#rip my love i miss you and i want you to be okay again however if i touch pilers ill fucking

[spinecurlingmice]

keep forgetting to fix muy beltchain

[a-substantial-trash-pile]

This morning I said goodbye to my childhood dog, Kody. He was 18 years old. He was my baby. My best friend. My whole heart. I love him so much.

I remember the first time we met Kody at the animal shelter. He was actually named Tyra then because the staff had thought he was female. Then the first thing he did in our meet-n-greet was try to pee on my brother's leg, and the staff member with us at the time was like, "oops I think this may be a boy actually." So of course we had to take him. When my dad was signing the adoption forms, the desk person asked what he wanted to rename "Tyra" to since "Tyra" was actually a boy. My dad, put on the spot, just went, "uhhhhh Tyrone?" We still laugh about it to this day.

So my dog went from being a Tyra, to a Tyrone, and then to a Kody, because that was the name us kids wanted. I remember the way we thought that name up was because we watched a lot of the Disney show "Suite Life of Zack and Cody" at that time. But we changed the "C" to a "K" because in our kid minds it made the name cooler and more unique.

Kody was a weird little guy. He had a lot of anxiety, which meant he fit right into our family. He didn't get along with many dogs unless they were old and calm and it took him a while to warm up to strangers. When he went on walks, he would have to go and pee on every tree we came across, even though he had nothing left in the chamber and was just doing the motions. He liked to climb on top of the couch and the loveseat and nap there. He liked to nap in warm piles of fresh laundry and patches of sunlight too. We always joked that he acted more like a cat than a dog. When I tried giving him bones or chews, all he'd do was roll on them and then go stuff them under the couch or behind a shelf without chewing them. Actually, Kody was pretty picky with his food in the early days. Maybe because my mom kept giving him table food. But as he got into senior age, he got less picky. Kody also loved getting nightly scratches from my dad. He'd lay in my dad's lap and get so relaxed from the scratching. I'd get a little jealous because I couldn't get Kody to stay in my lap as long as my dad could.

The only command we ever managed to teach Kody was "sit" and he was real good at it if he knew you had a treat in hand. However when he got older and began developing dementia as well as gradually loosing his sight and hearing, he lost the command. The first time I realized he didn't know how to sit anymore, I cried. The first time I realized that Kody didn't know how to wag his tail anymore, I cried. Watching him deteriorate from what he once was, watching the shine in his eyes become dull and cloudy, watching as he gradually lost the ability to do more and more things... it was so painful.

Last night Kody came over to me and laid his head in my lap and fell asleep. It was the first time he had done that in months. I just sat there and pet him and cried. Now I can never pet him or hold him or kiss him on the head again. And it feels so unbearably, unimaginably painful. I can barely comprehend it. It feels like I'm in a nightmare. It feels like my heart's been ripped out of my chest. It feels like a part of my world is ending. But I know I will be okay eventually. I have to be.

Kody, you were a very good boy. The best dog/cat/rat in the world. I'm going to miss hearing your little feet pitter-pattering across the floor. I'll miss your barking when the doorbell rings. Your excited whines in the car. How you would roll on your back for belly rubs. The way you would burrow under the blankets or just shove them around until you made a nest. Your snores and funny twitches when you're deep asleep. How your fur was soft on top your head and then got coarser on your back. How big and round your eyes were. I'm going to miss it all so much. I hope you know how loved you are. And I hope we meet again someday. Thank you for everything, Kody. I love you.

[navybrat817]

Around Your Throat

Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.

The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.

But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.

At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.

“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"

"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"

You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.

He was both your ending and your new beginning.

"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.

"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"

"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.

"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”

“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”

“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”

Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”

“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"

He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”

“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”

Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.

You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.

“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."

“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."

Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.

Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.

Which would be you coming all over his fingers.

“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.

Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.

“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."

“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”

Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.

Your new life.

It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”

“Best combination,” you smiled.

“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"

"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."

"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."

You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"

His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."

"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."

"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."

You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.

"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.

"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."

And I will be until the end of time.

"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"

"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."

Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.

My eternal partner.

"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"

"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."

"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.

"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."

"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."

And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.

Who wouldn't want an eternity with Bucky? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[slasherx]

may i request headcanons for reboot jason with a fem s/o who loves kissing him all over his face and neck 😍

I assume you mean 2009 Jason

Content: Jason Voorhees x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Notes: I couldn't find any GIF's of 2009 Jason :(

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Jason wasn't used to affection at all - he wasn't used to people liking him before, much less with all his kills now. So when you two got together it was a huge surprise for him.

Now he's sat on the couch with you, watching a movie. Popcorn in his lap, he was watching the movie intently. Being in the woods almost his whole life meant he missed out on a lot of things growing up, including media.

But however, once the credits of the movie rolled, you turned to him and gave him a kiss on his masked cheek. He grew stiff and looked at you through the corner of his eye. You giggled, noticing that, and kissed him again.

Jason was still getting used to you giving him affection, so he didn't know how to react. It was still kind of early into the relationship - only six months had passed. As he was thinking this to himself, you got up on your knees on the couch and moved closer to him, kissing him once more.

Then your lips began to travel. You leaned up to kiss his forehead, gently moved his head to kiss his other cheek, kissed where his mouth would be, kissed his masked nose, kissed around the eye holes, and then your lips traveled down his jawline.

Jason's red blush could rival the blood of his victims. He felt goosebumps rise on his arms as you went lower and lower. He tried to tune his mother out, who was chastising him for letting you get "too steamy" with him.

When your lips touched the bare skin on his neck, he jumped and put his hands on your shoulders. You gave him a few more kisses before he finally pushed you away and shook his head. Fearing you crossed a line, you sat back on your knees with a frown on your face.

"I'm sorry Jase, I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable. I won't do it again, promise."

Jason then waved his hands and tried to explain that he was okay until you touched his neck, but he ended up getting frustrated. He let out an angry grunt and stood up, popcorn forgotten about on the table. He stomped through the house, ripping through drawers until he foud what he wanted.

Sitting back down with you on the couch, he showed you a page out of the notebook he quickly scribbled in to communicate with you. It read, I was okay until you touched my neck. Sensitive.

"Your neck is sensitive?" You asked.

Jason then nodded yes, then took the notebook back to scribble something else. He then shoved the notebook back in your hands for you to read. You did nothing wrong. I'm just sensitive. Keep kissing.

You giggled at the last bit. "Okay, Jase. I'll keep kissing you, but I'll keep in mind about your neck, okay?"

Jason nodded and bumped his head gently against yours, his way of kissing you himself.

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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!

[xoxochb]

Leo x fem!reader first kiss

⋆·˚ ༘ * when you know, you know

warnings: this might be rushed?

pairing: leo valdez x fem! reader

leo had been away for weeks. a stupid quest he accepted, and now you worry. the question was scheduled to be only a week, but it’s been almost a month at this point and you were worried something bad happened to him

you stayed up many nights worrying about the boy. where had he gone, what had happened, was he dead? you pushed the last thought away as much as possible, however recently many people had started a rumor that he was dead and it got harder to keep the thought from entering your mind

by the fourth week it had been sixteen days without sleep, eyes wide, mind racing. some nights you wrote down your thoughts, sometimes you cried, some nights you even did as much as waited by the border for his arrival, which was tonight’s rotation. you check the time on your watch which displays 5:47

campers would be waking soon and your presence at the camp entrance would have been concerning to other people. you make your way back to your cabin, you wouldn’t be eating breakfast anyways, the nausea from the thought of leo being dead was enough to prevent you from eating as long as you hadn’t been sleeping

the day went on like normal, you lay in bed, you get bored, you take a walk, you bother mr. d (he wouldn’t admit to anyone that he had enjoyed your visits), you stop by the infirmary, then you head back to bed. today your walk was interrupted by will solace running at you

“will?”

he stops in front of you out of breath, he holds a finger up to indicate he needs a moment and you wait until he’s ready

“come with me” is all he says, he grabs your hand and pulls you with him

“where are we going?” you ask breathlessly

why is he always running?!

he stops at the closed doors of the infirmary “okay before we go in here I want to tell you, one: not to freak, two: he is in perfectly good health, and three: please don’t do a whole ‘oh I missed you so much let’s kiss’ all that stuff, you know? It’s an infirmary, not cabin ten”

“just let me in, idiot!”

he mutters a few curses before opening the door. you take a step in and you’re immediately met with your beloved leo valdez. you waste no time in pulling him in for a bone-crushing hug

a part of your heart was healed in that moment. tears flow from your eyes, but you quickly stop yourself and pull away, an angry look on your face. leo would have said it was hot but a) you weren’t dating, it wouldn’t be appropriate and b) he was unsure if you wanted to rip him to shreds or not

“where were you? you had me scared to death! I had my doubts about you even coming back. If you ever do that again I swear to every god I know I will murder you in your sleep”

he nods “noted”

“I’m serious, leo, I was worried about you” you put your hands on his shoulders

“glad to know I have someone that cares about me as much as you do”

your eyes meet his cordiform ones and for a moment you thought about risking your friendship, luckily you were beat to the task:

“are we about to kiss right now?”

“you cannot be serious”

“I never joke”

you think: is this really the boy you’re in love with? but you know the answer. It’s the same boy who always worries about you, the one that’s always making trinkets for you, the one with the biggest heart you know. yes, this is the boy you’re in love with

“I guess we are” you slide your hands around his neck and pull him in for a long-awaited kiss

who cares what will says at this point? you were kissing the boy you loved and nothing has ever felt better than this

[russellsppttemplates]

okay but like protective charles over his family who are with him during a big gp like monza or something where everyone is always swarming him trying to get his attention and him just going into protective dad/husband mode🫠

btw everything you’ve written is amazing! i’m loving your blog sm 🫶🏻

Note: thank you for your feedback, I'm happy you enjoy it ✨️

"Hold mama's hands and don't let go, okay?", you checked with Hervé and Amélie, making sure they understood. Every weekend had its own rush and fans who wanted to meet your husband, and usually it was manageable with the kids. Monza, however, couldn't fall into that category. The fans and the whole atmosphere made it an even bigger event, tradition making it a weekend you rarely missed, and once the kids were old enough, they also joined you.

Walking out of the hotel, Charles walked in front of you, greeting all of the fans that had been waiting for him. "Charles! I'm here, I'm here!", they would yell, along with chants of "Forza Ferrari" and such.

The minute people started approaching you and the kids, the situation changed its look. Everyone wanted to have a little interaction with Charles, a picture, an autograph, or to give him something, not noticing you and the kids were getting swarmed in the sea of people until Hervé yelped.

"Sorry, buddy", an older man said, trying to make room for you and your children as you tried to move away from the group of people. Charles was quick to notice how you were in the middle of it all and how some fans were not letting you walk away from the group, almost trapping you and the kids.

"Everyone, I'm sorry", Charles tried, "EVERYONE BACK AWAY FOR A BIT PLEASE!", he yelled, catching the ones closest to him by surprise as he looked for you and the kids, holding Amélie's hand on his own so you could pick Hervé up and Charles could pick Amélie up.

"It's okay, amour, papa is here, there's no reason to fear, okay?", he checked with her, kissing het cheek and seeing some of the Ferrari team members also leave the hotel and calling for them, "can you help them out of here, please?", he asked as he kissed Hervé's cheek too, "are you going you be okay with them?", Charles ensured you were good, "yes - thanks for your help- yes, we will be fine", you assured.

"That was a little scary, papa. Mama wanted to get away but people weren't letting her, and I tried to push to one side, but we weren't able to go because only a few people were giving us space", your son pouted, looking up at Charles as you sat them in one of the benches, "I know, but that won't happen again, okay? I'm sorry", he said to the three of you, looking back at the group of fans that seemed to be getting antsier.

"Go, love, we are going to be fine. Just, be careful out there, okay? I don't want anyone trying to rip a hair out of you", you chuckled, kissing his lips and soothing some of his worries.

As Charles approached the group of fans again, contained by the police who had enforced security, "that wasn't okay, guys. I will happily sign and take pictures for all the time that I can, but when someone asks you to excuse them and let them walk, you have to let them do it. It doesn't matter who they are, my family or not, they're still people and they deserve that respect", he said, almost like he was lecturing your kids back at home.

(Thank you for your submission ✨️)

[m3l0nfl0at]

bad day - h. sero

pro hero!hanta sero x gn!reader ; fluffiest of fluff, minor angst on sero’s part, domestic fluff, reader is the sweetest, timeskip!sero (my beloved), pet names galore, 1.4k words

summary : sero comes back home after a rough day good thing he has a very supportive partner to cheer him up!

melons recommended melody: coming home - beabadoobee

 Was it hard dating a pro hero, no. However, it was hard seeing Sero come home sometimes bruised or with a ripped costume. What you never expected was for him to come home and tell you the reason why he was this beaten up was over his hair. 

 Sero ended up back at your guys’ shared house, expecting him to come in cheery like he usually does but you’re surprised when you see him looking glum and beaten down. “Baby? Are you okay?” You quirk your head and rush to his side waiting for his answer. Sero takes off his helmet angrily, “My stupid hair kept getting in the way of my vision in my helmet. It doesn’t help that we were fighting a villain made out of slime. So now I’m beat up and have slime in my hair, isn’t this great.”, he huffs stomping away to the shower. Truth be told you loved Sero’s hair, you loved when he came home from a long day and you could run your fingers through it or when he would sometimes let you put it in cute little hairstyles. Hearing he hated it made you sad but you thought that he would be angry for this moment and then move on, little did you know that this was his last straw.

 After Sero’s shower he came out with his brows furrowed in the middle, still looking as agitated as ever. “I’ve decided that I’m going to go get a haircut tomorrow. The shag is going bye-bye!” You go silent feeling your heart physically split down the middle, Sero looks over at you confused. He goes over to you on the couch waving his hand in your face, “Hello, babe, anyone in there?”. You snap out of your daze and slowly look up at him, “Hanta Sero, listen to me very clearly.”, oh you’re irritated. “If you cut your hair, an angel will die.”, Sero wanting to turn the vibe around teased. “So you’ll die if I cut my hair then baby?”, you faintly chuckle. “You know what, yes I’ll die if you cut your hair. If I can suggest anything maybe just a trim? It’s your final decision baby, I’ll love you no matter what your hair looks like. I will miss running my fingers through it when we cuddle or braiding your hair after you come home though.” 

 You send a pout his way, sinking yourself farther into the couch before Sero rushes over to you, pulling you into a hug, “Ok, I’ll get a trim because you’re right. I love the feeling of coming home and you playing with my hair after a long day plus I don’t want you to die.” You both laugh with each other as your hands find your way to his hair. “I’m sorry that your mission went badly today though, I still see bits of slime in your hair. Want me to wash it again for you? We can do a nighttime routine before we go to bed.” Sero nods and you pull him up by his hands leading him to your shared bathroom. “Let’s go slimy Sero! Hopefully I’ll be able to get all of this tiny goop out of my lovies beautiful hair.”

 Leaning on the counter of your sink you instruct him to grab your shampoo and conditioner as he leans down into the sink to wet his hair. “Baby why didn’t you grab a towel first, you’re going to get everything wet!” Scolding him as you run to get a towel. “Sorry, you called me slimy Sero and that made me think about the mission going terribly. Ugh, it really was bad but now is not the time to think about that, it’s time to relax.” 

 Coming back into the bathroom you see Sero hunched over with his shoulder tensed, feeling saddened by the thoughts of what Sero might be feeling right now. Caressing his back to let him know you were behind him, his shoulders relax knowing you’re near him and safe. Placing the towel on his back you start grabbing the shampoo and lathering it through his hair, still feeling a bit apprehensive about bringing up his mission again. Sero feels the silence hanging in the air, “Your shampoo smells like you, it’s relaxing me.” You laugh and Sero’s worry melts away, “It’s my shampoo of course it’s going to smell like me silly. It’s getting all that small slime out of your hair, not like your three in one.” Sero whips his head up to where you are, “I do not use a three in one! Don’t slander my name like that!” Laughing so hard your stomach felt like it was going to start hurting at any point, “Your hands feel so relaxing in my hair, are you sure you’re not a masseuse?” You go to grab your blow dryer shaking off his silly comment before blowing the cold air in his face. “Hey, no fair!” Sero waves his hands in front of his face before grabbing you by the waist, tickling you. You get the air out of his face signaling a truce switching the air to hot and actually blow drying his hair.

 “After this I’ll put some oil on the ends then we can go lay down my love.”, you softly brush his hair feeling relief that you convinced him to get a trim. As Sero glances over watching you in the mirror apply oil to his hair, he wonders how he got so lucky with you. He thinks how much of a blessing it is that he can come home to you everyday and no matter what he did wrong, you would be there waiting for him. Just as you finish you see Sero staring at you through the mirror with loving eyes, “What’s up baby?”. “Nothing, just love you and appreciate you being here for me, that's all.” You kiss him on the cheek before grabbing his hand, “I love you too, now let's go to sleep baby, you had a long day.” 

 Laying down with each other and letting the stressful day slip away, “Sero, I want you to know something. No matter what happens at that mission I know you put up a good fight and that’s all that matters, you hear me? Don’t think you ever let anyone down okay?”, grabbing his face and pulling him closer to you. He nods flushed with the sudden pull of affection, you lay his head down softly against you before giving him a kiss on his head. Sero laying on your chest matching his breathing with yours feels at peace, nothing was going to hurt him. No slime villain was going to attack him suddenly or ruin his hair and even if they did you would help him with that. Looking down at Sero you see him still wide awake looking at you, “Are you not tired baby?”. 

 Sero looks up finally feeling vulnerable enough to tell you about his day, “Since it was a villain with a slime quirk my tape was pretty much useless because I don’t really have anything to grab on too but I went to the scene anyway. I tried to grab onto the walls only to slip and fall, leaving me covered in slime, it was so embarrassing babe!” You wanted to chuckle a bit imagining Sero doing a spidey-like thwip with his tape to only slip and fall, “Hey, jerk! Don’t picture it!”. Sero flicks your forehead as you start giggling, “Sorry, you’re just so cute. I know that you’re embarrassed because it doesn’t help your hero image but no one can be a perfect hero baby.”. Sero looks away still feeling insecure, “Lately, I just feel like I’m embarrassing myself more and more. What if the agency doesn’t take me seriously.” he pushes his face further in your neck to avoid looking at you. “Baby, it’s normal to feel embarrassed especially when you’re trying to maintain your hero image. You don’t have to be the strongest hero or the fastest, you just have to save people. You're going to lose some battles but you’re also going to win some that specifically fit your quirk, as long as you come back in one piece to me that’s all that matters.” Sero side eyes you, “Oh, all that matters to me of course.” He flicks your forehead again, laughing along with you, “You’ll always be the greatest hero to me, Sero.”. That was all he needed to be, you both eased into the comfort of being close to each other after a hard day of work. Suddenly every embarrassing moment that happened today to Sero vanished into thin air because he wasn’t the greatest hero but to you he was.

divider credit to @/anitalenia and @/thecutestgrotto

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ melon's marginalia: been watching mha and then saw timeskip sero and hello princess, i luv him he’s so silly

[nickybloodhead]

M I N E

All day you had been gone and James missed you, every now and then he would look at the clock, watching the minutes and hours tick by and you still didn't show up. He had no problem with you going out with your friends, but come on, why should it take you so long?

The moment you walked through the door, you saw James walking towards you with a frown on his face.

"Where were you?" There was no warm welcome home, just a complaint, you narrowed your eyes and crossed your arms.

"Hello to you too, and I went out for drinks with my friends" He continued to frown and followed you as you made yourself comfortable, taking off your jacket and boots, it was a little late and you wanted to rest, but he had other plans. He put his arms around your waist and buried his face in your neck.

"I hate it when you go out all day, you're mine and I miss you" he grumbled against your neck, giggled softly. So that's what was keeping him in a bad mood.

"Well, now you have me here and we can do whatever you want" You turned to look him in the eyes and smiled sweetly at him, you expected him to take you to bed to cuddle up and rest all night in each other's arms, however the mischievous smile that grew on his face let you know right away that it wasn't to be.

***

James had you in a mating press, balls deep in you as he moved in and out of your hole, both gasped, your fingernails scratched his back with each rude thrust. The moment you mentioned that he could do whatever he wanted, it didn't take him long to grab you by the waist and push you onto the couch to kiss you, he was really needy, as his hard bulge pressed against your pussy as he devoured your mouth. He had no intention of being tender or making love to you, he ripped off your clothes and spread your legs, ripping open your panties so he could get right into your pussy. He started slow as usual but as soon as he heard your first moan, he gave free rein to his desire, his hands pressed your thighs to your chest to fuck you thoroughly.

"Shit, you take me so good, look how deep I am inside you" His mouth was half open as he buried himself in you, he was completely drunk with desire. His hands holding you to keep you from moving too much, he was using you as his personal plaything and you couldn't be more okay with that.

He leaned in to claim your lips in a sloppy kiss, you bit his lips as he growled, for a moment he pulled away just a few inches and held your chin, then he let a thick trickle of drool slide down to your mouth, he covered your lips with the palm of his hand and smiled arrogantly at you. "Now, be good for me and swallow it."

You opened your eyes surprised and turned on by what he had just done, you tasted his saliva and swallowed it as he commanded, your cheeks were red from the dirty act, but one that had delighted you. James smiled haughtily and thrust his hips harder, drawing a needy moan from you.

"Dirty slut, taking my drool, so thirsty for me" There was a smug laugh that reverberated throughout the living room, as he took your hole and molded it to his whim. James was so far gone into himself, only seeking his pleasure through your body, his girl's body. Your voice had gone hoarse from moaning so much, so only little squeals of pleasure were all that could be heard from you, you couldn't help but be horny, not with the way James was using you.

But you were especially losing your mind a little over that disgusting act that you wanted again, so silently and waiting for him to get the message, you opened your mouth, begging with your eyes for him to do it again, to spit in your mouth.

James felt his cock twitch at the sight of you so hussy, it seemed you had enjoyed being fed with more than one of his fluids, he smiled at that and stuck his thumb between your lips, pressing your tongue down.

You wanted to taste him again but he just teased you, fucking you harder, his hands squeezing your flesh hard enough to leave bruises, a shudder ran through you at the thought of all the marks that would be on your body, marks that proved who you belonged to.... James Hetfield was a greedy bastard.

Your thoughts were interrupted when a spit filled your mouth cavity, you gasped as you felt the amount of drool dripping down, you must be quite the perverse image of depravity now, however, you took it as you knew James wanted it and smiled at him in such a pure and innocent way that made him lose it.

"Hell, you're as fucked up as me and I love you" He kissed you with abandon as his hips increased the pace, his fingers rubbed your sensitive bud until it was hypersensitive, making you both cum hard; you were sure the whole neighborhood had heard you, but fuck it.

His load kept filling your womb until it overflowed out of you, his hips slowly stopped as you both came down from the top, you yourself were a mess of your wetness, shit, you sure had ruined the couch.

Both of you were barely breathing normally, James pulled out of you and collapsed on the couch as your legs were stretched from the position he had kept you in, you felt a sharp pain in your back and knees, that had certainly been a rough session, you were exhausted and didn't think you would be able to make it to bed on your own.

James noticed your wince so he hurried to massage your limbs, he might be tired, but he never let aftercare go forgotten, especially when he was so hard on you. His hands relaxing your sore spots felt like heaven, you hummed contentedly and with the little strength you had left you cuddled up to him, your face buried in his neck.

"You know... Fucked up or not, I love you too," you murmured against his skin and left a soft kiss before falling unconscious on top of him. James smiled, you were definitely the one, the only one he needed in his life.

Wow, this took a while but it was an anon request, for some reason the request was lost to anchor it with the story but here it is anon, I hope you like it and sincerely... I'd let James spit in my mouth, too

[beesxrated]

Emerald Again

3 years post Withers party and you meet Halsin again. 🪷->🪻

Masterlist

You make your way back to Emerald Grove, it's been almost 3 years since you've been there. It looks greener with all of the Tiefling gone. Beautiful flowers of many colors bloom around the gate, vines twisting around it keeping it shut. The only way you can see to get in is climbing the rocks next to the gate. As you do so you look up to see him waiting for you. His hair is longer and he has some new scars on his arms. Once you reach him he envelopes you in a tight hug.

"It has been too long." Halsin says, "I knew this day would come. I have missed you."

You stare up at him, you'd forgotten how tall he really was, "I have too. I needed to get away from the city, it's too loud."

"You are looking for the calmness of nature." He laughs, "I thought you might join me for a while."

You nod and he leads you into the Grove. You pass all the old barrels now covered in moss and any sign of the refugees being there is almost long gone. Druids walk freely and go about their business as if you aren't there. Halsin takes you down into the Inner Sanctum. Nettie greets you before quickly leaving, side eyeing Halsin on her way out. Once Nettie is out of sight Halsin kisses you, it's more passionate than it ever was before.

"I have missed you. I think about you always." He says keeping his face closer to yours.

You smile, "So have I. I wanted to come sooner, but I was worried you would be too busy."

"I am never too busy for you, my heart." Halsin kisses you again, "I only wish you would stay with me, here. Enjoy the wilderness as nature intended."

"I was hoping you'd say that." You laugh and kiss his cheek, "I was hoping to stay, as long as you wanted. I missed our time together, in nature."

"What about your other partner?"

You sigh, "We split about a year ago. We both wanted and needed different things."

"I am sorry it did not work out for you, but I am glad you are here with me."

Before you can answer he is kissing you again, hard and passionate. It's almost as if he's wanting this kiss to tell you how much he wanted you and missed you. Maybe even how much he loves you. He picks you up and carries you to a nearby table. He pulls away and almost rips off your blouse. Haslin's eyes never leave you or your body as they glow yellow for a few seconds before fading back to his blue ones. His lips make contact with your neck and travel lower down your body before he kisses you fully again.

Soon clothes are being thrown to the floor, mostly ripped if not completely destroyed. Hands touch every inch of skin available, desperate for something. His mouth leaves yours again venturing to your stomach, your thighs, your hips. He picks you back up again almost recreating your first night together. He pushes you hard against the chamber walls before going back down your body, just like he had the first time.

You get goose bumps as his tongue and hands find all of the right places. His warm breath sends shivers up your body. Halsin lets his hands travel up to your chest, grabbing and massaging. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder for better access to what he wants. When he finally pulls away your body is overwhelmed with pleasure and sensation.

Halsin's lips meet yours again as he finally pleases himself, pushing into you. The noises coming from him are deep and loud, unafraid of anyone who could possibly be listening. It doesn't take long for him to finish. His voice and yours is hoarse, yours almost gone. He carries you back to one of the tables and sets you down, he kneels in front of you, placing his head in your lap.

For someone who talks so much, he has so little to say to you now. However, he seems calmer, happier. His shoulders seem looser, his breathing slower.

"I am sorry, I couldn't control myself." His voice is softer now than it was before.

You run your fingers through his hair, "That's okay. Perfect would mean there's nothing left to explore."

He laughs pulling his head up to look into your eyes, "I am glad you see it my way now."

The two of you spend the rest of the night in each other's arms. Naked, just as nature intended. Both of your hands touching every part of each other, pleasuring each other whenever feels right.

[danisbrainrot]

okay girl I want post rescue lottie in a psyh ward. reader is her roommate and lottie is always trying to help them and comfort them and she barely talks about her own feelings and why she's here BUT one day lottie is having an episode/maybe panic attack and now it's reader's turn to help her/comfort her

lottie matthews x reader

tw: mental health issues, self-h@rm and su1c1d3 mentioned.

my love, I debated writing this because this was so hard to write (I don't know anything about mental health and psych wards :/ ) I tried to write it in the most sympathetic/realistic way I could.

whispering softly, you tried to reassure yourself that everything was fine. tucked beneath your covers for warmth and protection, you faced the walls—away from your room mate—ignoring the rest of the world.

the feeling of warm hands on your back throws you into a panic, as you rip the weighted blanket off of you. "are you okay?" you look up and see your roommate staring down at you with concern.

in the six months you two shared a room, you'd never uttered even a word to each other—this seemed to have come out of nowhere.

maintaining eye contact, it takes forever before you finally shake your head and burst into tears. "I'm not supposed to be here," you whimper, nuzzling your face in your knees and rocking back and forth. "I'm not insane. my parents are wrong."

your roommate places her arms around you, pulling you in close and shushing you soothingly. "I know what you mean. neither of us should be here right now," she mutters ominously. you look up at her in confusion, a weird beat passing, before you shake your head. "I'm lottie."

"six months. . . and we don't know each other's names," you scoff, snuggling into her side. you didn't know why, but it felt right in her arms—like that's where you belonged.

"I know your name," she smiles softly, gently placing her head against yours. staying still for a while, the hours passed, but you focused on the sounds of her deep breaths—closing your eyes and enjoying her presence.

a knock on the door alerts the both of you—reminding you where you were—causing the two of you to tear apart. it was an attending, carrying a tray with both your meds. "okay you two, seven pm, you know what the means."

they nod in understanding, you hold out your palm, the cup in the other hand as you throw three pills back at the same time. lottie is hesitant, however, her eyes narrowing at the new attending. "I usually have four," she replies harshly.

"your parents wanted you on a fifth one, as per your doctor's recommendation," the attending explains, shoving the tray in her face. lottie scowled but still took all five pills.

once the attending left, you growl, "fucking asshole," lottie snorts at your comment. "because of him, now I need antidepressants as well. oh, I'm on suicide watch, did you hear?"

"who do you think pried the razor out of your hands?" she asked softly, staring at you with an intensity that caused your insides to shiver.

you shake your head, "I wasn't gonna do it, just. . . I thought I'd get more mash with dinner. didn't know they'd—"

"you don't like mashed potato," she mumbles. your cheek burns, as you realise she knows a lot more about you than you know about her.

"do you stop staring at me?" you snap. lottie hmms cryptically, moving back onto your bed and next to you; her arms are around you once again. eyes widening, you shuffle slightly—wanting to escape her embrace but craving her touch at the same time. "what are you doing?"

lottie was silent for a moment, "I'm hugging you," she mumbles, twirling a strand of your hair. you sigh into the hug, missing how it felt to have this kind of connection with someone. "you haven't been hugged in a while, huh?"

you don't know why, but you blurt out, "I haven't been kissed either," you try to joke, only it comes out acerbically. lottie, to her merits, didn't even flinch.

instead, she merely pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ear. "do you want to be?" lottie asks. you nod softly, and she pulls you closer. your eyes squeeze shut, feeling her soft lips against your own.

forgetting how to kiss, you immediately moan into the kiss, grinding into her slightly. she chuckles at your eagerness.

when you finally pull away, lottie sighs. "still don't belong here?"

you shake your head, "not in the asylum. but maybe with you. . ." you whisper shyly. lottie giggles, kissing you again.

[scar-crossedlvrs]

Leon S. Kennedy - Lay On Hands

Summary: Successful in his rescue attempt, Leon and Ashley travel back to the states but before they can go home one thing stands in their way. The post-mission hospital visit.

A/N: hi wow um it’s been a while. this was a request i got all the way in june that i’ve been sitting on throughout my writer’s block. i’m still not very confident right now, but I hope you guys like this fluffy mess. the title's a really lame d&d reference.

rly wanna thank @roseglazedlens for helping me outline the ending of this fic. i love her to death please go check her out, she's got some really cool stuff coming up.

ngl this was a relief to finish up and put out there~. I'm very sorry to keep the lovely anon that requested this waiting.

cw for: fluff! gn!nurse!reader, inaccurate nurse portrayal probably, one whole kiss

wc: 2.2k

gentle reminder that all of my works sfw or not are intended for 18+ audiences.

The inbox is open for requests.

“I cannot wait to get off this thing.” 

The sound of Ashley’s voice chitters in his ear, slightly distorted in the staticky headset as suddenly, her hand closes firm around his forearm, ripping him from his thoughts. 

“Hm?” a hum of acknowledgement crackles back towards her as tired eyes turn from the cityscape below to the blonde girl who had suddenly come to life beside him.

“You’re telling me you weren’t paying attention?” her head tilts, gentle smile blooming on her features as she meets his gaze. “We’re landing soon, home this time.” 

Managing a half cocked smile and a huff of a laugh, Leon shook his head while shifting his attention towards her. Stiff joints groan in protest at the ever so slight movement. The hours of inactivity after days of absolutely no rest in the days prior left his body far more sore than he’d like to admit to. 

“Left that up to you. Thought you’d want some practice.” he quipped, trying to keep his energy high for Ashley’s sake despite the screaming ache that radiated deep into his bones.

“Right, gotta be tip top shape if I’m going to be your replacement.”

She giggles, and he lets out another soft chuckle, pleased enough with her reaction. “Just tell me when we’re on solid ground again.” 

“Sure. You can count on me, Leon.”

-

Feet connect with the solid asphalt surface of the hospital’s helipad, and Leon lets out an audible sigh of relief before reaching a hand out to help the young woman off the helicopter. He’s careful, right hand in hers while the other braces her upper arm to make sure that she makes it off of the aircraft without issue. 

“You okay?” The familiar question slips from him as Ashley’s hand leaves his, the hand below her shoulder hovering for a moment longer before dropping heavy to his side.

“I’m good.” She nods, brushing her hands over her disheveled clothing. “Just ready to go home.”

“You’re almost there.”

Before either of them could say any more, they’re surrounded by the flurry of suits that had been waiting for the chopper to touch down. Muscle memory takes over as he steps in front of the girl, every instinct in his body telling him to protect her despite the miserable state he was in. He scans the faces as they approach, brows furrowing as he tenses, one arm raised to cage her behind him and the other hovering over the pistol strapped to his thigh. Ready for anything.

“Welcome back Agent Kennedy, Miss Graham.”

Shoulders stoop slightly and tense muscles relax, the arm he had raised to shield the younger woman from potential danger dropping to his side as he recognized the voice. 

“Hunnigan.” he nods, eyes turning up to meet hers. 

There’s no longer a need for the established codenames now that they’re on home soil, however being addressed as ‘Agent’ made him far prefer the comfort of condor. However, it was nice to put a face to the disembodied voice feeding him information through the earpiece he had shed once in the safety of the chopper.

“Miss Graham if you would come with me.” One of the secret servicemen took hold of Ashley’s arm now that Leon had backed down. “We’ll get you checked in and then you can see your father.” 

Green eyes flicker in excitement before flying in Leon’s direction, waiting for his instruction. A showcase of the trust she had placed in him over the duration of their time together. 

“Go.” he met her inquisition with a nod, giving her the permission she was seeking. 

She nods in turn, fingers curling around the silver pendant dangling from her neck as she hesitates for a moment. 

“Thanks, Leon.”

Before he could answer, an arm is hooked around her shoulders, leading her rather hurriedly into the depths of the hospital with the other two secret service members and leaving him alone with Hunnigan. She quickly began dumping information on him, ushering him to follow her off the windy rooftop and into the hospital himself. 

He didn’t have the energy to listen to everything she was saying, picking up only pieces here and there. Something about mission debriefing in the afternoon ( something he dreaded simply due to the fact he’d have to wear that crumpled suit in the bottom of his closet he hated so badly ), a mess of updates about the island’s explosion, vague words of thanks from President Graham and …..

“You and Ashley are going to be staying overnight, just to make sure there’s no lasting effect from the plaga.”

That was the last thing Hunnigan spoke as she ushered him into an empty examination room, the door closing quietly behind him.

-

The door to the exam room creaked open just as he finished unclipping the utility belt from his waist. Leon unceremoniously dropped the belt onto the pile of gear he had already collected in one of the spare chairs in the corner of the room, not quite ready to break the quiet lull and stream of thoughts that he had found comfort in during the wait.

“Getting comfortable Mr. Kennedy?” 

His eyes snap to the closing door to the sudden appearance in the doorway.

You.

Lively eyes glitter in amusement as you watch him shed his gear, presence lighting up the room almost immediately, melting away some of the tiredness that dared to try and consume him whole.

“Or should I say, Special Agent Kennedy?”

Lips pull into a displeased frown. That title again, even in that sugar sweet tone you always seemed to use with him it rubbed him the wrong way. He hated how it sounded in general, but coming from you seemed to make it sting. 

“Just Leon’s fine.” 

 “I know.” Your eyes slip to the paperwork attached to the clipboard in your hands, and a small smile appears on your face. “You’ve told me that before.”

“Consider it a reminder.” His words are growing more  playful than pointed now.

“Just being professional.”

The slight frown fades from his lips as he takes in the curve of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes as you tease him. Warm, familiar. It helped to put him at ease far too often in the bland white hellscape of the hospital he had found himself in far too many times over the past few years. After every too-intense training session or grueling mission, you were there with caring hands and a day-brightening smile that he couldn’t help but pretend belonged solely to him. 

And suddenly he was reminded how that look was the last thing he pictured in that chamber as Ashley was forced against her will to turn his own gun on himself, and again when he nearly succumbed to the will of the parasite. Each and every single time he danced too close to death in the cold hell he had found himself in during his time in Spain, his thoughts flickered back to you and how much he wanted to make his way back home and into your care despite everything. 

And now that he was here, everything didn’t seem quite so bad. 

“You know the drill, ‘cmon.” Your words cut through the quiet, patting the paper-covered padding of the examination table. “Up on the table.”

“You’re the boss.”

Leon nods, stiff shoulders pulling into a shrug as he backs up to the table. He offers you a fleeting half-smile before hoisting himself up and settling on the cold, uncomfortable surface with a dramatic sigh. The padding did nothing but irritate the sore ache already plaguing the base of his spine and he hunches slightly.

“Gonna be honest, Leon.” You take a moment to note his condition, leaning against the counter with furrowed brows. He shifts slightly under your warm gaze, suddenly too conscious of the way you seemed to be looking over him. 

“You look like shit.”

“Ouch.” He chuckled, head shaking ever so slightly as his body released the tension that had built up during the silence. “Is that a professional opinion?”

“Just a friendly observation.” 

“I’d hate to be your enemy.” 

Your brow arches, turning away to flop the clipboard down onto the counter with a clatter as you’re suddenly more interested in the aforementioned patient paperwork again. 

A pitiful attempt to hide the amusement dancing behind your eyes. He takes notice, lips curling upwards as he shifts, elbows resting on his knees to lean forward as a small surge of pride swells in his chest at the way your head shakes as you try and hide your reaction.

His triumph is short-lived however, as you compose yourself and take one last glance at the provided information. As you turn towards him, Leon straightens back up and watches as your hands absentmindedly move to the stethoscope draped around your neck. Fingers curling around the tubing as you take a few steps closer, attempting to look as serious as possible. 

“So, what exactly happened this time?” you question, pulling the stethoscope from around your neck. 

“Caught a nasty bug while we were in Spain, everything went to shit from there.” Leon offers a small shrug and a half smile as he speaks, certain that your documentation had everything he could tell you about the plaga already. 

This earns him an exasperated groan, and a playful thump on the shoulder. Nothing too serious, just a small jolt to his already throbbing deltoid, yet Leon clutches the spot with a dramatic whine. “Pretty sure there’s rules against abusing patients.” 

You brush off his complaints with another shake of your head. “I know about the parasite, it’s everything else I’m curious about. You’ve never been this beat up before.” 

“Hostile locals.” his words trailed off, unable to give you the whole story despite so desperately wanting to. “And others.”

“Right,” You nod, and he’s grateful that you don’t pry. “Keep your secrets, mystery man. Just let me do my job.”

“Not stopping you.” A hand raises in mock surrender as brows raise defensively.

“Good.” You clip the metal Y to your neck in one smooth motion, drawing his attention to the way it slopes into your shoulders for a moment before catching himself. 

“It’s been five minutes and I haven’t even gotten vitals because you keep distracting me.”

The drum of the stethoscope slips into the front pocket of your dark blue scrubs as you close the distance between the two of you. A gentle hand closes around the wrist of his raised arm, guiding it down as you lean past him to reach for the blood pressure cuff attached to the wall behind him. 

It wasn’t as if this was the first time you had been this close, he had gotten used to it over the years. Used to the fresh linen scent of your clothes, the warm vanilla scent of your skin and the warmth of your fingers; Leon had trained himself not to react to any of them and yet here he was, forgetting all of that as your scent filled his senses and your touch melts away any of the remaining aches.

His breath catches heavy in his throat, mind blanking completely as you work. Entranced by your practiced movements, he’s acutely aware of the way his heart hammers against his rib cage and his sudden silence. 

“That’s odd.” you murmur after a few moments. “Everything is reading normal besides your heart rate. Has it been like that for long? Could be a side effect of the parasite.” 

You’re mostly talking to yourself at this point, blissfully unaware of the effect you had on him. 

The simple act of a gentle, caring touch after one of the most taxing missions of his career sending him spiraling back to that bumbling rookie from so many years ago. Unable to form a complete, coherent sentence he simply shrugged, met with a sharp bob of your head as you turn to walk back to the counter in order to jot down your findings in his records.

The moment your fingertips left his skin, Leon could feel the cold ache creeping slowly back in as your warmth fades from his form.

Impulse kicks in this time and he moves to snag your wrist in his hand, unwilling to part with the comfort your touch brought with it. 

Wanting just a little more.

You let out a curious hum, as he pulls you back to his side, closer than you had been only moments ago. Heart thrumming in his throat, he hesitates for a moment before tugging you to meet him at eye level before leaning forward ever so slightly to close the distance between the two of you. 

Lips meet; soft, sweet and warm. He doesn’t linger more than necessary despite so desperately wanting to, just long enough to convey all the thoughts he can’t seem to form into words. 

Hoping that you understand the feelings behind the motion.

The first thing he notices when he pulls away is the pretty flush in your cheeks, the next being how tightly he’s gripping your wrist.

“Sorry.” It’s the first thing he’s able to vocalize in the aftermath of his impulsive behavior. Reluctantly, Leon releases the grip he has on you, averting his gaze ever so slightly.

“Don’t be.” 

His eyes move to meet yours, flickering to the smirk curling on your lips as you take a small step backwards. 

“Just let me finish my job, and we can talk about this later.”

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My (embarrassingly okay-ish) 9-1-1 Sims

so I do not claim to be good at remaking real people in the sims... I want to go ahead and get that out of the way first and foremost

however I don't think I did *terrible* on these sims (some are definitely better than others) but with that said, here are my 9-1-1 sims

(please don't judge me too hard)

Evan "Buck" Buckley

the tattoo cc I made for buck is definitely way out-of-date, but alas i am too lazy to go back and make a new tattoo to add all of his current 6,000 tattoos (love your tats oliver but no thanks <3) Including that last shirtless pic to show them off a little better.

Eddie Diaz

I know that Eddie doesn't have Ryan's map&compass tattoo in the show but I love that tattoo on Ryan so I included it on Eddie. I chose this hair for him bc I wanted to like blend the length it's at now with his s6 style a little bit- very floofy yet tidy, but also not a schoolboy or slicked back to the gods.

Maddie Han

I think I spent hours trying to get JLH's face as perfect as I could in-game and honestly I don't hate the outcome? like it's definitely NOT perfect by any means, but I think Maddie is one of my favorite sims in terms of how she turned out.

Chimney Han

Chimney is where things started to go a little downhill for me... I don't know why, but after HOURS of working, I just cold not get him right so I eventually had to sit back, take a deep breath, and say 'this is as good as it's gonna get.' I'd like to issue my formal apology to Kenneth Choi for this <3 (pls don't judge too harshly I swear I tried)

Karen Wilson

Karen, like Chimney, was a sim I spent HOURS on trying to get right, but for some reason I just could not for the life of me perfectly replicate Tracie's face... and unfortunately when I first made these sims (a LONG time ago) there wasn't a hair that fit Karen perfectly until (imo) THIS one came with the Lovestruck Expansion pack... I did make the executive decision to give her light brown hair rather than the blonde/brown she actually has, because the blonde in-game looked weird on her. I know these aren't her classic dreads, but I feel like they evoke the general vibe of hers better than some of the options we have in-game.

Hen Wilson

so Hen turned out being one of my favorites. I really love the outfits I picked out for her (bc lets be honest Hen loves wearing some of the WILDEST fits on the show) but unfortunately, this game hates to give female sims just plain slacks that are higher-waisted, so I was stuck with a cc pair that don't quite match but what can I do

Bobby Nash

yet another sim who I feel like I missed the mark on- Peter Krause's face was just IMPOSSIBLE to replicate, so I did my best. I also made the executive decision to not go full-grey for Bobby bc then he looked ancient rather than just late-50s.

Athena Grant

All I have to say about Athena is ANGELA BASSETT DID THE THING (also the cop outfit does NOT do her justice in this- I promise I worked hard to make sure Athena was giving just as much mommy vibes as she does on the show in her other outfits) (she's also ripped as fuck in my game bc I said so)

May Grant

I have a love-hate relationship with this sim because I spent so much time trying to perfectly replicate Corrinne's face, but no matter what I did there was always something that was always just the tiniest bit off... she's definitely not the worst of these sims though

Ravi Panikkar

all I have to say about Ravi is that if they want to give him a boyfriend in s8 i am available, and willing to travel to shoot in Los Angeles-

Also, I DID make a Josh sim, but I accidentally deleted him bc my mouse battery was dying and it was glitching out and i misclicked the "yes delete" button rather than the "don't delete" on the "are you sure?" tab and I didn't feel like going back and finding him again in the depths of my library so I will have to remake him :/

Oh and I made Chris too but every child sim looks exactly the same so he doesn't look anything like Gavin, but that was out of my hands I fear 💀

But anyway, these are my 9-1-1 sims... I made these forever ago and went through last night and updated their hair/outfits, but I haven't touched their physical attributes since I first made them. I'm excited to start playing with them again 😭😭

[dumpsterfire-daydreams]

Important plot points, König and reader fluff, TW: mild sexual shame, nervous König, comforting reader

Reader POV:

Any thoughts of attending practice were long gone as König happily snuggled in bed with you instead. You hoped that he at least had some excuse or alibi ready, though. The thought of Price catching you breaking rules again after already getting in trouble for that the day before made you a bit nervous. But at the same time, you guessed he would be understanding. You were both young and in love. And since you rarely ever got time to spend together, one missed practice couldn’t be the end of the world.

"Okay, I have to ask," you laughed, signaling to him that you wanted to sit up. "You said I was your first. So, how are you this good at sex?"

"I'm just lucky," he laughed, rolling off of you. But there was a poorly concealed nervousness in his voice. "You're a great teacher, Maus."

Sensing there was more going on than he wanted to admit, you gave him a skeptical squint and pressed the issue. "While I'm flattered at the compliment, no one on earth is that lucky or catches on that quick. Come on, you can tell me!"

"Well," König sat up, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "When I told everyone you'd be visiting, Soap might have given me some… study materials. To prepare."

"Oh my god," your mind reeled in shock. "It was porn. Soap gave the man porn!" No wonder he had been so invested in your bedroom shenanigans! All the winks and suggestive glances? He probably knew every detail of what König would do to you! Because he'd given him all the ideas himself!

Though your face flushed at the thought, you weren’t angry at König. Both of your schedules were often packed to the brim. And because of that, even you had no qualms about pleasuring yourself on your own to bridge the gap or just relax. But König had never really seemed the type to do the same. He always seemed so innocent somehow.

"It was only a little! Just enough to give me some... Well, some inspiration. To get started," he rushed, before meekly hanging his head in shame. "…But I admit to exploring a bit on my own, too."

"There's no shame in that! It's okay! I'm not upset. Just surprised!"

Clearly, the topic of self-pleasure was still a source of guilt for him. Seeing him this distraught over watching a little porn was surprising, but you could also relate since you'd been there yourself at one point. The reminder instantly made you sympathetic, urging you to help him overcome it however you could. But having gotten past the initial confession, he quickly returned to cuddling. His hands trailed over your body distractingly and you knew he was attempting to halt the discussion there. But you had so many questions now and weren't ready to drop the topic just yet.

"Well, now I'm curious. I've admitted my kinkier tastes." You poked his thigh playfully. "It's your turn now. What kind of stuff are you into that you haven't told me?"

The skin around his eyes flushed a deep red as he dropped his hands to his sides and looked away. "...I'd rather not say. It's nothing."

"König, I promise you. At this point, there's nothing you could say that would shock me! There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We’re both adults here."

He continued to hesitate, so you rolled over and wrapped your arms around him. König accepted the warm gesture, but jolted when he felt his phone slip out of his pocket before you danced out of his reach with it in hand.

"Maus, what are you doing!"

"We’ll rip it off like a band-aid, okay? I'll just take a peek. …Bitte?"

He quickly sat up on the edge of the bed, moving as if about to chase after you. But he hung back, mind spinning so fast you could practically hear the gears turning. His eyes were a bit wide and he was still blushing furiously. But after a shaky sigh, he told you the pass code and you unlocked his phone.

"Just promise me," he whispered. "Promise you won't think differently of me?"

"I'm sure it's nothing I haven't seen before," you reassured him, navigating to his browser. "I just want to know how to make you feel as good as you make me feel. That’s all!"

As he sat there fidgeting, you scrolled through his search history. Just from the fact that it was all still there made it evident he was very new to this. No incognito mode and not a single thing had been deleted! The lines of text flew by in a blur as you scrolled to the bottom of the list, choosing to work your way up from there. You were curious to see what Soap had sent him and how things had developed from there.

Most of it was pretty basic: a lot of missionary stuff, erotic massage tutorials, and a few anatomical diagrams of the female form. From what you knew of Soap, you wouldn’t have been shocked to find the most obscene and lewd content, some sent as jokes and some for guidance. But Soap had thankfully started him off slow. He was actually taking König under his wing and trying to help him out without overwhelming him right out the gate. It reminded you of how a parent might educate a son. And it was kinda sweet!

But past that point, you could immediately tell that König had started to take over. Your eyebrows piqued with interest as you retraced König's steps. There were multiple entries that centered around the female orgasm. What it looked like, how it felt for her, and different ways to achieve it. He had literally searched the phrases "how to touch a girl right", "does sex hurt for girls", and "how to make a girl feel good in bed". It was so innocent, so thoughtful. He was definitely interested in sex, but he hadn't been solely focused on his own pleasure. He had been determined to make this a good experience for you too! And it warmed your heart.

From there, things began to sharply diverge as he had begun exploring his own curiosities. There were images of men kneeling before leather-clad women, ropes fastened tightly around their bodies. There were saved videos depicting burly-looking men in handcuffs or blindfolds, begging for permission to orgasm as a dominatrix spanked them with a paddle. And suddenly, his recent behavior began to make sense. König was a sub! Or, at the very least, the idea intrigued him.

"Do you like the idea of me being in charge during sex?" you asked gently, trying to help him open up.

But König wouldn't meet your eyes, instead focusing on straightening the blankets. "I don't know. Maybe? …Yes?"

"König, I think you're a sub."

His eyes widened. "What does that mean? Is it bad?! Maus, I'm sorry! I can fix it!"

"No, no," you laughed. "It's not bad! I'm one too! Remember when I asked you to choke me?"

"But I can't!" he whined. "It doesn't feel right. It makes me feel like a monster and I hate it."

"I know! But what about if I choked you? Would that feel right? Would it feel good?"

He paused, thinking for a moment. "I think I might like that? I don't know. It felt unfair to ask after I told you no."

You took a moment to give him a brief crash course of BDSM. The short speech covered topics like roleplay, bondage, and pain for sexual pleasure. And you made sure to thoroughly explain the difference between a dominant and a submissive. As you did so, König seemed to relax a bit more as understanding started to kick in.

"And you are a sub too, yes?"

You nodded enthusiastically. "Mmhmm! I wonder if we both are! Because I was willing to give it a try earlier, I can't really get into a dom headspace either. It’s just not my cup of tea. But we both want the same things done to us, but the idea of doing them to someone else makes us uncomfortable."

König paused, processing your words. "Interesting."

Relaxing a bit more, König laid back on the bed. He lay there silently mulling over this new information as you continued to explore. But what you found next made your eyes grow wide in shock. Link after link, from that point all the way up to just a few days ago, he'd only searched for one specific theme: "Two boys and one girl", "Three people having sex", "Two men sharing a girl". And it wasn't long until he’d found the specific genre he was looking for. Threesomes, cuckolding, threesomes, group sex, threesomes, threesomes, threesomes. In a knee-jerk reaction that you instantly regretted, your jaw dropped. And König immediately covered his face, well aware of what you had finally discovered.

"I'm so sorry," he cried. "You probably think I'm disgusting. It's sick, I know. What girl wants her lover fantasizing about sharing her with another man? Who does that?"

"König-," you began, coming over to sit beside him. You turned off his phone, not wanting the sight of the evidence to upset him even further. But it was no use as he continued to ramble.

"I love you!" he pleaded. "I really do, I mean it! I don't want you to think that I am not satisfied. That I'm not content with just you as you are. I never should have looked at such a thing. And I'll never look at it again, I swear on my life!"

"König!" You shook him by the shoulders, trying to snap him out of his rapid descent into despair. Or at the very least, break his fall. "I'm not disgusted! I was just totally caught off guard! But if that's what you like, it's okay!"

He sniffled softly, looking up at you with puffy, tear-filled eyes. "Really?"

"Yes! If it's something that you enjoy or something that you'd like to try, I'm okay with that. Honest. …Is it something you'd like to try?"

König sat quietly, wiping his eyes and thinking for a moment. “Are you sure you’d be comfortable with that?”

Now, it was your turn to stop and think. All of your past relationships had been strictly monogamous. So you’d never experienced anything beyond that. And, though the idea was definitely intriguing, there were a lot of details you needed to iron out first before you made a decision.

“Well,” you started. “It depends. If we tried this, how would the relationship work long-term? Are you just wanting to have a threesome with random people every now and then? Or are you wanting all three of us to be in the relationship together?”

“I think having three of us all the time would be good,” König said, wincing a bit as if just the proposition would earn your anger or disgust. But when you remained just as calm and open as before, he continued. “If we can find a - how did you say? - dominant? Then maybe both of us can get what we need without putting pressure on each other or being uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” you went further, stroking your chin. “Well, have you thought about what gender you’d want a potential third to be? I personally prefer being dominated by a man, but we’ve never really discussed what floats our boats in that area.”

“I’ve never had sex with a man before, of course.” He shifted on the bed, tilting his head as he thought the idea over. “But as long as they’re in charge, their gender is not important. So I’m open to that.”

"Okay,” You nodded as the pieces all came together into a solid mental picture. “Well, based on all that, I'm totally on board with this if you ever want to try it. But there's no rush, okay?"

König nodded, rolling over to give you a tight hug. "Thank you for understanding, Maus. I was so scared I'd upset you. I didn’t want to lose you over something like this."

“Hey, it's okay,” you hugged him just as tight, rubbing his back "Of course. I want you to feel safe telling me anything, okay?"

"Maus, you have my word."

The two of you sat there on the bed, hugging for a good while. You could feel his breathing finally slow back down as he relaxed in your arms. Such a massive man curled up against you. It was unexpected, but it made you feel a bit protective. He was a formidable soldier, a ruthless opponent, and a fearless foe. But after the battle was won, he was still your König at his core. König, the gentle giant. Your loving companion. An innocent soul. And you never wanted that to change.

After a moment, he giggled and pulled back.

“What?” you asked, laughing along but a bit confused.

“As I said before. I love you very much, Maus. But I think you might need a shower.”

You sniffed your armpit and made a face, laughing. “Oh God, I think you’re right.”

He took a whiff of his own shirt and continued laughing, fanning his nose. "I'm not much better myself though."

Both of you stood, not wanting the scent to seep into his bed anymore than it already had. But as you made your way to the door, you cast a mischievous look over your shoulder.

“You wanna join me? We’ll save water that way~”

After how your first night went, you knew he likely had a few more rounds in him. But this time, he showed restraint and reached for his vest.

“The offer is very tempting," he said with a smirk, slipping it back into place. "But unfortunately, I won’t have time. Ghost is leading target practice soon. And after missing EMT, I don’t want to get into any more trouble.”

“Fiiiine,” you gave in with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll see you tonight though! Then we can party our cares away!���

He leaned down, pulling you into one more prolonged kiss before heading for the door. "I look forward to it."

As König grasped the knob, he paused and lingered there a moment longer. "....Maus?"

"Yes?" You answered suggestively, convinced he had already changed his mind on your proposition. But his voice wasn't flirty. It was the tiniest bit nervous again.

"Um, don't be mad," he said timidly. "But when I get back, there's a bit more I need to tell you. Okay?"

"Really? I'm not upset, but okay!" Your perked up all over again, dying to hear whatever it was he had saved for last. Was he really going to leave you on a cliffhanger like that? Just knowing there were more juicy details had you on the edge of your seat. And from what he'd already revealed, whatever he was clammed up about had to be the juiciest bit ever! But though you were tempted to make him spill the beans, you knew he had somewhere to be. So you restrained your excitement and didn't delay him any longer.

"I'll really be looking forward to that!" You laughed. And after waving goodbye, König slipped out the door.

[hawkinasock]

Hihi! I’m back you should not have pointed me back to the ask box if I had more questions I fear I’ll never shut up

Okay onto the question. So, if I understood correctly, you mentioned that Yanqing’s death was ruled an accident(?) on fault of the emanator due to supposed Mara, but like what was the general consensus of the emanator’s claims? Like did the Xianzhou just like not believe it at all? Was it a mixed reaction? Did they just go with it? Accusing someone of even being associated with Abundance is already a heavy accusation on the Xianzhou, and I doubt “he smelled funny” would hold up in court for the Emanator-that-cried-Abomination over here (to be fair, it was right), especially for someone as beloved on the Luofu as Yanqing. Sorry I know I keep dragging this thing poor guy was just trying to do its job it just ate the wrong kid oops

Side question/musing: Random thought but I know its probably more plausable that someone gave him the shirt he’s wearing in the design but I just keep picturing his shirt just somehow surviving the digestion fully intact. Like Yanqing himself eh he’s like there buts he’s missing bits of himself (rip human legs you’ll always be famous) but his shirt doesn’t even have a hole in it Yaoshi might’ve just liked the shirt more than him at that point (deadbeat strikes again) they didn’t want a nice shirt to go to waste LMAO

Okay thank you bye <3

Long time no see, anon!

Don't worry about asking too many questions, I love getting asks, especially about my work. It tells me people are interested enough to want to know more. A lot of the times questions actually help me find and fix plot holes, so I welcome them wholeheartedly.

So, the general consensus among the Xianzhou natives was in Yanqing's defense, although there was some mixed feelings.

On one hand, this is Yanqing. He's absolutely beloved and trusted among the Luofu, so no one would want to believe he's an abomination of all things. Its also an absurd claim, considering the nature of abominations as almost always aggressive and having visual indicators of their allegiance to the Abundance. Yanqing is just... not that.

On the other hand, this is an emanator of Lan, one known for detecting abominations through smell. It's hard to believe they could possibly mistake a Xianzhou native for an abomination.

Most people are of the belief that this was a careless mistake and the emanator was in the wrong, but there's still a lingering doubt. If borisins can disguise themselves as foxians, then who's to say any abomination can't infiltrate the Luofu in the form of a human or vidyadhara too? That's what's going on through people's heads at throughout the story, and this kind of civil unrest and paranoia is exactly what Phantylia had been hoping for.

You do make a good point with his shirt. Apparently, fabric is actually really hard to digest, so it may not have been completely destroyed, but he wouldn't have regrown with it on, either. The doylist reason, however, is that I just never decided to give him a new shirt.

The watsonian reason is actually pretty simple. It's not the same shirt. It was given to him by Jing Yuan.

That's all for now. Until next time <3

[spiderrmax]

main 4 + love languages

synopsis: what i think the main four boy's love languages would be (giving + recieving) author's note: the first time i posted this i forgot the tags lmao. second try is the charm! also this is my first time writing for these guys so sorry if things r kinda ooc!

Stan Marsh

Giving: quality time + words of affirmation

Stan appreciates any time he has with you, even if it is doing school work together. He never finds the silence to be awkward, and doesn’t feel it necessary to fill the air with chatter. Sometimes you guys just sit there, scrolling on your phones, occasionally showing the other something. Stan doesn’t care; your presence is enough.

Stan would rather verbally let you know how much you mean to him, even if he stutters and stumbles around his words. If you’re wearing a new outfit, he’ll compliment it while looking down, ears red and hot. However, he also leaves compliments and notes on paper as well. If you ever let him borrow your notes, he’ll write small “thank you” and doodle hearts in the margins. Despite the awkwardness, his words are sweet.

Receiving: quality time + physical affection

Again, Stan cherishes any moment he has with you. Knowing that you enjoy that time too, and actively want to hang out with him again makes him grin like a fool. 

Stan, despite being a bit of a wreck, really enjoys physical affection. He doesn’t initiate it often, but won’t stop if you hold his hand. He blushes hard if you ever give him a kiss before leaving, especially in front of his friends. (They definitely rip on him.) Any physical affection leaves Stan giddy.

Kyle Broflovski

Giving: gift giving + quality time

Kyle tends to see you a lot in material items, due to excessively remembering your interests. He’ll see a bouquet and think about how your favorite flower is in it, or anything in your favorite color makes him think of you. A lot of his allowance goes to buying those items; although, not everything is bought. He’s definitely picked up crafting, such as cards or bracelets, because he knows that home-made is even more appreciated.

Kyle also loves spending time with you! Unlike Stan, Kyle will plan out what you two are going to do. His mood gets down if something messes up his schedule, like rain or traffic; however, you always make it better. Kyle definitely googles date ideas. He might even have a pinterest board.

Receiving: words of affirmation + acts of services

Kyle can get insecure; sometimes the guy’s words get to him. He’s okay with taking his hat off around you, knowing you won’t say anything mean, but sometimes he can’t stomach it. So, he really appreciates any compliments you give him. Even if it’s something small like, “You’re looking nice today,” or calling him pretty. Yes, he knows it’s not a traditional masculine compliment, but something about you calling him it, so casual and natural makes him happy.

Kyle also likes knowing you think about him! He really appreciates anything you do for him. Anytime he’s sick and has to miss school, you always make sure your notes are neatly written so he can copy them. (He can tell based on all the erased words on your paper.) Whenever he’s had a bad day, you’ll bring him over his favorite snacks and a movie you rented. He loves knowing you think about him.

Eric Cartmen

Giving: acts of services + physical touch

Not gonna lie, figuring out what Eric’s love language was hard. However, his main one is acts of service. If he finds out someone is being mean to you, Eric will definitely get rid of the problem. He won’t even mention it either, but you know it’s him. He does a lot for you, and he doesn’t even realize. At lunch, he’ll grab extra napkins because he knows you forget too. He’ll send you answers to homework (definitely stolen) if you’re sick. If anyone brings this up, he just says it’s because he knows you’re incapable. 

Eric also enjoys physical touch. Out of the four, he’s definitely the jealous one and that goes hand-in-hand with PDA. He has to be touching you, whether by holding your hand, or having an arm around your waist. He doesn’t give a shit if the guys rip on him either, he definitely throws shade back about them being single. He’s even more clingy in closed-doors; he’ll whine if you sit too far on the couch. He really warms up to cuddling after doing it few times,

Receiving: gift giving + words of affirmation 

Buying things for Cartmen is the easiest way to get into Eric’s heart. You bought him a Terrance and Philip doll once and it sits on his shelf. One time Stan tried to grab it and Eric yelled at him. You’ll buy snacks for any movie dates you have, and he appreciates that you can remember his favorites.

Cartman loves praise. He thrives off your compliments. Even if it’s something simple, saying something he did was cool, he will think about it the rest of the day. If it’s a bigger compliment he will brag about it. “Kyle, [your name] called me pretty and awesome. Do you have a partner? I don’t think so.” Despite being deserved, a lot of the things Cartman hears about himself are negative. Your words are a nice change of pace.

Kenny Mccormick

Giving: physical affection + words of affirmation

Kenny loves physical attention, in public or not. He’ll hold your hand and if it gets too cold will put your intertwined hands in the pocket of his parka. He has no problem kissing you in public as long you are okay with it. He’s so handsy too; he will slip his hand down your back jean pocket. Everyone knows you too are dating because Kenny is stitched to your side.

Kenny also loves complimenting you. He will meet you at your house everyday to walk you to the bus stop and the first words he says to you is a compliment about your outfit. (Even if it’s a repeat.) If you do great on a test, Kenny is there calling you smart. Of course, Kenny’s compliments do get vulgar occasionally, complimenting your butt or any other physical asset. However, despite this, it is always heartfelt.

Receiving: physical affection + gift giving

As much as Kenny loves kissing you, he loves even more knowing you enjoy it as well. He only really blushes when you initiate it; one time you kissed him before he hung out with the boys and they could just see the impact you left despite the fact his red face was hidden in his parka. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles one time when he was upset and he fell even deeper in love with you. Having you excitedly run up and hug him after you haven’t seen him in a while is one of his favorite things.

Growing up poor, Kenny has learned to appreciate the smaller things. Seeing you spend money on him, and being excited to hand him whatever you bought makes him so happy. On your first Valentine’s day together, you bought him a bouquet; he had his mother press the flowers so he could keep them in his room. It doesn’t even have to be a massive thing. You showed him a cool rock you found, it had been in the shape of a heart, and it’s still in the drawer of all the stuff you got him.

[coolmanjohnny]

SAW: (unrated) rant

Okay. I just watched the unrated version of Saw (2004) in theaters. So for some reason, they alter the ending for the unrated version of Saw. I have no idea why they chose to do this. I didn't see much discussion going over the details so I thought I'd go over it and why I think its inferior to the original cut. (Forgive me if I seem nitpick-y, I just love the original film so much haha. Totally fine if you like the unrated ver., I'm just sharing my thoughts here.)

To start, the unrated is advertised as a version with more gore/blood, which it does fine on that part. There are a few extra seconds of shots, for instance, the scene where Amanda is sifting through organs, some of the crime scene photos, and the wire trap maze is slightly longer. Here is a good article that goes over the Director's Cut with more details if you are interested. (I believe the Director's Cut is the same, if not very similar, to the unrated version? Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong.) Also, I think the colors are also less blue? I can't confirm this though. I believe there may be a few other details changed as well, but they're not super relevant. Feel free to share any ones I'm missing just for fun though.

These extra shots are fine, thumbs up emoji. My problem starts and ends with the final moments of Saw (unrated). This is Tumblr. You all know the ending to Saw and are probably obsessed with it. It's incredibly impactful and angsty. Its one of my favorite ending sequences of all time. I still think about Adam being left to die alone often. RIP.

Now, lets go over what's changed in Saw (unrated)'s ending:

Some of the final lines are cut out. (Why???)

For some reason, they cut the line where Adam asks, "Am I gonna be okay?" and Larry turns back and says, "I wouldn't lie to you." Why would they do this? I don't know. I can only speculate. Maybe they thought that it contradicted with Lawrence's character, since he is in fact a liar/adulterer? Maybe they thought it was too "hopeful"? Homophobia? (joke)

I think that it's really a shame, because it makes Larry much more likable imo. This one moment is representative of his character development in the film. There are a lot of complex emotions tied with that one line. For once, Lawrence isn't lying to Adam. He truly does want to help. At the same time, you can tell that he feels uncertain. He doesn't know if he actually will be able to make it back in time (if even at all).

Notice how he responds to Adam's question in a roundabout way. He doesn't know if Adam will be okay.

In a way, Jigsaw's trap did work. Lawrence learned empathy. LMAO. It is also makes Adam so much more tragic, any last glimmers of hope he had left get ripped away as soon as he realizes that Jigsaw isn't who he thought it was. They are both fucked. (Ignore that Saw 3D exists for a second here, lol. I definitely think that the original implication here was that Larry is screwed. Either Kramer gets to him, or he bleeds out.)

Here is the original scene for reference:

2. The end credits are changed.

Saw ends with Adam's haunting screams bleeding into the end credits. There's about 20-30 seconds of silence/very subtle music. Then, it leads into the song "Bite The Hand that Bleeds" by Fear Factory. I just LOVE the angst.

Now, lets see what the unrated version is like. (I had to really dig to find this lol.) Obviously, there is no longer licensed music. It instead plays the "Saw theme". (I believe Hello Zepp/Overture is the official name of the song?)

It's...fine. (Once again, forgive me for nitpicking. I'm starting to think that I may be overreacting a bit, lol.)

I sort of understand why they would change the licensed music. It makes the first film feel more "connected" with the sequels; now they all have matching theme songs. (Another idea is that they simply didn't get the rights back to the original song for the re-release. I'd have to do more research on this.) However, it still makes me sad, lol. I just love how edgy and aggressively 2000s the original end credits feel. It matches the film's tone so well imo. The filmography of Saw reminds me a lot of early 2000s nu-metal music videos (unique colors, over-edited to hell, etc.).

I want to really emphasize the importance of film preservation in this post. Thankfully, the original theatrical cut of Saw is pretty easily accessible. (However, this isn't the case for all films. Star Wars is probably the most famous example.) I am just a little saddened that some first-time viewers will end up watching this version of the film without being aware of these changes. I love Saw so much you guys