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yanderestarangel · 8 months

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HEADKANONS BI HAN | SUB ZERO MK1 WITH S/O

A/N: I'm going to write headcanons about all the men in MK, I'm going to write one shots, fanfic, I'm going crazy and more horny for each one of them... I'm gay as f*ck. Do you want to make a request? Read my blog rules in the pinned post.

TW: sfw, headcanons in general, afab reader, smut.

He is an aggressive lover. I mean, he's not going to hit you or anything, but he's extremely cold (I laughed after remembering that he's fucking sub zero lol), he's the type to talk the basics, even to you, so don't do it "silly" questions for him, if he's okay or if he ate, he'll answer: "-I'm here in front of you so obviously I'm fine." "-Don't worry, I know how to take care of myself, I'm not a child."

He likes to show his love for you through actions, like buying you something you've been wanting for a while, like giving you a bouquet of flowers, small but meaningful, Bi-Han doesn't know how to express love for anyone, I'm sorry, But it's the truth, but he tries for you, even if it's not the best.

Bi-Han cares about you even if he doesn't express it, he knows that he is a frustrated and wrong man in several actions, even if he wants to lie to himself that he doesn't, you both know that, but if you haven't given up on him, and You're still on his side, it means you love him, and he values that.

Bi Han won't let you work outside of his sight, that is, he will want you at home, you can beg or try to argue, he will say: "-Your job is to be my husband/wife, take care of our house, me and yourself, I can't allow you to go around." -He spoke calmly, but seriously, and that was really his thought, he just wants you to be close to him, he is afraid, terrified, of losing you one day. -

Bi Han is insecure, even if he never admits it, he gets jealous very quickly, he knows that you are a beautiful person, so he knows that many ninjas lust after you, even though you are married to him, so please don't flirt with other men or women, this man is capable of crazy things and the silent treatment he will give you after that will be for an indefinite period of time.

You are always on his mind in every mission, Kuai Liang and Tomas sometimes notice their grandmaster looking into space and perhaps, a transparent smile appears quickly, while Bi-Han looks at the landscape on the horizon, thinking about you. "-I hope (Y/N) is okay" -He said to himself, shaking his head soon after and returning to the mission.

When he notices that you are sad he becomes worried, but he just crosses his arms under his chest, and looks at you waiting for an explanation for such behavior, if you are upset about something that someone from the Lin Kuei clan did to you, consider that person dead, your grand master husband will immediately leave the house forming a deadly ice dagger in his hand, returning some time later, with a determined and blood-stained look. "-Okay, wipe your tears, the problem has already been solved, let's have dinner." -He spoke seriously and calmly, as he wiped the blood from his hands on a cloth, heading to the kitchen with heavy steps and giving you a look, so you could follow him.

Bi-Han lies down on the bed next to you, but he can't sleep for several nights, he finds himself watching you, your face so peaceful next to him, the ninja monster of the lin kuei, you look so good and comfortable next to him, he really wonders why you married him, you deserve someone better.

He covers you more with the sheet, caressing your cheek lightly with his thumb, while whispering on rare occasions, that he loved you.

"-I really love you, you know that? I'm sorry I'm not the best man for you (Y/N), I really want you forever by my side, and I'll protect you from this world, whatever the cost, what do I do and for me and for you." -Bi Han told you while you slept, he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, while looking at the moon soon after, it would be another night that he would be haunted by his own demons.

Bi-Han's favorite couple's activity with you is strolling to a lake on the Lin Kuei clan's estate, sitting with you on the cool grass as the two of you watch nature, the swans on the lake, the cloudy sky announcing an upcoming rain. would soon come, the trees swaying to the rhythm of the wind, as Bi Han talked about his mother, he really loved her, and he is happy to see that you were really interested in listening, as he talked about childhood memories, making little sculptures of ice with his fingertips to represent the story he told, it's these moments with you that make everything he did, even the cruelest things, worth it.

He may not be loyal to the clan, but he is to you. He's the type that if someone comes at him, he has to be held back so he doesn't punch them for such audacity. Ex:

"-Bi Han, are you going to come with us-"

"-I'm a married man"

"-Bi Han, we just asked-"

"-I'm a married man, I told you." -He says pointing to the wedding ring and leaving. They were just going to ask him to drink a little, but as Bi Han said, he is a married man to you.

He doesn't like nicknames, only during sex, other than that he will call you by your name, or "my husband/my wife", he likes the idea of being called "husband" by you too, so if you If you refer to him like that, in public, he will melt inside, and smile slightly sideways behind the mask.

He is a wild man in bed, taking out his frustrations and anger on your beautiful pussy, mouth and body in general.

Bi Han loves blowjobs, if he could, you would be kneeling between his legs 24 hours a day, with your pretty face taking his entire cock in your mouth - I feel sorry for you dear, this man's cock is big and thick, he's literally going to hit it down your throat easily, leaving you breathless while your husband enjoys watching you choke on his dick like that -

He likes to degrade you in sex, it's a way for him to mark you as his and release his frustrations too, he will fuck you roughly, especially fucking you with his dick stuck in your pussy, with him lifting you easily while his hips they aggressively pound against your tight hole.

"-You're a great slut, you know? Taking my cock like a desperate bitch."

"-Oh fuck, you feel so good, don't you? Your pussy was made for me, the grand master lin kuei, and only mine, only I deserve you, do you hear? I'm just going to fuck that beautiful pussy until you can only think about how You want my dick inside you."

"-Do I really have a little whore as my husband/wife? How lucky for me then."

"-I'm going to fill you up... I'm going to fill that tight pussy of yours, and you want that, don't you? You want every drop of my cum, you're a hungry slut."

He loves to call you: "slut", "dirty bitch", "private whore", "nymph", "good boy/girl with a tight pussy". Most of the sex sessions you have with Bi Han end with him cumming on your face, pussy or belly, painting everything with his cum and leaving you panting with your legs shaking - for him, sex really is only good when you are weak from cumming on his dick, and overstimulated, with a swollen clitoris - He loves many sexual positions, but he prefers:

Cowgirl’s Helper: He likes to see you on top of him, your hands on his chest, while one of his hands squeezes your ass, and the other is behind his head. Bi Han watches you get impaled on his dick, stretching your pussy slowly, as your pussy drools on his pulsing dick, he looks at you, smiling smugly when he sees the rise of his dick in your womb. He would just groan in response to your desperate moans, watching your body move as you whimpered to cum - he wasn't going to let you cum yet, and if you did, he was going to punish the hell out of you, giving you at least five painful orgasms and pleasant that night -

Stand and Deliver: He loves seeing you bent over, your waist is sore from being bent over for him, but he loves seeing your ass and waist on top, thrusting into your pussy while pulling your hands behind your back, he would go so hard on your hole that your feet would leave the ground, you could feel the burn of the speed of Bi Han's dick in your pussy, but he wouldn't stop, he wouldn't stop until he left you a trembling mess full of cum - while calling you a desperate slut his cock -

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weirdmarioenemies · 11 days

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Name: Pyroclasmic Slooch (Sulucina vulcanis)

Debut: Pikmin 3

I think Pyroclasmic Slooch has one of the best names of any Pikmin creature! This is the one I break out if I ever need to explain what a Pikmin name feels like. A large scientific jargon-y sounding word, followed by a single silly little syllable it's perfect! And it IS meaningful, because Pyroclasmic is only one letter away from Pyroclastic, as in pyroclastic flow, a hot volcanic gas/rock current. And Slooch is just, look at this thing! It's what "slooch" looks like! Both as a noun AND a verb!

Fire in video game and monster design is usually pretty boring to me, just for how common it is. I get it, since it is pretty much the most "yeowch! don't touch" thing everyone is familiar with, but I have had enough of Charizardlikes bloating my media! Thank goodness, then, for Pikmin, which implements "conventional" elemental properties into fun, pseudoscientific speculative creatures! It may often be a big load of nonsense, but they explain the nonsense so confidently. Yeah alright. Whatever you say! Maybe a slug could be on fire.

Hello Slooch! What a nice smile you have, framed by your oral tentacles! I wonder if Pyroclasmic Slooch's eyes are useful at all. A regular slug's eyes are mostly just for sensing light and dark, but that doesn't seem practical for a creature that makes its own light that would constantly be in view! Just to be safe, you should give this Slooch a thumbs up, in case it can indeed see you! (computer screen is a real portal to another world where pretend creatures live)

So yeah, Pyroclasmic Slooch is a slug on fire, or maybe a snail whose shell IS fire. It doesn't really matter, either way, the DESIGN is fire! The vibrant orangish stripes on its black body evoke flowing and cooling lava! Lava joke: I bet it was a real "aa moment" when they came up with that design quirk!

As much as I love Pyroclasmic Slooch, it is a wild animal! And it will try to eat the min that you picked, with its funny blue tongue! Louie, everyone's favorite menace Louie, recommends cooking this tongue and no other part of the creature. Would You Eat? I wouldn't, but I wouldn't judge you for doing it. If you have plenty of Red Pikmin, though, their fire immunity makes Slooches very easy to deal with.

You know, real slugs like mold! Do you think Pyroclasmic Slooch likes mold? Maybe it could be friends, with mold. Let's introduce them!

Name: Moldy Slooch (Parasitus pseudofungi elasticis hostus)

Debut: Pikmin 4

Hooray! Now they're inseparable! You may notice that Moldy Slooch's scientific name differs greatly from that of Pyroclasmic Slooch, and that is because the Slooch is no longer in control. It is being puppeted by a fungus! Its nervous system and slime organs have been entirely taken over. Isn't that nice? Now the Slooch doesn't have to do any work, because the fungus does all of that for it! This slug can just relax for the rest of its life, because it is not dead! A dried-up corpse wouldn't be useful a very good friend, would it? In fact, if the Moldy Slooch does die, it can be instantly revived by a phallic, yet kindly Toxstool! The gift of eternal life!

Moldy Slooch's description by Dalmo (the animal enthusiast who could have been writing for this blog the whole time and you would be none the wiser includes the incredible line "Slugga slugga choo choo! Here comes the fungal spore train." So fun! Whee! I want to ride the train!

Moldy Slooch is really the best friend someone could ask for. After I met it in person, and it introduced me to Toxstool, I've never felt better! So what are you waiting for, fellow living animals? Come visit our damp cave sometime! You are always welcome :)

#pyroclasmic slooch #pikmin 3 #moldy slooch #pikmin 4 #pikmin #pikmin enemies #not mario #funky friday #mod chikako #mod toxstool

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buckys-little-belle · 5 months

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Chapter Two - Backpack, Backpack

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

Warnings - Mentions of Bucky’s ‘Old Life’, talks about slight “Violence” (Bucky’s past), talks of a first aid kit, feeling “scared” about being a little, fluff! Obviously!

Word Count - 2164

Note - I've finished all of Bub and Buck's story now, and I have to say it's been crazy going back and blending chapters/blurbs together to create a more cohesive story. It's been fun, and crazy, and honestly I missed this little place that I loved so much. Cafe BigNSmall is the beginning of so much, not just this account. It was the first little writing thing I put out that really got traction and that led me to where I am now. Going to school in January for creative writing, beginning the process of writing my own book. This little fic that has brough comfort to so many, myself included, is so much bigger than just a fanfiction or just a writing process and I'm so thankful for everyone who has stuck by my side, who has liked, reblogged, and sent asks about it. I love every one of you, I love who you've helped me become, and I've loved every minute of re-writing this series and I hope you love re-reading, or even reading it for the first time. I just have so so so much love in my heart for this and for you <3

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Bucky sat at his same table for the umpteenth time, but this time he sat with a smile knowing someone was on their way to sit with him. For the first time in a while Bucky wasn’t sitting and watching everyone while feeling jealous, instead he watched as a Caregiver hugged their Little and felt hopeful that he might get to have that one day.

“MR!” Y/n yelled from the entrance like she couldn’t believe he was there, sitting at their table ready for whatever she wished to do. “Hi!” She smiled at him when she got to the table, her usual overalls and t-shirt combo covered by a heavy sweater. He was happy she had covered up more than yesterday, the sky grey instead of blue, and the colder.

“Hi.” He smiled back, Bucky was sure he looked goofy with how big his smile was but he didn’t care. “Chilly?” He asks as he watches them shiver slightly when the finally sit down.

“Yeah.” Y/n tilts her head to the side as she seems to contemplate something. “I think ‘m gonna get a hot chocolate.” She rummages around her bag before finding her wallet and pulling out a five dollar bill. Bucky was quicker though, already on his feet and in the line. “What are you gonna get?” Y/n asks as she joins him in the line.

“Well, I think I’m going to get a hot chocolate too.” He looks down at her, a silly grin on her face as she nods her head. “Their cake pops look good too.” Bucky points to the glass case full of baked goods and premade sandwiches.

“I know!” Y/n practically jumps. “I had one once.” They frown. “But I never have enough moneys for one, maybe next week I’ll get one.” They nod their head, agreeing with their idea.

Bucky already planned on buying Y/n a cake pop, but wanted to make sure she actually did like them. Finding out she’s only had one because she can’t afford them has him vowing to always buy her one whenever she’s here.

The money Bucky got from the government after his treatment went public often sits in his bank account unused, he has what he needs, and most of what he wants, and he hates spending the money on useless things. Yet as he watches Y/n’s eyes flicker to the case full of sweet treats with a frown on their face he’s happy to know he finally has something, someone worth spending money on.

“Hi, what can I get you today?” The barista smiles at Bucky, giving an extra sweet grin and a wave to Y/n.

“Can I get two medium hot chocolates, please?” Bucky places his hand on Y/n’s shoulder to get her attention before asking. “What kind of cake pop do you want Bub?”

“I can’t.” They shrug their shoulders, clearly not aware that Bucky’s already ordering for her.

“I’m buying you one. Which one do you want, Bub?” He adds some clarification, leaning down slightly to be at Y/n’s height, pointing to the cake pops in the case. “I love vanilla, I think I’ll get a vanilla one.” He says, hoping that him getting one will make Y/n feel less nervous.

She begins playing with her hands, twisting her fingers together, something Bucky’s noticed she does when anxious. “Um, I like chocolate.” She whispers, looking back at Bucky with weary eyes. “But I don’ wan’ you to buy it, I -” Bucky doesn’t let her finish her sentence, instead he stands and orders both cake pops before paying.

With both hands on Bub’s shoulders he moves them over to the wait station. “When you’re with me I’ll be the one buying things, okay?” His tone is sweet but also somehow firm, hoping his words make sense and are final, but also hoping he doesn’t seem too overbearing.

“Like a, like when.” Bub stumbled over her words before turning around to face Bucky, his hands dropping from her shoulders only for her to grab his left, glove covered, hand to fidget with it like she does hers. “Like a caregiver?” She asks, finally meeting Bucky’s glance.

“Exactly like that.” Bucky nods. “I’ll act like your caregiver when we’re together, okay?” He regrets using the word ‘act’ the moment he says it, Y/n somberly nodding at his words. He wants to be her caregiver all the time, he doesn’t want to just act as one while around her, but he met her yesterday. Neither of them know each other well enough for that kind of trust, yet Bucky seems to feel like they both are on the same wavelength. Like they’ve waited long enough for someone to be their other, why wait a little longer.

“I’d like tha’.” Y/n nods, turning back around in Bucky’s arms to wait for their cake pop and hot chocolate.

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For a whole week Bucky and Bub met up everyday, getting hot chocolate and cake pops. Y/n kept giving Bucky colouring pages to take home with her signature at the bottom, his fridge now covered in them after a frantic late night trip to buy magnets. Walking into his house and seeing the fridge coloured in pictures made him love the fact that he bought a huge fridge able to store at least another week's worth of pictures without having to remove anymore of the ones he’s already been given.

“Hi, Mr!” Y/n smiled as she sat down on her booth seat, her backpack placed on the table as she got comfortable. “I made you something.”

“You did?” Bucky unpackaged her cake pop and placed it on a napkin, sliding it over to her along with her hot chocolate. “Careful it’s hot.” Bucky warned as Bub went straight for her drink the moment it was in her line of sight.

“Otay.” She blew a breath onto the cup, though Bucky wasn’t sure how helpful her hot puff of air would be in cooling it down, instead pulling it back to himself and blowing cold air on it for her. “Here.” She placed a piece of paper onto the table.

This picture wasn’t one from a colouring book, but one on regular plain paper, drawn by Y/n and coloured by her to. Two figures stood hand in hand with a box of crayons in the middle. One person was obviously Bucky, the other Y/n. Even if he couldn’t tell Bub had written their names “Mr” and “Bub” below each of their persons. “I love it.” Bucky smiled, sliding the, now less hot, hot chocolate back to Y/n, her taking a sip immediately and humming in content. “I’ll have to put in on my fridge.” He said aloud, though he meant to keep the words to himself, not sure if it was wrong to admit he had grown attached to Y/n enough to want her pictures on his fridge.

“Really?” Her usually playful voice grew serious, her eyes filled with tears. “My drawing?”

“Yeah, Bub.” He smiled, glad she seemed happy over the idea. “I have a few of your drawings on my fridge already.” He admitted. Before he could place it in his bag Y/n was up and out of her seat sliding into Bucky’s booth before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Oh.” Bucky lets out a surprised sigh.

“I like you, you nice.” Y/n said as she pulled away, though didn’t leave the booth.

“You’re nice too, Bub.” Bucky said in disbelief. He knew the two of them were making good steps towards fully being comfortable around one another, Y/n seemed to slip further and further into regression, showing she felt safe around Bucky, and she had even asked him if he was the Winter Soldier and hadn't run when he said yes. But he hadn’t expected her to feel comfortable enough to hug him, yet he wasn’t going to argue or complain.

Y/n eyed his bag for a minute or so before asking a question. “Wha’s in your bag?” She asked, this being the first time she had truly seen it.

“I’ll show you what’s in my bag, if you show me what’s in yours?” He offered, having been wondering what she brought with her to the cafe everyday. “Deal?” He asked, and she perked up, agreeing before sliding out and back onto her seat, something Bucky frowned at.

“Otay!” Bub squealed, opening her green backpack before digging around a little bit. The first thing she pulled out was a small zipper pouch, the fabric printed with frogs and plants. “This has m’ keys, an’ my phone.” She pulled both out, her phone being secured in a bag inside her bag making sense as to why it took her so long to find it when her alarm went off. “An’ it has my tic tacs in it! D’ you wan’ one?” She asked with a smile, holding out tropical tic tacs to Bucky.

“I’m okay, but thank you Bub.” He smiled, proud of her manners and willingness to share her things. He knew he couldn't take credit for her good behaviour, or her manners. She was a sweet girl even if he didn’t remind her here and there of her manners, yet he was still extremely proud of her.

“M’kay.” Bub nodded her head, popping a few tic tacs in her mouth before moving on. “Dis, um, dis is my frog.” Bub’s once very confident attitude dulled slightly as she brought the frog stuffie out, like she was waiting for someone to say something rude.

“He’s very cute.” Bucky reassured her, his hand brushing against the stuffed animal's foot, his fur in perfect condition. “What’s his name?”

Y/n still seemed on alert, but opened up a little more. “I call him Green Bean.” She pats his head.

“That’s a perfect name.” Bucky chuckles, loving how creative his Bub is. “Where did you get his outfit?” He asks, referring to the knitted overalls and t-shirt, identical to Y/n’s everyday outfit.

“I made dem!” Bucky was happy to see her peppy spark come back as she spoke about her stuffy. Giving him the rundown on how she made them, and made clothing for all her other stuffies at home. Then she gave him the rundown on a bunny stuffie she really wanted that was identical to the one she has at home. Though “He’s no’ the same Mr! He’s a different colour!” something Bucky quickly made a mental note of.

Bub only had her wallet and a sweater stuffed at the bottom of her bag, and a small bag of long forgotten goldfish that Bucky immediately threw out left to show. “Your turn.” Y/n reminded Bucky, gesturing to his backpack.

“Well.” He started, opening his bag, pulling out his wallet, keys and phone. “These are the things I have on me at all times.” He said, watching Y/n pick up his keys and fiddle with them, clearly loving his accumulated keychain and key combo from the last 100 years. “Then I have a First Aid Kit.” He pulls out a bulky box, a few things banging around inside.

“In case someone ge’s hurt?” Y/n asks, concern dripping from her expressions.

“Exactly.” Bucky answers, though he doesn’t admit that he mainly carries it out of fear that he’ll hurt someone and need to patch them up, but he hopes that Y/n’s just thinking about scrapes and small cuts and not the carnage he’s left behind.

“Do you have princess bandaids?” She asks with all seriousness.

“I have princess ones, paw patrol, and starwars.” He playful one ups her, the two of them laughing before he continues. “Then I have extra crayons, colouring pages, and a couple water bottles.” He pulls out the extra things, Y/n’s hands immediately going to the colouring pages.

“Can I do this one, please?” She asks, bouncing in her seat, her frog underneath her arm.

“Of course, Bub.” He smiles, the frog page she chose the one he printed off last night in the hopes to give it to her.

After the small show and tell the two of them sat together eating their cake pops and drinking their hot chocolate. Everytime he looked up Bucky realised just how lucky he was, to have found a Little who was as chill as Bub was, and as sweet as she was too. He realised that while he wished he could have met her sooner, he was happy he waited.

“Why don’t we go to the park tomorrow?” He asked, thinking it could be good for them to get out somewhere other than just the cafe.

“Yes!” Y/n practically jumped out of her seat at the idea, the two of them chatting about how excited they were for their adventure tomorrow.

#buckys little belle #age regression fic #age regression #little!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky #cafe bignsmall #bignsmall #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes age regression #little fic

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polyklok · 1 year

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Hello there!! I really enjoyed your "what makes them soft/what gets them hard" headcanons for Dethklok. I was wondering if you could write a similar thing for Charles? If you're comfortable taking that request, that is. If not, feel free to ignore. I love your blog!

OHHHH BOYYYYY

So Charles isn’t in my “men to simp for” Radar, as much as I love him as a character and I don’t think I would ever write anything like that on my own-

BUT YOU BET YOUR SWEET ASS IM GONNA TRY also you seem like such a sweetheart so I have to

Charles Offdensen

What makes him soft 💘

Charles is, obviously, a very busy man. All day, everyday, work work work. His hands are usually full, signing away at documents, shaking hands to confirm business deals, fidgeting nervously while he discusses finances. So it means a lot when you gently stop what he’s doing and take the time to kiss his hands. Graze your lips over his knuckles and fingertips, he’ll be entranced by the sentiment. Even if you let go to let him continue whatever he was doing, he’ll be thinking about it for at least an hour.

He really likes being sung to. The only music he listens to nowadays is death metal (usually Dethklok’s) which obviously includes a lot of screaming, growling, and heavy instrumentals. He says it ‘puts him in the brutal mood’ for whatever Dethklok is going pursue next. But, despite this, his favorite type of music is listening to your heartbeat while you quietly sing or hum. Doesn’t matter what song, doesn’t matter how good you are. Please let him place his head on your chest and just sing for him.

Basically the opposite of Toki’s Charles is a serious, uptight, no-fun business man. Everyone calls him Mr. Offdensen, Dethklok gets the privilege of using his first name and occasionally robot, and only you can use any sort of pet name. Use it to your advantage, it’s so funny how dry he is to your dumb names, and despite seeming indifferent, he really does love the silliness of it.

“Hey there, my adowable, wittle pookie-bear muffin boy!”

“Hello Y/N.”

The thought of a room full of government officials and businessmen having to watch this display while holding back the cringe is so funny to me holy shit.

Whats gets him hard ❤️‍🔥

I’m gonna repeat again; Charles is busy. As much as he cares about you, he hardly has time for your relationship and is simply trying is best. Sex is barely ever on his mind. Until it is all that’s in your mind and you let him know. Seeing you needy and wanting him, hanging onto him, tugging at his tie, trying to pull him away from his work is the quickest way to get him hot and bothered. He just hasn’t considered being so desired before and it makes him crazy to watch you act like that for him.

Continuing that, when the two of you are in public and you suddenly get all touchy with him. Grazing his thigh, kissing his neck, running your hands in his hair. He knows that he should be above this and tell you to stop, but he really does love how shameless it is and how good it feels. He’s usually the most economically and socially powerful person in any room he’s in, so no one’s gonna tell him to quit on on the PDA anyway. If you’re lucky, he’ll pay you back for it at home. If you’re really lucky, he’ll drag you off into a nearby bathroom or closet. If you’re unlucky, well…

Is he a mean lover? No. Charles is very attentive and mindful of your needs. He’s going to constantly affirm with you that he’s doing the right thing. How selfless of him. But once that is all done and taken care of and he understands your limits…oh my god he wants to see you cry so badly. He just loves seeing you whine and squirm, your pretty face leaking tears for him. Of course he’ll be nice enough to kiss your tears away and praise you for how good you’re being, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop.

#dethklok #metalocalypse #polyklok is real #dethklok headcanon #metalocaypse headcanon #charles offdensen #charles Offdensen x reader #charles Offdensen headcanon #metalocalypse charles #I draw the line at magnus hammersmith tho #also I dont know why the ‘get him hard’ part was like…connected or something #why did I low key make Charles an exhibitionist what does that say about me #request filled

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ghostlykeyes · 1 year

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Hey, I'm really happy to see you back! I hope your break was good, you definitely earned it. Could I get some relationship headcanons for Power dating a human who's not a Devil Hunter? If not that's okay, still love your blog!

Thank you!! 🖤

Power

You're an enigma to Power, at first, even if she'll never admit it. Most of the humans she's interacted with are devil hunters, meaning they're just looking for an excuse to put her down. The other humans aren't much better—always yelling at her for shaking soda bottles, throwing vegetables, opening a bag of chips in the store. But you? You give her ice cream and brush her hair and worry about her after she's been in a fight. You're nice. It's that niceness (and the choking flame that burns in her chest when she sees you being that nice to anyone else but her) that convinces Power that dating you might be worth a shot. She's not one to engage in silly human rituals, but for you? For you, she will.

Power thinks you're probably the best person alive, and she swears to protect you. After all, she can't just let the Only Good Human die. Of course, this means she'll rip devils apart for you. But she looks out for you in little ways, too. Power insists that you buckle your seatbelt (even if her own isn't buckled, the damn hypocrite) and holds your hand firmly while you're on the sidewalks—wouldn't want you bumping into people or stumbling into the road, of course.

Going along with this, Power tends to be incredibly overprotective. She just doesn't trust humans, and she knows that a lot of people might try to take advantage of your kind, good nature. If you ask her to play nice with your friends and family, she will, but she'll always be looking for them to slip up. She'll be damned if she lets them say anything about her beautiful, kind, perfect human—if someone sneaks a mean comment or snooty look into a conversation, Power's instantly glowering at them. One more wrong move, her glare says, and I shall be feeding you your teeth.

If she isn't allowed to eat lunch with you, Power will raise absolute hell. She loves to sit next to you at the table, your thighs squished comfortably together. Power sits still for you to gently push chopsticks full of rice into her mouth, and slides her vegetables onto your plate when she thinks you aren't looking. (Sometimes she lets Denji sit at the table with you—other times, she banishes him to the other side of the restaurant so she can have alone time with you. He won't complain, or snitch to Aki that Power's essentially unsupervised, as long as you sneak a few hundred yen into his pocket so he can order dessert.)

Power always calls you, "my human". She wants everyone to know that you're hers and hers alone.

Getting Power to do basic chores is an absolute nightmare, so sometimes Aki will use time with you as an incentive. "If you take the trash out," he tells her, "I'll bring you and (y/n) to the aquarium later." It usually works, even if Power grumbles that it's completely unfair to use her precious human as a bargaining chip.

Power absolutely thrives off of physical touch and she will do anything to feel your warmth. She always has to be holding your hand, have her arm looped through yours, or resting her head on your warm, soft shoulder. Piggyback rides are a favorite of hers, too. She loves wrapping her legs firm around your waist and clasping hands across your chest. On your back, completely supported as the both of you dissolve into giggles, is one of the only things that makes Power feel truly safe.

It follows, then, that Power is addicted to cuddles. She's all over you whenever you're laying down for an afternoon nap or settling on the couch for a movie. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, plops her head in your lap, stretches her stomach over your thighs—whatever's most comfortable. When Meowy settles in, too, the cuddle pile is complete and Power is content to spend the rest of the day snuggled into your warmth.

If you have time while she's out on patrol, Power entrusts you with caring for Meowy. Most people might see changing the cat's litterbox and opening her canned food as an inconvenient, bothersome chore, but you know Power much better than most people. Meowy is her entire world, and the fact that she trusts you to look after the cat is an enormous sign of her affection and care for you.

Hopefully you're good at sharing, because Power is great at taking. She just doesn't understand why anything would be off-limits if you're dating each other. Isn't that basically an agreement to share everything? She'll help herself to the rewards points you've been stacking up, the chewing gum in your bag, your clothes. You'd be more frustrated with her if she didn't look so damn cute in your sweatshirts.

If Power's confused about aspects of human culture, she always comes to you for an explanation. She loves that you never make her feel stupid for not understanding something. Plus, she just likes the sound of your voice, so that's an added benefit.

Power spends a lot of time trying to convince you that all devil hunters are positively evil. It's not that she cares much if they kill other devils—she just doesn't like the way that they look at her like she's a dog on a leash, just waiting for her to bite so there's an excuse to put her down. They're all full of malice, she claims, and if you see one in public it would be prudent to throw rocks at them. (You don't, of course, but she keeps insisting that's probably the best course of action.)

#chainsaw man/reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #chainsaw man headcanons #Power/reader #power x y/n #power x reader #power x you #power chainsaw man #power csm

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shyanshippingsociety · 4 months

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Shyan Shipping Society - NY Fic Exchange 2024

hi everyone!

can you believe it's our fourth annual new years exchange? we had some amazing fics and art (hosted in our server!) and i can't wait to bring them all to you here! let's go!

CHECK OUT THE AO3 COLLECTION!

doll island by idkspookystuff | E, 3K, complete

So Shane clearly picked up something on the Island. Something that made him hot and sweaty and horny, apparently. It doesn’t sound like any spider venom Ryan’s ever heard of, or the signs of a demonic curse. Although, a curse- “Oh, fuck,” Ryan swears. it's 2016, shane & ryan are on the island of the dolls, and a demonic doll plays matchmaker

satan, you're a nerve-y one by icantturnthisthingoff | E, 1K, complete

After a series of unfortunate events, Ryan finds himself alone on New Years Eve wishing he had someone to keep him company Enter, Incubus Shane

The Sky In The Snow by Charmingwolf | T, 1K, complete

A group of backpackers stayed the night in an abandoned shed deep in the forest. In the dark, one was journaled their adventures until they felt the rumble of a massive creature just outside the thin walls. They looked out the window and saw a huge black thing with scales that twinkled like stars and huge fangs that dripped puddles of dark goo as it walked. That was all they got down before the creature attacked. It tore down the walls of the shed before killing the backpackers and dragging them into the crunchy frostbitten grass. That was 20 years ago. No one has seen the creature since. Ryan and the producers think it would make a great video to go hunting for the creature dubbed The Forest Hill Lizard.

one random night when everything changes by Artemis | E, 1K, complete

Ryan looks for Shane on New Year's Eve and finds more than just the person he was looking for that night. AKA Shane confesses his love for Ryan, they smooch, then they do something about it.

all in! by anonymous | T, 4K, complete

“I bet…," he starts, flashing a grin at Shane's flushed face. "you won’t kiss me on New Year’s Eve.” Ryan watches as Shane instantly runs the numbers on this, through whatever mental calculator he has in his brain. He imagines beeps and whirs, gears turning words into numbers. “Alright, Bergara,” he says, after a moment. Then, he slides his whole stack of chips sitting on the pool table and nods, slow and considering. “I’m all in.” OR: Ryan makes a bet. It escalates from there.

They Got Subway at 2 am by Charmingwolf | M, 1K, complete

After a very silly and kind of sexually charged shoot, Shane and Ryan explore each other's bodies like they have done many times before.

Given the Chance by PlatinumPussycat208 | E, 3K, complete

“It’s…I built a time machine.” Ryan and Shane blinked at each other. The other Shane and Ryan looked at one another, but stayed in the doorway quietly. “Fuck off, Steven. That’s not funny.” Shane’s voice was serious now. “No! I mean it!” Steven cried. “It’s how I’ve been keeping on top of everything here! It only goes back a little! It just gives me more time in the day!” Ryan barked out a laugh. “Oh my god…trust Steven to build a time machine to do more work.” - a fun, smutty fic for the SSS NY Exchange!

Scheming for a Smooch by Impala_Chick | T, 2K, complete

The boys both decide to make a move on each other with a New Year's kiss at midnight. Only problem is, they're both plotting to get a smooch and the other doesn't know it yet.

Their dynamic is... by tasty_littl_snack | G, 1K, complete

Food files from the cameraman's perspective.

With A Little Help From Our Friends by quackers | M, 3K, complete

Everyone thinks they know Ryan and Shane's secret. Everyone. They might be wrong.

thank you so much to all of the incredible creators who joined this event! happy 2024 from the sss mods! we have so many fun things planned so make sure you follow us here on tumblr or join the server so you don't miss out! we hope you had a great 2023 in our server/on our blog and we can't wait for you to continue having a great time in our server in 2024!

love you!

the mods

#shyan shipping society new years exchange 2024 #shyan shipping society #shyan #skeptic believer #watcher after dark #buzzfeed unclean #buzzfeed after dark #mod ve

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funhouse-mirror-barbie · 4 months

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(The following was a reply I got from a conversation that started from this post. The response I got below was from a post I made to reply to the original conversation. I’m not @-ing the commenter and I blocked out their url b/c I don’t want this to become heated, and I don’t want them to get harassment of ANY kind. I’m such a small blog that there is so little chance of that happening, but I just DONT want to risk it. I’m vehemently against harassment of ANY kind, but I feel the below needs saying and I just had to explain the reason I made the initial postc and why I thought it was important to talk about:

Well. This isn’t really about the story or the series. It’s not about Alastor’s characteristics or personality or how Hazbin’s plot progresses.

It’s about Black and Brown people’s voices being ignored and not taken seriously.

There is a group of people saying “you are taking a part of our culture and using it however you like and this is harmful to us. This is part of a larger trend that has been harmful to us in the past, please do not use our culture this way”, and their concerns about the depiction of their religion and culture are being ignored.

Now, no group is a monolith, and it’s more than possible there are Voudists who don’t mind their culture being used in media, but I’ve heard enough people from the culture say that this is bothering them and why—and I think it’s really important to listen to and empathize with them

I don’t believe that anyone from the creative team from the show meant any harm at all. But regardless of the intent, people have been saying that they don’t appreciate parts of their culture being used in the show since shortly after the Pilot came out, and for Hazbin’s official merch to still be using vévés and for Alastor to be referred to as being influenced by “hoodoo-voodoo” in interviews is extremely disrespectful.

Even if it was meant to be a tribute, black Vodouists have already been speaking out about Alastor since the Pilot, and requesting that their culture and vévés not be used. I don’t think they or I are jumping the gun when parts of their closed religion are already being used in promotional material.

The issue isn’t “the portrayal of Vodou by an outsider of the religion might be good, so we should wait and see” the issue is that people are asking for their religion, which is a closed practice, to be respected and not used by outsiders. And that request is being ignored.

I also have to say that I really don’t appreciate that you’re describing these concerns as “complaints”. It’s been pointed out to me that when racial minorities and people of color speak out about fandom racism and cultural appropriation, they’re almost always told that they’re “just complaining” or “nitpicking” or that they should just “be happy” or “grateful” for any representation they get.

I cannot imagine how frustrating that is.

This is not only about Hazbin Hotel. I brought it up because people were talking about the issue again due to the trading cards coming out. It’s just the latest example of racism and appropriation in fandom that has been a problem for a long long time.

Also. I try to assume positive intent when I can, but it’s really hard to read your last comment as anything but condescending.

The thing is, I’m okay with making mistakes. I’m okay with being seen as silly, because I’ve made a LOT of silly mistakes in my life. And I know I’ll make a lot more.

Maybe you think I’m being silly now, and that’s fine. You can think whatever you want about me.

But I don’t feel silly at least /trying/ to listen to and respect minority’s voices. Especially when they’re talking about what is and /isn’t/ okay to use from their cultures.

(Finally. Ugh. I worry that this comes off as being. Ugh. “Virtue-signal-y” I guess? But. I’ve also noticed that a lot of times when people, regardless of their race, sexuality, gender, or what issue they’re trying to talking about, people will call them “virtue-signalers” to shut them down.

And yeah, I think virtue signaling can happen…but I’m so tired of people using the term to shut down conversations about inequality and injustice. It feels like another way to say “you’re just complaining and nitpicking”. If talking about these issues and trying to listen to others makes me silly and a virtue signaler. I guess I’ll be a silly virtue signaler. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

#funhouse convo #media criticism #media critique #cultural appropriation #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #not really b/c this is PART of a wider conversation but because it stunned from this and is largely relevant I still tagged it #hazbin hotel critique

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little loser.

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summary | jake is the one person in the world you could never say no to.

pairing | boyfriend!jake jensen x reader

warnings | this is just 100% soft fluffy goodness, my first time writing for jake so obviously it needed to be only pure adorable golden retriever!boyfriend vibes, you & jake live in a nice little cottage by a ducky pond bc ofc you do, jake is an animal lover and that is probably canon, this is a fic for cat lovers so chris gtfo :^)

word count | 1,121

an | alright buckle up friends! first jakey fic ever and i'm already drooling over him, i hope you guys love our sweet silly loser(s) as much as i do!

Turning off the taps as you dry your hands against the soft cotton of your apron, it's the particularly quiet sound of the sliding door's latch clicking shut that first raises your suspicions. Glancing at the clock above the stove, you find that it's a little later than usual for Jake to be coming in from the garden, and being familiar with the clumsy boy's nature, you know he'd never be one to close anything with care- unless it was intentional.

Your socked feet pad lightly against the wooden boards of the floor as you cross the kitchen and step out into the living room; as you switch on the lights, the sight you're met with brings a light laugh to your chest. Jake stands halfway across the room, tip-toeing almost comically as he peeks down at something he's got tucked in his favorite green t-shirt, the fabric of the garment being stretched out to use like a little kangaroo pouch.

The blonde jumps at the sudden illumination of the room, his hand quickly closing the flap of fabric down to conceal whatever he's got hidden in his shirt as he looks up at you with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights; "H-hey, sweetcheeks! I was just finishing up outside- sorry to keep you waiting."

Giggling softly to yourself, you lean a shoulder against the frame of the archway, crossing your arms as you give the man a nod. "That's okay, looks like you might've been busy out there. What's that you've got in your shirt, handsome?" you question gently, your amused smile only growing wider as you watch the little lump wiggle beneath the layer of fabric.

"O-oh this? I- it's nothing," Jake laughs off awkwardly, doing his best to keep whatever the creature is from escaping its hiding spot. "It's just... I was just gonna go look for..." As his voice trails off, a look of knowing guilt forms on his face as he sighs, raising his brow in a silent plea.

"Jakey, baby," you hum softly.

"I know, I know," he tries, "but please, y/n- hear me out..."

"Honey, if it's another 'possum, I'm about to lock you both outside for the night," you warn playfully, earning a quick shake of the head as you nod, relieved.

"No, no ma'am. Learned my lesson last time," he promises, slowly starting to step toward you as he keeps his hand closed over the pouch.

"It better not be a squirrel either, or a rat. Or a-"

"No, petal. None'a those things. It's... y/n, come here. You gotta look. He's so..." Carefully opening up the flap, you watch as the adorable dork peers in at what's inside, his cheeks squishing up in delight as he almost squeals before looking back up at you, his voice a little stronger this time, "Cutie, come here. You gotta see him."

Sighing, you oblige, inching a few feet closer to get a better look as he once again opens up the pouch, reaching in to pull out a tiny orange kitten with big blue eyes, its little body wriggling gently against the man's large hands. "Oh honey..." you coo.

"I know, I know, just look at him," Jake whispers, his voice swelling with affection as his eyes look over the precious little creature, completely enchanted by its charm. Warmth grows in your chest as you watch more than anything Jake watching the kitten, the endearingness of the whole situation undeniable.

"Where'd you find him?" you ask softly, reaching an arm out to guide the two to the couch.

Lowering himself slowly against the cushions as you take a seat next to him, Jake reveals, "Over by the pond. Poor little guy was trying to drink the water like the ducks- his eyes look like they haven't been open for too long; I think he needs milk. Looked everywhere for his mama, couldn't find her. He was helpless out there," he frowns, his voice almost sounding like he could be on the verge of tears.

Wrapping your arm around him gently, you rub his shoulder soothingly. "We'll have to get a little bottle then, huh?" you hum. Big blue eyes looking up at you, Jake swallows hard.

"You mean... we can keep him?" he whispers.

"Well, it seems like he might need us to, right?" you reason. The man simply nods. "You're right; he's awfully little. Looks like he needs a new mama, and I think I might know just the loser for the job." Chuckling softly, Jake nods, looking down at the small animal as it curls up in his hands.

"I think he might've imprinted on me," he tells you.

Letting out a light laugh, you ask, "Oh yeah? Are you sure it wasn't the other way around?"

Jake playfully denies, shaking his head. "No, no, at first I thought it was the ducks. Thought he might've been trying to fall in line with that group of ducklings... but they were moving too fast for him. As soon as I scooped him up, I think he knew he was mine, that I was gonna take care of him."

"Such a sweet little guy," you croon, reaching out gently to run a few careful fingers over the sleepy kitten. Turning a bit on his side, it lets out the tiniest yawn, little white paws stretching out before curling back up comfortably, cradled in the hands of its new "mama."

"He is a guy, I checked," Jake informs you. "Never had a cat before, so I'm not an expert on any of this, but I'm guessing he's only a few weeks old. Just a little loser," he dotes lovingly, running his thumb over the creature's head, smoothing back its fur from its closed eyes.

"Don't you have a thing against cats?" you ask, brow furrowing as you faintly remember him once sharing some weird snippet of knowledge during one of his ramblings, probably pulled from one of his hundreds of encyclopedias. "Something about... cats can't be trusted?"

"Yeah, maybe... but look at him," he gushes, clearly all hostilities towards the species now pushed to the side. "Little man probably can't form a single coherent thought; there's no way he's plotting any evil schemes yet. And I'm gonna raise him good, raise him right. He's gonna be a man of character and integrity."

"Isn't he so lucky," you hum happily, resting your head against the blonde's shoulder as you both look over the little bundle of joy. "Alright. Milk, bottles, we'll need a litter box... you driving?"

"Sorry, I can't," he whispers as he brings the sleeping kitten up to kiss its tiny head. "Mama's gotta hold the baby. We're takin' your car."

#little loser #eun's writing #jake jensen #jake jensen fanfiction #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x y/n #jake jensen fluff #jake jensen headcanon #jake jensen drabble #jake jensen blurb #jake jensen one shot #jake jensen imagine #the losers #the losers fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fluff

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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hello!! i dont know if your request is still open, so get to this anytime!! this is also my 1st time requesting on your blog! can i request yandere ritsu for prompt 100? thank you :D

You sure can! First time writing a scenario again after a long time so I hope you enjoy ^^ I´ll have to admit that I´m not all too confident about this one but thought I should still post it in case you guys liked it more than I did

Also a very fitting prompt for Ritsu!

1105 words

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, kidnapping, possessiveness, jealousy, biting, blood, being kissed without consent

"I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long."

It was dark all around you when you felt your consciousness return to you. For a moment you were confused, not understanding what had happened. Where were you and why couldn´t you see a single thing?

And more importantly, why did you feel a heavy weight resting on your lap? You had been too distracted by the darkness and the throbbing pain in your head to notice at first but no matter how you tried, you just couldn´t find the strength to get up and whatever was lying on top of you in the first place seemed to have no intentions of budging any time soon.

Instead, your struggling and shifting proved to be in vain when you heard a quiet whine escape the mouth of who you had now identified as a person. You weren´t quite sure who this stranger was so you held your breath in anticipation of what was about to happen. You didn´t know if you were in immediate danger but waking up in a completely dark room wasn´t a very good sign in your opinion. Just where were you and who was that person? You couldn´t help but think that the noise they let out was somehow familiar to you. How strange.

But you wouldn´t be kept in the dark for much longer as the voice once again spoke up, removing all doubts about who this person could be.

“Ne, y/n stop moving around so much and just lie back. You´re a way better human pillow when you´re staying still. How am I supposed to take a nap when you´re fidgeting all the time? There´s no reason to be nervous around your dear Ritsu~”

Well, that cleared things up. At least a tiny amount. Now you knew that you hadn´t been kidnapped by some sort of creepy stranger but you weren´t quite satisfied yet. You still had no idea how you had gotten here or what you were even doing here.

“Ritsu, just where are we?”

There was a moment of silence until Ritsu shifted a bit and rolled on his back so that he was now looking up at you, a small smile on his face.

“We´re home.”

“Home?”, was all you could respond. “This doesn´t look anywhere close to my house. And why is it so dark here anyway?”

You didn´t understand why he couldn´t just directly tell you what was going on instead of giving you vague answers. But you soon realized that maybe it would have been better if you had stayed oblivious.

Ritsu just chuckled, clearly amused by your confused expression.

“Silly y/n, that house isn´t your true home. This is. We´re at my house where we´re going to spend the rest of your lives together, naturally.”

He said it as if it had been obvious and you would have laughed if Ritsu didn´t look so serious about this behind his smile. You could see it in his eyes, they held some sort of deep emotion that you couldn´t quite place or maybe you just didn´t want to.

“Ritsu I don´t understand, what are you talking about, this-”, you started but were quickly interrupted by a sigh from Ritsu.

“Oh, I think you can understand perfectly fine. Did you really think I would just turn a blind eye to you spending so much time with my brother behind my back? You know how much I hate it when you spend time with other people, you´re supposed to be only mine, alright? So I just decided to take you for my own to make sure no one else is going to interfere ever again.”

You were quite horrified, to say the least, not wanting to believe what you were hearing. Did he truly mean to imply that he kidnapped you so you won´t see any person aside from him? Could he hear himself talk?? You always knew that Ritsu could be pretty clingy and you thought it was sort of cute in the past but never could you have guessed that he would go so far.

“Speechless, huh? Well you´re quite adorable like that~”

At this, Ritsu chuckled once more and shifted even closer to you, if that was even possible, and rose from his lying position to instead move right in front of you, still firmly holding you down by sitting on your lap.

“You know y/n, you´re so cruel to me. I love you so much and yet you keep paying attention to other unimportant people. You´re the only person I think about, the only person I´ll ever need, so why can´t you just do the same? You don´t need anyone else as long as we´re together. I´m yours and you´re mine”

He finishes his sentence by leaning over and placing a kiss on your forehead, leaving you in a mix of surprise, embarrassment and fear. You tried putting some space between the both of you by pushing at Ritsu´s chest but the other wouldn´t budge, instead only leaning in more so his heavy, warm breath was fanning against your face.

“Ritsu, please let´s just talk about this! I don´t think this is a good idea so-”, you once again tried to reason with who you had formerly considered your friend but were quickly cut off again.

“No.”, Ritsu interrupted you, his voice having lost its playful tone in an instant.

“I will kiss you until your lips bleed. Just let me have this, I wanted to do this for so long. Maybe then you´ll finally realize that we´re meant to be together. I´ll leave your lips all bloody and marked up so you´ll always remember that I´m yours.”

And without waiting for your reply, Ritsu leaned in and firmly pressed his lips against yours as they moved almost desperately as if he feared you would disappear the second he backed away. You felt paralyzed as you felt a sudden wave of slight pain wash over you and your lips stung from what you could only assume was Ritsu grazing them with his sharp pointy teeth. Right in this very moment, he really did look like a vampire with the way he looked at you with lovestruck eyes as your red blood slowly dripped down from his teeth.

Using his tongue to lick away the blood with a dreamy sigh, he leaned in once again, very eager to keep kissing you.

“You´re mine, all mine”, he purred delightfully, “I´ll never let you go for as long as I live. We´ll be together forever. No one is going to ever steal you away from me again, I won´t let them. So stay with me, okay?”

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strawbubbysugar · 7 months

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Hiii, (princess lawyer anon here) not trying to start anything but i saw an anon upset over what I said (i assume it was about me cuz Im kinda,, the only one who fits their description,,) and I just wanted to say I don’t really appriciate them trying to make me like a villain,,, that kinda hurts to be misinterpreted so intensely,, I wasnt targeting them, there was like.. 5+ people both on the blog and in the story comments that said the same thing, so I really wasnt like,, targeting them or really even thinking of their reply when i wrote what i wrote if im being very honest,, I thought what I said was funny, and not meant to be condescending. Especially since both me and Bubby sorta made the same defender joke,, Sorry, I didn’t like how it felt in my chest reading those messages, if you understand what I mean,,, kinda actually had me tearing up ajdhsjsjdh to explain why it was so long winded if I can try and show i didnt mean it maliciously; I wasnt trying to over explain, I was info dumping because Im autistic and got excited,,,, but I do get that a lot, I really dont mean for it to come off as like im over explaining or condescending or whatever the right word is, im sorry. and this story meant a lot to me,, I just wanted to share my thoughts like everyone else and join in on what i thought were jokes, not over explain things and make people uncomfortable, im sorry,,, sorry for clogging up your box with all this nonsense, I just felt really upset and hurt and didnt know how else to address them since they’re anon,,, andjdjdj sorry if im doing it again rn </3

But, let me end on a positive note cuz I hate coming off as negative!!! Love u Bubby and love the latest chapter, im sorry if i caused any tension for you. Im really excited to see what both pry/ncess my beloved and Sun look like on the wedding day in their pretty outfits <3 I especially loved the funny parts with Sun covering his eyes, hes so silly goofy coded and I love your writing 💕 it never fails to make me laugh, smile, tear up, everything /verypositive And dont let anyone tear you down, I loved So(u)l it still lives in my head rent free and Im absolutely loving Bethroned!!! And also, as an autistic person, I love how you write your y/n’s because I feel like i can really relate where i sometimes struggle with that in other stories 💕💕 thats all, i spent like two hours trying to word this right so i need to stop now for my hearts sake, mwah mwah /silly

Oh Angel thank you for the kind words!! I know nobody in this situation meant to come off as anything but genuine. I’ll post this so that the two anons involved can hopefully find some closure with the situation. I won’t be answering any asks about it anymore but I wanted to make sure you felt seen and heard. :)

Peace and love on planet earth muah muah

#ask #we are all so autistic here it’s ok misunderstandings happen all the time #:) both of you are absolutely fine and nobody meant any harm #<3 #situation settled!#on another note #people’s opinions on the sea?

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More Comic Nerd Rambling: I'm going to add something re: the news of Ed Piskor (being some kind of sex pest in addition to being a dopey), since I'm starting to wake up-- and I'll do the preface that this is all secondary to there being a girl out there who had to deal with stuff that you're not supposed to have to deal with when you're fucking 17 years old, you're not supposed to have to deal with the sexual interest of 40 year old's, that's fucked up, and I acknowledge that is the priority response here-- but to add a point, that I haven't really thought through, that's still kind of raw in my head a half-formed thought here...

This is why you really have to stop reading the comics you grew up with past a certain age.

That was the whole deal with that Kayfabe Youtube channel-- you can be an old guy and keep going to back this thing that mattered to you as a kid wheee. And I am and have been that old guy, too-- some of my favorite comics are comics I discovered for myself late in life, by trawling through the internet seeking glimmers of something. Don McGregor's and Paul Gulacy's Sabre or Jim Starlin's Ghost Rider #35 or Tim Truman's Scout or whatever. (There's Kayfabe videos of all of them haha). I gave myself a first class education in 1980's comics in the last 10 years...

But maaaaan, at some point, you gotta grow as a person. Or look where you end up!

I'm not saying if you read Somerset Holmes, you're going to end up in a teenage girl's DM's. Somerset Holmes just isn't that good, frankly. But like... Youtube recommended that channel to me all the time, and it'd bum me out sometimes because it's like... because I'm a guy who has done what they did on my own before they started their channel, the results of which are littered through this blog, and like... having been that way, I feel like I know from experience that... I feel like the thing that bummed me out was a thing I recognized as my own mistake, of not moving forward. (And it's complicated when you make your own stuff-- I'm trying to start making my own stuff again, it is not going well, and that adds a wrinkle... but...)

I like trawling. I like the feeling of discovery. And I like that not everything has to get forgotten-- it sucks that Sabre got forgotten cause it's fucking rules. But... but then, I think for me, I think I'm healthier now than when I was like "Oh, Tim Truman really had the juice" however many years ago. I know it sounds silly, but it means something to me when I say I just read manga now, because it's still... it's not giving up on the medium, and still getting to be a Lifer, whatever that means, but it's also not being stuck where I was for the rest of my life, either. Or I spend more time watching Chopped, really, you know? Maybe it's in my head, but that's where I have to live, so.

I don't know-- it's a half-formed thought. I mean, anyone can be weird with it sexually, and be X, Y or Z and so if you want to say I'm confusing causation and correlation, that's fine. But I also believe we do manifest things that reflect us, both directly and indirectly, and so I don't know that it's as clean as that, you know? Hallllllffffff forrrrrmed thinking....

#worst hobby or worstest hobby

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kokichi-oumagines · 1 year

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hello!!! i am akihiro but please call me aki or hiro!! whatever you like!! your blog is really pretty so i shall stay!! could i please request some f l u f f y cuddling hcs with a smaller reader? tysm boo!! -aki 💜

Oh noooo~ My hand slipped and now I accidentally didn't make an actual writing post in almost two years~ Silly me! Guess I'll just post this and be on my way... (I have also realised I am not good at writing headcanons because they are too short and have no plot so have a scenario I accidentally wrote instead)

Thank you for the request!

- Mod Ouma

- Whether it's platonic or not, the first time you ask to cuddle is bound to be a little bit awkward- considering how Kokichi isn't very used to physical affection. Not only that, it's also a bit scary for the both of you

- Although you're smaller, you have to be the bigger person, and take the leap of faith yourself with this one. Unfortunately, Kokichi isn't really the type to act when he is unsure of himself and, when it comes to cozy affections and you in particular, well... let's just say he doesn't exactly trust himself to make the right moves- if any at all

- Is he scared? Of you? Of trusting you to be in such close proximity to him? Of you trusting him when he can barely trust himself? Of bugs? Pfft- what- uh... no? Maybe? He pleads the fifth? Actually, maybe the last one...

- When you finally ask, he is less shocked, more so confused. Rather, he thinks you're confused: why would you want to cuddle with him? Where are the cameras? Were you bribed? Blackmailed? Did Maki threaten you to do this? To tempt him with simple, comforting affection, then to pull back last minute?

- ... From the genuine look on your face, he doesn't think so. He supposes he trusts you enough to cuddle with him. You smile when he agrees, though he can still see some left-over anxiety on your face from this new situation

- The first time -the first few, in fact- he sits there, completely still, frozen, not moving, some other fourth thing that basically means stops functioning completely, as you carefully wrap your arms around him. You see, he's a little overwhelmed but won't admit it. You're pretty sure you broke him, and would move away to check on him if it wasn't for the light grip he has on your arm that revealed his real response

- You attempt to reassure him that he can cuddle back, that you weren't going to bite, but he breaks from his frozen state specifically to comment on how weird of a phrase 'I won't bite' is, and that he knows you won't, he just doesn't feel like it. It hurt you a little, but you know it's new to him and that he'll do so when he's ready

- Eventually, Kokichi realises that he can't keep not reciprocating forever, so he makes an attempt at cuddling you back... which ends with just a very awkward pat from him. He's improving! You notice, but don't comment, just giving him a smug little smile that knows you're winning him over, which he then gives back to you

- After what feels like a lifetime, and with him hyping himself up mentally for this moment, Kokichi is able to finally cuddle you back! Yay! Until he can feel himself start to get a little too comfortable in your arms, and immediately moves away, shoving you a little. No! After making him apologise for shoving you, you calm yourself and request an honest explanation as to why he is so reluctant to cuddle you, and if you should just stop

- ...Where he proceeds to immediately lie and say that yes, totally, absolutely, you should stop because you're not cool enough to cuddle him and- and-

- That's when you realise how much this is effecting him. So you calm him, putting a little bit of distance between the two of you, and ask once again if he wants to cuddle with you. He hesitates, exaggerating a little so you can't see the sincerity in his thought, and with an extended wellllll, he admits he's fine with it. He was just lying about you not being cool enough! Obviously!

- Then the two of you just sit there. Silent. Waiting for something you’re uncertain will happen, something Kokichi hasn't figured out yet. Until it occurs to him. Oh!

- ...

- Oh-

- Another hesitation. The silence continues. A hand outstretches a slither of an amount, then curling back into himself. Patiently, you wait, not making the first move. Kokichi takes a small breath in: maybe he is scared. Just a little bit. He stares at his hands, then at you. Slowly, and cautiously, he engulfs you in his arms and allows himself to relax- to trust you and himself

- Kokichi lets himself be comfortable with you

#mod ouma #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #oma kokichi #ouma kokichi #kokichi imagines #headcanons #kokichi x reader #danganronpa x reader

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mrsshabana · 1 year

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@gyusimp asked:

"Hi girl! Write this when you have time/in the mood to write, I don't want to bother you

We all know that canon Gyutaro is very insecure and he's repulsed towards himself, so y/n always makes him feel better but what if y/n has some insecurities? (facial marks or small bust are mine for example) how would he react to find out about that or to hear how she talks down what she doesn't like about herself? would he tease her or comfort her?

Hope you're well, take care, ILY! 💖"

How Gyutaro reacts to your insecurities

Girl, I LIVE for your requests! You could never bother me! This was really fun to write. I tried to stay true to canon Gyu, so I hope you like it. ILY too! ✨

So canon Gyutaro is a bit complicated. He's not very nice about things, but he will be honest with you. Sometimes too honest, and that can result in feelings getting hurt. Especially since he doesn't really care about other people's feelings either.

The only way that Gyutaro would even find out about your insecurities is if he already has a soft spot for you. Because around Gyutaro, a human typically wouldn't live long enough to tell him such things. So, he must already like you if you've lived long enough in his presence to tell him about your insecurities.

When it comes to facial marks or scars, Gyutaro genuinely likes them.

He'll gently caress your face, running his thumb along your birthmark/scar. "That's a nasty mark on your face y/n... I like it."

If you tell him how much you hate your marks/scars he won't say anything. He won't try to convince you otherwise, he'll just give you his honest opinion, which is that he likes them. He understands that your opinion is different from his, and he won't pester you too much about it. He'll roll his eyes and say, "Whatever. Say what you want. But I think they're pretty."

When it comes to your body, he genuinely doesn't have any preferences. Especially sexually, because he has no desire to reproduce so he really couldn't care less about things like that. He really only cares about killing and eating...

But if he starts to grow romantic feelings for you then that will change.

Since he's never had any sexual experience/desires, his preferences will be built off of you. You are the first person to show him love in a romantic way, so he will begin to associate you with romance and sex. No matter what you look like he's going to be madly attracted to you because of this.

Gyutaro has seen humans in the district have sex many many times, so in his eyes, it's just a normal everyday thing for you humans. So when he starts to get the desire to have sex with you, he will be completely upfront about it. He won't be embarrassed at all either. He'll be super casual, "I wanna have sex with you. Let's try it."

Gyutaro doesn't understand why you are being so shy and avoiding showing him your chest. "What're you doin'? Just take your shirt off already." He'll say, growing agitated.

When you open up to him about your insecurities he won't understand.

"What are you talkin' about? Your body looks normal, looks like a human body should."

You'll have to be very specific about what you are insecure about for him to listen. He'll be more patient and listen quietly as you open up to him. When you tell him that you're insecure about your bust size, he'll laugh.

He's not laughing at you, but he's laughing because he thinks that your insecurities are silly. "That's nothin' to be insecure about! Have you seen my body? You should be happy that you have a healthy body!" He'll growl and scratch his skin. In his eyes, your insecurities are trivial compared to his.

He'll push you down on the bed, trailing his rough hands along your bare body, "Your body looks fine to me. Yeah, human's come in all different shapes and whatnot but they all taste the same in the end, so what's it matter?"

Repost from my old blog mrsshabana-archive

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #canon #replies #gyutaro smut

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thetwelfthcrow · 6 months

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I know that most of the drivers know about fanfiction being out there but the thought of them discovering ships still freaks me out so much.

A lot of people will say don't write RPF then but there is a big difference between just writing it for fandom and locking it on ao3 OR actively pushing it towards the people it's inspired by. The latter can easily be avoided and not avoiding it is the sole thing that can make RPF problematic.

TWITTER IS TOO CLOSE.

This makes me so uncomfortable and angry at people who are not thinking about boundaries. Even if the author consents to their fanfiction being out there (but why would you?) you can't get the consent from the people it's about. If they discover it on ao3 then that means that they sought it out and that's okay but if they stumble upon it on twitter because it gets basically shoved into their faces? No.

It's not funny and if you're unlucky, they'll not only think it's weird, they might actually hate it and feel gross about people writing about them having kinky sex with y/n or their colleague.

In extreme cases, famous people discovering fanfiction about themselves altered how they behaved in public. In other extreme cases, they took legal actions, because they felt really ridiculed or uncomfortable.

Fanfiction is for fans. Leave it in strict fandom spaces. How often do people need to say that? You can't always avoid the drivers seeing it, but you can at least make sure that it's not jumping at them when they don't want it to jump at them, which will be the case for most if not all of them.

I don't want drivers to get linked to my tumblr without either my or their consent. It's overstepping a line.

there's a huge difference between Knowing About The Existence of Fanfics and being Actively Made Aware of Certain Fics. sure, they know about fanfics. sure, they know they're being shipped. but to have the shippy things/fanfics/fanart actively shown to you is a whole other thing.

'don't write RPF' is a very dumb thing to say. that is not the issue. the issue is that fandom is for the fans and Not for the people it's about. when i'll make the silly little 4433 discord server, that's for the shippers, the FANS. that is Not for max, lewis, or anyone who knows them personally. when we write fics, that's for the fans, Not for the guys in question!!

twitter is indeed too close. tumblr is The Perfect platform for it. i remember when the people from Watcher Entertainment announced they'd make a tumblr blog and sooo many fans were like Alarm Alarm Must Change My Main Blog So They'll Never Find Out!

i've heard charles is notoriously known for looking up his own name so for the love of god don't post shippy things with his name on twitter.

and also a huge fucking annoyance of mine is that the official accs (red bull, f1, mclaren, whatever) have started using shipnames. don't. that's not for you.

100% agreed w the difference between 'stumbling upon ao3' and 'getting a tweet sent to you with your name'. also a PSA to all RPF authors: if twitter accs ever ask if they can rec your fic on twitter, be flattered and say no. that is not the place for us to be.

i don't think that the drivers will actively read what it's all about, i think they'll see a link and go oh No Nope I am Leaving. years of PR training must've also taught them what to stay away from. but this is the same w people in Max Fewtrell's chat telling him to go to ao3 & wattpad. i was fuming. you Do Not Do That. (sure i wrote a fic about it but that's beside the point).

yeah so i wouldn't worry too much about the extreme cases. this isn't septiplier. the most important difference being: these drivers barely handle their own social media anyway. they're incredibly well managed. this doesn't mean we can do whatever, but it does mean that the chances of something bad happening are smaller i'd reckon.

recently made this metaphor which may be a bit tough to convey in words but: the drivers, the sport, the factual things are like a planet, and fandom is the moon. the moon is for us fans to gather and circle around the planet and occasionally visit and say hi. but to never ever get the drivers with us to the moon. they don't belong there. if one driver gets to the moon, the moon will get closer to the planet and before we know it, the moon is clashing with the planet and nothing's left of either of the two anymore.

drivers knowing about the existence of fanfics as a term is fine. drivers knowing about certain fics is not. drivers knowing about your tumblr is not. fandom for the fans. not for them. don't make those two world collide.

#Anonymous #rpf #f1 #keep rpf away from f1 #zhalia’s lil’ chit chat

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hopelesshawks · 2 years

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A Deal with God

Itto x gn!Reader

I came up with this idea back during the Perilous Trails event on Genshin and turned it into a collab event with @hutaoscoffinn. This is at least a month after we said we’d post stuff but alas 🥴 anyway here it is and I hope y’all enjoy

The blog posting this is 18+ only. Any minors who try to follow will be blocked

Tags and Warnings: very character centric, slight side ship content, temporary major character death, heavy angst, hallucinations

Link to change y/n to your actual name (not mobile compatible)

General Masterlist Kofi

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Is now the time for this?”

“Tell him I’m sorry…”

“What do you— Traveler, what do you mean?”

“You know how he is so just… tell him I’m sorry and that I love him. Take care of him for me.”

“Wait, don't—!”

~ ~ ~

Itto stretches as the sun feels warm on his face, his joints popping after his nap as he wakes his body back up.

“Ah I slept like a rock, good times…” he yawns, only to notice the grim look on Shinobu’s face as Floating Lavender Melon clings onto her. Lavender Melon’s eyes are red like she’s been crying and when he turns his gaze towards his lawyer savior her expression matches Shinobu’s in its solemnity.

“Huh? What’re you doing? What’s going on? Why’s everyone looking at me like that?” he asks.

He gets silence back. It’s his savior that speaks up first but even she seems a little choked up.

“Well, uhm, first thing’s first. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain?” she asks cautiously and Itto can’t understand why everyone’s so fucking grim all of a sudden.

“The fuck are you talking about? I’m fine! I had an epic power nap and now I feel like a million mora! I feel like I’m forgetting something though…”

He stops to think for a moment, missing the way everyone winces.

“Oh yea! Wait… Weren’t we underground? How did we get back up here? And where’s (y/n) run off to?”

He looks around the other three trying to catch a sight of you but no dice. Lavender Melon starts crying and he’s not sure what he said to offend her.

“Hey don’t cry! What’s wrong?? Whatever it is I totally didn’t mean it! I’m just tryna figure out what’s going on!” he tries to assure her, worried he may have hurt your little friend’s feelings. You’re always telling him to play nice with Paimon.

“It’s a long story but… Itto you should know. Traveler didn’t make it,” Yanfei explains but Itto just cocks his head to the side in confusion.

“What do you mean they didn’t make it? They were just with us when I took my nap.”

It’s Shinobu who speaks up next and the fact she doesn’t sound exasperated or teasing or any of the usual tones he hears her speak with is starting to freak him out a bit.

“While we were trying to escape we were attacked by these red spirits. Yelan and Xiao needed to focus on powering our way out, I was carrying you, Yanfei isn’t really a fighter so… Traveler sacrificed themselves to make sure the rest of us could get out. They’re gone Boss.”

Grief seems to hang heavy in the air but Itto doesn’t understand. You know how he feels about self-sacrifice. You’d never… and anyway there’s no way some stupid little spirits would get you. You’re The Traveler! Slayer of Dragons! Ender of the Sakoku Decree! Proud co-boss of the Arataki Gang! Well… he technically never talked to you about being co-boss but he figures you just know that the title comes with the territory of dating him. Regardless!! There is absolutely no way in hell you’re gone. Everyone else must be insane if they really think that.

“So what you’re saying is they’re still inside right?” he asks.

Everyone nods.

“Ok, then I’ll wait here.”

“Boss…” Shinobu starts.

“What?”

“They’re not coming back.”

“They are. Just you wait, aaaany minute they’re gonna spring right up and you’ll feel SO stupid for doubting the Great Arataki Itto and his equally fantastic partner.”

“Seriously it’s… It’s not happening. We should go.”

“Oh Shinobu. Silly, silly Shinobu. This is why I’m the boss. Trust me. My baby is gonna pop up right there and you’re all gonna wish you listened to Itto and stuck around to see it because it’s going to be fucking fantastic.”

“You didn’t… you didn’t see it, Boss. I’m sorry but we should go I—”

“Nope. Staying right here.”

“They had to have fallen hundreds if not thousands of meters! Even if they survived the fall they’re stuck! Forever! Don’t you get that? They’re dead!”

“Kuki…” Yanfei cuts her off, putting a hand on her shoulder to help ground her. It’s only then Shinobu realizes she’d started trembling and Paimon has grown even more distraught.

“Shit… sorry I… I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up,” she apologizes with a wince before turning back to Itto, “but you’re being stubborn. We can’t stay here, we need to get back to the others in Inazuma.”

“No. I’m staying here. You just don’t know (y/n) like I do,” Itto insists before stomping over to a spot on the grass some distance from the group and dropping down to sit there cross-legged, done with the conversation.

What did they know? Shinobu only just met you and even if you knew Yanfei before, she can’t possibly know you as well as your amazing, awesome, totally attentive and caring boyfriend does. You’re going to make it out. You have to. And no way is he going to let you surface and find yourself completely alone. So he doesn’t move; even when Yanfei squeezes his shoulder as well and then walks away; even when Shinobu shakes her head and leaves with Floating Lavender Melon in tow.

Itto stays when the sun goes down.

He stays when it comes back up again.

And the same the next day.

And the next.

~ ~ ~

Kuki figures Itto lasted a day before he finally realized you weren’t coming. Maybe his stubbornness kept him there for a few days. Absolute max a week. Regardless, when she touches down in Inazuma she’s fairly confident Itto is already on a boat back or at least hunting one down. In the meantime, as usual, she’ll have to keep the gang together and break the news to them. She’s not actually sure if taking Paimon with her is the best idea considering she’d only just met her, but the Arataki gang has always been about taking in strays and as frustrating as the gang’s naive optimism and overconfidence can be, that may be precisely the energy Paimon needs right now.

It takes everything in Kuki not to wince when the gang comes rushing up to her, clearly looking for their (stupidly) fearless leader. They’re surrounding her asking questions in a moment, too quickly for her to process any of them. Paimon shrinks against her chest, a habit she’s taken too quite a bit since the chasm.

“Ok, ok stand down guys, one at a time,” Kuki sighs.

“Where’re boss and co-boss??” Genta asks nervously.

The boys always get this way whenever Itto leaves: antsy and anxious. Usually their concerns are unfounded so it’s easy enough to brush off, but this time well… Kuki still isn’t quite sure how to break it to them.

“Boss is still in Liyue,” she starts cautiously, “he has business to attend to there still and Traveler… Traveler won’t be coming back.”

“What do you mean they won’t be coming back?” Akira presses.

Kuki doesn’t respond verbally. She just gives the boys a significant look and she knows they understand from the immediate aura of grief that seems to settle heavy on all their shoulders. She hates it. She hates she had to be the one to break it to them on her own; hates that Itto isn’t here with the perfectly wrong words to bring the mood back up. She doesn’t blame him for his absence but as frequently as Itto shows himself an incapable boss, it’s moments like these that remind her why he still carries the title.

“Anyway, Paimon will be joining us for now so you idiots better behave alright? We all have to take good care of her as a member of the Arataki gang,” Kuki declares and she’s grateful that the boys all respond enthusiastically. It’ll be good for them to have something else to focus on and Kuki could use the distraction herself. She barely knew you, but she still feels your loss quite deeply. It somehow both surprises her and doesn’t. It’s odd to consider someone so important after such a short time together, but she gets the feeling that’s just the effect you had on people. After all, how else could you have befriended such varied people from all across Teyvat? Even the adeptus had looked heartbroken by your passing.

And when it came to Itto, well… Kuki didn’t think he had any interest whatsoever in romance before you came along. It was all childish games, beetle fights, and getting into trouble until you showed up in his life. When he fell for you he fell hard. Kuki thought it was puppy love. She thought you were another hyperfixation Itto would latch onto, cause trouble for, and then move on from. But Itto’s love for you held firm and finally getting to see the two of you interact together in the chasm had shown her how wrong she was. Itto is careless by nature but she could see the way he tried so hard not to be careless with you. Perhaps you were a little too accommodating of even his dumbest ideas, sharing sympathy even when she and the others teased him for his recklessness, but Kuki didn’t miss the way he’d melt into you whenever you praised or reassured him. You didn’t let him off the hook, but you were soft with him in a way Kuki can never bring herself to be. She thinks it made for a good balance. She remembers commenting on it, how protective you seem of him sometimes, during one of those weird rest periods down in the chasm. You’d chuckled sheepishly, scratching the back of your neck.

“Yeaaa… it’s a bit much isn’t it?”

“I never said that!” Kuki refuted but you shook your head to show her it was ok.

“You could say it though. I know you’re right. I know stuff rolls off his back pretty quickly. Heck I probably get more upset over stuff than he does half the time. But… he’s had a lot of people judge him, write him off, and chase him out his entire life. He hasn’t had nearly as many protecting him. So even when he doesn’t care, even when it’s not that deep, I want to be by his side. Just so he knows y’know? So he knows there’s someone there when he can’t be The Great Arataki Itto.”

Kuki isn’t entirely sure there’s ever a time when he isn’t The Great Arataki Itto but your point touched her all the same. It was reassuring knowing her boss had someone with a better head on their shoulders by his side when she couldn’t be. Archon knows no one in the rest of the gang can be that person. As it is she’ll have her hands full keeping them in control without their charismatic leader to at least direct their chaotic energy somewhere.

Over the next few days Kuki’s time is spent corralling the gang and helping cheer up Paimon. Both tasks are all consuming and soon days turn to weeks without her even realizing it. The gang settles into a rhythm, hyperfixated on helping Paimon, who through their misguided efforts does start to smile a little more again. In fact, they settle into so much of a rhythm that Kuki doesn’t even notice that Itto should long since have returned to Inazuma from Liyue. When she does finally realize, it’s because Itto has made his triumphant return in the most Itto fashion possible:

By getting arrested.

An exasperated Kujou Sara alerts her that immediately upon arriving home, Itto attempted to break into Tenshukaku to gain audience with the Raiden Shogun herself and as a result Kuki now needs to go bail him out of jail. Again…

It’s at least reassuring he’s gone right back to his old tricks.

Except when she arrives at the prison, expecting a wide, sheepish grin and unrepentant enthusiasm, she’s instead met with a cold, eerie silence and an empty shell of her boss.

~ ~ ~

Itto failed you.

Asking the archon for help was his last shot and he failed you.

Tears brim in his eyes. He’s always been a cry baby hasn’t he? Shinobu teases him about it sometimes. He probably doesn’t deserve to cry over this. Not when he was knocked out when he should have been helping you fight off the spirits Shinobu spoke of. Not when he’s the only reason Shinobu couldn’t help you herself. Not when he’d just fucked up the only possible way he had to maybe get you back. He faces the wall as the tears descend, ashamed of them. He doesn’t deserve them. Doesn’t deserve to cry for you.

How many times has he been warned about being reckless? How many times has Shinobu told him his actions could lead to this very thing happening?

You were the best thing that ever happened to him and now you’re gone and there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

“Boss?”

Shinobu’s voice cuts through his thoughts. She must be so disappointed in him. She tried to tell him you weren’t coming and he didn’t listen and now she’s been out here running the gang alone for… he’s not sure how long. He lost track of the days after the first few.

“I, uh, bailed you out. We’re free to go.”

Itto rises from the ground finally turning around to face her only to realize he can’t meet her eyes. Guilt and bile climb up his throat. His ancestors must be so ashamed of him. So much for oni pride.

Shinobu hesitates as if expecting Something but Itto isn’t sure what. Another beat passes and finally she turns and starts to lead him out, occasionally checking over her shoulder as if she still can’t quite believe what she’s seeing. They step out into the hustle and bustle of Inazuma City but it feels wrong. You’re usually here waiting for him whenever Shinobu comes to bail him out. Instead there’s nothing. Shinobu just keeps walking as if there isn’t a gaping you-sized hole in the air and he follows because there’s nothing else he can do.

He wants to cry again.

He doesn’t.

When they reach Byakko Plain where the gang is waiting, they surround him and he thinks he hears Shinobu warn them not to crowd but it’s hard to process much of anything. As he finally lifts his gaze up, he finds he still can’t meet their eyes, especially when he notices Little Floating Lavender Melon amongst the group. Everyone talks at him at once except for Shinobu, who is trying to quiet the others, and Lavender Melon who stays silent. It all sounds like white noise to him but he can tell from their faces that they’re concerned about him. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, shores up the scattered remains of The Great Arataki Itto and sets them ablaze to give one last announcement to his gang.

“I have to go! Granny needs me! Shinobu’s in charge until I get back!”

The moment he’s made the declaration he shoves past them all to head back towards Hanamizaka, leaving the ashes of himself behind. If he’d really been thinking he would have just stopped there immediately and slinked into his granny’s house on he and Shinobu’s way out of the city, before he could be confronted with the gang. But he hadn’t been. Everything feels like a blur. He’s not even 100% sure how he’s putting one foot in front of the other. He blinks and suddenly his granny is opening the door for him at her house and for the first time in forever he feels like that lost little kid with nothing and no one that she first found all those years ago.

Except he doesn’t have no one. He has an entire gang in fact. A gang he’s just left dumbfounded and abandoned on Byakko Plain. Yet somehow it doesn’t provide him any comfort knowing they’re there. He doesn’t know how to be who they expect him to be in a world without you in it. So instead he lets himself be a lost and lonely child, reliant on the kindness of a sweet old woman as she tucks him into the bed of his old room.

~ ~ ~

“Thank you for the walk,” Kuki sighs appreciatively as she follows Kujou Sara around on her patrol through the city.

“You looked like you could use it. I’m guessing you’ve been busy keeping the gang in check considering it’s been so quiet around here lately,” Sara comments as she watches her friend just as closely as she watches the streets around her.

It’s precisely that vigilance that allows her to notice the minute tensing of Kuki’s shoulders and how her steps stutter for just a moment as they walk.

“What is it? What have they done now?” Sara insists, suddenly protective. The gang has always run Shinobu ragged and Sara hasn’t been shy about expressing her concern. She’s tried to convince the other woman to leave the gang. After all, Sara would gladly get Kuki a job working amongst the Tenryou Commission’s forces. But Kuki shakes her head with a wry smile.

“No it’s not anything they’ve done. I almost wish it was. I at least know how to deal with that. It’s the boss. He’s been practically catatonic since I bailed him out last month. He was quiet the whole walk back and when I finally got him to the gang he made a flimsy excuse to leave and has been holed up in his grandmother’s ever since,” she explains.

There are few things that genuinely surprise Sara but hearing that the resident neighborhood nuisance has locked himself away from his merry band of misfits is certainly enough to do the job.

“He seemed fine when I arrested him. Perhaps a bit rowdier than normal but back to his usual tricks demanding to see the Shogun. What changed?”

“I have a theory about that…” Kuki starts and her saddened tone draws all of Sara’s focus, “you remember what I told you happened to Traveler right?”

Sara nods, her mouth pressing into a grim line. How could she forget?

“Boss didn’t give up on them resurfacing at first. That’s why he came back after I did. He refused to leave the entrance to the chasm, kept insisting it was only a matter of time until Traveler would pop out too. I think he finally figured out there was no way they could do it on their own so if Traveler couldn’t pull it off, and an adeptus couldn’t pull it off…”

“Maybe an archon could,” Sara says, completing Kuki’s sentence for her as the other woman nods.

“Yea… Once he failed to get help from the Shogun I think he just didn’t know what else to do. He’s not used to being completely shut down like that and I don’t think he knows what to do without Traveler.”

Sara may not be Itto’s biggest fan but she cares about Kuki. A lot. And if helping the infamous oni would lift a weight off Kuki’s shoulders then so be it. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts on the matter before finally sharing them with her friend.

“Well maybe he had a good idea for once. I can see if I can get a message to the Shogun through official channels. After all, Traveler has done much for Inazuma. We’d be remiss to stand idly by when we could potentially save them.”

Kuki’s eyes widen as she takes a gentle hold of Sara’s arm, stopping them both on the path through town. Sara feels her heart pick up speed in her chest, blood rushing to her face at Kuki’s grateful gaze.

“You’d seriously do that? I don’t want to cause you too much trouble, especially over the gang,” Kuki insists, although it’s impossible for her to keep the cautious optimism from her voice.

Sara clears her throat awkwardly, unable to maintain the eye contact as she finds herself suddenly feeling sheepish.

“O-Obviously. As I said, Traveler has done much for Inazuma and if bringing them back also makes things a bit easier on you then so be it.”

She feels Kuki squeeze her arm before it slips away and the other woman steps up next to her.

“Thank you Sara. I mean it.”

“Don’t thank me yet. I can’t guarantee it will work.”

“I know but… somehow I already feel a lot better. So thank you.”

Sara isn’t quite sure she deserves the level of faith Kuki seems to have in this plan. After all there’s no way of knowing if the Shogun will be able to help even if she chooses to, which in and of itself is not guaranteed. Still, she won’t question it too much. Not when Kuki seems lighter than she has the entire time they’ve been walking together.

~ ~ ~

Itto doesn’t know that he’s ever felt such guilt in his entire life.

He feels guilty for failing you.

He feels guilty for failing the gang.

He feels guilty for burdening his granny and he feels guilty for dishonoring the proud name of the Oni.

It weighs on his chest, pinning him to the bed, and on the rare occasions he can force himself up, the weight simply shifts to his shoulders to make each step more painful than the last. He can barely move on the best of days, is completely immobilized on the worst. Every day he tries to get out of his room. Every day he fails.

In his defense he’s made progress. The first week he didn’t even bother trying. He laid motionless in bed staring up at the ceiling, ignoring every meal his granny left at his side. Things started getting fractionally better about halfway through the second week.

That’s when you started showing up.

Or rather… Not You.

Not You looks like you. They sound like you. They have all the right mannerisms and quirks and features. They’re almost identical to you in every way. So much so that when they first leaned over his bed to look down at him with their eyebrows furrowed in concern, his eyes had widened, vision going blurry with unshed tears as he thought for a moment that you had returned to him; but when he reached up to caress what he thought were your cheeks, his hand passed right through Not You, dissipating the image like smoke and leaving him alone with the guilt and the grief once more.

He’s learned his lesson since then. Don’t touch. Just look and listen and Not You will stick around to encourage him to do better. He considered the idea that Not You was the work of a tanuki or perhaps the archon herself, but he eliminated that possibility when he realized he’s the only one who can see them. No, Not You wasn’t gifted to him. They are a product of his own brain: his memories and imagination combining forces to give him the only potential cure to his current state that his brain could think of.

This time Itto makes it halfway across the room before the weight becomes too much and he has to sit down. He drops to the ground none too gracefully, chest heaving as if he’s run for kilometers on end instead of walking a meter or two at most. It’s the furthest he’s gotten so far but it’s still not nearly enough and the remainder of his room looms large ahead of him. He presses the heels of his palms to his eyes and sighs, body hunching over.

“You did so well Big Guy,” Not You assures him from where they’re stood at his side.

“It’s not good enough,” he fires back.

“For now it is.”

“But–”

“Itto?”

His head snaps up. The door of his room is open and Not You stands in the entryway with one hand still on the handle. His brows furrow in confusion as he snaps his head back to where he’d just heard Not You’s voice coming from only moments ago but they’re indeed gone so he returns his gaze to their new location. It’s odd. Not You doesn’t normally teleport between locations in his room anymore since it destroys the illusion and upsets him. And while Not You frequently looks at him with concern, they rarely look confused anymore. He thinks he catches sight of Shinobu and Kujou Tengu just past the doorway in the main area of Granny’s house but Not You closes the door behind themself before he can be sure. That too is odd. Not You usually can’t actually move things in his room. Maybe his… visions (calling Not You a vision sounds better than calling them a hallucination) are getting worse if he thinks Not You is actually moving things in the room now.

Not You approaches slowly and hesitantly, sinking down towards him once they’re close. They reach out as if to touch him and he flinches back and away. A flash of hurt crosses their face the way it always does when he reacts like this, but he’s found it takes longer for the vision to return when they dissipate from his touch so he’s extra careful now.

“You know I can’t touch you,” he rasps, his voice hoarse from how rarely he uses it nowadays. He tries to limit how much he verbally responds to Not You since Granny once caught him doing it and looked even more concerned than usual afterwards.

“Why not?” Not You asks and it draws a pained whine from his lips that reverberates through his chest, his broken heart struggling to beat.

“You know why.”

“Explain it to me again.”

He sighs heavily and his vision blurs with the tears he refuses to let fall once more.

“Because you’re not really here… You’re not really them and the minute I touch you you’ll vanish and it takes so long for you to come back,” he admits, his voice wet as he draws his knees up so he can hide his face in them.

But then suddenly there’s a warm hand on his back and someone takes hold of his chin oh so gently to force him to look up again. The eyes his gaze is forced to meet shine in a way Not You’s could never quite capture and when silent tears start to fall and Itto raises a cautious hand up to brush them away, the pads of his fingers meet warm skin instead of air.

All at once it hits him. This isn’t Not You, it’s you. He doesn’t know how but it’s seriously, actually you. For real. Flesh and blood and there and he doesn’t feel like wasting time to ask questions so he doesn’t. He simply launches himself into you, his large arms wrapping around you as he sends you both crashing into the floor, pinning you beneath his weight. For the first time since he left the chasm he fully sobs. It’s not a pretty sight with tears and snot running down his face but he doesn’t care because he finally has you firmly in his grip again and all of the things that Not You could never give him are back. Your unique smell, the gentle pressure of your chest rising and falling beneath his, and the reassuring thrum of your heartbeat in his ears.

“It’s ok Baby. I’m here. I’m right here,” you assure him and it just makes him sob harder.

But it’s good. It’s so incredibly good.

Because you’re right. It will be ok. It’ll take time for him to really believe it; for him to be able to close his eyes at night and truly believe that you won’t be gone when they open again; for him to seek out your touch and warmth without worrying you’ll vanish the moment he should make contact.

But here you are. And he suspects he owes his second in command and the tengu warrior to thank for that considering they’re both just on the other side of the door. He’ll find a way to pay them back later (whether they want him to or not).

For now he’ll just let himself sob against you, luxuriating in the feeling of the sweet comfort he thought he’d lost forever.

#itto x reader #arataki itto x reader #genshin fanfic #arataki itto angst #itto angst #hopeless.oneshot

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