#it's really cool to see something in my regular style move around a little... like IT'S ALIIIVE lol

[viviraptor-art]

"what's this new-age nitwit babblin' about, rex?"

rewatching ygo dm with my gf is the most fun i've had in ages. this started out as just a redraw from the latest ep we watched, but the next thing i knew it was animated ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

og screenshot and some stills under the cut!

[avatar-anna]

Girl Gone Live

this is literally so stupid and so corny, but i don't care i'm here for a good time, not a long time, you know? enjoy!

"Okay, is this working? How do I know this is working?"

You squinted at the screen, feeling older than you actually were as you waited for some sign that the live stream you set up was working. Thankfully, comments started rolling through and the viewer count went up, and then it started to skyrocket, which made you a little nervous.

"I...think it's working! Cool. Well, um, obviously I'm Y/n L/n, and I'm a celebrity makeup artist. I recently did Olivia Rodrigo's makeup for her music video 'Vampire,' and I thought I would kind of walk you through how I achieved that look, I guess."

Before going live, you'd considered making a little script but decided against it. Hearing yourself bumble through the introduction now, though, you kind of wished you had.

No one seemed to be put off by your awkwardness, though. As comments streamed past, you saw some about the music video and Olivia and what it was like to work with her, but there were also a lot about Harry. You weren't necessarily surprised by Harry's fans flooding the comment section because you sometimes appeared in the background of posts from other people on Love on Tour and you'd become known as the tour's makeup artist. Sometimes you posted the looks you did for performances and little videos of you doing makeup before the show. The attention was a little jarring if you thought about it too long, but you decided it could be worse. After all, you were Harry Styles' long-term girlfriend.

But that wasn't what this livestream was about.

Your eyes scanned the comments as they moved a mile a minute, hoping to snag on a question. "Oh! Someone asked how I met Olivia. Um, as some of you may know, I'm currently working as the makeup artist for Love on Tour, and Olivia came to one of the shows, and we just talked for a really long time about makeup, and she asked me to do her makeup for the video a few weeks later."

It was a fun side gig while you were on tour with Harry and his band. You loved touring for the most part, but this was something different and exciting, so you flew back home during a break in the tour to work with Olivia on "Vampire." Harry tagged along, happy to watch you work instead of the other way around for once. He had a grin on his face the whole time as he watched you do your thing, playing assistant, grabbing whatever you needed when you asked, and holding a palette for you while you did Olivia's makeup. Overall, it was a fun shoot for both of you.

You were back on tour now, and since you had a little time to kill, you decided to go live for the first time to talk about makeup. If it went well, you could maybe make it a regular thing, so you hoped people actually watched and were interested.

*.*

Brynn watched her phone intently, pen in hand as she waited for Y/n to name-drop the next product she was using so she could write it down and see if she could afford it later. Not only was Brynn a huge fan of Olivia Rodrigo, but she had been a Harry Styles fan since she was in grade school, and when she got the notification that Y/n was going live, she was one of the first people to join.

"Luxury or drugstore makeup? Good question," Y/n said as she moisturized her face. "Honestly both. I love trying new things and seeing what works for me. When I was starting out, I mostly had MAC in my makeup kit, but now I've branched out a little more and added things here and there. But that's my professional kit, which has all the things I know with certainty will work perfectly for whatever look I'm trying to achieve. My personal one is where I do more experimentation with brands and products and trends. I guess that doesn't really answer the question, so both. I definitely use both.

"And what's cool is that Olivia loves makeup too, so she kind of knew her way around and what products worked best for her," Y/n continued.

She's so cool, Brynn thought as Y/n moved onto explaining how she did Olivia's base makeup. She didn't feel like Y/n was trying to push any particular product on her audience, nor did she hide which products she used. Her explanations were clear and easy to follow, and she even gave alternative products when she used one that was on the pricier side.

"Olivia loves herself a glowy base, and we really played that up because of the song. So to give her that Cullen-esque sparkle, I added some liquid highlighter into her foundation."

Brynn watched intently, wanting to see just how Y/n did it. Then, feeling compelled, she typed a comment. She didn't think Y/n would notice it, or be able to see it at all amongst the thousands of others, but she couldn't help but try to be noticed.

As Y/n blended her foundation in, Y/n smiled. "Someone asked how long it takes to do Harry's makeup on tour. Um...It kind of depends. Sometimes it's hard to actually get him in the chair because he gets so pumped up before he goes onstage. But once he settles enough for me to do it, it goes pretty quick. If he lets me, I get to put a little bit of glowy balm on his cheeks, but that's as creative as I get."

Y/n's smile changed, though Brynn couldn't really say how. It was almost like she was exasperated as she talked about Harry, and Brynn became just a tiny bit jealous that this person on the other side of her screen for knowing him well enough to be exasperated by him. What she wouldn't give to chase Harry Styles around so she could do his makeup. It left Brynn wondering how people even got into these situations.

Y/n finished up her base makeup while she answered more questions about the makeup products she used for the music video and a few about Love on Tour. She talked about her favorite songs and the places she'd been and the people she hung out with before and after shows.

"Oh boy, okay. I'm not a huge fan of bold lip colors on myself, but this is what I used on Olivia," Y/n said as she lined her lips. She'd just finished adding a light, almost haphazard, dusting of shimmer to her eyes, and despite the pixelated live stream feed, Brynn could still see it catch the light. "We wanted this to be the focal point of the whole look because, you know, vampires."

Y/n stopped talking briefly as she applied the lipstick she used for the music video, then shifted from side to side with her hands beneath her chin to show off the finished look. "Not my usual style, but—"

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

For a moment, Brynn thought she was dreaming. Mouth dropped open in shock, she watched as Harry Styles appeared onscreen in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His hair was messy, as if he'd just been sleeping or a storm had just run through it. The video quality wasn't great because it was a live stream, but Brynn couldn't help but think he looked so cute and warm with his sleepy eyes, especially as he stretched his arms above his head, though her eyes nearly bugged out of her head when the waistband of his sweatpants dropped a centimeter. Not even caring that they'd fallen a bit, Harry shuffled forward and sat down next to Y/n and kissed her shoulder. He didn't seem to notice Y/n's phone propped up in front of her, or the look of disbelief and slight horror on her face. Not when she tried to speak to him, and not when he leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

And through it all Brynn watched, feeling like she'd entered an alternate dimension.

"You look cute. I like the sparkle," Harry said, tapping his knuckle against Y/n's nose. She still looked like she was in shock, but when he leaned in—leaned in to kiss her, Brynn realized—Y/n seemed to shake off some of her stupor.

"We—We're not alone," she said, gently resting her fingers over Harry's mouth to stop him.

Brynn didn't want to tear her eyes away from Harry and Y/n, but she darted her gaze down to the comment section, which confirmed everything. This was no dream, this was really happening, and everyone who was watching was losing their minds.

"What do you mean, lovie?" Harry asked, brows furrowing, clearly confused by Y/n's odd behavior. He finally looked at the camera, his brows shooting up when he realized that Y/n was live streaming all of this. "Oh."

"Yeah 'oh.'"

"I thought you were on the phone—"

"I wasn't!"

"Well, how was I supposed to know! You didn't tell me. And since when—"

"Harry put a shirt on!"

Brynn watched their bickering in a daze, waiting for the inevitable end of the live stream. To her surprise, though, Harry grinned a little before taking Y/n—and the whole Internet, to be honest—by surprise and kissing her.

"Are you insane?"

Harry merely shrugged. He leaned in again, but Y/n pushed his face back with the palm of her hand. They began to bicker again, but this time, Y/n scrambled for her phone in the process.

"You drive me crazy."

"Now, I know that's not true."

"Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God—"

And just like that, the live stream ended with a wink. Brynn stared down at her phone almost as if she was waiting for Harry and Y/n to reappear on her screen. They didn't, and she was left sitting alone in her bedroom, wondering what the hell had just happened.

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 3/14/2023

So. The fanfic.

Man, when I started writing fanfic, I would just think up a story and write it, no plan, only write. It was fun. I think most people write fanfic this way. Anyway, I don't know if my brain broke, or if I just used up all my good material, or what, but the more fanfic I wrote, the more work it takes. I am now a regular outliner, even though I hate it. Anyway, I have reached a new level of Using Things I Learned in English class, in the sense that I think I'm going to actually make a second (third?) draft.

I hate this for me.

Anyway, the upshot is that I've got, like, 90% of the scenes written. There are still 4 that need endings (including the final one), and I think I might need a few more scenes, but I'm not sure exactly what they should be. I have some notes for what they might be. I realized while writing this that the penultimate scene/chapter of a fanfic is often the most important one, and I'm not happy with the one I have, so I gotta figure that out.

In any case, though, the problem I have at the moment is that, partially as a consequence of writing this thing one sentence at a time, is that it's not necessarily coherent. The first thing I need to do is actually read it, top to bottom. Some of the scenes need to get moved around chronologically (I knew this when I wrote them). I need to figure out if this thing has any sort of trajectory or arc to it. If I can do that, I think it will help me figure out what scenes I still need, and how to end the ones I need to end. I am mildly embarrassed, but I think I am going to start yet another doc for this, but maybe if I call it a "draft", it won't be so bad.

I feel like once I get to the other side of this process, I'll have the end in sight and I'll feel a lot better about this thing, but it's very intimidating at the moment. Among the worst writing feelings I have is "there is something wrong with this story and I don't know how to fix it" and I know I have to pass through that valley.

Weekly numbers: Current word count is 15,457 (which includes a few hundred trash words). I guess I didn't write down my exact word count last week, but that somewhere on the order of +2000-2400. I guess that also includes some that were pasted over from the original doc. It doesn't really matter, a lot of those words were hard fought, and I feel okay about the amount of effort I put in this week, especially considering I had other stuff going on. I also wrote 500 words on the spicy fanfic.

I said I was going to draw this week and I didn't do a lot, but I did do a couple of Mike Mignola skull studies. Little P said these were "some cool skulls, Mom", which was nice, since she hated my Menos ("I don't like the hands. I don't like the witch nose. I don't like them.") Anyway, a lot of improvement between sketch 1 and sketch 2 and I finally found an excuse to use my "photocopy error" brushes. Gonna try to do a few more of these, maybe even see if I can manage to do an actual drawing in this style.

Hrrrnnnngggh, did I promise you a preview this week? This would be easier if I had already read the fanfic, the thing I have been dreading.

UGH, brb.

Okay, I'm back, I found one that'll do. If you missed it last week, this story is about the time Rukia and Renji spent at the District 70 Consolidated Shinigami Recruitment Station, trying to get pre-approval to travel north and take the Shin'ou Entrance Exams. The title is either going to be Go Places or Stay with Me, Go Places, I haven't decided yet. Either way, it's after the New Pornographers song that I listened to incessantly while writing this.

They have each been given a set of practice clothing-- sturdy cotton kimonos and hakama. Even though she’s wearing the smallest set Mr. Mochida had, Rukia’s hakama are pulled up under her armpits and still drag on the ground. This is somewhat humiliating.

Renji, on the other hand, looks perfect in his, like whoever invented hakama did so with him in mind. Furthermore, he’s holding an actual wooden practice sword like he died with one in his hands. Renji has been habitually picking up sticks and swinging them around the entire time she’s known him. It is obvious to Rukia that he belongs here, that he was meant for this. His face looks like all his dreams have finally come true.

Mr. Mochida holds his own sword expertly and calmly. “Go ahead,” he says, patiently. 

Renji runs at him swinging.

Mr. Mochida blocks the blow, pushing Renji off to one side. He shakes out his sword arm. “Good. Again.”

Renji has no skill at swords, but he has a lot of enthusiasm, and he has a lot of strength. Mr. Mochida doesn’t seem to have even broken a sweat by the time Renji is panting and exhausted, but he claps her friend on the shoulder and tells him he has a lot of talent.

Don’t tell him that! Rukia wants to scream. He’ll be unbearable!

“You’re next, Miss Rukia.”

Renji comes to take her place on the sidelines as Rukia takes up her own sword. It’s puny compared to the one Renji carries, and it’s still too long for her.

“You can do it,” he tells her. “You just have to push part of yourself into the sword, make it stronger.”

She nods, as if that makes any damn sense.

Rukia tries to imitate Mr. Mochida’s stance, knees slightly bent. She contemplates the weapon in her hands. It’s not a rock or a shard of glass or even a shiv. It’s just for practice, but it’s the size and shape of a weapon and you can certainly hurt someone with it. You and me, Rukia thinks at the sword. We can do some damage, you and me.

Push part of yourself into the sword. Maybe that’s not such nonsense after all.

She charges.

[lionessinarms]

The Months in Between chapter 2

It's early morning at the Shop. Some of the regular customers, including Flarrietta and Flarry, are knocking at the door. Ember is the first one to greet them. "Uhh, you know we're not open right?"

Flarrietta responds with some sass, "We're fully aware of that but we want to know what you guys are planning on doing with the Shop?"

Another regular chimes in, "Yes, yes, we want to know when it will be open again, we need supplies." The rest of the crowd agrees.

Bernie steps out from behind Ember over hearing the conversation, "Everyone don't worry we are planning on reopening the Fireplace." 

The regulars cheer but Ember looks down at her Àshfá all concerned, "Dad I really don't want you to work anymore."

Bernie turns to Ember, "I'm just going to help with the transition don't you worry." Bernie then turns to the crowd to ask loudly, "Who wants to buy the Fireplace! It's for sale once it's rebuilt!"

The regulars and Ember gasps then Flarriette and Flarry yell, "We will!"

Bernie invites them in to talk business. Then turns to his daughter, "Ember, organize the rest of the crowd to help with the clean up for the grand reopening."

Ember burning bright says, "You got it Àshfá!" Then she turns to the crowd. "Let's get to work everyone!"

It's almost the afternoon and the community has made quick work with the clean up with Ember's directing. Cinder and some Firish women are working on getting some food prepared for lunch in the now clean deli area behind the counter. The Fireplace is really a centralized hub for Firetown. Getting it up and running was essential and hard work is no stranger to the Firish. Bernie and Flarry work on moving the giant cauldron in it's right place. Bernie relights the big Blue Flame from the small lantern that Wade and Ember were able to keep safe from the flood. Just as the Blue Flame is burning bright another light source cuts in and catches Bernie's attention. It's Ember's beautiful glowing yellow light. She's looking at who just walked in the shop. It's Wade.

"Sorry I'm late, it was really hard getting an air lyft this morning." Wade looks around at all the work, "Wow this is looking really great."

Ember runs up to Wade and gives him a big hug. Resting her head on his chest. "I'm happy to see you."

Wade does a slight laugh and softly tells her while hugging her back, "I can tell."

Bernie looks at the pair as Cinder walks up to her husband and puts her arm around him. "Oh Bernie, Have you ever seen her burn that bright?" Bernie sadly admits, "No."

Just then the little Earth kid, Clod, bursts through the door. Unafraid if he was going to get kicked out. "EMBER MY QUEEN ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?!"

Everyone stops and turns to look at Clod. Ember and Wade are still hugging. Ember yells in surprise, "CLOD!"

Wade's confused, "my Queen?"

Clod looks over at Ember and Wade in an embrace. There is a bit of steam rising from the couple's chemistry syncing. Clod is slowly realizing what going on and says, "Heyyyy, I thought you told me Elements can't mix."

Ember still holding Wade looks to him and says, "Well I was wrong." Wade smiles at her.

Clod playing it cool looks at the ground and does a kick goes, "Awww well, you were too old for me anyways."

Ember turns a bit purple and yells, "WHAT!"

Everybody laughs including Wade. Flarriette walks up to Clod, "Hey kid, want to help rebuild this Shop?"

Clod gets excited, "My first job? Here? Heck yeah!"

"You're hired! I like your style."

"Thanks."

Ember puts her hand on her head and shakes it. Wade tires to hide a giggle. Ember then turns back to Wade, grabs his hand, and tells him, "Come on I want to teach you something."

Wade replies trying to hold back some laughter,  "Yes my Queen."

Ember returns all seriously, "Please don't call me that."

Wade laughs and shakes his head at how ridiculous that sounds.

Ember takes Wade up the the Blue Flame, "This Blue Flame has been in my family for generations, it's hold all our traditions. It's one of the few and very important things that my parents brought with them from Fire Land."

Wade goes, "Wow it's beautiful."

Ember grabs a log from underneath, breaks it in half with her fire, and hands a half to Wade. "Each day we think of what we're grateful for and humbly pray for something new."

Wade asks, "Does it work for Water?"

Ember tells him with a smile, "Only one way to find out."

"Do, you have to pray out loud?"

"You don't have to." Then she silently bows her head to the stick then tosses it in the fire. The Blue Flame sounds delighted to have another fresh log.

Wade does the same thing as Ember, "Okay here it goes." Wade thinks about how grateful he is to have Ember in his life and prays she keeps burning bright. As he opens his eyes he is careful to keep as much water with him as he can. He raises the stick up a little too high and it just drops in the fire. The Blue Flame flickers but it's not out. Wade freaks thinking he put it out though.

Ember reassure him, "It's okay, it's not out, that was just a little rough."

Wade taking a deep breathe out, "I was so worried my water was going to get in."

"We had a back up Blue Flame in the lantern just incase." Ember points over to her mom holding up the tiny Blue Flame.

Cinder then yells to the crowd, "Lunch time!"

As the day goes on the shop is almost cleaned up, ready for the big repairs. The sun is setting and most of the regulars have already left for the day. Ember yells out, "Thank you!" as they leave. She looks over to Wade and she sees him crouching down whispering something to her mother. They both giggle. Ember wonders what are they up to?

Bernie then asks, "Ember can you give me a hand in the basement?"

Ember, "K."

After a while Ember walks back upstairs to the shop floor and no Wade in site. Just her mom humming and sweeping the last remaining debris.

"Mom did Wade leave?" She asks.

Cinder goes, "Hmm? I don't know, he might be upstairs?" Then she goes back to sweeping and humming.

Ember senses suspicion but goes upstairs to check. Ember enters her bedroom, no Wade but then sees a glass of familiar blue water with a note on her night stand. She grabs the note and reads aloud, "Ember, Meet me up at the place where our relationship first took off like a hot air balloon, Love Wade." Then she realizes, "The roof."

Wade paces a bit up on the roof. The sun has set and you can see the bright lights of Element City twinkle. Wade has set up a picnic blanket by candle light with some of Ember's favorite Firish snacks. He hears Ember's foot steps and picks up some drinking glasses. Ember turns the corner and sees Wade giving that dorky grin he does.

"Surprise." He raises his shoulders up.

Ember giggles, "What's all this?"

"Well, it's been like two days since our last date."

Ember give him a sly look as she steps forward, "Uh huh."

"And I ask your mom what your favorite snacks and drinks are and figure we could use a break." He finishes shyly. Hoping this isn't too little for Ember.

Ember laughs, "This is great, just what we needed after a long day of work."

Wade smiles and puts his hand out offering her to sit first. Ember gives Wade a loving smile. They both lean up against a wall side by side. Wade pours Ember her favorite soda and she says, "Thank you. Hey when was our first date exactly?"

Wade thinks for a second, "I always thought it was the movie?"

"Yeah but you did get me in to the Windbreakers game."

Wade takes a bite of some fire-flakes, "Well you also chased me across the City. Does that count?"

Ember laughs, "Sure why not."

Wade then asks, "What about the future?"

"What about it?"

Wade bashfully, "You see yourself being married someday?"

Ember turns bright yellow and gives Wade a playful slap on the arm, "Is that what you and my mom where whispering about?"

Wade protests, "Hey, No I'm just asking."

Ember sighs and relaxes. Wade shrinks back down lowering his defenses. "Someday." She replies, "When I'm ready."

"Oh." He pats his hand on his knees nervously, "What about kids?"

Ember turns bright yellow again, "What is with you tonight?"

Wade in his defense and classically saying what he feels, "I just want to point out that your beautiful light is glowing yellow, not purple, and that means you're happy we're having this talk." Ember rolls her eyes at him unable to hide her smile. "Come on Ember, we're in our mid twenties, in love, it should be okay for us to have these conversations. It's not like I'm proposing right this second. Your parents seem interested in knowing and actually I'm curious too. Are you?"

Ember sighs again, "You're right, I am happy we're talking about this." She takes a deep breathe in and relaxes into Wade's side looking up at the stars. "I've always wonder what it would be like having another sibling around." She turns to Wade, "What is it like?"

"Pfft, awful at first. Growing as the middle child I felt like I never got enough attention." Wade then gets a little sad, "But, when my dad pasted having them there really help us all grieve. A big family is a pain sometimes it really helps to have them around when times are tough." 

Ember feels guilty she brought up a painful memory, "I'm sorry Wade, I can't even imagine what it would be like if I lost my Àshfá that young."

Wade softly, "You teaching me Tìshók' has really helped me heal from that." He puts his arm around her and gives her a side hug. "Thank you."

Wade then suggests, "How about we talk more about the past?"

"Okay? What do you what to know?"

Wade half joking half serious, "Like if I'm in danger from some crazy ex Firish guys I should be concerned about."

Ember bursts out laughing, "My dad really scare you that much?" Once Ember catches her breathe from her laughing fit she continues, "I never really dated past middle and high school. My dad was always too harsh and scary with them as you can tell."

"Oh I can tell."

Ember laughs again, "Firish boys are so hot headed and my mom never smelled love on me so it never lasted more then just up to a Firish kiss, nothing ever serious." 

Wade asks, "What's a Firish kiss?"

Ember turns yellow for like the millionth time today. She slowly turns to face Wade and can see that he's being serious. "What? No. You're joking?"

Wade laughs a bit but reassures her, "I'm serious I have no idea." Wade then smiles and dares to inch closer, "Can you show me?"

Ember's yellow glow fades as she thinks to herself what if they can't? It's such an intimate kiss. What if her fire does actually does burn him?

Wade sensing her discomfort backs off immediately. Just because they are in love doesn't mean he can push being physically so quickly. He puts his hands up, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's really worried he screwed up.

Ember snaps back to her senses and explains to Wade, "No, no it's okay I was thinking if my fire would hurt you."

Wade relaxes with a smile. Relieved he didn't mess up, "Here, give me your hand."

Ember holds out her hand palm up. Wade takes one of his hands and places it underneath hers, palm up as well, but they aren't touching yet. Wade takes his left hand and has his fingertips float above her palm. He then gentle flicks some of his water droplets on to her hand. Her hand sizzles but she doesn't pull away or feel pain. "Did that hurt?" He asks.

Ember stares at her hand in disbelief that she just saw water droplets hit her and it did not cause pain, it's actually tickled a little. "No, not at all."

Wade then takes both his hands together and completely engulfs Ember's hand. He slowly adds more pressure, more then he would like. Ember's light still strong as is passes through his hands. "How about now?"

"Just pressure from you squeezing but no pain from your water." She admits.

"And I don't feel like you're burning me at all, never had. I guess whatever we do it would be just like any other couple from the same Element." He releases his grip and then he pops up his head remembering something. "Wait! I just realize I can prove what I'm saying, tomorrow."

Ember looks up at him glowing yellow again having no clue where he is going with this. "Uhh, what?"

Wade laughs and winks at her, "Don't worry, not what you're thinking." Wade gets some thought bubbles but Ember doesn't notice.

Ember changes gears, trying to be clever as she jokes, "Okay Romeo, what about you? Any past relationships I should be terrified of?"

Wade gets serious all of a sudden. He can't make eye contact with Ember yet. He leans his back on the wall. Ember notices how serious his is being and watches him closely waiting for him to speak. Wade opens his mouth as first but then pauses to think about what he is going to say. Then he speaks. "Hey can we promise each other something? Especially now that are we know we love each other?"

Ember doesn't know where he's going with this but says, "Yeah of course."

Wade takes a deep breathe out, "I don't want to hold on to secrets and what I about to tell you is one of the biggest mistakes of my life." Ember nods encouraging him to continue. "I was 16, it was right after my dad died, I got drunk at some party, and apparently slept with an ex." Ember looks a bit surprised but stays quiet. "I can't remember anything about that night just when I came to I rushed out of the room terrified. Some guys saw me and started laughing. I booked it home and luckily I had my big brother Allen there to help me out. It's like the second hardest time I've ever cried, other then my dad passing. I'm sorry for telling you this but I didn't want to keep that from you moving forward in our relationship." Big tears are starting to form in Wades eyes. "It's not something I'm proud of at all."

Ember is slowly processing all that Wade has told her as he starts to cry. Her face softens as she puts her hands on Wade's face so he can look into her eyes. "Hey. I'm not going to hold something you did as a kid and grieving against you, Okay." She takes his head and hugs him close to her. "Thank you for being honest with me."

Wade hugs her back and says through his tears, "That really mean a lot to me Ember thank you." Wade surprisingly calms down quick. Probably something about getting a hug from your girlfriend that does that. "You know I really look up to my brother Allen and his wife Eddy. They have a great marriage. We should go on a double date with them sometime."

Ember likes the sound of that, "Sure that would be great." Ember then whispers to Wade, "So about that Firish kiss?"

Wade perks up almost too enthusiastically that it makes Ember giggle. "What do I need to do?"

Ember whispers, "Close your eyes." Wade does what he's told as Ember gently take ahold of the back of his head and leans on in. Wade follows Ember's lead on the kiss and it's as you'd expected it to be. A Firish kiss is a French kiss. It surprises Wade at first but then he boldly takes over the lead with his hand on Ember's cheek. His thought bubbles are going crazy but Ember thinks is just their chemistry. It's their first make out secession when all of a sudden soft steps up the stairs can be heard.

"Ember you up there?" Bernie yells from the bottom.

A now purple Ember has never jumped up so fast in her life. She runs to the top of the staircase to greet her dad before she catches him crashing the date Wade made for them. Poor Wade is left there sitting speechless, holding his breath. "Sorry just wanted to get some fresh air after a long day, ha ha, I'll be down soon."

Bernie just looks at her, "Okay just didn't know if you went out with Wat-* clears his throat* Wade or something." Then he turns to head back down the stairs.

Ember looks over at Wade. Wade blows out a long stream of steam out of his month. "You okay?"

"Oh we call that a wet kiss." Wade states with a dreamy laugh, "But that's the best one I've ever gotten, so steamy."

Ember happily freaks out and tosses a empty drink can at him, "I knew it!" Then goes to tackle him.

Wade puts his hands up, "Hey, I really didn't know! Come on no fair. But seriously let's head back down before I get into really trouble."

"Ha ha ha, yeah good idea."

Author's Note: Fire flakes, steam, and playful hits XD. Update next week, maybe earlier. ;)

[thespianinthebackcorner]

I don't think y'all realise just how different Inklings and Octolings are from humans. Like yes they have a human shape but if you take into account all the biological differences then you'd realise if Splatoon hd any more of a realistic artstyle they'd look like a villain of Doctor Who made to explain why we have the uncanny valley reflex. Just based on my own observations and a little bit of cephalopod knowledge this is all the differences I can find (long post inkoming):

They have tentacles instead of hair. Obvious, I know, but if you saw that irl it'd be weird as hell.

Said tentacles can change colour at will and even glow.

If you follow regular cephalopod logic they should be able to move said tentacles at will too.

Octoling tentacles have already been shown to move on their own the way octopus arms do, since there are brain cells inside each arm. (Marina's hair moves on its own.)

Their skin is extremely thin and smooth, so it'd look like they constantly have an unnatural layer of makeup on or something because their skin doesn't have the trademark roughness and layers that humans have.

They don't have hair. And I know this is basic but this affects them to a much larger extent than you'd notice- they don't have eyelashes (which the game cleverly avoids you noticing with the black mask around the eyes), small hairs on their arms and legs, and they don't shed hair the way we do either.

Speaking of the black mask, it's actually quite thick in width, especially on Inklings, and takes up a fair percentage of their face.

They don't have bones. They seem to have a bit of internal skeleton, since they seem to have spines (and squids do have skeletons, just not made of bone) but they don't have bones the way we do.

speaking of, that lack of bones means they're insanely flexible. Like hyperflexible to the point it would absolutely be considered a medical condition from a human standpoint- I have hyperflexibility and there are things they do that I would never be able to. S2's box art is a good example of this, the main girl's knee is almost bent flat.

Their ears are huge. Like just as a guesstimate your average Inkling ears are 5-10cm out from head to tip, and that's probably wrong. Their ears are also soft and flexible enough that they can easily be pinned back by human-style headphones.

They're majorly ink, so they're extremely light and can easily jump over each other without trying. And they're supposed to be regular human height, so your average Inkling or Octoling could jump over you no problem unless you're like a hundred eighty cm.

Being so light also means they fall slower, which would be extremely weird to see if one just jumps out of a tree and practically floats down compared to how fast humans fall.

despite being light, they're really strong- while heavy weapons like Tents Missiles and the Heavy Splatling weigh them down a bit, they have no problem carrying one unless it's firing. And they can withstand the kickback of high-powered chargers. The kickback of most guns like that that we have will tear your arm off.

As far as I'm aware their teeth aren't separated. It's descendant of a squid's beak (and whatever the octopus equivalent of that is) which is pretty similar to some bird beaks (hence the name) so they don't have separated teeth. It's just a line of bonelike material (yes this disturbs me too)

their blood is blue. Not many of them have their mouths open in promo art but cephalopod blood is blue, and those that do have their mouths open in official art usually have a fairly cool colour on the inside- if it's not blue, it's a navy green or something like that because of their ink colour. Frye is a great example of the blue blood, it's really obvious with her.

To that extent, if you flirted with one it'd probably look like they have severe hypothermia because they'd blush blue instead of red like we do.

did I mention they shapeshift in one of the creepiest ways possible? We all remember the weirdass photos people took in S1 of Inklings mid-shift with their eyes open. That would be extremely weird to see irl

speaking of the shapeshifting, they've somehow managed to engineer their clothes and weapons so that they shift with them :/

They can't touch water without it damaging them, although they still seem to need it in moderate amounts to survive the same way we do. A lot of people ask why there are so many Inkling cities and stages built around water and it's partially because of us, they inherited the ruins we left behind and rebuilt it their own way.

they don't have lips. On humans lips are parts of our mouth turned outwards, but they don't seem to have them. The edges of their mouth do work a little similarly, and they do use like lipstick n stuff (Fuzzy Octolings do and it looks way too good on them) but as far as I can tell they don't have lips the way we do.

Their eyes can have three different colours.

not a biological thing but did y'all notice they only seem to wear socks with sandals

their canines are weirdly placed (and I know I said that their teeth are just a solid line but bear with me here). Some Inklings have three canines, two on the upper row where we have them and one in the centre on the bottom. Octolings only seem to have two, one on the upper left and one on the bottom right. Some Inklings have four canines the way we do.

their pupils aren't always black. Depending on their eye colour they can be a dark blue which is interesting

they seem to be able to control their eye colour and skin tone the way they do with ink, implying they have absolute control over every type of pigment in their body

some Octolings have the peanut-shaped pupils like Marina does and some don't???

Some Octolings may have a source of poison, they're descendant of the Blue-Ringed octopus because they have rings of their own on their tentacles (Side Order highlights this well) but whether or not the toxins carried over is a mystery

They're cannibals btw. No problem eating squid, and Marie makes comments in every game about calamari rings being tasty

They're ever so slightly bioluminescent, you can see it in Splatfests cause they cause a blueish glow on the floor whoever they are

The rings on Octoling tentacles seem to glow on their own, Special charged or no

Seemingly at will with enough energy they can begin glowing quite brightly with an effect that makes them look like they're on fire

This also gives them the strength to unleash hyperstrength or enhance them to a point where it causes damage to others (Pearl using her special strength with the princess cannon, Captain 3 using hyperstrength to throw a giant lawnmower like a kilometre away and then proceed to use the thing in midair)

It also seems to serve as a backup reserve of ink since their specials can be used even if their ink tank is empty.

Please do not underestimate the hyperstrength part, how many of y'all remember Original Agent 3 just barreling through at least one layer of solid concrete

There are a whole bunch of other things like Super Jumping that I'd love to mention but go more into behavioural territory than physical. Btw regular cephalopods can achieve a similar thing to super jumping by ejecting high-pressure ink, which is probably also how Inklings and Octolings do it

Their fingers and toes are squared instead of rounded like ours are

I'm not even about to go into how fucked up their trachea and vocal systems have to be compared to ours to get the voices they have

They can probably see a different range of colours that we do, maybe even a wider one (and I'm aware that current cephalopods have pretty bad eyesight but evolution for land has to be taken into account)

And that's just what I know with a little bit of basic cephalopod knowledge and my own in-game observations. In videogame world they seem fine cause the artstyle is built around them but in a realistic setting they'd be setting off the uncanny valley alarm constantly. On one hand it would be funny to see someone who's good at realism draw the agents or someone like that but also, again, disturbing as hell. Splatoon has the capability to become a horror series and I am grateful it is not. I'm surprised some of the characters in Smash Bros are so chill around them, considering that the Smash Bros collaborations are implied to be canon to some series (Bayonetta in particular is aware of them, when you scan Splatoon amiibos in the switch version of Bayonetta 2 a little message pops up mentioning the narrator's desire to visit, talk to Sheldon, and maybe get an N-Zap. Idk whether that narrator is Bayonetta herself or something else, I've never played a Bayonetta game).

[littlelioncub43]

Does he deserve anything good in life based on canon? Not really. However, they made the decision to put Chris Evans in a cable knit sweater, so it's time for *cracks knuckles* soft Ransom Drysdale content.

We usually baby-boy-ify everyone here, but this man definitely wants to feel like he's the big boss, the man, the king of his household, and sometimes it feels nice to indulge in it. Because of that, when one day he feels particularly frustrated and out of it after several hours of unsuccessful meetings, you make sure to welcome him home in one of those stereotypical houswife style with a quiet "Welcome home, Mr Drysdale." as you take his coat off.

Of course, we can go the route where he gets his frustration out on you sexy-style immediately, not opposed to that, but-

What if you just spend the evening doing whatever he asks of you until he feels good again... Dinner? Already waiting for him. His tie is annoying him? He obviously needs you to take it off, along with his shirt, and help him change in one of the sweaters. His head hurts? Of course you are more than happy to give him a head massage while he complains about "the new piece of shit writer" he's being forced to work with.

- P!R

See I'm a sucker for manipulation. Giving someone something so you can get what you want, it butters my muffins (and I mean that in the least toxic way possible 😹). Anyway, reader manipulates Ransom into feeling better by babying him without babying him. It veers off into housewife kink territory.

See he needs to be babied, but there are some days where the regular routine just doesn't cut it. Today was one of those days. That's how you found yourself picking out Ransom's favorite lounging clothes, his towel in the dryer so it'll be all toasty for him when he gets out of the shower, and his favorite meal cooling off on the counter.

"Welcome home, Mr. Drysdale," you coo in a calm voice, pecking his lips while you take his coat from him. He's not in a talking mood, and also a little confused but the smell of dinner catches his attention. Before he could say anything else, you're petting his chin with your thumb, "why don't you go wash up for dinner? I'll get everything ready."

He's fumbling with his tie in your shared bedroom when he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. You chuckle when you see the knotted mess of a tie, the sound making him smile ever so softly. You undo it within seconds and take his dirty clothes to the laundry room.

Once he's in the shower, Ransom finally starts to relax a little. A hot shower can do wonders. He shuts off the water and hears the door open and shut. Wiping the steam from the glass, Ransom looks to find his favorite towel neatly folded and waiting for him. When he wraps it around him, the warmth of it has him sighing with relief. Oh yeah, this is what he needed.

He finds you in the kitchen, setting the table while you hum a soft tune. You feel his arms wrap around your waist slowly, trapping you against him. He tucks his head into your neck as he eases into the hug. Ransom wasn't very big on hugging, he did it once in a while so every time he did hold you it made it that much more special. You lay your head against his and fold your hands over his.

"Hey," you say smoothly, "good shower?"

"Mmhmm," he mumbles into your skin with a nod. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," you were practically melting at how sweet he was being. You try to move from his grasp but he tightens his hold. "I gotta get dinner on the table, honey," you chuckle.

"Fine," he huffs but kisses your cheek as he lets you go, "but you're going to sit in my lap while we watch TV after."

"Where else would I sit?" You tease gently, making him grin.

He sits at the head of the table as you bring over the dishes of food. The food looks absolutely delicious, you had perfected his favorite meals over the years of being together and knew when to bust them out. As you make your plates, Ransom can't help but stare at you. Thinking to himself that he's got it, everything a man could ask for right there, wearing the diamond ring he picked out, sitting next to him at the dinner table like it's where you belong.

Hell, he's thinking that it's where he belongs, right there with you.

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[writeouswriter]

Hi! I saw your post about wanting to be tagged in the loot box tag game (that's probably not at all what it's called, but bear with me here, you know what I'm getting at) and whilst I cannot seem to find it atm and my data is nearly gone, I would like to tag you anyway in it, since you seemed so enthusiastic about it. So this is you getting tagged in it. :) If it's one with options, pick your favourite, if it's not, that's also cool, I really want to see what you wanted to share. :)

(Sorry for being such an idiot, I just saw your post and I wanted to know more and make your day a little brighter (hopefully)).

Cheers!

Hi!! And thank you so much for this ask. You're not being an idiot at all, Loot Box Tag Game absolutely is what it's called, alternatively WIP loot box or the like. It's a newer writeblr game I've seen going around lately and I just found all the ones I've seen to be really fun, giving a cool way of getting insight into some people's stories, and like, theoretically while I know I could just do the game and if you like the game, you absolutely should just go for it, receiving an actual tag or ask about it gives my personal little gremlin brain that extra little sliver of motivation/accountability to actually do it. Though now I’m going to forget every word in the English language but hey. So, here we go:

WIP Loot Box Tag Game:

Rules: make up what would be in a limited edition loot/gift box for your WIP/work in progress.

You know I gotta do one for Static House, my 80's horror project about a paranoid horror movie buff convinced he's receiving warnings through the TV static. Jack would love something like this. Top of my head, said loot box would include:

A randomized classic horror VHS tape that may or may not hold secret messages hidden at various points throughout (whether or not you actually have a VCR to play this tape in is a you problem, sorry).

A worn, signed 80's style movie poster of the book

Coupon for a 2 for 1 deal at Zhang’s Video Rental that seems to have expired in 1989

A custom Static House special edition Blockbuster style popcorn bowl

Sticker sheet of “Be Kind, Rewind” style stickers that get increasingly more ominous and bizarre as the sheet progresses.

Then we have Umbrella House Mysteries, my contemporary new adult mystery/adventure/possibly magic realism series about a young college girl forced to move to an eccentric building with an even more eccentric group of tenants. Some things the loot box would probably have would be:

A single preserved butterfly in its own little glass casing and wooden frame

An incredibly detailed anatomical painting of a beetle, with the initials N.D.R. printed in wide graceful brush strokes on the bottom right corner

A box of tarot cards, one of which is turned face up away from the others and bears a startlingly similar resemblance to you... or someone you know

A box of Isaac's colourful/cartoon bandaids

A ship in a bottle, possibly with something hidden inside, if you dare try to find it

A small decorative brass key with no discernible purpose... yet.

A custom t-shirt from Tag’s old band (yes, he was in a band)

A custom coffee mug from The Middle Café

Then lastly for now I’ll go with Alien Abduction and Other Life Goals, my WIP about a regular university student who finds himself entwined in a major government cover up when his conspiracy theorist roommate goes missing under mysterious circumstances and he’s the only one who can find him. A few possible loot box items:

A print copy of Jack’s (no relation to Static House Jack) letter to Braden, still in the envelope, with an extra secret message to decode in each one

A cassette tape with a small snippet of Jack’s audio notes and several pages of drawings and encoded text that happened to slip past the government’s sweep of his room

Jack’s university sweatshirt or Braden’s university tee

A shirt that says: Aliens Want Me, The Government Fears Me or alternatively The Government Hates Me for my Startlingly Accurate Alien Conspiracies or alternatively If Lost, Return to *illegible zivalgo text* or alternatively the 18+ edition: Sex? No thanks. I’m already getting screwed by the government.

Lil custom alien or UFO keychain

Tagging if you’d like: @writting-in-blood, @eccaiia, @karolinarodrigueswrites, @mary-is-writing, @carminasolis, @backburnerdio, @anyone who wants to do this seriously tag me as having tagged you, don’t pull a me, I want to see your loot boxes

[hollyjollybaby]

October 3, 2022

Phew, I always say this at the start of my posts, but I seriously don’t have time to write down everything I want to write down. I think I need to get more comfortable just jotting down little bits here and there instead of trying to write down every detail of everything that I want to say 😂

Last Monday was my mom’s birthday and she took the day off work. She picked up donuts, orange juice and champagne in the morning and came over to my house. We hung out and played with Holly until the afternoon, when Jake came home a few hours early so we could go out to the winery. We had a really nice afternoon, wine tasting and then getting a couple bottles and some goat cheese and bread and having a little picnic by the pretty pond. Our winery is on the absolutely most gorgeous property. Jake left his engineering job for one year from 2018-2019 and worked there, but when I got pregnant at the end of 2019 he went back to his old job. Not that the pregnancy forced his hand- there were lots of reasons the job wasn’t a good fit. aaaanyways lol.

Tuesday was my first day being the parent participator in Holly’s preschool class. It was fun. It was awkward at first to be on a playground with my child and a bunch of other kids and be expected to like walk around and interact with the other kids, and not just play with her, but I fell into the groove of it pretty quickly. And it reminded me of when I worked in daycare except for less stressful. Holly did a really good job at sharing her mommy all day and didn’t get jealous or upset like I thought she would when other little kids wanted to sit near me if I was reading a book or something. It was interesting to see more of the personalities of the other kids in her class. They’re mostly sweet little kids, but there is one with an attitude that I am not a big fan of and some behaviors that I hope she doesn’t teach my kid haha.

Wednesday wasn’t a school day for us, but preschool had their first field trip out to an apple orchard about 45 minutes away. “Field trip” in quotation marks because parents were responsible for driving their own kids there, which was a little annoying since it was a 90 minute total drive. It was cool as far as apple orchards go, they had a playground and a little store where I bought the absolute best pumpkin roll I’ve ever had in my life (it was the first pumpkin roll I’ve ever had in my life) but I wouldn’t necessarily drive 45 minutes for it again. My child is so flipping cute though and once I showed her how, she had a fun time picking apples off the trees and riding in the wagon.

I wasn’t sure if I was going to watch the new Dahmer show but after a few days of friends talking about it, I decided to give it a try last week and I binged all of it in like three days. I definitely could’ve watched it all in one day if I didn’t have a husband and a child lol.

One of my best friends who moved to Louisville a few years ago, came to visit over the weekend, and even though it was only a 24 hour trip we squeezed a lot of fun into it. We colored with chalk outside with Holly and Jake grilled us some delicious chicken. Saturday evening, we got reservations at a cool new bar in town. It’s styled like a speakeasy and it’s literally hidden inside the walls of another bar. There’s a light outside the door and it turns red when they’re at capacity and turns green if you can come in. It’s kept kinda dark and lit with warm vintage lights, the music is quiet and everyone talks at like a regular speaking level. They encourage you to dress nice and they have rules including no hitting on strangers! They have classic cocktails and then they also do the fancy smoked drinks and whatnot. It was a really fun experience and I want to go back with Jake. We barhopped a little the rest of the night, but got home around 10 (👵🏼) and drank wine and watched Netflix. Holly kept calling her “natty” (her name is Maddie) which was really cute.

Just gonna bury this at the bottom here but I have officially lost 45 pounds and gone from size 17 jeans down to a 12 and I’ve actually ordered some 10s because the couple pairs of 12s I just got last week are feeling loose already.

[pbandjesse]

So even with my enthusiasm that today would be great it did not turn out as good and productive as I was hoping. This started last night.

Soon after I finished my post I fell apart. My body was aching so bad and my skin hurt and James says I was moaning in pain in my sleep. So that is very cool and chill. I kept them up a lot and my sleep was just not very restful.

I woke up to give James a hug when then we're leaving. I got up to use the bathroom and would fall asleep for 3 more hours.

I felt. Slightly better. Not a lot. I would feel nauseated and weak for a lot of today. I would try to do things. I picked a few things up. And I had a little cheese and crackers pack for breakfast while I did my knitting.

And I was in a good mood all things considered. Sweetp and me hung out and cuddled up in bed. It was windy out and it was nice to have something to do with my hands.

I thought I would work on some knitting machine tubes for bears. This did not go well.

I think I have already broken it because no matter when I did I could not easily make a tube. It was constant getting caught on it's needles and the hand crank was just making a horrible grinding noise. And I was able to move the hoop by hand but it is not ideal, fun, or easy. So I was a little frustrated.

I spent some time hanging out with Sweetp in the living room. I rested. I thought about sleeping but couldn't get myself to settle down. Instead just watched videos. I made a silly TikTok. I had lunch.

After I had lunch I was a little unsettled. I felt so sad. Just so down on myself. My chest hurt. My arms hurt. I was just not having a good time. I told James and they said they would come home but I wanted them to go see the last baseball game of the season and that coming home wouldn't make me feel better. It would make me feel guilty.

So instead I decided I needed to get out of the house. I drove out to Glen Burnie to walk around value village and get taco bell.

This was the perfect amount of activities. There was traffic out to the thrift store. But that was okay. And when I got there I had fun looking at stuff. I found a beautiful carved wood flower wall art piece. It even has a handwritten card in the back explaining the types of wood. It's so cool and was only $3.

And I got some more thin yarn to see if that would help my machine.

But the best and silliest find is my new mini steamer trunk. With goose pattern. It's so good. It is so silly but I love a goose with a bow. Makes me think of a 90s kitchen.

I struggled a little to carry my goose box. So I headed out after I found that. And went over to taco bell.

I decided to try a few things. Mixed results. My little bean taco is still the best. But I also really liked the cheesy potato bowl I got. I didn't love the cheese roll. Or the potato taco. Which was boring. But I was disappointed in my cinnamon twists which tasted like Windex and were horrible. No idea why sometimes they taste so bad.

I was feeling really tired out. So I was glad to go home.

I got back here and would spend the rest of the night on the couch playing with yarn. Still not great luck with the knitting machine. I think I just need one that is stronger because it's for kids. But I would just work on a regular knitting circle and I'm going to see if I can use those to make some bears. They will be bigger but I think it will be cute if it works. Though they take a lot longer.

James came home from the game a little tipsy and silly and very sweet. They smelled bad but I was still excited to see them. They would hang out with me on the couch until I decided to cut their hair and help them figure out how to style it. They looked so handsome and I love them so much.

I took a long bath. And would paint my toes. And now we are in bed. Thankfully most of my pain has gone away. My legs and skin still ache. But I will survive. I hope tomorrow the sun comes out and it's a little warmer so I can accomplish more.

Wish me luck everyone. Take care of yourself. Sleep good.

[the-firebird69]

As soon as this idea this is about the tire size for the two companies Cushman and wizzer we're going to meet to discuss this because the technology would be the same for this and it would be a motorcycle or scooter depending on what state you're in but it would be electric and geared and it will go about 80 to 90 mph and you could put a license on it for being a scooter or motorcycle and it would look a lot like this, but the motor would be where the big Open spaces and it's kind of funny because they use the one on the hub and they're not reliable and you can't do it for too long unless it's built with decent steel our sons is built with stainless. And this is a great idea what we want to do is to build this as an electric motorcycle but use the frame for the Cushman desert salt flats version and usually Cushman or use the wizzer frame and what you would have here would be a motorcycle and you could also put pedals on it and it would be a moped it's pretty much taking the motor out and putting in electric motor.

And we want to put that forward to them then he's saying we should make this model right here and this is what he was starting to make with the hard times company but the other two want to do it and it's going to be lithium and you guys want that and stuff.

But at Hard Times motorcycles this would be a motorcycle and we're going to offer it as such and if they accept as a scooter in some places we're going to do that but it will get about 650 miles per charge and it will look almost exactly like this but it'll have a electric motor and gear system where the spot is it's empty he likes this design because it's very simple and easy to make and you just get on it and go and it won't be that high up and it's kind of a cafe style and it's simple and it's cheap and it's easy to make no frills no fats no muss just some blinkers and a brake light and and you're on and just a regular Speedo and in front light this is not going to be anything complicated about this and yes your battery runs the light and stuff and there's also some other things that we can put on there when it's moving it can run the lights off something else and it's not a PTO it does run off the gearbox and we can do that very simply and it can be an option it saves your energy about 3/4 of what you use. But really the light does not use that much and you would get that much miles and you also be able to go probably about 120 miles an hour the best part it's all recycled material and we're targeting the marks of people who don't have much money and it would start around $950 you might get it lower and if it comes partially assembled it would be about 875 and if it comes I disassembled with the motor is assembled of course it would be about $450. And our son would definitely buy one and we're going to make these now.

Thor Freya

You're publishing now and yeah this this company is my idea and I started it and Hera is running it and has the money and stuff and I don't have a dime but I want to make this work and I know what I'm doing it for

Zues

Us ok us

Trump

We and us. This company is version will be awesome but ours will as well and we think we can beat it on the mileage because his will be a little heavier maybe and he says nope and his will be faster and we need that and he says he can make it a little bit faster with one more gear but it's going to be super fast already but it's going to look really cool we see it too and he's been looking at that and there's a dirt bike version he's going to make this about 100 bucks cheaper across the board but it's also an Enduro they said that's true too we're going to do this now and it is for us

Bja

He's making it for us and we're pleased and it's going to work and it's recycling stuff in our areas I'm going to make sure it goes there I'm going to help make these and manufacture them and and assemble them and we've done this work for a long time you need to do it now and he wants to set it up right now

Jenna

This is exactly what we needed and it's like a triple edged sword all over the place what we need to do this really for us an electric is what we need and we need it now I'm going to start making these things I need to know where and he needs to know where so he needs to talk about it with our people he says because it has to get done and we can start today we'll have the factory up and running tonight I said no way and he says Yahweh which which thing do you want to make is probably the electric bike and you're right and we can put a regular motor in it too so I'm getting into this I think that's cool it's kind of like right up my alley and he says this is right up your alley it's interchangeable it's simple it's fast you can make a dirt bike by putting different tires on it I'm going to get ready and I'm going to do it now

Jason

I'm excited this is an awesome idea I'm thinking about my Cushman go but those are smaller bags and their scooters and girls love them and they already called me and they went nuts and they're hitting them in the head and saying no they want that one

Bja

It's for you

Zues Hera

Great publish it DJ Jenna Trump Sarah Jason Lily Dan Alicia Tricia and some other guy who's small and has black hair who's dresses husband

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'm sorry but i'm addicted to our boy Spamton- I have a little unique request here. So this takes place where Spamton just moves in the Queen's mansion, he meets the reader and immediately falls for their kind words and gestures. Weeks pass, and he goes to see them, but catches them talking and hanging out with Swatch.. He gets really jealous to the point of changing his style to match Swatch's

"Oh [y/n]! Have You Met Our Newest Guest?"

"Uh, I don't believe-"

"He's An Interesting Addison Who Made A Big Name For Himself! Ohohoho!" Queen laughed joyously, pausing to sip her glass of battery acid. "I Wonder How He Got So Rich...No Matter. As My Peon, I Order You Greet Him......Whenever It's Convenient For You."

"Sure thing. I'll go now." With a respectful nod, you set off to the mansion's guest chambers to meet this newcomer. You've lived here for a long time--and somewhat reluctantly since Queen decided to make you one of her peons one day. But life was actually pretty good.

It wasn't like you had anything better to do, so if she needed someone to help her with plans that..didn't seem all-that urgent, you'll offer your assistance. She let you stay in the mansion for free and never made you do anything if you weren't feeling up to it.

For a tyrannical ruler she was rather kind.

Yet you didn't wanna take advantage of her hospitality, so you'd just listen to whatever she says. And if she wants you to meet this celebrity as part of her endless lists of requests, then you'll happily oblige. But you were eager too since you've seen his face on TV a lot. It felt like an honor.

After wandering the corridors of deactivated puzzles, Mona Lisa-esque portraits, and meticulously-placed pottery, you finally arrived at the guest rooms. You hummed a small tune as you passed by each one, stopping when you noticed one door was open.

Peeking inside, you saw the Addison still setting up things. A phone was tucked between his shoulder and ear as he moved a box whilst rambling to whoever was on the other end of the line.

"Yea! I promise I won't let you down, okay? Soon I'll be bigger than ever before! I know I'm already a big shot but....haha, yeah, I shouldn't get carried away. Okay. Right..we'll discuss more of this tomorrow. Thanks!"

After hanging up the phone and returning it to the receiver, he finally noticed you and smiled. "Hey, hey! Haven't seen your face around here yet. But surely you know mine, right?"

"Yeah." You smiled, not wanting to shy away from talking with him. "Spamton, right?"

"Everybody's favorite number-one rated salesman!!" He laughed. "It's good you know me..'cuz soon ALL of Cyber World will know my name! It's a pleasure to meet you...?"

"[Y/n]. I'm one of Queen's peons." You shook his hand politely. The energy that radiated from him was so bright. Just as much as his pearly smile was.

Stepping inside, you glanced around at the luxurious furniture. He definitely got the higher-class rooms, with the addition of a large window that showed the neon green meridians that stretched across the night sky. It was certainly a beautiful view to fall asleep to. "Need help unpacking?"

"Oh--sure!!" At first Spamton seemed surprised by your offer, but he nodded. "If you want, be my guest. And while we unpack, I gotta ask you..how's it being Queen's peon?"

............

Weeks passed, and you've gotten to know Spamton more and more. You realized he was actually a sweet down-to-earth guy all around. Although he was on the phone a lot, he'd make time to hang out with you, so you two became fast friends.

He was truly living the best life. Posters of his car advertisements were littered all over the city, and the Swatchlings attended to his every need. Though one thing was hard to admit, even when it seemed like he had it all:

You were his only friend now that everyone else is intimidated by his status--as they would shy away from conversing with him--and the Addisons, well, abandoned him out of jealousy.

Obviously that made him worry about driving you away, especially when he's on the phone nonstop. But...the fact you've been so kind to him in every word and gesture, treating him like a regular person and not some untouchable celebrity, was quite endearing. Most admired him for his products, not his personality.

Your kindness made him fall for you hard and fast, ever since day one. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea; to let it get in the way of his business.

But what the hell? He was a big shot! He can afford to go a bit bigger and take more risks. Living in this mansion with someone who loved him would be the perfect dream.

There was a much bigger dream that his valued caller insisted he focused on, but that can come later.

So this morning, Spamton set out to find you to address these feelings once and for all. Yet he was rather nervous. Addisons were most confident in selling products, not so much...everything else. But he didn't wanna back down. He kept smiling no matter what.

As he checked inside the color café that he usually frequented, he saw you eating at the table. He noticed you weren't alone but with Swatch, talking and...

Laughing with them?

And just like that, his smile faded much like his hope.

Of course, the head butler had their ways to swoon people. He tried not to think of it as anything more than just their personality. It's just their way to entice returning customers.

That's all...right?

Spamton ducked behind one of the displays, listening in on your conversation to determine if he should proceed or not.

"By the way, we've known each other for a while and..I've always wanted to ask you something.."

"Yes? What is your inquiry?"

He held his breath. This is exactly what he feared. Knowing that you've been here longer, it's obvious you'd be closer to that damn bird-

"Your outfit."

Then he exhaled shakily, relieved. 'What are you getting so worked up for, idiot?' He thought in the back of his mind, but he continued eavesdropping.

"Did the Queen make it or give it to you? It's very stylish and really makes you stand out from the other Swatchlings."

"Ah, in fact I decided this look for myself." Swatch chuckled softly, raising a wing to adjust their glasses. "The tailor did marvelous work with my vision: black suit, tinted glasses. Very fashionable, is it not?"

"It is. I like it a lot."

"Why thank you. I see why our Lady Grace admires you. Just for that compliment, I'll give you a discount on any of our products in the gift shop."

"Should be every day if you ask me." You joked, earning another chuckle from them.

Seeing all of this and the way you two spoke like close friends was a jab in Spamton's heart-shaped object. 'So [y/n] likes people who stand out? Well I can stand out, too..' He thought bitterly as he stormed out of the shop without either of you knowing he was there.

Why should he settle with being a blank-slate Addison like the rest of them? He didn't consider himself one anymore.

Today, he told his valued caller, he was gonna be a whole new person.

It would help him get closer to both of his dreams, but there was only one on his mind now.

............

Later that night as you were getting ready for bed, you heard a knock at the door. You huffed in annoyance, assuming Queen needed you for something.

She had a knack for disturbing you at ungodly hours. But knowing better than to ignore her, you went to answer the door anyways-

To some strange black-haired guy in a black suit and white turtleneck sweater.

"Hi, um...can I help you?"

"[Y/n]? It's me."

"....wait....Spamton?"

"Yeah!" The salesman laughed, throwing his arms out and making a pose. "Whatdya think of me now?"

Perplexed, you looked him up and down. He ditched the lime-green pants, instead wearing white trousers. And his hair was slicked back. But what was most peculiar about him were his glasses, tinted with pink and yellow lenses.

Had you not known any better, you would've thought Swatch suddenly shrunk and became robotized.

"Cool but..you kinda look like Swatch a little bit. Was that on purpose?" You mused.

"...haha....yeah uh..funny story. Um.." He dropped the act, losing his trademark grin as he wondered how to explain himself and this sudden transformation. You could tell he wanted to talk inside the room, so you let him in and shut the door.

"I don't recall Queen mentioning any costume contest-"

"It's not a costume." He muttered, uncomfortably rubbing his hands together as he looked at you with sadness. "This is who I am now. The new me."

"..huh? You serious?" When he nodded, you frowned slightly. "I'm confused. You don't look like an Addison anymore-"

"That's the point...! I...I don't wanna be associated with them anymore. I decided to stand out, y'know? If you're gonna be a big shot, ya gotta stand out from the crowd!" He forced a laugh that sounded rather glitchy.

You didn't buy it. It wasn't like him to do this out of the blue.

"Spamton, why imitate Swatch of all people? And why out of the blue like this? I mean..I don't mind if you like their style. But I didn't even recognize you until you spoke."

Try as he might, he couldn't make any better excuses. So seeing that he was cornered made him finally admit his jealousy, overhearing your conversation with Swatch while he was browsing--when he really wasn't, but he didn't wanna come off as creepy.

His voice glitched further due to stress, accidentally blurting out some kind of...flirtatious term as he explained how much you meant to him since day one.

You weren't sure if he meant to say "hot single" on purpose. Though you were flattered that such a famous guy like him...actually had a crush on you, an ordinary Darkner who just fetched the Queen's stick wherever she threw it.

You found it hard to believe he thought of you that way..so you kept your own feelings buried. So to see that it's mutual was a relief, and it made you smile.

Spamton, on the other hand, was stressing the hell out. So much so he didn't even see your smile. He just saw himself being stupid the more he rambled on.

It was such a stupid, stupid reason to get insecure--to the point of changing his entire appearance without warning. All because you were friends with a butler who was doing their job???

How selfish can he get when he already had everything he wanted and more?

When he did acknowledge your small smile, he thought you were holding yourself back from laughing. But you had every right to laugh and call him a joke for thinking this will get your attention.

As he finished talking, he could see your smile fade and huffed. He waited for you to tell him how stupid he looks and to go back to being the plain old Addison you met.

Instead of ridiculing him you...hugged him?

At this point you were sitting on the bed together. Of course yours wasn't as massive as his was, but it was big enough for you two to share.

"Spammy, I'm flattered you like me in that way but...you didn't have to do all of this to get my attention. I promise there's nothing going on between Swatch and I. We're just friends. They're not replacing you or anything."

"I know, it's just.." Taking off the glasses, he set them aside before hugging you tightly, head buried in your chest. "I don't wanna lose the only person in this damn place who makes me feel like myself. Who loves me for me, not my success. And...I-I felt like I had to change something about myself to make sure of that."

"Well..you don't need to change anymore. I love you no matter what you look like."

He blinked, his face turning as red as his cheeks.

You could sense his embarrassment from the way he tensed up in your arms and chuckled, patting his hair softly. "Just..don't feel pressured to change for me..or anybody for that matter, okay? Or at least let me know if you're gonna change things up again."

"You don't think..I look stupid or creepy like this?"

"No. Honestly you look pretty handsome. Black hair suits you well."

Hearing those words made him breathe a small sigh of relief. He nodded and hugged you tighter.

His new looks were staying for good.

[softscummymammon]

€Male Hashira React to Their MALE S/O Coming Out As Asexual€

••Part 1 ||→ Giyu, Rengoku, Obanai

••Part 2||→Sanemi, Gyomei, Tengen

→+*:;;:*Demon Slayer Headcanon*:;;:*+←

I have decided not to do Muichiro because of the context that he is 14 years old. Due to this, I will not be adding him to the fic. Though this is about asexuality, and therefore the lack of sex, it is still considered wrong to me.

←Sanemi Shinazugawa→

Really, you were kinda shitting your pants at the idea of coming out to Sanemi. You know he's only abrasive and stubborn because of his past, but sometimes reading him is like asking Gyomei what color shirt you should wear.

Aka, pretty much impossible.

But you both were in a committed relationship, and you didn't want to feel like you were leading him on. There is also the possibility of him feeling like you had higher expectations. Knowing how that feels, you never wanted your boyfriend to feel like that.

So, deciding to get this over with and be blunt, which really is the only way you can approach this like this with Sanemi, you sat him down after his afternoon training. When he heard your voice and how serious you were, he made no move to object beside the occasional grumble.

His normally scowly face turned inquisitive as you sat at the chabudai. He sat across from you and asked what you needed him for. Steeling yourself, you tell him you're asexual, and have no or little desire to have any sexual activity. Making sure Sanemi didn't blame himself was key. Otherwise, he'd blame himself.

His face blanks for a second, then he asks if he made you uncomfortable in anyway. You tell him no, that you trust him to control himself, but some touches just can't happen. Sanemi starts to get a little irritated and asks then what is comfortable to you then? You try to calmly explain that cuddles are fine, soft touches on the shoulders, arms and head are fine, kisses too, as long as it doesn't get too heated.

Sanemi takes a few breaths, but explains to you that he has needs too; sexual needs he wanted to carry out with you since you're special to him. You can't help the tears that start to fall, but Sanemi is quick to sit by your side and wipe them away. He's cursing himself out and telling you he's sorry while you're trying to say you understand and feel sorry you're limiting the his show of love.

It gets so hectic, Sanemi leans forward and head butts you. Nothing like that brat did to him, but it was enough to catch your attention. He firmly apologizes for any misstep he took, and shushes you when you trying interrupting him. He carries on saying his love for you can be expressed in more ways than sex ever could, so he'll just have to get creative. Sanemi loves you dearly, and he doesn't want his lack of self control to be the end what the beautiful thing you both had.

So, he does. Whenever he gets that urge he'll leave and deal with it, then come back and pamper you till you both fall asleep or take a nap. He's still weary about how he touches you, but confident hands on your part will ease his hesitancy. Sanemi also becomes super over protective. He'd glare and growl at anyone that gets too close.

He can't grope you like he would have done originally. So, to combat those people that can't seem to think through their brains, he uses his wind breathing style to quite literally blow them away.

←Himejima Gyomei→

Trust and commitment was always an issue of Gyomei. But once he opens himself up, he is unwavering in his care. He loves you dearly, and he takes this relationship seriously. So why have you been avoiding him?

Gyomei sighed heavily and settled down near the water stream. Thinking over the day within his memories, he recounted how you seemed to have been anxious. Himejima may not be able to see, but he can hear your emotions clear as day, your anxious heart and breathing.

The water rushing through the stream eased him slightly, but the memory of your fear put him on edge. He never liked when you felt anything negative. Himejima always wanted to hear that smile on your face and laugh in your speech.

Standing up, Gyomei listened for your heart beat and followed it towards your shared home. Ever since this relationship became serious, you both decided living in Gyomei's home was the best idea since it had more medical supplies and felt more lived in. So it was an easy walk he figured out leads to the training area in the back of the house.

Opening a sliding door that leads to the Zen garden you helped him plant, he found you setting next to the water fountain you both had chosen as an added on feature. Sitting down next to you, he heard you sigh and felt you lean into his side. Gyomei wrapped a careful hand around your waist and let you get whatever was bothering you out your self.

Mustering up your confidence, you suddenly blurt out that you believe you are asexual. He pauses and let's the thought wash over him, trying to remember where he had heard that term before. Now that he recalled, one of the many older children he had helped before becoming a demon slayer had confided with him about the exact same thing.

With a careful voice, he addressed your rising nervousness, " Sex was never my end goal with you, my Rock. My only goal that I ever had was to make you happy. If you believe that sex would only ever make you uncomfortable, or that being sexually active on a regular basis is unnecessary, then I will do whatever it takes to love you thoroughly another way. "

He embraced you that night, feeling the coolness of the sun slowly setting behind the hills. Gyomei held you close to his chest as he rocked you back and forth, setting a firm, callused, yet somehow soft hand on the back of your neck to keep you still and comfort you.

Himejima no longer tolerated you being around people that he could tell made you uncomfortable. He knew all too well how dangerous and capable you could be when you wanted to, but he also wanted to get that feeling of accomplishment when he successfully guarded you away from those he knew where only trying to get with you for something other than your opinion. Besides, it was rather easy to just walk up behind them and set a hand on their shoulder to scare them off.

← Tengen Uzui→

To say that you were nervous with your most recent, yet blatantly obvious, discovery was an understatement. Being with Uzui was a whole other thing in on its own, and you had to overcome hurdles like any couple to be together. For one, it was rather odd to you that he already had three wives, beautiful women that could give him anything he wanted, yet he still chose to date you.

It unnerved you, a little. Though it was common in your home country that having multiple married partners was common, you always felt like you were encroaching on their daily lives.

But, they always made a show of accepting you. Even going as far as to invite you to their gatherings and trips to the city for shopping and sight seeing. You had an amazing time with them, but you can never get away from their....steamy stories. They always got blushy when recalling their first times with Tengen. It never ceased to make you uncomfortable, and they would always tease you about having to excuse your self when the topic of their sex lives came up.

Now that you thought back on it, it was glaringly obvious how you came up with your discovery in sexuality. Though it was already said, you were nervous. Nervous about what Uzui would think, about how his wives would think, and your standing in the relationship would turn. If you even had a relationship after this to begin with.

But, this needed to come out, and you don't think you'd be able to continue to live in a relationship where you couldn't be yourself. So, you had called them all in. It was a lot more intimidating than you would have imagined it to be. All four of them sat around the table with you, each had a different expression on their face.

Tengen set a firm hand on your thigh, trying to give you a supporting hold, but it only made your nerves stand on end. Taking a deep breath, you took his hand into your own and lifted it to sit firmly on the table. Tengen blinked in surprise, as did Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio.

Deciding to not beat around the bush this time, you tell your recent discovery about being asexual. The silence given afterwards was very...tense. They looked in between each other for quite sometime, likely having a silent convention you weren't privy to even try and understand. It started to get suffocating, and it felt like you couldn't breathe.

You quickly made your way out of their. Standing up quickly and getting out of the room despite your name being called out by four other voices. Getting to your room within Uzui's home, you close the door and lock the door. Going to your futon, you breathe deeply in and out while tears stream down your face.

Footsteps made you freeze. And a soft whisper of your name made you look up towards your door. Hearing a slight thump, you can only imagine as Tengen sits against the locked door and calls out your name again. Sighing, you get up and sit on the other side of the door, giving him a chance to hear you.

Uzui makes sure you're okay before telling you that he was sorry. He explained that he didn't mean for allowing your anxieties to eat away at you like they did, and expressed his wish to be able to help you with them like a good partner should. He tells you that he loves you no matter what, and Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru agree. He didn't mean to make you uncomfortable with his touch either, and his wives apologize for not seeing how uncomfortable you were listening to them talk about their past experiences.

Listening to them, you could hear that they were genuine. So, you stood up and unlocked the door, immediately getting engulfed in a hug by the man himself. Sighing, you felt so much better for being accepted. Leaning into his embrace, you were swept off your feet with a yell and layed down on your futon where he and his partners cuddled up around you.

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[theficplug]

Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

[angel-anoetic]

Hey there! Sorry school is being a bitch for you, I get how that feels. Don't wanna place even more work on you, but could I have some headcannons of a few MCYTs (vould Jack and Punz be 2 of them) with an s/o who has really a really conflicting style? Like goth with a baby face and a sugary smile and glittery nail polish? Tysm!

hello! yeah it's been crazy but thankfully it's almost over! never worry about 'extra work' writing is my comfort thing and i LOVE getting requests that i can bring to life. here are some hc and i hope you enjoy <3

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HC! DreamSMP x Reader

[ JackManifold, Punz, Niki, HBomb, GeorgeNotFound]

genre: /rom, headcanon

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed any)

masterlist <3

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c!JackMaifold

He loves you regardless of how you dress, and always supports you when you want to experiment with looks.

This month you've decided to try out love core and kawaii

"Jack! What do you think of my outfit?"

You had on some denim jeans with light pink hearts sewn on, and a pink sweatshirt depicting small grey stars and hearts.

He stared at the get-up for a minute, trying to decide how he really felt about it.

"I, personally, feel like a darker jumper would look better but I do think that you look amazing."

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, for always helping me feel good about myself."

"Of course."

c!Punz

Punz definitely enjoys seeing your outfits. He thinks it's cool that you can mash up two different things and bring them together.

Today you wanted to go for grunge and dark academia look, something that was a little easier to mix.

You had on a vintage band shirt with some high-waisted pants and an oversize cardigan.

"I'm going to hang out with Niki, be back later."

"Bye-woah hold up." You stopped and faced him, fixing your hair.

He admired the outfit, "I really like what you're wearing, it looks super nice. You know what would make it better though?"

He reached around the desk for a few minutes then pulled out a ring with a black stone. He slipped it onto your finger and spun you around.

"There, it really completes it, don't you think?"

"Yeah actually. Wow, you have a good eye Punz."

"of course I do." You both laughed.

c!Niki

Niki LOVES to see your outfits. You both take inspiration from each other, no matter how wild it can be.

Your style was mainly cottage core with a hint of punk.

Today you had on a leather jacket with small mottoes and patches sewn on, alongside a floral shirt and plaid high-wasted plants. Your boots had some spikes on the sides.

When you walked out of the bathroom Niki immediately went to hug you.

"You look amazing! Do a spin please please please!" You spun around, laughing at her excitement.

"This outfit looks so good!"

Over the next few weeks, you start practicing makeup looks on her, trying different levels of intensity and styles.

c!HBomb

He enjoys your outfits and thinks it's really cool that you're so comfortable expressing yourself.

Your style tended to be a combination of goth with a lot of lighter elements. Sometimes you change your hair color, other times it was just your make-up.

Today you had decided to go for really colorful makeup to go along with the outfit.

"What do you think?" You leaned in showing off the makeup look of the day.

"Hm...personally, I think that less blush is the move but overall I like it."

You looked in the mirror and considered his words.

"Nope." He laughed and looked at you as you sat next to him.

"Whatever, you're a trendsetter on your own so what do I know?"

"Exactly!"He shook his head, wrapping his arm around you, and played with your hair.

c!GeorgeNotFound

Let's just say the styles turned his head around.

You'd come marching through the living room with a very light and flowy outfit but your makeup was heavy, almost electric.

It always had neon and poppy colors while your outfits were angelic, white, almost pure.

"I think that this shirt would look better." He handed you a light blue flowy shirt.

"You're helping me pick my outfits now? Aww Georgie!"

He laughs and hugs your waist.

"I just think that I can give you a bit more advice on some outfits. Don't expect this to be regular."

It becomes regular.

Sometimes he helps you to choose your makeup somedays, or just straight up tells you to start over because it doesn't match your OOTD.

You start to hate how right he is some days. /light hearted

[queenmylovely]

Okay Ben looks too adorable here with his pink nose 🥺 and i need a cute blurb about it....maybe some smut if you're up for it 🤭 thanks babe ily 😘

wow you totally read my mind and the thots I had about this picture 😉 

so this is 2k of pretty much all smut (18+, fem!reader) so enjoy! 

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You were hanging out on the couch with your current book and a nice cozy blanket when you heard the front door opening and looked up. In walked Ben, home from his covid-restrictions-approved hangout with Gwilym and Allen at a nearby pub. They had sat outside, so Ben was wearing a jacket and his nose and cheeks had cute pink flushes to them that made you want to pepper a thousand little kisses all over them.

With a bright smile, you asked him, “Hey babe, did you have a good time?”

Ben nodded quickly as he toed off his shoes, “Yeah I d-did, but I literally c-can’t t-talk I’m so fucking c-cold right n-now.”

You could tell it was true because of the way his teeth were chattering and you frowned in sympathy, “Come here, lay down with me. You can leave your jacket on since you’re so cold.”

“W-well, I actually have a d-double layer, so I’ll t-take the first one o-off,” Ben admitted as he shrugged off his outer jacket, leaving a big hoodie on.

Lifting the blanket for him to climb under, Ben’s eyes boggled for a second at what you were wearing. It was a negligee style nightdress, lilac and lacy, but the fabric was thicker than an actual negligee would have been and it wasn’t sheer.

“D-did you wear this just for m-me?” Ben grinned as he found his place on top of you.

“It’s hard to take you seriously with your teeth chattering like that,” you told him with a smirk as you fixed the blanket on top of him. “And no, you perv, I just got this from my online order and it’s not even lingerie, it’s pajamas.”

“Well I’m g-gonna appreciate it l-like l-lingerie,” he said with a sneaky smile.

“Can you at least get warmed up first?” you rolled your eyes, rubbing your hands on his arms.

“Actually, I think I k-know what c-could help with that, since it’s m-my face that’s the c-coldest,” Ben said, none of the sneak leaving his expression.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“I think if I p-put my face r-right here,” he paused, dropping his face to nestle in your breasts, and his next words were muffled but you could just understand him, “I’ll be warmed up in n-no time.”

You laughed but let him stay where he was, although you had to admit that his cold face in your chest made you shiver. Ben stayed like that for several minutes as you read your book, and thankfully his breath was warm enough to combat his cold skin. But sure enough, as time ticked by you could feel his face returning to a normal temperature, and if you weren’t mistaken, you could also feel Ben getting a little excited by your lower thigh.

“So now that you’re all warmed up, are you gonna tell me about your night?” you asked, setting down your book and combing your hands through his hair. Ben slowly lifted his head and as you made eye contact you saw how dilated his pupils were and felt a little something yourself.

Ben nodded, “Sure, well even though we have had our zoom calls and regular ones, we had a ton to catch up on, and it was good to see them in person while having a drink.”

“Uh-huh,” you kept playing with his hair.

“And they told me about their projects, you know, and-- ah,” Ben moaned as you tugged on his hair for just a second, and when you did it again before he could even restart what he was saying, he looked down at your chest and then back up at you with a cheeky smile.

You swallowed as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the valley between your breasts. And then another right along the edge of your nightdress. And then he pushed the straps down your arms until both of your breasts were exposed and made a path of kisses to your right nipple, kissing it softly as well. You breathed out and waited and Ben finally wrapped his lips around it and sucked, making a jolt of pleasure move through your body. It wasn’t long before he switched to the other side, using his tongue and lips as he had on the other to make you gasp softly.

Then he began another trail of kisses, this time up your chest, neck, and to your mouth, bringing his lips to your own in a searing kiss. Ben’s tongue slipped in your mouth and you moaned, widening your legs in an invitation for him to move his hips on top of yours.

He ground his crotch into you at just the right angle, rubbing against your clit and you nodded into the kiss, breaking it just to murmur, “Do that again.”  

Ben complied and the two of you fell into a rhythm of hips and hands and lips and moaning and oh fuck this was good. One of Ben’s hands was on your breast, massaging it and squeezing your nipple, and the other braced him so his hips could keep moving with yours. Your hands, however, were free to do whatever they wanted so you moved them between his hair, up his shirt to grab at his pecs and abs, and his ass, pulling him into you.

Soon the pleasure had built enough to the point where you were practically panting in each others’ mouths and you pulled back to tell him, “Benny, time to fuck me.”

Ben would’ve chuckled at your wording if he wasn’t so turned on and hard, so instead he just nodded and kneeled between your knees to undo his belt and push down his pants. But when he was about to push them past his knees, you lifted your dress, and the sight of your bare pussy stopped him in his tracks.

“Oh come on, now please say that is for me,” Ben groaned, putting himself back above you and gripping his cock in his hand.

You smiled, just as cheeky as he had been a few minutes earlier, “Only for you.”

“Fuck,” Ben lined himself up with your entrance and started to push in, slowly until he bottomed out. He dropped his head back to your chest, though this time it seemed like it was because he physically couldn’t hold it up, and asked, “Can I move?”

“Yes, please move Benny,” you told him, one hand going to his hip to start the movement, and the other quickly grabbing the blanket and pulling it back up from where it had slipped because you didn’t want to get chilly.

Ben didn’t seem to notice the blanket’s weight on his back, much too focused on setting the perfect pace as he thrusted in and out of your pussy, how wet you were making it easy to get it right. You wrapped your legs around him to keep him from going anywhere because he was making you feel so good you couldn’t think about anything else.

Your hand moved back into his hair, pulling it on and off, basically whenever a thrust was particularly good. Ben, for his part, was pressing hot kisses to your breasts, mumbling about how perfect they were, how perfect you were, and how perfect you felt. It wasn’t an unwelcome ego boost, and gave you a heady feeling that increased your pleasure, so much so that you started clenching around him.

“Oh fuck, babe, ah I’m so close, are you?” Ben whined, slowing his thrusts and looking up at you as he waited for your answer.

“You’re making me feel so good, Benny, but I’m not that close yet,” you told him the truth.

“Okay,” he nodded, staying still inside of you to give himself a chance to cool down just a bit. But he wasn’t giving you the same chance, and one of his hands went between you, two fingers rubbing against your clit in just the way he knew you liked. Then he dropped his head down again and switched between your nipples, sucking lightly to offset the pressure on your clit.

The whole thing made your head swim, and a couple minutes later you were writhing below him, your pussy clenching on his stilled cock.

“Now, Ben, now I’m close, oh so close,” you told him, wanting him to start fucking you again so bad you could hardly get the words out fast enough.

“Good,” he looked at you and smiled, and you tried to return it, but as he started thrusting again, all you could do was whine.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet and tight,” Ben moaned, his voice getting higher as he moved in your heat.

“Uh-huh,” you replied, not really knowing what you were agreeing to because all of your focus was on how good his dick felt inside of you, and how good his fingers felt on your clit.

Then suddenly it was hitting you, and your back arched into him, your legs pulled him tighter, and your pussy pulsed around him as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through you and you cried out, “Ben, Ben, Ben-- ohhhh.”

Ben kept doing the same exact thing as he watched you through your high, how your face moved in your pleasure, and especially how your lips formed his name.

As you started to come down, Ben slowed his thrusts, but as soon as you could form whole sentences again you told him, “Keep going, Benny, get close again.”

You kissed him again as he resumed his pace, helped along by your hips moving in time with his.

He wasn’t far off, and soon he warned you with a voice much higher than usual, “Babe I’m-- ah, I’m close again.”

“Okay,” you pecked his lips quickly. “Do you wanna cum on my tits?”

If he wasn’t so close, Ben would’ve stopped in his tracks, but that wasn’t an option right now.

“Are you kidding?” he asked, eyes wide with excitement. It wasn’t as if he had never done this before, but both of you tended to prefer him cumming inside of you (for the intimacy). Tonight you had figured he seemed extra fascinated by your breasts, so what the hell?

“I’m not kidding, but you better hurry up before I just make you cum in my pussy,” you teased, but you did clench around him again.

As quickly as he could be careful, Ben pulled out of you and crawled up your body so he was straddling your ribs. You used your arms to press your breasts together and Ben used his hand to get himself the rest of the way off.

It was a heavenly sight and not an unpleasant feeling for you as Ben came, his eyes closing in pleasure, his brow furrowing just a bit, and his mouth forming your name as his cum spurted over your chest.

“Oh fuck, I love you,” Ben said as he looked down at the result of his orgasm on your boobs. “You’re literally the best.”

“Thank you, I love you too,” you said with a smile.

Ben made his way back to between your legs and then quickly sorted out his clothes, pulling up his briefs, kicking off his trousers, taking off his sweatshirt and undershirt, and then putting his sweatshirt back on.

“Here,” he said softly as he used his undershirt to tenderly wipe clean your chest, as tender as wiping cum off of someone can get anyway. Then he balled up the shirt and tossed it in the direction of the hallway.

You smiled up at him as you pulled the straps of your dress back up, covering your chest again, “Thank you, babe.”

His response was to flip the two of you over so you were laying on him. How he did stuff like that without one of you ending up smushed, you never knew. Not being one to complain about being the little spoon though, you cuddled into him with a small hum.

“So will you tell me about your night now? Or are you still too busy obsessing over my boobs?” you asked, earning a pinch to your hip.

“Well, I’m a multitasker, you see,” Ben slid his hand from your hip to cup your breast. “I can tell you about my night and obsess over your boobs all at once.”

“Alright, prove it,” you replied, looking up at him with a glint in your eye.

And he did; he managed to tell you all about it, only his one hand giving any attention to your breast. But later, after you had migrated to the bedroom together, he asked you about your night (which had only consisted of your book). So he asked you to describe it, and suddenly you were the one having trouble staying focused as his mouth found your breasts yet again.

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