#and I was wearing a couple pride things myself

[bookwyrminspiration]

the trend of people being really open with information one should probably be more hesitant to share is also present in real life, which is terrifying. I met a kid the other day, 13, who started casually talking about various mental disorders and diagnoses he'd received after knowing me for less than an hour. with no prior mention or discussion to indicate my thoughts, because we'd been talking about other things. because we'd just met. I mean them no harm, but like, he is putting a lot of faith in me without further verifying my intentions. so please not only be careful with what you share online but what you share in person as well because you don't know who is safe

[edwardallenpoe]

thinking about how last year I went to pride with my gay flag around my shoulders and identifying a bear cub exclusively attracted to men and mascs and now I'm going to pride in two days (on my birthday no less) identifying as a bear cub AND a butch bi lesbian boy/fagdyke. Abrosexuality is so wild. I wonder what it'll be next year.

[vraska-theunseen]

aughhhh. aughhhhhjhhhh

[vaspider]

Last year I wrote about what happened at Pride when a couple of kids didn't understand why us older folx were so bitter about Reagan.

This year, I have something a little softer.

Someone who looked a little older than me came up to the booth wearing a pink t-shirt proclaiming him one of the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence, San Francisco chapter. As I was ringing him up, I asked if he'd been involved for a while.

"Yes," he said, "for a bit," in that way us middle-aged people do when we're sort of wincing and feeling old.

"Okay, well," I said, sitting at my register in my queer booth full of queer clothes and patches and pins, topless in public for the first time. (I had pasties on for my own comfort bc I was working, but I live in the city of the Naked Bike Ride, and I took full advantage). My baby brother and both of my partners ran around behind me, my brother wearing a loose tank top that makes his scars visible.

"I need to tell you that you all helped keep me alive."

He blinked at me as I continued, "I was a kid in high school in the early 90s. I lived in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania, and what you all were doing was so loud and so out there that even I heard about your work. It was one of the things that kept me alive. So thank you, and please thank the rest of the Sisters."

I heard about them through people in my parents' church complaining about them, and then I sought more information through the beginning of the internet, through newspapers, through anything I could find. I found the cover of Newsweek that one of the Sisters was on. I read about their "exorcism" of fundamentalist preachers whose books sat on the shelf in my parents' basement and probably still do. I saw how loud and colorful and unapologetically queer they were.

The knowledge that someone was out there, so full of defiant joy, refusing the shame that people kept trying to put on them? Oh, that kept me alive. I saw them, and I knew I could make it through. I wrapped my hands around that knowledge, and I held on so tight.

It took me a long time - a long, long time - to unwind most of it for myself and get to the point where my fat butch ass was sitting bare-chested in the July breeze, looking up at him as he held out his arms and said "you're actually giving me chills." I answered, "I mean every word. You helped keep me alive. So thank you."

I never know what to say when people come up to me in public and tell me that I helped them or changed their life in some way. I appreciate it, and I genuinely love the people who apologized for "fanpersoning" at me last weekend, I just never know what to say. I'm incredibly grateful that the Sister I spoke to was incredibly gracious, saying "usually we give blessings, but I feel like you blessed me." Another member of the party let me pet their tiny dog, who was not very interested in me, and that's okay. It was an overwhelming day. Then, they moved on.

Me? I'm still sitting with the fact that I looked last weekend into the faces of people who didn't know they were holding my head above water, and that I got to tell them the work they do matters. It's a rare thing to get to tell someone, "You saved me," and I'm treasuring it.

Last weekend, I wore my new battle vest with nothing underneath it, unless it was too hot, and then I just sat in my chair, chatting and ringing ppl out with my skin free to the air. I decided last year that top surgery isn't for me, but that also I'm going to love this body unapologetically, and it's no less a transmasculine body because the soft new dark hair on my belly isn't accompanied by pink scars along my ribs.

I didn't get here on my own. I got here because someone else cut through the undergrowth ahead of me so I could take another step forward. Here I am, decades later, still taking step after step, one at a time, and trying to lay paving stones behind me.

Last weekend was another step along that way, another step through unwinding the fear and shame and sadness that my parents and their church built into me. Another step out of hating myself for hiding parts of myself for so long, for acting out in other ways to distract people from my queerness, for feeling so much guilt when other people tell me I'm brave, because I know how much of myself I hid for how long because I was a coward, because I was afraid.

Another step into expiating stigmatic guilt.

[moonstruckme]

Hello, I saw that your requests are open and I would like to ask for something pre-relationship with James. You could write in which the reader recently moved into a building/condominium and she needs help with something, like something that needs a specific tool or dealing with a spider and she asks her neighbor (James) for help? I think it would be something cute, like love at first sight. (I'm sorry if you don't want to write, but I saw a video like this and thought it would be cool to read something about it)

Thanks for requesting lovely!

neighbor!James x fem!reader ♡ 868 words

James almost doesn’t hear the knocking the first time. It’s hardly more than a couple of light taps, like someone might have bumped their bag into his door as they went by. Still, it gets his attention. James pauses in cutting up melon for tomorrow’s breakfast, head angling towards his front door. 

It comes again, a bit less tentative this time, and he sets down his knife, wiping his hands on a dishtowel before going to the door. 

You’re standing in the hall with your arms crossed tight against the nighttime chill that seeps into the building, wearing fuzzy slippers and what are quite clearly pajamas. You give him James a terse smile, looking somewhere between apologetic and panic-stricken. 

“Hi,” you say, at the same time as he says, “Hello.” 

Your smile blooms a bit more genuinely at that, and James is glad for it. You’re quite lovely when you look at him like that. It makes him wish he was wearing something other than his pajama bottoms or had brushed his teeth after his garlicky dinner. 

“Hi,” you say again. “Um, I’m really sorry to bother you this late, but I’ve just moved in next door and I was wondering if you could help me with something?” 

“Of course,” he agrees. No context needed. James prides himself on being neighborly, but he thinks he’d probably do just about anything you ask him to. “What is it?” 

“There’s a cockroach in my living room.” You deliver the news with a grave face, like his revoking his offer of help is predetermined. “I’ve been trying to put a cup over it for, like, twenty minutes probably, but it’s too fast and I can’t really corner it by myself.” 

“Ah.” James steps outside, closing his door behind him. “Alright, yeah, I’m sure we can take care of that. Lead the way, lovely.” 

You take a bolstering breath before stepping into your apartment, making him grin. It really is just right next to his, and this knowledge seems like a dangerous thing to have. James is going to have to start playing his music a tad lower and making sure he looks decent every time he goes outside. 

Just inside the door, there’s a broom propped against the wall. You take it up. 

“Okay,” you say, awfully serious for someone in fuzzy slippers wielding a broom, “I was thinking I’d get him into that corner there, and then you could put the cup over him.” You nod towards a cup turned facedown on the coffee table. James picks it up. Some of the determination slips from your expression, eyebrows twitching towards each other, as you look at him. “Sorry to drag you into this. I really appreciate it.” 

“It’s really fine,” James laughs. “This isn’t the first time someone has called me over to take care of a bug, and you live a lot closer than my mate did at the time.” In the period in between James and Sirius living together and Sirius moving in with Remus, his friend had forced James over to his flat at least twice a week so that he could trap spiders under cups while Sirius shrieked “Kill it! Kill it!” from atop his kitchen table. 

You grimace. “Well, it’s good to know you’ve had practice. Okay, last I saw him he was under the couch. Ready?” 

James nods, holding the cup in his hand. 

You sweep the broom tentatively underneath the couch, starting at one end at working your way to the other. Just when James is starting to come to terms with the idea that the roach has moved to an unknown location, it skitters out from that opposite end. 

You go after it with impressive grit, blocking its attempted escape underneath a nearby chair and herding it towards the corner. 

“Ready?” You don’t take your eyes from the bug for a second, but James nods anyways as he steps forward, cup held aloft. 

The roach runs into the corner, and James descends upon it. He lowers the cup quickly, not wanting the small creature to catch on and rebel against its eviction, but the thing moves quicker. 

It flies towards him. 

James makes a not-super-dignified yelping sound and trips backward, landing fortunately in the chair. You shriek and swat at it with the broom, missing by a meter. You both track the cockroach as it lands on a wall. 

“Fuck,” James breathes. He’s aware that he’s not making a great impression right now, but he feels like he’s just been attacked. “You didn’t tell me it was one of those flying ones!”

“I didn’t think it was!” You’re clutching the broom handle in a white-knuckled grip, your eyes wide. “It wasn’t doing that earlier!” 

“Okay.” He takes a deep breath. “Okay, it’s fine. We’ve still got this. Just, ah, if you decide you’d like to abandon this, sleep at my place, and call pest control in the morning, I’m just saying right now that’d be more than alright with me.” 

You meet his eyes. “Think I’m gonna try a bit more first, but I might take you up on that. Thanks.” 

James grins. “No worries. Always good to have a backup plan.”

[amomentsescape]

The shirt headcannon was great, but what if the slashers had matching shirts with their S/O reader? Also if ya in one of the snowy storm states stay safe! ❄ 🧊 ⛸

Slashers React to Couple's T-Shirts

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Feat. Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, & Stu

You can find the OG T-Shirt request here.

A/N: Such a cute request! And yes, those dealing with the crazy weather, please stay safe! (Also, I couldn't find a better GIF option so I just went with the same one again)

Freddy Krueger

Yep, he wears it over his sweater

Can you expect anything less from Freddy though?

He really enjoys matching with you

He even let out some chuckles when you showed them to him for the first time

"I'm gonna need to make myself a closet if you keep up with this"

He definitely finds the shirts a tad bit cheesy, but he's not complaining

He happily wears the shirt with pride

He becomes a bit upset if you show up not wearing it though

Michael Myers

What even is this?

The first shirt was already bad enough, but this?

He doesn't even like cats

Just gives you a deadpan look

Will let you put yours on, but absolutely refuses to wear his

Barely even wants to touch it to be honest

You quite literally have to force it over his head

And even then, he just complains the whole time

Embrace the moment while you have it, because there's absolutely no way you're going to get that shirt on him again

Jason Voorhees

He smiles wide at these

One of the things he loves is the size difference between you two

It makes him feel like a protector

So you gifting him MATCHING shirts just makes him feel all giddy inside

The fact that they point out the size difference is a plus

He arguably likes this one more than the last (since he actually understands what it means)

He only wears the shirt when you wear yours though

If your washing it or don't have it on, don't expect Jason to be wearing his

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas absolutely fell in love with Beauty and the Beast when you first showed it to him

He didn't think he'd ever find someone like you, but here you were, and that made him relate to the Beast quite a bit

So when you showed him these, he was ecstatic

Immediately puts it on and refuses to take it off for a couple days

Even in the blistering heat of Texas, he wears it

Will always give you a hug when he sees you wearing yours

By the end of the week however, his shirt is noticeably much dirtier than yours

They barely match anymore, but the meaning is still there

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is all giddy when he sees these

He just thinks the dinosaurs are absolutely adorable

And he honestly gets the joke pretty quickly!

Will insist you both put them on at the exact same time, doing a little spin for each other

He's clapping his hands and bouncing up and down

Will become pretty protective of the garment though

If anyone besides you gets a little too close to him, he puts his arms out as if saying "don't touch the shirt"

He truly finds the shirts a symbol of your relationship, so if any stain or tear occurs, he will literally have a meltdown

Brahms Heelshire

He doesn't find them as funny as you do

But he likes the idea of you matching together, so he allows it

Will try to put your shirt on instead in hopes you don't notice

You do

He thinks you look cute, but he won't admit it

He's still mad that you think you're the boss

I mean, who makes the literal rules around here??

But the moment you baby him and tell him just how good the shirt looks on him, he gives in and accepts his fate

He does wear the cardigan over it, however

Norman Bates

You know Norman isn't one for loud garments

So you thought something simplistic and meaningful would be the best bet

When he first sees the shirts, he smiles and says they look extra comfy for you two

But when he sees your anniversary on the sleeves, he melts

Thinks it's super romantic and gives you a sweet kiss as a thank you

He wears the shirt all the time

Under his button ups, going to bed, lounging around

And you can tell he becomes extra happy when you have yours on too

It's just like having a cute reminder of your love for each other

And Norman is all about that

Billy Loomis

Billy had been talking about getting a new sweatshirt for forever now

So when you came across these, you knew you had to get them

Billy isn't usually one for cheesy things, but he can't stop the small smile that forms on his face

"You're a lifesaver, babe"

Will try it on and practically melt into it

Doesn't specifically ask, but he'll give you a look basically telling you to put yours on too

When he sees you both matching, he can't even lie that he likes it

Will snuggle up with you and thank you

Stu Macher

Stu immediately lets out a big laugh when he sees them

His amusement is quickly deflated when he fully reads the shirts

"Hey!"

You know he's just joking though, since he still has that huge grin on his face

"You're clearly the stupid one, right?"

You just give him a joking slap to the arm

Will make you put yours on with him and pulls out his camera

Takes a million pictures with you and the shirts, finding them hilarious

He definitely insists on wearing them in public since it makes it even more obvious that you're his

He just doesn't want to wear them around Billy

He'll make fun of him

[justwinginglife]

No because your writing keeps me going in this Soshiro Hoshina AO3 drought!!!!!!!

What do we think about our Vice Captain getting in some trouble during a battle with a nasty Kaiju and his long time friend/crush who is a platoon leader in another division just so happens to be on her way to visit the 3rd division when the attack happens so she swoops in to save the day (and stitches him up after the whole ordeal ;))???

So glad I could provide sustenance! I am also keeping myself afloat with my writing trying to stay sane until season two comes out. I need more Hoshina screentime fr fr.

Crushing Hard

Soshiro Hoshina had dinner plans and he was late.

He cursed the kaiju for its poor timing. It was one thing to have to fight a kaiju on a Saturday - how inconsiderate of it to attack on his day off- and another to have to fight it before a date. At least he thought it was a date. He never knew with you. He hoped it was a date. He'd been pining after you for so long, it made his whole week (his whole month, really) that you'd texted him asking if you could swing by and have dinner this weekend.

He had just fixed his hair for the tenth time (he didn't know why he felt the need to fix it so much, it looked the same every time he fixed it), when he got the call that there was a kaiju wreaking havoc. And only a couple blocks away from where you were supposed to meet him for dinner, no less. He would really beat the shit out of the kaiju if it destroyed the restaurant he had planned to take you to.

So he quickly threw his combat suit on over his date clothes, hoping it would be a quick and easy mission, and he'd be ready to greet you at the door in no time at all. Yeah, that had been wishful thinking. This Honju really had it out for him.

In fact, the damn Honju had even sliced through part of his combat suit, tearing through the top he was wearing underneath.

"This was my favorite fucking shirt, damnit!" He curses at the Kaiju and runs at it again, swords at the ready.

The thing about this Honju was that it wasn't very big but it was very quick. Hoshina was exhausting himself just keeping up with it. It was almost like it was made to fight Hoshina, with its strengths lying in speed and close combat. And to make matters worse, without meaning to, Hoshina's mind kept wandering to his dinner with you, causing him to be slower to react than normal. He took a cut to the cheek and swore again. If he took anymore hits, he didn't know if his pride would let him show up to dinner looking like this.

"You know, I really didn't think you'd be treating me to dinner and a show, but you always were the overachiever."

Before he even had time to process who was talking, a large blast went off and the Honju suddenly has a gaping hole in its abdomen.

"Huh. Sturdy thing, aren't you? Let's try that again." Another blast and now its chest is missing.

Hoshina blinks, watching as you continue blasting the kaiju until it's nothing more than roadkill on the pavement. He should be helping you, he should be bandaging himself up, he should be getting food in the both of your stomachs. So many things to do, but all he wants to do is stare. You look so gorgeous with a gun. The way you wipe blood from your cheek, the way your ponytail lifts in the wind, the way that you smirk at the corpse, smug about your win. He wants to take in everything about you.

"You look like you need a drink." Now you were turning around, grinning at him. He thinks to himself that he could watch you forever.

"Soshiro?"

He shakes his head quickly. "Sorry. Must be the blood loss."

You laugh. "Well let's take care of that and then you owe me some dinner, as I recall." You start cleaning him up and he continues to watch you as you handle him with such care.

You pull the combat suit off of him, revealing his torn shirt underneath. "Ah damn. That was your favorite shirt. And mine too. Love when you wear this thing, I'll have to buy you a new one." You continue bandaging him like you haven't just said something that gets his heart racing.

"Mmm, I know, I have one of your shirts in my bag. You can change into that and then we can hit up that restaurant if you're still up for it?"

He nods, a little too quickly you notice. It's adorable.

Then he cocks his head to the side. "Wait, why do you have one of my shirts?"

Then it's your turn to blush. "Ahh that... well it just looked so comfy, can you really blame me for stealing it?"

His eyes widen. "Wait just a minute, how many of my shirts do you have??"

You cough. "Just the one- why do you ask?"

He crosses his arms at you and raises an eyebrow. "Because I was wondering why my closet was looking a little sparse lately. And I thought maybe the washer just ate them all."

"Haha... funny... uh, about that..." You scratch your head sheepishly.

He roll his eyes in mock annoyance but then he smiles. "I'm sure you look better in them than I do anyway. I suppose you can keep them. But you owe me some new shirts!"

You laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. Will do. After you buy me dinner, I did just save your sorry ass." You tease.

And the two of you continue on like that the rest of the night, just joking, laughing, drinking, and slowly the line between friends and more than friends starts to blur. Hoshina thinks to himself, maybe he does have a chance in hell with you.

After all, who the fuck steals half of someone's closet?

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"Sure I can't convince you to ditch Narumi and join my division instead? I make a mean omurice."

[ghostlywhiskey]

Simon “Ghost” Riley -  Kissing You

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,320

Warnings: MDNI 18+ ☆ fingering, unprotected sex, cussing, chance of being caught - as always if you think I should include something else just let me know!

Summary: After locking eyes with Simon as he dances with someone else, you rush out which causes him to follow you. 

Notes: Inspired by Des'ree's I'm Kissing You. More angst x smut because I hate myself. My condolences once again honestly - stay strong <3

Also, this is the specific room I picture. I’ve thought about this room since I was 16 and was in it. Now it was the main focus of my mind palace as I wrote this.

find my masterlist here

Pride can stand A thousand trials The strong will never fall But watching stars without you My soul cried

The music filled the venue, but the only thing your ears could hear was the sound of your blood coursing through your body. It was like listening to the sound of a running faucet while you brush your teeth in the morning, or washing dishes. Every beat of your heart amplified, you could have sworn you had a stethoscope in the way each thump echoed.

The happy couple, two of your squadmates, just married as they share their dance. Once it concludes, others join the dancefloor, swaying like boats in the harbor on a quiet night. Eyes focused on a specific duo who just stepped onto the dancefloor, the blood coursing through you now feeling like ice had coated your veins, constricting the blood flow.  

You knew he came with someone. You saw him when you arrived with Soap and Gaz for the ceremony. But, you spoke no words, the only acknowledgement was the makeshift barrier Soap and Gaz acted as by sitting in between you and Ghost. 

Soap came back from the bar, sitting next to you at the table. “Yer lookin’ a bit peely wally, luv.” The Scot spoke, his beer in his hand as he took a sip. Glancing over at him, you crack a small smile. “Soap, you know none of us know what the fuck your sayin’ half the time, right?” You teased him. “I ‘no.” He said smiling as the bottle pulled from his lips. “But I figured you could use the smile.” The honesty from him made you glance back at the duo. “That obvious?” Considering how low you whispered the words, you wondered if you would even get a response from Soap. But, soon enough you heard his response, “Clear as day.” 

The girl reached her arms up, her hands resting at his neck as they swayed. His own hands moved to rest on her waist. The breath in your throat caught itself as he moved his head from nuzzling her neck to look up, his gaze landing at you. The ice coating your veins melting away as he defrosted you with one look, your body felt like it was on fire. The thump in your chest resuming the intensity it had a few minutes ago. But, your breath still felt caught in your throat. The floor gently groaned as you slid the chair back from the table, creating room to stand up. “I’ll be back.” You whispered to Soap, quickly grabbing your dress to tug it up so your heels wouldn’t get caught and cause you to trip as you headed out of the large ballroom. Descending down the stairs, your feet carried you to two large double doors, rushing in as you entered a room. 

Heaving heart is full of pain Oh, oh, the aching

The ability to feel like you could breathe again returning as you paced around the room, hand on your chest as you focused on the rise and fall of it. 

The sound of the doors opening and closing pulling your focus, head turning to see who just entered. Simon. Ghost. Why did he follow you?

“What are you doing here?” The question coming from you is far harsher than you intended. The emptiness in his eyes showed he was unaffected by the tone, hands moving to the pockets of his pants as he stepped closer to you. Must be nice to wear a mask to hide any emotion that decides to show on your face in moments like this. “Why’d you run off?” He asked, his body getting closer to you. “Why did you follow me?” The question retorts as a response, the hand on your chest falling back down to your side. Now, in a response to your question, he just shrugs. Fucking typical. 

“I should know better than to expect an actual answer with words from you.” You mutter, turning away to face him, walking further in the room to create space between the two of you. “What is that supposed to mean?” His voice is slightly louder now, not taking well to the accusatory statement. Turning to look at him, pointing a slender finger at him, “You know damn well.” The hiss coming out of you before your hand drops again to your side, except now hands turn to fists at your side from the frustration brewing in you.  “I didn’t come here to get bitched at by you.” He snapped back, continuing to speak, “I came because you looked like you were gonna pass out or something.” 

“Please, I don’t need you to care about me. You made it clear there was no room for that.” Now, anger is brewing in you, or was it pain that was being released? Pain releasing onto the person who put it there in the first place. Ghost stood quiet, his gaze on you never leaving. “Well, I’m not passed out or anything. I’m standing up and I’m fine. You can go back to your date and dance the night away.” Could he just leave? What was the point of this? 

The sound of his dress shoes alternating between soft and louder clacks against the wood floors as he made his way towards you. Your own feet step back until your back hits the piano place in the corner of the room. Leaving you at a standstill as he stands in front of you, looking down. “I’m not going back yet.” Is the only thing he says, hands still in his pockets.

It was suffocating to have him near. It was like having a pillow pressed against your face, blocking air flow. At one point it was like he was air, giving you oxygen. A reason to exhale because it meant you got more of him. But now? Now he took your breath away in a way that was cruel. As if you suffocating brought him joy. Sadistic. “Can you go?” You tried your best for it to not come out as a plea, but the suffocating feeling left you vulnerable. “No, tell me why you ran out.” He stated, eyes locked on you. Your own eyes locking with his before looking to the side to avoid the intense contact. “You lost privileges to know why I do things. It doesn’t matter.” You mutter, but one hand leaves his pocket to hold your face between his thumb and index finger to force you to face him. “Stop being a stubborn fucking kid.” Now his words are harsh, but he sounds calm. That’s what was scary about him. He could blow a fuse, and you’d never see it coming.

“What do you want me to say?” This whisper leaves your lips as he holds your face. Your own hand moving up to grab his wrist. “Let me go.” It comes out as a plea again, the contact of his skin flooding your brain with unwanted memories of him. Memories buried after months of shoving it all down. Compartmentalizing it into a tiny box you wanted to smash, but found it to be indestructible. “How many times do I need to repeat myself?” He spoke, leaning closer. “You ran the fuckin’ second we acknowledged eachother for the first time tonight by locking eyes after being no more than fifty feet the entire fucking time.” 

He noticed. Of course he did. Who the fuck were you fooling?

Your hand tugged at his wrist, pulling his grasp off your face. “Fuck off, Simon.” You snap, his name leaving your lips like it was venom. His eyes widening by the sudden use of his name. Something clicking in his head as he watched you try to slip past him. A rough hand reaching out to push you back to where you stood, moving up to your neck. “Jealousy is an ugly disease, sweetheart.” He whispered, muffled through his mask. You scoffed, “What are you, a doctor?” The hand not on your neck moved up to the bottom of his mask, rolling it up just past his lips. 

Before you could protest and move away, lips pressed against yours.

'Cause I'm kissing you, oh I'm kissing you

Months of an unspoken bond that formed, both of you navigating your own feelings about it at the same time. You and Ghost. You and Simon. The late night knocks on each other's door igniting excitement equivalent to being a child on Christmas morning. Showers after missions when both of you didn’t speak a word, just feeling the other was there, alive. Sunday mornings when you’d wake up, his face buried in your neck and kissing the skin softly which was the reason you woke up in the first place. He was always up first. Hands grazing each other in public, an accident to anyone looking, but intentional between the two of you.

That’s why you got up and left. You shoved these memories into a box, but one look at him with someone else and the padlock keeping it shut was smashed open. 

Your lips moved against his, kissing him back. Your hands moved to his face, two fingers slipped under the mask while the others rested above the fabric. Pulling him down lower to your level, his hand that had rolled his mask up reached for the piano behind you and gripped the edge of it. A soft moan was muffled by his mouth on yours, you could feel his lips curve into a grin for a brief moment. The hand on your neck slipping down as fingertips lightly brushed your arm before he trapped you between him and the piano with both arms now. 

Was it purely sexual for him? Was it a release? A bond where he felt like he didn’t need to open up because it was unspoken, meaning feelings never had to be discussed. Memories of the last time you were intimate clawing at your brain, telling you to pull away. Trying to remind you the relationship was no different than Pandora’s box. Something meant to stay closed, but you didn’t listen. 

You remembered the last time, but you didn’t realize it was the last time.

The two of you were in the shower, the mission from a few days prior leaving him with new wounds that would form more scars that kissed his body. Your own body left in a better condition than his, the only injury to show was your forearm wrapped due to a bullet grazing the skin. Painful, but bearable. As you reached up to scrub the shampoo into his hair, his eyes looked down at you.

You should have known then. The way he looked at you. It was the sadness someone had when saying goodbye to someone, but you didn’t think anything of it. You thought he was tired. Worn out. His arms snaking around your waist, pulling your wet body close to his. His head leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder as you stood stunned before your hands abandoned reaching to wash his hair, instead wrapping around him to rest your palms on his back.

The sex that night wasn’t filled with urgency. It was slow, he took his time. Both of you savored each other, but he got to savor it more than you. He knew it was the last time. He was prepared. You were left to your own thoughts the following days, weeks, months. Your brain running through every reason why he fucked you like he would keep you, not toss you aside the following day.

Touch me deep Pure and true Gift to me forever 'Cause I'm kissing you, oh I'm kissing you, oh

Simon glanced back to the double doors as he pulled from the kiss before he looked back down at you. The hands gripping the piano now undoing the belt securing his pants up. The sound of the zipper pulling down tensing your body. “Simon, what if-” Your concerns were cut off by him before you could finish. “Stop.” Was all he said, grabbing your hand as his other held the unzipped pants up. He sat down on the piano bench, his pants slightly pulled to make it easier to pull his cock out. 

His hand pulled you in front of him on the bench. You body now between him sitting on the bench and the keys of the piano. Simon glanced up at you while placing his hands on your waist, running them down your sides as he reached the end of your dress. Fingers pulling the dress up past your knees, thighs, until it reached your waist and scrunched up. “No panties?” His voice was low and rasped. A blush forming on your cheeks. “I just didn’t want lines with the dress.” You said, slightly embarrassed. “I’m not complainin’.” He spoke as his thumb found your clit, rubbing it as he sucked on the fingers of his other hand. Your hands grabbing the edge of the piano keys, ringing in the room out of tune. The two fingers covered in his spit sliding into you. The sensation of him fingering you and rubbing your clit making your head lean back in pleasure. “O-Oh. Simon, curl. Please.” You beg him, your body moving slightly to rest your rear on the keys of the piano. More notes ringing in a mess of a combination.

His fingers curl every now and then as he pumps his fingers a little faster, the thumb of his other hand teasing your clit. “Responding like such a good girl.” He murmured, glancing up at you. Your face twisted with pleasure and anxiety as you glanced at the doors - scared if anyone walked in. “Stop lookin’ at the door. I’m here.” He smirked, his fingers pushing into you hard and holding his hand there as he teased the inside of your walls to pull your attention. Your lips parted as you gasped, looking back at him. “F-Fuck.” You hissed, head looking down where his fingers disappeared inside you. “I want you to drench my fingers in that juice I love so much. Can ‘ya do that?” He muttered, watching you closely as your body and brain reacted to him. “Y-Yes.” You nodded quickly, focusing on clenching your walls around his fingers. A shaky break as your hands lifted from the piano and grabbed for his shoulders. His fingers, those thick fingers spreading you apart only to get you ready for his cock. The thought makes your head dizzy. Your brain knew it missed Simon, but you didn’t realize how deprived your body was as you felt yourself inching towards a climax. 

One last pump and your hands gripped his shoulders, legs shaking as you came around his fingers. The juices spilled down his fingers and out of you onto the floor as his fingers pulled out of you. “Fuckin’ little dripping cunt. You’re so messy, baby.” He groaned, his fingers going back to slip into you. The unexpectedness caused you to whimper, it was like he was digging every last drop out. The fingers retreated again, this time he wasted no time to slip his cock out of the fly of his briefs. “C’mere.” He mumbled, holding his cock up and guiding you to stand over his lap, his legs between your legs but slightly spread. Nails digging into his shoulders, you looked down as you guided your body down over his cock. The tip pressing against your folds as it slipped past, your cunt wrapping around his cock as you fully sunk down onto his lap. The groan forming in his throat comes out as a low growl. “Look how good you still take all of me.” The rough hands grabbing your waist to steady you and help you as you start to bounce your body up and down. 

“Fuck. Good girl, go faster for me.” His hissed, his hands gripping your waist tightly as he helped your body bounce up and down. As you picked up your pace, his hands would hold you down for a few moments every few seconds to have you just feel his cock buried in you. Your walls clenching at the same time he held you down before he would let you resume riding him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you looked at him. His one hand leaving your waist to grab his mask that was rolled up still, pulling it off and shoving it into the pocket of the suit jacket. 

You gasped slightly as you sloppily bounced on his cock, your brain losing its focus on the rhythm as he pulled the mask off. Simon. All of him. Your hands unwrap from his neck, moving to cup his face instead. Leaning in for a kiss, you whimper into it as his hands hold you back down again. Your body is trying to lift back up as you kiss him, but his hands keep you still. So, instead you rolled your hips. He pulled on your bottom lip as he separated from the kiss, moaning as you rolled your hips. “So fuckin’ needy you couldn’t wait to start bouncing so you roll those hips?” He muttered, gripping your waist as his fingers securely held you. He guided you to bounce again, the wet sounds squelching from your previous climax as you would bounce down onto his lip. 

“I’m close.” Simon said through gritted teeth, you nodded in response. “Me too.” You whispered, pushing yourself to go faster, slamming down after you would bounce down. “Si-Simon.” The moans escaping your lips, head leaning down to bury your face in his neck. The second climax gushed out of you as it spilled around his cock, the second he would pull out you were certain you’d drip onto the floor. Simon’s own climax hitting him, his hands moving from your waist to your back as he held you close. His cock jerking in you slightly as he kept you on him until his climax surpassed. 

“Fuckin..hell.” He huffed, coming down from his climax. Simon guided your body off him as he watched the mixture of both of your cum stretch out between the two of you. You shifted uncomfortably, his eyes glancing around for anything that could be used but ended up grabbing the pocket square from his suit jacket to clean you. Once he was done you pulled your dress down, smoothing it out as he adjusted himself to zip his pants back up.

Yeah, hey, yeah Where are you now? Where are you now?

The two of you walked towards the double doors of the room, silence hanging in the air. You heard him mumble something, causing you to stop walking and look at him. He stopped to grab his mask from his pocket to pull back on. Before the mask could cover lips once more, you reached to stop it just above his lips. Slightly trembling hands resting on his cheeks as you pulled him down for a kiss.

It wasn’t long, you didn’t count the seconds, but he pulled back. His hand grabbing the mask to cover his entire face again. He nodded at you, reaching for the door and headed out. But, your feet made no effort to follow as the door opened and closed with you still inside the room.

'Cause I'm kissing you I'm kissing you, oh

The kiss for you opening the floodgates of your brain again. But, he wasn’t there when you kissed him, he detached at the same time your bodies did at the piano bench. 

Was it purely sexual for him? Was it a release? Your brain asked again. This time it was. And it left you grabbing the chair next to you for support to hold yourself up. The other hand moves to your mouth, a muffled sob is expelled from your body.

[teeny-tiny-revenge]

Came across this in a fic again and I have to vent for a moment here: Ed's hair isn't unclean or not taken care of. Ever. Even at his lowest, in the first two episodes of season two, his hair is light and blows with the wind, it's got perfect waves, there is zero grime in it. Impossible Birds Ed hair has clearly been fairly recently washed, combed out and conditioned. Ed canonically loves soap, and you don't get that hair without owning a comb or brush and frequently working oil into it. He's at sea! The air is salty! It'll dry out your hair, but Ed's hair doesn't ever look dried out. The day he decides to commit suicide he puts his hair up into a lovely bun, with whispy stands framing his face. I have no idea what some people are watching, because Ed taking meticulous care (and most likely also putting pride and love) into his hair is clear, on-screen canon.

Like, if you want to write about how he was neglecting himself in his depression Kraken era? There's plenty there for you on screen as well! He sobs all night, probably sleeps on the floor if he sleeps at all. He doesn't wear his knee brace. He drinks and does drugs (and admits to that being poison to Frenchie!). He's pushing everyone away, he's pushing himself hard into a role that made him passively suicidal even before the breakup depression. He doesn't watch his back during raids At All. There's so much self harm there to address. If you want to, it would probably be plausible to add him not bothering to properly care for any wounds he might obtain during a raid. But he clearly doesn't neglect bathing and hair care. They're probably the only elements of self-care he actually still does during this dark time!

Even rock bottom Ed doesn't neglect his hair. And that says things about him! It's also something I'd love to see actually addressed in fic (will probably write it myself one of these days...): Taking good care of his hair, putting on jewelry, doing his makeup, these are things that seem to bring Ed joy or relief in his darkest moments. Where's my fic about these quiet moments of self-care being a straw he clutches to when everything else is terrible?

I love a good bathing together/doing each other's hair fic. It's intimate and loving! And Stede and Ed are prime material to write a mutual caretaking and bonding over it couple! Ed canonically loves soap and taking care of his hair! And Stede brought an entire fucking bathtub on a ship, the wonderful madman. S1 Stede's hair is always carefully curled, and we know that's not its natural state (it's wavy but not in this manner) from seeing him in S2, away from his certainly plentiful bath and grooming equipment. Stede probably has an hour of daily hair routine! We know he has nice smelling, probably expensive soaps. Where's the fic where they share in this?

There's so much potential! They can show each other their favourite care products! Sometimes they'll work on each other and sometimes not at all! Ed's rich hair oils will make Stede's hair all sticky and weird! Ed will think it's hilarious and adorable, he'll try to ruffle his hair and make it stick up worse and Stede will pout! 🥺 He'll look like this, just with weird spiky hair! One ill-advised day they try putting Stede's curlers in Ed's hair and then they almost can't get them back out because Ed's hair is so long and has lots of natural wave and it'll cling to the curlers and it's awful (they laugh about it afterwards, once Ed has very carefully brushed his hair out again and it no longer pulls at his scalp).

Makeup was a thing done by men and women at the time, especially for aristocrats (as seen in Episode 5), so Stede will know his way around hoity toity makeup, meaning rouges and whites (contained lots of lead, yuck!). Meanwhile Ed does pirate costume makeup for Blackbeard endeavours, that's a whole different thing. And both of these are makeups they don't actually enjoy doing (Stede avoids heavy makeup for the party, and Ed's Kraken makeup is part of his whole Everything Is Awful And I'm Making Myself Feel That look). But we see Ed do nice makeup that seems to be him! On his supposed to be final day on Earth, he cleans away all the Kraken coal, he cleans up his cabin, he gets rid of drugs, booze, Izzy (everything that was harming him), he does up his hair really nice and in a style that's very much Not Blackbeard, and he puts on a gorgeous bit of eyeliner that really brings out his eyes. And now that they're safe and happy together, when Ed decides he wants to look pretty today, not only can Stede lose his marbles over the look, Ed can also show him how to make his own eyes pop like that. They can stand in front of their mirror together, giggling and trying not to poke anyone in the eye.

Like. This is a fancy bathroom items for fancy bathroom items couple. They will bond over their love of bubble baths and nice smelling soaps and soft oils for hair and skin! They will learn each other's routines and how to do them just right for them. Let Stede learn that Ed loves his baths scalding hot (Stede has to wait a while for it to cool before he joins him in the tub because he'll get all pink and lightheaded). Let Ed learn how to put in Stede's curlers for him if Stede wants his hair to look extra fluffy the next day. Let Ed learn to massage Stede's back and Stede learn to massage Ed's knee. There's so much potential for loving caretaking with this ship. The trope doesn't at all require Ed to not know or not want to take care of his hair and hygiene. Fuck's sake.

[wayfayrr]

I’LL THROW HANDS WITH ANY OF YOUR EXES THAT MADE YOU FEEL LIKE LESS, YOU ABSOLUTELY ARE LOVABLE, NEVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE MOSS <3

But also had me clutching my phone to my chest with the luck part 😭 you’re so sweet I’m sending so much love through the internet <33

I know I already made a request (which again, take as long as you need, I am more than happy to wait however long <3) but I’m so serious when I say that I need to request something sweet with self aware asexual Sky, specifically him cuddling with reader, just lying his head on their chest as they rest their cheek against his head while like, maybe they play a lil cozy game; Stardew or something- whether they are playing that game together, or Sky is just watching reader while they play, I have no preference, I just need wholesome fluff <333

~🍀 anon

I'm pretty much over it now!! made me feel like shit but eh - I'm so happy to be separate from them now :P they were a real piece of shit ngl but they don't matter anymore!

I couldn't help myself!! what can I say, it was just so tempting to refer to luck in some way - I mean your emoji is a four-leaf clover!!/aff

I did choose to do this request first cause it felt fitting for pride month (I say posting this within the last 10 minutes) but I also realised there's no way to make something noticeably ace without announcing it - so this just comes across more as soft cuddles <3 but I still think it's sweet

[masterlist]

He’s much warmer than I thought he’d be, considering he hasn’t had a pulse, or blood, or a body for very long at all, only about a week as of now. Yet he’s already mostly a natural with it, only needing a gentle reminder every now and then to breathe compared to when he was freshly - fresher out of the game and needed a nudge every couple of minutes to remember. 

It’s perfect for times like this though, just the two of us lying together taking the time to be in each other's presence and it’s hardly surprising that he’s stuck to me like glue knowing what he’s been through. I can’t help but become more enamoured with him through it all as well, while he’s not entirely like how I imagined his character would’ve been like if this kind of thing happened, if anything I’d say… he’s better. Cuddly, soft and sleepy like you’d assume from how he’s shown in-game but also just so, so much sweeter and sassier than he was shown. It’s charming. 

“You forgot to water the pumpkins my dove.”

“I didn’t but thank you for the reminder sweetheart.”

It feels comfortable calling him that now, It wasn’t immediately and he respected that, now I really couldn’t help falling for him. Right now I can feel myself slipping and falling in love with him more and more, he knows what he’s doing I’m sure of it but despite knowing that it’s impossible to stop myself. The smallest things like how he intertwined his fingers around mine while I hold the switch, resting his head on my chest. Even how his hair rustles on my chest with how he’s laying on top of me is downright addictive, driving me deeper and deeper into his spell. 

“[name], [name] love you still haven’t watered the pumpkins.”

“I’m walking over to them, I know you can see our farmer moving.” 

“Mhm, but I know you aren’t focused on the game.”

“How can I be when you’re acting like this?”

“Acting like what love?”

Where do I begin to describe how he’s been acting? That he’s been extra soft tonight? That he’s been even more gentle than usual with how he’s holding my hands and resting on me? That he’s stolen the softest clothes I own to wear right now? That since he’s started washing his hair with my conditioner his hair is so silky and fluffy and good melling that I just want to bury my face in- He knows exactly what I’m struggling to say out loud, his little giggle spelling it out instantly. 

“Acting like your partner?”

“...”

“Acting like your boyfriend?”

“...Wouldn’t any way you act be acting like my boyfriend?”

“I-!”

Never in my life would I have thought something like that would slip from my mouth that easily, making him stop breathing. And for once? It makes me forget to remind him to too.

[4pfsukuna]

Enemies to f⭐️cking lover Toji

Ok so ive been thinking about releasing a 3-5 part enemies to lovers(or something along those lines) for toji although i know the most common works on here is one shot smut. Trust smut will be involved… its toji

You used to be an american spy but japan pays nearly tripple. The jobs were quick easy taking 2 days at max. You had climbed the interest ladder for your ability to get things done in a quick and neat fashion with minimal mess and uproar increasing your salary from 4 figures to six in only a couple of months. Unfortunately theres another assasin whos getting in your way and hes the exact opposite of everything you stand for. 

Not only does he not wear a mask to cover his identity, he lets his targets know exactly who he his just so they can have his name as their last thought before death.

Toji fushiguro.

The biggest jackass youve ever met.

This wasnt your typical one sided beef where youd get mad at him and hed flirt no he had beef with the number one assassin who was stealing his target which means his money. It truly grinded his gears and yours when they made you split a salary.

“Might as well go home princess” you hear his raspy voice though princess was said in a derogatory way hes made it clear several times he hated the way you did things. Why be so… clean. Death is death.

“Fuck off pretty boy go back and crawl into whatever shitty little backroom of a laundry mat and return to horse betting” you seethe having done your research on him. Its not like he needed the money for anything important unlike you who wanted it for taking care of responsibilities back home.

This mission had been one of your biggest yet and you did not need to blow your hiding spot nor cover by arguing with his big ass over nothing.

You're grabbed from the crouching position your in and slammed against the brick wall not hard enough to hurt but it does press into your all black outfit.

“You can do whatever research you want on me but you dont fucking know me… you dont know shit.” he snarls lip on his scar stretching further yet you shove him off. “And im not a pretty boy”

“Please youre not the threat you think you are” you scoff attempting to bruise his ego and the way he steps forward lets you know you did but you never let your guard down to your surroundings and youre quick to pull out your gun aiming in his direction.

He chuckles crossing his arms over his broad chest and you may be uninterested but youre not blind to how his compression tee squeezes him in a way thats… satisfactory to the eye.

“Going to shoot me princess? I thought you were too good to get your hands dirty. Squeemish at blood even” he pokes until you release six shots shooting the men slowly approaching that he failed to notice.

“You fucking shot me!” He growls touching the tiny drip of blood from where the bullet grazed the tip of his ear just enough to break skin not cause any definite damage. 

Taking a bow you smirk before making eye contact with him the only gap in your mask being the slot for your eyes.

“Oh sorry about that pretty boy, ill do you a solid and let you tell shiu you got this one all on your own.” you tease knowing his pride wouldn't let him take the credit for something he wouldn’t do. 

“No i don’t want your pity kill” he seethes looking as if he’s ready to throw a tantrum yet you can only smile knowing you won this battle.

“Great more money for me” you grin running past him the location no longer serving you any purpose. It was time to cash in and Shiu didnt stay up past 2am.

Toji grabs your arm stopping you from escaping though before he could speak the faint sound of sirens in the distance growing closer.

“What? You goin’ to hold me here until the cops get here with these other dead bodies how do you think that’s going to look? A big, strong and muscular giant holding a petite young woman like myself” you victimize yourself and you watch the frustration grow in his eyes knowing he has to let you go.

“Its not fucking over” he hisses releasing you with a slight push making your smile grow even wider.

“Great more chances for me to teach a pup like you what not to do” you tease tearing off a piece of his shirt and pressing it to his ear. “Wouldn’t want your blood at a crime scene would we fushiguru”

And youre dissapearing into the darkness of night and he watches your silhouette slip down an alley until he no longer can. 

You may have thought you had the last laugh but he was best friends with Shiu. So when you near you third week of no assignment you figure its time to reach out to the former and see what the issue is. Learning that Toji somehow convinced him you wanted a break you decided it was time to cut your ties temporarily with the man and find a new “project manager”

The next assignment is the most you’ve ever been offered so high in the six digits it’s close to seven and for a simple retreival mission.

So when youre standing surrounded

“Toj

Waking up with a throbbing headache youre confused when you meet the eyes of a spikey haired 5 year old who is playing with a toy truck a black puppy not to far behind. He must feel you stairing since he turns to face you and gives you a toothy grin.

“My dad must like you, he doesnt let us wear hats in the house but let you keep your mask on” he stutters slightly and you reach up feeling the mask

[tismtron]

Could i request for the matsunos sextuples to react to obsessive Reader asking them "do You think you'll kill for me one day?" Like lana del rey's song "i want it all" hehehe

“Yes, of course I will my Darling.”

This was giving Mafia au so I was going to make based off them to make it more exciting. And it’s one of my favorite aus.

(Only warning for suggested murder)

Reader-afab she/her pronouns NOT PROOF READ YET

The Don Matsuno was known for being a lot of things. Prideful, Solipsistic, Vulgar, Comical, Egotistical, the list goes on. To sum up how he works in one word would be Direct. Everything about him can be seen as straightforward as he prefers to make orders clear enough to not mess up.

To his lover, His wife, to you, are well familiar with his work and how he can be. One of the reasons why you fell in love with him. Hell you love a lot about him. You catch yourself wearing his signature color red more often to his parties and meetings you are allowed to attend. The smell of his cigars he smokes lingers in his clothes makes you yearn for him when he’s away. One night when you were getting ready for on of his parties celebrating another successful business reap from his families casino and drug trafficking. You sat at your vanity mirror putting on your makeup when Osomatsu leaned on your shared bedroom doorframe. You glanced over at your husband who’s dressed to the nines in a formal black suit and blood red overcoat. You still find it funny how you still obsess over him like a crush even when you two are married.

Your mind began to wonder, does he feel the same way towards you? You were so close to him that you are in close touch with the rest of his family. But a small voice inside you makes you think his love may be superficial. He’s killed people. In the early start of his family business he did with his own hands. Now as the Don he can just send his men and grunts to take care of that for him. Would he kill for you?

“Would you kill for me one day?”

It just slipped out of your red lipstick glossed lips like it was a normal question.

He paused his moments while he lit a cigar, peering at you before putting the said cigar to his tongue.

“Of course.” He now strides to where you sat, making sure to keep eye contact with you through the mirror.

“You would?” Your voice still soft but clear. Searching for earnest truth his voice. Osomatsu puts his arms on either side of yours so hes caging you in his chest. “I would kill someone myself with nothing but my own hands for you. You are my world, my wife.”

Being the right hand man in a mass mafia organization is not a clean nor easy job to have. He’s the second most powerful man in his families business, following out the Dons orders and organizing the workers and grunts to do their respective jobs. You his spouse are allowed to be aware of what he does by the blessing of his mother. He’s very good at his job and goes above and beyond to protect you from any harm that does inevitably come with this business. But what really made you fall head over heels was how he tried his best to make sure you know that you’re loved. Karamatsu will take you on expensive fancy dinner dates when he’s off work. He will always have room for you in his schedule no matter what. You asked him the question when you were finished with patching up his wounds from today’s job. He had to supervise a couple trade transactions with only one getting out of hand.”you would ever Kill for me one day?” You asked while he was staring at his bandaged hand, now shifting up to meet your gaze. “Yes of course would my darling. What would make you think I wouldn’t my turtle dove?” His corny nicknames made you swoon at how he’s such a hopeless romantic. “I’d kill god himself for you my dear.”

The strategist coordinates all the money laundering and heists. Tracking the amount of money that goes in and out of the bank and each trade the family makes and spends. You do wake up at night to see him crunching numbers at three in the morning and have to usher him back to bed. You do see the stress in his eyes when his other brothers don’t take him serious unless it’s about the next mission. You two were at a party hosted by the Don with alliances and family. You were trying to find him in the crowd before spotting him at the balcony on his phone and a cigarette perched to his lips.

“Room for one more?” You joked as you poked you head out the door.

“Always.” He sighs with a smile realizing it’s you. A puff of smoke leaving his lips as you fix his tie.

“You know at a party you’re not supposed to be working.” You eyed his phone that was tracking there opposition that’s currently on the other side of the ocean.

“I guess you’re right.” He gives in before putting his phone away in his pocket.

The both you spent the night dancing and conversing with the other guests at the party. When you two were taking the limo back is when you asked him. “Would you kill for me if you had to?” His eyes go wide for a second. Feeling this question being unprompted. “You’re always worried about your work. I just don’t know if you would put in the same effort for me sometimes.” You look out the window when you say this. Not seeing the hurt in his face.

”Of course I would kill for you. dont ever think that I wouldn’t.” He grabs your hand and interlocks it with his, grabbing you chin with his finger so you’d make eye contact with him.

“I’m sorry for being so busy i promise I’ll do anything for you.”

When your spouse the Executioner of his families mafia business you get used to his suits being stained with blood in the laundry hamper.

He’s cold and rough to everyone, including to some of his family, but you get to see the hidden parts of him most don’t get to see. And you know you’ve worked hard to get to that point with him. And he’s worked hard to trust you, not just with himself but also with his family, his work, his life. You brought up the question you met up with him while he fed his tiger in the cellar. The same cellar he kept hustling tools and supplies. You leaned your head on his shoulder as he gave the last of the human arm to the tiger. His jaws crushing down of the tender bone with a crunch like it was nothing.

“Would you kill for me if you had to?”

Your eyes still at the feasting tiger while ichimatsu pressed a kiss on your scalp.

“I do this everyday.” He’s not mad, you can tell in his gruff tone he’s just tired.

“I know baby.” You hummed taking his arm in yours to drag him upstairs to get ready for bed. As you got under the covers of the bed he sat of the bed in his boxers. His back was covered in elaborate ink markings from the big tattoo he got. All of his brothers including him get a massive and detailed body tattoos to signify their roles and their status. Atop the back tattoo that’s marked his skin are scars and old bullet wounds. Some you remember patching up for him.”I’d kill anyone for even looking at you. you know that right?”his voice is gravely and tone stern. You hummed in response to signal that you do know. You reach out your hand to paw at the empty space of the bed. He huffed and shuffled close to you under the sheets. His big arms wrapped around your waist. His nose softly grazing the nape of your neck. “I love you. You know that right?” He murmured, his breath hitting the back of your ear. “I love you too.” You turn to him and softly kiss his temple. He softly grunts in response,

Falling asleep with you in his arms.

The muscle of the Matsuno Family Mafia jyushimatsu is feared by many. Mainly for his inhuman, unnatural strength and big never changing smile in his face. Usually with the executioner or Second hand man as a body guard. as many others know him for breaking bones with an empty smile on his face accompanied with a thousand yard stare, to you he’s your loving sweet husband. With him you don’t even have to ask. You’ve seen him crush some man’s skull with one hand one night because the skeez slipped a hand up your dress. Jyushimatsu looked to you after and said.”you want ice cream? I know a wonderful place far from here.”

The influence. Like the Strategist, the influence takes care of business with a technological advantage. Todomatsu wipes the social media of there’s identities and crimes. Promotes the family casino and keeps up with events and functions of the family business. While also keeping tabs on rival mafias, mobs, and gangs. Like Osomatsu, ge used to get his own hands dirty when they were starting out. Because of this of this he became well knowledgeable with a gun. You his wife ask him the question when he had the day off. You two spent the whole day spoiling each other in new clothes and window shopping. At nightfall you were both had face masks on and watched brain rotting reality tv. You sometimes still find it hard this guy is a mafia boss when he has a hamster face mask and laughing his ass off at the tv. You felt dumb feeling insecure while comfortable in your lavish blankets and having a cold penguin face mask on. But your just want to know.

“Would you kill for me?”

His eyes that were glued to the television now wide eyed at you, his cackling happy expression immediately gone.

“I’m sorry I ruined the moment-“

You immediately fall back on your words feeling embarrassed.

“No no no you didn’t you just caught me off guard.” He reached for your hand to intertwine your fingers together.

“Did something happened what brought this up?” You love that he cares so much.

“No! Not really. I don’t know really just curious.” You lie like you haven’t thought about this before. Would he get his hands dirty for you? He knows this question was one that was haunting you. Todo moved closer to you and peels your face mask off, the air cold on your face.

“Of course I will my darling.” He says with compassion, though his face mask takes away from the serious moment. You peel off his face mask and kissed him sweetly.

Let’s fucking gooo sorry for taking so long I’m fist fighting a hurricane and college

[storm-angel989]

hello!

today was my birthday, and i was wondering if you could write some comfort?

Val x teen trans reader? My friends kept teasing me today for being trans and I was wondering if Val Vel and Vox would be there for reader :)

Hi friend,

First of all- Happy Birthday! The world is a better place because you were born into it. <3 I'm sorry that you're going through this, I hope this story brings you a bit of comfort and love today and every day!

<3 Mandy

The ones who made fun of me did so relentlessly. 

It didn’t matter that I was the child of one of the highest ranking overlords in the pride ring. It didn’t matter that my father, Valentino, was literally the overlord of lust and depravity. It didn’t matter that he was in a well known polyamorous relationship with my Auntie Velvette and Uncle Vox.

But Satan Forbid I come out as transgender. 

Genderfluid, I technically identified as. Flowing through outfits with the self I identified the most with that day. Some days that meant more masculine, some days more feminine but for the most part, I dressed in between, my styles ebbing and flowing. In a school setting, that meant my uniform switched from the skirts required for the girls, and the polo shirts and khakis required for the boys. Dress down days and school events meant whatever vibe I went most with. 

“So, are you a girl or a boy?” One of my so-called friends demanded the day before. “He, She, It?”

The question in itself wasn’t the worst that I had heard. But it was the tone, the mockery of the way the words were spoken that made me feel small. I tried to explain that it didn’t matter- I used both pronouns. But either way, at the end of the day, I was just me. 

“Fucking weirdo,” was the response. “Why can’t you just be a boy or a girl? Like a normal person?”

Feeling dejected, I made my way out of the school and climbed into the awaiting limo. Was I wrong, I wondered, for expressing how I felt? Was I wrong for being who I was? With each passing second, the sadness in my chest grew. I stepped out of the limo and into the flat I called home. I tossed aside my school uniform and pulled on a pair of pajama pants and t shirtI struggled to do my homework, struggled to find something to keep my mind off of the cruel words spoken. But instead, they kept playing on repeat. 

“Kiddo? Dinner time,” my Uncle Vox called. 

I wasn’t hungry. But skipping family dinner was never an option. I begrudgingly sat up and made my way down the hallway. I slid in my seat at the table and quietly nibbled at my plate. 

“Tough day, sweetheart?” My father asked. 

“You’ll feel better if you talk to us,” my Auntie Velvette added. “Come on, spill honey bun. What’s eating you?”

I kept my gaze down as “Did people…did people give you a hard time when you guys came out as poly?” 

“Someone giving you a hard time?” Vox asked with concern. 

Valentino held up his hand. “First we answer the question. In short, mi amore, no. But for no other reason than we were already at the top of the chain of power. Why do you ask?”

“Cause, I guess….Dad, is there something wrong with me?” I blurted out. “My friends called me weird. A couple people asked if I was confused cause I wear both the boys and girls uniforms. Someone even called me fucked up, and I just…am I?”

All three voices flooded the table at once. 

“No, Bebita.”

“Absolutly fucking not.”

“No, buddy, no. You’re not. Fucking christ.”

I didn’t answer. Any sense of an appetite had vanished and I pushed myself back from the table. 

“I think I need to be alone,” I mumbled as I tried to bite back the tears.

“Fuck. No, that’s the last thing you need,” my father said sharply. He pushed his own chair back and his hand fell to my shoulder. “No. Hey, reader. Look at me.”

I felt his fingers under my chin as he tilted my head up to meet his gaze. 

“This is what we’re going to do, princessa. Tomorrow morning, first thing, I’m calling the school. You will not be subjected to blatant bigotry, teasing or bullying. You’re my kid, and I won’t stand for it.”

“Dad, I…”

He held up his other hand. “I’m not finished. I respect and understand that you’re a teenager now and you need your space. But I’m not going to let you sit and torment yourself relentlessly alone in your room. You can hang out with us, we can watch a movie, I don’t care. But you’re not going to go through this by yourself.” 

He folded me into a hug and for the first time in a long time, I rested my head on his shoulder a cried. Every fear, every feeling, every sense of self doubt flooded out. Before I knew it, I was on the couch with a cup of tea in my hand while my family listened. 

“We promise you, we love you just the way you are. There is nothing wrong with being trans, being genderfluid, hell mi amore, you could tell me tomorrow you wanted to get implants or grow out your hair. We don’t care. What we care about is your happiness, and you being comfortable in your body.” My father reassured me gently.

“And feeling safe and secure to do so in everyday life,” my Uncle Vox added. “That includes school.”

“And we promise, even when you’re scared or not quite sure how you feel- we’re here. You won’t ever be going through any of this alone,” my Aunt Velvette added. “We love you. More than anything.” 

[peterman-spideyparker]

In Suspense (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey lovelies! Because I was indecisive and didn’t know what fic to post first, I let a Tumblr poll decide out of three, and this one was the winner! I admit, it’s a bit self-serving, but good gravy I love this man. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Matt’s riding a high from a good day in court, and you’ve had a crappy day—your only perk having been being able to work from home. When Matt finally gets to the loft and you catch a glimpse of a particular piece of attire, you just can’t help yourself.

Warnings: Domestic fluff, established relationship, smut (oral—m and f receiving, needy and a bit rough, unprotected p in v sex, praise/Matt bring flirty and cocky, creampie), swearing/dirty talk

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,937

“Hey sweetheart,” you hear Matt call as he enters the loft. 

“Matt!” you say surprised, putting your laptop on the table and moving over to meet him halfway. His glasses, briefcase, and cane have all been discarded by the door, and he begins to loosen his tie. “Court let out early?”

“Yep,” he smiles, placing his hands gently on your waist as he pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “It also helps that it was a Friday afternoon and that I caught the prosecutions’s star witness in a lie during cross, got a confession on the stand, and saved my client from a wrongful imprisonment.”

“Matt, that’s amazing!” you cheer, wrapping him in a big hug. There’s a wonderful, prideful glow about him, feeling a strong sense of pride for what he was able to do for his clients. You mirror his joy, feeling nothing but admiration and amazement for him and how he helps the people who really need it. You press a sweet kiss to his cheek before you lean back and look at him, running your fingers through his hair as you cradle the back of his head. “You never cease to amaze me.”

“I do like the challenge of one-upping myself.”

You give him another kiss before you run your hands down his arms.

“I’m gonna clock out early and I’ll run down the the little market a couple of blocks over and I’ll get what I need to make your favorite for dinner. Tonight, we’re celebrating.”

“I think we can achieve that same level of celebration with some takeout. Now it’s just a matter of deciding the kind of cuisine.”

“Well, now, that’s something for the man of honor to decide.”

“Personally, I don’t think we can ever go wrong with Thai.”

“Then Thai it is,” you beam. “Usual?”

“Usual.”

“Now that you’ve heard about my day, how was yours, sweetheart?”

“Not nearly as eventful as yours,” you sigh. “Long. Stressful. Not things Fridays should be.”

“I’m sorry, angel. But the day is almost done, I’m home, and no one can give feel-better cuddles like me. Actually, Foggy probably could.”

“He is a master snuggle bear. But I have my cuddle devil on call whenever I need him.”

“Damn right, you do,” he confirms with a long, sweet kiss and a quick smack to your butt before you both move toward the kitchen. As you walk, he takes off his suit jacket, and you stop mid-movement when you catch what’s underneath. 

“Matty, are you wearing suspenders?” you ask, feeling a blush rush to your cheeks while you watch him roll up his sleeves to his elbows. 

“Yeah.”

“Aren’t suspenders more of a tuxedo piece of attire for you?”

Matt gives a little shrug and pout of his lips. “I just felt like mixing it up today.”

“Well,” you breathe, closing the space between Matt and you once more. “In the interest in mixing it up, I think we should continue with the theme.” Matt’s eyebrows arch in confusion and anticipation as that beautiful lopsided smirk graces his lips. Hooking your thumbs under the elastic, gently sliding them down the fabric and stopping at the middle of his pecs, barely an inch between your faces. “Dessert before dinner?”

The smile that curls on Matt’s lips and the mischievous glint in his eye speaks louder than words as he pulls you in for a panty-soaking kiss. You moan into his mouth and pull his body impossibly close to yours by the textured fabric of his suspenders. 

“This really does something for you, huh?” Matt chuckles against your lips.

“Oh, yeah, Matty,” you hum, running your hands up and over his shoulders. “You have no idea what this does for me.”

Feeling the soft locks of his hair, you cup the back of his head and pull him back into you the short distance for another deep kiss, causing your bodies to fall onto the couch. With the solid flop on the couch making squeaky leather sounds, you both giggle into the kiss as you continue to embrace. As Matt’s hands cradle your face, he chases your lips, planting big, quick, open kisses on you that make your lips tingle. You move to unbutton his crisp white shirt, feeling his soft scarred skin underneath the soft cotton fabric.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” you murmur into his mouth before he pulls back and sucks on your neck, marking you up for all to see. 

“I guess I should wear suspenders more often,” he nips at your earlobe. 

“Then we’d be doing this all the time.”

“I’m not opposed to that, angel—don’t put the idea in my head.”

You smile and giggle as you move in for more kisses, moaning as his hands glide up your body and his tongue explores your mouth. 

“Mmm,” you whimper as you grind against him. His grip tightens on your hips, pushing the fabric of your shirt up on your skin. You pull your lips from his and suck marks into his neck, sucking at his earlobe occasionally. “Wanna suck you off. Wanna bounce on your cock, too.”

Matt slides his hands over your body, squeezing your breasts before running his fingers through your hair, holding you incredibly close as he kisses you, letting you sneak down between his legs, freeing him just enough from his pants and boxers where you can give him a few pumps and swallow him whole—the fact that he’s still relatively soft making the entire thing easier. Matt moans in delight as you drag your lips up and down his shaft, tracing the prominent vein in his cock with the tip of your tongue, further using it to your advantage as you lick the underside of the mushroom head before kissing the tip of his cock slowly, your lips wrapping around the hot, pink flesh. 

Your time on your knees with Matt down your throat doesn’t last long, as he pulls you up and leans your body backward on the sofa so you’re completely at his mercy. He pulls his lips from yours and presses kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone before pulling your shirt off of your body. 

“No bra, sweetheart?” he chuckles as his hands settle on your exposed ribcage, his thumbs brushing just under your breasts. 

“No need—perks from working at home,” you smile as you run your hand through his hair. 

“Works great for me,” he says with a lick of his lips, dipping his face down, taking one of your breasts into his mouth while his hand grabs at the other one. Your back arches as you moan loudly into the apartment, Matt sucking at your nipple and licking at the supple flesh. You feel him roll your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, getting it nice and pebbled before putting his mouth on it, mimicking the motion with the other nipple. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, your tits are so perfect,” he pants as he kisses you right above your racing heart. Taking your breasts in his large hands, he pushes your breasts together, burying his face right into them and moaning into the skin. 

“Matty,” you whine. “Fu . . . Ooh. Matty, eat me out. Please, Matty, need your mouth on me.”

Matt kisses your neck again before pulling off, making quick work of your pants. You lean up, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the living room before he guides you back down and spreads your legs wide, grazing his hands over your aching core before sliding two fingers into you, pumping them just so.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he coos. “Shit . . . So fucking wet f’me, too.”

Dipping down, he wraps his lips around your clit and you moan, arching your back and tossing your head to the side as he eats you out and stretches you wide. 

“Matt!” you cry. “Matty! Fuck . . . Fuck, baby, I need your cock.”

“Thought you wanted my mouth?” he hums into your core. 

“Matt, please! ‘M gonna cum. Wanna do it on your cock.”

He slowly pulls his fingers from you and kisses up your body. “Of course, baby. You’re such a good girl. I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, I’ll give you my cock.”

Completely ridding himself of his suspenders and slacks, the fabric blend joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. He pumps himself in one hand while he uses his other to adjust you on the couch, pinning you in a pocket of the cushions that creates the most comfort for the both of you. Tapping your pussy with his dick a few times, he gathers up the slick dripping from between your legs and slowly pushes all the way in, your moans harmonizing in the apartment as he moves to completely bottom out. His lips move against yours in a passionate kiss, the both of you doing your darnedest to chase your desires. As you go back and forth, Matt starts fast, shallow thrusts, hitting everything just right.

“Feel so good like this,” he breathes against your neck. “Perfect, angel. Made for me.”

“Right there!” you squeak as you try to hold onto his back, your nails scratching at his soft, scarred skin. “Right there, Matty! Just like that!”

The leather of the cushions squeak as the feet of the sofa scratch against the old hardwood of the loft with each of Matt’s thrusts. Your moans and cries of pleasure come out of you on their own volition as Matt ruts into you over and over. You hold onto him as you feel your orgasm build, and you cling to him as if your life depends on it when you finally feel your release wash over you. He holds onto you and gives you the support you need as you experience nothing but pleasure, his hips keeping a relatively steady pace as he cums inside of you shortly after you clench around his length, pushing the hot ropes of his release deep inside of you. 

“Mm, congrats on your win, counselor,” you hum, completely blissed out as you kiss his forehead, temple, cheek, and finally his lips.

Matt gives you a happy-hazy smile as he kisses the expanse of skin from your shoulders up to your neck.

“Sorry you had a crappy day, angel,” he says with a kiss to your sweet spot.

“It’s been less crappy since you got home.” That’s when it hits you, and you can’t help but laugh. “Oops.”

“What?” Matt chuckles into your neck, pressing a kiss into one of the hickies he left on your skin.

“I didn’t clock out—I just had sex and got paid.”

“Like a prostitute?” he offers, only making the pair of you laugh harder.

“Oh my—not funny!”

“Objection—it’s hilarious. Can you imagine?”

“Okay, sustained,” you laugh as you roll into him, resting your head on his muscly arm, the image he put in your head truly too ridiculous to not be funny. 

“C’mon. Clock out so when this happens again later—.”

“‘Again later’?”

“Yeah. I’m still in a celebratory mood, and I’ve gotta make sure my girl forgets all about her crappy day.”

You hum in agreement as Matt kisses your forehead once more, adjusting you so you can get cozy on the couch together in his arms. Moving as little as you can from him, you grab your phone and clock out, kissing along the lines of a red angry scratches you left in his skin as he holds you close, making sure you both recharge for round after round tonight.

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[genshindsau]

Summary: A few months have passed since the war with one of your sisters had simmered down. Now with the bright lights and festivals taking place it almost seems like nothing happened. You were more than happy to watch from the window, not wanting to disrupt anyone but a certain consort couldn't allow that.

CW: Implications of war and threats to genshin characters (nothing happens), implied nsfw thoughts. Consort!Ayato, Empress!reader.

Taking in the bright sights around you, you mentally praised the work of your consorts. The sun had set, allowing the lanterns to shine and illuminate the streets. There were numerous food stands, drinks being offered, clothing and nonessentials being laid out. Each stand had people crowding around, aching to try the delicacies. Children were running down the streets, strings in one hand and sweets in the other. The atmosphere was lively and the people were overjoyed enough that they did not get nervous in your presence, though they still showed their respect by bowing their head towards you and your consorts.

You were originally not going to walk the street, happy enough to have watched the festival from your window. It wasn't until Ayato, who was the main one in charge of making sure that everything went smoothly with the festival, had come to see you. When he entered your room, he was wearing different clothing than usual. His hair was let down, beautiful blue hair framing his face along with a silver head piece resting on the crown of his head. The head piece was more festive than it was to show his position as consort. It has baby blue flowers interwoven with the silver and some blue gem dangling from the base to frame the side of his face.

"You look lovely," you praised him and watched as a beautiful smile graced his lips. It wasn't often you gave out genuine compliments and he couldn't help the pride that surged through him, his back straightening up as he practically preened under your gaze. 

"Thank you, Your Grace. The clothing was gifted from the traveling merchants," his hands smoothed down the fabric as he talked.

"Well if you enjoy them so much, let me know that name of the merchants and we can work something out."

"I'll keep that in mind," He hesitated for a moment. "But that is not that reason I sought you out. "

You raised an eyebrow and took a sip from your goblet. The wine was delightfully flavored. Sweet but a gentle aftertaste. It was different from the usually wine you drank, more rare, which made sense why they took it out for the festival.

"I am heading down to the festival myself and I would like you to come with me," he had carefully planned and picked out his words before coming to meet you; knowing how important it was to say the right thing in order for you to agree with what he was about to ask. "This festival is done in order to show the prosperity of the land. It is to allow the people, your people, to celebrate their freedom and the fact that they can live out their lives the way they want."

"Mhh," You made a sound in the back of your throat to let him know that you were listening to him. Your gaze shifted to the window, looking down at all the people walking around. Families, couples, small children squealing happily as they took in all the new decorations. A sharp contrast to how it was just a few months ago.

"None of this would have been possible if it weren't for your actions,"

A scoff slipped past your lips. It wasn't in malicious intent nor was it to insult him in anyway but... it's been a rough few months. The planning, the sleepless nights, the dangers towards your harem members, ordering people to die for you, fighting, having to relive parts of your childhood that you really did not want to, all of it threw you in a mindset that was hard to get out of - even if its been just a few weeks ago.

"I know these past few months have been difficult. Everyone is trying to adjust from having to live on high alert to finally being able to live more comfortably." He walked up next to you as he gazed down the window as well. You could hear the residue stress in his tone and felt a tightness in your chest. Being a high level consort in the harem left him as a pretty popular target these past few months.

"It's a nice offer but I am more than capable on enjoying the festive from up here." You shrugged, moving away from the window. "Besides I think my presence may damper the mood."

You held no negative feelings on how your people view you. You have committed awful actions, not just in these past months but also multiple times throughout your life. It only makes sense that people would hold distain for you. You would actually be more distrustful with people who said they liked you after knowing what actions you've taken. In your position, being heavily liked isn't always the way to remain powerful - neither is being completely hated.

"I don't believe that," Ayato's voice distracted you from your thoughts. "Some may be apprehensive but that is just because they're not used to being around you. I am not saying to portray yourself as this all-caring and kind individual."

"Ouch," you deadpan at how he described you - though both of you know you really don't care.

His lips quirked upwards. "We both know that it would not be safe for most of the people who exist under your rule, if you did not have the… image you have. However, being viewed one way by your enemies and another by your allies would not necessarily be a terrible thing."

Unknowingly, you shake your head.

A sigh filled the air, one full of sympathy but also understanding as you didn't respond to his words. "I just wish that you would consider it." He wasn't getting to you. He could tell.

"Why is this so important to you?"

Ayato took a moment, silence filling the air.

"Is it really just to help boost morale," you set down your empty wine glass. "To offer some connection to people who I have no need to get close to - who have no reason to know who I am beyond what I let them know. It's easier - and safer - for the people to think of me as this cruel, callous person."

"yes," he cracked a smile. "but also no. Perhaps I would just like to spend this time with you," With one free hand, he wrapped it around your forearm in a delicate but firm grasp. Your lips quirked up as you looked at where his hand was clasping your arm. He's one of the rare ones who is brave enough to be so forward with you. "Let the both of us hear the praises personally while you view what we've accomplished."

"That's rather selfish." you quip back, no malice in your words.

"Well, I am selfish," he stated easily, no hesitation in his voice. "It's been so long since you've come to see me - since we've spent time just the two of us."

"There it is," with an amused quirk of your lips you turn to face him. "The truth of why you've come down here." Your hand pinches at his chin, your thumb caressing the skin, before softly tugging at his bottom lip. "Spare me all of your honey-coated words and save them for the people who would actually fall for them."

He lips tugged up at the corners. His tongue gently poked out of to flick at your thumb which was slowly caressing the soft muscle of his bottom lip. "I'll keep that in mind." He hushed out, his voice quieting due to the shift in the atmosphere. "But my words remain true."

"Do they?" You drop your hand from his face.

Even with the cloth wrapped around your head, Ayato can feel the piercing of your eyes into his. A shudder travels up his spine, his body shivering lightly. He focuses his gaze on your face, his eyes dropping to your lips and chin due to it being the one section of area that is not hidden from his view.

"Of course." He takes a step closer to you, the warmth of your body permeating into his. "So come with me." He tilts his head to the side, feigning an innocent look but there's a sly smile forming on his lips. "After everything I've done, how long I've waited, I think I deserve it."

You snort softly at his words. The subtle manipulation is perhaps not so subtle, not to you. He knows that as well. You can tell by the twinkle of amusement in his eyes as he leans his face closer to yours. "Please." He added on in a soft voice.

Gazing at him, you can tell why so many of the other nobles are entranced by him and fall for his words. He's good at his position. Good at manipulating weak-minded individuals into doing what he wants with his words and even his looks. Even you feel you well-developed walls dropping around him.

You suppose it wouldn't hurt. You can go out for five, maybe ten minutes before leaving, perhaps even managing to drag Ayato away for some time alone, away from prying eyes. You shake your head at that thought, ignoring the simmering of arousal in your gut as you can't help but imagine it - imagine him: sprawled underneath you, body bare and marked, covered in sweat, drool, and…

You clear your throat, refocusing on Ayato who was smirking softly, as if he knew your thoughts. He did.

You focus on the words he said earlier before you got lost in your own salacious thoughts. It would appease Ayato and his words actually have some merit to them. A sigh passes through your lips, your shoulder dropping and Ayato knew he won. Knew he wore you down.

He leaned forward, his face angling up a little as he stretched to press a soft kiss to the skin of your cheek, his lips barely brushing against you before he pulled back with a smile. He turned around, his robes flourishing behind him before you grab the back of his neck and drag him into a real kiss. "I'll see you at the entrance then. Five minutes."

[batunatu]

Hi!! I know you as THE Radar fan and take everything you say as canon /j lol. I DO however, love your Radar headcanons and think you understand his character really well!! I wanted to ask if you have any really specific headcanons for Radar!! I also wanna know if you think Radar is nearsighted or farsighted!! ((ﾟ□ﾟ))

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII HOLAAAAA HELLOOOOOOOOO

WOAH, they haven't called me that for a while, since the end of 2021 my "obsession" or "hyperfixation" persists on the radar (idk if I should call it that because idk if i'm neurodivergent or neurotypical but i live overthinking about my nerves like that huhhh it's beside the point) BUT YES, i was in a big obsession with aidesse (ohno) and aiden and blaze rods in general, i think i started to get bored w aiden when i gave more attention to radar because i liked a little the concept of radesse so i started to get very fond of it , identify myself w him and draw him religiously lol(?, that's how i created the perfect formula for chaos and when i started to pay a lot of attention to radesse, BOOOMMM, brainrot.

from my abandoned channel on youtube to my now tragically paused tiktok account, they always recognized me as the radar fan and since i was very interested i was always very defensive with his hc being a minor EWWW, i was in several debates when there was a considerable amount people if it's not that EVERYONE hated radesse because of the popularization of that hc. so yeah lol i became the radesse/radar CEO or "that radesse artist" on tiktok, sorry for the infodumping lmfao

anyway, my mistake is that i never write down my hcs so I'll try to improvise a little HMMM

first of all, PRIDE MONTH, so radar is a bi boy, i always saw him preferring boys (and huhh how do i say this without sounding weird... older women-) and i had a couple of ideas of him only having ex-boyfriends. so radar would be like achillean if he wasn't with f!jesse i guess?

and i think this is self-projection but i like to believe that he falls under the enby umbrella so i like that he is boyflux with he/him pronouns because i am girlflux and there is not much visibility of this micro label. i love to think that he looks androgynous so he loves this thing of wearing and styilizing clothes, let's say that sometimes he looks like that softboy/dark academy mf you would see in a wattpad story and sometimes he experiments with fashion, although he doesn't seem like he is a boy who loves to show off branded clothes so he is a gucci boy ( or well, this brand reflects very well the type of clothing i see radar wearing)

REFERENCES!!!

and i like to think that sometimes he wears baggy clothes and then shows off his figure, he is very versatile and let's say that soft colors and color palettes are his thing, he is an organizing boy, perhaps a perfectionist.

WOAH, let's continue

well, before eric confirmed that radar was asian, i had a hc that he was peruvian or chilean or latino in general. at first i also had a hc of him being from malaysia but then it convinced me that he was filipino, i heard that the culture of that country is similar to that of latin america. that doesn't mean that i often draw radar being argentine or practicing the argentine gaucho culture, but nahh, he is 100% filipino.

Well, I LIKE THIS HC, IT IS VERY RECENT AND WAS MADE FOR THE LAPIS AU but i made up a last name for him because i don't like giving him yuri lowhental's last name lol, his last name is benitoite, it is a precious gem since i have the idea that in the universe of mcsm it is common for people to have last names by precious gems etc (? also, lapis lazuli and benitoite look similar so it is perfect for me.

i feel like ray sees jack as a father figure or well, jack sees radar as a son along with petra and they both got used to that type of relationship, aww

radar in terms of musical tastes, he is like emmett from lego movie, he listens to and loves commercial music, i think that google corporate music. although, he likes city pop, a bit of 2010's pop, shibuya kei: gorillaz, fantastic plastic machine, CAPSULE, miranda bc why not, pizzicato five, glass animals, patrick watson, tally hall, lemon demon, blur, lady gaga

yum here's the playlist

OHH AND THE NOW NOW IS HIS ALBUM, each song reminds me a lot of radar, especially humility, tranz, fireflies, kansas, souk eye, ALL OF THEM, EVERY SONG ON THAT DAMN ALBUM IS FOR RADAR.

ok soo tumblr hates so it wont let my copypaste augh

my poor guy

I WOULD LIKE TO KEEP WRITING HCS ITS SO FUNN

huh, and thanks to the headcanon of my dear mootie mksbigg3stfan ;33 radar would be farsighted for me, that scene when his glasses break and he asks Jesse if they were there when he is 1 meter away from them, lol, and well, i have problems- HE'S GOING TO HAVE HIS EXERCISE ROUTINES AND HE'S GOING TO BECOME AN ATHLETIC DAD dammnnn

yumyum see ya later YEEEEE I LOVE THIS