregnant, no one knew Luke and Leia were even born! They literally protected them from Anakin- Vader, since birth!" He gushes, grinning at the fact. He didn't find the fact that she was dead enjoyable or anything, he just appreciated the time and effort put into the fifth and sixth episode, the extra details making it so much better.

Cregan's gaze finally flicks down to you and his smile goes from wide and endearing to soft and affectionate. "Gods.. you look so beautiful right now sweet'eart.." Yep. That did it. Him looking into your eyes as he calls you "sweetheart" in that thick accent of his? Oh, you were a gonner before you even realised it.

With a loud whine, your thighs clamp around his arm, trembling slightly as you utter a soft "fuck.." under your breath. And then the part you love the most, his fucking whimpering.

No matter what you do together, no matter how loud or quiet you are, Cregan always has a reaction when you cum. Always. Whimpering and whining as his lip catches between his front teeth and his eyebrows furrow.

Also, don't get me STARTED on when you haven't seen him in a while and you're finally alone. Literally bones = jumped.

He weeps softly, tearing streaming down his face as his hips buck up, whimpers slipping from his lips involuntarily as you suck him off. Well, he always cried when you do. Probably one of the hottest things he does.

You're evil too, you don't even let him cum. Just leaving him high and dry until he finally musters up the courage to treat you how you oh so desire.

I mean, dominant Cregan groaning and moaning in your ear as he pounds into your cunt is fucking amazing and all but, riding him is just so much better.

His thick girth filled you up perfectly, each ridge catching on your gummy walls. "A-and.. the Duke kills the Duchess- well.. fuck- ah!.. He gets jealous and- shit!"

He gets so loud that you have to clamp your hand over his mouth, gripping his cheeks firmly as you ground your hips, teasing him just enough.

You love your geeky fuck buddy- I mean like! You like him.. but he's hotter when he can't shut up, drunk on your pussy.

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @cryinonthefloor553 @visenyablackwood @velaryyon

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

Rlly like ur yandere stuff. What are ur thoughts on Josh and Bill (specifically) fighting for the reader's love? They're the most toxic so it'd be interesting to think about.

Controlling You Makes Me Better

Summary: Yandere! Bill and Yandere! Josh fighting for readers love

TW/CW: Yandere tendencies, obsessive behavior, online stalking, online bullying, stalking, emotional abuse

A/N: You anon’s really want to die/POST

Reblogs are appreciated!

* The school would need to install a WWE ring if these two fought for the same person

* This time, it was Bill who fallen head first, though it wasn’t without challenges

* Probably thought you were just a normie in disguise. I mean, how else could you be “normal” AND have an interest in the nerdy stuff they dedicated their lives to

* Every time he saw you alone, he could feel himself getting aynersm

* You’ve infected him with your evil mind powers, dammit!

* He complain about this to the club cause “This could be a sign we’re going to be affected by THOSE people”

* Secretly, he keeps writing about you. It’s like he can only think about your name when he’s alone. His mom sometimes catches him curled up in his bed, just muttering your name

* Josh fell harder. He’s always been suspicious of you, but the moment you showed him kindness and actually briefly hear him talk about his interests, he was sold!

* He could spend hours upon hours writing you love letters. Plus, he’ll buy you the things you want and need (definitely didn’t break into your locker and found your interests that way)

* Cut to Pete and Jerry wondering where tf they went cause the club was over 30 minutes ago (they’re using the school computer to stalk your online profiles)

* Josh would drag Pete into this and try to convince him to stop Bill “from getting the one good thing in his life!”

* That would include making Pete into a “personal spy”.

* Can see Pete being more brave here since he really doesn’t give a fuck about Josh’s goal. He’d be pretty stiff while talking to you though, as Josh instructed him to ONLY ask for personal information about you, no expectations

* He’ll make Pete proofread his letters before stuffing them into your locker. Pete would make sure Josh makes said letters much more graphic than they need to be (mainly to fuck with him, but also see if you’re actually into shit like that)

* Bill uses Jerry for the online portion. At this point, Jerry knows Bill’s Greedo318, and definitely has another account to use 4chan and other lolcow sites for

* Bill’s mission? Make Josh the worst lolcow possible. He’s already one for the group, how hard could it be online?

* Forcing Jerry to spend hours into the night to find both information about you and Josh.

* He’s sleep deprived, but manages to find incriminating evidence against Josh (mostly about him getting into rage bait + obsessiveness of his favorite franchise. Jackpot

* Going under ANOTHER account, Bill would make consistent uploads of Josh’s activity and encourage online bullying/trolling of him to an extreme

* He’ll even get Jerry to do the same thing with the other half, and make it look as deplorable as possible.

* In real life, Bill would avoid you, as he doesn’t want you “to infect his mind more than it already has” (though he’ll stuff a collectible you’ve been looking at for a while)

* Can imagine Pete and Jerry complaining to each other how sick they are for working with the two of them, but ultimately still doing so out of fear + curiosity

* It’s getting overwhelming, having constant gifts and explicit love letters thrown your way. You may even want to get a new locker (don’t worry! A quick search in the school database will ensure they find your new location)

* Not to mention constantly being harassed by four nerds. You may want to consider moving schools (or states)

[kawhh]

need to be a whore today and there’s no one else i think would understand more than you:

Dark Quinn would tie you up, your out of it, he’s holding your face in his hands as he slowly trains your holes to take him

The actual giggle I let out at you saying I'd understand the most. I apologise for going a little off the rails, but you said you needed to be a whore so I ran with it.

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: oh boy, here we go. Results of drugging. Face slapping. Use of whore. Calling you a hole. He's basically bullying you. Restraints, choking, spitting in your mouth, hair pulling, finger fucking your mouth briefly, bad cock descriptions, brief clit slapping, no lube only spit, virgin or at least fairly untouched suggestion, bruising grip, penetration, face fucking, cumming in your throat.

1.8k words.

"Hey.. Hey sweetheart, look at me."

Your eyes half lidded, the room around you blurry. The sharp tap across your face bringing you out of it enough to murmur some nonsense, your brain and body feeling disconnected.

"There's my cute little whore.. look at you.."

You can barely make out his face that's hovering inches above you, whatever's running through your system making you feel slow and groggy. You can hear his piercing laugh every single time your mouth cooperates and makes a half assed attempt at questioning him.

Trying to get some distance from him, trying to lift your body away from the bed only to find resistance. Your mind setting off every alarm bell in your head, enough to make your eyes widen, tugging your limbs. They're fucking restrained. Your head thrashing from side to side in panic as you use every last bit of energy you have to look at your wrists and legs.

There's heavy, thick restraints on every single moveable part of your body. He's planned this. You can't break them, the panic overwhelming you as you realise you're fully stuck and still probably drugged with something.

There's locks on them, they're fully buckled around your skin, digging in enough to make you wince. He's given you your neck free. You can vaguely feel him straddling your waist, keeping that part of you still.

You can feel his intense stare on your face as you come around enough to fully understand your situation. It's worse that he's not saying anything and he knows it. You can feel him slowly grinding against your stomach, you can see the smirk growing on his face parallel with your fear.

"Starting to understand now, sweetheart?"

He's sliding his arms up your body, skimming your breasts until he reaches your neck, wrapping his hands tightly around, squeezing just enough to make you feel even dizzier, for the slight vision you have to darken around the edges, enough to make you thrash against the wrists restraints, scared he'll make you pass out.

Relaxing his grip as soon as you get close, sliding them up further to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks, skimming across your lips, pushing into your mouth, stretching your mouth open.

"Such a pretty hole to fuck."

He's leaning forward to spit in your mouth, watching as it gathers on your tongue before sliding down your throat, scrambling to move his hands back down to your neck to chase his saliva, needing to squeeze your throat as you swallow.

"Now, honey. Important question. Are you listening?"

He's tugging your hair harshly, forcing your head backwards, making your head nod, his eyes narrowing as even more tears escape your eyes.

"Do you want me to teach your mouth first?" He's releasing one of his hands from your hair to shove three of his fingers in your still slightly gaping mouth, forcing them down to reach your throat, tilting his head to the side as you gag around them, looking at you like you're a science experiment.

Thrusting them in and out for a few seconds like he's giving you a preview of what he'll do to your cunt.

"It'd make for such a tight, wet fuck. Look so pretty with your mouth stretched open."

When he thinks you've fully sampled the offer he's giving you, he's dragging his now wet hand down your body, painting your body with yours and his saliva mixed together until he forces his hand under your underwear.

You can feel the panic rising in your system again only now realising that you're mostly stripped. You weren't paying attention when you were trying to work out what happened earlier.

He's spanking your clit harshly to bring you out of your thoughts, unhappy with you not fully focusing on him. Firmly forcing the same wet fingers straight into your cunt. No lube. No prep. You need to be trained to take him whenever he wants after all.

He's unbothered by the way your face scrunches up at the burn and the stretch, focused on making you good for him.

"So what'll it be? Your mouth? Or your cunt. I'm taking both, I just figure you should have a choice."

You can't stop your face from flushing, feeling the heat before you fully understand your own reaction. Angry at yourself for finding this hot, angry at how you can feel yourself slightly clenching around his fingers. You know he knows. Know he can feel the sudden wetness around his digits.

"Guess that answers the question for you, huh?"

You're bucking against him with everything you have while he reaches for his belt, slowly unbuckling it like he's torturing you. His fingers playing with the loops on his jeans, tugging at the belt leather.

He's half crawling up you, resting just below your tits, reaching out to grab your face with one hand, playing with his zipper with the other.

"Need you to look at what's yours, sweetheart. This is for you too. I just can't have you getting sore after one round. You need to learn to take me."

Gulping loudly as he unzips, watching as he slowly drags his jeans and underwear down in one go, his weeping erect cock sending a fresh wave of panic through you at his size. How angry it looks. How thick veins trail all the way down him, how they wrap around him.

Even his head is bigger than anything you've ever had inside you. It looks like it'll tear you apart. You don't know how he'll fit inside you, still too groggy to voice your protests even though you know it wouldn't achieve anything.

He's dragging his cock down you while he scoots backwards, smacking the head against your clit before he's resting it against your opening.

"Now, I need you to not scream? Okay? We'll keep going until it doesn't hurt, until your cunt and mouth adapt, yeah? You need to be good for me. I don't care if it takes hours or even days."

He's spreading his thighs slightly, needing more room before he's reaching to grip your hips, his nails digging into your skin like a warning.

"Hold tight, baby."

He's pushing all his body weight against you, watching as his cock head fights against your entrance, how you aren't letting him in, grunting at the squeeze, at your tightness. It's like you're kissing his cock, it's adorable.

Every wiggle of his hips, every adjustment, every little thrust forces his head further in, stretching you further open. Getting him closer to his prize.

He knows you're too groggy to fully notice the pain, he isn't fully mean. But he's not taking this slow, already getting impatient at how long it's taking to breach you.

His thrusts grow heavier, gripping you tighter, growling as the head creeps forward, throwing his head back as it squeezes through fully.

His fingers leaving bruises on your hips as he pants, trying to control himself. Trying to pace himself. But fuck, your cunt is just perfection around him. Warmer than he thought. Tighter than he thought. Wetter than he thought. You're so fucking perfect and made for him, he could scream.

He's not sure if you're whimpering, screaming or crying. He feels drugged himself. He'd kill to be inside you every single day. To feel your perfection around him. His head thrown back as he slides further and further in, your cunt milking him.

He's gonna have to space the training out. He's already struggling not to cum and this wasn't even supposed to be about his pleasure. He just didn't expect you to feel even better than he expected.

All the nights he's jerked off waiting for you to be comfortable. All those nights he laid awake next to you resisting his urges. All of your underwear he's cum on. Every decision he's made to make you his has resulted in this.

He can feel every bump and every ridge inside you, can feel how he slams against your g-spot when his hips quicken. He can hear you wail. He can hear you beg for him to slow down. But he's lost. It's already easier to fuck into you. The glides smoother, you're soaking him more and more.

He'd love nothing more to cum inside you, but he can't. At least this time. He really does need to get your mouth used to his size. He has forever with you now, he has no practice or games for a few days. You're his. He can feed you in bed. Carry you to the bathroom. He can keep you on his cock for days.

In a slight move of mercy, he's pulling out of your cunt, fighting against your body as you try and drag him further in, to make him stay inside you.

"Be a good fucking whore and let me out..."

He's shaking at the restraint he's exercising to not just give in and slam in, dragging his cock out of you, watching as your hole gapes from the brutal attack. Harshly rubbing a few circles around your clit as a reward, sliding back up your body.

If you thought his cock was angry before, this is a whole different beast. He looks like he might burst. You swear even through your dazr that you can see it throbbing.

He's exhausted as he reaches your face, puffing and panting at the energy it took. Mentally patting himself on the back for holding back, for doing this right.

He's reaching up to hook your mouth again, stretching your mouth further. He doesn't have time to fuck about. You can't resist him when he's holding you open, his cock resting on your tongue before you can blink.

"One last thing sweetheart"

His cock sinking down until it reaches your throat, your mouth stretching impossibly wide as you struggle to deal with the size of him even with his help. You're gagging instantly, feeling like you're going to choke, but he keeps going.

"Breathe through your nose... that's my girl."

He's lazily fucking your mouth, not having the energy left to really ruin you. Every gag makes him throb. Every squirm edging him closer. Your cunt is perfect. Your mouth is perfect. Is there any inch of you that isn't perfect?

He can see the tears on your face clearly now, the pathetic look on your face. You're probably close to passing out. His body pushing against your nose, swirling his hips when he bottoms out in your throat, feeling your cheeks against his cock. You're so soft.

He's pulling out for a brief second before using the rest of his energy to slam into your mouth one last time, cum spurting from his head, painting your throat. He's reaching down to massage your throat to aid the cum.

"Swallow it all sweetheart.. good girl."

Resting his hands against the headboard, forcing all his weight down on you one last time to catch his breath before he's sliding out of his second favourite hole. Reaching down to slide his tongue in your mouth, swirling any excess cum around, pushing it down your throat.

"Give me a few minutes and we'll go again, yeah?"

[sleepynoons]

nagumo yoichi x gn!reader, sfw, not beta read

cw: slight suggestive content, explicit language

notes: wait if you catch several typos/grammar mistakes, that's not on me, that's on ellipsus for constantly glitching out today and preventing me from making edits. this is a drabble, too, and i don't proofread those oops. anyway, i thought it'd be funny if nagumo also got into a relationship the same way sakamoto and aoi got together. i also think it's hilarious that the npcs in this series don't give a fuck lol. nagumo also comes off as weird af at first LMAO wait this was kinda meant to satisfy my belief that nagumo has a sleeper build iykwim - wait i'm realizing there are several references + tidbits in this piece so it'd be funny if y'all catch anything hehe

"WELCOME!"

greeting customers is arguably the least rewarding thing about your job. most people who walk in ignore you, some even look annoyed, and you hate public speaking in the first place. you think you lose five minutes of your life every single time you raise your voice, and those five minutes have probably accumulated to years by now.

you sigh. it can't be helped. another part-timer recently quit, and you can't possibly let the manager of this convenience store, an elderly man in his 60s, take on additional night shifts when he's already handling the early mornings.

besides, there are some pros. since the store is located near a university and a residential area, there are familiar faces. there's a group of computer science students that often drop by, and they play the occasional harmless prank on you. there's also that mother-daughter pair that buys frozen taiyakis every saturday as a reward for the daughter for finishing her weekly violin lesson. and perhaps the most intriguing of them all is a man that pops by every three days around midnight.

he wears the same tan trench coat, along with a loose patterned button-up and black pants. before winter set in, he always went straight to the freezer to fish out a popsicle, bar already in his mouth as he walked over to pay, but in the past two weeks, he's been opting for a cup of hot coffee and small packets of candy instead.

it seems he's craving sour gummies today. with a swift swipe of your arm, you grab and scan the barcode on the back of the plastic bag, and type in the amount for his drink.

"your total's ¥600."

"no discounts for your most loyal customer?"

startled, you freeze, determined to avoid eye contact. you've had conversations with other customers before, but never with him. he's always left as quickly as he came, so you're caught off-guard by this unexpected interaction.

"u-uh, not this time, sorry. i can ask the manager if we have a loyalty program, if you want."

the man hums as he nods happily and hands you two ¥500 coins. his unbothered smile unnerves you a bit, so you count the difference and return the loose change in personal record time.

but he doesn't leave, and instead, asks, "any thoughts on getting hitched?"

your spit-take's almost comical, but the absurdity of the situation takes precedent. "w-what now?"

"one of my co-workers recently got married to a convenience store worker, so i'd thought i'd give it a try, too!"

you're practically shaking from how anxious and overwhelmed this person's making you feel. it doesn't help that he's clearly not disturbed at all, which almost makes you doubt your own ethics and gut instincts. but, the more you think about it, the more you're sure there's something wrong with this man and not you.

"i-i, uh, well, i'm not interested in-in getting married right now."

"oh, that's a shame! guess i'll try again tomorrow!”

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you wake up with a jolt, almost knocking the crown of your head into nagumo's chin. though, of course, there's no actual need to worry about that.

"hm, what's wrong?"

with a workbook on bayesian statistics in one hand, a pen resting on his ear, and his other arm folded behind his head, he looks down at you curiously. despite having just woken up, your head's never been clearer, and you sit up between his legs before looking behind your shoulder and shooting a glare at him.

you ask, "can i punch your face?"

nagumo laughs, probably already imagining your futile attempts. "sure! but can i ask why?"

"i dreamt about our first conversation, and it reminded me that you're kinda fucked up."

your boyfriend chuckles more, amused by your moral qualms. "you could say that."

the thought that your relationship is weird has never left you. you're (still) a simple convenience store cashier, and nagumo gets filthy rich by murdering people. you were never that interested in the world around you, having been too busy paying back student loans and applying to other jobs throughout your early adolescent years to care about other things, so when he told you about the JAA and the establishment of the assassin industry as a whole, you were shocked. but that's always as far down into the rabbit hole as you let yourself go.

from this view, with nagumo spread out before you, he doesn't look dangerous at all. if anything, he resembles a nerdy graduate student, thanks to his obvious passions for mathematics and reading. moreover, his short-sleeved t-shirt exposes his tattoo-riddled arms, and the bottom of it has ridden up, giving you a pleasurable view of his hip bones and happy trail. in fact, when the two of you got into bed together for the first time (don't ask how he succeeded in seducing you), you were surprised by his physique. his outside clothes certainly don't do his abs or biceps justice.

anyway, the point is, he looks like your fantasy of a dreamy, hot, geeky boyfriend, not your local professional hitman-for-hire.

you sigh. you're not going to punch his stupidly attractive face. you lie back down onto his chest, burrowing your nose into the crook of his neck. you do let yourself get away with a pinch to his cheek.

then, you mutter, "don't hurt me."

"i won't," he chirps.

nagumo presses the knuckles of his free hand into the knots around your shoulder blades and flips his book back open.

he knows you mean more than in the literal sense.

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

So I rewatched The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe today and I gotta say it's weird to me that people misunderstand Edmund and rag on him about getting taken in by the White Witch because it could have happened to any of the siblings.

In fact, Lucy does the exact same thing Edmund does when she first comes to Narnia. She trusts the first person she meets, goes to his house, eats his food and is put under a spell. Literally the only difference is that Tumnus regretted his actions because he wasn't evil. The White Witch had no regrets about how she manipulated Edmund, but the fact remains that she and Tumnus do the same things.

If Lucy had encountered the Witch the first time she was in Narnia, it would have been incredibly easy for the Witch to trick her, probably without even using enchanted food. Lucy was very willing to trust Tumnus until he actually told her he was kidnapping her. If the Witch had been charming with her and asked her to bring her siblings to Narnia Lucy would have tried, just like Edmund.

Susan wouldn't have been much harder, but she would definitely have required some sort of spell since she's so skeptical. But we know that, presented with the actual evidence that Narnia exists, Susan does accept it. From there it'd be fairly easy for the Witch to manipulate her by playing off how Susan's siblings don't like to listen to her logic even when she's right or has better ideas. I think Susan would also like the idea of being a queen and making her siblings listen to her.

Peter is a little harder, just because he's older and more cautious, but I think that it could be done. He has, honestly, the same vice as Edmund at the beginning. He's frustrated at the defiance his little brother is giving him and overwhelmed by the situation he's in. If the Witch could convince him that, when she made him king, his siblings would finally obey him, I think that he, like Edmund, would fall for it (especially if magic was involved in tricking him).

So, yeah, Edmund is just the kid who happens to get taken in by the Witch, but it could have been ANY of the siblings who betrayed the others. And that's the point. Edmund could be any of us- and at the same time, he is all of us. "For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." That is the point that Lewis is making with Edmund. It is so easy to let ourselves be deceived when we hear what we want to hear, because that road seems so much easier. But in the end it traps us and enslaves us, like Edmund was to the Witch, and there is only one who can pay the price for our betrayal.

[crusty-chronicles]

Revelations

Synopsis: It's no secret Kurama's soft on you. But when his demon form finally sees the light after hundreds of years, the fact only further cements itself.

It's surreal to think just a few weeks ago you were an ordinary high school student. A few weeks ago you had been completely oblivious to your best friend’s secret life. A few weeks ago, he'd been walking you home like he'd always done.

Talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Visiting his mother in the hospital before you took off to your job at some ramen place to earn a few extra bucks. A simple life it was.

Uneventful but peaceful.

Now here you were in some stuffy hotel, cheering on said best friend as he fought in a tournament. A demon tournament, if you may add. Where death was always a possibility and he and his friends were constantly fighting for their lives. One of which was the boyfriend of your boss’s daughter. And thank goodness she was or else you probably never would have known what was going on with Shuichi.

You never would have had a clue as to why he was suddenly absent from your life. Where he suddenly vanished to when the day before, he'd talked about having a ‘study date.’ How, now that his mother was better, it'd be nice to have a proper dinner between the three of you. Talks of the future, like you'd wake up and he'd be right there.

Turns out it was all a lie.

That first day you'd checked everywhere for him. It wasn't until you went to work that you met up with Keiko. Who was also suspicious of her boyfriend’s absence. The two men in question had seemingly vanished over night. And in your search for answers, you'd come across the sister of another guy who went missing.

Three in one day was no coincidence.

The common denominator? A blue haired woman who was apparently a grim reaper. A few threats from Shizuru had her spilling everything. How Shuichi, sweet dorky Shuichi, was a demon. And a prolific one at that. How all three of the boys, plus another demon, were forced to fight in this tournament. Or else they'd die along with everyone they cared about.

It made sense why they'd all left in the middle of night without a word. Why he left you without saying anything. You understood the circumstances, and you didn't hold it against him. You couldn't hold that against him. But… But you two told each other everything. Or at least you thought you did.

Which leads you to where you are now. Sitting anxiously across from Kurama the night before the semi finals. He'd already had one close call with death. You didn't think you could take it if he had another.

Kurama didn't like you being here as it was. Going as far as to scold you after his first match for following him. Seeing you cry after his fight with Touya didn't help your case either. You figured his concern was purely out of obligation. Not wanting to be responsible if you somehow got hurt.

Oblivious to the warm gazes directed at you when you weren't looking. The way he searched for you in the stands before every match. How he always offered you his hand when you'd go out. You were probably the only person he let get close enough to tend to his wounds.

It wasn't like he ever hid his soft spot for you. If anyone took the time to analyze his actions, it was easy to tell he cared quite a lot about you. More than a friend should.

“You're awfully quiet.” He spoke, snapping you from your thoughts.

“I'm just…” You didn't know how exactly to explain what you were feeling. To put your overwhelmed senses into words.

Truth was you were terrified. Terrified for Shuichi and terrified for his friends. You were terrified of waking up tomorrow and him not coming back to you.

“Worried.” you settled on.

He gave a thoughtful hum before scooting closer to you. You could feel the warmth radiating off of his skin. The sweet smell of roses accompanying it. Your relationship with the redhead had always been touchy. Never shying away from affection towards one another. So you hardly minded when he moved to cup your cheek. Guiding your gaze to meet his.

“We'll win. Just one more match until we're in the finals.”

So sure, he sounded so sure that you couldn't help but believe him. Emerald eyes filled with determination. You used to joke that he was hypnotizing you with them. So pretty that you couldn't focus on anything else except him. The theory seemed more plausible now that you knew he wasn't exactly human.

“And then we can go home,” he promised.

But you still had your doubts.

“Yeah? Yusuke and the ‘masked fighter’ still aren't back. And the enemies just keep getting stronger.”

The hurdles just keep getting bigger, and you didn't think the four of them could keep up anymore. Too much had been thrown at them.

“Can you really win like this?”

You could see the conflict brewing behind his eyes. Try as he might, Kurama could never hide his emotions from you. You knew the answer before he said it.

“We have to.” Careful, always so careful with his choice of words. Not promising you a for sure victory, but reaffirming what you already knew. You knew what he wanted to say…But you also knew he couldn't admit it. Not to you and not to himself.

The real answer- He doesn’t know.

“Tomorrow's a big day, let's get some rest.”

A sign the conversation had drawn to a close. You weren't in the mood to push anyways. So you followed him to his room. The both of you slipping into the same bed, with Shuichi's arms wrapping tightly around you. Most likely the last time he'd ever get to hold you.

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Tomorrow came far too soon. There was still no sign of Yusuke and the masked fighter, meaning the team would be at a complete disadvantage. If you had any semblance of martial arts training, you would have volunteered to take one of their places. Though truthfully you knew you wouldn't have been able to put up much of a fight.

You slipped into your own room to get ready, mentally preparing yourself for the day. Surprisingly, there was no one in the lobby waiting. You couldn't help but wonder where the girls were. Usually all of you went to the arena together. For safety purposes, of course. Perhaps they'd already made their way there? They didn't seem like the type to get up early, but maybe just this once they'd made the effort.

Apparently you were dead wrong.

You'd searched everywhere in the stands, testing your luck and even asking a few demons if they'd seen them. No luck. You were completely on your own. It didn't help that this new stadium was 10 times bigger than the old one. No one would even notice if something happened to you here.

You really only had two two options before the match started. You could stay here, surrounded by bloodthirsty demons who were starting to eye you with drool. Or you could go down to where Shuichi and his friends were, right in front of all the action and potentially get hurt.

It was a no brainer what you’d choose. Besides, he'd never let you get hurt on his watch. And you trusted the other two with your safety when it would be his turn to fight. You didn't think they would be cruel enough to leave you wide open for injury. Or at least, Kuwabara would do his best. He'd proven he had the most humanity during this tournament.

Yeah, you were much safer near the actual fights than you were surrounded by demons. Begrudgingly, you made your way down. Dodging a few swipes directed at you before jumping over the railing. Your actions quickly catching the attention of Koto, the cat announcer.

“And who is that making their way over to Team Urameshi! Could this be their alternate fighter? Or perhaps one of their lovers~”

You cursed her for drawing attention directly towards you. Already feeling all eyes on you as you approached.

“What are you doing here?” Kurama questioned. The other two looked expectantly at you for your answer.

“I have no idea where the girls are. And I don't think it's a good idea for me to be up in that stadium by myself.”

He gave a hum, about to usher you closer to him when someone beat him to the punch.

“Well I'll protect ya, so don't worry!” Kuwabara assured. Pulling you close by your shoulders in a way that had you laughing. Unawares of the subtle way Kurama's eyes had narrowed.

“Thank you. That's very sweet.”

“Don't mention it. Nothing gets past me, so I'll let you know when to duck and cover.”

“If that's the case, they're better off in the stadium,” Hiei commented.

“What did you say, shrimp!” Kuwabara released you to get in his face. The two of them continuing to bicker while you laughed.

Your gaze caught Shuichi's and you offered an amused grin.

“Your friends seem fun. Can't believe you didn't introduce me to them sooner.”

“They’re not exactly the type you bring up in passing. And I doubt you would've believed I was associated with them,” he answered, though there was some mirth in his eyes that let you know he was teasing.

“Excuse me, I'd like to get back to the semi-finals now,” Juri, the fish announcer this time, interrupted.

It once again reminded you just where you were. What could happen if any of Kurama and his friends slipped up. You shouldn't be joking around causing a distraction. Not when lives were at stake. His life. Your anxieties only worsened when the first round begun.

Sure Hiei had managed to beat his opponent in under five minutes. But the brief second he'd disappeared made your heart stop. Unconsciously moving yourself closer to Kurama.

The second match was much worse. The burly man in front of Hiei using his sword to cut his own arm. Explaining how once his body had been exposed to a specific pain, it wouldn't affect him the next time he was hurt. It was only a matter of time before the smaller demon ran out of options. With his sword broken and his spirit energy depleted, he took a gamble.

The conclusion of the fight had felt so sudden. So brutal. Kuro Momotaro had seemingly won, his teeth piercing into Hiei's shoulder. The aftermath was a fountain of blood spraying out.

You’d flinched away at the sight, trying your best to shut out the triumphant cheers of the stadium. Only for them to go quiet as Hiei shoved the body off of him. The shape shifting demon now in pieces on the floor. Hiei was okay. And as he continued to antagonize Kuwabara, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

It was easier to stomach the fights when you were with the girls. People who weren't desensitized to the carnage around them. Nobody had batted an eye down here. They all seemed used to it. Only further reminding you just how feeble and weak you were in their presence.

Hell, Hiei was practically begging for a round three despite his condition. The dice were brought out again, and you were praying to whatever God was up there it wouldn't land on Shuichi's name. You knew it wasn't fair. He needed to fight at some point. Judging by the determined expression on his face, he wanted to. But you didn't have a good feeling about this. You didn't want him to leave your side towards his potential death.

Please don't let it be him.

“Now fighting for Team Urameshi, Kurama. and for team Uraotogi, Uraurashima.”

Fuck.

You stood shakily next to Hiei and Kuwabara as Kurama stepped into the area. His opponent a young boy with a fishing pole. At least he looked easy to beat. It gave you momentary relief before both of them drew their weapons. Uraurashima’s fishing line clashing with Kurama's Rose Whip. Equally bouncing off of each other with no indication of one overpowering the other.

“They're evenly matched? Or is he not fighting for real?” You asked.

Hiei gave a bark of laughter at your observation.

“So you do know him well. Kurama's just fooling around. It's an obnoxious habit. He never creates his own strategy until he fully understands his opponent's.”

You were gonna strangle Shuichi when he was done fighting.

“Nice to know he over analyzes everything.”

You watched as they continued to have a stalemate. Though something had changed in Shuichi's expression. It was somber. Like he was contemplating something. Now was not the time for him to get distracted.

He let up on his assault along with his opponent. And right when he moved to haphazardly strike, Uraurashima dodged. Wrapping Kurama in his fishing line and pulling as hard as he could. Slicing into his skin.

You couldn't stop yourself from screaming out his name. Kuwabara instinctively pulling you behind him.

“Don't look, okay?”

Don't look? How could you not look. That was your best friend up there. No matter how badly you wanted to turn away, you couldn't. Looking on in horror as Uraurashima approached him. Surely Kurama had some other trick up his sleeve to protect himself?

But his eyes told you a different story. Frustration and anger. You don't think you've ever seen him mad before. He staggered on his feet, only for the onslaught to continue. It looked hopeless as he fled.

Your eyes widening with tears once he was cornered. There was nowhere to run. A forcefield in effect prevented him from doing so. His opponent presenting a box of some kind and opening it. Purple smoke poured out as he explained how it worked.

It would de-age Kurama. Turn him into a child where he couldn't defend himself. A cowards move. Only when the entire arena had been filled with smoke did your tears fall.

You were powerless to do anything. You couldn't help him even if you wanted to. Designated to nothing but a bystander in his fate. Your worst fear coming true.

It was silent for a moment. Complete silence as the Idun box worked its magic. Then all at once lightning struck. No, not lighting… it was a spike of spirit energy.

Your body shook as it tried to process the power around it. The force was almost strangling.

“Do you feel that, too?” Kuwabara asked before looking back at you. He visibly panicked seeing you struggle to breathe.

“Hiei! We need some help over here!”

The three eyed demon spared you a glance, giving an irritated huff as he pulled you towards him.

“Stand close to me. I should've known someone as weak as you wouldn't be able to withstand this much. Your body isn't used to this much spiritual pressure.”

He created a small barrier of his own energy around you. You took a few greedy gasps of air. Relieved to be able to breathe again. You offered a weak ‘Thanks.’ Still worried about what exactly was happening.

This power…Could it really have been Shuichi's? Or was it something else entirely? Was he even still alive?

“Where's all that weird energy coming from?” Kuwabara questioned.

Hiei only seemed to beam with pride.

“It's all Kurama. Down to the last drop.” He responded.

You wanted to start crying again. Your emotions all over the place. He was okay in there after all. Maybe he'd be able to find a way to win.

“But it feels different somehow, and a heck of a lot more powerful,” Kuwabara pointed out.

“That fool he's been fighting has turned him back into his demon form. Before he was tainted by you humans.” Hiei explained.

That caught your attention. A part of you defensive at his words.

“Tainted? It's not like we made him stay.” Like you'd ruined him with your presence.

“No, not directly. That doesn't change the fact you made him weaker. Soft.”

You wanted to question him about what he meant, but the sound of something crashing through the barrier stopped you. All at once the smoke started pouring out. The forcefield itself was destroyed. In a matter of seconds the arena was clear.

In its wake was a red demon with its neck pierced by a sword. Further away was….No. That couldn't be.

“Shuichi?”

You regretted calling out to him as soon as his name left your lips. The silver haired demon’s head snapped towards you. The pair of ears on his head seemed to twitch at your voice.

He was different, so very different from the man you knew. His demeanor felt cold. You briefly remembered what he used to be: a fox. If the ears and tail didn't already give it away. Wild and unpredictable. If your friend was in there, it sure didn't look like it.

You trembled at the intensity from his gaze. He made a gesture with his hand, as if reaching out before you felt the ground give way. You could feel yourself fall back, landing on something soft. You hardly processed yourself moving up until you were about ten feet off the ground. You realized then what you were on top of. A type of giant leaf was carrying you.

What the hell was going on? What was gonna happen to you?

You felt the leaf shift forward, and that was when you decided to call for help. For the one person who would probably know what to do.

"Hiei, help me!” You tried to reach down, but he backed away.

You let out a scream this time as the leaf rushed forward. Kuwabara tried to reach for you, but he was stopped by the three eyed demon.

“What gives!?!? Why aren't you helping them!?!”

“Fool. Don't interfere or you'll wind up dead.”

You couldn't hear them as you were pulled towards the other side of the area. Vaguely aware of Koto’s comments.

“Now this just took an interesting turn! The mystery fighter has taken interest in the human on the field! Is he perhaps looking for his next meal?”

You were at the edge of the arena shaking. It only worsened as who you assumed to be Yoko made his way towards you. Taking slow and meticulous steps. Like a predator stalking it's cornered prey.

Why you?

Why did it have to be you?

Why did you have to go and open your big fat mouth?

Maybe he wasn't satisfied with his previous fight. Wanting to take out whatever pent up aggression he had on you. A human who just so happened to be on the field. His expression hadn't changed once since he set his sights on you. Maybe he really was planning on eating you. It's not like it was against the rules.

He was halfway to you now. You could barely hear over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

“We'd really like to move on to the next match now, if you don't mind,” Juri said, now back to normal.

“Quiet.”

One word was all it took to have her trembling.

“Or not! Take your time.”

His voice sounded gruff. Harsher than any tone you'd heard him use. You knew Shuichi, or rather Kurama. The boy who used to give you flowers everyday after school until he got teased for it. The boy who loved his mother more than anything. The boy who you'd never known to like senseless violence. You knew he would never hurt you. Never dream of hurting you. But this…This was not him.

A quarter of the way there.

And then he was right in front of you.

This was Yoko. An infamous demon who’d committed heinous crimes. Far too many to count. Who could kill you with no more than a swipe of his hand. And he probably would. Sharp claws on the end of each fingertip. More than enough to finish you off.

You trembled on top of the giant leaf as his gaze pierced through you. His eyes didn't hold the same warmth as Shuichi's. The familiar emerald green replaced by a faded gold. They were cold. The color so light it held nothing but ice. You continued to shake in front of him. Hoping to catch a glimpse of your best friend.

“Do you fear me, sweetling?” He spoke at last.

Your words were stuck in your throat. Unable to answer him. Fearing what would happen if you didn't.

His hand started to extend out towards you. You'd flinched and closed your eyes at the sudden movement. Expecting the worst. This was it. He was gonna slash your throat. You braced yourself for the inevitable pain…but it never came.

Instead, he'd cupped your cheek. His thumb swiping away a stray tear. An action reminiscent of Shuichi. Your Shuichi.

“You shouldn't. Open your eyes and look at me.”

You could feel your trembling ease up. Was this a game? If it was, should you play along? You didn't know what to think at the moment. If you should relax in his presence or run. But there was something about the way he was cradling your face. It was gentle. So against your better judgment, you opened your eyes. Taking a deep breath as he guided your face up.

You looked into his golden irises in search of your best friend. They weren't as cold this time. Flecks of the emerald you were used to. The softness he looked at you with had returned. Or maybe it had never really left. Your shaking had stopped completely.

“Shuichi?” you called out once more. And this time he'd smiled at you. Somehow managing to get closer into your space. But you couldn't say you minded much. Your relationship had always been touchy.

“We are one in the same. Though it's a shame he hasn't staked his claim on you yet. I will not forgo the opportunity should we meet again.”

Your face scrunched in confusion at his words. Temporary moving out of his grasp.

“What do mean stake his claim?”

His expression turned amused at your question.

“Isn't it obvious? You're ours. Our precious little mate. Shuichi is hesitant to act on his feelings. But I am not.”

You felt the leaf shift down. Letting Yoko once again cup your face. This time guiding you to bump your forehead against his.

“I am yours devotedly until the end of time.”

You could feel your face burning with embarrassment. This whole time he'd liked you. Even in his purest form he was in love with you. Why had you been so scared of losing him?

Because you'd loved him too.

“Do my ears deceive me!?!? He's actually flirting with the human!?!? Well there goes my weekend.”

But this wasn't the place for that. He couldn't be distracted by you here. There was too much at stake. Maybe when this whole tournament was over, you could properly explore these feelings.

He was leaning closer to you.

Would you turn him away if he kissed you now?

You decided the tournament committee could shove it as his lips brushed over yours.

But before they could press down fully, a heavy fog engulfed him. He'd backed away from you. The silhouette of a fox appearing for a brief second. Then it vanished, into a ray of light with one last thing to say.

“Until we meet again, sweetling.”

The light had been so blinding, you had no choice but to look away. When the dust had settled, in front of you was a familiar redhead. His tail and ears completely gone. He'd retained his previous injuries. But other than that, he was fine. He stood in front of you with an unreadable expression.

“Are you kidding me!?!? After all that we didn't even get a proper kiss!!!! Where's the entertainment in that!?!”

All at once his face went red. He was almost never flustered. Then again, his feelings were just aired out to the entire stadium. Your relationship was aired out. You knew he was a private person, so this must've felt humiliating. The cooing from the audience sure as hell didn't help.

He scooped you off of the giant leaf without a word. Surprising you with how easily he picked you up. Clutching you close to him as he made his way off the arena. His face was burning, matching your expression.

“My apologies.” he said quietly.

You could do nothing but put your head between his neck and shoulder. Wanting to hide yourself from everyone's prying eyes.

“It's okay. I didn't mind. I mean, at first you scared me. But once I saw it was really you..” you trailed off.

There was a brief silence before Shuichi spoke again.

“You reciprocated Yoko’s advancements.”

“I reciprocated your advancements.” Because they were one in the same. Although it was a little amusing to see him get jealous of himself.

“I would've let you kiss me too.” you added.

He'd finally reached the end of the area and jumped down with you still in his arms.

“I plan making good on that promise once we finish up here.”

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Me writing this: There's no need for exposition, you can just get to the main plot!"

Also me: THE ROMANCE NEEDS TO BE BELIEVABLE 😫😫😫

Also- WHY DID I MAKE THIS SO LONG 😭

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 | 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

Headcanons on how your first kiss would go with different RE men

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characters: Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy

gender: gn! reader

cw: FLUFF // first kiss :3 // ktober

a/n: guys this is my first non-nsfw post can you believe it

𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖘 𝕺𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖗𝖆 (re3r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you. Although, in most scenarios, it's probably going to be Carlos who initiates your first kiss -- he's a very forward guy

Taste?

His breath isn't awful, although it's not minty either. Very neutral?

I feel like if it was planned beforehand, and he knew he was going to kiss you, he might have chewed some gum? Or at the very least used mouthwash, flossed, scraped his tongue, etc.

He also strikes me as very spur-of-the-moment though, so I feel like in most situations there would be no planning and he'd just go for it. (fuck it, we ball!)

Is there tongue?

...maybe.

No, yeah, this dude would try using tongue on the first kiss LMAO

He'd ease into it though! It wouldn't be straight away.

I don't think it'd be bad if he did, either??? I feel like he'd know what he was doing and it wouldn't be like. AWFUL.

Are they touchy?

YEAAAAAAH !!!!!

You got boobs? They're gonna get squeezed. You got an ass? It's being rubbed. You got arms? They're getting grabbed. You got legs? Already around his hips--

ahem. Conclusion? Yes.

Is it good?

I'd say a first kiss with Carlos, or any kiss with the man at all, would be like an 8 or 9/10. He'd give you the best first kiss out of the other RE men on this list (although, if Ethan Winters were included, he'd easily take that spot. bro's got that supernatural mold-man rizz, or something?)

𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖊𝖉𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖑𝖉 (re: death island)

Who initiates?

Probably you, if it's the movie renditions of Chris. I feel like he'd be waaay more reluctant to suck face as compared to his given re5/re6 personality. Although if there were a bit of teasing and build-up, I could see him getting frustrated and kissing you first.

Taste?

Most likely pretty average breath. I don't think he would really prepare for the kiss if he did know it was coming, though

Not because he doesn't care, but because it just isn't on his mind. I don't think he would think things that far out tbh

He might realize afterward though that his breath could've been STANK. I feel like he would ask and be briefly apologetic over the matter before moving on, and that'd be that

Is there tongue?

No. In fact, I think that if you were to use tongue, he'd probably be shocked and say something about it afterward

Chris probably wouldn't really know how to use his tongue well, either. I feel like he'd just get confused and overwhelmed and go back to kissing you in a regular fashion

Are they touchy?

Semi. I don't think he'd be grabby or overly passionate, but I can see him placing his hands somewhere, like on your hips or arms

Is it good?

Yeah, it'd be a good kiss. Maybe like a 7 or 8/10. Not anything to write home about, but it'd be nice. Just a very regular, low-key interaction

𝕷𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾. 𝕶𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉𝖞 (re2r)

Who initiates?

Either one of you, honestly. If he's the one to initiate the kiss, I can see him planning it beforehand -- it wouldn't be a spur-of-the-moment type deal

I'd also like to note, that he'd probably study up on how to kiss you, LOL. Maybe through Google searches or by watching action movies with romance in them?

Taste?

If he's the initiator and it's been planned -- he's probably going to have a slightly minty taste. Bro is gonna come prepared

HOWEVER. If you're the initiator, you're getting what you get, pal. I feel like he's the type of dude to eat really pungent meals too, like onion-y, garlic-y stuff. Therefore, if this is the case -- good luck, brother

Is there tongue?

No tongue. He'd prefer to share a more gentle, slow kiss for your first.

Again, if you slipped him some tongue, I think he'd be a little taken aback. I don't think he'd say anything, though -- he'd probably just try his best to follow along (although I don't think he'd be very good at it -- I'M SO SORRY FELLOW LEON STANS PLS DON'T COME FOR ME)

Are they touchy?

Not unless you got touchy with him first. And even then, I think he'd be a little hesitant and/or clumsy about it.

You'd probably send him into a mini-panic, tbh. He'd pull through, though.

Is it good?

Depends. On. The. Breath.

If you caught him off guard and he ate some kinda garlic-y pasta or chicken recipe earlier in the day, well...I'm praying for you, buddy. Hard 5/10.

If he's got good breath, then I'd say a solid 7/10. I feel like your first few kisses would be pretty normal, and then as time goes on, he'd work his way up to like an 8 or 9/10 on average -- he'd learn quickly what you like and don't like :P

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[jungwondazed]

18+ only / jungwon jealous mutual masturbation

a/n: i am not a big fan of this piece, didn't revise too much and wrote it all in one sitting

the walk back to the apartment was a bit more awkward than usual. he still kept his hand on your lower back, he still opened the car door for you, and he still guided you down the hallway. but he was quiet, far too quiet.

even the way he sat on the opposite end of the couch made you wary that jungwon wasn't how he was when you both left to go out tonight, something was off.

you cleared your throat while he was lost in thought, staring far too hard at his hand, and he looked up with a slight raise of his brows. his face was tinted pink from the wine and you thought he was cuter than ever. if things were how they normally were, you would've kissed him all over his face.

he was jealous. he had to have been. otherwise it wouldn't have been this way, it's never this way.

on the small sofa of your living room, he had you spread apart with your clothes scattered all over the floor.

"touch yourself for me," he breathed out, sitting fully clothed on the small rocking chair across from you.

it was mortifying, to be completely undressed. and not to mention the vulgar position he had you in.

"please," you weakly whimper out, confused at what you were even pleading for.

"come on, show me" he was red, a few shades deeper than what he looked like when you first noticed the alcoholic flush.

he slowly unbuttoned his pants, rubbing himself through his briefs and you squirmed at how intimate this was even if he wasn't touching you at all.

maybe it was the way the waiter was eyeing you, or worse, how you responded. you had a problem with not recognizing people's advances, which resulted in you unintentionally giving your attention away. but you were just being polite, you were always this way. although, if it was jungwon and a waitress in that exact situation, you could see why an exchange like that would have anybody riled up.

he was pumping himself now, a look of lust behind his dark eyes. and you were two fingers deep following the pace of his hand.

"not enough," you whine out, and he chuckles softly seeing your dissatisfaction at your own fingers.

he cups his hand to run over the tip of his penis over and over, grunting at the sensitive sensation. his eyes close gently, as if the pleasure was overwhelming, and you were quite irritated with how good he probably felt.

"put another one in," he demands, to which you shake your head, it'd be far too much if you had three. you couldn't take it. two wasn't enough, three was too much.

"trust me, just do what i say." his mouth was slightly open, barely able to get his own words out. he was gorgeous while masturbating, the fall and rise of his chest, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and the way you could note all of the small crevices that formed on his face when aroused. he looked good, he looked really good.

you stick another finger in, wincing at the stretch because you never fingered yourself anymore. you notice him pausing his movements to gaze at you, an expression of fascination. he's beyond turned on, you see it in the way he looks at you.

your fingers pump in and out of , slow at first, and then faster. this does feel good, doesn't it? is this what you wanted jungwon? you wanted to get close, so close you could cum all over your hand and rub it in his face that you're more than capable of this too.

"curl your fingers for me, ___. curl them" he pumps himself from the base to the tip, quick and hard. he's close too. his groans and grunts are weaker and not as composed.

you curl your fingers, hitting that spot that always brings you to your orgasm and you cum as jungwon strokes himself once more, his own semen shooting out of his tip. you fuck yourself through your orgasm as he keeps stroking, heavily breathing through his lips and gripping at the armrest.

long minutes later does he get up out of his seat to sit besides you, leaning in to kiss your jaw and down to your neck. he always kisses you in these places, before moving to your lips. the kisses are hard, like he had a purpose all along.

you pull back to catch your breath, brows furrowed at his glowy face and half-closed eyes. he looked pleasant like he was enjoying himself.

"what was all this for?" you ask him, nearly out of breath post orgasm and mid make out session.

he leans back in to resume the kiss, ignoring your question, pulling you on top of him to guide you down his length. he wanted you now. he wanted you in this way.

[strawwbyy]

۶ৎ Material Girl ۶ৎ

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ TAGS: Porn with some plot, f!reader, kinda rough, messing around on the job, not proofread.

Being in Hell was very nice, you were able to live comfortably without working thanks to all the devils' kindness. However, after sometime, being showered with everything started becoming slightly boring. Strangely, it felt as though you were wasting your time in some way. So, you decided to get a small job to keep yourself busy when you had nothing to do. What's the harm?

After thinking about some options, you decided to settle for a bartender job. Gehenna was full of bars after all, and the job wasn't too hard. Plus, you had the chance to run into the devils you knew best who often visited pubs, for example, Satan. It didn't take long for you to get hired. The first bar owner you talked to was practically jumping at the idea of having you as an employee. It'd be great for bussiness, but also because he liked you, like every other devil.

The first day, you walked in a bit nervous. Your shift started at midnight, but you came in early to get ready without too many people around. You talked to the owner, and he handed you your uniform in a silk bag. You didn't really think you were gonna use one, and now you feel a bit silly for taking so long planning your outfit, but alas. You walked into the changing room, opened the bag, and your breath hitched for a moment. The uniform was… scandalous. It gave a bit of an office siren vibe, with a tight button-up shirt (lacking enough buttons to not cover your cleavage) and a short, tight pencil skirt that hugged your thighs and ass perfectly (how did this guy even know your size?). The outfit you picked for yourself included sheer dark stockings, so you decided to leave those in for a bit more seduction. You were nervous, yeah, but that didn't mean you were gonna chicken out!

Once you were dressed, you took a deep breath and walked out to the bar. Your heart was beating fast at first, but after half an hour of chit-chatting with demons and serving simple drinks, you were feeling refreshed and locked in. The demons that visited were surprised and eager, their eyes sparkling with joy once they noticed you on the other side of the bar. Unbeknownst to you, they all seemed to agree to ask you for easy to make drinks, making the job be pretty much a breeze. Halfway through your shift, you noticed two familiar faces walk into the bar: Sitri and Satan.

You had decided to skip over your little time-spending adventure when Satan asked what you were doing that day, and the owner of the bar didn't announce that you were working that day to avoid overwhelming you with too many customers, so imagine the surprise on his face when he saw you. Sitri smiled, kind as always, and sat down in front of you, greeting you. Satan followed, sitting besides him and just… staring. Hard. You felt yourself shake a bit, his gaze being more intense than usual. Was he mad? No, that can't be. There's no reason for him to be angry over this, right?

You decide to ignore him for now. It was nice to have company anyways, he was probably just surprised. So, you focused on talking to Sitri as you served him a cold drink, laughing together with the other devils who joined into your conversation.

An hour went by. Your shift was nearing it's end, and Satan was still like that. He wasn't sulking, he was laughing along with the other devils and throwing some silly comment here and there, but his eyes never left you. Ocasionally you had to turn your back to them and focuse on the other people walking into the pub, running back and forth to the back to get more drinks, snacks or add-ons when they ran out. Your mind was occupied, you really didn't want to focus too much on Satans strange attitude.

With how distracted you were, you didn't notice the way Satans red eyes narrowed, darkening into a deep red whenever you turned around and swayed your hips to the beat of the jazz blasting from the bar's speakers, the tight pencil skirt clinging to your ass like you were teasing him on purpose, or the way his jaw tightened whenever you leaned down to get something from under the bar, your boobs peaking out through the deep cleavage of your dress shirt. You looked wonderful, ready and sultry for him in your slutty uniform, your features more beautiful than usual under the lights and shadows of the dimly lit pub.

Another hour goes by, and you start saying goodbye to everyone. Almost all the customers are gone, except for Satan and Sitri, and some other devils who are far too drunk to know what time it is. You're a bit worried, but the owner said he'll take care of them. Finally being alone with your usual circle, you grab a chair to bring to your side of the bar and sit with Satan and Sitri. You stretch and sigh, and Sitri clears his throat and blushes when your breasts jiggle slightly. You're more calm now that your shift is almost done and you can unwind, but you really can't relax when Satans eyes are even more piercing than when he first came in. He's got a hand on the bar, tapping his fingers against the wood in a fast pace, and he's got both you and Sitri a bit tense with how heavy his presence is right now. After looking at you a bit more, taking in how seductive you look, Sitri excuses himself and steps out of the bar, and with the owner occupied with the drunkards outside, now it's only you and Satan.

So, you're sat awkwardly with your hands in your lap, avoiding his eyes. Now that you're alone, you feel a bit shy and overwhelmed by him. He's being more intense than usual, but it's even worse because he's not talking at all. He just creepily stares into your soul, and now without distractions you're picking up on how he stares at other places as well, shamelessly so. You start to feel your body heat up slightly, your nervousness giving way to that familiar warmthness that you feel around Satan when it's only the two of you. You look at him for a second, and you feel yourself burn and melt under his firey expression. His frows furrowed, lips sealed tight and shaking upwards like a dogs, and his red eyes almost glowy under the light, darkened with something primal. You feel a sudden tingle between your legs, and before your thighs can press against each other with need, you blink and get up. You can't be doing this sort of stuff in the job! Especially not on your first ever shift. So, you excuse yourself for a moment, and rush to the back of the bar to breathe and calm yourself down.

You grip onto a table on the staff-only area, sighing and cursing yourself out for being like this. But, it's fine. You managed to run from the temptations of the flesh. The rich, muscular, pale flesh sitting on the bar, clearly wanting and filled with desire... Your thoughts get mixed up again. You curse yourself out once more, but you're not alone with yourself for long.

You don't even hear the loud screeching of the old door before you feel two big, cold hands grab at your hips. You yelp in surprise, straightening up and hitting the back of your head against Satans firm chest. You look up at him, and you see him already looking down at you with a hungry expression. He looks better than before, his eyes still burning with desire, but he's smiling now. A big, playful smirk that shows off his sharp fangs. His hands paw roughly at the pudge in your waist and hips. "Walking around in this fuckin' outfit... Showing off to everyone, you doin' this on purpose?" He growls in your ear, his voice lower than usual and raspy with impatience. One of his hands moves to grab a fistful of your ass, squeezing it roughly through the pencil skirt, lifting it slightly in the process. The other one enters your shirt through the cleavage, ripping the buttons open in a single movement to free your tits to the cold air inside the staff room. Your nipples perk up from the hot and cold feeling of the night breeze biting into your skin and the growing arousal from within your body, and Satan chuckles at the sight. He roughly turns you around, grabbing you and placing you on the table. "You've been teasin' me all night with this slutty skirt. You think I didn't notice how you moved your pretty ass around for me?" …Alright, maaybe the complete ditzy innocent act from before wasn't true. Maaaybe you were swinging your hips more than before Satan walked into the bar. Just Maaaybe you didn't have to bend down so much to reach for the lemon slices under the bar. But, he doesn't have to know that (he already does). But, that's not important anymore. Whatever embarrassment you could've felt from being caught in your little act washed away instantly when Satan grabbed onto your perky nipples, pulling and squeezing to hear your moans. You tried to hold back the sounds, you really did. You're already doing this at work, the least you could do was try to keep a speck of decorum and be silent, but keeping your noises in was getting trickier the more Satan touched you. You felt yourself drip through the lace of your panties, your thighs sticky as they pressed together when Satan slipped a free hand between your legs to play with your pussy. You let out shaky sighs and muffled whimpers, biting your lip to the point of almost bleeding. Satan chuckled at this, kissing you harshly and slipping his tongue into your mouth, eating up your moans and biting your lip to lick at the cherry red blood.

You felt like you were gonna cum just from Satan playing with you like this. One of his hands continued to play with your sensitive chest, while the other pulled your panties down. He looked at you dead in the eyes, giving the wet patch a lick. You felt your whole body ring with electricity at his lewdness, overwhelmed with arousal. Satan couldn't be more happy seeing your expression, needy and pathetic just like he liked. He slipped his fingers in your gooey pussy, playing around with the wetness and you felt your ears burn at the loud squelching coming from between your legs. Your moans started to slip more shamelessly as you forget the situation you're in, your head filled with nothing but Satan, your orgasm building up. He slips two fingers into your pussy, sliding them inside with ease from how wet you were. Your thighs shook shamelessly, your eyes crossing as he started attacking your most sensitive spot with the curling of his thick fingers. You whimper, your tits shaking along with your entire body and Satan feels he could cum just from the sight of you being so debauched. Drool slipping from your mouth, your eyes unfocused and your entire face flushed, nipples perky and red, your thighs shaking and of course, your pussy pulsating and glistening under his rough touch, sweet syrup dripping from it non-stop. He growls low, speeding up his movements to see you come undone. You gasp, your thighs closing in on his hand, your hips riding upwards to chase the friction of his fingers against your insides, and before you know it you're throwing your head back with a loud moan, cumming abruptly. Your jaw opens, more drool oozing out. Your brain is pretty much fried already, the only thing that your eyes can see is the shiny white of his hair and his glowing red eyes, the sight blurry behind tears of pleasure.

Satan isn't done, though. He takes his fingers out slowly, parting your thighs with his other hand to admire the sight of a string of gooey cum stick to them, breaking off when he lifts them to lick it off. He groans at the taste, slapping your thigh to bring you back to reality. You moan at this, blinking the tears away to see him better, your thighs parting subconsciously for him. He makes quick work of his belt, fumbling with it for a bit before pulling his pants down to free his hard cock. He gives it a few pumps, hissing from how sensitive he is by now, before slapping the tip against your clit. You whimper and yelp, your hips shaking and leaning away from the overstimulation. Satan chuckles, grabbing your waist roughly and yanking your lower body towards him. You slip, falling onto the table. You lay there, breathing heavily and looking down at Satans dick as he starts to enter you. You moan, hissing at the stretch, but he doesn't give you much time to relax before he picks up the pace.

You really, really can't hold your sounds in now even if you wanted. They're being practically punched out of you by Satan, as he drives his cock in and out of you at a quick pace instantly. He groans and moans low, looking at the way your tits shake along with his thrusts and taking in your fucked-out expression, eyes crossed and tears brimming at the corners. He grabs your thighs harshly, leaning down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before giving it a playful bite. In your daze, you groan, cursing him out for biting you. He laughs, smirking like a maniac, a true demon. He slaps your thigh, making you yelp at the deafening sound. If anyone were to pass by the staff room, they would hear the sounds of Satan spanking you, slobbering on your tits, and of course the nasty wet sounds of your pussy gushing around his dick and the skin slapping against skin when he thrusts in and out of you. Your fingers curl, legs stretching towards his shoulders as you moan, cumming for a second time, your moans turning into high-pitched screams because he just won't stop.

It seems you're in for some extra hours.

Strawby here :3 i wanted to write something for gehenna. i know its kinda random but i hope you like it this new apothecary diaries theme i did got me feeling like shakespare. anyways, enjoy!