#nice bush💋

[konigslittleliebling]

you are literally the best cod writer on this app. hands down. I was wondering if you could write simon and reader getting a noise complaint the morning after he literally makes dents in the wall from the headboard slamming, reader whining, you choose the rest. your writing is literally art 💋

EHEH ARE YOU SERIOUS 🥹🥹 squealing, blushing, kicking my feet 🤭🌷

MDNI. flashbacks of rough sex, sexual language !!

you couldn’t help the butterflies that ricocheted off the walls of your stomach when your husband shot a coy smirk over his shoulder at you. the feds were at the door — clipboard in hand. “sir, we received several noise complaints throughout the night and into the early hours of this morning. . .”

oh.

‘ungh~ tha’sit, lovie.” he croaked against the shell of your ear — the moist, matted foliage of his pelvic bush kissing your swollen clit with ever piston of his drilling hips against yours. “missed ya s’much, darlin.” his voice, husk and dry, reverberated against your sweat-damp temple where gentle pecks left affectionate stamps in their wake. “feel so good squeezin me like that, mmf~”

“oh yeah?” your husband responds, feigning oblivion. “y’sure they was complainin ‘bout us, lads?” they nod at that, peering past the hunk of your husband to acknowledge your smaller self. “yes, sir. said it wasn’t the first time.” they look back to simon, dragging their eyes up his six-foot-something bulk. “apparently this happens whenever you come home.”

“that so?” simon irks them, his pride potent in his tone and stature. “what’d they tell ya?”

“missed you, si!” you whined, nails raking down the taut flesh of his expansive back. “so big!” you complemented, eyes performing somersaults within their sockets. “so good!” and it was. your husband’s thick cock had never felt better; solid pudge rocking into the soft slope of your now no-doubt pregnant stomach whilst his girthy prick went to town on your innards. you mewled, slender digits clawing the memento of that night into his muscular body as his vigorous movements bashed the headboard into the wall behind.

“your neighbours heard a loud ‘banging’ from about dinner time onwards, mister riley.” one officer informs him. “yeah, and what sounded like screaming up until 4 the ‘morrow.” the other adds. you know your husband’s ego just grew ten sizes bigger, his dick likely swelling also. “really?” simon humours them, smirk blatantly present as he says so. you giggle, hand flying to cover your mouth as an embarrassed flush taints your cheeks a raw maroon.

“s-simon! the wall!” you cried, wept. blissful tears poured from your hooded eyes as you craned your neck backward — the paint on the wall crumbling as the metal frame of your headboard collided with it with each of his aggressive thrusts. “leave it.” he grunted, fucking into your exhausted pussy with increased force. “let the whole fuckin’ house tumble down.” hissed into your gaping mouth; tongues tangling and saliva accumulating. “let everyone know who’s fuckin’ you dumb like this, yeah? makin you scream ‘til you cum nice an’ hard.” and you did — milking his fat prick dry as a ring of cream slickened around his hairy base. “cum on this cock, love”

“just thought we better have a look ‘round, if you’s don’t mind.”

simon looks back to where you’re watching with a blush. “not at all, officers.” he winks, to which the heat that blushes your flustered face dives southbound to narrow on your throbbing cunt. “c’mon in.” and of course he directs them upstairs first.

“you can do it, sweet’art.” he groaned into your moaning mouth. “let ‘em hear ya.” his pace picked up, inflated balls bouncing off the underside of your upturned arse as he hammered his heavy cock against the roof of your bruised cervix. “let ‘em know who’s home.” your eyes rattled until their whites were visible, pupils rolling back to stare your brain down when his weeping cockhead bumped into your cunt’s velvety roof — pre-cum mingling with the cream of your impending climax. “that’s it, love. hug me nice and tight.” you let out a strangled squeal at his words, voice breaking whilst he battered your smaller frame into the creaking mattress. the bed frame shook, swaying back and forth in tandem with his zealous rhythm. “gonna wake the neighbours.” you slurred through spit-covered lips — red and puckered. “good.” simon retorted, muffled by the slaps of skin ploughing skin.

“how did this happen?” one of the cops asks, gesturing to where the wall has eroded. the plaster beneath reveals exposed brick where next door attaches to the structure of your abode, loose wiring and pipes hanging down. the headboard is dented, the paint from it now transferred onto what remains of the wall behind. “wear ‘n tear.” simon shrugs, slinging a lazy arm around your shoulders. you lean into him, legs still aching from last night. “besides.” he adds, slyly pinching your backside. “was happy to see the missus.”

[simplyvalinor]

The consorts and their random physical features

because Voltage just copy-pastes when making their CGs, and that’s not what they actually look like. They are not all the same.

Rio

gets the most delightful patch of sun freckles across his cheeks. No matter how potent the sunscreen Thoma creates, it never make a lick of difference. He’s always reddening like a damn strawberry from all that garden and outdoor sword training. Definitely has the most wicked tan lines.

Lynt

The kind of skinny that is lowkey concerning.

Tino assures MC that he gets the precise amount of calories and nutrients he needs in a day. But bros hipbones???? Lethal. The hanky-panky gets downright painful if he gets too rough.

Tino

Tino isn’t just muscular he’s got those veiny, strong hands and thick fingers too. Watching him knead bread is a privilege. But he gets scrapes and bruises easily. MC spots a gnarly scrape on his forearm and immediately panics like omg tino are you okay???? Tino is like ☺️not to worry i just brushed against a cabinet earlier all is well☺️

oh ok…

It comes in handy with MC though. He likes seeing the bruises on his skin the next day. It makes him feel closer to her.

Roy

is the Saligian equivalent of a ginger in my mind. Argue with the wall. His face? Deceptively clear. You undress him and woah pinkish hued freckles EVERYWHERE.

Grayson

Calloused. Hands. Broad shoulders. Scarred from his days in the guard.

At events, in walks Roy and Sherry….oh! And there is their buff valet towering behind them all serious and straight faces. Don’t worry guys he’s a gentle and shy man 🥰🥰🥰

You just know those bitchy nobles talk shit about his lack of “delicate” touch meanwhile he’s exceptional at his job and valet duties actually require you to be in incredible shape.

Toa

Toa has long fingers. Okay, Mr. Monkey Fingers, lemme suck them.

Oh and he has terrible circulation, with veins so prominent they map his whole body. His toes and fingertips are practically purple. No wonder he’s always cold. Poor guy.

GET HIM A BLANKET, STAT.

Knight

The cutest wonky smile. The kind where a tooth grows behind another, making everything just a little misaligned. Adorable.

Aghhh, I just want to see him smile all the time.

Guy

Literally allergic to the cold. He has Raynaud’s disorder. The moment he steps outside into the cold he starts bitching and whining about his hands itching and burning.

He’s exceptional in every aspect of life, but when it comes to his physical build? Average. He’s imposing but it’s all in the way he carries himself. If he were even three inches shorter, he’d look like a damn chihuahua. Like, bro, stand down stop your yipping.

Average height. Average muscles. Even his endowment? Average-sized.

Jasper

Oblong. Get the fuck away from me Slenderman.

Aquia

Taller than Guy. Probably not true, but in my mind it is. He’s so insecure even though he’s got more muscles and stands taller than his big brother. Baby stand up tall, no hunching to make yourself smaller.

Fenn

Beauty marks and moles everywhere. On his throat. His shoulder. His belly button, even his ankle. Hell, there’s one on his left nipple too. Lemme kiss each one💋

Lou

Hairless. The thinest eyebrows to ever thin and sparse eyelashes. Nothing on his arms or legs or chest or groin. MC’s like uhmm do you wax or something how are this smooth. Lou is confused. what’s waxing???

Dia

Has mild androgen insensitivity syndrome, hence why he’s androgynous. During puberty, he developed small breasts, but despite others trying to “correct” them with magic, Dia has never minded them.

Lance

MY MAN IS HAIRY! Come on now, we all know he doesn’t shave. He’s got nice bushy eyebrows and immaculate chest hair and happy trail.

Maybe a bit of an excessive bush…

He does however, shave his face bc he can only grow a mustache and he looks ridiculous with it.

[quigzahhutt]

💘 + lialex for the ask game

(If you still write them ofc)

(Their tag is so deprived and I miss them😭)

I love your fics btw, hope you have a nice day!

for the kisses ask game💋

of COURSE I still write lialex are u KIDDING they r my favorites ever ..... I am glad to be of assistance to the lialex cause

💘 - fake relationship / mutual pining / dared to kiss

thoughts and feelings on.... royalty AU? :)

"Do you think anyone even buys the whole arranged marriage thing?" Liam asks out of the blue, flowery blouse hanging absentmindedly from his hands as they get dressed for yet another formal.

As Alex stares at Liam's bare back, he can't help but think that maybe Liam should start wearing things more fitted, items that accentuate and elongate his figure, like corseted gowns, or other things of that sort.

He would never say it out loud, of course; the way Liam dresses doesn't really matter to him all that much, but it does make his heart swell a little bit every time Liam comes to him with two different options in hand, like he actually cares all that much whether Alex likes the green or the beige more.

"Like, do they think we're, er, happy? Because probably not. They all pretty much know that it's just for political gain," It kind of sucks having to state it so bluntly, run the facts through straighter than straight, but over the last few months, Alex has learnt that Liam doesn't like when people beat around the bush. Perfectly so, because Alex hates it equally as much.

"Mm, well, it's good that we get on as much as we do, yeah?" Liam mumbles, speech as informal as ever. He obviously cleans it up around the servants and guests, but with Alex, he's never bothered; it's endearing.

It's somewhat helped Alex with his own odd mannerisms. All throughout his childhood, his parents were working their heads off trying to fix and correct him every time he stumbled over his words, or when he would construct a sentence in the wrong order. Liam never seems to care; it's a refreshing change.

They got relatively lucky with each other. Arranged relationships like this never usually work out; the pair either end up causing some sort of unnecessary conflict that stirs up a whole new issue for their Kingdoms, which is exactly what they're trying not to do.

Or, they stay married for a while, before one of them winds up vanishing, running off and never coming back, or being found dead just a few weeks later, an assassins knife sticking out of their back; a gruesome discouragement.

So, Alex feels lucky. They like each other, their age difference isn't bad– sure, it's a wider gap than Alex would typically feel comfortable with, but Liam doesn't seem to care all that much, and Alex understands that he's getting a bit too old to still be a bachelor– his position is becoming more and more at risk every day, so he tries not to worry about it.

It's easy to be with each other. They both understand that they have their roles, and they're doing their best to execute those roles properly; it isn't necessary to think about the actual intricacies of their relationship, the things or feelings that may or may not be as traditional.

They share each other's proximity in front of the floor length mirror in their shared bedroom, checking themselves over to make sure that their shirts are tucked and their cuffs are properly rolled.

Alex has opted for a clean, green and gold vest, layered over a plain, cream colored blouse, and then a creased pair of slacks– he's sure his parents would fret over it, before furiously trying to smooth it down; the mental image makes Alex huff.

Liam has taken a somewhat different approach; a similarly colored blouse, but his is accented with delicate pink embroidery around the seams, paired with a dark brown waistcoat, and slacks of a similar color, although they're significantly less wrinkly than Alex's, and also rolled up at the ankle.

Alex snorts. "You have to cuff your trousers?" He teases, bumping his shoulder against Liam's to really make a point.

"Hey! I have to because-" Liam starts before suddenly cutting himself off once he realizes what Alex was doing, and that he has already succeeded in winding him up, "ugh, you're so annoying,"

Liam frantically gestures towards the large clock in their room. "Look, we're already late because you've been insulting my stupid- whatever, let's go, ball starts in half an hour," Liam huffs, but Alex can see the small cleft in his mouth, a crooked smile teasing at his lips; if they were in front of an audience, Alex would probably lean down and place a solid kiss on his cheek.

--- --- ---

They have a system; they've been together long enough that it's muscle memory to grab each other's hands and bow their heads to the servants and waitresses. There's a rhythm to the way Alex wraps his hand around Liam's waist and how Liam drapes his hands across Alex's shoulders as they sway, moving across the ballroom floor with practiced ease.

It used to be significantly more awkward. Alex had been with Max a few years ago, so coming back to date his younger brother, albeit arranged this time, was still weird. And on top of that, their height difference made for an... odd situation when it came to dancing.

But Alex quickly learned that, just like Max, Liam had a loud personality, unique quirks and odd mannerisms that made it all too easy to fall in love with. Figuratively, obviously. Alex found himself meshing with Liam with ease, bodies moving together with practiced simplicity.

So now, instead of repeatedly apologizing for tripping over each other, they can chat idly while dancing, striking playful conversation while also making good public face.

"Do you see what the Baroness is wearing?" Liam mumbles into Alex's collar, gesturing with his head towards one of the other noble women from a Kingdom that Alex can't be bothered to remember.

When his eyes eventually drift over, Alex almost chokes. "Oh- wow, alright. I know there wasn't a specified palette but... You have to look around and realize that blue may not have been the right move," he whispers, voice strained as he tries not to be too obvious.

Liam cackles between their bodies. "I mean, it's a good look, but uh, wow. Yeah, not sure if that would have been my choice," he tucks himself closer into Alex's chest to hide his smile, genuine and far too much teeth for a formal of this measure.

"All the jewels too, it almost looks bad," Liam squeaks, slowly losing his composure the longer he thinks about it.

Their conversation is put on hold as Alex effortlessly twirls Liam around, tucking him underneath his arm before spinning him back into their initial position.

"Mm, I don't know," Alex elongates the last vowel, really make it annoying, "I think you'd look good in the jewels," he teases, grin tucked into his cheeks, sly and trained.

That's something that he likes about Liam– he isn't quite as taught as Alex is. He hasn't had as many years to refine his technique, hone his expression in until he's perfect and princely. Alex loves taking advantage of it.

Because Liam's face quickly drops into something personal, something indignant and definitely not appropriate for a ball, and his face turns beet red; Alex almost wants to pinch his cheeks.

But Alex instead notices how open the floor has become, pairs beginning to filter out until only the two of them are left, arms locked and bodies swaying together in sync to the quieting orchestra.

"Liam," Alex whispers sharply to get Liam's attention, squeezing his hip extra hard just for good measure, and the action successfully makes Liam lift his head from where he had been hiding it against Alex's collarbone.

Liam hums before looking up, and his eyes travel slowly around the room, collecting all of the information that Alex gathered some ten seconds ago.

And, like a bell has just tolled, Liams eyes reign back in on Alex's face as he sighs, because they're both acutely aware of what has to happen next.

As the music rumbles into a slow hum, Alex trails one of his hands up and up until he reaches Liam's face, cupping his jaw as they continue to gently sway back and forth.

Their bodies finally come to a stop when Alex drags Liam up into a kiss, and he grins into it when he feels Liam stand on his toes to breach the final distance. It's a small thing that Alex has experienced plenty before, but it never fails to make him chuckle, just how hard Liam has to work to reach his lips.

Just like everything else with Liam, kissing is easy. It doesn't make Alex's stomach roil or his teeth clench like it has with previous partners; he tries not to think about why that is, the implications behind it, why Liam is the exception to every rule Alex has set for himself.

But when they separate and the world around them begins fading back in, Liam smiles up at him, close-lipped and knowing, and Alex remembers why he never has to worry.

[daisyjonesgf]

i literally just read your Enchanted fic and it was SO CUTE

it got me thinking about watching fireworks for the first time except in the river/lakes fic. Finnick and his sweet girl sneaking away from everyone during her victors party to one of the more hidden, but beautiful parts of President Snow’s garden. Finnick would instantly warn you about the fireworks while putting his jacket on your shoulders to keep you warm. he’d even put his hands on your ears until you felt comfortable enough to listen to the loud pop without taking off running.

Reader would just watch silently in awe at the beautiful colours erupting in the sky as Finnick pulled her in for a hug, one arm around her as to keep her nice and close as her head is pointed in the direction of the fireworks. Except Finnick isn’t watching the fireworks, his gaze is on his sweet girl- silently watching her face light up with each firework as her body is closely pressed up against his.

Once the show is over she just looks up at him, smiling like a little kid.

“That was so beautiful”

“You’re beautiful”

AND HE SAID THIS IN THE MOST LOVESTRUCK VOICE. IT WAS QUIET AND SOFT AND JUST SO FULL OF PURE LOVE IM SOBBING😭 (i also imagine him looking at her with the same face that Neil Perry was looking at Todd with when he finished his poem from Dead Poets Society- just the pure look of love)

Ever since that night, Finnick has compared his sweet girl to fireworks- beautiful and bright, something that just makes people stop and stare in awe as it lights up the dark sky. Because that’s what she does, even when he’s surrounded by a dark sky, she is still that pop of colour that lights up his dark sky in the best way possible. Reader is the sunshine to his midnight rain😭

thank you so much pookie 😭💋💋💋

and this is literally so adorable, I'm obsessed

finnick literally would refuse to leave her side the whole party because she's never been to one of this extent and he knows how the people in the Capitol are. so as soon as he can he's stealing her away completely. she's entranced by all the different types of flowers and he has no idea what most of them are but makes a mental note to find out just for her. although there's something much more interesting he knows will pull her attention away. so he finds a little secluded area within all of the bushes and sits her down with him. not a care in the world about whether or not their clothes gets covered in grass stains.

"we're gonna watch the fireworks they're setting off for you, angel."

"fire works?"

he'd explain that they were gorgeous and she would love them but now loud they were. so he'd softly cover he ears, but he knows his poor sweet girl is always shivering in the cold especially now, and it's no help the designers are always making her so exposed, so his jacket is on her, and he's pressing her into his body heat.

even with his hands covering her ears she still flinched when the first pop occured, but was quickly entranced by the display in front of her. and finnick loved nothing more then seeing a glimpse of happiness and awe in his sweet girls face. how serene she is. he's so devoted to her and her joy, her survival, her love. (I love the dead poet society)

finnick and reader are both so silly and unreliable, like they both see themselves as failing in all these different ways, as ruining everything, and see the other as their saving grace, the sweeter one, the loving one who deserves it all and so much better. she's the sunshine to his midnight rain, he's the sunshine to her midnight rain (conway is the sunshine and she's the midnight rain) but they're so contradictory how the other perceives them and I love them sm for it 💋

[heelhausen]

💋 [KISS] ~ What’s your favorite love language to practice towards S/I? What about your favorite to receive? with all 3?

Caster: Crash doesn’t beat around the bush. If he thinks something and he wants you to know it, he’ll say it. I get a lot of random “I love you”s whenever he’s just feelin’ it. It’s nice, cause he’ll just hit me with it at literally the most random times and completely catch me off guard. Call me corny, but I find it romantic 💜

especially when I ask him what made him think it!!cause he usually has some insane answer like “the light caught your chain and it threw a rainbow on the wall and it made me think, ‘wow gay rights’ and that made me think I love you”

As for giving— and you know I love giving 😘 — Crash is always fun to just hang out with. We don’t even have to do anything! It’s fun to just sit down and watch Crash draw, or get really intense while explaining an old dirtbike model, or show me whatever funny post he’s just seen.

MJF: ^ Do you see this fucking clown? How lame can you get?

Anyway. Quite fucking frankly, I think love languages are complete bullshit. I don’t mind it when Crash brings me a snack that reminded me of him, but I’m not going to pretend like he’s earning any relationship points by trying to fuck up my diet. And Crash is lucky to get anything from me if he’s gonna make Max go on like that.

Punk: those are pretty strong words from a guy who’s constantly in Crash’s lap when there aren’t any cameras around.

Unlike Maxwell here, I’m not too proud to admit that I like the physical affection. Crash gives good hugs. He’s strong enough to crush you against him like a weighted blanket. It’s… cozy. And it’s great for horror marathons.

And I like giving Crash gifts. He doesn’t like us spending too much money on him, but he has a weak spot for goofy little knick knacks and shiny things— I guess that’s where his crow logo comes from. I’ll usually try to get him some little touristy keychains or charms for his pinboard whenever I’m in a new city. He always smiles when he puts whatever little trinket he got up on the board.

[diddy233]

nice red bush💋💋👅👅❤️😘

[hikarikeeper]

oh guess what kind of old crap i found, let's suffer now: a tag!

Ange: ..here we fucking go again.. Shade: sup. Ange: oh no not you again 🐶 What would your OC do if they were chased by a dog? -Ange: First of all, i wouldn’t even provoke the dog to start chasing me… i usually get along well with them, or at least i don’t start running in the worst case. -Shade: ....do you really expect me to run away from this insignificant creature? More likely it will run away from ME.

💋 How would they react to getting a kiss? (can be platonic or romantic)

actually it's very individual, but let's assume if it's from someone that Ange likes. Ange at the moment of the kiss: aw, nice :3 Ange after a few hours/days: *sudden realization* wait a minute... they did WHAT- -Shade: kiss me and it will be posthumous, I guarantee.

🌲 What would your OC do in a Minecraft world/server? -Ange: *explore every corner without missing a single pixel on the map* -Shade: *aggressive loot-goblin sounds* everything is good, everything is bad, everything goes to my lair -Corrupt: c... caaaattssssss....... -Shade: where the fuck did you come from. it's for OCs??? -Ange: just let him be. as if anyone even reads the everyday life of this 'shizophreny server'.

🎤 Can your OC sing? -Ange: ... uhh... -Shade: he can. only you ain't gonna get to hear it 'cause that catass is too shy. ...me? No, you'll go deaf. Ange: ....because you're too loud.

💃 Can your OC dance? -Ange: i guess no?.. i don't usually dance. -Shade: what is this for. Let those who like it and who are not deprived of grace do it better than me.

📚 Would your OC cheat in an exam? -Ange: in what kind of-? -Shade: Ange is too honest. I won't even do any kind of exams.

⚡ What mythological god would you associate with your OC? -Ange: i would prefer not to be associated with the gods... -Shade: good question, too bad I don't know much about your gods, I'm not very interested in myths.

🎬 What genre would your OC be into? -Ange: *whisper* .. in what- -Shade: what kind of movie you probably may end into. -Ange: Ah, well.. adventures? -Shade: and me possibly an action movie.

✨ What kind of aesthetic do they like? -Ange: nature and sunsets~ -Shade: THERE WILL BE BLOOD-♪ SHED-♪ -Ange: ... *facepalms*

✊ Would your OC win in a fight against an ostrich?

-Ange: …..??????????????. *connection with the brain was lost* -Shade: Why the hell should I fight an ostrich? Did it rob me? Did it challenge me? If yes, this creature doesn't stand a chance. If it just exists, then what the fuck is wrong with you.

🐾 (If human) If they were to turn into an animal, what animal would they be? -Ange: a cat! -Shade: I'm 100% immune to magic, your morphification will not work on me. -Ange: ..you're not funny -Shade: Oh really? How about I'm going to start entertaining you with some filigreed russian swearing. -Ange: please don't- -Corrupt: ...We have enough of the crap you already taught Glitch. - Shade: not my fault that he learns pretty quickly :>

🦄 (If human) If they were to turn into a mythical creature, what mythical creature would they be?

-Ange: phoenix~ -Shade: dragon ofc -Corrupt: they didn’t ask you, you’re already a dragon. -Shade: why are you still here. - Corrupt: *the image of the middle finger flashed through your mind*

💌 How would they react to a confession? -Ange: (if it's from someone unfamiliar) *got confused and pretended to be a currant bush* -Ange: (if it's from someone sympathetic) * won't believe in the reality of what is happening, won't find anything to say, will be happy, perhaps, or confused - it is difficult to predict- it’s not like there was a lot of confessions to him... i don’t even remember the last time this happened.* -Shade: "?" "You clearly have shitty taste buddy." "Think again." "I don't recommend it." "Not interested."

💗 How would they confess? They wouldn't :> -Ange: i'd rather not hope for anything mutual, or even try at all. i'm tired of getting my soul broken... -Shade: just no. love is just a way of manipulation and weakness.

💀 If they were one of the 7 sins, what sin would they be?

-Ange: ...wrath. :3 -Shade: wrath, maybe greed. ..who came up with these stupid sins? -Ange: oh no... -Shade: I can call greed a real sin, but the rest? ridiculous. -Ange: let's just finish this poll already-

💘 What kind of person is their ideal type?

-Ange: honest and sincere... -Shade: it doesn't matter anymore anyway.

🎁 What kind of gift would they give at birthdays? -Ange: something made with my own hands to show how important a person is to me.. -Shade: a chance not to die from my claws.

👹 How much patience does you OC have? Are they patient? Or are they easily irritable?

Ange is the living embodiment of patience. Shade, on the other hand, tolerates only those whom he respects, while others, if they do something that he openly doesn't like, will cause him instant irritation.

☠ How petty are they? And what length of pettiness would they go for?

-Ange: i always couldn't understand this concept correctly.. and honestly, i don’t know for sure, maybe it depends on the situation... -Shade: hardly.

🔪 (More than one OC) If your all of your OCs played among us, who'd be the best imposter? And who'd be the worst?

Ange: worst Shade: best

🛌 What kind of sleep schedule does your OC have?

-Ange: ... sleep schedule?. -Shade: sleep?

🍽 What kind of food do they like?

Both: fried and spicy!

🍻 Do they drink? If so, how strong is their alcohol tolerance?

Ange drinks in moderation; he cannot drink more than a bottle of something too strong at once. Shade's alcohol tolerance is VERY strong tho, he can drink about a box of strong alcohol and barely get drunk because his dragon body burns it as fuel.

🍺 If your OC drinks, what is their go to alcohol?

Ange: i'm neutral about it, for me it's nothing more than a painkiller for the soul. Now that everything is back to normal, i don't need it... Shade: it's just fun for me. it wasn't uncommon for me to win a drink bet. haha, they didn’t even know who they were messing with... :> ...Wow that's all already? whatever- as always, tag youself if you want lmao-

[thebabygaldiaries]

Now that’s what I like to hear. I’m so glad my little kitten got to have a fun time. Did you make a mess on yourself baby? Squirt for me? Tell me how you played with yourself, Miss wants all the dirty details 💋

Oh, lover, of course you do. (Putting a read more to save folks dashboards)

I started in the shower, letting the water run down my body and teasing at my nipple. The water's warm, teettering on the edge of almost too hot. So there's a little bit of a sting. I imagined you pressing me up against the tiles of the shower, one hand cupping my sex and the other tracing the top of my sternum tattoo, right between the valley of my breasts.

It's a tease, the water nipping at my skin like you might with kisses and nips. I am dripping from my cunt, knowing what I really want isn't around. But I know I can make do. It's slow, as the humidity swells from the shower that I drag my hands down my stomach, through the slight ticket of my bush and tease my clit. I have to pace myself, and it's so hard. I just want to cum, but I think to myself, what would Miss do?

So I take it slow, torture myself as my fingers circle around and around my clit. My slick oozes but I don't gather it, not quite yet. This is only the beginning I tell myself. The room's growing warmer. I imagine your hand at my throat, teeth grazing along my chin at how good I am being. The pressure's just starting to build. I can feel it creeping up my toes.

I put a little bit more pressure onto my clit, circles getting tighter and tighter around my clit. I don't go faster, just firmer. Again, this is just the beginning. The spare hand, now taking the same trail from throat to cunt, teases at my entrance. I know how good it'll feel to plunge two fingers inside, but instead, I circle, gathering my own arousal onto my fingertips and spreading it up to my clit.

The slip is nice, and helps ebbs the pleasure just a little. It's hard to keep quiet, no one in the house really needs to do what I'm doing, but it just feels so fucking good. I think a sigh escapes me, but I try not to think too much about it.

I know I can't be in the bathroom too much longer, but the dances and the teases aren't enough. It's with great relief that I pick up the pace, one hand swiping over my clit with a feverent pace. The fingers dancing at my entrance slide in--just one at first, then a second one. The ache's dulling as my first orgasm approaches, I'm pushed up now on my tippy toes and trying to brace most of my weight on the shower wall to keep from slipping.

The first orgasm comes swiftly, not nearly as hard as the second and third, but still strong enough that it takes me a minute to recover.

Cleaned, lotioned, and in my pj's, I slip under the covers. There's been just enough down time that I know I can go for another, but not too much that it'll feel like starting over at ground zero again. The bullet vibrator is an old trusty friend and I don't really hesitate in bringing it to my clit.

I tap it, for a minute or not, just enough pressure to let the buzz jolt me, but not enough time that I can sink into the feeling. In my imagination, I picture you sitting in my office chair at the foot of my bed, watching. My legs are spread wide, feet planted to the mattress and it's a great view. I imagine you can see how often my pussy clenches, desperate for something to fill it.

The taps grow longer, more and more time spend with the vibration dancing over my clit before I drag it down the sides, tracing the the tops of my labia--again wanting to keep arousal from plateauing, but not to orgasm just yet.

I can feel myself arousal dripping, slipping between my cheeks. I have half a thought to be worried about the sheets, but I don't really care. It just feels so good--the thought of you watching, the buzz of the vibrator on my clit. My clit still just a hair sensitive from the previous orgasm in the shower. My entire body feels alive, electric. I tease my nipples with the same digits I brought to my mouth to get them nice and wet. Even gagged myself a bit on them, just the way you might like. A tear slips down the side of my face and onto my pillowcase and it hurts so good when I press the vibrator down harder.

My hips are bucking into nothing, my mouth open with the quiet pants I can't hold back. I know I'm going to cum again and I don't let anything stop it this time. I go harder and harder, and harder. My feet and hips are lifting off the bed, back arching just a little as a silent scream contorts myself.

This orgasm is the heaviest that I feel. My body sags into the mattress, the buzzing vibrator still loosely gripped in my hand. There's more I want. The purple dildo from my bottom drawer is what I've been working up too, but this one takes a bit longer to recover from.

It's deep breathes, wiping the sweat off the end of my nose (a permanent fixture in my life like a fucking dog, but who cares), and a small water break.

If I'm honest, I was pretty sure I wasn't going to make it to the grand finale. My limbs are heavy at this point, I want to go to sleep, but in the back of my mind, I really don't want to quit here. I figure I can take it slow. The vibrators out for the first half while I focus on my clit with just my fingers. I keep it close by though as I know I'll want it later on.

The whisper of my fan is just enough to remind me of your whispers, the way you demand that I keep going on my ear. You're not through just yet, kitten.

And I know I want it.

Fingers dance of my skin, the upper half of my stomach etched by a tattoo gun and now the nails of my fingers, gently scraping before cupping at my breast. I tug at my nipples but keep a gentle pace at my clit. Just cirlces around, letting the pleasure wash over me.

The third orgasm nearly suprises me. One moment, I'm imagining your weight next to me, the lazy drag of your fingers over my pussy, a slap--or two of three--and the next I can feel the tension in my lower gut.

I stop, knowing it's much too soon right now for things to be over. I don't think I'll get to 4 and I don't want to ruin the 3rd. I practice, albeit with a lot of frustration, patience.

Within a couple of minutes I'm back down, able to continue. In that time, I do collect my dildo and vibrator again. The first thrust of the dildo is shallow, making sure the angle is right for myself. But once I'm positive it is, I take it slow, dragging it all the way out before slow pushing it all the back into myself. Each trust paired with a tiny huff at the feeling of being utterly stretched out around the cock.

But even the slow pull and thrust of the dildo is pushing me closer and closer to that last orgasm. I try to deep breath, take a nice deep breath in and then exhale it slowly. But even that's no match for how wired my body is. Everything is sore, pumping towards another orgasm.

I turn on the vibrator again. The buzz is enough to make me immediately shut my legs and turn away from the sensation. It's only for a second, because behind the sting is the pleasure. With a steeling breath, I settle back, legs open again and continue. I bring the setting of the vibrator down, to see if it helps and it does.

Each thrust is long and slow, brushing the deepest parts of myself and the buzz of the vibrator is hurdling my closer and closer to relief. I'm hot, a little sweaty, but oh am I consumed by the pleasure. I don't care what I look like. I don't care what I sound like.

I don't fully remember the third orgasm. It hits and I'm so fucking exhausted. My body shakes for a moment and I keep just enough brains to get up and get everything (minus myself) cleaned up and put away.

I immediately collapse back into bed and I'm so thankful I set my alarm before getting into the shower, because I would've forgotten it without a doubt.

-BG

[littlelioncub43]

Come On, Angel

Summary: You and Eddie have been exhausted, and sometimes a nice long nap is exactly what you need.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Female!Reader

Warning: Fluff, sooooo much fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers (kinda, nothing happens but it's lowkey understood that they're in love with each other), cuddling, forehead kisses, Eddie and Reader being in love with each other and showing it in sweet ways, one mention of masturbation but it's not even graphic, Eddie has been having nightmares but doesn't know what they're about (S4 doesn't happen in this. He's safe and loved and always will be), slight angst, pet names, just—nice things.

Word count: 2,209

A/N: Oh my goodness, I loved writing this one, ok? This was so much fun. It made me feel all sorts of nice things, and I hope it makes you feel all those nice things too. This is based on a thot I shared with my bestie P!R Anon that I just couldn't help but expand. They put up with a lot of my ramblings and they're amazing for that. And so! I hereby dedicate this slice of heaven to them. Here you go, bestie. Enjoy!

Kisses💋

— K

Part II. Series Masterlist

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places…” Eddie mumbles under his breath with the radio, silently cursing Max for playing that damn cassette so many times. The drive through the slowly chilling streets of the trailer park was quiet, a few solitary cars and trucks passing Eddie’s prized van as he made the journey to your trailer. With the sun dipping low behind the trees, the shadows and wind bit harder than normal and told of a fast approaching winter. 

Your trailer was a familiar shape at the end of the road, a beacon of comfort that pushed his foot on the pedal hoping to cut the journey as short as possible. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before he was slamming the rusty van into park, shutting off Kate Bush, and hopping out of the driver’s seat with that impish grin that never seemed to leave his face around you. The door was locked, which didn’t deter him in the slightest. He pulled the mess of keys from his jacket pocket and found the copy you’d given him a few years ago, just after you moved into your own trailer. The moment you gave it to him, he swore that he wouldn’t let it out of his sight, and, surprisingly, he hasn’t. 

“Helloooo!” He calls as he pushes the door open. He waits for a second for a response but when he gets none he slips his jacket and vest on the couch, heading for your bedroom. 

“Lucy, I’m hooooome!” He sings as he pokes his head into your room, immediately regretting the loudness of his voice. He hears a soft chuckle from the lump of blankets on your bed, your limbs slowly stretching as you peel back the duvet from your sleepy face. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he says, much softer this time.

“Hey,” you croak, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you click on the lamp next to your bed, “whatcha up to, Munson? No good?” 

“Oh, yeah, you know me; scaring housewives, stealing cats, sacrificing goats—the whole nine yards, babe.” He grins and slides his hands into his pockets. You giggle again at his silliness and let yourself take him in in all his glory. Eddie Munson looked far too handsome leaning against your doorframe, his frizzy, wild hair illuminated from the light behind him (God, was he an Angel?), dressed in his usual uniform: a well-loved Hellfire t-shirt, black jeans, that God-awful handcuff belt that you secretly loved, and the same pair of white sneakers that he’s had since his junior year. 

“The poor thing, you must be exhausted,” you yawn, even with sleep still heavy in your system you could see that he was tired. 

“Nah,” he winks with a shake of his head, noting how adorable you look swaddled in your blanket. The thought is quickly tossed aside as quickly as he thought it, he shouldn’t think of you like that, you were his best friend. He pulls his keys from his back pocket. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to your nest, sweetheart.”

“Noooo, com’ere,” you tiredly beckon to him with a soft smile, “join me in the nest.”

“What?” He pushes off the doorframe to make his way to kneel beside your bed, the grabby hand you make at him has his own hand itching to hold yours. He rests his chin on the edge of your bed, his hands folded neatly. 

“Stay. Nap,” you say, sitting up on your elbow, “I know you need it, I can see your eye bags without my glasses on.” 

“Ok, see, that’s not how to get me into bed with you,” he jokes with a laugh, easily making you laugh with him. He hadn’t been sleeping very well lately, strange nightmares about strange looking bats and massive basilisk-like vines kept him from getting good rest. Then he spent his days toiling away in the garage.

“Com’on, just a small nap,” you pet his arm gently, trying to lure him into agreeing. It was working.

“I don’t have pajamas,” he points out, already caving to your suggestion, you could suggest he take a flying leap and he just might. He straightens up so your eyes are level, subtly searching for more of your warmth. 

“Just ditch the jeans and t-shirt, and sleep in your boxers—which I assume you’re 100% wearing?” You suspiciously raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes, mom, I’m wearing underwear,” Eddie sasses at the accusatory tone of your voice. 

“Good! Then you can sleep in those,” you rationalize, your sleepy brain may not make the best choices, but goodness, you were sleepy and you could tell Eddie was too. He clicks his tongue with a heavy sigh, feigning defeat. 

“Alright,” he pulls himself standing and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Avert your eyes, sweetheart, the show ain’t free.”

“Boooooooo,” you groan and cover your face with a blanket before flopping back on the bed dramatically, earning a chuckle from the metalhead. He was thankful you covered your face so he can blush in private. You’d seen him in his boxers many times before, but this would be the first time he’d be in bed with you, while practically naked. ‘She’s in her pjs, it’ll be fine,’ he tells himself and tugs off his Hellfire shirt. He quickly strips down to his checkered boxers, the chill of the room nips at his skin and leaves him with goosebumps, it mixes with the perpetual exhaustion in his bones. 

Yeah, a warm bed sounds like heaven right now. 

“Done yet?” And there was an angel. As soon as the blanket was over your face, you felt a fresh wave of tiredness crash down on you. 

“Mmhmm,” he hums, trying to remain as calm as possible to fight off the blush that desperately wants to return. You throw open your blankets for him to climb in, reaching for him on instinct. 

Eddie smiles as soon as he sees your pajamas; one of his favorite shirts that mysteriously went missing a week ago and, he hopes to God, a pretty pair of panties. He’s never seen anything more gorgeous than you in his clothes, but you sleeping in his clothes? Oh, he’d pay good money to see that every day for the rest of his life. 

He lets you gently guide him into the spot next to you before he scoops you up to hold you a little closer, an uncontrollable shiver racing up his spine. Boy, he was cold. You nuzzle deeper into his hold on instinct, the feeling of his arms around you always sent your heart a-flutter. The chilled skin of his chest pressed into your cheek as you snuggled in, your hand coming to his arm to rub his skin warm. 

“My God, Munson, are you made of ice?” You joke and curl yourself around him, slinging your leg over his. You swallow lightly when you feel his bare thigh against yours, the light dusting of hair scratched against you ever so softly. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d be having a mini heart attack right about now. 

“Well, they do say I’m cold hearted,” he teases through a yawn, his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each breath. He hears you hum out a tired laugh but he can barely focus on anything except your leg in his lap and the rhythmic thumpthumpthump of your chest against his. 

There’s a spell of comfortable silence. The room is filled with slowly deepening breaths and two heartbeats. Sleep takes hold of you quickly, your eyes already shut and dreams just about to start. Eddie catches himself dozing and has enough sense to carefully shut the lamp off before relaxing again. 

As soon as the room was dark, sleep came to him and carried him off. 

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There’s laughter. And sunshine. And his favorite Metallica record playing. He remembers you in the passenger seat of his van, passing him a spoon with ice cream on it. He remembers eating the spoonful of chocolate ice cream while never looking away from you. You were smiling at him, and, God, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The light was red, there was no danger. No bats, or vines or whatever the fuck they were. It was just the two of you and a bowl of chocolate ice cream. What more could he want?

Soft movement twitched in his limbs as he slowly came back from the dream realm. His head was resting on something soft, tresses of his brown hair covered his face but he couldn’t be bothered to move them yet. He felt you stir with him, wakefulness rising in you both. The feeling of his head on your chest was what you could only describe as perfect. You laid on your back with Eddie resting on top of you, his arms bracketing your sides, hands holding the fabric of your shirt that had ridden up in the night. Your legs were spread comfortably for him to fit between. 

With a gentle stretch, you run your hands across his naked shoulders idly. The soothing touch igniting awareness in Eddie as he finally blinks his eyes open. The sun was peeking through the light curtains of your room, the morning birds singing their happy songs in the trees outside. He purrs when you bring one hand to his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes for him. Oh, yeah, he liked that. 

“G’mornin’, Princess,” he rasps, not bothering to move from his spot yet. If he were honest, he wouldn’t move for all eternity if it were up to him. 

“Morning, Ed,” you mumble back with a yawn, still rubbing his back as you finally open your own eyes to stare at your ceiling. 

“'Just a nap,’ huh?” He yawns, his own hand moving to stroke your side, “now, I may not be a smart man, but that was way longer than a nap.”

“Well, we needed it,” you respond with a small smile, the feeling of his calloused hands gliding over the heated skin of your side was equal parts comforting and intoxicating. Eddie let out an affirmative grumble before lifting his head, resting his chin on your sternum. The sight that greets him nearly knocks him on his ass. Your hair is a mess, sleep has made your face plumper than normal, lines from your pillow run along the length of your cheek, eye crusties dot the inner corner of your gorgeous eyes. You look beautiful, like always, but you look real. And the fact that someone as perfect as you were, was real and currently playing with a knotted lock of his hair, blew his fucking mind. 

While he was busy surveying your face, you were doing the same to him. Taking in his own puffy face, drool coated lips, wild hair, and glossy brown eyes. You came to the same conclusion, unbeknownst to you, that he was perfectly real. The smile that tugged at your lips was easy and held all the fondness you felt for the man in your bed. He saw it, the fondness that he hasn’t found anywhere else in the world. 

“Sleep good?” You ask, the tension in the room was too much for you to take any longer. It was enough for Eddie to come back to reality. 

“Like a baby,” he hums and stretches his arms out before propping himself up on his forearms with a sigh. “We are so doing that again,” he says with a playful smirk. 

“Definitely,” you chuckle in agreement and rub your face clear of any left over sleep crusties. It’s then that Eddie realizes that he’s on top of you, he glances between you to see your shirt rucked up, revealing a pair of plain black cotton panties adorning your hips. He bites his lip and takes as many mental pictures as he can for some at at home solo activities. He’s quick to pull his mind out of the gutter when he hears your tummy rumble. 

“Hungry?” He asks, you hum and nod. “One ‘Eddie Special,’ coming right up!” He kisses your forehead, it was too tempting to ignore, before getting up and heading for your kitchen. You listen to the sound of his rummaging through your kitchen and decide to switch on your stereo next to your bed. The normally harsh sounds of heavy metal guitars and drums is a quiet hum when Eddie returns. He comes back with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a banana, and a fresh cup of water— all balanced in his two hands. 

“Wooooow, room service? I should let you sleep in my bed more often,” you reach for the glass of water first and gulp it down. He gets back in bed, being extra careful of the milk in the bowl.

“Yes, you should,” he grumbles through a mouthful of cereal before handing you the bowl. You laugh and dig in, letting the morning go on at a comfortable pace. It’s just the two of you and a bowl of cereal. 

What more could he want?

Part II

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₊˚⊹🦄﹕autumn﹒˚₊

❧ pairing: cream unicorn x reader (gender neutral)

❧ genre: fluff

❧ summary: the weather has been cooling down as autumn creeps in. some cookies haven’t adjusted to the chilliness yet.

❧ notes: i love . them so much cream unicorn my beloved they’re so underrated they need more content hello im here to serve i also really love autumn .

❧ song: thought it was a cool idea 2 start adding songz 2 listen 2 while u read oneshotz so 💋 https://youtube.com/watch?v=TEOzIc9LHGg

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ah, october. the month that includes one of the best holidays. the weather was getting colder and pumpkins were popular again, october slays. to you, the cooler weather was literally a savior. some people, however, did not see it that way. many cookies in the kingdom found it a pain in the ass to suddenly adjust to the chilliness. you would hear people complaining whenever you ventured outside. you found that weird but understandable.

currently, you were preparing to go on a walk so you could further enjoy autumn. you resisted the urge to wear all orange, so you just settled on a sweater with an orange and brown color scheme. there was also a cheesy quote that you hand stitched on yourself. it read “happy fall y’all!” quite silly, but very festive. you had already done the basic necessities of a morning routine, so you were ready to go. when you opened the door, the cool breeze felt like an old friend welcoming you. a content sigh left you as you began walking through your usual route. the month had just barely begun, but signs of autumn were strong. leaves that had once been a vibrant shade of green were now a dull brown and scattered all over the ground. they also made a delightful crunching noise when you walked over them.

as you continued through your walk, you noticed something strange. a bush with something inside had caught your eye. the bush itself had lost its vibrant colors, but something vibrant was inside of it. you were slightly worried until you noticed something familiar. a pastel horn was visibly poking out of the bush, which you recognized as cream unicorn’s. “cream unicorn? what are you doing?” their head popped out of the bush as soon as they heard your voice, a soft whinny coming from them. they pulled themself out of the bush, probably struggling a little. leaves and small twigs were matted into their fur, but they quickly shook them off before poofing into their cookie form. “ah, (Y/N)! it’s nice to see you!” they coo, “i was attempting to enjoy this wonderful day, but i got a little chilly…so i hid in that bush!”

“are you okay? i feel like i don’t usually see you often during months like this,” you gently press your hand against theirs, making sure they weren’t too chilly. “well, i’m usually not active!” cream unicorn says, double checking to see if any more leaves were stuck to them. “i was going to say farewell to the cookies for the season, but i decided to stay! because cookies can get lonely all year round,” they add, sneezing afterwards. “if you intend on helping cookies during the colder months, you’ll have to adjust first! and i’m just your cookie, i’m very festive when it comes to autumn!” cream unicorn gives you an excited smile, “i’m excited to become festive too!”

your walk instantly got better when cream unicorn joined you. since they were cold, you thought of a brilliant idea; latte. the two of you weren’t far from latte’s home, so it didn’t take very long to get there. the little bell embedded on the wooden door jingled as you knocked. dramatically, the door swung open, revealing latte in the doorway. “hi (Y/N)!” she greets, before looking over at cream unicorn, “who’s your friend there?” cream unicorn shyly hid behind you, which didn’t work because of how tall they were. “hi, i’m um..cream unicorn cookie,” they successfully peeped out a small introduction. latte gave you both a sweet smile, “nice to meet you! make yourselves at home.”

a few minutes passed by as you and cream unicorn waited. latte was making pumpkin spice lattes for the two of you. making seasonal lattes were her specialty, after all. cream unicorn seemed very interested in watching latte’s cats. the cats would run in and out of the cat tower very slowly, sneaking in bits of food. “what interesting little creatures,” they cooed. they wanted to pet at least one cat, but the fuzzy beings were a bit skittish towards new cookies. so rather than bothering the felines, they just observed them carefully. “didn’t know you liked cats,” you laugh, taking notice of cream unicorn’s interest in the cats. their attention moves to you, “ah, yes! they’re quite lovely creatures. i’ve never seen them up close before.”

“you can pet them if you want to!” latte announced as she walked into the living room, pumpkin spice lattes in both hands. “is there a way to do that without startling them?” cream unicorn was a bit hesitant, they didn’t want to stress the cats out or scare them. latte nods, setting down the drinks, “mhm! give me a few seconds.” she made her way over to the cat tower, gently picking up one of the cats resting on top. the cat was placed next to cream unicorn. “this is mocha! she’s very sweet.” they hum and slowly extend their hand, “hello mocha!” mocha meowed, lightly sniffing at cream unicorn’s hand. a few seconds later, mocha was purring as she rubbed up against their hand. some of the other cats noticed the attention mocha was getting, which made them come over. “seems they like you!” latte smiled, watching her cats flock over to cream unicorn.

the three of you chatted for a bit while sipping on the warm lattes. after you finished, you and cream unicorn said your goodbyes to latte and her cats. “where are we going now?” they asked, watching the occasional leaf slowly sink to the ground as you walked. “back to my place! i wanna give you something before we venture out more,” you say, listening to the crunching beneath your feet. that sound never gets old. cream unicorn seemed to enjoy the sound too, looking down at their hooves crunching the leaves. once you arrive at your home, you start rummaging through your closet. “might be a bit big, but here!” you pull a large sweater out of your closet. it was one of your custom made ones with the shitty quotes sewn on.

“oh, thank you!” they chirp, putting the sweater on over their current outfit. “now you’ll be less cold when we go venture out!” you cheer, walking back outside with them. “what autumn festivities can we do next?” you hum in response to their question. “maybe collect some leaves. i used to do that a lot as a kid, it’s pretty fun!” the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the forest floor, picking up leaves as you go. it was a pretty fun way to pass time with your favorite cookie.

[weird-dere]

My turn to ask about ur hubies >:3c

Do you think that ichigo shaves his pubic hair? Is there any random headcanons u wanna share of him? Things that arent mentioned or said in the anime/manga but u just feel like they r true?

What type of dad do you think ichigo is? Do you think he is more of a daddy girl? What do you think it woulded been if ichigo's mom was still alive? What woulded change and what not?

KITH 😚💕

I am laying down kicking my feet at the chance to talk about the love of my life <3. Thank u bby!! 💋💋💋

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Pubic hair tingz:

Ichi does shave his pubic hair, but he doesn’t shave himself bald. Just maintains it at a nice trim :3. I feel like when he’s younger he doesn’t let himself have a happy trail tho. Always shaves that away so all hair is contained in his boxers. But as he gets older he kinda just leaves it be and I am always kissing down it when we get intimate ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

He also loves whatever I am most comfortable with concerning my own pubic hair, which for me is at a trim or at full bush >:3. No bare coochie here lmao. Bro loves eating the kitty and seeing our mixed arousal on the hairs when he’s on top of me uwu.

Random Headcanons:

Tho he hates getting called the nickname ‘strawberry’ by literally anyone ever, he does love getting strawberry themed gifts for me. Plushies, stickers, treats, etc. If I have something strawberry themed, he prolly got it for me and everyone knows. It’s like his mark or signature almost lol.

Breakfast is his favorite meal, which is great for me as someone who doesn’t eat it a lot bc he makes sure I have something to start my metabolism day uwu.

Canonically he doesn’t like the rain. Hasn’t most of his life. But I like to think he finds hale very interesting.

Things not said in anime/manga but that just feel true

Bro does not grow a lot of body hair in general (meanwhile me, a Sasquatch 🧍🏾‍♀️). His skin is so smoooooove. Bro cannot grow a mustache or beard to save his life (but this is okay bc I prefer him without anyway). He still has to shave away his 5 o’clock shadow every once in a while tho. Trims his sideburns from time to time too.

No matter how active he is, dude never bulks up. He’s muscle-y, but he’s just built genetically lithe. Isshin (his dad) naturally seems to get thicker when he gets older, but I don’t see Ichi doing that. Which again is okay with me, I love him as he is uwu. I feel like seeing him be Bakugou type of big and muscle-y would be weird lol.

I feel like he thinks about true zangetsu (hollow ichigo) a lot actually, even after he disappears for a while. Reframing how he thinks about him the more he grows. Reflecting on what his relationship with zangetsu says about himself on a deeper level.

Ichigo as a dad:

As u know, in my selfship cinematic multiverse Ichigo and I have 5 kids lmao. 3 boys and 2 girls in the order of B B (<- twins) G G B

As a dad he is a mix of doting and tough love. Playful and supportive, but serious when he needs to be. Ichigo has a tendency to get annoyed easily and will yell and argue with any of his friends, but he never gets loud with the kids. Ever. When communicating with them, tone is everything to him. It’s how he gets his point across and shows his authority.

He does love his girls, but I think he treats all the kiddies the same :3. Though because he got used to being a boy dad after the twins, he was a little nervous when he found out we were having our first girl. He was so gentle with her 🥺. Had to reassure him sometimes.

If Ichigo’s mom was still alive?:

I feel like he would be a very different person. Might be more expressive and emotive rather than scowling all the time. Also I feel his urge to protect may not be as strong, since he wouldn’t have lost the one thing he wanted to protect most.

Also I feel he may have been way more powerful? Because he may have been let in on his Quincy lineage and may have learned to protect himself that way before gaining his shinigami powers and being even stronger.

He would still find him annoying, but I also feel that maybe Ichigo’s relationship with his dad would be better if Masaki was still around.

Ichigo is very confident as is, but I feel like if his mom were still around he’s be confident in a different way. Rather than having to prove himself or prove others wrong, he would feel like he is already inherently good and valuable bc of his mom’s encouragement.

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I am taking all of ur kithes bby sorry this took so long! Lots of brain power went into it jwksisjzjosjz

[waterloggeddaughter]

8, 15, 34, 41 (hi my angel!🫀🫶🏽)

Hey doll 💋

8 What’s your favorite band/artist? 

Oooh an impossible question 😭 according to Spotify my most listened band of all time is The Taxpayers

15 What’s your favorite season? 

Seasons can be difficult in Florida but I'm gonna say spring, it's nice and warm with the occasional cool night all the flowers are blooming and it's perfect time for swimming (but I will say I like all of them in different ways)

34 What’s your favorite flower? 

oof big fan of Lantana, we had two big bushes my meemaw's house and it was my favorite flower to pluck and use in little potions and games and such cuz it pulls apart into a bunch of little tiny flowers I've currently really love this little purple flower growing all over our property and I once had a vaguely prophetic dream about camellia (another flower we had at my meemaw's house)

41 What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Mmmm I really liked Danny phantom and Scooby Doo

Asks!

[thetimecrystal]

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🏮 shades of red asks

strawberry: what album would you love to have on vinyl?

except the ones i have, absolutely sheer heart attack by queen and teatro d'ira vol. 1 by måneskin!

lipstick red: if you could live one day with no one recognising you, what would you do?

just walk around and relax at a coffee shop tbh.

or go to a sex store with no anxiety lmfao

cherry: thoughts on mainstream music?

man. i listen to a lot of people opine about mainstream music and pop, it's one of my favourite youtube pass times. but i want to at least mention one thing, i don't really like what tiktok does for music?

like yes it is nice to make niches deeper, but for mainstream music, it really just exhausts the songs that are on top of the charts. for example, i love kate bush's running up that hill (a deal with god), and i am incredibly glad people are getting more and more into kate bush. but also... i get why people are tired of it because it is so fucking hard to not hear it 5000 times on social media, which even if it is the world's most perfect song (i am not saying running up that hill is... or am i?), nothing will hold up to that. but at the same time, isn't it like how songs go viral or get blasted on radio? it does feel a bit like tiktok has expedited the way songs can expire in the public??

anyways, stream breathing and the dreaming by kate bush <3

[eunoiaastralwings]

Well, my turn: 🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. 💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em? 🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? ❌ What's a trope you will never write?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics?

Oh definitely the grumpy and sunshine trope. I love it so much - literally there's a smidge of it in all my fics lmao. I also enjoy the mutual pining and oblivious idiots in love! I definitely love also scenes where character thinks y/n is in love with someone else -misunderstanding. A dash of fake dating is always nice then growing real feelings.

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

omg - please - I love them so much - they're so cute! So good! I melt so badly!

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

lmao - one moment let me check my masterlist XD hmm - now that could be either The Rose Bush (Erestor x wife reader) or even Sing to Me (Maglor x Wife reader, ft. little Elrond and Elros).

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

I don't really know - am not a huge fan on love triangle even though I do watch kdramas lmao so idk I won't be writing those, maybe misc? One day? Idk.  One of the most common things am uncomfortable with is them the main love interest is protective of the lover - overly to the point of being physically violent towards anyone who slights their lover. Yes, some bit of protectiveness endearing - I agree and there's nothing wrong with that! I might there's no need to over the top do it ! ! It's not a trope - but I will never be writing anything to do with pregnancy or miscarriages - it's too much of trigger for me and too close to home. I stay away from those type of fics too.

thanks for asking hun - hope you like </3

[averagelookingguy]

WOW is he ever 🔥 and sexy 💋 hunk oh and nice bush of pubic hair just the way I like them

wyatt cushman

[stringsofstarlight]

11:11

    Ding, went the notification, as I get up, a crumpled mass of human from jumping out of the moving car.   Well, it may have only been going 5mph at this point, yet moving nonetheless.   Checking, patting around for wallet and  phone, the second ding is just to the right of me on the ground.  Picking it up thinking O might be trying to get in touch, but instead was the following, “Thanks for riding with Chad, show your driver some love with a nice tip”.  Yeah, I thought,  “I’ll show him some kind of something,” as I start walking across the threshold of the park images of the felines, and now chad’s crazy ride all a flutter in the mind.   

      Ding, goes the damn phone again, ““Great, chad is gonna DM me to clamor for a tip, which surely ain’t..” but instead was the following, ““be careful, I slipped something your drink when you went to the bathroom, I, I, sorry, be stalwart, see you soon, O”…this message will self destruct in 1,23,…

    “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” asking out loud to myself as the sounds of the crows kept getting louder and louder.   Looking down at the phone, it went completely dark, “can’t be, the phone was just at 80%, no way it’s out, shit, don’t have the charger” all the mundane thoughts that went through the mind.   Gosh, the birds kept getting louder and louder, funny cause there really aren’t that many people around, it was just a normal bustling Manhattan day when I made the plunge from chad’s near death run.    Venturing deeper into the park, a few things begin to look a little bit off, the trees look way less mature than I remember and the receptacles for refuse are way classier and shiny…”What up,” is all I can think, damn chadisms have already sunk in.   That’s when I heard it, ““clippety, clop, clippety, clop…a whole symphony of it getting closer and closer, better duck into the bush, O, did say to watch out,” the thoughts becoming audible as the sounds got louder and louder.   That’s when I saw it, oh, dear reader, it is hard to explain, but here goes somethin’, it was like a parade of carriages all brightly decorated, the noble steeds carrying their occupants, at a slight gallop in a kind of gallantry that was lost after the Great War…

To be continued

I love you always and evermore.❤️‍🔥

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Blessings and love to the family.💐

eternal love,

james