#my ideal guys are so hard to find i have to form them in my mind lab but fictional women usually not as interesting

[skunkes]

who was the other one of your two fictional girl crushes? 👀

i feel as though ive had a few more than the "2" i said in those tags (though not many) but the other character i had in mind when i typed that was Luka, you know, the vocaloid. loved her lots...

even now she's my favorite, even though everyone keeps wanting to pitch her voice Up in songs with her for some reason ^_^

[vor-leser]

Benny now an animal, I knew AM would let him play.

(Stuff about my own version of pre-monkeyification Benny below the cut because i have too many thoughts on this)

It's kind of hard to make heads or tails of any of the ihnmaims characters since the cannons of the different adaptations contradict each other so much, so I reconciled my own version of events in my head as to what I think Benny was like pre monkeyfication. I tried to fit everything from the comic, game and book in though.

Benny was a very masculine guy, excelling in every sport, and despising everyone who did not live up to his standard of what it meant to be a strong man. All his life, he tried to embody this ideal, not only marrying and having two kids, but going on to join the military. When he became general, he was known amongst the soldiers as an authoritarian punitive leader, often abusing those below him to whip the weak ones into shape. His ideals were solidified under the pressure of the continuing third world war, instilling a kill or be killed mentality into him. Eventually, he came to the realization that he was gay. However, because this reality threatened to break apart the way he viewed the world and his masculinity. With the mounting pressures from a chain of losses and his own internal struggles, he reacted by overcompensating and becoming more brutal than ever, leading him to kill multiple of his own men. Returning from the Chinese American War, he developed a severe case of PTSD. Constantly making him feel as if his life was at stake, he found himself unable to show any weakness. He hid his own war crimes thoroughly, all the while continuing to receive accolades from his superiors for his tenure. He constantly felt the need to not only hide his crimes, but also his sexuality, making him paranoid that people would realize he was a fraud. This did not only put a strain on him, but also on his family.

AM specifically chose Benny, because he embodied the many ways in which humanity tore itself apart through war, constantly finding new methods to make their own existence miserable for an imagined ideal.

At first, Bennys presence among the survivors proved very useful. Out of all of them, he had the most experience in dangerous situations and a lot of physical strength. His wisdom and leadership helped them a great deal, eventually though, they would inevitably disappoint him. Falling into his old patterns of behavior, he would berate Nimdok the most for his obvious weakness, saying he was holding them back. With time, he did the same with Ellen, Ted and even Gorrister, which formed a rift between himself and all of them. He felt as if he could rely on no one but himself.

Still, his usefulness irked AM. He had gotten one over on him too many times, but this would make his coming defeat even more crushing. It started with his mental state. Paranoia had already slowly crept up on Benny, but when he was forced to relive his trauma, it spiraled out of control. Being starved, beaten and defeated, he started to lose his humanity. His egoism, distrust and brutality, all born out a desire for survival made him a nightmare for the others. AM found it amusing, how he had turned Benny into a parody of humanity and its worst aspects, seeing it fit to strip him of his last remaining bits of humaneness, breaking his body into the shape of an ape-thing.

His spirits were now completely broken, being reduced to a bumbling fool. Even though his shame mellowed him out, there were still occasional outbursts. Now ironically enough, he had become the survivors greatest liability. Luckily for him, the others pity him and keep him around, a kindness he likely wouldn't have awarded them.

(Also drawing a guy thats canonically supposed to look handsome while making him resemble a monkey is hard :,) )

[kiztae]

hi! if ur not too busy do u think u could come up with something for size kink w soobin? pls & thank you ! 💛

SIZE KINK — c.soobin

genre: afab!reader, very suggestive, brothers bestfriend!soobin, bulge kink, size kink (duh), making out, dry humping, dirty talk? that's probably it. wc: 1.8k [requested]

a/n: might be a bit short. hope you enjoy anon!

just like any other saturday, soobin came over to visit your older brother beomgyu and spend the rest of it playing games in his room. it wasn't new to find soobin in the living room, sitting in the couch and scrolling through his phone mindlessly.

it was only natural, considering he almost lived there with you guys with how often he’d come by. so when you crossed his path, you didn't really mind it and conformed to uttering a soft 'hi soobin' before stepping into the kitchen.

"hi y/n" he looks up with a raise of his eyebrows in acknowledgment, shutting off his phone and standing up slightly to move towards the kitchen island. "how's today treating you?" he inquires with a playful smile as he leans over the counter with his elbows.

“it’s treating me fine, soobin. what about you?” you say between yawns while pouring yourself a glass of water.

you had just woken up a few minutes ago, whenever it was sunday you allowed yourself to sleep in as much as you’d like. which is why you were currently standing in the kitchen, wearing your small pajama shorts and a loose t-shirt you found in your brothers room, at noon.

“so far, so good. but i have to say, it’s even better now that you’re here.” he adds boldly, looking down at the marble and then back up at you.

you could see his eyes glimmer mischievously as he ended his sentence, the two orbs dropping lower and trailing down your exposed collarbones, your chest that was exposing just about enough cleavage to help his imagination, and finally, your hands. everything about you looked so dainty and small, soobin couldn’t help but think about how adorable and weirdly hot he found it.

hell, he knew it was wrong to think about his best friend's little sister under this lewd light but it was just so hard not to.

“you really have a way with words don’t you? save them for the girls on your campus.” you grin in response, emptying the glass of cold water in your mouth and feeling the new energy flowing through your body.

if you had to be honest, it’s not like you hadn’t thought about soobin like that before. you were aware of how attractive he was and especially how close to your ideal type he proved to be. soobin was tall, handsome and a literal giant in proportions but also adorable and cute at times.

nevertheless, you pushed those thoughts away quickly whenever you remembered who he was to you. he was your brother’s best friend, he was older than you, he had many other things he could care about other than you… so why bother?

sure, it wouldn't be awful to have some fun with him, especially after not having any form of sexual activity in the past months (not even a kiss), but you were sure it was all not going to happen anyway. so, you tried your best to stay unfazed by his comments and approaches, figuring he was just teasing you.

“i’m not sweet talking you y/n. i’m—“ before he could continue, beomgyu walked into the room with a loud “you can use the shower now!”, signaling that you could start your morning routine and that he could get back to hanging out with his best friend.

“what are you doing here? you could’ve waited in my room man.” he says with an awkward laugh as he taps his friend’s back.

“well, see you around.” you bid your goodbye and go off to continue with your day, not bothering to finish the earlier conversation.

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why was getting up suddenly so hard? some sort of heavy weight was placed on top of you, not letting you move up or even around in the room of your mattress. this was not like any other sunday morning. were you still dreaming? after squirming in place for a little more you opened your eyes slowly and looked around despite the hazy vision of your only recent wake up call.

moving around (if you could even call it that) helped you figure out two things: 1. whatever it was that was stopping you was laying half on top of you and pressing your side 2. it was breathing. as soon as you realized the second, you started kicking your feet up and turning around in a hurry like crazy.

"woah—! what the—!" the lump under the other blanket started to blurt out in panic, until it moved up and revealed itself. that's when you were met with a confused soobin with the biggest case of bed hair you've seen.

before you could process it, he swiftly took your wrists into his hands and pushed them against the mattress effortlessly, shifting completely on top of you to keep your legs caged between both of his on your sides with ease. finally, if he got kicked once more he was sure he would get bruises.

"hey—!" you shout against his defense before his right palm comes up to cover your mouth clumsily. it was ridiculous how much of your face his hand covered then, all of your jaw and part of your neck being hidden behind it.

"shhh. don't you realize it's super early in the morning?" he whisper-shouts back, frowning and staring into your eyes, finally.

you relaxed and twisted your head around to take in the room, noticing that it was indeed still dark and that the sunset hadn't even happened yet. once you took it in, you took in the sight of soobin, at last. he was breathing loudly, his hair messy, his shirt hanging low on his chest and his eyes waving around as he looked into yours.

"why are you in my bed?" you murmur with a confused frown once he removed his hand, your breathing starting to speed up when you realize the position you're in right now. god, you hoped he was still sleepy enough to not notice the pink blooming in your cheeks.

"i— i don't know. i thought i went into beomgyu's room after i woke up to drink some water... but i guess not." he trails off, his eyes dipping lower from your eyes to your neck, your disheveled hair, your shirt that bunched up and exposed your waist, until he came back up to stare at your mouth for longer.

"i guess not..." you imitate quietly when your gaze also lays on his pouty lips and then back to his eyes.

"i'm sorry y/n" he states in a more deep voice, his tone sounding hushed as he leaned in closer to you, the hand holding your wrist pushing further up and the other dipping the mattress on your side.

"huh? for what?" you mutter out in surprisement at the sudden apology, your voice breaking softly once you feel him get closer.

"for not holding myself back." he whispers back, his hand interlacing with yours and pinning it deeper into the sheets as he catches your breath in a swift kiss. the action earned a small gasp from you, your form stiffening under his hold briefly, unsure of what was happening, until you sighed into his mouth and leaned in.

he softly groaned in satisfaction once he felt you relax and open your mouth more for him, granting him permission to kiss you deeper. "i'm such a shit best friend aren't i? i just couldn't hold it in anymore." he comments as he leaves your lips for a second, the loss of contact already making you disappointed.

but he doesn't stop. his free hand grazes your side softly and grasps your waist roughly, another gasp coming from you that's quickly swallowed by soobin's lips on yours. his kisses are desperate, hungry even. it's like he doesn't want to waste a single second when he's kissing you.

his tongue dips into your bottom lip and then brushes against yours, the wet sound of it starting to get more noticeable as his mouth melts with yours. you weren't sure you expected soobin to get messy like this, saliva mixing with yours, kisses sloppy and needy, you were loving it.

soobin was heavy on top of you, he was making sure he didn't lay his whole body weight, knowing for sure he would crush you, but he was letting himself press against you just enough for you to be trapped below him. if he wanted to, he could do anything he wanted to you, easily. he could make you his personal ragdoll, move you around however he wanted, take you however he wanted.

as his mouth detached from yours to dip lower and start biting and nipping at your neck, the hand on your waist trailed up and stopped right before your breast. "can i? please.." he says in a hushed voice as he licks a small stripe on the bites he left, his breathing ragged already. following your nod he takes your breast in his hand, his grasp being enough to cover it whole. once he gets permission his hands start roaming around your body more and more, grabbing whatever he can. his palms kneading your ass, then playing with your nipples, grasping your hip tightly as he groans into your mouth between kisses.

"you're so small— i could break you if i'm too rough, couldn't i?" he purrs into your ear, biting your earlobe gently and grinning. he didn't know what got into him but seeing you so weak and helpless in his hold was driving him crazy, he never knew he was so big until now.

"you're just— too big." the whiny tone in your voice as you replied was what did it for him. how could you say that to him and expect him not to go insane?

"fuck, don't do that to me." he blurts out as he lets his head fall on your chest, his hands tightening around your hips. "i won't be able to stop." he warns before his fingers dig into your sides and he pushes himself against you, his giant bulge rubbing on your underwear harshly.

"oh my god— soobin, you're huge" you moan out as the shocks of pleasure hit you, your hips instantly jolting forwards to meet his. at this, he starts thrusting his hips harder and faster against you, rocking the bed carelessly.

"yeah? bet that if i fucked you, you'd have a bulge right here. wouldn't you baby?" he questions while rubbing your tummy right above where his dick was pushing into you. "i'd fuck you so deep, you'd feel it in your stomach." he adds with a smirk, looking right into your eyes as if to taunt you. he never once stopped rocking his hips against you, the tip of his cock starting to leak through his boxers and onto your panties, hitting you right with each thrust.

"then do it." you plead in between whines, taking his cheek in your hand and staring into his eyes desperately. "fuck me until you break me."

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© kiztae, 2023

[night-dazai]

I keep giving myself baby fever

Hear me out.

Bsd men got a breeding kink-

BSD MEN BREEDING KINK : 

Hey, I feel like this is not so complete cause this is the first time I am writing about breeding kink, forgive me if there are mistakes and point them out so I can correct them on later works. Thank you for the request cause it is a wonderful one

I also did not check this for spelling and grammar errors

Dazai : 

To this man he has never kept his hands off you and never will.

One day as he was mindless watching some reels he saw a few baby reels “What will y/n’s kid with me look like “ his mind thought and thats the end of you . 

Every night senseless fucking you raw “Bella..want a kid..” he would plead. 

But deep down he felt he does not deserve one, but once he has tried fucking you raw . yep. no changing his mind he wants a kid .

He wants to see you belly bulge with his kid , but makes sure you also agree to it . 

He feels sacred some nights thinking of what can happen if he has a lot of weakness cause one of them is you , all precious people near him all dead yet you are here to hold his hand at every step . 

And let him fuck your cunt till it leaks cum “ you look soo lovely like this darling , like a painting “ he says licking the mixture “one more pleasee “ he asks with his doe eyes. 

The moment the pregnancy is confirmed, yep he is shocked

"Its like a pea " he says looking the documents, man becomes so overprotective makes sure you are always with someone from the agency and nerve alone .

He loves to lay his head on your tummy and talk to the baby " baby , it has been 178 days since you are in you mom's tummy hows it in there ?" " Baby your dad is being bullied bu your mom " he would also complain to it .

Boy is overjoyed he first runs to tell Oda " I am starting my own family " his voice breaks as the gentle breeze makes his hair sway he keeps talking to him while you holding his form falling down.

He knows how dangerous it is for you and the baby now and his mind just starts planning everything from birth to every single thing to do to keep the baby safe.

Chuuya : 

Boy , now first step its you who brings up this topic , to him he is blessed enough to feel human due to your presence but he is a man who is never overly greedy. 

A kid ? his kid ? when you tell him this you see wet eyes and trembling hands “ but its dangerous i am dangerous “ he says . 

It takes a lot more time than Dazai to convince this redhead, but once he is conceived he is the most sweetest guy . 

He would treat you like its the first time you are having sex , being all sweet and making sure you feel alright. 

All the rough sex is out of the window (unless you beg for it )

He cums inside and uses his thick fingers to pump it back in “Now now be a good girl “ he would whisper sweet things into your ears . 

One day he would suddenly come home with tons of baby clothes and toys and posters “ chu what is this ?” you asked confused “ i liked it bought it “ he says happily smiling like a kid . 

Big rich has its perks, he gets you regularly checked up , men make sure your health if on top it, and no one in the mafia is allowed near you .

He is like a guard dog barking at anyone trying to even look at your direction,and night after night of sweet love once pregnancy is confirmed.

He cries, he cries in front of everyone in his office (well you tell him in his office with the scanned images ) . 

Good luck with more pampering 

Kunikida: 

This man , has everything planned from the moment he sleeps eats and takes a bath , maye even even he breathes. 

But sex, family, and lifelong partner are also in his book . 

I am sure he will find it hard to find a person who fits all his ideals and you might be someone who fits 2 or 3 of them (or even none)

You guys having sex is also scheduled in his book as a relaxing time (call caps )

He is a top , gentle, sweet , always wears and condom and all okay good fine . 

You were someone who wanted some spicy and thats how one day when he comes home all stressed you give him your present. 

A tight red lingerie, lifting your breasts a bit a cut leaving your sweet buds open and you holding your legs wide open saying “ welcome “. 

He snaps, there is no way he is holding back from this treat , his rthurs hard and pace fast , he becomes all grabby. 

As he feels his dick twitching he realises he ahs no condom “ shit “ he mumbles and try to pull out “ stay “ you say pulling his neck and kissing him while the other hand pushes his dick back deeper . 

The man relases inside you feeling something new , his eyes wide chest heaving he looks down seeing his cum drip down your tighs on the sheets.

Licking his cum mixed with yours “ it felt nice right ?” you ask trying to get up and wash when a hand stops you . 

“More “ he says tone very firm he is going back in , he is too out of it , his mind seeing images of a mini you running around the house 

Seeing your belly big, he lost it and you knew it cause his eyes looked soo lust full “ sure babe” 

After all the steamy stuff is over man is weight down with his thoughts, keeps saying sorry while you are smiling at him “ its fine “.

“Of course it is not” he says , his job is not extremely dangerous but alos not very safe , he does not ever want to see anyone die . 

You were strong to protect yourself but what about a kid ? his mind is too messed when you kiss his hands.

“ It will all be fine relax ,we can take care “ and that when it hits him “ you want a baby ?” his voice trembles he asks while you nod shyly. 

Good luck cause once it is decided every night you guys have to RELAX and the next day, you better ask for a long vacation if you are working cause this man is going to work overtime on you .

Once it is confirmed that you are pregnant " from now on all your lazy schedule is out of the roof " he says sternly.

Makes you eat health food, and makes you do yoga for fitness you can whine and cry but you are doing them " no more fooling around its time for you to eat your vitamin tablets "

He will try his best to spend more and more time with you guys and read books as to "what to tell a baby while it's in the stomach " he looks like a ring master telling the baby moral value stories but you can see the affection and nervous this man is hiding.

[jealousmartini]

💌 She's an overachiever. "Pressure"? What pressure? ⋆₊˚⊹🔖

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My second year of college is coming in hot guys. And I'm talking the 3rd of September, in TWO WEEKS TIME HOT.

But you already know your girl has BEEN locked in with her subliminals for the next term, cus I've had a whole thing going on since my first term to my second yk. so come a little closer so I can show yall what my game is on

p.s.a!! I am an animation and games art student, so most to all of my work is research and art based. And when I say most of my work is research based, I mean there is an ungodly amount of writing that is expected from the students and it's not even just the amount it's WHAT you write about that gets you the grade and how well your art conveys your ideas.

Also "Ex." = Example

╰┈➤ " My average college day experience as an art student/loass babe " click here!

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"What? Like it's hard?" At the top of her class, always ontop of her work, never slacking off, always locking in.

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|| Perfect focus, super attentive, always pays attention and makes notes. I am never afraid to ask for help or advice and I always receive the answers I need to understand the work; no room for confusion here.

|| Very strong, clear memory, perfect photographic memory.

|| Studies so much, it's my hobby, never underestimates myself or downplays my work, has always prioritised my work and has always understood the importance of doing work at home. Studying has never been a struggle for me because I don't struggle with discipline. I actually find so much fun and enjoyment doing homework. I always feel so productive and proud of myself whilst managing my time and looking at the amount I have done afterwards. Especially with the amount of validation and points I earn from teachers. It is always so satisfying seeing my high grades after a complete project. It's like a treat.

|| Creative genius, always brainstorms with words or loose sketches; not a single idea goes to waste. Research enthusiast, I could never shy away from making a thorough, detailed, and well planned out analysis, moodboard or mindmap. And multiple of them at that. I always know EXACTLY what to write and never wastes precious time and space yapping.

|| The life of an art student is exciting, fulfilling, flourishing, inspiring and strict. In the healthy way of course. My parents and teachers are always understanding of my burnouts and art block which are very rare thank god; and it's a good thing I have my closest friends to comfort me through my work. They are always so supportive, encouraging and honest with me as I am with them. We always travel together to the college (when I don't feel like being alone) and we always travel back home together. I mean we are our own personal friend circle so of course we buy snacks for each other and meet up for lunch; it's not even like we need to worry about price since we have more than enough on us. College is 100 times better when my best friends are with me, everything feels so comfortable with them

|| Perfect, cunty, and ideal artstyles. Always chooses the ones most appropriate for a certain design, and never forgets how to convey a certain look. I know, understand and draw human, animal, vehicle, clothing anatomy and terminology, enviromental composition, colour theory and terminology, the 12 principles of animation, the 7 fundamentals of art (Line, pattern, colour, texture, tone, shape and form), and the fundamentals of character design like the back of my hand

|| I know how to layout a design page appropriately, I always know how to theme and colour co-ordinate. Written placement and art placement are always perfect to the T and nothing looks off. All together, I show off my own unique style of work and impress my teachers of classmates

Ex. Subliminals in my art student playlist

"Over achiever", "Desired art skills", "Desired (college) life"

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"Ugh she is always doing the most with her work😒-" And she always looks good doing it. She's got the looks and the discipline; she's got it all

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|| Gorgeous, curly, and ideal (3B to 3C) hair. My hair never gets greasy, dry, breakage, damage, frizz, dandruff, or split ends. My curls are always moisturised, soft, bouncy, and defined. I never experience a bad hair day, and my hair is super easy to manage. Detangling my hair is a breeze, and styling my hair is even easier; every style looks exactly the way I want it and never loses the volume or shape throughout the day.

|| Ideal, fit, slim thick pear. Short shoulders, small ribcage, medium-sized chest, 20 inch waist, wide hips and slight dip, long legs, fat ass but not too fat, chubby but fit thighs, slimmer defined calves and small feet. The perfect pear. And every outfit looks exactly the way I want; I never look awkward but I always look put together and stylish.

|| Craziest face card. Ms. Face economy infact. I have a round heart shaped face with dark brown bambi eyes and long fluttery lashes, a medium straight nose bridge, plump pink "keyhole" lips, and the clearest, softest brown skin ever... Yet I still put make up on- yes I do because it's fun and I like it, so it's always awesome knowing I can do my make up flawlessly and nail my looks perfectly

Ex. Subliminals in my ideal appearance playlist

"3C hair type", "Pear body", "Desired face", "brown caramel skin"

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I'll probably add smore later :3 k bye

[littlestpetgoth]

Tell us more about your little homestucks?

ok.. ill only go over my descendent ocs because they're the ones ive been posting about recently, i have too many homestuck ocs to cover lol..

mayosi pyrope is the first descendent oc i made back when there was a brief trend on twitter to make, fan descendants of the trolls. i think i was inspired by ko's descendent acarid, and terezi being one of my favorite trolls i ended up making a bootleg pyrope. (and i draw them together all the time bc they rot my brain)

they're a radical transmasc weeaboo skater "vigilante" who grew up being raised by humans in a very normal average household where they got basically anything they wanted with no issues. their interests include; dishing out justice, watching animes, playing videogames, and doing sick tricks on their board. they wield a katana that resembles terezi's dragon cane.. they're my simplest designed character, and though they look a lot like terezi with a skirt and long hair their design was heavily influenced by dirk because i imagined that dirk has influenced some kind of anime character that mayosi obsesses over and has based their look on..

they aren't at all interested in, being a lawyer or anything like that and would like to take care of bad guys samurai batman style in their ideal world.. unfortunately the loving gently parenting of their human family didn't toughen them up enough so they're mostly a baby who doesn't do well when faced with conflict. mayosi's easily bossed around by anyone who firmly tells them to do something because they're too scared to step up and stand up for themself and others, they have a lot of shame for not being as strong and cool as terezi or red glare. real wet blanket.

uuuh like terezi, they weren't always blind. they were lured in by their ex best friend now super complex hate not boyfriend acarid and he poured acid into their eyes, ruining their vision and giving them crazy chem burn scars.. i think around this time they were also given their super rad pointy shades so they can look more like their hero, but it was a major blow to their confidence since not only are they a weak coward they're now a weak coward who can't see. they eventually learn to navigate the world via sound waves, its not as effective as terezi's sniff and taste vision but mayosi isnt as interested as smelling and licking everything in their presence.

example of what i think it's like for them here..

theyyy are convinced by acarid to join him in his perfect sburb sesh, where they eventually grow a pair and cut off his arm and gouge his eyes before being shot in the brain and killed dead without ever waking on their moon. (sad) mayosi's feelings about acarid, who essentially abuses and manipulates them constantly, are very complicated because they feel an obligation to take on the brunt of his crazy in order to protect everyone but also because they cling to the nostalgic memories they have of him and are hoping he'll one day go back to that.

kokesi megido is based on kokeshi dolls, i think she sees ghosts and is really scared of them so she's super skittish and is always finding ways to shoo them away.. she probably knows how to speak japanese ig, i dont have a lot to say about her unfortunately.. i like how her design turned out though.

grimir maryam and romato vantas are brothers adopted into a rich human family, they're both spoiled brats and are constantly bickering with each other when they aren't pretending the other exists. grimir is mute and likes to garden (sooo original, i know) and romato speaks a lot and is a hopeless romantic writer. shrug.

i don't have as much to talk about. for any of my descendents other than mayosi because i have a really hard time developing ocs when i dont have people to bounce ideas off of. i mean most of mayosi was formed around acarid's existence and from ko's influence, otherwise they also wouldn't be developed . sorry .

[blouisparadise]

Today we have the fourth part of our hurt/comfort rec list for you! There are tons of amazing fics on this list that we hope you'll show some love to. If you missed the previous parts, you can find part one here, part two here, and part three here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Wanna Feel the Edges Start to Burn | Explicit | 6,111 words

Harry gives him a gentle smile. “Feeling a little bit better?” Louis nods tentatively. “I think so yeah. Thank you so much for being so kind, but you really didn’t need to do this.” He lifts his unfortunately still shaky hand and runs it haphazardly through his hair. “It was just a spilled tea, I totally overreacted. I’m a bit embarrassed to be honest.” Harry scoffs. “Are you kidding me? Don’t be. I saw the whole thing, that guy was way out of line. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Louis gives him what he’s sure is a watery smile. “Erm thank you. I wouldn’t normally admit this to a stranger, but you’ve already seen me cry today so what the hell?” He forces himself to let out a weak laugh. “The thing is, my period is due any day now and sometimes the birth control pills make my emotions go a little haywire. I think that’s what happened.”

2) To Love Without Reason | Explicit | 8,894 words

“Come on in, soldier,” Louis pats Harry’s chest and walks away, leaving Harry to follow behind. Harry stands in the living room, looking around at Louis’ dwelling. Family pictures placed high on a shelf, certificates of Louis’ practice, and other trinkets that make Harry entirely too nostalgic. “I have to warn you,” Louis says as he puts the kettle on, the water droplets from his hair trickling down the golden skin of his back. “The door jams if you lock it so you'll have to leave it ajar.” Harry acknowledges with a soft hum, too entranced by Louis’ glistening skin to form a coherent reply.

3) Wanna Do Nothing With You | Explicit | 9,606 words

The accident happens in the stupidest way possible. One minute Louis is demonstrating a skateboard trick he’d just learned for Lottie, the next he’s waking up in a hospital. He’s told that he wasn’t unconscious the entire ride, but he has absolutely no recollection of it. One second he’s fucking around in his own garden and the next he’s being assaulted with the strong sterile scent of a hospital. So. There’s that.

4) Let Me Be Your Good Night | Explicit | 10,520 words

Louis goes on a shit Valentines date and Harry's the cute waiter who takes him home

5) For The Love Of Biscuits | Mature | 16,574 words

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The thing about hybrids is that their animal instincts make them jumpy. And quite often lends them to being owned. Harry Styles wasn't looking to purchase a half-breed. But sometimes things just happen. And owning a fox/human hybrid was something that happened.

6) Works Like A Charm | Explicit | 18,088 words

Ever since Louis joined the team in fifth year, a few facts have become set in stone. One: Louis is the best chaser in Hogwarts. Two: Harry is the best beater in Hogwarts. Three: They do not get along. So it’s really unfair of Liam to think that forcing them to spend time together as Louis recovers from his injury will make them the best of friends. The last thing Louis would do is get along with that git.

7) Soup Of The Day | Explicit | 19,958 words

It had been the single minded goal for them since college and seemed simple enough. 1. Study hard. 2. Open their dream restaurant. 3. Take the culinary world by storm. What could possibly go wrong?

8) Under The Rain Or Under The Snow | Explicit | 20,667 words

Christmas AU where they broke up a month ago but Harry shows up at Louis’ childhood home for the holidays. Louis didn’t tell his mum about their breakup so staying with them is not ideal. Harry stays.

9) Heart Eyes | Explicit | 21,467 words

Harry is a dedicated sentinel with a strong aversion to demons, and Louis is the lovesick incubus who will go to any lengths to win Harry's heart.

10) It Was All By Design (‘Cause I’m A Mastermind) | Explicit | 21,986 words

“You can’t be serious. You think I would be so awful to work for - you would rather quit?” “Don’t be all high and mighty about it,” Harry scoffs. “Surely you would do the same.” “I’m not being high and mighty. It’s called being professional.” “Really?” Harry pushes. “You’d work diligently under me with no complaints? You’d do whatever I asked of you?” “That would be my job, so yeah.” Harry shakes his head. “I’d work you so fucking hard,” he says slowly, “that you’d have to quit.”

11) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21,681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles' wolf pack who can't stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm's length is the safest option.

12) Letters To June | Mature | 41,150 words

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

13) Catch Me If I Fall | Explicit | 47,099 words

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

14) As We Are | Explicit | 48,268 words

Louis doesn't think much when he's asked to meet up with the alpha of the pack two hours from his own - he figures it's business as usual. But Harry Styles is anything but usual.

15) Once Burnt, Twice Shy | Explicit | 52,644 words

Louis and Harry are polar opposites in every way. Where Louis is a bestselling author from the city, Harry is a small-town firefighter who’s never left his home. Where Louis is spontaneous and spirited, Harry is introverted and calm, never straying from routine. When an ill-fated accident and an exceptionally intelligent tabby bring them together, they are forced to confront their pasts and forge a better beginning for themselves. Will sparks fly, or will it all go up in flames?

16) Of Lost Things | Explicit | 57,890 words

Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with. But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis. Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?

17) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,562 words

In the grand scheme of things Louis did believe in love, what he didn’t believe was that he would ever find it in his life time for himself. Low and behold he would find it with someone he didn’t anticipate, now it was just a matter of having it work out the way he dreamed of.

18) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,726 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

19) Wind Beneath My Wings | Explicit | 93,131 words

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

20) You Were My Because | Explicit | 109,089 words

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Louis has battled the demons of his past for years now and has little hope of finding happiness for himself. Especially now that a school reunion is taking place and the memories of his school days are suddenly coming back with full force. But after rain always comes sunshine, in Louis’ case in the form of his old schoolmate Harry. A story about healing, friendship, finding trust and love.

21) Drops of Jupiter | Mature | 121,826 words

In a small, sleepy town ruled by prejudice, Louis Tomlinson runs his grandmothers shop for the occult. He finds comfort in his tarot cards, his friends, and a dog that he doesn't have room for. He thought the worst he'd have to deal with would be bigotry, until a new sheriff arrives with a headstrong little girl that's impossible not to fall in love with. But what happens when a string of break-ins leads to a brutal attack, and the towns' darling is murdered right under their Sunday hats? A murder that just so happens to bear the same modus operandi as similar homicides in neighbouring states. Has the killer been circling Virginia, or is he a local of Lavender Hills? And what will Louis do when the charming Sheriff Styles starts to suspect him of such a heinous crime?

22) Sewn Into You | Explicit | 167,485 words | Sequel

Harry Styles thinks soulmates are a fairytale, or in other words-a lie. He has no interest in entertaining anything that has anything to do with the very name that had been etched along his collarbone since his eighteenth birthday. Louis Tomlinson won't be answering to another alpha for the rest of his life if he can help it. Fuck happy endings, his soul mate can choke on it. Problem is, Harry needs a personal assistant to save his family's business, Louis needs the cash to officially move off of his childhood best-friend's couch. They can manage. Surely, nothing will go wrong.

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Hey, what are your favorite Draco + Harry headcanons? Doesnt matter if has characters or as a couple. Have a nice day

hi!! thanks for the drive-by, anon; i hope you have a nice day, too!

okay, let's be organized about this.

draco: i headcanon draco as chatty, dramatic, def extroverted, super easy for any sort of affection (going from supreme "special little guy" doting from his parents to "oh he's evil actually" in the larger world means he's genuinely shocked when he's not immediately adored). i usually pick brainy/puzzle-y sorts of jobs for him because i think he likes to talk and likes to know more than other people, so he's suited for something where he can be an expert. he's a gemini sun and (in my headcanon, obvs) a pisces moon. i always imagine draco a little unhinged/ridiculous and not really good at hiding his emotions (he always made them very clear in canon iirc, truly never got the ~ice prince thing), even if he does obfuscate with sarcasm and humor a lot.

harry: my harry headcanons are all about him being a bit of a mess after the war. he very much wants to be removed from the center of attention, but he loves being around people and wants to be surrounded by friends as much as possible. it's hard for him to trust freely given affection and it can make him a little uncomfortable, but he also craves it. he finds it nearly impossible to ask for things but he will stand up for himself and set boundaries. my ideal harry job really is professor or teacher or something with kids; he's so good at commanding attention and then using it constructively. he's protective and jealous and possessive when he forms attachments because he's afraid of losing people/still can't quite believe people love him back for keeps. and he's funny and smart in a lot of practical ways, if not as emotionally aware as he could be. and when he is aware of his emotions, he's way better at facing them head-on; it can just take him a bit to figure it out. in my heart he's an aquarius moon, i love that combo with a leo sun for him.

this got long, so i'll do headcanons for them together another time!! 😊

[lightwing-s]

batboys as words, as per my own thoughts and perception

A few days back, @igotanidea asked me to describe the bat boys in one word. I got way over my head and ended up writing full on paragraphs on what reminds me the most about them, and what energy I get from the limited knowledge I have of all of them. So I tuned this into a post to fill the emptiness I left this tumblr on and to prepare you for stories to come (yes, Jason x villain!reader is finally coming)

picture © lomlisyou on pintrest

To me, if there’s one word, one thing, that could describe Dick Grayson pretty well, it’s sun. He is like the sun in the sense that he brings life into everything and everyone he touches. He’s a believer in people, in the best we all have in store, and he has a way of making them believe in themselves, in their skills and abilities, making them see the greatness they didn’t notice they owned. He’s a leader, and a great one at that. Although not much of a jokester, he can bring happiness and a smile on people’s faces. He carries a lot on his shoulders, from being the very first Robin to leading the Titans and replacing the Batman, but his heart is too pure and he wants to help people nonetheless, so he keeps taking more responsibilities just so he can assist those he cares for. I’d imagine his love language are acts of service, doing what he can to make his loved one comfortable and happy. In a few words, he’s warmth, silliness, he’s flirting for fun, he IS fun, he’s sugar, spice and everything there is of nice.

If I could describe Jason with one word it would be… caring. Out of all the boys, and out of everything he went through in life, he strikes me as the most protective, the one who will always make sure if you’re alright, if you’re safe, if you’ve been taking your pills or not skipping meals. I know we usually relate him to this aggressive vigilante form, but that’s the Red Hood, not Jason. Jason? Jason is the sweetest, most loving person you’ll find out there. He lost his family and the guy who took him in wasn’t affectionate at all, and he also went through so much. He just wants to protect and feel protected, hence I give him the words care, affection, protection, subtlety. He’s a well stored, well locked, box of surprises, that I’m sure whoever gets to open will feel a love they never had before.

I don't understand as much about Tim as I do his brothers, but from my limited knowledge I think of him as someone who thinks about the details. He’s the guy who, even though you’d never take his aloof mannerisms for that, remembers every small thing you ever told him. Or notices every gentle habit, tick, or whatever it is you have. He’s observant and with that he’ll learn everything there is about you without you needing to tell him a word. He’ll gift you with that thing you spent a millisecond more than usual staring at when you hung out at the mall, or he’ll cook (more like order) that dessert that had you sighting slightly heavier than normal. He is attention, he is detailing, he’s watching the ones you love like the most addicting tv show. He is subtle touches, surprise gifts, random music concerts just because he knows you have that one song hidden on your playlist. He is noticing things not even you, not even your reflection, saw in yourself.

To define Damian in a few words is a bit hard to me, as he’s still young and is still learning about life, developing his own ideals and personality. Hence, having this in mind, to me he is represented best by time. Time to grow, time to heal, time to learn. He is also space. The space he needed to understand his place in the world after leaving the League of Assassins, his mother and grandfather, and joining his dad and his mission for good in Gotham. He’s time and patience to allow all of those things to happen. Not only time for him, but to those he cares for. I feel like he won’t be one to always be on your feet to make sure you’re okay, but that he’ll let you have your time to yourself, rest and put your head into place when you’ve been having stressful days or just don’t feel alright. He’ll only show up after you’ve had your moment, perhaps with food and beverages. He’s quiet kindness, he’s healing, he’s fixing everything even if it takes time. He’s resistance, endurance, fortitude. Overall, he is like a watch, always running, never stopping, but always giving everyone time.

[collegetennisoriginstory]

Rayyan to me is a Double Lion. They have a Lion Primary- they listen to their intuition, have a clear sense of right and wrong and their Cause is becoming a professional tennis player. They’re the type of Lion Primary who is adamant about their Cause and as a fellow Lion Primary that’s kind of sexy of them to me. They’re also a Lion Secondary-they are themself and hate to lie, they charge and take things head on.

Tobin on the other hand screams Badger Primary- they care about the community of Cargill and it’s also shown through how they handle Felix. Badger Primaries have a fascinating thing known as “dehumanising” they simply do not view that person as a person anymore (usually when a Badger’s close one hurts them they deal with that by cutting them off, while a Snake Primary wouldn’t struggle with that unless they’re part of their inner circle. Think of it like cutting off a limb and cauterising it to stop the bleeding.) Tobin cares about everyone not just their close ones and that’s shown through their actions. They are a Snake Secondary- adaptive and fluid, improvising when they need to. Their playing style was described as “fluid” and that solidified it for me. 

G seems to be an immature Snake Primary- hedonistic, live in the moment, still trying to find their people, while also being burnt- somehow they are hurt and have burned as a result (they take of themself first and foremost) they however are a Bird Secondary- drawing upon prior knowledge and using their tools in situations.

Sam is a Snake Primary whose Important Person is MC and that melts my heart. They care about MC & Robin and their family. They take to Cargill- not because they’re community but because they’re MC’speople- and have a Badger Secondary of hard work and drawing upon the community for help. Amusingly enough Snake Badger’s are known as the Love Interest sorting which explains why so many people love them.

I hope you liked my theories and sorry for rambling haha😅

OK I don't know if you guys know but I LOVE personality theory in all shapes and forms, so literally when I got this ask I showed it to my gf and she immediately snorted and said I met my soulmate. So, thank you for that.

Long post below.

For folks who are wondering what the hell we're on about, here's a link to the sortinghatchats Tumblr page. Just so we get things out of the way: I absolutely detest J.K. Rowling and her TERF bullshit. Don't Stan for that, and that explains the use of lion/badger/snake/bird.

Anyway, agreed with Rayyan being lion primary—I was struggling with figuring out whether or not they seemed more snake primary or lion primary (because I also do see them protecting their crew to the ends of the earth e.g. their family, their cat, MC if they eventually make their way there...) but I do think that it ultimately makes more sense that they're people who wouldn't sacrifice their ideals/what they think is right.

As for Rayyan being lion secondary, that part is irrefutable. Like what you said:

they charge and take things head on

I think your Tobin typing is spot on, so I won't go into too much there except this:

Tobin cares about everyone not just their close ones and that’s shown through their actions.

and

adaptive and fluid, improvising when they need to. Their playing style was described as “fluid”

are absolutely right. I think Badger-snake combinations really explain Tobin's ability to mov through life with the ease and looseness/ quiet confidence and warmth/kindheartedness that Tobin embodies.

For G, I actually read them more as bird primary than bird secondary, mostly because I think ultimately, G's more concerned with coming up with a framework/system through which they understand the world / life / make decisions, but they're constantly adjusting / adding to that system or framework. Contradictions make them want to tinker and probe, and they're most at ease when things make sense.

I could see bird primary with either snake secondary for G (they wear many different skins) or bird secondary.

For Sam, I think you hit the nail on the head with

Sam is a Snake Primary whose Important Person is MC

and

Badger Secondary of hard work and drawing upon the community for help.

Absolutely adorable. I think that combination might be so popular for love-interests because it's probably the most endearing ride-or-die bestie combination to exist.

[everything-is-crab]

My favorite thing (/s) about Pro Israel folks and the people focusing so much on the recent Hamas attack is how great they're at spreading blatant lies.

You see them post something about what Hamas or Palestinians did to Israelis and through fact checking it's revealed it's the other way round 😂

People linking wikipedia, bbc....and other Western media links.....as their "sources"

Like wow, I didn't know you guys were this dense. Even some of the people I respected on here seem to be affected immensely by propaganda. US and other Western countries have not only supported but also funded Israel's apartheid regime and even now it's doing the same.

I was brainwashed by radfems too with their "rape is never okay". Many radfems sure do know how to manipulate you using your class consciousness as women to be blind to other oppressive systems or distort facts.

There's no proof any of the kidnapped women being raped. And yet most radfems are speaking about nothing but that. They aren't even speaking about the constant suffering and rape of Palestinian women by IDF (including many Israeli women as perpetrators).

I remember that I started reading more about this issue in 2021 when some IDF attack killed many Palestinians in a mosque. Don't remember the details well. It's been a while. And I wasn't on Tumblr then but I do remember that mainstream media did not give a shit about it. And now suddenly the anti terrorism sentiment of Pro Israel countries and even people who supposedly support Palestinians has chosen to rise again.

Very convenient timing for you.

One thing I will tell you is to remember that the conditions colonizers force on the colonized make it hard for the colonized to rely on any ideal form of resistance. Hamas is not the only group for Palestinian resistance. There are others but this is the large one today. Before there used to be better secular ones but they were all squashed cause Israel created Hamas. And there have been peaceful protests and everything. Israel killed the people who protested and the soldiers laughed when they were done. Where was this global outrage then?

Sm of relying for information on media leaning towards Israel and yet so many of you are missing this fact out. This is what colonizers always do. Read history of as many colonized countries you can. And you will find out that colonizers, while they were generally against opposition of the colonized's liberation, funded the anti-leftist, anti-communist/nationalist or religious extremists or/and the ruling class of the colonized society in their national liberation movement.

They help in squashing other more dangerous (from a colonizer's pov) national liberation movements. Nothing better than reducing your enemies to extremists. The British did that in my country too. Talked a lot about how horrible our society is but politically and economically supported the ruling class that created and perpetrated those issues. And some European women and children died in some isolated protests or riots as well during colonial era. But obviously it was nothing compared to the number of people that died on my side than the colonizers'.

So don't be surprised when people see Hamas as a necessary means or don't entirely oppose as part of Palestinian liberation. No sane person actually "supports" Hamas. But it is what is. It's Israel's own creation. Palestinians are left with no options. You're linking ngos supported or created by Israelis and other dumb shit as "an alternative". But colonization can't be won over through ngos lmao. Heck, ngos can't even actually make a lot of changes in human rights in areas that aren't war torn cause of corruption. You expect it to work for Gaza? Please

If Israel or anyone wants Hamas to stop then they should simply give up their brutal settler colonialism and not oppose any leftist org or movement formed by the Palestinians even after ending apartheid and everything. There's no other alternative except this. And if you haven't learnt your lesson yet, then don't support any "intervention" by USA or some other genocidal country.

Ik for a fact you people wouldn't support my country's decolonization if you lived back then. Cause the national liberation movement in my country was dominated by religious, anti communist and ruling class as well. And I, as a female bisexual from an oppressed caste will never ideologically support the people who led national liberation in my country. And yet ik they were necessary in the path to independence cause the British let only them have any power in the country. The two opinions can co exist.

You guys are so focused on opposing the ideology of Hamas and how they're bad for Palestinians themselves, you are forgetting Hamas is legally recognized as terrorists by many powerful Western/west-allied countries around the world and are actively funding and supporting Israel's genocide against Palestinians.

It's funny how the same people unconditionally support Ukraine in the war, including Ukraine itself. Even though US, UK, France and other countries are supporting Nazis in the Ukrainian military to fight against Russia.....

And I am not "supporting" Hamas or killing of cilivians....but I am just analyzing the history and politics behind this issue that is hugely ignored.

Radfems are reblogging that dumb addition by female-malice about an unbacked conspiracy theory about Iran,completely removing any accountability or responsibility of the states of "Israel". There's a conspiracy theory that Israel planned this attack as well. And yet I haven't see any pro Palestine leftist spread that theory presenting it as a fact rather than a speculation. Genuinely you guys are just racist and don't want to hold Israel actually accountable apart from a little side remark.

Everytime I see such false claims, misinformation, unproven conspiracy theories I check what sources the person has to provide or which sources are reporting that. And it's some damn Western news outlet every time. Every fricking time.

Ignoring what Israel PM is doing to the civilians in Gaza right now.....in favor of getting into online discourse about "so it's okay to kill/rape innocent people?" Plain evil

You do realize most of the world is revolting against that now? That powerful international forces are incentivizing this attack to commit further atrocities against civilians in Gaza? It's not a time to debate whether the attack was okay or not, it's time to speak about how the Israeli PM and rest of the world is choosing to respond to it.

I was going to write a respectfully worded post about this. But I won't. Cause I am not some extraordinary independent journalist or anything. I am not even in majoring in any social science or history subject. But it wasn't that hard for me to get around the misinformation from msm. And I am from a country that is and has been pro Israel and very great at spreading propaganda through msm.

I saw one radfem say in response to question of Palestinian women's suffering that "how are we supposed to know what's happening to them? I am not seeing any posts on my dash about it". Good to know your dumbass relies on Tumblr posts for misinformation.

I have been incredibly busy so not made any posts about this issue. But I think that's what I am going to keep reblogging and posting about for a while now. So don't hesitate to filter tags or click the unfollow button if this irritated you. Cause there's more to come.

[givemea-dam-break]

i'm here (george karim x reader)

a/n: @ettadear and @neewtmas this one is for you guys teehee. it's not overly long, but it got me out of my writing slump :) this went through a multitude of different forms (my favourite version ended up not working out very well but I'll incorporate it into something else) but i hope you enjoy it!

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gn reader

You’re not sure when you started coming out into the back garden.

The grass tickles your ankles, swaying softly in the breeze. It really needs cut, but nobody ever has time or energy for it. Maybe you’ll do it this week. Maybe not. Maybe you’ll just say how the garden needs a tidy and make no move to do it.

It’s barely morning. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but here you stand, staring at the slowly lightening sky as if it’ll bring you the solace you so desperately crave. You could talk to your friends, reach out to them for help, but the thought of bothering – burdening – them when so much is always going on makes you feel incredibly guilty. You’re not even sure they’ve realised your morning habits now.

What exactly is wrong? You’ve no clue, only that you’ve felt a hollow ache in your very soul for what has to be weeks now. It could be homesickness. It could be some horrible, unsolicited feeling of isolation and loneliness. It could be a multitude of things and, even still, you can’t figure it out.

The ghost lamps in the streets beyond are flickering off by the time the back door creaks open.

Confused, you turn to find George standing on the patio, looking up at the sky. His hair is messy, likely from sleep, and he’s dressed in some funny patterned pyjama bottoms and a thick hoodie, shivering in the crisp morning air.

“You okay?” you ask, frowning.

“Trying to figure out why you could possibly want to wake up so early and stand outside in the cold.” His gaze falls from the sky, landing on you instead as he makes his way over, kicking an apple out of the way. “We should collect the apples this year instead of tripping over them.”

A soft laughs escapes your lips. “We should. I’m sure you’ve got an apple pie recipe somewhere in one of those books of yours.”

He stops next to you, and he’s close enough that you can feel the heat of his skin without even touching. Is that the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, or is there someone just stomping really loudly in one of the nearby houses?

“You’ve been upset lately.”

“No, I’ve not.”

George gives you a look. “You’ve been quieter. Your section of the thinking cloth hasn’t had any new and wonderful additions. Oh, and you’ve been coming out here every morning for the past two weeks.”

Your face feels awfully warm. “Have you been watching me?”

“Yes,” he says with a shrug. “And the floorboard outside my bedroom creaks whenever you’re coming down in the mornings.”

It’s an effort not to look at him when he says that what with how he just so easily admitted to taking note of the things you’ve been doing. Or rather, not been doing. And, although it’s for a reason that isn’t exactly ideal, it brings a little flutter into your chest. You can’t remember the last time someone paid such close attention to you.

“So?” he prompts. “You know you can talk to me.”

You know you can, but you’re not even sure yourself of what’s wrong. “I know. I just… It’s hard to put my finger on what it is exactly, you know?”

He nods and, it could very well be a figment of your imagination, but you’re sure he shuffles an inch closer until your shoulders are almost touching. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face, watching for any hints of what could be wrong. Because that’s what George does. George, the boy who searches and searches for the tiniest details. George, who is relentless when on the hunt for information. George, who, despite it all, knows not to push you on a topic you don’t want to talk about. George, who –

Who is reaching for your hand and slipping his fingers in between yours.

His touch comes as a shock. Usually, he rejects any kind of physical touch whenever he can, preferring the comfort of his own skin to anyone else’s. But there’s his hand in yours. His pulse beating almost in time with yours between your palms. His hand is warm and soft, and the touch alone has your heart racing.

“I’m here for you, remember,” he says softly.

You’re sure your hand is horribly clammy, but he doesn’t seem to care. Instead, he squeezes it as you look at him, offering a small smile. A smile tugs the corners of your lips upwards in some meagre attempt to show him how grateful you are.

Truthfully, you’re not sure he really knows how much this means to you. Him reaching out to you. Him paying attention to the little things you were sure nobody had noticed. His touch.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

And, when your head comes to rest on his shoulder, he leans his against it, squeezing your hand again.

[steviesbicrisis]

MORE STEDDIE EUROVISION BRAINROT LETS GOOOOO (part 2 of this if you will)

Eurovision is chaotic, a million things are happening at the same time, everything is all over the place until you get on stage and do your part. Even so, Eddie finds plenty of time to recall all the moments in which he talked About Stef- Steve when he was around, thinking he wouldn't understand any of it.

After the Turquoise Carpet, Eddie can't look him in the eye anymore, his strong desire to get to know Steve more even through the "language barrier" has been overcome by the embarrassment of his situation.

For better or worse, Corroded Coffin is assigned to perform in the second Semifinal, while Italy (being one of the Big5) is presented during the first but will go straight to the Final, meaning that Eddie only has a chance to see him again if they qualify.

Except that Steve, by giving a little tease to the press of what had been going on between them in the past few weeks, had lightened up a fire hard to extinguish. Even if Eddie hadn't managed to see him after the carpet, he and the rest of the band are asked about him constantly by the press, social media content creators, fans, and even by a few contestants.

In a span of a couple of days, his band got, completely by accident, into a competition for Stefano's heart and Eddie is the least willing participant.

The night of the Second Semifinal arrives and Eddie hasn't really seen Steve in four days, not that he's counting. Maybe seeing Steve before his semifinal would've helped with his nerves, an ideal scenario would include Steve confessing that he actually didn't know English until he met Eddie and he used Duolingo to become fluent just to talk to him (which would mean that Steve is the actual linguistic prodigy but he wouldn't really complain).

For a long second, Eddie thinks that his daydreaming skills must've reached new levels as he imagines Steve walking into the green room, where all the contestants hang how as they wait to perform. Then, with horror, he realizes that there has been no improvement in said skills and that Steve is actually there, walking towards their couch with an Australian flag on his shoulders.

"Hey guys! Thank you for inviting me!" Steve says as he reaches their spot.

"Thank you for coming, I'm sure you're super busy as we all are" Jeff replies, revealing himself as the culprit (aka the one guilty of betraying Eddie by inviting his crush behind his back).

"Oh yeah, these days have been crazy! But I always have time for my favorite contestants" he winks at the group, before sitting in the small space between Eddie and Jeff.

Steve turns around to face Eddie and says “ciao” lower than his previous tone, as if Eddie is the only one meant to hear.

“C-ciao” Eddie replies, still stunned by Steve’s presence.

Steve seems to have the time of his life teasing Eddie “mi sei mancato.”

This one takes a little longer for Eddie to understand. He knows he said something along the lines of “I missed you” but it takes him a couple of seconds more to understand that Steve is talking about the messages and the gifts he stopped sending to his changing room since Sunday.

Eddie could give him a million excuses, come clean about his embarrassment, ask him out on a date on the spot, or even play dummy and change the subject quickly.

Instead, he mutters one of the phrases he remembers learning in the past few days “mi dispiaci.”

His Italian must’ve been better than he thought, judging by the big smile forming on Steve’s face.

“It’s okay” Steve pats his hand on Eddie’s knee and squeezes it for half a second, still smiling at him as if they’ve been sharing a big fat secret just between them. Maybe they have.

The rest of the evening passes in a blur. They keep on playing their game of “who’s Stefano crushing on?” By sitting together in compromising positions (still keeping it family friendly of course) every time the Australian booth is in the frame during the performance breaks, and each time with a different member of the band.

By the time Australia has to perform, the internet is already filled with screenshots of each moment and it’s captioned with “What is going on between Italy and Australia?” Or “Oh to be Italy with 4 beautiful Australian boyfriends”.

When it’s time for them to go on stage, Steve whispers a “buona fortuna” to Eddie’s ear and quickly exits the green room.

Corroded Coffin does an amazing performance, Eddie feels giddy and full of energy after spending the whole night with Steve sitting by his side.

If the performing part passed in a blur, the wait for the votes is painfully slow. With no beautiful Italian Greek-sculptured god sitting by his side, Eddie is left to his bad habit of overthinking: “We should’ve done that in a different way” “What if it sucked for the people watching at home?” “If we don’t pass, we won’t be with Steve for the final”.

But alas, he’s put out of his misery by the hosts announcing Australia as one of the finalists. The band and their team jump off of their seat, waving the Australian flag to the camera that is showing their celebrations for the people at home.

Eddie is too caught up in the moment to notice Steve approaching them as the announcements keep going.

He feels someone tapping on his shoulder and he barely has time to turn around before he feels Steve’s lips pressed on his.

It’s a quick peck on the lips but it leaves him stunned nonetheless.

Steve smiles at him mischievously as he says “ci vediamo in finale.”

And he’s off as quick as he came, leaving Eddie to process what just happened.

What a night to remember.

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Base Yandere Gyutaro Headcanons: Jealousy and No Regrets (Demon Slayer)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! We got a bonus update today, and it is with Gyutaro! The man who takes diet looks to the extreme! This man has the body of the twinkest twink that ever damn twinked! We love him! So let's do this!]

(Disclaimer: Gyutaro is not yandere in canon! This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! His demon form is an adult and is over 100 years old, so HE IS AN ADULT IN THIS! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine, as long as you are NOT illegal or gross about it! You know who you are! You Nasty Flaky biscuits! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Gyutaro AKA One of The Upper Rank 6 Moon From Demon Slayer-

.Gyutaro had a hard childhood, he was treated horribly and not even allowed to eat most of the time.

.He would end up eating wild things like live frogs and rats.

.He also most likely had symptoms of Syphilis that were passed down from his mother, the disease being most likely the disease in the show that was called Ume.

.There was one good thing in his life while human and that was his sister, she was perfect and it showed how much Gyutaro could care about a person.

.His sister was the one thing he cared about and always told her to go after what she wanted.

.When she was burned alive, Gyutaro was so angry, he killed the man who did it.

.He then shortly after became a demon and a man, he was no longer the kid that was easy to take advantage of and kill.

.No he was a powerful demon and he would continue to get stronger and stronger, but he always felt that something was missing, and he learned what that something was when he laid eyes on you.

.Gyutaro had found the something, not the someone he was missing.

.He never thought anyone would find him desirable romantically or sexually.

.He had paid for whores in the past to sleep with him, but they did it with disgust on their faces.

.He believed he was meant to be alone, and that he was fine with.

.Until he saw you, you were what he was missing all this time, you were the person he wanted most in the world.

.Gyutaro was instantly enraptured by you and he would stalk you at night, making sure you made it home safe and sound.

.If any guy or girl for that matter looked or talked to you too long on your way home he would kill them and leave their hearts for you in front of your door.

.He just knew you had to love his gifts, he was giving you the hearts of the ones that were unworthy of you. To show his love.

.Gyutaro is a very jealous yandere, and would be jealous of anyone who even got to glance at you, how could they have the right to look at your pretty face when he has to slink in the shadows to do so?

.He is also a very petty yandere in which anything a rival did he would be so petty about, oh they bumped into you? how dare their shoulder got to grace yours!

.So he would be killing anyone and everyone cause man this man is the most jealous and petty yandere I have ever seen.

.He is also jealous of you, you get to be out without him, you get to see the sky during the day, and you get to spend your time away from him! How dare you have the freedom of being a human!

.He would put a stop to it, by turning you into a demon. That way you can never die of human diseases, you cannot die of old age, and you will never be out in the day, where he cannot keep an eye on you.

.He is also very cruel and sadistic and takes great pleasure in killing his rivals for you, mocking them and saying how pathetic they are for thinking they could have you.

.That you belong to him and you and him were destined to be together.

.He takes great pleasure in ripping out their hearts to offer to you, to show how much he loves and adores you.

.He also kills people for their clothes, and well anything really. He does not have money but he will kill people for gifts for you.

.To show he cares for you and wants you to be treated like the special little person you are.

.He wants to give you the best and to have you showered in the most beautiful of jewels and the finest of silks!

.He would spoil you because you deserve it and he adores you, you are his treasure after all and he wants to make it known to you how much you mean to him.

.He knows you could do better than him, that he is not handsome in the least, but... if you ever dared try and be with someone else he would kill them, kill your family, and then tell you that it was because he loved you and could not bare losing you.

.But he does have a genuine love and care for you, and when he sees you hurt it brings intense fear and worry into him.

.He would rather die than see you hurt, and he would never force himself on you, no matter how much you turn him on. He would never force his love on you in that way.

.He would wish that he was born human in a time with you, that way he could have had a life, and family with you.

.Of course that is not possible so he lets his selfish nature take control and to have you as his.

.He will do his best every day to show you how much he loves you and that he will die for you, to keep you safe.

.Not to mention he will slaughter millions of people to keep you safe as well.

.He would confess his love to the day he showed himself to you.

.If you accepted his love he would be genuinely in shock and he might even cry that you actually love him.

.He would have never felt so lucky.

.If you turned him down, well he was expecting that, so he would grab you and fill you with Muzan's blood.

.Turning you into a demon, because he is never letting you go, you were his.

.He believes that since he had such a hard life, he is owed you, that you were made for him and him alone.

.The Gods had dealt him such a terrible life that he has the right to have you as his and it does not matter if you accept his feelings or not!

.You will learn to be a good little darling, he will make sure of it.

.When you come to as demon you have no memories of your life, but there he is, there for you and always supportive of you.

.You cling to him as he is all you know and he is the only one you need.

.Just as how it should be, he will never regret becoming a demon and he will never regret turning you into one as well.

.You and him will be together now... forever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done, I am really happy with this one, I hope you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!] 

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Sing For Me~ (Tengen Uzui x fem! Reader) ***MINORS DNI***

Back at it again with the sins- i mean holy content lmao hope you guys enjoy! As a reminder MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: female oral pleasure, fingering, edging, downright nastiness overall >:)

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Tengen was never really the type for simplicity, always wanting the flashiest and gaudiest of things. Didn't matter if it was clothes, jewels, people, or mannerisms. If it was flashy, he wanted it. Then there's (Y/N), no inheritance to her name, nothing fancy or exciting about her. Just a young slayer of about 21 years old trying to make it in life. This is who Tengen has to train, the one he has to turn into the hashira that will soon replace him.

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"Master Uzui, I'm not sure why I have to wear such a thing. Don't you think that this will weigh me down by about a metric ass ton?" You asked, looking at the belt he handed you that was bedazzled with various stones. Emeralds, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, etc. The hashira could only laugh though, finding your concern endearing in a way. He's had apprentices like this, but he's never had someone with a background like yours. Or at least, someone with a background he knows nothing about. He wasn't about to pry though, all he was concerned about was you going out in style as you prepared for a real battle on the next mission.

"Nonsense, the only way I'll let you go out there to slay the most vile of demons is if you go out in the flashiest way possible! The God of festivals deems it so! Now, why don't we get started on some more technique training? You seem to be having a hard time with that as of lately. Unless you feel as though there's a more pressing issue to attend to as far as swordsmanship goes." You thought about it for a moment, what could you possibly do that'll get you out of technique training you’ve been doing for the fifth day in a row? An idea popped to mind, but you knew it would be dangerous to pursue.

"I want to hone my breathing skills better sir. It's vital for battle, if I don't I know I'll surely die out there." You finalized, breathing shakily as you saw the concerned yet disappointed look on your master's face. Tengen knew exactly why he didn't want you working on your breathing just yet. Mostly because his boss ordered it. But also because the last time it happened, well, it didn't blow over so well. "Look, I know it's not ideal but how else am I supposed to be a hashira if I don't? If I don't do it now, I'll never do it at all. So please, if you'll be so inclined to teach me the breathing techniques, I'd be more than happy to do whatever handy work you have for me afterwards." Tengen thought about it for a minute, he knew he needed a couple of things done as far as paperwork went. He also needed some help with a few miscellaneous things that he figured could wait for later. But now that the offer was presented to him, how could he resist?

"You know what, if you're so eager to learn I'll teach you. But you have to be ready to be severely out of breath, because we're about to battle for real this time. Are you ready?" His voice wasn't as cheerful or nonchalant as usual. Rather it was one of seriousness, kinda like Rengoku but not quite as encouraging. You shook your nervous expression and raised your gaze to meet his eyes. Which by now were burning with determination on both sides.

"Are you challenging me, master Uzui? You really think I'm not up for the challenge you present for me?" You inquired, sneering at him. He could only smile and ruffle your hair though, as any mentor would do for their apprentice. 

"No (Y/N), I'm merely testing your bearings. And so far, you're doing wonderfully. Tomioka has trained you well in that regard. Now, what form would you like to work on first? I know your previous trainer went over the first six forms with you. Would you like to review them?" Tengen asked, leaning against a nearby wall in the training area.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt to review the first three at least. It's been about a year since the last incident with the breathing techniques, so I shouldn't have such a hard time with it." You commented, unsheathing your sword and watching it glimmer in the light. It fits you perfectly, at least for what type of breathing you do. Tengen seemed pleased with this, you supposed he wanted you to fight him on this. Maybe this was a test of will? You had no idea but you knew you were getting to work on something you've been meaning to do for a whole.

"Excellent, let's start with the first form. We want this to be as fierce as possible. Sometimes battle will never be flashy, oftentimes it'll be boring to the point where you want the demon to take you instead. But nevertheless, you gotta make the most of it. Here, let me fix your stance.-" He paused to fix the way you stood. "You need to stand like you're in a punching position. Your left foot forward and your right foot right behind it. You should find yourself in a position where you're prepared to lunge at your boring target. Because that's what demons are, they're boring as hell." Tengen's comments made you laugh on the inside. He knew how to brighten you up even in the most stressful of situations. Although, your mind was elsewhere, it was on something far more dear to you than his snarky comments. But those were thoughts for later. "Now, raise your arms at an angle, take a deep and steady breath then swing as hard as you can shouting your first form name." Sounded easy enough to you.

"Sound breathing, first form: Roar!" Swinging with all of your might, you released your breath as you saw rays of black shadows release from your blade, making almost a dragon like shape. It hit your target perfectly. Tengen, needless to say, was pleased with these results. "Sound breathing, fourth form: Constant resounding flashes!" Without thinking, you moved to the fourth form effortlessly. Obviously remembering to breathe this time as you swung your blade, then releasing the breath as your hit landed. You took a second to gather yourself after that, only to hear Tengen's clapping in the back.

"Wow, impressive. Good job, I knew you could do it in such a flashy way after all." Tengen commended you for your efforts. Although it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting, truth be told, you were actually expecting something a little more condescending than that. He’s always been like that, at least towards you in the two years that you’ve known him. Since you were 19, you’ve been training under many different hashira for many different reasons. However, Tengen proved to be a feat in of himself. His flashy ways, his flamboyant yet arrogant personality, not to mention the gaudiness of the way he dresses… it was all just conjecture to you. You never quite understood why someone would want to live such a lifestyle. “Well, that’s enough for today. You should probably just stick with those two for now. Breathing techniques are hard to master, they require time and patience. And I’d hate to break it to you, but (Y/N), you barely have any patience at all.” Tengen deadpanned at the last phrase, leaving you with an expression that feigned offense. He was pretty fond of it honestly, finding it quite endearing that his apprentice could joke around with him like an old friend. “Alright, let’s end it here. You should get some rest before the mission tomorrow evening. It’ll be short lived, just so you can get a feel for being a hashira… and since you’ll be with me, I’ll make sure it’s the flashiest experience of your life!” He exclaimed, trying to get you to crack at least a small smile. You sighed though, knowing that tomorrow night might be your last sunset. Although, you had to admit that there were other things on your mind that you figured weren’t worth attending to at the present moment. He noticed this, knowing you could get too into your own head. Tengen leveled himself to your height, “Hey, what’s going on? You’re usually not like this. Crack a joke or something, liven up. No point in worrying too much before a mission, save that energy for tomorrow.” Tengen lifted your chin to make you look at him, a blush rose to your cheeks as you had no idea what to say. No thoughts, head empty, only Tengen. Your mind was merely blank as you stared into his magenta eyes. It was no wonder he had three wives, well, at least from what you heard he does. It wasn't your place to question someone's personal life, especially someone who has taken you under their wing to make you into a hashira. 

"You know that's why I lead a simple life right? Because of my impatience i mean. After all, I doubt I could keep up with your flashiness given my luck." You commented, sighing at the way he was looking at you. It was almost like he wanted to convey something to you but he didn't want to say it out loud. He chuckled, kissing your forehead. "Consider that a token of luck. Bestowed upon you by the God of festivals!" Okay, that made you smile. Which was exactly what he was looking for, a smile upon your face. "Now come on, I know you're hungry and tired given all of the effort you put in today. So let's go ahead and do something about that alright?"

"Sounds good to me." You spoke, walking with him back to wherever you guys were going.

*fast forward after the mission bc I'm FUCKING lazy*

You took a shaky breath, that demon was uh, something else. Who knew mountain demons were something else entirely. You didn't know if you were up against an upper or lower moon, or if it was just some random demon with insane powers. You looked around, looking for Tengen frantically. He said he'd be right by your side through it all but you couldn't seem to find him anywhere. "Master Uzui?! Where are you?! Give me a sign you're okay!" You shouted as the sun set. A gust of wind followed shortly afterwards, you whipped around to see a flash of white hair. "Master…?" You approached the figure, only to feel a hand on your shoulder from behind. Whipping around bearing your sword ready to defend yourself, only to find a familiar stature in front of you.

"That was by far the flashiest I've seen you perform! Well done (Y/N), you're one step closer to becoming a hashira! And to think that ended up being a more powerful demon than we anticipated, you truly shine on the battlefield." You looked up to see Tengen, his face left without a scratch but his arms were cut up and bleeding from battle. Your eyes began to sting, but you couldn't let yourself cry in front of him. However your efforts were in vain, and you broke. Tengen was taken aback, having never seen you so emotionally vulnerable. "Whoa, okay, hey hey now. Calm down, you're alive and that's all that matters. Come on, let's go get to somewhere safe okay?" He suggested, lowering himself to your level and caressing your arms like he would a child. The only difference is that you're his apprentice, he's responsible not only for your welfare but also your life. He tilted your chin up to have you look at him. "Hey, let it out, talk to me about it. You gotta get it out, so do what you gotta do and say what you need to say. Alright?" Tengen spoke softly, wiping away some of your tears as you tried to compose yourself to speak.

"I- I never thought I could do it Master Uzui... but gods why does it have to come to this?! Why do we have to kill living beings that were once human?! I- I…" You fell to your feet, feeling as though you had let Tengen down along with the other hashiras who worked tirelessly to prepare you for this moment. Looking at your disheveled form he helped you stand once more, and to sheath your blade with your shaking hands. "A-ah! Gods please be careful Master Uzui…" Feeling a sharp pain in your arm, you winced when Tengen lifted your arm to find blood oozing from it. 

"Looks like you got a nasty cut yourself. Come on, let's get somewhere safer than here." He wrapped your arm around his waist to help you balance, making sure to not let you fall. "You know, this is the reason why I didn't want you working on your breathing in the first place right? I don't need you falling ill this easily." He commented, hearing your heartbeat still racing. You tried gathering yourself as best as you could, breathing heavily as if you were still in battle. You began to cough as you tried catching your breath further. You stopped moving, coughing harder than you were before and doubling over in pain. "Okay this clearly isn't good, fight it (Y/N), I’ll be sure to find a place to rest in no time. All you have to do is stay awake.” Tengen commanded, trying to offer some encouragement as he picked you up and ran as fast as he could. You took this time to breathe deeply, trying to ease your mind from the thought of almost losing your life or even Tengen losing his. The fact that you’re both wounded is bad enough. But the question really is were you even breathing all throughout that battle?

“M-master Usui, will I die tonight? I’m having a really hard time breathing…” You asked weakly, hearing a door slide open and feeling the warmth envelop you in its embrace. He looked at you with what seemed to be care, the kind of look he’d give his wives or maybe to Tanjiro. After shutting the door with his foot he placed you down on the bed, courtesy of the demon slayer corps. Sitting up you looked at your arm in the light, it wasn’t too bad but you knew what a deep cut could do. At least now you could breathe better, which was good news to Tengen as he could see your condition improve almost instantly.

“Nonsense, you’re not going to die. All you needed was to breathe, perhaps sitting down is what you needed after all. Panicking like that isn’t good for you, but I can understand why simply because this was your first battle as a hashira in training. That demon was pretty strong too, put up one hell of a flashy fight also.” He stated, rekindling the fire that was previously started by whoever was here before. “But, nevertheless we should take this time to rest. Or recap on a few things from the mission, if you want to.” Tengen sighed as he sat next to you, wrapping your arm with medical supplies someone had left behind. You thought about it for a second, then looked down at the belt he gave you the day prior.

“Well, firstly, the belt is surprisingly lightweight. I didn’t think it’d be this nice on me if I’m being completely honest.” You giggled as you spoke, something you’ve never quite done before. Taking some antiseptic and a sterile pad you wiped any infection away from the cuts on his arms. Feeling the muscles as you held them in your hand. “Secondly, there’s just not a lot to talk about on my end. I’m sure you’ve heard my story from Giyuu or perhaps Rengoku. Also youre really good at patching up wounds, what are you some kind of secret medic?” You chuckled as you spoke while Tengen simply laughed. He loved seeing you like this, as if it weren't evident enough. 

“I actually haven’t heard anything, believe it or not. Not even Tanjiro felt comfortable telling me. He said it was too touchy of a subject and I’d have to ask you. But I won’t push it if you don’t want to tell me. Wouldn’t be very flashy of me now would it?” You laughed at that last bit, your smile warming his heart. "Also, people I hold dear to me tend to get injured pretty often. Be it from clumsiness or even combat, Makio being the more frequently injured one of course. Everything I learned is from Shinobu. Though, I doubt I can be as flashy as her when it comes to medical care." Tengen answered your question as best as he could, concentrating on securely wrapping the wound on your arm after disinfecting it. 

You sighed, him mentioning your past was a rather touchy subject, even though you were the one to bring it up in the first place. “Well, as far as my past, that's a story for another time. For now, I have other things on my mind. Like training, working on my breathing once we get back to quarters, my feelings for you-” Tengen looked at you with a dumbfounded face. Did he hear that right? Feelings for him? From you no less?

“Wait, wait, stop. What was that last part there?” You realized what you said, blushing harder than you usually do in the night when you think about him. You couldn't say that it’s nothing dirty or anything, but you’ve always just wondered what his hugs felt like, what it would feel like to be in his arms. You’re so small compared to him, the man is over six feet tall. To say you’re a little down bad is an understatement. By down bad, it means that you’re full on SIMPING for this man. And since it’s out, you can’t deny it now. He can already see right through you anyways. “(Y/N), are you suggesting that you have an infatuation towards me? How flashy of you, you’re usually not one to be very forward.” He leaned in closer to you, and being the sound hashira that he is, he could probably hear your heartbeat quickening with every passing beat.

“W-well I mean, I can't deny that I do… but surely your loyalty lies somewhere else whether it’s with a person or with work.” You asked, trying to avert your gaze elsewhere but your eyes just kept wandering back to his. At this point you're disinfecting his arms and wrapping them with the same gentle care that he gave to you. Though, they didn't seem to bother him much even before they were cleaned and wrapped.

“I actually have three wives, (Y/N). Yes the rumors are true, but to the other hashira it’s common knowledge. You’ve actually met them one time when we were training. They brought us food, remember?” He was right, they came by the headquarters to drop off some food for the both of you. But in actuality, they wanted to see who their husband was working with, though the food was indeed an added bonus. “Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru seem to really like you though. Matter of fact, they told me not to come home if you weren’t coming to visit after this mission. Which obviously they were joking of course. But with that said, I suppose your affection isn’t in vain. And if I’m being completely honest…” He leaned in towards you, he was so close to your ear you could practically hear him breathing. “I’m not off the hook when it comes to my feelings about you.” He whispered like a baby's breath, his voice was far more soft than when he would whisper to you in a regular conversation. Your breath hitched in your throat, but rather than fear, you felt a strange sense of relief. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, so it was time for that agonizing twenty questions game you know he hates playing.

“So, what I’m hearing is that these feelings are reciprocated in a way? Or in every way I should say?” You asked, only to find him captivated by your gaze. “Master Uzui?” You reached your hand up to his face, trying to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. Only for him to grab a hold of it and intertwine his fingers with yours, leaving butterflies in the abyss of your stomach.

“Firstly, call me Tengen, you have my full permission to. Secondly, yes, they’re matched in every regard (Y/N). Now, do you want to keep this interaction short? Or, do you want to move onto something more, how should I put this?” Tengen thought about it for a second, struggling to know what to say next.

“Well, Rengoku told me that when words fail, action might not. So instead of saying it, why don’t you uh… show me what you mean?” by now you're already leaning in, he just happened to close the gap. You had no idea what you were thinking but you were damn sure of it as you felt his lips hit yours. They were surprisingly softer than you were expecting, but you didn't mind. He pulled you into his arms, breaking the kiss to catch some air.

"If I show you, are you going to be okay? I won't force you to do anything you don't want to." He spoke, staring at you with what seemed to be a spark in his eyes. Your smile said it all, you were ready to take this further. "That says it all then…" like lightning his lips crashed onto yours again. This time being a little more heated than the last time. You moaned softly as he kissed you, feeling urges that were completely foreign to you. Apparently those moans of yours was only more motivation for him to kiss you deeper and pull you closer, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He broke the kiss to look at you, which by now you're flushed a light pink. "Are you okay? You seem a little flustered there." He asked, needing to know if you're okay.

"Y-yeah I'm okay, although I must admit this is my first time doing such a thing so… please, forgive me if I'm a bit uh, rusty I suppose." You stammered, almost ashamed that you're still a virgin at your age. Tengen placed your hair behind your ears to get a better look at you, and he couldn't be any happier with you.

"Well, for one, that's completely fine. I have absolutely no problem with that. I'm honored to be your first. We'll take as much time as you need, does that sound ideal my angel?" Tengen asked, sincerity lacing his voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "And remember, it's your call, always. I want you, no, I need you to put yourself first. Your safety matters to me immensely, and you can always back out at any given point." He's trying so hard to reassure you, hearing your heartbeat quicken made him worry given your state a few moments ago.

"That's honestly the most thoughtful thing someone's told me in a long time. So of course it sounds good. I'm yours for the taking Tengen…" you breathed. The desperate tone of your voice was surely enough to let him knownthat you wanted him. No, you needed him. His gaze upon you darkened as he unbuttoned your uniform blouse, only to find out that there wasn't anything underneath it. You kicked off your shoes and threw them across the bed as you undid his shirt also. "Gods I want you so fucking badly…"

"You've already got a God in front of you beautiful…" Tengen, by this point, is just as heated as you are. The pressure in your core builds up with every garment being stripped from your body until you're both down to absolutely nothing. He traced the abs and muscles on your body, they were subtle yet noticeable by any hashira out there. "Gods you're more beautiful than I imagined… come here and kiss me already." He wraps you in his arms as he dove in for another passionate kiss. Moving from your lips down to your neck which caused you to sing out in pleasure. He flipped you over onto your back, making sure your head didn't hit anything of course. He chuckled as he kept moving down towards your fruitful bounty. Licking it once and looking for your reaction. Which was nothing more than a whimper and you gently pushing his face down towards it. So he continued in slow sensual circles around your bud, causing you to fight the moans you were trying so desperately to hold back. "Are you enjoying this, my beloved?" Tengen asked from down there.

"Y-yes, yes it feels so fucking good I need more please…" you begged and pleaded for more. Which in turn made Tengen slowly and steadily slide a finger inside of you. Wincing a bit, yet quickly adjusting, you felt his finger slowly pump in and out of you making you shake with ecstasy. "O-oh gods yes just like that don't stop!" You couldn't hold in your whines and groans of pleasure anymore, it was just that good. Although, Tengen had other plans in mind.

"Hmm, you're not singing for me the way I want you to my love. How about I quicken the pace?" He started moving in and out faster, the sloppy noises coming from down there sending you into a state of euphoria. You rolled your eyes out of pleasure as you moaned loudly.

"Tengen! Oh gods don't stop!" You begged and pleaded the way he wanted you to. Which got you another finger slipped inside of you as a reward. "O-oh fuck!" You sang your song as he pumped his two fingers in and out of you. It only made you wonder what his actual length would feel like. "Oh my God Tengen I'm gonna bust…" at this news, Tengen slipped his fingers out of you. A shocked expression laced your face. "What?! Unfairrrrr!" You whined as he started looming over top of you. He chuckled somewhat darkly as he licked his two fingers clean, delighting in your taste. "Oh come onnn I was about to cum man!" You laughed it off, thinking nothing else would come out of this. Tengen raised his eyebrow in a playfully questioning manner, a slight laugh emitting from his lips as he bent down and kissed you. Allowing you to get a taste of yourself in the process. 

"Oh baby, we're just getting started…" He cooed, rubbing your shaking legs with tender care letting you know that he's here with you. In this present moment you have never felt more ready for anything in your life. The only issue is that you're nervous as fuck. "Hey, I know this can be scary. Especially since this is your first time, with a hashira no less. But I wanted to let you know that no matter what, I'm here for you, always." He slid his tip in while keeping you distracted with his kind words. "And like I said earlier, if you feel remotely unsafe or uncomfortable at any given point, all you need to do is say the word and we can stop. There's absolutely zero judgment from me, all I want you to do is relax and enjoy my angel." He slid in his length a little more as his arms snaked around your small frame. You smiled at him, kissing his cheek in a grateful manner. Your arms wrapped under his underarms and holding onto his scarred shoulders. His bodyweight wasn't very overpowering, it was like that of a weighted blanket. You could actually feel his muscles working as he slid deeper into you. By which you coped with by taking deep breaths and doing exactly as he said; which was to relax and just enjoy the feeling… maybe this wasn't so bad for you. You heard other horror stories from Shinobu and Mitsuri about people in their lives who lost their virginities in uh… not so nice ways. So the fact that you're doing this for the first time with someone who cares about you deeply, it really changed your perspective on how you felt about sex. When he finally slid it all the way in you let out a small moan, letting him know that you were indeed enjoying the moment. "Does that feel good, my love?" He asked, brushing the hair out of your face so he could see you better. You only hummed in approval, earning a smile from him in return. "Angel, I want to hear you say it, does this feel good?" He bent down near your ear again, "or do you need more my beloved?" You looked at him in the most sincere way you could muster up.

"Yes Tengen, it feels so good. Though, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to give me more. But I'll leave that up to you… master." You decided to get bold with it, mostly because you were starting to get a bit bored. He smirked sinfully, even more sinful thoughts racing in his head. What he could do to you right now… but he knew he couldn't, he would break you if he did. "Oh, whats the matter? Is the God of flashiness that looms above me getting shy?" You teased, testing his limits like you usually did when you both were training together. His eyes darkened a bit, what was once bright magenta eyes had decreased to a deep berry shade. It was captivating in a way, strangely enough.

"Alright then angel, I'll show you what such a shy God like myself can do. Just relax and enjoy this." He wasted no time as he started moving in and out of you, starting at a moderate pace to begin with. The feelings it gave you… you felt so fucking dirty. But the best part is that you didn't care, and he didn't seem to either. It threw every concept of nobility and honor out of the window, and with the pain definitely came pleasure. Tengens groans and moans of pleasure harmonized with yours perfectly and frankly so did his dick with your pussy. He was undeniably large, what'd you expect though? For a big dude you'd expect a big dick, and that's exactly what you got and for your first time no less. "Goddamn angel, how can you be so fucking tight- oh my fucking God it's so good…" He tried holding back as best as he could for your sake, but you both knew that you're getting bored and frankly so is he.

"Master… faster, please I need it faster I need you so fucking bad please master I'll do anything for you if you just pleasure me with your dick please please please…" you begged as best as you could and his smirk only got smugger. He flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach.

"Close your legs a little for me darling…" you did what you were told, feeling his length go back into you but hitting more than what you thought it could. "Oh fuck baby, this is gonna be so fucking good." He started pounding into you faster, making you grip the bed sheets until your knuckles turned a ghostly white.

"Oh fuck yes baby! Master it's so good, I need more but more importantly I need you… give it to me harder." you whined, wanting more even though you knew that it could potentially break you. He grunted whilst moving to hold your hips up as he rammed into your small body. It was almost like you guys fit together like puzzle pieces. Two puzzle pieces that fit together so perfectly. "F-fuck!" you breathed, trying to get a hold of your looming mind but failing miserably just to bask in the high you're feeling right now. Tengen looked down at you with a devilish smirk, only to flip you over on your hands and knees while he's still in you.

"You like it when your master fucks you like this huh?" he taunted in your ear with a low, sensual tone. Smacking your ass as if it were his own personal punching bag, you let out a loud moan. "That's right angel, sing for me will you? I want to hear you sing my name for me all night, got that?" By this point he's already hitting your g-spot, making you say nothing but incoherent moans and more importantly his name.

"T-Tengen, oh god Tengen I need you more please, just give me everything you have please please please!" You were desperate for a release at this point, your throbbing cunt not being able to take anymore for much longer. He went even faster now, the sound of skin slapping on skin harshly and your moans combined heeded warning to any demon to not come near. "Tengen for the love of the gods just FUCK ME!" you couldn't hold back your primal instincts anymore. It took him aback for a second but lust ultimately won in his thoughts, in his actions, and with you.

"Alright, if that's what you want-" he grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked your head back to look at him. "Then so be it." From there he started plunging into you mercilessly, making you feel every inch of him and you loved every bit of it. He took advantage of your open mouth and slipped two fingers in, allowing you to coat them in your spit. He flipped you over onto your back again, pulling himself out he slipped his two fingers into your soaked sex, pleasuring you with his fingers again while rubbing slow, agonizing circles on your abused clit. "Is this what you wanted? Huh (Y/N)?" He asked, not a drop of mercy in his voice.

"Y-yes master this is exactly what I wanted..." You whined, trying to cover your face only to have your arms pinned above your head by his free hand. The thought of being restrained made you go crazy, but now that it's happening, it made you go absolutely feral.

"Good, now here's the catch gorgeous, you're only going to cum when I tell you to. Until then, why don't you sing for me a little more?" His voice was husky and slurred, drunk from pleasure and you definitely weren't off the hook also. He curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that spongy area and making you scream in pleasure. He kept tapping that same spot with his two fingers, and to silence your screams he dove in for a deep, loving kiss. Mostly to remind you that you're safe with him in case you had forgotten.

"Tengen... I want to cum, make me cum please please please..." You begged for him to let you release, which he just smiled at you, looking in your eyes making you anticipate your wish granted. "Tengen please I'll do anything for you if it means I get to cum please-" you were cut off by the feeling of his dick entering in you again, arching your back and making you moan while gripping the sheets.

"Since you've been such a good girl for me, and I can hear your heart pounding against your chest, I don't see why not. But you'll do it on my count, got that?" He whispered in your ear, this is driving you mad. You nodded nevertheless though, wanting nothing but his dick plunging into you as you came. "Ready? One... two... cum!"

"Oh FUCK YES AH!" and just like that, the knot in your chest and stomach released itself, allowing you to bask in your ecstatic high as he pulled out and finished himself off. Spilling his seed on your thighs and lower abdomen. He took a good look at you, marveling in what he's done to make you look and feel that good. You tried catching your breath as best as you could. Only for it to be taken away by another one of Tengen's passionate kisses, to which you returned happily. After he pulled away to find towels for the both of you to clean up with, he pulled you into his lap.

"Was that good, or was I too rough there?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he looked at your dazed expression. You looked up and smiled though, giving him all of the reassurance he needed.

"Yes, it was amazing. Thank you Tengen, there's no one else I would've rather had my first time with." You reached up a hand to hold his face, stroking it lovingly with your thumb. He leaned into your touch, wanting nothing else but to know that you're okay. He was surprised that you could handle his heavy handedness though, and for your first time no less.

But you wouldn't have it any other way, you were safe and that's all that matters. Safe as you fell asleep in his arms, knowing that maybe there was a possibility of something flourishing between the two of you.

......

AAAAAAA THIS TOOK ME ALL DAY

SOMEONE COME GET THIS MAN BECAUSE HE'S N A S T Y -

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you want to see next!

And remember: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

[k-tarotz]

https://www.tumblr.com/k-tarotz/748310935714791424/hello-can-u-do-theo-p1harmony-ideal-type-tysm?source=share thank u for the reading! now i wonder if he's an old soul cause the reading is very wise?🤔 can u describe his energy during your reading? like is he easy to read/very open or maybe the opposite etc? also im so excited for the next reading again thank u!!!

Theo’s Ideal Type;

appearance

DISCLAIMER tarot is a form of entertainment, not a set in stone truth. please read this with a light heart, don’t take it too seriously. whether you fit these or not, you are pretty.

his energy… is pretty shy, but also honest. his higher-self didn’t back away from telling me his preferences. it’s almost as if he aimed to perplex me, in a playful way. pretty playful guy.

nine of cups, the emperor, knight of swords

tanned skin - everybody has a preference for skin tones and he might prefer tanned skin. sun kissed, a deep shade of beige. (completely unrelated, he might also think freckles are cute.) regardless, he also thinks pale skin is pretty, but if it’s harmonious with the rest of xyz features. (for example he might like light hair on paler people. not necessarily blond, I am getting more of a white or brightly coloured one with red/orange in a pastel way. just something unique.)

long hair - he doesn’t really care too much, he just prefers it both on himself and his partner. no specific length, anything below your shoulders is probably long for him already. even if his s/o or crush has short hair he doesn’t really care much.

pretty hands - came through really strong, for whatever reason. he prefers ones that look elegant? clean, neat and well looked after. he doesn’t expect anything to have a routine, he just likes pretty hands.

shorter than him - like around 160 - 168 is the ideal in his eyes? that’s just a guess from the vision I got though. he would prefer a shorter s/o due to him finding it cute and an easier opportunity to playfully tease.

dark colours - darker hair, darker eyes, darker clothing style. it’s a natural attraction. he seems more attracted to people with a little bit of diversity but still feels more comfortable with a darker “pallet” if that makes sense. say someone who often wears black clothes but they still have colourful ones. it’s hard to explain, because he doesn’t really care so he doesn’t really think about it. it’s just there.

feminine and masculine - someone with balanced feminine and masculine energies. not in a forced kind of way though, just one that comes to him naturally. for example if he is attracted to men then he likes masculine guys who paint their nails, but not black to seem cool and get flirting points but because they genuinely enjoy it. if he likes girls then girls who can dress up cute, have make up on but also know when to lay back at home and just allow themselves to be messy? have messy hair, pjs on while doing whatever. I don’t know his sexuality and I won’t assume because it’s neither mine or anyone else’s business, my point is he likes the diversity in movements and behaviour. the way a person carries themselves. to him that has a lot to do with how one appears. (might be true for personality as well, he doesn’t seem to like people that lack depth.)

naturally inviting - as in, energy wise. someone you look at and know that they won’t judge you. that they are friendly and accepting of people. he mainly wants someone like this because he could enjoy cuddling and being close to people. so, someone that is nice to cuddle. (he might also think some people are more comfortable to cuddle than others.)

smells good - smells have a lot to do with how one is perceived looks wise! for him, he prefers someone who smells good due to naturally viewing them as someone who takes care of themselves and their appearance. his favourite might be baby powder & soap (reminds him of xyz being freshly showered) and/or floral scented fragrances.

thank you for reading!~

- C