having fun with colors for once :P
thanks @creepycoffins for the awesome dtiys :D
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hdflkjasdklf i'm just thinking of certain characters n stories hehe
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The fact that I've been thinking about bear shifter Price religiously ever since you posted him. Thinking about how thick he would be, all broad shoulders and huge biceps with thick chest hair on his gorgeous pectorals. About how in the fall he would gain weight and be so warm, soft, and so cuddly as the hibernation season sets in. You would run into him less and less, but the bear sightings in the park go up as the days get shorter and colder.
Thinking of him in a flannel and a beanie holding his morning coffee and watching as you stroll right past him, paying him no attention, as he waits until night time to grab you and have his way with you in his cave. Large hands, strong and cushioned body working your form into the harsh stone of the cave floor as he rams into you.
Thinking of his actual house (non cave moment) that feels like a log cabin and is filled with luxurious fur blankets and has a huge wood burning stove in the living room. Thinking of him lumberjacking away in the woods and coming to find him sweaty and sexy sitting on his porch admiring the view of the evergreen forest around him.
Its almost fall and I need him to be able to move into the season properly
anon u should've just made this a post and tagged me so i could reblog it bc this is brilliant. ooohhhh you tickled something good inside my brain like im curling up at the thought of this price.
wait I'm also thinking of something else. bear shifter!Price two months out from hibernation season and he hasn't started stockpiling food or blankets in his cabin just yet and the urge is starting to get to him. itching under his skin. he's been putting it off without a real reason, getting lost in the forest for long swaths of time, trudging through the new snow up high in the mountains.
he starts showing up at your house at odd hours. you're fixing coffee in the morning, still fuzzy and warm from sleep, only to hear the sounds of hammering outside. you find John fixing the loose step on your stairs, barely sparing enough time to greet you before returning to the task at hand. when he's done, he brushes off your attempts to pay him for the job, just loads his tools back in the car and drives off.
the next day he's raking the leaves in your lawn. then showing up at the grocers when you're picking up produce, helps you carry all your bags to the car. also adds a weird amount of canned goods to your order and when you fret and try to tell him that you don't need pickles and sauerkraut and beans and all of that stuff, he just lays a hand flat on your head and drags it down your hair until you go quiet. then he pays for the whole order.
it takes him awhile before he realizes that he's slowly turning your house into his den.
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One More For Me
pairing: seungmin x reader
warnings: sub seungmin, dom reader, boypussy seungmin bc i'm in a brainrot, gn reader, overstimulation, puppy seungmin, mirror sex, possibly more
wc: abt 1.5k
a/n: this is pretty shit, i was studying and couldn't get this out of my mind so wrote it in like twenty minutes just to get it out of my system so sorry for the crappy grammar and anything that might sound a little funny😭
"I-i can't~" He cries beneath your touch, tears welling up in his eyes, taking on a glassy sheen while somehow managing to still look so pretty you can hardly stand it.
(And so fucked up and so ruined, but those are the less holy thoughts that run through you're mind.)
It's not fair.
How heart-achingly gorgeous he looks.
How his face contorts in pleasure so abashedly. How his mouth falls open, panted out moans bouncing around the four walls of your bedroom. How his bite-covered body makes you feel all sorts of feral you can't even begin to control yourself.
How his abused pussy, stretched out and used thoroughly from tonights activities glistens in the low lighting of the lamp in the corner of the room. How an ever-growing damp spot dirties the sheets below him, getting bigger and messier with every orgasm you've ripped from the poor thing.
"C'mon," you whisper, saccharine and innocent. "You can do it, you're okay."
Your encouragement makes him clench around the toy, making it harder for you to continue thrusting it into him at the damaging pace you had been.
“T-too full,” you kiss over his sweat-soaked, bitten neck, nibbling on his collarbone and tonguing over his jawline. "C-can't,"
You ignore him this time, just like you've ignored his pleas from the last time you made him cum and the time before that and the time before that. Ignored his whines and moans, his useless pawing at the hand that steadily pushes the dildo in and out of him.
He knows his safeword. Knows he can use it anytime he wants to. And he hasn't.
Hasn't because he knows just as well as you do how much he really loves this. Even if he says otherwise.
So your thumb still rubs quick harsh circles around his clit, all red and swollen from your rough touches.
You could almost feel bad for him but then his pretty moans fill the room again and you can't bring yourself to. When he makes that sound all you can do is feel pride to be the one making him do it.
You look at him in the mirror across from you, hanging on the wall across from the bed. Him laying in your lap, back pressed against your chest, legs pinned wide open to leave his most vulnerable parts on display for you.
His glassy eyes meet your gaze in a kind of clash and you finally acknowledge him with a crooked grin. Your pupils are wide with lust, lip caught between your teeth as for a quick second your eyes flash down before they're back on him. “You can do it, one more, one for me puppy, one more because you're a good boy."
He's trembling. Shaking like a leaf in your hold, and even though it's cruel, even though maybe you're being mean, you know he's enjoying it just as much as you do, if not, more.
So when his thighs clamp shut around your arm you're merciless to grip them, solid and firm as you pull his legs apart and pin them with your own.
"Stay still puppy, be good."
It isn't fair.
Isn't fair that you're so calm and composed, attention focused solely on him while, hand working quickly-too quickly for his clouded mind to fully catch up, the sound of wet squelching filling the room, god he's fucking soaked.
He can't help it, can't help the way he shifts, pushing it deeper inside of him, gasping pornographically as the movement pushes the fake cock snug against that special spot that has his chest rising with a harsh gasp, his eyes squeeze shut, bursts of light exploding behind his eyelids.
"F-fuck!"
It's not fair.
You're cooing to him, crooning into his ear, too normal, too collected compared to his body, his arms which feel completely numb as they weakly grasp at yours, he can barely feel them, barely feel anything besides being so deliciously, amazingly full.
But you hiss for him to open his eyes and he can see in his reflection, see the way he's hardly gripping to reality.
How many times has he already cum at this point? Four-five? Six even?
He doesn't know, he stopped counting after two in which he could barely remember his own name much less remember how to count.
"C-can't do it any-anymore~" He whimpers, but his body says otherwise, overstimulated and pushed to the edge over and over and over again but still working against you, hips still endlessly working to swallow the dildo in your hand.
"But you'll do it for me, won't you puppy? I'll be so proud if you do, be my good boy?" You say it so hopefully, as if you have the utmost confidence in him.
He doesn't want to disappoint you, he can't disappoint you, he'd rather die, rather let you make him cum until you've finally used him all up, which you are on your way to doing.
He can't stop until you're proud of him, until he's earned it.
So all he does is let out a pathetic sob, nodding shakily.
"Good boy~" You turn his head and catch his lips into a kiss, rough and desperate, breaking past the seal of his lips and making a mess of drool and saliva.
Tongue and teeth and nipping,
He's not like this-fuck he's not like this, he's normally so composed and so normal.
You do this to him.
You make him like this.
All horny and needy and desperate. Like some kind of sexual deviant that can't think of anything but being filled up and stretched to the brim, fucked hard and deep until he's completely dumb and seeing stars.
You had stuffed him with a plug this morning, before he went to work and wear it all day.
Your poor puppy had had to suppress his noises all throughout day, whenever he sat down or so much as shifted the wrong way. He was so wet, so needy. He couldn't stop thinking of you, thinking of all the ways you'd fuck him that night, the different things you would do to him, maybe you'd even pull out his leash and collar if he was good.
Those thoughts along with the way it shifted inside of him as he walked was nearly enough to push him over the edge. It was a wonder that he somehow was able to keep composure.
And then you had texted him, asking him to send you a picture of it.
Inside of him.
For confirmation, your text said, that he was being a good boy and keeping it in.
He was sure he was face was on fire when he'd excused himself, quickly walking to the bathroom and locking the door behind him, looking around, paranoid, as he pulled down his pants and his ruined panties.
He'd make you buy him more for this. And you happily would. Before you ruined that pair and the cycle would repeat.
Even though he knew he was completely alone he still looked both ways for what felt like the fifth time before he pulled out his phone, pressing the red record button.
You'd done this to him.
Turned him into someone that would record a video of him touching himself, muffled whimpers as he pulled the plug out tortuously slow, for your benefit only and then, little by little, groaning at the stretch, pushed it back in.
You turned him into someone that jumped on you the second you walked through the door, wearing nothing but your shirt and nearly crying for you to fuck him. Grabbing your hand and shoving it between his legs, whining as your fingers slid through his dripping folds
Turned him into someone who fucking whines and begs for more when you call him puppy in that husky voice, raspy with lust...and god, god.
"Please! Please!"
"Please what baby?"
"Please, s-so fucking needy!" He sobs, nails digging crescents into your skin. "I-...puppy needs to be fucked, needs to be fucked until...until…" he trails off dumbly and a smile sits smugly on your face, thrusts achingly slow, dragging so good against his clenching walls.
You look at him expectantly in the mirror, looking like you want him to continue, like you won't continue until he does. "Fuck me until I can't walk and I can't remember my own name! Make me yours, make me your puppy~"
That cruel smirk that he loves and hates and fears and adores spreads across your face, promising pain and pleasure and things beyond his wildest dreams.
"Oh I will, puppy." You fingers press hard against his clit, shoving the toy so deep inside him he gasps, unable to comprehend the small bulge it creates on his tummy.
Your fingers touch it in lustful fascination, voice growing low and gravelly. “Cum.”
And for the however many times it's been today, his vision goes white as he spasms around it, mewling quietly, as you force his face to look at his reflection once more, demanding that he watch himself fall apart.
And then for the however many times it's been today you continue without a hitch, kissing over his neck and whispering: "one more for me puppy." once again.
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How the f did my hair grow this long?
I'm lazy and don't like change. My autistic ass can't stand too many products. No perfume, scents, colors or harsh chemicals. Recently I just use the body shower gel soap thing for even my hair and nothing else. I stopped using conditioner bc that little it may help I don't have energy for this extra step and waste plastic bottles. Fuck that.
Also I don't wash my hair that often. Like every 7 to 10 days maybe. I even forget to brush it for days. The less I do to my hair the less damage it gets and less breakage. It's that easy.
Stop buying expensive hair care shit. It's not needed. Hair is dead material anyway so why use it there? One good bottle of shower gel with no perfume, colors or harsh chemicals (looking at you sodium laureth sulfate shit).
The less ingredients the better. Just wash the scalp a few times - about 3 times - until it feels nice and clean. The lengths get clean by themselves when you rise the shit out. Don't waste soap on these.
Sometimes when I feel fancy I use simple vegetable oil for the very end of my hair to make is less dry and straw like. Makes it a little easier to brush the whole thing too.
Oh and don't use heat on your hair. Let it air dry if possible or just a little warm hair dryer. I almost never style my hair, always the same ponytail and black silk hair protector thing during day and night which keeps it nice and works great as scarf too.
It's simple just leave your hair alone and protect it so it can grow healthy and long.
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NSFW How about Adam taking dick for the first time and is kinda nervous so Adam is on top to give him more control and set the pace, reader helping him steady and when he finally takes it all, he collapsed, unintentionally squishing those hot man tits on reader face
I not only adore the idea of Adam taking Dick for the first time, I also love his fucking man tits, like give em to me, lemme squeeze em n kiss em n leave hickeys n bite marks all over the soft flesh- okay enough I'm sorry lol.
The deeper you go, the better you feel
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, anal sex
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
It was weird, despite being on top Adam felt strange, he would maybe even go as far as to say that he was feeling nervous, scared even. The first man felt open, bare and that was definitely not because he was naked - he had never had a problem with that. He also felt exposed in a non-sexual way, he felt vulnerable and he knew it showed, maybe that was because he didn’t even try to hide it, there was no reason, you’d figure it out eventually and playing with open cards while having sex had never backfired on him.
Adam’s legs were shaking as he lifted his hips up - the first man was awkwardly seated in your lap, his hips pushed upwards. You had prepared him beforehand, had made sure he had been laying down comfortably on his stomach as you had worked him open - to his surprise it had been a lot less painful than he had thought, you had some really skillful fingers. But now that he was stretched open, ready to take dick - or so he thought, at least. One of your hands reached out to grab a firm hold of his hips, not only to keep the first man in place, but also to distract his mind a little, your free hand made its way around Adam’s body, grabbing ahold of your erection while you bit back a needy moan, Adam would hear enough of that later, there was also no need to pressure him, the first man was putting enough pressure on himself. “Okay,” you said loud and clear as the tip of your dick brushed against the brunette’s entrance, the violent shudder that shot through his body made you pause for a moment, you wanted to give him some time to mentally prepare himself, Adam on the other hand seemed to have a different plan. While you were about to explain to him that he was supposed to take it slow, that you’d help guide him through it, he tore his hips away from your touch and sank down on your dick in one go. The moan that was actually a mix between a moan and a scream was loud, yet you were sure there was no real tone of pain in it. He kept sinking down, down, down, the thought of a break to get used to your dick filling him up didn’t seem to cross his mind and while your logical mind told you to stop him and slow him down, your lust clouded mind told you differently. Adam’s face was scrunched up in pleasure and a little bit of discomfort, but the main emotions on his face were lust and desire. And his body just kept eating up what Adam was feeding it.
A quiet whine fell from Adam’s lips as soon as his buttcheeks made contact with your bare thighs and the moment he was seated in your lap again, his as pressed flush against your thighs, he collapsed. His body simply seemed to give out despite Adam having different plans in mind, he fell over, his face hit the headboard of the bed - not hard though, he wasn’t in pain - and his tits were pressed against your face. A surprised moan escaped you as Adam’s body buried you underneath it but when the soft flesh of Adam’s tits were shoved against your face, you took that as your invitation to kiss them and leave hickeys all over them to mark your territory. Your teeth gazed over the pure skin that Adam continued to press against your face as he tried to steady himself. Both of your hands were grabbing his waist and you thrust your hips upwards, it wasn’t a harsh movement, it was the most gentle thrust you could offer and yet that seemed to fuck Adam over even more. A groan fell from his lips, in his voice not the slightest hint of pain which either meant he hid it - that you doubted - or that he was truly starting to enjoy himself. “You okay, big guy?” you asked quietly as you squeezed his waist teasingly, earning yourself yet another soft moan from the first man, your answer was a quiet hum in agreement, he was out of words, that was obvious. “You need a break?” That made him raise his head from the headboard immediately, he wanted to push his body back in order to look down at you but before he was able to fully do so, you sucked his nipple between your lips and eventually fully inside your mouth, causing the brunette on top of you to crumble down yet again. This time he was able to catch himself before his face smashed against the headboard again though. “Fuck no, keep- shit,” he wriggled his hips a little, trying to adjust himself on top of you. A break would kill him, a break he couldn’t take. Adam whimpered as he lifted his hips upwards a little, before he sunk down again, his juicy tits were still pressed against your face as he moved himself up and down on your dick. He felt so overwhelmingly full, so stuffed and he knew he wanted more, wanted that feeling to last. Because in the beginning it had felt strange, new and sort of uncomfortable, but now that his body was getting used to the feeling he craved more, so fucking much more.
And while Adam fucked himself up and down your dick, you had the most perfect task that kept your mouth and your mind busy. The nipple that you had sucked on to tease him and keep the brunette into place slipped away from your lips and you gently bit down on the soft flesh next to it, careful not to hurt him seriously but firm enough to make it sting a little. “Shit- fuck- do that-” the man on top of you was out of breath already and from experience you knew, it wasn’t because the movements were too exhausting to perform. It was because there was simply no feeling that was comparable to being filled up by your lover’s dick, it surely was absolutely breathtaking. And when Adam started to beg, when his walls finally crumbled down into little pieces and he let his guard down to fully enjoy himself, you knew this would forever be his first time taking dick, but not the last time.
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those Instagram and tiktok Stans are annoying bc a key part of tomlore is he is soooo messy about Zendaya.
It’s not my business bc she’s a private citizen, but I’d like to know his lore from the end of his long term high school relationship. How much did it have to do w distance vs. his impending celebrity vs. Zendaya
1. Like dating his coworker when he’s the lead of the movie and he knows he has to make 2 more and don’t live in the same country is CRAZY.
2. Dumping her bc they couldn’t find a career balance then immediately being spotted with a childhood family friend is CRAZY (why did it have to be his moms best friends daughter???).
3. He’s also rumored to be flying in an incredibly beautiful professional golfer (that’s now in the best f1 relationship); this one is not crazy I just believe the rumor.
4. What I would’ve done to be in the city of Cleveland in fall of 2019. CLEVELAND. He also followed his next gf during this time.
5. his ex - from the big movie franchise, is spotted with her new man going on the same dates the two of them went on together, so he freaks out and panic commits to his next gf
6. Less than 3 weeks into the new relationship he’s LIVING with his new gf
7. Posts new girlfriend hard launching. ONE day later his ex gets nominated for a big award. He reaches out. She likes his next Instagram post. He posts the new girlfriend again (as reassurance??). Less than a week later his new girlfriends mom unfollows him. The upcoming weeks his new girlfriend posts on Instagram like she’s single.
i thought i was going to be annoyed by this long "let me explain the history" ask but you had me laughing tears, tom was so messy, like you cannot tell me that man didn't see Zendaya at the audtion and was like "whelp it's her or no one i guess", that man has been in love with her for 8 years and i'm glad it's worked out for them for both their sanities
(dumping Z sounds so harsh lol as if it didnt take months for them to disentangle smh)
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JO Paris, 22.03.24
Gig report! Compiled this morning in the car to Antwerp with help form @zadig-fate and @yoda-bor 💛 I recorded everything except Katrina (bc my camera app crashed in the middle), so I'll upload this once I'm at a place with stable wifi again :D
all my buses were delayed so I power walked to the train station. Then that train was delayed so I almost missed my Eurostar. Then my Eurostar was also delayed. "That's what I call a Deutsche Bahn special, actually." – Kris ("when your first train is late but then it's okay because the second train is also delayed")
so many people I knew in the queue. From Helsinki. From London last year. From Utrecht. 😊💛
when I grabbed my number, Jan and Nace returned to the venue (and they were so pretty in daylight and in person)
Nace said hi as they walked past 😊
their postures??? Nace has definitely worked on his posture, meanwhile Jan appears so slim and small. It's wild.
Jan and Jure returned to the venue together, looking… Pissed is too harsh a word, but frowning? So we first kinda thought they were actually pissed off. But then Nace showed up a minute later, his usual sunny self, and was immediately accosted by fans. So. I assume it was less "pissed off" and more "do not approach" (and it worked)
soundcheck was Gola and Vem da greš, which we could hear every time they opened the doors (this was my last general access gig. It's EA from here on out, baby!)
Kris and I had decided to go on the balcony and got spots right next to the sound booth, where we were joined by @thisismyobsessionnow 🫶
it was warm but the sound was really good (duh)
also we had nice cushy seats like the old people we are 😂
first opener was a duo of brothers made up of discount Jure and Käärijä if he was French. Discount!Jure had a nice chest (Jure at home)
their music was eh, the lyrics cringe
Kris says they spoke french but I spent most of their set on tumblr/discord so I wasn't listening, but it was a Choice since pretty much none from the EA crowd spoke French
speaking of EA, there were allegedly 60 EA tickets though I saw numbers up to 62 (500 people venue)
JC Stewart was fun
he was told he looked French prime minister. He got confused by president vs prime minister but he also got kinda flustered. He was shown a pic and was "oh yeah, I see it"
we got Katrina opener
Nace. Jfc.
the venue was super hot so I tried to appreciate the fit while he had it on in full – white buttoned shirt with a sweater vest over it and a proper tie and glasses, going for the full teacher look except hot???
I still spent a good chunk of the gig looking at Jure though. The elevated balcony spot gave ussuch a nice view of him
Bojan was smiley and sounded way less congested than in Utrecht (maybe he's on the mend?)
Kris on the other hand was sipping tea on stage. In particular very sassily during Demoni
Kris had guitar problems at the beginning of Šta bih ja and went to Kiki to get it fixed but Bojan didn't see and so was actually worried for a moment that Kris had gotten sick off-stage. Kris was adorable in reassuring him that he was fine
they were all so mobile again
og demoni scream. In the middle. Might have been Bojan letting out his anxiety over Kris having disappeared from stage
"Kris, honey" and then that moment. What in the BoKris was that. I just turned to Kris and said that out loud bc what the fuck
There was a sizeable crowd of Slovenians in the audience and Bojan was delighted
fairly even split in the crowd for French vs foreigners, though the French were louder in yelling
the most hilarious to me moment: Bojan did his spiel about "who here experiences panic attacks?" And the crowd cheered, and he was like "yay! Panic attacks! It's me!" And Kris next to me went "I'm the problem, it's me," and literally on the last syllable, Bojan started saying the exact same thing. One brain cell. Or maybe he has the stream on his in-ears
Barve oceana 🫶🫶💛💛
according to Astrid, I looked ridiculously happy (I was ridiculously happy)
best galaxy of me version tonight. I still don't like it though 😂 it's gonna be my metulji 😂
Bojan went into the crowd for Umazane misli
it's so fun to watch from above
Vita was his trusty shadow and also a beacon of light to spot Bojan with
this time I don't think they forgot her in the crowd
Bojan made the balcony sing while he was still in the crowd. But it was mostly just Kris, Madeleine, and me, at least on the bleachers/seated part. We still gave our best 😂
Carpe Diem was not part of their "encore" but came before
no Tokio :( might be the first show without it?
fucking Novi val
the way Jure jumped up and sprinted to trade a drumstick for a baguette, it was so hilarious
he was so happy, and he first made fun of Nace for being unable to eat it
he shared it with Jan
Jan got chocolate and they put it into the baguette and then shared it.
Jure let everyone else also take a bite, including Bojan who was ostensibly singing
Nace bottle feeding Kris. What the fuck. Can someone make sure they still don't know about AO3?
no Umazane shenanigans even though Jan and Nace had talked right before it so I'd been hopeful
so many um versions in other langauges. It wasn't the longest rendition, but we also
when Bojan said we'd get the original Slovene version, I thought it would be the one he made up on the spot when they went on stage to play it all the way back? When they were babies. So it was a small disappointment when it was just the regular Slovene version 😂
Bojan asked the Slovenians if they were able to tell that they weren't playing at home and they said no and Bojan was so so delighted
he's also given the mic to people in the audience outside of Umazane misli (ne bi smel and plastika, I want to say)
he sang galaxy of me with a guy from the front row (Josh?)
not a lot of Jance, possibly because they were looking after Kris?
still a lot of eye contact
or maybe it was the fact that they apparently were out in Paris together in the afternoon 😏
my phone was so hot by the end (and I have 4gb left of memory)
after the gig I couldn't find my hat so I was worried I'd left it, so I went back in. Which was how I got JC and Vita to sign my gig memory book
I had forgotten about wanting to grab Vita's signature so if Astrid hadn't reminded me, I would have missed out
the boys got JC Stewart sick, he said his voice was going
It was raining so the boys ran out of the venue towards a van while we cheered. Bojan took a group selfie
Jan and Jure left first with the crew in that van so we assume that the others took a second car
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It's honestly bonkers to me how much tristamp changes Thematically about the story, like every driving factor for the characters/overall story is so completely different in a way that I'm like...unsure if I've ever seen an adaptation Do. I know ppl like to say like, oh it's actually a pretty faithful adaptation bc it references xyz little manga thing, and. Nah man. The same Things can happen and characters can have more or less the same Deal and Traits but if their motivations are different it's still going to be a completely different story.
Like, okay, take the GHGs- in trimax, they're a ragtag group working with Knives (mostly, rip midvalley lol) by choice all with their own reasons, and they're all outcasts of some kind as well. This meshes with the overall theme of this world being a harsh one that is unforgiving to outcasts, and how violence is the easiest way to take that power back (also backed up by Vash's pacifism leaving him riddled with scars). Meanwhile in tristamp the GHGs are all human experiments made by Knives and forced to go after Vash. In this story, he is someone who takes what was done to him and does it to others, and uses this to get what he wants- he does it to the humans he employs and he does it to the dependent plants at the end of the season. Meanwhile, trimax Knives makes alliances (however uneven and uneasy) with both humans (GHGs) and plants (he doesnt force the plants to fuse with him, he asks for their help) . These are!! COMPLETELY DIFFERENT CHARACTERS
Vash is cold as a child (and this is what keeps him from ending up like Knives) and is as powerful if not more powerful than Knives in trimax, whereas in Tristamp he's an underdog immediately who doesn't live up to the expectations of his species and is drawn to humanity through that. Livios story in the manga is about being failed so repeatedly that a Murder Cult is his best option, whereas in tristamp it's about trying to protect and preserve the family he's found for himself. Elendira goes from being a trusted and powerful ally of Knives who is again, like all of the GHGs, a notable outcast (her transness is commented on many times much to her dismay) to ....a manifestation of Knives obsession with his trauma as a recreation of Tesla. They all have the same names and same concepts going into them but are fundentally so deeply different because of what their stories are About
And I'm not trying to say "tristamp is BAD because it's DIFFERENT". I'm sure u can infer i have a Preference here but what I'm trying to say is, these are apples and oranges that are both called oranges, and if you bite into both of them expecting them both to be oranges you will be disappointed (haha orange joke, haha apple jo-) I've seen a lot of people try to read/interpet Trimax through the lens of Tristamp and come out confused or just....wrong??? About a lot of things, or decide the issues they're facing w it are because Nightow is, idk, a bad author or something (stop this please i beg). If you really want to analyze these stories you truly cannot do it from within the framework of the other
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omgomgomg would u wanna fully write that bc itd be so good bc ur writings REALLY GOOD AND GUJFKGK KGKS
omg stop thank you sm you sweetheart!!!!! im working on finishing halloweenie blurbs and silk & rope pt 3 so I won’t do an entire one shot butttttttt I’ll give u this hehe
CWs: harry being a mean dom, slight daddy kink, dumbification
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His arm is tight around her waist as he guides — or pulls, rather — her in the direction of the bathroom. She knows she’s in for it now, and a tiny part of her starts to regret it. In the grand scheme of things, she understands why he rejected her back at his place, but it's hard not to feel forgotten about sometimes. His work is so important, he runs an entire company and is responsible for hundreds of employees — she gets it, she really does, but she's also a brat and Harry knew what he was signing up for when they started dating.
And that's certainly apparent in the way he immediately locks the door behind them and pushes her up against the wood, a soft gasp leaving her lips at his quick and sudden movements.
"Do you think this is funny?" he hisses, parting her thighs with the thick of his own, "Going around and embarrassing me because I wouldn't give you my cock?"
"N-no." she answers, a shameful flush warming her body.
"You're such a greedy slut, you know that?" he asks as he fists a handful of her hair, pulling at it. "I fuck you dumb nearly every day and the one time I say no, you walk around like a lost puppy, flirting with the people I hired."
"I-I'm sorry," she musters out, swallowing harshly at the bite of pain at her skull, "I didn't mean it, wasn't thinking— I just wanted you daddy, so bad."
"So you wait until we get home. Didn't you learn your lesson weeks ago, when I spanked your bottom raw and left your pussy pulsing around nothing?"
She shudders as she thinks back to her last punishment that came as a result of a similar situation. He'd issued harsh spanks to her ass and worked her up just until she was about to cum, only to leave her high and dry for another two days. It was borderline torture.
"I'm sorry." she repeats quietly, this time more purposefully.
"I'm sure," Harry mutters, releasing her hair and taking a step back from her. The only evidence that any of this is just for play is the raging hard-on hiding in his pants. He pauses to fix his waistband, tucking his cock so it's less noticeable. "I want you to go back out there and be the perfect girl that I know you are — hang off my arm, laugh at their stupid jokes, do what you know — and when we're done, I'll take you home and we'll talk more about this."
She nods firmly. Just as she's about to turn to unlock the door, Harry stops her, slamming his palm flat against it. Wordlessly, he lifts the fabric of her dress and plucks at the thong she's wearing, removing it from her hips and pushing the material down her legs.
"These are mine now," he says, stuffing them into his back pocket, "Keep being a dirty little slut and everyone will know by the way your thighs stick. Can fuckin' smell it off you."
With that, he swings the bathroom door open, leaving her embarrassed and even more turned on.
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in the mood for love // neil lewis x reader
To accept that life is not David Lynch's magnificent "Blue Velvet", or much less Billy Wilder's "Double Indemnity", was not an easy thing for a man like Neil Lewis, who adored nothing more than to vicariously live through the screen time of the 50's Hollywood heartthrobs that starred as his favourite characters.
So, in the event that a Rohmerian woman whose quirk could even be seen through her yellow lens Godard-ish sunglasses, Neil found it to be an offer he couldn't refuse.
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Cross-posted on AO3
A.N: i actually never finished watching the detectives bc i was honestly not a fan of the plot so bare with me lol, i was only too in love w cill and lucy liu's characters but the movie itself kinda disappointed me
also, yes i made them fans of MY favorite movies, arrest me.
The sound of intense tapping of nails on the counter, crowded by a disastrous attempt at organising countless VHS tapes scattered all over it, caused the plastic of the films to rattle as the table vibrated. Neil's tired eyes rolled upwards to catch a glimpse of the face before him, a slight frown drawn between her eyebrows and an intensely inquisitive stare which hardly helped him to decipher what exactly she wanted that actually merited bothering him.
The harsh placement of the VHS on his desk caused him to grit his teeth, it felt almost imperative, and it ached him to see his most prized possessions be mistreated. His eyes drifted back up to her, the yellow-tinted lens of her sunglasses still didn't stop him from finding them oddly familiar. Scanning to the rest of her clothes as if he wanted to glimpse her personality based on her looks, he felt like a detective. The black minidress on her body was rather loose, and the sleeves ended close to the start of her wrists, as if it was too short for her arms. It seemed like an intentional fashion choice, despite how unflattering it looked to him. The dress hugged her waist in the centre, with a peculiar silver belt he'd only see in the outfit of a woman in a nouvelle vague film. In fact, her entire style seemed to be the one of a sixties Parisian flâneur, as if she was ruthlessly trying to imitate Anna Karina. Over the turtleneck that culminated her dress, a thin, long golden chain that went as low as her belt had a large and round golden pendant hanging from it.
But as soon as she spoke he was disappointed to find no thick, sexy french accent, but rather an ordinary speech, almost too friendly and passive to be attractive. His eyes drifted down to the VHS on his desk; while he expected Vivre Sa Vie, le Bonheur or Pierrot le Fou, there was no La Collectionneuse on his desk, but rather the most unexpected of outcomes.
Jane Birkin would never rent a chick-flick, Neil thought.
The membership she handed did not belong to her, it was that of a man's, an old one too, judging by his name.
"Alright, that will be eight dollars."
"Jeez, eight?"
"Eight."
"You do know the other rental charges only five, right?"
"I was not aware, thank you." Not only was she of poor taste, but also quite irritating. Even though he refrained from explaining how being a smaller business practically obliged him to charge more to make an actual profit, it was before he could begin to explain the late fees that she snatched the VHS from his hand.
"I'm actually going to keep looking." And just like that, she turned and began to walk slightly bent over, looking at the orange labels that hung on the shelves. Curiosity consumed him, and he also felt it his duty as the owner of the videoclub to assist his customers in making a choice.
"Are you looking for something in particular?"
"Well... What do you have with Robert De Niro?" Neil's eyes suddenly lit up, as if her personality had a chance at salvation the moment those words came out of her mouth.
"Most of his works, there's his classics like Goodfellas, Taxi Driver... I even have Heat if you're looking for something more thrilling."
"Heat?"
"Heat is one of the most critically acclaimed nineties crime dramas. It also stars Al Pacino, it's this kinda' cop and criminal trope but so realistically achieved, even the sound of firearms is claimed to be one of the most realistic in the history of film-"
"I'll just take that one." The tip of her finger slowly grazed his as she gently took the Heat VHS from his hands, a friendly awkward grin displaying discomfort. "It's just for my dad."
"Oh... Sixteen Candles' for you I guess." A soft nasal laugh left her body as her head tilted down, shaking in denial.
"No, that's for my dad too." Ok, weird, but by then she had undeniably picked his curiosity.
"Nothing for you then?"
"I prefer a cheaper rental, this is my dad's membership." As if he couldn't see for himself that such a name would never belong to her, it could only be that of an old geezer who he still struggled to recognise even though he was a member. And even though she intended to make a subtle comment, it did not come off that way.
"Oh yeah? And what do you rent in the cheaper club?" Media Giant could have a wider offer and lower prices, but Neil assumed it wasn't a real loss if the clientele consisted of girls like her.
"I like French movies, Harmony Korine, seventies giallos... Why, you want me to rent them from you instead?" While her first pick was particularly predictable, Italian giallos were a genre he was interested in exploring, and of which he hardly had any in his extensive collection. Neil shrugged almost dramatically, trying to incite her to take yet another pick.
"It wouldn't hurt your dad. Except for the giallo part, ‘can't help you there."
"You mean you have no giallos here?" His face deformed into an awkward pout, as if he'd been defeated in his own ground. "You look like the type of guy to own them on Criterion."
"I don't think so, no." By that point, the humiliation of her light cackle upsetted and confused him even further, returning her change as she piled up the tapes.
"If you ever want to watch a good Dario Argento movie, you let me know when I return you these." And marking her goodbye with a soft grin that slightly lifted the sunglasses that rested above her cheeks, Neil was taken aback beyond speech. Was it a date? Was she joking? He couldn't quite understand, and so couldn't come up with a proper response.
But seven days passed before she returned, and he would have to charge her the late fees that added to the sixteen dollars. However, in the course of those five days Neil hardly remembered her, briefly making a comment about it to his friends. Neil was not the type of man to stress easily, and he was exercising his peace that particular afternoon as he watched the director's cut of Psycho, to him a movie that truly never got old. He snacked on the couch in a slobby posture, his limbs spread over it without a care about presentation. It was not the type of day for him to expect too many customers, and it was too hot to go outside anyway. Hardly did he ever struggle to find an excuse to stay in anyway, so when he heard the doorknob pushed down his expression shifted into a displeased grimace. His eyes peered over the backrest, displeased to find that someone had indeed come in.
As he got up and stretched, mindfully appearing to be homeless, he caught a glimpse of her again. Her head was tilted and on her hands were the two tapes she had borrowed. He was surprised to have even forgotten that he'd rented her the films, usually being more attentive about what went in and out of his club. Probably the bizarre interaction had caused him to forget. That time she wore a tiny pair of black shorts with black stockings up the knees and also black, sharp-pointed flats. The usual thick, high-waisted belt accompanied a loose sage blouse, which was accessorised with elongated collars of various unique beads, and the peculiar yellow-tinted shades. Not that Neil cared at all about fashion, nor did he understand it, but he assumed she was going for chic.
"Sorry for not coming by sooner, hope you didn't miss these." She placed the tapes on the counter and quickly began looking through her pockets for the money she assumed she'd have to pay for being two days late. Before he could tell her how much extra she owed, she placed the four dollars on top of the movies.
"How'd you know how much..." Neil's finger drew a circle above the tapes and the money, as if she was some sort of genie or simply gambling with how much he'd charge compared to his prime competitor.
"My dad." She quickly interrupted, offering him her usual small grin of politeness before making her way out. Yet by that point Neil wasn't oblivious to her previous invitation, overwhelmed by the curiosity her strange looks provoked him.
"Is... the offer for that Dario Argento still up?" He could tell she was smiling through the way her cheeks lifted, visible from behind, and the way her voice sounded. When people smile and talk, their voice accommodates to the wider lips and sound friendlier.
"Glad you asked."
It was by that point that the old-Hollywood mystery enthusiast Neil and the French new-wave, foreign murder-thriller enjoyer Y/N frequented each other in what consisted of visits to the Gumshoe Video and her place. In contrast to his original impression of her, she was quite the film collector, owning a perfect shrine that ranged from art house Kino Lorber films to a wide range of classics on Criterion. She was truly well stocked. The only thing obvious to him from the start was that she was a great enthusiast of foreign films, something she even gave away in the unique way she dressed.
She was also an occasional actress, kindly starring in the indie projects of some of her film geek friends, many who shockingly knew Neil as well. It was natural for them to have so many people in common, especially because people with mutual interests were bound to come across each other in such a small town, however he was surprised to not have seen her previously roaming around or in any of his friends' films. She had a look that just gave away she'd be into acting, the role of a muse seemed to fit her character perfectly.
Because of this, as soon as Neil began to grow an interest in impressing her, she was surprised to hear he wanted to try and film an experimental short, try his luck at producing something beyond an advertising trailer for his videoclub, something more artistic.
Obviously he invited her to star in it, and even though he'd expected her to jump in his arms in excitement, never did she show herself to be shocked or taken aback by any of the bizarre propositions he had in mind. Neil wasn't very knowledgeable or even interested in the world that existed beneath experimental indie films, but she seemed to be willing to comply with the various shots of strange ideas he sketched frantically in strangely-drawn frames.
When it was finally time to shoot, it was clear that the whole tape would be very rudimentary, using the 35mm film gauge she had offered to lend him, demanding that he treat her camera with extreme care.
Despite Neil's attempts of disclosing what exactly he had in mind, rough sketches were clearly not enough, as the minute they began to shoot and the scenes began to come to life, it became too clear to her that Neil just wanted to see her naked, behaving like a conceited filmographer in poor attempts of masking his amateurism. It was hard to imagine senior film-makers like Jean-Luc Godard, especially the favourites of Y/N, and the thousands of breast and butt-naked women takes they had witnessed being filmed in their lifetime. Neil found it hard to imagine them behaving with naturality, but then again he assumed it was the only way to behave if they were actually in search of pristine shots.
"You don't seem to be taking this too seriously." She finally scolded, her forearm hugging her chest to cover her breasts once Neil cut the cameras.
"What do you mean? I'm directing here."
"You're wasting film in countless shots of my tits, what message are you trying to convey?" Interrogation was not on his plans, especially because Neil expected artistic and abstract film to not be questioned, but rather merely interpreted.
"It's about... the beauty of the raw human body." His tone didn't project confidence, and Y/N could tell he was feeding her bull-shit.
"Okay, then I'll film you too."
"Sorry, what?"
"It's not the human body if you also don't see the male." He didn't seem too convinced, obviously it was far more amusing to simply watch than to have to partake. "You and all these film-makers are so open minded when it comes to seeing women, but there's still a taboo for the male body." Neil couldn't find in him the interest to follow her idea. Obviously she had a valid point, but he was never the type to pay attention to the underlying message behind highly interpretable films, rather driven to puzzling movies where connecting the dots until the end was the reason to get his brain working.
However, how could he disagree? By that point it couldn't get more intimate than that, and a sudden high of confidence invaded him and prompted him to begin to undress himself. He began by his shirt, clumsily taking it off and visibly embarrassed. As he begins to rid himself from his pants and underwear, feeling the lens of the camera stare at him probingly, the desire to turn back strikes him to his core. He finally stands there, exposed and naked. He tries to look defiant and confident, but he's achingly vulnerable.
The camera is delighted with his expressions, and his body is posed like he wants to bend inwards and disappear into the air, but just when the filming of his most exposed self seems to never end, the camera lowers and his eyes meet with hers, and her own naked body too.
The naturality with which she accepted being in the spotlight seemed to indicate it was not the first time she filmed something of the sort, and Neil began to wonder who exactly had been gifted with pioneering in such a scene. He, on the other hand, was awkward and hardly artistic, his skinny body and shaky blue eyes screaming how out of place he felt.
"Do you think that's good enough?"
"Yes, I can't keep lending you more film anyway."
"That was... something." As she sat on the floor naked, her back arched sideways and her legs to her left as her arm supported the body, displaying total relaxation. Meanwhile, he couldn't wait for her permission to get back dressed, staring at her clothes as he waited for her to pick them up and imply she could do the same.
"It's a great thing when you realise you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about."
"American Beauty?"
"Yes." In a way, the scene did share odd similarities to the American classic. The filming of odd, regular things and their naked bodies, Neil was bound to expect what would come next would follow as in the movie. He slowly crouched and sat before her, the two sharing brief stares that felt like a lifetime. Her gaze was soft and mellow, contagiously transmitting her tranquillity to his own as he pondered on whether to make a move or not.
By that point it was obvious they were not going to leave that room without something happening before, but the decision of who would initiate the contact seemed to be difficult as the longest minute of their lives passed by them.
So when she finally accommodated her posture and began to lean closer to him, he crawled her way progressing from soft and careful movements to pounding her against the floor. The sound of bone against the wooden floor caused them both to wince, her face wrinkling in a frown of pain. It was before she could hold her head to stroke herself that his own hand slid down from her temple to the back of her head, holding her up to finally kiss her.
The kiss was long, and the sound of their lips engaging in humid contact as their tongues went in and out of each other's mouth echoed across the empty room, Neil's free hand travelling from her navel to her breast as her arms wrapped around his slender body. Her legs followed the motion, soon making her look like she hung from him, clinged to his back as he arched to reach closer to her. Her gaze ogled from the corner of her eye in search of the camera as her arm reached out, finally being released from his grip to set up and continue to film themselves, a prime example of human beauty in its most raw expression.
Needless to say that beyond physical pleasure, it was an intellectual disappointment for the two that despite their love for film, they still couldn't make sex look and feel like a scene from Body Heat, sexiness was greatly rehearsed after all.
this sucks ass i just wanted to write filmbro cillian murphy and yap about my favorite movies tbhngl
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Do You Still Love me darling?
Ghiaccio x female reader w fem anatomy NSFW CONTENT MDNI 🔞 (I love him so much the lack of soft smut for him is concerning... although i do re read the smuts w him being rough tbh
Warnings: NSFW content , implications of CNC kink, makeup sex,overstimulation,CREAMPIE KIDS PLS STAY SAFE, some car sex, Ghiaccio neglecting reader bc of La Squadra, pussy fingering/ eating, , mating press ,praising and a bit of degrading, missionary, makeup sex, squirting, aftercare ,SOFT GHIACCIO😫, reader is wearing a skirt( sorry for the ones who don't ) and more things which i prolly forgot to add
🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞
You loved your boyfriend lots.You respected his space, and put up with his rants everytime. Both of you were part of La Squadra, which left both of you stressed with work.
Yours and Ghiaccio's relationship mostly included of Ghiaccio coming back from a stressfull mission and him barging in your shared room to fuck you till you couldn't walk, which you loved as you were okay with that.
But...
Ghiaccio had been neglecting your needs lately.
It seemed as if he didn't care about your orgasms and pleasure as he quickly pulled out and left to do something else once he finished.
Like nothing at all.No aftercare and not even a kiss!
You didn't know what to do, all you could do the past few days was to lay on your bed and think if Ghiaccio loved you. You were exhausted of him treating you like some fling.
To your luck, Rissotto, had paired you up with you blue-haired boyfriend.
The car ride back home was quiet, with you and your legs facing towards your door and arms crossed.
Your boyfriend could sense something was wrong from his peripheral vision as he drove.
"What's wrong?" Ghiaccio asked semi annoyed but still with a softer tone.
"Nothing" you answered quickly, still looking away.
"Will you please tell me what's wrong" He said slightly more harshly.
"Do you still love me Ghiaccio"? You asked quickly before feeling a knot on your chest swell up.
Quietness filled the ambience, all that could be heard was the sound of Ghiaccio's car along with other cars on the road.
"What the fuck do you mean if I love you? why are you even wondering about it?" Your boyfriend asked calmly yet a bit angrily due to the question as he slowed down on the road.
"Ghiaccio, you have been spending less time with me lately, when we do spend time together We just fuck, and even when we do fuck, you cum and leave me with no orgasm and no aftercare. I understand that you're busier but it's making me feel unloved and upset" you told him as you faced his way currently.
Ghiaccio stayed quiet, it was rare to see him so quiet as he would usually shout back or just respond.
"I've been neglecting you and making you feel unloved?" He said
"Yes.. Ghiaccio" You said almost in a whisper
"I'm sorry... I promise that I love you cara, I don't know what has taken over me , I promised myself to always not be.. you know too harsh with you, I really do apologize for being an asshole" Ghiaccio said as he adjusted the frames of his glasses before parking in some random spot on the side of the road.
"It's okay.. although I do wish you could've figured it out on your own" You said with a sigh
Next thing, Ghiaccio softly grabbed your chin before pulling you in for a slow yet desperate kiss.
"I'll make sure to be more observant with you next.. I love you" Ghiaccio said before kissing you deeply once more.
You kissed back happily as you ran your fingers through his hair softly, before accidentally moaning slightly into the kiss causing you to pull away from the kiss embarrasingly
Ghiaccio chuckled slightly as he started softly running his fingers across your thigh and grabbing your inner thigh, massaging it enough for you to get wet and let out a sigh of pleasure.
"Oh and about all those orgasms I didn't give you.. let me make it up to you, Ok mi bellisima troia? ( my beautiful slut )" Ghiaccio said as he started rubbing circles on your clothed clit as he slowly kissed your neck.
All you could do was nod and release a soft moan from your boyfriend pleasuring you.
After moving your panties to your side, Ghiaccio motioned for you to get on the backseat of his car. After doing so he placed himself between your legs, placing soft kisses on both of your thighs.
"Mmm let me eat that pretty pussy of yours okay?" Ghiaccio said
Before you could answer, Ghiaccio was already licking across your slit which earned a whine from you.
"F- fuck Ghiaccio" you said weakly as you ran your fingers through his hair as he slowly twirled his tounge on your swollen aching clit.
"Shit cara.. how did I allow my selfishness to get in the way of me and that pretty cunt of yours Hai un sapore così buono ( you taste so good )"
"Ghia! it feels so good! you moaned loudly as you started grinding on his face while he licked all of your cunt not leaving one part untouched by his lips.
"Such a pretty needy thing" Your boyfriend teased as he inserted two of his fingers inside of your soaking pussy.
Your boyfriend sucking on your clit all while he hit that right spot in your pussy with his long slender fingers and him groaning into your pussy was too much.
Feeling the pressure building in your core all you could do was sob and trash in your boyfriend's car before your orgasm hit you.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you squirted on your boyfriends face and moaned loudly.
Before being able to fully finish your first orgasm, you could feel the tip of your boyfriend's cock line up the entrance of your overstimulated cunt.
"Ghia, It's too much" you say with a whine as he slowly pushes himself in, fuck his cock was huge and your pussy was fluttering around it, it was embarrassing how needy you were for your boyfriend.
"Shhhh amore, Remember I told you I would makeup for those orgasms I didn't give you right?" Your boyfriend said as he grabbed one of your tits and started playing with it as he pulled you in for another makeout session.
That makeout session was ended when your boyfriend fully pushed his cock and started slowly thrusting in your pussy, which was making loud squelching noises which made you cover your face in embarrasment.
"Don't cover your face bella, don't hide how good my cock makes you feel" Ghiaccio said before pinning your hands above your head, exposing you completely.
Ghiaccio started sliding his cock in and out your soaking pussy, slowly but each time with a sastifying force which made your blood rush to your cheeks and the pressure on your core increase. With every thrust he hit that one delicious spot which was now overstimulated but still welcoming his cock in as it throbbed and fluttered around it.
"Bella I wanna try something that I know will make you feel good my bellisima troia" Ghiaccio said before pushing both of your knees till they hit your chest in a mating press.
"Fuck don't think I can be gentle any longer my pretty troia" Ghiaccio said before theusting in and out of you at an animalistic way which made you see starts and go your thinking go away.
All you could focus on was how he rubbed your pretty clit and how his cock was made perfectly for your pussy as it hit every spot perfectly.
Ghiaccio couldn't help his cock from throbbing with the way your pussy squeezed around his cock, your face contorted with such beautiful erotic expressions, and you moaning out his name was all it needed for him to rub on your clit faster causing you to gush around his cock once more as he creampied your pretty pussy.
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"Here is a blanket, it's cold" Ghiaccio said as he brought you on top of his chest , wrapping the blanket around you as he kissed your forehead.
"Once again i'm sorry for how I acted with you amore" He said as he wrapped his arms around you.
"It's okay Ghia" you said with a giggle.
HEY GUYS IM BACK!!! SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING TYSM FOR READING MWAH MWAH
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Her calling au (idk why most my thoghts come this late, I'm trying so hard to spell bc i dont have auto correct)
While plucking at a guitar, Juleka asks Corporal if they can sing and they just shake their head no. Their both sitting on the roof of the boat (is that possible? Its possible in my head). Corporal is crisscross inches from the edge and Juleka has her legs dangling off the edge. She nods a lil and asks if they play. Once again they shake their head no.
"Here."
They looked up at her confused as she pushed the instrument into their hands.
"H-" Their voice was harsh on their own ears from disuse. Still, they looked to her and asked, "How..?"
"Just pluck anything." Juleka shifted closer, watching them glance between their fingers in confusion.
Their first pluck was loud and unsteady, the next less so and so on untill they settled on a waltz-like rhythm bouncing between the two middle strings. They weren't sure how the other hand worked so the stayed with open strings.
Juleka chuckled, causing them to stop and look up. They weren't sure what happened but she smiled and whisper a small encouragement. If they didn't notice her get closer earlier, they did now. They continued their lil beat and Juleka hummed along with a melody they almost recognized.
(I just realized i still gotta shower and already typed this out so I cant come back later but you know the song 'rises the moon', thats what imm thing Juleka humms cause in my head it fits. I haven't written anything other than essays in months so this is the best i could force out of my brain at midnight. Gnight/mornin)
Chloe pre using the miraculous will always have lost dog energy
she's doing her best and the fact that juleka is there helps more than you'd think
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Ok ok, so imagine, your a spider person on a mission with Miguel, and you’re trying to glean some info from a big gang lord, like, let’s say someone like Kingpin, and just as you’re about to leave with a copy of the goober with the info on it, you hear someone coming (since you would have a spider sense and he doesn’t) and you shove him into the tiny utilities closet and follow after him. But because you shoved him so suddenly and the closet is so tiny and he’s so *Big*, you’re struggling to find a comfortable enough spot, so you keep wriggling and shifting trying to get comfortable and he’s hissing at you to stop moving, and you ignore him, obvs, bc “It’s not my fault you’re absolutely huge” and so you keep trying to find your spot when he suddenly places a hand on your hip, squeezing it tightly as he hisses through clenched teeth in a strained voice “Stop moving” and you’re about to turn to see what’s wrong when you feel the reason for why he wants you to stop moving against you🫣
~Love, Evie
I'm so sorry this took so long! This prompt is so *chef's kiss* Thank you, Evie!!
Your head perked up.
Nervous eyes traveled left, face following as you tried to glean any idea as to how screwed you would be and when.
Three, men probably, six meters down the hallway to the left.
I can work with that.
Taking a moment, you scanned the space around you, vision zeroing in on the first exit you could find. You grabbed your partner's wrist, ignoring his surprised curse as you shoved the door open before shoving Miguel inside and following after.
"What the hell?" he snarled, eyes narrowing when you actually had the gall wave off his question in a 'shut up' motion.
Voices slithered under the glowing crack, just enough for you to hear the essence of a conversation, something about a few co-workers going out for drinks later on. They grew closer and faded away just as quickly.
You nodded your head to the left, a voiceless gesture of 'told you so,' that only earned you a small huff of annoyance.
Despite Miguel's prominent dislike of your carefree persona, he always seemed to assign you as a team for jobs like this.
And, sure, while it could be irritating to believe he didn't trust in your abilities, you also weren't exactly fond of sneaking into Fisk Tower all by yourself, much less bypassing the amount of cyber security no person had a right having.
Besides, he definitely wasn't hard to look at.
But he definitely didn't need to know that.
He also didn't need to know how close the two of you were to getting caught with a big old manila folder containing important information concerning the biggest crime organization in New York.
It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the fracture of light flooding over your feet seemed to be enough.
Some kind of utilities closet, filled to the brim with cleaning supplies that didn't leave too much room for anything else, especially two fully-grown spider-people.
Boxes stacked Jenga style threatened to fall over with one shove too far towards the right. The corner of one was poking your thigh, pointed tip leaving a harsh indent in the fabric of your suit.
Shuffling around, you tore off your mask in an attempt to draw in some fresh air, watching Miguel do the same. Dark waves curled around a perfectly-sculpted face, irked features fully on display.
The slant of his eyebrows drew downward as he watched you shimmy around, attempting to find some semblance of comfort in this tiny space. "Do you know how to stay still?"
"It's not my fault you're so huge," the tip of a broom was now pushing into your lower back. "What kind of milk did you drink growing up?"
"Ha."
"I'm serious! '6'9 isn't that tall,' my ass," With a groan you shoved away the stick, just for it to fall back down and smack against your temple.
The room felt unbearably hot with his body pressed up against yours. You shifted, trying to create space between you and failing terribly.
"Stop moving," Miguel hissed through clenched teeth.
A few more complaints about your innability to stay immobile were ignored.
At least, until you felt a firm hand grabbing your hip, squeezing the skin and forcing your gaze upward. A snide remark was about to fall from your lips, stolen only away by the pure shock you felt at the object prodding into your lower abdomen.
Your breath stopped.
"I, uh-"
"Don't." Miguel ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "The last thing I want is a snarky ass comment from down there when this is your fault."
"My fault? How the fuck is this my fault?" You huffed, arms folding as your brain processed the rest of his comment. "Wait, what do you mean 'down there-'"
"Can't you just shut your mouth for a few minutes?"
His sharp tone had your eyes rolling in annoyance, mind buzzing with another unwarranted reply that came out much too quickly for you to give any thought.
"Make me."
The silence that followed was much too deafening for the small space.
Scarlet irises simmered in the darkness. They bored into yours in a way that had you silently yearning to press yourself further into the nonexistent space behind you.
His gaze traveled to your lips and your breath hitched, a shiver running down your spine as you imagined how they would feel pushed against yours.
"Let's get back."
The statement ripped you from your thoughts, eyes lowering in embarrassment while the man in front you began messing with the gadget on his wrist.
It was totally unprofessional to assume-
"Put the folder in the filing room and come straight back to my office." He glanced up from the watch to meet your gaze. "Do you understand?"
You blinked, heart beating against the walls of your chest in excitement. The bewildered expression earned a subtle smirk from his direction.
Miguel leaned down, free hand clasping the end of your chin and lifting your face in an uncharacteristic gentleness. "Got a problem with that?"
With a swallow, you shook your head. "Nope."
He pulled away and a collage of shaded colors filled the unlit room, the entryway to the Spiderverse beckoning you forward.
"Perfect."
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could u do something about stu being sweet w the reader after something making jokes but she’s being sensitive and he realises she needs sweetness from him
ofc i can!! i love stu sm, even though the oldest daughter of an immigrant household in me would fr be fighting with him every two seconds lmao
also part 5 of final girl is coming, she's just big😭 and my homework levels are insane and i don't want it to feel rushed, and these drabbles/fics are easier to get out during weeks like this!! but i'm working!
warnings: bit of toxicity tbh (expected tho lol), mentions of Billy bc they're a matching set in my mind lol, but it's brief and his role in the relationship is pretty open I think, pinch of manipulation, cheesiness lol
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Sometimes the way you care about people gets under Stu's skin, like a bug bite that he can't scratch because it's on the inside.
He doesn't hold it against you, or at the very least, he really tries not to. But sometimes, when you get like this on the behalf of other people...
Stu lets out a low sigh as he shoves his hands into his pockets. When he first realized that you had locked your window, he had briefly tried to not jump to worst case scenario. Maybe you weren't that mad, maybe the early fall draft kept blowing the window open, or maybe you were out with Sidney and Tatum. But no, the tightly shut window was intentional.
After knocking on your front door and being greeted by your mother, Stu had learned that you had just been in the kitchen, complaining about being bored.
"You're actually that mad at me?"
At the sudden intrusion, you snap your head back, the chair in front of your desk moving back slightly with the motion. Your panic lasts for less than a second and is quickly replaced by a small sigh and an eye roll.
"Stu, you nearly gave me a heart attack." It's not the first time that you've scolded him for that. Despite his typical energy and tall frame, he can maneuver like a cat when he wants to. "I-I locked the window, how are you even in here?"
He leans against your doorway, angling his head so that he's looking at your dresser instead of at you. There's something about your room that's just so you. It's comforting and sometimes overwhelming if he hasn't gotten off in too long.
He could spend an entire afternoon looking through your drawers and sampling your perfumes and lotions. He actually did that one Friday you slept over at Tatum's.
Stu shifts his gaze, his eyes meeting yours. You're trying to be harsh, he can see it in the slight draw of your eyebrows. It's endearing, especially with the stubborn almost pout of your lips. Sometimes when you're mad all Stu can think about is kissing you.
"Your mom told me to go ahead and let myself into your room," he mumbles, pushing away from the doorway as he steps entirely into the room, "You might be mad at me, but she's not."
Your eyes narrow a little at that. You know that Stu knows exactly what he's doing. "Well, she shouldn't have." You scratch the back of your wrist, trying your best to avoid Stu's gaze. "I'm doing homework."
"She said you were bored."
"History homework tends to do that."
Stu takes another step forward. You move your hand, gripping the back of your desk chair. When it comes to staying mad at Stu, physical distance is your only ally. The closer he gets, the less your brain functions.
"You said your history homework wasn't due until next week." Another step forward, the skin over your knuckles strains. "You can't be that mad at me." He continues to walk further into your room until he's so close to your desk chair that he has to turn his head down to look at you. "Let's just watch a movie or something. I'll let you pick."
His piercing gaze cuts straight through you. You can barely breathe. You drop your gaze in order to be able to get your thoughts out. "No, I said I wasn't talking to you."
Even in your own ears your words sound weak. Stu, already feeling his victory, reaches forward. He takes your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting your head up so that he's inescapable. "All of this over a few things I said to Randy? I was joking, he knows I was." When your frown doesn't go away, Stu lets out a sigh, "If it means that much to you, next time I see him I'll give him a joint or something and we'll be even. Promise."
You lean back, pressing your spine into the side of your desk. "It's not really about Randy, y'know." You inhale, thinking through your words carefully. Stu takes your reproaching well as long as you don't cross any invisible lines. "You can't just say what you want about people. It hurts their feelings, and you might forget about it after a second, but that person doesn't."
Stu blinks, an oddly uncomfortable feeling settling in his stomach. You genuinely care so much about how other people feel. Everyone. Even people you don't know.
Thinking about it too much makes him uneasy. It makes him feel like anything he feels for you is so much more than anything you could ever feel for him. You consider everyone's feeling, he can only bring himself to worry about how you and Billy are feeling.
He forces himself to back away from you. Stu moves to sit on your bed. Safe distance. The thought is mainly subconscious but that doesn't stop it from rolling in his stomach. He likes to think that he wouldn't actually hurt you over something this small, but he refuses to take the chance when it comes to you. Even more so when Billy isn't around as some kind of silent assurance.
"I thought that the other woman was supposed to be less of a pain in the ass. You're cute, sweetheart, but at least Tatum knows when to drop something."
Out of all the things he could have said, that stung the most. And he knows it. Your relationship exists in a world of in-betweens. You didn't like the idea of being some kind of side piece, especially the side piece to one of your best friend's boyfriends. But you guys never figured out how to stay away from each other.
Stu had spent so much time swearing to you that things were different than they looked. He promised time and time again that his real feelings are for you, that you were it for him, and that he couldn't just blow off Tatum for the sake of the group. With everything going on, with Sidney still grieving, it'd be selfish to risk it all over feelings.
By keeping your thing together secret, you were protecting everyone's feelings while still not breaking your own hearts.
But that single comment burned it all away. You were just starting to believe him, and now... "Really?" The word is pointed, but nowhere near as violent as you want them to be. "You really don't care about anyone's feelings but your own." Your eyes feel teary. "I'm such an idiot because I-I defend you when people say things like that about you, and I'm always thinking that it's just that they don't know you like I do. But they're right--you're--" None of the words that come to mind feel harsh enough, so you decide to just be honest, "You're mean."
Stu blinks as everything you've said settles into his chest. A rare, fleeting touch of a feeling some might have labeled as guilt stabs at him. He crossed a line, and now you’re looking at him in a way you never have before. And your eyes...fuck, your eyes are so wide and glassy. You're about to cry.
He had dealt with your anger before. Petty, teasing anger, sure, but still--anger. Stu could handle that. He knows what to do when you push him away and pout and even knows what to do when you curse at him. But this, this is so much worse than any of that.
You're more hurt than angry and Stu hates it. He hates that he doesn't know how to fix it. He hates that a part of him wishes that Billy was here, he'd be able to smooth this over and get you to stop looking like that.
"Not true," Stu finally manages, his voice nearly wavering at the shocking amount of honesty in it, "I care about someone's feelings."
You shift in your seat, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, your own." Stu watches expectantly as you squeeze your hands together on your lap. "You should go."
"No," Stu stands, "I'm not leaving you like this." Before you can register what's happening, Stu is by your side, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it, I just--" He can't put it into words, and even if he could, he wouldn't be able to express it to you without making you want to call a psychologist. "I'm sorry. You know how I feel about you."
With a sigh, you look up at him. "Stu, go." You stand up, forcing him to let go of you as you start walking towards your bedroom door. "I mean it. Either go or I'm going downstairs and telling my mom I have a migraine, and she'll tell you to leave."
Stu's quiet as you take another step forward. You should have taken his silence as a warning.
You're about to walk out into the hall, but before you can make it, something strong catches you by the waist. You instinctually squirm, but Stu ignores that as he forces you down onto your bed.
A small yelp escapes your lips. You hear the door to your bedroom shut before you can sit up fully. "Stu!"
He's on you in a second, trapping you so that you're forced to stay on your back. If you were struggling to think before, being completely beneath Stu has made it impossible.
Stu's hand finds your face, his thumb soothingly moving across the apple of your cheek. "I didn't mean it." That was true. Tatum is just a part of the plan now, and an occasional lay. But you--you're his first and final thought each day. You're everything, more than you'd ever understand. "You're it for me. No matter what."
You bite your tongue, fighting to not give in to the way he's looking at you. His eyes are pure adoration. "You said that before, and look at how quickly you changed your mind. Since I'm so annoying and I have no interest in being 'the other woman' as you put it, go away."
He doesn't want to talk about this anymore. It's making him feel something that he can't name. He doesn't want you to be mad or upset, he just wants things to go back to normal.
Stu slips his hand across your cheek so that his fingers can twist themselves into your hair. Before you can question him, he presses his lips to yours.
The kiss feels different than the normal way he touches you. It's persistent despite the patience behind it. The way his mouth moves against yours is vulnerable and the way he swipes his tongue against your barely parted lips is pleading.
Your hand instinctively find his chest. You push against him with lethargic force. Stu pulls your bottom lip in between his teeth. A breathy sound that's equally surprised as it is needy escapes you. He takes that as his opening to deepen the kiss.
Just as you start feeling out of breath, Stu pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. I love you.
The thought comes so suddenly Stu has to bite his tongue hard to keep from blurting it out. It's not like he's never felt that towards you, but this is the closest he's ever come to blurting it out.
It's instinct to shut your eyes as you focus on your breathing, but you can still feel his eyes on you. You feel him move, but before you can say anything, Stu starts kissing down your cheek. You don't open your eyes until you feel teeth grazing against your jaw.
"Stu." It's supposed to be a warning.
His hands move, forcing the oversized shirt you're in to ride up enough to expose your hips. Stu squeezes the newly exposed skin as he starts to kiss down your neck. "Do you trust me?"
Yeah, after the way he's been acting, there's no way you're answering that. "There's no way I'm doing anything even remotely sexual with you after what you--"
He finds that one spot near your collarbone. Your breath catches itself in your throat. Stu moves, pushing your shirt up a little more. He kisses down your stomach. You're lost in bliss until you feel his teeth sink into the soft skin of your stomach.
You nearly jump out of your own skin. "Stu!"
Grinning at your tone, he rests his head against you, chin pressing into your hip. "What?"
You're desperate to hold onto your anger, but with the way he's looking at you? It's nearly impossible to not smile. "You're so weird."
"You love it."
Pressing your lips together, you pause to think. "I love it better than you being an asshole."
Not taking the bait, Stu squeezes your hips a little firmer, "I love that smile. It's your 'you-wish-you-were-more-mad-at-me' smile. I think that that's the smile I see the most."
Fondly rolling your eyes, you casually move your hand in order to softly comb your nails through Stu's hair. This is a cute game. "I love that my anger amuses you."
"I love when you do that thing with your nails."
You finally let yourself grin. There's just something about Stu when he's like this, all relaxed and touchy and content. "I love when I can tell you're happy."
"I love you."
Your hand pauses, still in his hair. There's no way you heard that right. "Shit," he breathes, hiding his face against the fabric of your shirt. "I said that out loud." Oh my god--you did hear that right. He just said-- "I was going to be romantic about it. I was going to take you out to that one hill where you can see all the lights from town, and then we were going to go to my place. And I was going to let you pick the movie, and I wasn't going to talk about it, even if you picked that really lame one you're always talking about."
Still in total shock, you blink, stiff beneath him. "I kinda like when you talk about the movies we watch." Stu, looks up, but you don't meet his gaze. "But that's not what we're talking about, so I um--" You shift awkwardly. "Did you mean it?"
Your rush of words come out jumbled, but Stu understands them regardless. "So much. I love you, and I'm sorry that I'm an asshole, but you're not--" He lets out a breath. His silence forces you to finally meet his gaze. "If you think the friend group and Sid can handle it right now, I'll go over to Tatum's right now and break up with her."
Stu's boldness nearly surprises him, because in that moment, he really thinks he might mean it.
Everything you want is hanging there, right in front of you. Every selfish fiber of your being wants to say yes. You want to send Stu off and have him back in your arms in less than an hour. Stu can see it, but he can also see the hesitance in your eyes. After all, you care so deeply about everyone's feelings.
"It-it wouldn't be right," you whisper, more to yourself than him, "Not that any of what we're doing has been right, but that feels meaner than it needs to be. To just completely dump her on a random Saturday night without starting to pull away to prepare her first."
"I'll start pulling away." He's glad to have something productive to latch onto. He could start to pull away from Tatum (like he hasn't already with all the time he spends with you) carefully. Not enough to get her to break up with him, just enough to ease you. He could play at that game until he and Billy finish their plans. "Really laying the ground work for a breakup starts next time I see her."
You nod absentmindedly, the excitement from his confession waning fast. You're retreating into that quiet version of yourself that comes out whenever you think too much about your arrangement.
Stu leans over, pressing a quick kiss to your side. "I think I might've already started because you're all I think about."
"Shut up."
He adjusts his hold on you, "I mean it." You still don't seem too convinced. "You can scold me as much as you want about being nicer to people or anything else. I'm in love you." You finally crack, a smile playing at your lips. "Which is something I've said three times now without you saying it back."
At that, your jaw playfully drops, "Hmm...yeah, you have said it three times now. Weird."
The glint behind Stu's eyes is dangerous. He pulls himself off of you with no warning. You're too confused to do anything until you feel his hands on you. He moves his fingers swiftly, tickling you as you squeal and try to push him off. "What were you saying?"
Through fits of giggles, you manage to get out, "Th-that I'm--" You can barely breathe as you push against him. "That I'm in love with--with a--sadist."
At that, Stu pauses. "In love with, huh?"
"Unfortunately," you sigh.
Stu throws you an exaggeratedly offended look. "Rude. You're going to need to make it up to me."
Deciding to play along, you hum in agreement, "Let me guess. You have something in mind."
Stu leans down, placing a quick kiss to your lips. "You know me so well. C'mon let's go to my place and watch a movie."
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Ahem...ITS ME AGAIN!!
I really do love your writing so far, LIKE THEY'RE SO GOOD!!
So ummm...can i request for Ramuda, samatoki and gentaro ( again lol, bc they're my fav AHEM.) How will they react when their wife tells them she's pregnant?? Ik its so cringy but QIGSISGAIAHZJS
You can ignore it if you want, and thanks again to your hard work and make me so happy with your writings!!
Ramuda, Samatoki and Gentaro react to their wife's pregnancy
ahhh no!! this is not cringy it's so cute..!! so here, hope you will enjoy it <3 also thank you very much for your sweet words ahh..! you such an angel..♡
femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff, mention of meds, spoilers for their past/ background??
-I think he's kinda clueless about these things, so when you start to have toxicosis he just thinks you have a fever or something.
-"Ahh! My dollface, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?" - Ramuda keeps jumping around you, really worried.
-Only when you tell your husband about pregnancy, he suddenly gets so over excited.
-It's probably sound strange yet for Ramuda, who didn't have any childhood and normal maturation, it's really interesting.
-"Why didn't you tell me before?! Don't tell me you were afraid or something..!" - he giggles, hugging you tightly. - "Uwa, we have so many things to do now, come on..!"
-That's where Ramuda's whole designer potential comes out. Cause your baby needs to have the cutest room that your husband would style himself, along with all outfits and little toys. Good sense in fashion should be instilled from the first days of life..!
-Of course he would also design some new clothes for you too, more comfortable and oversized so it would be easy to move around for you in the third trimester of pregnancy.
-Also, you would have the best treatment. Ramuda has enough money to buy you all kinds of vitamins and meds, enough time to take you to the hospital almost everyday for different cheek ups, tests, etc.
-Maybe in the beginning he quite didn't understand how hard it can be to you, but now he's learning more and more and trying to support you as much as he can, bringing some sweets after work for your pregnancy cravings, letting you stay the whole day in bed when you feel sick.. Your husband even tries to be more quiet and calm around you now, so you would feel more peace..! He wants you to feel less stressed about this, after all.
-Cause you're the one who helps him feel more needed, to feel more human.. And thoughts about having a big family, his own family with you.. Ramuda didn't know it would bring so much joy to his heart.
-"How you feel today, my dolly?" - he sat next to you in bed with a soft smile. It's so different from his casual wild cheerful smile that you can't help but smile back, pulling him closer to a hug. - "Hehe, if you're good, maybe we should start to think about our baby name? I want it to be super sweet and cute..!"
-You may be kinda nervous cause he's a Yakuza, after all.. What if he doesn't want to have kids at all, due to his dangerous work?
-But you better tell him as fast as you can, cause actually it would hurt Samatoki if you try to hide it.
-"You're pregnant..?" - for a moment your husband thought it was a joke, but your sincere face told him everything. You expect any kind of reaction but suddenly Samatoki drops to his knees, hugging and kissing your stomach. - "I.. Darling, s/o.. I'm so glad.. I love you."
-To be honest, he always wanted to have kids with you, to build a happy family.. He had a rough, terrible childhood so he wants his kids to see only the bright side of this world.
-If Samatoki was soft with you before this now he's even more gentle and overprotective, stoically enduring any tantrums that you might have through your pregnancy. He understands that it's just nervousness and stress and he will never raise his voice back.
-He is a harsh, cold and emotionless leader.. well, outside. When inside he's willing to be your personal servant and do everything you want.
-Pregnancy cravings? He was already in the store, buying what you asked for. Pain in back or legs? His hands are already on your sore muscles, massaging it gently.
-You will not even lift a finger in the house now, as Samatoki would do all household chores for you, it doesn't matter if you feel sick or not.
-But it doesn't mean he would let you slack off. Your husband will make sure that you do some physical exercise that is safe for pregnant women and walk a little with you in the park everyday.
-"You feel tired today? Maybe you want something? Huh, just lay down with me and cuddle..?" - Samatoki's face quickly changed from worried to soft but smuggy expression as he embraced you gently. - "Oh, princess, of course.. Come here and tell me how your day was.."
-He's always so insightful.. So he would understand everything immediately, but wait for you to start this talk first.
-It's a serious conversation, after all, and he wants you to feel comfortable to share this important moment of you and his lifes.
-"Oh, my dear, you're pregnant? Of course I know..My servants already tell me you would be pregnant with the next prince of forestland.." - your husband nodded with a serious face. - "What? I didn't tell you I'm actually a great fairy king? Huhu, well, it's all a lie.."
-But actually Gentaro is really happy to be a father soon. He just can't help but tease you a little, so you would feel more relaxed about this.
-Surprisingly soft and caring, trying to give you the best treatment now. As he's always visiting his brother in hospital, Gentaro is acquainted with many people here and was able to find the best meds, doctors, clinics, you name it.
-Your husband may look like nothing will ever bother him, but actually he's quite nervous about your well-being, just not showing it. After all, he doesn't want you to get into real state, as you already have enough on your shoulders.
-So instead Gentaro would relieve his stress on paper, writing fairy tales for your kid and then read it to you before sleep, asking for your opinion.
-"Mm? Want me to write a story about our baby too?" - he smirks when you two are laying together in bed. - "Okay, but you need to give me some inspiration, darling.. Few kisses filled with your sincere love would be enough to fill me with the power of clairvoyance, and I will write the whole life story of our kid.."
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