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clairerosetarot · 1 day ago

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PICK A PIC! Your Future Spouse’s Kinks | 18+ 💦

Also: Don’t give to much meaning to the words in parenthesis, they are just used to specify which gif is which, try to focus on the feeling instead! 🤭🧘‍♀️

Well hello there guys!!!! I’m so sorry that I took so long to get back, March is really kicking my 🍑 lol. Anyways I’m back and wont take a break again for quite a while I hope. :) Let’s get started with the reading.

Decks Used: Rider-Waite and The Golden Future (oracle) by Diana Cooper

Pile 1 🌊

Cards: The Lovers, Illuminated Light, Family Relationships.

Wow, This is really interesting Pile 1! I’ve never really heard of this before but it seems like your partner has enveloped sexual energy with a light, almost healing, loving one. I believe they have a ‘love kink’ is that even a thing? lol 😆 Or perhaps a mutual praise kink. Showering you with expensive gifts and travels too. I swear I had a pile similar to this in my last reading so if you picked that as well then this is definitely for you.

I feel like your partner didn’t have all the love in their household available to them growing up. Maybe their parents were divorced, or just always away for work. They saw this and wanted things to be different, imagined a life for themselves where they marry who they really love and shower them in it everyday. If their parents weren’t divorced then maybe they just come from a culture where showing love outwardly isn’t expressed and they felt like a black sheep for wanting that. They want to engage in extreme sensory pleasures with you, pile 1. No pain, just pleasure is what i’m hearing. Massage oil, feathering touches and caresses in between soft kisses, chocolate honey and strawberries (Food is coming through here - could be a Taurus ♉️), maybe some flavored lube lmao 🤣 They are sort of cracking me up with this and if you are a sort of ‘bossy’ type of person and having trouble receiving such affection I get that, but they will also make you feel good AF!! “Just lay back and left me try to make you squirt” Is what i’m hearing LMAOO they are kinda freaky but wrap it in such love and respect they hold for you. If you were expecting hard bondage and slapping i’m sorry my dears, this person probably doesn’t get that but will do it to make you happy i’m hearing.

Overall Your future spouse will love you in the most tender and heartfelt way! You’ll feel adored, cherished, and supported every single day. The future looks bright and full of love! 💕🌟

Hope that brings a smile to your face!

Pile 2 🌊

Cards: The Star (why so many major arcana already lol I think my readers rate attracting some big time freaks 🥵), The Waters of the Planet, The Super Love Portal, The emperor jumped out also.

Okay, can somebody say dom?? Even if you are to wed a women pile 2, your future spouse will be dominating AF. They might like to hear you cry Mommy/Daddy for them 🫣. You guys are the type of couple that falls into these roles very easily in bed ( or elsewhere 😏) and keeps it up until old age. Big “old couple grinding on each at the nursing home” energy here lmao. They will also have a voyeurism kink, I think they are little too possessive to actually have s*x in front of other people, but perhaps letting others know in a sneaky way by leaving hickeys on your neck or scratches on your back.

You know how some people are subjected at work by their boss so they become dominant in bed? Well, your future spouse is the opposite. They have a dominant almost domineering presence at work and a loving, but also just as firm role in s*x. They could be an ENTJ, i’m not good with mbti but they fit that vibe. As for signs i’m getting Scorpio or Capricorn energy, not necessarily their sign just the energy they have. I feel like this person is cold to certain people, especially at their job, however when it comes to you, let’s just say they indulge in you in extra special treatment. You definitely get pretty princess treatment with them, that’s how you’ll know they’re the one! But be careful pile 2 as if you are not used to this treatment it will attract jealousy. My advice is to mediate and communicate well together outside the bedroom since your chemistry is so electric within it. 😉❤️‍🔥

Overall Your future spouse will be a strong, dominant, and confident person, but their love for you will be equally strong and full of devotion. They will protect, lead, and support you in ways that make you feel safe, loved, and empowered. Together, you’ll conquer the world! 🌍💪

Hope this reading resonates with you! 🌟

Pile 3 🌊

Cards: Page of Wands, Our Beautiful Planet, The 12 Chakras,

Let me set the scene for you my pile 3s: you can tell your partner is a little nervous, they don’t give themselves to just anyone. They are sensitive, sweet, smart and highly spiritual. You two get close and you ask them lightheartedly flirting what they like in bed. Still their cheeks warm just thinking about it. They muster the courage themselves to tell you; Making you c*m with me.

Pile 3, your future spouse is definitely the shy and sensitive type. The type you want to bring home to your mother and keeps an open mind about all your tarot-loving hippy dippy stuff. They feel bad about it, they really do, but when you’re around looking the way you look to them, they think of nothing else but making you c*m. I think they will have a kundalini awakening with you that causes this. When you to come together… and c*m together, it feels earth shattering and universally orgasmic. 🤤

I almost don’t want to say to much in comparison to the other piles because of what a sweet soul they are, but they could be bullied in the past and that causes them to have a lot of empathy or others, especially for women. Unlike many they want to know how to make a woman reach her climax and they get off more on that sometimes than taking. I’ll leave you on that delightful note to ponder, pile 3.

Your future spouse will be a warm, sensitive soul, giving all their love and care to you. Their deep emotional connection will make you feel safe and loved, and they’ll always put effort into making your relationship flourish. Together, you’ll build a beautiful, loving life. 💖🌟

I hope this reading fills you with love and positivity! 🌷✨

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That’s all y’all! See you next time, and remember if it don’t apply let it fly!

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shoukokus · 1 day ago

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hiii im the anon who requested the black widow reader! im here to request again if thats okay :)

can I request the housewardens finding out reader has been taking care of some kittens they found in a box? (like 3-5 kittens max) and they only find out cuz reader eagerly texted and called them abt it and wanted the boys to see the babies?

also idk if I asked but if I didn’t can I be 🌙 or 🌧️ anon? if not thats ok (I feel like I asked alr did I forget??)

CUTE

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is very concerned when you miss class, but when you text him asking him to come over, it turns to boyfriend annoyance

He insists on waiting until classes are over, and that you need to come as well, but with both of you stubborn, you stand your grounds

Hours later he shows up at your dorm, ready to chew you out for being irresponsible

But when you pull him in, all excited and eager, he pouts and lets it go. FOR NOW

As you tug at him into the living area, all words fall short when he sees several kittens crawling around the room. They were meowing and pawing at each other and Riddle's heart skips a beat

Perhaps if you missed class in order to take care of these less fortunate creatures... he could look past it and also maybe help?

Leona Kingscholar

Leona was probably just looking for an excuse to skip class, let's be honest, and seeing you gone was just that

He wanders, loosely heading for your dorm, and is surprised to see you outside. Why would you be okay to be outside (as in not sick) but not in class?

Obviously he surprises you by the way you jump at him calling to you, and you almost guiltily turn to face him

There's a box in your arms that's... moving?

A little kitten's head pops up and Leona nearly groans. You didn't. Please tell him you didn't

As you explain yourself, you're giving all the little cats head scratches. ..He'd like you to put down the box and give him that attention. It's not a request, it's a demand

Azul Ashengrotto

After class, you disappeared very quickly, not even kissing your boyfriend goodbye!

He has to get back to the Mostro Lounge, so he sends the twins just to make sure you're all right (and not mad at him) but then they don't return!

Azul huffs and decides to get to the bottom of this, heading over to your dorm. He just about faints at the scene he finds. You, the twins, and half a dozen kittens crawling all over the place

"W-what the.." he stutters out, growing red when you take his hand, happy to see him and wanting him to join in playing with the new residents

Azul doesn't have much experience with land pets, but the twins seem to be having a lot of fun (in their own Leech ways) so he wouldn't be outdone

He's secretly very proud that you took on such a task out of the goodness of your heart. The spirit of benevolence must be rubbing off on you

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim shows up at your place constantly without warning, just wanting to spend time with you, but today you aren't here!

He sadly waits on the steps until you finally begin to approach with some bags. Kalim rushes at you planting kisses on your face. You must have been shopping at Sam's!

But what were you buying that Kalim hadn't bought you already?

You smile cheekily, pulling him inside to reveal that your home had been taken over by a litter of kittens!

Kalim wants to own every animal he ever sees, and this is no different. He's already naming them and calling them your children. HE'S SUCH A PROUD PAPA

Seeing you help these kittens just makes his heart beat faster for you. Such compassion for helpless creatures is a recipe for love <3

Vil Schoenheit

Vil spots the animal fur on you from a mile away. You couldn't possibly hide the fact that you had multiple kittens, not from him

He confronts you about it, trying to make sure that it doesn't interfere with the rest of your life.

After that conversation, you repeatedly try to introduce your boyfriend to the kitties, but he doesn't need all the hair, the smell, the scratches, that come with them.

Eventually it's unavoidable though, he has to spend time with you after all.

Vil is not immune to kitty cuteness, don't get me wrong, but he just doesn't... get it.

Although he does take a liking to a particularly calm one of the bunch that simply rests in his lap peacefully. To have that, just holding your hand as you watch a movie together.. That wasn't so bad

Idia Shroud

Knowing how much your boyfriend likes cats, you tell him right away

It instantly becomes his life. Buying little clothes for them, ensuring they have all the coolest cat technology, taking LOTS of pictures, and even being at your place with them instead of his room when he's "attending" classes

The two of you have a shared file of pictures, and he makes one of them (a picture of you holding up two of the little ones) his lockscreen

You laugh one time and joke about how they're like your kids, and he gets SO red. Him? You?? KIDS??

Doing this with Idia is just such a cute idea dfkjsf;sdlfhs, so wholesome and really gets him passionate about something.

Most of all, though, he loves getting to do it with you <3

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was not happy about how distracted you had been lately

Running off with no warning, and the only thing Grim would say is that you went back to the dorm

Obviously he had to regain your attention, so he teleports into your living room. He's met with you fixing up meals for several kittens that were meowing at your feet

"Dearest?" He asks, eyes wide as he regards the scene. You smile at him and say to come and meet the kitties!

You sheepishly told him that you found them at the last town you went to, and couldn't just leave them on the street. He understands of course, your compassion is one of the things he loves most about you, but you could've asked for his help!Truthfully you didn't know if he'd want to, they are a handful and you have to devote a lot of attention to them!

He does pause at that, but with a flick of his wrist, the meals are done and all the kittens are eating peacefully. He takes you by the hand with a satisfied smile. "Now, then, you're free."

So sorry that this took so long. Just been working through stuff and personal things going on in my life. Hope to get some motivation back soon!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #headcanons #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader #idia shroud #malleus draconia #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

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knowbites · 2 days ago

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　✶　SPRINGTIME LONGING　｡｡　feat.ㅤhan jisung

　────　as soon as he meets you, he's head over heels . . .

⠀ pairing.⠀⠀han jisung x f!reader⠀wc.⠀⠀3 k words ⠀ genre.⠀⠀fluff⠀cw.⠀⠀not really, it's a cute love at first sight fic, bridgerton inspired. mention of little wounds tho ( scratches, really ) & minho 's soonie is a paid actor here!

an.⠀⠀happy saturday .. and happy bday to @cinhomi ! hi my sweet rora, this is for youu! i know it's short, and just an edited version of an old fic of mine, but this is one of my fav works out of all i've written so far, and i wanted to gift it to you. i hope you like it 🤍

The carriage stopped, and Jisung didn't wait for the coachman to open the door before jumping out. He was late, and although it wasn't unusual, his old friend Minho would kill him if he didn't show up on time.

He didn't bother to look at his pocket watch as he walked the cobblestone path of the Lee manor's entrance, hands clenched into fists, and flashed a quick, apologetic smile at the housekeeper who opened the door for him before his fingers caressed the metal knocker. Her eyes, wrinkled with years, narrowed into two crescent moons at the sight of him, a smile curved with amusement: she had watched him grow up, had memorised his habits. The Lord Han she knew would never have arrived on time, even if he had wanted to.

Jisung hurried inside, giving her a brief grin as he felt the housekeeper taking the hat from his head to put it away, and paused for a moment to take a deep breath of air. The hall was empty, the only source of noise being the bustle coming from the kitchen, and Jisung knew that the guests had already been moved to the garden. According to the thorough planning that characterised his friend's mother, the gathering on the beautiful outdoors patio would lead to a long-awaited ‘welcome home’ meal, and Minho would surely notice his absence.

Shit.

He hurried through the hallways, the rustle of the fabric of his pants like a steady tune that followed the firm thuds of his footsteps on the marble floor, the soundtrack of a march that haunted him until he reached the big blue room. He had spent many afternoons playing with Minho in that place, scampering around the sofas and the servants, sneaking in and out to wallow in the grass, and he could almost feel the tightness in his throat closing up, as if he had just run with his friend to the oak tree by the lake and back.

He stood in the doorway, taking a deep breath to calm the erratic beating of his heart, flattening the lapels of his suit jacket against his chest. He wanted to think that the shaking in his hands was the effect of a day too cold and a coat not thick enough, but the weather had changed in the last few weeks and there was no snow left that hadn't melted. Jisung closed his eyes. He knew it was a side effect of his lack of social skills. He just didn't know why he kept arriving late to places when it made him so uncomfortable to have to enter a room full of people totally alone.

Then he realised that on that occasion it was the garden that was full of people, and he was the one who remained in a room, and he chuckled, shaking his head. What an idiot. He would be fine. Plus, he knew the Lee family—it wasn't going to be that bad.

Jisung opened the glass door carefully, almost afraid of shutting himself in, though he was not sure whether he was terrified of not being capable of getting out or of being unable to get in, and measured his steps as he made his way out into the courtyard. The first to notice his presence was Lady Lee, Countess of Gimpo, and on her face was drawn a beautiful toothy smile that Jisung could not help but mirror on his own lips, walking towards her when she quickly gestured for him to approach her.

The Countess ignored the panicked face of the butler, who should have announced Jisung as soon as he had arrived, and instead greeted him effusively and affectionately, pleased with his answers, his easy laughter and the myriad of promises about organising a gathering with his own mother as soon as possible.

Minho and his family had been travelling during the coldest months of the year, and now that the first rays of sun heralded warmer days in its most comforting form, they had finally returned, to enjoy the few months of heat before the new courting season began. And Jisung couldn't wait to hug his best friend again, even if it meant putting up with all the jokes about the experience he had gained in Europe and how little he had been missed. It was part of who Minho was, all the teasing, the sharp smirks, and the least he could do was get to his welcome back event on time, which… Well, he hadn't been able to do.

Lady Lee's attention gradually slid from her son's friend to the man she had been chatting with before, and Jisung took it as the signal to withdraw, offering a respectful bow towards them and walking away. He tried to —finally— find Minho in the crowd, but there was so much hustle and bustle and so many people that he felt overwhelmed, nervousness creeping back into his system, so he decided to wander to the margins of the patio, where waiters were standing by with trays, ready to serve the dishes as soon as the lunch was announced.

From the outside it was much easier to find Minho, distinguishing his broad shoulders among the people, moving in laughter at his companion's words. He smiled, recognising every curve of his best friend's back, the confidence in his posture, the heat rising to his cheeks as Jisung realised how big Minho had become, and saw the soft waves of his dark hair move in rhythm with his laughter. And he saw you, the companion, giggling too, covering your mouth with an expert twist of your fan, your cheeks flushed, in front of Minho. And when you looked at him, for a minute he forgot how to breathe.

Because looking into your eyes was like listening to a melody. He could hear the quartet that Minho's mother had chosen for the event playing from the little wooden platform by the lake, but it was a completely different tune than that. Your gaze, cheerful and serene, sang of mischievous breezes swaying the treetops at will, of dances without music barefoot on the grass and of the warm rays of the sun kissing your skin. You brought the spring with you, that spring that filled him with life and hope after a harsh winter, and as he lost himself in your shinny pupils, standing among the multitude, he wondered how his heart had been able to beat until that moment when it hadn’t had you to beat for.

“Hey, Ji!” Minho called his name, following your gaze, and approaching him in a couple of steps, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug.

Minho was dry in words, but his actions showed clearly enough how he truly felt.

Jisung's body reacted with the force of habit, relaxing into his hold with a quiet sigh, letting himself be embraced by the soothing warmth of Minho’s arms, but immediately tightening his grip on him, as if he was afraid that he would get back on that ship with the sudden desire to travel again. He couldn't allow it, he wouldn’t, at least for a long time. Unless they went together, that is. And after one last squeeze he let him step away, Jisung's hand firm on Minho's back, as Lee's only son turned to you.

“This is Lord Han, as I told you,” he explained, and you bowed before him, lowering your head with a lingering smile curving your lips. Jisung wanted to kiss that smile into his mouth, but he cleared his throat instead, trying to fill his mind with other —more appropriate— thoughts.

“Milady here wanted to visit our city,” he continued, offering his hand to you, waiting for you to rest it over his, and squeeze it with a familiarity that made Jisung’s heart sting, “so I proposed to her to travel back with us and stay for a while. She was the girl I told you about in my last letter.”

The last letter that had arrived that morning, and that he hadn't read because he was arriving late.

“Then you were absolutely right, my brother,” Jisung uttered, his words withering in his tongue as he linked the word ‘propose’ between you and Minho, “you were going on a trip to try and find beautiful views out there in the world. You truly discovered the most breathtaking one.”

Minho gave Jisung a playful punch on the shoulder, his chest filling with pride, ready to affirm any compliment his friend could mutter about you, but he stopped when he saw you addressing Jisung, your voice delicate and honeyed, still hidden behind your fan.

“My lord really praised your composer skills during our trip here,” you whispered, averting your magnetic gaze from his as if you were having trouble bearing the knowledge that Jisung was observing you, completely stunned, but also desperate to continue any kind of conversation with you. “He forgot to add how much of a gentleman you were.”

But just before either of you could utter a single word, you heard Lady Lee drowning out a terrified shout, standing by the terrace, completely overpowered, and a spark of furious orange fur running across the grass like a shooting star in the darkest night. Minho gasped, and Jisung knew. His cat.

You were the one who took the initiative, unaware of the startled glares, smashing your fan into Minho's chest and grabbing the hem of your dress in one swift move. Before Jisung could realise he was chasing after you, both of you followed the mischievous creature at a fast pace, ignoring the calls of the rest of the men at the event. Jisung stared at your back, starstruck, breathing caught in his throat as he realised you were faster than him, heart rate increasing every second that passed in his hasty run. The only thing he could comprehend was that it wasn't the first time he had dealt with Minho's cats, that they knew him, and that for them you were a stranger. It would be his fault if the animal got stressed in your presence and ended up hurting you.

The hurried race took you both to the forest adjacent to the Lee property, and by the time Jisung spotted your figure among the foliage, he froze. Your elaborate bun had come loose, your flowing hair falling over your shoulders, and you had your dress pulled too far up your thighs, fully prepared to climb the tree where Soonie was waiting, curious about what you were doing.

Jisung couldn't think. He didn't know if you had heard him arrive, if you had even been aware that he had chased after you, but he didn't care. He could only focus on the smooth skin he was witnessing —more than he had ever seen in his life— contrasting with the darker colour of your dress. You didn’t seem uncomfortable being barefoot, your low heels abandoned among the thick roots of the weeping willow, one foot resting on a gap between the folds of the robust trunk and your hands holding tightly to the lowest branches.

It would be difficult to reach Soonie, he thought, because its branch, although low, was too thin for a human, even dangerous with the way it was located above the lake. Jisung could understand why the cat had chosen that tree. He also liked the way its leaves swayed in the wind, and it really did look like a giant feline toy, but Soonie and his two brothers already had scratching toys and little houses in the manor, all handmade by Minho. The adventure had to end before something went wrong.

He had wanted to warn you of his presence, but a leaf creaked under his boots, alerting you, scaring you, and making you lose focus on your tightrope walk along the branch below Soonie's. You lost your balance completely, and Jisung saw your hands trying to grab onto something, anything, before falling into a loud splash on the edge of the lake. Jisung would have laughed if his heart hadn't jumped in his chest, if you had been someone else, if he wasn't so deeply scared that you were seriously hurt.

Jisung stated in his place, paralysed for a second. He would have laughed, if his heart hadn't jumped in his chest, if you had been someone else, if he wasn't so deeply scared that you were seriously hurt.

He rushed over to where you were, mumbling a string of “I'm sorry’s” as you quickly emerged from the water, taking a breath of oxygen, desperately holding onto the hand Jisung was offering you. Your hair formed spirals in the water, floating around you, just like your dress. The water was up to Jisung's waist, but he felt so overstimulated that he wasn't able to process how he had just gotten his pants wet. All he could think about was that your gloves had torn, and that he was touching your skin, the soft but bloody skin of your outstretched hands, and that you were so close he could feel your rapid breathing against his body.

He cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the thoughts that were popping into his head, and pulled you lightly so you could stand up. Only instead of getting angry with him, blaming him for spying on you, your lips curved into a smile, and you let out a crystalline laugh, closing your eyes and relaxing your shoulders in front of him. You were the picture of happiness, cheeks still rosy and your chest rising and falling against the corset at full speed. Even he felt on edge, with adrenaline bubbling against his ribcage.

“There’s no need to be sorry, lord Han” you whispered under your breath, your eyes falling over him, Soonie purring above your heads. “It was a funny accident. I shouldn't have tried to climb so high.”

You weren't apologizing for running away, Jisung noticed, and he couldn't help but widen his smile at it. He was getting lost in your gaze again, too captured by you, and everything was going too fast. He didn't know if it was good or bad, but he didn't want to stop. At least until he realised that you were getting goosebumps, and the first shiver ran through you. He cursed himself for not having acted sooner, and helped you out of the lake with difficulty, the ground on the shore completely muddy under your bare feet and his heavy boots.

Jisung avoided looking at you as he turned slightly to take off his expensive suit jacket, ready to give it to you, but when he turned to offer it to you, he saw that you were removing your dress. He rushed to put his jacket over your shoulders before you could continue, shame creeping up his neck and leaving a trail of blush in its wake, and you flashed a mischievous smile, fully aware of it.

“I’m not going to end up naked in front of you, lord Han” you assured him, grabbing the thick fabric of your dress and leaving it on the grass, the figure of your body crafted by the thin white nightgown you wore underneath, before snuggling into Jisung's warm black blazer, “you should court me before we get there.”

Your words snapped Jisung out of the haze he was in, suppressing the urge he had to run his hands along your arms to help you warm up, and he picked up your dress and shoes from the floor, keeping his hands well occupied. He was a gentleman, he shouldn't… He had to involve you both in situations appropriate for a young lady like you. Not in an improvised swim, where you were going to end up so... God, so delicate and delicious, looking at him that way.

But he couldn’t. He couldn't continue with that train of thought. Not when everyone knew where you were, when Soonie was judging you two among the roots of the tree, approaching Jisung with the confidence of having found a familiar human. Before he could get any closer, you crouched down, holding out your fingers so he could smell them. It took a suspicious look and realising that Minho's cologne was still soaked in your skin to accept being held in your arms, sticking to your body to provide you with more warmth.

Jisung had to remember to buy Soonie more treats the next time he visited Minho.

“Are you coming?” you asked, oblivious to the way the vision you were was killing Jisung inside, you in his jacket, with that cheeky smile, your hair a wet mess, but still looking so beautiful.

Still, he nodded, treasuring every second in his memory. One look, and you had cast a spell on him. He would follow you wherever you asked as long as you were the one to guide him. He felt like he was in the verge of a cliff, knowing you now held his heart in your hand as easily as you had taken Minho's cat, knowing that if you broke it it would hurt more than a bad cut with a rusty knife. He had fallen catastrophically, but he was sure it would be a pleasure to be irrevocably yours if you'd let him.

ㅤㅤwith love ,　© mars.　do not copy, translate, repost, share this work as yours on other platforms or feed it to the ai !　🔭 ˚. ⋆͏

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stevieschrodinger · 15 hours ago

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Part One FortyFour

Eddie’s standing in the doorway, waiting for Steve when he pulls into the driveway. Steve climbs out, grabbing his lunch box. Eddie insisted on packing it for him today, which Steve really appreciated. He had been only a tiny bit nervous when he opened it, but to be honest it was pretty normal, even if salad tomatoes, grapes and blueberries don’t instinctively go together, nothing was chopped too small, so Steve just picked out the tomatoes and ate those first. The goldfish were just loose though, so it was lucky Steve had the box flat when he opened it, and it only felt a little bit like a booby trap.

Steve deliberately keeps his face expressionless as he walks up to the house, Eddie looking on nervously. He frowns, “you okay Stevie? Was it okay?”

“I got it,” Steve says, doing his best to sound really sad.

“You...oh that’s okay Stevie- wait. Oh!” Steve grins, Eddie does a little jump before grabbing him up in a big hug, “you got it! You’re a kindergarten teacher!”

“Assistant,” Steve reminds him, nuzzling into Eddie’s hair, Eddie doing a little wriggly dance of excitement against Steve, “I get to call in Family Video on Monday and tell them I won’t be back, which is just...it feels really good. And now I’ll be home evenings and weekends and...it just feels a lot better, you know?”

Eddie grins at him, “so proud of you Stevie. We will get to have more time together. And I like this,” Eddie tugs on Steve’s new tie gently, making Steve snort a laugh.

“How are you?” Steve leans back more so he can rest a hand low on Eddie’s tummy.

Eddie shrugs, “good but...kind of nervous about later.”

“Yeah...but we need to know though, right?”

“Right,” Eddie nods, determined.

Steve hasn’t seen his catchers mitt since he was about thirteen, but he wonders vaguely if it’s still in the garage. He dismisses the idea pretty quickly, certain that Eddie would be deeply offended.

Steve and Eddie sit on the couch, staring into space. Trying to...absorb.

Owens had measured Eddie’s egg last time, and again this time, to confirm it was growing.

And it is. The smaller eggs that Owens thought were either failures or not fertilized at all had already disappeared, so he’s no longer concerned about any weird infections. He thinks that Eddie may have just passed them, or they might have just...gotten reabsorbed, which Steve just, chose to ignore, rather than getting freaked out by it.

“This is...a lot, right?” Eddie asks quietly.

“Uhm. Yeah. Yeah it kind of is.”

Eddie’s fingers creep over the couch cushion, Steve tangles their fingers together when they make contact.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you...do? With a baby?”

Steve snorts a laugh. He looks over at Eddie, and Eddie’s bemused face just causes him to break down into, slightly, hysterical laughter.

“Joyce will help,” Eddie says, once Steve finally stops laughing.

“Yeah, pretty sure she will,” Steve confirms.

“I...can’t believe it’s in there...now. Right now.”

“I...yeah. I think this is going to take a minute to sink in.”

“I’m going to teach them to read. And play guitar.”

Steve sighs, letting himself flop over, lying with his head on Eddie’s lap, Eddie’s fingers immediately finding their way into Steve’s hair, blunted nails scratching softly, “you’re going to be a great dad.”

“And you,” Eddie says immediately. He tilts his head, “Stevie are you...happy about it?”

“Yeah, yeah of course. I...just didn’t think we’d have kids you know and that would be fine too but...yeah. I’m happy about it. Completely happy, I just...it needs to sink in. You?”

“Happy, but...little scared.”

“Do you want to tell people? Or...wait? Maybe we should wait until Owens checks it out again? If it’s still growing in a few weeks time then...it’ll be more sure, right?”

“You think something could still go wrong?”

Eddie’s frowning, so Steve reaches up, smoothing the crease of Eddie’s eyebrows with his thumb, “baby...I mean, normal human pregnancies go wrong sometimes, right? And we’re two different species so I just think...maybe wait, just a minute?”

“I want to tell Chrissy.”

“Yeah...I know. I feel the same, I want to tell Robin. Even if it doesn’t work out, I’d like to tell her.”

“We should Stevie, I think it’s going to be fine.”

“Okay. Okay.” Steve climbs up off the couch, “I should tell them I got the job anyway, I’ll call Robs, invite them over.”

Eddie is staring down into the sink, “Stevie?”

“Just leave it. Please. I know I’m doing it okay, and I don’t know why, but it just feels important so. Please. For me.” Also Steve doesn’t want to talk about how he’s acting like a weirdo about this and it’s making him more than a little self conscious.

Eddie seems to accept that, “would you be happy with a bucket?”

“A bucket?”

“Yeah? Like, we could fill it with water, and then we’re not always wasting sinks full of water every time.”

Steve, for a brief second, thinks Eddie’s mocking him. But then he knows it’s Eddie and Eddie just...isn’t like that. “Yeah I mean...I don’t think it matters what it’s in, I just need it to be there.”

Eddie nods, “you were right about the beer. I am having a baby,” Eddie suddenly breaks into a big grin, “baby!” he whispers, full of excitement.

Steve gets it, every time the thought crosses his mind he’s filled with emotion. It keeps hitting him, again and again, and the feeling doesn’t seem to wearing off any time soon. “I know, come here.”

Steve holds Eddie close, relaxing into each others arms, “but you were right about the beer so...you must have known, somehow, right?”

That thought had been niggling at Steve, vaguely. He feels it in the dreams, he knows he does. He just doesn’t have any explanation for it. The dream is exactly the same, every time, every night. Like Steve is...in a room of soft light. It’s not really much to go off of, not really, but still.

“So does this mean you’re not going to argue about the milk either?”

“Two glasses a day, final offer.”

Steve snorts a laugh into Eddie’s hair, “I’ll take it.”

They just stand there, in the middle of the kitchen, holding each other close. Steve sets the occasional kiss against Eddie’s neck or cheek, and they don’t part until the doorbell rings.

Steve sets out a bowl of salad. It’s kind of cheat dinner, just frozen pizza, but still. You can’t invite people to dinner and then not have any dinner. Even if the dinner was an excuse.

“So,” Steve sits, “we have news.”

The girls stop bickering, “what?” Robin asks.

“Is it serious,” Chrissy is frowning, looking between the both of them. “Oh my god did Owens finally come up with something? Eddie, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Eddie grins, “but Stevie has a new job!”

Robin gasps, hitting Steve with a kitchen towel, “Judas!”

“Robin!” Chrissy smacks her arm.

“I mean. I’m happy for you, obviously. But you could have waited until I went to college. Now I’ll have to fight off Keith,” she shudders.

“I’m sure you’ll cope.”

“It’s the kindergarten thing, isn’t it?” Chrissy clarifies.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ve been and done some hours there already and...I really like it. The kids are fun but...sticky. Like, really sticky, a lot of the time.”

“I’ll be all alone,” Robin bemoans.

“You’ll be fine, stop it.” Chrissy looks from Robin back to Steve, “congratulations Steve. We are really happy for you.”

Robin gestures vaguely, her mouthful of pizza, “obviously happy for you dingus.”

“Thank you,” Steve says primly.

“And the other thing?” Eddie asks quietly, feeling for Steve’s hand under the table. Steve just nods, squeezing Eddie’s hand. Eddie takes a deep breath, looking back at the girls, “I’m pregnant.”

Robin coughs, spraying her plate and the surrounding table with pizza crumbs, Chrissy just...stares at them. Looking back and forth.

The silence lasts long enough that Eddie finally asks, “is it okay?”

“They’re just...a little shocked, baby. Give them a minute.”

“Oh my god,” Chrissy breathes, “I thought you were joking. You’re not are you?”

“No,” Steve says evenly, “not even a little bit. And we’re not telling anyone else yet, we just needed you guys to know first. Eddie’s going to get checked out again in a couple of weeks and then...if it’s okay, we will tell everyone else.”

“Holy fuck,” Robin gestures wildly between the two of them, “how did this happen? I mean...how did this happen?”

Chrissy is already up though, coming around the table, pulling Eddie out of his seat into a massive hug, “congratulations honey. Wait,” she pulls back, holding Eddie by the shoulders, studying him, “this is congratulations, right? You’re happy?”

“Yeah,” Eddie grins, but Steve can see his eyes are wet, “yeah, congratulations.”

“Good!” And Chrissy immediately pulls him back in, no hesitation from her.

“I feel too young to be an aunt. Steve, I’m not ready for this kind of responsibility!”

Steve just shakes his head, trying to resist kicking Robin under the table.

Once the news has, kind of, sunk in, they move to the living room, abandoning the remnants of dinner on the table. Steve can deal with it later, or tomorrow, he just really doesn’t have the energy to think about it right now.

“So,” Chrissy’s laid on her back, staring at the ceiling, “how..?”

Steve looks at Eddie and shrugs, “I’m...a little different to normal guys.”

“Like how different-” Robin starts.

“I’m not telling you what’s in Eddie’s pants,” Steve cuts her off immediately.

“But-”

Chrissy smacks her with a pillow, “we will respect their privacy.”

“You are no fun. No fun at all.”

“I am curious though,” Chrissy starts slowly, “I mean...why has this happened now? Like I know you guys have been boinking for a while. Like, very regularly-”

“Chrissy,” Eddie hisses, “you said girl talk is sacred!”

Chrissy does manage to get out, “sorry,” but it is broken by her laughter.

“She does have a point baby. And I mean...if it happened once, it could...happen again?” Steve’s thrilled to be having a baby with Eddie, even if there’s still a part of him that...wants to wait. Needs to know that it’s for certain.

Eddie nods, “no condoms for a long time.” He blinks then, pulling a leg up so he can turn fully on the couch to face Steve, “my birthday,” Eddie’s eyes widen, “my birthday wish!”

Steve immediately and almost instinctively knows Eddie is right. He feels it in his bones; that one time they did something different, and they haven’t done it again since, Steve can’t help it, he speaks without thinking, “oh I’m so sorry I knocked you up in a bathroom.”

“I’m so sorry we had to hear it,” Robin splutters when Chrissy hits her with the pillow again.

“So if,” Chrissy points at Eddie, “and stay with me here, Eddie is like, fifty percent Steve, genetically-”

“Owens said it’s more like forty,” Eddie tells her, “he compared my blood now to Steve’s blood and what he got before I changed.”

“Right, right,” Chrissy nods, “but still, if the baby is like, half Steve and half Eddie, does that make it like, seventy five percent Steve?”

Robin gasps, “how dare you suggest my niece is inbred.”

“I-” Chrissy starts, then stops again, “I mean that wasn’t what I was suggesting-”

“Nephew,” Steve tells her confidently, “it’s a boy.”

“I...are you saying that because you want a boy or..?”

“No,” Steve frowns. Thinking. He...he’s sure. He knows it like he knows Eddie should drink milk and not beer. He knows it like he knows there’s clean water in the kitchen sink. “No...I think I know it’s a boy.” Steve thinks about his dreams, the bubbly feeling he gets when he’s there, how everything is so soft and gentle and just...nice. “Yeah.” Steve looks to Eddie, “I think I know it is.”

“From the dreams?” Eddie asks quietly.

“I think so, yeah. Yeah it is.”

Eddie just nods, shrugging, before he turns to Chrissy with a big grin on his face, “we’re having a boy!”

“Robin is also a nice name for a boy-so fucking help me Chrissy!” It devolves into a fight, Robin trying to wrestle Chrissy’s pillow weapon away from her.

Steve and Eddie just watch.

Steve sighs, Eddie’s head on his lap. School hours are kind of nice. Since the florist closes up around three ish, and Steve’s work hours are now eight until four, it means they get every evening together.

Unfortunately today, he came home to find Eddie throwing up in the downstairs bathroom.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, loads. I think I’ll be okay to go to practice.”

That’s what Steve was afraid of, but he takes a deep breath and mentally squares his shoulders. The guys at practice definitely don’t exactly like Steve, but he figures that’s huge progress on the open hostility he was facing in the beginning.

“I have the stuff for snicker doodle.”

“I know,” Eddie grins up at him.

“Oh you little,” Steve pulls Eddie more onto his lap, going for kisses and a sneaky tickle.

“Stop!” Eddie laughs, “no no no!”

Steve has hung around for the last couple of practices, cheering on the band and doing his best to keep his expression blank through the physical pain caused by incredibly loud feedback at about ten feet away.

He’s vaguely aware that, in the eyes of the band at least, that makes him the clingy groupie.

He doesn’t think he cares.

But tonight he’s doing his own thing, so he drops off Eddie and the cookies, and heads off to the rec center.

Robin lets him in, and he follows her along the hall, calling, “hi Mr and Mrs Buckley!” into the lounge on his way past. There’s a vague response, followed by Mr. Buckley shouting something about the bedroom door staying open.

Robin looks over her shoulder to roll her eyes at him, “Chrissy doesn’t have that rule,” she waggles her eyebrows.

Steve snorts a laugh, “I wonder why.”

“So how did it go?” She asks, bouncing on the bed.

“Yep, they get together to practice and mess around once a week in the evenings, and then there’s a pick up game at the weekend for whoever shows up basically. Sounds really relaxed, but the guys who were there seemed cool so,” Steve shrugs, “I’m looking forward to it, going to go this weekend.”

“Awesome,” she nudges him, “oh! I got you something!”

She bounces off the bed. Steve watches as she pulls some stuff out of the top of her closet. And then pulls over her desk chair and climbs up, moving more stuff around. He is further bemused when she goes out of the room, coming back with a butter knife. Steve watches her, top half pretty much in the closet, there are brief sounds of a struggle.

“Errr...you okay?”

“Yup!” She turns on the chair, throwing something wrapped up in a paper bag to Steve, Steve catches it, watching as Robin undoes whatever she just did, and puts everything back. Steve pulls a copy of ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting,’ and snorts a laugh. “Thank you, what’s with the…” he gestures vaguely.

“Could you imagine if my parents found that?”

“Yeah. Yeah actually, totally fair point.”

They’re lying sideways across Robins bed, talking quietly, their legs hanging off the edge.

“So, thought of any names?”

Steve snorts, “no, not yet. We’ve not talked about it. I think we’re both...kind of waiting for the next check up, you know? Just...to be sure.”

“That’s fair. I’m sure it’ll be fine. God I cannot wait to see the look on Hoppers face when you tell him. Promise me I will be there. I need this.”

Steve laughs, “yeah, Eddie enjoyed the pot luck so much he wants to do one at our place and invite everyone. Maybe we can do one of those cheesy reveals, I don’t know. Eddie loves that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah.” They’re quiet for a minute, “how are you feeling about it though, I mean, it’s a big deal? Like...this is going to change your whole life.”

“Yeah, I know...but I mean...me and Eddie have come through some stuff, and I know he’s excited about it. I...we’re going to be fine. And I always wanted kids so...I mean it’s really unexpected obviously. I just…” Steve takes a big breath, “I really want this…”

Robins hand creeps into his, giving it a squeeze, “I’m really happy for you…but why did that sound like it had a but.”

“I don’t-” Steve runs his hands through his hair, frustrated with himself, “it doesn’t, not really. I’m really happy, I swear, I just...there’s this one thing. And it’s...completely irrational.”

“Ah yes, because you’re always so rational. Come on, tell auntie Robin.”

Steve snorts a laugh, warmed by Robin’s commitment to the auntie thing. He stops for a second, gathering his thoughts. His mostly, so far, vague and nebulous thoughts about the whole thing. It’s only a little niggle really, but still. “I don’t have a logical answer for it, I just really feel like...if I’m having a kid, I should be married to the person I’m...doing it with, you know? That’s all it is though, it’s just...this stupid feeling that I...should.”

Robin nods, “I...follow you Steve. And first of all, your feelings aren’t stupid,” Robin even lifts herself up on her elbow so she can glare down at Steve as she tells him that. Steve lifts his hands in defeat before she flops back down and continues. “I mean, if you’ve kind of had that plan for a long time, and I guess a lot of people just...sort of assume their life will go that way, you know? It’s not unreasonable to kind of...rest your dreams on that kind of path, even if it’s just an assumption and not like, you know, an actual plan.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I mean...this isn't Eddie’s problem though. It’s my problem, and I can’t make it Eddie’s problem. I don’t...the last thing I want is to upset him, you know? Especially now.”

“I know but...I don’t think you need to keep how you're feeling from him Steve, you two are such a team, you know? I think he’d be understanding.”

“Yeah I get that but...but doesn’t matter, does it? I can’t change it, it won’t happen, so why trouble him with it? It’s just a...feeling I have.”

“If he was worried about something, even if neither of you could do anything about it, wouldn't you want him to share his burden with you?”

“Oh shut the fuck up, stop being so...reasonable. And it’s not like that anyway, it’s Eddie...you know, it’s kind of, my job to look after him. He hasn’t even been human for that long, not really.” As soon as the words are out of Steve’s mouth, he knows he’s kind of, at least a little bit wrong. He’s had this conversation with Jon not that long ago. Eddie doesn’t need him in the same way he did a year ago, or even six months ago. He still thinks this way out of force of habit, he’s pretty sure.

Robin shrugs, “if you think. I don’t think it’s up to you to choose though. Besides, Eddie is smart, he can tell when something is bothering you. Ohhhhh...do you think his freaky mind powers are giving him an advantage? What if he can see your big white wedding dreams?”

“I...well shit. I mean, we haven't actually proven he has freaky mind powers at all. Owens was so excited by my blood sample we hadn't seen him for a while, and now he’s more concerned with, you know, the baby.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

Steve ponders what Robin said while he drives to pick Eddie up from band practice. He thinks about it when he’s making dinner. Stews on it watching a movie with Eddie. When he fills the bathroom sink with clean water, he’s aware of it. He stares at it for a second, deliberately leaving it. Eddie doesn’t ever question the water when he climbs into bed. Maybe the bucket is a good idea.

Steve lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, still thinking about.

Eddie snuffles across Steve’s shoulder until he settles against Steve, “something wrong?”

“Nah,” Steve says reflexively, trailing his hand down Eddie’s back.

“Stevie. You said we have to tell each other the big things. All the things.”

“Right,” Steve scrubs at his face, “yeah, I did say that. And...kind of, but nothing bad, okay?”

“Okay. Tell Eddidie.”

Steve snorts a laugh, “bringing out the big guns huh?”

Eddie nods, his curls tickling against Steve’s cheek.

“Well...I...we’re having a baby. That’s a thing that...you know, is happening, and I’m so happy, I guess. That it’s me and you and...you know, hopefully the baby in you is fine and all that works out, right?”

“Right?”

“Yeah okay but...and it’s not bad, I promise. I just always thought that when I get to be a dad I...I’d be married to the person I was being a dad with, you know?”

Eddie’s quiet for a second, and then Steve feels him shrug, “so we should get married then?”

“Eds we can’t-”

“No, no, I mean just...have people over. It’s just words right, in front of people? We can still do that, right?”

“I...I mean, it wouldn’t be legal.”

“Does that part...is that the part that matters to you? The legal part?”

Steve thinks for a second, “no, actually, I think that’s the part I don’t give a shit about.”

“Okay,” Steve feels it when Eddie shrugs again, “so lets get married then.

“We will have a fall wedding.”

“Steve snorts a laugh, you repeating dumb shit off the TV again baby?”

“No,” Eddie immediately denies it, “I like the trees then.”

“Uh hu, but isn't the idea to have the wedding before the baby? Owens said he had no idea how long your gestation might be.”

Eddies nose wrinkles, “don’t use that word. I’m pregnant.”

Steve sighs, waving a hand, “no you're right, come here baby I’m sorry. He also said gravid and that’s way way worse.” Eddie climbs into Steve’s lap, letting Steve cup the subtle curve of his stomach, “how is he doing?”

Eddie shrugs, “everything feels the same.”

“Maybe he’s in a food coma, you did just eat like twenty chickens worth of legs and wings.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, snuggling close, “Owens says its fine if I’m craving protein,”

“Uh hu,” just do me a favor and include a vegetable-” Steve’s interrupted by the phone ringing

Eddie slumps off him onto the couch, “if its Max or El tell them I love them and they’re perfect.”

Steve gets up, “and if it’s anyone else?”

“They probably smell?” Eddie hazards, “not Joyce though!” Eddie calls after him.

“Hello,” Steve answers, still chuckling.

“Steven, glad I caught you.”

“Mom?” Steve feels vaguely blind sided. They haven't spoken for...months. Quite a few months, and even then their vague interactions have centered on utility bills and couriers coming to pick up his mothers jewellery.

“Steven, I know we haven’t been to Hawkins for a while now, so we’ve decided there’s no point in maintaining the house any longer.”

“Oh,” Steve says, thinking, well, don’t sugar coat it or anything.

“Obviously you have a room at the place in Detroit, the realtor will be in early next week to take photographs, so make sure the place is acceptable. Oh, and I’ll let you know the date for the movers so you can pack your things, okay?”

Steve feels vaguely sick, like the world just got pulled out from under him a little, “I-right. Okay, yeah, but I’m not...Mom I’m not leaving Hawkins, my whole life is here.”

“What, your career?” She laughs, more condescending than cruel. Like Steve is still a silly little boy.

“I...well. My job, my friends...I’m just. Not leaving.”

“Well…” Steve can practically hear here thinking it through as she course corrects, “you are an adult now, but you understand that will mean you need to get your own place? You’ll need to pay your own way with the utilities?”

“I...I know. Yeah, I- I’ll figure something out.”

His mother sighs softly, “it’s a girl isn’t it?”

Steve’s at a loss. His parents knowing the truth is...not a conversation he could ever have, but...this frames it in a way his mother can understand, “yeah.”

“You love her?”

“I...yeah. Yeah I do.”

“And she loves you?” His Mom sounds soft now, like he remembers her being when he was small. She’s a romantic, deep down. His dad might have slowly sapped the life from that part of her but...it’s always been there.

“Yeah...probably more than I could ever explain.”

There’s a moment of silence on the phone. Kind of heavy but...Steve feels lighter for it, “are you going to look after her?”

It’s...a bit of a strange question. The phrasing feels a little off, but Steve speaks this language. This soft secret thing his mom has had to hide away for so long she’s probably forgotten it exists herself, ‘are you going to be better than your father?’ she’s asking him, ‘will your priorities be different?’ she begs, ‘don’t let her end up like me.’

“We’re engaged,” Steve doesn’t know what pulls it out of him, in this moment, the phone cradled close to his cheek, his eyes water, ‘yes,’ he wants to tell her, and ‘I’m nothing like him’. He presses his free hand to the other cheek. It feels a little dreamlike, like he’s a little boy again and his mother is cradling his face, “there’s going to be a baby,” he admits, whisper soft.

“Oh,” his mother answers, and her voice sounds suspiciously wet, and oh so soft, before she clears her throat, Steve hears her pulling herself together, “your father won’t miss a few thousand dollars,” she laughs, actually laughs, real and conspiratorial, something briefly flaring to life that they haven’t shared for a long time, she sounds alive and rebellious, she sounds like a million memories from when Steve was little, “I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

“Yeah...yeah, thanks Mom. Really.”

“Our little secret,” she whispers to him, and it sounds like the forever kind of goodbye.

Steve stands for what feels like a long time, listening to the dial tone. The whole conversation couldn’t have been more than a couple of minutes. “Stevie? You okay?” Eddie disturbs him from his reverie.

“I yeah,” Steve swallows, emotion thick in his throat, “...look are you sure you want to get married in the garden?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, “it has to be here. With the pear trees, and the pool.”

Steve takes a deep breath, “how does next weekend sound?”

They lie in bed that night, curled around each other, “we really need to tell everyone else.”

Eddie nods, “if everyone comes around for a pot luck, we can tell them it’s to celebrate your new job. Then we can tell them about the baby and invite them to the wedding at the same time.”

“Baby...I don’t feel like I say this enough but...you’re the best. You’re just the best and I love you.”

“I know.”

Steve laughs, “you just...you just always make everything okay. You just...no matter what happens you just take it in your stride and you’re just...amazing.”

Eddie shifts, resting half on top of Steve, leaning in for soft, gentle kisses, “you’re the best too.”

They kiss for a while, soft and slow. Gentle. Loving. Eddie’s nails scratching at Steve’s chest through his shirt, and Steve’s hands slip up the back of Eddie’s loose sleep shirt, tracing his spine. It slows as they snuggle up, “I guess we actually need to plan a wedding.”

“Joyce bakes the best pies.”

“So you don’t want a wedding cake?”

Steve feels Eddie shrug, “we can, as long as there’s pies.”

“Yes, then. I’d like a cake. I’d like a picture of us cutting it together. I’m sure we can ask Joyce to make pies though. And...do you want to like, walk down the aisle together or-”

Eddie snorts, “no, obviously Joyce will walk me. You do the man part.”

“Right yeah, obviously, yeah,” Steve agrees, like how dare he even suggest anything else, but it still makes him smile into the darkness, “I vote El and Max do that flower girl thing?”

“Yeah. God idea. Chrissy is my head bridesmaid. She already said so ages and ages ago, when I first started at the flower store.”

“Well it’s only fair I get Robs as best woman then. Who’s going to like, marry us?”

They lie in the darkness for a few seconds, and then they both speak at the same time, “Hopper.”

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spicycinnabun · 2 days ago

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unsure if I'm going to keep this scene as part of the official fic. it may end up just being a beep-blooper! 🤖

EB threw back a shot.

He rolled the holoflames around in his mouth before swallowing. Tommy didn’t watch his throat, didn’t watch his Adam’s apple bob. When EB exhaled, a perfect vapor diamond floated out, rotating before their eyes.

Empty glasses were piling up as EB entertained them with various shapes: bouncing rings, a constellation of stars, a happy cat face. When he blew a heart in Bailey’s direction, Sal and Anderson cracked up.

“Am I the only one who’s bored,” Tommy said.

“Aww,” Sal cooed. “I think Tom wanted a heart, too, EB.”

Tommy rolled his eyes, feeling stubborn heat spreading along the shells of his ears. “I’ve just seen these before, that’s all.”

EB slammed his hands on the table, startling them. “I'll impress you,” he replied, grinning. “Just wait!”

Tommy quirked a brow. “Okay.”

“This should be interesting,” Anderson said.

EB told them he was downloading some party tricks, and when he started running the programs, Tommy was reluctantly hooked—less by the tricks themselves and more by how EB was performing them. Like a goofball.

At one point, he started juggling, urging them to throw stuff at him until he was rotating about ten different objects.

It was funny. Unfairly cute. EB kept looking over to see his reaction. Tommy finally cracked a grin, laughing. EB beamed.

And then things took a turn. EB started emitting music with a heavy bass. He began dancing in a not so cute way. He lifted the front of his shirt, exposing his stomach and a tease of thick pecs as he attempted to straddle Sal’s lap.

Tommy nearly choked on his beer.

“Whoa!” Bailey said.

“Oh my bot, I'm s-so sorry! I accidentally downloaded the bachelorette party pack,” EB explained in a rush, going blotchy blue as he aborted himself. The music practically stopped with a record scratch. “I-I've deleted it.”

He sat back down beside Tommy, LED spasming red, bad leg glitching with nervous twitches. Tommy squeezed the booth cushion so he didn’t drop his arm around EB’s shoulders like a protective date.

“It’s alright,” Tommy told EB as he pressed a little closer to Tommy. “It was an accident.”

Weirdly, it was alright.

Sal didn't blow up like Tommy thought he was going to. There was no anger. No expletives were thrown.

Instead, more laughter.

“You’re lucky my lady wasn’t around to see that, Magic Microwave,” Sal said. “She’d have taken you out back and shut you down.”

EB beeped, eyes widening. “Won’t happen again!”

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rickgrimesdoingrickthings · 2 days ago

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When she started to rock faster, all he could do was close his eyes and breathe shakingly, the pleasure so strong all he could do was feel it. Each time they made love it seemed to get better as they understood each other more.

When Wren contracted around him, she made him come, and she kept rocking, Rick felt such a strong orgasm that would get more intense as she rocked faster, he just froze, breathing, feeling such strong goosebumps, cumming so hard inside her, probably all he still had- and it started to drip to the floor as she had him even faster.

At some point he felt so relaxed he thought he would faint- she could go way more than he could when he was topping her, maybe because she was younger, maybe because she was just stronger in that aspect- all he knew was that she kept going way past what he could if he was topping, and that took him to the stars. He already got addicted to it, getting fucked by her, that was how it felt like. "My god...mnmgh...."His fingers gripped the carpet, he spread his legs more as she kept fucking him- it was going so beyond what he had ever- "Wren...mnngh.....aahn....that's..." and from then on he could just breathe quick breaths, twitching a lot, spilling the last of his cum, he forced his eyes open, seeing her image riding him so strongly, her hair, her breasts, her lips, she was so perfect- as he reached the peak of his pleasure, he started getting hit with the aftershocks, feeling absolute numb when she stopped and relaxed against him, he held her.

He was panting, still recovering, and when she apologized, he chuckled. "I know......me too...." Rick was spent. "It was...the first time a woman fucked me....and....wow...that was good...Wren..." Rick chuckled more, so happy and relaxed- their love making had been amazing for them both, that was great. "Yes...I want to shower with you. My legs are feeling numb right now though." He giggled more, it had been the best sex of his life and she was so adorable...he loved her so much.

"Wren...you're tough..." He kept smiling, eyes closed for a while as he embraced her, and he was still nestling inside her, pulsating against her, so warm. "You don't have to apologize. It was very good. Damn....it...it was...absolutely great....I'm spent..." He kissed her shoulder, one hand scratching her back softly, caressing her hair. Feeling her skin against his, his hard nipples brushing against it whenever she moved, her scent, her warmth, her breasts against him....

"You don't have to promise that. You can touch me all you want...I'm yours..." He was deeply in love. "Yes....yes let's shower. You'll need to get off me first." Rick chuckled again, hiding his face against her chest. "Just....be careful when...I'm still....mnmgh..." He wasn't hard anymore, but his tip was so turgid and soft he would have to be careful to pull it out, she was tight around him, and...if he came again in front of her, oh that would make him go all red all over again- making love was mutual but...feeling pleasure while she would be just watching him...that would be a different thing- that would be new and he totally would be shy about it.

"Mnmgh....sorry...I think I made a mess down here..." His face got warmer, they were so wet. Slowly he started pulling his cock out of her, the last sweet drop of pleasure going up his crotch sending him shivers- she was so tight around him, his tip getting a bit stuck near the end- what made him blush again. "Mnm...Wren...you...you'll have to relax a bit more...so I can..." He took his hand to try to hold his cock to try and remove it from her gently, but his fingers brushed against her clit by accident. "S....sorry...mnm...will...will that help you relax down here though...?" Even though they had just fucked hard, he still was polite, that relationship, that bond was still new to him, and he was enjoying every bit of it.

"Ahn...wait I'll...I'll try..." Gently he caressed her clit with his finger, giving it soft pinches, hoping she would relax a bit more so he could pull his tip out from her without them getting hurt. "Can you...help me here a little bit...?" He whispered, being so soft to her.

@littlewrensx

"Yes, I love hugging you." His cheeks still were flushing red. "I love...everything about you. I fell in love and every minute with you I love you more, and I'm not joking. I want to spend my life with you." He smiled when she pecked his lips and closed his eyes when she nuzzled their noses- he absolutely loved it, he did it as well, feeling their bond strengthen even more, Rick loved her love language, and when she stopped, he briefly rested his forehead against hers.

Rick listened carefully as she spoke, melting at her words, giving her as soft smile- she wouldn't judge him...that made him feel...lighter. "Okay...I'll keep that in mind...- you might find I'm too...cheesy though...." His voice had never been softer as well, he was relaxing enough to show her his true self- someone sensible who wanted to bond and share love. That was Rick's essence; it was simple and sweet and peaceful, and so underestimated by others.

He smiled when she leaned to kiss his neck- it felt so good, he was feeling loved after all. It sent shivers down his neck, made him feel numb almost, and his skin all senstive.

"Yeah, when you move. We've just done it, so I get all sensitive for a while; we've done it quite a lot...which is...good...and....- aaahnm-" He wasn't expecting she would move her hips again- Rick blushed all over again, his nipples got hard and his lips parted at the pleasure. Wow...she was...actually being a little dominant. He loved it- he loved to share dominance, to give her space to do what she wanted to him- feeling Wren on him felt like heaven, made him feel he belonged to her, all of him, and that made him feel crazy for her.

"I always want you Wren." The way he rested his head against her chest as he answered seemed so adorable- the tone of his voice and the load of affection he put in every word- it strongly hinted sex was just a detail compared with what he wanted- Rick was such a romantic. "What I'm doing to you?" He chuckled shyly. "I'm just...loving you." Rick smiled, nuzzling against her- he seemed very happy.

"Mnm....I love you too." He answered, his voice so honest, he was so calm and relaxed around her- and he was so happy it was mutual. "Okay...I'll stop...- but I'm being honest...you saved me...and...I'm so happy I can...make you feel good..." he muttered. Indeed, he did worship her- in a healthy way.

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Carl about it. He really likes you, Wren, I doubt he would dislike the idea of us being together." Then he chuckled as she said she wasn't ready to get off him. "I also like your noises..." he replied, melting at her touches, her hands feeling all of him, it relaxed and excited him at the same time- he absolutely loved her caresses, they made him want to purr again, groan in pleasure. "I also love everything about you. Every detail." That man was really in love. Her words meant the world to him.

"Uhn? Don't hate you? For wha-" He arched his head back and took a deep breath when she started having him- he really wasn't expecting it, what made it even hotter- his cock was still so sensitive due to their recent love making- he imagined they would just cuddle but damn, feeling her on him taking control, enjoying him, fucking him...- that took him to the moon.

He just couldn't move his eyes for a while, panting in pleasure as she moved her hip up and down. "....I....I also love when you fuck me like this...really..." Rick said between trembling breaths, surrendering to her. "I also want you to have me...Wren...I want you to claim me too...I'm all yours..." he was blushing hard, but not because he was ashamed- he was just so happy, it felt so intimate- and he had never shared such an intense connection with anyone-

As she moved her hip, his tip quickly got wetter inside her- he came a little bit, lubrificating them more, taking him to heaven as she kept having him- she was tight around him, every time she moved he felt his cock being pulled a little and getting massaged back into her, it got him moaning every time she went up and down, he really couldn't decide what part of it was better. "Wren...ahnmm....it's so good...." He whispered as his body arched back, all of him so sensitive. If was his first time getting topped by a woman, not having to do all the job, and it felt absolutely amazing, being fucked by her- he could just do nothing...just relax and surrender...and let her enjoy him and do it her way- he loved it. He was surprised at how good it was, not being the one leading it, just being fucked by her, it was new and so sweet- the way she moved up and down would make him come bit by bit, giving him some orgasm every time she tightened around him, not all at once but a bit every time she had him.

@littlewrensx

#wren x rick

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midnight-bay-if · 20 hours ago

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Taj's reaction when they go to the roof to observe the stars and finds MC doing the same. If Taj decides to stay anyway, MC starts talking about the constellations' and star's stories, like Sirius, a star that could be seen at sunset and was used by the Egyptians to know when the Nile would rise.

(This makes my heart happy. I also wrote this as if MC and Taj are just getting to know one another because feelings. haha.)

The rooftop was meant to be theirs. After a long day of well-meaning yet ultimately frustrating nagging from Selby and repetitive, back-and-forth ribbing from Rain, they were ready to escape to the stars for a few hours to recharge. Alone. It was already a pain in the neck to be forced into close proximity with you against their will, but now you were invading their space to further torment them?

And yet, you always appear taken aback when their patience runs thin, and their words become a weapon with which to wound you.

Initially, they think to ignore you and pretend you are not there. Do not even glance at them, they think, and I’m sure they will get the fucking message. They lie flat on their backs, one arm behind their head, as they focus on the stars, unobscured by the usual toxic smog that fills this filthy town. They aren’t as bright here as they are back home, but they will enjoy this rare cloudless night regardless—

“I see you enjoy watching the stars, too.” Taj grinds their teeth. It’s all their depleted energy will allow to demonstrate their ire. It does nothing to shut you up. You continue. You speak of your favourite constellations, far more knowledgeable than Taj ever would have guessed, and you recount their history. You never expect them to join in, but you point at the stars as you discuss them with a glint in your eye, as though their shine has been captured in their colour.

Your smile broadens when you speak of the Nile, of their home, and their jaw slackens, an aura of wistfulness enveloping them as they imagine a reunion with their clan, their family. Where once they longed for silence, now they yearn for you to keep talking; let your words paint a picture of home so they might rest a while amongst the dunes.

Taj doesn’t know how long they lay there listening to your stories, but when you trail off looking a bit sheepish, they realise it must have been a while.

“Sorry,” you say, scratching the back of your head, your feet shuffling on the spot awkwardly, “I talk too much, right? I’m probably disturbing you. I’ll go—”

Taj sits up straight, watching as you start to return to the fire exit, and they realise, fuckin’ hell, they don’t want you to leave. They want to hear more. They want to hear it all. But saying anything of the sort would cut them as deep as any of their scars.

“Wait.” They don’t shout; they barely enunciate the word at all, yet you stop and turn to them with the bright smile of someone oblivious to how ugly their thoughts are. “You, er… can come back again if you wish. Koel.”

It was a permission not even within their power to grant, yet you accept it gratefully, and Taj wonders what in the hell they were going to do with the bird who decided to make their nest in the stars they call home.

#ask answer #taj

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judesmoonbeauty · 7 hours ago

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𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕫𝕫𝕒'𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟙 + 𝕃𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣

CW: FLUFFINESS

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

(Mngh…..)

When I open my eyes, the sunlight shines on them and the scent of sandalwood softly tickles my nose.

(Oh…)

Jude was leaning on my shoulder with his eyes still closed.

Last night, we shared biscuits and exchanged some small talk.

At some point, I fell asleep.

(It’s my first time ever seeing Jude asleep.)

Jude: Huu…..

As I gazed at his sleeping face, I heard a faint sigh escape from his lips…..

In the middle of being startled by it, I heard a commotion coming from the hallway.

Theodore’s Voice: Good morning. ….Huh, what’s this? The flower pot’s fallen over!

Male Employee’s Voice: Something this heavy doesn’t just fall over?

Male Employee’s Voice: ….Hey, isn’t this blocking the exit to the president’s office?

Theodore’s Voice: So, then the president’s locked inside?

Male Employee’s Voice: Locked….Could it be a mysterious murder….The president is hated.

Female Employee’s Voice: I saw the president beating up a business owner who breached a contract the other day! That person might’ve done it.

Male Employee’s Voice: Oh, I also saw the president hanging a someone late in payments off the bridge! It was probably them.

(Wait, Jude’s been murdered all of sudden?!)

Well, there are a lot of suspects who’d want Jude dead.

Ellis’ Voice: Good morning.

(That’s Ellis’ voice!)

I’m sure Ellis will be able to clear up the misunderstanding.

Ellis’ Voice: Oh, Kate didn't come back last night either, so she might be inside.

Female Employee’s Voice: Even Kate…..She was such a good girl!

(Now, even I’ve been murdered!)

If this keeps up, the commotion’s just going to get out of hand.

Kate: Anyway, I need to wake Jude up, and then….

Theodore’s Voice: ..…Right, fer now let’s move the plant outta the way. Alrighty, let’s rush innnnn~~!

The door that we couldn’t do anything about, quickly opened….

Theodore: President!

The employees all rushed in at once and froze when they saw the state of the place.

Kate: G-Good morning…..

Meanwhile Jude, who was leaning on my shoulder, shifted…..

Jude: Nn…….

Then Jude woke up —

Jude: Why’re the buncha of ya showin’ up with yer stupid faces.

He sat up sluggishly, scratching his hair.

Theodore: The president’s…..still alive?

Jude: Hah? Who ya killin’ off all on yer own, idiot.

Female Employee: So, this means….

The employees all looked at me, and I looked up to Ellis for help.

Kate: Ellis, please explain what happened….

Ellis: Sorry, Kate.

Ellis: Jude told me not to say anything.

Jude: Ellis, why’re ya so persistent in the strangest ways.

-After that, I spent several minutes explaining the awkward situation.

Kate: Haah, I’m glad that weird misunderstanding’s cleared up.

Jude: Kate, turn here.

Kate: Yes…..mn?

His fingers casually touch my hair.

Jude continued to fix my bangs and then smiled.

Jude: Bedhead. That’s what happens t’kids.

(Hey…?!)

My heart pounds again being so close to his cruel smile.

Kate: J-Jude, it’s your hair that’s flying around everywhere.

Jude: It’s been like that from the start. Ya tryin’ to pick a fight.

Kate: Ouuuch….

My forehead was stinging from the force of the forehead flick.

Even so —

(….What do I do….Maybe I’ve gone crazy.)

(I’m getting excited despite Jude flicking me in the forehead…)

From that day on, I think is when my heart started going…..crazy.

Jude: Get me this contract signed.

Kate: Huh, is it okay for me to be handle this again?

Jude: What, I can get someone else t’do it.

Kate: I’ll do it! Please let me do it!

Jude: What are ya, a noisy dog jumpin’ at its owner?

(It’s because I’m SUPER happy….)

As I was trying to calm my climbing heartbeat, I suddenly felt someone looking at me and I tilt my head.

Kate: What is it??

Jude: Wouldn't ask someone who can't do the job in the first place, ‘cause it’ll just be more work.

Kate: Huh, then that means you’re asking me to do it because it's me— oof.

I let my tongue slip again and had the contract shoved mercilessly in my face.

Jude: I didn’t say that. Ya cheeky woman.

(Here we go again. Even though he's insulting me about being cheeky, my heart still pounds.)

(I….I….)

(Maybe I’ve become what Jude calls a “masochistic pervert?”)

[Transitions to Crown]

Jude: Ellis, what’s that?

Ellis: A cat.

In one of Ellis' hands he’s snuggly holding a pure white kitten.

Jude: I can see that, ain’t no way that runt’s a mutt.

Ellis: The bakery lady’s cat gave birth to a lot of kittens.

Ellis: She was in a fix because she didn’t have anyone to take it.

Jude: Ya take in anythin’ that’s in trouble. Bet you’ll even pick up a human one ‘o these days.

(It’s typical of Ellis to think of ‘s happiness.)

(But still….)

White Kitten: Meow.

Kate: Cuuute!

Jude: Take it back.

Kate & Ellis: Awww……

Jude: What’s with that look?

Kate: Do you hate cats, Jude?

Jude: Don’t like ‘em ‘cause they don’t take to me.

Could potentially also be translated as: “…They don’t like me" or "Ya can’t tame ‘em.”

Jude: They’re arrogant, ain’t got no money. It’s the worst.

(Ohh, are you pouting a bit?)

(Jude’s so cute.)

(Uhhhh - Did I think….Jude was cute just now…?)

My heart started to flutter and I tried to lower my eyes so Jude wouldn't notice...

White Kitten: Meow.

Jude: Tch, it’s so squishy.

Tbh, the line translates as “Tch, it’s so soft”…but I couldn’t help myself.

(Jude is SO cute…..!)

(But I can't look... it just makes my heart pound even more.)

Ellis: I’ll find someone to adopt it. So, let it stay here until then.

Jude: Hurry ‘n find someone.

Even though Jude was just speaking with his usual suspicious look in his eyes, I couldn’t help but feel a sweet ache in my heart.

(This could be really, really bad.)

A few days later, Ellis came to find an adoptive home for the kitten, just as he had promised Jude.

They are a married couple of hairdressers who have been looking for a mascot cat for a long time.

I thought it meant for a pet groomer, but the kanji used was for hairdresser, so I went with that. I thought it was weird that hairdresser would want a cat has their figurehead, but to each his own.

(Now that I’ve spent a few days with it, I’m going to miss it. I’ll just pet it as much as I want today.)

While I was looking for the kitten that was to be adopted the next day, I heard a meow coming from somewhere...

(I think I heard it coming from here….)

I peeked into the study through a crack in the door and saw Jude working there.

The kitten is sitting on his lap.

Jude: …….I’m glad ya found an owner.

White Kitten: Meoow. ≽^•⩊•^≼

Jude: Idiot, dunno what yer sayin’.

White Kitten: Meow?

Jude: That’s why I don’t understand ya.

White Kitten: Meeeow.

Jude: Yeah yeah.

Jude: Softies like ya should be livin’ a pampered life.

(Wh-What should I do….)

Holding my chest tightly, I stepped away from the study, careful not to make any noise.

Jude's gentle smile, which is something I rarely see, makes my heart tingle and I can't stop it.

(…..Yeah, I like him. I like him so so much.)

I tried to resist, I tried to deny it, I tried to struggle, but…

It was already too late, and once I admitted it, it fell into my heart with a thud.

When we first met, I thought it would be hard to even find one thing I liked about him.

(…..I’ve fallen in love with Jude.)

(But what do I want to become with Jude?)

Of course there’s the desire to touch him and to be touched.

(But, before that -)

[Transitions to Palace Library]

Victor: Books related to international trade are located here, and books on economics, here. And…..

When I asked if I could borrow a book from the palace library, Victor kindly gave me a tour.

Kate: Thank you, Victor. I know you’re extremely busy.

Victor: If I can't help you, I should quit my job altogether.

Victor’s always so cheerful, it reminds me of his amazing calibre.

—Just then, I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.

Kate: “Sleeping Beauty”……

Victor: Indeed, the children’s books are kept here.

Victor: We have Alice in Wonderland here, and Snow White there. All of Crown’s.

I place my fingertips on the spine, which has "Sleeping Beauty" written on it.

Turning a page of the book I took out…..

When the princess was born, a feast was held at the castle.

Twelve fairies were invited, but the thirteenth was not.

The thirteenth fairy was resentful for being left out,

So a curse was placed upon the princess, “In the princess's fifteenth year she shall prick herself with a spindle and fall over dead.”

I decided to use the actual quotation from the Grimm Bro’s version of the tale, since Kate is quoting the book. This is the version of the tale being used for Jude.

The twelfth fairy, who hadn’t yet given her gift, wasn’t able to undo the curse….

But she cast a spell to weaken the curse.

"It shall not be her death. The princess will only fall into a hundred-year deep sleep."

(As a child, I never questioned the story, but…)

Kate: …..Is it really true that the 13th fairy cursed the princess because she felt left out?

Victor: What’s that?

Kate: For instance, maybe something terrible had happened to her before, or she knew they were going to be faced with a crueler fate.

Kate: Sorry, I got carried away…..

Realizing that I was super-imposing upon someone, I quietly looked down….

Victor: No, I think it’s a wonderful thought, Kate.

Victor: Do you remember that the cursed are destined for a tragic end?

Kate: Yes, of course. There is no escaping that fate.

I still don't know the fate that Jude has to bear.

I don't know, but the thought of it makes my heart ache.

Victor: Yes, I don't know anyone who has escaped a tragic end.

Victor: Nevertheless, I also think this…..

Victor: Just as there are many different interpretations of fairy tales, is it not possible to change the way we view tragic endings?

Victor: Kate.

Suddenly, a soft voice called out to me, and I looked up in surprise.

Victor: Have you fallen in love with Jude?

Chapter 11 Letter

Additional Work

‘Sides the contract I gave ya the other day, I got another signature fer ya to get me. Details are in the memorandum. Ha, weep with joy princess. Yer just dying’ to work arent’cha? Hopin’ to be as helpful as ya can to Jude. Ah, lately….you’ve been lookin’ at me weird, what’s with that? Like yer hopin’ somethin’ from me. Well, knock it off. When ya look at me, it’s so irritatin’ I can’t stand it.

𝒥𝓊𝒹ℯ 𝒥𝒶𝓏𝓏𝒶

[Main Story Master List] [Chapter 12]

Bless my baby, he's adorable. He's also very transparent. I love that his employees know how he treats the people he goes after.

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best-enemies · 9 months ago

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Just watched S09E11 of CSI, 'The Grave Shift', after last night's 'One to Go'. I don't think I'll ever recover from Grissom, my favorite character, leaving the show, but his exit was still beautiful and so, so Grissom. Him just telling the team "Yeah so, I'm leaving" and having little moments with each of them, warmed my heart (the character that represented me the most was David, who had to bolt out of the room after Grissom said, "I'll miss you, though", barely managing to hold back the tears before leaving).

And oh my god. His reunion with Sara. They didn't even need words and it was absolutely perfect. Watching Grissom feel physical pain from his break up with Sara broke my heart -- you can see how much he loves her. I hate that they'll break up again; I don't remember how or why exactly, but it feels unnecessary, but I'm comforted by the fact that, ultimately, they'll end up together for the rest of their lives.

One of the things I love about this episode is how they all paid a little homage to Grissom and, near the end, Nick, who was offered Grissom's office, invited Greg and Riley to share it with him. Fits right in with Nick's sweet personality. I love how he says they need all the good energy from that place. He's really Grissom's n#1 pupil ♡

(Shout out to Hodges, one of my favorite characters from this rewatch, walking in and bringing the pig fetus saying it belongs there. I love how bitter he is after Grissom left and how he's not willing to get over it any time soon. Forget David, Hodges is the character that represented me the most, lol).

I need to say, my brain completely ignored the fact that, when Grissom offered Ray Langston a job as a CSI he said that it was an "entry-level job". Instead, I thought he'd get the job as the team leader and it was weird for me to see him being so inexperienced at a job. But all of that is because, one, I haven't rewatched CSI in ten years and forgot about like, 97% of the show and two, I have rewatched Hannibal way too many times and got used to Laurence Fishburne playing a boss, and a damn good one. I do like his character, though!

I'm not a fan of Riley though. I don't know why, she seems mostly competent at her job, fit right in, but at the same time it's not really like she fit in? I felt like maybe she could have had some adaptation into the team, after all she was replacing a long-time team member, Warrick (will talk about him later). Her introduction and adaptation into the team felt a bit sudden and "inorganic" and maybe that's why I don't love her sassy remarks and sort of 'cool girl' personality. Yeah I love Sara but I don't love Riley for the reasons listed above. That could change, though!

Warrick. Oh, man. For Gedda/For Warrick were the most painful episodes to watch and I stalled for months. Some of the team got to have a nice last moment with him, others didn't. It broke my heart how at peace he was in his last hours, hanging out with the work fam, feeling relieved for not losing his job, which was a huge part of his life. I do hate that it had to end like that for him. I get that his death represented the loss of innocence, and that that team wasn't going to last forever... but it's just really painful. To know that he didn't have anyone else, only his soon, which we don't know if he was able to see often...

Too many things happening at once, too many changes, and bumpy ones, but I hope we'll get into a smooth road once again.

#csi #as for my last paragraph: i know it doesn't really lol #warrick's death just didn't feel right for me you know. the whole treatment of warrick just made me feel uncomfortable #in other simple words he deserved better. yes he was a flawed character. but i wouldve liked to see him happy okay #i really didnt want grissom to leave like I KNOOOW he comes back but he's my comfort character #he's literally a teddy bear have you seen him. the beard. the grandpa outfits. his calming voice. his adorable fascination with insects #william petersen is in his 70s now which is good because i can ask him to adopt me as his grandchild #scratch that bad idea i have a crush on grissom it wouldnt work #btw i didnt mention it in the text but they got LAURENCE FISHBURNE. THE laurence fishburne. i'm excited to see more of his character #i don't see much of riley on tumblr is my dislike for her actually a popular opinion? i mean if im not wrong she'll remain for #about two more seasons #that's a whole regular character people cant have forgotten about her #wait i just looked her up on the wiki #if she's not a well-liked character or even liked.... i get why #lmao #team catherine is all i'm going to say #i guess that's it for now

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baby-xemnas · 1 year ago

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bepo "i have to grieve over my brother but my husband is back from his personal little war and I'm way too happy about that so i'm crying out of happiness instead" of the mink tribe

when something happens but you are already entirely occupied with a much bigger thing - and its crazy that law going off on his "i may not return, sorry" mission alone - WAS more important to bepo in the moment than learning about the death of his brother...

because realistically he kinda lost his brother when zepo left when bepo was 8. he just vaguely held onto hope of possibly seeing him again. learning that big mom killed him took away that possibility and that's all that bepo lost

meanwhile law is bepo's whole life....he lived with law for his conscious years as a teen and adult, and even in simple numbers he lived with law for longer that he lived on zou

i'm absolutely reading too much into the bad writing and shoddy development of bepo& zepo's story, filling the giant gap all by myself but i like that it being underwritten aids to lawbepo. and i love the simple brutality of it

#no point to make really #sorry to be insane and TMI but its like when in april i bumped and scratched another car in the parking lot on my 3rd day of owning mine #but it happened a couple of weeks after my mother died #so i was like yeah sure ok. completely numb #in bepos case zepos death is the mazda that i scratched #plz clap its funny #talk tag #anyway i love bepo chan sm law has to fuck him so hard he bleeds from the nose from overheating #adrenaline from having his goal accomplished has left his body but its filled with refreshed appreciation for things in his life #cora san gave you this life to be happy #your family wouldnt want you to be alone #and you fullfilled their wishes you made a family of your own!!!!#they love you so much #and bepo loves you the most #and he waited for you like you told him #because hes reliable and wonderful like that #you gotta destroy his ass for it come on....he was so stressed out he cant stop crying just looking at you #give him smth to cry about (in a sexy and good way)#these tags are a mess #lawbepo #death mention tw

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thundersoothers · 3 months ago

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john price, his wife, and... the dog (derogatory)

who: John Price x wife!reader

what: inspired by this thought about john price being an absolutely softie for his wife. continued here!

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of cheating but it’s NOT TRUE! you’ll see… just fluff that reallyyyyy makes me want to marry this man.

It’s 2AM on a Saturday in the summer when John Price thinks he hears his wife cheating on him.

“Shhh!! You have to be quiet, you’ll wake up my husband.”

He opens his heavy eyes to see the TV paused at the end credits of some movie he can’t even remember the name of. The screen reflects in the crystal of the empty rocks glass on the coffee table next to his feet, holding only a warm whiskey stone.

He groans and stretches, his old t-shirt riding up to show a dark happy trail disappearing into low-waisted flannel pajama pants. He has one sock on with a hole in the toe. You told him to get rid of them and got him a pack of 20 of the same sock (he’s very particular about his socks), but he still wears these ones, anyway.

“Stop moving, I’m trying to concentrate here. Damn lock… can never— oh, shit. Heh. Wrong key.”

He can hear you muttering and giggling and the scratch of the key against the lock as you struggle to get it in.

It’s your girls’ night and he likes to wait up for you to make sure you get in safely. He saw you off around 8PM, pouring himself a glass of whiskey as you took a shot of tequila. You planted a big kiss on his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark that he didn’t bother to fully wipe off.

“Sorry, I know you’re eager to get inside. I bet you’re so cold, all naked. Here, you can go in my dress, is that better? Fu—ow! Don’t bite my tit, Jesus! Sharp teeth…”

Price suddenly feels much more awake. He pushes himself up from the couch and starts to walk to the foyer.

“This damn door… ah! There we go.”

The door creaks open and he hears you tiptoe inside in your heels (wearing heels and tiptoeing—are two actions that are mutually exclusive, especially when you’re plastered).

“Remember, we have to be quiet. My husband waits for me to get home, we don’t want to wake him up. He’s very nice, you see, but he can’t know you’re here.”

Apparently, you have gotten home safely—with an extra guest who just bit at your tit. And you’re being louder than your guest, who you keep telling to be quiet.

“My husband is gonna be soooo mad. He’s gonna be so mad at me, but once he sees how cute you are, I think he’ll forgive me. He’ll understand. I had to. I just had to!”

He hears rustling as he gets closer to the foyer, you fumbling around in the dark.

“Stay there, don’t move, okay? Stay, yeah? You know that, don’t you? Mummy will teach you if not. Just stay right there. Lemme get these damn heels off…”

There’s an odd sound of something quickly clicking on hardwood floor that makes his eyebrows furrow, and then you gasp—

“Wait, don’t run—“

Bang!

You groan loudly.

Price flicks on the lights.

You’re lying face down on the rug. You have one heel on. The second heel is twisted around your other foot—what you fell over. Your little dress is flipped up over your ass and your arms are outstretched.

“You okay there, love?” John asks, torn between amusement and concern. You just groan. “Sounded like you fell pretty hard.”

“I tripped,” you say into the rug, sounding very sad.

“You hurt?” he asks. “Anything broken?”

You shake your head and curl up a little. “I’ll just sleep here.”

He laughs softly. “Come on, none of that.”

“It’s so comfortable. I’ll just—“

There’s that clicking sound again and he’s almost startled by the abruptness of your movement. You push yourself up with one arm, stretch the other out and fucking snatch the quick-moving little brown blob that’s moving toward you. You pull it to your chest and cradle it, shielding it from John’s view.

He blinks. “What you got there, love?” he asks after a second.

“Nothing,” you say innocently.

“Right.” He crosses his arms, looking you over. “Who were you talking to just now?”

“No one,” you say quickly. “Myself.”

“Right,” John says again slowly. “Show me what you have.”

You look over your shoulder up at him through your lashes, vision blurry. “No. You’re gonna be mad.”

“Just show me.”

“Promise you won’t be mad.”

He sighs. “I won’t be mad.” You give him a look. He sighs again. You’re wasted—he can tell by your eyes. They’re unfocused and heavy. “Promise. Now show me.”

You look down at whatever you’re holding to your chest. “Okay,” you whisper (to your tits?), “you need to be very well-behaved, okay? No biting, please. Be very nice for Daddy so he will like you, okay? Can you do that? Yes? Okay.”

You glance up at John again over your shoulder and then turn yourself around in a very clumsy movement. Then, as if presenting whatever it is like you’re Mufasa from the Lion King, you lift it up in the air toward your husband.

It’s a puppy.

It’s quiet.

The little dog wriggles in your hands, wagging his tail so hard his whole body shakes. He barks up at John, high pitched. A small pink tongue lolls out of his mouth.

It’s still quiet.

You lower the dog a little so you can look up at John. “You said you wouldn’t be mad!”

“I’m not mad,” John says, sounding mad.

“You look mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he says again. “It’s just… dirty.”

You gasp. “He’s not dirty!” you exclaim, sounding offended on behalf of the dog. You pull him to your chest. “He’s just a little mangey, you see. But that’s okay. It can be fixed. You know—they have medicine for that. Or lotion, or whatever it is. He’s very nice, John, I swear. I know he’s a little… skrunkly but he’s very cute and—ow! That’s my hair, no biting Mummy, please.”

“You’re already calling yourself his Mummy?” he asks, bemused, eyebrow raised at you. Yep. You’re fucking wasted.

“Yes, and you’re his Daddy.” You hold the dog up again, this time facing him toward you. “I think you’re very cute, puppy. You’ll grow on Daddy. Just be very good for him, you can do that, can’t you? Yes, you can.” You whisper, as if John isn’t standing right there, “We’ll wear him down. Don’t worry.”

“I thought it was something else,” Price says.

“What did you think it was?” you ask, not looking away from the dog.

“Where did you find it?” he asks instead of answering.

This is much better than what his traitorous mind momentarily supplied. You, cheating? As if.

How silly of him to even think that. For a moment, his stomach twists with the guilt of doubting you. He should have known better.

Of course it’s this. What else could it have been?

A puppy.

A puppy!

“Oh, hello, there.”

You crouch down in your dress and heels and hold out your hand to the little puppy emerging from the bushes by the side of the road.

“What are you doing here, all alone? Come here, love, I won’t hurt you. Come on, puppy, come to me. Yeahhh, there we go. Oh, look at you. You’re so cute. You’re all mangey, though. Oh,” you say pitifully, “you little baby.”

You’re drunk as fuck at 2AM on a Saturday in the summer, halfway through your walk home from the bar, squatting in the middle of a back road in England, about to cry while petting this puppy clumsily—but he doesn’t seem to mind. He wags his tail and nips at your fingers.

“Where’s your mummy? You shouldn’t be out here all alone. No collar… oh, goodness, what should I do with you? I don’t want to leave you. I’m not sure what to do.”

He barks at you, high pitched.

You nod at him seriously. “Oh, yes, good point.” He barks again. “Mhm. Yes, yes. I thought so, too. Exactly right.”

He runs in a circle around you.

“What are you, a month? You should be with your Mum, you shouldn’t be all alone. Oh, you little baby, you must be so scared.” (He’s wagging his tail.)

“It’s so cold.” (It’s summer.)

“Maybe you can come home with me?” (Your husband would be so mad.)

“Yes,” you decide. “You’ll come home with me.” (Your husband is going to be so mad.)

That’s how you end up stumbling home with a puppy in your arms, rambling to him about yourself and your life.

“Well, puppy, my name is Mrs. Price. I’m from around here. I live in a nice three bedroom house with my husband, I think you’ll like it very much. It’s very cute, but that's mostly because I decorated it. He doesn’t understand feng shui, you see. You should see his office, puppy, it’s so bland. No taste for interior design.”

“Our house is only 10 more minutes away. See that big tree there? That means we only have 10 minutes left until we’re home. I’m not great with street names, so I go by landmarks.” He barks. “Yes, yes, you get it.”

“Anyway. So, I’m—stop wiggling please, Mummy’s going to drop you—I’m married to a very nice man named John. I love him very much. You’ll like him, too,” you tell the dog seriously. "He’s very likable. I like lots of things about him, puppy. Actually," you say, "I like everything about him.”

“He says I can’t have a dog, though. He says it’s for my own good—booooo. Boo! But maybe we can sneak you in. What do you think, puppy? Should we do that? I think we should do that. We’ll have to be very quiet, though. Very quiet.”

“John waits for me to get home safely—he’s so nice, he’s so kind to me, I love him sooooo much—but we have to make sure not to wake him up. This is one of them—uh, covert operations. He’s very well-versed in those. My husband is very talented, puppy, he’s a military Captain. So we’ll have to be extra careful.”

And that’s how you end up trying to sneak into your own house and then trip over your shoe and fucking slam! your face on the rug.

“Where did you find it?” John asks you as you sit on the floor after you presented the dog to him.

“On the way home from the bar, kind of my that big tree.”

“By Notting Street?”

You furrow your eyebrows. “Notting Str—I dunno. Maybe? I just know the big tree. The one with all the branches.”

“‘The one with all the branches,’” he repeats, nodding slowly. “Right.”

“But he was there all alone so I took him home. I couldn’t leave him, John, he’s so little. And he’s very cute, look at his little ears? And his little feet? His toes are soooo small. His little teeth are sharp, though—like a shark. Fuckin’ hurt, he almost bit my tit off.”

“Yeah, I heard.”

“You heard? Oh. I was trying to be quiet. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He smiles at you. “I know.”

You smile back.

“Give me the dog.”

You frown. “No.”

“The dog, please.”

“No.” You hold him tighter. “You’ll take him from me.”

“Well,” he says, “yes.”

You sigh heavily. “Be gentle.” You hand him to John and he takes him in one hand and holds him out, frowning, as if it’s offended him.

A puppy.

“Can we keep him?” you ask hopefully.

He glances at you and then back to the puppy and then back to you and then back to the puppy. “No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“But…” You trail off and he looks back down at you. You’re starting to tear up.

“Oh—love, don’t cry.”

“He’s so little and soft and nice and he’s all mangey and he’s all alone and he’s just a little baby and…”

“Okay, okay, darling, we can keep him.”

(By that, he means you’ll talk about it tomorrow when you’re sober, and by ‘talk about it’, he means, ‘no.’)

“Really?!” you gasp.

The way your face fucking lights up makes John pause. For a second, he almost feels like he lost his balance.

“Oh, John, really? Oh, thank you so much! Puppy, did you hear that? Daddy said yes! See, he’s very nice, just like I told you, remember? He’s very nice and kind and he’s very handsome and I love him very much, and I—“

“The dog can’t understand you.”

“You don’t know that,” you say defensively.

He looks down at you. “Right.”

You stare up at him, standing over you as you sit on the floor. “How are you handsome even from this angle?” You frown deeper. “Stupid face,” you mutter.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Let’s get you up.”

“I’m so comfortable.”

“Hand.” He tucks the dog under his arm and extends his other hand toward you. He crooks his long, thick fingers at you. “Now.”

You look between his hand and his face, and then slip your hand into his.

“Good girl.”

He fucking yanks you up and, in one movement that’s somehow graceful, bends down and throws you over his shoulder.

He, naturally, slaps your ass and you squeal. “Hey!!”

You kick your feet (still with only one heel on) and he laughs, resting his hand on your hip, heavy fingers digging into the plush of your butt, as he makes his way up the stairs with you on his shoulder and the dog in his hand.

Gently, he drops you onto the bed and you fall back with an oof! and stare up at him.

“Well,” Price drawls, “aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You grin. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” He takes off your shoe (singular), your dress, and your makeup as you hold the dog, curled up, on your chest.

“You’re so good to me, John,” you say, your eyes closed. “I’m so lucky. I don’t know how I got so lucky. And, you, puppy,” you mumble, petting him slowly, “you’re so lucky, too. You’re about to have the best Daddy in the world. He’s so good to us.”

“‘Puppy’ is asleep,” John says. “And,” he adds, scooping him up in one hand, “puppy is not sleeping in the bed.”

You just groan, too tired and drunk to argue.

He holds the dog out in the air again, turning him around and upside down to examine him. He yips and wriggles in his hands, but John shushes him. “Hush now. Your Mummy is asleep.” He shakes his head and sighs. “What am I going to do with you?”

He takes the dog to the bathroom and puts him down on the floor. His paws slip a little on the cold tile. John puts his hands on his hips, staring down at the dog. “I can’t believe this.”

He reaches over to turn on the heated floor (which he got installed for you), throws a fluffy towel onto the ground (also for you), and says to the dog, “You are so, so damn lucky I love your Mummy.”

In the morning, despite John Price’s best efforts to say no to you, you end up convincing him to keep the dog. He’s a military Captain but the pleading of his wife is enough to make him crumble.

The happiness on your face when he finally says yes, makes him wonder why he ever said no in the first place.

note: thank you for reading! this is my first time posting in years–and in a totally new fandom. thank you for your patience and your support. let me know your thoughts! merry christmas!

posted 12.26.2024. revised 02.17.2025.

do not repost or modify any of my original words on any other platform.

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imfromsixam · 9 months ago

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Besties: Me and my Cat (CC Pack for The Sims 4)

Introducing "Besties (Part 2): Me and My Cat" CC Pack!

I'm super excited to bring you the second part of the Besties series, now focusing on our beloved feline friends! In the first part, I shared with you guys a collection all about the beautiful bond between dogs and babies. For this second part, I thought I’d switch things up a bit. Instead of focusing on cats and babies, I wanted to highlight something just as heartwarming—the special relationship between cats and adults. Yes, you guessed it, I’m talking about the delightful world of cat ladies (and gents)!

This pack has loads of goodies for your Sim’s cats. There are two new versions of the cat tree: one with a cozy little house and another that looks like a cool cat gym on the wall. Your cats will love the new bed, scratchers, and another bed shaped like a tiny house. Of course, I’ve got the essentials like a litter box and food, but let’s be real—we all know the ultimate cat item is the cardboard box!

And because I know how much Sims love their kitties, I’ve added some fun items for a cat-obsessed Sim’s bedroom. I was going for an eclectic vibe this time. There’s a new classic bed with cute cat details on the pillows, a cat-shaped lamp for the night table, and an adorable armchair with cat accents. Plus, I’ve got new curtains and, most importantly, picture frames to show off the beauty of your Sim’s cats.

I’ve put a lot of love into this CC pack and can’t wait for you to enjoy it. Don’t forget to tag me in your social media posts—I can’t wait to see your amazing creations with your Sims and their feline besties!

Enjoy the fun and whimsy of The Sims 4 custom content, and as always, happy simming! 😊🐱📦

▶ ABOUT THE CC PACK

Build: 2 Wallpaper, 1 Floor

Comfort: Armchair, Double bed, Bench with blanket, Bench

Decorative: Cat food, Curtians (all sizes), Paitings, Rug

Lighting: Table Lamp

Pets (Requires Cats and Dogs EP): Bed (cardboard box), Food bowl, Cat tree (large), Cat tree (small), Bed with scratcher post, Cat climbing wall, Litter box, Scratch post (carrot)

Storage: Dresser, Dresser (opened)

Surface: Night table

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okcoolthanks · 1 year ago

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Flashbacks From Dextrine sketch woohoo!

They’re having a sleepover and are solving an 800 piece puzzle

#man I can’t wait to be done with Happy Birthday Deare so I can craft working on these guys :))))#I love them so much they all have so MUCH too them that I CANT TALK ABOUT because it needs STORY CONTEXT AND SHIT #AUUGH #anyways I really need to come up with a shorter name for them because #flashbacks from dextrine #is a mouthful #it’s also in pencil because I don’t want to scratch my new screen protector for my tablet and the pencil I have does that #so I can’t do anything now :/#whatever I’m proud of how it came out :)

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caotictimmy · 5 months ago

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

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

Crushing - Confession

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dating

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#mouthwash smut #mouthwashing smut #mouthwash x reader #daisuke mouthwashing #mouthwashing #daisuke smut #mouthwashing x reader #mouthwashing game #mouthwash game #mouthwash #daisuke x reader

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rhaeheartzsquirrelz · 3 months ago

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Handsy Vika

Sevika x Female Reader.

Your girlfriend loves your chest.

(Head Cannons || Smut + Fluff)

MEN DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT!!!

Cw: Nipple play. Reader doesn’t have a specific chest size, but do they bounce?? idk if thats like.. IDK. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Not Proofread || Note: HAPPY NEW YEARS AAYYY!!! 🥳

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Sevika’s more of the handsy type.

She likes having her grip on things. Whether it’s holding your hand, tapping your ass, wrapping an arm around your waist or even your hips, she likes having you in her grasp— she likes the silent marking of her territory. Letting everyone know you’re hers and only hers.

One thing, however, that gets her attention more than anything else is your chest. She likes how plump your breasts look, how they’re just screaming for her to touch; for her hands.

She doesn’t have a specific type in how big her girlfriend’s boobs should be. But, as they say, the more the merrier.

She enjoys the view of your cleavage. She could stare at it for hours, really. The sight of you in a low cut top makes her hands itch for a poke, a squeeze even.

Even sitting in her lap at The Last Drop she has to hold back the urge to get a brush of a touch. It’s like there’s this invisible force pulling her hand to your chest.

One thing she’ll never admit is that she actually enjoys watching you walk around. She gets lewd thoughts just watching your breasts slightly bounce up and down.

We all know Sevika’s pretty damn protective, but it’s heightened whenever she sees someone’s eyes lingering a millisecond too long on the exposed skin of your chest. She knows you’re pretty, and pretty things attract attention, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. You’re her pretty thing, not some lost diamond waiting to be claimed.

What about when no one else is around? When it’s just the two of you in your shared apartment? When she can do whatever she wants to you?

Watching you walk around with your tight tank top turns her on. More than you’d ever expect.

It’s the way you’re so casually making your way towards the kitchen for a cup of water that gets her heart rate spiling. It’s the way your damn breasts look, all round and soft, that gets her mouth watering.

After trying her best to hold back, your girlfriend will call you over, feigning loneliness and luring you into her lap. And, undoubtedly, you never say no. Not even when her finger runs up and down your stomach, inching closer to your bra. How could you say no to pleasure?

She’ll sweet talk in your ear, whispering dirty little words about your breasts all the while cupping them under your shirt.

“My baby has really soft tits.” Yes, she calls them tits. “You’re harder than before, y’like this?” She’s referring to your hardened nipples. “What if I just?..” and she’ll give you a pinch and a hard pull.

Sometimes what turns her on further is pulling your shirt over your chest, not taking it off but only moving it. Sevika doesn’t understand why she thinks it’s so much more hotter, but all she knows is that she enjoys it.

Kissing your neck with her dark lips while twisting your nipples inbetween her fingers is one way to start it off. She’ll occasionally give them soft squeezes, pushing them together and, as embarrassing as it is for you, poke them and watch them recoil.

All you can do is shiver and moan. The cool metal of her mech hand always makes it harder to focus, especially when she slides it down, under your shorts, and presses it against your clit. It’s a sensation you can’t get enough of, can’t really describe. There’s no real motion, no friction, just a cold touch that makes you squirm.

(No, she won’t stick her mech fingers up your hoo-haa. She’s too scared it’ll scratch you. What if it malfunctions? She’d rather use her flesh fingers.)

Switching spots with her mech hand, she’ll rub against your pulsing clit. She likes feeling your hips shudder in her lap, the way your thighs close and push her fingers harder against you. She has no shame in what it does to her.

Her silver eyes never leave your form. She’ll stare at how her mech fingers are able to dig into your breast, how her flesh hand looks under your shorts, giving them a buldge, how you bite your lip in pure enjoyment, and even how your jaw drops afterwards. Sevika’s in love with your reactions.

Other than using her hands, Sevika likes tasting them aswell. In a comfortable position, she could gobble you up. Nipple in her mouth, she rubs her tongue against the tip. She’ll even, occasionally, give you a gentle bite, a suck and a pull.

She likes keeping eye contact while she does this, because, again, she loves seeing your face as she’s making you feel good. Knowing full well your cunt’s throbbing for more, yelling for contact, she won’t give it to you that quickly.

Alright, now.. what about Sevika when she’s not in the mood for sex? When all she needs is comfort?

After a long day of fixing up after someone’s bullshit, all your girlfriend needs is you.

She’ll come home late and immediately drag herself to the bedroom, laying her eyes on your half-asleep figure. It makes her sleepier.

And you, being the amazing girlfriend you are, always opening your arms for her muscular body to melt into.

She’ll rest her head on your natural cushions, arms lazily draped beside you on the bed as she deeply sighs in relief. Her back pain’s gone (she’s just distracted), her headache lessened, and she’s feeling so, so, so much better.

You’ll press heavenly kisses on her head, fingers playing with her dark hair all the while massaging her scalp. You know full well how to get her relaxed.

Earlier, the mention of your breasts feeling like stress balls— Yeah.. she’ll flip on her side and let her flesh hand give your chest a few, lazy squeezes. Your girlfriend’s too exhausted to care and she’ll continue until she’s snoring in your arms.

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