#i might make more little doodles of him in that shirt or whatever

[crocchompers]

IM SO BORED RAHHH

[glitterinmyveinss]

Hey er ive never done requests before and I don’t really know how to work tumblr at all so I hope I’m doing this right but anyways I saw your post about wanting someone to request Reese Wilkerson stuff and I just wanted to ask if you could make a post just for headcannons about him? I haven’t seen too many on here and I need them so bad 😭

ofc i can! tysm for requesting and ik a lot of other people sent requests for reese too n i'll get to them soon it's just i have an irl crush rn so the delusions aren't really delusioning apologies <3

Reese Wilkerson Hc's

ok i noticed that in the halloween episode in season 7 i believe he's wearing a misfits shirt !! so i think he would like punk, grunge, pop punk, and nu metal. like misfits, descendants, nirvana, limp bizkit, blink 182, sum 41, sublime, beastie boys, really anything punk related

definitely watches wwe and if you're over you're watching it too

he loves watching his favorite scary movies w you and he loves how you like them too!

if you don't like scary movies he dosent mind either bc that just means you'll be hiding in his arms the whole time so he wins either way

i feel like when he first met you he definitely played a prank on you to get your attention or just annoyed you but once you sorted that all out, you join him on his pranks and he swears he's never liked a girl more

if you're smarter than him and you offer to tutor him he'll only do it under one condition: he gets a kiss everytime he gets something right

might be self projecting but he's def a boob guy.

everyone has this image of him as some psycho tough guy but play with his hair and he'll just melt. especially if you have acrylic nails! his head will be in your lap while you guys are watching tv n you'll be playing with his hair and he'll be as quiet as a mouse and malcolm will just be like "how did you do that."

loves it when you borrow his clothes. especially his hoodies. it just does something to him

tbh i feel like he could go for someone with either a more edgier look ( think avril lavigne or bill kaulitz) or someone with the girly 2000s look ( think britney spears or any of the playboy bunny girls )

once you guys have an established relationship he'll spend all his time with you! at first he wasn't sure if it was ok but now that he knows you really like him he's so happy!

i don't think he's big on pda i think hand holding is as far as hell go but i don't think he minds if you kiss him on the cheek

but once you guys are alone omg

cant keep his hands off you!

he's either super horny or super cuddly no in between

you and him always get stuck babysitting jamie and he'll be doing the most normal thing like putting jamie's shoe on or feeding him and youre just stuck staring at him bc he looks so cute!

dates usually consist of movie marathons, him cooking something for you guys, concerts, theater trips, or something really spontaneous like taking a trip to another city just bc you guys were bored.

walks you to all of your classes <3

malcom n dewey really like you and think you keep reese sane

ties your shoes

if you guys have a class together he's always doodling in your notebook whether it's something cute or raunchy

i think he struggles with self image so he needs a lot of reassurance

if you have pets he somehow has an immediate bond with them. they just love him!

he try's really hard to remember things you like for future gifts/dates

i feel like he gives oddly specific compliments, but he has good intentions

"you smell like a slutty fairy"

"is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"duh."

the same way he secretly loves watching soap operas with his mom, is the same way he loves watching all of your shows. like the oc, dawsons creek, whatever you're into!

he would give the best and most thoughtful homemade gifts. tb to when he gave lois little jars of jam! he'd probally do something similar but according to your taste <3

gets jealous easily

it's hot/ cute tho

memorized all your favorite pastries/baked goods n makes them for you when he's feeling nice/ as an apology if he messes up

[softcitrus2345]

Full Tank

This is a little written piece I made after a series of doodles from a while back that I ended up liking. A lot XD I sprinkled in the doodles that inspired this written piece into the post as well for double the fun >;3c I'm NOT an experienced writer by any means and this was mostly for fun so I could explore my own characters, but ye, I figured I might as well share it here with yall TTwTT This piece includes themes of funnel feeding, stuffing, male weight gain, some squish stuff and a light dash of spice near the end And of course, a big ass scoop of FLUFF >:Dc

This little blurb features Vanessa (she/her) and Damien (he/him), my two (favorite) lovebugs TTwTT

Hope yall like it! :3

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Vanessa stirred in bed, her arms reaching out for the plush warmth that she expected to be there, only to be met with empty bedsheets

Her eyes fluttered open and sure enough, there was a sizeable indent in the bed where her partner should have been..

The clock on the bedside table marked 1:26 am <<Where could he have gone off to at this time of night??>> She thought, but the little voice in the back of her mind already knew the answer…

She felt around the nightstand before locating her glasses, which she hastily put on as she walked out of the bedroom

Tiptoeing down the long and elaborate flight of stairs, the vampire made her way toward the kitchen. Though she was still getting used to living in a mansion, she knew all too well where this room was..

As she approached the dining room, she could hear noises coming from somewhere in the kitchen. <<Found you>> She grinned, her movements slow and calculated so as not to alert the lycanthrope. The faint glow of the open fridge illuminated a small portion of the otherwise dark kitchen, painting a perfect picture of what events had occurred while she wasn't there

Several empty containers of food were strewn about the kitchen counter, picked clean and discarded while the perpetrator focused on his next course, his tall, plump frame hunched over, while his head and hands were stuck in the fridge, busy devouring whatever he could get his hands on

The back of his shirt had just begun to ride up, exposing a small sliver of pale flesh

Vanessa could hardly contain her excitement as the gap between her and her gluttonous partner grew shorter and shorter

"Hey handsome~" she purred, hugging Damien from the back, squeezing the bottom of his belly, nearly melting as she felt the warm softness between her fingers

Damien's whole body jumped, his head shooting up and slamming into the top of the fridge interior before turning around, groaning softly as he rubbed his head with his clean hand

"V-Vanessa-!!" He squeaked, his crumb-covered face red as a beet, pale skin further emphasizing the embarrassment blooming on his cheeks

"I was j-jus- uhmm.." he backed away from the fridge a bit, straightening up to his full height and wiping the evidence off his flushed face

"Hey, it's okay, you were just hungry... You know I'd never discourage you from getting something to eat~" She chuckled, watching her boyfriend's sheepish expression as he towered over her like an oversized kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar

She snuck several glances at his midsection, her own face growing warmer

An idea blossomed in her mind, making the corners of her mouth curl into a cheeky grin

"Here, I'll help you," she said, grabbing Damien by the hand before he could protest and bringing him into the dining room, where she sat him in one of the wooden chairs that she pulled from the table

The chair made a distinctive creak as he sat down, causing the pair to blush once more

"What're you-" "Shhhh, you'll love it, I promise" she interrupted his questioning, pressing a finger to his lips

"I'll be back in a bit, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, 'kay?" She smiled, planting a small peck on his round cheek before hopping off to the kitchen again

In the kitchen, Vanessa opened the fridge to find Damien's most recent "snack", a large chocolate cake she had been saving for the next day. No matter, it surely won't go to waste..

She picked up the cake and set it on the counter, smiling as she saw the small portion that he had ripped out of the cake with his greedy hands

Then opening the freezer, she grabbed several quarts of vanilla ice cream and set them near the cake

As Damien sat in his chair, awaiting whatever surprise Vanessa was preparing for him, he heard the whirring of the blender, which seemed to go on for quite a while, before stopping and continuing the same routine a couple more times

Damien felt his stomach growl again, demanding more, despite having consumed quite a bit already

"Hhhokay.. calm down, you can wait a few more minutes.." he said to himself, noticing his heartbeat increasing in frequency as the minutes ticked by

"Alriiiight, it's ready!" She called in a sing-songy voice from the kitchen "Close your eyes for me, and no peeking, or you won't get any-"

Of course, he knew she didn't really mean that, but Damien played along, keeping his eyes closed as he opened his mouth, awaiting whatever she had conjured up for him

He was caught off guard by the cylindrical form that entered his maw, which Vanessa had pushed further back into his mouth before he realized what it was, making a small noise between a whimper and a gasp before staying seated, the chair creaking a bit more as he squirmed, flustered out of his mind

Almost immediately after the tube was positioned in his mouth, his taste buds were bombarded with a cold, rich, chocolatey liquid

Several more flustered huffs came from him as he began to hastily drink down the substance in thick gulps

"I wanted to try something new tonight, I've been saving this little tool for a.. special occasion~" Vanessa purred, her eyes focused on her partner while she kept her hands steady, pouring the cake shake into the funnel with relative ease, despite the sizeable pitcher she carried being nearly full of dense liquid

Damien couldn't respond, he could only focus on drinking every last drop of the shake, so he wouldn't make a mess of course~

As he continued to drink, he felt his shirt become tighter and begin to ride up, his growing belly pushing against the fabric while gradually occupying more space in his lap

"Hmmnh, ghmmmg…. ghlpg- ghhhhhn?" Damien whined as the flow of the shake trickled to a stop

"Oh don't you worry lovely, there's still plenty more where that came from.." Vanessa responded, picking up a second pitcher and tipping it into the funnel once more

"Hmmmmmmmmhhhhh.." Damien hummed in satisfaction as his cheeks flushed pink once more as he continued his routine of gulping down more, and more, and more

His hands slowly traveled their way up his lap and on top of his belly, lightly pressing on its cushioned surface, as he expanded more by the second

Vanessa knew him too well, she was much better at initiating these sorts of activities, where he could indulge in his own, less conventional desires, and he adored her for it

At the end of the second pitcher, he could already feel his stomach churning, trying its best to keep up with the sudden surge of calories, growling and groaning loudly while Damien panted, the tube still in his mouth

That should have been enough, but something in him wanted more

Luckily he wasn't quite finished with his task, as Vanessa picked up the final pitcher she had prepared

Damien's eyes fluttered open, panting and staring above him at his partner, his eyes almost desperate as she grinned at her greedy boyfriend They both exchanged a look, blushing as Vanessa lifted up the last of the sweet liquid

"Almost done, this is all that's left, so you might wanna savor-" she cut herself off, pouring in the last pitcher without warning, flooding his mouth once again with the sweet sludge

Damien spluttered for a second, some of the shake dribbling down his mouth and onto his shirt, before getting a hang of it, taking fast, heavy gulps to keep up with the pace while Vanessa poured, giggling as she watched her partner's efforts to keep up

He closed his eyes once more as he felt himself become fuller and fuller, rubbing his hands in soothing circles over his now-exposed belly, feeling it grow bigger with each passing moment

Vanessa held her breath as she watched the last of the precious fattening shake flow down the funnel and into her blimping boyfriend

When it was all finished, she pulled the tube out, Damien in a daze as it left his mouth, before letting out a loud belch and a small groan, still rubbing his belly in a food-drunk state

There was so much of it in him that she could hear the faint sloshing of the shake in his gut as it bubbled and churned the thousands of calories worth of shake into more wonderful softness

The vampire cooed, completely enamored and glad to finally be able to massage his engorged belly, planting several kisses on it before working her way up to his face

"You did so well hon, you finished every single drop, I bet this feels nice hm?" She smiled ear to ear, watching her partner blush, a completely flustered mess

Vanessa leaned on his belly and brought herself close to his face, the shift in weight causing another belch to come out before Damien quickly closed his mouth, face reddening

Vanessa chuffed at his reaction, leaning in further as she kissed and licked the excess shake off of his soft face and neck

She reveled in his response, his small flustered noises making her heart flutter

"Th- * hff * thank you.." he panted, leaning in for a longer kiss, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her further into his belly. Vanessa squeaked, melting into his embrace, hearing his gut's protests to this new disturbance

Once their lips parted, Vanessa locked eyes with Damien before grabbing him by both pudgy hands and attempting to pull him into a standing position

He obeyed, though it took a second to adjust to the sloshing weight inside him, feeling like an oversized water balloon

He continued holding Vanessa's hand as she began to gently guide him out of the kitchen, leaving the cleanup for tomorrow

"V-VanesshuoOorp– Where * huff * are we g-* hic! * going..?"

"To bed, silly~! Can't really snuggle ya if you're sitting on a hard chair, now, can I~?"

"I brrrUp- guess no-ot.."

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Though it took them a while to get all the way up the steps, Vanessa remained patient, giving loving words of encouragement as Damien clung to her, using his other hand to keep his belly from sloshing around too much while he walked

It was such an amazing relief when he planted himself back on the cushioned bed, his whole body sinking further into the edge where he sat, huffing and puffing

His belly was so heavy that he had to lean on his hands behind him on the bed to maintain his balance, the large mound moving up and down with each breath

The fabric of his shirt strained to contain the little bit of his belly that still remained covered, along with his plush moobs

Vanessa blushed, reaching behind her partner "This looks so tight, let me help you with that" She gingerly pulled the fabric of the shirt up, finally releasing his behemoth belly and allowing him to breathe a bit easier

Damien let out a chuffed sigh of relief as the burden was removed from him, his belly pushing out further in his lap as he relaxed

"I * hff * really needed * huff * that, thanks 'Nessa.." he sighed

"My pleasure, cutie" she hummed, giving him a peck on the forehead and ruffling his soft, white hair affectionately

There was a moment of silence as both retained eye contact before the albino spoke

"Yknow… I'm still feeling pretty hungry…" he said, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he patted his overstuffed gut with one hand, keeping the other on the mattress for balance

"O-oh??" Vanessa sputtered, her eyes widening

"* bHUurp- * Yeah… and I've got the * huff * perfect l-little morsel right * puff * hhere in front of me~" he slurred, grabbing Vanessa by the arms surprisingly fast for how full and dazed he seemed a moment ago, swinging them around and pinning her to the bed underneath his heavy gut

The vampire barely had a moment to react as she froze, her heart going at a mile a minute, processing what he had just said, and the position she was now in…

Though he held himself up firmly above her, his large belly hung low enough to still weigh her down a considerable amount

She just stared into his eyes as he smiled down at her, a very rare smug look on his rounded face

"Gotta return the * hfff- * f-favor~"

Vanessa gasped as she completely melted at his touch while his warm lips began planting sloppy kisses all over her cheeks and neck

Vanessa shuddered in delight, feeling his warm breath on her skin

Suddenly she began feeling small gentle pinches on her neck and shoulders, before realizing he had been incorporating a few little love bites in between kisses…

God, he knew just how to make her melt

She just lay there, her hands sinking into the plush flesh of his chest, feeling as if she was being enveloped in a pleasantly heavy and warm pillow

"Woah… I hadn't realized how h-eavy you'd gotten, honey-" she breathed, her face redder than she thought possible

Damien momentarily paused, looking down at his partner in concern "O-oh? Is it too much? I-I'm not * hff * hurting you am I??"

"Oh no! No, no, it feels… r-really * hff * good, actually… it's perfect~"

"Oh, that's a * hff * r-relief, cause I'm having * huff * waaay too much fun makin' ya * brup- * blush~"

The bed creaked again as Damien shifted his weight, moving an arm up to support himself as he leaned down to kiss his love's forehead

* WHUMP *

Vanessa yelped as her body was enveloped by warm, soft flesh within seconds

Damien belched loudly as all of his weight fell onto his bloated belly… and onto his partner beneath him..

His pointy ear twitched as he heard a small, slightly muffled noise of pleasure coming from beneath his mountainous body before he felt several gentle squeezes to his love handles

Damien felt his face grow hot

There was a moment of stunned silence before he snapped out of it and peeled himself off of his lover, panting

The werewolf gave a flustered, nervous laugh, seeing the vampire's bright red face and wide eyes, her body unmoving as she caught her breath

"Y-you ok down there~?" He asked, stifling a giggle

"That… was amazing…." she sighed, reaching up to hold her face in her hands

"P-please keep going.." she pleaded "Your kisses felt nice…"

Damien melted, immediately giving into her request as he continued his affectionate display, still a bit clumsily as he worked through his food-drunk state

"You're probably.. * hff * the sweetest thing I've * hic! * ever tasted, love~" he cooed between another small bite "I might just get addicted~" he gave a low mischievous laugh as Vanessa made more flustered sounds and giggles

It was rare for Vanessa to be the one to end up so flustered she was speechless...

Damien sighed before leaning in to give her a soft kiss on the lips and carefully slumping onto the bed beside her, his belly sloshing from all the shake still inside it, a small burp coming out from the sudden movement

"I love you like this…" Vanessa finally spoke, her comment making Damien blush heavily, his round cheeks accentuated by the smile that spread across his face

"…Me too.."

The two shuffled closer to one another in bed, unspeaking as they embraced, bodies turned towards each other

The werewolf gently pulled his love into his soft body, humming in delight as he felt two small, cold hands graze his belly, rubbing in gentle circles, small gurgles and groans coming from the full belly of the lycanthrope

The pair lay there in comforting silence, the sound of each other's gentle breathing and low gurgles lulling them both into a warm, dreamless sleep

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That's it XD Hope yall liked it, just don't expect much written stuff from me in the future, I'm much better at storytelling through a visual format than I am with written stuff, but I had fun writing this nonetheless!! Hope this blurb makes yall as feral for these two as I am BHFDSIJKGDSB

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

This is Peter's "move your arm before I kill you" face 😄 aka his "I only agreed to stand here to make my aunt happy and would rather be anywhere else" face.

EDIT: decided to change the eyeshine color lol

closeups and a bonus doodle below:

say cheeeeese!!! (left to right: flash, janine, aracely)

I realized while drawing this that I accidentally put the boys in left-to-right order from least- to most-fucked up face 😂 Ben and his perfect nose 🙄🤣 IDK what he's saying but probably something engineered specifically to make Peter mad.

He's smiling. 🙂💢 See? Busted nose. Turns out I also put them in order of "least to most traumatized," now that I think about it... Peter is a little less uptight by 2016 but... only a little. He might even not be wearing the costume under his clothes.

I know you're probably thinking "how the fuck is Ben less traumatized than Peter?" but in this case it's true. Ben is the most well-adjusted of them all. Comparatively.

Kaine is definitely wearing his costume under his clothes. Head to toe coverage, no skin except face and hands basically ever. When I sat down to sketch this pic this morning I realized that he probably doesn't like having his picture taken, because he has very bad self-esteem (understatement) and lots of scars, but probably also for Warren reasons, as essentially an ex-lab specimen. So he's hiding.

His hair would be in the process of growing back out from a buzzcut, if it's November 2016... so a bit longer than his shoulders, most likely.

If it wasn't like, May's idea to take the pic and Janine w/ the camera Kaine would not be tolerating this. He'd either leave or break the camera LOL but... if May wants a pic... he can at least pretend to be in it.

Miss Maybelle... The only one in the pic who doesn't have anything weird going on (ah, her strange nephews and their strange eyes). She has an O2 tank though. Her lungs are not very strong after 2012 because ummmm... Kaine stabbed her in the chest. (He apologized, it's fine 😓😅)

Ben's tan lines 😂 peter has 'em too but Peter is all covered up obv. Peter's neck tan line is actually way higher up though, because his costume has a higher neckline so he has to wear higher collars/scarves/whatever even if he rolls the neck down. But (not pictured) Peter's arms are more tan than Ben's because Ben's Scarlet sleeves are longer than Peter's Spidey sleeves. Obv Ben isn't wearing (the top of) his costume in this pic though. and they can both roll the sleeves up anyway.

That's the watch Peter got May for her birthday in 2007 btw. Actually the color is wrong because I didn't bother to check my own #lore but also because I almost forgot to color it at all (lol whoops) so I was just like. It's purple, I remember that much. But the strap is supposed to be "pale violet linen."

I also almost forgot to draw Peter's wedding band entirely 😂 Luckily I remembered! lol

Kaine is wearing a kilt, by the way (over jeans or leggings or something probably... well, maybe not leggings if his costume is underneath...) My goal is for him to find a different way of expressing his masculinity. related to why i am sticking to pink for his theme color (for costume etc.) and letting him grow his hair back out. I think he probably has some genders going on but not in the way that Flash has. He's not a girl. More like he wants to be nothing at all... null gender... etc... but also he doesn't have the language for that and would likely push back against it because of the way he was treated by Warren and the issues he has with like. personhood and manhood... but experimenting with (expensive) clothing is a way for him to explore his own autonomy in spite of that treatment and a way to learn to hate himself a little bit less, maybe, even though he's still very insecure.

he also has a "nazi punks fuck off" shirt, but... he wouldn't wear that to thanksgiving with aunt may... probably. I'm sure his leather jacket is around here somewhere...

i picked thanksgiving arbitrarily btw 😂 it just made the most sense as a reason for may to force i mean ask them all to come over and get pictures and stuff. kaine leaves nyc in 2012 following ben and only comes back for good in 2016, but when he and aracely first come up in the summer there's a bunch of stuff happening so it makes sense to do fall, once it's settled down...

May: Oh, by the way Peter, I invited your... brothers... to Thanksgiving. Peter: You did WHAT?!

[shadowbriar]

Sirius Black - Heart Stamp

Pairing : (F/M) || Sirius Black x Reader Word Count : 3.7k Warning : Tattoo. Soulmate AU. Notes : A good for nothing like him surely deserve no soulmate, Sirius believes, but when the heart is starved of something, someone, the universe throws him into another round of misery. An OC was mentioned as Remus’ soulmate. Reader is 2 years younger than Sirius. There might be a part II but I don’t want to make promises.

Sirius winces as the needles pierce through his skin, leaving black marks along the thin lines of stencil he’d agreed upon. He’s lost track of how many markings he’d made on his body. Everyone always admired the beauty, they so called so, of tattoos decorating his skin but for him it was nothing more than a veneer concealing his cowardly self. Everytime he looked at himself from the mirror, he could only let out a sigh, holding on to the last bits of time left before she knew the truth.

He cursed on whoever was responsible to pass down the tradition. What kind of sore tosser thought that it would be a great idea for a sixteen years old to know their soulmates? What if they don’t want to have a soulmate? What if they’re damaged beyond repair to ever deserve a soulmate? Wouldn’t that just be cruel to the other party, having to know that they’re bound for life with someone who’s as good for nothing? Someone like him?

He’s tried every spell, potions, whatever rituals there are that he’d read from the restricted section of the library to revoke the linkage, yet when his birthday came it was clear for him that the world hates him out of spite. Her initials were engraved to his forearm, just below the line of his inner elbow. Though he’s tried to cover the mark with some horseshit phrase he stole from one of Remus’ novels, you can still see the lines of her initials peeking through.

Another laugh the universe cruelly dumped on the poor boy.

As much as his little heart rejoiced in happiness, having to know that the girl he’s been so madly in love with for years was destined to be his soulmate, Sirius had to take the sour turn and hide the truth so as not to make people know who the unlucky girl is. Though he’s got no regret on being disowned by his family, he understands the weight he’s carrying isn’t something he should share with anyone. It would simply be unfair of him to throw the dirt and shame at her, so he chose to remain quiet. Even after her persistent questions of who his twin flame is. 

And so Sirius gained a new routine, weekly going to the tattoo parlour to stamp his skin with some doodles and wearing a long sleeved shirt to cover her initials.

When the tattoo artist was done, Sirius stared at the new markings. It was a simple heart shape, one of the simplest tattoos he has on his body. He wanted to have a reminder of today, one day before she would find out about the lies and secrets he’s hidden from her for the past two years. He needed a reminder that later on tonight when all hell broke loose and she’s angry at him for not telling her that she was his twin flame, when all of the mean things she’s spat gradually turn into cries and begs for him to embrace her, Sirius has to keep the promise he’d made to himself— He will not accept her as his soulmate.

“You alright, Pads?” James asks, placing a hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Sirius nods, faking a smile, “Grand.” 

Placing a few galleons to the table, Sirius heads to the door. His three friends sigh, watching the black haired boy acting so nonchalant when it’s apparent that he’s shattering inside.

“Let’s see what we have left on our to-do list,” Sirius said, looking at his palm as if he was holding a note “Get the stuff for her birthday party tonight, checked. Get her presents and her favourite snacks from Honeydukes, checked. Get a new tattoo and cover her initials once more, checked. Prepare a good argument when she finally finds out that I’m her soulmate, not checked but I’m working on it.”

“You’ve prepared an argument?” James asks with raised brows “How exactly would you argue with her? You’re keeping the fact that she’s your soulmate for two whole years, Pads. I don’t think you should be making arguments, you should be writing your will instead.”

Sirius pursed his lips, tapping his chin in a thinking manner, “Good idea, I’ll add that to the list.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “You’re making a fuss out of nothing. Should’ve just come clean with her in the first place.”

“Speaking from experience, aren’t you Moony?” Peter asks, nudging the wolf boy “How is it with Diane? You look like you don’t need much of our help anymore during full moons.”

“She’s brilliant, she understands my conditions and there’s still a lot to unpack but we’re working on it.” Remus says, slightly blushing at the mentioning of her soulmate “I suppose that’s what being a soulmate means. The universe doesn't just give you some random name to be bound for life with, they chose the one person who would understand you and help you through your nightmares. The same way you would help them through theirs.”

“That’s exactly what I’m feeling with Lily.” James chimes in, looking intoxicated with love as he speaks of her “She makes everything better and easier. We have our misunderstandings and fights, sure, but at the end of the day it would only bring us closer.”

“Alright now, enough of the sappy talk.” Sirius sneered “You lot are making it hard for Wormy who’s yet to meet his girl.”

“Oh, I’m content. I don’t mind waiting for a year or two to finally meet her.” Peter answers, trying to avert the spotlight back at him “I may not know what she looks like yet, but I know that I love her already and that’s enough.”

Sirius chews the inside of his cheek. He knows the trick his friends are pulling, to make him yield into this soulmate rubbish and accept it wholeheartedly. Making it seem as if being in love and having a soulmate is the best thing to have happened to their lives. Had the circumstances differ, Sirius would gladly swallow the idea with bliss but he’s not in such a position right now. The whole predicament with his family is taking enough space in his mind and he wouldn’t want to have her reside in such an uncomfortable place.

“Your antics aren’t working, boys.” Sirius says with a mocking face “Besides, it’s what? 8 hours till midnight? Coming clean to her now would only mean spoiling her surprise, I’d rather stall a few more hours before my execution finally comes.”

James shrugs, “If you say so. Your death, not mine.”

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Sirius stares at the Room of Requirement’s door. He could hear the music playing from the inside. People were coming in and out, slightly bumping into him who’s standing right in the middle of the corridor. He could feel his heart beating as if it was fighting its way out of his ribcage. His palms were sweaty, worried about the outcome of tonight. He’s given a lot of thought of the words his friends said earlier, about the concept of soulmate and how it’d change their lives drastically. Perhaps the struggle he’s facing right now isn’t as colossal as he thinks it is. Perhaps her love could help him come out of it alive.

And so Sirius whispered to himself, if by the time she knows and she forgives him from keeping it a secret from her, he would give this soulmate crap a chance and would try to work their way up. He would love her proudly and profoundly. He wouldn’t let his house difficulties affect them. He would give a chance for himself to feel the love he so longed to breathe in for years.

Folding the sleeves of his shirt, barely showing the tattoo that’s covering her initials, Sirius takes his steps into the party. People were already crowding the place, familiar faces talking and laughing with each other. On the sofa he could see his pack being comfortable with each other, inviting him to come and have a seat when his eyes met them.

But Sirius only nods, gesturing that he’ll be over in a minute. He’s got something to cross off of his list right now. Something much more urgent than the game of beer pong.

“Sirius!” A lovely voice called, waving at him “You’re here.”

“Of course, I am. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Sirius says with a wide smile, relieved to have finally met her “Happy birthday, Bug.”

“Not yet.” She shakes her head, smiling “You have to wait till the clock strikes at midnight to say that.”

“Well, I like to do things earlier than most.” He argues, giving her a small box “Your first present.”

“First? There’s more?” She asks as she excitedly takes the gift, opening it and revealing a star pendant necklace “Sirius.. It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“Would you like me to put it on you?”

She nods eagerly, “Please do.”

Sirius smiles as he takes the jewelry from her hands. His breathing was caught when she put her hair away, revealing more of her skin. Merlin knows how much will power he’s got to gather to fight the urge to plant a kiss on it, claiming her his. The smell of her perfume is so inviting, becoming his personal force of attraction. The way his fingers brushes to her skin is making the butterflies in his stomach go crazy, combusting as if they were fireworks on New Years eve.

Once the clasp was closed, she turned to face him again. A happy smile was decorating her face, slight blush tainting her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled under the dim light of the room and Sirius swore he’d never seen anyone look more delicate and precious as she is right now.

“You’re staring at me weirdly.” She comments, noticing the lack of blink the older boy was having “Are you alright, Sirius?”

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Sirius nods, “Splendid, really.”

“I think you’re lying but I’ll let it slide this time.”

Sirius smiles. She was acting like a child who’s just gotten themselves a cotton candy at a theme park and it made his chest flutter in bliss. Perhaps this is what his friends were talking about. She makes everything better and easier, indeed.

“Bug?”

“Yeah, Sirius?”

“You know that I love you, right?”

The look on her face turns into a soft one, looking slightly downhearted as if she hoped he would mean those words differently, “Of course, Siri.”

“Then promise me this,” Sirius says, this time taking her hands in his and squeezing them gently “Whatever happens tonight, whoever your soulmate would be, promise me that you would still look at me the same way you’re looking at me right now. Look at me with those same eyes that always give me warmth and happiness. Look at me as if I put the Moon and Stars to your sky. Look at me as if I’m someone you love.”

“Sirius, you know I can’t promise you that. People say that once you know your soulmate, you can never look at other people the same way.” She says with an apologetic smile “But for what it’s worth, I hope that my soulmate would be you.”

Sirius nods.

“I mean, I know that’s impossible cause you already know who your soulmate is and it’s obviously not me, that’s why I’m brave enough to admit it.” She rambles, making Sirius to chuckle lightly “But if the Universe could grant me one birthday wish, you know what it’ll be.”

With a forced smile, Sirius brought her hands closer to his chest and kissed them gently. He wishes to live in this moment forever. He wishes to have her this close, close enough to feel his love but far enough to not be chafed from his actions. He wishes to keep her in oblivion and keep loving her in silence, living the rest of his life from fragments of stolen intimacy.

But time is running out. The bomb is about to be explode and all there’s left of him to do now is to sit and wait, crossing fingers that whatever the future would lead them to, his heart and soul wouldn’t crumble completely.

—-

Sirius didn’t realise the blood seeping through his fingernails as he bites them, waiting for her to come out of the room. She’s entered the chamber fifteen minutes before the clock strikes at midnight, wanting to have her own private moment before the initials of her soulmate appear on her skin. The placing of said tattoo is different for everyone, only matching to their soulmate, so she’s asked a couple of her trusted friends, Lily being one of them, to help scan her skin once she officially turns sixteen. Sirius could easily tell her that there’s no need for her girlfriends to help her see where the tattoo would be cause he knows exactly where, but once again he chose to remain silent about it.

Twenty minutes have passed since the day changed and she still hasn’t come out. Sirius was getting more worried of the storm happening on the other side of the door. Is she alright? Is she already having a fit of anger from the realisation? Could she be crying in happiness that her birthday wish is actually granted?

“Lily!” James calls as he notices her girlfriend coming out of the chamber in a hurry “What’s going on in there? Why is she not out yet?”

“Something’s wrong.” Lily says in a hurry as she walks to the drinking table, taking a few bottle of water.

“Wrong? What do you mean wrong?” Sirius asks with alert “Is she alright?”

“Her tattoo, it’s not showing.”

“What?” Remus asks this time “What do you mean it’s not showing? It’s almost 12.30, she should already have her tattoo by now.”

“I know, Remus, but it’s not showing.” Lily answers, sounding as if she couldn’t believe it herself “We’ve checked every inch of her body, there’s no tattoo.”

“Check her left arm, the tattoo should be there.” Sirius says, his tone raising in panic too as he shows the location of her initials “It should be here. My initials should be here.”

Lily raised her brows at his words, turning her eyes to James to ask for explanation but looking at the worry washing over Sirius’ face, she could piece the puzzle together easily.

“Lily, check her arm, please.” Sirius says once more, his tone begging for her to do the favour “My initials should be there.”

“We’ve checked, Sirius, there’s no tattoo.” Lily said once more, looking apologetic this time “But I’ll check her arm again, alright?”

With drinks in her hands, Lily reenters the chamber. The boys now have their eyes glued to the door, dark clouds hovering over their heads. The party is still going in a full blast behind them but the music wasn’t as deafening as the silence around them.

“It’s my fault.” Sirius says with volume barely above a whisper “It must’ve been one of the rituals or spells I did that made her tattoo not show.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Pads. It might just take a longer time for her tattoo to show.” Peter says, trying to enlighten the mood “Her tattoo will show, don’t worry about it.”

“No one has ever had a late appearing tattoo, Wormtail. It’s either there or not there at all.” Sirius says, rummaging his hand through his hair “I screwed up. I screwed up big time.”

Remus places a hand to his friend’s shoulder, “Calm down, mate. We’ll figure it out together, alright?”

“Yeah, Pads. Sit down and we’ll think about it together.” James says, offering a space next to him by the sofa.

Sirius didn’t say a word, his head hung low trying to hide the tears that were starting to fall. He lets Remus guide him to the sofa and sink himself on it once he’s seated. He buries his face on his palm, sobbing. Just how cruel can the world be to him?

—-

Sirius smiles weakly at her once he enters the chamber. She was sitting at the corner, leaning on the walls with head resting on the footing of a table. Tears were staining her cheeks, ruining her makeup. Sirius hates his mind but he couldn’t stop thinking of how pretty she looks as she cries. Her vulnerability made him love her more. It made him want to pull her into a tight hug, hoping his embrace could glue back the pieces of her broken heart.

Taking a seat next to her, Sirius sighs when he feels her head now resting on his shoulder. She was still shaking from the sobs, sniffling as she tried to control her breathing. He tried to peek on her left arm and through the stolen glances, his nightmare was proven to be true. The tattoo wasn’t there.

“I haven’t a soulmate.” She whispers, her voice cracks in between the words “Whatever did I do to not be deserving of one, Sirius?”

“Don’t say that, Bug.” He replied, fighting the cry that’s about to break through “You haven’t done anything wrong, believe me. You deserve all the love in the world and more.”

“I haven’t a soulmate, Sirius. Why?”

Sirius has to close his eyes and pull her for a hug. Her cries were becoming loud once more, breaking right inside his embrace. He could feel his shirt being wet from her tears. He was crying with her, questioning the fault and sin they’ve committed in their previous lives to have the universe curse them so. Why couldn’t they be as normal as other soulmates? Why do they have to have so much pain to go through? Why does the universe love to toy with them so much?

“I haven’t a soulmate, Sirius.” She says once more, repeating the words as if she’s trying to comprehend it “I don’t understand. Don’t we all have a soulmate?”

“We do, Bug.” Sirius says gently “You have a soulmate, believe me. It’s not that something is wrong with you, nothing is wrong with you, nothing could ever be wrong about you. We’ll figure it out together, I promise.”

“I just don’t understand.”

“I know, Bug, I know.” He says, this time pushing her to sit up and cupping her face “We’ll figure this out, alright? You have my word, I will not rest until you get your answers, okay?”

She nods, surprised to see him crying too.

“You’ll get your tattoo, I promise.” Sirius says once more before placing a kiss to her forehead “Don’t you worry your pretty mind, alright.”

Smiling faintly, she rests her head back to his shoulder. She intertwines her fingers with his, focusing on his body heat to be her sole source of energy and tranquillity. For some reason Sirius was the only person that could calm her. She’s heard the same words and promises from her friends yet it has to be Sirius to be the one to give her a fragment of peace. It has to be his voice to give her a sense of security. It has to be Sirius to rescue her.

“You’ve got a new tattoo.” She says, noticing the heart shaped tattoo on his right wrist “I’ve just noticed that.”

She silently traced the lines. Having countless tattoos on his body, Sirius knew that new tattoos aren’t supposed to be touched but he couldn’t careless. Her gentle caresses are his only grip to sanity. Without them he would lose his mind completely.

“I made that for you.” He says with a tired voice “For your birthday.”

She smiles, looking at his eyes with warmth, “Stop it, you’re making me wish harder that you’re my soulmate.”

The smile on his face dilutes for a moment. Should he tell her the truth now? Would right now be the right time to come clean? It would’ve been nice to place all of his cards on the table and let her be the judge of it. Let her be the one to decide their future, whether to build it brick by brick or turn the other cheek and walk away. But with everything that’s happened tonight, could they survive another fight? Would it not shear their last strands of sanity?

Taking a pen out of his back pocket, he reaches for her left arm. Right where his initials should be, Sirius wrote his name. He wrote his name boldly for everyone to see. Though it’s nothing close to how a real soulmate tattoo would look, the position and the smile plastered on her face was enough for him to know that she’s his.

“That looks like a ghastly soulmate tattoo.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “You love it still.”

She chuckles at last, giving Sirius enough fuel to do the next bold thing.

He leans in, sealing their lips together gently. It took her a few moments to return the gesture but before Sirius could pull away in shame, she placed her hand on his cheek and pulled him closer. The kiss soon becomes desperate, trying to water the thirst they both have been dying of since forever. 

Sirius lifts her and makes her sit on his lap without breaking the kiss. He needed to feel her as close as possible, extremely in need of her touch, but before they could proceed further, Sirius had to step on the brakes and pull away. He couldn’t go all the way with her tonight. Not when he hasn’t come clean to her.

She was smiling sweetly at him, playing with his hair now, “I’d take that you really meant what you said to me earlier.”

Sirius raises his brows, “What did I say earlier?”

“That you love me.” She says with a grin, yet it disappears as fast as it came “But what about your soulmate?”

“Don’t you worry about that for now.” Sirius says gently, smiling as he places a kiss to her nose “All you have to know is that I love you and I will always do.”

She nods eagerly before pulling him into a tight hug.

Sirius breaths in her scent as if it was his oxygen. He buries her face on the crook of her neck, kissing her exposed skin gently. He wanted to savour this moment as best as he could, stretching and stalling the time as long as he could. He wanted to freeze time, making them live in this very moment forever. Forget about his family problem and her not appearing tattoo.

Because when tomorrow comes, he’s to face his sins and does his walk of shame.

[captain-mj]

Hello!

So apparently Horangi doodles over his gear in the actual game and the image of Horangi doodling on König makes my mind explode with serotonin. Up to you how you wanna write it, NSFW or fluff!

This got buried in my inbox but I found it again! I can definitely do that!

One thing Horangi loved about König was his willingness to just... go along with whatever Horangi felt like doing that day. As long as his mask wasn't removed, he was more than happy to tag along or participate in any activity.

So when Horangi got his markers out, König was already gearing up to walk with him wherever he was going to go.

"Undress." Horangi ordered. "I'm going to draw on you."

"Ah..." König flushed and slowly took off his shirt. "how... ah..." He looked so anxious and Horangi thought he was the absolute cutest.

"Lay on your back on the bed." Horangi waited until König was settled in. His pale skin had turned a soft red color from how hard he was flushing. He straddled his hips and hummed. "What should I draw first?" After a moment of consideration, he pressed the marker right under his collarbones, drawing vines and flowers along the divots there. He spiraled them down his pecs.

"One day, I'm going to have you undress and pose for me. I want to draw you."

König let out a shaky breath. "Ja..." Horangi lifted his sniper hood and took off his mask, both just enough to get his mouth free. He kissed him sweetly.

König put his hands on his hips and relaxed a bit more. Horangi started to draw a small chibi tiger above his belly button and put a little crown on it. "Tiger King. Like us."

König blushed more and his hands tightened their grip.

"My king, huh?" Horangi teased as he started to draw more flowers and little squiggles along his ribs. "You're gorgeous, you know."

König flushed more. "Liar."

"You are. I like seeing you."

"I like seeing you too." König pulled him down for another kiss before Horangi decided he wanted to make some stars on him. He mostly did them around some hickeys that he had made the day before and around his nipples, laughing at König's wiggling.

"Stop it! I can't draw if my canvas is wiggling."

"It's ticklish!"

"Too bad." Horangi readjusted himself to pin him more.

"Do you want me to turn on my stomach?"

Horangi sat up and nodded as König moved under him. Immediately, he decided to make something much bigger. He drew some wings on him. Thanks to the fact he was using marker on skin, it wasn't his best, but they were kinda... you could... They were wing shaped. There. He could tell what they were meant to be.

König melted under him, feeling his weight on him. "You should do this more. I like it."

"I like drawing on you." Horangi kissed the back of his neck. "König."

"Horangi."

"I think sometimes I might be in love with you."

König was quiet for a while as Horangi added feathers.

"I do not think that. I know I'm in love with you."

The air left Horangi's lungs.

"Oh..."

König looked up at him, clearly smiling. "You can tell me when you're ready. I don't mind waiting."

Horangi leaned down and kissed him softly before finishing his artwork.

[milos-lil-corner]

Headcanons with accompanying doodles

Below are headcanons and stuff of multiple creepypasta dudes.

Random thought from a friend: Zalgo really not liking being summoned by either their followers or random weirdos, so he would be very passive aggressive and try to cut time short to get the hell out of there so they can go back to whatever they were doing before. Not nessacarily a headcanon, but I'd like to imagine it.

Anyways, Zalgo in a a steriotypical "I really don't wanna be here" shirt

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Since me and my friend headcanon Slender as blind ( legally, at least. It can still vaugely see shapes near itself, but otherwise can't see shit without the use of its azoth. Anyways - ), and because of their species weird thing about height, Slender might mistake a light pole to be one of its species and sort of just. Stand there, sizing it up for a couple of hours.

Imagine your walking in the woods and see a fucker the size of a two story house sizing up a lamp post.

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It's said ghosts and demons can't get to you if you are in a circle of salt. And since Sally is a ghost, I'd imagine that salt should would work on her too.

Cue, teddy bear in a salt circle. Whoever put it there, who knows - but they are an asshole.

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I haven't read LJ's story, so idk if the shit I'm saying would be technically canon or not, but I'd like to think he'd use his box as a place to sleep. Sure, he was imprisoned in the box for a long ass time, but hey - self torture and trauma can't get in the way of a good night's sleep.

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'Nother thing about LJ - I'd like to imagine he would collect those dumb plushie clowns. Whether its because he finds them cute or as a way to cope, who knows.

Also, LJ's design is different from the original cause I'd like to think his little accessories and shit can be removed. Also gives the impression of him being a plush doll, which is what he is in my mind lol.

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Ill make a post about SlenderFolk and my version later on, but here's an example of how some would sleep. They can also sleep while standing, looking like a tree from far away with their azoth just sort of hanging around everywhere to keep them upright. Course, though, if they were to feel safe enough, they can just lay down like a cat or something.

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SlenderFolk are tall as hell, so the thought of them being struck my lighting due to how high they are is funny as fuck. Depending on how old the SlenderFolk is, I'd like to imagine they would have more lighting scars or something like that. Shows the age.

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Little doodle of Slenderman as a welp. Result of a convo between my friend on the wholesome tragedy thats going on between Splendor and Slender. In the rp lore, Splendor is the oldest out of the bunch, with Slender being the second oldest. Splendor took care of himself and his brother during the evolution of human civilization, being all cute and shit before character development happened and their relationship turned sour.

But yeah! Slender as a lil cutie.

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Speaking of welps - SlenderFolk call their youth welps. Course, the person showed on the ground isn't a welp, as its one of my ocs ( mechanical limbs due to unwilling experimentation by the military - it's a long story ). Again, Slenderman being blind helps create funny ( at least to me and my friend ) scenerios that double as a way to explore SlenderFolk culture and weird cryptid lore.

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And that's about it. More to come soon :)

[lovedazai]

i like to think beastzai and reader’s dynamic being similar to the one that mori and elise has<3 but like it’s less concerning and more sweet! he’ll stay completely and utterly unaffected when you mess with his hair, doodle on the documents he no longer needs, etc. chuuya might probably be the one who suffers the most— because his boss is busy pecking and kissing his partner while he’s reporting something important.

beastzai invented the idgaf war

nonnie i got a little nervous when i first started reading this BUT ITS SO CUTE & SO REAL !! literally has u sat on his lap all day if thats where u want to be, doesnt mind if u kiss him or put tiny braids in his hair or make little origami shapes out of whatever random paper is on his desk :< HEHE CHUUYA poor chuu trying to give him a rundown of the latest mission & dazai is just trying to peek down ur shirt

[hexagonalhavoc]

( Okay, I know I just requested this but I do not remember if I said the hex Dumb AD HD Brain, don't remember TwT) Can I request Favorite hex characters Finding the reader wearing their clothes

My favorite Hex characters walking in on you wearing their clothes 

[Author’s Note: Hdhdhdhd yes I love this! Also no worries I also have adhd 😅 I got so excited when I saw this because there’s quite a few characters I haven’t got to write for yet!]

Sado: 

Sado is literally aware of everything and she rarely goes without her hat or anything clothing you might get your hands on. 

She probably knows you want to steal her clothes and leaves them out in the open for you to take. 

When she sees you wearing her clothes she looks calm on the outside but wants to pick you up and spin you around. 

She doesn’t blush or show much expression in her face but her pupils dilate when she gets flustered. 

Also random but if you stick your hand in her hat you’re going to find a lot of random stuff in there, it’s like a magician’s hat. 

Chef Bryce: 

Doesn’t like wearing his chef’s coat after everything that has happened but doesn’t mind you wearing it. 

When he sees you wearing it for the first time it brings a genuine smile to his face, he may even laugh a little bit.

He would let you decorate his chef’s coat. You could add embroidery, pins, or just doodle on it with marker. His chef’s coat is basically yours now. 

Doesn’t like seeing his fighting accessories like his fingerless gloves or the purple head sash but still lets you wear it. It looks good on you but it makes him sad to think of you ever having to fight. 

There’s a lot of stuff from the past weighing him down but seeing you and your goofy antics makes him look on the bright side.

Chandrelle: 

She wears a lot of jewelry which looks cool but from a practicality standpoint is sometimes annoying to her sometimes. 

When she sees her rings on your fingers as you struggle with the clasp on her necklace she laughs. She thinks the jewelry looks a lot better on you and will let you keep whatever pieces you like. 

She probably gives you one of her rings in the beginning of your relationship. 

If you wear any jewelry she might take it and it ends up being a very comforting thing to her. She’ll wear it proudly even if it doesn’t go with her outfit.

Both of you swap accessories and outfits a lot. She’ll even help with color coordination and certain themes. 

Irving: 

At first he’s irritated when he couldn’t find his sunglasses. He goes to ask you if you’ve seen them and he walks in on you wearing them. 

Tries his best to stifle his laughter because he doesn’t like showing too much emotion in front of other people but he can’t help it. 

His sunglasses make him feel more secure but he’ll let you wear them when you two are alone or if you’re in an environment where it’s super bright, especially if your eyes are sensitive. 

One of my main hc’s for him is that his sunglasses are also prescription so whenever he doesn’t have them on words are blurry to him. Imagine this serious looking dude just misreading words with the most certain expression on his face. 

Offers to get you your own pair of sunglasses so that both of you can match.

Lionel: 

Tired gamer dude probably wears a lot of baggy clothes like sweatpants, t-shirts, and hoodies. Most of his clothes are too big on him.

He doesn’t mind if you wear clothing he doesn’t wear much anymore but if you take one of his favorite hoodies he will fight you for it. (I’m joking but still) 

Pretends like he doesn’t like you stealing his clothes but he really does honestly. He doesn’t even know why but it makes him happy. 

If he sees that you’re cold he’s gonna give you his hoodie even if it means that he’ll be cold. 

He’s not really the best at being affectionate so he shows that he cares for you through his actions and sometimes that’s randomly giving you his clothes. 

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves]

I need a fic now based off of when Félix stopped having sex with Pepa and went to go spend time with Dolores. I need to know how that interaction went down lol

Case you guys don't know the context;

With that, let's do it, because its FUNNY.

"That's it mami, such a good fucking girl for me."

Félix fucking loved his wife. They went from having a snack of milk and cookies, to him absolutely plowing that pussy right into her bed. He had no idea what she did to get him here, but damn he wasn't complaining. Not when she laid there, hair sprawled all over the pillows, legs over his shoulders and nails digging into the sheets below.

"Good enough for papi to stuff me full of cum? Mami needs it~"

Félix chuckled against her pretty little ear, taking just the smallest nibble out of it.

"What, so you can have another baby? Is that what you want? mami codiciosa~"

They shared another kiss. Another, another, his tongue tasting her lust tasted spit. She was all grins as she nipped at his bottom lip, and damn did that make his cock twitch inside of her.

"Yeah, I am greedy. You gave me a beautiful baby. I want more. I want to be SO fucking full and pregnant. I want a baby just as great as Dolores. I love her."

"Dios, I love her too. She's beautiful, she's kind, she LOVES her music practice with her papi-"

"Papi needs to knock me up NOW if he keeps going on about how much he loves his family."

He couldn't helo but laugh as he dug his fingers into his hair, giving it just a good enough of a pull to remind her WHO was doing the fucking here.

"Ay, watch that pretty mouth, I might just give you what you want. I'm so happy we can squeeze this in before four."

"Félix, that clock is an hour off."

Wait. Wait, that was right. Their room clock was always off by an hour, and his ass kept forgetting to fix it. That meant he didn't have an hour till practice. He had two minutes.

"HOLY SHIT, IMMA BE LATE-"

He immediately got off of her, quickly putting his pants back on. Pepa stared at him in disbelief, thunder crackling over her own head.

"W-Félix! You were KINDA in the middle of something! You can be a minute late-"

"And make her think I'm unreliable? NO. A man makes a promise to a woman, he KEEPS it."

He scrambled to find his belt, before finding it on the floor and putting it on. He quickly grabbed his tiple from the corner, and ran out of the room, ignoring whatever Pepa was yelling about. He'd make it up to her later, but he'd be CRUSHED if he missed this valuable father and daughter time. He busted through the door just in time, accidentally spooking his daughter, who was up on her stage and waiting for him.

"Papi? Did you. RUN here?"

"Y-yes. I booked it. I didn't...want to keep you waiting. It's rude of a man to keep ANY little lady waiting."

He took a deep breath to recover, before his daughter cocked her head at him.

"What happened to your shirt?"

Félix looked down at himself. No shirt. That was when he kinda figured out what Pepa was yelling at him about. The fact that she was wearing his shirt still. He kind of just assumed she was cussing him out for keeping them both hanging. Though it was probably both. He fumbled for a bit, not knowing how to explain it, before just making something up.

"Your mami was cold, so I let her borrow it."

"Aw? Like how they do it in the books?"

"Yes, exactly. Now, you ready to play?"

"Mhmm!"

Now you might think Félix was ocerreacting. Dolores probably wouldn't care about him being five minutes late, and he most definitely could've finished himself and Pepa pretty quickly. But as he sat there next to her, watching her little fingers pluck the strings and listening to her soft little voice, he couldn't bare the thought of her thinking she was second rate to anything. Dolores was his top priority, and he wanted her to know that. Because he knew, one day, a man would come into her life, and try to do the exact same.

He wanted Dolores to know what to look for in said man. If they didn't care about her like he did, they didn't matter. As he joined her in the song, ever so sweetly, he hated to think about the day where she'd be grown enough to need the comfort of another man. She was growing fast too, she'd be walking down the aisle before he knew it. But for now, she was his baby, small, and all his.

Even if it meant he'd have a weather storm waiting for him after this.

[pumpkinpatch-daydreams]

Heist hijinks: Lost and Found

[return to the beginning]

Length: 1,749 words

Read time: 7 minutes

Content warnings: injury, embarrassment.

Note: no sexual themes or content.

A shadow came over the pod as the impromptu rescue team came in to land where it could nearby. It was about four times the size of the pod and triangular in shape. A stealth craft. The doors open and a ramp slid out to allow its occupants exit.

Out stepped Iggy and Nullian. The two young men were equally tall, though Nullian had considerable bulk on his lanky counterpart. They approached the pod cautiously as if it might decide to rear up and bite them. They heard movement, a shifting on debris, and Nullian stepped back, ready to run or fight whatever decided had taken up residence inside the crashed pod.

Out crawled Ella. She knew it was safe because she recognized Iggy’s tattered old doodled on boots. her dress was filthy, her hair was tied up with a starry bow that Iggy swore he saw before, but not on her. Her face was still wet from crying, and she moved strangely, leaving to one side and not quite limping as she clutched to her side.

“Ella!” Both men shouted in unison and rushed her.

“Careful I’m hurt!” She warned, hands still on her side.

The two of them skidded to a stop in the soft soil. “Hurt how?” Iggy asked in a concerned almost parental tone.

“My side hurts really bad. It’s hard to breathe. I’ll be fine but don’t touch me.”

Nullian had started openly crying “I’m so glad to see you alive! I thought I killed you!” He sobbed.

“I’m fine! I’m okay! But I think Cadence needs help they’re hurt real bad and keep kinda fading in and out.”

“Wait, what?” Nullian blinked “Cadence is with you?”

“Whoa, hold on, how did Cadence get mixed up in all this? What happened? Wait, no, priorities, where are they?”

She pointed at the wrecked pod.

Iggy walked over, brushed the glass over to clear a spot with his foot, then kneeled down to look through the smashed front windscreen that peaked over from below the pod. He saw Cadence propped up sitting against the back wall. Their head sagged to the point their chin touched their chest, their cardigan and dress shirt were both unbuttoned and strained dark red at the shoulders, the sleeve of one arm was partially shredded.

Wide eyed, Iggy looked back to Ella who had went to stand with Nullian then back at the scene before him. Were they still alive? Was Ella in denial and hanging out with a dead body all this time? He ventured forward, went to touch their face, hesitated, then covered his hand with his sleeve before poking them. They didn’t move.

“Hey buddy… you… you good…?” He leaned in, tilting his head to the side as if a different angle would give him a more concrete answer. “You still with us?”

He grabbed their arm to try and shake them a little, only to have them spring to life, hissing through their teeth and yanking their arm away before groaning.

Iggy jumped back like a snake just tried to strike at him, slamming his shoulder into the chair hanging from the ceiling in the process, the impact making him twist and fall.

Cadence blinked the blur from their eyes “Ignatius? Ignatius is that you? Goodness are you alright?”

“I’m fine I’m fine,” he said quickly “are YOU alright? You look like a zombie!”

“It was rough coming in, my landing skills can use some work. But hey, I’m alive.”

Iggy decided to skip over the fact they did not answer his question for now. “Can you walk?”

“Let’s find out together.”

They wobbled and shook as they slowly climbed to their feet. They used the wall and the hand Iggy offered them to pry themselves off the ground. They managed to get to their feet, more or less. They moved like a newborn deer as their limbs wobbled below them. Iggy snaked an arm under theirs and around their back to help stabilize them as they made their way out. They had to crouch to get back through the broken windscreen. Iggy covered the both of them with his leather aviator jacket to try and negate any cutting from broken glass as they shuffled out.

Outside Nullian was crouched at eye level checking up on Ella. When he saw the two of them emerge from the wreckage he straightened back up. With his free arm Iggy made a ‘round up’ gesture to signal they should go back on the ship.

As they climbed the ramp it was clear Cadence was having a lot of trouble keeping balance and Nullian watched them like a hawk. He knew that walk. The way their head kept nodding off every once in a while, the way half their body seemed to be uncooperative compared to the other, the terrible balance. That was the walk of a man who took one too many blows and was destined to die in his sleep. As he helped Ella along he mentally scrambled for what he should do, if anything, to help. Nothing came to mind, how could one fix internal issues? He wasn’t a doctor… but the B.S. Lucky had one on deck. He might be able to stop them from dying. “We should go ahead and take them back before we go for the other pods and get them to Dr. Locke.”

“Way ahead of you buddy. We’re taking them straight there.” Iggy nodded.

As they stepped inside Audrey cheered “yeaahhh! You’re alive!”

Everyone got up from their seats to surround her, rapid firing questions and concern, closing in. Nullian didn’t like that one bit, he held an arm out as of to shield Ella from the encroaching crowd.

Iggy waved his arm as if to dissipate smoke. “Hey now don’t crowd, I know you’re worried but you’re stressing the poor girl out.”

It was then the group noticed Cadence with him, with the way they were slouched and the aviator jacket covering them they weren’t immediately visible behind Nullian and Ella.

“Whoa what are they doing here!? I half didn’t expect Ella to actually be one one of those things now we have them?” Birdie inquired.

“It’s a long story…” Ella said as she stared down at her shoes.

“Man, getting mixed up in dumb intergalactic bullshit is your hidden super power.” Amy-lee jabbed.

“Hey! Language! We have double the amount of babies now then we did before!” Iggy berated.

Audrey stomped on his foot. “I told you! I’m not a baby!”

He clenched his teeth to avoid outright dropping Cadence on the floor.

“Okay! Enough of all this!” Cadence raised their voice. “I’d hate to be pushy but I’d prefer getting to a doctor sooner rather than later if at all possible.”

“You heard em’! Buckle up everyone! Also pick your travel buddy there’s going to be a lot of lap sitting this time around.”

Ella looked up at Nullian and took his hand “can we be travel buddies? I don’t think Cadence and I make good travel buddies. We’re better station buddies.”

Nullian smiled down at her “sure! We can be travel buddies.” He headed over to his seat, sat down, and she took a seat in his lap. He was careful bucking the two of them in, and kept an arm a few inches in front of her torso to avoid the buckles digging into any possible injuries.

Birdie crouched down in front of Audrey “want to be travel buddies again?”

“Not really, I want my own seat.”

The corners of Birdies mouth pitched down. well that hurt. “Well… I think I’m too big to sit on someone else’s lap. So looks like we’re stuck together.

“Ugh. Fine.”

The two buckled in but Audrey kept her arms crossed the entire time.

Iggy gently put a hand on Cadence’s shoulder. “Alright short stack pick a lap.”

“Oh, I was thinking it was best if I sat alone. I’m not doing particularly well and I’d hate to get blood on anyone.”

Iggy mulled that over for a few seconds before turning to Champ “alright big guy time to play Santa clause.” He declared before falling back and across Chance’s lap.

He jumped in surprise “Hey! What!?”

“They’re taking my seat so we have to double up.” He righted himself on the chair. It was awkward, Chance was a big bulky guy, all throughout school they tried to draft him as a linebacker for the local football team, he filled the entire seat and spilled over some. Meanwhile Iggy wasn’t a small man himself, he was the tallest of the group but thin as a beanpole. It was all gangly limbs and elbows as he tried to figure out the logistics of both of them fitting into the same seat.

The entire time Iggy squirmed to get comfortable Chance grew redder and redder. He’d had a crush on Iggy since day one and now he was in his lap and rubbing up against him. He kept his hands firmly on the arm rests of the chair as Iggy dug the straps out from underneath him and buckled the two of them in. His face was glued to the window to hide how flustered he was. This had to be some kind of test. The mantra of ‘don’t be creepy’ marched through his mind. In the reflection of the window he caught Jed with a hand clamped over his mouth trying not to laugh at them.

“Okay! Amy-Lee if you could help Mr. Boss lady to their seat we should be good to go!” Iggy declared.

Cadence scoffed at the notion they would need help buckling in. They had a decade on every other person in this cabin at least. They didn’t protest as Amy-Lee silently obeyed the request and buckled them in. Then, they blinked, and suddenly they were in deep space, no signs of the planet in sight, no shimmer and show of launching from an atmospheric planet, nothing. Like a section of film cut out of a movie and both ends connected back together like it was never there in the first place. Well, that was concerning.

Just like that they were heading back to the B.S. Lucky, half the crew happy to be alive, the other worried about how they would survive telling Oron they wrecked almost all of his pods. Either way, the mission was considered a net positive.

Path trajectory:

[To be continued]

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[mlmxreader]

Heat | Aldo Raine x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: PROMPT STORM INCOMING

"You're terrible!" "You love me, though" - aldo raine x m!reader

summary: Aldo insists that the Basterds take a break, which happens to give you and him a chance to talk.

tws: swearing

Aldo had decided that the Basterds ought to stop, as the sunshine and the heat was getting to be too much for everyone, and while Omar was in charge of carrying everyone's shirts and jackets - someone had to - you and Aldo searched for somewhere to stop for a moment or two; there was an abandoned house nearby. It had been bombed to shit, destroyed by Blitzkrieg, but at least it was shady there.

Aldo ordered everyone to get in the shade, to sit down, to lie down, whatever, just take a load off for a while; he was covered in sweat when he climbed up the broken bits of the house to get to your little spot. You guessed it was once a bedroom, wooden floors and a burned and charred wardrobe, and although half of it had been blown open and shattered, it was at least shady; although it was still too warm as you laid on your back and covered your eyes with your arm, able to feel the hairs tickle your eyelids as you opened your mouth to breathe.

You grabbed his hat, and used it to replace your arm as you grumbled. "Remind me again why we don't have any ice."

"It'd melt," he shrugged, sitting down with his legs dangled over the edge of the broken floor. If he leaned over, he could see the other Basterds below. "Y'know, this heat got me thinkin'-"

"No." You muttered. "Whatever you're thinking, no."

Aldo smiled a little, tilting his head to the side. "I didn't even finish."

"I don't care," you chuckled, shaking your head. "Whatever it was, it was probably either stupid or vile."

"What makes you say that?" He laughed.

"The fact that you're terrible!"

"You love me, though," he pointed out. "I might be terrible, but you love me."

You huffed, searching for his hand and grabbing it, bringing it to your chest and drawing little patterns on his skin. "Against my better judgement, sure."

Aldo hummed quietly, gently tapping your chest as he dared to close his eyes and smile. If there was one thing that the heat could do better than anything, it was put everyone to sleep. "We'll start moving again when the sun goes down... it won't be so bad, then."

"You say that, but it probably will," you let out a harsh and long yawn. "At least the guys are gonna get some rest, though... fuck knows they deserve it."

He nodded, his breathing starting to slow down a little as he relaxed more, getting closer and closer to falling asleep. "I think we all do... y'know, back home, days like this... just spend 'em in bed til the night comes."

You nodded, moving to lie on your stomach, moving up a little more so that you could rest your head on his lap, a harsh sigh coming from the back of your throat. "We'd just sit around and bitch and moan about it... different now, though... bigger things to worry about."

Aldo kept one hand between your shoulders, putting the other behind his head as he yawned quietly. "Y'know, Sergeant (y/l/n)... not much has changed."

You slapped his thigh gently, groaning as you rolled your eyes. "Don't be a dick."

"You do!" He defended with a chuckle. "You're my boyfriend, and I love you, but you still complain about the weather."

You grumbled, cuddling into him a little more, a soft groan of content drawn out when he put his hand a little lower, drawing and doodling little patterns across your sweat soaked skin. "You're so fucking annoying."

"Again," Aldo repeated, "you love me."

"Yeah, I know," you huffed. "Doesn't mean you're not annoying, though."

"I can be more annoying," he mused.

"Please don't."

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[my-burnt-city]

I've been going through my old write-ups of The Drowned Man, who wants to read an account of how I fell desperately in love with this woman?

THE TIME: 24th June 2014, 7pm

THE PLACE: Temple Studios, London

It's the final loop of the show and I don't know what to do. Marshall was my plan, but he has been utterly swamped every time I've seen him, so I drift off in the direction of town to see if I can find any inspiration. I try wandering into Tuttle's shop, and although I've seen it more crowded before now, today it is stiflingly hot so after a couple of minutes of watching the moon being painted red, I decide to flee. This hasn't brought me any closer to deciding what to do, so I wander into the drugstore, where a few people are clustered around the closed telephone booth, and I sit on the counter stool nearest the wall and set to examining the various doodles. Shortly after this, the Drugstore Girl appears right in front of me and fixes me with a flirty sideways look. This is a slightly unexpected but thoroughly excellent turn of events, and I fix her with a flirty sideways look right back. She then holds up her hand in the universal sign for "I'll be back in a minute" and scoots sideways along the counter to greet Tuttle, who has just appeared with a pinwheel, which he hands to her. She thanks him for the pinwheel, tells him it's beautiful, then drops into a deliciously dry voice to say that she'll "put it with the other one", which she does before serving him a lemonade. She offers him the straw holder, he takes a straw, then drinks his lemonade all in one go before scuttling out of the store. The Drugstore Girl then returns to me, saying "he's a peculiar one, that boy", then she offers me a lemonade, which I am clearly all too delighted to accept. She offers me the straw holder, I reach out to take a straw, and she slams it shut before I can. She's laughing at me, I'm laughing at me, and then she offers me a straw again and I manage to take one this time. Barmen never want to give me whiskey, but Drugstore Girls never want to stop giving me lemonade, and I am in love already and know where I'll be for the rest of the show.

At some point, it might be now or it might be a little later, the Drugstore Girl decides she needs to change her shirt. She pulls a spare one (completely identical in every way) out from behind the counter, then starts unbuttoning. She then flirtily shouts at us all to stop looking, and ducks down behind the counter to finish changing. Halfway through, she pops up again and we make brief eye contact. I quickly cover my mask eyeholes with my hands, and she laughs at me. I love her a LOT. There's another moment I can't pinpoint timewise but I'm sure must have happened pretty early in the loop. She goes through all the phone booths, taking down Harry's self-promotion leaflets, before bringing them sadly over to me. "Do you know this guy, Harry Greener?" OBVIOUSLY I DO, but I decide a coy tilt of the head might be my most appropriate response at this point. "Oh, he's a nice guy..... but he's not very good." And she's laughing, but she's also sad for Harry as she puts the leaflets in the bin.

Shortly, Andy and Miguel will be coming in for their scene, but before that happens, the Drugstore Girl takes an upturned coffee cup on a saucer and slides it towards me. No teasing now, just a gift - a green jelly-baby! Which happens to be my favourite flavour. The masks can't possibly hide facial expressions as well as we hope, as we grin at each other through my mask and I receive my jelly-baby happily. Then she takes the magazines that are on the end of the counter and pushes them towards me so I can read one if I like. Then Andy and Miguel arrive and are doing whatever they do in the barber section of the shop while the Drugstore Girl watches. Miguel bullies Andy, and then disappears through the phone booth. Does Andy go somewhere briefly at this point? The Drugstore Girl has a minute to be annoyed that Miguel's made a mess of her nice clean counter, which she wipes down, before Andy's back and she's serving him lemonade. And I'm not even jealous, because DRUGSTORE GIRL AND ANDY. ❤ Then they're dancing together, slowly and sweetly at first, before moving to the phone booths and getting bigger and more passionate and I'm still sat on my stool, but I'm sitting on my own feet so I can see them and it's just delightful. Then they're off out of the drugstore! I don't always go with the Drugstore Girl when she leaves the drugstore, but I know where they're going, and I can't not follow. They're sneaking into Temple Studios, they're dancing down the corridor, they're hiding in corners to flirt, they're stopping in spotlights to dance a little more, and then it's Bulldog, which I hardly see any more! Studio 5 is totally crowded, but most people are on the floor so I'm able to move across the sparkly stage to see the action on the bedroom set and then the kitchen set and then the locker room set. Frankie, in his upsetness, announces that the Drugstore Girl could play the bulldog rather than Faye, but as it's a creepy Seamstress today I only feel bad for him, knowing what has happened to him so far and what's yet to happen to him and how no one really is looking out for him at all, not in a nice way, anyway.

The scene finishes, and I make the error of loitering by the stage for easier egress, so I miss what happens in the locker set, but the Drugstore Girl is leaving and she's slipping a piece of paper into the pocket of Andy's jacket, which she's currently wearing. We return to the drugstore, and I'm slightly disconcerted that someone is sitting IN MY SEAT. Except he's not, he's standing next to my seat, but too close for me to really resume sitting for a couple of minutes, but it's okay, it's Harry! He's reading a magazine. And then he's trying to sell the Miracle Salve, singing along to the music coming over the speakers, and dancing a little under the light, and it's a sweet moment, only slightly ruined by the Drugstore Girl then offering Harry a 'strong cup of coffee', on the house. He tries to refuse, but she won't let him, asking if he's going to make her drink on her own, and that's it, Harry's off towards drunkenness again, and - slightly surprisingly - so is the Drugstore Girl. Harry's off into town, and another audience member slips onto his recently vacated stool. The Drugstore Girl offers this person a jelly-baby coffee cup then picks up a nearby Day of the Dead leaflet. She looks at it, and asks them if they will be going to the hoedown. The reply is a firm non-verbal yes. The Drugstore Girl then picks up Andy's jacket from the counter where she left it, and pulls out the piece of paper from his pocket. I'm able to read it from here, and it's a note from Andy, calling her pretty and telling her she should meet him in the tavern as he'd make it worth her while. She places the note back in the jacket pocket, then picks up a napkin holder so she can use its reflective surface to start getting ready for the hoedown. And then Eugene is there! He looks different today, taller and somehow EVEN MORE INTENSE than usual as he explains he's new in town and wonders if he could borrow some napkins. She finishes applying her lipstick, blots it on a napkin, then hands the holder to Eugene, telling him to bring it right back. He takes it away, and ... gosh, remembering is hard, does she then clamber onto the counter to put her skates on? It would be a sensible time to do so. Then Eugene brings the napkin holder back, and leaves again. She finds the page of script that he's hidden inside it very quickly, and looks at it with an expression of not confusion but a sort of kind understanding. She hangs the script page from the bulldog clip on the wall, before picking up the Day of the Dead leaflet and a glass of lemonade and skating out of the store. And then she's out into the town square to dance with the Barman.

As I'm pretty confident in her movements for the next few minutes, I leave the Drugstore Girl and the Barman to finish dancing and collect her boots, and I go round to my usual spot for the hoedown where I get to watch the end of Andy's solo bar dance, which is always a source of utmost joy. And then it's hoedown o'clock, and I am in the unique-for-me position of being too in love with the character I'm following to pay attention to anyone else. When Eugene arrives, the Drugstore Girl greets him happily before directing him to where he'll be standing to dance, and showing him the steps he'll need to be doing, which is the most charming thing. As we get towards the end of the dancing where everyone will be going their separate ways, I head round to the other side of the bar so I can pick the Drugstore Girl up on her way back through the saddlery. But on the way, she surprises me some more - instead of getting up from the floor, worse for wear, and slowly heading out, she hops behind the bar and steals herself some whiskey. She's definitely up for more partying and looks set to go all night, but then gets nervous of the fighting and heads out to the saddlery where she meets Eugene and receives the message that they must be perfect or trapped behind the gates forever. Again, she seems understanding rather than confused, and as he leaves to go back to the grocery store, she starts rummaging through the various cowboy boots, presumably in search of more whiskey. A sudden banging noise distracts her from her search, and she looks up to see "Faye Greener, you baaaaad girl" and Miguel. Have I mentioned how in love with the Drugstore Girl I am yet? She picks up her note from Eugene then leaves the saddlery, bumping into Tuttle who is standing by the fountain, holding his tin and with red paint all over his hands, and looking down in the direction of the motel. "Whatcha looking at, Tuttle?" enquires the Drugstore Girl. He flusters out an answer, claiming not to be looking at anything, and the Drugstore Girl looks at him knowingly, saying "not looking at Faye Greener, huh?" before going back into the drugstore, once more proclaiming him to be peculiar in her sassy but not unaffectionate manner.

This time, I sit on the stool at the other end of the counter, and the Drugstore Girl fixes me with a flirty sideways look. The deja vu is complete when she offers me another lemonade, and this time one of the special stripy straws. She then pours herself a lemonade, and is somewhat disquieted when it comes out pink in spite of being yellow in the jug. We can hear the shouting of William and Andy by the fountain, and she looks worried as she picks up Andy's jacket and quietly asks "boys are always fighting, right?". Then Andy bursts in and comes behind the counter - I can't remember what he was saying, but I do remember she was trying to calm him down, but it doesn't work and he's off out into the night again, having knocked all the postcards over. The Drugstore Girl is sad and despairing, but she's also extremely lovely and charming so about fifteen of us leap to put the postcard stand to rights again. She doesn't even manage to get a look in herself, and as we finish, she says "you're all awesome. I wish I could afford to hire all of you", then picks up a small dish of chewing gum and offers it round to everyone.

Then the Drugstore Girl beckons me to come closer, and I do. She's saying something about there being a party, and she's all excited, and then she's asking me if I want to go to the party. I nod, of course, I'd go anywhere for this woman by this point. She takes off her apron, and takes out her lipstick, asking if I want some. Again, I nod, so she puts on a fresh coat then gives my mask a kiss, leaving a lovely print. Then she gives me the rose that has been sitting with the pinwheels, takes me by the hand, and we're off down to the finale. All the way there, she's squeezing my hand, and turning around to smile at me more (SO MUCH IN LOVE).

The Drugstore Girl takes me to the mound, and then holds me in a proper bear-hug for the necessary squeezing. The murder happens, I throw the rose, then she takes me by the hand again and takes me to a box by the birthday tent. I then get a big warm hug goodbye, and she goes off to dance. The real hazard of following the Drugstore Girl is how sore your face ends up by the sheer amount of smiling that is involved. I swear, my cheeks still ache a bit.

[variousxreader]

i see you said we could send in Koby thoughts… im so obsessed with Koby it’s not even funny. i have an ocxcanon ship with him that ive made over 100 doodles of in a few months and at least 10 pages of dumb thoughts for

i very much hc him as bisexual , usually in my mind he’s cis but i love transmasc Koby too. he’s perfect every way. but i am very much of the opinion he is very muscular either way and dedicates himself to being in the best shape possible.

my oc is a marine so A LOT of my hcs are revolved around a marine s/o who’s his superior. they’re on garp’s ship together and he gets them to talk. oc is a bookworm and has no social skills but Koby is enamored with their insane amount of knowledge and passion for reading and enables their infodumping 24/7, borrows books and they work out together. they get close over their Marineford trauma and eventually cross the friends to lovers bridge because they spend sm extra time together after and understand exactly what’s going on with the other’s mind.

and even though they wouldn’t be able to be together often, I think Koby is a very mature and understanding partner who is able to handle long distance and leaves little notes for his s/o to find, calls them at night once his work is over, and always makes sure to hug them whenever they see each other again. he gets little trinkets for them or a small bouquet of flowers if it’s been longer and will spend the entire night with his attention on them.

i think he’s awkward but well meaning early in a relationship!! scared of messing up or worrying he’s not good enough and still being oh so very shy later down the line. kiss him long enough or pepper his face in little smooches and he will be so!! So embarrassed!! but he loves it… he’s less forward physically but loves to talk and just. look at his so and admire how pretty they are. but I think he loves spooning them and kissing the back of their neck, their cheek and their shoulder at night, or their forehead if they’re facing him. he loves it when they lay on his chest and caress his face. he would be insanely flustered but so tickled by them wearing his shirts or jackets, his old bandana too…

he’s super shy but extremely loving and lovable. i am actually in love with him. no man has ever affected me as much as the existence of Koby and rambling here makes me want to post about him and my character again LOL, thank you for enabling my Koby fixation

Of course!!!! Hes just such a good boy!! I love the marine lover ideas too, but im such a sucker for Koby falling for a slightly older or his age pirate!

Hes so salty he fell for a pirate but he can't help but be so smitten with them lol when i can im writing away for the one shot i mentioned, but that idea spawned a larger fic which accidentally became 2.5k of introduction. Which will allow me to now devolve into chapters of doing whatever i please with the man lmao! It was 100% meant to be smut but i might accidentally turn it into a slow burn romance who knows!

The one shot is now going to be an off shot of the main fic, but being an omegaverse au version. Hell it might not even be a one shot but a mini chaptered fic its self! It could very very well end up as 3 parts or longer

Bi Koby is a dream. My ass really wants to drag him into a reader/ace/sabo/koby relationship thats all levels of debauched.

Theres just something about Koby that makes me primally insane.

Like i fucking love ace and Sabo, but they're so dominant and more sure of themselves (yes even ace) than Koby still

Koby really is the type of man i wanna shake around like a chew toy because hes so precious.

Feral cute aggression w the blorbo.

I shall hug him and squeeze him and call him george,

Also put him into sexual situations that render him fucked absolutely stupid because hes so innocent and sweet and i want to deflower the sweet thing

[legendaryoikawa]

haikyuu boys and your moments with them

note: female reader insert

warnings: tooth rooting fluff, slightly nsfw, mentions of alcohol, some grammar issues because I didn’t proofread this, sorry 😔

starring: bokuto, semi, matsukawa, tsukishima, sakusa, kageyama and goshiki

thank you for 1,7k!!!

bokuto kotaro: unplanned dates + things he do for you

“hey hey hey babe”

“why?”

“let’s go on a date, i miss u���

The little moments with bokuto is something that you will never forget. Those unplanned dates with just him in his sweats and unruly hair. Those date with him at the park with just him lying on your lap, admiring your face with a cheeky smile painting his lips. Or the way his hands playfully trace small circles on your lap playfully.

Those moments with him that’ll make you neglect your schoolworks in an instant because he pulled out a shenanigan on you (with the help of akaashi, so it’ll look convincing that bokuto is really in pain, but surprise bitch, it’s a prank) but truth is he just want to see your face because volleyball has consumed his time. And you’ll just smack him off for scaring you but he’d just kiss you in return. Kisses that are too strong with passion and desire. He gives more to the point you would be drowning with his passionate spirit.

You love it when he does this small thing where he tugs your stray away hair behind your ear. You always ask him why, but instead of answering your inquiry, he’ll just pull out a bouquet of handpicked flowers from the park and will hand to you.

“You ask why? Is it wrong to admire how absolutely stunning you are?”

sjDJHDBJSB DEAD

semi eita: when he invited you to a nearby gig

beautiful boy invited you and you thought you were just dreaming so he flicked you on your forehead 🥰💀

One thing that you should be taking with you especially when you’re going for a gig is a fucking jacket. Regardless of the event being indoors or outdoors, a fucking jacket is a must.

But you might be someone who lives under the rocks and decided to wear a full glam without taking a jacket to warm you off.

Yet, the night is already starting. Night sky is deep with velvety clouds and twinkling stars. Going back would be such a pain and Semi might be annoyed if you’d pull out a grand entrance because you’re so late. Heaving a sigh, you pulled over the venue where the gig is at. You saw him at the entrance with his signature grey hair styled perfectly and his hands stuffed into his jeans.

He gave you a quick look. “Hey.”

You let out a breath, “hey.”

You noticed that there were no people. No noise. Hell, there weren’t a gig to start with. “Semi?”

“I know. But this is the only thing i could pull of just so i could ask you on a date.”

sakusa kiyoomi: when you know you both share mutual feelings but there is something holding both of you back

you and sakusa both know you share some deep seated feeling towards each other yet neither both of you decided to talk about it.

you fell hard for him even more when you were dead shit drunk (yet, you are still aware of everything around you, however you have the guts to act carelessly even around sakusa) and you decided to tease him by sitting on his lap, when you barged into his dorm room after going hom from a sorrority party.

It really took him by surprise at how vulgar you are with your words. How straightforward you were around him. When in reality when you’re sober, you’d never dare to talk to him, let alone straddling on his lap. Or the way you look at him slowly beneath your lashes. No matter how hard sakusa tries to shut his thoughts, but he wishes to see more of this side of you.

He could smell the reek of alcohol on your breath yet he made no complains whatsoever because it’s you. It’s fucking you. And, he’ll never throw a fit even if it disturbs his personal confort zone, because it’s you that we are talking about here. And, you are in a state of vulnerability because of alcohol, now isn’t a time for him to be a brat about hygiene or whatever.

You whispered, “why are you such a stone, sakusa?”

He didn’t quite understand what you meant by that, but he chose to shut up and stare at your deep, tired eyes. Those eyes that captivated him. Those eyes of yours that he wishes to stare more at.

“I like you so much,” you slurred. “You and your bitchiness about people around you. Y-you..” you paused, shifting yourself comfortably on his lap while you gripped on his shoulders.

Sakusa could hear his own frantic heartbeat. Did you really mean it? But he knows, every shit that a drunk says, is nothing but the truth.

“I l-like you l, ya know that?” You grinned and tumbled but sakusa was fast enough to hold you on you waist. He burried his face onto the crook of you neck and whispered but loud enough for you to hear, “i like you too, but you’re disgusting right now.”

The next day was a beautiful disaster. With him and you in bed.

tsukishima kei: a study date with him at the library

having kei as your tutor could be really cold but what choice do you have?

Kei isn’t the type to sugarcoat things just because he wanted to be the type to give sympathy. But no. He will lash out if your essay is shit and he’ll even rub it onto your face that your choice of words aren’t passing his high standards. Not even a bit. That is how Kei is.

Yet, he knows when to stop with his venomous words. Especially when he knows you were having a bad day and so he decided to act more docile so he wouldn’t hurt more of your feelings.

Study dates with him isn’t too romantic because he prioritizes both of your academic success. But there will be time where he will let you snuggle close to him when the library’s air condition is making you cold. Or when he lets you doodle little dinosaurs on his forearms while he watches you under his stern, golden eyes.

“Why do you keep on playing with my hair? You should be studying your biology, dumbo.” He isn’t annoyed. In fact, he doesn’t want you to stop, he’s just too tsundere to admit.

But you know it well that he loves it so you play with his locks even more while leaning over to place a chaste peck on his cheeks.

Kei flipped his book and whispered. “Why do I love a fucking goner?”

kenma kozume: when he immediately hugged you after his stream

Kenma isn’t the type to be suave with words. But he expresses his affection through action because according to kuroo, that is much more cool.

He just finished a stream and gave away his honest review on how this palace dungeon game is. But is didn’t fazed him at all. In fact, he didn’t liked the graphics at all. A solid five for gamer!kenma

What made him scared is that it is already eleven in the evening yet you were nowhere to be found.

But his anxiousness subsided when he heard the familiar clanking of the front bell. And there you stood at the door, looking gloomy and kenma made sure to act up immediately.

It took you by surprise when he stood up from his seat and immediately wrapped you around his body. The familiar whiff of his cologne mixed with his warmth. This is more than you asked for.

kuroo tetsurou: when he makes fun of you because he likes you so much

King of provocation and chemistry nerd kuroo always love to mess up with you. And you can’t find a way to get to him back or?

“You know what?” Kuroo began.

You raised a brow, “what?”

“You’re small.”

“You’re just tall, Kuroo. Now,” you raised a pencil towards his direction, “leave me alone.”

Kuroo clicked his tongue. Now is the time for him to continue on further to pester you. He isn’t being a jerk though, but he just finds it cute especially when you get agitated with just him and his presence. The way your fist curling and he can’t help but to admire your annoyed face. You’re so damn cute but you just don’t even notice the notable fucking obvious.

Kuroo decided to play with your hair but you had other things in mind. To get back at him just for him to get a taste of his own medicine.

You exerted a lot of effort to pull his collar down just to match you eye level with his. You smiled, “is it just playing with my hair that you could pull off, kuroo?”

You’re donw with him concealing his feeling because he has no guts to come up to you. So you did him a favor. Something that’ll distract him for the rest of his day.

matsukawa issei: 3am dance with him

You were washing the dishes at night when you felt two strong arms encircling your waist.

“Hey.”

Matsukawa’s arms encircled your waist as you washed the dishes one Thursday night. The way he hummed the familiar tune of ‘close to you’ while swaing both of your bodies gracefully. You missed him, especially his familiar scent that smelled like home.

He shuffled his feet so he could have more grasp on the hem of your shirt. His thumb caressed the soft skin that showed from his hold.

You grabbed the sponge and lathered it with soap as Matsukawa clinged onto you. It was a peaceful night, with him on your side, the splashing of water and the sound of his lips kissing the crook of your neck.

You smiled as his kisses grow more playful. But Matsukawa wanted to see your face and so he twirled you so he could plant a kiss onto your lips.

You grinned. “Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here Mister Matsukawa.”

He gave you a cheeky smile back, “well, well, well, too, it was a pleasure seeing your beautiful face, Mrs. Matsukawa.”

You decided to play along with him as he swayed both of your bodies in a slow dance. “I doubt. You have plenty of companions at work, right?”

“Oh please. Among all that I’ve seen, i will always choose you.”

kageyama tobio: late night dates with him at the downtown convenience store

He would act like he just wanted milk but truth is, he wanted you more than the milk he’s addicted to.

“You’re such a dumbass, y/n.” Kageyama scolded when you tripped on your feet but good thing he was there to catch you. He resisted the urge to smile as you gave him a cheeky smile and brushed off the incident like it didn’t cut your self esteem. Humiliation? You don’t know her.

You immediately plopped onto the familiar stool of the convinience store after you grabbed ome of your favorite sponge cakes.

“Stop eating the poor cake like there is no tommorow, baka”

You made a face. “Call me a glutton, but these are the best among all sponge cake made.”

Kageyama raised a brow. Confused, he leaned in but you raised the empty container to his face. You suppresed a laugh, “Told you, I’m a glutton.”

He frowned. “I really don’t need to take a bite of that cake just to have a taste.”

“Wha—?”

He kissed you. And you were right. The sponge cakes were tasty.

goshiki tsutomo: walking home with him from the late academy

Nothing’s more enjoyable than having goshiki’s presence with you after going home from a hellish class from the academy.

“I am the future ace! You heard that, y/n?” Goshiki proudly yelled while both of you were walking home from the supplemental classes. You tried to match his energy. Yet, no matter how hard you try, you were just too drained to yell with him.

Goshiki had managed to read you even when you didn’t said it to his face. No words were needed because he knows you well like you were his very own diary. He pulled you by your cardigan to enclose you in his lean body.

He heard him whisper as he burried his nose on your hair. “You can always rely on me, idiot. If you’re tired, then tell me so i could somehow make you happy.”

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