Kakucho x Weak!Reader
♡ SFW + NSFW, fem reader, reader has multiple unnamed diseases, reader gets tired easily, reader takes meds, Kakucho is a gentleman (per usual), oral->fem and male receiving, soft sex, masturbation ♡
note: requested by @1dkneo 🩵
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SFW
🩷 Helps you keep track of all the medicine you take, he has a cute little chart on the wall of your bedroom to remind you
🩷 Sets your doctor appointments and puts reminders on your phone's calendar
🩷 Carries you on his back when you're too weak to walk
🩷 Cooks and cleans when you don't feel like it, he's the perfect little househusband
🩷 Drops everything he's doing to let you nap on his chest
🩷 Will literally bathe, dress, and feed you if you ask (put a ring on his finger already 🙄)
NSFW
🩷 Eats you out for hours on end, your pleasure is his pleasure (and he's lowkey greedy)
🩷 Never asks you for head because he doesn't want to inconvenience you, but if you offer then he's down for it
🩷 Takes his time when he fucks you because he wants to memorize the way you feel around his dick
🩷 Extra gentle with you and showers you with praise, you'll never go a day without hearing him call you beautiful, or gorgeous, or perfect
🩷 Respects your boundaries because he was raised right, if you're not in the mood then he'll go in he bathroom and take care of it on his own (he'll obviously be thinking of you the whole time, probably scrolling through pictures of you too)
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Taglist
@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies
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I see a lot of compassion for (fanfic) writers lately and I'm glad about it. I didn't wish it any other way. It takes a lot of time and a lot of research and practice. It's a lot of work, it should be honoured.
I still wish this compassion and understanding extended more towards (fan) artists as well.
People interact longer with written words and it's easier to genuinely connect with it for most people. And I often get the feeling that most people know by now as well that a lot of work goes into it. But I still don't always get the impression that people realise the same thing is true for art. You just end up looking at it for a few seconds. A few minutes if it really catches your eye, or several times if it speaks to you enough to turn it into your lock screen. But the interaction is so brief and fleeting in most cases. And I get the impression that as an artist you're not allowed to complain over not feeling valued. you're not allowed to air your grievances, or people will just block you and not reblog from you again because there's someone else, someone better, already around the corner.
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It's just. Things. Emotions. Feelings. Goodbyes. Watching possibilities pass in front of you like ghosts of another life, another reality that exists out there somewhere. It's suddenly having what was probably an anxiety attack in the middle of the dinner you're having with your mom in a mexican restaurant that's really loud and noisy and having to excuse yourself out to the car when that sliver of control isn't going to be enough to keep yourself together. Trying to hold yourself in one piece through several major life changes happening at once (and feeling like you're failing). Working to curb that severe anxiety that comes around every time the year-mark passes with a new friendship and trying to not react and overreact to even the tiniest whiff of change or the most loudly apparent ones because you don't know what's really a big deal and what really isn't because everything is a big deal right now in every moment.
It's closing the previous act and waiting behind the curtain for the next one to start, except you don't know your lines, your fellow actors and actresses may or may not be coming with you into the next segment of the story, the scenery and sets are being wheeled off and changed, and you're dressed in something new but maybe a little more you.
It's a lot. A lot of things, a lot of words, a lot of people.
And maybe, for once, a lot of reward for patiently waiting for so many years.
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it's funny because these days i get so used to writing jack in his established dynamics and relationships where he actually gets to be himself for the most part, or writing a younger version of jack who doesn't have the legendary persona perfected yet and then every so often i turn to write something that requires pure unadulterated captain jack sparrow and jack's response is always that bastard? ugh, fine, if we must.
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What it feels like to love the Welcome Home characters, despite the fact that I haven't visited the website yet:
Me (on the verge of tears): "I just want all of the neighbors to be friends, and have fun together, and be happy all of the time!"
My best friend (shouting from the back): "They don't even go here!"
WH fans: "Are you even in this fandom?"
Me: "No, I just have a lot of feelings."
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All right, I admit it, I was in denial about being an obsessed degenerate fan of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I have been one since I first watched this stupid show a little over a year ago. I have spent too many months pretending I wasn't completely insane about it and somehow managed to convince myself that if I just didn't post about it, I wouldn't be indulging the madness and that would make it go away. Hahaha.
Bitch, if you're thinking about the characters all day, listening to the sunny podcast at odd hours, looking up ancient cast interviews, waiting to segue any conversation into iasip territory, starting to watch rcg's other shows and trying desperately to pretend you don't want to word-vomit about the Nasty People Show at all times (but failing and annoying many friends and family), congratulations, you're already at the bottom of the hyperfixation pit and you might as well accept your lot in life.
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