#anyway I got your other ask and I’m. gonna draw a response to that as well. good lird 😭

[spiritonadventure]

2 questions: 1, can Tom see out of the eyes on his cheek; and how well? is it disorienting? and 2: not a question I’m throwing a slice of Kraft cheese at ram

[7ndipity]

Shy

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You’re desperately craving your boyfriend's attention, but are too shy to ask for it outright. Luckily, Yoongi knows what you want anyway.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut, swearing, unprotected sex(don’t do this pls), soft dom-ish Yoongi, brief mentions of insecurities, not proofread

A/N: Thanks @theuselessdaydreamingidiot for requesting this! I had so much writing this one, I hope you like it!

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He had to be doing this on purpose.

Normally, Yoongi could read you like a book, whether that was knowing whether you’d had a particularly rough day or just what food you were craving, all you had to do was look at him and he would know what you wanted.

Which was why his current lack of response to your attempts to gain his attention was so frustrating.

The two of you hadn’t been able to see each other all week due to your work schedules, and to say you were starting to go a little crazy was an understatement. As soon as you got to his place, all you had been able to think about was jumping his bones. Normally, you didn’t consider yourself a particularly horny person, but being without your boyfriend for any extended amount of time definitely tended to make you extra needy.

It didn’t help that your boyfriend in question somehow managed to look so fucking hot all. the. time. Even the simple sweatpants and white tee combo he was wearing was enough to make you clench your thighs together with need in your current state.

You’d tried your best to ignore it through dinner, but once the two of you had cozied up together on the couch to watch an episode of a drama, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were hyper aware of the warmth radiating off of his body, his arm looped loosely around your waist, the scent of his cologne filling your senses and drawing you closer, tucking your face against his neck as the ache in your core grew stronger.

Fuck you wanted him so bad.

Usually, all you needed to do was just give a little hint that you were in the mood to Yoongi and he would take the lead for you, asking in a low voice if you wanted to make each other feel good, an offer that you always readily agreed to.

But tonight, nothing seemed to catch his attention.

You let your fingers dance over his skin, tracing little patterns over his arm, up his bicep to his shoulder and back again, trying to elicit a response from him, but all he’d done was tighten his other arm around your waist ever so slightly.

Deciding to try being a bit more direct, you shifted around in his hold, pressing teasing little kisses along the underside of his jaw, knowing it was one of his weak spots, hoping he would finally catch on to hint at what you wanted.

Yoongi hummed appreciatively, but his attention was still fully locked on the screen in front of you, relaxing further into the couch.

You drew back slowly, frowning in frustration as you studied his side profile.

Maybe he was just really interested in the show, maybe he wasn’t in the mood, you weren’t sure, but you felt too shy and awkward to ask outright.

Giving up, you slipped out from under his arm and stood up.

“Where’re you going?” He asked, finally looking up at you with a small frown.

“I’m tired, I think I’m just gonna go on to bed.” You lied.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a slight pout. “You want me to come with you?”

Yes please! “No, you stay and finish the show.” You pecked his cheek. “G’night, Baby.”

You quickly made your way down the hall to his room, not bothering with a light as you climbed into bed, curling onto your side away from the door, staring at the wall in frustration.

You don’t know why you hadn’t just said yes when he’d offered to come with you, maybe then he would’ve caught on if you’d tried again? Or maybe he was intentionally ignoring you as a way to tease you for your shyness with him.

You don’t know why you always felt so shy to initiate anything sexual with Yoongi, it wasn’t like your relationship was particularly new or anything, but everytime you even thought about saying the same things that Yoongi said to you, they sounded so awkward and unsexy, not at all like when he said them. When he said them, you felt your stomach drop in the best way, your knees turning to jelly as your heart rate picked up. In just a few words, he could completely turn you to putty in his hands, a skill you desperately wished you possessed at times like this. Instead you were laying in bed alone and irritated.

No more than five minutes had passed before you heard the bedroom door behind you open,

Yoongi’s footsteps padding softly across the carpeted room to the bed.

You heard him chuckle softly to himself before the mattress dipped under his weight, quietly sliding under the covers and shifting over till he was pressed against your back, draping an arm over your waist.

“Babe? Are you asleep?” He asked softly.

“ ‘m trying to.” You grumbled, brushing his arm off of you. “I thought you were watching your show?”

“I missed you too much.” He said, nuzzling his face in your hair. “It’s no fun without you.”

You didn’t respond, but he could sense you soured mood

“I’m sorry baby. Was I not giving enough attention earlier?” He wound his arm around your waist again, pulling you close as his lips trailed along your neck and shoulder, mirroring your actions from earlier.

You squirmed slightly against him, not wanting to cave so easily, but his wandering hands and warm breath against your skin flooded your core with arousal, your breath hitching and coming out unsteady.

“Let me make it up to you.” He murmured against your skin, his hand making its way under your shirt, fingers brushing over where your skin disappeared under the material of your sleep shorts.

Fuck, you were so weak for him.

“Please.” You breathed, arching closer to him.

You made a soft noise, something between a whimper and his name as he continued to leave a trail of kisses against the flushed skin of your neck as his fingers slipped under the waistband, creeping lower till they brushed your pubic bone, just shy of where you needed him.

You squirmed in his gentle hold, bordering on desperation now.

“Yoongi,” You pleaded. “Please.” You needed him, and you weren’t sure how much longer your sanity could hold out against his teasing touches.

“I got you, baby,” He assured you softly, retracting his hand. “I’ll take care of you.”

He gently rolled you over, caressing your face before bringing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

You sighed in relief, looping your arms around his neck to keep him close as he shifted to hover over you, settling between your legs that fell open to accommodate him.

His grip on your waist tightened in surprise as your tongue delved into his mouth, swallowing down the sweet, almost inaudible groan that left him as your wet muscle tangled with his own.

God, you were addicted to the taste of him, light and sweet with a faint bitterness of the wine you’d drank at dinner.

His fingers dug into your thighs, dimpling the flesh as he ground his hips against yours, pressing his growing erection against your clothed core, your arousal soaking through the material of your shorts and making them stick to you slightly.

You don’t know when he removed his sweats, all you were aware of was his fingers hooking in the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down as you lifted your hips to help him remove them, leaving you both bare from the waist down.

“My sweet baby.” He hummed, leaving another trail of wet kisses down your throat as he brushed two fingers through your slick folds, making you hiss as he teased your throbbing clit.

“Fuck Yoongi, please!” You begged. You had lost all patience, shamelessly bucking against his hand to any sort of relief, and in turn breaking any resistance he held.

As weak as you might have been for Yoongi, he was even more so for you, willing to give you anything you wanted and more. You could ask him for the moon and he would find a way to technically give it to you.

Removing his fingers, he shifted position to align the tip of his cock with your entrance. You were so wet and needy already, he slipped into you easily without any prep, sinking in all the way to the hilt in one go, making your eyes roll back in pleasure at finally being filled.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Angel.” He groaned, watching the way your hungry cunt swallowed him so eagerly. He pulled back, rolling his hips into yours slowly, letting you feel every inch and vein of his cock as it dragged against your walls.

“Fuck Yoongi, faster, please.” You practically mewled, clinging to his shoulders.

It was almost embarrassing, how reactive you were, how fast you fell apart for him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, all you wanted was for Yoongi to fuck you properly.

The desperation in your voice sent a shot of electricity straight through Yoongi, making his cock twitch inside you as he immediately picked up the pace, plunging back into you quickly and setting a pace that had your toes curling.

His arms were braced against the mattress on either side of you, caging you in while your own hands clutched feebly at his back, nails scraping against his skin, leaving bright red lines and crescent marks in their wake.

Yoongi buried his face in your neck, groaning out with nearly every thrust, not bothering to try and muffle them as he knew they only spurred you further on as well, making you clench and spasm around him.

“F-fuck, Yoongi! I-I‘m close!” You managed to whine out,

“I know, baby, it’s okay.” Yoongi panted, kissing your neck. “Let go, I’ve got you.”

A few more thrusts of Yoongi’s hips were all that it took to tip you over the edge, a sharp ringing filling your ears as your high crashed over you, flooding your senses and causing your muscles to contract and spasm in bliss.

Yoongi followed almost immediately after you, spilling deep inside you with a broken groan, body going stiff over yours as he shuddered through the aftershocks.

He half collapsed on top of you, rolling to the side to avoid crushing you as you both lay there, chests heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“Feel better?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yeah,” You replied weakly. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He grinned, leaning up to kiss your cheek. “Though, you know, if you wanted sex, you could just ask. You don’t have to keep teasing me till I say something.”

“So you were paying attention earlier!” You exclaimed, sitting up to look at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was waiting to see if you would say something first,” He said, sitting up as well. “But then you went off to sulk instead.”

“I wasn’t sulking.” You pouted.

“Yes you were.” He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around you. “What I want to know though is why? Why won’t you ever initiate sex with me directly? You always kinda dance around it till I make the first move.” He looked down at you curiously.

“I don’t know.” You looked down, feeling your face heat up. “I guess I just feel kinda shy.”

Yoongi let out a short burst of laughter.

“Babe, you are one of the least shy people I’ve ever met!” He laughed. “I’ve seen you make friends in the middle of the grocery store after having a full blown debate with someone over the validity of skim milk!”

“That’s different! This is you and me, it’s feels embarrassing!” You buried your face in his chest, earning another chuckle from him. “What am I supposed to do, just jump you as soon as you walk in the door and say 'I need you in me or I’ll die'?”

“I mean, that would be really hot,” He smirked, earning a weak smack from you. “But seriously, you don’t need to feel embarrassed with me. Anytime you’re in the mood, just tell me. Hell, we could even make up a codeword if that makes you feel better.” He offered.

“What, like ‘Pineapple’?” You asked, incredulously.

“Sure, if that’s what you want. As of now, Pineapple means sex.” He announced, making you burst into a fit of laughter of your own.

“You’re insane!” You giggled.

“Only for you.” He said with a grin. “I mean it though, I want you to feel comfortable talking to me about stuff like this.”

You nodded, letting you head rest back against his chest.

“Thank you.” You said. “For not making fun of me.”

“I would never.” He said seriously, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You drifted off to the sound of Yoongi’s heartbeat, completely and utterly content.

You did, however, wake up the next morning to several containers of fresh pineapple in the refridgerator.

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

“I think I’m hillarious.”

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[owliellder]

Two's A Crowd

College Bully! Leon Kennedy x fem! Reader

MDNI 18+

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5)

Description: College is proving to be a lot harder than you imagined. You cannot fail this math class. So when you've tried everything else, a well-known student is recommended to you by your professor for tutoring lessons, not really leaving you with much of a choice but to work with him.

Warnings: Not proofread, No Use of Y/N, Dub-Con, Unprotected Sex, Bullying, Yelling, Cursing

Tags: College AU, Bully! Leon, Shy! Reader, both are in their early 20's, Leon is Rude AF in the beginning, Loss of Virginity, Oral Sex, Fingering, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of a Fight, Additional Tags to be Added

Author's Note: Ahh thank you for 1,000 followers!! I don't even know how that happened!! Anyways, I think it's a little anticlimactic? I just feel like since I am definitely not the kind to raise my voice, a shy reader wouldn't either. Besides, disappointment hurts more than anger, right?

Cross-posted onto AO3

Chapter 4:

Leon really did like you, honest. You were such a sweet girl, so innocent and clueless. Maybe it’s because he never gave his one night stands the time of day, or maybe it was just the sheer amount of time he had to spend with you to get this close, but now he knew he was a pretty terrible person for taking that bet

In the beginning he didn’t feel the slightest twinge of guilt due to the words the frat spewed at him. He knew all the right questions to ask, all the right things to say, the sweetness of it all had you under a spell.  It was also such a menial thing to get, a single pair of panties… You probably wouldn’t even know it was missing!

But as time went on, it got harder and harder for Leon to stomach just what he was doing. You’d opened up so much to him about your home life, how stressed you were, how much pressure you were under. Doing this would absolutely ruin you so he did his best to convince himself that he was being the nice one by waiting to complete the bet until you had finished all your finals. All that time spent together had him second guessing, triple guessing, even quadruple guessing his decision to go through with this. The good grades were important to you, he didn’t want to draw your focus away from that.

It was a shame his friends couldn’t keep the damn thing to themselves even if their life depended on it. He’d explicitly told them that it’s done and there was nothing more to it, yet of course they just had to snicker and make snide little comments to each other the next day when they saw you in passing.

Leon wouldn’t admit out loud that you’d really grown on him over the months, so he could only brush his friends off whenever they’d tease him about getting angry whenever the topic arose. Chris was the worst out of all of them, being his best friend, it seemed like his mission was to dance on Leon’s nerves any chance he got.

“Delete that.” A scowl graced Leon’s features as he glared at Chris, who’d stepped back from the agitated man. Almost the entire frat had posed with the panties Leon stole from you, all of them making some form of exaggerated pose and face. What was only meant to be goofy on their part was making the man responsible furious.

“Relax, it’s just a picture. I thought you’d find it funny.” Chris chuckled, bringing his phone back in to look at it again himself. “You’re acting real sour for nothing.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re all acting like a bunch of fucking idiots and I’m sick of it. Now delete that damn picture before I smash your phone with a hammer.” The nonchalant attitude from Chris was driving Leon up the wall. He already knew he’d fucked up big time, and with the way everyone was acting would only get him into bigger trouble.

“Shut up, man.” Chris laughed, like this was all some big joke. Everything was a joke to him. “Acting like you’re gonna explode or something.” This man was an actual dumbass, never taking a moment to actually think about what consequences having photo evidence with the entirety of the frat’s members posing with something stolen would have.

Leon scoffed, holding his hands up before letting them fall dramatically to slap against the tops of his thighs. “No fucking way..” One hand came back up to cover his mouth, breathing out sharply through his nose. It was a sad attempt to keep himself from pouncing on the other man, seeing as not barely five seconds later he tackled Chris, hands scrambling to rip the phone from his hand.

Chris was a few inches taller than Leon, a bit stronger too, so the scuffle didn’t last long. Some punches thrown here, a few kicks there, and Leon had the wind knocked out of him at some point, thrown to the side and left to struggle to get up off the floor while Chris decided to make his way to a different part of the house, muttering under his breath all the while.

“God dammit-” Leon wheezed, on his hands and knees, one hand against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. Sure he reacted purely on instinct, but Chris could stand to be knocked down a few pegs in his opinion. The guy is an ass.

After finally collecting himself, Leon slowly spun around to rest his back against the foot of the couch, elbows resting on his knees. He coughed a couple times and let his eyes fall closed, eyebrows furrowed as he silently seethed. Chris was most definitely going to send that picture around since he obviously thinks it’s the funniest thing to ever grace this planet. You were going to see the picture. That thought alone had his head falling forward in defeat, breathing out a weak sigh and a few more coughs. 

If he had just followed his own shitty advice, he would’ve taken a second to think about it. Why didn’t he just tell you in the first place? Why didn’t he just go to the store and buy a random pair of panties? Why did he follow through on such a meaningless bet?

Now that Leon thinks about it, he was the dumbass in this scenario. A royal one.

He probably sat there for an hour with his eyes closed, mind racing a million miles a minute. Trying not to make another stupid decision, he decided the best course of action would be to tell you before you saw that picture. You should hear it from him and not a total stranger. It was the right thing to do. Right?

He let out a few more strangled coughs and wheezes as he stood up off the floor and threw his coat on, beginning the walk of shame to your building. It wouldn’t have taken that long, but the snow and sludge on the ground made it a bit more dangerous, he needed to tread carefully. In more ways than one.

The extended walk left him alone with his thoughts, seeing as he didn’t grab his own phone to bring with him. With every step his mind grew heavier, an involuntary grimace scrunching his face up as he mulled over what exactly he’d done. He was mentally beating himself up over how easy it would’ve been to avoid this situation if he’d just thought outside of himself for one singular minute.

What had he done? 

Leon stomped the excess snow off his boots once inside of the dorm building, hands hidden in the pockets of his jackets as he meandered over to the stairs to get up to the second floor where your dorm was. He took his sweet time, practicing what he wanted to say under his breath as he stared down at his feet while walking up the steps.

Your dorm was down the hall around the corner, allowing him the few extra seconds it would take to get there to get his heart under control. You would be mad, rightfully so, but would you forgive him? Is it selfish to hope that you would?

He stood in front of your door for a minute longer, hand hovering just in front of it, trying to bring  himself to knock. Licking his dry lips, he quickly hit the knuckle on his index finger against the door three times, his eyes downturned. As much as he wanted to be the bigger person, it scared him to no end. He’s never cared this much before, so why was he so worried about it now?

Leon’s eyes shot up at the sound of the door opening, immediately showing his confusion when it was Sky on the other side. They didn’t say a word, but they looked mad, or at least very irritated. “Hey, I really need to talk to-,” they cut him off by simply holding up the palm of their hand to him, taking in a deep breath. “We saw it.”

Those three words made his heart drop to his stomach, his eyes quickly darting to look through the opening in the door to see if he could see you. “Please, if you would just let me explain I can-”

“Don’t embarrass yourself. Just go.” Sky was just about to close the door before they quickly looked over their shoulder, shutting the door almost all the way. Leon could hear them whispering to you, and though he desperately wanted to listen in, he decided to take a step back from the door and wait patiently. It was the least he could do.

He looked side to side to make sure no one was walking through the hallways, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop on such a sensitive situation. The door reopened, only this time it was you standing in the doorway. You looked so sad, so disappointed.

Leon hesitated before opening his mouth, yet you cut him off before he could even get a word in. “I trusted you,” you rasped quietly, a shaky sigh passing your lips, “I-.. I trusted you… and this is how you treat me..?” His shoulders slumped as he listened to you. He didn’t think he could feel any worse about this, but here you were, reminding him just how much of an ass he’s been.

“All that time we spent together.. all those kind, encouraging words you told me.. were all a lie?” You sniffled, arms slinking around yourself tightly. Sky was standing out of his view rubbing your back, knowing you wanted, no, needed to confront him yourself.

“No- I-..” Leon stuttered, trying to find the best way to explain everything. And no matter how many times he formulated it in his head, the explanation would never justify his actions. Instead he settled on something that would probably mean and do nothing for you. It was worth saying, though. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so sorry,” his voice fell to a whisper as he repeated himself, eyes remaining on yours. What else could he say?

Silence fell between you as you only stared back at him with glassy eyes, your every breath shaky as you held back sobs. Crying in front of him would only give him more fuel, was your thought process. In your mind, he couldn’t even be trusted with your trash. 

By now, Sky had walked over and grabbed your suitcase, rolling it over next to you. You were leaving a day earlier than you said you would, Sky having offered to drive you back home since your hometown was only a couple hours away from where theirs was.

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, instead taking the handle of your suitcase from your friend before silently walking out of the room, past Leon, and down around the corner. He only stood and watched you walk off with a deep frown, head turning back to look at Sky when he heard them lock the door behind themself. 

“You’re only sorry that you got caught.” They grumbled as they walked past him, giving him a quick yet harsh glare. They soon disappeared around the same corner you had, leaving him all alone in the now quiet hallway. 

You were the nicest, most considerate person he’s ever had the pleasure to know and he blew it. The worst part about it all was you didn’t even seem mad, just heartbroken. Disappointed in him.

You had put so much of your trust into him, even after he’d been so nasty towards you in the beginning, and what did he do with it? He basically spit on it, lit it on fire, and then flushed the remnants. He was only annoyed with you the first few times he had to help you study, the bickering the two of you shared easily becoming one of the things he liked about you.

Leon honestly liked you from the start, so determined to pass a class that you’d put up with what was basically harassment from him. When he told his frat buddies about you, they were quick to draw up that bet. Unfortunately, he’d known most of these guys since middle school, and you were just a girl he met on chance. His friends’ words blanketed his own morals, and because they saw you as a target, so did he, that subconscious need for peer approval leading him to make one of the worst decisions he’s ever made thus far.

If he was in your shoes, he’d raise hell, so your decision to leave was completely understandable. For some reason you’d let him off easy and he knew he didn’t deserve such light treatment. 

All he could do now was hope you’d come back next semester. He’d be fine just getting to see you in passing since you most likely wouldn’t want to be anywhere near him anymore, your friends would certainly keep him at a distance away from you. 

Would writing a message be okay? You need time before he approaches the topic with you. Should he leave you be? No, you deserve an apology, even if you don’t want it, nor accept it. 

Someone brushed by Leon, breaking his train of thought. He was still standing in the hallway in front of your dorm room. He needed to go and try to make this right, or at the very least rip everyone at the frat a new one. He wasn’t sure, maybe it was because he was angry at them and himself, but leaving the frat sounded like a pretty good way to start righting his wrongs. Not before he made sure that the picture was wiped from everyone’s phone and the panties he stole were kept far away from everyone there. 

Chris sent the picture to you, which means it was sent to a bunch of other people too. He’ll spend all winter break tracking down every last person it was sent to, tell professors what he’d done just so it didn’t spread any further. And if it meant he’d lose his scholarship, then so be it.

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(few of your blogs won't work, i tried though 😭)

[sugudollz]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Thinking about Suguru with a virgin s/o <3

MDNI!! Virginity loss (from reader obv). Soft I guess??. Fingering as foreplay. AFAB reader + he calls you “doll”, “sweet girl”, “pretty”, and I think princess idk I can’t remember. Can you tell I got lazy past the third paragraph. I forgot to write Suguru’s um yk but let’s just say that’s because he didn’t want to make the situation about him :3. So half-assed this got boring really fast. Is it too obvious I rushed the ending. Not proofread.

“Sugu, I want you to be my first time.” You declare—or you would have if it weren’t for the nervousness laced in your tone. Suguru’s eyes shift to meet your nervous figure the moment you utter those words, caught off guard and his eyes watch you in shock.

“Repeat that for me, doll?” Suguru’s voice is sweet and calm, however a hint of disbelief plays in it. A smile crosses his lips as he eyes you affectionately and you’re clearing your throat while playing with the hem of your skirt.

“I said I want you to be my first time, Sugu.” You repeat, only this time it’s firmer and louder. Suguru laughs softly and shakes his head playfully, walking up to you and taking your hand just before rising it up to press a sweet kiss to your flesh.

“Yeah? What makes you so sure?” He asks and slowly moved your hand away from his lips, only to lace your fingers with his and squeeze your hand once they’re intertwined.

“Well… ‘s jus’… I dunno, I just trust you and y’know…” you murmur, a timid demeanor washing over you and you sink your teeth into your lower lip almost anxiously. Suguru observes your movements and body language; the way you look away causing you to come off as bashful.

“That right?” An affectionate, yet teasing, smile tugs at Suguru’s lips. “You sure?” In response, you nod, a quiet but loud enough “yeah,” following after.

And that’s how you ended up here—gently laid on your shared bed with Suguru sliding his fingers in and out of your tight cunt slowly. Your skirt has been discarded beside the bed, your blouse unbuttoned and exposing your clothed chest. One hand is covering your mouth in a vain attempt to muffle your moans, the other pulling at the bedsheets.

“Feeling good, sweet girl?” Suguru coos as he looks up at you from between your legs, strands of his hair escaping his bun. You hum, nodding, cheeks flushing as your eyebrows knit together. “That’s my girl…” he murmurs just before taking his thumb and pressing it against your clit, drawing hearts on it but you’re too distracted by the new feeling to notice it.

You squeeze your legs together, but Suguru is quick to take one of his hands and grab your thigh, preventing you from doing so. “Princess,” he speaks softly, “keep your legs open f’me, ‘Kay? Need them open if you wanna do this.” He tells you and you whine.

When Suguru sees you nod, he smiles lovingly and proceeds with his work. His two fingers slide in and out easily thanks to how wet you already were beforehand. Suguru watches the way your pussy sucks his fingers in, as if mesmerized by it.

After a few more pumps of his fingers, you feel your tummy tie into knots, a whimper falling out your parted lips. Your walls squeeze his fingers like a vice, coming off as timid with the way you’re so shy about the situation.

“Doll, I’m gonna pull my fingers out, ‘Kay? Only cuz I need you to cum on my cock.” Suguru tells you. You pout and huff, but agree anyways, making your acknowledgment known when you utter a soft, “okay, Sugu,”.

With that, Suguru carefully pulls out before pulling his sweats down, exposing his skin and boxers to you. He reaches one hand down to caress your cheek affectionately, a delicate smile crossing his features.

Then, he leans down to press his lips to yours, making sure it’s slow and gentle to ease you into the atmosphere. Suguru pulls down his briefs and takes his aching cock in one hand, stroking it a few times just before lining it up with your entrance.

Your mouth moves in sync with his, absorbing one another’s love as his and your eyes flutter shut. You moan, feeling Suguru’s tongue slip past your lips. It’s pleasureful, but he pulls away and gazes passionately into your beautiful eyes.

“I’m gonna go in now, okay? Is that alright? You ready?” The voice Suguru takes on is so comforting, despite the lewd intentions behind them.

“Mhm, yeah…” you mumble. After you grant him permission, Suguru carefully and thoughtfully slides his cock inside of you. He’s peppering your face with kisses, one hand caressing you, words of assurance being whispered by him against your skin.

“You can take it, yeah? I know you can. ‘S my girl, mhmm…” Suguru breathes, his warm breath fanning your skin. You’re whining and whimpering, sinking your nails into the flesh of Suguru’s broad shoulders, doing your best to keep your legs open. The stretch is new, something you’ve never felt before—in fact, it’s something you couldn’t even dream of feeling before.

The feeling of Suguru’s dick being inserted into your tight, untouched cunt is so good, yet almost painful. Not in a way that suggests he’s being too rough or mean, no, more like it’s different.

You’re already squeezing around his length and it’s only been a few seconds. You’re squirming, head being tossed side to side, failing to hold back any potentially embarrassing noises. You throw your legs around his waist, the heels of your feet pressing down on Suguru’s lower back and causing him to unintentionally push deeper into you.

You gasp and your eyes fly open. Your jaw drops, saliva spilling out from your mouth, along with a few sobs and mewls.

“Sugu, ‘s too big!” You cry and in response Suguru plays a pout of sympathy on his lips, looking down at you with fond and doting eyes.

“I know, princess, but you can take it, yeah? Take it for me, m’kay? Yeah, that’s a good girl,” Suguru utters with nothing short of adoration laced in his tone. He stays still in your tight pussy, allowing both you and him to get used to the feeling. After a few moments, Suguru inhales, “I’m gonna start moving now, ‘Kay, pretty?”

“Mkay, Sugu,” you cling onto Suguru for dear life, grounding yourself to earth the best you can even when you know he won’t and doesn’t plan on going rough with you.

Suguru steadily begins to move his hips, pushing his cock in inch by inch and inhales deeply before unhurriedly rocking his hips back and forth. You’re moving around and squirming at this new but exciting feeling. Even with how gentle he’s being, you can already feel the head of his dick hitting a sweet spot inside of you.

“Feels good, yeah?” Suguru murmurs and you can feel his warm breath fan against your skin. He’s holding onto your hips with a tight grip, doing everything to hold back from digging his fingers in too deeply into your flesh but deep enough to secure his balance.

“Uh-huh,” you answer and it’s practically a whimper that you didn’t expect to even utter. The feeling of his big dick stretching out your walls is sending you to the moon and back but the burn also makes you release a broken sob from your throat. “Kind of hurts.” You tell Suguru, and he looks at you as a sympathetic frown plays at his lips.

“ ‘m sorry, doll,” he whispers and buries his head in the crook of your neck, where he plants kisses everywhere and anywhere as an attempt to ease the burn. He continues to work his hips to slip his cock into you. In the process, hums and sighs and whines and moans are elicited from your mouth.

He’s mumbling words of reassurance and soft-spoken affectionate statements and that only makes you squeeze him tighter. Your juices paint his cock, your nails sinking into his flesh but he ignores it.

Your legs are wrapped around his waist as he carefully pushes his length into you, taking great thought as to not hurt you.

Your tummy is feeling butterflies fly around it, knots being tied and it’s something you’ve never felt before.

“Sugu… I think ‘m gonna cum,” you say quietly and Suguru smiles—you can even feel it against your skin, but it’s a loving and kind smile.

“Yeah? Cum for me, princess—let go for me, you can do it, c’mon,” Suguru ushers you into your orgasm, talking to you more sweetly than anyone has ever talked to you before. Only within a matter of seconds, you’re releasing all over his dick, moaning during the whole thing and not really paying any mind to the thought that someone can or may hear you. “Yeahhh, that’s my girl,” he quietly utters.

Suguru watched your face in awe, admiring the way your face is contorting into expressions he’s never seen you muster before. He brings his hand to your clit before circling hearts on it, only adding to the stimulation—he’s caressing your hips and thighs with his other hand as if to soothe the overwhelming sensation.

After coming down from your high, Suguru pulls out and he tosses his body right beside yours and wraps his arms around your figure, handling you with extra caution.

“You okay? ‘M sorry if it hurt too bad,” and the way he whispers it in your neck makes you smile, however still feeling a little too weak from the release.

“I’m fine,” you assure him, “thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Suguru laughs playfully. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” And he seals that with a sweet kiss to your lips.

© 2023 sugudollz only on Tumblr — do not copy, repost, translate, or steal.

[theemporium]

Stoner!Remus x reader where reader tries smoking for the first time with Remus and some of the other Gryffs but she has a bad high and gets super anxious and paranoid and Remus takes her away from the group to comfort her?

I saw this come into my inbox and instantly went to write it ahshzbsbzbs anyways thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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It was his mistake for using the strong stuff, though in his defence, he didn’t realise you’d be smoking with them tonight.

It wasn’t rare for their little group to find themselves chilling on a Friday evening, trying to relax after a stressful week with a few joints passed between them that they smoked through in a few hours. It wasn’t exactly rare for you to be with them, but you never smoked yourself. You were fairly happy to just cuddle into the side of your boyfriend, and giggle at their stoned antics.

Except, it had been a long week for you and you were aching for that relaxed feeling Remus always told you about when he smoked. You ached and desired to feel that carefree too, so when you asked to join them this week, he didn’t see an issue with it. He wanted his girl to feel relaxed too.

But Remus should’ve known.

He should’ve known that it was a bad idea to let you smoke when you were so worked up and anxious already. He should’ve known that the stronger stuff was a bad place to start. He should’ve known it wasn’t going to end well when you took one puff, got a little too cocky and took a deeper one at your next hit.

It was subtle, in the grand scheme of things. You didn’t have a major freak out or start drawing attention to yourself. But Remus noticed, and that was enough.

He noted the way you tended against him, the way you were shivering like you were cold. He noted the way your hands were curled into tight fists, that you were going in and out of dazes to the point you didn’t even realise the indents you were leaving in your palm.

He knew you were not okay, and his chest tightened at the thought.

He didn’t care about the looks the others were giving him, all he cared about was you as he quickly slid his arms under your knees and around your back before lifting you into the bridal position, before he walked out the room without further explanation.

“Remus,” you whispered out, your breathing shaking and ragged and your fists now tightly holding onto the fabric of his shirt.

It would be too suspicious to take you outside, too much attention on the two of you if he carried you through the castle like he wanted to do. So, he instead decided to go for the next best thing. The corridor was empty and hardly anyone ever came down it, but the little spot beside the large, arched window was cool enough that he hoped it would help ground you a little.

“It’s okay, love, I’m here,” he murmured once he settled into the bay window seat, your back pressed against his chest as he uncurled your fingers and quickly intertwined both your hands with his own.

“I don’t like it,” you breathed out. “It…it feels weird.”

“M’sorrry, baby,” he murmured as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, placing a sloppy kiss on your skin as he squeezed your hands. “It’s gonna go away, okay? Just gotta wait it out.”

“Stay with me?” Your voice was soft and a little scared, and it broke his heart a little.

“Always, love, always,” he murmured in response as he pulled you closer to his chest. “Never gonna leave you.”

“Okay,” you whispered, your whole body still feeling on edge but the heaviness of your boyfriend’s arms around you was a comfort you needed. “I’m sorry.”

Remus sighed. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

“I ruined your night,” you replied meekly.

“You didn’t ruin shit, baby,” he muttered out, placing another kiss just below your ear to punctuate his point. “Right by your side is where I’m meant to be.”

Your body sagged against him, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to enjoy your boyfriend’s embrace with the cold breeze slipping through the corridor.

“I should’ve been more careful,” he grumbled against your skin. “Should’ve given my girl something lighter.”

“Maybe we can do it again,” you murmured and his chest tightened uncomfortably.

“Baby—”

“Just me and you,” you continued, your head turned to the side so your nose was brushing against his cheek. “Maybe something not as strong. Wanna feel the way you feel.”

“Maybe,” he murmured noncommittally before pressing a chaste kiss against your lips. “Let’s just get through tonight, okay?”

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

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[kaviary-blog]

Drawing You

More Phleb!Seb (aka a lil treat for @marketfreshfics)

Modern AU

Word Count: 768

“The ER just called. They have a patient the need a draw on. Room 6.” Sebastian’s coworker handed him the orders and he looked them over.

“Alright. I’ll go get it. Be back in a bit”

He grabbed his kit, walked out the lab door, and started towards the Emergency Department. Putting the list of tubes he would need in his head, even though he knew he was gonna draw an entire rainbow since it was the ER.

Sebastian put the code into the door, with a beep it unlocked and he pushed it open, crossing the threshold into the busy department. Machines beeping, nurses coming in and out the different rooms.

Sebastian knocked on the door of room 6. Opening it with “Hi, my name is Sebastian. I’m from the lab; I’m here to get some blood, okay?”

He set his kit down on a nearby tray table, grabbed a pair of gloves then asked the patient to verify their full name and date of birth.

“Garreth Weasley, 12/21/98”

Sebastian clicked his tongue in affirmation and placed the order back in the table and began prepping his supplies.

Gauze, alcohol pad, tourniquet, needle, hub, and of course - the tubes.

“Alright Garreth. Which arm is your IV in?” In response the ginger on the bed raised his right arm to show the IV.

“Cool. Then I’m gonna take a look at this other one.” Sebastian pulled up the little roller stool and quickly put of a pair of gloves.

“How come you gotta poke me again?”

“I’m not allowed to touch the IV, and they don’t want to risk messing it up by drawing from it right now; so they called me in to get some blood. It’ll only be a quick poke.” Sebastian spoke in his ‘professional medical voice’ and looked up at the patient, reaffirming him.

Sebastian began tying the tourniquet on Garreth’s left arm, about four fingers above the puncture site. “This is gonna be kinda tight and pinchy”

The ginger only gave a quick nod. Muscles in his jaw tensing.

“So. Aside from the obvious, how are you feeling?”

“You mean aside from the fact that I’m in the ER? Well, there’s definitely other things that I’d rather be doing with my day.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at that answer, despite having heard it many times in the past.

“Understandable. Alright, so you’ve got a nice one right here.” Sebastian poked along his discovered vein, feeling it out for where best to poke and at what angle.

He wiped the area clean, anchored the vein, and poked.

Garreth flinched a little at the initial poke but relaxed once the needle had settled. The patient watched, intrigued, as Sebastian filled and switched out the tubes.

Tourniquet popped, final tube full and removed from the hub; Sebastian pulled out the needle, safetied it while the other hand applied gauze and pressure to the puncture site.

Sebastian inverted the tubes then wrapped the coban around Garreth’s arm.

“Alright. I’m all finished here” Sebastian took note of the time; 1427. He timed and initialed the labels, placing them onto the tubes, grabbed his kit, and left the room.

Sebastian spotted a young woman, looked about his same age, grabbing a biohazard bag with some ice. “Hey, can you grab and fill a bio bag for me, too?”

She looked over at him a nodded; grabbing a second one. He spoke as he approached her. “You’re one of the new ER techs, right?”

She smiled up at him. “Yep! The name is Poppy!”

“Very nice to meet you, Poppy. I’m Sebastian. What were you doing before this?” A light bit of conversation as they but their respective specimens away.

“Oh. I was a vet tech before I came over there.” She laughed lightly. “It’s was way too easy to get attached to the animal patients, so I knew I’d do better emotionally dealing with people.”

Which was a fair assumption. It was much easier not to get attached to patients when you didn’t see them often, and they were people.

Sebastian nodded. “That’s really cool. Anyway, I better get these back to the lab, but I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, oh and can you take these with you?” She handed him the bio bag she had filled. “It’s blood on the patient in room 8. Thank you!”

She practically hopped away, pep in her step all the way down the hall.

Sebastian smiled, more of the ER people weren’t nearly as perky and upbeat. But he had to get back to the lab and collect the specimens.

[jadetheblueartist]

IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR TEGAN ASK

I feel so bad :( you said it took you three hours and also I had written a huge response and now it’s gone ;-;

Okay so I’m going to rewrite my response but I’m really sorry if I get things wrong since now I can’t review what you sent ;-;

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I LOVE THE IDEA SO MUCH!!!! And I would love to hear more about their training and life on the ship!

I may be obsessing over Talon and Megan a tad bit…

I love all the possibilities of how they passed the time in the car so much. It would be so awkward at the start and I’m all here for it!! I imagine Talon carried most of the conversation from the beginning until after they really got to know each other. I feel like at the start Talon would just awkwardly try to tell her what has happened to the earth while she was gone in hopes of starting some conversation. I’m imagining the parking lot picnic with them just drinking slushees and eating whatever gas station food seemed good (I’m assuming everything is kind of run down?)

Car karaoke. Oh it would be amazing. Talon trying to find songs Megan likes and trying to get her to sing along, windows rolled down, it’d be such a vibe.

With the race scene I can’t stop picturing the scene from princess bride where they both are rolling down the hill XD

Their relationship is so great, two strangers bonding in a long car ride… oh wait they already knew each other? They were already in love from book one? But Megan’s memory was wiped- WAIT NO THEY WERE IN LOVE AND HER MEMORY WAS WIPED!?!? Okay, okay, it’s fine at least they became close again, just a fresh start nothing to worry about… HER MEMORY WAS WIPED A SECOND TIME!?!? TALON THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!?!?!? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (this is so tragic but I love it so much)

Talon nooooo why the tragic backstory ;-; (I love it very much)

Oh and the art? I LOVE IT SO MUCH!! I love Talon’s design!!!!!! The drawing of him saying happy birthday to himself makes me so sad ;-;

Also question time!

Do you have designs for the sci fi ppl? Are they like aliens or just advanced humans chilling in space? Does Talon hide his tattoo? (I love that type of angst so much mhm hidden scars [in this case a tattoo tho]) and you said there was an image limit… could I see those drawing you couldn’t show? Also why is it called Tegan (is it bc Talon + Megan = Tegan…)? That should be all of my questions…

Anyway I absolutely love this story and please feel free to tell me more whenever! (I’d love to hear a lil more about Ivan too)

Again really sorry abt deleting the ask ;-; I hope you have an amazing day though!!

(I feel like I’m forgetting things I wanted to mention but idk)

Oh my I wrote out this whole thing and it deleted it for me hahaha let’s try this again

No worries about deleting the ask it happens hahaha and it doesn’t look like you got anything wrong so yay!

I’m gonna answer this paragraph by paragraph

-IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT and I’m pretty sure I have either the original google doc or a “Megan’s POV” doc that I can look into to give you those details :)

-I’m so glad you’re obsessing so we can be in the same boat

-I’ve been mulling over that car scene for years and somehow you managed to squeeze out even more serotonin for me to devour I thank thee. And I think it’s run down ish, like people are still there but WW3 is kind of happening/ just happened soooo you know

-it would be the vibiest ^^

-I’m so glad you said that bc I couldn’t connect the dots as to what that scene reminded me of but yeah that’s amazing

-IKR the mind wiping rocked my world. My friend was at the point where she was writing the post separation explosion and we were on face time and she casually mentioned “oh you know the cars weren’t the first time they met, right?” I went feral trying to get all the info out of her hahaha

-yes his backstory makes me so sad…

-I’m glad you like the design! It was our group’s “hot guy” design hahaha I’ve tried to make it more individualized to him over the years tho, and that happy birthday one gets me every time (especially since that’s probably how he spent most his birthdays…)

Yay Question Time!

-I believe I could at least get the designs for those people sometime soon. They are just random people who decided to work for big bad (aka the voice, bc they only heard his voice through speakers at first). The voice decided he could make some good money abducting children and forcing them to be assassins so he did that. The government doesn’t know about them bc they hide in space. The few organizations trying to take them down are the only ones who really know about it

-talon has a few different tattoos, the one he got initiated with is a tattoo/ permanent burn so it has to stay covered to protect it, the other is just on his neck and he leaves that one in the open (I can point it out in the pics below)

-and yes! Tegan is the ship name for Talon and Megan (it was that or Melon hahaha)

-Ivan didn’t really have much personality in the oh other than he was angry bc the scientist that snuck into the escape ship was dating his crush, I’ve made some personal modifications to him in my head though making him more protective rather than just angry (he’s also Megan’s cousin) and I just remembered I have a drawing of him? So cue the picture section :)

Picturesssss

Here’s Ivan, the permanent third wheel (he doesn’t know tho)

The first ever drawings of Talon and Megan 😬

Moving on… idk which of these are repeats so lemme know if they are and I could probably substitute them for new pics

And now the og Megan design vs the much needed redraw

Ughhhh the one on the left still haunts me…

I was struck by the limit again so I might reblog this with a few more, idk hahaha

But reading through this ask made me so happy you have no idea (insert the “I don’t normally feel things but that one got through” donnie gif)

Thank you so much and I’ll look into the daily life on the ship and the sci fi guy designs :)

[kteezy997]

I’m With You- Part One// Lee (Bones and All)

I haven't seen hardly any new Timothee fics on here, and like no Lee fics, so here's this. I hope you like it(:

warnings: reader abandoned by parents, lonely reader, hitchhiking, cursing, some fluff

Your parents weren’t that great. They did the bare minimum when it came to taking care of you. They gave you a warm home, clothes on your back, and enough to eat. Beyond those necessities, though, they didn’t take any interest in you and weren’t affectionate or kind in the slightest.

You just turned 18 and had finished high school, and they kicked you out, telling you to make your own way in the world. It was the mid 80s, and you had heard of kids your age hitchhiking to get around the country. You didn’t have a real destination in mind, but you took to the road anyway.

Your parents had given you a wad of cash in an envelope to get you by for awhile. But you wanted to make your funds last as long as possible, so you had taken up the way of petty theft, just to get the things you needed. You knew it was wrong, and you didn’t necessarily like doing it, but you had little other choices.

You were at a small grocery store, kneeling down and tucking tampons into your bag when you heard ruckus. It was a disorderly man, causing trouble with the staff and other customers. You turned you attention to the sound of the commotion. “What kind a grocery store runs outta lunchables?” the man grumbled loudly.

Just as he came down the same aisle as you, a young mother with a child sitting in the shopping cart came around, politely excusing herself as she passed him. She was trying not to make eye contact with the strange man. “Whoa! Tryna run me down?” he hollered after her as she hurried down the aisle. “I asked a question! Listen, ya dumb hoe!” “Don’t talk to her like that!” you yelled at him.

“Aye!” You heard another, younger, male voice call out from the other side of you. You looked over and saw a thin man, about your age, maybe slightly older. He had curly hair and the ends were a grown out pinky color and the sides were shorter than the rest of his hair. He had a bluish pink short sleeve shirt on, which you thought was a somewhat odd choice for him to wear.

“You’re outta control, buddy.” he said calmly, but firmly. You looked back over for the disgruntled man’s response. “You with the store or somethin’?” he asked, scowling. “Nah, I’m not the store, but I’m gonna escort you out of it.” the young man said, in the same plain, matter-of-fact tone. The old guy scoffed, “Fuckin see what happens!” With that, the pink haired man got in his face and next thing you knew, they were headed outside.

Even after they had left the building, you couldn’t stop thinking about the boy with the pink in his hair. There was something about him that was drawing you to him. Maybe you just needed someone. Maybe he was it. You hung around the store parking lot for a while, and noticed pink hair boy come out of an abandoned building nearby. He had the old man’s hat on, and he was pulling his shirt back on. He wiped his face absentmindedly. You didn’t really think much of it because he called out to you.

“Hey.” He said approaching you closer. “You’re still here?” You cleared your throat, feeling nervous as he addressed you. “Yeah, um, I don’t have a ride. But you seemed nice.” He smirked, “I am nice.” He then walked over to the beat up blue truck that had been sitting empty since you had walked out of the store.

“So, what happened with that guy anyway?” you asked, following him. “I took care of it. He’s not gonna bother anybody around here anymore.” He opened up the truck’s driver side door, and tossed his duffel bag onto the seat. “This your truck?” “It is now.” he said, confidently.

You inhaled through your nose, and asked, “Do you mind if I tag along with you for awhile?” “Nah, I don’t mind. Get in, let’s get out of here.” You did as he said, hurrying to the other side of the truck and letting yourself in. You sat on the cushiony seat and set your bag beside you. Part of you was giddy to finally have a companion after so long. Especially this cute and mysterious companion.

He got in behind the wheel, letting the door slam after him. “So, how old are you anyway? I’m not kidnapping someone’s kid right now am I?” “Oh, no, no. I turned 18 awhile back. No worries.” He hummed, “Okay, good to know.” he turned the key in the ignition, firing up the truck and pulling on the gearshift to begin driving.

As he drove off into the night, the two of you were silent for a while, then a few miles down the road, you asked, “So where are you headed?” “Nowhere in particular. I gotta stop by my hometown, though. I promised my little sister driving lessons.” This made you smile, “Oh, that’s sweet of you. What’s your sister’s name?”

“Kayla, Kay, or Idiot, as I call her.” he chuckled. “You two are pretty close, I guess?” You were intrigued by him, by his story and the way it would unfold before you. “Yeah, you can say that. It’s just…we’ve been through a lot. She doesn’t have a father figure or anything, so I try to do what I can when I’m around town.” “That’s really good of you…um, I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Well, I don’t know yours yet either, stranger.” he smirked, taking his eyes off the road and glancing over at you. He was so handsome, in a rough around the edges sort of way. “I’m y/n.” “I’m Lee. I guess we’re not strangers anymore.” He then took a turn down a dirt road off of the highway.

“Wait, where are we going?” “Don’t worry, it’s just a place to stay for the night. It’s one of my buddies’ place. I wanna shower, anyway. I’m sure there’s something decent for you to sleep on. If you’re okay with that?” You shrugged, “Sure, that’s fine.” He was right, you were dying for somewhere comfy to sleep.

Lee led you into the small house. There were cigarette butts everywhere and empty pizza boxes. The place was trashed, definitely owned by someone who didn’t care to clean up after themselves. “So I’ve never actually been in here. I can’t give you like a grand tour or anything.” he said, looking around and glancing down a hallway.

“I’d say the bedroom’s down here. Follow me.” Lee instructed and you allowed him to lead you again, this time through the dingy hallway and into a bedroom. “It’s not as bad in here.” he said. And you noticed the room was kept a little cleaner than the rest of the house, so you were glad for that.

“You can sleep here. I’ll take the couch later.” he spoke again while looking around the room, at the posters on the wall. "Oh, he has Lick it Up." he said, his tone turning up in an excited way looking at a specific poster. he then turned to you, "You know KISS, don't you?" You smiled, "Yeah." "Lick it Up is the album they did without makeup." he said, looking at the record player. "I bet he has it somewhere." he said, thumbing through the album collection on the floor.

"Oh yeah, there it is." he picked the record up, showing it off to you. "I'm gonna put it on, if you don't care." You shrugged and blushed at the notion of him genuinely wanting your opinion. "Go for it." you replied. He put the record on, and turned the volume up, surely upsetting any close neighbors. Lee instantly began mouthing along with the lyrics as they played and he improvised his own dance moves. This was a person being his complete, authentic self, and living on his own terms. He didn't care if you thought his dancing was goofy, he was just letting loose.

On the contrary, you found his moves kinda sexy, especially when he started to jump up and down, really feeling the rhythm of the music and vibing. You were nearly swooning and couldn't stop smiling as he began to sing as he looked at himself in the mirror. "I'm gonna get a shower." he said, looking over at you briefly before moving across the floor to exit the bedroom.

You were then left alone, and you looked around the rest of the room. You pulled off the covers from the bed as they didn't smell the greatest, and you pulled out your own blanket that you traveled with. You heard the shower water turn on as you changed into a set of night clothes. You were tired, and grateful to have an actual bed to sleep on, no matter how springy or smelly it was. So, you got into bed, and snuggled up with your blanket, trying to feel as at home as you could.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard the loud squeaking of the floorboards. It was Lee, thankfully. "Hey," he whispered, "I didn't mean to wake you, just wanted to make sure you were settled in okay." You blinked, noticing he was shirtless and wearing only a pair of thin sweatpants. "mm-hmm." you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and stretching your back a bit.

"Alright, I'll just be in here on the couch, ya know, if ya need me." He smiled kindly. "Okay, thanks." you said in response. "Sweet dreams, y/n." he said, grabbing the doorknob and flashing you a cheeky little grin. You blushed, taking in the way he looked at you as he shut the bedroom door. You didn't know him very well yet, but Lee was making you feel things. The warm, fuzzy feelings that you didn't think were in the cards for you: an abandoned, unwanted teenager. He made you feel welcomed. He made you feel like you weren't a burden, which was not something you were accustomed to. It was as if he was actually glad to have you along with him.

@chalabagellunafluff

[dk-wren]

Week 3 - 30 Days of Buddy Daddies

Welcome back to Week 3 of me responding to the 30 Days of Buddy Daddies prompts! Thank you for all your support on the previous two weeks' posts. I've been having a lot of fun answering these prompts. Anyways, without further delay, here are my responses for days 15-21!

Day 15: Favorite Official Illustration

Massive fan of Lily's work, so here are my favorites (was gonna say top 5, but even that was hard to narrow down)

I mentioned it last week, but these two pieces of Kazuki, Rei, and Miri in kimonos are some of my favorites, so definitely gotta include them here too.

Bonus: Since it came out after the 15th, but I’m so love with it I have to include it because Rei (and Miri) finally got their cat!!!

Day 16: Character Whom You Most Identify With

Trait-wise, Kazuki is probably the character I identify with the most.

I like to make sure my friends or whoever I am with is taken care of, which has lead to me being referred to as the "mom of the group" on multiple occasions. I generally try to keep a positive external attitude, even if that's not reflective of how I actually feel. And I always try to lead with love.

Definitely not to the same severity as Kazuki, but I also have a tendency to sometimes let past memories or mistakes influence current decisions. It's those moments where I might want to do something or try a new thing, but a lingering memory just pops back into my head and I psyche myself out/decide to longer move forward.

Also, a lot of what I do for my major (and hopefully in a future career) is research-based, obviously though in terms of historical or biographical information and not how to take out someone quietly and efficiently.

Day 17: Character Whose Story You Would Like to Know More About

I would love to know more about Kyuutaro.

I really enjoyed his character and the way he kinda teetered between sides. I was asking myself, will Kyu help Kazuki and Rei or Ogino or is he gonna encourage the duo to be a family or warn them about getting too close with Miri. Things like this made me wander what is his history with the organization, let alone how he got involved with the organization.

The audience is really never shown anything about Kyu's life outside of Yadorigi, so I'm curious does he have a lifestyle outside of the cafe that's like what Rei used to have (very isolated and shut-in), did he have a past partner like Kazuki, I don't know, what is he like when away from the organization/giving out assignments.

There's a brief glimpse into when Kyu assigned Kazuki and Rei a mission together for the first time. Like, I just want to know what were his interactions with each of them beforehand and what other reasons motivated him to pair those two together. Also, the dynamic that is hinted (?) towards with Kyu telling Miri Kazuki is a comedian and Rei's a Middle Eastern Oil Baron, as well as his little smile in the finale telling Kazuki and Rei that he's no longer gonna run errands for them as he drives away, he clearly is fond of or enjoys Kazuki and Rei's company. I would've been so excited to see this side of their relationship explored more.

Again, there's a lot of mystery around Kyu so I would love to know more about him.

Day 18: Theories or Headcanons

I did a few head canons about a quarter or halfway through the series, so here's some more based on the second half of the season and epilogue!

Because Kyu will occasionally watch Miri at Yadorigi, he keeps a private stash of her favorite snacks behind the counter. Kyu even lets her create a "reserved for Miri" or "save for Miri" sign that he hangs on the draw or box where they're kept. This remains their little secret for a while, but eventually Rei or Kazuki notices the sign and asks Kyu what's behind the sign that says "reserved for Miri," which he just brushes off by saying toys/coloring supplies. Eventually, Kazuki realizes it's a secret snack stash and Miri's been having more sweets while staying with Kyu then what he allows her to take/have, prompting Kazuki to tell Kyu to stop giving Miri extra treats. If Kyu listens to Kazuki's request is up for debate though.

In ep. 11, Kazuki and Rei are shown watching one of Miri's shows that presumably she forced them to watch in the beginning, and then probably began to enjoy on their own (or they just associate that show with her). I imagine as Miri begins to grow up, they keep watching this show or another one of Miri's favorites even after she loses interest. She at first thinks they are still trying to treat her like a child or don't want her to grow up, but then realizes whenever Kazuki or Rei turn it on, they don't even refer to it as "her" show anymore or ask if she wants to watch it. This causes Miri to eventually ask why they still watch that show and if they realize she's no longer into it. Kazuki and Rei are not oblivious to the fact that she's grown up, so they share a laugh and tell her that they just enjoy watching it still.

Around Christmas, it becomes an annual tradition to go on a fun family outing to Marinoa City and go on the Ferris wheel, share a crepe, and maybe do a little holiday shopping. I don't know when or how Kazuki and Rei will tell Miri that her mother has passed, but I feel like once they do, they would take Miri to visit her grave on the same day so that it really feels for Miri like she gets to spend the day with her whole family. They'd probably start this tradition the year after the main storyline ends, but depending on when Kazuki and Rei reveal the truth to Miri, that would be incorporated into that day's plans later.

Kazuki's really good at making hand shadow puppets. Not something he intentionally set out to learn, but maybe one night Miri has a nightmare, there's a thunder storm that scares her, or a power outage, and she goes to Kazuki's room where he takes out a flashlight and begins to play around. He does really simple ones at first, but Miri is so fascinated by it, she keeps asking him to do more. So, after Miri is finally able to go back to sleep, he looks up how to do other animals for the next time Miri asks and learns that he's got a knack for it.

Still kinda a draft, but I was thinking about how Rei has very few "normal" experiences in life since he has spent basically his whole life under the eyes and rules of the organization. He's definitely street smart, but comes up a little short when it comes to book smart. So, what if Rei eventually decides to enroll in one of those online degree programs. Perhaps as Miri gets a little older and is less dependent on her papas, Rei has a bit more time on his hands (and perhaps also because Kazuki is still limiting his gaming hours per day). He does some poking around online and feels going to college/getting a degree is a fairly normal thing to do, leading him to just apply for an interesting sounding one. He would get accepted, and when Rei tells Kazuki, he breaks down crying because he's so proud of him and that he did it all on his own. Perhaps this would lead to Miri and Rei doing their work together at the dining table or going on trips to the library together so they can both work on their school work.

Day 19: What Would You Write in the Mom's Chat

A) if this is true to life, I'd probably be quietly reading all the messages in the Mom's chat, reacting to some, and occasionally typing something

B) if I were to type something into the Mom's chat though, it would probably be something along the lines of "You think Kazuki will ever let us know when he's gonna do a stand-up night? I'm dying to see him perform. Not to be cheap, but do you also think he could get us in for free?"

Day 20: Scene/Moment that You Would Have Liked to See

No idea where this would have fit in, but would have liked to see Kazuki and Rei tucking Miri in at night. Like let me see them read/act out a bedtime story, pepper her with kisses, and pull her blanket up high to make sure she's all snuggled in and nice and warm.

And like, how adorable would it be if Miri starts insisting Kazuki and Rei gotta kiss all her plushies good night too or she teaches them the smile spell, which she then makes them do for her every night.

Day 21: A Post from Kazuki's Instagram

I’ve already written about the Ferris wheel scene being the scene that caused me (the most) anguish. But the way this post broke me and just made me so sad, even without a caption, is why I’m including this one.

Angst aside, the Instagram was so fun! Always looked forward to see what part of the new episode would be featured in the post. I doubt there will be, but hope there’s little updates every now and then.

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Thank you again for reading this week's responses! Another very hectic and busy week, so I really did not have a whole lot of time to edit my replies (apologies for any errors or really long sentences). But, still glad I was able to step away from my work every now and then to work on these prompts! As always, had a lot of fun this week, even if some of my answers are on the shorter side.

Not that anyone cares, but also think I'm gonna hold off on posting the next round of responses until the end of the month so that there's not one post with like 2-3 days. Could change my mind, but that is my current plan.

See you again sometime soon!

-Dakota Wren

[akiogiyuuxo]

Chapter 4 ' Visit '

a/n- Read chapter 1 , chapter 2 , and Chapter 3 if you haven't :D

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Pairing: Kirishma Toru x Reader (gender natural)

Anime: The Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

A/n: Some chapter's may include sexual themes, violence, or triggers to some. Please keep in mind I do not write prefect English but I try my best to :D

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genre: fluff, romance, spicy

Warnings: Spoilers?

Summary story: You are an assistant to Yuri Mashiro, one who works for him. One day you're assigned to a mission. A mission you'll soon regret..

Summary chapter: After the last encounter you weren't sure how to face it but then Yaeka invites you to have dinner at her house. Will it be a good idea? Or something you will regret more.

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“L/n-san, Mashiro-sama would like to have a talk with you.” you quickly snapped out of your thoughts, ‘ were you finally getting fired? What could you possibly have done wrong?’  No. it’s not the time to think right now, you tell yourself. “I’m coming.” 

You walk down the halls of the place and try to stop shaking and think so negatively. But soon you're in front of your superior’s door where your mind goes blank. You take a breath and knock on the door. “Come in.” You open the door to see Yuri sitting down behind his desk with a person on the other side of his desk. Assuming he had a meeting.

“We’ll discuss this another time, I have things to do right now.” Yuri said as the person nodded and left the room. Leaving you alone with your superior. 

“You wanted to see me sir?” you asked. “Yes, the assignment I asked you to do. But failed to do so, since you got distracted by someone, yes?” he asked with an eye closed smirk. Knowing deep down that's a sign he wants you to say the truth. You looked down but nodded at his statement. How can you lie when he can read you like an open book. “ Yes sir, that’s correct..” 

He chuckles and gets up from his seat and goes around his desk to walk up to you. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. “ You don’t want a punishment now, do you?” He asked, smiling. You shake your head. “ Use your words, doll..” you gulp but did anyway. “N-no sir.”

He seemed satisfied with your response and let’s go of your chin. “Do the work correctly this time. Remember you’re my favorite assistant who does the work right. Don’t disappoint me.” He opens the door and closes it, leaving you alone with your thoughts. ‘ How are you gonna concentrate when that Tooru guy is always on your mind.’ 

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“ Good morning class! Today we’re drawing something we wish for in the future!” you said as students cheered. “Now, don’t waste time and start drawing!” Soon everyone started moving their pencil and planned. You look over to Yaeka and see her full focus on whatever she was drawing. You smiled and started going over to help students.

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“ Have a great day everyone!” you waved as you saw children going to their homes. However Yaeka starts walking up to you. “ Oh hello sakuragi-chan, what can I do for you?” you said as you bend down her level. She seemed shy to ask but spoke up.

“Can you come over to have dinner with us? I would like to thank you for helping me feel more comfortable at school.” You looked at her surprised but didn’t want to turn down her offer. “ Is your family okay with it? I don’t want to bother or-”

“My dad said it was fine, as long as they are not a threat to the family.” you weren’t sure if she was supposed to say that but it did freak you out. “W-well if your family says it's fine then I can accept your offer.” you smiled as she looks at you with joy in her eyes. 

‘ It's a good opportunity to learn more about the family and Kirishima.’ you thought. 

“Kirishima!” you look behind you and see him standing over you. Making you jump and laugh awkwardly. “ Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” He said avoiding eye contact. Yaeka explained to Kirishima what was going on. He wasn’t expecting you to come over but knew if that's what she wants then she can.

“Alright let's go then.” 

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You take off your shoes and leave them by the wall as you follow the little miss. She takes your hand and leads you to her room.

“ We can play while we wait for the food.” she said as she grabbed paper and colors. Oh how you wished she was your daughter instead and spoil her. 

Later when you guys drew for a bit, Yaeka seemed to know when the food was ready so she told you to follow her to the kitchen. And there was Kei,and Kanami preparing food. “ oh! Hello, you must be yaeka’s teacher.” Kanami said as she finished up putting food on the plates.

“ I’m guessing she talks about me a lot then.” You laughed softly. “ My name is Kanami Kurosaki, and he is Kei Sugihara.” she said as she pointed to Kei who waves. “ Nice to meet you.” you waved back “Nice to meet you too.” 

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“ So what’s your name?” Kei asked as he finished his plate. “Oh! Right, my apologies. I forgot I didn’t introduce myself yet. I’m (F/n) (L/n).” Kanami looked at you for a while before speaking.

“ I don’t mean to be rude but you look young to be a teacher, are you sure you're not a student or?” you laughed, you get that a lot. “I’m aware, my age doesn’t match my looks but I am enough to be one, yes. And I guess I’ll take that as a complaint.“

 She laughs as well and the talk goes on. “Do you guys know where the bathroom is? I need to use it.” you asked as you stood up. “ Yes, just take the right and it should be there.” Kanami said as you bowed and went. 

But you didn’t end up with the right direction. As you open the storage room thinking it was the bathroom, you go in and realize it wasn’t the bathroom. You turn around and bump into a man hitting your face with his chest. You look up and see Kirishima. “Looks like I caught myself a mouse.”

—--( A/N: a bit spicy/ lime underneath.)  

 He said as he made you back up to a wall. He then closes the door behind him and locks it. He pins you between the walls making you flustered.

“What were you trying to do, hm? Breaking in and stealing stuff?” He asked you. “N-no that’s not it! You got it wrong I just-”

He covered your mouth when you heard Kei’s voice talking random crap. As soon as he hears him far away he takes his hand from your mouth. “ I was just looking for the bathroom and I took the wrong turn.” He raised a brow and smirked. “You sure?” he asked as lean down to your face, almost touching lips. “How long are you gonna tease me?” You asked blushing. 

He soon closed the gap between you two. You were shocked but kissed back. After what seemed like a one minute make-out, you pulled away breath-less.

“Kirishima..”  “ Tooru..call me Tooru.” he said as he kissed down your neck. Making you whine.

How are you gonna get out of this mess?

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TBH)A/N: Anyways I almost forgot to do this but at the same time afraid of messing up. Tell me what you guys think. Ch. 5 will be coming soon but I wanna know how this one is. And chp.5 may contain $umt so look forward to that. I'm sorry if it seems rushed, I didn't have time to plan it out but will for the next chapter.

[ruelin024]

I wanna have opinions so uh, what do you think of my SacredFell AU? (So far anyway haha)

Hello, my mutual compadre, @littleyukki5033 , I have traveled down to the depths of your blog and will now commence judgment.

Kehehehe. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

[Gonna be long, I like/wanted to try making my responses worthwhile and attentive, to show you I went in on your AU and posts.]

(And you can laugh at me or with me on this, but I may not be the best at giving opinions, 😖 I think. Just know I'm typing this with my miniscule overthinkin’ brain and hurt wrist.)

START!

Feb 4: Don’t be afraid to post your AU and talk about it, beautiful or not, unique or not, complicated or not, similar or not, cringe or not, demented or not, eh or not. 

Share your mind, you’ll find people who share it with you. And if you get hate, show them San’s ass or something. It tells others how nonexistent they are to you. (though I’ve seen someone draw Sans very beautifully thicc, we will keep in mind he is bones, which we indeed simp for). 

Observe Exhibit A:

(I found this silly image saved on my desktop, so I thought it'd be cool to share it with you.)

So never let a negative comment change your love and view of your au and undertale. 

Undertale is amazing, it’s good to ramble, even if others don’t talk about it, even if you’ll never get reciprocated. There’s other people there reading it, like me sometimes I read and forget to heart, or I don’t heart a post because I don’t wanna bombard their notifications and all that. 

Yes, post your art, even if you’ve got no idea what to post, doodle, ask for ideas, or even take a break. I think it’s beautiful to share your mind’s eye. Show no fear, you’ve got this!

Everyone starts where you were once. 

Feb 12: Your Introduction of your own Underfell AU called SacredFell

I am interested. I am in fact one of many who are and will be interested for days to come, for as long as you build and love your AU, as it becomes whatever completion you dreamt of it to be, so on and so forth, even if one day you stop.

I’m finna be there bruh, late or on time.  

And imma let you know that right now as you reading this. You actually asked me first about your AU and lemme tell you, you beat me to it. I actually have fanart for you. AND was gonna find a time to ask you first.

(~(>_<。)＼ Usually I'm ready to send art cause I plan before hand, but someone used a wrist twist move on me for fun recently. ಥ_ಥ)

Anyway, moving forward.

Frisk and Chara of SacredFell: I enjoy teh designs. And me personally, I like Frisks design, the fact Frisk went through multiple design phases is nice to know. Would you ever show Frisk's previous designs?

Oof, you changed SacredFell Sans height from 5’2 to 6ft, damn what a stretch. And he part of the Royal Guard, whoa! 😆hotsome big skeleman.

Also, I love the art style of @/melikitinas, too. 💖

Feb 14: … ScaredFell Papyrus…. I-... 11ft height, yeah, we gonna need a height chart. I short, so they a fucking tree at this point, imagine Paps just bending at the waist towards a shorty like me, he’s gotta be prone on the ground or something. AND his fine ass a 2nd in Command Royal Guard, too. ○( ＾皿＾)っ AWWHEHESJDHWU ✨

Feb 21: LORE Ah, so the beginning is different, interesting. *reads through it with glasses* (I was recently working on my other OCs at the time as well :D.) 

Yukki sounds like a good character! And portaled? Oooooh, portaled, I wanna know backstory! 

Did Yukki not go through the ruins? She just collapsed in Snowdin? Was she unconscious the entire time she was taken to Asgore, up until Toriel saved her?

And usually humans, are strong, is Yukki weak due to something? (you don’t have to reveal too much lore unless you wanna) How much power does Yukki have? Why does it drain so quickly? 

Also, love Toriel, to save one instead of all, what a mother. Even if Yukki wasn’t her own, that was such a big sacrifice for the price of saving one child over freedom. I would love to see how you draw that part out.

And Toriel left Yukki behind the waterfalls, why not take Yukki with her? 

Why out of all the souls, Kindness was taken, would this serve as a significant plot point in the AU?

Would Yukki grow to harbor bad intent or negative emotions towards the monster or would she end up sacrificing herself after understanding the monster’s want for freedom, would she find another way, would she resort to genocide at some point(despite her being weak)? 

Would Toriel come in clutch next time Yukki is in grave danger? 

And what plans would Asgore have after he gets Toriel, I would’ve expected that he wanted Toriel dead, not with a bounty on her head to be returned ALIVE to his home. I'm probably just thinking to the extremes. 😂

I like this plot. I’d love to know how Frisk and Yukki will come together. And if within the one or two years, Yukki stayed with Sans and Papyrus, would the brothers falter when they need to get their jobs done for Asgore when the time comes? Would Sans and Papyrus eventually come to value Yukki as their own friend? Does Yukki know Sans and Papyrus are working to gain her trust to betray her in the end? 

Also is Toriel and Sans doing the knock knock joke through the gate in this AU too? What’s Toriel’s relationship with the characters so far? Within the time Yukki was living in the Underground, does she come to meet Toriel again?

Feb 23: YUKKI I agree Yukki is a main focal point in the beginning of this AU, I really like this. I can’t wait to see how you build this lore up. Would Toriel act again when Frisk comes? Would Toriel talk to Frisk about Yukki? How old is Yukki again? To me, Yukki looks like she has a strong presence, tongue sticking out, seems playful. ✨

Feb 27: Comic Heh. Middle school art is always nostalgic to look back on. I wish I still had some of mine. I threw most out due to the fact, I didn’t want physical evidence of my cringe art tying back to me, but looking back on it now. I was stupid and paranoid. 

Now cringe art is one of my favorite art pieces to discover, it brings a certain emotion outta you, am I right? Yeaahh.  

Anyway, I admire you for sharing your old art and comic. 

An AU, especially when a creator is lovingly dedicated to it, can become hectic and mentally crowded and out of order, or as you say “all over the place.” Good luck on that journey, creating comlex stories is hard! I was overwhelmed by my own ideas and burned out at some point and stopped entirely. You make me wanna go back to my little world.

And Yukki and SacredFell Sans look like they get along noicely. yukki hand on her hip, confidence and power ✨👌 makin' Sansy sweat.

Mar 7: Yay Toriel Character Sheet Me like tall woman. She taller than Sans, haha. I gotta learn how to draw a goat at some point. And she looks good in my opinion. Do SOUL Protectors gain power from the souls? Wouldn't they accidentally at some point absorb the soul? Has any of the protectors even thought of doing that? Doesn't the barrier need one monster soul and one human soul to break the barrier, or is that different in this AU?

Mar 11: Another comic redraw, SacredFell Asgore WIP

Aw SacredFell Sans and Yukki smiling together, your old drawing of them is cute. ANd that’s a jump, good to know they're out of the underground. Hope you eventually find the right design for Yukki, that you’re gonna be satisfied with. I’m excited to find out how they got out of the underground, too.

What's the key on Sans? And the heart necklace on Yukki?

And yes, I think Tumblr does something with the quality of an image when posted, because compared to my computer view, my phone view of some posts are different a bit.

Yass, show off the Goat man. 

ANd I also saw your Avatar DTIYS, looks awesome! I love the coloring, shading, and perspective! 

Mar 15: Update Eh, it didn’t take a while for me to gather info on your AU, it was spread out a little yes, but not so much, for me the pacing was alright. 

Ah and the ask blogs, yeah I dunno how I’m doing this tbh. 

And a webtoon would be great! But I hear it’s a lot of work to put into it, take small steps, so you won’t stress or burn yourself out. But I would definitely read teh webtoon if you were to make one. 

Mar 16: SacredFell Undyne WIP I love Undyne, I just dunno how to draw her yet. Love the art! She pretty. 

Mar 16: SacredFell Flowey Flowey in a bag, hahahahaha. I like how annoyed he looks in the drawing.  

Mar 17: SacredFell Monster Kid Another main character, you developing a lot of lore right now I bet. I wonder how MK will play out in your AU. 

Mar 18,22 : It’s UNDYNE >.< Fangirling. Another Tall strong woman. And missing parents during gaster’s disappearance, is this what I think it is, a lore hint?!?!   

Mar 23: Alphys Alphys is gonna be somewhat of a sly character in the plot huh, wow! And she fights, you gotta make art of that at some point! Alphys having bravery is interesting! 

Pfft, you spelled “Bavery” I didn’t even notice until you mentioned it. 

Mar 23: Gaster I love how you drew Sans and Papyrus in at Gaster’s “You’re in Trouble” expression.

And me like the tinted glasses as well.

Mar 24: Mettaton! He a Bravery SOUL Decoy! Was that Alphy’s idea to make him like that? Is he famous in the underground as well? He’s a looker. And he got four arms! Yuuusss! 

Mar 26?: Muffet Indeed a 5’7 lady spider is a cutie patootie, the arms are good, multiple is betta. Good design!  And she is also part of the Royal Guard, what will the fight be like? I’m curious! 

Mar 26?: That Sacredfell Mini Comic/Story was nicely put together! The end where SacredFell Sans responds with, “I don’t know.” I enjoyed reading this conversation! And Undyne in her royal armor MWUAH!  

So from all this, hopefully I did something good for you, most are just questions and comments, but I hope it served as an answer. *ahem*

A new character was added. [Yukki] = Will lead to more plot. *Check*

There’s a different backstory before the arrival of Frisk. *Check*

Toriel makes an act against Asgore before leaving, Asgore ordering Sans and papyrus to gain Yukki’s trust until the “time” comes = Complicated relationships *Check* 

I can fangirl, which means I can simp, which means, I’m invested. ✨ *CHECK CHECK CHECK*

The concept is really good! (The fact Asgore would entrust the souls to another and make them SOUL Protectors, and you still fight Alphys even in the pacifist route, and I sense "things" though not sure what, but it makes me look forward to your lore.) *ChecK* 

It’s a Fell type Universe. (I love Underfell) *CHECK* 

The art is noice!!!! *CHecK* 

I find interest in how characters will interact or encounter each other. *Check* 

I can see the work put into this AU! I see their dedication based from the dates you posted things about your AU. I really look forward to seeing how you continue to develop and make art for your SacredFell AU! With what you’ve shown at this time, I can happily tell you, for me this AU is interesting, there’s potential in many areas, character development, choice of dialogue, different relationship dynamics, personality, world building, plot changes, etc.

I wish I had more to say, I think most of my response here sounded... I think repetitive, maybe some questions were even answered already and I didn't catch it? Though hopefully I conveyed to you that I think you're doing well for what've you've shown thus far!

That's my grand opinion. 😁✨

Also, I found you through graphictale au. 💕💖👌✨

😙 Both ya'll wonderful.

[komilys]

After a several weeks of being dead, I'm back! And since you said that you don't mind me crashing into your inbox...

First of all, you and Ciel are really cute together. Hopefully you will be able to stir him up and get him to have some fun... You two seem to represent that kind of "troublesome guy x unfortunately has to deal with them" ship dynamic that I always loved.

But now I wonder, what other canon events would have gone differently with your s/i in it? Especially since Ciel and Sebastian decided to use your s/i for his knowledge of canon events (even if it barely helped). You also mentioned that lately you've been thinking a lot about the current arc, so what about that?

And it's kinda funny how both of us have our Black Butler s/is isekai-ed into their world from ours. I also got this idea from similar "x reader" fanfiction I was reading a long time ago.

Except my s/i ended up getting adopted (kinda) by Undertaker instead, and later was too busy working in the funeral parlour and slowly slipping into the madness to influence the plot...

Anyway, about your s/i again. How does he look? Do you have any drawings or picrews or just written description? Asking just so I could picture you and Ciel together.

– villain-in-love

(it deleted my first response. that sucks.) after weeks of ME being dead, i’m back n ready to answer!! :3 (im so sorry i keep dying)

thank you thank you!! that really does capture our dynamic perfectly i think <3

funny you mention your s/i being adopted kind of by undertaker bc i’ve been playing with a similar idea! instead of adoptee, it’s more kidnapee-but-not-really. he was already suspicious of komie, what with ciel just appearing one day with him and even more so by the fact that he always seemed to be five steps ahead of everything, like he always knew what was next. at first he dabbled with the idea of something supernatural, but i think at the end i’ve been toying with the idea of him ‘kidnapping’ komie during the whole blavat sky thing (that arc) but honestly im still not very sure what with the manga still going.

kidnapping in quotes because it’s not so much as kidnapping as me more or less willingly going with him, though originally that was the first draft, i switched to pinning komie’s departure from ciel’s side to his own selfishness. undertaker did have a part in his convincing to leave though.

i’ve been thinking a lot about the current arc trying to figure out how komie ties into it, whether having him be an active player as he’s always been or kind of just sitting on the sidelines watching everything play out for once. this is also in part due to that i really have no idea how the manga is gonna play out, i kept flip-flopping between being with r!ciel and lizzy (in my universe lizzy and i are close), and being wherever undertaker is, (essentially switching me always following ciel to me following him).

yeah, the current arc is messy for komie i don’t know what im doing with myself yet (￣w￣;)

that’s quite funnu though! that both of our inserts have both been just dropped in the story! i’m curious on what you mean by too busy descending into madness ??

the emerald witch arc (the next one to be animated, hooray!!!) is the last arc i have more or less thought out well (all my self ships are more or less thought out, lol)

i think komie ends up taking a lot more of a caretaker role for ciel, and he’s also a lot more careful with him during the emerald witch arc. at first he stops ciel from going into the forest too, because at this point he’s very fond of ciel and doesn’t want him to hurt, but at some point he does push ciel to go into the forest as he’s meant to.

like how finny takes care of ciel, komie also does as he’s more like a kid. at this point, guilt starts to creep up on komie because he just has to let bad things happen to the people he’s grown to care for and he becomes a little detached (this leads into the next arc, similar to lizzy). at some point between these two arcs, i think ciel and ki have a moment and for a little, ki goes back to the same but i think it’s a quick regression to his state during the witch arc.

speaking of witch arc, i remember i had an idea that i kill someone (one of the german women who tried to kill wolf, but id have to reread the arc to actually flesh that out… i forgot what happened…)

also funny ! sometime before the actual start of the green witch arc / during the public school arc, ciel finds out komie’s actual age— lizzy was trying to find out my birthday, lo and behold i admit my eighteenth was a month ago. ciel just goes quiet and looks at me— he genuinely didn’t believe i was that older than him.

its a funny moment, lizzy’s sad i didn’t tell her during easter, edward has his head in his hands— his mind is running crazy— he’s like oh!, and ciel is just staring. he blushes a little. anyways komie is just like sry gang (victorian version)

for the visuals of komie i have these 2! the first’s purpose is mostly to get a feel for the dressing/how he dresses + hair and the second is for the more actuate body type :3 obviously i dress very differently given… 1800s… but it’s a good representation of how i looked when i landed in the phantomhive garden in the first place (also my pajamas)

but if you want a kind of not really… more accurate to the kind of clothes i switch to wearing once actually in the 1890s, that’s the third picture (a little plain, it’s probably be more detailed / different in reality but just a vague idea! the general idea is more coverage lol)

something i thought of but i thought it’d be cute if during that shopping ciel has with the phantom servants post-school arc, he asks if i want anything and i shrug and say, “a blanket? i don’t really use the bed coverings i have at the manor”

“…you don’t?”

“no, i don’t really… the way they feel is…” i squint, making a vaguely grossed out noise.

ciel stares, before averting his gaze towards the shelves.

“how is this one?”

we go back and forth for a while, having me go through the different fabrics and try to explain how they are and the differences as he gauges my reactions. it’s embarassing because i can tell he doesn’t really get it, but he also doesn’t relent. we leave and i get a new blanket. a few weeks later, a little before the trip to germany— i find a few new clothes on my bed.

“ciel?” i examine the neatly wrapped package. its green. i look back up at him from the doorway across the room. “what is this?”

“clothes,” he doesn’t look up from his paperwork. “you were uncomfortable before, weren’t you?”

“sometimes,” i answer.

his pen stops. “now you won’t be.”

i stare at him, the quiet scratching of his pen being the only sound filling the air between us. that’s kind of you, but i don’t say it.

“oh…” i turn the package around in my hands. did he have sebastian wrap it? “thank you.”

“you’re welcome.”

x <3

[cynicalone94]

Cattle Prod

“Alright.” Voight says, looking over the case board. “Halstead, Upton, go pick up Jorgenson and bring him in for questioning.”

“Sarge, I’m due in court in an hour.” Hailey points out. “The Patrick Case.”

“Right.” he agrees, shaking his head. “Halstead, take Burgess and Atwater with you.”

“You got it.” Jay says, grabbing his jacket.

Hailey looks somewhat forlornly after her partner and the two younger officers as they jog down the stairs.

She hates being in court.

And she hates it when her partner goes into the field without her.

Jay turns off the truck.

“Carl Jorgenson.” he says. “Shouldn’t be anyone else in the house but why don’t you guys go around back, anyway?”

The officers nod and jog around the building. Jay approaches the front door.

He pounds on the door.

“Chicago PD!”

There’s no response and after a minute he pounds on the door again.

“Carl Jorgenson, Police. Come to the door.”

He lifts his radio.

“Any activity at the back?” he calls out.

No response.

How the hell can it be so hard to pick up one drug dealer?

“Kim, Kev.” he asks. “Got anything?”

The door swings open revealing Kim with a gun to her head and blood running from her nose.

“Let her go.” he snarls, reaching for his phone.

“Don’t even try it, Detective.” the man behind Kim snaps.

His hand freezes mid-reach.

“Come inside.”

“Jay don’t.” Kim gasps.

“Where’s Kevin?” he asks.

“Your other friend is fine. For now.”

Jay sighs and then steps through the doorway, closing the door behind him.

“Put your weapon on the ground.” the man orders. “Nice and slow.”

He pulls his weapon from the holster, clearing it and then crouching to place it on the ground.

“Drop your keys, phone and radio.”

He follows that order as well and then cuffs himself when that order follows.

“Get on your knees.”

“Where is Kevin?” he growls.

The man snaps his fingers and two others drag an unconscious Kevin into the room.

There’s a bloody gash above his left eye but Jay doesn’t see any other injuries.

“On your knees.”

As a gun swings toward Kevin’s head and the gun against Kim’s is pressed harder into the skin he swallows hard and follows the order.

Kim is drug over to sit on the couch next to Kevin. A cuff is latched around her left wrist and the chain is looped around the armrest before the other cuff is locked around Kevin’s wrist.

Kevin’s cuffs are taken and used to link Jay’s left ankle to another couch.

“Now what?” Jay demands.

“Now we find out how much you pigs know about my operation.” the man says.

“What makes you think we know anything?” Jay says.

“You came here looking for my friend, Carl.” the man says, motioning to one of the men still standing over Kim and Kevin. “So you know something.”

“We don’t.” Jay retorts.

The man produces an orange stick, about three feet long. Jay eyes the dual prongs on the end of it with hesitance.

“Last chance.” the man says. “What do you know?”

“Jack. Diddily.” Jay grinds out.

And then the prongs are in his stomach. His muscles lock up instantly, convulsions running through his body. He slumps forward, his face smashing into the floor.

He can hear Kim screaming, begging them to stop but he’s more worried about the fact that he can’t breathe.

He’s been tasered before, gotten up close and personal with some stun guns as well.

This is a million times worse.

When the electricity finally stops flowing it still takes several seconds before he can draw breath.

As he lies there, choking and coughing, he can finally focus on Kim’s pleading.

“I swear we don’t know anything.” she begs. “We got Carl off a security camera and were hoping he could tell us more. That’s it.”

“Gonna– – find out – – more – – when – – the team comes – – looking – – for us.” Jay gasps out.

“Shut that smart mouth unless you wanna tell me what I need to know.” the man snaps at him, hitting his arm with the prod.

A short burst of electricity rolls through him but the constant isn’t long enough for more than a weak spasm.

“He’s telling the truth.” Kim says. “We don’t know anything but that’s going to change if you don’t let us go.”

“We’re already in hot water over a little torture.” the man says. “Maybe we just kill the three of you and cut our losses.”

“Well that’s the fastest – – I’ve seen someone – – admit they were a – – dumbass before.” Jay retorts.

It earns him the prod stabbed into the junction between his neck and shoulder.

“Jay!” Kim screams.

A crash echoes around the room as the door shatters inward.

Then a shot rings out.

And then the electricity stops.

But he still can’t breathe.

Seconds, interminable seconds, pass and still he can’t pull in a breath.

Then he’s on his back, someone rubbing their fist harshly against his chest.

And still. he can’t. breathe.

The fist rubs harder but he can’t fight back the darkness anymore.

He can’t breathe.

His chest hurts.

Something is over his face, cold air blowing on his face.

Oxygen.

He is getting air it just doesn’t feel like enough. He rolls his head to the side, looking around the hospital room.

Hailey is sitting next to the bed, head pillowed on her arms, resting up against his hip.

He moves his hand, fingers reaching for her. She stirs as they brush against her arm, head lifting to look at him.

“Jay?” she whispers.

He opens his mouth to answer her but no sound comes out.

“Don’t try to talk.” she tells him. “You took a pretty solid shock to the neck. The muscles in your throat were paralyzed, they had to intubate you on scene.”

“W-” he manages to get out anyway.

Hailey shakes her head and hands him a notepad.

‘What was that thing?’

“It’s called a picana.” she answers him. “First step between a cattle prod and stun guns. Packs a hell of a lot more voltage than a taser.”

He nods slowly.

‘Kim? Kevin?’

“They’re okay.” she tells him. “Kevin has a concussion but he’s going to be fine. Kim isn’t hurt, kicking herself for those guys getting the drop on them.”

He shakes his head. He doesn’t have the energy to argue the lack of blame there and Hailey isn’t the one he needs to discuss it with anyway.

“Can’t leave you alone for a minute.” she says, eyes watering.

He tilts his head again, reaching for her hand.

She takes hold of his and rubs her thumb over the back of it.

“I love you.”

He squeezes her hand, hoping she understands the reciprocation for what it is.

She kisses his forehead.

“I’m really glad that you’re going to be okay.”

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

You could just provide the correct warnings for your Targ Ocs and put at the top that you are not cool with Targcest and the like and that just including it for continuity. just a suggestion because i would love to hear about your Targ ocs

Honestly… good idea.

I’ll post them in response to this ask too then because why not

Warnings: Targcest, twincest -none of which I agree with but if you’re gonna targ, targ hard- and special little snowflake syndrome

I actually wasn’t gonna post about them any more unless I figured out how to draw dragons so I could draw theirs. But… I’m gonna anyways.

(Info on them below the cut + chibi faces for them)

They were made in like 20 minutes on the discord server like I have put no thought into this at all. It’s just for fun. Hate them? Sure, go ahead. But I don’t care

These are Elaena and Aenar Targaryen (literally just chose canon targ names lmao), they’re twins and they’re targaryens and you know how that’s going down already.

They’re Alicent and Viserys’ kids, idk where in the order they’d fall but they’re assholes no matter how old they are.

Both of them have like… issues. Severely.

They grew up kind of hating eachother. Of the eggs given to them as babies, both of them came from a diseased clutch. One never hatched, and the other one was deformed with bicephaly, and assumed to die soon. They both argued over who’s ‘fault’ it was, and when the surviving dragon showed to be healthy despite its deformity, they both argued over who got to bond with it.

Of course, because it had bicephaly (two fucking heads) it meant that it could bond with both of them. Because both heads kind of function as separate entities, despite sharing a body. This made riding dangerous, especially for Aenar, as Elaena bonded with the dominant head and he bonded with the more submissive head.

Despite this, Aenar rode their dragon the most, and ended up getting injured his first time trying because the other head threw him off. It left him with a scar, but he got back on anyway just to just of stick it to Elaena that he was better at riding than her on a dragon that loved her more. He was still bleeding though and like mildly concussed, so he almost fell off again. Elaena helped him off and cleaned him up because she didn’t want blood getting on her dragon, and he’s an asshole so he wiped a bunch of the blood on her.

This, due to fucked up and gross reasons, lead to a lengthy love affair between the pair, sometimes including other people if they felt like it, and generally just them being gross.

Elaena’s the perfect pretty little political pawn. She’s basically used by her family to get them more power and she complies because that’s what she was raised to do. She mostly wears green, and a lot of jewellery, and the green is because Aenar’s eyes are green and they’re weird and twincesty together. She was a germaphobe as a kid (hence Nar wiping blood on her in vengeance, and her dislike of blood being on her dragon) but she grew out of it with time. She still likes to be neat and clean, and portray herself as the ideal of a Targaryen woman even if she’s not quite that. A lot of comparisons would be made between her and Nyra, simply because she’s what the greens use as an example of how Nyra ‘should’ behave. She has a lot of piercings bc I said so.

Aenar refuses to marry, and rebels a lot more openly than his sister in that regard. He’s a dragon rider or he is nothing. He keeps his hair as long as he can grow it, often styling it similarly to Elaena’s, and wears a lot of dark purples (again to match her eyes). He can be incredibly violent, though does not portray this openly, and enjoys himself his ruffles on his clothes. He encourages Elaena’s more fucked up habits and even started a few of them, and no matter who she marries he makes sure he’s the most important person in her life - he is her twin, after all. The only reason he’s neutral in the dance is because he’s too busy being a little freak to realise that politics is happening around him.

I will leave the more fucked up stuff for like… later… because an intro post is not the place to get into Elaena’s bad habits and Aenar’s weird little perversions. But these are the basics.

[another-corpo-rat]

Prompt: Hurt Me Good Kiwi/Meredith Stout (Past, Mentioned) Warnings for a past unhealthy relationship. Summary: Lucy and Kiwi have a small talk about trust and the necessity of a lack of it.  

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“So, I gotta ask.”

“You really don’t.” Kiwi narrows her eyes as her protégé slips into the chair beside her. The girl was getting good at the stealth shit; she’d give her that. She didn’t hear her approach this time. “But I got a feeling you’re gonna anyways.”

“Never trust a soul in Night City…Why was that the first lesson you drilled into me?”

“I reckon it’s the most important. Most ignored too.” She wanted to reach for a cigarette, but the girl was quick – picked up that it was a nervous habit of hers, an avoidant one. Couldn’t have her knowing it was a correct observation. She taps her fingers idly against the glass table. “You’re a bright spark, didn’t wanna see you get snuffed out too quick. Trust’s the fastest way for that to happen.”

She casts her eyes across the wide space as she talks, noting the locations of the rest of the crew, dispersed as they were through the crowds of the street party. Maine and Dorio were chatting up one of the small-time fixers – a rising star they were trying to hitch a ride on. Dorio was doing most of the talking this time, has been for a while, since Maine’s jitters started again. Pilar was doing tricks with his bullshit gibbon arms, juggling whatever the crowd tossed at him. And Rebecca was – heh. Having a private party with a solo in one of the alleys further back, out of view of the crowd but not out of reach of her ping.

“I trust you though.” Lucy points out, her own eyes drawing lazily across the same crowd. Her expression bored, even if there’s something mildly goading in her tone.

“Enough, not entirely.” They both share a look at that, Lucy’s challenging, Kiwi’s certain. “Why else are you so shifty about what was on that BD you got a while back?”

The younger netrunner is the first to look away this time.

“It’s nothing.” She says sharply.

“Relax, kiddo, I’m not taking it personally. Kinda glad to know you’ve taken it to heart.” And she is. There’s an edge of pride to her voice that she doesn’t bother to hide, a warmth in her eyes that Rebecca would draw attention to and ruin the moment.

She’d be smiling, if she still could. Thin lips pulled up in a grin, showing too much gum, too many teeth. She hated that smile since—

“What happened that you took it to heart?”

“Bitter, bitter experience.” And that was that; Lucy hums in response, thoughtful but ultimately content with even that sliver of obvious information as she resettles her focus outward. The girl never pried, it was one of the reasons Kiwi liked her as much as she did. Significantly more than she did Pilar or Becca, whose company she comparatively tolerated.

She’ll reward that silence, just this once.

“I almost got myself zeroed. Trusted the wrong person, fooled myself into thinking what we had was special. Hell, got so deep I was convinced she trusted me too.” Flicking her eyes towards the young woman, she meets the curious glint of pastel pupils that feel familiar. Like looking in a mirror and seeing her younger self again – that same eagerness to fit, the fear of it in equal parts. She doesn’t doubt Lucy might’ve made the same mistakes she did lifetimes ago.

Like whispering ‘I love you’ as she lay in their arms and ignoring the blaring sirens in her head that call her an idiot.

Or letting them press the weight of their own misjudgements on her shoulders. A gun pressing to her jaw. All her insecurities and hopes laid bare at the other’s feet thrown back into her face. A face no longer pretty in their eyes, chin too sharp, lips too thin. Laugh too shrill.

Letting herself believe them to be even remotely right.

“Would rather not have to pick up your pieces if you made that mistake. Tends to get…messy.” Loud, violent. Last she saw her, the bitch had the audacity to get a tattoo below her ear.

Never Again.

As if it was her fault things went to shit.

“I won’t.” And it’s spat, spoken with such conviction that Kiwi can’t help but be certain of it as well. Still, she merely offers her own hum, looking away to let the quiet settle between them. Lucy was ruminating, best leave her to it for the next few minutes. And the mess of their crew is interesting enough to occupy that time, especially now that the harder liquor is out after Dorio worked her magic.

Kiwi’s own drink still sits untouched and Lucy hadn’t accepted a cup. Things hadn’t gotten violent yet, but neither woman were keen to dull themselves to the potential of it. A drunk netrunner was a useless one.

The allotted minutes pass. Neither start another conversation, both content to sit in the rare quiet of each other’s company.

Kiwi doesn’t play favourites but-

“Hey! Old Hag, c’mere!”

Lucy is definitely her favourite.

[reapersynth]

Hello! I was wondering if you had any tips on learning to draw? I haven't drawn anything in uhh ~6 years and even then I was barely learning. I just got a nice little drawing tablet so I'm gonna try with that

Also it is currently 1:40 Am as I send this so whether I remember to read your response Tomorrow remains to be seen ahfuenwjamqka

I’m the worst person to ask bc I’ve been drawing for 10 years and I still have no idea wtf I’m doing 😭 I recently had to return to basic practice skills (figure drawing from references) because I feel my own brain withering away, but I will Attempt some semblance of advice based on things I wished I knew when I was a beginner:

I think a good selection of tips is to start with some basic tutorials on youtube (thats where I started mang many moons ago) to learn stuff like figure drawing, basic anatomy/proportioning, lighting/shading, color theory, etc. I think I learned a lot from the Proko youtube channel when I was a beginner!

Also ALWAYS USE REFERENCES. I personally browse pinterest for pose & clothing ideas. and don’t let anyone tell you that using references is bad or makes you a worse artist because you cant 3d print exactly what you wanna draw from your brain. Those people are idiots. It’s also 100% fine to trace references to learn (I personally deploy the method of freehanding a reference, then tracing the reference, then freehanding it again to incorporate what I missed/did wrong. It Just Works) Just don’t trace other ppl’s art & pass it off as your own bc that’s obviously Not Okay

I’d also recommend challenging yourself to draw at least 1 thing a day. It doesn’t have to be a grandiose art project, just like a quick figure study or referencing something nearby/online to sketch. sometimes I’ll just doodle little things in the corner of a notebook while I’m watching a youtube video and that’s all I’ll draw that day. But it’s good to draw something every day bc if you don’t your brain will be like “how do draw?” the next time you pick up a pencil 5 months later (not speaking from experience or anything >.>) plus I think it helps with keeping you in the “mood” to draw so that you don’t burn yourself out as quickly drawing stuff you actually wanna draw!

It’s also good to remember that everyone learns at a different pace and some things will slowly come to you over time if you keep practicing, even if you feel like you just aren’t “getting” it. I honestly didn’t get an eye for coloring until like, last year (and I owe most of that to gifmaking tbh) and prior to that I had no idea how color theory worked, despite being constantly reminded about it in tutorials and school lmao. If you keep practicing enough some things will just “click” eventually.

Aaaaand I think the most important tip, which I am still struggling to learn, is to not measure your own art’s worth based on other ppl’s progress, because there’s always gonna be artists younger than you out there who somehow draw like professionals that will make you panic and think wtf!!!! But your art is worth making because you made it, and the only way to get better is to be unafraid of making “crappy” art, because the only alternative is to never make art at all. (plus I gaurantee all of those people who could paint like vincent van gogh before their 30s have days where they feel like complete talentless hacks, too)

Anyways yeah I hope this helped at all. somewhat. And good luck!