#this man literally says fuck clothes when it's bedtime

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Sigh…

• Die

• For whatever reason but sure🫤

• Why do we need to help Uma and Alex fix their problems? DO NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING COMMUNICATE???

• The way Daphne just let go so easily of the fact that Uma tried to make moves on Raf. She’s too nice omg girl we needa get you outta here before these people ruin you😭😭😭

• Y’all I could not go through this post without acknowledging this swimsuit it’s sooooooo good.

• Yeah ummmm Daph, even if I wanted to revenge flirt to make Bryson jealous literally none of these other people tickle my fancy in the slightest bit so that was never even in consideration.

• Get a load of this guy😂😂😂😂😂

• Oh wait never mind Travis is a part of the Willow Hate Club, he’s cool now🤩

• Yes, working out with Bryson instead of just speaking to him is gonna help the current issue…

• Aw even Raf is a #Tyson stan…well he’s also literally in love with Tanya but that’s besides the point!

• I’m crying they all fucking hate Willow girlllll get yo ass outta here💀💀💀

• Ok Raf’s advice at least makes more sense for Bryson but once again what am I getting advice for when I literally just have to talk to him??? That’s that damn cash grab shit we be talking about chile.

• No, I really don’t think you know how annoying this is babe🫤🫤🫤

• Mmmm I hardly believe that but sure I guess I’ll go with it!

• Aw they made up, how sweet😍 (They’re literally gonna fight again next week)

• Oh girl PLEASE

• The apology being her saying sorry like twice and then going on a whole tangent about why she still thinks her and Bryson are meant to be…someone give me the number to the nearest psych ward I’m not kidding.

• Finally after 2 centuries Bryson wants to talk.

• Oh we are so back yassss!

• I'm glad Bryson knows how lucky he is🥰🥰🥰

• Why I forget that we were coupled up with Vicky LMAOOOOOO sorry girl.

• It's literally the middle of the day and we're finna do a challenge...why are we getting dressed up??? Anyways outfit time!

• Fusebox I gotta hand it to y'all. 90% of the looks this season have been eating.

• Yasss bae is starting to act like a real man!

• Vicky I'm so sorry to leave you with that demon but I gotta put me first sis.

• What???????????

• Bryson don't be saying freaky shit like that to me like I won't pull them pants down right now!

• That convo on the terrace was too cuuuuuute.

• Fusebox why can your AI not spell "biased" right? This is the second time it's been spelled wrong. What the fuck is "biassed"??? Bitch nobody has two asses, how can someone be "biassed"?????

• OH END THAT RAGGEDY BITCH!!!

• Outfit time again!

• Can I just say I love all of the Y2K influences I'm seeing in a lot of the clothes this year ugggghhh they know me so well.

• They be coming up with anything😭

• Everyone trying hard to look like the perfect couple and then there's just us doing a marriage proposal with a pretzel...literally goals.

• These niggas are a literal cult I'm so dead😭😭😭

• This whole boytime bedtime sequence was so stupid and honestly I'm glad this season is bringing back just pure unserious moments like this.

• If you know me then you already KNOW what option I chose😈

• Oh boo I thought clocking his tea would get more of a reaction than that. I guess they gotta save the drama for the "big reveal" at the last recoupling🙄🙄🙄

• Oh brother...

• Yes, please end my suffering!

[thegeminisage]

much as it pains me, i only have an hour or so before bedtime so i've decided to press on to gerudo town...i want my snow boots before i try to get that memory and i KNOW they are there

omg this stable has boxes everywhere?! my buddy is here too. where to even begin

YOOOOO evil zelda has been at work here.........telling them not to go near the WELL in a DESERT?

cleaning up thi hoarder junk lol just like real life

man...it's so SAD to be their final customer :( it's sad they have to close up forever...

oh!! he wants art for the stable's final days 😭

geez, those are some tough pictures to get...i'll do my best, but not tonight lol

evil zelda saying stay away from the well is why it's shutting down!!! noooo

girl why does everyone obey her like that, like against logic...the monarchy barely means anything anymore. shes my babygirl but like if my stable was closing bc of some nonsense order i would simply violate the order

DONT TAKE ME OUT OF THE WELL I NEED THAT LOOT........

OMG yessssss FROGGY LEGGINGS!!!!!! god at LAST...only ONE MORE PIECE TO GO............

if i cleaned the well out does that mean the stable can open again 🥺

oh, when your meal pouch is full addison gives you rupees twice lol

im in the desert and i HATE. SAND. anakin skywalker was right about everything

oooh but it looks so different...the bazaar...what IS that tall thing...how do i sneak in this time lol

this poor korok will have to wait til i get my fucking sand & snow boots

oh cool you can rent a sand seal with a CARRIER now...love it

ah, i see. i guess i can take the korok after all lol. one less for later!

this sand shroud business seems SPOOKY...wild weather in real life fascinates me, and so too does wild video game weather

damn this old lady is fucking jaded. begging me not to drop dead in front of her lol

oh FUN this gerudo is teaching me like, gerudo language, and she's trying to teach me how to make the "v" sound...which i know, because english, but in japanese they don't have that i don't think. COOOOLL

lol a rito just named guy

ah, the updraft is to fly over the shroud...very good. i remember the map not working in botw and it was scary lol

but i still wonder how i get in??

just like when i did the story in the other areas i activate the shrines and leave them behind...smh. at least this time i have the excuse of "it's almost bedtime"

WHAT is this big mushroom thing with the bud in it??? looks almost like a lightroot

i've officially hit 999 brightbloom seeds lol. the game won't let me pick up anymore

oh wow the map going fuzzy is just as bad as i remember lol. it's bedtime but i just GOTTA get to town first...i think i remember an npc saying something about zombies i WANT TO SEE THE REDEADS (or do i)

okay. so.

i got. in. like by just. walking in.

saw a redead. immediately froze in terror.

it's not moving. i'm not moving. alright. alright

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I SHOT IT AND IT GOT BACK UP KILL IT WITH FIRE

killed it with fire. don't like that

GIBDO BONE..........................it is literally not a gibdo. it's not a mummy. it's a redead!!!

shit fuck this looks. so bad. hudson's poor daughter...where even IS everyone

riju's not here...but i found her diary

my friends link and zelda are in hyrule and they'll take care of it 😭

geez she is so young to be dealing with all of this...older now but still

SNOWSHOE DUDE????

oh my god he's FINALLY in........but to what avail..................

so, everyone is hiding in the wells...

wow, even the bar is fucked up......tragic

where tf are the wells?

OH i found one!!! a square well!

message in a BOTTLE!!!! JUST LIKE OOT

oh lol it's a love letter from a gerudo. girl.......you can't just put love letters in bottles...you and finley both...enough

oh i found the way in but i don't have the girl clothes :( idk how to do it!!!

BULIARA WITH THE STEEL CHAIR

omg i get the special exception rule <3 i guess thats better than the last game...?

man they arent even allowed to talk to me lol

oh, these guys don't seem to know the trick - killing them with fire lol

another heroines quest! i'll be honest i didn't really understand the first one...

omg they put a guy in JAIL for coming in here...they're serious!!

ok the last thing i wanted to do before bed, which i am late for, was get my shoes. i had to look up the location but AAAA theres two redeads in my way!!!!!!!!! literally kill with fire

i am so tense and hypervigilant walking thru this town. my eyes sweeping everywhere between steps. i am NOT gonna get jumped by one of those motherfuckers this close 2 bedtime

oh god FINALLY made it

those brightbloom seeds just paid for my desert vai armor! of course i had enough for the boots and bought them first lol

well it's more than half an hour past the bedtime i wanted

but i unblocked the door and walked out

saw a redead shambling towards me. went back in.

that's a sign. that's for future liz to deal with tomorrow. eugh

[vt-scribbles]

Y'know I know ask games are for people to, y'know, send in asks. But I don't see people often just. Fill it all out themselves. Fuck it I'll help out the shy people.

SO ASK GAME BELOW 'READMORE' LET'S GO

1. Art programs you have but don't use: MS Paint, Blender, I used to have WAY more like this one painting [like actual paint] program.

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even): Left is easiest, Right is in the middle, and forward is the hardest of those three for me.

3. What ideas come from when you were little: I was fascinated by G/T from like. 3 years old. I blame Super Mario Land 2 LMAO

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw: Handheld, perspective, monsters/creatures, and massive scale

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself: Uhhh probably about 50/50? A lot of things I draw are spoilers, shitposts, and other study art I don't bother sharing.

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it): Not that I can think of? My art doesn't get analyzed super often. I think people think I study anime more than I do.

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate: Charcoal, watercolors, sculpture, oil pastels, acrylic, copic markers

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in: Originally I was going to make an AMV with my two characters, Nonny and Felicia, to the song 'shut up and dance with me'. These two aren't active OCs anymore, and the project was WAY too ambitious for my skill level 9 years ago lmao.

9. What are your file name conventions: 1: Name of song I listened to on loop while drawing. 2: An inside joke. 3: Literal rep of what's on the canvas like 'Hema doodles Aug 2023'.

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw: Body suits, capes, scarves

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what: TONS. My fave lyrical music, videogame soundtracks, sometimes just ambiance if I'm overwhelmed. Usually tho it's the same song on loop till I get the inspired piece out of my system.

12. Easiest part of body to draw: Eyes!

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing: A lot of NSFW artists who I won't list here LMAO. I don't go to that school, but their art skills are top-notch.

14. Any favorite motifs: Mirrors, doppelgangers, leaving 1 eye absent for emotional effect, feathers/wings, falling, sinking into water, eyes, dark palettes with bright accents/light sources, glowing eyes, flowing hair, size difference/scale, fucked up version of self vs real version

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth): Starbucks, home, parks if I'm feelin spicy, anywhere I take my tablet for the day.

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing: A lot of my niche/kink stuff tends to get pretty dredge-y for me. I may be good at it, but it's not where my passion lies. That's in animation, fantasy, dramatic stuff, storytelling, etc.

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what: Water or Snapple for the drink, milk if it's bedtime so I can settle down, and then usually the snacks are just whatever my lunch is for the day since we don't have a table.

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken: Not many! Less than $100 I'd say. I'm very careful with my supplies, and I don't believe I've ever broken a tablet. The worst I've done was I busted 1 or 2 cheap tablet pens with stupidity.

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.): Definitely nature. Tree trunks and swirls therein, flowers, grass.

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy: Humans! Not that it's an 'everyone' thing, I just run in some furry circles where human artists are a rarity. Eyes, too. Some people find expressions rly hard.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways: Uhhh man damn, I don't follow a lot of art styles that aren't something I took inspo from? But I guess Wolf Walkers is my biggest one.

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any: Sooometimes I stretch, but I don't do it nearly often enough.

23. Do you use different layer modes: Yep! My most common ones are Multiply, Glow Dodge, Add, Add Glow, Overlay, Pin Light, and Color.

24. Do your references include stock images: Absolutely! Reference is important.

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by: Not much! Most of my inspirations are pretty clear-cut and strong. Avatar, SU, Disney, Dreamworks, FMA, some Warner Brothers' movies, etc.

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended: God, so, the G/T gif of mine that makes the rounds a lot? The one where VT finds someone small and it's their POV and he helps them and puts them in his shirt pocket??? Most people were completely normal about that post. But then there's one chuckle-head who was calling it pocket-vore, and I wanted to scream. I even chastised them like 'hey uh, no. That's not what this is.' and they argued back with 'well it's up to the eye of the beholder more than your opinion.' and I was like 'UH NO. I MADE THIS. MY OPINION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR WEIRD ONE???' I've also RAAARELY had people call my characters underaged when they're all well over 21, so those are always gross/wild LMAO.

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with: Sometimes! I usually do an anatomy study, brush stroke warm-ups, or just doodle something personal first.

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines): I think Multi Animator Projects [MAPS] would count here! I was part of Starclan's Chosen, Change Your Mind [Brambleclaw], Levitating, Family of Me [fallenleaves], Goosebumps Warriors MAP, Pay No Mind MEP, LA Devotee [never finished], White Rabbit, and Fear Garden! Among others :>

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically: Not much! Pretty much everything I love inspires me artistically. I guess some anime styles?

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated: Pretty much any of my animations. But I only feel that way cuz they take THE MOST dedication and work time. Also kiiiinda my writing? But a lot of people have trouble getting people to respond to literature, so.

[just-more-trolls]

Adrian × ⌘ ♣ ⦂ ♚

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using?

Classic Old Spice with a hint of engine grease and gas.

⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath?

Shower! Because a) Showers are soothing and b) ...Heeheehoo ‘,:3c

♣ Are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad?

His neckveins pop when he’s especially ragey. His veins on his hands and arms are just..visible 24/7. Not grossly so but enough to be seen.

⦂ What clothes do they sleep in?

‘,:3c ....Do you really think this man sleeps in clothes?

♚ Do they have a favorite piece of clothing?

Not really. All the wearables he was particularly attached to he burned because it was all bracelets Bawxie made him :c

[saikokirakira]

Just a Ransom Fic for now

[edit 17/09: idiot me forgot to add a plot summary. this is what happens when you thirst too much. 🤡]

summary: After being released from prison, Ransom hides away in a bar at the lesser end of town. He finds you, a pecular little thing, and wonders how much he can screw you over. Literally and figuratively.

or...

Ransom is adult-grounded and decides to cause chaos, starting with you. Luckily, you're down to fuck.

a/n: choosing to post this first because it has been collecting dust since – checks version history – march. might need feedback if the rest of my draft is worth adding parts. this is also the filthiest thing i posted (but not wrote) so far.

also... my personal author's note from february for myself was pretty funny.

[Note: The power went out while I was writing the snu-snu. It was God telling me to go do my bedtime routine, and as punishment, I am gonna have to take a fucking cold shower without the heater.]

word count: 4.9k (60 words away from 5k of pure thirst, good lawd)

warning/tags: MINORS DNI, 18+ only, Ransom 'Sweater Daddy' Drysdale (walking red flag), reader is kinda dumb, p in v sex, no mentions of y/n, dumbification, size difference/size kink, oral (both receiving/giving), mentions of drug use, alcohol, language/cursing, non-canon to the film (Harlan lives), not proofread (i'm literally dozing off while doing final checks), self-indulgent fic

When Ransom first met you, you were almost a breath of fresh air. Given that he was in prison for a couple of months, being in that seedy little bar was literally fresh air to him. He almost thought that your voice was wasted on the piss-drunk people who weren’t even paying attention.

In fact, Ransom was surprised people were even listening when they booed after you mentioned that you were taking a fifteen-minute break after your first set. You seemed to take it as a compliment when you blew a kiss to the person who booed the loudest, which Ransom figured out as a plea for one more song. You hopped off the small platform and skipped over to the bar right beside to the man who couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Enjoying the show?” you asked, your voice still holding that sweet melodic tone even when you weren’t singing.

Ransom was about to snide at your comment, until he caught himself, realising that you were asking him a genuine question about your performance. “I’ve heard better,” he said nonchalantly.

Like earlier, you didn’t take it to heart. You took the small virgin cocktail you got from the bartender, who gave Ransom a nasty look behind your back. You took a long sip before sucking on the orange wedge. “Sure, you have,” you replied, turning to the bartender and giving him a childish orange wedge smile.

Ransom narrowed his eyes before coming to the conclusion that you speak in the literal sense. Two months in prison, and he was still hyper-aware of the constant snarky and snide conversations from his family. Like he said, breath of fresh air.

“You don’t look like you’re from around these parts,” you noted, making Ransom raise a brow at you. “The clothes, the way you present yourself,” you shrugged. “Also, most of the regulars here know each other.”

“Let’s just say it’s the only bar in town where I won’t run into people who know me,” Ransom said, swallowing what’s left of his drink in one shot.

Especially those fuckers from the country club who bailed on him as soon as those cops arrested him.

You hummed in thought before going back to nursing your own drink. You didn’t look like you cared to know more or even ponder further on the mystery of his identity. Ransom liked that you minded your own business, but maybe too much. Your disinterest might not make you want to end up in his bed at the end of the night.

A man walked up to you and whispered something in your ear. You smiled and nodded before passing back your cocktail glass across the bar. “Thanks for the drink, Mel,” you said. Then you glanced to Ransom. “Back to work. Enjoy the rest of the performance, new guy.” You hopped off your stool and skipped back to the platform.

“Good luck, pal.”

Ransom turned to Mel, the elderly bartender that shot him the dirty look earlier. He immediately got on Ransom’s nerves for not being able to mind his own business and eavesdropping. “Two more beers might improve my chances then,” he ordered with a plastic smile but not an ounce of emotion behind his eyes.

Mel was not discreet in hiding his disgust as he handed Ransom two bottles. “Look, rich guy,” he began, “they’re a good kid. I can serve you all the alcohol you want, but you best find your conquest someplace else.”

This old man is really getting on his nerves. Ransom unconsciously zoned him out as his attention was pulled in by your voice. You were right how most people in the bar knew each other. You were singing a song in a foreign language that had everyone cheering and clapping along. They were entranced by you.

… and so was Ransom.

The rest of your final set went with songs that anyone else can zone out to focus on their drinks or company. At one moment, Ransom’s focus shifted to a leggy brunette that insisted he buy her two drinks. Seems like he had his company for the night sorted out.

Except that she asked too many questions.

Ransom was not unfamiliar with female company that constantly questioned him about his background. Like you said, the way he dressed, the way he presented himself, even the way he talked, displayed how high up he was in social standings. Now, it just was nothing more than an inconvenience.

With Ransom’s face plastered on every celebrity – and often, business news section for his third DUI — was it even his third? Maybe fourth? — Harlan and Linda finally cut him loose for another bad rep he caused on the family business. Well, maybe as loose as they can take without the press making more of an issue out of it. He served his couple of months since none of his shit family would pay his bail, and he didn’t even have enough on his account because Harlan insisted that Ransom pay the fines and his car repairs by himself.

To make things worse, Ransom had to earn his allowance again by working as Harlan’s research assistant for a few months. Like some fucking child. Which meant he has to stay in town and couldn’t go back to Boston.

Now, he was sitting in a seedy bar to avoid people who know him and still expected to hang around his family until his goddamn parole ended. His self-seething boiled an angry burn in the pit of his stomach, so he began ordering in the shots. If he gets another DUI, so be it. By his fifth shot, the brunette was getting upset at the lack of attention that she turned her attention to the gentleman across the bar.

Ransom didn’t care one bit.

“I know I’m no professional, but you don’t need to get wasted after hearing me sing, dude.”

Ransom turned to the source of melodic giggles and saw you back in the stool you occupied an hour ago. Wait. Did she – or they, whatever that old fart said – just call me dude?

“Definitely not interested in me,” Ransom unconsciously muttered to himself out loud before clearing his last shot glass.

“On the contrary, I find you very interesting,” you chimed, nursing another orange-y mocktail. “I don’t get new faces among my audience, and you look like you know how to have a good time.”

Ransom raised his brow, his interest now spiked. Reads people well, but shit at judging character. He took a glance at Mel, who was busy making drinks for a group of people across the bar. Eat shit, Mel. He smirked as he leaned forward to you. “Are you open to all kinds of fun?”

You tilted your head to the side, looking charming as ever. “What kind of fun are we talking about specifically?”

If Ransom wasn’t the asshole he was, he would be scared over how this person managed to be so openly trusting with that innocent aura they carried. It was almost as if they were hiding something. Then again, so was he.

~

Maybe Ransom wasn’t going to get another DUI after all. All he needed was a “your place or mine” question, and she – they, damn it – offered to drive at their apartment, mentioning that they had somewhere to be in the morning. By the time they got to their place, he was almost surprised at how the building looked.

It wasn’t a place Ransom would choose to live, but it was definitely around the upper middle-class area of the town, which was something that a bar singer could never afford. Definitely hiding something, he mused. At least he wasn’t going to regret not insisting they go to his place.

“Let’s go? Or are you too drunk? I can drive you home and call a cab from there,” you offered, worry flashing in those innocent eyes.

Ransom scoffed. He was never too drunk for sex. He was never too drunk to drive himself home either. To prove his own point, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a searing hot kiss, not caring that the gear lever was probably digging into your abdomen somewhere.

You smiled against Ransom’s lips before pulling away, tasting a mix of alcohol on your lips. You rubbed at your waist, where the lever lodged itself while Ransom took your breath away, and said, “Okay, dude, you proved your point.” After a pause, you snickered, “Well, not really.”

Ransom rolled his eyes. “Jesus, call me Ransom, enough with ‘dude,’” he said, getting off his Beamer.

You did the same and locked the doors before tossing the keys over to Ransom. His inebriated state had him fumbling over them in his fingers but catching them ultimately. You giggled at the sight, which Ransom thought sounded almost like tinkling bells as he followed you up the steps to the building entrance.

Once both of you were shut inside the elevator, Ransom caged you into a corner and bent down to capture your lips. He didn’t acknowledge how tiny you were in stature until now. The top of your head barely reached his shoulder that, after a while, Ransom decided to lift you by the waist and hook your legs around his waist.

Everything your legs felt was pure hard muscle, all concealed by his thick cable-knit sweater. You didn’t even expect how tiny his waist was until he kept your thighs firmly around it. With your thighs secured, Ransom’s hands slithered up your skirt, grabbing a good handful of your ass that had you whimpering against his lips.

You opened your eyes and glanced at the elevator screen. One floor left. You pecked Ransom’s lips one more time before hopping off the open elevator. At the end of the hall, you grabbed your keys from your purse and unlocked your apartment with Ransom following behind you.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Ransom was on you like a starved man. He lifted you on his shoulder, making you screech and giggle uncontrollably, something that only made the heat in Ransom’s belly bubble further. “Bedroom?” he grunted.

“Open door on the left,” you said, your hands sneaking up his thighs. “Wow,” was all you can muster when you stuffed your hands in the back pocket of his pants. Even his ass was pure muscle.

Without any form of gentleness or grace, Ransom dumped you on the bed and began stripping off his clothes, which prompted you to do the same. However, once you got to your stockings, Ransom wagged a finger at you to stop. As you looked at him in question, he finished pulling off his pants, leaving him in his tented boxers.

Clad with only your bra and stockings with your skirt bunched up by your ribcage, you whistled at the sight of Ransom’s sculpted body. “Can I just...?” you trailed off before reaching up to touch his pec, then his broad shoulder before feeling down the very biceps that flexed under his sweater when he manhandled you. “Dude, you’re crazy ripped.”

Ransom flashed you an unamused look from the name before pushing you on your back to the mattress. Your surprised gasp was music to his ears. The second one when he ripped your stockings right at the middle was far sweeter than the first.

“Ransom!” you finally cried out, pouting at your abused clothing.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be crying out my name for better reasons in just a second,” Ransom teased, unhooking your bra with experienced ease before tossing it to the side. He leaned back to admire what he was about to ruin and was pleased to see how you were already so worked up by him simply undressing you.

“I’m mostly crying for my stockings though.”

Ignoring you, Ransom grabbed the thin strip of your thong and dragged it to the side, exposing your slick folds to him. “All this for me? We barely even started yet,” he chuckled, running the pad of his index finger along your slit.

Your hips jumped off the mattress, and you let out a needy moan. Jesus, they should sing those moans at the bar instead, Ransom thought. More...

“Take them off,” you gasped, pulling at the elastic of your stockings. “Ransom, take them off.”

“No.” Ransom slapped your thigh as a warning. “You behave and keep these on. Maybe I’ll reward you if you stay good and keep calling me by my name.”

“Ransom,” you moaned, pushing your hips up as a means to find some sort of friction. “Ransom...”

“So needy, so obedient,” Ransom hummed, finally slipping a finger into your warmth. He appreciated how you eagerly took him in and was ready for more. His biceps were already stinging from your nails digging down as you begged for more.

Yet throughout all that desperation, those eyes looked up at Ransom with the same innocence out on the stage. It filled him with an overwhelming urge to just ruin you but also keep that innocence just for him. Only him.

And he has the entire night taking it all.

Ransom pulled you to the edge of your bed then dangled your legs over his massive shoulders. He heard your breath hitch at the first contact of his lips on the exposed skin of your inner thigh. His amusement extended when you whined out his name again as your hips strained against the firm grip he had on them.

A pinch on your thigh had you yelp when Ransom gave you another warning of behaving. Clenching your toes and fisting your sheets, you relaxed and spread your legs wider, but not before shooting him an impatient glare. That look resulted to a full bite on the opposite thigh, making you cry out.

“Please,” you moaned, panting in anticipation. “I’ve been good so far.” At this stage, you couldn’t even rub your legs together with Ransom settled between them. Your pleasure and relief all relied on him giving you what you needed.

Ransom seemed to take so much pleasure seeing you at his mercy, squirming and crying out for him. He flattened the pad of his tongue and licked a rough trail on your pulsing nub.

“Holy shit,” you hissed, wanting to run your hands all over his hair but chose to dig your nails into the mattress. You didn’t want to seem forward or too personal with the gesture. You were also pretty sure that he took his time styling it. He looks real pretty.

Annoyed that your mind was drifting someplace else, Ransom worked his mouth with an unrelenting pace that had you coming back and moaning without any regard of your neighbours. The walls weren’t paper thin at all, but the volume of the noises Ransom was pulling out of your lips from every suck and lick wasn’t something to underestimate. Heaven forbid you would start screaming by the end of the night, and damn, you were that close when he added his fingers to the mix.

You were quickly losing your breath from the overwhelming pleasure that was running through your veins. Your hyper-fixation on Ransom’s mouth working his magic didn’t even make you notice that your fingers had been pulling at his scalp, just as you wanted earlier. With his own hands busy, you managed to sit up and curl down over his head, scrambling for some sense of control, but Ransom wouldn’t have it.

“Ransom,” you gasped, feeling the coil tighten in your belly.

Ransom pulled his mouth away from your pearl and replaced it with his thumb, wanting to look at your face as you fell apart. Your hair, cropped short, was sticking to all sorts of direction. Seeing your head titled back and eyes squeezed shut, he usually didn’t care, but this time, he wanted to see this girl — fuck, person, whatever — come by his hand.

“No! Why?” you cried out, sitting up and whining as he abruptly stopped altogether. You growled, the adorable sound reminding Ransom of Harlan’s dogs when they were puppies, before they became total nightmares whenever he stopped by. He thought it was cute how you growled and thought you actually had a chance as you struggled by moving your hips with his fingers still inside you.

“That’s right,” Ransom smirked, curling his fingers inside your warmth, causing you to shudder but not enough to come. “Keep your eyes on me, pixie.”

In the midst of your lust-filled haze, you managed to raise a brow at the odd nickname. You heard babe, baby, doll, even the occasional love, but this one... you liked. You allowed it with a bite of your lip as his thumb roughly rubbed at your clit, your eyes fluttering shut again.

“Now, are you gonna be a good g– be good for me?” Ransom caught himself, and he almost hated himself for caring so much about how you identified yourself. I just don’t want to put them out of the mood now that I’m knuckles deep in their pussy, he reasoned with himself.

“Why are you being mean? I’ve been good for you the entire time,” you cried out, falling back on the bed. You could feel your orgasm slipping further and further away, frustration taking its place. You closed your thighs in a desperate attempt to move Ransom’s hand by your control.

“Hmm, let’s see,” Ransom drawled, moving his fingers at an impossibly slow pace from the confined space you created for yourself. “I gave you orders to look at me—”

“I’m looking at you now!”

Ransom glared at you before moving his index finger to pinch at your swollen nub, squeezing a surprised squeal out of you. “Forgetting your manners, pixie,” he spat out.

You opened your mouth, readying for a retort, when the haughty look on Ransom’s face made you rethink on pulling a bratty one on him. With a pout, you spread your legs and sat up, your hands gripping at Ransom’s shoulders. “I need it Ransom, please,” you sweetly begged, your tongue darting out to run against the smirk on his lips.

It must have worked because Ransom lightly pushed you back on the bed and began pumping his fingers at a satisfying pace but still controlled as a warning to keep you aware of him. This time, he also kept his free hand on your knee to keep your legs open. With the pressure building back in your core, you were almost in tears to have Ransom get you there faster. Your head began to turn into mush as you babbled out a mix of his name and pleases.

“Ransom, I’m close,” you panted, your half-lidded eyes struggling to stay open.

Aside from the flush on his neck and chest, Ransom kept his arrogant, self-assured air around him, revelling at the mess that you were right now. “Go on,” he smirked, letting go of your knee to run a trail up your torso. His hand ended up at your neck, and Ransom swore you felt your walls clench on his fingers from the slight pressure on your throat.

Next time, Ransom thought, biting his lips at the thought of an actual next time. When his hand moved down to your breast instead, you almost looked disappointed, but Ransom didn’t let you linger as he curled his fingers just at the right spot, which was all it took for you to fall apart. Ransom leaned over you to catch a perfect view as you cried out through your orgasm, grinding helplessly against his hand.

When your cries died down to tired moans and hums, Ransom slipped his fingers out, causing you to shiver. If you weren’t as flushed and breathless as you were, the embarrassment would definitely show on your face as Ransom held out his hand, wet with your slick and come. Even his signet ring on his pinky now had different kind of shine to it.

“What a mess, Pixie,” Ransom tutted. “You’re too fucked out from just my fingers.” When he began lowering back down your thighs, he hushed your protests, moaning about your sensitivity. “Shh, let me clean you up.”

Ransom managed to drag a smaller yet still thigh-quivering orgasm out of you with his tongue before he finally stripped you off all clothing. He pulled your thighs off his shoulders and climbed back up the bed after a small stop to retrieve a packet from his pants. With a firm grip on your waist, he lifted you onto his lap as he laid back against your headboard, wordlessly telling you what to do.

With your wobbly limbs, you hooked your arms around his neck and captured those soft lips, tasting remnants of yourself on his tongue. Sounds of wet kisses and the crinkling of a foil wrapper filled the room for a good minute before Ransom tapped your bottom as a signal. Reluctantly pulling away from his lips, you raised your hips to position his cockhead at your entrance before slowly sinking down. Despite coming twice, you still felt the burning intrusion of the fat head pushing through.

Ransom took great amusement at the sight of you trying your best to take him in. As small as you were, you managed to take more than half of him before your thighs began shaking. You could definitely take more of him, but damn if he wasn’t starting to feel like coming then and there.

“Tsk, do you need my help? Still?” Ransom asked. “Did you become a useless dumb baby from coming twice?” He tutted as he pulled your face to his, biting at your bottom lip that settled into a pout from his condescending tone.

“Your fi-fingers please,” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulder.

Though he would’ve liked to keep you on your toes a little while more, Ransom started to feel the pressure building as well. With a twinge of impatience, which has always been one of his defining qualities, he reached in between you to give you what you needed. Taking him in another inch deep in your tight walls, he finally let out a groan, which turned into a hiss when your walls clenched on him again.

“You like hearing how good you make me feel?” Ransom’s voice was rough and raspy against your ear. “You’re doing so well, Pixie. Just a little bit more.”

You shivered at Ransom’s hot heavy breathing against your ear, combining with the slow circles he was rubbing on your swollen pearl. You did want to take more, but damn, you felt so full that you swore that you can feel every vein lining his dick against your walls. The very thought made you clamp around him again, making you shudder at his breathy moan. You wanted to hear more, just as he pried moan after moan from you earlier.

Now on a mission, you steadied your knees, gripping his broad shoulders for support as you rose up until only the tip of his cock was left inside you. Arrogantly, Ransom remained seated back, both amused and turned on over how committed you were to take all of him in. Not many of his conquests were that bold to take all of him if they didn’t do so in one go. Maybe the truly kinky ones, he mused.

You carefully looked down, and Ransom, definitely knowing what he was doing, pulled his hand away from your clit, to give you an open view of you and him connected. Even though your hole was plugged by Ransom’s cock, it didn’t stop you from leaking down his shaft. You whimpered at the sight, squirming in your place until Ransom grabbed a good handful of your ass, squeezing tight.

“Don’t you dare lose me from that sweet cunt, Pixie. Or else.”

You shuddered at the thought. Would he grab your neck again? Put you over his knee? All terribly bad yet so good ideas, but you focused on the task at hand instead. You hooked your hands around the back of Ransom’s neck, keeping his gaze level to yours. Then… you sank down to his full length.

Holy shitballs. The pleasure that washed over his face and that delicious long groan was enough to make you come. And you did.

“Fuck,” Ransom panted, feeling you pulse around him. He so desperately wanted to follow you over the edge, but this was his first pussy since he got out. He was not ending this night that quickly, not with an unusual find like you. “That’s it,” he grunted, grabbing your hips to pull you underneath him on the mattress. Without giving you a moment to catch your breath, Ransom did not even hesitate to start pounding into your abused hole.

“Wait,” you gasped, feeling the line between pain and pleasure blur. “Ransom, wait!”

Ransom grunted, annoyed but slowed down regardless. “Hurts?”

You shook your head, yet not being able to help your hips jerking up to meet his thrusts. “’m sensitive,” you squeaked.

Ransom let out a noise between a scoff and a chuckle before going back to his unforgiving pace. “You will give me one more,” he declared. “You’ll be good for me, right?”

Not trusting yourself to speak, you nodded frantically.

“What was that? Use your words, Pixie,” Ransom said, his hand reaching down to place a warning thumb on your clit. Still, his pace caused his finger to move and stroke at the bundle of nerves, sending electricity down to your toes.

You cried and tried to pull his hand away. “No more,” you begged. “Can’t. No more.”

He easily moved your hand away and shoved it back to your side. “One more, one more,” Ransom panted, his release quickly approaching. “Fuck, you feel so good.” His rhythm was starting to falter as he chased his peak while you were reduced into a mess of babbles and cries.

“Your pussy is fucking choking me,” Ransom growled. “You’re going to make me come. Yeah? Are you gonna let me come on that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Ransom!” you babbled almost noncoherently.

“Fuck!” Ransom shouted as you squirted around him, the wetness spraying on his thighs. He quickly pulled out and crawled up to you, ripping off the condom and tossing it to the side. He tapped the head of his cock against your waiting tongue.

Your eyes locked into Ransom’s towering figure as he knelt over the side of your head, roughly stroking himself to finish. Then there it was. The man’s O-face was so deliciously sinful that your core traitorously throbbed just from the sight of it.

Spray after spray of his come filled your mouth. Ransom carefully held the back of your head but not pulling you deep enough to reach the back of your throat, and you knew exactly why. When Ransom started to calm down, you pulled away but not before giving his tip one last suckle to catch the remaining drops.

You leaned up on your elbows, not trusting your legs to sit down. You looked up at Ransom who was staring down at you, panting and eyes dark. You flashed him a close-lipped smile before sticking out your tongue, showing him most of his spend, thick and heavy. You giggled when you swirled your tongue around your lips, dribbling all over your chin.

Ransom’s cock twitched at the sight, making him growl at you in warning. As much as he wanted to keep you up until it was bright outside, he was starting to feel the downside effects of all the alcohol he consumed at the base of his skull. Maybe if he had a bump he could definitely go on, but the drugs he carried that night was confiscated when he got arrested.

Instead, Ransom cupped your jaw, tilting your head higher. His thumb scooped back his come and pushed it back into your mouth. He then pressed his thumb against your lips, keeping them shut. Much to his approval, he saw the slight movement of your throat. Not a quitter, he mused.

“Did I do good?” you looked up at him hopefully.

Ransom smirked. “You were a very good g— you were good, Pixie,” he said, dropping down on the bed beside you to catch his breath.

You giggled. “I don’t know what Mel told you, but you can still call me girl, you know. I don’t mind either way.”

Ransom scoffed, caught red-handed. “I didn’t want to assume.”

“Nice to know you actually care, dude,” you said, finally deciding to sit up. You absolutely needed to go use the bathroom now. Maybe brush your teeth.

Swinging your legs at the edge of the bed to test them, you carefully stood up and made your way into the bathroom, aware of Ransom’s eyes on your backside. Once inside the bathroom, you grabbed your toothbrush, loaded it with toothpaste, then took a seat on the toilet. After relieving yourself, you finished brushing your teeth before going back to your bedroom.

Much to your surprise, Ransom was still on your bed, now passed out. Even though he seemed to be the type to leave right after a hook-up, you figured all that alcohol he had at Mel’s finally caught up to him. You didn’t mind. It wasn’t the first time a one-night stand actually stayed the night on your bed.

Though you may have underestimated his size because your double-sized bed made it seem like a single from all the space he took.

[4dtk]

pairing: gojo x reader

a/n: gojo with your child! under read more bc it’s loooong! hints of manga spoilers, but nothing big. nothing but fluff with a sprinkle of angst if you squint <3

literally the gentlest guy ever, that man who ruthlessly owned jogo in episode 7? gone.

he wouldn’t mind a boy or a girl, he would love them nevertheless. i’ll use a girl in the hcs tho lol

cries when he holds the baby for the first time, just taking in the little tufts of white hair that’s barely visible, and when the baby opens his eyes you have to support gojo’s arms from under because you’re so afraid of him dropping your newborn

it’s bc he saw the blue eyes that match his and it’s so similar to his yet different, sure to have a bit of yours bc it’s duller than his.

but he loves it all the same

i don’t know how genes work i can only hope that is correct

you name her tsukiko, gojo tsukiko, a child of the moon since you gave birth in the night with a full moon in the sky

gojo is 24/7 in the baby’s room, playing with the overhead toys you got for the infant, talking to her and babbling god knows what in response. it’s cute but you’d have to pry him from the room multiple times because he was so attached

adamant about sleeping there sometimes, just so he can be close to tsukiko, asks if he can move the cot to the master bedroom. you agree until you find out that gojo’s crazy ass blue eyes scares the baby LMAO

poor baby was so hurt over it and pouted even more when tsukiko immediately relaxes in your arms

he’ll come around it

i can definitely see him being so anxious in the car too, looking back at the baby car seat and always getting honked at by other people bc he’s going so fucking slow

he’s terrified okay

gojo drives in sudden, unplanned stops too, and keeps below 50kmph at all times (sorry america u have to do the conversion yourself), another reason why you’re always late to events (gojo clan meetings, baby shower, hospital appointments)

one cute thing gojo does is bring her outside to the balcony (when she’s warmed up to his glow in the dark eyes) and then bounce her on his hip, singing songs and playing with her facial features (booping her nose, squishing her cheeks, kissing her non-existent head of hair repeatedly) and relishes in her childish, bubbly laughter.

gojo’s heart can’t take it!

when he eventually gets tired, he’ll nod towards the moon and say “that moon was in the sky when you were born, you know? tsukiko is a moon child! she’s my moon child.” and absolutely smothers her with kisses and blows raspberries into her skin

gojo’s balcony time with tsukiko is honestly your favourite, you get to see it first-hand as you clean up the house for the night, etc., and it breaks your heart sometimes when you have to interrupt them for bedtime

helps out around the house a lot, even during your pregnancy, he’s always doting on you. hanging the clothes, making the food (it tasted rancid so you did most of the meals), cleaning the house, etc.

it’s cute how the strongest sorcerer has to call you to ask what kind of diapers you need to buy bc there’s just so many brands and versions at the store

you had to convince gojo that no, babies cannot eat solid food, and no, it is not an invitation for him to give her sweets to suck on, as small as they are

he’s trying guys, don’t worry

shamelessly wears the baby carrier outside, he loves the attention he gets tbh and you just have to roll your eyes at times. otherwise, he doesn’t like to use a pram (doesn’t trust it) and would rather have tsukiko in his arms (you don’t trust his arms)

gojo doesn’t... want to introduce her to the students and his colleagues just yet. he wants to keep her with him for the first few months, just in the comfort of his penthouse

wants the best for tsukiko, best cot, best room, that you even proposed eating just bread for the week bc he was spending so MUCH

god knows how much money he has, and i’m def exaggerating but, someone has to be the sensible one in this relationship, but you can’t bring yourself to reprimand him and his use of money when you see your baby dripped out and giggling in her cot

one more thing, if gojo has the time (he. will. make. time.) he’ll handmake her toys, fun things to play with, her room was probably 70% done by him, decorations, painted walls and all. he passed on the cot because he thought of the time when he assembled an IKEA cabinet with you and did so bad that you had to console him... no no, never again

in tsukiko’s toddler form, gojo exerts so much energy to entertain her, tbh, but it’s cute. letting her ride on his back around the spacious living room, making up dances to her favourite shows, playing old games like catch and hopscotch, whatever she wants

she’s a daddy’s girl if you’re being honest, but she loves mama too!

tsukiko loves curling up to you in bed, she always picks out items in stores that matches your technique (pocket watches, pendulums), always thinking about gifting you flowers when she’s out with gojo.

gojo wants tsukiko to have the best childhood she can ever have but doesn’t miss out on teaching her the basics like consent, please and thank yous, politeness

the sorcerer would probably buy her a tablet secretly and then come home to you demanding that you’re going to limit her time on it because it’s not healthy!!!! and then he’ll just give the excuse that her puppy eyes were too good to reject lol

the two of you decide to introduce her to the students and shoko, nanami, etc., at this age. tengen’s barrier is safer than the incident-we-do-not-name (toji’s whole arc lol) along with how much fun she seems to be having with the first and second years. even shoko tries not to smoke when she’s around the kid

now, tsukiko developed her technique around five and is similar to gojo’s, obviously inheriting infinity (thank god, gojo didn’t want her to go through head-splitting headaches like he did and because gojo already knows how to control it, tsukiko doesn’t have to learn it back like he did. it’s like a free gift lol)

and he’s also glad that she’s able to guard herself with infinity, already now, it might only be the default version (the sorcerer might need to find out if she knows what endangers her and what doesn’t!)

it’s so fitting, in a way, because your technique involves time and the ability to manipulate matter, it combines with gojo’s technique to make your kid literally invincible. why fitting? because with all the matter she could choose, your little gal takes advantage of your time technique and harnesses matter from OTHER PLANETS?

crazy! but yeah, you discover pretty early that tsukiko is able to travel to planets all over the galaxy, with the help of infinity, and your time technique to bring matter into earth’s atmosphere. to her hands of course, if not, everyone will die.

extra: one night you ask why gojo has never tried travelling into space before and says that the pressure there is too strong (he tried once when he was young, never again), coming to the conclusion that tsukiko only has a split second to think while she’s up there while also extracting planets’ elements for a battle in offence mode.

it deepens the fear that gojo has, that the clan will use her as a pawn, to implement a burden on her when gojo finally dies or something that he swore to never bring her into the jujutsu world. he’d introduce her a little but only because he wants his daughter to fend for herself and nothing else

no overbearing conventionalists, no missions, nothing.

gojo doesn’t wish for something like this to be put on her, since he’s experienced it before, but he is down to teach her whatever he knows

it was pretty funny how it played out at first: you were watching a movie, distracted by gojo’s touches and teasing comments while tsukiko plays below on the floor

you find her missing later, letting out a yelp as she warps back to your home in front of the television with arms filled with many colourful rocks and she then starts rambling about the solar system and nebulas and everything and the both of you are just stunned

“tsuki, you went to space??!!! i’m so proud of you!” and you have to smack him for encouraging such dangerous behaviour LMFAO but instantly your heart melts when she passes the both of you moon rocks with a cute little, “look! it’s a moon, one for dada, one for mama, and one for me!”

(she’s so cute 😭)

i would to love more into depth with tsukiko’s technique but we’ll focus on gojo + baby rn

meetings with the gojo clan (assuming gojo isn’t the only one)... can be stressful sometimes, it’s difficult to convince them to keep tsukiko in the dark about how powerful her father actually is and how she might need to take his place later on

he hates it, how everyone is so fixated on power, but it is selfish if there’s so much power in one kid, right? because she could actually help the future of humans and their respective cursed energy from harmful curses like pseudo-geto, mahito, etc.

gojo is torn on it, because he doesn’t want tsukiko to bear the burdens of others and yet his humanity begs him to think of how many lives can be saved

nothing is said tbh, still torn on it even after returning home with the girl in hand and tsukiko asks gojo, “what’s wrong dada? do you need rainbow sprinkles and ice cream like you always do for tsukiko?”

and there’s just that little cute pout she has on her face and gojo crouches down to meet her height, reassuring her that daddy’s alright and she needn’t worry.

“okay, remember if dada has any fears, you call tsukiko! maybe i could even use jupiter’s oceans to drown them!” and gojo just has to go in for a hug while you watch from beside them. it was an important moment for the both of them and you rather not say anything, but tsukiko’s voice snaps you out of it, “and you too mama! i’ll do anything! i want to see dada and mama happy, and today you weren’t that happy...”

you reply with an equally animated answer, but your heart warms at how selfless tsukiko already seems to be, the little girl getting tired within seconds

“how does she know the planet’s names already? did you give her access to the internet or something?” you ask that night in bed after tucking her in, in her adjoined room (bc gojo can’t bear to have her far away), while the other’s arms are around you

“i might’ve taught her a bit about her powers. i don’t want her to accidentally hurt someone,” he says sympathetically, knowing how he was the one to be hesitant about cursed techniques and jujutsu, “we need our baby to be strong enough to defend herself, right?”

sighing, you curl more into gojo’s arms, “i know, but i’m just afraid for her. what if the higher-ups never get off our asses?”

“i’ll kill them. it’s... unorthodox but—”

“satoru, as much as i find that hot, we’ll probably be charged with murder.”

and the other has to audacity to laugh, peppering kisses all over your face, “as long as tsukiko is safe, i’m doing whatever it takes.”

and with a gasp, you can feel her snake her way into your embrace, too distracted by the conversation to even know she came in.

“nighty night, dada. nighty night, mama! tsukiko’s going to sleep with you tonight.” you exchange a smile with gojo, who cuddles the both of you closer for a good night’s sleep before you’re the victim of a long kiss, grinning into his lips as your mind goes to places of the three of you on outings, seeing tsukiko grow up, witnessing her growth in technique.

but for now, she’d remain your little girl.

reblogs are appreciated <3

[sashi-ya]

Hellooo!! Congrats for your 200 followers! I was wondering if you could do Corazon x fem with prompts #11 and #17?. I hope it’s ok with you! I love your bloggg!! Thank you in advance!! 💘

Hi!! OMG, Rosinante is like my most beloved husbando of all, I love him SO SO SO much T-T. And the kinks you chose are PERFECT for him!. It has fluff at the end, so I hope u enjoy!! ♥. Thanks so much for your request! 💖 ~

NSFW 🚫 ~ Donquixote Rosinante x F! Reader ~ Rape PLAY.

Kinks:

🌶 #11: Rape play - PREVIOUS MUTUAL CONSENT 🌶 #17: Rough sex

TW: NSFW. Rape play. Forced sex. Violent actions. Using devil fruit powers. It is a PLAY, both characters have given their consent previously. Yet, 🚫If you are not comfortable with this type of kinks and situations please DNI. Thanks ♥ 🚫

AU: Spider miles, before Law and Rosi went away in order to cure Law's disease. It has SPOILERS from Dressrosa Arc.

A/N: This has been my ultimate headcanon since I met Corasan back then when Dressrosa arc was out, so, consider this like a possible little one shot from a multichap fic I might or might not be writing ;).

I know it is a sensitive topic, so, If you feel bad or so reading it, please contact me, I'm not a professional in mental health but if you need to talk I'm here for you! ♥ ~

I was asked to put down this fic, unfortunately I can't make it private because TUMBLR won't allow it to. And I'm not gonna literally eliminate it because I have been asked in the worst ways possible, and IT IS A REQUEST. Plus there is enough warnings for you not to proceed reading them. So the most I can do is putting the content FULLY hidden under the cut.

Sitting on your usual spot, you hear Doflamingo babble about plans and who knows what for tomorrow. You and the whole “Donquixote Family” are set sailing tomorrow morning, so you only wish you could go to sleep in order not to look like a zombie the next morning… but they keep talking and talking... “Lord, shut the fuck up, Doffy”, you wish you could say to the bleached “master”.

You are fighting against your closing eyelids, when a loud noise is heard from the entrance, waking you up, leaving your heart beating fast. There are two possibilities, either Baby 5, Buffalo, baby Dellinger and Law are doing kid’s (terrible) stuff or -the most probable cause - Corazón.

Next to you lies over the floor a tall blond man completely soaked in tea. He had with him a cup of tea that now rests over his head. You are amazed by how clumsy he can be every time, yet you like him way more than his annoying brother.

“Corazón, bro… again?” asks Doflamingo while the clumsy blond with clown’s make up tries to stand up. You lend a hand to help him stand, and he flashes the most beautiful smile of the whole world. You try to suppress a giggle and smile kindly back at him. He soon leaves the meeting room, probably to change his clothes as he was wet with hot tea.

The meeting is over, and you call all the children to sleep. “Come on little brats, sleep time!”, you shout but they are still doing who knows what over the coast, so you decide to go and bring them inside. Especially that little creepy brat, Law, that should take his meds before bed.

The sea breeze hits your face, and the wind plays with some strands. You shout once again because the waves don’t let the kids hear you. “Oi, come on babies! Bedtime!!”.

Baby 5 comes running holding Dellinger, and behind her Buffalo and Law, who seems a little agitated about running over the sand. “Law, are you ok?”, you ask him. “Yes”, he answers with a subtle smile and walks away with the other children. “Poor thing, my little baby…”, you think and begin to walk back behind the kids.

Whenever you are about to enter the DDF quarters, you are snatched by your arm violently. “The fuck…?”, you shout, but instantly a big hand covers your mouth and pulls you to the side of the building. You try to scream, but you can’t. You try to escape, but you can’t… A big man is pinning you against metallic walls, it is dark, and the subtle moonlight is the only source of light. And even so, it’s not enough.

A tongue travels your neck, leaving it to shine from the saliva. Teeth biting the shell of your ears. A hand holding your wrists over your back. Muffled callings from help want to escape your mouth, but that huge hand won't allow them. You try to kick the abuser, but it’s impossible, he doubles you in height and strength.

“Shut up…”, a voice in your ear whispers, while you get pushed even more against the walls. You stop whining for a second, so the stranger takes his hand off your mouth, and squeezes your breasts.

He tears your blouse off, and you start screaming once again. This time, your abuser won't use his hands to shut you up, but instead you hear “Silento” and a finger snapping sound. Suddenly the sound of the waves crushing on the shore has stopped, the wind is no longer buzzing in your ears, everything is in silence.

“Corazón?” ...

“Scream as much as you want, no one is going to hear you”, he whispers, and places a kiss over your cheek. “Stop, let me go”, you beg.

“Not until I had fun with you, babe”.

Blonde locks and a maroon cloth heart fall over and tickle your shoulders. His huge fingers squeeze your cheeks turning your head to the side, where his lips meet your pouting mouth. “Mhh…” you whine painfully as he kisses, and licks your lips, letting the side of your mouth wet and with red lipstick stains smudge all over.

“Spread your legs for me”, he says, laughing devilishly and separating your legs with his right knee. He takes your hands up above your head, still holding them by the wrists. The feeling of a big member rubbing against your ass, pressing you, almost as if the clothes were inexistent somehow lit a little spark inside of you. Yet, tears running from the corners of your eyes, says otherwise.

“This little skirt you chose to wear today helps me out, amazingly”, he says as he slides his whole hand under the short black cloth that covers your butt. “Damn, you are so wet”, he tells you while dampening his fingers with your arousal. Fingers inside you with a beckoning motion that hits exactly where you like the most.

“Stop, stop, let me go!!”, you shout once again. Corazon pulls your head back by your hair and tells you “I’ve already told you; I will let you go once I get what I want from you. Now, stay still, I want to feel that little cunt”.

You hear his zipper go down, and you know exactly what that means. “NO, NO!” you shout once again. “Stay still”, he tells you once again, hitting your cheek against the wall, brutally.

The tip of his hard wet dick rubs over your entrance, menacing, threatening with an inevitable penetration. “Don’t….”, you try to beg him to stop once again, but it’s just too late. His length, -pretty big for you- stretches your walls as violently pounds into you. An aching moan leaves your mouth, and your hips unwillingly press themself onto Rosinante’s dick.

He fucks you mercilessly, hard, pounding aggressively and roughly into you. Your sex dripping wet, aroused, over the clouds. For some instants you tend to forget about this being forced onto you, and you simply let your body enjoy every little sensation of his hard member into you. Corazón bites your shoulder as he keeps fucking you, more and more, leaving you lipsticks stains even over your skin.

Suddenly he pulls off, you whine as your walls relax. But this is not over, because he turns you around and places a vicious lustful kiss. still holding you by your wrists. “Hold on”, he tells you, and takes off his gigantic feather coat, tossing it into the sand.

You are a mess, but you want more. Your legs tremble, you are sweating, your hair everywhere. “Come here”, he tells you and grabbing you by your waist pushes you to the ground over the coat.

You lie there, and even if you have the chance to escape, you just wait for his next move. Rosinante takes off his white jeans, almost tripping on himself. You giggle at the image, so he looks at you with a deep brownish piercing gaze, and you simply shut up. The blue makeup under his right eye is fully smudged like his red lipstick, the maroon hat has fallen aside on the sand, and his abundant blond hair is completely dishevelled. “What a man”, you think to yourself.

He quickly pounces over you, tripping one more time. He crushes your whole body, but you don’t mind, you love to feel his warm body against yours… Corazon puts his two strong -marine- arms on each side of your head and penetrates you again. This time you are able to enjoy his facial expressions bathed by the moonshine of the beach. You love that expression he makes when he penetrates you, so, even the pleasure forces you to close your eyes, you won’t do it. You are turned on so much more over his moaning face, you wouldn’t ever lose the chance to enjoy it.

While he keeps fucking you, you unbutton his heart patterned shirt to reveal that lean chest, and once you help him to take it off, you cross your legs behind his back. Your body pressed, and the undeniable arrival of climax hits both of you. You moan in his ear, while his hand rests over your head, grabbing your hair.

Soon, both of you let go into ecstasy, cumming hard. You get filled by his pulsating member, enjoying the sweet feeling of the warm product of his orgasm.

“I love you, babe. Did I hurt you? Was it good? Do you like it?”, he asks, worried. Your husband who does everything for you, has listened to that little fantasy you once told him to try, and he tried hard to accomplish it for you. “I loved it babe, gosh, you did it so well. I told you we could use your devil fruit for more fun stuff…”, you tell him, biting your lip.

Both of you rest for a few minutes over the blue feather coat, until you remember little Law should take his meds. “Babe, Law…”, you tell him, brushing your hand over his chest. “Oh God, yes”, he says, and you quickly start dressing up.

Even though the “Family” knows you two are a married couple, they don’t really know your true identities. Law knows about it, though, and you two are like his parents. Soon the three of you would run away from there, but since then you should act normal…

Corazon and you head to Law’s room, and find a little note over his desk in between several medicine books… “I’ve taken my meds already, gone to sleep. Love u Y/N, love u Cora-san” ...

Cora-san and you kiss the little brat and tuck him into bed so he could be all snuggled up, leave the room and head to yours. “Thanks for this family, babe”, Rosinante whispers into your ear while hugging you in bed.

“Thanks to you, my beloved husband” ... ♥ ~

[benevolentbirdgal]

Purim: a Jewish holiday and wild ride from start to finish

So let me tell you about the absolute soap opera that is the Jewish holiday of Purim. The scene is set in ancient (appx. 4th century B.C.E.) Persia during the first Jewish Diaspora, in the city of Shushan (typically identified in secular sources as Susa, a now-abandoned ancient city in what is now Iran). I’m telling you, as a work of literature (even beyond theological implications for Jewish people), this book has everything: love, drama, royalty, intrigue, ego, plots, irony, mystery, and a strong female lead. 

[some non-slur swearing below]

Ahasuerus, party-loving king of Persia executed or exiled (translations argue) his wife Vashti, and had to find a new queen. Why did he do this, you ask? Well, it really starts with an 180-day party across his kingdom for all his subjects to celebrate the third year of his reign. After that absolute rager, party-bro KA has another one immediately after for a week, this time just for the capital city of Shushan. Vashti was having a woman’s party in her quarters, presumably living her best life, when party-bro sends his top seven yes-men to deliver a message to Vashti. This sleaze-ball wants her to appear at his party in front of everyone, wearing her crown, with the clear implication being only her crown. Vashti more or less tells him to pound sand (I mean, not the literal translation, but that’s the sentiment). 

KA’s advisors convince him that this is not only an offense against the king but also against all the men in the country (ah, the joys of ancient patriarchy and toxic af masculinity). KA writes a degree that women must respect their husbands so he has an official reason to get rid of Vashti. Vashti is soon thereafter out of the picture and the king is short a queen. Whether she was a Wise Lady With A Point Who Got Screwed Over or a Vicious Jew-Hating Adulteress Who Had It Coming has been a matter of furious debate for over two millennia (the Babylonian Talmud and the Jerusalem Talmud vociferously disagree on her). In any case, KA regrets it pretty quick and wants a new queen. 

At the behest of his advisors (you know, since their last advice worked out soooooo well), KA had a big contest/forcible gathering of young women from around his kingdom and a Jewish woman, Hadassah, was the winner.  Hadassah was an orphan raised by her cousin Mordechai in the city of Shushan. Hadassah is more commonly known as Esther, because she changed her name to hide her identity as a Jew (at the behest of Mordechai). In any case, KA decided he liked Esther best and she became queen (it’s specifically mentioned both that he loved her most and that the palace staff liked her because she was nice to them-it’s unclear how much of an influence the latter was). 

Concurrently, a wicked man named Haman was the top advisor to the king and the king would basically rubber-stamp whatever Haman wanted. Haman was a raging Jew-hater-this will be relevant later. 

Some time into Esther’s reign as queen, Mordechai, who has taken to hanging around the gates of the palace to keep in touch with Esther, overhears a plot by two guards, Bigthan and Teresh, to kill the king. Mordechai alerts his cousin, and she tells the king. It’s recorded in the book of deeds and life keeps moving. 

Some time later, Haman decides (after a promotion to head lackey) that he wants all to bow to him as he passes. Mordechai refused to bow to Haman every single day (citing that as a Jew he bowed to no man), and that did not sit well with Haman. So despite being prime minister and presumably having more important things to do, “genocide the Jews” made it to the top of to-do list. He didn’t like them before, and Mordechai refusing to treat him like a special snowflake was something he took really, really personally (totally can’t think of any modern politicians like that, nope). He told KA, who frankly doesn’t seem to ask enough questions, that there was a people disrespecting the king and his laws throughout the land, and could he pretty-please exterminate them. As a bonus, Haman would “donate” 10,000 silver kikar to the royal treasury (modern conversion vary, but all agree this an absurd amount on money). 

KA handed him the royal seal to do so. Haman was feeling lucky I guess so he decided the best course of action was to draw lots to pick the day for the massacre. [Purim is lots in Hebrew, so that’s where the name of the holiday came from]. The message went out to all the provinces that on the thirteenth day of the twelfth month, that they citizens and leaders should murder all of the Jews, young and old, man, woman, and child, rich and poor and take their possessions as spoils. 

As this wasn’t exactly a state secret, the Jews knew and were quite distressed. The planned slaughter was like a year out, but what the actual fuck were they supposed to do? If you lived in Persia at that point that, the empire was functionally your entire world, unless you were fabulously/ridiculously wealthy and well-connected. Having several months notice the other locals and your rules were going to slaughter you and take your stuff isn’t particularly useful when there’s really nowhere to go. 

In Shushan, Mordechai (who, although not explicitly in text, is in oral/Talmudic tradition a leader of the Jewish community) goes into mourning. He dresses in sackcloth and ashes, he weeps, and he fasts at the gates of the palace, as Jews throughout shushan and the kingdom are doing. Esther hears of her cousin’s mourning behavior and tries to send along nice clothes through a messenger, which he refuses. It is then that she learns of the decree. Mordechai (through the messenger) implores her to go ask the king if the Jews not getting murdered could be a thing. Esther explains that she could be killed for approaching the king unsummoned. Mordechai stresses the severity of the situation. Esther agrees to ask the king and tells Mordechai to have the Shushan Jewish community fast day and night (as opposed to just day as prior) for three days, and she and her handmaidens will fast too (no word on what the handmaidens thought of this).

On the third day, Esther bravely approached the king, asked him if she could request something. He said anything, up to half his kingdom (which implies to me that homedude, for all his flaws, was actually into her). Esther invited him to a party, where he and Haman would be the only guests. At the party she asks if she can another request. KA is open to it and she invites him to another party the next night. Party-bro king is obviously down and Haman is tickled to death at this second invitation. 

He goes home to brag to his wife, Zeresh, about the invite and also to bitch about how angsty he is Mordechai is still alive (this angst reignited by passing him on the way home). Zeresh suggests he have fifty-foot gallows built to make Mordechai an example on, with the king’s permission, ASAP. Haman orders the building of the gallows, feeling secure in the knowledge that his bestie the king will execute Mordechai on them. 

Back at the castle KA can’t sleep. He demands a bedtime story from the his records, because those will presumably put him to sleep. The story that gets read, ~coincidentally~, is of Mordechai saving KA’s life. Haman had sidled on up to the castle to speak to the king about killing Mordechai, and the king called him in. KA asks Haman, if he were to honor someone, what should he do? Haman is thinking “this is obvi about me” and tells the king that the honoree should be donned in royal clothing, and ride through the streets on a fancy horse with people someone shouting how great he is. KA is like great, love it, perf, go do that for Mordechai. Haman is not a happy camper but does the thing. After that, he goes home and tells Zeresh about it, who warns him that this is a very bad sign. 

Finally, that night is the night of Esther’s second soiree. Haman and KA attend. The latter offers to Esther anything she wants, up to half of his kingdom. Esther asks that her life, and the life of her people be spared. KA is like “whomst” and Esther revealed it was Haman. At this point Ahasuerus.exe stops working and he takes a walk to the gardens. He comes back to see Haman begging Esther for his life, and KA thinks Haman is assaulting her. Haman was seized by nearby guards.

One of the chamberlains is then like, hey, KA, coincidentally there’s these super high gallows Haman just had built. Why not take care of the problem that way? (The fact that the random nearby chamberlain was like yup, that dude, hang ‘em in the morning, probably says a lot about how Haman treated most people around him, even more than forcing all to bow to him). KA orders it be done. 

Not that Haman was around to be sad about it, but what happened next would have massively pissed him off, as his old job then went to Mordechai. Esther then implored of the king that the degree to allow the massacre of the Jews be reversed. The king couldn’t Cntrl+Z the order to murder-all-the-Jews, but he could issue an order that they could fight back. The proclamation was sent throughout the land, and the Jews were able to prepare. Since the royal decree had been amended, the governments (princes, governors, satraps) largely reformulated their plans accordingly, but plenty of Jew-haters still wanted to use the opportunity. The ability to self-defend meant that the communities weren’t massacred. In most of the kingdom, the Jews were now safe. Outside of Shushan, the fourteenth of Adar became a feast day. 

Shushan was still not safe though. Antisemites were still out and mad (and apparently had not learned from the previous day), so Esther asked the Jews of Shushan to be allowed to defend themselves once more. Her wish was granted, and the Shushan Jews were able to defend themselves once more (so Purim is celebrated a day later in walled cities). 

The story ends with the decision to write it down, and although there some debate on authorship, it is traditionally attributed to Esther herself cowriting with Mordechai. 

Nowhere in the book is God mentioned. Nowhere is there divine intervention (at least not explicitly). Just Jews sticking up for themselves, being brave in the face of mortal peril, and a metric fucktown of chutzpah. 

[drwcn]

continuing on the fem!lwj thought experiment. previous posts are here → [x]  [x].

俗话说的好，寡妇门前是非多。Translation: as the old saying goes, troubles are aplenty upon the doorstep of the widow. Which really, is more of a reflection of society's bullshit than of widow's character because a) in a society where women aren't allowed means to financially support themselves, when their husbands kick the bucket, they'd have to rely on other men in their lives to survive. If these men aren't their immediate family like son, father, or brother, then they incite gossip/scorn from others; and b) fuck the fuckbois who try and take advantage of widows who they deem easy prey and fuck the busybodies who go around sniffing out a widow's secrets.

Previously, I threw out the idea of Badass Rogue Cultivator Lan Wangji, going where the trouble is, helping people, a literal beacon of light, the renowned but mysterious Hanguang Sanren, accompanied by her sole disciple/son Sizhui — but now, consider this. For the first couple of years after she left Cloud Recesses, in order to avoid detection and to heal from her discipline lashes, Lan Wangji camouflaged herself and Sizhui and straight up became a peasant. A young, widowed peasant with "limited" means and a young son.

(here are some nice peasant aesthetics bc we don't really get those: [x] - the hair of this one; [x] [x] the outfit style of this one; [x] - a variation of a headscarf of this one.)

Lan Wangji found a mid-sized village and a small abandoned house with a modest yard that looked like it hadn't been inhabited for some time. The reason was rather obvious - the place was a haunted. But luckily it was an entry level ghost (and I mean really entry level, like this ghost isn't even getting paid, probably a ghost intern) and a short exorcism later, it was perfectly safe to settle down in. A-Yuan wasn't even fazed; boy grew up in the Burial Mount where ghosts probably read him bedtime stories.

LWJ: 阿苑，从今往后，如果有人问起你我的事，你该怎么回答? A-Yuan：嗯。。。阿爹死了，就剩下我和阿娘了。 LWJ：好，好孩子。

LWJ: A-Yuan, from now on, if someone asks about me and you, what should you tell them? A-Yuan: Hm...a-die died, only a-niang and I are left. LWJ: Good, good lad.

Literally the next day, the local Aunties™ arrived to sus her out. Early that morning, they had seen steam coming out of the chimney and thought it was local boys causing mischief again but was surprised to find a young woman and a small child. The fact that the young woman was the prettiest thing in a 500 mile radius was not lost on the village Aunties. Lan Wangji introduced herself as Qiu Er-Niang 邱二娘 (Qiu being her mother's last name, and #-niang being a fairly non-classy, peasant-esque way of referring to women) and A-Yuan as Jiang蒋 Yuan (not the same Jiang as Yunmeng Jiang but pronounced the same and still a very common last name, a nod to WWX without it being very explicit). She spun a very simple story of how her village was devastated by bad harvest and disease and that her family, including her husband, had all perished. She was not much of a liar, but the injuries she carried on her back was fresh, so she did appear genuinely fragile and gaunt.

The Aunties were suspicious but could not find a flaw in her story. One of them was nice enough to give her some rice and flour. Not that Lan Wangji really needed it; Lan Xichen had made sure she had plenty of funds for the road, which she was initially reluctant to accept. Leaving Cloud Recesses, she wanted no part of her clan in her new life, but her brother had convinced her after he reiterated and stressed on A-Yuan's needs as a growing boy.

Second day into her new life as a peasant, Lan Wangji realized her problem. For the first time in her life, she had noisy af neighbours who were all up in her busy. Pushing aside the obvious need to hide her cultivation, she could not be blatant with her finances either. The villagers saw a sickly widow with a child; they'd expect to see her struggle with food, with clothing, with keeping it all together. If she strolled up to the nearest town and bought all the things she needed...that would be way too suspicious. Besides, she'd have to do something to make a show of "earning" her living, at least for a little while. She did not plan to stay in this village forever. Once she was fully recovered, once Gusu Lan Sect's initial searching frenzy passed and they exhausted their means, she could leave and be free. For now...she'll just have to play her part.

One of the Aunties of the village told her that one of the richer households being to a landlord of some kind was looking for female staff to do the cleaning and washing and cloth-fending. The Auntie pulled some strings with the women working there and got her hired. Lan Second Jade of Gusu never washed a single sock in her life Wangji found herself faced with Laundry Duty, Jealous Landlady and Co-Workers, and Lecherous Overlord.

Fuckboi #25: How pretty you are, sweet thing. Poor you, working with those slender hands. If you marry me, you wouldn't have to slave away for money. I'll take care of you.

LWJ: *silently contemplating how to slit the man from nape to navel*

A couple times a week, Lan Wangji worked, and during her free time, she taught A-Yuan to read and write and began his training with the sword. Beyond that, Lan Wangji put every second of her free time not taking care of A-Yuan and not playing Farmer McPeasant into cultivation. For the first time in her life, her days were simple. There was nothing to distract her, no other bullshit or duty to family or clan to restrict her against her will. She left the headband in Jingshi, and Jingshi in the past.

And when the night is dark and A-Yuan is asleep, Lan Wangji seals the house with a barrier talisman and goes into the forest to play Inquiry.

Wei Ying never answers, but soon the village starts a rumour of a Lady Ghost haunting the woods with her song.

[tenkoscumslut]

Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks headcannons

So um this is about Shigaraki, Dabi and Hawks reaction to their S/O with thick thighs 

Does contain 18+ stuff so ur warned.

And thanks to everyone, I’ve only had this app for 3 days and I have 3 followers, I mean that does not sound like a lot but it is to me.  ThANKS Guys ilysm

Shigaraki

- Shigaraki is a thigh boy, as well as boob guy.  

- Before you dated he jacked off to thick thighs.

- When you came along he didn’t really notice your thighs because he is either sleeping, playing video games or planning stuff for the League

- One day you wore his shirt which went down to your mid thigh

- Then he noticed them. 

- He was practically drooling over them

- “Shiggy whats wrong?”

- “N-Nothing”.

(Senario):

Y/N yawned and stretched her arms far above her head, it was currently 3 a.m, and she was exhausted, “Shiggy, can we go to sleep?”, she mumbled tiredly, he grunted out a response, he was for to mesmerized with his game to really even pay attention to what she was saying.

“Shiggy?”, she repeated his name, “What?”, he asked.  “I’m tired!”, she whined and sat next to him, “Then go to sleep”, he replied nonchalantly, “You haven’t slept in days, can we please go to bed?”, she asked again.

“Fine”, he huffed and turned off his monitor.  A small smile formed on Y/N face, she waddled over to the bed and collapsed in it.  Shigaraki stood there, staring at her sleepy figure intensely, she was wearing his shirt.

“Shiggy what’s wrong?”, Y/N mumbled tiredly, “N-Nothing”, he stuttered, a huge blush was forming on his face.  Her thighs.  He was in love with them, he literally wanted to sink his teeth into the soft flesh, play with them, burry his head between them.

He wanted you to crush his head with your thighs, the thought of that made his big boy stick begin to grow.  “I-I like your thighs”, he mumbled and practically jumped on the bed and nuzzled his face into your chest.

“W-What”, Y/N was confused. Very confused.  She just wants to slep.

Dabi

- He isn’t really into thighs

- But seeing you in that skirt

- He needed to have you

- To bad you had a boyfriend/girlfriend

- Nah he’s gonna make you his

- Your not gonna walk for a week :P

(Senario):

Y/N walked into the bar wearing a school girl outfit, somewhat similar to Togas, but instead the skirt was a bit shorter, and she wore a blue hoodie.  Y/N didn’t have much confidence when it came to her fashion style, so she wore plain colors, nothing to crazy.

Today she decided to add a little spice to her clothing choice, so she chose a white tennis skirt with a blue crew hoodie her boyfriend/girlfriend gave her.  Y/N was exhausted after today’s school day and work.

Toga came bouncing up, wearing her signature outfit and hairstyle, “Y/N!”, she squealed, “Oh My God You Wont Believe What Happen!”, she started to babble on about Izuku licking ice cream at her favorite ice cream store.

“That’s great Toga”, I said with a soft smile and moved my gaze to the bar.  Nobody other than Kurogiri and Dabi were there, Dabi was beyond focused with his phone, typing away stuff on it while Kurogiri was cleaning a glass.

“Heyo!”, I greeted them both with a wave, “Hello Ms. L/N”, Kurogiri greeted back, Dabi spared one glance and then looked away, then looked back, then looked away.

“Oi, I said hello”, I huffed and walked over to Dabi.  He coughed into his arm awkwardly, “You good?”, I asked and tapped his shoulder, “Y-Yeah”, he stuttered.

He kept looking down at my lap through the entire night. 

And now it was beddy bedtime.

You drank your appy juice and then brushed your temfs.

Then you let your hair fall down

And you practically fell down on your bed.

You heard a knock at the door, “Come in”, you called.

You were surprised to see Dabi.

He shut the door followed with a click.

“Something wrong?”, you asked.

“Yeah”, he growled.

You were confuzled.

“Well whats wrong?”, you chuckled awkwardly.

“You. Fucking thinking you can prance around wearing that”, he growled.

“u-Um, what?”, you coughed awkwardly.  He stalked towards you.

“Were you wearing that just to get me worked up?”, he growled.

“I-I don’t know w-what you mean Dabi”, you mumbled, a pit of arousal was growing in your stomach.

“I think you know exactly what I mean”...

You couldn’t walk for the next week.  And know your with Dabi.

Hawks - It’s the first the he noticed when you walked into his office.

- He was literally obsessed with you

- So don’t be surprised if he knows your exact measurements, favorite color, brid, flower, food, pet, and most importantly, clothes.

- he likes to serenade you with objects, just like a bird

- He leave either dead animals, shiny objects or clothes at your doorstep

- At first you were freaked out

- Then every time you went home someone shouted from outside your window, “I love you”.

- And everytime you looked outside nobody would be there

- you thought you were out of your mind

- And one day you decided to ask Hawks a question

- “Hey Hawks, can you shout I love you?”.

- he shouted it with no hesitation.

- It sounded just like the man outside your window.

- At first you didn’t confront him

- You started giving him shiny objects in return

- You asked about his bird tendencies.

- then he told you about courting a mate

- and then it all clicked

- he was attracted to you and wanted you for a mate

(Senario)

“Mhm, tell me more”, Y/N asked softly, “Well um, birds...they court mates”, he explained, “They either give them shiny objects, dead animals, or they sing songs for them or do dances”, he started to dive into the topic very eagerly.

“So do you have a special someone in mind?”, you asked.  A blush flared over his face and he coughed into his arm awkwardly, “U-Uh n-not r-right now”, he mumbled shyly, you smiled, “Ok!”.

“So about those song stuff”, you started, “How do most of the songs go?”, you asked.  “Well it all depends on the birdy!”, he exclaimed happily, “Most of them proclaim their love in a unique song”, “that sounds so romantic”, I sighed dreamily.

“You think so?”, he asked, “Yeah, why not?”, “Just imagine someone making a song just for you about their love”.  “Y-Yeah, I guess”, he mumbled, “And so shiny objects, do female birds give them back?”, you asked.

“I-If they accept the courting, they start building a nest in the males territory, and they hide the shiny objects in their nest”, he replied.  

“I know this may sound odd but can you shout, ‘I love you’?”, you asked, something about the dead animals on your doorstep, the hidden objects hidden around your house, and the shouts from outside the house felt like they were all related to them.

“I LOVE YOU”, he shouted without a second thought, “HAH I KNEW IT”, you shouted, “Your the one leaving all those things on my doorstep, and shouting that outside my window!”, you exclaimed proudly, not even realizing what that meant.

Hawks turned red in almost an instant, from head to toe, “I know I know, I’ma. great detective!”, you said proudly, “So-”, you were cut off by yourself.

“Wait...”.....

“HAWKS!”.

“WHAT?!”

“ARE YOU TRYING TO COURT ME?!”

“MAYBE”

“MAYBE?!”

“WELL IF I SAID YES WOULD YOU LET ME COURT YOU?!”

“OF COURSE”

It all started with your thighs.

The one thing that made him fall in love with you.

Yeah he literally looked at your thighs, fell in love and then went full Sangwoo on anyones kneecaps if they tried to come near you.

[mono-dot-jpeg]

aaitl hcs - zhongli

summary; i ramble about hcs i thought of while writing "another adeptus in the line".

a/n; will i make a series out of this? idk. i would love to don't get it twisted, i strongly enjoy writing found family and child reader bc i lack family affection. however, i just think it would be hard for me to write conflict to keep it interesting.

i thought about making it an open tag for those who like this and wants to write about it. making it like a cute wholesome community thing!

but also i thought just not making the series tbh. idk if my braincell can handle making another series and keep up with my other series.

here's a poll,,, so feel free to help my indecisive ass decide

so,,, you're a dragon hybrid!! you took on a form similar to zhongli's dragon form

you have small horns growing in from the top of your head, once they grow out, they become a really brown to pretty amber orange ombre

you also have a tail! it's sort of wide at the base and then thinner at the end

it looks like an axlotl tail!! it matches the color of your hair and it also has a pretty orange ombre at the end

anyways, the story of how you became a child to zhongli

you were merely just a protector of mingyun village, meant to protect those who mined late into the night to bring riches to their family

you had no physical form but rather a spiritual one. similar to venti and his past form of an wind spirit, you took the form of dust spirit. but you didn't have any sight.

it's not like you needed sight, you could feel and hear the world around you

but it was bitter. you heard everyone in the village be happy but then, the mining village was empty

no one lived in it anymore

you were tied to the village, unable to explore the world.

while you lived as long as some other gods or immortals (though you could be considered very much younger than those gods), you knew nothing of the world you stayed in and longed for knowledge.

you wanted to see the world.

zhongli had remembered your presence in mingyun village even after all these years. he visited you.

you had told him of your struggles and your longing to really see and experience everything

"i can help you with that, little one."

he offered a contract. you would live alongside him as a hybrid, but you would have to protect liyue as you become of age to do so

you were more than happy to accept, one small problem, you didnt know what he meant by living alongside him as a hybrid

and before you knew it, you were a small dragon hybrid, not even close to 1/4 of zhongli's height and with a sudden urge to chew on something.

at first your mind was much more mature than it was in the present, but you succumbed to the child urges within you and now here you are as small child with bonking urges

yeah, when your mind was much more mature, he explained how he had transferred your age into much more simplified human years

turns out you were only 300 in spirit years, soon changing to 3 years old once the deal was made

your love language is bonks, i do not take any criticism

you just bonk your forehead against whatever you want

it gets zhongli very concerned when you just keep bonking your head against his chest sometimes

like do you want his attention? do you have a headache? he never knows

when you grow up, you become as tall as zhongli, maybe a little bit taller and it makes xiao so mad bc you tease him for it

when you first you met azhdaha and you both have this weird staring contest before you shout "big puppy!" both him and zhongli are very much confused until you start trying to climb him

please give the old man a break, he lost his gnosis, that's enough for him 😔

you get zoomies like a cat or dog and you just run around the house, trying to sound like a scary dragon yelling "roar!!" in like tiny font bc you lack the ability to be loud

not only bc you're a child, but bc you never learned how to talk as a spirit, you're really bad at speaking or articulating your words

it's really cute to zhongli when you try to say some words

hutao fucking LOVES YOU SO MUCH

she always tries to make it bring your kid to work day, just to make zhongli bring you over but he doesn't do it often

he dreads having you learn the concept of death

you never knew much about it when you were a spirit, but even if you did know, your mind was regressed into that of a child, so you barely remember your memories as a spirit.

xiao is always ready to square up with you. pls he does not care if you're a child

he calls you brat, demon, troublemaker all affectionately

you always love playing with his necklace but you have really sharp teeth once you get past the terrible twos phase, and xiao keeps a close eye on you in hopes to have you not break any beads or the blunt arrowhead on the necklace

zhongli has bite marks on his clothes bc of you

he does have some bites on his ankles too bc of you

people think he has a dog, no it's just you

ganyu can never say no to you

you want to play with her? she has the toys ready. you want her to read a bedtime story? which one, she'll even make one up if you want.

ganyu best sister. send tweet.

you have the biggest fear of the dark. child mind you doesn't understand why, but zhongli understands. you can remember the feeling of loneliness and emptiness of not having eyes to see. but of course human you has not connected those dots

you literally speed run to zhongli the moment you get scared

he's always glad to help you during those times, letting you sleep on his bed with him, telling you a story, humming a lullaby even.

you and qiqi are best friends

when you meet childe, you are like an abrasive cat to him

you literally hiss at him

he is completely scared of you

"they don't bite."

"YES THEY DO-"

childe was right on that.

anyways, eventually you bond with childe. he starts to see you as his own kin often buying you some presents whenever he can

overall there's a lot sweet hcs i could talk about all day if i wanted to, but alas, this is all i could think of

[bonny-kookoo]

Good Girl [J.JK x Reader]🔞🌼

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, a lil angst

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom!jungkook, sub!Reader, size kink, oral (f & m rec.), mild dd/lg themes, praise kink, cumplay, reader is a virgin, jungkook is lowkey a hoe, a lil heartbreak, Taehyung makes an appearance, long haired jungkook, mentions of harrassment, jungkook punches a guy, strength kink

Jeon Jungkook was known to have a specific type when it came to his partners; tall, gorgeous, dominant and older. It's not like he's a true blood baby boy; he's just too lazy to put any effort into his flings. When a new girl answers to his ad online searching for a roommate for his apartment to share rent and space however, he didn't quite expect such an innocent being to turn up at his doorstep with a box full of pastel colored belongings, ready to move in. And what he definitely didn't expect was his growing interest in her and the feeling of having her under him, all submissive and ready to be ruined.

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || ???

A wink was all he got from the woman who'd occupied his bed together with him last night as she walked out his bedroom door, seemingly knowing how to get out of his apartment. Jungkook ran his hand through his still sweaty hair, groaning after stretching his arms above his head, his mood seemingly sunkissed. He just finished an almost three hour sex-session after all; all without him providing any actual effort. His dick had seemed to be enough for her anyways, her face when she rode him happy, although he could really care less.

Reaching for his laptop near his bed, he didn't bother to put on any clothes for now, just wanting to check if he'd gotten any new E-Mails or messages, clicking through the casual nudes that constantly seemed to slip into his postbox. He cocked his head to the side however when he noticed that a website has notified him of an answer to his ad online; he'd put it up some time ago now after Taehyung, his former roommate, had to move out simply because Jungkook himself couldn't survive the older one's sleep shedule. Tae seemed to never sleep, waking the younger one up on a daily (and nightly) basis. He really tried to get along with him, both of them sharing a deep friendship, but god no, as a roommate he couldn't stand that guy. His rent however was something he struggled as well, so as much as he really wanted to live alone, he couldn't. He clicked the message on the website, his interest peaked.

"Hello. Is this AD still up to date? My name is Y/N, and I'm searching for a place because I'm starting to work close by soon, and its too expensive to take the bus for hours on end every day.. so uh, I don't know? I'm really good at cooking, and I promise I'll be so quiet and organized you won't even notice I'm there! I work at a restaurant nearby as a waitress- I mean, I'm going to, haha. Ugh, I hope you're okay sharing your apartment with a girl as well, I for my part don't have a problem with that! So, I guess, I'll wait for your reply?

Have a nice day!"

He scoffed a little, hovering over the delete button, but instead, he clicked her profile icon, opening the details. Her profile picture showed a white big dog, being hugged by what he assumed was her. He couldn't see her face however, half of her face above her nose cropped out to fit the entire dog instead. He could spot her clothes however; a top and skirt, flat shoes and sheer tights with white spots on them. His brows furrowed, how old was she? Her profile said she was about a year younger than him, every post she'd made up to this date about pet stuff, clothes who all seemed to follow a pastel-color scheme, and artwork you seemed to be selling. You were basically the definition of cute.

Fan-fucking-tastic. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset when he denied your request, but somehow he thought it over. You said you could cook and you did seem like an organized person. Knowing what kind of effect he could have on people, he could probably scare the shit out of you and keep you around without really having to interact much; and rent was also due this month, so the sooner he found a roommate the better. "Fuck it." He said, and began to type his reply.

When his doorbell rang, he almost burned his hand with the hot water he currently used to make himself a cup of ramen, cursing loudly. Who the fuck wasn't home again so he had to take their package in? One day the old lady across the hall would find a dead rat or something in front of her door, he swore to himself. Ripping the door open with so much force he could feel a bit of wind gushing by, his eyes widened when he saw a similar face in front of him- well, a little below actually. He remembered your lips instantly for some awkward reason, having tried to maybe paint a picture of what you looked like entirely over the last few days. He would've never expected something like this however- you looked like a literal doll in his opinion, your eyes wide open and mouth a little parted, shiny lipgloss making him swallow. Wait, did he really forget that you said you wanted to move in today?!

"I uh.. I'm- I'm Y/N, we- I- the ad..?" You said, your voice sounding nothing like the woman he usually was around. He smirked a little, moving so you could step inside, food now definitely forgotten on the kitchen counter. He really should've at least cleaned up a little he thought. Whatever.

"Yeah, figured. There you go, thats your room. The keys and shit are on the matress, make sure you don't loose 'em." He simply said, before leaving you alone in your new home to settle down.

"What I'm trying to say is, Y/N, you and I, this could really be something!" Taehyung slurred into your ear, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. For some reason it pissed him off to no ends how close the older one seemed to be, constantly hitting on you like he was a starving man, even know half of town knew very well that he wasn't. He could see why; you were innocent, and Tae known to fool around a lot. You were a challenge, something new for him, and he would lie if he said that he wasn't interested as well. Oh he was; but he also had at least some manners left inside of him, contrary to popular belief not only thinking with his dick. Taehyung however was only out for fun, making Jungkook question if he should really let this continue.

He decided no.

"Alright you fucking whore, it's bedtime isn't it? I'll call you a cab." Taehyung groaned at the younger one's words, nodded his head however before looking at you with a smirk.

"Ah, what a shame. But if you wanna have some fun you know my number!" He said, as if he didn't just offer you sex. You blushed at this, not answering, making Jungkook watch you a bit. You really were something else. "Jungkookie, you're so nicee... If I was gay I would definitely suck your dick-" The younger in question made a disgusted yet amused face, putting a hand over the blue haired one's mouth.

"Yeah yeah, you pay me back though you fucker." He said, before going into the kitchen to make the call. Taehyung, being left alone with you again started with his questioning, as he had done the entire night.

"So, Y/N.." He said, dragging out the last syllable of your name playfully, making you shuffle around where you were sitting a bit. He certainly was a pretty attractive guy, but he also seemed to be very straightforward- something you always had struggled with, being more on the shy side. You looked at him, silently urging him to continue before taking a sip of your own beer- cherry flavored, simply because the regular was too bitter in your opinion. "What kind of toys do you use, heh?" He questioned, and you coughed suddenly. Taehyung laughed loudly at that, cooing when you calmed down slowly.

"Taehyung, stop harassing my roommate you fucking idiot. I need her to pay half of the rent-" He said, before sitting down next to you, raising one of his eyebrows at you. "And she also makes some killer lasagna. Kinda wanna keep that." He said, before laughing a bit. Even though Jungkook seemed to be pretty intimidating to you, he was actually a pretty good guy to have around. You both barely ever fought, and overall you could almost see yourself falling for him too- he had the looks after all. But his habit of bringing people over just to satisfy himself was something that made you keep some distance between you both. He wasn't someone to settle down- let alone with someone like you. You were pretty much the exact opposite of what he seemed to like.

Sending Tae home was easier than you both thought. Not being able to go to bed you both decided to watch some late night shows while casually talking- something that wasn't uncommon between you two. Just when you seemed to have gotten comfortable again, Jungkook couldn't help but tease you again.

"So, what Toys do you use, heh?" He said, laughing with his head thrown back afterwards at your red face. This would certainly never get old in his opinion. Just as he was about to apologize and tell you you didn't have to answer, your voice was heard, however.

"None." You said, and his eyes widened at that. "What? Do I look like I do these things to you?" You asked, and he cocked his head to the side a bit, scanning you obviously. He shrugged, and you began to pout, moving to wrap your pastel pink blanket around yourself. "I don't even know how to buy one. That stuff is just.. don't know. Gross." You said, and Jungkook turned on the couch, body facing you now, his interest sparked.

"Gross? So you never had sex before?" He said, and you went silent. Were you serious right now? You were an angel in his eyes, body proportions almost perfect, hell, even your slight imperfections were adorable in his eyes. Up until now he had been sure that you at least have had your fair share of experience, but a virgin? His world was suddenly turned upside down. "Well.. that's something I didn't expect." He said, making you raise your eyebrows at him. "You're hot. Thats why. Oh well." He said, missing the way your eyes widened at that. "I'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight." He simply said, and you answered with a short 'goodnight' as well- still a bit surprised by his statement. Jungkook thought.. you were attractive?

He'd somehow gotten used to you, how you would leave your pastel pink but admittedly really soft blanket in a pile on one edge of the couch in the living room, how you sometimes left your toothbrush in the sink when you'd been in a hurry, or how you would hum to a song, not knowing he could hear you very clearly. Maybe he really did go soft after living with you for a while. He still didn't know himself why he got so upset with Taehyung the day prior; was he really being selfish? He was protecting you, nothing more. Taehyung was everything but a gentle lover, jungkook just knew he'd break you for sure, not to mention that you already stated how much you despised one night stands, which were practically Taehyungs speciality. He was just looking after you, nothing more.

The more he thought about it however, the more problematic the entire plan became.

But even now, while the young woman whose name he had already forgotten was giving it her all sucking his dick, all that seemed to swim around in his head were the events of the previous evening; how innocent and embarrassed you looked at him when you told him you'd never bought, let alone use a toy before. Surely you'd be someone to enjoy a good vibrator he thought, maybe as a gag he could buy you one? Oh how enchanting you'd look, spread out on his mattress while he would edge you over and over until you'd be crying, begging for his mercy. He would praise you for taking it so well, for being so good for him and only him, and he just knew you would blush. Instead of rushing to his own satisfaction, he would go slow, agonizingly slow, just to see how far he could push you. He would feast on you like a predator on his prey, pull you close so you had no chance of escaping him, he would trace every curve of your skin, gently, as if to make up for the bruises and Mark's he would surely leave all over you to feed his inner need to claim you, even though he would never let anyone see you like this while he was alive and breathing anyways. He just knew you would fit perfectly underneath him, his body covering you and shielding you away from the world around. Would you be able to take all of him? He probably would have to stretch you real good before even thinking about pushing his dick inside you, yet he just knows you would somehow make him proud and take it all, and he would continue his praises, telling you what a good girl you are.

He almost laughed at the situation, he really was in deep, wasn't he? Frustrated and confused he started to picture someone else entirely kneeled between his legs on the floor, how you'd bat your eyelashes at him like the fucking angel you were instead of the girl currently there, and that thought alone gave him the final push to shoot his load down the strangers throat, who moaned obscenely at the feeling. Usually he would be aroused, ready for more, but the sound of someone who wasn't his little roommate ripped him out of his daydream. This couldn't go on like that. Sending the lady out without many words, he decided that he just needed to fuck you, and all would be good again. He was just curious. Nothing else. He just needed to satiate his hunger and he could go back to normal.

How would he be able to do this without ending up hurting you? No matter how big his hunger for you was, he also considered you somewhat of a friend. He remembered when you came home crying one time after a bad day at work, and how he wanted to hold you, shielding you from any harm, making you feel safe. Because that's what he, and only he could do in his opinion. No matter what, he'd protect you, as weird as that sounded. Shit.

He really had a crush on you.

Unknowing to him you always held your hands over your ears whenever he brought home a different girl, not being able to listen to his moans mixed with someone else's. You were slowly beginning to regret moving in, already starting to think about maybe searching for a different apartment. But the rent was cheap, your room big, and his company relaxing when he wasn't busy being buried in someone he couldn't even remember after a day or two. Somehow tears were leaking out of your eyes, and you took your hands down from the sides of your head to wipe them away, careful to be as silent as possible as to not alert him that you were awake, well aware of the shower turning on. You did notice however how his sessions became shorter and shorter, always seeming to end sudden instead of usual. But the more you thought of it, the more angry at yourself for falling for this manwhore you became. You really should hate him- but you couldn't.

Tonight was definetely the prime example of why you didn't go into clubs. The sheer amount of people around you, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne and perfume all around made you feel like a headache was inevitable. Why were you here again? Oh yes. You followed Taehyungs advice and 'tried to make friends' instad of looming around your apartment all day. But right now you just really wished you stayed home instead of going here.

Sure, you liked your coworkers, and they seemed nice and everything, but if you were being honest, they're definition of fun was entirely not yours. You began to feel cramped up in the large club, making you desperately pull your phone out of your pocket, texting Jungkook in hopes he could save you from this god forsaken torment they called a club.

  Minutes later, after Jungkook oh so gentlemanly told you to pick you up, you stood in front of that said location, waiting for his cheap but admittedly nice car to pull up. Sadly, someone else seemed to be way more intent on bringing you home- a young man your age, attractive, yes, but also heavily intoxicated. He had already eyed you up inside the building you noticed, yet hadn't made a move towards you. Now however, he seemed more determined than ever.

"Lets go home baby, I swear you won't regret-" He started, but you moved away from him, clenching onto your little handbag in order to at least keep your belongings safe if he tried anything else. Suddenly both your figures were drowned in the warm light of Jungkook's car lights- you immediately recognized them simply by the fact that one was brighter than the other, something you always told him, yet he always waved you off, telling you that both were doing just fine, even though his left light was clearly almost dead. Typical him, you thought. Yet right now, you couldn't be happier to see him.

He however, did not seem happy at all. His face was serious, his wavy hair hanging a little over his eyes, steps fast and strong enough that you could hear his black boots almost crush the slight gravel of the parking lot. "Fuck off sunnyboy and go back inside." He simply yelled out, having already seen how uncomfortable you were with the stranger so close to you. Jungkook wasn't someone to blindly punch someone, that said however, he couldn't contain himself once he saw the guy reaching out for your arm, your figure instinctively scrambling to get behind Jungkooks way larger body. He didn't even notice his fist connecting with the strangers face, simply leading you by the small of your back inside his car, driving home without any more words.

You were not to be touched by someone so dirty like this young man who didn't even knew his own limits it seemed.

Yet you were completely confused now. Maybe, if you were now the reason he got into physical fights, you should make a decision.

The next morning, sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched Jungkook filling your bowl with cereal as well- lucky charms for you, and chocolate chips for him. It became somewhat of a routine since you both woke up roughly around the same time, sharing breakfast was common. The best moment in your opinion to pop the bomb.

"I'm moving out." You said softly, fiddling with your fingers in your lap, leg nervously bouncing up and down. Why did this feel like you were breaking up with him? You both would've ended up going separate ways sooner or later anyways- so he would probably just nod, ask when, and that would be it. He was someone who didn't bother much. But the second you said it, he turned around completely shocked, suddenly very much awake.

"Why? Did I do something?" He asked, sounding genuinely offended for some reason you couldn't come up with. In his mind, scenario over scenario started to play, as if he wanted to search for something he may have said or done to make you so upset that you didn't want to live with him anymore. He knew he shouldn't be so upset over it, since you and him were merely roommates, friends who shared an apartment, nothing more, but he never really expected you to come up with it so sudden. Or maybe you had a boyfriend? What if it was Taehyung, and you just didn't tell him? He would rip that fucker's stupid blue hair out, he knew-

"No. I- not reall-" You sighed, setting your elbows on the kitchen table before letting your head fall into your hands. "Actually yes, you did." You started, looking at him, but unable to hold eye contact with the now completely confused curly haired boy in front of you. "You.. uh.. I cant sleep. Your, 'guests', the walls aren't really soundproof and like, I really- and just.. ugh this is so awkward, please don't make me say it-" You said, groaning the rest of your sentence before stubbornly shoving your back against the chair, throwing your legs back and forth viciously, reminding Jungkook of a kid who was close to throwing a tantrum. Even though this was definitely not the time to think about you laid out over his leg, his hand hitting your perfectly shaped butt until it was red just to punish you for being such a brat, exactly this picture began to form in the back of his head. He hated himself somehow, really. But somehow instead of accepting your decision, he moved to stand at the table, hands on top of it, eyes searching yours.

"Say it Y/N. You know I hate when I have to pull thing out your throat sweetheart." He didn't intend on using the nickname, but somehow he threw his hesitation out the window. If you really were fooling around with someone, someone who wasn't him he wanted to know- and even if you didn't share that information with him, you would move out anyways, so why hold back anymore? You shook your head at him, avoiding his gaze, and he clicked his tongue, patience slowly thinning out. "Spit it out." He said again, but he still got no reaction. His hand seemed to move without his consent when he suddenly found his fingers on your chin, moving your head to force your attention towards him. "Speak the fuck up, I swear to god." He said, voice dropping down lower, and somehow you seemed as if bewitched.

Maybe it was the way he stood there, how he still held your chin, or how intensely he looked at you, but words dropped out of your mouth as if you drank harry potters truth potion. "I cant stand that you let these girls touch you, that they can get you so easily and you just look past me a- and I really tried you know, because Taehyung said you liked mature girls more so I tried to do that, but he lied to me, you don't notice me at all, you're so mean you-" He shut your mouth with his mouth, trying to process the information he just received, yet it seemed like it was too much at once. You were.. jealous? And what kind of stupid advice was Taehyung giving away, that fucker? It was true that he liked his women to be confident and mature, but that was just so they knew what they were doing, and he didn't need to put so much effort into something he could get so easily.

"So you were jealous?" He said, a small smirk creeping up on him, cooing at you internally when you shook your head, face red. "If you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked. Geez." He said, but instead of being relieved, your shoulders sagged down. "What?" He asked, and you mumbled to him.

"Because I don't want just that one time stuff you do." Jungkook looked at you, eyes softening at your somehow-confession. He just put together the pieces in his head, and it did make sense. You were practically attached to him wherever he took you, always seemingly glowing whenever his attention was on you. He was as much as a dense head than you were, and he couldn't help but pull out a chair and sitting down, patting his legs as an invitation.

"Good, because I don't want that either. And I don't share either." He said, and looked at you gently, but with a deep darkness behind his eyes. "Trust me baby, you can sit down now and I promise you'll be the only one to have me- or you can move out and go on with your life." He almost laughed at the way it suddenly clicked in your head on what he was offering, suddenly jumping up and sitting on his thighs, legs on either side of his body. He looked down at you, a divine picture coming to life. His hands were placed on the exposed skin under your skirt, slowly sliding over the soft skin until his fingers felt the seam of your tights- those goddamn things he'd wanted to rip off of you so badly these past days. "You can touch me, you know?" He said lowly, and you noticed how awkward you must've looked for a second, seated on his lap with your hands in front of you, unsure where to put them. Just to ground yourself, your fingers began to play with his shirt, and he had to swallow the laugh that wanted to break free. "You don't have to do this, you know? I'm fine with waiting-" He began, but you immediately shook your head, however, at loss for words. He smiled again, dangerously so you noticed. His head dipped down, finally touching your skin on your neck with his lips, leaving open mouthed kisses under your earlobe down to the crook, hands moving over your clothes already mapping out your body in his mind, one hand pulling down one side of your soft fleece jacket you wore, pulling down your shirt as well, so he could softly nip at your shoulder, making you gasp oh so cutely at his actions. His hands didn't stop however, moving over your chest, kneading both of your breasts softly, as if he would hurt you if he used too much strength- which was probably the case. He already loved how bis his hands looked running over your body, how your hands held his shirt in fists, eyes closed, yet not because of fear; you looked serene to him, face showing him the soft pleasure you felt. He suddenly moved you a little, making you straddle one of his leg, core pushed against his thigh. "Let's start slow, yeah?" He asked, whispering words into your ear, lips never parting from you. He slowly began to move your hips, urging you to simply follow what you thought felt best to you. "Use me baby. Get off on my thigh." You whined at that, slowly starting to move more and more boldly, and he decided that he was officially a goner. Even if you didn't want him after whatever may be happening, he knew he could never go back. The way you squeezed your eyes shut every now and then, moving back and forth yet always a bit helpless, showing how inexperienced you were. He could feel the wet patch forming on his jeans, his hands moving you a bit faster, before you let your head fall onto his shoulder, making him chuckle. "What is it baby? Do you need help, hm?" He said, a bit mockingly even, and you nodded into his shoulder. "Tell me what you need then. What do you want, princess?" He said, running his hands over your back, feeling your bodyheat through your clothes.

"wanna get the same.. as the others.." You mumbled, unsure what you were even asking for. Jungkook however simply smiled, suddenly lifting you up, hands under your behind carrying you to his room, before finally letting you fall onto his mattress, laughing when your body jumped a little, making you squeak so cutely. He smiled, crawling over you, his fantasy finally coming to life- you looked so lost under him, so utterly defenseless he could swear he could feel something primal awake inside him- and that was not his dick, which already strained against his jeans, impatient.

"Ah but Baby.." He began, taking off your soft jacket before his hands traced your bare arms until he moved them under your shirt, feeling your skin underneath his fingers. "You're my special girl.." He began to lift your shirt up, helping you out of it before he got rid of your skirt as well, chuckling at your cute lacey underwear, which was so typically you. So innocent, yet so arousing, how you squirmed underneath him in nothing but those pastel colored undergarments. "And special girls get special treatments.." His words were low, soft spoken yet with a rough edge to his tone, a natural feature of his voice that you've come to love. You couldn't even begin to paint out a picture of what he was talking about- sure, you have seen your fair share of adult films, you weren't a kid after all- but up until this moment, up until you met Jungkook, you've never really thought about what you could like when it came to these things. Even in your thoughts you felt shy saying any profanities out loud, how could you expect to know about kinks? "But only if you can behave for me, but you can do that right?" He said, unhooking your bra behind your back with ease and interrupting your inner talk with yourself. "You'll be my good girl, yeah?" He said, and you just viciously nodded, already growing frustrated, and oh how he loved it. This was how he had pictured you. If he had known before that this was what it felt like to have control over someone, he would've never done anything else if he was honest; but then again, you really were a special girl to him. The way you suddenly mewled when his hand cupped your heat, giving you a little pressure just to tease you even further almost caught him off guard. God have mercy on his soul, you were so sensitive to him, and it dawned on him again that he was making you this way. He was the first to- and he would make sure he'd be the only one as well. All those noises tumbling out of between your lips were only his to hear. His breathing peaked up at the view he had, how you began to impatiently rut into his hand, needy for more than he was giving you. He leaned back, finally getting rid of his own clothes as well to your satisfaction, lazily throwing his opened flannel as well as his white shirt somewhere on the floor in his room, and you couldn't help but stare. Truth be told, you didn't really know what to expect of him if you were honest, his constant gym visits giving you the impression that he had to be extremely fit, yet his habit of consuming more than two cups of ramen easily spoke differently. He was, in your eyes, the perfect in-between- he definetely was fit, his abs visible to your eyes, yet he didn't look like those over-achievers you sometimes saw walking around the same gym whenever you met him there to go home together. The way his muscles flexed at every move when he loomed over you again made you want to touch him, yet your shy side forbade you. He chuckled again. "You can touch what's yours all you want, you know?" He said, before he began to place his hand back onto your chest, his breath hot on your collarbone where he placed his kisses again, already hooked on your taste. His other, tattooed hand found its way back to your core, feeling the dampness there with amusement. You were more than what he'd imagined. Slowly he got rid of that barrier however, leaving your tights on for his own pleasure and maybe also for the aesthetic of it, his digits circling around your sensitive bud, making you squeal again, putting your hands over your mouth to keep your voice down. He clicked his tongue at this, moving them to lay right under the small of your back. "Be good and keep them there, yeah?" He said, and you looked away.

"But its- thats emb-" You couldn't even finish the beginning of your rant before he went back to his task at hand, sitting back before moving your legs to spread obscenely over his thighs simply to catch a glimpse of your glistening center, before he placed his body over yours again, hand now roughly circling in delicious eights around your clit, making you gasp out.

"Nothing you do is embarrassing, you hear me. If anything its fucking hot how you can be so fucking adorable even with my hand between your legs, doll." He said, before dipping a finger into you, making you move a bit at the foreign feeling. "Gotta stretch you out babygirl.." He said lowly, careful not to get too fast. His second finger joined in, and he could feel how tight you were around them, already clenching a bit as well, making his mouth water, but also growing a bit of worry in the back of his mind. Usually he was quite cocky about his overly average qualities down in his pants, but now he was genuinely concerned to hurt you with it. This was definitely a first for him. "Baby you're so small.. I don't think you can take it.." He said, a bit of a teasing undertone to his words as well. "See? You're already squeezing my fingers so hard princess, how could my dick ever fit inside huh?" He said, contrary to his otherwise rough nature keeping his movements gentle and slow enough for you to adjust without causing much pain. He could see the slight discomfort in your eyes, yet you suddenly shook your head, voice whiny.

"Uh-uh.." You mumbled, and he laughed a bit at that. "can take it.." You said bratty as ever, feeding his ego to no ends. "Wanna have it- you.. you gon' give it right? 'm good.." You said, having troubles keeping your hands under your back just like he told you to, grabbing the sheets underneath you instead to have something to keep yourself grounded.

Jungkook couldn't stop smiling. You didn't even know what you were asking for, yet you seemed so drowned in trust with him, that you simply gave him the right to do anything he wanted with you. "You sure?" He said, and smiled at the way you nodded again with your eyes closed. He moved away after that, shedding his pants before he walked over to his bedside table, fishing out a condom, before moving back to you, your eyes now on him, or more than that, on his very apparent bulge his boxers failed to conceal. Maybe you really did ask for more than you could take. Quite literally. Sensing your growing uneasiness he simply discarded his underwear, cock finally springing free, slapping soundlessly against his abdomen before he sat between your legs again. You made grabby hands for the foil package in his hands, somehow wanting to slip it onto him, yet he shook his head amused. "Nuh-uh baby. I'm afraid if you touch me right now I'll just embarrass myself and come straight away." He said, and you giggled at that. The sound of it brought him back at ease, his little joke having helped to calm you down at least a little bit. He knew this was a big thing, especially for someone like you- and it made him feel even a bit pressured if he was honest. He was slow when he dipped his head inside, your body instinctively trying to move away a bit, but you forced yourself to stay still, eyes now pressed close. Moving around a bit he kept one hand around the base of himself, the other steadying himself next to your shoulder, kissing you on your lips for the first time since you both started, surprising you enough to not notice how he somehow began to glide into you with the help of your arousal and the lubricant of the condom around him. He groaned, the first actual noise he'd made you could tie to his pleasure, and your breathing picked up once you noticed how full you felt. Gasping several times he suddenly started to laugh, making you giggle as well, even though you didn't knew what was so funny in that situation. "God- ugh.. your- fuck you're tight.." He pressed out, fighting hard against his hips' own mind yelling at him to move, to wreck you, to utterly ruin you. But he couldn't allow himself to do that- reassuring himself that he would have time for that at a later date. He slowly started to move around after he calmed down enough, keeping his speed down to keep it gentle for you. "I- fuck.." He started, having to talk to stretch his patience out, and to also ease your mild pain a little bit. "Let's- ugh.. Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I.. god-" He said, and you nodded, moaning in your delicate pitch he oh so loved. "Gonna be all romantic and shit- fuck- gonna treat you like- for Mcdonald's or some shit." He said, making you both laugh between gasps of pleasure, your hands suddenly frantically moving around the sheets, legs shaking as he began to speed up his pace. You didn't knew what an orgasm would feel like, or how you knew you would have one, but you gasped, chocking on unshed tears in frustration as you noticed that you couldn't tumble over that delicious edge, and Jungkook noticed, cooing at you. "Ah, my baby can't come without her little clit being touched?" He said, kissing the side of your neck, biting the skin teasingly before sucking a hickey on your collarbone, his hands now grabbing yours, fingers intertwining with his, before moving them around his neck, sensing how you wanted to be closer to him, even though that hardly seemed possible. "Come for me baby, you can do it." He said, kissing your shoulder as if to make up for his mark he'd left, his hand now reaching between your bodies, only needing to put a bit of pressure on your little nub to send you flying. You moaned out loud, uncaring on how you sounded, clinging onto him for dear life, his own release making him groan out as well.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently- your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him. "You did so, so good baby." He gently whispered between your breaths still coming out a little faster than they should. "To be honest I actually was kind of worried you wouldn't be able to take it. I'm impressed princess." He said, making you giggle. You still weren't quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down- slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again.

"Hey, Jungkookie.." You started with that nickname Taehyung always teased him with, yet you would get away with it anytime on his watch. He simply moved his head to look at you, even if you weren't at him. "Did you.. like, mean it? Are we.. a couple now, or?" You started a bit too softly, yet you didn't have to be scared of his answer to that.

He took a deep breath, before yawning a bit. "If you want us to be. I know I want to." He started, brushing some hair away from your eyes. You looked at him, big eyes so innocent like he didn't just fuck you into his mattress literally minutes ago.

"I want to!" You immediately said, making him chuckle and place a kiss on your nose, receiving a giggle at that, before you tensed up. He raised his eyebrows at that, before you looked at him surprised. "My legs are all- tingly.. Jungkook did you break me- HEY don't laugh!" You said, but he couldn't help himself.

He threw his head back, laughing his admittedly cute open laugh, before wrapping his arms around your body. "God I love you." He simply said, making you smile.

"Hey Jungkookie?" You said after a bit.

"Yeah Princess?" He answered.

"That McDonald's date still stands, right?" You said with a small voice, making him snort.

"Anything you want princess. Anything you want."

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@mrcleanheichou @sugasbratz @sassysaxsolo @bananagukkie @wh3resangel @urmomgee

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as dads... 👨🏻‍🍼

a/n; i’m sorryyy i’ve been in a fluffy mood lately I haven’t posted smut in a while but I promise I will! enjoy this though <3

soobin -

bro, he’s the clueless dad

doesn’t know anything about being a parent. is lazy about preparing to be a dad but he has a few tricks up his sleeve

everything would fluster the hell out of him. when the baby poops, when the baby pees, when they baby pukes, or when the baby cries he’d get surprised about it every single time as if it doesn’t happen

you know those type of dads where everything is literally a learning moment for them? yes, that’s soobin

is a dorky dad

his children will most likely own him, he won’t own his children

type of dad that gets beat up by his toddler kids for absolutely nothing

they walk in and kick him in the shin while he’s cooking

or pull his hair while he’s trying to read to them before bed

feel like his daughter would be the exact replica of him like seriously, would have his his whole entire face and matching dimples

with that being said, is an absolute sucker for his daughter

gives her anything she wants even if she’s a spoiled brat he’s scared to say no

needs his wife to teach him how to put his foot down

i feel like soobin’s son would be wild asf lmao

repeats every inappropriate thing that soobin says

“daddy? what does bullshit mean?”.

will scold his kids if they’re acting too wild but they never listen to him so it doesn’t really matter

again, he needs his wife to help discipline the kids

i know it can be quite common for parents of color (minorities) to hit their children but in my opinion I don’t really think soobin would hit his kids all that much

he  would pay a lot of attention to them though and know them like the back of his hand but he can’t really control the shit that goes on in his wild household

his wife will mainly come home every night to a messy kitchen and messy living room with soobin passed out on the couch and the kids curled on top of him snoring

all in all he loves them though, they’re his babies <3

yeonjun --

honestly, yeonjun is a pretty attentive father

i think he would be veryyyyy playful and affectionate

would want to do EVERYTHING with the baby

want to cook, want to clean, want to watch tv, want to talk to him/her and hold them all the time

has separation anxiety when his children are away from him for too long

even if he’s at work he’ll face time his wife often just so he can see the baby

if he takes his kids to the park he’s literally watching their every move

will still hug and kiss them on their cheeks and forehead no matter how old they get

extremely overprotective

no really, don’t touch yeonjun’s babies unless you want to die

protects his daughter from anyone that tries to date her

i think yeonjun’s son would most likely pick up one of his talents and his daughter will pick up the other

his son can sing and his daughter could dance, vice versa

encourages them to follow their dreams

supports anything and EVERYTHING they

definitely documents everything lmao, even if it’s small he’ll record or take a picture

will make a photo album of all of his children’s achievements

is the type of dad that’s always talking about his kids

literally fr--he mentions them in every conversation

he’s just a proud dad alright? don’t judge him

i think yeonjun’s children would be extremely well behaved and well kept 

mostly because yeonjun doesn’t play around LMAO

nah fr, he’s a dad that knows how to scold and punish. his kids know better than to cross him

gives his kids anything they want

takes them on vacations allllll the time 

universal studios, disney world, legoland, you name it and he already booked the trip

honestly the type of dad that’s always somewhere having fun with his kids and posting photos on social media

is IN LOVE with being a dad

beomgyu --

lmao beomie is the cool dad

literally will talk to his baby like he/she is grown 

“i’m tired of this show. you want to watch netflix? big mouth has a new episode”.

“can you stop crying? that’s weird. all you did was pee. you’re acting you’re a baby or something”.

“why don’t you just use words? tell me when you’re hungry. stop acting like you can’t talk”. (his baby is literally 2 months old)

loves sleeping with his babies the most. loves when they cuddle with him in bed and just fall asleep in his arms and on his chest

plays with them all the time, chasing them around the house playing laser tag or ‘the floor is lava’ lmao

loves playing video games with them, doesn’t let them win just because they’re young

will literally beat them in every game with no remorse, he just tells them they have to learn how to beat him

when they’re older he’ll literally let them do whatever they want 

“dad can I go to a party?”.  “sure whatever”.

“dad I’m going to a club with my friends”.  “alright. be safe”.

“dad I think I’m pregnant”.   “damn how that happen? I hope your baby’s father isn’t ugly tbh”.

is the type of dad that will lie to his wife about their children’s bad grades to save their asses

always sugar coats the parent teacher conferences to his wife, telling her that they’re the star students (even if they’re bad as hell)

laughs when one of his kids curse

teaches them the cheat codes to getting what they want in life

his kids ADORE him lmfao

is the most understanding and caring dad there is

taehyun --

strict dad who is a good listener lmao

i think taehyun would be more prepared when he knows he’s about to be a parent. of course he knows he doesn’t know everything but this man would be so prepared lmao

literally would do research on different things just to try and get a better understanding of how children’s minds work

his kids would be baby geniuses please

his daughter would be playing mozart on the piano at the age of two

his son would be a mathematician at four

LMAO i feel like his kids would be smart and mean ASF

literally the bougie kids at school with the latest clothes and shoes and don’t want to associate with the dumber kids

spoiled ROTTEN by taehyun will literally call him for the smallest inconvenience

“dad can you put more money on my credit card? I’m feeling sad today”

“dad I need a spa day”.

and yes taehyun will do these things for them at the drop of a dime

i feel like he’s the type of dad that knows everything, literally can’t outsmart him

if one of his children lies he already knows that they’re lying and already has evidence to prove it

I don’t think any of his children would ever lie to him though lmao taehyun don’t play that shit

type of dad that will allow his spoiled ass kids to live in his house for as long as they want without requiring them to move out

absolutely weak for them

will set up bank accounts and college funds for them

literally does EVERYTHING for them i cannot stress this ENOUGH

will buy their first apartment if they want it

will buy them their first cars

taehyun’s kids : part time job? what’s that?

type of dad that his kids can talk about anything and everything with and they love him for it

can be a crackhead dad too, will do the craziest shit to make his kids laugh

his kids are his world <3

kai --

lmfao i feel like kai is the fine line between being prepared and not knowing what the fuck to do every second

literally needs his wife because he’ll get anxiety trying to make big decisions for them

i think he would be at his prime parenting during the toddler stage since he has a lot of energy. he would bring his kids to trampoline parks and bounce house places allllll the time

his kids’ fondest childhood memories would be somewhere in a bounce house jumping and having fun with their dad

would also love turning on a soft playlist and have coloring sessions with them

is the type to make his kids dress like him, oversized sweaters, baggy jeans and cute sneakers

would buy his kids matching outfits and toys

also would be big on accessories i think. would love buying them cute backpacks, lunchboxes, and pens and pencils lmao

i think kai’s children would be chaotic as helllllllllllll

extremely hyperactive and don’t know the concept of bedtime

has frequent food fights in the kitchen

whenever they take a bath they get suds all over the floor

they eat and nap in the kitchen cabinets even though kai specifically told them not to do that

kids would be EXTREMELY cute so it would always be hard for kai to scold them

his version of scolding is literally, “hey don’t do that”. will never yell or hit

can never find a babysitter for when him and his wife have date nights because his children are always on a rampage

and when they do have do have date nights his children always find a way to facetime him fifteen hundred times about nothing

i think out of all kids, kai’s kids would be the baddest ones in school just because of the contrast lmfaoo

his son draws curse words on his desk

his daughter gets into fights all the time

parent teacher conferences are the funniest because kai is smiling no matter how bad the teacher says his kids are

literally cannot control them LMAO

but they’re so funny and sweet to him he can’t help but become weak for them

when they’re older though I feel like they’ll mellow out only a little but still kinda rebellious 

kai is a positive dad who tries his absolute best lmao but he loves them with all his heart <3

[hangekitty]

I love that Er*n is in your no no rules- lmao.

Also may i request some soft Miche headcanons where he's comforting a female reader please? I've been very stressed from life recently and would really appreciate a bit of love and comfort from my fav character, smut is optional although i am above 18. Thank you so much in advance💛

Oh my gosh my first request thank you! And what a lovely way to start things out, I hope this brings comfort to you as I know how hard things are in life right now! And yes, we don’t accept Er*n in this house no thank you ~ 🌸

Did I listen to Bubble Gum by Clairo on loop because of the vibes? Maybe. Did I get upset writing this because I am touch starved? Also maybe 😌

Miche comforting his S/O after a bad day

Genre: fluff, NSFW 18+

Warnings: mentions of having a bad day, mental health, smut, swearing

Universe: canonverse

NSFW below the ‘read more’

SFW

Although Miche is a man of few words, he definitely knows how to show you how much he cares.

This man is a master of being able to sense whenever you’ve had a bad day, you wouldn’t even need to tell him; I suppose its because of his immaculate sense of smell, or that he takes good care to be finely in tune with your emotions.

Most of your worries and stresses stem from expeditions, having to fight off titans and watching your comrades fall certainly took a toll on your mental health; this at least was a stress you could share with Miche.

Miche’s love language is touch, so although he isn’t much of a talker, he would still want you to know that he is there for you all the same. This may look like hugs from behind, forehead kisses and holding you close to him whenever he can.

If you’re both standing, he will most definitely be the kind of guy to cuddle you and gently rock you - not quite a dance, but something that helps calm you down.

There is 110% chance that if he starts rocking you, he will rest his head on yours and hum a tune to you

Will ask Levi for your favourite kind of tea, another love language of his is acts of service. So bringing you tea, tidying your room or even cleaning your clothes without asking is a way of him showing how much he cares about you; the last thing you want to do is chores so he would run you a bath (if baths are available) and he would do the smaller things that would usually be too much effort.

Just because he is very quiet, doesn’t mean he won’t talk to you. He is more of a listener, but if you need words of affirmation or advice Miche is on it and usually says the right things. All this time of him being quiet, he has every opportunity of thinking up something to say.

Are you prone to nightmares? Miche has your back. Quite literally, he will roll over and hold you close to him. He is definitely the big spoon and will make sure to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible.

In public, if Miche notices you tensing or begin to fluster out of stress or anger, he will hold your hand. He isn’t much for PDA, however he will push himself in situations where you need him. He would often take you out of a situation or to another room and hold your hands close to his chest, rubbing your hands with his thumbs and looking in your eyes.

Bedtime is the best time for cuddles, here he will give you the maximum affection of kisses, hugs and tickling sessions.

He will stroke your hair until you fall asleep, even if he is in an uncomfortable position, once he knows you are asleep he won’t budge.

Miche has a habit of holding you close to him when you are stressed and smelling your hair or rubbing his stubble on your exposed neck. You can’t help but giggle, even when sometimes you wanna be angry, this man never fails to make you smile.

If you suffer with panic attacks, Miche knows exactly what to do to help you. Whether grounding helps, giving you space or words of affirmations this man has it together and will do whatever he can to help. At first he might of been a nervous wreck, anxious to make sure he gets it right, but as you trust him, you tell him how he can help in that situation and Miche learns it and etches it into his brain.

“There’s my girl”

Bunny kisses! Lots of bunny kisses!

Random modern day AU head canon: this dude would turn on his LED lights and put on soft LoFi tunes on to calm you down!

NSFW

Sometimes when you are stressed, you require other means of ‘letting go’

Miche knows exactly what to do, but will wait for your social queues to make the first move

It’ll start off as giving you massages, touching you in all of your sensitive, aching areas.

You will most likely make some remarks that are passive aggressive (and suggestive) which makes Miche kinda /ZING/

He is the kind of guy who would come up behind you and lift your breasts up and claim “these are heavy, let me help you carry them” or some shit, even though you are clearly frustrated, this usually earns an annoyed giggle or two.

He will let you take control, if you have a particularly stressful day and all you want to do is have angry sex, he will let you take the reins or call all the shots. Honestly, any other time he would let you take control anyway, seeing you be so passionate is a real turn on; but given such a stressful day its sort of expected - unless you just want him to fuck you silly, he will happily oblige.

I don’t care what anyone else says but this man is canon a master of oral. With a nose like that, you could not convince me he wouldn’t use it to his full advantage okay??

He is more a giver than a receiver, so Miche would be in his personal heaven whilst giving you head. He particularly likes it when you’ve had a bad day to surprise you and lower you onto his face, you will probably squirm out of embarrassment but as soon as you’d gain your confidence he would go in hard; enjoying every bit of view he has.

If you are feeling particularly low due to a bad day, he will set up the bed with lots of pillows/blankets and have you lay down, legs open and him laying between them, licking at your pussy.

Miche is a thigh guy, a man of taste. Will leave kisses up and around your thighs before going anywhere near your pussy. He probably enjoys the smell whilst he’s down there, admiring your soft flesh and kissing every inch of you.

If you want to be in control, lets say you have a frustrating day, you would ride him. Heck, he wouldn’t even mind if you wanted to peg him. This man is up for anything and would do anything to please you.

If you want him to be in control, you’ve definitely unleashed an animal. As I’ve mentioned before, he is a giver and if he knows you’ve had a bad day, oh boy this man will do all he can to help you forget your troubles. Rough but steady is his strategy.

I promise you after a night with him in control, you won’t even remember what stress feels like.

Expect some marks, this man is a sucker and a nibbler, especially on your neck and breasts.

King of aftercare, lots of hugs and kisses; will also clean you up after any messes made.

If Miche is not a man of many words, he has them all for you in that moment. Telling you he loves you, how much you mean to him and how sorry he is that you had a bad day. “Today might have been hard, but tomorrow is another day my love”

“I’ll be right here”

I hope you enjoyed! Thanks so much for the request 🌸

[katsuflossy]

hi! could I request some hcs for bakugouand todoroki with a fem! s/o who loves to cling onto them while she’s sleepy/sleeping? thank youuu ❤️

Sleepy, Clingy S/o

Pairings: Bakugo Kastuki x reader, Todoroki Shoto x reader

TW: obscenities (Bakugo and I be cursing)

A/n: Heyyyy this has been long over dated. I haven’t gotten plenty of time to do requests and my WIPs not to mention writer’s block but I tried my best to push this one. I hope you really like it and sorry for the long wait?

Taglist: @sunset-novice-writer @goatsenpaiultimate

💥 Whole ass LIAR bro

💥 Coulda sworn he’s the head of CAPpa Alpha Psi cause he knows he’s more of a cuddler than you.

💥 Before your relationship, Bakugo could not go to sleep without clutching a pillow to his chest, chin nuzzling the top like it was the slope of a neck.

💥 Now he’s got you? And you’re as clingy as him? It’s a perfect pair.

💥 The first stages of the relationship he acts annoyed when you rest on him, eyes drooping by the minute. He’d usually suck his teeth but does nothing to move you

💥 But would Bakugo be Bakugo is he doesn’t say something? No

💥 “I told you to go to bed early last night now look at you.” “If you weren’t on that shitty phone til 2 maybe you wouldn’t look like a damn raccoon at the moment.”

💥 Just tell him to shut up and let you get some z’s, he’ll just grumble out insults and complaints before adjusting your head wherever it laid, making sure you don’t get any neck pains.

💥Now he doesn’t go to bed without you.

💥 So that means you have a 8:30 bedtime 💀

💥 He’s fine with losing 30 minutes of sleep as long as he has you in the bed with him.

💥 Favorite cuddling position is his head laying on your chest, arms wrapped around his neck and massaging his hair. It makes him feel safe, and hearing your heartbeat let’s him know that you’re alive and safe within his arms.

💥If he has to leave early, you both gotta leave early because seeing you reach out for him as he gets ready makes it really hard for him to not throw off his clothes and jump back into the bed.

💥 That being said Bakugo’s strongest kryptonite is cuddles.

💥 He’s mad at you? Withhold him from the hugs and kisses even if it physically strains you.

💥 Man will be full on pouting, stomping around the room and glaring at you even more.

💥 “Should I meet you in the bed or?” The question hasn’t vibrated through the air properly before he snatched you up and over his shoulder, marching straight towards the bed.

💥 He throws you on the bed but not before slapping you real hard on your ass (punishment I see).Your scream was muffled by Bakugo’s pectorals as he smushes you against his body, one leg already invading the space between your own.

💥“You love fucking around, huh shitty woman?” “Because they always work out to my favor in the end.” “Shut up”

💥 The night ended with you two squeezing the life out of each other. Cute?

🧊 He’s baby 🥺

🧊 He was initially uncomfortable sleeping with you

🧊 He doesn’t know how to sleep?? Like he could double for a dead person when he sleeps.

🧊 Mainly because majority of his life consisted on his father waking him up aggressively to go through the most strenuous training of the day.

🧊 So the second he feels a hand touch him while he is sleeping, he gets up violently, ready to hurdle ice shards as a defensive measure.

🧊 He needs to be reassured a thousand times before. Hold him regularly, let him know there’s no Endeavor ready to rise him out of his peace of mind for daily torture.

🧊 It’s also best if you sleep before him, allow him to view your relaxed face muscles, your steady breath, the firm but tender touch on his sleep shirt.

🧊 Seeing you peaceful will make him peaceful. This’ll release his suppressed cuddle bug that’s been waiting for ages to come out.

🧊 Yes this boy is touched starved so he’ll literally engulfs your body with his long arms and legs...It’s a cuddle competition.

🧊 And you’ll still latch onto him like a koala to a eucalyptus tree; it’s just that natural.

🧊 Favorite cuddling position is your leg laid across his stomach, his hand rubbing the small of your back and both of your faces in each of your necks

🧊 He’ll indulge in your cuddles no matter where he is. He doesn’t see a reason to hide your relationship and you’re more important than others who’re viewing your love from the outside.

🧊 You cling to him as in the middle of a study session? He has you in his lap like a big baby explaining why Midoriya needs to carry the 2 before performing the log function.

🧊He will not move a muscle once you’re knocked on him. He almost fell asleep on the lounge’s floor (like he doesn’t already) one night because you were curled up in his chest, in a blissful slumber.

🧊 On the slight chance he actually moves you, it’s because Midoriya said you may catch something from the cold floor.

🧊 And we thank Midoriya because he actually knows how to convince Half and Half

🧊 He just loves the physical contact that’s he’s been starved of for years

🧊 Please give him more 🥺🤲🏽

[bowie-boy]

The Umbrella Academy headcanons even though no one asked:

Luther:

Cishet but 100% an ally (guys he’s not homophobic he’s just low on brain cells)

Luther doesn’t totally understand his trans siblings’ gender identities at times but he will destroy absolutely anybody that misgenders them

When Diego came out as trans, he switched to the correct pronouns immediately with absolutely no hesitation

He has never slipped up with Diego’s pronouns

Same exact thing with Allison when she came out as trans

Probably didn’t sneak out of the house to go to pride parades with his siblings but covered them and made plans with Grace and Pogo to assure Reginald wouldn’t find out they were gone

Diego:

Diego is bisexual and a trans man

Diego clearly has a preference for women but has definitely been into guys (or been in relationships with them) before too

Diego is trans I will die on this hill

Because he was raised as a girl, he learned how to follow in dancing rather than lead

Klaus is actually the one that taught him how to lead in dancing

In return, Diego taught Klaus the opposite

(Really Klaus just wanted someone to dance with though)

When Grace was naming the children (Reginald would never), Diego asked her if he could have a boy name

She, of course, obliged and gave him one

Grace was ALWAYS. THERE. for Diego whenever he had dysphoria attacks or anything

She’s the one that comforted him through his first period and sewed him boy clothes

When Diego came out, Klaus asked if he could have all of Diego’s old clothes

(He got them—Diego was more than happy to give them away)

Whatever old clothes Diego didn’t give to Klaus he gave to Allison

Diego was absolutely terrified to start T because of his fear of needles

Grace was with him the whole time, and after freaking out at first, she finally helped him have his first shot

I actually have way too many trans Diego headcanons I want to share so I’ll just make a separate post later

Basically Diego is trans and I will die on this hill

Allison:

Bi trans woman!!!

Allison has a preference for men but in her long history of being a famous person has had some flings with women

Right after Diego asked for a boy’s name, Allison asked for a girl’s name

(S O L I D A R I T Y)

Just like Diego, Allison gave some of her clothes to Klaus and the rest to Diego

Reginald literally Didn’t Care that his kids were trans because he never referred to them by gender anyway, he just called them by their numbers

He did, however, refuse to allow them any surgeries because it would keep them from participating in missions for a while

(I fucking hate that bastard)

Allison rumored everyone she could in public that she had always been a girl and Diego had always been a boy

Allison is publicly out as trans (we love to see it) and if anyone tries to deny her a job because of her identity she just rumors them out of it

Klaus:

We stan a pan genderfluid icon

Klaus “had to get his jaw wired shut because he ran down the stairs in Grace’s heels” Hargreeves does not give a fuck about gender roles

(Gonna use he/him pronouns for Klaus because those are the ones he goes by in the show)

As stated above, Klaus was always interested in feminine things

Reginald kept pretty clear gender distinctions in his house (see his pants for boys/skirts for girls uniforms) and Klaus HATED it

So of course he completely spit in Reggie’s face about it and wore all of Diego’s old skirts whenever he could

And like the sister bonding scene in the hair salon?? Klaus is genderfluid come on guys

Klaus is attracted to men and women

This is basically canon based on:

In Allison’s bedtime story to Claire, Klaus flirts with a female ghost

Diego assumes that Klaus’s Vietnam lover was a woman (it’s incredibly unlikely that Diego knows nothing about his brother’s sex life or sexuality considering how open Klaus is about everything)

Klaus mentions cute cowboy ghosts in season 2

Klaus used to have a male lover that made excellent osso buco

D A V E

So yes Klaus is a pan genderfluid icon

Five:

Five is attracted to women and agender!

This lil shit doesn’t give a single fuck what pronouns you use for him

Five has been known to commit homicide purely for others’ acts of homophobia or transphobia

Not that Reginald ever really gendered his children at all rather than just calling them by their numbers, but if he ever misgendered Diego or Allison, Five was ALL OVER HIM. IMMEDIATELY!!!

This cranky old guy is full of rage—but also support for every member of the LGBTQ+ community

Ben:

Ben is definitely a bi icon

Didn’t get very much time to explore his sexuality on Earth since he died so young

As we see in season 2, Ben can catch feelings for people from afar

The first time this happened he was kinda scared, but Klaus helped him through it

The first time he fell for a guy was even scarier

It was another guy in Klaus’s rehab and Ben suddenly found himself enamored with the guy

Klaus (even though he wasn’t feeling particularly social) spent as much time with the guy as possible so that Ben could also spend more time with him

(I’m here to provide the fluffy Ben and Klaus sibling content that season 2 did not)

Vanya:

BI ICONNNNNNN

Never really opened herself up to relationships before Leonard because she felt like she didn’t deserve them

She pinned quietly from afar, though

Klaus was the first person she ever talked to about being bi

Klaus, of course, immediately accepted her and tried to help her through it

Vanya is definitely more atttacted to women than men

She’s just a bi icon what more is there to say

ADDITIONALLY:

Lila is bi as hell

Hazel and Agnes are cishet but STRONG allies

Cha Cha is (was??) asexual

Grace sewed all the kids (bar Luther, Ben because he was dead, and Five because he was missing) pride flags when they came out to her

Pogo loves them all unconditionally