#but I won't buy new clothes because I'm poor

[deonsx]

If They Become A Girl Dad

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Atsushi, Akutagawa

Dazai Osamu

God! I can imagine him in complete joy. Being the father of a girl made him much more exciting than being the father of a boy. The reason is that he always wants to protect his little princess. Father and daughter dress the same and often go shopping for his daughter

He will definitely spoil your daughter and if you try to stop him, you will be the bad cop.. He will be the one who gets her ready for school in the morning, while you will prepare her bag. While braiding your daughter's hair, you laugh when you realize how complex Dazai's mind is, "Honey! Braiding hair, I need help with this!" "Yes, mom and dad can't do it, my hair is tangled, please" While your daughter is complaining about her father, poor dazai is only trying to communicate with him more

"My beautiful daughters, I am lucky to have you... I have a duty to protect you”

Chuuya Nakahara

He shows off his Cooking skills to your daughter and manages to impress your daughter every time. He is a hero in your daughter's eyes, but the problem is that your daughter...is in love with your husband much more than you. "Dad, I love you more than my mother~!" Chuuya laughs and looks at you, "Look, your mother says she loves me more, even though~" Your boyfriend kisses his daughter as if he's teasing you

he takes your daughter out on trips all the time, and to be honest, he is a real trick when it comes to mothering her. he can take care of your child for hours, days, weeks, even when you are not around and working overtime at work. He will try to entertain her with his powers. I can imagine him rocking your daughter to sleep on his lap. He buys your daughter clothes from the most expensive brands and dresses her like Barbie. Your daughter and Chuu look so much alike that there would never even be a possibility of suspicion

“You can't understand how it feels to have two angels belong to me”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

He is definitely a difficult person and the fact that he now has a daughter really makes him a more difficult father figure. His daughter is a complete copy of him, her hair and eyes are purple, I know that Fyodor will not be a very careless father, on the contrary, he really cares about her very much, mostly the fact that he does not have time to care does not make him a careless father. He always has his eyes on his daughter and is busy protecting her.

If you leave them alone, it is possible, although very rare, to witness them playing games with their daughter. Usually, they play the Barbie house game together as a result of her daughter's insistence. Fyodor agrees not to talk because instead of these games, he prefers to teach her new hobbies such as chess, piano and violin. He is a very disciplined father, he is still with his daughter during her high school years. he stays (to keep her away from men) he's a jealous father he just can't say it

"I'm the only man in your life, your father, you won't need anyone else"

Nikolai Gogol

He is a total entertainer, he does his best to entertain his daughter. Your daughter has long white hair and deep blue eyes, a snow-white skin, and it is certain that she inherited all her genes from Nikolay. She starts braiding your daughter's hair at the very beginning of the morning and they spend hours together. Even your daughter's first word is "pa~pa!~" You and Nikolai looked at each other and were shocked. "My dear girl!!!!~~" Your lover is capable of being both a mother and a father to him and you didn't realize this until you had a child

Your child loves to do magic tricks! You don't have to wake up at night because Nikolai gives your child all the sleep back in 1 minute with his talent, you don't even have to get out of bed, he always dresses his daughter like a royal princess when shopping for clothes, he buys the most expensive jewels (even though she is still small, she has a lot of diamonds), her daughter's taste attracted her father and They eat their favorite meals together. Whatever her father wants to eat, she wants it too

"You're not jealous of us spending so much time with my daughter, are you? Remember...I'm yours."

Atsushi Nakajima

He is a really worried father, sometimes he even forgets that he is a father and becomes a child, it is possible that you will feel like you have 2 children because you cannot get out of this cycle in the general period of time... Atsushi really likes to introduce everything to your daughter, he takes her to the agency on the days when you are busy and tired. It mostly saves you from a tiring day. He spends all his time with her in the mornings and your daughter doesn't look like you, she is a complete copy of her father, her eyes are a mixture of sain and purple, she reminds of autumn, her hair shifts from white to blonde and her naughty mistakes are the same as her father's.

He is always protecting you and your daughter. Now he has 2 lives to protect. He cried the first time when he learned that your baby would be a girl. I can imagine him kneeling down on his knees and crying with happiness, thinking about what kind of a daughter he will be. "I-I will be a father! And the father of a girl!!" There was a huge celebration when he shouted this news to the agency, "My father is a tiger!" Your daughter was constantly bragging about her father and trying to convince her friends that he was a tiger

"Oh, did my darling daughter and wife miss me? Because I missed them”

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

He is a father who really has a hard time showing his emotions, but when it comes to his daughter, everything disappears for him. If you see him talking to his daughter, you will feel like you don't know him at all. He likes to play with your little daughter and teach her new words. His first word is "rasomon" He entertains your daughter by showing her his talent. rasomon is at your daughter's disposal. They go on shopping trips with his father but of course his father can't take care of him alone, so he can't help but call you. "I think I still have a lot to learn from you, s/o" Unlike other fathers, Akutagawa is uneasy and is still trying to overcome his inferiority complex left over from Dazai. Of course, everything is better with you painted too white

Even though he had a hard time expressing his feelings when he found out you were going to have a daughter, he gave you a reassuring smile and held your hand "I'm with you" he always reassured you and as you now rocked your daughter in his arms these memories ran through your mind, Akutagawa definitely described his child about Dazai, your daughter strangely doesn't like dazai

"You're the one who helped me erase the darkness in my heart... don't leave me s/o..."

Enjoy!

[thecameronchronicles]

Baby Daddy: Alimony

BABY DADDY Part 1!

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Smut. Language. Degrading language. Breeding kink. Dom!Rafe. Daddy kink. Choking kink. Blade play.

SUMMARY: You believe you've finally gotten a step ahead over your toxic baby daddy. Foolish you…

WORD COUNT: 3000

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked

could there be a part 2 to baby daddy w rafe? 

Alimony 

He always had a way of winning. Poker. Business. His way into your sheets yet again. At least he had until lately. Excuses and appointments on your end had allowed you the chance to form some sort of dominance over your toxic situationship. And somehow beyond worry and former threats, your heels came to a click through his office on your most recent expression of altered submission. 

"Excuse me, you can't go in there-" His assistant called from behind her desk, desperate for you to obey or risk his wrath. For a moment, you couldn't help but wonder if she had been a replacement to some complaint her predecessor made against Rafe for misconduct. 

"Just a piece of advice…he's not worth the expensive perfume…" You explained as she blushed, the clear unbuttoned decolletage set in such a way to garner his focus as her intentions had been spoiled. Too much in shock to your audacity, you were allowed into his meeting without any further protest. 

"If we focus only on the west-" His words ceased immediately once his eyes fell to you. If not for the look of pride across your face, he would have believed that something happened to your shared offspring. For the absence of this, he simply tightened his jaw to wait for the reason for your presence. 

For the years he had bombarded you and infiltrated your life, you finally had the chance to return the unpleasant favor. Without a second thought, you set down the collection of bills before him with a glare of challenge cast in his direction. 

"If you weren't so busy buying expensive and inappropriate dinners for new assistants you'd know that you're three months late in alimony. Money needed to take care of your son." You spat as he didn't wear an expression of embarrassment, maybe awe, even arousal, but you hadn't been allowed the reaction you sought out. Because of this, you continued. 

"A lifestyle you demand he has. A private school. Expensive clothes and toys he'd be fine without. But since you won't let me raise him modestly…you pay for these…things I could without you…but you won't let me." 

"Excuse me, but this isn't the time or place to exercise your hormonal-" You narrowed your eyes towards the man who spoke against you. One Rafe told you enough about to offer a stain against his reputation amongst fellow colleagues. 

"How's your wife?" He cleared his throat before fixing his tie. 

"What does-"

"Does she know you have a proclivity for your assistant? Your male assistant-"

"Enough. My office. Five minutes." Rafe apologized on your behalf as you left the bills at your back before moving to his office. 

Set at the rim of the desk, your palms rested on the wooden edge as you were left in wait. Pictures of your son lay in pride on his desk along with one of you and him closer to his closed laptop. You couldn't help but feel warmth when on observation of the simpler time. A time before you really knew him and the poor excuse he had for a heart. 

"I've ruined men's lives for less than what you did…" 

"I'm not afraid of you, Rafe. I am tired of all of this…You dictate every aspect of my life with our son even though I am the one with him day in and day out. All of his doctor's appointments. Teaching him to read. Playdates. Sick days. When he broke his wrist last summer from being at the park with the nanny YOU were too busy eye-fucking to to notice!" He clenched his arms, your eyes drawn to the strain of fabric caused by his muscles. 

"So you're mad because I showed interest in someone else?"

"Are you really THAT much of a narcissist? Your son got hurt because you were reckless and put him as anything but a priority!"

He took a step closer to you, the entire collection of oxygen around you seemingly thinned as he drew a finger to his bottom lip. The signet ring on that leading finger forcing your focus to his lips. Those damn lips that held talent no man should be able to possess. The same talent that made you forgive him so many times before. At least long enough to give you both an orgasm. 

"I wasn't "eye-fucking" her-"

"I don't care what you call it Rafe, he got hurt because you were-"

"I was trying not to fuck you in the middle of that park in that goddamn sundress you know makes me hard enough to split you in half." He explained behind clenched teeth.

 "Looking at her was the only thing that kept me from looking at you. The only person I'll ever eye-fuck Because nobody compares to you. No matter how many girls I've tried to test that theory on…" He was now only a foot or so in front of you. 

"I told you you ever needed anything, you just ask. But you made a scene…" His hand was suddenly in the back of your hair. 

"So now you're going to make sure they hear what happens when you rival me." You were taken against the desk, palms forced at the surface. 

"Don't hurt my reputation, baby…scream for me like you always do and I might just let you come…" His hands were feverish and gluttonous to a competitive degree. Harsh but through as he reached within your house and directly beneath your bra. It took only one repressed moan and shuddering breath before he smirked at your cheek. He knew you wanted him. And he was shameless to broadcast the same need to you. 

A single scoff felt at your back and he pulled the straps to your shirt downwards until exposing your bra to him. 

"Now you didn't come here in my favorite bra just to talk…" You hesitated, unaware you had subconsciously dressed in his favored piece of lingerie. When you didn't respond, he turned you to face him, a letter opener set as a threat to your jaw. The life suddenly behind his eyes was frightening as it was only born from your fear. And yet, you were aware he wouldn't bring true harm to you. Not anymore than what he'd already done, anyhow. Your thighs aching at the thought of that very thing. 

"Anyone else were to talk to me like that and they would…" He paused. "Let's just say he wouldn't find it as pleasurable as I could make it for you…"

"I didn't come here for-"

"If your panties match this bra then you came here for exactly this." But as his hand rode into your pants, a violent unbuttoning of the closure and you gasped to the feeling of his fingertips against your naked clit. Not an ounce of fabric separating you. 

"No panties?" He scoffed. "Making it a bit too easy for me, baby…" He lowered the edge of the blade to your chest, teasing your nipple with its cold tip. First the left. Then the right. Circling it until lowering still. In the meantime, your breathing was sporadic to the crusade as your body shifted in accordance to the cold edge making contact. 

"Maybe it wasn't for you." You shot, some random surge of courage allowing you to rival him. 

"Don't ever say that shit to me again. YOU are for me. You can try to fuck anyone else and I promise you'll always be left wanting me. You know why, baby?" He suddenly took hold of the middle section of your bra to pull you closer to him. A gasp leaving your lips as he set the edge of the potential weapon to the fabric. 

"Because you love this." He sliced the fabric, exposing your breasts that he was quick to apprehend. But the blade continued lower until it teased the line of your parted jeans. 

"I-"

"Guess I need to prove it." Lowering to his knees, he pulled your pants to your knees before drawing the blade at an angle so it didn't cut you. 

"One wrong move and you'll bleed for me…You know I don't mind ." His eyes flickered with mischief as you breathed sharply. The contact of the blade at your sex made you shift. 

"You ever let anyone know how sweet this is…" He explained while pulling the blade to his tongue, a single lick of your excess removed, and rolling his eyes to your familiar taste. 

"I'll fuck you with this very blade so you can only be with me." You tensed at the thought. It was a threat. Not some attempt to entice you with dirty words. And he meant it. Every ounce of predatory dominance was always exercised with that promise. But this was sharper. Deeper. A vow of sorts, spoke on his altar of domineering existence. 

"Every time I want to be sweet to you…you open that pretty little mouth and make me want to come in it instead…Making you cry and plead…But today, you made a fatal error, baby. And now you're gonna make it up to me." He rose back over you. 

"You know you belong on your knees here in my office."

"I'm not fucking you, Rafe." He smirked and nodded. 

"You're right. I'm fucking you-" Distracted by his words you were taken aback by the sudden lift of your leg over the desk and his cock penetrating you with a cruel eagerness. And yet, you cried out for him as you always had. Only to return to that familiar hesitance. 

"I don't want you on your knees looking up at me, because I always forgive you too quickly. I want you to earn it. For embarrassing me. So it's only fair I do the same to you." He was harsh with his focused touch, exercising your erogenous zones with fervor as you refrained from rewarding him with any sound. Instead, you held your breath to suppress those moans so desperate to be released. 

"You can try to fight it all you want, baby. But your body is telling me just how much you missed me. How sorry you are-'"

"I'm not-" He silenced you by turning you into his mouth. His left hand came around your cheek, pressing you deeper into him as his tongue wrapped around yours. 

"The more you fight it, the harder you're gonna come. You're edging yourself baby…doing my work for me…" He spoke against your lips as he continued to pump you against the desk. The gift of his successes shook before you until a specific statue came to the floor to break. He smirked, falling into the illusion of your submission as he loosened his grip on your hand. 

It was just the window needed as you pushed him away from you and took the letter opener in hand. 

"I'm not some toy to you anymore! You don't get to decide anything."

"You gonna stab me? Yeah?" He tried for you but you only cocked your jaw. 

"Knees, Rafe. " You surprised him. "Make me come on your desk like you used to…" You smirked as you played with the tip of the blade. 

"All over those contracts you used to get so made you'd have to print again…only to fuck me over the copier…counting each page out as punishment…"

"You think-"

"Your name might be on that door. The lease to my apartment. Even following our son's name. But you don't own me, Rafe. You don't decide where I go or who I see. When I come or with you. I want this for me. So knees. Or I'll leave right now and you won't-" He rushed against you, a kiss to your lips as he gathered your face between your palms. The letter opener, thrown across the floor, where it became lost to some bookshelf as you watched him pull away just slightly. 

"There's that fire…"

"Shut up and make me come." He smirked before taking his hand to your neck. In the attempt made to keep dominance, you could only wrap your hand around his wrist as he pulled you to him. 

"You're right…" His middle finger came to your sex. "I might now own you. God knows you have your own opinions. But I own your body. Your moans. Your orgasm. Even the denial you have after you regret giving in to me…again…"

"You-"

A second finger set at a curve made you gasp in relief. 

"I own sex. With you. And I'll always make you mine. Make you come. Every time. And you show your ass like that again…I'll let them see it as I make it the darkest shade of red I can until you can't even sit." He scoffed. 

"How will you explain that to our son? Hmm? His mom's a whore who can't learn to keep her mouth shut but keeps her legs open for daddy? Mmm…I like the way that sounds…" 

He gripped your throat harder. "Call me it. I'll let you come. Just like you want. But call me it."

"Bastard." You shot as he kissed you sharply. 

"That's fine. I'll just take you how I want…" He pinned your back flat against the desk before thrust you down onto him. The fulfillment of his cock sending your eyes to an immediate roll as your back arched from his depth. 

"Not so dominant now with my cock deep enough to remind you how much you need it, yeah? Then fucking take it, baby…" Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk as he bowed into you. One harsh grasp to the back of your neck brought you into him as another held himself up from crushing you. It would only take until the third thrust before your reservation turned into the need for more as you wrapped yourself around him. Feet tied over his waist and your fingers pulling at his hair, he moaned into your kiss with approval. 

"Rafe-" 

"I know you're about to. Think I need to be warned after how many times?"

"No…I…I want more…" He smirked, kissing you once more before pressing your calf into his chest and holding you tightly. 

"That enough for you, yeah? Feel me that deep inside of you?" He hit his hand on the surface of the desk beside you. 

"Answer me!"

"Oh my God…" You only kissed him, softening his anger, but not his passion. "You feel so good…fuck me, Rafe…" His eyes rolled to your command. 

"Daddy…" you teased directly into his ear before nibbling on the lobe beneath as he unleashed himself into you. The desk at a threat to break as it even cried out beneath you. But as you moaned shamelessly beneath him his hand came around your mouth. A slip allowed by losing himself in the greed of your lower lips. 

"I thought you wanted them to hear me…"

"Nobody gets to hear you come but me." He lifted you off of the desk and onto the couch across the way until you straddled him. Without the need for guidance, you began a lace of bouncing and clenching as his fingers ate sharply into your hips. 

"Yes!" He belted behind clenched teeth. "My girl never forgot how to ride me…" You diverted the grip over his shoulders into that of the fabric behind him as he corrected you back to his skin. 

"It will hurt you."

"I want you to." He confessed, allowing you a chance to read beyond the lines of your toxic relationship, where sex governed and compassion was sparse. But in this moment, he became gentle. If he could even be such a thing, this was the closest you'd ever seen him. 

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I do. I want you to. Because I want to hurt you…" He explained with tears in his eyes as you kissed him sweetly, surprising him. 

"Then hurt me." He clenched his jaw, turning you onto your knees before pulling you back to face him. A smack to your ass and a vice if s grip made you wince as he repeated it twice over. 

"Just say it once. You don't have to mean it…just say you're mine…"

"I'm yours, Rafe…So fuck me like it…" He pounded into you, your body pinned between him and the arm of the chair as only his hand through your hair pulled him back. 

"Yes!" You chorused. 

"Oh shit…" He moaned for you, the desperate groan making your eyes roll in approval. 

"I wanna fuck it so deep inside of you that you get pregnant again-" Your eyes shot open. 

"Rafe-"

"Just one more time…You let me use every part of you to come…you were more horny than I was…" You hesitated. 

"Yep…one more time…"

"Rafe, no-"

"Yes baby…you're gonna be so fucking good again…so beautiful, so full…tits so fuckable…"

"Raaaaafe!" You whimpered. "Please!"

"If you don't want it, are you you clenching so hard? Hmm? Why are you so close to coming for me?"

"Because you're so deep…"

"Deep enough for you to give me another baby…come on…take it baby…" he pulled you back against him. One arm wrapped as a sash as he used the other at your clit. 

"You can come…I know I am…"

"Oh fuck!"

"Good fucking girl…oh yeah…oh you want it…say it…say you want my cum…say it!"

"Ah! I want it! Cum inside me, Rafe!"

"Yeah? Why?"

He smiled as you faced him. "Oh…tell me before I come…I'm close…you're too fucking tight…"

"That's fine…you're still gonna take every drop…" he thrust violently into you, as you belted and stiffened for him. 

"There…Now I'll forgive you for acting like such a little bitch…" he moved to kiss you but you moved away. 

"Don't be that way. You could have said no."

"I did…"

"Your body wanted it…I bet it still does…"

"Rafe…" He moved to his desk, pressing the intercom to his assistant. Pulling up the sleeves of his dress shirt you left loose and stretched, he kept his eyes to you. 

"Cancel the rest of today."

"Mister Cameron-"

"Thank you." He moved back to you. 

"Looks like you're mine for the rest of the day…" 

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[rjalker]

Edit: Can't believe the irony of me having to say this, but I do apparently have to say this: Not wanting boobs and not wanting to be seen as feminine does not mean you are, or want to be seen as masculine. I'm not transmasculine just because I don't want boobs and don't want to be seen as feminine.

You cannot read a post where the point is having boobs does not equal being feminine and go oh! right. Because not wanting boobs equals being masculine! No!! I'm not transmasculine! I'm not trying to look masculine! Kill the gender binary that has a stranglehold on your views of gender!

Stop shoving nonbinary people into a new set of binary boxes!

___

the idea that having boobs gets you automatically and inherently classified as being "female presenting" and "feminine presenting" in so-called progressive circles makes me want to maul people.

I've said this before and I'll just keep repeating it forever: I'm disabled. I can't wear a binder. If I tried I'd dislocate several ribs and that'd be the least of my worries. Like. you know why ribs not being where they're supposed to be is dangerous? Yeah. Yeah. Use your imagination. That's a real thing I have to worry about.

I can't even wear a sports bra that's several sizes """too large""" comfortably.

And yeah, I can use trans tape, but that takes concerted time and effort to put on and take off, and every time you put it on you get different results, and you might just mess it up entirely and waste it, and it can get itchy if you're sweating with it on (and it's 90 degrees almost all the time it's not actively winter here, so that's...literally unavoidable. Even sitting in the living room. Because the electric company charges an arm and a leg for AC during the summer AND won't even give you enough to actually cool your shitty tiny apartment even with all the doors shut and curtains drawn!!!!!), and it's expensive to buy more of.

And especially because this declaration of "feminine presenting" or "female presenting" that gets shoved onto you is not only misgendering you, but placing the blame on you for being misgendered for not looking not-female enough. It's no longer the speaker making incorrect assumptions, they're now literally declaring that this is a concious decision you make. You are choosing to "present" yourself this way...by having a body that you have no control over.

And even when it comes to clothes, the idea that the clothes you wear is another purposeful, conscious Presentation™ of your gender...

Even if we ignore for a moment the fact that being disabled and poor severely limits the clothes you can wear and even just have access to, what about people who literally don't get to choose what their clothes are? Kids whose parents buy their clothes for them, people whose carers choose their outfits for them?

My gender is not "sun-bleached tank top and shorts with a reflective sun hat". That's just what I wear so I don't die of heat stroke every time I set foot outside, and so that my joints are not being painfully constricted every time I move. I literally can't take my hat off outside during the day without developing a headache (or are they fucking migraines? fuck if I know!) within minutes from the sun trying to murder me from my light sensitivity. And it took me years to even realize that it was light sensitivity causing this. I remember in middle school the substitute gym teacher asked if I was a vampire because I moved to the closest shady spot every time we moved to a new area.

And like. Let's be honest. Even if I could safely wear a binder...They're fucking expensive.

It's just really fucking annoying that so many people equate binding with being trans and so many people who are supposed to be allies are just so comfortable labeling other people, who they haven't asked, as "feminine presenting" just because of the presence of boobs. Like we have any choice in the matter. Like having visible boobs just means you're asking to be misgendered.

[familyvideostevie]

hit me with the sunshine!james and grumpy!reader fluff, loser :)

-cece

how delicious! so good i'll ignore the name calling <3 all for you, @theemporium :) i've never done this trope before so hopefully this works!!! | fluff, fem!reader, grumpy!reader x sunshine!james, 1k

"If you keep frowning like that your face is going to stick," James says lightly. He startles you a bit, but you don't let it show. He knows you well enough to tell, anyway. He slides his hand over your lower back as you continue to stare, arms crossed, at the book in your hand.

"Ha, ha," you say, toneless. "James, it's no use." Your lower lip has a small indent in it like you've been chewing on it. He wonders if you'll let him kiss you in the store.

"What's no use, darling? Catch me up, I'm slow." Sometimes, if you're in the mood, you'll bump your hip with his when he teases like that. But you don't move, don't even lean into the hand on your back.

"I think today is going to be a bust." It's shopping day -- different from errand day, you both wander around local shops and buy things you don't technically need. Birthday presents, new clothes, books. It tires you out immensely and James knows that tonight you'll fall asleep in his lap with a movie in the background.

"Why's that?" he asks. You won't ask him to go home early, even if you're not enjoying yourself, since you know he's got things to buy. You won't even sulk -- that's not your style. He'll just be able to feel it radiate off of you, and while he adores your slightly sour disposition, he never wants you to actually be upset. Dissatisfied with the state of the world? Sure, who isn't. Annoyed at slow walkers? Again, join the club. He loves you when you're frosty, he loves you when you're grumpy, he loves you when you're soft in his arms when you wake up every morning. It doesn't matter. He loves it all.

"I--," you start. You set the book back down on the table perhaps a bit too forcefully, as you wince at the noise it makes. "I'm just annoyed they don't have the edition I wanted. When I called last week they said they did." You take a deep breath. "And I'm frustrated that I've dragged you here when it's on the other side of town as the stationary shop we need to go to for Remus and all the other places we need to visit." You sigh again, frown deepening. Time for him to make his move.

He's mastered this by now. James knows that you'll let him underneath your exterior no matter what, half because he's so damn charming and half because you want him to see you, to make you smile. And, if he's honest, he's got no idea why you let him. But from the moment you met it was clear that he was the perfect companion to your mood.

"I'll buy you another book. Two other books. No, three!" You turn towards him and his hand slides to the flesh of your hip, squeeing once, gently. "Well, any more than three and you definetly have to carry some."

You aren't convinced. "James, that's not the point --"

"Well, who needs books, anyway?" He hooks two long fingers through your belt loop and tugs gently. You allow it, falling into his chest and catching the lapels of his jacket, frown still in place. But he can see he's getting there -- your eyebrows are quirked in interest and your shoulders are already looser. He taps the tip of your chin with a knuckle before cupping your cheek. "I could just ravish you in the stacks of this shop, instead. No purchase required."

"James," you scold. Your grip on his jacket tightens and he can tell you're fighting a smile. "I will not be kicked out for public indecency. Who even says ravish, anyway? Who are you, a historical romance hero?"

He nods very seriously. "That's my day job, obviously. How did you not know? You really should pay more attention to me." That earns him an eye roll and tug at the corner of your mouth .

"Poor you," you drone. "Most neglected boyfriend on the planet."

He drags his thumb across your skin, watching it pull. Your nostrils flare. "No," he says. "No, I don't think so. You couldn't neglect me if you tried." He moves his face closer, so close that your noses brush. Your eyelashes flutter and your eyes close.

"Only because you're so bloody loud," you say, softly. "It's very hard to ignore you." He scoffs.

"Careful," he says. "Or I might think you're flirting with me." He drags it out even more, brushing his lips over yours without properly kissing you.

"Now that would be a real blow to my reputa--" you say, but he ends his own game and presses his lips to yours. You gasp and he swallows it, right there in the fiction section of the bookshop. James doesn't let it go on too long, lest you actually get kicked out, which would be a shame since he knows you do like this place normally. So after a few mostly decent-for-public kisses, he pulls away. Your hands loosen their grip on his jacket and he releases your face.

"Shall we go, then?" he asks, finding his voice a little rough. He loves the effect you have on him. You nod, frustration seemingly gone for now.

"I hate when you do that," you grumble, linking your fingers together. He squeezes your hand. "Cheer me up so easily."

"No, you don't," he says, beaming at you. You reach up and flick a loose curl back into place.

"No, I don't," you say, suppressing a smile. "I still don't have my book, though." Well, at least you no longer look put out about it.

"Then we'll go to every shop in the city, silly girl," James says, tugging you toward the exit. "We've got all day."

thank you for reading <3 reblog, send feedback, masterlist here!

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Morning Ice Skating

masterlist

pairing: regulus black x female reader

warnings: fluff, one kiss (a peck), reggie being a child

summary: during your yule break, you take regulus along with you to go ice skating

a/n: i timmy so much, i can't-

song: beautiful boy - john lennon

"Shut that bloody alarm," Regulus groans, reaching over you to stop the blaring sound.

He hits snooze and drifts back to sleep, his arm wrapped around you, and a warm thick blanket covering you both.

You lazily sit up and rub your eyes. You had planned to go ice skating today, so you wanted to get up to have the morning sun to enjoy.

As you go to move out of Regulus' grasp, he tightens his grip on your waist.

"Where are you going, my love?"

"To go ice skating," you say kissing his forehead.

"Why? Stay in bed and cuddle with me, I need affection," he whines like a child.

"You had plenty of affection last night," you grin as his face flushes.

"Hush," he says sitting up.

"I'm going to get ready now, you could stay in bed if you want... or you could come with me," you suggest.

"Nope, absolutely not. Do you not recall what happened the last time we went? I had the bruises on my legs for days," he rolls his eyes.

"Pfft, that's only because it was your first time. I'm sure you'll be much better this time. Can you come with me, please," you give him your puppy dog eyes. He gives in, only because he can't say no to you when you do that.

"Fine. But if I fall, I am coming straight back and going to sleep again... after I throw some snowballs at you," he huffs.

"Deal," you nod with a grin. You get out of bed and drag him along with you. The two of you change into warmer clothes and you put your hair back. You both brush your teeth and grab the new ice skates you bought for him and you.

You walk out towards the frozen lake. Because it's early and the sun is still rising, you guys are the only ones there. There is a light snowfall, making the scene around you even more beautiful. You always loved snow, when it was snowing you liked to think of the world as a snow globe.

"Okay, are you ready?" Regulus looks at you and hesitantly nods.

"Great, grab my hand and we will go slow"

"Hm, okay, please don't let go," he begs as he nervously steps onto the ice with you.

"I promise I won't," you reassured him.

"Now, bend your knees a bit- good, now with your right foot..." you go on to explain how to skate in simple steps to make it easier for him to understand.

He slowly gets the hang of it and loosens his death grip on your poor hand.

"I'm going to give you a little push, and see if you can do what I told you without falling. Is that okay?"

"Yeah- um- okay... I got this," he mumbles to himself, getting a laugh out of him.

"Yes, you do," you gently push on his back and he does as he was told. He keeps repeating his movements and is slowly going around the ice on his own.

"Fabulous job, darling!"

He looks up at you and sees your bright smile, a feeling of pride takes over him. As much as he didn't want to come, seeing as last time it ended horribly, he would do anything you asked him to. Seeing you smile at him like that made everything worth it.

You skate over to him and intertwine your fingers. You talk while you slowly ease him into going faster with you around the lake.

"By the way, I forgot to mention this morning, that if you keep buying stuffed animals for the bed, they are going be either shoved in the closet or you're going to sleep on the couch," you inform him with a smile.

Every time you go to your room there are more somehow. You don't even know where he gets them from. Now they take up about half the bed and a lot of space.

"I don't think so, you wouldn't kick me out of the room"

"Oh yes. I do think so, and indeed I would," you put your finger in his face, trying your best to keep a straight face.

He gives you a mhm look, and you shake your head. "Okay," you sigh, "no I wouldn't. But some of them are going in the closet!"

He turns to you and places his hand on your cheeks that are pink from the cold air nipping at your skin.

"I love you so, so much, sweetheart. You know that right?"

You relax your face into his hand and admire him, wondering how you got to love this angel.

"And I love you so, so much, as well"

"You sure? Even with all my stuffed animals?"

"Yup, even with all of you room-taking stuffed animals," you smile pecking his lips.

[fatuismooches]

I'M GIGGLING SO HARD LOOKIGN AT WHAT I CAUSED JUST BY SAYING YOU NEED TO WASH DOTTORE😭😭

But this also gave me a brainrot aboit bathing with harbingers

YES PANTALONE IS A RICH BASTARD and uses tons of skin and hair caring products. He enjoys being taken care of and will do the same in return, that's a fair exchange. Just wash his hair and listen to him complaining about his co-workers asking for budget raise for 10th time this month I think he's very stressed and tired by the end of the day, he might even doze off right in bath, since it's warm here and you gently stroke his hair (he looks cute-but wake him up please or he'll end up with sore neck)

Columbina gives me vibe of a person, who uses a lot of silly stuff, like bath bombs or salt. She's playful and will splash you, which will turn into a war with water being all over the floor (poor people who'll have to clean it up..). She's another one to possibly fall asleep in bathtub, so wake her up too. She also sings in shower

We should stop slandering only Dottore, bc Childe is also a type of person to give you a biiig hug, while covered in blood. But, well, he's easier to get to wash himself. Like Bina, he's also playful and will summon small water animals to entertain both of you (he will create a small narval and gently bup it on your nose... Before breaking it, so you'll have water over your face, bc you're so adorable when flushed!! You're allowed to splash him for this)

I think Sandrone forgets about bathing, drowned in her work and if you invite her, Sandrone will say she'll take a quick shower to return to her work. Please convince her to come with you, she needs rest. In bathtub, all of her thoughts are about unfinished projects :(

YEA STINKYTTORE IS SOMETHING ELSE 😭😭💀 AND OMG THANK YOU FOR THESE BRAINROTS💖💖💖

Hehe YES it's obvious Pantalone only uses the most exquisite, high-end products (have you seen his hair? absolutely LUSCIOUS) He probably made a deal with the company to have the stuff delivered to him regularly so he doesn't need to keep buying it lol, but YES he lovesss to pamper you but he also adores being pampered in return. But you gotta make sure you're a pro at it, don't tug or pull on his hair too roughly, be gentle when washing him, you know what I mean. Make sure to sympathize with him and be very soft as he complains to you about how that doctor is using up his funds with no progress. Make sure to give him lots of kisses when he decides the perfect napping place is laying on your chest in the middle of the big af bath tub 😭 (Also get him out of there because a sore Pantalone is a grumpy Pantalone) But he'd also be the kind of guy to be romantic as hell and put candles around the bath and have a book to read in there too :3

AND OMFGG 100% AGREE ON COLUMBINA SHE LOVES TO DO STUFF LIKE THAT. You two always try out new things to put in the bath, I feel like she's really one of those self-care people so your skin is gonna be ultra soft. Though she is extra silly and loves to set you up for literal ATTACKS by her (throw the rubber duckies at her pls) And yea she can fall asleep literally anywhere so try your best to get her out 😭 OMG the singing in the shower😭😭 I love her she definitely gets the best song ideas in there with you... it's brainstorm time

I HATE TO SAY IT BUT YOU'RE 100% RIGHT ON CHILDE...😭😭 Bro comes back after destroying multiple Hilichurl and Treasure Hoarder camps and is ready to hug you to death... baby i love u but CLEAN UP FIRST. But at least he actually loves the baths/the water in general so it's actually quite fun (you're just sad for the person who needs to wash his clothes 💀) He's actually so cute after a shower because his hair is all damp but then you get to see it fluff up back to life with that long ahoge 😭 He's also extra cuddly and won't let go of you <3

SANDRONE BABY NO... get her robots to turn against her. Don't let her leave until she's had a long, warm bath. Her mind will still probably drift to her robots and incomplete puppets... but give her a really good scrub and wash (she won't admit it but she feels way better after working nonstop) (she dives back right into working nonstop again though) Though i feel like she secretly likes to be pampered, lol she doesn't even walk by herself, her robot carries her. So though she doesn't express her gratitude much verbally she is thankful deep down.

[thenewausten]

Can you do Quackity with a girlfriend who collects dolls or figures? 😭🙏

Sure! Thanks for the request!

Quackity with a S/O who collects dolls HC's!

He'd be scared of it at first.... Like, of course he'd love it! But he'd very scared 😭 "Amor, what if they just kill you on your sleep? Or us?" The boy would ask you one day and you'd laugh. "Alex, they're dolls. Are you really scared?!" He nods, very ashamed of it. "Unbelievable." You laugh, kissing his face. "Just be good at them and they won't kill you, okay?"

The first times he slept on your apartment, you for sure were the big spoon, protecting him of his fear.

Imagine pranking him???? kdbdjakdnjd You'd put a doll by his side on bed, he'd wake up and see it there, he'd scream so much, dude... Poor boy. You'd laugh so hard, tho. "I'm sorry, baby. I had to!" You say to him as he ignores you. "I almost died, Y/N." He says and you laugh, grabbing his chin and kissing his lips. "I'm sorryyy, please, 'Lex." You kiss him again and he sighs. "Fine, but don't do it again." He asks and you nod. "I won't, my baby."

Of course with the time he'd start liking your collection, even buying you new dolls or clothes for them <3

He'd help you clean them!!!!

You'd give him a doll so he'd put in his apartment and he'd accept with reluctance. "Are you scared of her, 'Lex?" You ask him as he looks to your face. "Me?! No, of course I'm not." You laugh.

He'd put the doll you gave him on his closet and even smile to it when he sees it just because it was a gift from you 😭

Listen, he'd be jealous of the dolls sometimes when you were just looking at your collection with shiny eyes instead of being on the sofa with him. "I'm waiting for you, baby." He'd hug you from behind. "Yeah, I'm coming." You'd fix the dress of one doll and he'd roll his eyes. "Y/N, c'mon." You hear the irritation in his voice and turn around to look at him. "What's wrong, Alex?"

"Stop giving attention to these dolls and give it to me!" He says and you look at his eyes. "Really? I can't believe you're jealous." You say and he shrugs. "Well, my girlfriend loves more these dolls than me." You roll your eyes with his drama, approaching him. "Stop, okay? I love you just like I love my dolls." You put your hands on his neck and he looks away. "Just like?!" You laugh and kiss his face. "I'm kidding, baby. Of course I love you so much more!" You kiss him and he smiles to you. "Let's go to the sofa, then." You nod with a smile on your face, following your boyfriend to the sofa so you both can cuddle and watch movies together <3

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

Requests are open!

[hotelparanoia]

Miguel O’hara

Miguel O'hara

18+ pls!

a mix of thoughts I have of Miguel. or headcanons?

mentions: sex, oral, claws, marking, kinks. (if i missed anything sorry let me know!) 

ps. i use you, and try to avoid anything gender specific :) there’s maybe two things targeted towards a specific gender… but it’s for all of you and i’d hate to leave anyone out.

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I know this man goes feral during sex.

He leaves claw marks on the bed frames, even if its cloth it's been shredded, wooden frames just have thousands of claw marks. You can't own pillows with feathers anymore because of him.

Many many people have said this but this man is so touch starved, and he def got some kinks. Breeding is one for sure, and marking as well.

You're four poster bedframe, was suddenly turned into just a normal bedframe after you two, mostly him, broke the poles.

I imagine Twilight, the honey moon scene, where they wreck the shit out of the bed.  You two are always stuck buying new pillows, and trying to come up with crafty at home ways to fix the bed.

The legs on the couch are snapped off, and you've hidden the claw marks with pillows incase guests come over.

You guys cannot in any form have sex on an air mattress, Miguel digs his claws into it and you end up deflating it faster from his thrusts.

He definitely has a lot of stamina, and thanks to that, quickies don't exist. Quickies turn into hours of being railed up against the wall in the bathroom of someone else's house.

He doesn't care if his PDA is too much, if anyone points it out he gets hella annoyed. You're his and he wants everyone to know.

He loves to tease oh my god, you'll be out at dinner and sitting at a table and he will stick his hand in your pants, he does not care. But you do, he just lets his animalistic side take over, a lot.

The breeding kink?? This man will fill you, and pump it in with his dick or his thick fingers. This man is so obsessive. Seeing him bulge through your stomach sets him off!!!

He marks you hardcore, even if it's in view or not. Your chest will definitely be covered in puncture wounds from his fangs, and love bites all over. Which always results in you swimming with shorts and a tank top, because those love bites scatter your thighs. He has no shame!! And I know this man is PACKING.

He's thick and at most 10 inches, even you don't know how he hides it in his suit.

He's a whimperer, but only for you of course. When he's close and losing control he'll press your bodies together in a mating press, and  he'll whimper in your ears, and won't even pull out.

His back, oh his poor back is covered in scratches from you digging your nails into his back, which he doesn't mind letting it be revealed when he wears his tight tank tops, and swimming trunks.

Oh and he can eat. You don't give him enough attention, suddenly his head is in between your legs and your overstimulated but oh boy he loves to overstimulate you whew this man

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i need put in a padded room for writing this me thinks

also me posting this on my alt tumblr bc i have too many close friends following me on my main im afraid they’ll question me

i've never written anything like this, Miguel has me down bad swear. I may post more things like this, I'm not sure but thanks for reading <3

[vergess]

So a friend reblogging this interview tips post, which is a perfectly fine post with advice that is useful or whatever.

But I desperately need hiring managers to stop acting like the livelihood and continued survival of their interviewees is "playing the game." It's not a game; it has never been a game. It's people's survival. Our lives.

I understand that to management it's about showing team spirit. But to everyone else, management just said that I need to buy new clothes if I even want to be considered a meritorious applicant, regardless of my skills, experience and attitude.

Because every single thing I own is "ratty." That is to say, it is worn out, thread bared, and has stains/rips embroidered over. That's what being a poor person looks like.

"Oh just spend $20 on a shirt and pants."

I'm also fat. Button down shirts that won't be an Obscenity charge are $40. Pants are $60. I have 37 dollars to my name and I still have to buy medicine and shelter.

And remember: this expense is for the lottery chance that I may get hired. It is NOT an expectation presented AFTER an offer.

I get to pay for new clothes for russian roulette.

I should spend everything I have and more to buy one outfit for interviews and really, really hope that this time I get the job. Even though interviews are notoriously biased against fat people, POC, queer people, and women.

Management also just said I need to prove that I know about the company atmosphere from personal, unpaid, off the clock research above and beyond the application and interview process.

That I should self teach, BEFORE so much as an offer is made.

Meanwhile literally hundreds of my applications are thrown away on a weekly basis (I do about 15 applications a day most week days, and have been for multiple years now). The reasons for this are varied. Sometimes its because my name sounds too ethnic (I've had so many interviewers compliment me for not being Black which they thought based on my name). Sometimes they think I'm over qualified for every single job within 55 miles of me, as though having a college degree means I can photosynthesize instead of needing a home.

Often it's simply because companies lie all the time about whether they are actually hiring, posting dozens of fake job listings. That way they can tell their overworked and underpaid staff, "Oh, the reason you have 3 doubles a week is because of all those lazy unemployed assholes that don't want to work."

The fact that there is a "game" where the loser may become homeless or dead at all is deranged. The fact that the losing players all have to smile, and cheer, and cooingly tell the winners what a Good, Good Job they did is significantly more disgusting.

And let me be clear: the OP of that post is a hiring manager. That shit about "ratty clothes" is entirely under the hiring manager's opinion. There's no way to know what a given hiring manager thinks of your clothes, though if you're visibly poor, fat, or nonwhite chances are they would think you look unkempt in a full 3 piece suit with garters.

That shit about "show me you did independent unpaid labour to prove your loyalty to a company that isn't even hiring you yet" is ALSO under the manager's absolute judgment. You have NO way of knowing what stupid tidbits of information are the "right" ones to recite. You could memorize every piece of information that company has ever published and you STILL would not know which trivia is the Right Answer.

Same with the "ask me a question" shit.

There is no right answer. Interviews don't check for skills, abilities, experience, or even team cohesion.

They are vibe checks. They exist to give hiring managers a way to disqualify IMMENSELY qualified candidates over their own unexamined bigotries.

And btw? We have the science to prove it. It's called "implicit bias."

If you have an accent, are fat, aren't white, are visibly disabled or queer in any way, etc? Your inability to get a job is not because you "didn't play the game."

It's because the "game" was rigged to fuck you over from the start.

[brittlecakes92]

What happens if I roast the main 6 Lin kuei boys before the cyber initiative

Ohhhh the fun I had with this one...

Kuai Liang - His face speaks for itself, truly. Annoyed with your shit. - "Kuai... How you going to have half your titties on display while covering your nips? It's okay Miyagi son, take your time with the answer." - " Wax on, wax off? More like take those shoes off my guy. You look like you are wearing some curb steppers from the yee olden times." - When you feel you've crossed the line you tell him you are just messing with him... before telling him his attitude is colder then any attack his ass can manage. (Not going to lie, it was hard to try to seriously drag this sweet angel. The rest of them... not so much. Lol)

Bi Han - He can't decide if he is amused, or if he wants to freeze your mouth shut. - "God damn pasty, have you ever heard of the sun... are you allergic, because looking at you hurts my eyes." - "How you going to buy your tight ass clothes from the children's section of Ninjas-R-Us and your accessories from hot topic? Make it make sense." - "Are your eyes okay? Oh, good, because looking at your outfit is killing mine." - You can't tell me he didn't buy his tight ass clothes from the children's section... - He thinks it best to freeze your whole mouth shut at this point.

Smoke - Poor boy never stood a chance. -" Oh hey Crow, didn't know you were back for some vengence." - I'm so EdGy... the only thing darker the my mood is my soul." - "2010 called, they want their fucking hair style back." -I could go on with the poor emo roasts you would do to him. -The worse is all the music.. He is just pure confusion. - He really doesn't know how to take it. He even asks Kuai if this is normal behavior.

Sektor - Be prepared for him to be the pissiest of all. -Boy can't take the roast.. He would go to his room to cry, truly. '"If the arch on your brows got any sharper, I could do division questions on them." "When did the pencil thin douche staches come back? Oh wait... You've never left that phase? Makes sense." -" Must be so hard for you... being a biggity bitch." "It's cute how bad you want to be a pyromancer, last time I checked Tunda and Sub zero didn't have to have the help of a toy.." - I can see when it hits the point of being enough he will slam his fist on the table or whatever surface. (Never to hurt you or intimidate you, but to let you know you've done your job.) - You definitely like to humor him, keep his ego in check. - It pisses him off, but he likes that you have the balls to go toe to toe with him and not back down regardless of what looks are thrown your way.

Cyrax - Prepare for the worst side eyes of you life. -"Jesus did you save any yellow for the rest of the Lin Kuei?" -" Stop? Nah, you're outfit screams to procced with caution." - "Glad to see you matched your beads with the rest of your outfit. It's cute, does your underwear match too?" - He wants to gag your mouth, truly. - The worst is when Bi- Han and Sektor start in on his color of choice. - He's contemplated new color options.

Hydro.. (Sorry I tried finding a photo) -" Hey, it's the knock off Sub zero brother." - "Does it kill you that the only way you can get any girl wet is if you use your powers?" - He usually squirts you with water before exiting the room. - He truly doesn't have time for your mess at all. - He is a steeled Lin Kuei warrior, the only water that will leave his body won't be from his eyes. Yeah.. Hydros might have been the second worst on the roast, his honestly is a little harder! BUT I hope you enjoy it! (:

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Ruggie Bucchi Lab Coat Personal Story: Part 1

"I went through a ton!"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Savanaclaw Dorm – Leona's Room]

Ruggie: C'mon, Leona-san. I told ya again 'n again to please put your clothes in the basket 'stead of just tossin' 'em everywhere!

Ruggie: When you leave things on the floor, the vacuum's gonna try 'n suck it up, see?

Leona: Sigh… I got it, already. Don't screech so much, Ruggie.

Ruggie: I'm tellin' ya, 'cause ya don't "got it"～ Geez, try puttin' yourself in my shoes sometimes.

Ruggie: Maan, you got wrinkles in this 'spensive lookin' cloth. Poor thing～

Ruggie: Ah! There's some over here, too! Isn't this what you wore yesterday?

Ruggie: I'm just askin' ya to put the stuff you take off in one place 'stead of all over! …Hey, huh? A PE uniform…?

Ruggie: Hey, Leona-san. You got a rip in your PE uniform the other day durin' a Magift match and threw it away, didn'tcha?

Leona: Hah? …Yeah, guess something like that happened.

Ruggie: Unlike me, you got a spare PE uniform, so it wasn't an issue or nothin'…

Ruggie: But until your new one gets here, ya only got one extra set, so I'm pretty sure I told ya these need washed.

Ruggie: So then why're these still dirty 'n on the floor!?

Ruggie: Leona-san, you got flight class tomorrow, right? What were you plannin' on wearin'?

Leona: So annoying, already… Just gotta wash those and I can wear them.

Ruggie: …Just for the record, who did you think would wash 'em?

Leona: You.

Ruggie: Siiiiigh… But whatever, I'm used to this now, so it's fine.

Ruggie: Oh but, it's almost evenin', I gotta hurry, or they might dry 'fore tomorrow.

Ruggie: Leona-san, I'll wash whatever else you got, so if there's anything need washed, put 'em out for me.

Leona: Yeah, sure.

Ruggie: You okay if I wash 'em together with my stuff?

Leona: …

Ruggie: Aaand, he's sleepin'. Fine, fine, I'll just do whatever～

Ruggie: And, there we go! Whew～ …It's actually pretty heavy when it's a two-man load of clothes.

Ruggie: Ooookay. Where's the detergent…

Ruggie: …Huh, it's empty?

Ruggie: Oh yeah, now I remember, I used up the last bit of detergent the last time I did laundry. Heeey, Leona-san!

Leona: Mm… Grrrr…

Ruggie: …Yeaaah, it'll be more of a pain for me later if I wake ya up now, huh…

Ruggie: …Guess I gotta go to the Mystery Shop… I'll just have Leona-san pay me back.

[Mister S's Mystery Shop]

Sam: Welcome to Mr. S's Mystery Shop.

Sam: Oh, you're wearing your white lab coat, did you run out of something during an experiment?

Sam: If you need things for chemistry, it's on the far back shelf. Potionology ingredients are beside that. And for alchemy…

Ruggie: Wait, no, I'm just wearin' my lab coat to do laundry, so I'm good. 'Cause see, if I got my dorm uniform dirty, it'd cost a ton to clean it, right?

Ruggie: Sooo, what I'm lookin' for is your detergent. Y'know, the stuff I always buy; the real nice smellin', expensive one.

Ruggie: I don't see 'em where ya usually got 'em stocked. Rather, it's like they're all gone…?

Trey: Sorry, Ruggie, I bought the last one this morning.

Ruggie: Ehhh～! That puts me in a pinch, Trey-san!

Ruggie: I gotta wash Leona-san's PE uniform before tomorrow.

Trey: Yeah, that's my bad.

Ruggie: You don't sound like it at all. Maybe I'll borrow some from Jack… Sigh…

Ruggie: But still, that's weird. Usually, there's way too much in stock for 'em to all disappear like that…

Trey: It's probably because all of the others in my dorm bought them all…

Ruggie: Eh?

Trey: Oh, it's nothing.

Trey: Well, what about if you use some of my detergent? I can let you borrow enough for one load.

Ruggie: Yoo～ You sure～?

Trey: Yeah. Only, before I go and grab the detergent for you, there's a place I want to swing by…

Ruggie: Sure, that's fine enough.

Ruggie: Ah, but can ya do it 'fore it gets dark? I really need all my laundry to be dry by tomorrow.

Trey: Don't worry, it won't take that long.

Trey: Probably.

Ruggie: Mmkay. Then, let's hurry 'n go get done what ya need to then, Trey-san.

Ruggie: …Lucky me～ I got to save one laundry load's worth of money… Shishishi ♪

Ruggie: Oh yeah, so what were you buyin' here? Weren't you here this mornin', too?

Trey: Yeah… It's just, we ran out of paint.

Ruggie: Paint…?

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by kunoichi101.

[illussy]

Hello! Can I request La squadra (separately) with an S/o coming back from a mission early and seeing that their partner isn't back yet so they decide to sneak in and wear their clothes out of curiosity or comort. And they come back to see their S/o wearing something of theirs in the open. Just some cute fluff stuff if that's okay 😋

a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long D: i misunderstood this request at first and i thought it was about LS using the clothes of their partner and then getting caught dfjdfjkj i had to do it all over again damn djfdjf but i had so much fun doing this!!!! thank you for requesting n.n i'm sorry if i got too carried away with the spicy hehe

as always♡ feel free to request something else if this is not of your likings!!

Warnings: afab reader, sliiight nsfw and sexual connotations, and i think that's all??

Risotto

Not exactly surprised. He already knew that sometime in the future you would be either asking him directly or rummaging secretly into his wardrobe to steal a particular garment.

Either if you did it out of curiosity or to feel him closer, it doesn't really matter. It was really cute to see you struggling with the belts and complex patterns.

Walking near you, he grabbed you from behind, cold hands on your exposed waist, to look at you in the mirror. Retouching the strips of the jacket so it could cover more of your chest cavity, you felt him pressing into your back as his hands started roaming your body.

"Keep it. Black looks so much better on you~"

Biting his lower lip, Risotto gave you a kiss on the top of your head before pulling apart and heading off the room, leaving you dumbfounded and blushing.

Prosciutto

"I- uh… thought you were in the shower.."

Flustered and heavily blushing from seeing you in nothing but undergarments and his jacket suit, Prosciutto hesitates between going in or closing the door to give you privacy.

Won't admit the effect it provoked on him just from seeing you like that, he's keeping a stern face the whole day. He just…never knew you could look so hot in his working attire.

After confessing it's something you've been used to doing very often when he's not home, gets kinda mad and lectures you about how wrong it is to root around in someone else's stuff.

Offers to buy you a matching set similar to his for your size so you two could match and you also won't have to go through his wardrobe (without permission) again.

Definitely ask you to use that outfit more often, especially when you're going out for dinner or having a special night in your shared bedroom.

Pesci

Stuttering, he tried to form a coherent sentence without looking directly at your body, but just couldn't help the way his jumpsuit hugged your attributes so well.

If you make a scene of taking it off infront of him, he'll quickly step in to stop you, but won't make any physical moves to do so.

If you decide to make a show out of it and model a little bit, however, he'll be stiff with a red face the whole time. Don't get him wrong, he's really enjoying it, it just makes him so nervous to see you like that. If he does get over the embarrassment, occasional comments about your new look will be heard from him.

In the next few days you'll notice that Pesci is leaving more of his similar outfits at your reach if you wish to try them on too. Don't forget to show him though!!

Illuso

Every time you asked to try on one of his outfits he always denied you. He is so picky about his own stuff and wants nobody touching on them. Not because you could ruin them or something, he knows you'd take care of it, Illuso's just really vain about it.

However, as soon as he sees you with his usual set, he's melting. You look so hot in it he gets kinda jealous at the mere thought of you stealing the spotlight in HIS outfit.

Won't explicitly say you look better in it, but will make a few comments from time to time. Poor guy he's just having cognitive dissonance he doesn't even know how to properly react.

Takes it off of you slowly with a smug smirk on his face the whole time, remarking that you'd look hotter without it. Whether you believe this or not it's up to you, yet you can be sure that he's gonna make you have a great time if you let him.

Formaggio

Whistling and howling like a dog in heat.

"Fuck babe have your tits ever looked so fine like this?"

Complimenting every single part of your body like he's seeing it for the first time. Man is going completely feral.

Most probably has a noticeable bulge and is not even ashamed about it. If you make a comment regarding it, he'd just blush and smirk, stating it's not his fault you're just so hot.

Wants to try on your clothes too so you two could be matching like a cliché couple, and also suggests taking pictures of it, even though it's more of Maggi touching and grabbing everything he can reach than actually taking a good selfie.

Won't be able to concentrate for the rest of the day and if the capo reprimands him for that, he'll blame it on you. God forbids him if you decide to do it on a busy day, as much as he tries, probably won't get over the chastising he'll receive.

Sets a day in the month to make an outfit swap so you two could make your everyday life with the clothes of your partner. He insists on changing undergarments too no matter how much you could refuse.

Melone

"Oh?"

Smirking the whole time. Does double takes between your chest and your eyes and is not subtle about it at all.

Caress your waist and let his hands roam all over your thighs and hips. Tries to be smug and steady about it but upon close you notice he's slightly shaking, as if trying to hold back the excitement.

He'll try to initiate something by giving you bedroom eyes, so you might have to stop him before he gets the wrong idea. He'll be pouty but can be satisfied with just a kiss.

Suggest the idea to dance while dressed the same, you get to choose the song and rhythm. He says he really wants to have an intimate moment as a couple but also really wants to see your body moving in the tight outfit.

Whatever you choose to do, Melone is happy with simply having you by his side, and he also will get over it, but the image of your features will be engraved on his mind for quite a long time.

(Truly thinks going out in a matching outfit it's so romantic nonetheless).

Ghiaccio

His brain malfunctions and he's paralyzed with eyes wide open as if you just went nuts and he got to witness that moment.

Realizes he's staring after a few seconds and gets so embarrassed but also can't hold back the gaze because holy shit those pants look so good on you.

Tries to mask all that horniness with anger, returning his face into his usual scowl and starts yelling about how you're there meddling with things that aren't yours when you could potentially break something, damage it or mess it up, but you notice he's kinda struggling to complete a full phrase without stuttering or faltering or just keeps silent for a little bit to gulp. It's almost awkward to see.

If you tease him he'll gonna deny it into oblivion and state that you're being dumb and don't know what you're talking about, and it's also stupid to dress up as your partner.

Rambles about not having time for your silly games and has more important things to do than to watch you get dressed, but then doesn't leave the room at all and acts like he's suddenly reorganizing the closet, occasionally looking at your way.

You'd either have to leave the place first or play along long enough for him to finally break.

Sorbet and Gelato

Sorbet has a habit of knocking before entering so it's most likely he wouldn't find you in a compromised position, yet if he really has to go in, he'll probably enter right away without much warning but leaves really quick.

In this case though, he does a double take with brows furrowed 'cause he's not sure he's seeing it right. Once getting enough confirmation, he just simply nods with a reversed smile as an approbation. Sorbet really doesn't think much of it. It'd be different however, if you insisted on him to stay with you a little longer.

Gelato pretty much enjoys invading other people's privacy, not because he enjoys watching them, he just likes to catch them on awkward moments so he can laugh to himself later on. And you're most likely not an exception.

As soon as he sees you with his jacket on, a mischievous smirk appears on his face, as he closes the door behind and gets closer to you. If the sounds are loud enough, it'll get Sorbet to come in to see what's going on and hopefully join.

If they both caught you together… oh boy…you can be certain that you're not getting out of that room for the whole day or at least until you learn your little "punishment" they insist you deserve. Not that you would complain much about it either;)

[kimbap-r0ll]

Excuse me, can I get headcanons about the Heartslabyul quintet (Ace, Deuce, Trey, Cater and Riddle) going to the reader's world (which is real-life Earth), please? I would like to see them explore the cities (such as New York City, Los Angeles and Chicago), taste the cuisines (including the ones they had never tried before), buying souvenirs, etc. (P.S.: I'm going to do the same request but with the other TWST boys)

I'm going to guess this is all from the same person because my inbox got flooded overnight but these somehow aligned nicely next to each other. I don't really want to reuse the same scenario for about 21 characters so I'm just going to bunch them into one. I hope you understand

TWST characters visit your world instead

To start off, we should celebrate that you can go back to your world now and it's totally okay for you to come visit every so often to Twisted Wonderland! You decide to take this moment and let people visit you where you live and maybe some other places in your world

The twst characters definitely use their ability to go anywhere with magic to their advantage. I feel like a lot of them will choose places depending on where they find comfort in, since big cities might not be a favorite place for some

I definitely feel like Idia and Ortho would want to visit Tokyo, mainly for the video games and manga there is. If they wanted to see webtoons or different kinds of video games similar to League of Legends for example, they might want to go to Seoul

Meanwhile for Pomefiore, I feel like a lot of them would like Milan or Paris. It's really up to them to decide if they want to go French or Italian, but with the way Rook talks you have to expect them to go to Paris first. They do like the kinds of clothes there too

Heartslabyul is sort of all over the place. They probably fought over where to go first before deciding on hopping from place to place every week haha. They do visit major cities like New York City but also smaller cities like Bonn.

Savanaclaw is also a group that's all over the place not really because they want to visit everywhere but because Leona doesn't feel like traveling. They also have the issue of sticking out with their animal ears/tails, so they probably opt for a major city if they want to visit an urban area. It's mainly because there's so many people they won't stick out too badly.

Scarabia is a bit more relaxed in terms of where they want to go. I do feel like they might want to visit places that feel similar to Scalding Sands and might enjoy places like Rabat, maybe even Abu Dhabi, or Istanbul

Diasomnia, similar to Savanaclaw, has the issue of sticking out because of Malleus's horns. However, they do like older looking European cities, and Prague happens to have a lot of architecture that feels similar to what they're used to. They may visit there before exploring different places like Chicago

The overall take for them is that the your world feels a lot more fast-paced, especially in the cities. For example, Tokyo and Seoul have the most crowded subways in the morning and at night when people are commuting. Poor Idia thought he lost Ortho at another station

They like the food that your world has! Heartslabyul tried everything and something that they grew fond of was, for some reason, tater tots. It might be the shape, but it might also be how simple of a dish it is

The kinds of people you can meet also is a highlight for them. Malleus tried to talk to as many people as he could, but sometimes there were some strange stares at him because of his horns. Sebek tried to stop them from staring but sometimes got them more attention ;-;

The twst characters also don't want to limit visiting certain cities only in a few countries, so they basically get jet-lag (teleportation lag?) a lot due to the timezone shifts between a lot of their destinations (Savanaclaw going from Toronto to Singapore wasn't the best in terms of time zones)

Something they should all do however is visit a Disneyland/world. They will be pleasantly surprised especially if they go during their Halloween events

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Peter and Martin argueing over who is whose sugar daddy, both convinced the other is the sugar baby, happily twisting definitions to be right. Ideally this takes place while naked or in bed, though they do not need to acknowledge this in any way

I am just... obsessed with the idea of the sugar daddy and sugar baby dynamic between them because they're both just the worst about it.

Warning: idiots in bed

On with the fic!

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"Look at this." Peter frowned, holding up a sock. "Ugly, boring, not fit enough to be used as a sock puppet!"

"It's my sock, you silly man." Martin snatched it from him, tossing it over his shoulder. "It does its job of covering my feet, and really now, that should be the last thing on your mind. Don't ruin the afterglow."

"No, I'm gonna ruin it!" Peter kicked his feet, probably doing so to be a brat about things. "It was right next to my head the whole time we were goin' at it, and I just... come on! Wear something with color! White and gray? Nah! I'm buyin' you some new shit, totally in cool colors and styles."

He grabbed his phone. "Hell, let's do it now. While I'm at it, let's get you some better clothes."

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Martin frowned, sitting up. He could see his plaid button up hanging from a mounted jackalope skull Peter had on the wall of his bedroom, must have snagged an antler when it got tossed aside. "And stop buying me things, I do have money."

"Look, big guy, the mountain man thing can be hot, but you need a more fittin' style for this place. You stand out like a sore thumb, and that's sayin' somethin'." Peter said as he tapped away at his phone. "And I'm gonna do whatever I want with my money, I'm richer than you."

"I have money."

"And so do I. 'sides, I'm totally your sugar daddy." Peter snorted, then stopped. "No, wait, sugar baby, yeah? I mean, look at you, you're totally a dilf." He winked.

Martin rolled his eyes. "I don't know what that is."

"Dad I'd Like to Fu-"

"Which you've clearly done." Martin gestured to their current location and state of undress, which got Peter cackling. "And if you're a sugar baby, that means I'm the one who pays for things."

"Nuh-uh! A sugar baby is the younger in the relationship, and I've got the money!"

"Just because I was locked away for twenty years does not mean I don't know my terminology, Peter. I am very aware that a sugar baby can be older than the daddy."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Yeah-huh, you little punk. Considering you are insistent on paying for everything, I am, technically, the sugar baby in this relationship."

Peter sat up, huffing. "Please, baby is the last thing anyone is gonna call you."

"You call me that when you're drunk and needy."

"Details, details!" Peter waved a hand about, looking embarrassed. "Fine, if you are so insistent on being the daddy, you pay for things for me."

"You won't let me!"

The actor moved to sit on Martin's lap. "Cause you don't know shit about the modern world, it's so much easier for me to navigate the internet than you."

"I know how to shop in a physical store." Martin, once more, rolled his eyes. "You're just too lazy to venture outside."

"Vegas' sun is dangerous to my poor, British skin, I'll burn in just a matter of minutes."

"Remind me why I'm living with you again?"

"Cause you like me, daddy~!" Peter winked, his grin was of the shit-eating variety. Martin shoved him off his lap.

There was a shout of protest and flailing limbs, Martin snorted. "Again, technically, I'm the sugar baby. Unless if you want me to be your sugar daddy." He growled, smirking, as he moved to crawl over Peter.

"I could pay for things, from my secret accounts of saved up rich doctor's money, and all the stuff I've had set aside my associates for a second life. You'd look so good in new clothes and jewelry bought by a man with dirty money, eh?"

Peter stared at him with wide, bright eyes. "Uhhh... I'd totally let you be the sugar daddy if you keep talkin' like that, big guy."

"That's what I thought." And he leaned in to ravish Peter's mouth, winning the argument before Peter could find some other reason to get his definitions messed up.

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I am still under the impression that Peter thinks the labels are age-based, and not who actually has the money.

It was weird to write a character calling another 'daddy', not gonna lie, but it seems like something Peter would do, haha.

[longbobmckenzie]

rc has dr about every two weeks – not to mention shopping days & tea days every so often in between – so I see no need for them to lower prices in the store, when they’re already soooo generous. best way to support them is just to play, save up diamonds in between dr’s (but spend them when you can/want to esp during an update!), and buy then during dr buy some tea. 😊

Hi anon! I both agree and disagree at the same time. Yes, the diamond rush events are frequent and incredibly generous and it's a great way to play the game when you're gem poor. I actually have quite a few diamonds as it is (I started the most recent update with over 6k and spent about 4k...), primarily from ads and daily rewards (I've been playing 3 years so I get 10/day).

I'm definitely happy to buy tea during DRs and in the first few days after an update releases because I can't wait to play all the stories.

however...

I would be happy to support them further by buying gems, if the prices were lower. As I said, I've been playing for 3 years now, and as far as I can remember, the diamond prices in the store have stayed the same (other than adding bigger packages) throughout - they're for sure the same as they were 1.5 years ago, probably before that, too.

But the cost of gem scenes in the newer stories has gone up, which reduces the value of the gems you're purchasing. You could spend $130 (Canadian) on 1500 gems and that won't even cover a single story (you couldn't even buy all the outfits in LSE for that...). That's insane!

Now, as you mentioned, they're generous with DRs and ads, so what exactly is the incentive for anyone to even buy gems?? Unless they're new and don't know about diamond rush events and haven't farmed enough from ads yet.

I'm guessing their main source of revenue is from ads (and, of course, people buying tea, which actually is worth it even though prices have gone up on multiple occasions). But I think Romance Club is a great app, and it's one I'd be happy to open my wallet for more often. I'm just not incentivized to purchase gems when I know I can play diamond rushes or watch ads.

At this point I've also played every story on the app, so I don't even play DRs that often unless I'm replaying something for a different LI or if I want to buy clothes, so there's less incentive for me to buy tea as I can just use the free tea during the DR and save what I didn't finish until the next event.

Even if they had sales on their gems, I'd probably consider buying them. I do have time to watch a lot of ads as I work from home (not everyone does!), but I'd probably still buy some here and there and then spend more on outfits.

[canirove]

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Having to stay home with nothing to do and with a useless hand, sucks. I'm up to date with all my tv shows and have read all the unfinished books I had, which means that I need something new. Lucky me, all the fashion magazines just came out, so a quick trip to the shop won't do me any harm. Or that's what I thought.

"Look who is up and running" Birgit says behind me.

"Hello, Birgit" I say, not turning to look at her.

"How are you feeling? Is your hand still looking disgusting?"

"It's getting there" I say, lifting it and letting her see my blisters.

"Eww. Poor Benjamin. Have you given him a handjob with that?"

"Excuse me?" I say, finally turning around to look at her.

"It must feel so... Rough. I hope you are good with your left hand too. Or at whatever else it is you do. A man like him deserves it."

"Don't you have anywhere else to be? Like maybe buying new self tan? You have some missing patches on your legs" I say, pointing at them.

"I honestly don't know what they see in you."

"I could say the same about you."

"You are so pathetic" she says, taking a step closer to me. "You think you are above everyone else because you worked in Paris, but look at you. You are just a waitress."

"I actually am a pub owner and a waitress."

"Both are as pathetic."

"Yeah, because what you do is much better, isn't it? Wait, what is it that you do? Oh, yeah, nothing. You just follow Declan around and waste his money on ugly clothes."

"How dare you!" she says raising her voice and catching the attention of other costumers. "I already warned you once, but I'll do it again. And this is the last time. Stay away from Declan. He is mine."

"He is a person, not a tacky bag. You can own him."

"Watch me!" she says, doing a quick flip as she leaves and almost hitting me on the face with her hair.

"Bitch" I say under my breath.

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"Look who is here. England's best midfielder!"

"Hello" Declan says to the guys who just called after him.

"Why don't you have a drink with us?" one of them asks.

"Maybe later."

"We'll be waiting for you!"

"Hello" he says when he meets me at the counter.

"Hi."

"Shouldn't you be resting your hand?"

"It has rested enough, and Lily needed help."

"Do you mind if we go somewhere to talk?"

"Talk?" I say, finally lifting my eyes from the papers I was checking and looking at him.

"It's important" he says. And judging by how serious he looks, it must be.

"Ok. Let's go to the office."

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"What did you want to talk about?"

"Your encounter with Birgit earlier today" he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "I thought you had moved on from being a bitch to her."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. She arrived home crying, saying that you had called her a whore in front of everyone at the shop."

"I did not do that."

"She said everyone was looking at her and whispering when she left."

"That may be because it was us talking, which on its own is big gossip. But maybe it was because just before she left, she was yelling at me?" I say, also crossing my arms.

"Because you called a whore. Said that she was with me only because of my money."

"Fucking liar! She has twisted everything!"

"Has she?" Declan says, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, she has."

"Didn't you make fun of her body? Again?"

"I just told her that she needed to retouch her tan."

"With those exact words?"

"Fine, no. Not with those exact words. And I regret talking about her body the other day, I shouldn’t have said it."

"Thank you for admitting it."

"But I didn't call her a whore. That's a lie. And she was the one who started it all, not me!"

"How? She said she was just buying some magazines when you started mocking her."

"Oh my God!" I say, lifting my arms in the air. "That was what she did to me! I was buying some magazines, and she came to me, asking about my hand and then saying that it looked disgusting."

"Birgit?"

"Yes, Birgit. She kept making ugly faces while looking at my hand, and then she..."

"She what?"

"Nothing. It doesn't matter. You won't believe me, so" I shrug. "Looks like dating a brainless Barbie has also turned you into a brainless Ken."

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Oh, c'mon!" he says. "You want me to believe you when you are saying those things? Being mean for no reason?"

"For no reason? Declan, she's manipulating you, using you! But for God knows what reason, you can't see it."

"You know what I can see? That the girl I almost married 10 years ago is gone. Or that maybe she didn't exist, and that this is the real you. The mean and selfish girl who only cares about herself, and doesn't give a shit about the people around her, if she hurts them or not, as long as she gets what she wants."

"Fuck you, Declan!" I shout, the people at the pub definitely hearing me. "Get out of my business, I don't want to see you here ever again!"

"Are you forbidden me the entrance or something?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm doing."

"Fine!" he says, opening the door and shutting it down with enough strength to leave it shaking.

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"Dom, I'm leaving."

"Where?"

"Out. I need to do something with this anger."

"Please don't go to Declan's house. You already made a scene today, we don't need another one."

"I'm not going there, I'm not an idiot."

"Then where are you going?"

"To see if Claire's theory actually works."

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"That was... Wow."

"I know" I say, getting in bed next to Benjamin after refreshing myself.

"But are you sure you were out of practice? Because it didn't feel like it. At all."

"I was. I promise."

"Wow" he laughs.

"You already said that" I say, playing with his earring.

"It's the only word that can describe it."

"Where did you get this?"

"Uh?" he says, turning to look at me.

"This earring, the one with the cross. I really like it."

"On a trip to NY. I actually have another pair, you can have them."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Are we gonna have matching earrings?" I chuckle.

"Why not? They would look so cute on those tiny ears of yours."

“They aren’t tiny.”

"They are. Tiny and very edible" he says, biting my earlobe.

"Benjamin!" I say, laughing.

"You taste really good. So good…" he says, now kissing my neck. "Ready for round two?"

"Ready."