#not just financially but by just showing that he cares

[vampzity]

oh baby! | S.MG

★ DAY THIRTEEN: BREEDING KINK WITH MINGI ★

pairing: husband! mingi x f! reader

it was a long day of babysitting, one the two of you enjoyed. however, mingi never thought seeing you take care of a child would heighten his desire to make you a mother..

[warnings]: MDNI 18+ !!!, smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex (duh), biting, rough sex, praising, degrading??, creampie, nipple play, spanking, fingering, prob curses ngl, pet names (baby, doll, good girl) not proofread..

word count: 1.5k

Mingi watched as you spoke to Yunho, complimenting how good of a kid his daughter was. His son stood with his arms crossed, sticking his tongue out at you to be funny.

Yunho had twins— a boy and girl, however the boy was only older by a few minutes and boy were they opposites. They were cute and you always loved having them over whenever Yunho was busy with his work or wanted to spend time with his wife.

Mingi didn’t mind it, but he struggled to keep his composure whenever he saw you take care of the two kids. How well you cared for them, heard their concerns, how your face lit up whenever they showed you their drawings. You loved them and took care of them as if they were your own.

It drove him nuts.

He felt his face flush red at the thought of you with his own kids, wondering what you would name them, even what they would look like. He knew you’d make a great mother someday and he trusted that instinct. Mingi watched as you held the younger girls hand, her finger squeezing around your finger for comfort. It was adorable and you were glowing.

His dick twitched in his as he imagined you ontop of him— your tits bobbing as you bounced on his aching member, how his bulge stuck out of you as he mangled you from the inside. He could see his cum dripping out of your cunt as he fucked you senseless, pumping you with load after load to guarantee a child.

Fuck.

A flip switched in his brain. Mingi never considered the idea of a child, it’s not like you two weren’t ready or financially prepared. You were, you had a home, a good source of income, there was really nothing holding you two back.

“You’ve been in your head all day, are you ok?” Mingi felt your hand brush against his own, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He met your eyes, realizing that the two children who followed you around all day were now gone. His bulge stuck out of his pants as he noticed the innocence in your eyes. His urge was growing, all he wanted to do was stuff you, make you a mother of his kids. It was ad if he was being teased at this point.

Mingi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in and kissing your neck softly. Your eyes widened at his sudden actions— unsure of what to do or think but you let him continue, not questioning it at all.

“Just wanna make a baby out of you.”

Your breath hitched and you left out a soft moan, keeping silent as he continued. His hand kneaded the small fat of your love handle while his lips sucked on your skin softly. You felt your body heat up with embarrassment as his like danced around your neck.

“Whenever you’re ready, I’ll take care of you.” your eyes met his, watching as lust filled his dark orbs.

You stood there in shock not realizing a shy smile appearing on your face and without a second thought, Mingi picked you up bridal style. He carried you to your shared bedroom and placed you on the bed, ripping your clothes off of you as he took off his pants. You laid there vulnerable, feeling your cunt swell at his dominance.

You watched as his pants fell and pulled his cock out of his pants. He hovered over you, bringing your legs around his waist.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you, I’m just really desperate to stuff this pretty pussy of yours.”

He latched his lips onto your neck, biting your skin harshly. He pushed his cock into you without warning, a loud groan escaping the both of you as he began ramming into your swollen cunt. His angry head pounded your sweet spot with every thrust, stretching you out in ways you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck, loosen up for me doll,” he bit against your neck hard enough to leave a deep teeth mark.

“I can’t push myself inside of you if you keep squeezing me like this.”

You cried out in pleasure, your hands seeped up his shirt, scratching his back as his cock slammed into you. You dug your nails into his skin, squeezing your legs around his waist as you begged his name.

“Mingi please,” your cunt pulsated as fast as your heartbeat, choking his dick as he was inside you. “Gonna cum.”

He groaned aloud. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his dark gaze. A small smug grew on his face as he watched your helpless state, making his cock twitch inside of you. Watching you cry out his name, seeing how blown out your eyes were from the way his cock stretched you open, it was truly a sight to see.

Mingi was always sweet when you two did anything, so seeing him like this was an all new experience. He was desperate, a dog begging to be seen, to be loved. He wanted his cum dripping out of you by the time he was done, desperate to see what you may look like carry his own child.. or children.

“What’s wrong doll? Can’t take it?” His grip tightened on your chin, his nails almost caving into your delicate skin.

“So used to me being sweet, you can’t handle being manhandled?”

Breathless moans escaped you, unable to even think of a response for him. His hand slipped to your tits, his fingers squeezing your nipple harshly. You yelled out, your body squirming under him as he pounded into your cunt.

“You gonna answer me, yeah?” You nodded, a soft yes leaving your lips as Mingi groaned. “That’s my good girl.”

He rested his head against your chest, kissing your skin softly. His thrusts grew harsher, sloppier and he could feel his mind go foggy as his cock pressed against your cervix.

“You want me to make you a mother, isn’t that right baby?”

He sat up, looking down to admire his dick ran into you. His hand gripped onto your breast, squeezing it gently as he threw his head back. His hot liquid filled into you without a warning, a large white ring forming around his cock as your juices mixed with his own.

“Fuck, fuck.” Mingi looked down at you, his gaze falling to your heated body. “I can’t wait to see that baby hump of yours.”

He quickly pulled out of you, stuffing his fingers inside of your aching cunt. You whined out, feeling his fingers curl inside of you as he pushed them further.

“Mmm,” he licked his lip, watching as his fingers became coated in your slick. “Can’t let anything pool out of this pretty thing. You need every drop.”

He threw you on your stomach, admiring the way your slick stretched through your folds. He propped himself up behind you, sliding his tip against your hole.

“Take it like a good girl for me will you?”

He pushed himself into you, his hands gripping at your ass as he pounded you from behind. Your hands gripped at the bed sheets, crying out in pleasure as he angled your ass just perfectly to feel his tip.

“You like that baby?” His hand landed against your ass, a loud smack rippling through the room. “Practically my little slut.”

Mingi smacked you one more time, throwing his head back as his thrusts grew sloppier by the minute. His nails dug into your soft skin, a mix of your whimpers and his groans filling the room.

“You like when I fuck you like a slut baby?”

You whimpered in response, trying to suppress your moans but to no avail. Mingi landed a hard smack to the side of your ass, your skin turning a ripe red as it tingled from the pain.

“Answer me when I speak to you doll, I’d hate to break such delicate skin.”

“Yes! Yes, please fuck me harder!” You yelled out, looking back at his dark lusting eyes.

Mingi threw his head back, his hands gripping your waist tightly as you squeezed his cock. His tip pounded your cervix, practically bruising it from his size. He was in a daze, one he couldn’t get out of as member leaked.

“Fuck doll. I’m gonna fill you up so good.”

His hot liquid filled your insides, spilling out of you as he continued to pump you in. He couldn’t stop, even if he wanted to. His tip was so sensitive, aching as his cum gushed into you. He was desperate to make sure you’d get pregnant, even though he had no issue putting you in this predicament again.

His thrusts slowed as a loud groan escaped his mouth. He leaned over, kissing your back slowly before pulling his dick out of you. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled your back to him, spooning you. Mingi kissed your back, his hand kneading into your thigh as his leg snaked between your own.

“Tell me doll,” his kisses snaked up to your neck as his breath hovered over your ear. “Are you ready for round 3?”

back to valentine’s masterlist

a/n: yall i am SO SORRY that this took so long and that i didn’t update it when i should’ve 😭 i was so distracted and busy today!!

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[pixiexdusts-world]

Valentine’s Day with squid game characters <3

Seong Gi-hun x reader, The salesman x reader, the frontman x reader, Kang Sae-byeok x reader, Cho Sang-woo x reader, Hwang Jun-ho x reader, Kim Jun-hee x reader, Lee Myung-gi x reader, Kang Dae-ho x reader Thanos x reader, Nam-gyu x reader, Park Min-su x reader

Summary: What each squid game character would do for their significant other on Valentine’s Day.

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Seong Gi-hun (456)

Gi-hun would go for something simple but heartfelt. If he’s struggling financially, he might cook a homemade meal or surprise his partner with a small but meaningful gift—maybe something nostalgic that reminds them of a happy memory. He’d definitely write a heartfelt note, even if it’s a little messy.

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The Salesman (the recruiter)

A smooth talker and a man of mystery, he’d turn Valentine’s Day into an experience—maybe a surprise trip, a luxurious dinner, or even a playful challenge where his partner has to “earn” their gift. Expect expensive, elegant presents and a perfectly planned evening.

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The Front Man (Hwang In-ho)

He wouldn’t be flashy about it, but he’d make sure his partner feels special. Maybe he leaves a single red rose and a handwritten note somewhere they’ll find it, or he arranges a quiet, private dinner where he actually opens up a little—for once.

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Kang Sae-byeok (067)

Not one for grand gestures, Sae-byeok would show her love in quiet, meaningful ways—maybe cooking for her partner, lending them her jacket if they’re cold, or just spending the whole day with them, listening more than talking. If she gives a gift, it’ll be simple but deeply sentimental.

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Cho Sang-woo (218)

Sang-woo would approach Valentine’s Day like a business deal—strategic, polished, and well-planned. He’d book a high-end restaurant, buy an expensive but classic gift (think jewelry or a designer item), and make sure everything goes perfectly. He wouldn’t be overly affectionate, but his actions would show he cares.

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Hwang Jun-ho (The Detective)

Jun-ho would be the type to remember everything his partner has ever mentioned wanting, and he’d use that to create the perfect, thoughtful surprise. Whether it’s a rare book, their favorite flowers, or a quiet getaway, he’d make sure the day feels meaningful.

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Kim Jun-hee (222)

Tough and independent, she’d act like Valentine’s Day isn’t a big deal—but she’d still put effort into making it special. She might cook dinner, surprise her partner with something thoughtful (but act like it was “no big deal”), or plan a relaxed but intimate night together.

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Lee Myung-gi (333)

He’s not the type to be overly romantic, but he’d still try. He’d take his partner out for barbecue and drinks, making sure they have a fun, laid-back night. If they wanted something more sentimental, he’d grumble about it—but he’d still go out of his way to make them happy.

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Kang Dae-ho (388)

Sweet but a little shy, Dae-ho would overthink his Valentine’s Day plans, wanting everything to be perfect. He’d probably go for a classic, heartfelt approach—flowers, chocolates, and maybe a picnic date. If his partner likes surprises, he’d do his best to plan something cute.

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Thanos (Choi Su-bong)

Flashy and confident, he’d go all out—matching outfits, a surprise performance (probably a rap dedicated to his partner), an expensive dinner, and an over-the-top gift. He’d love posting about it and making sure everyone knows his partner is spoiled.

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Nam-gyu (124)

He’d probably forget it was Valentine’s Day until the last minute, then panic-buy whatever’s left at the store. If his partner calls him out, he’d make up an excuse like, “I was waiting for the perfect moment,” and then promise to make it up to them.

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Park Min-su (125)

Shy and awkward, Min-su would nervously give his partner a heartfelt but clumsy love letter, then plan a quiet date, like watching the sunset, but he’d be too anxious to enjoy it fully.

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A/n: happy Valentine’s Day pookies 😙 I’ll be spending the day with Captain America in cinema… so slay for me 💪🏻💪🏻

[snowball-doie]

| pairing: sub!Renjun x Dom!fem!Reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Pathetic, adorable Renjun (as it should be). Tit sucking. Lots of tit sucking. Jerking him off. Noona kink. Overstimulation.

| wc: 2.5k

| aurora's notes: give me 10 minutes and a strap, i can get him preg--

There weren’t many times when you were out late and Renjun beat you home for the evening. Of course, if you had it your way, he would have been the prettiest house husband on Earth, but he liked to work, and you supported his career as an idol, so you were patient in waiting for the day he would finally leave the spotlight behind in order to let you take care of him. In the meantime, he looked after you. Financially, that was. In most aspects, you actually took care of him, and that was the way you both preferred it because it meant when he came home late after a long day of rehearsals, you could help turn his brain off; so you could understand his disappointment when he came home after a rough day to find that you weren’t there waiting for him like usual. He texted you to ask about your whereabouts, and you replied thirty minutes later that you were stuck at work but you were racing to finish up to see him as soon as possible. Renjun pouted. He had a rough day, all he wanted was you… He even looked so pretty just to seduce you, yet you weren’t there. He huffed and sat on the couch.

When the front door did eventually swing open an hour later, Renjun had already moved to the bedroom to lay down while scrolling on his phone— Still pouting to spite you— so you had to play a short game of hide and seek around the house in search of him. Not on the couch… Not in the kitchen, snacking… Ah, the bedroom.

“Don’t you look handsome,” you cooed from the doorway as you reclined against it with your arms crossed over your chest and a smile creeping on your face.

Renjun wanted to be upset with you. He tried his absolute best to keep staring at his phone and not give into your perfect smile or the way he knew you were ready to ravish him after seeing his outfit of the day. He had a photoshoot during the day, so they did his hair and makeup all pretty, and he asked if he could “borrow” the outfit they put him in since he loved it so much and wanted to take pictures in it before returning it to staff the following day. They obliged. Little did they know that it wasn’t for pictures, it was for you. His long blonde hair was straightened, they put red eyeshadow in the inner corner of his eyes, sparkly red blush on his cheeks; and all of that was to compliment the red silk blouse he was wearing. The V-neck drooped low to show the entirety of his sternum which you loved so much. When he rolled over to “ignore” you, his shirt moved enough for you to see one of his pecs and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” you said coolly.

Renjun still didn’t acknowledge you.

“My pouty baby…” You pushed yourself off the doorframe in order to enter the bedroom and approach the bed. The closer you got, the more you earned Renjun’s attention with quick glances out the corner of his eye. “Did you miss noona that much today?”

Renjun readjusted himself to be faced away from you even more as you crawled up beside him.

“Long day?”

He vaguely nodded.

“Rough day?”

He nodded some more.

“Oh, my poor baby.” You took a hold of his shoulders in order to turn him to face you. “Want noona to make it better?”

He kept trying his best not to give in, and you found it admirable to some extent, even when his gaze turned down to your own outfit, something you had changed into in order to impress him and make it up to him when you knew you were going to be late. As if you hadn’t been staring at his chest, of course Renjun looked at the boob window cutout in your shirt, putting on display his favorite things in the entire world: your tits. The thought of ignoring you flew out his head at the same time his phone fell out of his hands so that he could turn himself to face you completely with his cute, pouty eyes— But not because he was upset with you anymore, but because he did indeed need you desperately.

“Noona.” he croaked.

Ah, it was just too easy to get him wrapped around your finger. In a blink of an eye, he was trying to sneak his hands into the boob window so that he could feel you up, and in return, you snuck your hands under his red silk shirt to feel his soft tummy.

“Noon…”

There was barely any time to finish his thought before his lips were on yours. He tried to fight for a little bit of dominance, as if he would ever win that battle, so of course the second you reached up to tug his blonde hair with one hand, he whimpered and surrendered to you, allowing you to take the lead completely. You chuckled against his lips. All that pouting and for what? He just needed some attention, which you were more than happy to give him when he was all dolled up for you— Well, you would always spoil him regardless, but the fact that he looked so cute and luxurious, and like the type of house husband you wanted him to be, how could you ever say no to that?

In order to get both of you more comfortable so as to take care of him properly, you began adjusting him slightly. Still kissing, you brought him onto your lap. He laid down, his back resting on your thighs, his legs tucked up a bit so he could try to keep your hand on him as it was glued to his stomach under his shirt. You weren’t going to go anywhere. You were happy as you were, rubbing his tummy, moaning into his mouth, and letting him tug at your shirt. He wanted you to pull it off so he could see more— So he could feel more. Of course you obliged by pulling away from your kiss to give yourself enough room to remove your shirt. Renjun squirmed on your lap. He was already getting hard, and with his legs tucked up, it was easy for him to rub his thighs together to create enough pressure and friction to help relieve some of his neediness.

“Let me help you out, baby.”

You pushed his knees down semi-roughly. Renjun looked up at you with those adorable big eyes of his as you undid his black silk pants expertly with just one hand.

“Noona,” his gaze trailed back down to your chest, “can I?”

“Can you what, baby? Use your big boy words.”

He whimpered quietly upon hearing you say that. “Can I… Can I suck on them?”

With a proud snicker, you nodded before removing your bra with the same expertise that you used to undo his pants. “Are you gonna be a good boy now or are you gonna keep pouting?”

“I’ll be good, noona, I promise!”

You believed him. So as your bra slid off your shoulders, you didn’t protest when he immediately leaned in to latch onto your left nipple, his eyes slowly falling shut in euphoria as he let out a moan simultaneously. You threw your head back against the headboard. His mouth was so wet and warm… and his tongue felt so good while swirling around the bud… And when he sucked, you felt your head spin.

“Just like that, sweet boy.”

And to reward him, your efforts in opening his pants became of use when you snuck your hand under the waistband of said pants as well as his underwear in order to wrap your hand around his shaft. His hips jolted upright with a muffled moan of complaint.

“Are my hands cold, baby?”

He nodded against your breast.

“Warm it up for me.”

He moaned happily at the thought, no more protests erupting from him when you began stroking him slowly so as to encourage him to keep sucking on your nipple. Poor thing was always so needy for you. He could pretend otherwise as much as he wanted, but his body would inevitably tell you the truth, which was that he needed you every second of every day. The more you did things like this to him, the more he genuinely considered the thought of leaving the spotlight behind just to stay at home for you. He could imagine it perfectly in that moment as he switched to your other nipple. Him waking up to eat you out before you had to get ready for work. Him making breakfast for you as you showered to wash away the scent of sex. Him seeing you off to work before spending his day cleaning, walking around the city aimlessly, lounging around the house thinking about what he would do next to impress you. And his favorite part— The thought that got him so horny he bucked up into your hand again— was the idea of you coming home every single day just to lay on top of him and fuck him. Every single day. Without fail. Kissing him as you would ask about his day, jerking him off as you asked where he wanted to go on vacation next, sliding your strap into him as you asked if he really, truly, deeply loved you. He did. He did! More than anything in the whole world, he loved you so much that it made him go crazy.

“No, no, you can’t be close yet,” you warned him as your hand slowed.

Renjun pulled off your chest for a moment to argue, “I wasn’t!”

“I know you better than that.” Your free hand went back to his hair and you wrapped your grip in it so that you could tug just enough to prove you were still in charge before guiding his mouth back to you. “You have a tell, baby. When you get close, you start panting and your hips roll left to right instead of up and down, and your nose starts bouncing like a bunny’s.”

He immediately went to hide his nose from you, but you smacked his hands away.

“I want to see my pretty boy.”

When you went back to jerking him off fast, you released his hair in order to play with his silk shirt again, your palm running over his clothed stomach which was perhaps one of the most sensitive parts of his body, and like a cat, he only allowed people he really trusted to touch it. You specifically had unrestricted access to it. Whenever you wanted, you could simply pet his stomach while cuddling or whenever he had a stomach ache or even when he was on the verge of cumming and just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“P-please,” he begged against your nipple.

“Not yet.”

He turned his body into yours in an attempt to get your hand to slip off his cock so that he could have a moment to catch his breath, but he wouldn’t be able to escape you that easily. If he wanted to get all dolled up then pout at you, he could withstand having you torture him for a few minutes. Your thumb swiped over his sensitive tip which was leaking pre-cum against his silk pants and your hand. At first, he jolted again in response to the sudden surprise of overwhelming pleasure, but the second time you went for it, Rejun tried his absolute best to prevent himself from giving you the satisfaction of another pathetic reaction. He sucked harder on your nipple to keep himself from moaning. That just wouldn’t do. So you continued to bully his tip with your palm.

“W-wait—”

He lurched forward to curl himself up into a ball, but your movements didn’t waver. Through his mouth which was still loosely latched onto you, he panted to bear the torture, but it wasn’t enough, so he flicked your nipple with his tongue and used one of his hands to pinch the other. It felt good… Really good… But what was more entertaining to you was the way he was squirming and whining so pathetically you thought there was no way you’d ever be able to let him leave the bedroom again, not when you needed him all to yourself.

Renjun whimpered with his eyes closed. “Please, noona, I’ve been good.”

“I know, baby. You’ve been such a good boy for noona, but I just want to have a little bit of fun, okay? I’ll let you cum soon.”

The ‘good boy’ comment had Renjun spiraling even further into subspace than he already was. Good boy. He wanted to be your good boy. Only your’s. No one else’s. He wanted to spend the rest of his life curled up on your lap, playing with your tits, begging to cum because he knew how much you enjoyed babying him and seeing him so desperate for you. He liked giving you his full attention and handing over every ounce of control he had. For that, you could show some mercy.

Holding the back of his head with your fingers laced through his soft blonde hair, you made sure he held steady as you quickened your pace jerking him off to the point your arm felt sore, yet you couldn’t will yourself to slow down for a moment to rest because Renjun was on the brink. He was gasping your wrist desperately with one of his hands like he had a chance to convince you to keep going. You looked down at how pretty he was in that outfit of his with his eyes still closed and your nipple in his mouth. His cock twitched in your hand suddenly. The desperate thrusts in the air began swaying side to side, his breath was hot against your skin as he panted, his grip on your wrist and his fingers pinching your other nipple all tightened, and his nose began bouncing like a bunny’s.

“Cum for me.”

Renjun moaned against you as he did just that. His cum came out in pent-up spurts which stained your hand and his silk pants, but that didn’t deter you from helping him ride out his high. Even then, once you knew he was done by slumping on your lap and trying to release your nipples, you continued to play with him. Renjun squirmed some more. He tried to escape you again. How had he not learned yet that it was futile when you had him there in your arms with his cock still pulsing with desire.

“You think you can do one more?”

Renjun shook his head and stuttered, “Please, noona, please, it’s too much, I can’t—”

“Try for me, my good boy.”

He started nodding within an instant with little spirals in the reflections of his eyes. Yes, noona. Anything you say, noona. Still, it was too much for him, but instead of protesting it all, he tried to be on his best behavior for you by switching nipples again. You looked down to see you were red and swollen— You’d probably be sore in the morning. But you would rather be sore after having him suck on your tits all night than have them go neglected for so long.

“Such a good boy,” you cooed, combing your fingers through his hair.

The whines continued with a quiet, “Too much,” being mumbled against your chest every few seconds.

When the dwindling remnants of his orgasm faded and the euphoria of being overstimulated passed, you were quick to notice and finally give him the relief he asked for. As your hand slid off his wet cock, Renjun slumped again, this time permanently. Your grip in his hair guided him off your tits and up to your lips so you could swallow the last of his moans he had to give before he would eventually fall asleep in your lap. 

Your lips lingered against his as you asked him, “Do you feel better?” As he nodded, you chuckled slightly. “Still mad at me?” He shook his head and you ran your fingers through his hair one more time, easing the tension on his scalp. “Good boy.”

Renjun leaned up to kiss you again. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

He wanted to plead with you to never be late again because he didn’t know how to live without you— But he stopped himself short because if the two of you could make a habit of this reward whenever you were late, Renjun could somewhat tolerate it. For you.

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No Regrets.

Chris asking Mila and you to be his valentines.

Warnings- fluff, pet names, groping, mentions of sex, mentions of stress, and financial issues, that’s about it!

“You’re so getting it good tonight.”

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February 5th 12:30 pm.

Chris went to go pick up Mila from school since you were well—knocked out in bed. Working two jobs and being a mother is not easy. As much as Chris tells you to stop working so much, that he can help now—you refuse to let him fully be responsible for you and your daughter. He’s still so young after all, he’s 21 your 27 your scsred he’s gonna wake up one day and have regrets.

He stopped to get a happy meal and flowers for the small girl first. He can’t just ask her mommy to be her valentine and leave her out—she’s his special girl aswell as you.

Once he pulled up to the pickup line, Mila immediately dashed towards the car a big smile on her face—showing off her missing front teeth. Her teacher was dragged along all the way until Mila got to the car and quickly opened the front door.

Ignoring the goodies at first she immediately crawled into Chris’s arms her tiny arms wrapping around his neck as she squealed. Her teacher walked away with a small smile leaving the two. “Hi Mimi!! Oh how’s my girl hm?” He murmured out rubbing the small girls back. “It was sooooo fun Chris I had so fun! I made valentine cards for you and mama but you can’t see yet!” She squealed out.

“Yeah, well I have a very important question princess.” He said softly gently moving her to sit in the middle consol, which made her eyes immediately lock onto the flowers, happy meal, and little card. “Since I’m gonna ask mommy to be my valentines I didn’t wanna leave out my other special girl.” He paused, chuckling softly as she immediately started excitedly going through the box of food. “So mimi will you be my other Valentine I’ll make you and mommy feel sooooo special.”

Milas eyes light up as she excitedly nods letting out a little gasp and flinging her arms around Chris’s neck. “YES YES YES BESTEST FRIEND EVER!” She exclaims kissing his cheek—leaving slobber but he doesn’t care. “And you’re my bestest friend ever.” He says softly, his lips gently pressing against her forehead. “Now little lady get in your car seat, we gotta go get mommy’s surprise ready.”

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February 7th 5:00 pm.

You had a long exhausting day at work, all you needed was a glass of wine and Mila to be in bed early. You stepped through the front door sighing tiredly and slipping your jacket off. Then you heard a loud POP causing you to flinch and immediately looking up seeing Chris standing a few feet away holding a confetti cannon, and confetti falling to the ground.

“Chris Seriously I’m gonna have to clean all of-“ before you can finish Mila runs from behind the counter holding a messily painted sign that said ‘will you be my valentine?’ You immediately melt, your body suddenly not so tense as you lean down to let Mila hug you.

“So?” Chris says softly as he steps closer to you and Mila. “Will you be my valentine?” He murmurs out, Mila steps back and puts the sign down grabbing the bouquet of tulips, and some chocolates. You immediately nod a grin forming on your face as you hug him tightly, pecking a few kisses to his lips. “Good because I’ve already spent so much.” He teases, gently kissing you back.

“Mommy he’s my valentines too!” Mila whines out trying to tug you away from Chris, which you do move. Chris immediately scoops up Mila in his arms nodding. “The two prettiest girls are my valentines, I am one lucky man.” He says soflty, gently tickling Milas tummy. She squirms and manages to get out of his grip running off with loud giggles.

You smile softly as you go back into his arms. “You’re so getting it good tonight.” You murmur out feeling his hands grope your ass before moving to the small of your back. “Yeah?.” He breathes out in your ear. “Then how about I go get her to bed.” He adds on, giving your ass a smack before walking off. “I’ll be waiting!” You call out.

Chris gives you a glance over his shoulder and blows a kiss before turning the corner towards Milas room. No matter how much responsibility he has now, or the age gap you two have. He has—no regrets.

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A/N: sorry I made a valentines post a day late but yknow it’s fine. It’s not my best but I hope you all enjoy! :)

Taglist: @sturnsrecord @chrepsi @drewswife @crtlness @matts-sidepiece @tezzzzzzzz @sturnl0ve (sorry if I’m missing anyone!!)

I’m gonna Tag a few more people who seem to enjoy stepdad!chris!

@vanteguccir @chrattho1 I CANT REMEMBER THE OTHERS!

[gaza-giving-tree]

Imagine being on the cusp of achieving your dreams, only to have them shattered in an instant.

@MohammedShehab22

Story written by @rumiandroses

Mohammad Shehab, a 23-year-old accounting student from Gaza, was just steps away from graduating when the war tore his world apart. The university where he studied was reduced to rubble, and with it, his hopes of securing a stable future for his family. Displaced multiple times, he now lives in a fragile tent in Deir Al-Balah with his ailing mother, who suffers from high blood pressure, diabetes, and heart disease. The medications she depends on have become nearly impossible to find, and every day is a battle for survival.

Before the war, Mohammad’s life was filled with promise. Despite growing up under blockade and losing his father as an infant, he persevered, determined to build a better future for his mother and older brother. But now, everything is uncertain. The home they once knew may no longer exist, and each day brings new threats of forced displacement with nowhere safe to turn.

The war didn’t just steal his education—it stole his stability, his security, and his ability to care for his mother. Now, he fights for survival, seeking the means to escape Gaza and provide her with the medical care she so desperately needs. Through a GoFundMe campaign, he hopes to raise enough to cover their basic needs and, ultimately, find a safe place to rebuild their lives.

Mohammad’s story is one of resilience amid devastation and heartbreak. He has done everything right, worked tirelessly, and yet, war has taken everything from him. Let's help him rebuild. Every donation, no matter how small, brings him one step closer to safety, and to a future where he can finally live without fear.

Please, if you can, donate today to help Mohammad and his mother escape this nightmare. If you cannot donate, please share his story to help Mohammad get the financial assistance he needs to rebuild his life.

You can donate to Mohammed's GoFundMe [HERE].

Mohammad documents his daily life extensively on Threads (link). We encourage you to follow him there, read more about his story, and show him your support!

[senseearly]

One thing that I always think about post-dungeon recovery Mithrun who got home is that people were probably used to talking about him while he was still in the room.

Misiril's squad used to that when he was still in their care. Questions towards him were quickly redirected to others when he wouldn't (couldn't) answer their questions -- where was the rest of his squad? what happened to the demon? how did he even end up like this? Asking or talking to Mithrun is a pointless effort. So they stopped doing that.

And Mithrun, he's gotten used to this set-up, not like he could bring himself to care.

When his caretakers and visiting family started doing it, he continued to be apathetic to them (although, the numbness from this large, gaping hole in his chest makes him think that he used to care).

The caretakers would do their duties, but behind his back, they would probably gossip about Mithrun's chances of recovery. Others think there is still hope, a lot of them think this is going to be permanent. Which is good, at least to their business, because Mithrun's brother pays a lot to make sure he is alive. And Mithrun...is not in the state to do that himself. They at least try to whisper when they're around Mithrun, keep their voices low or mention him under an alias or a codename. But Mithrun knows they are talking about him. He is the elephant in the room.

His visiting family is less nice. They take one look at him and weep -- not out of worry, or pity, or sadness -- but of shame. There is no way they can show him to others anymore, they bemoan. There is no way he can represent himself as a member of the House of Kerensil, they cry. He's just like his brother! And, once upon a time, that comment would've hurt Mithrun, a stab right into his heart. But all he feels is a gaping numbness that cannot be filled (It used to be full, he can't help but think).

I wish he had died, someone from his family said while he was within earshot. And Mithrun, barely alive but still breathing, cannot bring himself to care.

The only person that I think would be delighted to see him alive, at least, is his brother. I can see him visiting Mithrun whenever he can (at least in elf time terms). Talking to him as if he can respond, asking him about things when Mithrun can't bring himself to answer. At some point, Mithrun's brother stopped talking to him when he visits; instead, he would just sit next to Mithrun and watch the birds and the flowers. He would drink tea and Mithrun would do nothing.

But once in a while, Mithrun's brother would tell him, I'm glad you came home, I'm glad you're still alive.

[seagull-scribbles]

'Best man' can’t even tie a bow tie 💒

[3rdbogwitch2theleft]

Jason's villain arc is even sillier on the rewatch.

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

your tags on parenting make me super emotional <3 that's exactly the kind of parent I want to be one day

Thanks! I feel the same way honestly. I have a lot of opinions about parenting and I can't say that I will be the perfect parent because that doesn't exist. I can't even say that my hypothetical future kid/kids will be perfect because children don't grow in a vacuum. I can only control what I do and say and try to be the best version of myself and hope for the best.

[lesbiansanemi]

We’ve officially hit the point where I can’t fucking sleep because of this shit and on top of everything the AC went out I literally want to cry I’m so stressed I physically feel like shit like I need to throw up I’m so tired but between my stomach hurting, the stress, and the heat I can’t

[fappellmoan]

i mean it’s just kinda crazy cause. and forgive me if i sound somewhat spoiled here but. this trip im doing to take more credits and get experience and make connections etc is obviously expensive and i talked abt it with my parents. a lot before trying to do it. and somehow my dad didn’t understand that yk we would have to pay for it. ??? and is putting me in this spot of ‘figuring out what we’re gonna do about it’ and it’s like dude. i mean i’m going i paid for my fucking flights you know i’m. regardless i’ll be there. and i make $10/hr i have not been able to work consistently and when you don’t have thousands and thousands of dollars just sitting there accumulating more interest it doesn’t fucking last. like what exactly do you want me to say? i’ll drain all my accounts and give what little i have to you? tldr my main point here is the only way this man truly shows any kind of affection is through money and since he fucked me up im glad to take advantage of that lol like why wouldn’t i. so to have it thrown back in my face is just um an awful feeling. like im not even worth this to you. this is just too much. it truly does feel like someone put a number on love and im just not up there

[citizen-zero]

WIBTA for taking advantage of my boss’ possible manic episode?

I know this already sounds bad but hear me out.

So I (30M) am the sole employee of this guy (62M) who’s honestly just a miserable boss and an even more miserable person. It sucks so bad working for him—the pay is horrendous, he’s verbally abusive, and the working conditions are awful (in the winter I literally have to stay bundled up the whole work day because he refuses to put the heat on in the office). He wouldn’t even give me holidays off if it wasn’t for the fact that there’s basically nothing to do those days because everywhere else is closed. I’m almost positive he unironically thinks poor people should die if they can’t work. His nephew (aka his only living relative and just the nicest guy) came by yesterday to invite him to Christmas dinner and he told him he’d see him in hell.

I cannot stress this enough—it’s BAD. I’d quit, but it’s been hard finding a better job and I’ve got four kids at home, including one with special needs.

Anyway, so here’s where I’m wondering if I’d be the asshole. Today was Christmas Day and he showed up at my house out of nowhere (huge red flag, I know). At first I thought he’d forgotten I had the day off and he was here to chew me out, which was worrying enough, but then his whole demeanor changed and he was super happy and excited and talking about how he was going to raise my salary. He even mentioned possibly making me a partner in the firm.

Now if that was it, I’d feel a little weird about the suddenness of it but it’d be fine. I’m not going to complain about having more money to feed my family. But then he started talking about how he wanted to pay our mortgage off. He talked about wanting to pay for our son to get the very expensive medical care that’s probably going to save his life. He mentioned at one point that he was going to be donating a huge amount of money to charity too—I knew he was rich but it staggered me. All this from a guy who doesn’t (didn’t?) even want to turn on the heat or the lights because it costs too much money.

It was such a sudden and drastic change that happened very literally overnight and now I’m kind of concerned he’s having a manic episode or something. I really, really want to accept his sudden generosity (I probably will; my wife is all for it and thinks he owes it to us), and I would love to believe that he’s truly had a sudden change of heart (an actual Christmas miracle lol) but I’m just worried about the possible consequences of accepting huge financial gifts like this from someone who I believe might be experiencing some kind of break from reality. Even if there’s nothing legally wrong with it, I’m worried about the ethics of it.

TLDR, my asshole boss might be in the middle of a mental breakdown. WIBTA if I accepted his offer to pay off my mortgage and my son’s medical expenses?

[xhyjin]

husband toji! who would try his best to spoil you, even when he’s struggling financially. you want a romantic getaway? don’t worry, because he’s already saving up, cutting corners wherever he can, just to see the joy on your face when he surprises you with the trip of your dreams.

husband toji! he isn’t the most romantic man, but he tries his best. when he notices the small smile on your face as you watch a man surprise his partner with flowers hidden behind his back, he makes a mental note. the next time he’s away on a mission that lasts too long, he shows up at your door with a slightly crumpled bouquet in hand, looking a little awkward but secretly proud when he sees your face light up.

husband toji! who loves when you fall asleep on him—not just because he enjoys running his fingers through your hair as you rest on his chest, but also because it’s the perfect opportunity to snap a picture of the two of you. with a smirk on his face in the photo, he sends it to shiu with the caption, “bet you don’t have a cutie laying on you right now.” it always earns him an immediate middle-finger reply from shiu, which only makes his grin wider.

husband toji! who never expected to find himself in this position again—so lovestruck and soft for you that it sometimes scares him. he’s torn between wanting to bare his soul to you and protect you from the weight of his past. he doesn’t know if he should tell you about his late wife and the son he left behind, afraid it might change the way you see him, but also yearning for you to understand the parts of him he’s kept hidden for so long.

husband toji! who knows it’s wrong, knows he should let you be independent, but he can’t help himself. when you think he’s at work, he’s actually following you from a distance, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re safe. the guilt of shadowing you like a stalker eats at him, but the thought of failing to protect you is even worse. so, he watches quietly, torn between trusting the world and trusting only himself to keep you safe.

husband toji! who finds himself spending money on “useless” and “childish” things like cute plushies or clothes simply because they remind him of you. he’ll grumble about it under his breath, but the moment he sees your delighted smile when he gives them to you, he knows it’s worth every penny.

husband toji! who doesn’t prepare for missions by training or strategizing beforehand, but by taking a long shower using your body wash, your shampoo, your conditioner, and your lotion—anything that smells like you. he sprays your perfume all over his body and clothes, not caring if anyone (shiu) questions why he smells so feminine and sweet. the comforting scent of you clings to him like a shield, grounding him when he’s away and reminding him of the warmth waiting for him at home.

husband toji! who secretly adores when you ask for his help with the little things. need help putting on your necklace for date night? he’s already behind you, gently moving your hair aside, his fingers brushing your skin as he clasps it on, all while staring at you lovingly through the mirror. need help opening a jar? don’t worry—he’s leaning over you in an instant, taking the jar from your delicate hands and twisting it open with ease. before you can thank him, he dips a finger into the jam, tastes it, and smirks, “almost as sweet as you,” he whispers in your ear, walking away just as he catches the sight of your flustered reflection in the marble counter.

husband toji! who sometimes forgets the strength of his own body, so he’s always extra, extra gentle with you. whether it’s holding your hand, pulling you into a hug, or brushing a strand of hair from your face, he moves with deliberate care, afraid of even the slightest chance of hurting you. his touch, though strong, always feels like the softest embrace, as if he’s protecting something he treasures more than anything.

husband toji! who picks up your hobbies just to have more in common with you, even if they’re things he never imagined himself doing—like painting, baking, or knitting. at first, he fumbles awkwardly, grumbling about how “this isn’t his thing,” but before long, he finds himself enjoying it more than he expected. the real joy, though, comes from seeing your excitement as you share these moments together, making him realize he’d try anything if it meant spending more time with you.

husband toji! who, after a gut-wrenching moment during one of his missions, realizes he doesn’t want to do it anymore. he doesn’t want to risk his life when all he wants is to spend it with you. knowing it’ll be hard to convince shiu, he brings you along under the pretense that you’re just meeting his friend. as you take a seat beside him, your face glowing with excitement at finally meeting one of his friends, toji and shiu sit across and beside you, their expressions serious as they speak in coded phrases to keep you blissfully unaware of toji’s real job. toji glances at you, his heart softening at your smile, and silently vows to make his case to shiu—because you’re his reason to walk away from it all.

husband toji! who will gladly hold your purse without hesitation when it keeps slipping off your shoulder, or carry your heels in one hand while giving you his slippers to wear, walking barefoot himself without a second thought. he doesn’t care about the stares or the inconvenience—your comfort is all that matters to him, and he’d do anything to make sure you’re at ease.

husband toji! whose favorite hobby, out of all the ones he picked up from you, is coming home to find you asleep on his side of the bed, wearing his tee and boxers, clutching his pillow to your chest. he gently removes the pillow, replacing it with himself as he slides into bed, pulling you close. with his arms around you, he kisses your forehead and whispers softly in your ear how grateful he is for you and how deeply he loves you, even if you can only hear him in your dreams.

[creatingblackcharacters]

No, That’s Not ‘How Color Works’. - Whitewashing

Whitewashing, as defined by Merriam-Webster:

"to alter (something) in a way that favors, features, or caters to white people: such as a) to portray (the past) in a way that increases the prominence, relevance, or impact of white people and minimizes or misrepresents that of nonwhite people and B) to alter (an original story) by casting a white performer in a role based on a nonwhite person or fictional character"

In fandom context, we know it to include:

Making someone’s skin lighter

Making someone’s hair a thinner texture

Changing someone’s nose to be thinner

Shrinking their lips

Changing the character in their entirety to be someone else

The Normalization of Whitewashing

Remember how I mentioned last lesson that despite the nature of poorly drawn Black characters, most audiences are not turned off enough to discourage the action in professional works? Similar idea with whitewashing. Not the same- unlike the Ambiguously Brown Character, which claims to have plausible deniability, overt whitewashing is usually enough to make fans speak up! But that’s the key word here- overt! It has to be “bad enough” to make enough people speak up, but as we’ve seen many a time, “bad enough” seems to have a much higher threshold for nonblack viewership (sometimes the limit doesn’t exist!)

Some visual examples

This is a link to my personal thread on a Netflix show I was watching- Worst Ex Ever. Now, while the show itself was quite enlightening, there was something I could not get over. I thought I was going crazy. And that was that no matter how dark the person of color would be in real life, the animated portions would draw this light pinkish-brown. Every. Single. Time. It's like they couldn't fathom scrolling down the color wheel. And this is a Netflix original! Netflix has plenty of money for someone to have caught this in creation. But... it was produced. And put out. And they're making more of it.

I asked all of the Dragon Age fans about the series, and uh… I didn’t know things were this bad, guys! Apparently this is a man of color, but it doesn't seem like the creators want you to know that 🤣. Jokes aside, as I’ve discussed before, the noticeable whitewashing- and that was one of many racist things I was told- was not enough to prevent sales... so why would they stop? I can only hope this new game, with all the updates, is enough to turn the tide. But the series has gone on for a while now, that if they’d chosen to do ye same olde… there clearly would not be a lack of financial support to prevent it.

Colorism as a Tool

Even when actors of color are cast, colorism often plays a role in normalizing whitewashing to audiences, even to Black audiences! People think “oh well at least they’re Black!” as if that is the only important part. It is not.

While Aaron Pierre, the actor cast for John Stewart of Green Lantern fame, is a GORGEOUS, STUNNING man, he is not the dark-skinned man that John Stewart is supposed to be and should not have been cast! To me, this is overt colorism, but clearly for many people this is not “enough” to warrant concern or even prevent the casting itself- including the studio behind the movie! Black fans have plead for years for the character of Storm to be played by a dark-skinned, preferably African, woman, and it has never happened.

It naturally happens in fan spaces as well, which is another indicator that colorism as a tool for whitewashing is quite effective for audiences. If I see one more Zendaya fan cast for Kida from Atlantis, I will scream. It’s been happening for years, and I don’t think any of the people who just want to see her and Tom on screen either understand or care that Kida is a dark-skinned character. Zendaya doesn’t look anything like Kida- it doesn’t matter if she’s Black too! Just because someone is Black does not mean they can play every single Black character! I’ve even seen people fancast Emilia Clarke of Game of Thrones fame, to which… I don’t have the words. I can’t fathom what would cause these decisions other than racism.

The Common Excuses

I must be honest. I don’t really feel like re-iterating how certain things are not okay and how to fix them, because I’ve already discussed these things in massive detail. So I’m just going to direct the excuses I regularly hear to my lessons, where you can read up on them.

“Their hair/eyes are like that because they’re biracial so-”

Relevant Lessons: 2.1, 2.2, 2.3, 8, 9, 10

There is nothing wrong with having biracial characters with a range of features. I am not saying that! Because yeah, genetics do happen!

But I mentioned this in my last lesson, and I will re-emphasize here, that using biracial identity as a way to whitewash is a sinister form of racism. The intention here- the real intention- is the issue here! The idea that somehow this character can only look the way you want them to look by "diluting" their Blackness… I don’t know how you can explain yourselves out of that one.

You don’t get to use us as an excuse for diversity while still trying to maintain your preference for Eurocentric beauty standards. Black biracial people don’t always look light skinned, thin-haired and ambiguous, and even the ones that do don’t deserve to be treated as your fetish for pretend antiracism. If you just want to draw a white person with a tan, do that. But don’t change a character’s entire look just so you can work in some whiteness. If you want to claim that canon Black character’s mother was white, then I guess they inherited some of her personality because their features should not change.

“It’s my style/It’s the color-”

Relevant Lessons: 3, 4, 10

I hate all excuses for whitewashing, but I’ve grown to despise, hate, abhor and loathe this one the most as I’ve become an artist. I wish there were stronger words to describe just how much I hate the “style” and “color” excuse.

Are style and use of color oft intertwined? Absolutely. I’m not saying they aren’t. But out of everything, there are two things I want artists to understand:

1. Style does not cancel out racism! No style forces you to choose ashy greys and to change peoples’ features. That’s you! If you look at something, and it looks offensive, you change the style. You grow as an artist!

2. “Everyone who is brown will look ashy so I just-” if you recognize that your Black characters look strange in comparison to your nonblack characters, then it’s time to try something else! I don’t understand this sudden need for “realism” when it comes to color and lighting, but not when it comes to hair, for example. No one cares about realism when giving every and all Black characters wavy tresses they probably wouldn’t have, but suddenly milquetoast watercolor attempts at brown and off-putting lighting is “how it works”. That’s not fair.

The color picker is an available tool! I use it often!

Dead giveaway of purposeful whitewashing: if someone gets the outfit color palette right via color picking, but the skin color is multiple shades lighter. That means they were looking at that character and chose not to proceed.

Dead giveaway of purposeful whitewashing: if the white characters in the show are completely correct in their palettes. Again, that means they cared enough to look at everyone else… and not the Black characters.

If you use the color picker and the color picked is… disrespectful, you do not have to use that! You can simply choose a better color that is still similar to the brown that ought to be depicted!

“It’s the lighting-”

Relevant Lessons: 4, 5

If your white characters do not shine like snow in the sunlight because of your lighting, then your lighting does not make your Black characters suddenly light tan.

If your Black characters look bad in your lighting of choice- for example, putting a very dark-skinned character in electric white lighting can be ghastly- try changing the intensity or the color of the lighting. DON’T change your character’s skin color!

I'm going to show you some pictures of South Sudanese model Nyakim Gatwech. Pay attention to the choices of light, color, and makeup.

Look how BEAUTIFUL she is! Look at the choices of intensity and color of light, and how they make her look different in each image.

Now look at this image in comparison:

In this image, whoever did her makeup and took this picture did not take into consideration her skin tone. She's also under this really intense lighting. This is an example of "increasing the lighting does NOT make an image "better"". She didn't need to have lighter skin or "more lighting" to look good. She needed BETTER lighting, lighting that worked with HER.

To see this as an example in drawn art, @dsm7 makes an excellent argument for proper lighting and color, why it is an issue to use it as an excuse, and how to solve that problem.

‼️DISCLAIMER FOR NEXT EXAMPLE‼️

Okay. I am about to show y’all a fan-created example from my personal experience. It is a TEACHING EXPERIENCE ONLY. I am not including the artist’s name in this image. It happened a couple years ago, and it’s over- they’ve chosen to be who they are despite me kindly confronting them about it. The only reason I’m including it at all is because I feel like it would be remiss to have such a clear-cut, multi-level example, and not teach with it. That said, no, I am not telling anyone to act out towards them. Again, that is not what I’m telling you to do. The last thing I need is a literal lynch mob of angry nonblack viewership for trying to teach you all, and y’all sitting there watching it happen to me. Every example of whitewashing is not going to be so obvious, but I hope you learn how to spot the examples in the art you see and share.

I'm obviously a Hades fan, particularly of Patroclus- despite my disdain for the lack of effort in his canon character design. So I've seen a lot of things. That said:

“Well it’s just MY design of them-”

Relevant Lessons: ALL

The sepia coloring did not do this. The lighting did not do this. The design is the exact same as the Hades version, even down to the shape of the hair curling in the back. The only thing that is different… is the man himself.

Y'all. Y'all! You CANNOT take a pre-existing Black character and say “oh well this is my design of them” …and the design is of a whole white person. Because if the rest of the fit is the same, and the only thing that changed is the Blackness… Racism. If you’re going to “make up your own design”, then do that!

“Blackwashing”

Speaking of: I’m sure someone edgy out there thinks they’re so smart as they retort to the screen: “but if that’s not okay, then why is Blackwashing okay?” To which I say- shut up. 😐

The “definition” by fandom: making a nonblack character Black, usually an anime character, but characters in general.

Funny enough, the actual definition in the dictionary (or closest to) is “to defame”, in contrast with whitewash (as in whitewashing history). Maybe racist fans ARE using it correctly when they say you’re blackwashing their characters, when they mean you’re making them “less likable because they’re Black now”. 🤔

Anyway: Blackwashing is not real for the same reason reverse racism is not real.

Me painting these characters brown is not going to take away from the fact that there are far more of you in media than there is of me. Me saying that I ‘headcanon a character as Black with 4C hair’ is not going to make the studio go “oh! Well they must be Black with 4C hair now!” Me saying “oh I think I’d like this character better if they were Black” as a beta tester (less overtly, obviously, because I’m not racist!) will never make a studio change that character. Black viewers have minimal value in comparison to the power of the white viewer’s dollar. I could draw white characters Black every single day of every single game media… and they would still produce majority white characters. There has not been centuries- if not millennia, when we consider Jesus Christ himself, even- of purposeful “Blackwashing” with the intent of removing the original ethnicity- and thus importance- of white people. No one has ever been allowed to forget when someone is white. No one has ever been allowed to forget or not acknowledge white people.

How it could be "solved"

Personally, I love Black edits and I welcome them here. I find them creative and fun. But if you really, REALLY didn’t want us to make those edits, then naturally, we need more Black characters in all of our media!

I wouldn’t have to make edits if I saw more of me to begin with in the things I like to watch- but when we have those characters, racists act an ass about them. We’re not allowed to even be present! I’ve seen too many gamer bros mocking the existence of Yasuke in Assassin’s Creed, and he was a real ass man. But if we made a game about African peoples in African societies, how many of the gamer bros would actually play those games? Do you think there’d be as much support, when we hear so much about Black characters that are treated so abhorrently? How many games do we have where people would love their faves just as much if they were Black? I even learned that Solas was apparently supposed to be a man of color. IMAGINE how many people would not have liked that man, with the same exact plot and characterization.

Something I’ve noticed recently: apparently "Blackwashing" is not a thing when White fans “allow” it. Take this recent trend with Miku. International Miku was beloved! But if you draw any other character as Black on any other day, there will be people that are horrid about it. Ask any artist, Black artists and Black cosplayers especially, who’s ever done it what their comments are like. I’ve read entire missives akin to white supremacist drivel on how it’s somehow morally wrong to make characters Black. Meanwhile no amount of “hey maybe you shouldn’t do this” prevented the movie Gods of Egypt from being created, with a cast full of British White people.

Solutions to Avoiding Whitewashing!

1) Using References!!

Do I think you should know what Black people look like? Yes. We’re humans. It’s 2024. Everyone knows what we look like when it’s time to hate and discriminate against us, so you know what we look like when it’s time to love and depict us. If you’re on Tumblr, you have access to the Internet. ESPECIALLY if you’re in the U.S., as Black people are the source of damn near every piece of online pop culture. If you can find my dialect to make my jokes, you can find pictures of me.

Would I rather you use a reference every single time so that you can only strengthen your depiction of my people? ABSOLUTELY.

Anyone on the Internet telling you not to use a reference or that you shouldn’t need a reference? Unfollow them. You don’t need that negativity in your life. Why would you deprive yourself of a tool to create? The greatest portrait painters in history had to look at their subjects! You are not getting paid nearly as much to do this as Hans Holbein, and he had to stare at Henry VIII correct else lose his head- you can pull up multiple references. I’d far rather be judged for using hella references than be judged for being a racist!

Part of the issue is people draw what they’re used to, what they’re comfortable with (thus last lesson). But if what you’re used to is not what someone will look like… That’s not okay. Their features are not the issue, your skills are the issue. Learn! Practice! There is no rush. No one is rushing you to be perfect at drawing Black characters, and no one is rushing you to post them. You can just practice! If you’re not a professional, you can take as long as you need to draw! If you need to draw that piece of hair over and over until you feel like you have down the shape, you do that! If you need to use a tool that would draw the hair for you, you get that tool!

If you want to post, you can say you are practicing! If you make clear you are practicing, then be willing to accept that people may have feedback. I’d far rather deal with someone saying they’re unconfident and practicing, than someone posting a whitewashed caricature and closing their ears because “well at least I’m trying!”

2) Empathize! Care about actual Black people when you create a Black character!

Imagine, if you will, in the Twilight Zone: you went to an artist, and you asked for a white character (I typed in “regular looking white dude” on google). There’s hardly ever any white characters, you’re so super excited about this one! You paid good money, because you’ve seen just how amazing this artist creates! They’re so good at drawing characters of color! But no matter how many times you ask, they send you back an image of… Assad Zaman.

That man might be fine as hell! Gorgeous! Beautifully done! Chef’s kiss. Stunning! But… He’s not white. That’s not what you asked or paid for. You can’t even fathom how they mixed this up, they don’t even look alike! And when you confront them, they gaslight you, they call YOU the issue for not understanding how you can’t tell that this is a white man! They would never get this wrong! They have white friends, you’re the racist! But you’re not stupid, and you have functioning eyes- you can SEE what this drawing looks like! And… It’s not you.

It’s dehumanizing. It’s being told that there’s a “better way” to look like you, and that’s by… Not looking like you. You, as you exist, are what’s incorrect. Your identity is incorrect, not their drawing. It’s better to have thinner hair instead of an afro or locs, it’s better to have lighter skin, it’s better to have a straighter, thinner nose over a round one, and smaller lips.

And what makes it worse is knowing that people who don’t look like you? Probably won’t care. They won’t be willing to see- not unable, but unwilling- that playing with this caricature is harmful, that they’re propagating harm by not acknowledging it. They’re letting you know that your humanity means less to them than the clout received with a whitewashed or half-assed Black character, and that people will applaud them for that ‘attempt at inclusion’. And people will applaud! They will be entertained by the mere performance! And that hurts.

I’m going to say this, and it’s awkward and I try not to say it directly on here, but… Having Black friends and/or being around actual, real life Black people would help. I can tell from some of the questions I receive that Black characters and their traits- especially things like our hair and our cultures- are being treated as… alien concepts. But even if, for whatever reason, you legitimately don’t know any Black people, you do not need to know us individually to care about our humanity as a whole! Even if you do not know we’re there, we are, and we could possibly see your work!

By acknowledging Blackness and making room to understand what it means- and that includes how we can look- you are doing the bare minimum of acknowledging our personhood. If you cannot do even that, you don’t need to be drawing us.

Conclusion

Here’s the thing: if you want to draw a white man with tanned skin, do that. Just do it! You do NOT have to erase me to have more of you! There is not a single fandom where the majority of the white fans ever said “gee, not another white guy!” It simply doesn’t happen. God knows we wish it did sometimes. You will always have an audience for white characters. There’s no danger to any of you of “being erased”.

(Without putting on my political hat, I will say that a lot of white people who consider themselves to be far from white supremacist will express beliefs in line with great replacement theory if you push them hard enough. It is unfortunately not as uncommon an idea as you might think. I would do some self-evaluation.)

People are going to notice that you only ever draw white people, but… To be frank, that has never stopped anybody from being successful. Again, Jen Zee, at Supergiant with the terrible dark-skinned characters… Still has a job. at Supergiant. A professional studio. Dragon Age. Multiple games of consistent whitewashing and racist writing. Still going. If racism prevented creation and popularity, I wouldn’t have to have this blog. Alas, that is the society we currently live in.

But if you ACTUALLY want to depict Black characters, if you ACTUALLY want to do right and be respectful- not because you want the clout, but because it’s the right damn thing to do- then you need to commit! This means drawing them as they are meant to be! Accept that you’ll likely lose some fan base, who was there (whether they were aware of it or not) for the white and lighter skinned characters. Accept that this means that trying to appeal to those people by whitewashing characters is 1) wrong, 2) racist, which is 3) something you chose to do when you could simply have just… Drawn more white people.

I’ll say it again: antiracism is hard. It’s hard doing the right thing in a society that rewards racism so easily. It’s really hard knowing that people will stop supporting you or caring as much about your work when you start including Black characters as actively as you do white ones, especially if you start talking about the importance of it. But in my honest opinion, I’d far rather be someone that cared about others, with genuine fans, than someone that was racist for the fleeting internet clout of strangers. And that may be less ‘hopeful’ than I normally am in these lessons, but… People make choices. And people who have been informed- as you are now- are aware of the choices they are making. It’s the thought that counts, but the action that delivers- let’s choose better actions.

[hoshigray]

But like…sugar daddy!Nanami bending you over his pool table and just fucking your brains out🙈‼️

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: missed writing for nanami, let's gooo!

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: sugar daddy! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sex on a pool table - finger sucking - lingerie - breast fondling + nipple play - standing (bent over) position - praise - Daddy kink - pet names (baby, good girl, honey, love, sweetheart, sweetpea) - protected sex (bc he's a gentleman, lol) - mention of drool/spit.

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“—Mmmph! Ohhh…Kent—Oooh!”

“Yes, baby…God, you look so good.”

“Your fingers; you’re going too…Mmmm…”

Being a sugar baby is a blessing in its own way. Not having to worry so much about your financial situations as they’re taken care of in your day-to-day life can be a bit overwhelming to comprehend in the days you forget entirely; however, you can’t lie that it’s not a nice lifestyle to live in. All your money troubles no longer being a constant weight on your shoulders, moved aside for you to enjoy your life as freely as you wish compared to before.

And what’s better is that the man taking care of said troubles was indeed a miracle worker — and quite the looker. Nanami Kento, your sugar daddy, took you in when you put your online advertisement looking for a sugar daddy, and you can only thank the stars above for such a wonderful man to come falling from the heavens above to put your mind at ease.

And trust and believe that he’s done so in ways more than one.

He had you bent by his pool table in the living space of his penthouse, your legs spread for him to have your skirt lifted to your waist. It’s easier for his hand to go to your lacy panties and slide his fingers in to meet your folds. And after a few minutes, he’s already made you a complete mess just by the thickness of his digits. 

You squirm, gripping the billard stick that rests on the velvety skin of the pool table. “Hahhhn, ohooo, stoop, don’t rub there—Hic…!” Your hands grip the shoulder of his work shirt.

“Oh? Don’t like it when I do…this?” The blunt of Nanami’s fingertips scrapes the upper wall of your vaginal walls with a curled motion, and you lament with the jerk of your thighs. “But all I’m doing is rewarding my baby.”

His reward was specifically targeted to what you were wearing. Your opened buttoned-up shirt exposed your recent purchase of a new lingerie set; the complex design of the intimate clothing and the bold hue of the color–your favorite color–complimented your skin enchantingly. The blonde man behind you couldn’t keep his eyes and hands off you the moment you meekly showed off the bra of the set. 

“And judging by how tight you’re squeezing my fingers,” he says to your ear while another graze of your inner walls has you arch towards him. “You seem to love this, right, honey?” His free hand was groping one of your breasts; the material of the laced bra felt pleasant to the touch along the squish of your mound.

“Hoooh, ohhGod, Kento, please,” you were a whimpering mess literally in the palm of his hand; he’d made you come once already, so your insides had yet to subside from the acute height that kept you trembling to his touch. “I caan’t, no moooore…If you keep up, I-I’ll—“

“What?” He kisses your cheek, nearly having you give to your knees. “Don’t wanna cum on my fingers?” You shook your head hurriedly, enticing your neck for him to lay more gentle kisses. “What do you wanna cum on then, sweetpea?”

You use your hips to answer, grinding your wet southern lips on the zipper of his expensive, linen dress trousers. Yet, while he returns the motion with synced ruts to your chasm with the tent of his groin, it’s safe to say he doesn’t mind the mess. 

“This,” you moan with more rubs on his pants. “I wanna cum on you, Kent. Please, lemme cum on you…”

The sound of his chuckle has you twitching on his digits, wailing when he stretches your opening with a scissoring motion. “Good girl, asking so nicely…” With a hum, he withdraws his fingers from your warmth and brings your pricy underwear down to your thighs, brushing its garters. After bringing his trousers down and freeing his erection from his briefs, he grabs for the condom from his pocket to release from its wrapper. Once the rubber is on and fitted, Nanami guides his cock to the hole of your vagina. 

The insertion of the cockhead has you gasping sharply, the cue stick in your grasp being the only thing you can use as security as your sugar daddy pushes every inch of his shaft inside you. You could never get used to the girth, the stretch of his limb so euphorically good, and the graze of the tip on the sensitive itches that make you hiccup. And the hilt of his pelvis meets your folds, sighing now that his entire cock is finally one with you.

He rocks back and forth leisurely, careful not to have you released on him just yet. Both his hands now meet your chest, fondling the flesh of your breasts in such a loving fashion that you whimper with the pull of his dick. God, the way his tip perfectly rubs on your inner texture has your brows furrowed and eyes sewn shut, wanting to truly indulge in the sensation that piques the delicate keenness of your nerves.

“Ahaaa, ohoofuck,” you jolt when he suddenly throws a rough thrust to your ass; the stick in your hand hits two Aramith billiard balls to the long rails of the table. “Yesss, right there, Kentoo…! Feel so good…”

“Yeah, honey?” The weight of him on your back as he bends his frame above yours, speaking softly to your ear as if wanting you to shiver on his chest. “Feeling good?” You nod hurriedly with the tweak of your nipples under the rough pads of his fingers. “All cute and good for me…Want me to make you feel even more good?”

“Yes…Daddy,” Oh my, you used the title—a step you were cautious to use at the moment yet albeit eager for the results. And the sand-haired man snaps his hips abruptly, causing a shriek to sneak past you without noticing.

He’s done with the slow pacing—the rhythm now increased to a rapid cadence that evokes more sounds to escape with every rock of your figure. Gosh, you hope you weren’t leaving scratch marks on this man’s pool table. It would make you feel terrible damaging his property. However, that sounds like a worry to check back later when you’re not squealing your mind out.

“—Oooh!! F–fffshiiiit, Daddy!” Your eyes roll up at the scrape of your G-spot. “N–Not shoo fa—Ahhhh! T’oo muuch…!”

“But you’re too close to slow down, love,” Nanami kisses your cheek before slithering his hand to stuff his fore and middle fingers into your mouth. You sounded too cute mewing for him while sucking on his fingers. And it doesn’t help that the erratic ruts to your cunt have you shrilling even more, drool trickling down to your chin just to fall on the table surface. “Come on, sweetpea, let it all out…Hnnmm, let me feel it.”

The piston of his pelvis smacking the skin of your ass with the thick digits stuffed in your mouth is too much to follow through, the climb of your climax becoming more complicated to avoid as the milliseconds rush away. You submit to your growing dizziness as your peak shakes you down.

The orgasm has you screaming out loud, your legs trembling with the flutter of your walls around Nanami’s dick while he slowly plunges himself in and outward, relishing the snugness of your slit. You suck on his fingers hard, nearly choking on spit when your body is experiencing the pulses at its own pace. Your elbows wobble, giving way for you to slump down and accidentally hit an object ball with the cue stick, knocking onto another and pushing it an inch away from a pocket.

Nanami chortles, straightening himself to massage your waist through your aftershocks. “Nice backspin, sweetheart.”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – header edit done by me + dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

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Labor of Love with: Housewardens

Ways in which they show their devotion through actions.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle is meticulous.

It’s something you’ve always known, but it hits you harder when you see the neatly organized stack of notes waiting for you on your desk. Every single day, without fail, he goes out of his way to make sure your materials are in order—sections color-coded, key points highlighted, and even definitions written in the margins in his precise, careful handwriting.

You never asked him to do it. He never mentioned it, either. But he does it anyway.

And that realization makes your heart swell.

So, when you walk in and find him seated at your desk, methodically sorting through your latest notes, red pen in hand, you don’t hesitate.

You step forward, wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind, and rest your chin against his head.

Riddle stills. You feel his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly.

Then, slowly, he leans into you.

You press a soft kiss to his cheek. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

His hand tightens around the pen. “…I want to.”

That’s when you know.

You squeeze him just a little tighter. “I love you too, Riddle.”

His ears turn red, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he simply exhales, tilting his head just enough that your cheek rests against his.

And just like that, he continues working, letting you hold him as long as you want.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona hates unnecessary work. Hates anything that requires more energy than necessary.

And yet, when you're around, you never have to lift a damn finger.

You don’t even think about it most days—the way your bag just disappears from your shoulder, the weight suddenly gone as you walk beside him. He never makes a show of it, never announces it. One second, it’s there; the next, it’s slung over his own shoulder like it belongs to him.

Today, though, you notice.

You glance at him, watching the way he strides forward like he’s done nothing at all, green eyes lazy and indifferent. He’s grumbling under his breath about class, about professors, about how this is exactly why he doesn’t bother showing up half the time.

A grin spreads across your face. Without warning, you loop your arms around his and lean into him as you walk, practically hanging off of him.

Leona scoffs. “The hell are you doin’?”

“You’re cute,” you say simply.

His ears twitch. He clicks his tongue, looking away. “Whatever, herbivore.”

But he doesn’t shake you off. And when your fingers intertwine with his, his grip tightens, holding on just a little firmer than before.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul Ashengrotto is, first and foremost, a businessman. A professional. A shark in the waters of commerce, always calculating, always scheming.

And yet, somehow, Mostro Lounge always seems to have a convenient couple’s discount whenever you’re craving something.

Today, it’s that seasonal dessert you offhandedly mentioned a few days ago. Suspiciously, the lounge is now offering a limited-time deal—50% off for couples! Azul, ever the shrewd entrepreneur (liar), insists that it would be financially irresponsible not to take advantage of such an incredible offer.

“We are a couple,” he says, adjusting his glasses with a perfectly straight face. “And our deals are, as always, unmatched. It would be a waste not to dine here.”

You can’t help but smile. He’s so transparent, pretending this wasn’t orchestrated specifically for you. But you don’t call him out on it—you just squeeze his hand a little tighter, warmth spreading through your chest as you sip your drink.

Azul coughs lightly, looking away, but his fingers tighten around yours.

For all his talk of profit, it’s moments like this that prove the truth: when it comes to you, he’d rather give than take.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim always, always walks you back.

It doesn’t matter if the sky is clear or if the rain is coming down in sheets. If he’s exhausted from a long day or if a million other things are demanding his attention—he will be there, right by your side.

And, of course, he insists on holding hands.

“What if a rogue cat attacks us?” he says earnestly, fingers lacing through yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It makes no sense. At all. But who are you to question him when he looks at you like that? When his smile is so bright, so genuine, just because you took his hand?

You huff a laugh, squeeze his fingers, and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. He beams, delighted, and tugs you forward with even more enthusiasm.

You let him lead the way—because, really, how could you not?

Vil Schoenheit

Vil never lets you run on empty.

It doesn’t matter how busy he is, how many rehearsals, photoshoots, or brand meetings he has lined up—he will make time to ensure you’ve eaten properly. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, all balanced, all nutritious, all approved by him.

So when he strides into the lunchroom, posture perfect despite the exhaustion clinging to his frame, you already know what’s coming. He gracefully sets down a container in front of you—a salad, curated to perfection, each ingredient placed with care.

“You need more greens in your diet,” he says, tone firm but eyes softer than usual. “And before you protest, this has everything your body requires for optimal function.”

You don’t protest. You just watch him as he picks at his own food, launching into a detailed explanation of the health benefits of each ingredient. His voice is smooth, poised, but there’s a faint weariness beneath it, the telltale signs of a long morning.

And yet, he still came.

Still made sure you were taken care of.

Your heart clenches, full to the brim with adoration. You lean forward, resting your chin on your hand as you gaze at him, utterly enamored.

Vil pauses mid-sentence, eyes flicking up to meet yours. He exhales, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“What?” he asks, almost amused.

You just shake your head, spearing a piece of lettuce with your fork. “Nothing,” you say, smile warm. “I just really, really love you.”

He scoffs, cheeks faintly pink. “At least finish your meal before getting sentimental.”

But when you take your first bite, he looks pleased.

Idia Shroud

Idia has his own way of looking out for you.

It’s not grand gestures or flowery words—no, he’s far too awkward for that. But when you’re struggling with a game level, you mysteriously find it cleared the next day, your inventory suddenly stocked with rare loot.

When your gacha pulls are unlucky, an absurd amount of in-game currency finds its way to your account, no explanation given (but you know exactly who’s responsible).

Even when he’s too anxious to come out, Ortho arrives with care packages—snacks, drinks, even a plushie once (“Big Brother said you might need a comfort buff,” Ortho had cheerfully reported).

Right now, you’re sitting on his bed, watching as he games. The glow of his monitors reflects off his hair, his fingers moving quickly over his keyboard. Despite being engrossed, he still glances over at you every so often.

“Are you comfortable?” he mumbles, barely above a whisper.

Your heart clenches. You shift closer, pressing against his side as you smile.

“I really, really love you,” you say softly.

Idia fumbles, missing a crucial input, and his character dies instantly.

“…Y-you just had to say that mid-boss fight,” he groans, hair flaring pink.

You just laugh, leaning into him as he frantically tries to respawn.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus always listens.

You could be rambling about the most mundane thing—a pebble you saw on the side of the road, the weirdly shaped cloud that looked like a potato—and he’d listen like you were reciting sacred text. His emerald eyes stay fixed on you, unwavering, as if every word you speak is precious.

Malleus always makes sure you’re safe, too. If it rains when you’re together, you’ve noticed something peculiar—lightning never strikes near you. Not once. As if the storm itself knows better than to disturb you.

Right now, you’re recounting Grim’s latest kitchen disaster, hands gesturing wildly as you describe the flames, the shrieking, the very near death experience of your breakfast. And there he is, watching, listening, completely enraptured by you like you’re the only thing in the world.

You can’t help yourself. You lean in and kiss him, a quick, impulsive press of your lips against his.

Malleus blinks, surprised, before his expression softens into something warm, something yours.

“…Please continue,” he says, voice gentle.

You laugh, your heart full, and keep talking.

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