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mymelodymia · 6 months

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Hey hun ty for writing my request with the bullying one I love it bby I got another one for you I promise this one's better and pure fluff 💗 so basically our Mikey man works to mf hard he has a younger sister(sorry I like the sister and big brother relationships there cute asf) like 7-8 surprises mike from work she makes him dinner, makes him a cute little bath, to the best ability an 7-8 your old can do lmaoo and idk maybe saves up some of her allowance and gets Mike something super nice and he's not sure how and is probably like "Baby where did you get this??" I don't fucking know but super fluffy and adorable. Ily hun ty! ✌🏽💜

aww, thank you sm for saying that and requesting again!

Best baby sister // Mike Schmidt x young!sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: just fluffy big brother Mike 🥰

Warnings: none :']

Age: 7-8

A/N: "mikey man" very funny 🤭

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You sat up in your small bed, you hopped up to say good morning to Mike. He was the only person in the world that mattered to you.

You walked into the kitchen and was greeted with the smell of bacon, you wrapped your small arms around him. He looked down at you, having not noticed you were there before.

He patted you on the back and returned to cooking. "Hi mike" you giggled, "morning y/n/n. How'd you sleep?" He asked you.

"Good" you answered, "good." He responded

"Thats what I just said" he chuckled at your comment, you were very sassy, of course.

"But i gotta go to work soon, okay?" He said strictly, pointing the spatula at you.

"Uuoohh, but why?" You complained "because, we need money right?" You groaned in response, you ate your breakfast with max instead. (Rude)

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there was one hour until Mike got home, you were playing with your dolls when you got the idea.

he works too hard, so you thought to treat him with a little something, you made him a very nutritious meal (microwaved mac n' cheese) and drew him a warm bath, overflowing with bubbles.

You also made a small fort in the living room, facing the tv. When you heard Mike's car pull in the driveway you ran out to him. You opened his door for him, and led him inside by your side.

You ran into the kitchen, passing the living room, Mike saw your fort and pointed at it. "Whats that?" He asked, but was quickly pulled away by you.

"Youre not allowed to see that yet." You said as you dragged him into the kitchen and sat him down. He chuckled as you sat across from him, a fork and knife in both hands, smiling from ear to ear.

You both ate your meals and you led him to the bathroom. He looked down at you, and kneeled down to hug you.

You shut the door and waited in the living room. He eventually emerged from the hall in a comfy sweater and soft pants.

He climed into the fort after you signaled for him too come in. He lied down on his stomach beside you, you both continued to watch cartoons for a while.

You rested your head on his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you tight.

He pecked you a few times before taking one of the many blankets in the fort and putting it over both of you.

You snuggled into his chest, his warmth comforting you as you listened to his heartbeat, you fell asleep soon after.

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The next morning after he left, you went out with max to surprise him, you had been saving up for months to buy him this. You handed the cashier tons of quarters to pay.

You folded it neatly and set it in a small gift bag. When he got home you gave it to him immediately, shoving it in his face.

He took it out carefully as max left to go home. He gasped as he read it. "Do you like it?" You asked as he kept staring at the hoodie that also had the words 'best big bro' on it.

"Do i like it? Of course i do! I like everything you give me!" He said picking you up. "But, how'd you get it baby?"

"Ive been saving up on my allowance! And searching the streets for some loose change" you said in a raspy voice, making a funny face as well.

He put it on and you both ordered a pizza, and you gave the delivery man the last quarter you had as a tip.

You ate three pieces before you complained about being to full. You fell asleep in Mikes lap while he was playing with your hair. He picked you up and tucked you into bed. Placing a kiss to your forehead.

He went to sleep smiling, still wearing the hoodie, of course he wouldn't tell you that he worked at the shop you bought it from and saw you get it for him but, he was still over the moon nonetheless.

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@white-wolf-buckaroo //

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x sister reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #little!reader #child!reader #x you fluff #fluff #fnaf movie #fnaf x you #fnaf #anonymous #answered

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blueraineshadows · 11 months

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Could I pretty please request awkward, yet sweet first-time sex between Ominis and female MC? MC is very nervous being a virgin and is worried about it hurting, maybe after she gets a good look at him down there 👀

But we all know Ominis is a gentleman and would be nothing but gentle and sweet with her at first but I think he’d be nervous too, especially since he can’t see her. I just really wanna read about them losing it to each other. And I’d love to see Ominis disheveled and consumed by his lust for her.

Hello 👋 Thank you for your Request 💜

Ominis Gaunt x F!MC - fluff, First time lovers

I took the liberty of making it their Wedding Night 🥰🔞 NSFW

She was married, joined at last with the man she loved, by vows and rings exchanged. Ominis Gaunt had stolen her heart when they had been at school, courted it, cherished it, and now she was his wife.

Her heart pounded nervously as they entered the bed chamber, the little hotel having set the room with romantic candles and vases of flowers. There was even rose petals scattered on the bed. She gasped at how lovely it all looked, and immediately she felt a steady hand at the small of her back.

"Is everything alright, my love?" Ominis asked.

"Yes, it's lovely, the room is very romantic," she blushed. Her pulse fluttered like a tiny bird at the feel of his hand on her back. It was silly really, he had touched her there many times, delicate pressure of reassurance, affection, and when escorting her.

Tonight it meant something else, though. Tonight, they would make the final exchange that would seal their love, their commitment. She would become his, completely, and her body thrummed with nervous anticipation.

Ominis took her hands into his, his fingers gently soothing over her skin. "I finally have you all to myself," he smiled. "I have had to share your company all day, and I must admit, I have been longing for this time alone with you, with my wife."

His voice softened at that last word. She squeezed his hands, loving him so much she felt entirely breathless. "It has been quite the day, hasn't it? And it went so quickly!"

He moved closer, his face inches from hers, she stared up at him, still overcome with how truly beautiful he was. He was almost ethereal, like an angel in a classical painting, she reached up to place trembling fingers against his cheek, his skin soft and pale under her touch.

She welcomed the soft kiss he gave her, the gentle brush of lips a joy she always cherished. His kiss lingered, his mouth daring to taste her for longer than was usual for them. She heard the delicate shift of his breathing, knowing that this kiss would lead to more. She cupped his face, holding him there, her body tentative but curious as she felt the warmth of shared desire.

Her breath shook a little as they drew slightly apart. He caressed her cheek, the tip of his nose nudging hers. "Please, don't be frightened," he said. "I would never hurt you."

"I'm not frightened, my love," she replied, immediately. "I could never be frightened of you. Although, I am a little nervous. I'm afraid I have suddenly become rather shy. I would not want to disappoint my husband."

"I will be gentle," he whispered. He kissed her, a delicate touch of lips. "I cannot deny how much I yearn for you, but I am in your hands my love. We will only do what is comfortable for you. Your delight is my delight, and I doubt I could ever be disappointed. Agreeing to be my wife in the first place has filled with me so much happiness."

Tears burned her eyes, her heart aching with her love and gratitude for finding a man such as him. "I love you, so very much," she whispered.

He smiled. "Then let us prepare for bed, Mrs Gaunt, for I wish to show you how much I love you in return."

The dressing screen was rather pointless when your husband couldn't see you, but MC still slipped behind it to remove her gown and pull on a soft nightdress. She could hear the rustle of clothing as Ominis undressed, her heart in her mouth as she smoothed trembling hands over her hips.

She had never seen a man naked before in the flesh, only drawings in books. She had read up a bit on sexual relations, and felt the trepidation that came from being exposed to another, vulnerable. But also, there was a heightened sense of curiosity, of the need to feel the heat of him against her flesh.

With a deep breath, she moved out from behind the screen, her hair unbound and flowing over one shoulder. Omins was sitting up in the bed, his chest bare, the pale skin smooth and beautiful in the candle light. He held out a hand to her and she hurried forward to take it.

They lay together under the covers, his arms a warm embrace, his mouth pressing soft kisses against hers. MC returned them, adjusting to the feel of his body wrapped closely with hers, the way their legs were entangled.

The intimacy brought a warm flush to her face, her hands slid along his back, his arms, and then she felt his hand on her thigh, hot through the thin fabric of her nightgown. Slowly, he slid upwards, dragging the material with him, and her breath quickened.

She didn't know what to do, wishing she did, but her body seemed to ache, a slow, burning throb beginning between her thighs that made her want to squeeze and clench, she desired some kind of friction and she was shocked at how her hips seemed to flex against him with an eagerness that embodied the urgency in her core.

Was she being too wanton? Too eager? As her pelvis rubbed sensually against his, her breath caught at the hardness of him, the press of his manhood against her softness. Oh my...

His head dipped and he made a low, soft sound, his own pelvis moving to meet hers. The ache between her thighs sharpened, it grew hot and she had a sudden desire to kiss him, her mouth seeking his.

They seemed to have slid across a line, polite courtesy was being cast adrift as his tongue entered her mouth. He had never kissed her like this before, and she moaned, her hips rolling upwards again at the delicious way he tasted her mouth.

His hand slid higher up her thigh, her nightdress becoming twisted about her hips as he smoothed his hand up and under it. She felt the roughness of the hair on his legs, the silky throbbing brush of his arousal was hot against her skin.

"Ominis," she moaned.

"Yes, my love," he whispered. "Tell me, tell me what you are feeling. You feel so wonderful, I am quite overcome with the need for you."

She writhed against him and he groaned, rocking his hips to rub that hardness against her thigh. She felt wetness leaking from him and boldly slipped a hand down to feel it for herself.

He was so hard, yet so silky soft, her fingers trailing over the length before she wrapped her whole hand around it. Her thighs squeezed with want, while her eyes widened at the thought of how it was going to fit inside her. She had not expected it to feel so long and thick.

She rubbed her hand over it and he made a sound, low and deep and utterly arousing. She looked at this face, he was flushed a beautiful pink, lips parted and eyes closed in bliss.

"Gods, I want to feel you," he said, voice strained. "Please..."

MC had touched herself before, curious exploration of her own sex. There had been sensitiveness, a building heat that had overwhelmed her enough to stop. The thought of his graceful fingers doing the same made her throb. She took his hand and guided it down between her thighs. "Touch me," she whispered. "I am yours."

At the first brush of his fingers she whined, her back arching up off the bed as he gently explored. She could hear the wetness of herself, her hips moving of their own accord as he spread that slick, probing gently until she felt a finger slid inside.

"Oh my...MC, you are divine," he groaned. He became flustered, his finger moving in and out. His face became strained and he shook his head. "It's no good, I've just got to...forgive me."

She panted, eyes wide. "What is it?"

He slid down the bed. "I have to taste it, fuck, I need it!" He was practically begging, his hands pushing her thighs apart, his mouth hot as he pressed it against the inner flesh there, drawing it up into a suck, the noise of it so dirty but arousing.

She gasped, staring, shocked, at his blonde head as he settled between her thighs. She had not seen drawings of this in her book! She felt his hot breath on her most intimate parts, a strangled moan leaving her throat as his nose nudged her soft folds. "Ominis," she gasped.

He moaned, deep and feral, and then she cried out, a high desperate whine, as his tongue slid erotically over her heat. Oh my goodness!

She stared up at the bed canopy, mouth open, not seeing anything but a red haze of lust, his mouth doing wicked, amazing things that made her body scream with flickering flame. Her desperate cries and moans filled the room at that soft, luscious swirl of tongue. The filthy wet sound of it made her flush, but she was grinding her hips greedily, soaring on a wave of fire that stole her breath.

Release came swiftly, shockingly, her hips bucking and cries spiling from her lips. She felt dizzy, dazed with the intensity of it. She stared as Ominis pushed up with his hands, the lower half of his face shiny with her sex, he wiped it with his hands. "You are delicious my love," he groaned. "Now, now I need to take you. You have driven me quite wild."

She reached for him. "Come to me," she begged. She was flustered, eyeing his flushed state as he moved up to settle his hips between her legs. She caught sight of his cock, swollen, hungry, and she gulped. "My goodness," she muttered. "That is rather large."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, my love. I made sure you were good and ready for me, but I will go slow, I promise."

Her desire flickered and rekindled at his saucy talk. She smoothed her hands over his beautiful body, sighing in pleasure as he lined himself up to her entrance. The first press of him made her tense, but he whispered soft encouragement, his hands caressing her curves.

"It's alright, you're my good girl," he whispered. "I want to be inside you so badly, you are so hot and wet, it drives me crazy. Relax, darling, let me in."

She moaned, his words sending shivers over her. "I want you," she sighed. "Take me, fuck me..."

He gasped, stilling, his head tilting curiously. "My, my, MC, such dirty words from your pretty lips," he said. He smirked. "I quite like it..."

He pushed a little further in, stretching her. She panted, her walls quivering. "Such a good girl, taking me like this."

"Yes, more, please," she begged.

He slid back a little, making her whimper, before pushing in further still. He moaned, desperate, and repeated the move. She felt the resistance, her flesh trying to stop him. "More," she panted. "You may have to push harder, I can take it."

He did, groaning as he desperately tried not to hurt her. Then suddenly her flesh gave way, a sharp sting signalling her acceptance. He slid quite deep, the pressure and stretch shocking at first, but then as he rolled his hips, it eased into pleasure and she moaned.

Ominis pulled her close against his chest, pressing kisses over her hair, his hands soothing her. "Oh, my love, my precious, precious girl. I love you," he said, passionately. He sighed. "So brave and beautiful...and gods, you feel so good."

She loved him too, burying her face against him, breathing in his scent, their bodies joined in the most intimate of ways. She savoured that brief, precious moment, before desire overtook them, and Ominis began to move.

There was no more pain, only pleasure. MC swooned under his worship, taking him thrust by thrust, drowning in his grunts and whimpers. She caressed him, gripped his hips, wrapped her legs about him, greedy for him.

Watching him find release reminded her of the euphoric daze he had left her in, and she pressed sweet kisses all over him, whispering her love for her husband, her heart swelling with the knowledge that they could do this, over and over.

Wrapped up close in his arms, MC dozed into sleep feeling safer and more loved than she ever had in her whole life. And now she had a whole lifetime to share with him. She had never been happier.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #ominis gaunt #mc x ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x f!mc #ominis gaunt smut

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elliesmainhoe · 1 year

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hiiii! i freakin love your writings so much it’s all so much fun to read !!! can i request ellie with a reader who has ADHD? as a person with madddd ADHD i’ve been thinking recently about how ellie would be with a partner who has it, i can just imagine her being so comforting when reader is overstimulated, or having a hard time focusing/getting work done bc of the adhd paralysis. i also like to think about ellie just sitting there like 🤩🥰🫶🏻😍 while listening to reader talk about their current hyper fixations and chuckling a bit when reader fumbles over their words bc their brain is moving to fast to keep up. maybe she would buy reader all kinds of fidget/stim toys and gets all smiley and proud of herself when reader gets excited about it :,)))

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Reader with ADHD

She's the sweetest girl ever 🥹

Is so so so considerate of everything- she's always looking for possible triggers

Loud noise? She's got your headphones. A crowd of people? She knows a quieter spot. Didn't take your meds? She's got spare.

It had definitely been one of your badder days. You woke up late, your hair was tangled and just wasn't doing what it was told, you couldn't eat breakfast and work was hectic, the cubicles seeming a lot louder than usual.

Ring. Ring Ring. Every phone ringing was screeching in your ears, the chewing of food from your coworkers in there respective cubicles overwhelming loud. Your head was pounding and your dress shirt just wasn't sitting right on your body, the scratchy material tight and uncomfortable against your skin.

You were hot and sweaty, your head was pounding and tears began to seep into your eyes. You looked over to the bottom right hand corner, looking at the time.

5:00pm. The time signalled your queue to leave the tall office building- you zoned out trying desperately to fend off the approaching attack and before you knew it your car was screeching onto the drive of the small suburban house you and Ellie had bought six months ago together.

The slam of the front door alerted Ellie of your arrival. She went downstairs going towards you immediately, this had happened before so she knew what you needed, she wordlessly took a hold of your hand and lead you upstairs into the bedroom.

She drew the blinds closed, turned of the lights and closed the door. She helped you take off your shoes, and strip down getting rid of the overwhelming scratchy feeling on your skin, instead helping you into your favorite nightdress, the scent of your washing powder comforting you, muffling your sniffles.

Ellie softly guided you to lay down on the soft bouncy mattress, over the top of the comforter and grabbed a makeup wipe, taking off the smothering creams and powders- allowing you to physically ease at the feeling of your skin being able to breathe freely.

You closed your eyes, the sweet silence calming you down and the feeling of Ellie's hand tangled in your hair grounding you.

"You alright now baby?" She whispered pressing a soft kiss to your nose.

"yeah thank you ells..."

(based of how I calm down from sensory overload- it's different for everyone!!)

She loves hearing about your hyper fixations!

Hearing you so passionate about your special interests make her swoon and fall even more in love with you 🥹

She does it too tho- you know loads about dinosaurs thanks to Ellie!

Your boss gets really annoyed when you don't get assignments done

But she helps you focus!!!

Her general vibe is really comforting, you and her go on work/study dates together so she can keep you on track.

Hand on your knee and a small "you gotta get back to work baby" when you go on a tangent ❤️

Girlie always has stim toys on deck-

Mouth stims, finger fidgets, squishes, pop-its.

Thinks the way you stumble of your words while your ramble is the most adorable thing in the world.

She's smitten.

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NOT PROOFREAD!!!

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topaz-witch-tea · 6 months

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Hello ! I love love love your yanqing family au! I’m a PhD student so I have very limited time when it comes to sitting down and reading fan fics so I really appreciate the little drabbles you post on here! Whenever you’re able to, I’d love to see a fic where yanqing gets sick and his father (and aunts) fuss over him

Hello! I'm very happy you love it! 🥰

Totally understand on the PhD part, I hope you are doing your best to stay healthy and hydrated.

I do enjoy writing drabbles since they don't need to be as clean as fics are, so please have a drabble of Yanqing being sick. This is a bit longer than some of my other drabbles.

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Mimi woke up to whimpering and the body of her young master tightly curled in the blankets. He didn't him to be awake but his breathing was labored and as Mimi walked over to poke the bundle with her nose, it seemed to curl even tighter into the blanket.

Worried, the lion quickly opened the door and rushed to her owners' room. It was a cold night and the three were all curled together in the middle of the bed. Mimi jumped onto the bed, startling Jing Yuan awake.

"Mimi?" The general rubbed his eyes, "what's wrong?"

Mimi made no noise, instead choosing to prod the others awake as well.

"Mimi…stop." Yingxing groaned, stuffing his face into the pillow. Dan Feng blearily opened his eyes, also displeased at being awoken in the middle of the night.

Mimi, displeased by how tired everyone was, started to pull at Jing Yuan's robe before hopping off the bed. She took a couple of steps before looking back to see if they were following her, a growl at the ready if they were still too tired to understand her urgency. Jing Yuan was already walking in her direction as Dan Feng was scrambling off the bed to get to his robe.

Yanqing felt horrible. He felt hot and cold and his body hurt all over. All his thoughts were foggy and when he wanted to call for his dads, it hurt his throat.

"Yanqing?" A voice called out, but Yanqing could only respond with a whimper.

Warm arms rolled him on his back and a slightly cold hand brushed his forehead. He could hear murmuring but they sounded as if they were talking to him underwater. Something wet and cold was placed on his forehead and a bitter liquid was fed to him from a cold, metal spoon. His thoughts went black again and he felt hot and icky for hours until a voice called out to him.

"Come on, little bird. Wake up, you need to eat."

Yanqing opened his eyes to see Jing Yuan. His bright, golden eyes filled with worry as he helped the boy sit up.

"A-die?" Yanqing muttered out. His throat not hurting as much anymore.

"How are you feeling? You didn't want to eat earlier so we just gave you medicine and let you sleep." Yingxing came over with a bowl of soup on a tray.

"I don't feel good," Yanqing said before burying his face into Jing Yuan's gray robe.

"I know, it'll be okay. Ba is getting medicine for you right now. But you have to eat before you can take more okay?"

"Okay," Yanqing murmured before being spoonfed soup by his Baba.

"It's just broth so try to finish the whole thing." Yingxing held out another spoonful.

"It tasted weird."

"Yes, that's normal. Food doesn't taste good when you're sick."

Yanqing was halfway done with his soup when Dan Feng arrived, a small brown paper bag in his hand. He set the bag down before coming over and playing his hand on Yanqing's forehead. The hand was cold like the water in Scalegorge Waterscape and for Yanqing, who felt like he was burning up, it was a welcome respite.

However, his father quickly drew his hand away. "You're burning up. You should take some medicine now and finish your food."

Dan Feng pulled out a brown bottle and a metal spoon from the bag. Pouring the amber syrup into a spoon, he held it up for Yanqing to drink. The medicine was bitter and had a sharp, tangy aftertaste. He hated it and quickly ate the rest of the soup in order to get rid of the taste. Jing Yuan helped him lay down again and with a little bit of Cloudhymn magic, Yanqing quickly fell asleep.

"It pains me to see him like this," Dan Feng said as he adjusted the blanket.

"I know. He's a strong boy now, so there's no need to worry." Jing Yuan scratched Mimi's ears, a reward for her ever-vigilant care.

"He'll be hungry when he wakes up. I'll prepare another soup for him when he's up." Yingxing said, standing up and collecting the bowl and medicine spoon.

Yanqing woke up a couple of hours later to Mimi laying by his side, her cold nose poking his arm and her sharp blue eyes were as watchful as ever.

"Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling?" A cheerful voice spoke up, though her purple ears were flat against her head- a telltale sign that she was worried.

"Auntie Baiheng? Why are you here?"

"I came to visit you, little bird. I heard you got sick last night. Are you feeling better?"

Yanqing nodded. His body was still tired from the illness.

"Good. Auntie Jingliu is here too. She brought some special ginger tea for you. I think she's still preparing it now." Baiheng gently smoothed away the hair that clung to his face.

"Ginger is spicy." Yanqing didn't like ginger but his family always made him eat it since it was good for him.

"I know. But it's good for you." The little boy pouted and somehow looked even more pitiful than he already was.

"Where are my dads?" His fathers were usually by his bedside when he was sick, so it was strange not to see them there.

"You're A-die got called into work for a quick thing but he should be back soon. Baba is in the kitchen with your auntie preparing food and tea. Ba is probably looking at medicinal herbs to make more new medicine for you."

"I hope the new medicine is sweet like candy. The one I got tasted really yucky." Yanqing made a face, earning him a laugh from Baiheng.

The door opened again and Yanqing could hear the tinkling of glassware.

"Are you feeling better Yanqing?" Yingxing placed the tray down before moving to sit on the bed and placing his hand on Yanqing's forehead. "You aren't as hot as earlier."

"I feel better. But my throat hurts a bit."

"Here, drink this." Jingliu placed a small, ceramic teacup into Yanqing's hands.

He knew better than to fight them when it came to drinking tea and medicine so he took a deep breath and finished the tea in one gulp. The tea was hot and spicy and burned his throat and tongue. When he was younger, he cried when they made him drink it.

"Good job." Jingliu patted his head and took the cup away.

Yanqing heard the door open again and this time, Mimi jumped off the bed. "Why hello to you too, Mimi!" Jing Yuan laughed as the lion rolled onto her stomach, obviously lacking in belly rubs as the family was busy.

Dan Feng paid little mind to them, instead walking over to check Yanqing's temperature.

"I just checked it. He's fine." Yingxing spoke up.

"One can never be too sure."

Yingxing rolled his eyes as he pulled up a chair to the two new arrivals. "Do you want to eat dinner now?"

"You're eating here?" Yanqing asked.

"Of course!" Baiheng fluffed up the pillows so he could lean back properly. "It wouldn't be fair to have to eat here on your own."

The five of them sat by Yanqing's bedside happily chatting with dinner in hand as Yanqing finished his soup. Mimi, after finishing her meal, was curled up at the end of the bed.

"When I get better, could we go somewhere?" Yanqing asked after finishing his soup.

"Where would you like to go?" Jing Yuan replied.

Yanqing thought for a moment. "I want to go to the Artisanship Commission Auction!"

"The auction?" Yingxing looked taken aback, "You have no money to bid with."

The comment earned him a kick to the shin by Dan Feng.

"I'll give you however much you need!" Baiheng said cheerfully, always happy to spend on her nephew.

"Stop spoiling him." Jingliu looked over to her wife, knowing full well how much would be drained from their account next month. Those words fell on deaf ears anyway and she was just as guilty.

"I don't see why not. I think it's a wonderful idea. But you have to take your medicine and rest if you want to recover in time." Jing Yuan said.

"I will!" Yanqing beamed, ready to take that horrible-tasting medicine and dream of all the swords he could have.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it and please feel free to send me asks!

#yanqing #yanqing’s happy family au #jing yuan #honkai star rail #yingxing #dan feng #jingrenheng #yanqing's happy family au asks #baiheng #jingliu #mimi

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deepperplexity · 5 months

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Prompt: 13. Shimmering Icicles [C3]

Pairing: Turpin x fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Turpin

Setting: Turpin’s house

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Sharing, Prompt 6. Out Of Care

A/N:As promised! Here's today's fic - hope you'll love it 🤭 We're starting to get mighty warm in this one 👀 I mean, it is wintertime over here so I certainly don't mind 🤭🙈 I'm also so beyond ready to get a little break tbh - it's been nonstop of everything for the past few weeks (the last three days being super hectic with the writing as you know) and I'd love to curl up with a good book or longer fic and just take a moment to exist but I'm also super happy about all the writing I've gotten done so far this month 😂 I hope you're all having a wonderful time and that December keeps on giving all the good stuff 🥰❤

Tags/TW’s: Mutual Secret Pining, Wishing For Forgiveness, Cuddling Close In Sleep, Masturbation, Bathtub Pleasure, Unwilling/Unplanned Voyeurism, Virgin Reader, Sexual Desperation, Struggling With Emotions & New Sensations, Wishing For More, Yielding For Another's Benefit

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 2.9k+

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⩤• You •⩥

Your body hummed with warmth, a calmness seemed sturdily wrapped around you as you awoke to the steadily growing light of dawn sifting through your closed eyelids. It was late morning and you couldn’t quite make yourself fully wake up. The dream of Richard returning to you in the middle of the night made you force yourself to remain on the borderline to wakefulness — the encompassing warmth did little to help sleep leave.

A flexing hand at your hip jolted your senses. You drew a quiet gasp as your eyes popped open in a rush. A pale chest dusted with grey hair filled your vision, the steady thumping of a heart beneath your ear rousing you further. You were curled up against Richard, his arm under your head and wrapped around your back. It wasn’t a dream .

You tried to remain utterly still, endeavouring to relax your muscles to fain sleep. Never had you laid so close. Never had he held you tightly. Never had you heard his heartbeat before or felt his steady breaths under your palm as his chest rose and sank. He was warm, soft yet sturdy — but that you already knew. How I missed you, darling … It was really a strange thing, though. Given everything, how had you fallen in love with the stoic man and felt as if he was missing from you when he wasn’t around? When did that really happen?

Richard hummed and tensed his arm for a second before his breaths turned deep and steady once more. You gently tilted your head back. His face was a wondrous thing to look at. Especially in that moment; his hard lines softened by sleep, the tension in his jaw gone for the time being, and his often scrunched eyebrows softly curved in relaxation. Your fingers tingled to reach up and drag down the curve of his hooked nose, to stroke those cheeks with the slight tint of rosy warmth and grey stubble.

You refrained. Instead, you cuddled closer, closing your eyes and pretending to be asleep. You wanted to remain there for as long as possible, a lacking in your heart you hadn’t known about suddenly felt filled with his closeness. Despite everything, he had come back and whatever discussion was to be had could wait. Your eternity rested in his hands, his words, but surely forever could spare another minute…

⩤• Turpin •⩥

He dared not move. The sun shone through the curtains, the day having since long begun. Yet he lay absolutely still, like a dead man in a casket. He kept his breaths deep and slow, every muscle relaxed and softened. Your warmth invaded his skin, your scent filled his nose, your soft breaths filled his ears with a sweet whooshing sound so low he could barely hear it but the warmth it fanned over his bare chest in intervals could not be missed.

Perhaps I perished in sleep and have reached— no, I must be very much alive, with my sweet wife cuddled close. The muddled and unfamiliar sensations within him were difficult to pinpoint — there were so many of them and all quite elusive to correctly term in their newness. His rigid cock was an easier matter to understand, you felt like perfection against him — despite the nightdress keeping your soft skin from his. This is not a time for my desperate need. I may very well be on the brink of never gaining such a gift from her, I cannot jeopardize this moment or the future beyond it.

He drew a deeper breath, gently moving his muscles to give you the chance to move away before ever knowing he was awake and aware of how the two of you lay so maddeningly close. But you didn’t move, nothing about your state changed and a mixture of relief and sorrow flooded him. He wished you awoke and remained cuddled against him willingly, what one did in sleep one had little control over and if you did not wake and made the active choice to remain close to him the moment meant that much less.

He sneaked his arm free before abandoning the warmth to shrug on his robe. When he glanced at you over his shoulder, your arm lay stretched over the mattress where he had been a moment ago but other than that nothing had changed. Asleep… Perhaps that is the only time I deserve your closeness, when you offer it unknowingly. The thought stabbed at his usually cold heart, his aching cock demanding to enter your warmth and find its sweet release, his skin itched to be connected with yours, and above all he wished for you to look him in the eye while offering your forgiveness.

None of it was granted, of course. He merely left the bedroom with a final glance at your sleeping form before heading to the bathroom. His movements were hurried, the constant pressure to go back and wake you, kiss you, press you down into the mattress with his own body while offering you all the pleasure he could was agonizingly unbearable.

He filled the tub with steaming water and shrugged out of his robe and underpants before sinking into the water with a deep groan. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes he tried to resist the urges coursing through his veins with the image of you in the bed as a constant stoker to the fire within him. It all mixed with his anger, his hurt, his wish for forgiveness, and the uncontrollable warmth you seemed to thaw his entire heart with.

His cock jerked as a memory flashed of you smiling widely at him, eyes all twinkly and warm when looking upon him. “Fucking hell and damnation,” he huffed out in a near snarl. “She’ll be the death of me, I swear it.” His hand found his cock and grabbed it harshly, squeezing the throbbing length with almost too much force as the need to come to the thoughts of you looking at him with warmth turned overwhelming.

He stroked himself, the water rippled at the motion as he spread his legs wider to relieve the pressure on his balls. “ Fuck ,” he hissed as he upped the pace, thinking of your hands on him, your lips against his skin, forgiveness and words of want tumbling out of your alluring mouth as he stroked himself harder. “Y/n— oh, fuck — ” he groaned while his balls drew up, his spine stiffening at the pending release he so desperately needed if he were to have the slightest chance at keeping a somewhat clear head later.

His hips bucked against his hand, and nearly painful pleasure built higher and higher as he gripped his cock harder — needing the pain to keep him from roaring out. “Y/n, my — haaa — sweet wife, oh fuck — ” He bit down on his lip, hissing a breath out between his teeth as he tensed all over. “Yes, yes, oh fuck -, Y/n—” His sentence got cut, his entire body turned stiff, and his eyes flew open at the sound of a gasp.

You stood in the doorway, your eyes wide, your hand over your agape mouth, the other still grasped the doorknob with with-knuckled force. “You-, you called my name,” you whispered while your cheeks turned scarlet, your entire throat rosy in a manner that only had his pleasure rising higher while your eyes seemed to look all over him in the clear bath, his hands still gripping his aching cock on the cusps of release.

It all happened in mere seconds, his lust-addled brain too caught in pleasure to fully register what was happening. “Oh my god!” you shrieked and his eyes found yours bound to his hand grasping his bulging length, he was still holding it tightly and the pressure along with your agonizingly alluring look of embarrassment and innocence tipped him over the edge before he could stop himself.

Red hot pleasure erupted within him as his cock pulsed, the water closest to it turning muddled with his cum while he gasped and groaned at the relief, his hips automatically jerking at the sensation while he tried to stop himself from completely unravelling while your intent gaze fanned the flames of his pleasure with your look of horror, intrigue, shame, and longing, all mixed into one delicious cocktail of purity to be ravaged. He couldn’t help it, you were the one woman he wished to be his and only his for all time — past, present, and future.

But this, the situation you were now in, had never been on his list of wants for your introduction to his naked anatomy. He always wished to go slow with you, make you feel safe in his proximity and closeness — make you curious, not frightened. Fucking hell , he thought while the five seconds after his climax passed in a breath-snagging stillness. Then you turned and slammed the door shut behind you with a bang so hard it rattled the walls. Dread seeped into his bones while his entire body deflated in the warm water. He feared all was lost now, seeing your reaction to him calling your name in the midst of manhandling his own cock. His body turned heavy and the sweetness of ejaculating to the thoughts of you did nothing to ease the stiffness in his shoulders.

⩤• You •⩥

You panted, your chest seemed nearly to explode as you tried to stop the raging of your pounding heart. You leaned against the door, a door you shouldn’t have entered despite hearing your name called. I thought he heard my steps, oh god, oh god, I thought— You hid your face behind your hands, your entire body felt on edge and there was a burning warmth forcing your entire body to tense as you couldn’t rid yourself of the magnificent view you had just witnessed. A primal urge. A deep-seated need. An indisputable sensation of something frighteningly new yet wholly wanted by your body.

Your skin was far too hot, your legs too shaky. The sound of Richard leaving the tub and water dripping on the tiles forced you to jolt away from the door. You couldn’t stop the feelings of him holding you close in the morning from mixing with whatever maddening sensation seeing him in such a state while nearly moaning your name made you feel now. It was too much, yet your body felt deprived of something at the same time.

Your back hit the hallway wall, your breaths in hot pants while the thin nightdress felt suffocatingly warm in the chilly house. Your eyes were glued to the door before you, your mind running rampant with the thought of your husband naked on the other side — and the length of him, the force of his hand, the look of pleasurable pain contorting his features just before his eyes had snapped to your face. The way his hips had jerked and he’d groaned, the depth of the sound wrecked you while you stood on trembling legs, frozen to the spot with only the wall for support.

Hope bloomed somewhere deep within you. Hope that he would forgive you, that he still wanted you, that he still wished to be with you despite the harsh words he’d spoken about your selfishness three days ago. You quenched a sobbed breath as your entire body confused you with the mixture of all the emotions running rampant within you. It was too much and you felt as if you were wound too tight, too tense and too loose at the same time — unable to untangle your feelings and thoughts while your body ached, thrummed, tensed, shook, all of it at the same time.

Your core ached far beyond anything else. A foreign sensation of coiling warmth your fingers seemed to itch to relieve. The view of Richard in the tub coming to the forefront, the sound of your name leaving his thin lips in such a darkly needy manner. You drew a shivering breath while trying to find your equilibrium. You couldn’t stay there, Richard would soon be done in the bathroom and you couldn’t face him when you were such a sordid mess.

After a few strained steps, you managed to get to the bedroom and slammed the door shut just as you heard the bathroom door open. You ran for the bed, diving in under the covers, and curled up in a ball of tension. What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel — Your thought was cut short when the door opened slowly, the tiniest of creaking from its hinges the only indication before Richard’s footsteps echoed out. He was moving closer, each thud echoed in your core with trepidation and shame filling your blood.

“Y/n?” he asked in a deep rumble, his voice thicker than usual. You curled up further, fully hidden under the cover. You didn’t know what else to do but to hide, despite the way you’d missed him while he was gone and how happy you had felt when you noticed him wake up a mere half an hour ago but not moving away from you.

“You should not have seen that,” he said after a short moment, his steps echoing out again — drawing closer once more as he rounded the bed. “I have done my utmost to wait, shield you from my needs to allow yours to dictate the pace we move in. Why would you enter the bathroom in such a manner?” he asked, from the sound of it he stood right by your side and his voice was thick with something dark you couldn’t quite name. “I-, I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice meek and strained with the confusing sensations tightening your body. “You called my name,” you continued quietly while listening to his rough breathing. A small whimper escaped you as your mind flashed with the way he’d said it, with such need and want. You never knew your name could sound so wondrous, so delectable, so lusty.

“Are you frightened of me?” he asked, his voice a caress of a rumble. “No.” “Why are you hiding, then?” You drew a deep, shuddering breath. “I-, I’m ashamed.” “Ashamed?” “Yes…” Because I feel like I’ll burst into flames if I look at you, and I looked at you when I shouldn’t have looked at you. And I’m frightened, and, and, and confused— “Why? Tell me,” Richard demanded. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t word what you were feeling, it was a mess and foreign to you. So, you remained quiet under the cover.

A long moment passed in silence, but you felt his presence. It only made you curl up further, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to relieve whatever ache had steadily built at the apex of them. You’d felt a shadow of the sensation before, after having wed Richard and lived with him for a few weeks. He’d been dressed splendidly, seated in the parlour with a book and his legs crossed leisurely. He’d looked magnificent, the afternoon sun had shone behind him and the grey in his hair had nearly glowed from the warm light. Is this that same feeling, only stronger?

“Wife,” Richard said steadily, “answer me.” “No, I-, I cannot,” you whispered, your throat tight. “Do you wish to be alone?” he then asked, dejection hidden in his voice. Did you? Did you want him to leave? “Yes… No…” If you leave now, maybe you’ll leave completely again. I don’t want that… “I shall leave you alone, I will remain in my office,” he said in a cold manner. His voice dark and deep, it sent goosebumps along your skin and the memory of how harshly he’d spoken to you three days ago surfaced. It made you cool slightly, your mind distracted from the images of seeing him in the tub.

His footsteps receded. The sound of the door knob being turned came and your heart jolted. You threw the cover off, your breaths turning rushed, and found his eyes staring at you — no emotions in them. As if he’d turned them off. “Don’t leave me again,” you said. “I took everything down, and I’m so sorry for what I did,” you continued while trying to keep the conflicting emotions and sensations at bay. On one hand, you wished to launch yourself at him and make him take away the ache, on the other you were terrified of the way he looked at you. Blandly. Blankly.

You looked away, not able to hold the connection. Your eyes went to the window, shimmering icicles hung from the roof and the sparkles were beautiful as the sun shone on the clear ice. Perhaps those icicles were to be the only sparkle this Christmas. It tore a sigh from you, a pitiful sound really. Yet, still, you found yourself thinking that if he needed a Christmas that wasn’t all that Christmasy then you’d accept that, and deal with it — for him. Perhaps him saying your name during such a time as in the tub meant there was a chance for more between the two of you.

His rushed footsteps filled the room, and you hadn’t time enough to turn your head before his warm hands cradled your cheeks and stormy eyes of grey held yours unwaveringly. “You… are apologizing, to me?” he asked, a low sound of disbelief. “ I should be the one to ask for your forgiveness, Y/n.” You couldn’t say anything, his eyes held you mesmerized and there was not a single thought in your head beyond wanting to kiss the lips confessing to wanting your forgiveness and lifting the blame from you.

“Wife, sweet wife,” he exhaled in a rush while his thumbs stroked your cheeks. The rainbow-coloured sparkles of the icicles danced around him and all you could do was hold his gaze as your body went taunt and hot from the way he looked at you.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Well, that was a fun fic 🤭 This is really turning into something quite delicious and I do have plans for at least 2 more parts of this story so stay tuned for that in the near future - hopefully not too far off in the future (yes, yes, I'm itching to write more for Turpin - as usual 😂)

Q: What's that one thing that bothers you with the holidays? 👀 A: For me, it's the mania regarding gifts. Like, yes, I love to give and receive gifts but I think there's a bit too much of a buying spree every year rather than an actual thought behind the gifts. I'd rather have one well-thought-out gift than ten random ones 🤷

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simpforchuchu · 26 days

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Hi Chu. Not sure if request are still open but I'd like to request a Nakagoshi story. Where he and he girlfriend are being cute and going on a date. Please and thank you! ♡

It is real | Nakagoshi x reader

a/n: Hello, I’m happy to see you on my request box 🥰 I hope you like it 💖

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: mention of fights but mostly fluffy

It was weird, really weird. Going on a date with the person you've been thinking about killing each other for months? This was truly crazy.

How did it start? How did you realize your feelings? Neither of you knew. But the one thing you were sure of was that your feelings were real.

You glanced around again, making sure no one you knew was around. He was a little late. Actually, you came early because you were excited, but you were still worried.

Had he given up? Did he just make fun of you? Why wasn't he coming?

You were sure your face fell. You wiped your sweaty hand on your jean shorts and sighed. Were you sure about this?

While you were lost in your thoughts, you were startled by a hand touching your shoulder. When you turned around, you looked at him in surprise when you saw the boy smiling shyly at you. No, you weren't surprised that he was here, you were surprised by his bursting lip.

“Nakagoshi? What happened ?"

The young boy smiled and nodded, bowed slightly

“Sorry I'm late-“

“Don't be ridiculous,” you corrected your tone when you realized you sounded panicked. "What happened ? Did you fight?”

A stupid smile appeared on Nakagoshi's face. Why was he smiling? What was funny?

Actually there was nothing funny about it. But he loved that you worried about him.

“Just some shitty guys, no worries-“

He panicked when you raised one eyebrow and looked at him.

“Really, it doesn't even hurt. Should we go now?

You sighed and took a clean tissue out of your pocket and handed it to him.

“At least wipe your lip, it's still bleeding.”

You rolled your eyes as he nodded and took the tissue from your hand. You were angry that he was fighting even on the way here, but that was your life. Oya students can not stay away from the fight. You were like this too, but today you wanted to be away from all this.

You were the same age as Nakagoshi. You came to this school the same year as Nakaoka, and when you arrived, inter-factional conflicts were very famous.

While you suddenly found yourself next to Yasushi, Nakagoshi was one of the people you disliked the most. Until he saved your life last month.

You had had feelings for him for a short time, but the situation was different for him. He never wanted to be your enemy. On the contrary, he always wanted you to be by his side. But things didn't go as he expected.

Nakagoshi was a quiet person. But it was clear that he was confident in these matters. He probably didn't expect you to reject him when all the girls were chasing after him.

But it wasn't his looks or his strength that drew you to him. You loved his calm character. He was mature and thoughtful. He was also a sweet person.

While he was wiping the blood off his face, you unintentionally smiled with what was going through your mind. When Nakagoshi turned his head back to you, he looked at the small smile you had on your face and smiled.

“Your smile… It really suits you very well.”

He laughed when you looked at him in surprise.

“You know I like you y/n… Although I like your confident expression when you fight, smiling looks good on you.”

Your cheeks were usually red from running. But you were so embarrassed right now that you didn't even know what to say. Could a man really do this to you?

Nakagoshi slowly extended his hand.

“Can we go now?”

You looked at him. His smile was warm. You were sure his hands were warm too. You could see his smile grow as you took his hand.

Maybe enemies to lovers were real...

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summercreolefanfictioner · 1 year

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Lol your defending for GabiYui is really on point. I remember some watchers even said 'too bad Gabimaru's heart is stick on his wife, Sagiri is much prettier or hotter' or 'go for it Gabimaru, it's okay to have multiple wives'. Come on, are we now living in an era where a husband being loyal to his wife is something really weird? I need Gabimaru to show his ninjutsu to these people lol.

awww thank you! ofc I will defend GabiYui no matter what since this pair is so close to my heart and has actually inspired me to write better at romance (aside from the other characters from different fandoms I am in) and do my best in life (Nishinoya from Haikyuu is still my main drive but still)

now onto some big points of this ask hehe

re: "Sagiri is prettier than Yui" issue

these two are absolute sisters your honor

I won't deny that sagiri is beautiful like I swear have you seen her and the way she fights back despite men looking down on her and how she swings her sword? plus episode 6 highlighted her being able to balance her emotions, making her gently kill rokurota. ugh perfection. chef's kiss. 1000/10 rating.

but ya know I don't get why people have to be like "Sagiri is way prettier and hotter but too bad Gabi is not in love with her" like what do you mean too bad? like ???? idk if it's just me but does gabimaru have to appreciate her being hot or what? plus ya know gabi is not into the appearance anyways. he even said in the latest episode (which is episode 7 as of this writing) that appearances really don't matter.

plus I don't get why people love comparing yui and sagiri's physical appearance against each other and saying "this girl is prettier" yada yada when they are both best girls with distinct beauty. in fact, there is an interview with Chainsaw Man author Tatsuki Fujimoto about Hell's Paradise author Yuji Kaku where he discussed about drawing female characters. according to Fujimoto-sensei, Kaku-sensei always drew his female characters beautifully in an aesthethic manner and his reason behind this is bcos "all girls are cute regardless so we must always draw them as cute girls" (not exact quote but you get what I mean) that's why Fujimoto-sensei added he has been trying to draw his female characters as cute as possible. so yeah both sagiri and yui are cute and pretty or whatnot. they just exhibit different vibes like sagiri has major main female chara vibes while yui is def softcore cottagecore vibes 🥰🥰🥰

besides, no matter what people say, yui will still be the most beautiful person in gabimaru's eyes. he even said so in both manga and episode 7.

note: he used the word "utsukushii" for the term "beautiful" and in Japanese, using this term means you really find a person so beautiful inside and out that it moves you emotionally so the mere fact gabimaru described yui in this manner despite her telling him that she's ugly is something else 😭🥺💖

re: "it's okay for Gabimaru to take on multiple wives" issue

(THIS ONE WILL CONTAIN MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS AND OTHER CANON EVIDENCES THAT HAVEN'T BEEN TRANSLATED OR MOST PEOPLE HAVE NO HANDS ON DUE TO LIMITED SOURCES)

here's MY NOT SO CONTROVERSIAL TAKE on this one bcos you all know my answer.

it is no doubt that gabimaru can take on multiple wives. after all, gantetsusai mentioned he has multiple wives across japan. plus their time period allows men to marry multiple women so people making this statement knows what they are saying.

HOWEVER!

I actually don't think gabimaru will engage in this sort of thing (see, I told you my opinion on this is not controversial hehe) and here's why.

we all know that osa (aka iwagakure village chief) killed gabimaru's parents and took gabimaru in, even to a point where gabimaru literally lives in the village chief's home like some sort of special treatment.

however, I think one reason gabimaru got special treatment is bcos both of his parents are high-class shinobis (like jonin level) and ofc osa saw his potential that maybe "ah this kid might inherit his parents' ninja skills or something"

plus, osa doesn't have any sons to begin with bcos surprise surprise YUI HAS NEARLY 20 HALF SISTERS with her being the eighth daughter. and accdg to Kaku-sensei, there is a major possibility of yui and gabimaru meeting as children (but alas it is hard to tell since yui has so many sisters). and yes this is all mentioned in Jigokuraku Kaitai Shinsho (pls someone translate this huhu)

so when tsuki (the toasted marshmallow gabimaru that we know) became the 58th gabimaru by killing the 57th gabimaru, he was rewarded for his skills and intellect by marrying yui. but the thing is, it's a common talk among iwagakure ninjas that osa has been looking for a successor and bcos he doesn't have a son, the only choice is to have gabimaru marry into his family (which is common in Japan)

fun fact: gabimaru actually doesn't know why he was married to yui though. he even thought maybe yui has some kind of secret ninjutsu or something. he tried to find out but this boy went home and when yui greeted him with a beaming smile, he was immediately overwhelmed with feelings that he forgot his own agenda 😭😭😭

so what's the point of all this? you see gabimaru has never realized why yui was so adamant abt this sense of normalcy and all that stuff until he finally learned the meaning behind her dream. after all, in iwagakure, when a man is born, he automatically has to be a ninja and a woman has to get pregnant and bear more children that will become ninjas. and if they die during training, then they'll be replaced by another batch of offsprings that will be ninjas or vessels for children.

in short: women in iwagakure are not only beaten, but also treated as baby-making factories (ofc some of them become kunoichis but most of them just become a housewife that takes care of dozen babies). doesn't matter how young or old. as long as you can get pregnant, then you go do your duty for iwagakure. hence why yui loathed this kind of set up and when she voiced out her want for normalcy, she paid the price by having her face scarred.

but what if a girl doesn't get pregnant? ahh then the guy will take another wife, get her pregnant, then process repeat and repeat. it's a cruel cycle that never ends.

in osa's case, it took him like so long before finally accepting his wives cannot give him a son. and in my own opinion, these things can influence gabimaru into not having a harem marriage in the first place. like imagine marrying multiple women just for the sake of a duty.

besides, given how bad he's down for yui, I don't think he would want another woman other than her. like srsly gabimaru has so much respect for her and having a harem marriage would defeat every single thing he and yui are fighting for.

after all, gabimaru hates the idea of women being treated as broodmares. remember, his wife has been "marked" for the same reason. like he really abhors the idea and there are theories of yui being possibly pressured into having children with gabimaru and tbh it all boils down into this canon evidence from the manga.

plus I hate it when people normalize cheating like "gabi might cheat with sagiri" or something like srsly? I thought we were all past NTR and all that stuff? if you are into NTR kinks, there are various media forms that can cater to that and sadly, Hell's Paradise is not the medium for NTR as much as these people want it to be.

that's all for today, folks.

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worksby-d · 2 years

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A Great Mentor: Tattoos

A One Shot

Summary: Your daughter likes hearing about her daddy’s tattoos but doesn't understand why he doesn't have one for her. Partly inspired by an idea a lovely anon gave me 🥰

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Daughter

Warnings: None

Word count: ~1,200

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*Flashback in italics

“What about this one, daddy?”

You faintly hear your daughter’s voice as you begin to wake up. If you had to guess, it's probably the rustling of the bed that woke you up. Andy tries to contain Evie to his side of the bed in the mornings, but her inability to sit still usually overpowers his efforts.

“Umm,” you hear your husband hum after her question. That one means daddy was young and drunk and let his equally-drunk friend choose his tattoo, is what he wants to say. “I just thought that would look pretty on my shoulder. What do you think?”

“It’s ok,” she shrugs, tracing the dark black lines with her small finger.

By now, you’ve caught on that she's asking about his tattoos, and you almost laugh out loud at her blunt indifference. You want to speak up and agree with her knowing exactly which one that was about, but you always enjoy listening to their morning conversations, so you keep your back toward them and let them think you're still asleep.

“This one?” She moves on to a different one, pointing to some seemingly random numbers separated by a few dashes. “One… One… Two…”

“Good job, peanut,” he nods, giving her a reassuring look as she reads the numbers. “Keep going.” Waiting for her to be done, he tells her what it is. “That's a date–a day very important to your mama and I.”

The day of your first date. You knew that's the one she was on as soon as she started naming the numbers. You can vividly remember him proposing the idea for that one to you… mostly because that wasn't his first choice.

“Of course,” you laughed a little, shaking your head at the question he asked. He'd been getting tattoos long before he even met you; you weren't sure why he was asking if he should this time–basically asking for your permission. “I think they're hot. Why would I say no?”

“Because…” He drew the word out and you gave him a go-on look. “I'm thinking about getting your initials or something.”

You couldn't help the sudden laugh that escaped you, stopping what you were doing to look at him for a sign he was fucking with you. He just scoffed, letting out a confused laugh of his own.

“You're an idiot. Why would you do that?”

“Honey–” He found how appalled you were amusing if he was being honest. “What's wrong with that?”

“Don't you think it's bad luck or something?”

“Not really,” he shrugged, but his eyes narrowed on you. “You planning on leaving me or something?”

That got you to crack a smile again. “Shut up.”

“If you don't want me to, I won't.” He held his hands up in defeat. “That's why I asked.”

“Decide on something that isn't my name, and I might go with you,” you offered. “There's something I've been wanting to get too.”

He waited for you to elaborate, but instead you moved to leave the room.

“Okay,” he laughed. “You're not going to run yours by me?”

“No because it's not something stupid like a name,” you called out as you kept walking.

Since that's how it was going to be, he kept his new idea a secret too. Until the day you actually went to get them done. He could feel you staring at him as he parked in front of the studio, an expectant glare.

“The date of our first date,” he said, knowing exactly what you wanted him to answer.

Your gaze instantly softened when he looked over at you.

“Really?”

He jokingly cringed. “You're not going to veto this one too, are you?”

“No,” you laughed, reaching over to give him a reassuring pat on the leg. “No, I’m not. Why that date though? Don't people usually wait and do their wedding date or something?”

“I don't know.” He shifted a bit in his seat so he could face you better. “By then we’d been together basically six months, but it was a really weird six months without a label, and we'd been through a lot. I feel like things kind of fell into place for us come our first date.”

“You sap,” you smirked. “That's really nice.”

“So I have your permission for this one?”

You answered by leaning over to give him a quick kiss. “You have my permission.”

“Mom was with me when I got this one,” he tells her. “She got a tattoo that day too. On her arm.”

Before he can stop her, she's crawling over to you to look. He asks her not to wake you, but your laugh cuts him off.

“I’ve been awake,” you chuckle, rolling over to face them. “You guys are loud.”

He mouths a quick Sorry before Evie’s resting a hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Daddy said you have one too!” She points at his chest, telling you she means a tattoo.

“Right here.” You hold your arm out for her to see the small outline on the inside of your upper arm. “Angel wings. ‘Cause of the nickname daddy calls me.”

“Pretty,” she gasps, running her fingers over the dainty lines.

You can't suppress the urge to stick your tongue out at Andy. At least she thinks one of you has a pretty tattoo.

The expression on Evie’s face abruptly falls though as she turns back to her dad. “None for me?”

“No what for you, princess?” You both share a look, not sure what she's talking about.

“Ta-do.” Her lip quivers as she answers. “One for mama, but not me.”

Oh. He quickly gathers that she doesn't understand why he has one that symbolizes you but not her. Neither of you want a full meltdown this early in the day, so he quickly, but gently, pulls her back against his side while he reaches for his phone. “C’mere, I’ll show you something, sweetie.”

It takes him a second to find it amongst all the random pictures and videos he has of her in his phone, but he finally taps on it for her to see–a draft of a new tattoo.

“This is gonna go right next to brother’s,” he points to the left side of his chest where he has Jacob’s name. “That's your foot print from when you were a baby.”

She giggles at that, reaching out to touch the screen trying to make the picture bigger. Andy helps her so she can attempt to read her full name. She struggles because of the fancy typeface though, so he reads it for her.

Her eyes flicker to the spot he pointed to next to Jacob’s name as if she's trying to envision it.

“Do you think that'll be a good place for it?”

“Uh-huh,” she sniffles, snuggling closer against him. “Pretty, daddy.”

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ifidiedinadream · 5 months

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Did you say Olli reader inserts?? 👀

I don't really have a specific request unfortunately... But maybe something that becomes unexpectedly sensual? Like idk. Maybe some sort of fwb or just a one time thing because they both need distraction and they aren't in love or anything but suddenly they are there on this bed/sofa (something comfortable 😌), caught in a deep, lingering kiss, holding onto each other and it's just...yeah. This little "cursive oh moment"™. So the focus kinda drifts away from just searching for pleasure to something...deeper? Idk

Do with this what you will, my mind was jsut suddenly spitting out thoughts and pictures 🥰✨

hello anon! hope you like it 🖤🖤

also on ao3

You spill the coffee onto Olli's living room rug.

The original plan was to sip on it while working on your project on your laptop (you don't work serenely at home and Olli is generous enough to let you stay at his place when the deadline's close), and now you're thankful it didn't land on the keyboard, but you're still fucking jittery. How fucking stupid can you be?

"Shit, sorry," you say when Olli's eyes flicker up from his bass to look at you. He puts his headphones away. The cup clicks on the table when you lay it on its surface with maybe a little too much force.

"It's fine, don't worry, I needed to wash that rug anyway."

Olli rests the bass by the couch and steps closer to you. You don't meet his gaze. Only when he gently grabs your hand do you notice they've been trembling.

"You're on edge," Olli remarks, "maybe coffee wasn't a great idea to begin with."

You chew at the inside of your cheeks. "I know. I need to finish this, though."

You turn to look at the laptop. On the screen is a project that's only halfway done and your heart clenches. You need to hurry the fuck up.

You slide your hand away from Olli's grip and sit in front of the computer. Olli's peaceful presence is still behind your back, though, closer now, and before you can even type a word, his hands are on your shoulders.

"I think you need to let go of some of that tension."

You're about to retort but Olli's slow touch, the way it's almost a massage on your stiff shoulders and back of your neck, forces you to take a deep breath and hesitate for a moment.

"You're full of pent up energy..." he continues in that low voice that always startles the butterflies in your stomach. "Maybe we could channel it elsewhere."

You don't answer immediately, focusing on his caresses instead; he's right, you're anxious and irritable, and you won't get much work done like this no matter how hard you try. And you're at your friend with benefits' place after all, so why not take advantage of it?

"You know what, Olli," you say, voice way softer than it was just moments ago, "I think I could use your help."

"That's right."

Olli's hands slide down, from your shoulders and neck to the front of your chest, until they find your breasts. He fondles and squeezes gently, making your eyes roll back. Your whole body awakens and you grab Olli's hands to push them harder into your tits, wordlessly asking him to be rougher. You know Olli likes taking his sweet time, and his sensuality is what drew you to him in the first place, but now you need to be fucked senseless.

"I need more."

Olli only snorts and stops touching you. He walks over to the couch and you follow him, hoping he'll be merciful tonight and give you what you need with little to no bullshit.

"Woah, baby, where does this desperation come from?" Olli asks when you promptly sit in his lap and grind into his crotch.

"Well, you suggested sex, turns out it's exactly what I need," you explain, "so now you're gonna give it to me."

Olli chuckles. He grabs your hips firmly.

"Kiss me first?"

"Fuck kisses, let me sit on your cock."

The look Olli responds with is so intense it takes you aback. You were expecting a laugh, a moan, a roll of his hips or something - definitely not big blue eyes with the slightest frown, staring up at you like you just broke his heart. The grip on your hips loosens. What is it about? He's not your boyfriend - it's just sex. Then why does he look hurt?

His face softens after a moment. "You know that's not how I fuck."

"I know," you say, "but it's how I need it."

"I wanna give you what you want." Olli moves closer to your chest, resting his head on it for a second as if to hear your heartbeat, then his lips find the skin of your neck and start teasing. "I'll give it to you. I just want a kiss first."

Okay, fine, you won't deny him a kiss. He's lucky he has such a sexy, kissable face, so you hardly mind. You smile, finally convinced, and his face lights up. It's a lovely sight and it makes you want to hold him close, card your hand through his curls and kiss his forehead.

No, the fuck. Why would I want to hold my fuck buddy like that?

Then you kiss Olli or Olli kisses you, you can't really tell, and you really want to shove your tongue down his throat because you need him oh so much, but you don't find the same kind of energy on Olli's part. His tongue is slow, gentle, just like his hands and voice have been, so you indulge his movements, caressing his mouth with a soft tongue. He's warm and tastes so good and the hands on your hips slide up under your hoodie, touching skin. Suddenly you find out you can't get enough of this kiss. Suddenly you find out sex can come later.

Well, shit.

When you part, Olli is looking at you with an earnest gaze. His eyes are stern, careful, like he's trying to understand something. You smooth out the lines in his forehead with two fingers and his features relax, and that's when you kiss him again, with the intent of savoring him right from the start this time.

Even though the kiss sends electricity down your body, turning on your gut and making you drip, the fuzzy feeling in your chest is prevalent and you're no longer in a hurry - all the anxiety and irritability from earlier have vanished, and the lust has turned into something... different. Having Olli so close to you is heaven, and maybe even sex couldn't make this moment feel any better. If you were to die now, in Olli's arms, kissing him deeply, it would be alright. Maybe.

Maybe.

"This is better than rough, wild sex, isn't it?"

"With you, yeah, it is."

Olli's cheeks and nose turn a lovely shade of pink. You lean in to kiss the blush right under his left eye.

"Maybe we should... make love?"

Your breath hitches. Make love? Is this what it is? Wasn't love the one thing you and Olli said you'd stay away from? How has it come to this?

You take a deep breath, because making love is exactly what you want now, what you need, and resisting it would be useless, stupid even - telling yourself lies never got you far. And why deny something that feels so damn good anyway?

"Yeah, maybe we should."

After another kiss and a kind smile from Olli, you take each other's clothes off, slowly and touching every new strip of skin you uncover like it was the first time.

Somehow, it does feel like the first time.

Olli ends up on top of you, your bodies flush together, his warmth so pleasant. You grab the back of his head to pull him closer to you, in the crook of your neck, and his breath is hot against your skin. His hair is soft when it curls around your fingers.

"You've never looked this beautiful," Olli whispers against your neck, and you kind of know what he's talking about. Olli's always been gorgeous, but tonight he shines of his own light.

"I need you," you say, wrapping your legs around the small of his back. Olli lifts his face and looks at you with the most profound stare. You feel naked, vulnerable, but it's wonderful and you look back into his eyes when he finally penetrates you, his expression faltering for a moment, the weakest sigh escaping your lips.

He starts off slowly. Your body relaxes completely, basking in the feeling of fullness, in his warmth all around you. You keep holding him close, your hand in his curls, the other between his shoulder blades where his skin is so soft. His throat emits the sweetest baritone grunts and your ankles slide higher on his back, changing the angle just a bit.

The pleasure intensifies. You moan and Olli gets the hint, pushing into you faster. Once again he raises his head to look at you, and this time you can't help but express your awe.

"Shit, baby, you're so -" a moan cuts you off, "you're handsome. This is so good."

Invigorated by the praise, groaning, Olli picks up his pace, hand coming to cup the side of your face tenderly, a stark contrast to the movements of his hips. Soon he rests his lips on your other cheek, leaving dry kisses there, or trying to, anyway; by now the pleasure and the fluffy feeling in your chest from all the care and attention have grown, and it only takes you a few more thrusts to come undone, moaning loudly and pulling him even closer to you. Your body convulses, writhes, and Olli only holds you tighter, thrusting inside you, sweating.

When he comes some time later, your breathing is still ragged, and he kisses you on the cheek, then on the corner of your mouth, then on your lips.

"I think I like it better this way," you say after a moment. Olli smiles sweetly, looks down, and by the time he's looking at you again his smile has infected you. You kiss once more.

"Yeah," he says, "I like this better too."

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the-power-of-stuff · 8 days

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Almighty Empress of Sukka! I have a spicy Sukka question for you:

What are some things that Sokka and/or Suki do (unknowingly or otherwise) that get each other in the mood? Like little quirks or habits or clothes they wear or just random everyday stuff that makes the other go 😯🥵🤤? (For example, maybe Suki drinking a milkshake or slurpee with her lips wrapped around the straw is just a bit too much for Sokka to handle. And maybe when Sokka takes his shirt off after a hot, sweaty workout, not matter how awkwardly he does it, Suki gets a little hot and flustered herself.)

Sorry, that was a lot. 😅 But Sukka’s irrepressibly spontaneous love for each other always makes me want to gush! 🥰

And I know you’re busy with Sukka Week right now, so no rush to answer this at all! I’m very patient.

Lord, have I really been sitting on this ask for nearly two years??

I need you to know, Dearest Anon, that it doesn't feel like I've let this ask go for so long because I have actually had it on my mind that entire time, wanting to answer it and waiting until a good enough answer surfaced.

But I think I was going about it the wrong way. I don't really have a lot of headcanons that exist independently of putting a guy in situations. And if I put a guy in enough situations, I might end up repeating similar ideas until they become headcanons (like my headcanon that Suki has a particular fondness for lotus seed buns).

So! It occurred to me that maybe the best way for me to answer this question would be to put these guys in a situation. And now, at long last, we have...Suki getting really turned on by Sokka cooking... 😏

Suki stepped off the back porch of the house, perched the steamer basket full of rice on her cocked hip, and bit her lip. Framed beautifully in her field of view, amidst a glorious backdrop of lush green foliage and the island’s tumbling, sparkling brook, was Sokka, standing over the makeshift grill he’d thrown together from a large cast iron pot and some wire mesh he’d gotten off one of the fishing boats. The air was fragrant with the savory sweet aroma of seared meat, Sokka expertly working the grill in a calculated dance between flame, timing, and seasoning. And Suki’s mouth was watering.

“Hey there, grill master,” she crooned as she approached, abandoning the rice on the table that housed Sokka’s setup. She ran one hand over his shoulder, down his back, then lower still so she could squeeze a generous handful of ass cheek.

He yelped before glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, one brow quirked in amusement. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” she said, sidling closer and pressing up against him from behind. Her hands quickly found his hip bones and traced the muscle there before teasing lower by just a few millimeters, and Sokka nearly dropped his tongs.

“You know Mrs. Kotoji can see us from here…”

Suki turned her head towards her next door neighbor’s house just in time to see the shutters slam shut on one of the windows. “Nothing scandalous for her to see here,” she countered breezily. Then she found the slit in the side of Sokka’s tunic and traced her fingers down his thigh.

“Keep doin’ that and there might be,” he grunted, and Suki chuckled, dropping her forehead between Sokka’s shoulder blades as she laughed.

“Listen…” she said coyly. With her head still resting against Sokka’s spine, she drew her hands slowly around his hips and up his flanks. “I know you’re still cooking, but once you’re done, you think you could…scandalize me a bit before we eat?”

Something clattered loudly while Sokka fumbled around with the grill, and then suddenly he was whirling around, gripping Suki’s waist and tugging her close. “Tui and La, woman… I will scandalize you so much, you’ll be reading about it in Ba Sing Se next year. In those scandal sheet things. That they circulate in the Upper Ring. Whatever, it made sense in my—” And he cut himself off by closing the distance between his mouth and hers.

Suki threw her arms around his shoulders, laughing into him as he penguin-stepped them back towards the house. When they collided with one of the porch posts, Sokka used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, slotting one thigh between hers, creating delicious friction for them both. Suki moaned.

“So, you like the way I handle my meat, huh?” Sokka teased, breathy against her lips.

“Oh yeah,” Suki rasped, delighted, sneaking her eager hands back around to Sokka’s backside. “And now it’s my turn.”

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sweetestpopcorn · 1 year

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on what side does Rhaebae have her mole?

Hi there :)

Right side <3

If you are wondering where the beauty mark near her eye idea came from, it's not an idea of mine. I first saw Rhaenyra with a beauty mark near her eye on some artwork done for the extra of... I believe season 4 of a certain show we don't talk about anymore, where they explained the Dance.

Curiously, that video was also a rather amusing AU of "What if Daemon was the father of the "Velaryon" princes?" Because...

Look at Daemon's nose X'D now look at Luke and Jace's 😂 Look at Daemon and Jace's expressions!!!! I don't know who did the animation, but clearly they were a Daemyra shipper.

PS: This animation curiously also gave me the idea of making Daemon's eyes a pale lilac and Rhaenyra's a darker purple. It's not very obvious due to the lack of quality, but Daemon's eyes were a pale lilac/violet, and Rhaenyra's appear much darker.

Later on, years later, I also saw the same beauty mark near Rhaenyra's eye in the illustrations that Naomimakesart used to make of asoiaf Rhaenyra, which I absolutely loved with all my heart, so I decided to keep this. I honestly love it so much I just can't imagine Rhaenyra without it. Such an elegant detail for the Realm's Delight 🥰 who was doing it like her? Exactly. No one.

Alicent do keep trying ❤️

Naomi, however, unlike in the artwork above, drew Rhaenyra's beauty mark on the right side, so I kept it on the right side as well. Her version of asoiaf Daemon and Rhaenyra remains my favourite to this day I think. Just love how she draws them, so much that I even commissioned her to drew an amazing piece for the Blacks & the Greens which you can find here of Rhaenyra and Daemon's Black Wedding, which has enough drama and deaths to make even the dothraki raise an eyebrow of "Hum... not too shabby but could use more deaths." - you wouldn't know from the illustration though XD

So, every time I had to describe on which side Rhaenyra's beauty mark was, I just opened one of Naomi's illustrations XD Don't trust me to never have made a mistake though 😂 she on the other hand consistently made it on the right so the Lord has spoken and it is on the right.

By the way if you haven't, leave Naomi a like for this beautiful illustration <3 her old asoiaf illustrations are amongst some of the best I have seen. I am eternally grateful for the joy and inspiration they gave <3

Those of us who were on her patreon between 2019-2020... UGH! We were SPOILED! SPOILED! There was no better time to be a Daemyra shipper, and we got THREE NSFW illustrations of them! Can we go back? Please? PLEASE?!

This was such a funny ask! Thank you!

PPS: If any of you want an actual faithful account of the Dance (if only much summarised) and you don't want to read, you can watch this video on youtube, it's called "The Dance of the Dragons by Shireen, Viserys and others". That moment when D&D did a better job with the Dance than R*an and co 🤡 let's be honest though, literal children would do a better job.

#rhaenyra targaryen #canon rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #canon daemon targaryen #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #house targaryen #pre asoiaf #daemyra #canon daemyra #daemon x rhaenyra #popcorn answers #this one was so fun!

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one0p1nk · 1 month

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What do you love the most about your current friends group?

//No order, I'm mentioning people from mundo server and some other servers btw

Beth -> I love my wife's gentle, softspoken nature. I hope Bethy can feel confident enough to tell me about almost anything because talking with her in the chat is always a blessing to me and i really want her to know that. It was never awkward when I'm with her even when she doesn't speak or not. I love her fav ships they're always so sweet/ih/not sure if it should be pun intended JDBDBDB🥰

Klai -> My henchwoman is incredible, idk but I feel like she has a lot of patience too when interacting with me--- always so understanding with everyone and would try her best to make everyone feel better despite of her own struggles. She's very generous, yes, and how she likes keeping up silly ramblings with me about worlds is what I mostly adore about her. Even solsticea has a special spot in my heart 🥺

Joe -> I love joey/p. They feed me art, they're my supportive dogboy/ih, and I'm glad they existed or else communion and doomed yaoi wouldn't have been in my dictionary DJHDDHDB in other words, I love their humor and friendliness makes me wanna keep them like a pocket friend/ih

Yami -> I love her vibes, I love her art, I love her art streams, I love when I talk to her, and I love her bc she's my angelfish/p🥰 She helps me walk away from dangers that try to reach me sometimes, is fun when she brings me to McDonalds while at it sniffles;;; thanks to her I'm very absorbed to ToD sometimes and still do that, how long was it since HDDBFBFB

Tae -> some of Shrimpy's humor stuck into me/ih and I love hearing her talk. Her voice is very calming to me that it makes me feel quite safe, it really sounds very friendly....;;; Her voice is also iconic i would wish to watch it in a lot of kinds of anime genres no matter if is piece of life or horror, it's incredible the way she narrates or voice acts dialogues in games on stream dhfbfbffb

Sleepy -> I like her art pieces. I want to draw as fast as her but I'd rather polish quality over time in my case since art styles really vary JDBFFBB- I like the moments when she’s glad to try and help people, and try to stay cheerful sometimes despite of the pressure she has to experience at times. I hope in the future these can flourish well and that she gets to achieve her goals somehow no matter how bumpy the road can be for her.

Lupi -> Lupita is supportive and wouldn't hurt me in any form;; despite that I don't see her as often as the others, I feel safe around her like I've never seeing her judge me before or is probably because I don't remember sobs;;; but yeah, she brings good vibes when we're hanging out heheheheh

Al -> I love Al/p for listening to me about Hana's reversed harem stuff and trying to learn dyanthus lore from me back at the lore wide discord server/ih. I love the times we gush over fnaf together too <3/ih and also freaking like how for some reason I imagine you as a squishy entity idk why/lh

Emma -> I love Emma and Tatya and Bartholomew and Georgie and everytime we interact really I love you/p, she has such great charisma and attitude it boosts my confidence and self-esteem a bit sometimes djnnddn saranghae pookie 🫶🌸

Fifi -> Fifita, my precious rat friend and portable incinerator room/hj, I thank her for letting me love and ship her blorbos and draw them JDDBBD her art makes me smile a lot even when she draws her scrunkles, Dreams of delirium is chef's kiss;;;

Anwyll -> Anwy is a new friend I just met, and I'm already holding hands gently with him/p. I love how we have this mutual agreement about pretty blonde boys BDDBFBFBFB--- I love their blorbos too, especially Nevi(hes so pretty i like making Lau rizz him a bit/ih) and Edvin (I love farmers, I think they're so neat as heck)

Mango -> He has a nice sense of humor, I'll take that---/ih I love his art, the way he drew my goofy son once, and how he named almost everyone in dinosaur parody(I'm still sobbing from that JDBDBDB;;) and he's nice to talk with when he's not sus and... confusing, I don't understand what he says sometimes but its best to not know 🤔😊/lh

Kory -> I nearly lost my friend, Korita. It could have been one of my greatest regrets 😔 but anyway, I love her blorbos, but what I mostly love is her been spoody as usual and just taking every problem like a tough one(she's trying her best okay/lh). A nice spooder. 🥺/pos

Mandika -> I get excited when talking to Mandita, it's either neat or concerning/pos. But nonetheless I like receiving these rare art requests from her, it's my excuse to laugh and cry internally at the same time as I enjoy seeing her giggles and go silly JDDBBFFB

Clown -> I love payasito's craziness, that's a very Clown thing to do- even if I can be skeptical when she’s acting 'normal' around their spouse Law sometimes/ih/j

Orange -> magical girl Naranja save me magical girl Naranja;;; SHES TECHNICALLY AN ORANGE!!! A POG, GOOD VIBES ORANGE;; sobs sobs 😭✨️ I love her ideas and her art feels like a cool fresco snacks, and her blorbos are so well designed and written I can distinguished them well JDBFNFN

Nakki -> My brother Nakki is not often around lately, but I appreciate the times he has the patience to teach me and help me with Minecraft/lh. I love his pink lemonade recipe even tho I feel like the way he makes it will be the one overuling my amateur lemonade skills anyway JDBFNFB

Skye -> turns out Skye is held dead and half alive??? But well I love them anyway, still o' glorious in my heart/p. They're the perfect definition of a laid back, modest pookie/ih

Sam -> I love Samito's writings and drawings they make me giggle and kick my feet hehehehehe.... and I recently discovered his Gepard rp interpretation--- I have mixed feelings but at least leaning positive because I love a good humor Geoard once in a while JFBFBGN they really inspired me to ship Orpehmi more often and ngl, it feels nice to covert into it/ih

I feel like I have more friends I haven't mentioned, but just so you know to all of them. I'm glad I've met you guys, you've helped me learn new things and understand from the lessons I have to take myself better with your support, understanding, and patience despite my occasional autistic awkwardness.🥰/lh

#pins speaking

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