#otherwise HE IS AN ADULT TREAT HIM LIKE ONE

[bloody-bee-tea]

Summer of Doom 2025 Day 7 - Watch out!

The additional prompt used for this was "Explosion"

Hitoshi can't believe that Aizawa and Yamada are taking him out for dinner to celebrate his first day in Class 2-A, and yet here they are.

It's a fairly good restaurant, something Hitoshi has never been too and would never have the means to pay for, but Aizawa and Yamada insisted on covering his food for him, claiming the celebration as a reason and Hitoshi can't deny that he feels uneasy.

He should be the one thanking them; he would still be stuck in Gen Ed without them—Aizawa especially—and it feels wrong to let them treat him. It's not as if he can pay for all of their dinner instead though—he doesn't even have enough to pay for his own—but he feels as if he needs to do something nice for them as well.

Hitoshi will have to ponder that later. For now he needs to enjoy this evening out, with people he likes and who care about him and who are proud of him of all things and he can worry about everything else later.

The evening is going great; it's always surprisingly fun to spend time with Aizawa and Yamada outside of school and training and even though it happens fairly regularly Hitoshi never fails to be surprised about it.

But then Aizawa and Yamada share a look between them and suddenly it's not at all fun anymore, because Hitoshi knows that kind of look.

It's telling him that something bad is about to happen, because adults only ever look at each other like that right before they say something that is about to shatter Hitoshi and he instinctively curls in on himself.

"So, Hitoshi," Yamada starts and he sounds guarded, which is not something Hitoshi is used to.

He feels sick all of a sudden.

"Hizashi and I have been talking," Aizawa chimes in and a shudder runs down Hitoshi's back.

It's always bad when adults talk about him, Hitoshi knows that. He isn't sure what exactly he did to upset them, to disappoint them, but it's clear that he somehow did.

And he needs to make it right.

"I'm sorry," he rushes out, as if that could help, as if that would change anything and he doesn't like the frown that settles on both their faces.

"What are you sorry for?" Aizawa asks after a moment of silence and Hitoshi ducks his head.

"For—whatever I did," he whispers out and he wonders why they would take him out for dinner first if they are this upset with him.

Yamada lets out a long sigh while Aizawa stoically looks at Hitoshi and after a moment Hitoshi starts to fiddle with his hands.

He would prefer it if they could just tell him how he fucked up instead of dragging it out like this and it seems as if his wish is being fulfilled because Yamada starts to speak.

"See, this is exactly why we've been talking. You're afraid, Hitoshi, in a way no child ever should be and Shouta and I we—"

"We wondered if there's something wrong with your foster family. If there is something we could do to help."

"What Shouta actually means, in not so vague terms—" Yamada cuts in while he shoots Aizawa a glare "—is that we'd like to file a report with your caseworker and apply to be your foster parents from now on."

There's a steady buzzing in Hitoshi's ears, drowning out almost every other sound around him and it's only when someone carefully touches his shoulder that Hitoshi snaps back into himself.

"We're sorry for springing it on you like this but we couldn't keep quiet anymore and we just want you to know that we care."

"You care," Hitoshi repeats because he can't believe it.

He knows, in an abstract way, that they care, otherwise they wouldn't have put so much time and effort into training him, but he was always under the impression that it ended there. Training. That's all they cared about, making a good hero out of him, so he wouldn't waste the potential they apparently saw in him.

"Of course we do, Hitoshi. We see how you're struggling, we see how scared you are and we hate it. We want to give you a better home," Aizawa seriously says and Hitoshi stands up so fast, his chair topples over.

Everyone in the restaurant looks over at him, but he can't care about the scene he just caused, because there is no way Aizawa just said that to him.

"I have to—" Hitoshi chokes out and then runs off towards the restrooms, tears blurring his sight.

He knows it's stupid, that they will come after him eventually, but he just needs a moment to calm down, to process, to understand that they not only saw him, but apparently care enough about him to want to do something about it as well.

Hitoshi lets out a sob before he presses a hand to his mouth, crying silently like so many foster homes have taught him and it helps.

He calms down after a few minutes and he realises how monumental it is what Aizawa and Yamada are offering him. It's amazing and scary and exactly what Hitoshi wants, which makes it even scarier but he knows he has to go back out there and say something to them because the longer he lets this sit, the more likely it becomes that they change their minds.

If they haven't already, a cynical part of Hitoshi thinks, because he did create quite the scene earlier and so he rushes to get back out to them, hoping to salvage things at least enough for them to continue wanting to apply to be his foster parents.

Hitoshi splashes a bit of cold water on his face, trying to ignore how his hands shake, and then he goes back out there.

He sees their table still untouched, but Aizawa and Yamada are nowhere to be found and just like that Hitoshi's stomach drops out before he hears Yamada's voice.

Aizawa is crouched in front of a small child, his quirk activating every now and again when the child starts to glow and Yamada seems to be talking to the parents. Hitoshi frowns, wonders what's going on there when the glowing of the child intensifies.

Aizawa clearly tries to activate his quirk again, but ever since he lost his eye it's barely functional and never over long times and it's obviously failing him right now.

There's a split second where everything is silent as the glowing gets almost unbearable and Hitoshi watches how Aizawa whirls around, his eye wide as he pushes Yamada and the child's parents as hard as he can.

"Watch out!" he screams, effortlessly getting the entire restaurant's attention and then he turns back around to the child, his eye flickering red but it's too late.

There's an incredibly loud explosion and then everything is chaos.

Hitoshi's ears are ringing and his eyes are stinging from the dust and smoke in the air and everything aches and then the sound filters back in.

There are screams and something that sounds like tumbling stone and a fire somewhere and it takes Hitoshi a while to get his bearings back.

"Shouta!" he hears Yamada scream, only barely at a volume that is tolerable and when Hitoshi pushes himself to his feet sees that half the restaurant is destroyed.

A part of the ceiling came down, a part of the ground has apparently caved in and there are injured people everywhere.

Yamada himself is bleeding from a headwound and something seems to have pierced his hand but he apparently doesn't care, because he throws himself towards the spot where Aizawa and the child used to be.

There is nothing but rubble there and Hitoshi's stomach drops out when he realises what that must mean.

The child was young enough that this could have been their quirk awakening and Aizawa was close, so close when it happened that it's possible that even under the rubble, there is nothing to be found anymore.

"SHOUTA!" Yamada screams again and this time, there's definitely some quirk in there because Hitoshi's bones vibrate.

"Yamada," he groans out as he pushes himself to his feet and he should help the people around him, there are enough injured patrons of the restaurant who need help but Hitoshi realises that he has to get Yamada to focus first.

If he loses control of his quirk in his apparent panic, they are all going to die.

"Yamada," Hitoshi says again, louder this time as he stumbles forward just as Yamada tries to move a huge part of the ceiling with his bare hands.

He's humming uncontrollably and being near him hurts in a way Hitoshi didn't think possible and he has to stop him.

"No, no, not again, not again, Shouta!"

Hitoshi doesn't know what he's talking about, can't remember ever hearing Eraserhead being caught in a collapsed building but Yamada's eyes are wide and his quirk is out of control and Hitoshi needs to do something.

"Yamada!" he screams, which finally gets his attention because his head snaps around.

It doesn't stop the way Hitoshi's bones vibrate in his body and the sensation is almost unbearable.

"Hitoshi," Yamada breathes out and at least he still recognises him. "We have to get Shouta out right now."

His voice is laced with his quirk and something in Hitoshi's ears pops painfully and then every sound is dampened. Yamada probably just exploded his eardrums and Hitoshi needs to act fast. If he can't control his quirk then he's a danger to the rescue heroes too, and they have more pressing matters to concentrate on.

"What happened?" Hitoshi asks, prays that Yamada even hears him and he allows himself a small moment of relief when Yamada opens and closes his mouth for a moment before he speaks.

"I don't—"

Hitoshi snatches control immediately because his head is starting to ring, and he doesn't even want to think about how everyone else present is doing and just like that, the uncomfortable, painful sensation of his bones vibrating goes away.

"Come towards me," Hitoshi orders Yamada, who obeys him with jerky movements. Hitoshi leads him away from the worst of the explosion and then orders him to sit down.

Hitoshi doesn't trust himself to keep a good grip on Yamada while he tries to help otherwise, so he sits down as well, Yamada's conscience firmly in his grasp and he never had to concentrate this hard before because Yamada is fighting him tooth and nail.

There is a panic so severe that it almost makes Hitoshi sick, but he has to keep him quiet, has to keep him docile, or otherwise they could all be in even more danger and so Hitoshi grits his teeth and desperately holds on.

He must zone out for a while because when he notices his surroundings again it's to find someone frantically talking to Yamada. Hitoshi's hand snaps out when the person tries to shake Yamada and it's only then that Hitoshi realises that these must be other heroes.

"Don't," he says and realises for the first time that there's a steady stream of blood running from his nose. "Don't touch him, I can't hold him."

"You're hurt," the guy says and Hitoshi shakes his head slightly.

"Quirk overuse," he breathes out and the guy's eyes flicker between Hitoshi and Yamada.

"What are you doing?"

"His—" Hitoshi swallows against the pounding headache that's assaulting him almost out of nowhere and then tries again "—his husband is under that rubble. Eraserhead. Present Mic's not dealing well. My quirk is brainwashing."

Hitoshi is distantly aware that his sentences come out disjointed but the guy's face goes pale as he looks back at Yamada.

"Okay, I see. Can you hold him until I can get someone to sedate him?"

"Sure," Hitoshi slurs out even though he has no idea if he really can but the guy rushes off and so all Hitoshi can do is hold on for as long as he can.

He's not sure if he makes it, because everything goes blurry and distant and cotton candy soft and then there's only darkness.

~*~*~

Hitoshi wakes up to the horrible sterile smell of hospital. He groans as if that could help anything but he freezes up when there's movement next to his bed.

"Kiddo?" a voice carefully asks and it's not his foster father, which is enough to make Hitoshi almost melt into the bed with the amount of relief he feels.

"Hey, kiddo, can you hear me?" the voice asks again and slowly Hitoshi peels his eyes open.

Everything is blurry for a moment before things come into focus and a worried Yamada stares down at him. Seeing him brings everything else back in a rush and Hitoshi tries to sit up but he's stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Shh, take it easy, no fast movements, you're going to give yourself even more of a headache," Yamada mutters and Hitoshi tries to relax, even as panic runs through him.

"Aizawa?" he croaks out, his voice scratchy from disuse and Yamada gives him a shaky smile.

"All good, he's right here," he says and looks over his shoulder to the second bed in the room.

Hitoshi turns his head and spots a sleeping Aizawa. He doesn't seem hurt and he isn't hooked up to any machines and surely that is a good sign, right?

"He's asleep," Yamada whispers and his voice is shaking. "But he was incredibly lucky. The quirk of that kid had the most power directed up and down and he managed to activate his quirk on the last second before it would have exploded sideways, too. They were caught in the rubble and got pretty banged up, but the explosion barely touched him."

Hitoshi closes his eyes at hearing that because he doesn't even want to imagine how badly Yamada would be doing otherwise.

"Sorry," Hitoshi mumbles, focusing back on Yamada. He had him under his quirk pretty long and Yamada must be pretty mad about it, but Yamada only gives him a confused look.

"What for?"

"Didn't help. Brainwashed you."

"Hitoshi," Yamada sighs out and leans in to take Hitoshi's hand in his. "You did so well. You realised that I would be the biggest threat to everyone there and you managed to take me out. Your quirk isn't helpful in moving rubble anyway and so you did what was best. I'm very proud of you."

"Angry," Hitoshi denies, because he remembers how Yamada threw himself against Hitoshi's quirk with everything he had.

"I was panicking," Yamada explains. "Not thinking clearly at all." Yamada takes in a shuddering breath. "We lost a friend, during our second year. He was killed under rubble. I—wasn't there, not really, but just thinking the same happened to Shouta—I would have killed all of you there without even noticing. I'm not angry you brainwashed me, kiddo, that was the only right thing to do. And I'm sorry you had to do it."

"Accident," Hitoshi mutters and Yamada strokes his hair.

"True. Now sleep some more, using your quirk for that long against someone fighting your hold that hard left you with a pretty bad case of quirk exhaustion."

Hitoshi almost wants to listen to him, is already in the process of closing his eyes when he remembers what they were talking about before everything went to shit. He's almost too afraid to ask, doesn't want to hear it if they changed their minds now that they saw how badly he performed in a crisis and it seems as if Yamada can straight up read his mind because he gives him a much more steady smile.

"We can talk about filing for custody for you later," Yamada promises. "We still want to."

"Disappointed you," Hitoshi mumbles, his eyes all the ways closed now because he's tired.

"You didn't. You did incredibly well and we're proud. And we still want to be your parents and we will still want to be that when you wake up again, so sleep, kiddo. Sleep."

Hitoshi is powerless to do anything against Yamada's soft voice and soon enough he's back asleep.

And he can only hope that what Yamada said is true.

(It is. Of course it is. Aizawa reiterates how well he did, too, and praises him for correctly identifying the biggest threat in that situation while he fills out an official complaint against Hitoshi's current foster family. Hitoshi is officially in Aizawa's and Yamada's care before he is even allowed to leave the hospital.)

[emdashbitch]

me trying to remind people Peter hasn't been a minor in years, he isn't the 15 year old from Homecoming anymore and is in fact now a grown man in his 20s

[catcatb0y]

I ran out of tag... (It's mostly like two things that end up becoming annoyingly intertwined the more the series goes on). He was only powerful when it was convenient to the power scaling, which led to him being constantly put in otherwise intensely traumatizing victim situations solely to spur the main character into saving him no matter the cost. Which normally would have only furthered his unrealistic inferiority complex (and also his fear of weakness as well as distaste for weak people given how many people VICTIM BLAMED HIM, which you'd think would only confirm his fucking bias??) which OOPS was made into a... realistic inferiority complex?? Somehow solely to show that the MC somehow managed to grow past the underdog he never fucking was, and since the fans adored this, that became his only character! Yeah, somehow THAT was his big character growth...

He went from a complex, morally grey character to UwU empty ship fodder, and the fans of the series ate it up SO much that one of the main villains (one of the only people who genuinely acknowledged the strength and horrible treatment of my silly guy) telling him 'You're useless actually, I just want to kill you to make that other kid sad lol-' is seen as his PEAK. That. That's his peak. That's the "good ol days" the shipdom romantacizes. A villain poking at his weakness and deepest insecurity is somehow the canonizing moment of the ship (and it doesn't even happen, MC gets mad at his best friend's death for three seconds and then effortlessly kicks the villain's ass, as like the shittiest cherry on top) < it only gets worse from there!

I was also a shipper back in the day, and, in hindsight, I really should have seen the whole shitshow coming, but unfortunately I went on to dedicate six years to this hyperfixation that continues to haunt me three years after I attempted to quit the fandom cold turkey. It didn't even work.

reblog this with one canon thing you dislike / think is flawed about your blorbo and/or the way they were written

[yanderenightmare]

Deku - Midoriya Izuku

TW: NSFW, noncon, yandere

gn reader

Thinking about being childhood friends with Izuku, who’s always had a bit of a crush on you. 

You’ve always known, but you’ve never humored it. He’s your friend – anything else would just be awkward. If you had to put it in any other term, you’d say he felt more like a little brother.

You wish he’d allowed the two of you to grow apart – as normal people do.

There wasn’t really any reason for the two of you to stay friends after middle school. His quirk suddenly manifested, and he got into UA – became a pro-hero – and then the symbol of peace. And you were still… kind of just doing your thing – studying, working, struggling to pay rent – struggling to keep a date…

The two of you never had much in common anyway, and you never really knew what to talk about with him anymore – only knowing to ask him how his mother was. After all, you grew out of your otaku phase a long while ago – and otherwise, you felt out-educated in any and every conversation the two of you had with each other. You swear talking to him makes you feel like a toddler learning your first words – it’s humiliating, and you don’t understand how any of it’s remotely stimulating for him, either.

Still, he’ll text you when he has the time, asking if you’d like to meet up at a café – talk, catch up – and you, not wanting to be rude, always accept.

You’d gone wide-eyed the first time you’d met him after middle school. Jeez Louise – he’d had to have grown twice his size – jacked and scarred to no end. It only got worse over the years. Now, adults – he must be twice your size. Bigger even.

You blush now when he flirts with you. But not so much for the reasons he wants.

Honestly, it’s more uncomfortable than it’s flattering. It was Izuku, after all – Deku – no matter how little he resembled the crybaby from your childhood – he’d always be that same nerdy loser friend who’d chased after you ever since you first met.

He might have grown up, but his crush on you hadn’t.

His doe-eyed look of longing and adoration had always made you feel a little awkward – a little sorry for him. And now that he’s become a man, it’s only become even more… desperate… a little pathetic, actually…

Bedroom eyes that make you laugh nervously, pretending to brush it off as a joke but really wishing he’d just give it a rest already. Surely, as a pro-hero and public figure, he could get a date? One of the many screaming fans that pine for him everywhere he drags that awful golden cape he has on his shoulders. And if not any of them, then maybe a model. A movie star even.

Why is he so hung up on you?

The funny thing is, you’d tried vying him of his crush by telling him about hook-up after hook-up, boyfriend after boyfriend – treating him like a girlfriend you could gossip with.

But it’s almost like he takes it as a challenge – talking and helping you through your relationships, giving his input and advice – just like a real friend would… only… always implementing something… something condescending, something suggestive, something saying you ought to be with him instead – he’d never treat you like that, he’d never do you wrong, you’d be taking good care of with him.

You’d made the mistake of saying you were struggling with a class at university – just to make conversation – just to talk about something trivial. But of course, he’d seen it as an opportunity – quick to offer his help, saying he’d taken that class as an extracurricular – just for a bit of fun, he’d said, light reading material he’d done on the side of his internship.

You don’t know why it’s so hard to tell him no.

Suppose it’s the possibility of being wrong – the guilt of thinking he has impure intentions when he’s supposedly the purest person in the world.

But you should have trusted your instincts.

“Please, Izuku-” You’d immediately restored to begging. Who wouldn’t? He’s a two-meter-tall monster of a man – jacked with muscles fatter than a bear.

Your phone’s been missing since you came back from the bathroom – your lips wet with his unwanted kisses – your neck sore from having his fist wrapped around it when you tried stopping him.

You’d only managed to break free after biting – blood salty in your mouth. You nearly vomited, choking on a mix of bile and fear.

Fuck – your legs are so weak, you might just buckle from the dread alone – feeling like a bunny snagged on fox teeth.

“You used to take me when we’d play wrestle... you remember?”

The comment is pulled out of nowhere.

He stalks you, a fond look on his face as though the two of you were reminiscing good old times. As though his eyes weren’t a nocturnal green like foxfire on the fen. As though he wasn’t radiating black whip – ready to snare you.

“Think you can take me now?”

You had your hands raised apprehensively – but the hopelessness took its toll and made your entire body shake on the spot.

Your only hope was to talk him out of it. If only you could think past the fear and string a sentence together that wasn’t along the lines of “Please-”

But something about that look on his face told you he wouldn’t listen to reason anymore. Not manic, not like a person who’d finally snapped – but controlled – resolute – and playful even. Nothing like you’d ever seen. Nothing you could understand.

“What’s wrong, hm?” He smiles, head tipped in that charming way that used to make you want to pinch his cheek. Now it just makes you sick to look at – swallowing thickly as you tack another step back away from it. “I’ll go easy – so don’t worry… I know it's not exactly a fair fight anymore…”

Your better judgment failed you – fight-or-flight kicked in, and you made a break for it. 

Budging into the couch on your way, it’s a messy scramble for the door – but you manage. Feeling feverish with dread and pumped full of adrenaline, you brush the cold handle with just your fingertips before something wraps around your midriff in a snug grip – pulling you back into the living room.

You’re lifted from the ground, kicking – now screaming – flailing in the air before you’re flipped on your back against the couch.

“Don’t be like that~” He murmurs. “Always so wishy-washy~” Voice in a low purr that makes you feel like coughing up your heart – squirming beneath him and his heavy hands as they paw your thighs – manhandling you like nothing you’d ever imagine him to do.

Raking his fingers through the dough before squeezing your ass greedily – kneading his fat crotch against the thin fabric protecting your sex. 

“Complaining about all your weak-dicked boyfriends as if begging me to come fuck you myself – yet such a flighty little slut when it comes down to it.” He sneers, and blackwhip tightens some around your limbs. “Let me help you out.”

One hand tugs your underwear until it rips, whilst the other hand pulls up to grab your face – squeezing your cheeks to keep you still when forcing his kisses on you.

“After all… what are friends for?”

♡ DEKU - MIDORIYA IZUKU masterlist ♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[misstycloud]

Platonic vampire father x reader

• Vampire, who is greatly feared and treated as a legend among the townsfolk. He’s the one parents tell their children will come for them unless they start to behave. Living alone for hundreds of years was alright by him, vampires were mostly solitary creatures anyhow. He slept during the day to regain his strength, then fed by nightfall. Sometimes it was just one or two humans, other times he took the lives of entire families in one giant serving. It was all simply fine- until it wasn’t. For one who had lived so long in solitude it seemed humourous to feel lonely all of a sudden.

• The vampire had not meant to have a child. It occurred without plan. However cold he may be, something urged him to keep you; the tiny, defenseless(not by human standards), and certainly hungry child he’d created. It was a hoax, that vampires could not procreate in the traditional sense; made up by the few vampire parents who did care enough about their children to ensure no one should hunt for them. If humans knew there were multiple ways and how easy it was to make more of this damned race, then the search for these children would be endless. Plus, burning the children would surely be easier than to behead a fully fledged adult monster?

• Now that you were sleeping soundlessly within his grasp, how could he ever let you go? There was no way he could let you run around like a child needs to, should the two of you live close to any civilisation. So he fled, deep into the wilderness where no one ought to find you. Yet it wasn’t too far out so it’d be impossible to find prey- especially with the help of his knowledge and ability to travel far distances. Good luck his uncle had a large castle standing empty for your use. Further luck was it that vampire father had killed him long ago, otherwise there’d be an unpleasant battle for territory.

• You were hopelessly adorable when you latched onto his wrist, teeth bared and fangs ready. They were small, but vicious. There was no question you’d be ruthless when you grew up. During the first year after a vampires birth, they had to feed from their parents. It was similar to how human babies gain nutrients from their mother whilst in the womb, and later rely on her milk to survive the harsh conditions of the outside world. He’ll find the best humans to eat so you’d be getting the finest nutrients afterwards.

• He loves getting you cute dresses and styling your hair. You’re like a fine china doll. Playing is also fun. You’re so full of energy that even he- exceeding physical abilities and all- had to take a break every now and then. He cannot count how many times he has been forced to chase you high-speed around the castle in order to prevent you from knocking anything over. An ordinary human would never have vitality to care for a vampire child. Apart from the likelihood of being drained on the spot, vampire children are very high maintenance and would tire a human beyond compare in less than a week. His favourite activity with you is teaching you to hunt. It’s a fantastic way to bond. He’ll make sure to encourage you and give you good opportunities; the complete opposite of how his parents taught him. They were rough and did not care at all, which was not rare for vampires but still.

• No matter how wonderful you looked while tearing the coachman’s throat out, vampire father would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the old days when you were younger. You didn’t have to wristfeed anymore and could do nicely by yourself. As he rested within his coffin, he reassured himself he was still needed. You would not reach adulthood until you were 150 years old, and even then you would still be his child- you would need him yet.

• Vampire father has servants who work in the castle. Maids and butlers who clean(no chefs of course) and are human. Whenever you asked your father about where they came from, he responded with ‘I took them to work here for us’. You noticed three things about the servants: they were a lot weaker than you, constantly scared in your or your fathers presence if their erratic beating heart was anything to go by, and they were often replaced. It was one night, you were reading, and a maid walked in to sweep the floor. You’d recognised her as Zoe. She was one of the only few who’d managed to stay(alive) for more than four years. However, the Zoe in your memory was youthful with dark hair and bright eyes; this one in front of you was worn down and grey.

• This realisation opened up your mind for curiosity aimed towards humans. Previously, you hadn’t really noticed them or cared. You saw them as food and disposable, just like your father did. But now you began thinking about the differences between you as species. Clearly, vampires were the superior race, being faster, stronger, more durable and free of illness. Although the loneliness of a vampire could count as a disease itself, the only inevitable, natural suffering of a creature of the night. So if vampire were superior, how come you all live in shadows? Why, despite there being fewer of you, did you not rule as royalty? And how come weak beings such as humans were almost happier than a vampires ever been? You wished to know the simple joy humans knew. You wanted to understand how they could be so happy as they were. How did they chose what path to dedicate their lives to when they had such short ones? You desired answers to the question on wether one could really be fulfilled in a mere 100 years; a lot of humans didn’t even make it past that age.

• You were more intrigued than ever. You just had to learn more about humans and their strange perspectives. They were so different from you. Unfortunately, your vampire father did not like your newest interest. He had taken you into the forest to hide you from humans and now you actively sought them out? You would end up chased or burned in sunlight! He would never allow that to happen to you. He’s your father and he’s sworn to stand by you.

He’ll protect his little doll.

[quarterlifekitty]

Something, something, König picking up gaming in his free time, not uncommon for an older guy especially with a cute little thing who has a nice set up for gaming and he absolutely takes to it with flying colours. Kinda pissing you off how he’s gotten leagues better than you at one of your favourites in such a short amount of time. So when that skin you absolutely NEED drops you’re going insane grinding for it. It’s frustrating too because all the sweats have come out of the woodwork to grind for it too, leading to a lot of swearing and groaning on your end, coincidentally, König’s free time aligns and he’s more than happy to help you grind the tougher parts if you sit pretty on his lap and drain his pent cock.

What’s better than two stress relievers when he comes home from a high tension workplace environment?

(Bonus points if he’s your weird online long distance boyfriend who definitely told you an age younger than what’s on his ID and the place he comes home to is just your apartment that he decided was his too.)

Brother. The way this ask is in my mind. I would like to preface this by saying if you or a loved one is playing a video game with microtransactions and limited edition skin drops it’s not too late to get help. We can beat this together.

cw: he’s kind of a creep in this. Red flags abound. Somno/dubcon type stuff

Gonna make a couple of amendments to this one if that’s ok. 1) König is never going to be a god gamer because his hands are too fucking big and also I WANNA BE THE DOMINANT GAMER IN THE RELATIONSHIP. My ass is carrying HIM in apex. I don’t care that he knows how to shoot real guns. Don’t take this away from me

2) while he didn’t outright lie about his age, he did not say shit that would lead you to believe this man was over 40. He shared very few details about his personal life. Just that he was in the military, Austrian, and now? A gamer. Those are all the hallmarks of being a man in his 20s! Except the Austrian thing— that can happen to anyone.

I like to imagine he treats you like his discord kitten tho. You ask how old he is and he’s like “I’m an adult, if that’s what you’re worried about” or “old enough” or “don’t worry about it” and you say “okay 💖 yay 💖”

And he’s 100% your sugar daddy. Constantly buying you games just so you can co-op with him, gifting you in-game currency to spend on battle passes, absolutely ravaging your wishlist— steam, amazon, or otherwise.

He finds himself in your area for work and you tell him your address so he can meet up with you.

And you’re kind of a stupid femcel so when this dude shows up at your door, almost seven feet tall and wearing a surgical mask, scarred face with a healthy grey streak in his hair, it’s not setting off any alarm bells. There’s like at least 5 red flags here but you’re colorblind and inviting him in.

You didn’t realize that he was planning on staying with you while he was in the area. You also didn’t realize that the moment he found out he’d be stationed near you, he decided it was time to take your relationship to the next level.

Which is how you end up stretched out on his cock on the same day that you met in person for the first time, with him grunting in your ear about how he dreamed of this— thought of it every time he jerked off when you fell asleep during a discord call. He could tell just from your voice that you’d be pretty and soft and tight and perfect for him— and he was ready to settle down.

Good thing you didn’t really have any plans for the rest of your life, or you might find how fast he moves a little scary.

So it makes sense that you’re still a little shy. Too nervous to initiate things usually. So he just has to motivate you a little.

This skin’s an exclusive, can’t be earned with currency, and available as a drop for just 7 days. You can’t put in the hours to get it on your own, not to mention how tedious it is, and it can’t be bought. But it’s so cute.

So he makes the offer. He’ll spend his precious leave time helping you earn it if you keep his cock warm while he does it. He’d initially planned on using that time to rearrange your guts, so you’re gonna have to make it worth his while.

And maybe you exaggerate a little. You’re used to saying these things over calls— where nothing has any repercussions in the real world. Where you can promise anything from the safety of being on a screen a world away.

You tell him you’ll let him do whatever he wants to you if he can get that skin for you. After a moment you realize the implications of saying that to someone who can and will hold you down and make out with your cervix using the tip of his cock.

He borrows one of your elastics to tie back his hair.

He’s gonna get you that skin. And then he’s gonna get you pregnant.

You did say anything.

[nymphea0]

Kurkans Mate .

Mine and yours.

Yan! Ishakan x reader

(Special Chapter)

Warning : Mature content! Before you read this, make sure you are old enough, children and minors are prohibited from reading this story chapter.

Manhwa :약탈혼 / predatory marriage

/ 약탈혼 (완전판)

: Adult Manhwa (18+)

Author/Illustrations : Saha / Hera(Art)

Word count : 2.86 word

Hello, this is Neva, at your service. So glad all Ishakan series are complete. This is a special chapter that I updated especially for Tumblr readers who may not have WP. Because I'm sure some of my dears may not have WP. So, this is a special chapter for Ishakan series. Next project wss supernatural series. A monsters, i hope you all will like it this project as well:)

I added some POV characters here, which I didn't write in the WP special chapter. So, enjoy, my dears, lots of love- Neva🦋🦋 .

Might have some bad grammars, correct me if there are any mistakes in the words in the story I wrote. Anyways i hope you all enjoys my story,love.- Neva🦋🦋

Kurkans Mate Pt. 1

Kurkans Mate Pt. 2

Kurkans Mate Pt. 3

Kurkans Mate Pt. 4

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Ishakan stared at you full of love and lust, but he had to restrain himself!.

Leading you slowly towards the sofa that had a small table, gently pouring a typical Kurkans drink, 1 glass. Ishakan drank it first, then he gave it to you, he could feel you were hesitant to drink it! .

Ohh how cute his wife is! So innocent and gentle! Never even drank wine!.

You spent that night talking to Ishakan, to understand each other, to be open to each other because you are husband and wife now.

Ishakan even apologized to you, he didn't mean to kidnap or hurt Esmera, but his beast instinct said otherwise, Ishakan had even renovated Esmera's hut, even Esmera came to the wedding!.

Even though you didn't meet, Esmera did come to see in the form of an owl, happy at least you were safe in the hands of the Kurkans, Esmera had been watching from afar, anticipating that if the Kurkans treated you badly, then she would take you back by force.

It turns out that Ishakan is not as bad as you thought, he is an understanding man, he doesn't care whether you can get pregnant or not, because Ishakan brought you into his life to love you and spend his life until old age waiting as his partner, his wife.

With a position facing each other you are currently on the balcony.

Ishakan looks at you lovingly, the moon is full in the sky, his heart is beating fast.

Ishakan cups your cheeks with his hands, stroking them gently with his thumbs.

"You are my world, I will never be afraid of losing or fear, as long as you are by my side and live together by my side until the end of my life, my Mate, I love you"

Tilted his head slowly, Ishakan kissed you, crushed it gently, carefully, the sound of your kisses filled the bedroom balcony.

Ishakan's hand easily pulled you to his side closer, deepening your kiss, eroding the distance between you, one of his hands was around your nape, his lips and tongue were busy tasting your lips and tongue, taking notes of every content of your mouth.

His other hand was on your waist, stroking and squeezing softly making you moan softly, only making him more aroused.

With one movement of his hand, Ishakan lifted and carried you into the room without breaking the kiss between the two of you.

Dropping you gently, Ishakan saw you under him, panting, face red and out of breath, lips swollen from his kiss.

Opening his wedding dress, showing his chest and body that were perfect for a king.

Ishakan kissed you again, biting your lower lip softly, making you moan softly, his tongue dancing and claiming yours.

His hands did not stay still, placing both of your hands above your head held with one of his left hands, his right hand, moving to stroke from your cheeks, neck, collarbone, the center line between your chest.

Teasingly stroking the line of your stomach that made you moan softly. smirking softly, knowing that you were sensitive all over your body, his hands went down to the lower part of your body.

Pulling up your red dress slowly, showing your legs and thighs, pulling them straight with his hands, kissing your ankles softly.

Lowering himself from the ankles to along the knees, biting your thighs, your knees leaning on his shoulders, leaving bite marks on your soft thighs, Ishakan got closer, until he was right in front of your core, wet and full of the scent of passion!

He had to hold himself back, it wasn't time for him to be brutal, not yet.

Pulling with his two fingers, Ishakan sensually opened your panties, showing your core completely without any clothes on there.

You who are embarrassed try to cover it! But unfortunately Ishakan holds both your hands.

Spreading your legs, your face turns red with embarrassment.

Looking at you, Ishakan just smirks and breathes into your core, which makes you sigh stifled.

Sticking out his tongue, Ishakan tastes your core, which makes you sigh unable to hold back anymore, you are very sensitive just from his kiss before, you have never felt anything like this!

Ishakan's tongue moves skillfully, from the middle to the core of your clit, sucking, licking, feeling, even widening your core.

You can't think clearly just your tongue but it has made you lose your mind.

Your hand that Ishakan has released, is around his hair, sighing, gasping for breath, Ishakan's other hand also doesn't stay still, his hand is busy scooping, squeezing, playing with your right chest, tearing with just one pull of your top dress.

Making you naked showing your chest, his hands are busy twisting and squeezing.

Your moans are getting louder indicating that you will come soon.

When you are about to come, Ishakan replaces it with his finger, making you increasingly losing his mind and moaning more and more.

"Take it out honey, come on, you can, smear my finger with your essence loves, come on my rabbit~"

Pulling and inserting his finger quickly, you come for the first time in your life!

Moaning almost screaming, eyes unable to open wide, biting your lower lip slowly.

For Ishakan this sight is very beautiful, very sexy and exciting, only him, only Ishakan can make you like this.

Growling primally, Ishakan forcibly pulls your lower dress, making you naked, so exposed to his eyes.

Ishakan then brings his finger filled with your love fluid to his mouth, sucking and tasting it.

You who stare at it can only be embarrassed, he looks at you with full primal!.

Your legs are spread wide, Ishakan opens his pants.

He's big, very big! Does it even fit?!.

"Isha... it doesn't seem to fit... this is my first time"

Ishakan just laughed in amusement seeing your worried expression, kissing your lips softly, Ishakan distracted your thoughts.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll be okay"

His kiss went down to your neck, sucking and biting it on the right and left, leaving love bite marks on your neck.

His kiss went down to your shoulder, biting gently then to your collarbone, then to your chest, kissing gently, then putting your nipple into his mouth, sucking greedily, his other hand didn't stay still, giving the same attention to your chest that he sucked, his fingers twisting, pulling and squeezing your chest.

Moaning was the only thing you could do because of Ishakan's actions on your body.

Ishakan's hand then went down to spread your legs, with a gentle push, inserting himself, uniting with you.

You who were doing it for the first time, of course screamed in pain considering Ishakan who was also very big. Ishakan kissed your lips and neck, to ease your pain. It worked.

Slowly, the sound in the room that the two of you would use in the future, was filled with the sound of love, passion, and lust. The sound of skin slapping was very clear, Ishakan's sighs, and growls blended with the atmosphere full of the first night.

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You're not sure how many hours or maybe days it's been? You can only be busy moaning, groaning and following Ishakan's direction.

While Ishakan? That man, your husband is busy moaning in your ear, moaning vulgarly and shamelessly in your ear.

His hands are busy playing with your breasts and hips, while his own hips? Busy moving back and forth, the point is entering your core.

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Those 5 days, you were slaughtered by Ishakan, unable to hold back anymore, on the 5th day, you fell unconscious, while Ishakan? That man just chuckled and cleaned your body.

It's just a matter of time for Ishakan, he will soon become a father, and so will you, become a mother.

Blood union Between the Antrabeth and Kurkans tribes, two tribes that are above the other races.

This is not a dark or light story, but this story is about how Ishakan, can convince his mate, even by kidnapping which for some people is an abnormality, but this is the Kurkans we are talking about, normality never exists in that tribe.

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'The sound of a closed book'

In the garden a woman with blue hair, sits in a pavilion scattered with small fish ponds, with a pavilion podium studded with gold and high-quality wood, beautiful fabrics fall from each ceiling of the pavilion, creating a beautiful illusion, covering the outside view to see into the pavilion.

A small boy sits on the woman's lap, while a tall man is next to the woman holding a girl.

The woman had just read a story about "History Of Kurkans Mate"

"So how's the history? Are you not curious anymore again?"

The woman asked the two children who were of different genders, but with similar proportions, twins, the two children had the same blue hair as the woman, while their skin followed the color of the man sitting beside the woman.

The two twins just smiled and nodded before standing up and running to play with each other in the garden field right in front of the pavilion.

The man, put one arm around the woman's waist.

"The twins are big now, I think it's time we gave them a sibling, how about that my rabbit?"

Kissing the woman's cheek affectionately, while the Eve just blushed!.

"Ishakan?! Twins are only 7 years old! Not yet! I refuse!"

You've been together for more than 7 years, and the woman is you, you slap Ishakan's arm lightly, your husband.

"Oh my dear, it seems you have forgotten that, the Kurkans have never known the concept of refusing, the word no, refusal or disagreement"

Ishakan stood with you in his arms actually, bridal style! Those of you who are embarrassed, only can just cover your faces with your hands, you feel very embarrassed because the Servants and Sholdier/Knight are looking at you.

In the Kurkans palace, a desert surrounded by a large oasis, the Kurkans Kingdom thrived under the leadership of King Ishakan Kurkans, the best king in the history of Kurkans, with his mate who was also the best in history, there was no slavery, discrimination, racism or rebellion. There is only peace, happiness from one end of the kingdom to the other end of the kingdom of Kurkans.

For people who have visited Ishakan Kingdom, there are only a few things that those who have been there will say.

"It feels like the kingdom is like a myth"

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On the other side of the desert continent of the Kurkans, there are several kingdoms that are also developing rapidly, one of which is the Estia kingdom.

Led directly by Queen Leah de Estia, a beautiful woman with a face like the moon. Anyone would fall in love seeing her so beautiful, perfect, almost like an angel falling from the sky.

One of the people who fell in love with her was none other than Leah's half brother. Bléon de Estia.

The man was crazy, of course , a sick and very twisted obsession. After the ambush and capture of the queen of Estia, Serdine.

Leah saw with her own eyes how Ishakan and some of the Estia courtiers burned Serdine. While Bléon, the man looked at Ishakan with envy. Nothing more and nothing less, thinking that Ishakan will take Leah from her.

Crazy about it, Bleon said to Ishakan.

"I have defiled the woman you are going to take, take her! Take the used goods that I have touched and play with them as you please, you savage monster!"

Right after the sentence was uttered, a head flew right in front of leah's eyes. Bléon's floating head flew and fell rolling and stopped right in front of her feet.

That night, Leah would never forget how Ishakan had saved her. And also the kingdom of Estia.

Leah sent a proposal, hoping that the kingdom of Estia and the Kurkans could become one.

But unfortunately, the proposal was rejected. Because it turned out that the king of the Kurkans himself already had someone to be proposed to.

On the wedding day of the king of the kurkans, where leah came as one of the honored guests, that's where she found out why ishakan rejected her proposal.

Herself as a woman if given the opportunity as a man, she might do the same thing as ishakan did. Kidnap that woman. For Leah, just by looking at her once she knew very well, the woman who was right in front of Ishakan, had made Ishakan, the barbarian kurkans, kneel. Very beautiful, small and fragile. Of course, Leah who did not have any special lines in her blood, more than knowing not to go any further to be with ishakan.

A woman from the Atrabeth tribe, the lover of nature. Of course leah knows for sure.

The two tribal myths are united in a soul bond.

For Leah, the story of Ishakan and the woman, the lover of nature from the Antrabeth tribe, felt very unreal.

As if they were just a myth.

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The End.

©️Nymphea0 2024 ,OG story, Project Dark Manhwa Character Series.

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Please dont steal my work, or use without my permissions, always be good people Dear. Much love, Neva🦋🦋.

[ew-selfish-art]

DpxDc AU - If his parents are going to treat him like a punk, he might as well lean into it. 

Danny is getting seriously worn down by his parents constantly asking him to explain why he’s gone all the time and why his grades have slipped so far. I mean, sure, it took them months to notice, but now that they have, they’re alluding to the fact that he’s turned into some kind of punk and that he’s not taking life as seriously as he should be. This is what makes Danny kind of snap. 

He cuts his hair, gets Sam to pierce his ears in a few places (which sucked but was nice to catch up with her since Team Phantom didn’t get out much anymore), learns how to skateboard and gets Tuck to help him mask his identity on the internet as he begins online protesting the unethical treatment of ghosts. He makes picket signs that he leaves outside of Fentonworks and it takes days before his parents see them because they’re down in the lab. They go back up immediately after his parents take them down, and he begins tagging buildings with protest sayings and art all over amity park.

No matter how they ground him, the Drs Fenton are at a loss as to what to do to control Danny. Jazz says it’s not her place to interfere and is cheering her little brother on for being passionate about a new hobby. 

Danny’s honestly really vibing with the changes. He always understood why Sam wanted control over her own look, but he’s really leaning into the whole shebang. Ember and Johnny13 have never bonded over anything more than they have the punk transformation of their King. He’s really representing them fr fr- she taught him how to play the bass. 

With enough protests about the Anti-Ecto acts, the JL step in and begin their efforts to lobby change within the US government. Constantine is up to date on the new King being from Earth and thinks they might be able to weasel out a non-apocalyptic scenario if they reach out sooner than later. A letter gets sent through the infinite realms (No way in fuck was John going to try and summon a fucking King excuse you Bats)- Danny gets the letter and decides to let them sweat a bit, sending back his own letter that just says “K.” cause he’s learned that adults/authority figures all suck ass until proven otherwise. After a few days, a portal opens up in the middle of their meeting. 

Ghost King Phantom is rolling in on a skateboard, with the Ring of rage dangling from one of his ear piercings and ice crown floating above his head. He’s drinking an off brand smoothie, wearing a leather jacket that has medieval chainmail on it over his now distressed hazmat suit and his boots steel toed.

“...Sup. Y’all want to do something about this whole situation? I’m an all or nothing kind of guy.” Danny greets them. He means that he’s willing to be diligent in his efforts to disbar the Acts. It gets interpreted as him threatening to end the world, ofc, but that’s an issue he has to deal with later. 

“King Phantom we have been working daily to-” 

“Uh huh. Look, didn’t you guys have like a teenage group? I want to work with them, they’ll probably actually help me get shit done while you fuck around with paper work.” 

[yourdandelionofthedeathknell]

The Theraprism: Good or bad?

Ya know, i've never been sure how to feel on the Theraprism, as shown in the Book of Bill. This is in large part because we get very little info on it, from any perspective other then BIll's own at least (and he is...Not a reliable narrator). Personally, I see three possible interpretations and I don't know which one is correct. To be clear, I think all of these are fairly valid: 1. Their methods seem insipid, but are actually quite effective. They seem to have been effective in the past (one of Bill's fellow patients is slated for release in the near-future apparently), and the Axolotl (who, while not exactly rich characterization himself, has, generally, been portrayed as wise and benevolent) referred to it as "what [Bill] needs the most", which would be weird if it doesn't have SOME merit. I, myself, honestly prefer this one, because I think it works better with the narrative of the Book of Bill (a book which, generally, does not encourage the reader to sympathize with Bill's plight. Pity, maybe, but the framing is very clearly that he kinda deserves this) and the schadenfreude the reader is encouraged to feel if Bill's hellish afterlife is, largely if not entirely, a self-inflicted one: That it wouldn't be particularly bad if not for his own combo of being unable to accept that he lost, that he shouldn't be allowed to do whatever he wants whenever he wants to anyone he wants, inability to form meaningful bonds with others, and, most of all, his total inability to admit to being wrong. He COULD leave at any time, if he would just actually repent, but...He's Bill, so...He won't. It just works best for me if his hell is largely self-inflicted. 2. They are harmful, possibly deliberately. This does have a fair bit of support textually. Mandatory therapy is already a pretty major ethical grey area at best (a major tenant of modern psychotherapy is that you can't make someone change unless they take the first step), they definitely engage in toxic positivity, and, of course, the "Solitary Wellness Void" is...Solitary confinement, which is a practice most modern medical institutions oppose and consider to be psychological torture. So, fair bit of support for this. 3. This is what I think was probably Alex's intent: They're a bunch of oblivious obnoxiously happy morons (as Bill himself would probably describe them) whose attempts to treat eons-old eldritch horror bad guys with puppet shows and arts and crafts is meant to be amusingly-inept rather then actively malicious, and whose effectiveness (such as it is) is down to having literally eternity to try. Kinda like what Mabel might do to rehabilitate someone. To use an analogy, think Charlie Morningstar from Hazbin, at least in the first couple episodes, where the fact that she's treating adult criminals like misbehaving children is the joke and is meant to indicate incompetence rather than malice. I get that isn't that much different from the proceeding (except in terms of "how seriously are we supposed to take this"), but still. I think all three of these have support, and, to be clear, I go with the first one not because I think it's the most supported (might be the least), but because it jives most with how I think about BIll's narrative IE as a character we're meant to, at best, pity, but not really sympathize with. I think the intent is "Bill is suffering a karmic self-inflicted punishment after all the pain and suffering he's caused", not "Bill is being medically abused and we should feel bad for him". The Book of Bill does invite readers to sympathize with Bill occasionally, but mostly past Bill, not current Bill. All viewpoints are valid, this is just trying to organized some thoughts on the subject. I sincerely hope I haven't said anything harmful here. Uh, cards on the table, I am neurodivergent, but i've never had therapy, forcefully or otherwise (although I did have an irrational fear of the possibility of institutionalization for a bit), so i'm sorta going off vibes here, sorry to say. If I said anything insensitive here, I apologize.

[sunnyware-inc]

☆ COD Characters - Having beef with your pet ☆

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☆ ft: Soap, Ghost, Logan Walker ☆

☆ also ft very short drabbles for: Keegan P. Russ, Nikto ☆

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Soap is the type of person who effortlessly gets along with any animal. So when your cat bit him, you watched his entire face crumple in crushing disappointment. Even after you'd reassured him thrice that the fluffy thing would warm up to him, you could tell his ego was bruised.

What surprised you was when the stubborn bastard returned with a bag full of treats, immediately causing the cat to perk up. Next thing you knew, he was all over Johnny, wailing like a little siren until he got a little treat. And it worked flawlessly because afterwards he couldn't be separated from his lap. Soon enough you could trust that whenever you and Johnny were home together, the ungrateful git would spend all his time on Johnny, curled up and purring a storm. If you tried to complain about him stealing your cat, you'd just get a laugh as he passed your baby back to you - which only doubled when he lept out of your arms and trotted back to Johnny. You'd be angry if the two didn't look so cute together, your boyfriend softening as he absentmindedly ran a hand over his back.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

As soon as your dog saw a large stranger walk through your door, it was on sight. To your embarrassment, your boyfriend was subjected to nonstop growling as he tried to make himself comfortable on your couch.

Apologising, you went to get him a drink but you almost dropped it in surprise when you returned to find him growling back at her. As soon as he noticed you, he stopped, face immediately reddening. Laughing, you tried to pull him in for a cuddle only to be interrupted by your little angel trying to worm her way in-between the two of you. His playful retaliation only made her angier as she tried to push him away with her paws.

Eventually, she had to be locked in another room whenever he was round because they both upset each other, which eventually become more frustrating than funny. It finally had to be addressed when she tried to claw into his shoulder, leading to you needing to calm her down after his understandably aggressive reaction. Holding tight to her collar, you forced the two of them to reconcile by cuddling both of them close next time you watched a movie, forcing her to relax and get used to his presence.

Logan Walker

He doesn't know how to explain it, but your pet rats? They freak him out. You both laughed about it when he spotted a tail in the corner of his eye and had a 'reasonable' reaction (he climbed onto the couch like a cartoon). Honestly, you were just surprised to find a way to genuinely scare your otherwise unflappable boyfriend.

After reassuring him that they were securely in their cage, he finally calmed down and settled into your arms. Until he heard a squeak suspiciously close by and froze up again. Your nonchalance when you explained that their door was faulty baffled him, you mean you just let them run around?

You scooped one up in your hands, petting her fur gently as you held her out to him. He stubbornly shook his head but you insisted until he relented and tentatively reached out to poke her. The harsh touch scared her off, only freaking him out more when the little thing suddenly scampered out of your hand.

But Logan is nothing if not committed, if you love these little weirdos then he has to understand what you see in them. You told him they were cute, but he couldn't begin to understand. Until one day he walked in on you bundled up in blankets, cooing happily at them as they ate out of your hands and he started to understand.

Bonus rounds:

Keegan P. Russ

Yes he's an adult. Yes he'll also argue with your fish. Why not? The freaky little thing keeps looking at him funny, he will stop making out to give it a dirty look in return. He just figures you must be an angel to find something to love in a creature so ugly it belongs in a museum.

Nikto

At first you assumed he was a Disney princess from the way he easily conversed with your budgies as if he fully understood them better than he did people. It was strange, hearing a discussion half spoken and half chirped but it was endearing so you didn't stop him. Though one day you gasped and delicately covered a little one's ears when he called its father a "grouchy little bitch."

When you asked he simply explained, "Birds are easier. They have better humour."

[commsroom]

kepler threatening anne to provoke eiffel into attacking him (and knowing it will work) in into the depths, and eiffel's gut response to cutter bringing up his daughter in pagliacci - don't you dare even say her name, you slimy, stuck-up motherfu- - really stands out in the context of a man so otherwise committed to nonviolence.

eiffel gets angry, sure, and he's impulsive, and protective of the people he cares about, but, say... getting angry at kepler for usurping minkowski as mission commander, or getting angry at maxwell for the way she treats hera, just doesn't have the same connotations. those people are his adult peers (well, minkowski is technically his superior, but he respects her as a friend way more than he respects her as a boss) who can (and do) tell him, "it's okay, back off" and, even if he doesn't like it, he trusts them.

there is something significant about how that gut response, that jump to violence, is a uniquely parental instinct for him; it only happens when someone threatens his daughter. and, crucially, it's never an immediate threat - you can't really say he's just protecting her, because she's not even there. he knows this, and he's embarrassed after the fact. we don't know what "he turns into a bit of a good old-fashioned monster" fully means, but i think, in that, you can see the glimpse of a man who would kidnap his own daughter.

pretty often, i'll see people bring up that eiffel left a voice message for his daughter, his daughter who is deaf because of his own actions, and i think... on one hand, i think it's significant that anne is deaf and eiffel is the radio guy who likes hearing himself talk; it's a perfect symbol of the wedge his actions drove between them. on the other hand, i don't think eiffel leaving a voice message is just a product of the medium, nor do i think it's just him forgetting / another microaggression / etc. i think eiffel loves his daughter deeply, and i think that love is selfish in a way it's hard for him to let go of. i think eiffel feels doomed to be who he is, to say, "this is all i know how to do." i think eiffel knew there was a very good chance that message might not make it back at all, and even if it did... i think there's a way in which it was at least as much for him, for his own closure and finality, than it was in her interests. and if that file transferred over, if he heard it post-memory loss, if that's part of why he knows he needs to try to "set things right" back on earth... there's something about that that stands out to me, both the helplessness and the inability to express his love in the way that his daughter needs. it's the whole reason he's there in the first place.

[pedge-page]

Like a Stuffed Whore

Joel Miller x StuffedAnimal!Reader x unnamed stepdaughter

Summary: You're one of a million stuffed animals manufactured every year. What happens when you meet the love of your life...and he's Joel Miller?

Ya'll I mentioned it briefly once and here it is: a plushies fic from the perspective of a PLUSHIE who's got a massive crush on Joel Miller. Please note this is NOT the same couple as Plushies!Joel x Reader series. This is a standalone with stepdad Joel x unnamed stepdaughter , and is from her stuffed animal's POV.

Warnings: you are an inanimate stuffed animal. Stepdad x step!daughter (not reader), cheating, unrequited feelings, pisskink (whoops how'd that get in there?), plushie humping, delusional and one sided, dirty talk,

18+ ONLY

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Life as a stuffed bunny had no meaning. From the moment your eyeball was stitched on in the factory, to being shipped in a box with a thousand others, put on a shelf, and sat under the bleak florescent light of a department store for weeks, you had no thoughts. No desires. You were nothing.

That is, until he found you.

Plucked from the shelf was a rougher grip than you'd experienced in a while. He inspected you briefly before tossing you into the cart. You stared up at him, his broad shape and gruff look shadowing you as he scanned your tag and took you home.

But you weren't meant to be his. At least, not yet. And not that he knew yet either.

You were a gift: newly presented to his newly acclimated step daughter. Even you knew she was too old for stuffed animals, a grown adult by now and halfway out of college. But her childhood bedroom suggested otherwise. She shrugged, ungrateful, and chucked you to the soft, plush bed of pink and frilly pillows, and the dozen of other cuddly animals that would be your new roommates.

Joel Miller was his name. And you were infatuated with him from the day he first chose you.

He comes in to his step daughter's room, slinking like a prowler at night, and uses you when she's away. All the other plushies shrink away when they hear his burly steps approach the room, but you tingle all over with excitement. You only became more and more obsessed with each love making session.

He loves you. Loves the way you feel, more fluffier and more squishy then the rest. He always presses you to his nose. Your little cotton tail practically twitches in excitement to be held so naughtily, so intimately. It gives you goosebumps when that gorgeously endowed snout of his nudges so close to your crotch as he takes a big inhale of your scent.

What he's really smelling is his step daughters leftover pussy juices from the last time she used you for her masturbation, but you can stand to ignore that part in favor of him smelling just you and your own scent...

She's always so annoying with those high pitched squeals she makes. Chanting "Daddy Daddy Daddy!" into her pillow as she grinds her naked pussy on you, your body smashed under her weight against the mattress.

You'd practically lose your plump lush shape of perfection were it not for Joel. Joel, who comes in every night, always fluffing you back up to your rounded and naturally supple state with such care and delicacy. As if he knew you deserved that precious treatment from him. Knew you deserved better than how she treated you. Knew you were better than her.

The other plushies only wanted to be played with for cuddles and tea parties. But you were different. You wanted to be played with and uses like an adult, with wet pussies and hard cocks, spanked and chained like a slutty whore plushie you were meant to be.

The best was when he'd always crush you against that massive crotch of his. Fuck, a bunny could drool at the sheer size. You'd let him grind your face and misshapen you any day if you could spend forever pressed against that fat, drooling cock.

After the months of his teasing and affair with you, your body had started to tear slightly at the seam between your nubby legs. You know he'll hopefully soon notice. Maybe he'd been prepping you, not wanting to rush your affair so soon. He'd been undoubtedly considering engaging in more intimate time with you aside from his rough ministrations and dry humping. No, he was planning to deflower you.

Don't get me wrong, you loved when he grinds on you. Unlike your abusive girlie, Joel knows how to slowly rolls his hips so that you're under him. Suffocated by his masculine shape, damn near crushed, but in the best way possible as he rocks himself into you. He groans into her pillow carnally. It makes you dizzy when you feel his cock pulse against you, knowing that you're bringing him such unrestricted pleasure.

He doesn't have to hide your relationship anymore.

Sometimes he likes looking at you, laying in her bed with you all set up on his lap as he grinds his cock into your belly. You feel so exposed, so sexy for him to see you on top. He grits his teeth, his errection trying to tear you in half before blowing his massive load all over your tummy and face.

He tries to clean you up best he can, but you like that he does a sloppy job of it. He intentionally leaves some of his sticky mess behind in hopes his daughter might catch on.

You never thought she would. You wanted it to just be you and Joel against the world. That some day he'd rescue you from this shitty room. Take you to his own bed and make sweet love for everyone to know and see that you belong to Joel Miller. The only one for him.

So it shattered your heart when the two of them drunkenly stumble into her room--together-- glued to one another in a mess of hot kisses and tangled limbs undressing. They keep giggling loudly, putting their fingers to their mouths to whisper "shhh!"

They fall on top of the bed, sending your long forgotten and neglected sisters off the side like they're just common pillows. You can't tell If it's worse that you're still here, laid perfectly to watch him almost in slow motion descent on her mound voraciously, or if it'd be better that you can watch the whole thing take place like a dream. You want it to be you that he eats out. You that he kisses like a forbidden fruit. You that he betrays his vows and cheats on his wife for.

You're about to tumble off the bed in defeat when a soft hand grasps you and places you right between them.

"Remember Bunny?" he whispers with a wolfish grin. Your girlie nods, smiling widely.

"I've been fucking her, thinking about you," she admits with a not so innocent hushed voice.

Oh they know. They both knew what they did with you separately. They both used you to get this far, this close to one another.

And here you were between it all. Used. like a toy.

He wedges your plush body between their crotches, right above where they're joined in a wet display of cock and pussy. She whines as she rolls her hips, her clit smothered by you at the same time pressing against Joel's happy trail.

He grins above, taking her hips and grinding her down on him until they're both equally humping you.

"Daddy--I'm gonna cum--" she whines desperately.

"Me too, baby. Where do you want it?"

Oh god, this is it! He's going to toss her aside, bring you close, and give you all the hot man seed your little bunny tail could possibly desire, stuff you full until you're leaking his litter of baby rabbits and--

"I gotta do it inside you."

You...you...you.

It echoes in your big ears. You could almost taste it, the way his hips drive into hers, the desperation, the need.

"I love you," she chokes into his mouth. The final ruts of their passionate fucking coming to a high.

"Fuck--I love you too," he growls, greedily sucking her tongue into his mouth. It should be you, he should be saying it to you!

You feel cold, shunned and abandoned as they release in euphoria in one another's tight embrace.

When all is said and done, they fall asleep together. You lay on your side, watching his chest rise and fall with her next to him.

You wonder if either of them will ever play with you again, now that they've found one another.

Joel stirs awake and grabs you. He's groggy, eyes barely lidded, but holding you in those veiny hands. You had missed him so much, had worried he'd never want you again. His calloused lips find your forehead. You can feel your entire body run warm as he plants his delicate kiss on you.

He's always so delicate with you before he gets rough.

Entranced by his touch, you barely notice the way he slowly positions you at his dick like so many times before. He glances at his step daughter, careful not to arouse her from rest.

Just when you'd thought he'd forgotten you, here he is, looking at you. Only you, and ensuring this moment is all between you and him.

You're giddy with inanimate excitement when he finally nudges his tip at your torn entrance below, only this time, he presses upward, splitting you open with a slight rip and plunges his length fully inside you.

If you could let out a sound, you'd scream the happiest noise you could. Finally, finally! Your insides are so filled by the man you love, his cock making way through your cotton fluff, belly denting from his sheer size. Deer god, his girth is the width of your entire body. He practically drills your abdomen, until he starts thrusting. Pushing your cotton aside to make a cavern fit for his dick inside you.

"Fuck--fuck--fuck," he whispers, brows scrunched in pleasured concentration. "That's my Bunnygirl. Gonna take it. Gonna take what I'm givin' ya, cuz ya so grateful f'me. Shit--my little stuffed whore!"

You're too blissed to notice nor care that he says that last part sideways at his sleeping step daughter.

He stops too quickly, and you feel his hips stutter with a guttural sigh.

Then... oh god, you feel it: his tip pulsing deliciously inside you, spreading warmth. Your stomach's cotton gets heavier, rapidly expanding with liquid as your belly inflates, dampening wetter and wetter, spreading until you feel 10 pounds heavier with the weight of his warm juices filling you up. You don't want any of it to seep out of your body. You want to keep it all safe and warm inside you, for him to use and relieve himself again. But you're so overwhelmed from the sheer weight and warmth and wetness of it all, that the next moment you are dropped to the ground, left face down in a puddle of his piss dripping out of you like a discarded toilet rag.

He falls alseep quickly again, wrapped around his stepdaughter. Meanwhile, you're dribbling all over the floor, leaking his love and promise everywhere. His little stuffed whore.

You always knew he wanted you too.

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[ferigrievous]

SAKUSA KIYOOMI HCS ⋆˚࿔

he’s not even as scary and cold as people make him out to be theyre just assholes that refuse to get to know him

probably half korean half japanese

wears a mask part because he's afraid of getting sick but also part because he's insecure about his face even though he's conventionally attractive

since he canonically is hypermobile, he most likely also has migraines

also most probably has ehler danlos but never gets it diagnosed/treated until he goes pro because he just thinks it’s normal hyper mobility (which he didn’t realize wasn’t normal until he began playing at a nation wide level)

is probably multi-talented but he never puts it to use because he never does anything he doesnt need to

has a very emotional face, contrary to what most people think. it makes up for the lack of being able to see his full face.

terrible at compliments and honest to god doesnt mean it but no one ever tells him so because they’re too afraid of him

sometimes feels like he's being too mean and will spiral a little but as soon as he's with someone else it all goes out the window

really good with kids but probably because he treats them normally and not like porcelain dolls or incapable adults. just kids

horrible texter because hes never on his phone and also is never in the mood to talk. reads the message, forgets to respond, then answers a week later with either one word or a paragraph

he’s not rude he just hates unnecessary small talk. if he has nothing valuable to add, he wont speak

refuses brand deals, refuses modeling for anything, refuses any sort of promotion and ‘selling out’

actually really good at giving advise but his delivery is so bad that people just think he has it out for them

has one plant but takes care of it like a child

refuses to play dirty. everyone has to be on a level playing field otherwise he wont play

never lets his phone battery drop below 50%

has really good spacial awareness in game but actually really clumsy anywhere else

extremely independent that it  bites him in the ass

zero tolerance for fake people. as soon as he sense insincerity you're dead to him

rarely ever gets injured or sick because he actually takes care of himself

but does actually despise those girls on social media (on the rare instance he’s on it) that overcomplicate their skincare routine. thinks theyre the weakest link

hates unnecessary noise– chewing, clicking pens, people breathing too loud

wakes up at the same time everyday without ever setting an alarm

secretly loves team traditions, even if he acts like he hates them. its pattern, and its familiar.

weirdly good at origami

hates press conferences. straight up wont go, even if his managers get on their knees and beg

prefers cold showers in the morning like a freak

actually reads the cooking instructions on food

has amazing handwriting but only because he writes slow as fuck

secretly enjoys shitty reality tv but justifies it with it being a ‘fascinating psychological study’

probably a film buff and letterboxd warrior

has very strong opinion on sports journalism and journalism as a whole, and how athletes are portrayed. if a journalist oversteps, he’ll be sure to make it known (think chappel roan at the MVAs)

prefers practical gifts, if at all, but wont take it if he thinks it ‘isn't sincere’

his apartment is very clean and minimalist. large windows, open floor plan, wooden floors. doesnt buy anything he doesnt need, doesnt need anything that isnt necessary. 

[fishymom-art]

I love your fix a beast au! Mystic Flour having a soft spot for kids is sweet and especially, taking into account that kids are usually more innocent and seemingly less greedy than the adults that caused her to corrupt in the first place And I love corrupted PV!! It's really sad to see his low self-esteem and how he believes he lacks resolve, power, passion and freedom and how he initially uses the souljams to attempt to make up for his shortcomings to gain a bit more control on the situation, only for it to be twisted into a desire to control every cookie. I understand that that eventually led to his corruption but how did he make that big jump in logic? Was it instantaneous when he started using all the souljams or did he come to that realisation eventually after a while? Or was it something he decided to do to justify the way Dark Cacao, White Lily and others treated him? Like they were right since he was a monster this whole time

First of all, thank you, MF is good with kids exactly for the reason you mentioned XD

Second of all, have you met people who have a fear of losing control? /gen /lh

Here’s a simple explanation through an example: I have thalassophobia. It’s a fear of deep waters or drowning. The fear mainly comes from not feeling anything under my feet, not being able to control my surroundings. Loss of control. A situation like that can cause me to have a panic attack. I need the control to feel safe, otherwise I go absolutely insane. I can become unreasonable, even.

Loss of control makes a person helpless. In CV’s case, two of his friends turned away from him and his own people talk behind his back. Who knows what they say about him. And he can’t control the Beasts from acting up. He feels like he needs to control the situation for everything to go smoothly, but in reality it is impossible to control everything.

But here’s the thing - unlike the real world, he has 5 magical stones that can give him ultimate power. This way, he can finally control the situation and get rid of his own stress and anxiety. Everything will be fine and he won’t have to worry about anything. No one will have to worry or hurt, he can make all of it go away.

This is where delusion comes in. He is so desperate for a way out of his situation, that he ignores reason. And he believes that if he can control everything, it will finally be fine. But it won’t be.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

you in my eyes [1]. l Javier Peña

Summary:  you weren't friends and you certainly weren't planning anything more together

Warnings:  angst, hangover, mentioning misogyny, a few bad words, mentioning a dissolute life, gossip

A/N: i don't know what will come of this, i'm pretty impulsive. an idea came to me, i got home early, i wrote it. will i regret this in the morning? probably yes.

your feedback is very important to me and I want to thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. I secretly hope you like this story.🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

[masterlist]

The pain piercing your head was unbearable, and the stake you had instead of your tongue only meant one thing - you had a huge hangover. If it weren't for the fact that you liked your job and had to earn money, you wouldn't have shown up at the office that day. But you had to.

You were halfway through the investigation and your presence there was almost mandatory. That's why in the morning you put on your wrinkled clothes, only changed your shirt for a clean one, and showed up at the office with everyone else.

The sweet chatter from the kitchenette reached your ears and you already regretted not having a cup of coffee at home. You were definitely not cut out for morning chats with your coworkers. A deep breath was like jumping into deep water full of hungry piranhas.

"Morning." You greeted, plastering a charming smile on your face and heading straight for the coffee pot. The thought that if you hurry up, you'll manage to get out unnoticed was very promising.

You weren't given that chance though.

"And what do you think about him?" the question came behind you as you searched for a usable mug in the sink.

It wasn't until you heard your name that you realized the question was directed at you.

"Hmm? Sorry, I didn't catch that." You mumbled, glancing over your shoulder at the women talking at the table.

The woman with the tightly tied bun smiled indulgently. "I asked what you thought of Javier."

"Who? Peña?" You frowned, trying to remember if she was referring to him.

"Yes, sweetie." Loise rolled her eyes and tapped her coffee mug with her red nails. "I don't know of any other Javier who would be on the lips of women in this office."

"And not just in the office." The girl sitting next to her giggled.

"Oh!" you raised your eyebrows surprised by this question "What does my opinion have to do with it? I mean, he's a good agent, right?"

A few women giggled, and Loise looked at you like you were a really bad case. You quickly rinsed your mug, hoping that your blunt answer would put an end to the whole discussion that you didn't even want to have. Loise seemed to think otherwise.

"We're talking about how Agent Peña is a really bad example for other men." You were wrong, Loise decided to continue on this topic and wanted to engage you in a conversation "His behavior, the way he treats women, the way he uses them..."

I poured myself a cup of coffee, but every other word Louise said hit your ear. She had a specific tone of voice, it pierced your aching brain like tiny pins, deeper and deeper. You took a sip of hot coffee.

"...and most of the female part of this office passed through his bed." Loise lifted her chin as if her monologue was really exceptionally good and you should appreciate it "His behavior is immoral."

"Would you consider his behavior immoral if he finally took off your panties too?"

You should have bitten your tongue. Fuck! The silence that fell behind you was terrifying, but it was too late. You turned around and leaned against the counter. Loise's eyes were wide open and fixed on you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." she said, enunciating each word clearly.

"I think you know." there was no turning back now, the piranhas smelled blood, you had to fight "It's none of your business what Agent Peña does. Each of us is an adult and makes conscious decisions. I don't think his behavior is immoral."

"That's stupid!" Loise snorted, and the woman sitting next to her put a reassuring hand on her forearm "Maybe your panties are already in his collection?"

"Nope." you shook your head and swallowed another sip of coffee "But your last boyfriend's briefs are at my place." 

A strange satisfaction at the sight of Loise's face filled you. It was only when you left the room that you heard the raised voices of conversation, which were now definitely talking about you. Who would care when your head hurt just as badly and you still had many hours of work ahead of you.

Javier knew perfectly well that he was the subject of much gossip in the office, and in particular, he was a big part of women's conversations. He shouldn't have done that, he shouldn't have eavesdropped. 

However, that morning he passed by the annex and when he heard his name, his feet immediately stuck to the linoleum that lined the hallway.

He smiled unconsciously when he heard your voice and your cutting comment. Even though he didn't know you very well, and you hadn't worked together for very long, he liked it. You didn't notice him when you left the room and went straight to your desk. Javier guessed that you must have had a hangover.

He had seen you in local bars and clubs many times. It was hard not to notice you. Rarely with friends, rather from the side. You always seemed lost in thought, although your body swayed slightly to the rhythm of the music. Various men appeared next to you, he had seen you go out with some.

However, it was never Javier.

In the office, the gaze of many men followed you. He had heard a few conversations about you, but he hadn't taken part in them. He knew very little, and most of them were probably gossip. It was the same with him. 

But did anyone stand up for you? Javier never thought about that.

"Hold the door!"

He pressed the button hard and the doors didn't close all the way. You slipped inside, carrying two boxes of files in your arms, and settled yourself in the back.

"Thanks." You mumbled and rested your head against the cool wall of the elevator.

"Bad day?"

"Mhm. I have a fucking headache." You replied. "I've had four coffees. A heart attack would be a good way to deal with this situation."

Javier chuckled. "I saw you yesterday. Maybe you should drink less next time?"

You looked at him, slightly surprised. "I don't remember asking for your advice, Agent Peña."

"I just..."

"Yeah, I get it. You men find it natural to give advice to women."

The elevator stopped with a slight jolt and the doors opened. You sagged under the weight of the boxes, stepping out into the empty hallway. The sound of footsteps behind you meant your traveling companion was right behind you.

"I saw you yesterday." he finally spoke up.

"Did you like what you saw?"

Javier got ahead of you and opened the door for you. "Do you care?" he smirked.

"Not really."

The sound of your heels echoed through the hallway, his footsteps right behind you.

"I see you a lot, actually."

"We work together, Javier." His name sounded beautiful on your lips, and he was surprised he noticed.

"I mean, I see you after work. In different places, with different people."

You set the boxes on your desk and crossed your arms over your chest. You'd heard that before. "I see you often", "You seem lonely", "I could accompany you tonight", "A cold bed is such a sad place". All the male ideas on how to talk to a woman to achieve their goal, to invite her to their bed. You didn't feel like all this now.

"Javier..." you sighed, and with surprise you noticed how he had really beautiful eyes that were now staring at you intently. "Before you say anything, please think if you would say the same if I didn't have a pussy between my legs."

He snorted and shook his head in disbelief. "Do you think I'm saying that because you're a woman?"

"Oh! So Murphy also experiences your concern because you see him at the bar after work? That's so sweet!"

"Listen, that's not what I meant." Now Javier took a defensive stance, resting his arms on his hips and lifting his chin defiantly, you noticed the change immediately "You're a beautiful woman. Men can take advantage of you. You don't deserve it."

"So many useful tips. Write them down for me and drop them off when you have a second, I'll be grateful."

Brown eyes bore into you intensely, but you didn't look away. You still stood straight in front of him and ready to repel his every word and remark.

You had been doing this for years. At school, at work, in relationships. And now in the office in Colombia. You had to prove your worth and competence, just because you were a woman.

"I guess what they say about you is true." Javier finally muttered.

"And what do they say?"

"That you're a bitch and need a dick."

You bit your lip, smiling, and he felt a strange twitch in his pants. Fuck!

"You know perfectly well that you just lost, Peña, right?" 

He knew it. And it pissed him off.

[next chapter]

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Thank you for your time.

[amphitriteswife]

Being the older itoshi sister

Tagging @zendersenders

Rin:

💙 Tsundere brother. He’s your littlest brother so bear with him okay, he’s the youngest. He doesn’t act like it though. He likes to think he’s way more mature for his age, which isn’t necessarily true as he has lots of mood swings and outbursts. Will never admit it, but he also sometimes has temper tantrums. But he finds them embarrassed and will deny ever having them.

💙 he would trust you more than Sae, he’ll tell you his secrets and feelings. But only if you promise to not snitch it to Sae. He’ll sometimes cry, but he doesn’t find it as embarrassing since he’s with you.

💙 If you follow school abroad he’ll miss you dearly, he’s not one to text first or everyday but he will make time for it somewhere in his busy schedule. He’ll respond to your stories or just tell you things about his day

💙He’s more of a caller than texter. Or he’ll send voice messages to you. Half of the time you can hear him out of breath since he’ll probably sent the messages after soccer practice. He would probably walk home with his phone still open, hoping you’ll see it sooner or later since he doesn’t want to talk with you at home. Otherwise his parents are all nosy and up his business.

💙 ‘sister! *pant pant*’ ‘hey Rin, what’s up?’ ‘*pant* can you sent me money? I want to buy some snacks after practice.’ ‘Where are you now?’ ‘Its break time. Can you sent me money?’ ‘Sure! I’ll sent you 20 bucks.’ ‘Thank you!’

💙 He hopes you visit him a lot. Preferably more than Sae. But he also knows that the both of them are your brothers and doesn’t push in that regard, he will get jealous if you spent more time with Sae than him. He doesn’t want to be left out because you and Sae are both adults.

💙 you two probably share a playlist, and most of it are english songs. It will help him with his English. He probably listens to the neighborhood and chase Atlantic. He would 100% stress about concert tickets if they were coming to japan. Ofcourse he’ll buy you one too.

💙 He will never admit it but it makes him happy if you go to his matches or practices. He sometimes searches the seats to see if he can spot you sitting in one of them, he hopes you’ll see his important matches no matter what. Whether it’s in real life or on tv.

💙He hopes that you’ll see his matches before Sae’s. He knows that Sae is your brother too and that you love him but Rin wants to be your favorite and trustable brother. He feels as if he’s better than Sae if you love him more than him.

💙 He sometimes has his emo phases where he shuts down and doesn’t speak a lot, it’s mainly because of how he feels or it has to do with Sae. He’s not one to ALWAYS tell his feelings to you, most of the time he does but not always. Sometimes he cried, but at least now he doesn’t have to cry on his own, he can cry with you by his side. And that gives him some type of comfort.

💙 be ready to have a clingy and rather possessive Rin if he finds out you have a partner. Rin wants to know everything. Why them? Are they good for you? Will they treat you well? He wants to meet them. He’ll wait. And if he doesn’t approve he better not see them again. No scummy partner will ever enter your life.

💙 Sometimes Rin becomes emotional, very emotional. Whether it’s sadness or anger. He expresses them very intensely, that’s why he sometimes might say hurtful things or words. But at the end of the day he never means them. Doesn’t take away that they hurt though. He does feel a lot of guilt and might end up crying and apologizing to you for it.

💙 He’ll be your best friend. So please consider him yours. You’re his sister, the only sibling still talking to him. He doesn’t befriend others often nor does he talk to his parents. To him you’re currently the most important person in his life. He loves you a lot even if he doesn’t show it. No questions asked.

Sae:

❤️ Sae is around your age, and way more mature than Rin. He doesn’t really bother you because of that and because most of the time he’s in Spain. He also doesn’t talk much, like as if he’s always sleepy. No he does not lack sleep it’s just how he looks so no worries sister.

❤️ Sae isn’t the one who contacts you first nor tried to keep to conversation. He’s busy with a lot of things. It’s no question that he cares for you, there just is only so much time in one day. He has matches, interviews, contracts, practice and a lot more. He hopes you understand how busy he is and that it’s not intentional.

❤️ Unlike Rin, Sae isn’t emotional but rather rational. He keeps his cool and thinks straight and logical. He does have a sharp tongue, but swallows his words when it comes to you. You’re his elder sister and he respects you a lot, such words aren’t meant for you.

❤️ Sae would rather see you in person than on texts. He watched your stories and sees you’re online but will not sent a message until you sent one first. He’ll often leave you on read. It’s not meant to be offending, but rather that he’s busy or just doesn’t wish to engage in the conversation further. He’s tired okay? He hopes you understand.

❤️ it had been stated that Sae thinks that Rin is in his ‘rebellious’ phase. That caused him to be rather confused if Rin snaps at him, which causes Sae to come to you. He often talks to you about Rin as Rin hinself doesn’t even talk to Sae when he’s back in Japan.

❤️ As the older sister, you will have to deal with Sae not understanding what is up with Rin, and Rin hating Sae’s guts. This puts you in a rough spot. Both of them knows you love them very much. But in contrast to Rin, Sae doesn’t seem to mind you spending more time with Rin. After all, Rin is the youngest and needs to most attention because he’s needy. At least that’s what Sae thinks.

❤️ He does make an effort to see you. It might not always feel that way, but he does go on a plane and see you from time to time if his schedule is cooled off. To him the not everyday talking works great. That way the moment he sees you he has a lot to listen to and maybe talk back about some things happening in his life too.

❤️ Sae doesn’t mind you having a partner. He thinks your old enough to know whats best for you and trusts you in that too. Ofcourse if it doesn’t end up working he’ll always be there for you. Only thing he wants is that you keep an eye out for yourself and that your partner isn’t hurting you. He doesn’t necessarily need to meet them but if you insist he wouldn’t mind.

❤️ if you live abroad he’ll also visit you, but then he’s more willing to go out and explore where you live. It feels rather fresh to him when he’s somewhere different than Japan, as if he can breath. He will avoid public spaces a lot because he doesn’t want to be recognized. He might stay at your place for a few days before eventually going back to Spain.

❤️ He will give you random things from Spain, whether it’s a photo, a souvenir, typical spanish snacks or something else. He’ll always bring you something. It’s one of the rare moments he’ll text you and ask you what you want from Spain.

❤️ Unlike Rin, Sae doesn’t seem to mind if you don’t come to his matches. If you watch them on tv he’s happy. But if you don’t he doesn’t mind it. Seeing them irl is something he doesn’t expect. Especially if you live abroad or in Japan. Flights and Hotel costs are expensive. His tickets always get paid by the manager, he will try to get them to also pay yours. But he also understands if you don’t feel comfortable by it.

❤️ Sarcastic asf. It depends on how you take it but sometimes it just floops out. He doesn’t want to be mean but it’s in his system. It’s never curse words but more comments and he always seems to pause after he says it because he didn’t mean to say it out loud. He usually says that to others and can be seen as harsh or rather blunt. He tries to watch his tongue, he really does

❤️ Sae loves you without a doubt, the same goed for Rin even though he might not show it. He doesn’t see a need for friends or to actually regularly contact someone. But he’s happy that your the glue that sticks the bond with him and Rin. He knows you’re in a rough spot and tries to make it less harder for you. But he is grateful that you’re here to help him and the babiest of brothers, Rin.

That’s all yall😜