#I hope one day he will be mine ;3c

[total-fandom-tr45h]

Even after Glitch kissed you once, he's still shy about giving you a flower uwu

Oh....?

What an absolute sweetheart, so adorable! I love the flower <3

[starlightparadises]

Alone with you - dbf!miguel x fem!reader (18+)

summary. - miguel promised your parents to keep an eye on you while they go on their anniversary trip paring. - miguel o'hara x reader word count. - 511 cw. - nsfw, implied age gap, breeding kink, praise kink, spanking (just one time), not proofread or translated properly (im tired LOL)

a/n - i was half asleep while writing this, regardless I hope you all enjoy my first fanfic :3c (feel free to give me suggestions on what i could work on)

It’s been hours and all you could feel is the pulsing feeling of your cunt and the large hands that had a vice grip on your thighs. Your family left hours ago and your dad’s best friend promised to keep a good eye on you while your parents went on their anniversary trip. They felt guilty leaving their baby at home by themself so they asked Miguel to keep you company for a few days despite you being a grown adult. You’re not complaining though, because you were currently folded underneath the 6’9 hunky man.

“What if my parents find out Miggy?”

Miguel tilted his head with a smirk and leaned down by your ear 

“Then we have to come clean nena, that’s no issue for you right?”

His cock slowly prodded at your sensitive hole, teasing you and making you squirm

“I’m sure your parents trust me enough to give their blessing. So I can make this tight pussy mine”

A smack lands on you, causing you to yelp and jolt

“P-Please….’ts too much” You sobbed out quietly, pawing at his hand that was currently rubbing languid circles on your bud

“Too much? You were doing so well for me a few minutes ago sweetheart, what happened?” His head rests between the nape of your neck and nips at your skin

“You can give me one more right? Damelo por favor mi cielo” He moans out quietly, making quick work of his hand and proceeding to piston his hips into yours

“Necesito mas, you’re doing so well for me” The sound of skin slapping and the wetness in between your legs was making feel like putty, causing your legs to quiver and your face to contort into bliss.

“Miguel! I…I’m so close!” You all but yelled out, intertwining your hands with his freehand

“Come for me mami, wanna feel you round and plump with my seed” His teeth puncture the skin on your neck as his tongue laps up the blood and bruise slowly appearing 

You squeezed around him and released on his length, whining and moaning from the overstimulation of his hand and cock. He came shortly after you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and repositioning his hands onto your waist

“Buena chica. You did so well.” His lips placed kisses almost sloppily onto your face and his thumbs massaged your waist, undoing the knots and cramps that appeared uninvitedly

He keeps his softened member inside for a few minutes longer to make sure that his seed ‘was being put to good use’ and slowly removed it to wipe the mess up with a damp cloth

“You’re such a good girl, always so good for me. I’ll be sure to take good care of you”

He places a soft kiss on your forehead and wraps you up in a blanket, spooning your and making you feel safe.

Your parents can take as long as they want on their trip if it meant you get to have a few more moments like this with your dad’s best friend.

[4ragon]

Hi JJ!! What about Klapollo and those funny stupid themed valentines day card packs? (Gavinners pack maybe...) I think there could be some funny klapollo shenanigans with those :3c

“Wait wait wait wait no, hold on, back up. Gaventines?!”

“Well yeah,” Trucy said, flourishing the small paper monstrosity into Apollo’s face. “What did you think it was?”

“I don’t know, a normal Valentine’s Day card?” Apollo snapped back, eyes crossed as he stared down at the card in her hands. It was purple of course, and glossy. On the front was Klavier Gavin’s smug face as he pointed, the words ‘OBJECTION! Won’t you be mine?’ emblazoned across the front. “That's not even a pun. Why the hell did you buy this?”

“Because it’s perfect!” Trucy replied with a smile, hopping up to sit on the edge of Apollo’s desk, kicking her legs. “Plus, I figured you weren’t getting any Valentine’s stuff elsewhere.”

“Why you think this thing is perfect is—hey, wait a second, what’s that supposed to mean?” Apollo protested, swiping the card out of her hands. “What makes you think I don’t get any Valentine’s stuff, huh?”

“Call it a magician’s intuition,” she replied smoothly. “Besides, I’ve never seen you in any other holiday spirit, why should this one be any different?”

Apollo grumbled, glaring at her with as much heat as he could muster. On the one hand, she had a point. On the other… “W-Well, I don’t see you rolling in Valentine’s day gifts,” he snapped.

Trucy gasped at him, and then had the audacity to pretend to look hurt. “You’re so mean sometimes, Apollo,” she murmured, lip wobbling.

Apollo narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you dare start.”

“And here I’d been hoping maybe daddy could’ve at least bought me some chocolate or something,” she continued on. “But, you know, money’s been so tight lately…”

Apollo’s jaw clenched. “Please. I’m not falling for this schtick again.”

“O-Oh, you’re right, sorry,” Trucy said softly. “Hope I didn’t ruin your day with my silly little card.”

Apollo’s eye twitched. Then, groaning, he glanced into his desk drawer. “...Listen, if you really want Valentine’s Day chocolate, I, uh…have this chocolate chip granola bar—”

“Wow, thanks, Polly!” As he pulled it out, Trucy swiped it, pulling out her magic panties. “Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to put it with the others.”

“The othe—I knew you got chocolate already!” Apollo snapped as the bar disappeared. “Give that back, you know I keep missing breakfast.”

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Almost immediately, Trucy was on her feet.

“Oh yay, there’s my other Valentine’s Day plan!”

“Are you kidding me? Who the—”

“Guten morgen, Fraulein!”

A second purple monstrosity entered the vicinity, and Apollo groaned. “Really? Gavin?”

“Ach, and Herr Forehead,” Klavier said, leaning over and waving. “What a pleasant surprise. Come here often?”

“I work here,” Apollo replied flatly. “And I know for a fact you don’t come here often, so care to explain?”

Klavier laughed. “Ah, you’re not making me feel very welcome. But, nein, I have a delivery to make.” As he said so, he pulled out a basket from behind his back, filled with chocolate-covered strawberries on wooden skewers.

For a split second, Apollo felt a shock of panic, fear, and almost hope, before Klavier turned toward Trucy. “Now Fraulein, can you make sure your father at least sees these before you start eating them?”

Trucy gasped, looking mock-offended. “Of course!”

Apollo rolled his eyes, leaning glumly on his hand. “Alright, well, is that everything? Don’t you have work to do?”

Klavier shot him that rockstar smile. “It’s true, the work never ends,” he said. “Well, I suppose I’ll…”

There was a pause, as Klavier seemed to notice something. Apollo frowned, following his line of sight. And then, he flushed. “Wait it’s not what—”

“Why Herr Forehead, is that a Gaventine’s card?” Klavier was smiling wider now, an amused gleam in his eyes. “I didn’t think you were such a fan.”

“I-I-I’m not, I was just—Trucy was—”

“Oh my gosh, Apollo!” Trucy gushed suddenly, hand over her mouth. “You got Mr. Gavin a Valentine?! That's so sweet!”

Apollo froze. “H…Huh?”

“Well.” Klavier crossed the room, leaning down, hand setting on top of the card as he leaned over Apollo’s desk. “I can’t exactly turn down a fan, can I?”

“What—But I—No!” Apollo grabbed at the card, but already Klavier had it in his grasp. “It’s not mine! Trucy was—I didn’t—I wouldn’t spend my money on that!”

“Now Herr Forehead, there’s no need to be so modest,” Klavier said, flipping open the card with his thumb. “I don’t mind that…”

And then Klavier trailed off. Apollo watched as Klavier’s eyes scanned the paper. As he did, his face seemed to change. The smile slowly faded. His eyes widened slightly.

Suddenly, Apollo was sweating. “A-A-Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is, uh, that’s not, um…Prosecutor Gavin…?”

“...Well.” Klavier blinked. He looked up at Apollo. Down at the card. Up at Apollo again. And then he coughed, smiling a bit, not his usual rockstar grin but something a little more subdued. “I-I didn’t think—err…” Another cough, and Klavier straightened up, and, wait, was he blushing…? “Danke, Apollo, that’s…that’s very sweet of you.”

“...huh?”

“Does six o’clock work for you, perhaps? I was thinking about working late, but I suppose Valentine’s Day only comes once a year.”

Apollo blinked. Apollo blinked again. “S…Six?”

“Ach, good, six it is then.”

“What?”

“Oh, Mr. Gavin!” Trucy interrupted suddenly, making Apollo jump because oh yeah Trucy was there. “Don’t you need to get back to the Prosecutor’s office?”

“Ach, you’re right, I’m already running behind schedule. Herr Edgeworth isn’t a fan of tardiness.” He turned, card still clutched in his hand. “I’ll see you tonight, Herr Forehead.”

“Wha—Wait—I dont—”

And then Klavier was gone, out the door, whistling something Apollo couldn’t quite place.

Apollo stared as the door swung shut by itself. He already felt himself breaking into a cold sweat. “Trucy, what did you write on that card?”

“What card?” Trucy quipped, walking off with her edible arrangement under her arm.

[tyunn1ngz]

not sure if u write for transmasc reader but imagine one of the boys worshipping you and fucking you senseless while telling you that ur their good boy (+ whatever dynamic bc im a sucker for couple dynamics 😋)

im nonbinary w bad dysphoria days and love being called a boy as well as everything else i write of course i will talk abt this happy pride month to my fellas i love u so so much!!!!!!!!!! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

taking my default route of making this abt kai but despite biased i can also just very much see him in this kind of role </3 (who else literally cried over sk8r boi cover and hearing ‘tough luck that boy’s mine now’ bc i did LOL)

kai who loves his pretty boy more than anything on this earth, who looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky yourself, who just can’t believe his luck because someone as lovely as you wants to be with him. he doesn’t realise how lucky you are to have him just as much! :((

kai who is so gentle when it comes to exploring your body, so tender with how he touches and always wary about where you would want him to touch. always wanting to undress you, every inch of exposed skin so so stunning to him— but if you need anything left on he’ll work his way around it to make you feel good anyway. (ex. will let you hump against him in just your underwear til you shake and cum on him, and he doesn’t even ask for anything back :((( just so enamoured w wanting u to have experiences with unadultered pleasure because you deserve it as much as anyone else)

kai who asks you to let him eat you out, sometimes posing it as ‘sucking you off’ just to make you breathe a little harder. kai who’s so enthusiastic as he gives you head, holding your hands and moaning into your cunt because fuck, you taste so good. your voice sounds so hot, you’re so hot. the prettiest boy he’s ever fucking seen.

kai who pushes his cock inside with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard, hands gripping at any part of you he could possibly grab at as he shakes and trembles. so needy and already breaking apart at the seams just seeing how fucked out you get from having him inside you.

kai who loses his control and starts fucking you with reckless abandon once he realises you can take it. and fuck do you take it, you take it better than anyone. such a good boy, his good boy.

nothing in kai’s head but ‘mine, mine, mine’ as he rails into you, panting into your mouth and pawing at your chest if you’ll let him. so possessive because he knows to thank his lucky stars every night, and even just the amount of trust you have in him brings him so much closer to the edge. not that he’d ever admit that, scared that him making a deal out of it would even remotely spook you.

‘so beautiful, so perfect. perfect boy for me, nobody compares. my good boy— ah! takes me so well. my pretty boyfriend. love you so much. feels so good, love you, love you, wanna feel you cum. need it.’ he’ll babble, a hand between your thighs to help you over the edge of your orgasm as he thumbs at your clit, or sometimes even calling it your cock just to see how you’ll react :3c

expect your legs to be out of commission by the end of the night, but it’s okay because he just beams at you, flushed cheeks scrunching up with his smile as he pratically throws you over his shoulder.

‘you’re my pretty prince to carry everywhere anyway.’

got a little out of hand w this one … hope u like it ! AHAHAHA

[starleska]

Listen maybe I was too quick to judge you cause. these are my F/Os right now. These are the men I'm going absolutely feral for. There's no hope for me 😭

It's their personalities I swearrrrr, tom nook's dad bod has me 👀 tho I can't lie

ahahaHAAA!!! 🫵🫵🫵 see what i mean about throwing stones in glass houses, sweetheart? every moment you spend wondering why someone enjoys a weird little character, you're a moment closer to being into one yourself 😉 however - i love this so much. impeccable taste, and not unusual in the slightest - i know tonnes of lovely folks who have it bad for Tom Nook 🙈💖 we all love a capitalist, don't we? and OHHHH BLATHERS MY DARLING....!!!! he never quite hit f/o status for me (as i have another quite strong Animal Crossing favourite) but he could tip over one day, he's just so enthusiastic and cute 🥰💖 might i share this wonderful song by TheStupendium, from Blathers' point of view? always puts a smile on my face :3c (Stupes also has one for Tom Nook, but it's much more grim 😂)

i think everyone deserves an Animal Crossing f/o for happy purposes!!! mine is Klaus...i just think he's very handsome 🙈💖

[mochiwrites]

Absolutely Screaming over your epic au, like!!! Ahhh!!! It’s been a brewing hyperfixation of mine for so long mochi I am So Excited! AND THE WRITING??? THE MONSTER??? SCAR THROWING AWAY MERCY? IM CRYING “he thinks of grian” I’m sobbing I love them so much my God!

Also!! L O V E Jimmy as Hermes!!! Bdubs as Polities what if I Cried?? Mochi….mochi your mind!! (Also I hope you’re having a lovely day!!!)- 🌸

EHEHEHEHEHE >:3c

monster is one of my FAVORITE songs from act one, frothing at the mouth over it. we all know how insane I am over themes of humanity and monstrosity and ruthlessness MMMMMMMMMMMM

I've been skipping around different scenes to write but rn I've mainly been focusing on life post scar coming home <3 a lot of it is scar dealing with trauma, bonding with his son, being soft with grian, and being visited by some of the gods, who learn humanity through scar and his family <3

but I do want to write little bits actually based on the musical (i.e. the monster drabble I did today). def intend to write something with scar interacting with all of the gods hehehehe. right now I'm so enamored with scar and pearl's (athena) dynamic...

have some snippets of two things I've got cooking ehehe :3

[zantedeschia-praesul]

04 (for saseki) , 13 (for nagasone feat: yuichi :3c), 18 (for mutsu) (sowwy for so many askdkfksf)

@kowaindar0u

"Dear Diary..."

THIS COULD GET LONG SO HERE WE GO!

04.     entry made after experiencing a nightmare. (Saseki)

(The penmanship was clearly different from the sage's own, yet the memories belonged to Saseki...)

...my poor incarnate...even riddled with nightmares he still insisted on writing it down as a reminder to himself...yet he couldn't bring himself to do it on his own...

I had him put to sleep for a few nights, so now I am his "eyes" for the time being. And the nightmares he had...I can't help but feel sad for him. He had saved his swords by means of a bloody scroll seal...even now as I look at his left palm, this is not a scar a man of the arts like him should even need to endure...his is a nurturing hand, unlike mine...and yet...he and I are one and the same...

He was screaming, crying in his sleep...of not being able to save Nagasone and Yamatonokami in time...of losing them into the dark...and fearing that the same might happen to Kashuu and the others...

His men are safe now...in the next couple of nights he will be able to release Yamatonokami from his scroll...but I fear something far sinister might happen in the near future...

13.     entry made featuring mention of (sender’s) muse. (Nagasone)

(dated somewhere around summer)

Saseki came to Atami again, but this time it's for a college trip. Saw him on his own so I'm guessing it's one of those free times when he could just stroll by himself before going back to his batchmates.

I could listen to him prattling all day, honestly. Looking at him with those enthusiastic eyes, talking about his art projects, about his best friend Yuichi, just about everything really...half the time I'm glad that Kamakura is just a 2-hour drive from Izu so I can basically drive up whenever I want.

Then he said something along the lines of "You should meet him tho! He's really sweet, you're gonna love him."

From how he talks about his best friend, I can already tell Yuichi's a good person, someone Saseki really adores and appreciates. If someone like him can bring out this much joy from Sase...

I really think I will enjoy getting to know Yuichi.

18.     entry made featuring sadness. (Mutsunokami)

(dated around winter, after the Bunkyuu Tosa-han mission)

I usually don't write about the sad or angry things I feel in this journal...but I guess one of these days I might just have to...

This is probably gonna be short...but I still can't shake off this dread...this...is this sadness...?

I know it's the Revisionists that tried to ruin the timeline...but to have them manifest into...into him...

And the fact that I was the only one who could take it down...

I guess it made my heart hurt...having to face the enemies impersonating one of the people who mattered the most to you regardless of the past or the present...

I can't deny they're getting more sinister by the day...I only hope that, no matter what comes along after this...we'll be able to face it without...without giving in to our grief...

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 103. brb x oc

a/n: oh boy fluff.....are you guys ready for next chapter's angst?

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none,everything is all good............. :3c

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Nicole was getting bigger every day, and with December finally on the corner, Beatrice had to buy more clothes for their now six months old baby. And Nicole, ever since she started talking, was much more active than she thought she’d ever be, all the more alert too.

“Thanks for joining me,Ev.” she says as she holds up a tiny shirt in front of her eyes, “With Roos working and Shells asleep I didn’t want to be here alone.”

Evelyn just smiles as she leans over the edge of the shopping cart, “It’s no problem, you were with me when I chose mine.” she explained, grinning down at Nicole who just stared back with her big eyes, “She’s so cute,Bea.”

“She is.” Beatrice says proudly, “Sometimes I can’t believe she’s mine and Rooster’s. We created this adorable little being.” as if on cue Nicole gurgles a laugh, shaking her monkey toy so its tinkle echoed all over the aisle they were currently at, “Anyway, how are you feeling though? It’s been…two months now,right?”

Evelyn looks down at her stomach, just a tiny bump that protruded against the lycra pants, “Everything is fine, ultrasounds have been doing great. Jake is…excited, he already told his mom and his sister and we decided we don’t wanna find the gender out. Unless we accidentally do, but everything is fine.”

“That’s good Ev!” Beatrice grins, “Are you coming to Marcus’ launch party next week?”

“You bet I am.” Evelyn chuckles, following Beatrice as she picked more clothes to plop in the cart, “Marcus is very excited about it, you did a wonderful job.”

Beatrice was still nervous when getting compliments about her art but she accepted it with a smile and a light red blush. She was just nervous about what others would think about it, which she shouldn’t, she should just accept she did a good job and Marcus liked it, “Thank you. I hope the photoshoot was good too.”

“Are you kidding? You know you are Marcus’ favorite.” cue to another blush, “And he didn’t want to show anyone them yet because he wanted to see Rooster’s reaction firsthand.”

“Oh?”

‘He finds you two absolutely adorable, he told me.” Evelyn smiles, no malice or contempt in her voice when she says so, “You two are the modern love story everyone should go for. Honestly.”

Beatrice’s blush darkens because she does feel like she and Rooster were a modern love story like that. Sometimes it feels too unreal and it was crazy how happy she was with him - well, maybe not that crazy.

“You know…ever since I started dating Rooster my life just…changed.” she murmurs, looking at the tiny shoes she had in her hands, “I…I am so happy at the Hard Deck but I also can work with Marcus because Penny is an amazing boss…and I got married, and I had a baby and–”

“You never thought you’d have that.’

“No.” Bea admits sheepishly, “But I’m reminding myself I’m worthy of good things and I’m worthy of Rooster. I’m worthy of his love and his presence.”

“And I’m sure he feels the same way.”

Beatrice just grins more, partially covering her face with her hands because she still felt so giddy talking about him. It was such a magical feeling, like the fairy tales she read when she was child, she had her very own prince and treasure, “He does, he makes sure to let me know every time.” she giggles, placing the outfits inside the cart, “Do you feel like having lunch? I can pay for all this and we can figure something else to do later.”

Evelyn agrees and they go for the cashier, Beatrice removing Nicole from the cart and holding her close to her chest as she placed everything on the counter. It doesn’t take too long for them to leave the store, thanking the ladies inside and marching to the food court, chatting amongst themselves.

Beatrice however does a double take when she notices a new store with dark purples and blues and a large sign on top. The sign had hands hovering above a crystal ball, the words ‘The Crystal Hut’ were below the figures, “Huh, that’s new,right?”

“Wha?” Evelyn turns towards the shop as well, “Huh, it is,I’ve never seen it before.” she takes a look on the shelves that weren’t hidden by the dark curtains on the storefront, “Nice candles, maybe we can take a look after?”

“Yeah, sure,I don’t see why not.” Beatrice wonders if her aunt knew about this shop, it really seemed like something she’d love to visit one day. She gives the store one final look before the two walk away towards the food court, furrowing her brows because something about that store made her wonder why she had never seen it before.

Okay, it was new, but the mall wasn’t the type to have these sort of esoteric shops hanging around.

She blinked a bit, then shrugged, choosing to ignore that for now.

“I’m going to send Roos a message, what do you wanna eat,Ev?”

“Uh…I don’t know, probably some burgers.” her friend muttered, “With bacon fries. A lot of bacon fries.”

Ah,the urges were starting early. Beatrice suggested a random fast food restaurant as she pulled out her phone, smiling when Nicole tapped the screen the second she saw Rooster’s picture, “Yes,honey,it’s daddy. It is daddy.”

‘Dada!”

“Hmhm,it’s dada!”

Nicole vocalizes more, giggling when her mother moves the cell phone around her and Nicole tries her hardest to grab it just so she could see her father again, “Come on, help me text daddy,” she moves the phone closer, her daughter stares for a second so Beatrice has to gently press her small finger on the screen so a letter showed up.

Nicole gasps, now extremely excited about it and ready to see more of what this strange thing had in store.

Beatrice just allowed her daughter to keysmash for a few seconds, biting her lip to hold back her smile as she noticed that Nicole found emojis and was now sending Rooster the prettiest ones she could.

Bea (12:12)

Bottlebottlecar@@@@aswww11111boat?Orang.y89yh2y98hedyq229010111🤡👽 👑🚣🏻222211vrewewwcarcarcardogpool

Beatrice waited with her smile still present. Rooster’s bubble appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again a few times and she was sure her husband was having a hard time understanding what was going on.

Roos (12:15)

Bea…?

Roos (12:15)

What…is happening? Is your phone okay?

Beatrice giggled alongside Nicole who was just amused by her mother’s face, babbling happily before she brought the phone to her lips for text to speech.

Bea (12:19)

Oh,Roos.I’m sorry! That was just Nikki discovering the wonders of technology yes honey I’m talking to daddy right now. We are just sending you a message to say we love you a lot and miss you.How’s your day going? Good?

Roos (12:20)

Oh my god, that’s so precious. Holy shit she’s so smart. And my day is doing well, mentally preparing for the…classes I’ll join Mav in a few. But I’m fine.Are you two having fun?

Bea (12:21)

Absolutely. Nikki is a great companion and Evelyn is enjoying herself too. I bought new clothes for Nikki and she’s been having a blast. And I’m glad you are okay! :) You’ll do great,babe!

Roos (12:22)

Thank you gorgeous.I hope so…I don’t know why I’m so nervous.

Bea (12:22)

Well, I think it’s mainly because you didn’t do this in a long while,Roos.

Bea (12:23)

And well, because of Mav too. Did you talk to him at all?

Roos (12:23)

No. Should I even do that? Idk if he’s going to get it. Maybe after the instruction we can talk.

Bea (12:23)

Well if you are sure, handsome. I just want you to be okay…but on brighter news! We got the confirmation for Virginia! :) I just checked your email this morning and saw it.

Roos (12:25)

Oh sweet! Great, thanks for doing that, gorgeous. Really appreciate it.

Bea (12:26)

You don’t have to thank me Roos. By the way, I already got your Christmas gift! It’s all wrapped up and nicely hidden so you won’t ever find it.

Roos (12:26)

Aw :( not even a hint?

Bea (12:27)

Nope!

She was still smiling when the waitress places their food in front of them one of her hands already holding on Nicole when her daughter tried to reach the french fries much for Evelyn’s amusement.

Roos (12:28)

Can I get it out of you?;) You know I’m good with that. 

Bea (12:28)

You can try but you’ll achieve nothing,Lieutenant Bradshaw.

Roos (12:29)

Babe I’m in the middle of the cafeteria. That’s cruel.

Bea (12:29)

I can be and you love it.

Roos (12:30)

That I do…I gotta finish things up here though, talk to you later gorgeous?

Bea (12:30)

Of course Roos :) We love you!

Roos (12:31)

Oh I love you guys too &lt;3

She was still smiling when she put the phone in her bag and then placed the bag between her legs. Beatrice did a little shimmy out of pure elation before she took a bite of her fries, looking up only to see Evelyn’s knowing smirk,”You two are so gross.” her friend chuckles, “It’s adorable.”

“Well,” Beatrice swallows and then adjusts Nikki in her arm, “He does that to me…plus you and Jake are pretty cute too.”

Of course the level of PDA Evelyn and Jake shared was anything but alike to what Bea and Rooster had, Jake still liked touching Evelyn and loved to have her close by but he was a lot…calmer than her husband was. And honestly, it worked for her friend,” So, when is the wedding again?” Beatrice asks, “February?”

“That’s the plan, we want Jake’s whole family to come and both sides of mine want to be here, we’d need time to schedule everything because it’s a lot of people.” Evelyn explains, sipping her Sprite, “It’s not like your wedding, we wouldn’t need to rent a stadium in any case, but it’s a lot of people.”

Beatrice just smiles sweetly at her friend, “Well,I know it’ll be amazing. Anything planned for our bachelorette party?”

“I want to stay home,” Evelyn begins, gesturing to Beatrice with a nugget, “I want to sleep and I want to eat red velvet cake. That’s all I want. There’s not a lot i want to do now that I have a little bean inside of me.” she explains, “Plus, you know I prefer to chill than party most of the time, your wedding was the only time I actually had fun.”

“Well,I’m really happy to know that.” Nicole’s ‘mama’ only made Beatrice lift the soda cup to her lips when the little baby tried to grab the straw, “I know it’ll be amazing. And…how’s your dad now? Is he okay with you and Jake?”

“He was already better then but…I think now he finally gets it.” she smiles a bit, an almost thankful shadow passing over her face, “I…I’m just happy he’ll walk me down the aisle, that’s all…and my grandpa will be there too, so yeah.”

“I’m really happy for you Ev.”

Evelyn smiles more, wiping her fingers on her napkin and then sighing, “I feel at peace.” she murmured, “And now we just have to wait when will Shells and Bob tie the knot.”

“I don’t think they will so soon.”

“Oh please, really?”

“We know how Shells is.” Bea shrugs, “She’d much rather enjoy what they have now than to-” she curls and relaxes her fingers “ ‘settle down to boredom’. Even if Bob is anything but boring to her.” her daughter tries to grab her soda again and Beatrice just kisses the top of her head and laughs, “I think it’ll take a while still.”

“Hm,maybe.”

“How’s the baby treating you though?”

“Honestly?” Bea nods, “I’ve been having cravings. I ate a whole bag of banana chips in one sitting and I sprayed whipped cream in my mouth at three in the morning…isn’t it too early to have cravings?”

Beatrice shrugs, “I had mine before I even knew I was pregnant with Nicole.” she says,the little girl in question muttering a ‘mama’ that neared annoyance because she kept being moved around in her mother’s lap, only stopping when Beatrice shook the rubber monkey on her face, making the little girl immediately grab and chomp on it, “You remember.”

“Yeah, you stopped drinking.” Evelyn recalls, “And you started hating sushi.”

“A mistake I’ll never forgive myself for.”

Both women shared a laugh and Evelyn lowered her eyes to her stomach, “...I don’t mind, Jake doesn’t mind either…but besides that I’m not having nausea or anything, not yet at least.”

Beatrice was happy to see that Evelyn was coming to terms with her newfound pregnancy, in fact she sounded way happier than she was a few months back. It was just the shock taking over, Beatrice thought.

After their lunch, which was really good and Nikki even had some fresh peach puree while her mother ate that less than healthy but clearly delicious lunch, they went back to the esoteric store. Thankfully the incense smell was less intense than any other store the two been to before, it wasn’t nauseating and it wasn’t irritating Nikki so that was good enough.

A young woman, with long hair to her waist and a dress that resembles something Stevie Nicks would wear, smiled at them, “Hello, welcome,welcome. Do you know what you are looking for?” Evelyn opens her mouth to answer, only for the woman to smile, “You, you like candles…cinnamon and…jasmine. We just got new arrivals this week.”

Evelyn didn’t look amused, nor impressed,”You just saw me looking through the glass…but you are right I do like those.” 

“And you,” the woman turns to Bea, “You…lavender, but you don’t like candles. You prefer oils and lotions and soaps. And you enjoy chamomile too, because it relaxes you.”

While she could understand Evelyn, Beatrice didn’t approach the storefront to check what was inside, she just blinked owlishly at the woman while holding a curious Nikki in her arms, “W-Well,um…y-yeah.”

“And cotton flower.” the woman grins at Nicole, “For your baby.”

Nicole vocalized something while her mother just stared, dumbfounded as the woman spoke to her, Beatrice’s jaw falling open because how did she– maybe she flicked her eyes around quickly and the woman noticed what she was looking at? It had to be, ‘Um…I-I think I’m okay.” she laughs nervously, hugging Nicole closer to herself, “I’m just here with my friend.”

“Ah,of course.” but the woman’s mysterious smile hadn’t changed, in fact her eyes moved to Evelyn, “Congratulations on your pregnancy, it’ll be a very healthy baby.” Evelyn’s tossed ‘thank you’ meant she wasn’t really paying attention, too busy checking the scented candles. Beatrice squirmed a bit, chewing her lower lip as she tried to appear busy, but the woman had other plans, “My name is Opal.” she said with the same grin.

“Um…I’m Beatrice, that’s Evelyn and this is Nicole.”

“Hm…yes, a B showed up in my mind.”

Oh God it’s like talking to her aunt.

“And…your husband, he’s a B too,no?” Beatrice furrowed her brows because how did she know about Brad? “Yes…meant to happen.”

“I’m sorry?”

Opal smiles more, “You two,” she says, “Were meant to happen. Your souls are connected, locked,” she locks her own fingers for emphasis, “You were meant to find one another, always and in every life.” 

Well, that her aunt told her about, in fact she was…always talking about it when she first met Brad. “...that’s…really nice, thank you.”

“You are welcome…now, would you like anything?” Beatrice looks around a bit, then she locks eyes with a specific aftershave lotion that looked really,really nice and perfect for Brad, “Yeah, actually.” she smiles, cheeks flushing, “I think I’ll take something, yes.”

[mickmundy]

hiii, i really love your interpretation of spy and i love hearing you talk about him. he's sooo mischaracterized most of the time that it really hinders my enjoyment of fan material. I would live to hear you talk more about him (or spoovy hehe)

EEE SHRIEKS THANK YOU SO MUCH MY FRIEDN ;u; that means the world to me!! i'm always happy to hear that people like my thoughts on the mercs!! ;;; and i completely get that, i do the same with characters i love for that very reason! :/ buuut that's why i gotta make what i wanna see, heheehe!! >:)c i'm so happy you enjoy my characterization, i'm so honored!! ;;; <3333 i am also SO sorry that i've kept you waiting for so long, but i am so happy to finally be able to take time and answer!! :-)

i've covered a lot of bases with spy in terms of what i've posted about him kind of superficially, so perhaps i'll delve into things a little more specifically! i hope this is okay! ;o; <3333 some big headcanon chunks and some spoovy >:3 HEHEHE!

i often think about how spy operates in terms of how he expresses generosity... while he's obviously very guilty of bombarding his loved ones with gifts, food, whatever their heart could possibly desire (even if heavy insists that spy doesn't need to do any of that for him!), i think that's reserved solely for his romantic partner(s)... like heavy and scout's mom! >:3c hehe... as for anyone else, i think he prefers to control how his kindness is perceived (and if it's perceived at all!)...

i've mentioned before but little things liiiike:

taking pyro's sweets out of the oven before they burn

replacing engineer's wrench that he swore he'd lost forever (spy found it and put it in the right place on engie's tool wall)...

making sure scout always has a cold can of bonk in the fridge

and so on!

and he never wants any of them to know that those random acts of kindness come from him! he also sometimes takes it upon himself to "gently interfere" (despite his insistence that he hates doing that or refuses to do that!) in some of the affairs of his friends... a personal favorite of mine goes like this:

spy knows sniper has a hard time expressing his emotions or being vulnerable and gets kinda stubborn about it

spy "lets it slip" to medic in passing that sniper sleeps with a stuffed animal

sniper gets embarrassed and is like "SPY!!!! >:/"

medic gives sniper puppy dog eyes and is like "oh, hoo! can i please see him! ;o;" and sniper's like ";-;... really... well.. alright..." and shows him and they have a lovely night together in his van of sniper telling medic about his childhood or some kind of anecdote and getting Vulnerable and medic pulls a little suture kit out of his pocket and is like "he certainly looks well-loved... perhaps i could sew some of these (misc rips and tears and Worn Down Spots) up for him? hmm?" and sniper's like ";_; you'd do that.?.." (sniper can sew but he just never got around to repairing his lil friend) and medic is like "certainly! uUu you needn't worry, he'll be in good hands." and winks and sniper takes medic's hands in his own and kisses them and murmurs "the best.. <3" against them and then watches medic "operate"... hehehe... to which he of course does a perfect job and its very cute/intimate/romantic for both of them!

next day sniper and spy are taking a smoke break together and spy's like "... well, how did it go?" and sniper's like "how did what go- OAO WAIT..." and spy smirks and blows smoke away from their faces and hums and is like "i see. a success, then? i hope you had a good night." and sniper's like ">//M//<... yeah... we did... thanks, spy..."

like spy will sometimes just take it upon himself to push some relationships forward or do little things that he knows will improve the lives of those around him but asks for no credit in doing so... and this is where i think heavy would start to really notice him in a romantic kind of way.. he admires that spy can be flamboyantly generous but that his real bread and butter is being Anonymously (or, in a Roundabout Way) Kind... i think that kind of thing would go a long way with heavy and he'd respect it... actions speaking louder than being able to Brag that you did them and so on..

heavy confronts spy about it one time.. they're in the kitchen together and heavy sees a cloaked spy loading a few bonk cans (they're floating into the fridge from the pack scout left on the counter) and heavy grins and is like "excuse me, impressively floating cans. i would like to make a sandwich." and takes out everything he needs and moves aside so that spy can continue and has his back to spy and he can hear spy finish and close the fridge and go to dart out of the room but heavy's like "scout will be happy for cold drink. he is lucky you are watching out for him." and of course everyone (including heavy and spy) know spy is no dad of the year and that historically spy doesn't have a great track record of watching out for scout but he's trying now... and that's what heavy's acknowledging.. and spy doesn't say anything and slips out and spends the next like 2 weeks thinking about heavy and what he said, wondering if heavy will say anything to anyone or expose him.. but he doesn't. he figures spy has his reasons and respects them.

then heavy decides to go and make another sandwich a few weeks after and sits down at one of the mess hall tables first and puts his book down, starts making tea first, preparing the kettle.. and he goes to make his sandwich and he sees the ingredients floating out of the fridge and slowly making themselves into a sandwich, just the way he likes it... perfect ratio of sauces and toppings, olive meticulously skewered with a toothpick on each piece... cut neatly into four little triangles, instead of his usual two. just enough of a difference for it to be Clearly From Spy (as if it was any mystery). spy then places a glass of wine that compliments the flavors of the sandwich (spy's personal recommendation of course) beside it on the table..

heavy smiles warmly and the kettle is whistling and heavy doesn't even notice as he takes a bite of one of the sandwich pieces and he swears it tastes better since spy made it.. takes a sip of the wine and it's perfect... an absolute delight.. and he's not even typically a wine drinker but oh my gosh. and the kettle is still whistling and heavy finally notices and is like oh! and looks over and sees, through the steam, a red suited sleeve (the rest of his body is still cloaked) take it off of the stove and heavy smiles lovingly and is like "thank you, spy." and keeps eating and taking his time, savoring it... and spy's still cloaked but he feels spy brush the tips of his fingers over his broad back and hears a gentle "de rien." before the door opens and closes.. and now it makes heavy think of spy... that gentle touch with those poised and graceful fingers... how he typically hated being touched on the back, but how he loved how spy had done it just then... HEHEHE...

[shirogane-oushirou]

poppy red, chocolate cosmos, and maroon for ren? :3c

nick my friend nick~!! hope you're having a friend lead-up to valentines day with kylar and rika and the squid kids~~~! you're going to have a busy day KJNASKJDN. 🙏🏻💕 ty for the ask!!!

Poppy Red: How familiar is your f/o about Valentine's Day or their source's equivalent of it? What's their opinion of it?

ren has had a number of partners in the past, and so has had multiple experiences with valentines day, ranging from "that was... fine...!" to "DISASTER" :'( he tried to make up for a socially isolated childhood by finding Someone. Anyone. to be in a relationship with, and he'd often flip from completely overdoing things to trying to play it too casual. his partners would inevitably leave feeling some level of disappointed... so the day's somewhat tainted by bad memories. that plus his general negative feelings towards holidays (family shit yippee) makes valentines supremely stressful for him, even though the /CONCEPT/ of the day seems nice! it takes someone with similar social expectations and views of most holidays (hieeeeee. smile.) to finally find a good middle ground approach to the day that works for both of us!.... it still stresses him out though. poor thing. 😫

Chocolate Cosmos: If your f/o was talking about you to someone like a close friend, how exactly would they talk about you? How would they describe you? Characterize you? And how often do they talk about you to other people?

before dating, doc! and v!ren spend a lot of time trying to avoid the fact that he likes me (doesn't want a repeat of past bad relationships, doesn't want to ruin something good, etc), so i feel like he's the "oh they're such a fun FRIEND, i love being their FRIEND, my FRIEND ro showed me this thing--" type, like he's trying to convince himself that that's how he sees me. most others see right through him though KJASNDKJN. r!ren doesn't have as many hangups about his relationships so he's more straightforward. if he was talking to his coworkers, he'd keep things to a Normal level. he'd mention me if he needed to refer to me for something ("oh, ro said that movie was good, do you recommend it too?" "ro and i went to a botanical garden this weekend, how about you?"), though if he was watching me stream art during a lunch break and someone asked about it, he'd fawn over me ("YEAH it's cool right? that's my FRIEND ro, they drew all of these things, look look look you can see them drawing now, they're--") kJNASDKJN. around his sister, though? no holds barred. she's the one who puts it in his head that he's ALLOWED to try romance again, and that i seem sensible and that we'd be fairly attuned to each other, so ofc she's the one he always goes to if he needs to gush. i think he'd focus on my perseverance and passion, but also my art skills, the efforts i've made to improve myself, the "gap moe" between my resting blank face vs my care for others + excitement over my interests, and uhhhhh how cute he thinks i am KJNSKJN. and i think he'd want to stress how much calmer he feels in our relationship. his past relationships all ended up being pretty shallow and unhealthy because he wasn't in the right mindset for it. now that he has a relationship that, even on days when we don't agree w each other, is infinitely healthier and easier... he wants anyone listening to know that i'm irreplaceable to him.

Maroon: What are both of your love languages? How much do they clash and/or mesh with each other?

his are quality time + physical touch, mine is acts of service. i feel like we've worked things out pretty well, actually! when he's done with work, we'll spend the evening just sitting together, snuggling and enjoying each others' company and catching up on each others' days. i like to cook nice meals for him when i can; no matter which ren it is, he could use a little extra nutrition sjkdfn. if i'm in his place, i also like to tidy up while he's out, and with my health situation, i deeply appreciate when he goes out of his way to bring things to me or help clean things around my place when i can't get up ;;; 😭 and we'll sometimes do things that combine all of our languages together!! once in a while, we'll take a night to shower together, one of us sitting in a shower chair while the other thoroughly washes their hair and body, massaging their scalp and helping them relax, and then we switch places. then we get into soft pjs, dry each others' hair, maybe continue with some skincare... yknow. just. spending time really focusing on each other, connecting physically in a non-sexual way, and doing something kind to help let out tension. 🥺💕

(ask game here)

[emmetrain]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

Thank you all so much for your patience with me this year. I was super slow due to my thesis (which, I need one more term to complete, f me) but I love you all and Emmet muse is as strong as ever!

Highlights of this year both ic and ooc;;

January: IC AITA posts (Emmet adores those), Amogus Emmet and all the amogus I drew for other muses, Emmet and Volo enemy to brothers.

February: Shiro's Splendet Astra discord server, me unleashing Emmet on all other muses on Discord, making new friends and getting to know the community more. Emmet and Ingo's apartment made in Sims 4, Emmet adopting a cutiefly thanks to Kei's muse (with adorable drawings), Prof Sada is a new muse of mine.

March: DULSEM!!!!! Emmet and Dulse ship sails in discord and it is the most precious thing ever, I adore them. Kittu brings meinto Ultra Space fandom. FLORGES BALL. Emmet gets stung by Nihilego due to stupid optimism (Discord thread).

April: Dulsem ship art, also the cool Emmet and Eeelektross fanart I did.

May: JOHTO MOON FESTIVAL, cool alternative clothes for Emmet. Emmet and Dulse engagement ;A;;;;

June: PRIDE MONTH!! The surprise art I did for my beloved mutuals (10 drawings a day from yours truly, I had so much fun). Tera fest hype. Emmet secret powers post.

July: Emmet plushie stand in Tera fest, Daichi/Groudon becoming a new Rain muse, lots of plushies and gift art.

August: I start dying in thesis hell, Baldur's Gate happens so I am out fr.

September: Muse Bingo dash game (Emmet's right here).

October: HALLOWEENMET .

November: >:3c Emmet server on discord, he has opened a batte subway forum. Thesis hell + Tumblr soft-ban in my country (it only resolved last week? Hell.)

December: New Year's Em, VB Holiday Fest. TUMBLR BAN IS LIFTED I HOPE?? I AM HERE.

Overall, with the ban finally gone (I didn't realize at first, thought Tumblr was slow due to adblocker etc etc), I hope to be more active once again. You can always catch me on discord (moots can message me) and/or Emmet's Battle Subway Forum discord server.

Real-life had its weird ups and downs, but here's hoping new year will be much better :D I love you all SO SO MUCH. Thank you for sticking around.

[kowaindar0u]

"Dear Diary" ask! 6 and 13 for Yuichi ;3c (@zantedeschia-praesul)

[ DEAR  DIARY          .    .    . ]

06.     entry made discussing travel they’ve done or hope to do.

[dated December 29, 2019]

This was so stupid. Why did I think this would be helpful? How did "I need to get out of the house" turn into "I need to get out of the city?" I don't even BELIEVE the first one most of the time.

I didn't plan anything specific to do. Maybe that's part of the issue. I get too stressed out just thinking about it-- and then, of course, I just remember that I'm here alone, and then I just... feel pathetic. Even in a city known for such friendly people, I can't bring myself to go out, be among them, and enjoy any of it. I tried to psyche myself up to go to a cafe or something, just to say that I did, but instead I worked myself into a panic attack. I ordered in and ate in my hotel room. I did eventually go for a walk, but it was cold as hell and pretty late, so... I came back before I got too far.

I know I took off a week from work, but... I think the past two days is just proof that I truly should just stay home. I'm getting on the first train from Osaka back to Kamakura tomorrow. I know I'll be more comfortable once I'm home, but I hate that. I can't do anything without getting so stressed out, and none of it is even that deep. Maybe someday I'll be able to just. Go sit down somewhere and eat a fucking plate of crepes!!!!! But until then... at least there's delivery, huh.

13.     entry made featuring mention of (sender’s) muse. (Saseki)

[dated the first night of Saseki's arrival to Nagame honmaru]

Today was so exciting. I was so nervous about the visit from Saseki-san all these weeks leading up to today, but as is usually the case, I was worrying for nothing. This other saniwa is so friendly, and I think I could learn a lot from him. I'm not sure how long he's been doing this. But... I feel like he's got a lot of experience, especially compared to me-- Not to mention the touken danshi he brought with him seem to have gotten much stronger than their counterparts of mine are right now (thankfully they all seem to be getting along quite well, though perhaps I should expect as much with them being so similar to each other). Given Nagame's first year, I can only imagine what all Saseki and his men might have been through in all this time. Still, even with all he must know, he feels very down-to-earth and trustworthy. I think... we will become friends, if I'm going to be optimistic. We had a good time at the welcome party, and he and his men didn't seem to mind our rain too much. Speaking of the party, I ate a lot and it was quite lively, so... I think I'm going to bed. Good night. P.S.-- Saseki-san is a painter, too! I hope he will show me some of his work while he is here.

13.     entry made featuring mention of (sender’s) muse. (Nagasone)

[dated the day before our current thread :3c]

I write this as I hide under every blanket I have in my room. I think I'm gonna cry. What do I do? Oh.. what do I do??? All of my touken danshi are irreplaceable, such rays of joy, so dear to me, and I love them so much. That much will never stop being true.

But... There is ... It's Nagasone. What do I do?! I don't know what this is. It's more than a crush. I know what that's like. But this... Oh, I don't know...

Is it bad of me to have assigned him as my attendant the last few days? I mean-- I trust him completely, both in his capacity as attendant, and just... in general, which... I appreciate so, so much... But that's... that's not all. I just... I've just wanted to see him more, and be near him, even though every time we lock eyes or he touches me I feel like dying but... in the best way possible. Which in some ways is unfortunate because his sweet, attentive self always seems to pick up on when I'm stressing and then he takes my hands and I swear to all that is holy that I just short circuit and black out for a few seconds.

Even so, I... find myself not wanting to be away from him. I want to keep him close, for me, but also... I want to be there for him, too. It's a little awkward when he's my attendant, but I just can't help it, I... I want to do anything I can for him. I don't know what, and he practically never asks for anything. I wish he would ask, or I wish I was as intuitive as him so I could just... know what he wanted, and do it for him. Anything. Even something as simple as bringing him a treat from the kitchen, or brushing his hair, or...

My god. I sound insane. I don't know why I feel the need to justify this to you, my own journal, but. I promise It's not anything uncouth. I just... Journal, what do I do? It's clear to me that he cares for me very much. But I don't know if it's... the same. Even if I had the guts to bring it up to him, I think with my position...It's best if I don't put it forward. It hurts, but... For now, at least... I think I will just... try and sleep. And probably hug that body pillow that Sayo gave me. Don't you dare tell a soul, Journal.

[monsterfloofs]

Could you please write something with a travelling adventurer who stumbles in an old castle and meets a king necromancer who hasn’t met any travellers in quite some time and becomes quite enamoured with them whilst being charming because you can’t spell Necromancer without Romancer. (Sorry for the cringy rhyme I just got the idea when seeing the word and finally zeroing in on that fact.) Thank you for reading and I hope you have a lovely day!

Necromancer King (Unnamed) x Anonymous Reader :3c (Sfw)

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Heya, heya! Oh my gosh, don’t apologize at all! That is absolutely fantastic! ;O; ) I love jokes and play on words like that! Please send more, this made my day ;3; )

I have been trying to debate for a bit if I should make a new spooky spook, or use an OC of mine who also fit’s this asks criteria, also— I made this funny because I thought it would be hilarious, if he was trying so hard to pretend to be just a normal king and his skelly army of doofuses keep panicking and trying to dodge around you and hide— “Quick they’re coming!! Try and act normal—!” “Oh, for the love of— We haven’t been normal for 30 years Geoffry! We are the living dead! >:(”

—

You couldn’t help but feel that something was a little off in the castle. If the strange purple flames that illuminated the dark and eerie corridors weren’t strange enough. Just about everything was skull shaped, skull platters, skull mugs, skull goblets, even the tea spoons. They were ornate and of beautiful craftsmanship, but it was like nothing like you had ever seen before.

“None of it is real of course!” The King had chuckled as you peered slightly off-puttingly at the soup bowl that had been set in front of you. It was very nearly human sized, with enough fine details you could have mistaken it for a real head. One that had been hollowed out, just for the sole purpose of serving soup.

“You do seem to like skulls,” you reply cautiously as you offer up a smile. He clears his throat, and takes a healthy swig from his goblet of wine.

“It was. . . my fathers’ idea for all the skulls,” He replies hastily, “If you would prefer, I could have someone fetch a different bowl.”

You tense in surprise then shake your head, “Oh no, sire! No need! You have been more than hospitable to me already, I would feel selfish to ask for anything more!” You glance back at the soup bowl on the table, and make your decision. Not one to waste a hot meal that was offered to you, you tuck in. The soup was delicious, just as fine as the meals that had come before. Despite the way it was presented to you.

It’s true, the time you have been allowed to stay at the castle was more than generous. You had been getting ready to leave the night before, but the king himself had persuaded you to stay for another few nights. For the past week you had stayed mostly by his side. Conversing with him and chatting. You can’t remember the last time meeting someone that had hung onto every word you spoke. Especially not royalty, and you had been immensely charmed by the way he took special care in recalling what you had to say.

“I haven’t heard word from the outside world for a very long time.” He confided in you gently one evening. While the two of you had sat in front of a warm crackling hearth. “It’s been like a breath of fresh air to me,” How could you possibly choose to leave after such words like that were uttered in your confidence?

You had taken a liking to him as soon as you met him. A short and stout gentleman with a well trimmed beard and mustache. A few streaks of silver that alighted in his dark hair. He was good natured and seemed to be of good spirits, for he always seemed to be smiling when you were present. He must be a fair ruler, you thought to yourself as you walk the long twisting corridors back to your temporary chambers.

However. . . The other occupants that resided inside the walls struck a different chord with you. The knights you would meet in the corridors seemed to be highly keen on avoiding you. Whenever you passed by, they would turn away, or leave their post. Unheard of and strange, it had surprised you immensely when you first arrived. Soldiers turning their back on a castle guest? It made you wonder if your warm welcome wasn’t as warm as the ruler had made it sound upon your arrival. Yet once you would get to conversing with his majesty, those niggling thoughts would evaporate.

The clatter of armour of two of knights echoes down the hallway as they ran headlong into each other. One had tried to quickly turn the corner, when they had seen you coming. You wince, shoulders rounding up to either side of your face. You peek out around splayed fingers,

“A-are you alright?”

“Of course!” They quickly press their hands ontop of their helmet, “Never better!”

You watch the pair hurry off and a frown creases your forehead.

—

“See what you almost did?” One soldier blusters at the other as they reach a safe place to converse. The other taking off their helmet, revealing the chalky white pallor of bone. Deep eye sockets have a faint light that flickers to life as they grind their jaw to one side of their face.

“Me? Whose idea was it to come charging around the corner! You are acting suspiciously! I bet my left humerus that they already know something is afoot. You haven’t been exactly covert. Dodging around corners and skulking around!”

“Keep your helmet on!” The other hisses, “If the mortal finds out before his majesty can talk to them, we’ll both be buried out in the gardens again!”

The two ghouls glare at each other before they sigh heavily.

Well. They sigh as heavily as one can without any internal organs to sigh with.

“This is happiest the King has been in a very long time—“

“Of course it had to be with a mortal, why couldn’t he have gotten wed to a good normal creature of darkness.”

[shibalatte]

targeted targeted targeted @toytanks

i love my silly little weevil of a malewife. he's so pretty and dumb and sweet and i miss him. he's my lovely lovely dove. silliest goose at the pond, sweetest cat in the colony, sweetest fruit at the orchard. my love, the love i yearn to wake up next to, the love i yearn to enjoy california winter mornings like this one with.

all i seem to do is yearn for its touch, for its hands to be squeezed in mine, for our lips to collide in the sweet human embrace we call a kiss. i yearn for it to pet me and for it to let me pet it back. i yearn for simple things, like dinner dates and kittens and for it to teach me how to crochet.

it's hard when my life has its bumps in the road, but when i think about my sweet dove, i know that things will get better. i know in my heart that one day we'll live in a little ranch house with a cute kitty doormat and many cats. we can share the morning sun together as it makes hashbrowns and i'm cracking eggs to sear on the pan. the cats, which will be named after birds and bugs, will be trying to get on the countertops, and we laugh as we try and keep the kitties from burning their sensitive little paws on the stove.

i love this silly little bird more than anything else, i hope we grow old together. i want to get matching tattoos and watch them change as our bodies change over the years. it wants to raise children and watch them grow up. i think we could make anything work, really. we could look at the list of baby names you gave me when we were daydreaming about our beautiful future.

we can have a whole little farm together! we can raise chickens and cows and horses and sheep. we can ride our horses into the sunset and camp out in the night. we can be in each others arms and tell each other little secrets about how much we have always adored each other. we can look at the stars and wonder how it's been so long since we first fell in love. we can kiss and huddle for warmth in the tent, clinging on each other like we're going to float away from each other.

idk how to conclude love letters. love you pookie :3c

[kuuyandere]

I sent you an ask a little bit ago, about my boyfriend who's also a yandere! I just wanted to talk about him more because he's asleep on my chest rn and I'm not quite tired yet, but I don't want to move while he's sleeping so sweetly. I even got to take pictures of his cute face while he sleeps :3c

Anyways, we've been looking at rings together. I keep teasing him that he should propose soon but he keeps telling me to be patient so he can buy me an expensive ring and plan a whole day all about me. He wants to have a day filled with taking me to all my favorite places, and he said he'd end on a picnic somewhere beautiful and when the sun was setting he'd propose to me. I'm just so impatient because I want to be even more his already. Boyfriend doesn't feel like enough, I want him to be more.

Oh, for Valentine's day he got me a necklace that has the letter of his first name on it so I can wear it, as a way of him claiming me as his. It's really sweet and I love it. The chain broke but I already ordered a new one. I'm going to wear it every single day from now until forever.

Whenever we play video games or something and I say a character is cute he pouts and gets jealous, it's really cute. He's always like "no, he's not attractive, I'm attractive. You only want me, you're mine" and then kisses me. I sometimes purposely play up liking a character so he gets more possessive and kisses me more :3c He's always so cute and insistent that he's not into anyone but me, and we're only each others and is just so possessive and cute. I love it about him

I asked him yesterday if we broke up if he'd want to stalk me, and he said yes. He said he'd stalk all my social media to make sure I was okay, and he'd want to leave gifts and flowers at my doorstep to try and make me happy. He seemed worried I'd be weirded out by it but I found it really sweet! That he'd never want to let me go, and would want to always try and make sure I'm happy! But I can never imagine us ever breaking up. I know I'd die without him, and he's said he'd rather rip out his heart than ever leave me.

I'm also yandere for him too obviously. I told him about how when I'm doing our laundry I'll stop and smell his shirts to see if they still smell like him. I also sometimes purposely sleep in his shirts because they smell like him, and it helps me sleep.

If I'm still up when he's asleep (typically doing chores, I'm like his cute soon to be house-spouse) I'll often times come back into our room just to watch his face while he sleeps before continuing on what I'm doing. I love watching him sleep. The first time he came over on a date, he stayed the night and I kept waking up to stare at his face. He has such beautiful features. I'm so completely obsessed with him. I sometimes can't watch the show we're watching because I'm so focused on staring at him and thinking about how much I love him and how incredibly attractive he is.

Anyways: rant pt 2 over lol. Whenever he's sleeping on top of me it makes my affection go through the roof and I get way more yandere about it. I need to get my chores done and come back to bed, but I hope you have a nice night (or day, whenever you see this lol)

Aww, that is so sweet!! I love reading about your experiences, it is so heartwarming and encouraging to hear about how happy you and your fiancé are!

[carnal-lnstinct]

HI HI HELLO OMG THE EVENT IS OPEN LETS GO LETS GO LETS GO

Also happy birthday in advance! Hope you get to have a fun (and safe lol) day! 🎂🍰💖

Okay so my request :3 If you're cool with it, could I request something nsfw with a stalker yandere kind of Reader obsessed with Raditz? I have a few different prompt ideas I can't decide between so I'll list them and let you decide whichever!

-Reader breaks into Raditz's home in the middle of the night either to leave gifts and love notes or to finally stake her claim on him (this sounds very dub-con/non-con i don't blame you for skipping this one)

-Reader follows Raditz to an outdoors Halloween party/event to get handsy with him (look i like outdoor/public play too 😹😹)

-Similar prompt to first, Reader breaks into Rad's home in the middle of the night, except in this scenario this is actually a RP scene between Rad and Reader with Reader pretending to be a Slasher from a horror movie for a little fun and hot fear play and maybe even some knife play

-Crazy prompt: Werewolf!Reader chasing Raditz at night in the woods for more outdoor play and some pred/prey play :3c

-Even crazier prompt: Succubus!Reader

Literally any of these would be cool to see you handle but obvs only if you want to! I just want more Dom!Reader and you feed me so well (Kamidere of Destruction my beloved 😹)

Raditz x Stalker!Reader〖 requested by @emmacornell 〗 ✦✦Content: M/18. MINORS DNI. unrequited love, rejection, hypnosis, raditz activates reader's trap card!, "I put a spell on you because you're mine~" intensifies ✦✦Warning: canon-typical violence, yandere themed, noncon/dubcon, implied somnophilia ✦✦A/N: Emma you are grounded for giving me so many great ideas to work with and me being incapable of picking just one! So I blended a few for good measure. 👀 ♥ You can ask for another one off the list of course. And thank you for the birthday wishes! ♥♥

The smell hit him long before he reached the door, a blend of spices and smoking meats seeping through the windows and walls of his home. He opens the front door to a trail of flower petals and heart-shaped balloons flying out past him. Cute. A romantic means of one lover expressing fondness for another. But Raditz lives alone with no such company. Moreover, no one had access to his home without his permission. For a while, he would come home to anonymous letters tucked in the door with words of deep affection, longing for his attention in return or a gift box sitting on the doorstep coincidentally holding something he openly spoke of being useful to him. Someone had to be out to get him and naturally, he suspected foul play in it rather than accepting the idea some Earthling admired him. From the looks of it, he was about to find out who was behind it.

Raditz cautiously follows the petal trail towards his kitchen, ignoring the piles of new gifts decorating the living room and connected dining room. The sounds of pot lids rattling come in over a gentle humming before he reaches the threshold into the kitchen. He couldn't recognize the voice yet, but it sounds like they were still too preoccupied with cooking to notice him come in. He first peers into the kitchen, by some chance that the humming did belong to someone he knew. However, the aproned silhouette was unfamiliar to him, quickly prompting him to stand in the doorway with a stern glare.

You turn away from the stove and your humming abruptly ceases once startled by the larger man darkening the doorway. The shock was quickly replaced with excitement as a bright smile filled your face.

"Welcome home, Raditz!" You cheerfully greeted him, his brow arching over his fixated glare.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded, taking the chance to place your face in his memory, and surprisingly something does jump out to him. "Wait... I do know you. Bulma's assistant!" He remembers you from a brief encounter outside the Gravity Room, not that you stood out among the Saiyan Prince and his wife's bickering.

Your smile grew, cheeks darkening with color. He remembers!

"Thaaat's me. The cats out of the bag." You softly laughed, moving to the countertop to grab the dish rag to clean your hands. "I-I hope you didn't mind, I noticed you don't keep a lot of spices around here so I brought some from my home. But then I didn't really know if you had a preference for any ones in particular, so I just bought some more for you to have and try out." You gesture to the full spinning spice rack, also purchased by you, and give it a little spin to show the variety before giving a thoughtful pause before turning back to him. "...Unless, maybe... you don't like them- you're allergic, maybe? Vegeta and Goku never seem to have an aversion to foods, I should have known better than to assume-"

"I asked you what you're doing here?" He asked more firmly, moving further into the kitchen as if to corner you from the only exit. Blinking, you clear your throat and lower your gaze to set the rag back on the countertop.

"You...um, you accepted my letters, right?" You look back up to him with a softer smile and clutch your hands together taking a step towards him. "-And the gifts, did you like them? You always bring them inside when I leave them for you." You approach him more boldly, placing your hands to your chest as you bit into your lip to tame your widening grin. "...I'm your secret admirer." You let out a sigh, happy and relieved and with a giggle. "It feels good to finally admit that to you face to face! I didn't know how else to tell you before now, I was so afraid...But now...I understand you feel the same way."

Raditz's glare lets up only to let the blatant confusion show on his face. "I-...What?!" Someone was definitely messing with him to get that idea stuck in your head. Maybe it was Bulma! Pushing some weakling on him to take away any of Vegeta's distractions from training in the Gravity Chamber. Raditz has never even spoken to you before now, you're just one of many forgetful drones wandering around the Capsule Corp building.

"I'm sorry, I just feel so relieved and overwhelmed at the same time that we can be honest with each other now!"

"Don't go getting the wrong idea! I don't even know you!" He quickly lashes out, taking a step away from you before you get too cozy. "How did you even get in here?!"

"The spare key." You plainly stated. Raditz stares quietly at you. "-The one you keep in the capsule corp capsule in the gutter guard?" His eyes widened suddenly. No one knows about that key, certainly not Bulma. Only he knows, he's the only one who needs to. With a playful giggle, you move to close the space in between you as you continued speaking, "I put it back, of course. I just had a copy made to surprise you! Maybe next time I get to come home to you and you can greet me." Your hand reaches out for him and he immediately swats it away.

"Don't touch me! Just-" Raditz huffs and moves to the side to make an opening to the kitchen doorway. "Get out of here. Now!"

You stare at him with surprised wide eyes, holding your rejected hand from the impact and your smile only waning for a moment as you giggle again. "You're right-" You laugh, turning back to the stove. "It's my job to welcome you home now! How rude of me anyways, you've been home long enough that we should be eating dinner by now. Just let me set the table and-"

"No." Raditz grabs your shoulder and turns you back to face him, glare colder than before. He's warning now, "Get out of my house, you creepy human."

"But-...Raditz, I-I.." You try smiling at him again. "Are you having a bad day? You can talk to me about it." You pleaded to him, wanting to feel the skin of his cheek when you reached for him again to reassure him you were here for comfort. Instead, your forearm is grabbed painfully tight as he leans away, forcefully tugging you over to the threshold of the kitchen.

"I said don't touch me!"

"Y-You're...hurting me...Raditz, please!" You whimper, stumbling into the frame of the entrance when he roughly lets you go. You leaned against the opening, holding your arm to soothe the throbbing. Breathless sobs escaped you, tears falling down your cheeks before you knew it. It's not supposed to be like this. You did everything within your power and you did it just right!

"I don't understand it... why did you tell me that you loved me?" You cried, curling into yourself.

"You're supposed to be leaving. As if I would say such a thing to a pathetic human like you." He scoffs.

You slowly straighten yourself up, your shoulder leaning into the frame. "After you came in from training with your father."

"What?"

"After we ate the dinner I prepared for you." Your tone sounds more even as you spoke, breaths calmed. You turn your head to speak over your shoulder to him. "After we tucked in our children..." A small grin pulls in the corner of your lips before you turn to face him, gingerly wiping away crocodile tears and tracing your wet fingers sensually down your lips. "After you…made love to me. Remember? You told me you loved me most of all."

Your switch from despair to delusionally smug was infuriating, Raditz moving to once again force you out of the kitchen and his home if he had to drag you out the front door. His hand reaches out to grab you but when his eyes meet yours, he freezes up. The sensation of energy around you changed drastically, coming off as less human than you appeared and paralyzing him. He feels like he's being repelled by you, and at the same time drawn to you. But it's more than that. He simply can't bring himself to harm you again. You lower your eyes to his outreached hand, your fingers aligning with his and then closing in between.

"It was just a dream to you then, but I gave you your perfect life with your parents again, with your brother, and our family. And you loved me." He watches you move in closer to him still frozen in his own body, unable to shake himself free of this hold. "Your heart told me what you wanted, so I helped you to see it. I couldn't resist...the call of my true nature. To please." Your other hand stretches out for his face once more, ignoring the subtle jerks of him trying to move away from it before you finally grace his skin with a soft caress.

"W-What are you?" Raditz grunted, struggling to even speak. "What power is this?!" Such admirable willpower on this one, still trying to fight your control. Such a saiyan. But you had bound him in his dreams and conquered him many times already. Whatever resistance he held was futile, quantities of his life force existed inside you. You are as strong as he is now. It was all but sealed with a kiss.

"Love." You answered, softly. Round pupils thin into slits as a bright venomous color fills the iris in your eyes and tears fall down your cheeks again. A gentle smile is given to him as you look back up into his hooded gaze. This was supposed to be a romantic experience, a profession of love to be answered in kind, shared over a feast with candles and kisses. He would die in his sleep beside the one he loved, not having to suffer the last of his spirit drained from his body. But he took that chance away when he rejected you. "I didn't want us to end like this my darling, but you left me no choice. I do...truly love you, Raditz. Can you forgive me?"You plead to him, pulling him down to you for that kiss and quieting the muffled "no's" he was able to choke out. It felt like fire going down his throat and consuming his insides, the sensation burning in his chest, down to his stomach, and up into his head. All his muscles tensed and pulsed, his grip on your hand was like a vise.

The kiss is broken and a sharp exhale fell from his lips in visible puffs of smoky air that matched your eye color, the heat inside his chest dulling with fresh breaths. He could feel his body still pulsing, hearing it in his ears and a heaviness in his head. Then his eyes met yours again, seeing not the monstrous stare but the eyes of his love, the wife of his dreams. He's soothed by their focus on him and your hand stroking into his hair. The touch, so provoking, letting his tail slack from his waist behind him. His body acted beyond his control, asserting himself on you with another kiss and backing you into the wall. Immediately mounting you up where your legs could rest around his hips. An all too familiar ravenous sensation spurs within him and for a brief instant, he regains some clarity.

"N-...N-no!" His hand snatches your hair and forces your head back against the wall as he held himself back, still fighting for his control. The illusion of you flutters right before his eyes to enough to see through it, but he cannot force out the heat stirring inside him. It only burns worse as he fights it. "No!" He snarls at you. "Stop t-this!" You watch him silently, impressed by his resolve however fleeting it was. But this seemed to be the extent of it. You reach for the hand tight in your hair and carefully loosen his fingers.

"It's okay." You smile kindly, running your other hand along his clothed chest. "I'm yours right now. And I will keep you cozy." You drop your tone to a sultry lure, dragging his hand down to your breast and holding his grip around it, letting the soft weight of it sit in his palm. "I'm yours right now, Raditz..." You pull at his shirt and he leans into you with less struggle, capturing your lips again. Your demonic spell working away his willpower once again. His hand squeezes your breast and pulls away the fabric and his tail wraps around your leg.

Piece by piece your clothing was stripped away, affectionate and spiteful bites left on your shoulder and neck by him. So rough, and yet so obedient. Your exposed skin felt so familiar but he just knows he has never consciously known your body. Raditz could only watch his own body surrender to you, his head swimming with your voice in his ears. You worshipping his natural beauty, his obligation to desire your destruction present in the way his hips pinned yours up against the wall with the thrust of his large cock inside you.