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pimpedoutgreenears · 11 months

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Hi I loved your shouritsu fics!! do you have shouritsu headcanons or maybe fic recs??

Thank you! That's so nice!

I do in fact have some headcanons! But I should warn you that they're long because I got carried away, and some of these are just straight up fic ideas lol.

-Shou asked his mom once how she knew she loved his dad (ya know, back before the terrorism), and she told him that it's one of those things that you just know. She knew that moment that she met him that he was the one. So when Shou first met Ritsu, it was the same kind of principle. Granted, he tried to be way cooler about it, but it was always there in the back of his head, even when he was most pissed at his dad and thought his mom's feelings were a little messed up. Ritsu was just always the one.

-Shou is so touch starved! His father stopped giving physical affection once his mom left (hell, probably before), and kinda shamed Shou if he wanted any because it's "childish." So Shou just stopped seeking it out and even denied it from his mom when he was lucky enough to see her (because he felt like he didn't deserve it until he 'fixed' his dad). Anyway, after his dad gets stopped from taking over the world, Shou gets some therapy and works on healing. One of the things he learns is that it's okay to seek out physical affection from people who you're close with. Ritsu is a willing victim of this and one of the first people Shou trusts enough to give (and get) physical affection. (Can you tell there is a fic in the works planned around this idea?) Along with this, Shou is very touchy with Ritsu. He loves putting his arm around him, leaning against him, rubbing their faces together, etc., Ritsu mostly reciprocates by letting it happen, but he's also affectionate in more subtle ways. He grabs Shou's hand or arm more often than necessary to grab his attention, and when he's tired he's more prone to being the one to lean against Shou. Once they start officially dating, he's also pretty confident with hand-holding and kissing (although he prefers privacy for the latter).

-Before they officially start dating, Ritsu kind of thinks of Shou like his stray/outdoor cat. He comes and goes as he pleases, and Ritsu doesn't really have a good way to keep tabs on him (they are both useless with their phones for varying reasons). But he comes around every once in awhile, let's Ritsu feed him and rub his chin (metaphorically), brings him a dead rat (also metaphorically), before he takes off again. Ritsu tells himself it's good like that, but deep down, he wonders if Shou could ever be happy with a collar on (this is also metaphorical, but the first time Ritsu has the thought, he definitely has a meltdown as he agonizes internally about if that thought makes him a pervert). Anyway, Shou does eventually turn into an 'indoor cat', but he's the kind that meows until Ritsu takes him on a walk at 2am (usually metaphorical). (Fic idea is definitely in this one too).

-I confer with the typical fandom headcanons that Shou sneaks into Ritsu's room all the time and that Shou takes Ritsu on late night adventures.

-Shou can read Ritsu like a book. He knows Ritsu just wants to have fun despite the persona he puts on. He doesn't really get the point of it, but he loves the game of getting Ritsu to 'break character' and actually be real with him.

-Shou occasionally just lowkey stalks Ritsu. He calls it gathering intel, but he's legit just going invisible and following him around. He does it for a long time before Ritsu finally gets used to finding his aura and realizes it's happening. When he confronts Shou he has to explain why it's super messed up. ...But also Ritsu is kind of flattered in a way he knows he shouldn't be. It makes his chest feel funny. But by principle alone, it's wrong! So that's what he goes with. Shou is confused because he's pretty sure Ritsu liked it despite what he's saying, but he's got all the intel he needs, so he has no issues knocking it off. After that he only turns invisible to try to sneak up and scare Ritsu.

-They are both terrible at friendships before each other. Ritsu didn't realize friendships were more than talking about the weather until after he got close to Shou. Once he was close to him, he realized all he'd had were acquaintances. And it's weird because he didn't really understand loneliness until he got close to Shou, because all of a sudden he understood what it was like to miss someone. It actually leads to him making more friends. Shou on the other hand, never had friends his age who didn't work for his dad or were working on the rebellion with him. So his social skills are kind of off. And he makes friends when he starts going to school again, but they feel super shallow to him. They don't feel like ride-or-die, fight in a war with you friends. So he feels kinda disconnected even though he likes kids at school and hangs out with them. It takes awhile to find other friends that he really likes and trusts, especially because he compares all friendships to Ritsu. But eventually, through conversations with Ritsu about his own struggles, he figures out how to find people he relates to.

-These two really vary their activities. Sometimes they do the most mundane things like, 'Let's go fishing' or 'let's go to the arcade' and then other times it's like, 'Wanna see if we can break into the art gallery at midnight and hang a painting of our own?' or 'Let's levitate cars one space over and see if people notice when they come back.' They just have a lot of range, and no matter what is suggested, 99% of the time the person being asked is just like, 'Sure. Do you think I should bring a jacket?'

-These two also will just beat the shit out of each other for fun. Like, obviously there are limits (Shou still out powers Ritsu), but they also don't go easy on each other. As much as the trauma in their lives would makes someone think they'd be adverse to violence, sometimes they just need to let it out with someone trusted. So it works out.

-Shou loves the prickly parts of Ritsu so much. Like, anytime Ritsu is a little shit, Shou falls more in love. Meanwhile, anytime Shou does something creepy or calculated, Ritsu finds his mind at war because one part of his brain is screaming, "Red flag!" and the other is screaming (twice as loud), "Let's paint everything red! We love red!"

-After high school, Ritsu at the very least takes a gap year before college to just travel with Shou. At some point he'll get back to school, but Shou convinces him to do what he actually wants to do for once, so for a long while they just travel together.

Look, I could come up with so many more but I have to stop somewhere, and I feel like I'm getting excessive lol

As for fic recs, I definitely have some, but I've realized after getting asked this that my system for keeping track of fics I like is bad… Mainly because I don't one lol. Like, AO3 gave me all the tools and I ignored all of them. But I might try to get more organized and make a separate post with some recs. This answer is probably way too long anyway lol.

#Thank you for asking!#peyton answers asks #ritshou #long post #mp100 #mob pyscho 100

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kayrockerqog · 6 months

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Ah yes, at last, the day my brain insisted I prepare for, given what the prompt is!

Day 4 of @ygoc-week focuses on Relationships!

And, well, while there are several options to choose from when it comes to Musa's relationships, from her friendly rivalry with Misawa to her almost sibling like relationship with O'Brien to the eventual unofficial adoption by Cronos to even the absolute dumpster fire that is her thing with Asuka or Manjome...

...but I think we all know where this is going.

Thus, allow me to introduce the source of my Musa brainrot, the absolute peak which is: Leadershipping.

because what else is meant to happen when the emotionally stunted meets the emotionally vocal? the introvert meets the extrovert?? the touch-starved meets the physically affectionate??? the "what do you usually do while I'm gone" meets the "wait for you to come back 🥺💞"????

Strength and Temperance.

And now imma gush about it under the cut so have fun with that-

Okay for one, the fact he calls her Musey.

At first shes super adamant about him not calling her that, but it sorta just slips out anyways, and it isnt until her siblings arrive that Kenzan realizes "shhhhhit have I been triggering her this whole time" and starts calling her Musa.

But now its WEIRD because shes gotten used to him calling her that, and the nickname isnt really associated with her siblings anymore, it's with him.

So in their tag duel, one of her brothers calls her Musey, and she glares at him like "you're not allowed to call me that" but when she makes a good move and Kenzan excitedly grins at her like "atta girl, Musey!" and her brothers get pissy like:

"Hey, dont call her that, scum!"

"Actually, no, he's allowed to."

"WHY HIM?"

"Wait, I can?"

"Yes, I like when you do it. It sounds much nicer when you say it."

"HAH! TAKE THAT, I MADE YOUR INSULT INTO A GOOD THING >:D!"

and eventually he slips into even more nicknames, spanning from "my muse" to "songbird" and the like,,,

And while Musa doesnt really use nicknames, she DOES have a thing where once you pass a certain point in her head, she'll use your first name.

So after the tag duel victory and shes being squeezed to death in a victory hug, she just gently hugs him back like "Thank you, Tyranno..."

And he starts internally screaming-

BUT

But

This shit goes CRAZY once season three rolls around, because uh

Well

First off, the zombie stuff is a thing, and Musa hangs back to help organize the home base, but before the others leave she calls for Kenzan and places one of her cards in his hand "for emergencies, bring it back to me" and whatnot.

He nods and places it in his deck like immediately, hes still doing it as they walk off, and Musa's standing there watching them leave, and then Fubuki fucking Tenjoin shuffles over to her smirking like ">:)c well well, the queen of Ra has just given her champion a token of her affections~" and shes like "...nuh-uh-"

And when everyone gets back she just not so subtly sets aside an extra plate to give him since she knows he'd be hungrier and "it is a good contingency in case we need physical support, he is the strongest among us." And Fubuki just gives her this LOOK but she does NOT care because Kenzan's like "awww, Musey, you flatter me, saurus-"

But it ain't all good times in this neck of the woods, no SIR

Since

Well

You dont expect the loss of the emotionally vulnerable woman's emotional support (among three of her other companions) to go over well right-

Like shes already in a tizzy because the others are dying right? But like the second Kenzan dies she just completely shuts down, and somehow his bandana flutters down in front of her and its just

God its game over man

If Obrien and Jim didnt show up Musa wouldve torn Judai to SHREDS, the pure banshee scream of despair she let out was something no one wouldve expected out of her, it actually caused some of the others to flinch.

So naturally she's wearing the bandana for the rest of the season and when everyone makes it back in the end Musa's too busy making sure Sho is alright and also very awkwardly but affectionately hugging Jim and O'Brien before Jim nudges her like "Oi, Musey, lookit-" and Kenzan is there and now shes crying and HE'S crying and runs over and scoops her up in a spinny hug and just

It was the first proper ship art I drew for them, because I'm ill, all of this art is relatively old but fvakdndjaldnhsix I have mORE SKETCHES THESE TWO ARE LOWKEY WHAT SAVES ME FROM ART BURNOUT-

But yeah, this is super incoherent but I do not care, they are just,,, super sweet. The slight slowburn, the mutual "they're so awesome and cool why would they ever like me back", the genuine friendship, the fact Kenzan lowkey has guard dog energy around her. Ugh, I'm weak. I'm weak. I push them together like dolls.

#yes i will talk about them more dw #i have so much to say #but theres only so much one post will be suitable for fjskfnsjsk #yugioh gx #yugioh oc #yugioh oc week 23 #oc || musa vogel #yugi-fucking-oh #kay's arting #kay's yelling about musa again

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n30nwrites · 2 years

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Electricity

Finn Mikaelson with a significant other

No gender specified

Fluff with just a small bit of angst

TW- panic attacks mentioned, dying/death mentioned, killing,

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He spends 24/7 with his SO

So he notices quickly how touch starved you are

I mean he knew the first time he had ever touched you

It was 3 weeks since you had know each other, and he was started patting your head out of nowhere

I mean it was silent, you were reading and he was just sitting beside you, and out of nowhere, he just was patting your head.

You didn't say much, actually you leaned into the touch.

And of course he noticed it, he was a vampire after all.

It was a slight lean, and you closed your eyes and relaxed.

And from then on he was more touchy with you

He held your hand more often, and would let you play with his hands too

And this was before you started dating

Now that you're dating

He's 10x more cuddly with you

Always around you, no matter what event you are at

His hand is either holding yours, or around your waist or shoulders.

And in private, it's always cuddling.

Watching movies, reading, playing games.

You both cannot stop being with each other

And of course neither of you are annoyed

Anytime your around his siblings, he gets extra protective

Of course he knows about his siblings habit of killing each others lovers

And he'd be damned if anything would happen to you

He hated himself, it wasn't something that he hid. But you made things so much better for him. And with all the bad around him, someone could still see the good in him. And he had to protect the one good thing in his life

Of course his brothers made fun of him for how soft he was around you. They couldn't believe that their "bore" of an older brother fell in love with someone that wasn't sage.

And whenever there is an attack against the Mikaelsons?

You two are right next to each other in the fight.

You don't like being babied, and keeping you out of the fight would just make an arguement appear and you would find some way to help.

No matter a hybrid, werewolf, witch, vampire, or human. You fought. And you fought well

And he was right by your side, and somehow you were still touching.

And after the fight

He'd just stay by your side, grateful that you're alive.

He's also the type to just hold your face while you slept. Everything saying that his whole world was in the palm of his hands.

He would just look at you, needing you to be the last thing he saw when he went to sleep, and the first thing in the morning.

He was truly in love with you

And he would tell you everyday if you asked

You made his immortality worth it. That being stuck in that coffin for a thousand years was nothing compared to even the thought of losing you

Many nights he had actually cried to just the thought of you dying

IF YOU WERE ANYTHING BUT A VAMPIRE;

God he'd be so insistent in you turning

Never forcing you, he would never take that choice away from you

But he'd want you to so badly

I mean if you were a werewolf he would try and ask Klaus for help

A witch, he'd ask Kol for help (because we all know it affected Kol the most, losing his magic)

A human, well he'd ask Elijah (he still didn't understand them)

The first time you actually bled in front of him made him realize it

And you didn't know how much it effected him until one night, when you saw that he was having a panic attack

He had a dream that you had died and he couldn't do anything

You had to comfort him, try to reassure him that you were still alive

In a way, it made you consider turning for him

You knew the hell he went through, he wasn't shy about his past. But Finn didn't have anyone to help him adjust to the change

You would have him

You'd kiss him, not letting him know of your decision just yet.

And he'd kiss you back like he was dehydrated, and only kissing you could save him

Kissing him was like electricity tumbling through his lips and giving you an adrenaline rush. Like two Magnets that had to stay connected, you could always find each other

Kissing him was true love, he was your lover. Someone that held you through the rough times, and cherished you through it all.

Finn Mikaelson was yours

And you were his.

#finn mikaelson #Finn mikaelson x gn reader #finn mikaelson x reader #the vampire diaries #the originals #tvd #TO #Finn x gn reader #Finn x reader

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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Me: "I should play honkai for genshin lore It'll be fine."

Also me: *Finds new men to simp over and realize they have MASSIVE yandere vibes*

Goddamn Kevin Kaslana and Otto Apocalypse THEM IT'S THEM The blonde one is Otto and The one with white hair is Kevin

Oh and Otto has a weird thing for cross dressing

Despite all this Kevin is actually a good guy. Otto is the bitch here, he has a habit of experimenting on children, about 300+ kids to be exact, gaslighting women and being an incel.

Plus Kevin has this thing where his body temperature is -30° so he can't touch anyone without hurting them (This was in the honkai manga not the game). AHHH imagine a yandere scenario where can't touch you to keep you safe so he just kills everyone around you until he's the only one left 😳 Or maybe you're someone who can't be affected by his subzero body temperature, he's touch starved and very much in need of affection and kindness after everything he's been through :(( oh and he's also immortal

Otto is the hard one to explain here, manipulative bastard, nearly everything bad that happened in game in Honkai is bc of him. Not to mention he has an obsession with this girl he fell in love with like 600 years ago but she didn't like him back because she was a lesbian lmfao (Yeah he's immortal😒). So when she died he tried to bring her back to life. This lead him to make a clone of the girl he liked but the clone ended up hating him, rip ig. So here's a scenario. You're one of the successful clones of the girl he loved (Her name is Kallen), perfect and resemble her so much in every single way. And so basically he keeps you n shit, gaslights, manipulates, and gatekeeps you from everyone. You can add another scenario where clone darl tries to escape him but Idk that might get too long.

I won't force ya to write for them but jesus christ these men right here have MASSIVE yandere vibes. Honkai men have so much more trauma than Genshin men it's so funny 😭😭 plus none of them look like boys or young these are GROWN MEN and they got the goods😳

Here's a pic of them together

Kevin has a booba window but no booba :((

Rich manipulative bastard probably puts you on a leash with full bdsm gear and a ball gag while he sips wine. Doesn't he just scream arrogant

Anyways thats all bye 😘 Have fun on your trip btw

I'm sorry the name Otto Apocalypse is killing me ahaha but yeah that's 😳😳 Hot... ngl I don't mind the baby-faced boyish shorties we got tho, I love those types of guys, but more mature men are also v gud

#lena's asks #q

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skiyooomis · 4 years

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inarizaki boys + relationships

a/n: just my favorite boys and random relationship hcs <3

ft. kita, aran, miya twins, and suna

— Kita Shinsuke

he always checks up on you every second he can

invites you to dinner like... everyday (his granny loves you so much)

never let's you ride the train alone, makes sure you're always standing in front of him

he gets you flowers everytime you go on dates... kita-san stop being such a gentleman i'll cry

movie nights!!! if you watch scary ones he'll make fun of you for being scared... he proceeds to scream 2 minutes later .

if you get genuinely scared from them he'll cuddle with you and reassure you that it's just a movie

don't forget the forehead kisses 😿

so many of them too !! ur doing hw? kith. ur helping out at volleyball practice? kith again.

the twins call him a simp but get a volleyball to a head

— Aran Oijiro

literally the sweetest person ever

he dislikes relationships with no communication so he tries his best to ask if anything's wrong everyday

you always reassure him that everything's fine though

the best jokes Ever. it's even better because his laugh is so contagious

you may or may not take his smartness to your advantage with study sessions. but he also has the best methods

"y/n solve this and i'll give you a kiss."

you suddenly knew how to do the problem

his family absolutely adores you??

you're at a family outing and his aunties are lining up to talk to you

if you're playing with his cousins he suddenly starts thinking about having kids with you in the future

THE HUGS!! so comfortable. feels like you're hugging a teddy bear

head pats. that's it.

most definitely husband material.

— Miya Osamu

makes the best food over omg

you forgot your bento? don't worry. he knows this would happen so he made you one in advance

his hoodies smell so nice you just Have to snatch a few

most definitely confronts you about your growing hoodie collection

not your fault they smell so much like him

"y/n please give me back some of my hoodies"

"give me more onigiris and i'll think about it"

you're his personal cheerleader!! you wear his jersey at his game.

blows at kiss at you and your brain malfunctions.

doesn't like you going to his house because he doesn't want atsumu to annoy you

always lets you open up to him, he wants you to be happy

if you're short, he definitely uses you as an arm rest.

if you're tall, you both literally look like runway models

cheek kisses as goodbyes i'm crying

where can i get an osamu

— Miya Atsumu

oh god

the most chaotic couple ever

most likely banned from half the stores in hyogo

literally you both have the same energy it's kinda scary

grocery trips at 3am with atsumu pushing you in the shopping cart

he tells you horrible pick up lines

"do you have a name? or can i call you mine"

"atsumu i'll break up with you right here, right now"

"y/n-chan yer so mean!"

ARCADE DATES!!

he tries to win all of them to impress you but he loses more than half of them

it's okay because you gave him a kiss for trying

brags to his teammates about you 24/7

doesn't even realize he's rambling about you until osamu tells him to shut up

you always have to remind him to stop over practicing or else he'll get himself hurt

if you add in the puppy dog eyes he'll definitely stop

his cuddles are the best i don't make the rules

already has your guy's wedding planned

— Suna Rintaro

lazy but still an amazing boyfriend

whenever you watch him at practice he always tries harder

has a hair tie around his wrist all the time just for you

back hugs.

whenever he's tired he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your head

you guys have spa days

you do face masks together and gossip about people from school mainly the twins

prefers linking pinkies instead of holding hands

he just doesn't want you to get lost

probably touch starved so he begs you for kisses

you always say no at first then give in (he's just that powerful)

does this thing where he unconsciously buys your favorite snack at the store

gives it to you and boom! million kisses for suna

he keeps blushing like crazy are you okay

you guys have the best music taste, most likely have a joint playlist togther

when you both hang out with the twins, you team up to make fun of them

"y/n and suna please get a room yer killing me here." -atsumu

"oi, shut yer trap you piss haired scrub." -you

sorry this was long i love him sm

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 5 years

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I thought they deserved a little light fun for their trouble.

Part 15: Excursion

When you come to.. you can feel his presence next to you. Every languid movement of his rough fingertips sliding and dancing meticulously over the skin of your back, over soft hills and along the creases of valleys of the small rolls of your sides.. it all seems wonderfully endless like Nirvana is a place reached through portals embedded in his touch. It’s so expansive there’s no room to feel anything else because then you’d have to come down.. and you would rather stay in heaven. His fingers work overtime never ceasing, lightly exploring the land that is your body as you lay still with eyes closed, melded with the soft pillow, half awake. Awake enough to feel his soft flower petal soft lips press into your cheek repeatedly.. healing caresses.

“You look so peaceful.” The soft whisper is barely audible but you hear him and feel his breath lightly at your ear, those lips ghosting ever so subtly over your lobe before trailing in a whisper-soft line from your jaw to your shoulder. “Hello, beautiful.” The smile in his voice makes you warm and you fight the muscles in your face to stay neutral. “I saw that,” he chuckles referring to the slight twitch of your cheek. “You’re not sleep.” You can feel the light rush of air from his words on your skin. You whine not wanting to leave your cloud. His palm rubbing your right buttcheek in soothing circles threatens to put you right back to sleep until he grips both cheeks and spreads them exposing your center to the air. The bed moves and the cool air is eclipsed by his finger sliding through your lower lips and then the slick feel of his tongue.

“Turn for me,” he whispers putting a hand on your side and encouraging your motion as you roll onto your back. It’s amazing he didn’t yank or toss you as much as he’d manhandled you, you smirk. “What’s so funny?” He smiles and you shake your head.

“I was just thinking about how gentle you’re being. You’re never gentle like this.”

“You wouldn’t know.. We’ve had sex one time…”

—

“That was more than once,” she scoffed causing Erik to bury his face in her neck to be close again. There was something about the proximity. He loved being able to reach out and touch, feel, and caress someone. It gave him the intimacy he so often lacked being who he was in the life he was in. There wasn’t much room for this.. soft shit. There wasn’t much room for anything deeper than a quick session and he wasn’t really touching like this. He was groping, pulling, and shoving. Typically, that was perfectly fine and even preferable.. but in moments like these, he remembered how good it felt.. How normal.. Slow and simple touch.

“I count that as one time,” he whispered. Despite the number of rounds, if they’d kept going it was always one time. He must’ve tickled her with his beard or something because she tucked her chin.

She was more relaxed than Erik had ever seen her. Her breathing was even as she lied still, her lazy smile liberated from her daily insecurity and apprehension. Her body held no tension. It was a rare and welcome moment where no anxiety seemed to hassle her. Her mind seemed clear and her pretty brown skin had a natural glow marked with small bruises from his tight grasp and his bite. The bruises were of her neck, titties, thighs, and waist though they were faint. The combination of elements to create the masterpiece he was currently appraising brought him pride like he hadn’t felt in a while since dealing with his subs. He’d done this. His touch, his words, his dick.. they had brought the most peaceful version of her to the forefront, a visible change. This was her at her most beautiful. Her body moved naturally with no hesitation, breathing in and out easily. He smiled at her humored expression as she laid still on her back and analyzed him, not even focused on the fact that she’d thoughtlessly lifted her leg allowing him to settle between her fleshy thighs.

Her mound was still heated as he covered her entire pussy with his mouth in a passionate lock, his tongue sweeping her lips as if it were her mouth and tongue dancing with his. His tongue flattened on the underside of her clit and he drew it into his mouth, closing his eyes and drifting to a different zone, absentmindedly sucking and flicking as he sighed in contentment. Y/N’s sharp grip on his locs at the root pulled him back to reality and he heard her soft moans growing increasingly more strained. She was close. He continued even when she came, collecting the sloppy prize he’d worked for on his tongue even as she pushed at his head and shoulders. Stop? Now? Stopping now would be like ordering and waiting on the food and leaving when it finally came to the table. That would be a wasted trip. This was the part of sex where she’d realize that no other nigga would ever make her feel like this and that he couldn’t be replaced. This was the point where all of his subs got addicted. It wasn’t necessarily just the dick, though his stick was magic. It was his immaculate tongue game because he ate for her pleasure as well as his own. He put his forearms over her thighs and under her kneecaps, locking his hands over her pelvis freezing her in position so she couldn’t run. He watched her struggle as he continued to feast, humored by her attempts to flee as she came again, heaving. He was having fun and she wouldn’t take that from him.

When he was good and ready, he released her and her body melted back into the bed like a marionette doll with its strings released. She looked surprised but resigned when he hopped up lining himself up at her entrance, unable to gather the strength or momentum to stop him. He could see in her already sated face that she didn’t expect to get dick too.. again.

“Clenching already,” he mused lowering his chest to hers, rocking into her so that the mattress bounced and shook. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him and he kissed her jaw whispering in her ear as she replied breathlessly in his.

“This pussy wet as hell.. Who got your pussy this wet?”

“You, daddy.”

“Yeah? Say that shit again.. You like when daddy fuck you like this baby?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Say you like this fat dick up in that pussy.”

His dick twitched in her when she repeated him and he had her say it over and over. He knew she had to have felt it, her power.

“You sound so fuckin good.. You finna cum? Say my name when you cum.”

“Eriiiiikk,” she gasped like a prayer rocking under his weight. That was it, he knew it was either pull out or prepare for children neither of them were ready for. He pulled out, releasing a large load on her stomach watching as some of it pooled in her bellybutton and some slid down a crease in her side. Damn.

As he sat catching his breath, he looked over the room and back to Y/N once more. She was at peace yeah, but if she was anything like him.. and he knew she was.. she was starving and probably a little bit weak after exerting all that energy.

“Aight so, I like laying up with you and shit woopdeewoo, but a nigga need nutrition, you feel me? I gotta eat something other than pussy or my whole mood finna be fucked up and don’t none of us want that.”

“Pick my outfit,” she sighed stalling for more time in bed to collect herself.

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Tugging your afro back out and into place after leaning on the seat in the uber next to Erik who tried to suffocate you the entire ride with his mild scent of delicious spice.. you clack down the sidewalk with your black red bottom heels and mid-thigh length kimono style red dress while Erik strides next to you in a red long sleeved shirt that looks like it's made of a soft material. It clings to the defined cuts of his body mapping out his pecs and broad shoulders in a way that looks effortless. He wears a gold Rolex and his gold-rimmed glasses sit on his nose as he looks ahead not even trying to be the model that he is. His hair is tamed today, molded over to the side and his black pants look tailored because they fit his long legs perfectly. His black loafers are like new.

"What you looking at," he asks suddenly, eyes still forward. You could bite him he looks smells so yummy.

"You. You clean up nice," you tease.

"Was that a compliment? Damn, I fucked you real good," he gapes causing you to stop walking, the clacking on the sidewalk ceased. He turns, to face you with a smirk like you're tripping.

"See, you do too much that's why I don't say anything. You get the big head."

"Come kiss me," his fingers curl beckoning.

"No," you pout stepping around him feeling him pull you back.

"Yes."

Yes, your mind agrees. But your stubborn mouth says, "No," and your stubborn feet walk off.

"Such a brat," he chuckles beside you again. "How you compliment me and get mad?"

"Erik ain't nobody messing with y--Dude.. It's so freaking tall," you gape coming to a stop to look up at the Reunion Tower standing creme white in the midst of shorter buildings which are also tall. You've only just noticed it somehow. It looks like something that would be in a theme park, like the Drop Zone. You can see the little windows at the top.

"561 feet. The 15th tallest building in Dallas. We can go see the 1st too if you want.. I never asked if you were afraid of heights," he says and you can see him eyeing you from the corner of your eye. "You nervous?"

"It's a good nervous, I'm excited." Bouncing with anxious energy, you forge ahead watching the building get taller the closer you stand.

"Two day and night tickets," Erik says pulling his wallet. The dim lighting with the bright blue lights on the walls remind you of an aquarium the way it's artfully done, cool and blue with an air of fun. It's a creative space, very cozy. Suddenly it doesn't feel like you're casually hanging out anymore. It feels like an honest to God date.

"This looks so cool," you whisper looking around. "What's that green light for?"

"Green screen," a lady with a vest and nametag smiles. "Would you like a picture?"

"Ye-"

"No, but thank you," Erik interrupts.

"Erik, come up a bit you're not camera shy. I know you're not. As pretty as you think you are?"

"Nah. We can take pictures I just rather we do it ourselves so that we have control over where it goes and how it's used."

"Erik.. it's one picture. Come on," you prod. It's not the money and it's not his looks. What other reason would there be for not taking a picture with you right now? "Is it me?"

"Why would it--" he narrows his eyes and drops his head looking irritated before shaking his head in relent. "Aight. Fine. Let's take the damn picture."

"Attitude?" He needs to check it. A photo shouldn't frustrate him so much. It's just a photo. You step closer and he puts his arm around your waist. "Can you smile?" He smiles and you look to the camera to smile getting the shot. "So where do we pick up the picture?"

"We'll print it and then it'll be available for purchase but it'll take a few minutes."

"We'll wait," you say walking to appreciate the walls lit blue and white in patterns. "Don't the white lights kind of look like fireflies?"

"Fireflies... I can see why you'd say that," he mumbles from behind. Probably still salty about the picture. "Hey."

"What," you say turning around noticing the phone held up in his hand. "Really nigga? Delete it. You got me off guard, it probably looks crazy. The corners of his lips turn up as he continues watching his phone screen. "You still taking pictures. I see your thumb. Stop, wait! You try to pose on the spot and he keeps snapping as you move to a different pose, touching the wall. He changes angles, squatting. "Get my good side," you instruct tilting your head down and to the left.

"All your sides are good sides," he says dryly before standing and flipping through the shots he'd taken. When he looks up your phone is in your hand aimed at him and you already have two similar looking photos of him standing there looking delicious, flipping through his gallery. One corner of his mouth lifts mischievously and you capture that too. He grins wide like a toddler and you snap three pictures of that watching him come back with his camera on you. "Aight, Goofy, go check on the picture."

You go to pick it up and it's you two in front of the building like a post card only they fit the entire building and some background into the photo. It's great quality and the way Erik holds you close to himself you look like a real couple. He pulls it from your fingertips to look it over.

"We do look good," he says staring at it before handing it back. "Let's go look around some more."

Walking alongside Erik, you walk through a square-panneled hall lit a reddish orange. It's like you're on your way into a 90s dance club or a rave. At the end is an elevator and another lady in a vest. This time she's black and when you enter the elevator it's kind of dark and blue.

"Oh my God," you pant excitedly making out Erik's blue grin as the woman in the vest walks in behind you and presses a button that dings. The doors close.

"So welcome to the reunion tower one! My name's LeAsia I'm your elevator ambassador for this afternoon and to our rear, this is the Eastside of Dallas. Our first view." Natural light floods the elevator through the window and you see treetops and buildings along with a whole lot of big blue sky. It looks like a post card. "It gets better the higher we go." The higher the elevator goes, the more expansive the view becomes as the image disappears and reappears with the passing of each floor marker. 16 seconds is all it takes to get up since the elevator is moving so quickly. The elevator ambassador mentioned the exact speed, but you forgot it as soon as she said it. "When we reach the geo deck we will be 150 meters above ground. You can see everything within a 35 mile radius." Now THIS view is beautiful.

"Cool," you blurt watching more land come into view. Erik's quiet chuckle has you glancing over and he's watching you.

"You guys are so cute," the ambassador whispers and you smile at her before looking back to the scenery. The elevator door opens. "Here we go," she says and when you step out there's holographic wallpaper and a buttload of people, but it's not so crowded that you can't move about freely. Stepping around the groups, you head to the long row of floor to ceiling windows.

"You can actually go outside," you point pulling Erik by the hand as you lead him to the doors where the wind blows loudly. There are little telescopes or whatever you call them that let you zoom in when looking at different buildings. "This is amazing," you grin standing to look out over the city as your fro blows about. His locs get flung around a bit too and you try not to laugh because you know yours is windblown as well. The sun looks like it's across from you and a train goes by underneath you in a slow crawl. It looks like a toy.

"Let me look," Erik says taking control of the scope. He looks to be enjoying it as much as you. When you're both done on the deck, you go back inside and look around some more, exploring before deciding lunch has been delayed long enough. You still hadn't eaten and his stomach had reminded you both of that fact.

"In here," he says walking into a place called Cloud 9. "Shit, all these fuckin old ass colonizers this shit look like a Cracker Barrel."

"But that view though!" The view was to die for, glass all around. You didn't mind the old white people, you just wanted to sit there and look out of the large windows. You were both seated and the food didn't take too long thankfully and it wasn't bad at all. As a matter of fact you were surprised by the presentation.

"You gonna eat that,” Erik asks pointing to the cocktail shrimps left over from your appetizer, taking them before you can answer, he takes one plopping it in his big mouth as you gape at him watching him chew obnoxiously.

“You could’ve waited and I would’ve told you that I did plan to finish it I’ve just been caught up with this entree.”

“That’s obviously why I didn’t wait,” he says eating another. Nodding, the petty side of you kicks in and you pretend to go for another forkful of your chicken before stabbing into his New York strip steak with your knife. His eyes bulge as you slide it to the edge of his plate before he blocks you, pulling on your hand along with your fork and angrily shoving both to your side of the table.

“WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU,” he snaps quietly looking disgusted. You’re taken aback, but press forward masking your mild discomfort. He ain’t have to get that mad.

“I want a piece..,” you murmur. Your fork waits for the next drop in his defenses.

“No. You know I hate sharing food that’s why you got your own, you should’ve ordered the steak if that’s what you wanted.”

“But I didn’t want the whole steak, I just wanted to try it and now that I see how it looks I just want a bite..” He fights your fork again.

“No. Hell no.” He continues to smack, his eyes on his plate and head shaking like he’s still offended you’d even dare try something like that. It’s annoying, his reaction, but you’re not mad. This is a perfect opportunity to try out the new card he’s given you to play. It hasn’t been lost on you, his tendency to melt over a single word.

“Hmmm,” you pout feeling semi-foolish. “Please daddy?” His chew slows as he makes eye contact, his expression dull. You wait to see how he’ll respond.

“…No,” he blurts returning to his food, but the fact that his response has softened has you itching to try it again.

“Pleeeease daddy? Just a piece?”

He blows an irritated breath through his mouth as he looks from his plate, off to the side through the window, and back up to your eyes. Rolling his eyes he cuts a bite-sized piece and plops it on your plate bringing a grin to your face that he ignores shaking his head and returning to his food.

“Can I have a sip of your drink,” you cheese watching him.

“Y/N… Don’t push it,” he warns with a stern look to say you're too transparent.

“Please daddy, just a tiny sip,” you push pouting innocently and pinching the air. Stabbing the bite of steak he gave up, you put it in your mouth. It’s tender. He continues to ignore you. That won’t do. You wave a hand in front of his face drawing his wild eyes. He looks irritated.

“…Don’t do that shit,” he sneers returning to his food with an eyeroll. Touchy… It seems there are limits to his generosity even with the password and you back off, not wanting to wake the beast. You'd both been having so much fun. Suddenly he sits back in his seat and smirks. “You so fuckin scaryy… I think you get anxious when you see certain facial expressions. I noticed that when we had sex, you bitch up a lot when someone’s facial expression is aggressive. What you think I'm finna do to you? Seriously. Don’t look at me like that,” he chuckles noting your sudden irritation.

"Oh you like to play," you nod going back to your food. "That's okay."

“What your short ass finna do, dwarf? You telling me you got hands? …Huh?" He kicks your foot under the table and you jump giving him the evil eye.

"Stopp."

"You got hands, lil one? Can you fight? If a bitch touch you right now, you ready?"

"What?"

"Nah, you a runner. You sprint from bitches. You sprint from niggas. You sprint from the dick. You damn near FloJo when it come to conflict. Usain Bolt on that ass.”

"I don't have to suffer these fallacies and fairy tales." You start to get up from the table and walk away from him and his patronizing conversation but change your mind because it would only bring him joy proving his point. Instead, you sip your lemonade and look out of the window. No he didn't say Usain Bolt. “You’re irritating as hell.” His head cocks to the side with those damned judging eyes and you kiss your teeth.

“Aww,” he teases, his lower lip hanging in a pout. “Babygirl mad?… Grow up. Conflict will always be there. We're gonna grow you up today. That's what we're gonna do."

"Grow me what," you scoff drawing back.

"A spine."

"No thanks, I have one."

"Then why you drinking lemonade when you asked for tea?"

".....Shut up. I like lemonade too, so I didn't really mind."

"That's not the point. Direct that energy to the waiter and ask for a sweet tea."

---

Erik watched as she looked at the waiter, raising her hand halfway and lowering it awkwardly when he turned to another table not seeing her. It was so sad. She put her finger up again and he looked pass her not even seeing her and turning around. She put her finger back down looking awkwardly to Erik who stared her down in disappointment. He raised his brow. Was that it?

"You're in Texas... If you you wild out one time, who is gonna know? Do something." She seemed to understand reading his mind and she stood to follow the waiter. He turned when she reached him and Erik saw their mouths moving. The waiter nodded and she smiled before making her way back to the table.

"He said he'll bring me a sweet tea, it was a mixup," she smiled again fidgeting and adjusting her dress.

"Put your hands flat on the table," he ordered and confused, she obeyed. Her eyes were wide in question, but he waited until she calmed down. "You look beautiful. And you did okay, I'll give you a C+. Now eat your food." She paused before deciding to pick up her fork again and this time she didn't fidget.

"Where to," he asked when they were out on the sidewalk walking aimlessly. He didn't really care where they went. He was at peace just walking, but he knew she wouldn't last in those heels all day.

"Let's go to the tallest building," she smiled suddenly.

"We can do that.. it's a bank though," he chuckled as she frowned. He pulled out his phone. "Okay how about.. Hm. You've been shopping already. We ate. You wanna hit up the amusement park?"

"YES," she yelled pulling out her phone with a quickness to pull up the uber app on her phone.

"Well damn. I would've taken you to one before if I knew you'd get this excited."

She grinned in response. The trip wasn't bad and the park had just opened. She wanted to do everything, pulling him everywhere. First, he had to stop in a shop and buy her some sandals she could walk in, letting her carry her heels in the plastic bag the sandals came in.

"Oh my God," she groaned, "God bless flip flops."

"I wish God would bless them dogs attached to your ankles," he mumbled just to mess with her. In actuality, he wasn't even paying attention to them Ruff Ryder's.

"My feet are done, don't you ever in your life come for me," she pointed gripping him up aggressively by front of his shirt. She ain't mean to, but she was turning him on.

"I'm sorry, don't hurt me," he pleaded shrinking up. He laughed till his stomach hurt when she unleashed smacking his arm repeatedly like she could possibly hurt him. "Aw shit," he breathed between cackles. She hit him once more, mad that she couldn't do damage and he wiped the tears from his eye. He caught her hand, wrapping her up in and embrace when she tried again, redirecting her to a ride. "Look at the person bungee jumping," he pointed using her hand. She was easily distracted. "You wanna jump," he asked suddenly wondering how much she weighed. These things always had weight limits. This was something he didn't usually need to think about with his other subs because they were built differently, but for her safety now he had to ask. "How much do you weigh?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. That wasn't a good enough answer and he didn't want her to be embarrassed if she exceeded the weight limit. He looked around wondering what they could actually do. That's when he saw the Skycoaster.

"Come on." He pulled her toward the ride and when their turn came, instead of risking riding in the same sling, he decided to go first as a Guinea pig and demonstration since he carried some weight as well. He was secured over a sling-shot like peice of equipment and laying on his belly with his limbs free when it pulled him back further and further and further. Higher and higher into the air. Based on the trajectory, he knew he'd take off. Further and further back he was dragged as Y/N watched him from afar. They were really building the anticipation. He could feel the wind as he was high up. Higher still. And then he bounced dangling in the air as if he'd reached the end. Suddenly he dropped and while his adrenaline raced, he felt like he was soaring. He shot forward before the tension pulled him back and we swung back and forth dangling and twisting this way and that in the air. He could hear Y/N scream and it tickled him. He could imagine how she'd scream when it was her turn.

Finally he danced back and forth close to the ground at a distance and pace where he could be freed.

"Your turn little one," he smirked watching as she was secured, her face now nervous. He held her bag of shoes and her flip flops. "Breathe," he reminded her, breathing in and out visibly to direct her. "It's fun. It's like flying," he grinned watching her wide eyes on him as she was pulled back further and higher. "RELAX," he yelled chuckling with the ride operator.

"AHHHHHHHSSJKLHG," she screamed as she was dropped. He almost pissed himself from laughing as she screeched, thrown back and forth. She finally calmed down when she realized it was almost over and she was closer to the ground, moving slower. He watched her try to act like she wasn't just screaming bloody murder as his eyes creased with tears. "Shut up," she huffed walking up, her equilibrium thrown off. He couldn't help it. He had to get one last hard laugh in as he turned away so she couldn't see his face. She still heard him and hit him again. "It's not funny," she frowned.

"The way you screamed gibberish like that, baby, it was hilarious." She'd stormed off but she was still barefoot which didn't help a nigga trying not to laugh. "I got your shoes," he called after her, his voice cracking with the laugh he'd tried to smother.

"Leave me alone," she yelled. She wasn't mad, just mildly embarrassed and trying to move away from the ride as quickly as possible. He decided to humor her. This was fun.

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Your bio says you're still doing prompts, so I have a prompt if that's okay? Dan is touched starved, and he's been bugging Arin a lot to get him to tickle him. Please and thank you!

There are mentions of smut in this one! It’s pretty light though, not too bad.

“FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK THIS GOD DAMN BULLSHIT!” Dan bursted out laughing at this. Arin had screamed this about the three times now. He was starting to actually get mad with this game, or rather, with Dan. Just because he has an option to take his stars doesn’t mean he should!

This was only the first episode of Kirby’s Dream Course they had recorded today so far, but already, Arin wanted to call it quits, even if they were putting out some quality humor. Finally, they ended the level with Dan winning with four stars, (three of which were Arin’s!) and Arin losing with just one.

He knew that it was just a game, and if he got mad at it visibly/audibly, then over three million would know that he’s a bit too childish at the heart.

Including Dan. No, especially Dan.

But Dan’s always doing this sort of thing! Arin knows he means well, that he’s only joking, but damn it, couldn’t he at least let him win one game?

Dan flashed a toothy grin at Arin from his right. He was sitting criss-crossed on the couch with the controller in hand, sitting a little closer to Arin then normal.

You know, come to think of it, Dan was being a lot more physical lately. I mean, think about it- the extra hugging, back rubbing, hand holding… That’s when it hit him. It smacked Arin right in the face.

Dan was just touch starved.

But oh no no no, he had no right to do this. He was being a little shit on purpose, too. He had upped the ante just to get on Arin’s bad side until he’d finally attack. Well, just you wait, kiddo, he thought. You’ll get your just desserts.

The moment Dan shut off the tv, Arin pounced, forcing them both to the ground, and also forcing Dan to shriek in surprise. “Arin- what-”

“You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing?” Dan suddenly felt a lot smaller under his boyfriend. Arin’s hands were pinning himself above Dan on the floor, on either side of the not-so-grump’s head. It almost made him feel trapped, like only Arin was in control now.

He kind of liked it. Still, he had to play it cool. “I-I’m sorry?”

Arin huffed. “You know what I’m talking about. You’re egging me on, just so you could trick me into tickling you!”

Dan felt himself blushing quickly. “No I’m not! Why would I?” Arin smirked and chuckled as if he was laughing at him. “You’re touch starved. And it’s my job to feed you. So… What are you craving?”

If Dan was blushing before, then that was nothing compared to the shade he was turning now. “I- I really don’t know what you mean..” Dan tried to play it cool, but he knew it probably wouldn’t work anyways.

“You mean you really don’t want me to do… This?” Arin slowed scratched Dan’s left side with his index finger, hoping to tease him over the edge.

Dan bit his lip from letting out a giggle. He didn’t want to give Arin the satisfaction. Either way, he figured he was going to get wrecked one way or another. Why not make a game of it? Why not try to win?

But the outlooks didn’t look so good for Dan when he felt Arin’s one finger turn into a hand tickling up his side, now going all the way to his ribs and back down. He squeaked when a sneaky finger went off course and found a particularly sensitive spot in between his ribs.

Arin gushed. “Did you just squeak? Do it again!” Dan shook his head. “I wihihill nohohot- shihihihit!” Dan knew he was fucked now- once he starts laughing, he can’t stop.

“There we go, there’s that laughter I missed.” Dan snorted and turned red yet again, hiding his face in his shoulder, losing the last bit of pride he had left.

“You make such funny noises when I tickle you. Very amusing.” Arin smiled. “Maybe I should keep tickling you here, since you obviously like it so much.” Dan’s laughter went up an octave when Arin’s other hand went under his arm.

“IHIHI DO NAHAHAT!”

“Oh, but I think you do! This whole time, you haven’t even tried to push me away!” Even though that might’ve been true, Dan had started squirming from his worst spot already being tormented. Still, he couldn’t deny he was having fun. But it was driving him nuts.

“ARIHIHIN, PLEHEHEASE!” Dan begged. Arin sighed dramatically, knowing he’d have to take it down a notch. “Alright, alright.” He stilled his hands, but kept them where they were, making sure Dan wouldn’t try any funny business.

Arin gave him a moment to calm himself- he was still giggling like mad. “Arihihin, come ohohon man-”

“Don’t you ‘come on man’ me. We’ve just started. We haven’t even been to the part where I realize how turned on you get, and I say, ‘Let’s take this in another room.’” Dan gawked. “What?!”

“You know what.” Arin took a glance down at Danny’s crotch. “Just as I suspected.” Dan was so surprised that he was confused how he hadn’t already started hyperventilating.

“A-Arin, I- I’m-” Arin put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, dude. I think it’s fun tickling you. And it always has a happy ending… For the both of us.” Arin wore a sly, teasing grin.

“I- um..” Arin giggled at how cute his boyfriend was. “Come on, let’s take this to another room.”

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