#that's not my fault and he's fun to write so...

[ballsandbabes]

Boyfriend Headcanons with Karasuno, Ushijima and Oikawa

authors note: y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

pairing: Tobio Kageyama, Daichi Sawamura, Hinata Shōyō, Yū Nishinoya, Ryūnosuke Tanaka, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Oikawa Tōru x fem!reader

summary: What I think, the boys would be like as boyfriends

genre: romance, fluff

🏐 Tobio Kageyama

He’s awkward at first and doesn't quite know how to express affection—but he tries so hard, and that effort makes him incredibly endearing.

You’re the only one who gets to see his soft, clumsy smiles.

He will absolutely help you reach your goals and gets genuinely excited about your progress, even if he’s not good at showing it verbally.

He makes you milk with honey when you're sad or sick. He says it helps because "milk is good for you."

Gets jealous but tries to hide it—poorly. He’ll sulk until you reassure him.

Training dates. Lots of them. You’ll be in peak shape.

Is your biggest fan and so proud of you.

Is the first to ask if you want his jersey when you accompany him to a game. I'm really happy inside when you say yes.

🏐 Daichi Sawamura

TOTAL boyfriend material. Protective without being overbearing. He gives you so much emotional security.

So incredibly GOOD at communication.

Loves going on morning jogs with you, then making breakfast together.

At first you didn't like it that much because you weren't as fit as him. But then you got better and Daichi trained with you slowly.

You’re his priority. He'll drop everything if you need him.

The kind of guy who remembers your coffee order, your pet peeves, and the stories you told him months ago.

He's lowkey really romantic, writing you little notes or texting you affirmations when he knows you're having a rough day.

Forehead kisses? Always.

Very into PDA. Not too much, but there's always an arm around your waist or he's taking you in his arms.

🏐 Shōyō Hinata

A literal ray of sunshine. Being with him is like dating joy personified.

He makes every day feel exciting, even if you’re just grocery shopping.

Loves handholding, piggyback rides, and selfies.

Tries to learn your hobbies so you can do them together (even if he sucks at them).

Since he is very hyper, sometimes it can be too much. He is very happy when you tell him that you should probably do something quieter.

Since he is very hyper, sometimes it can be too much. He is very happy to be reminded, when you tell him that you should probably do something quieter.

Tells everyone about you. His teammates, his mom, strangers—“Did I tell you about my girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? They’re the BEST.”

Will literally run to you when you need him.

🏐 Yū Nishinoya

Passionate, loud, and full of love. You're his whole world.

Constantly hypes you up like you’re a celebrity. "LOOK AT THEM. PERFECTION."

Makes up songs about you. In public.

Very into physical touch. Bear hugs, dramatic dips, tackling you onto the couch for cuddles.

Extremely loyal. Once he's committed, he's all in.

Spontaneous adventures are his love language—midnight beach trips, late-night karaoke, you name it.

Yes, he is very funny and extroverted, but he can also be serious. almost dominant. You live this hidden, more private side. He is very multifaceted and you love discovering every side of him.

Sometimes he has insecurities if you two are different heights. But you always tell him that he is good the way he is and that his wonderful personality makes up for the lack of size.

He loves it when you ruffle his hair when you both watch volleyball matches on TV. Btw, public viewing dates during big competitions are totally your thing.

🏐 Ryūnosuke Tanaka

The “scary guy with a heart of gold” boyfriend.

Treats you like royalty. Will physically square up with anyone who disrespects you.

Super into matching accessories. You have couple keychains, bracelets, maybe even hoodies.

Loves teasing you but melts when you do it back.

Protective to a fault, but it's sweet. Like walking you home, carrying your heavy stuff, glaring at anyone who looks at you funny.

Calls you every cute nickname in the book. “Babe,” “Darling,” “Angel-face.”

🏐 Tsukishima Kei

Sarcastic and emotionally reserved, but deeply loyal once you get past his walls.

Shows love through small, thoughtful actions—bringing you snacks, remembering your schedule, giving you his scarf when it’s cold.

Doesn’t say “I love you” often, but when he does, it means everything.

Will make fun of you, but in a way that makes you laugh, not cry.

Secretly loves cuddling while listening to music, especially if you let him rest his head on your shoulder.

Thinks you’re the only person who truly “gets” him, and he’ll quietly treasure that forever.

🏐 Yamaguchi Tadashi

Absolute sweetheart. Anxious, yes, but also incredibly caring and emotionally intelligent.

He writes you sweet messages when he’s too shy to say them out loud.

Constantly asks if you’re okay, if you’re happy, if there’s anything you need.

Brings you little gifts—tea, your favorite candy, random trinkets that reminded him of you.

Loves quiet dates: reading together, sketching, stargazing.

He’s your biggest cheerleader and gets visibly proud when you succeed.

🏐 Ushijima Wakatoshi

Surprisingly gentle and attentive despite his intense presence.

He listens intently, like every word you say matters.

Not into PDA but very affectionate in private—he’ll hold you like he never wants to let go.

His love language is acts of service—carrying your bags, cooking for you, fixing things around your place.

Sends you “are you eating properly?” texts at the most random times.

Will always be honest with you—even if it’s blunt. But he respects and values your opinions just as much.

🏐 Oikawa Tōru

At first, he's all charm and flirtation, but once he's serious about you, he’s deeply devoted.

He has insecurities and might need extra reassurance—but he gives it back tenfold.

Sends long good morning and good night texts, filled with emojis and affection.

Takes you on fancy dates and lazy couch days. Loves both equally if it’s with you.

Shows you off to everyone. “Can you believe someone this amazing is dating me?”

When he loves, he loves big. The kind of love that writes songs, memorizes your quirks, and plans your future together.

[velvet-paradox]

Naughty

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x Female reader Length: Medium Summary: You like your man a little mean and he obliges. Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, reader discretion advised, established relationship, name calling (dumb, dummy, toy, slut), strong language, porn with very little plot, a lot of brain rot going on here friends, light slapping (but not painful), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talking, detailed smut. P.S. I may or may not have a lovi obsession just sayin'. OK BYE Tagging: @synnersaint

She likes it when he's mean.

When he comes home hot and still full of spit and vinegar. Says it turns her on to get a little kaleidoscope glimpse in to what his enemies get the full taste of. Of course he's never truly mean to her, how could he? He loves his little dummy back home. With her glittering eyes and open arms, waiting patiently for him mission after mission. Her hugs are the best. Welcoming him home, where he belongs, even if he does reek of gun residue, sweat and gore.

Blood doesn't bother her, whether it be her own or Keegan's, she's not shy with the sticky stuff. She's cleaned his wounds with bare hands and when she's finished she's got more dirt and grime under her nails then he did. She's even stitched his forehead once or twice, much to his disapproval even though when he chances a look in the mirror, he can barely see the scars.

She's good.

Too good.

Too good for him, she doesn't deserve the junk and turmoil he brings to her doorstep. Wounds that won't heal, scars that won't fade. But he tries. He tries to be a good man when he's not running point, when he's not given instructions to just barrel through and get the job at hand, done. Keegan wants to be a good man; good enough to deserve you.

He looks at your photo when he's alone in his tent, on the road, in the helo. When the world is just too fucking loud, he's careful to take it out of his front left breast pocket (safe keeping of course), looking at your beautiful handwriting first.

FROM ONE DUMMY TO ANOTHER XOXO

He'll smile at it, beneath his ghost balaclava or bare and streaked when he's all alone, before he'll turn it over. Still after these tedious months, he gets that tingle in the pit of his stomach, the ends of his toes, the balls of his feet, the seam where God himself split his sac.

You don't have to be naked to look this fucking good. In fact, you're fully clothed, only your soft hands are available, giving two peace signs on the back of his motorcycle. Two of his most precious guilty pleasures.

"Come on, come on." Your whine cuts through the forgotten music in the background, the faint smell of a homecooked meal wafts up the stairs and renders the man completely useless.

Keegan is transfixed at the leash in his hand, the black leather is soft and worn in his palm, the chain clinks quietly when he moves his wrist and finally looks down. Stunned once more by your beauty. On your knees in a lacy one piece, slinky at best, leaving just a hint of peek-a-boo skin through the fine material. The leash is of course attached to the collar around your neck, next thing he sees is your wiggling, hips swaying as if you had a tail, sticking out your tongue in a lewd and obscene manner.

"You said we were gonna' play," you pouted as Keegan smiled down at your desperation. Distance did make the heart grow fonder and stitched your desires back together. "Don't you wanna' play with me?"

"Of course I do baby," Keegan pet your pretty face, humming when you nuzzled against his palm. "I'm just trying to figure out which hole I'd rather stretch out tonight."

The gasp and look in your eyes hit him straight in the groin, knowing damn he'd never sunk into that tight ring of muscle as of yet. You'd need preparation, time and training of course and more than just spit as lube.

Keegan shuffled and wound the chain around his thick fist, drawing you up on your knees. "You wanna' play? Let's play."

….

Your noises are music to his ears, long forgotten are the spraying bullets and shouts of commands, what's left, the only sounds that matter are of desire. Not too long ago were you taunting him from over your shoulder. He forced you to stand, about face, hands on the wall as he kicked your legs open. Biting his tongue at the way you arched your back and made your ass jiggle, pushing back against him as he tried to remain as still as possible. Which wasn't easy.

You never took it easy it on Keegan, he was a man of war. As much as you'd tease him, make that pretty noise when you wanted something badly enough to vocalize it, he'd lose his composure. Keeping the balaclava on just a little longer until he couldn't take it anymore.

He tossed you to the bed after that stunt, crawling over you, the clips of his fresh gear snagging on the lace as he covered your mouth with one hand, pinned your hip down with the other and stared into your fluttering eyes.

"You sound so good baby, so damn needy for me. You can hardly stand it, huh? Look at you, already moaning like a slut for me, just for me right? No one else."

You shook your head frantically, mumbling behind his palm until he lifted it away from your lips. "What's that, pet?"

"No one. No one else, I promise. Just you," you licked his hand sensually, keeping your eyes on his face as you laid back down. "I only want you to slut me out."

Keegan chuckled lowly with a nod of approval, pinching your side. "Good girl. Now just keep letting me know how good you feel, yeah? 'm gonna' keep going until you're shaking, making a fucking mess, is that understood?"

Your enthusiastic face made him hard.

Keegan ripped off his mask and got down on his knees, dipping the bed with his weight. He delighted in your squeals and giggles, fitting your legs over his shoulders, licking his lips when he realized the only the thing separating his mouth from your pussy was a pair of flat snap buttons.

Now listen, Keegan is no slouch when it comes to eating pussy. He knows what he's doing. If there were a (pun intended) eating contest, there would be a trophy case decorated with a few honorable medals as well.

The first time he tasted you, you almost broken his nose, bucking up hard into his face. You apologized repeatedly but Keegan just laughed it off, saying that would be the best excuse for his twice broken nose already. He licked his name against your clit. Letter by letter, shapes and swirls as he claimed your cunt.

K was a pointed tongue slashed against the hooded nub, the first E was gentle and flat tongued, the other E was followed by a slow and deliberate suck, G was a sloppy swirl and A and N were hummed to a tune of his own making.

Your hands moving to brush back his hair felt so damn good on his scalp, panting and wiggling for him. It had been two weeks too long. "Please baby that's it, that's it." Your voice was already fucked.

"I know you fucking love it," Keegan grunted against your sex, taking a moment to grace your slick folds with the bridge of his nose, chuckling lowly when you keened. "You just fucking love it when I devour you whole, don't you? Yes you do, tastes so fucking good."

When Keegan got lost in the sauce there was no telling just what he'd say, what string of commands or obscenities he'd loop together in some sensual tapestry that left you breathless.

"Yeah? I taste good?"

Keegan lifted his head, remnants of black grease paint over his pretty eyes looked up at you from between your legs, making them tremble in his grip. "You taste divine, princess."

With that, Keegan brought you to the edge, licking and sucking, toying with your cunt when he tagged in his fingers to join in the fun, those thick fingers breached your hole and stretched you out over and over until you begged. Sobbed for him to let you cum, that you couldn't hold it back any longer and oh how did Keegan love it when you begged!

"Come on sweetie, you can do better than that. Turns me on when you do it…. so fucking beg."

He licked your arousal from his fingers, making an absolute show of it too. "Good job, baby. You did such a good job for me." Keegan groaned as you panted to catch your breath, laid out and limber. He could throw you over his shoulders if he wanted, flip you over with ease, your limp body just going through the motions. Keegan could (and has) had you in every position possible and some that required a bit of technical work, a little fine tuning, angling his hips just so, holding your neck or lacing your fingers together.

Keegan is a man of many talents, in and out of the bedroom as he shifts and takes off his belt-- one handed. Your glassy eyes shine in the dim light from the room, predatory as you drink him in while he undresses.

Your hands are on his waist, burning hot before gives a gentle pat to the outside of your thigh, rolling you over on to your stomach. Sometimes he can't help himself and he gets this primal surge deep in his groin to obliterate you, break you, fuck you raw and stupid until you're a sloppy little mess of limbs and cum.

The smacks to your ass are deliberate and you raise up only to be pushed back down, Keegan grunted at you to keep still, to spread your legs, keep that one bent, just like that.

Keegan edges himself, rock hard in his hand as you dips just the crown of it around the base you, still wet. That bit of pre-cum on the tip is enough to wiggle between your cheeks with ease.

You shudder when he does that thing you like.

His spit slips between you, another glob of it makes it a sound leaving his mouth and hitting his shaft.

"Jesus Keegan, fuck me already. I need it."

"Oh I've got just what you need you dumb little pet," he grabs the leash, tugging on the chain as you pull on the sheets. "Whose my dumb little girl, huh? Is it you, baby? Are you my dummy girl?"

"Fuck. Yes."

Keegan yanks on it, jerking your head back. "Say it. I wanna' hear you say it."

Fuck; he's throbbing.

"I'm your dumb little girl. Just so fucking-- God that feels so good... I'm so dumb, so dumb for your cock, baby. Please."

"Good job." Keegan cooed and then thrusted in deep. "Let's slut you out then, yeah?"

….

God you're pretty. Clawing at the sheets as he fucks you through another orgasm. The clanking, your moans and body bending, arching into his touch like a needy cat. Pet me pet me pet me.

"Baby please," you paw at him, sentences die on your tongue, failing to make it out of the column of your throat. "I'm gonna' cum again." Now on your back with your knees pretty much to your chest, rocking on his cock with his momentum, the leash pulled skin tight.

"Awww of course you are. I can feel you squeezing me, my dumb little girl is getting her pretty little hole fucked out. You're so fucking hot," Keegan moaned out, he dragged a hand down his face, salt and sweat, paint staining his hands before he smeared it over your chest. He's marked you in a number of ways but to see you marked like this, with his mystery always got him going.

"Just like that-- ha!" you drawled, an almost pained 'oh my God' seeped into the air behind clenched teeth. Keegan mimicked you instantly, keeping his hand pressed between your tits. "I'm gonna' cum again, don't stop!"

Keegan's chuckle held desire and humor, fitting one of your legs over his shoulder, smearing his face against your calf. He was tempted to take a bite, too. Those intrusive thoughts always got the better of him.

"You think I could ever stop fucking this pussy, huh? Fuck yeah, squeeze around me again baby. You're such a good girl for me," Keegan was rewarded by his own praise when you leaned up to watch him split you open, spit on your pussy and fuck you harder.

What can I say? The man has stamina.

"Oh my God! Keep going keep going, fuck."

Your legs started to shake the minute Keegan's thumb met your swollen bundle of nerves, throbbing around his cock, crying out for more more more, that you couldn't take it. You came with a whine, sobbing with your release that flooded around the base of his cock. Keegan growled and gave it, chomping down the sensitive meat of your leg.

"Good job, baby. You look so fucking cute when you cum, when you're all brain dead," Keegan hissed through his teeth and pinned you down, heavy hands on your knees as he spread you open. "Open up for me, let me finish inside you. Gonna' fuckin' fill you up, two weeks is bullshit. Stay awake baby," he gently slapped your face in quick succession, jerking your chin to make you look at him and only him. "Don't get all dizzy on me now dummy, you've got some more dick to take."

She's really going to get it now...

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 96

Part 1 Part 95

Mom makes him go home when he starts dosing on Steve’s hospital bed. But it’s okay because she kisses Steve’s cheek before she leaves, and Eddie and Wayne stay parked by his side. 

The connection’s easier now. It’s like all that time straining for Steve has snapped something into place. He can feel them all the time, a warm buzzing in his chest. He wonders if he runs hot now. If the warmth will diffuse through his whole being, make coats obsolete even in the dead of winter. 

Hopper is waiting for them in the waiting room, El burrowed into his side. She looks wan, and tired, drooping into her extravagant coat, eyeliner running down her cheeks like she’s been crying. Something inside him twists when he looks at her.

Before he can untangle that knot of emotion, Hopper stands up, both hands slapping against his knees first the same way Mike’s dad does before he gets up from his recliner. “You ready to go?” he asks, not looking away from Mom. 

When Will glances up, Mom’s smiling up at Hopper in a way he doesn’t want to think about. The adults talk quietly in front, leaving El to stumble tiredly along beside Will. She’s staring at the side of his face. Will can’t bring himself to look back. 

“Steve,” she says, sounding the word out and making it longer like it still tastes foreign on her tongue. “He is okay?”

When Will gets up the courage to look over, her eyes are big and worried. He smiles at her helplessly. It’s almost funny how innocent she looks; like she’s a bunny dressed up in punk clothes. “He’ll be okay.”

She smiles, small and close lipped, but it still beams out of her like the sun. Will tilts his head to the side and tries to see what Mike sees in her. He wants to hide her in Castle Byers, build a fortress around her, and keep her away from all the lab people for the rest of her life. 

Is that howMike felt, hiding her in his basement, giving her frozen eggos and keeping his mouth shut? 

But then her lips thin and she looks forward again. The feelings vanishes. It’s just El, hia friend, despite how much of Mike’s attention she’d snapped up just by being herself. 

“I’m glad,” she says, looking at Hopper’s broad back as she takes two steps for each one of his. 

It’s quiet after that, the way it always is after; all of them too brittle and bruised and bone-deep tired for conversation.

Hopper’s truck rat-a tat-tats itself to life in the hospital parking lot. The radio croons out something quiet and thrumming until Hopper reaches over to shut it off.

El’s heads smushed into the window, vibrating against the pot-holed roads of Hawkins.

Will’s so tired he’s wide awake. 

He watches the familiar buildings of Hawkins flicker by. It's been a long time since knowing his surroundings brought any comfort. 

Monsters could live behind every door, every tree, every smiling face.

He’s not sure any of them will ever feel safe again. 

Will closes his eyes, locking the scenery out so he can focus on the bundle of warmth in his chest. They’re still huddled together, two sparks merging in his chest. 

The past couple days have been a necessary violation of Eddie’s private feelings. He’d bared them all with love confessions and grasping hands, trying to pull Steve back from the edge of immolation. 

He’s not even sure Steve knows, hopes he does. Steve deserves to hold that love delicately between his palms and choose what to do with it. 

He won’t crush it, even if it’s unreturned. He’ll hold it gently like he always does.

Will doesn’t realize he fell asleep, or that they’d arrived home until he’s in free-fall. It feels like one of those falling dreams where you wake up solidly in the middle of your bed, but this time he really is tumbling, only Jonathan’s arms keeping him from hitting the gravel. 

“Are you okay?” he asks shakily as he pulls Will into his chest, holding him tight enough to hurt. “I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, sweetie,” Mom murmurs, wrapping them both up in her arms, chin landing solidly on Jonathan’s shoulder, sandwiching Will between their bodies. “Everyone’s fine, right Will?”

Will murmurs his affirmation, feeling groggy and confused in the light of day. 

“I was with Nancy,” Jonathan whispers. “I was just with Nancy, and you were–I almost–”

“Shh,” Mom cuts him off, reaching up to cradle his face and smile up at him. Will barely catches the edge of his watering eyes from his restricted vantage point between them. “Everyone’s fine.”

“I should have been he–”

“Jonathan,” Mom interrupts again, sharper this time. “Everyone is fine. You deserve a normal life.”

“But Will–”

“I’m fine!” Will cuts in this time. 

Jonathan pulls back, looking down at him with worried, droopy eyes. “And Steve? Mike said he was possessed.”

Will feels that bundle of warmth in his heart, lets it shine through his smile as he looks up at his brother. “He’ll be okay.” As Jonathan droops with relief, Will feels his smile turn cheeky. “Eddie will never let you forget that you were on a date while we were fighting monsters, though.”

Jonathan closes his eyes, pained while Mom laughs. 

It’s not until they’re walking toward the front door that Will notices the lack of demo-dog bodies. There’s still puddles of black oil-slick blood, but everything else looks normal. Who covered their tracks? The lab? Hopper?

He settles down for the debrief, pillowing his head on Jonathan’s shoulder as Hopper’s even tones flit through his brain. 

Maybe familiar places no longer hold any comfort, but Jonathan’s bony frame is enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep.

Part 97

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[leonardalphachurch]

@redvsbluesecretsanta for @eyeaball!

they asked for something with donut, or with kai and caboose being friends, so i kinda melded those together into this, and then the rest of blue team wanted to participate…

the formatting for this was done using @sabotourist's chatlog formatting code! ty again so much raven for helping with troubleshooting! i know usually i like to put my writing both on here and on ao3 so ppl can choose where to read it but bc of the formatting this can only be read on ao3.

[fantomevoleur]

HEY BOY HEY!!! HEY I SEE THAT HESITATION IN THAT FIRST DIALOGUE CHOICE!! I SEE THOSE THREE DOTS!! I SEE HOW YOU HAVE TO HOLD YOURSELF BACK THERE AND YOU NEED TO PAUSE FOR A MOMENT TO THINK ABOUT HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE SITUATION!!!

ESPECIALLY SINCE YOU GET TO HEAR YOUR DAD IS ALIVE AND WELL IN THIS ALTERNATE WORLD TOO!!!

I can't say if there's a hint of jealousy with Akira here as well? Because Futaba was able to see her mother, spend time with her and Sojiro, meanwhile Akira only gets a few phone calls from his father during the month of January. There's definitely some jealousy and maybe some sliiiiiight resentment he doesn't get to see his dad at all during this time, but watching these two go through the turmoil and strife of realizing their most desirable wish (one of Akira's, aside the stuff with Akechi) was not all that fake...is so, so heartbreaking. They wanted to see their parental guardian, Maruki made it so, and for Futaba she went along with it because it was too good to be true. She enjoyed seeing her mother again, even with the nagging feeling that something was wrong. Meanwhile, Akira's heart nearly DROPPED when he heard his dad's voice, and he KNEW IMMEDIATELY this wasn't good at all. It's an opposite reaction from Futaba's. But like...goddamn, did Akira want to believe, at first, it was his father on the other end.

[evanescentdawn]

idea: modern au, kakashi gains custody of sasuke (a blast from the past! I wanted to do one from to do list that was from years ago, was gonna do orv ideas but it didn’t pan put so Naruto it is, the hashimada romeo & Juliet idea was very close to being done but ahaha I ended up choosing this!)

Kakashi wasn’t close to the Uchihas. But he knew Itachi and Obito. Itachi much to a less extent, but he could hardly believe what he hears over the phone. It happened overnight, the entire family including the extended family. Kakashi needs to sit down after he hears it.

Sasuke is the only one left.

[astrolotte]

Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

[ulteri0rm0tives]

WORST part of replaying this game. Is that i actually *have* to progress through (most of) it to see Kerry again... Like having to wade through little chocolate gold colds to get to the real shit that ACTUALLY matters.

It actually sucks you meet him so late in the game and only get so much time with him :( especially because I (personally) find his romance and plotline to be one of the more developed slash more enjoyable ones and I just :( wish they gave us more time with him ugh I jUST MISS HIM OKAY GUYS I MISS THIS OLD MAN!!!

[crescenthistory]

have you ever had something so significant and impactful happen to you but it’s in a really niche area that you can’t really tell anyone in your general life about, so you’re just left imploding and silently screaming???? it’s hell 😭😭

very long story made semi-short; my found family and i have attended and contributed to a live action role play camp twice a year for almost a decade now that’s based on hogwarts/the hp universe and really fucking well made by a skilled team. and you get really fucking attached to these characters because for a few weeks every year you live as them and make friends as them and it’s REAL even though it’s not. my last character was so fucking devastating and important to me, and she had this epic tragic love story with my best friend’s character. we haven’t played them since we finished their storyline in 2023. AND MY BEST FRIEND WAS JUST ASKED TO RETURN AS THAT CHARACTER FOR THIS YEAR’S CAMP????? that’s HUGE, the game masters never make requests like that and it’s super secret but he told me (because it would be cruel not to with our characters’ backstories) and i’m just reeling with shock and excitement and fear. like i’m left REELING at the fact that i get to see him again (him being my bsf’s old character) (bc when you finish playing someone you never get to “see” them again uknow? it’s a whole thing) and also at what this means and all the wounds from the two of them are opening up again and we’re just DYING. we have no idea why he was asked back or what will happen it’s INSANE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. to deal with it all i’m knitting and crocheting him a bunch of different things that my character has made for his (they live together on her family farm and she uses crafts and art to cope</33) and we’re just literally crying. i love them, they’re sunshine x sunshine and literal soulmates — i made that character based on the concept of what would happen if a sensitive, creative child had the most gentle and accepting parents who cultivated kindness. and then there was a war and her parents were fucking killed offfffff and it was such a huge thing. she lost her leg, her boyfriend lost his eye. it was a whole thing. i’m jittery with emotion and handcrafting at god’s speed because this camp is in three weeks and i’m just. dying. and screaming. my poor wife. (dw she attends the camp too and is screaming with me)

[softquietsteadylove]

Poor fisherman Gil getting turned to the same species as Thena for a day because of some wich and now he finds out how Thena finds him very hot in his form

"Thena!"

"Gil?" Thena turned, her hair fanning around her in the water. It was still a distance away, but she knew that voice. Although, she never expected to hear it in this way again. She squinted, hoping to focus her eyes on the far, far distance.

There was a small dot of black, swimming towards her. It was moving quickly, using a thick, strong tail. Its fins were thick, like a shark's, dark against the blue like an angler.

"Gil!" She swam, her tail propelling her urgently. Her arms reached out against the currents, a habit she'd picked up from her human mate.

"Angelfish!" Gil burst in relief as he got his arms around her. They circled in the water, their tails swishing so closely they knocked together. "I'm so glad I found you!"

She blinked, her eyes adjusting again. She could feel the dark scales raised on his skin, the dorsal spines running down his back between the muscles of his torso. Her fins reacted naturally to the way the water bent around his larger, stronger fins.

He pouted as she pulled away. "I was worried I wouldn't be able to find you. It's a whole lot of nothing out here!"

She laughed faintly, although she quieted herself at his distress. "Everything identifiable is further down, love. Sandbanks, current changes, there are reefs and-"

Gil latched onto her again. "Well, I didn't expect to have to come find you like this."

He had a point. Thena let him cling to her, although it was decidedly odd behaviour for a mer. "Indeed--why are you out here like this?"

He groaned, making bubbles rise from the gills on his neck. "I don't know what happened."

She listened patiently as he started drifting downward listlessly, letting his worries sink him a little at a time. She took his hand, also odd for a mer, but assuring him she was there.

"I reeled up this weird looking eel-fish-thing. I was gonna cut it loose, thought maybe it was an endangered species or something. But then I got close, this purple gas came out of nowhere, and suddenly my legs were gone."

"Hm," Thena mused aloud. She could see how that was alarming. It was one thing for her to practice and then perfect splitting her tail into legs. And while it was embarrassing and frustrating to lose that control in times of fatigue, she could only imagine how frightening it would be to experience it completely without knowledge or prior attempts.

"I slid myself off the deck of Titania so I could come find you," Gil finished, practically whimpering at her.

She offered a smile and leaned in to kiss him. "Fear not, my lionfish. I doubt it will last."

"You think?" he asked her as she continued her affections. They drifted closer to the coral reefs below.

She nodded, guiding him more deliberately towards some ledges of coral formations on which they could rest. "Old magic like that is rare, but all the tales of it never speak of anything lasting longer than a moon."

Gil looked down at himself, bending his tail as they managed to hover around the coral and sand. "I wasn't exactly planning on taking a day off work, let alone like this. And Titania isn't even anchored!"

"Gil," she said gently, tipping his chin to kiss him again. It seemed to calm him, and she had to admit that kissing him in this form - feeling the bend of his fangs under his lip - held a certain addictiveness to her. She blamed it on her instincts.

"Okay, okay, you're right," he sighed, again releasing his excess air via his gills. Even they were lovely.

He looked around them, now able to see a few mers in the area, further from the surface. "I had kind of hoped I could ask someone if they had seen you, but no one was around. And if I did see anything even resembling a mer it just...swam off."

Thena smiled again. Her mate was truly adorable. "I can see why."

His gills puffed. "What does that mean?"

Her eyes drifted down from the rich colour of his eyes to the exposure of his collar bone. Usually, he was preoccupied with covering himself, even at home, more often than not. But she had a full view of his chest, the perfect blend of muscle and fat. His dark scales encroached on it, harmonizing with the lovely colour of his skin. His upper abdominal muscles bulged, a line running down them until his scales from either side of his back met and formed the upper beginnings of his tail.

"Angelfish?"

She darted her eyes back up to his. This was not the time for her to be appraising his appeal as a mate. "You look a little...sharklike."

"Really?" he looked down at himself. Of course, both of them next to each other, the contrast was visible. His tail and fins were thicker, more cartilage than thin membrane stretched between spines. "Huh."

Thena squeaked, her own gills bubbling as he reached down and ran his thumb over the webbing of one of her fins. Red bloomed across her face.

"Whoa," he commented mildly, comparing the feeling of her fin and his own. He ran it between his thumb and finger, like he did with hers. "That's such a weird sensation. It's like...I dunno, I've never had an extra limb like this."

Thena was unable to offer comment, too flustered at having him explore her so liberally.

"So," he looked at her again, completely unaware of how badly he had flustered her. "Is it bad?--how I look, I mean."

"Oh," she gulped, her gills breathing for her. She resettled her tail, hoping it wasn't vibrating from the stimulation. "N-No, not necessarily."

"Is it, uh," he made a face, also resettling himself to 'sit' with her (in a sense), "uncommon?"

She pushed her hair over her shoulder and out of her way. "No, Gil, it's...well, it isn't common. But it's in no way unfavorable."

He looked around them again. They were getting a few looks by passing mers, both individuals, and even mated pairs passing through. "You sure?"

"Indeed," she murmured, also eyeing those who paid them special attention. "Intimidating, perhaps, but not unfavorable."

"How is it good to be intimidating?" he asked, and it reminded her that he felt sensitively about his size as a human, too. He was such a gentle soul, he didn't like it when other humans assumed he was of an unpleasant disposition.

Her sweet human.

Thena sighed, taking his hand again, clasping it between hers. "To other bulls, I mean, Gil. You are an intimidating rival to other males."

"Oh," he made another face, and then his eyes went wide, "oh! Wait, you mean, like...I'm-"

"A fine specimen," she finished for him, no matter what it was he would have said. She huffed, "and believe me, the others here have noticed."

Gil raised a brow at her. He took another brief look around, although she was happy to note that he didn't seem to really notice anyone. "Really?"

"Is it so unbelievable?" she challenged. She rose from their relaxed position on the smooth coral overhang, dusting up the sand below. "I'll have you know that mers are very selective about potential mates. You cut a very promising prospect."

Gil rose to join her, easily only having to beat his tail once for every two of hers. "You know I don't care about that, hon."

Thena followed another mer taking notice of them with her eyes. In fact, she let her whole head swivel, making sure they knew they were not unchallenged. "It is not up to you, I'm afraid. Those interested will take notice whether I want them to or not."

She hissed at the passerby, just to really send a message.

Gil chuckled next to her. "Now you know how I feel all the time."

Her gills puffed again as he turned her gently to stop glaring at others and look at him. He brushed his thumb against the necklace permanently corded around her neck.

Thena happily leaned in, angling her shoulders forward as her tail swished happily. Kissing wasn't foreign to mers, but it wasn't the primary mode of conveying affection, either. This was much more human, but she had no qualms.

Gil kissed her eagerly, their fangs clicking together a few times in their vigour. His arms wrapped around her, his fingers tracing the spines along her back bone. She really had to tell him that he was quite handsy as a mer.

She purred as they separated, her hands on his cheeks, him still holding her as close as their tails could allow.

"It's quite a vulgar display, isn't it?"

Thena turned, hissing and splaying her fins at whomever it was that felt the need to comment, no matter who it was. "Away!"

It was two other mermaids, eyeing her with displeasure. It was not unlike having to confront human women on land, though. Defending her territory as a mate was always the same, legs or tail.

The two waved at Gil. "Do come find us if you tire of her."

Gil let his offense at the suggestion show on his face. His lip curled up in a snarl to show off his impressive fangs. "Trade a pearl for a rock, you mean?"

The female's jaw dropped.

Thena snickered at both the jab and her reaction to it. They turned sharply, flapping their tails forcefully in their exit. Thena was happy to send them away without their satisfaction. She circled on the spot a few times, displaying her unwillingness to back down.

Gil reached up to pull her down to him again. He was amused. "Are mers always so...forward about mates?"

Thena gave one last withering look in the direction of the two intruders. "Not always that forward. But I did tell you--you are a desirable prospect. And those without a mate would happily make an offer to you. Clearly my presence is not an obstacle."

"Well," Gil pulled her close again, despite or perhaps in spite of how they were just scrutinised for it. "How should I convey I'm a taken man--or mer, I guess."

She smiled, pressing her lips to his again, if briefly this time. "Only for a day. And just stay close to me. I will handle any potential interlopers."

"Well," he drawled. He was having fun, now. "If I'm so intimidating looking--what with my shark fins and all."

He spoke lightly of it, but it wasn't that common, and it did make him entirely too appealing to the eye.

"Maybe I should put it to good use," he nuzzled her cheek, making sure to settle himself next to her ear. "And make it clear that I'm happily mated."

Thena did her best to resist the urge to flutter like a jellyfish. She nuzzled into him in return, again indulging in such affections based on her merly instinct (she told herself). "It should be obvious to anyone. You are far too alluring a specimen to be without mate, after all."

"Is that so?" he raised an eyebrow at her as she trailed a finger down his open chest. "Well, it's a good thing I'm so 'alluring', as you put it."

She pursed her lips, awaiting his reasoning. But she blushed as his fin caressed hers in a way she refused to believe was accidental. "Gil!"

"I'll have to be, to be with the most beautiful mermaid in all the seven seas."

[lisavetbathory]

what I love about the buffyverse as a writer is that literally nothing’s off the table.

Giles can wreak havoc as his teenage self and sleep with Buffy’s mom with no consequences because candy magic. Willow can turn into a ghost for a night because costume magic. Buffy can read minds for a hot second because demons. Xander can almost get eaten by a teacher who’s actually a prey mantis because why not. Or make all women fall in love with him to the point of mob backed murder because love spell.

[dayurno]

riko in kayleigh’s care au yeahh…

riko: KEVIN WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME FREAK LEAVE ME ALONE??? *terrified for his life*

kevin, an autistic 7 year old: i have this rock in my pocket. for you

AND HE DOES............ riko he has this rock in his pocket. for you.

its cute to me it really is i think they're so funny and kevin is seriously so autistic. riko at this point hasn't interacted with any other children his age outside of little league and kevin is not just patently unusual he's also 1) super intense 2) loud 3) excited beyond belief over having someone to play with. SO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HAPPY HE IS. most children would be happy to get a brother no matter what but this child in specifically has spent a lot of time with nannies or in adult-world events with his mother so of course he's happy to have a friend to accompany him!!! are you crazy!!!!!! the way i see it on riko's first day with the days (heh) kevin teaches him approximately three hundred different games in a span of two hours that riko either brutally rejects for not being exy (which kevin agrees with but also says they have to play other games because not all children know exy) (he's shocked by this too) or just outright doesn't understand because kevin's accent is so thick :)

BUT I THINK despite riko's fragile state and the ghosts that will inevitably follow him well into adulthood, it is a happy childhood.......... it's hard and at points feels hopeless, but when riko grows older he does look back and understands kevin's intentions and maybe even is a little grateful that someone was willing to reach out to his angry terrified traumatized 7 year old self. i think this k & r are not as close as they were in canon for a myriad of reasons, the biggest one being that riko's relationship to kevin and kayleigh is pretty complex because he feels like an outsider, but they're also a lot more well-meaning towards each other. they don't understand the other as well as they'd like to (i'd wager kevin will spend years and years trying to understand riko and failing to) but i do think they get impossibly closer after (sorry) kayleigh dies, which i can imagine happening in their late 30s to mid 40s. they'll always be brothers <3:)

[x-gon-give-it]

Writing a smuttyWriting a saucy one-shot for a friend and WHOOO been a hot minute since I've written smut. Just finished writing/editing a blowjob scene and I think it's going pretty well ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Crossing my fingers that I can get this posted by the end of the week! It's going to be a precursor one-shot to my assassin Spideypool fic Misfire (link included if you're interested).

If not, you wont' need to read the main fic to understand the one-shot and vice versa. This is just for fun :3

[seleneprince]

Not me coming back from Tcoaal and realizing the potential parallels between the main characters and the akashi siblings (-takeomi).

TW: Dark themes ahead, including manipulation, gaslighting, dubious consent, incestuous behaviour, sexual innuendos and overall pure toxic energy. Beware.

Both of them being raised by a neglectful and bordeline abusive caretaker (takeomi didn't give a fuck about haruchiyo's wellbeing and he even saw senju as a way to gain more power for himself). Haruchiyo being forced to take care of Senju and act like her pseudo-parent most of the time when takeomi can't be bothered to do so. Both growing closer and very dependent of each other because they have no one else to turn to and takeomi prefers to let haruchiyo handle it. Senju seems to be the favourite, but Takeomi can't stand tears and has little to no patience, so he passes her off to Haruchiyo whenever she gets difficult. It's only when she's "behaving" that Takeomi pays attention to her.

It was Haruchiyo who kissed her scrapped knees and cuts when she hurt herself to "take the pain away". It was up to him to read her bedtime stories when she couldn't sleep, to wipe her nose when it was runny, to stay by her side when she was sick. Takeomi went out of his way to make young Haruchiyo raise Senju so he didn't have to himself. And while he loves his sister more than anything, he also resents her, because he's being forced to sacrifice his childhood for her. There are times, when he's alone with his thoughts, that he wishes she didn't exist. This causes him nightmares.

Imagine them having to share a room because they struggle with money (their parents are clearly nowhere in the picture), so takeomi makes them sleep in the same room for years to save space. Senju sneaking into Haru's bed when she's scared and he always lets her, with complaints and sighs, but they always end up asleep in each other's arms. It becomes their routine, specially when they know Takeomi wouldn't ever listen to their fears or worries, let alone try to reassure them.

"It's okay, Senju. We have each other. That's all we need", he's caressing her hair and she believes him.

Imagine them after the "plane incident", when Haru's mental state begins to deteriorate. As expected, Takeomi doesn't try to comfort him, inmediately blaming him once again, and Senju feels so terribly guilty she cries about it. She eventually confesses Haruchiyo the truth and his resentment grows out of the surface. Their once sweet bond slowly grows into something twisted and toxic, because now he hates her but he still loves her too and can't bring himself to stay apart too long. Senju is very wary of him now but still seeks his presence. He tries to push her away, hurting her in places where Takeomi can't see, only to heal her himself later and comforting her like he's not the one who did it. She doesn't dare to speak up, mainly because she feels she deserves it. Haru encourages those thoughts.

"You see what you made me do, sister? This is your fault. Why do you piss me off?"

"I have these scars because of you. I'm gonna have them forever. You shoud make up for it, don't you think?"

"C'mon here, you crybaby, I'll patch you up. I didn't mean to go that far, okay? Here, let me fix it"

When he's not being a jerk, he becomes that caring and loving older brother Senju knows and craves. Those short moments of peace and safety with him are the reason she doesn't cut off ties completely. She's holding unto the hope that her brother will change.

As time passes, he becomes more and more possessive. He isolates Senju to make sure she only has him to rely on, terrorizing her friends (specially the boys) and anyone that shows interest in her. In return, she's also possessive with him and hates when he hangs out with others because it feels like he's "abandoning her". She throws tantrums and is willing to fight back if it means getting him to pay attention to her. He relents most of the time, because he loves seeing her desperate for him and it reassures him that she'll never leave him. He still has outbursts of jealousy, tho.

"What the fuck were you doing talking to him? You really believed he'll love you, that he'll take you out on dates and that bullshit? Don't make me laugh, only I can love someone as wrecked as you"

"Nobody is gonna treat you better than me. Nobody is gonna know you like I do, ever. You don't need anyone else but me. Why would you want other boys when I'm right here?"

It's not hard for Haru to convince her that it's normal for siblings to cuddle and even shower together. She doesn't know anything else, she has no one to tell her it's wrong. When puberty hits him and he starts to experience certain needs, there's only one female he's close enough to imagine having that sort of intimacy with. In his mind, it makes perfect sense. Senju is the only girl in his life, he knows he can touch her without problem, and besides, she fucking owes him that. After everything he's put up with for her, all the sacrifices he did and the mistreatment he endured from Takeomi, it's only fair that Senju lets him have this, right? He believes he's entitled to her in every form and sense.

Senju doesn't think much when he sneaks his hands under her shirt to feel her up, or when he watches her get dressed in creepy silence, or when he makes her sit on his lap. After all, this is what siblings do all the time right? Haruchiyo is just being affectionate in his own way. She's only taken aback when he kisses her for the first time, but she quickly relaxes because "this is what siblings do. We're just practicing, dear sister". Besides, Haru is practically the only male she has contact with (Takeomi is mostly absent and Haru makes sure she doesn't talk to other boys), so when she reaches puberty, she begins to feel sexually attracted to him. Something he notices and enjoys greatly.

"C'mon, aren't you going to let your big bro' touch you? If I don't show you how it's done, how else are you gonna learn? Big brothers do this all the time, y'know? Who better to teach you these things than me?"

"What? You're feeling shy now? I used to change your diapers and bath you for years. I know every part of your body like it's my own. Now get closer, I wanna see you"

"You should be glad to have such a good brother to help you with this. I'm doing this out of my affection for you. Yeah? You like how I'm touching you? Let me hear you then."

Their feelings for each other are messy, twisted and so complex that not even they can fully untangle them. They love each other, that much they know. Haru wants to kill her often, they know it too. Senju wishes he didn't exist, they know that too. But in the end, they also know they need each other more than anything. Not like the air they breathe, more like the smoke of the cigarettes. It's slowly killing them from the inside, but they're addicted to it. They can't exist in a world without the other.

Eventually, his undying devotion for Mikey wins and he runs away, leaving Senju behind. She never forgives him. He never forgets her. Somehow he still manages to be present in her life, if only from afar, but his control has weakened and now Senju is finally free to make friends. To have her own life separated from him. And the more she sees the world without his influence, the more she realizes just how fucked up and how wrong everything he did was. He talks to other people and finds out that kind of behaviour it's, in fact, not normal in siblings. That it's actually considered unnatural and forbidden and so incredibly disgusting. She feels asshamed and embarrassed for it, her perception of Haruchiyo finally changes to realize how he manipulated her all this time. Senju decides it's for the best to cut off contact with him, trying desesperately to bury their sins.

But at this point, he's not letting her go. Ever. It doesn't matter how hard she tries to push him away, he only pulls her back harder. Because despite all the shit that's gone down between them, he still knows her better than anyone and they still have no one else that understands them the way each other do.

And so that's how their relationship goes on through the years, with hatred and regret and love interwined. She's not allowed to move on, but neither does he. They're on opposite sides of the war, but they'll still hold unto each other like their lives depend of it (because they do) with their bloody mouths and bruised knuckles from the brutal fights. Because this wreck of a relationship is all that they have left, as twisted and painful as it is.

They'll pretend there's nothing to it, carrying on with their respective lives away from the other, but eventually, there's always a moment when their hearts beat their brains and they fall into that sick, forbidden dance once again, forgetting about the world and their responsabilities and the tragic childhood they share.

"I told you, didn't I, little sis? Nobody will understand you like I do"

"You're mine to break and care for"

[laniidae-passerine]

I’m finding that the laziest moments of Doctor Who’s writing are the ‘retroactive twists’ - when the show runner reveals something happened way back over there, in the past, before they were even running the show. And we swear it happened, way over there, far back, and you didn’t see it because of reasons but it’s definitely been happening! And it totally makes sense and I absolutely didn’t just pull it out my ass to justify my paper thin plotline! All this kind of writing does is make me miss self contained season length plots. We’ve had people complaining that Moffat was guilty of the “this thing is big and scary and it’s going to happen, oh god it’s showing up, we’re going to discover what it truly is….. next season!!!!!!” plotline (and yes. he was. twelve is my fav doctor but yeah Moffat loved a mysterious horse and a big stick) but now suddenly when RTD gets out his own mysterious horse and a big stick, it’s got to be genius! everything is eventually going to make sense! and we’re absolutely not being had by a man who used to be able to write this show and is now a hack!

[flipitkickit]

just yelled at my brother to kill himself cause he skipped my favorite song atm while I was listening to it. <3