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their reaction to you wearing a flavoured lipstick

task force 141 x reader headcanons

synopsis: headcanons of how would they react when the reader wears a flavoured lipstick/lip gloss/lip balm

notes: can you tell who is my favourite?

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warnings: mentions of smoking, occasional swearing, tooth-rotting fluff

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Captain 'John' Price - chocolate and red velvet

He may be slightly old-fashioned and love it when you wear red lipstick as he considers it a classy, but bold choice of colour

He is aware that you own more than one red lipstick, yet he secretly cannot differentiate one shade from another. Not that he'll ever let you know

That is until one day you visit him at work. He won't let it show, but he becomes jealous the second you walk in the base, your lips painted in a rich, velvety crimson. He cannot take his eyes off you, hypnotized by the captivating movement of your lips as you speak to him, telling him about your day and what you thought you should have for dinner.

John does not miss the hungry looks that are thrown across your way. He is quick to snake his hand around your waist and usher you to his office, where he could be the only one relishing in the allure the red lipstick cast over you-

"John, you're not really listening, are you?" your playful tone snaps him out of his reverie, a sheepish look plastered on his face.

"Love, did I ever tell you how much red lipstick suits you?"

"Only twice per day and more than ten times per night…" you roll your eyes at his antics, cupping his cheeks in your hands and planting a kiss at the corner of his lips, letting out a small giggle as his stubble tickled your lips.

"Well, I am headed home to get started on that dinner you didn't pay attention to!" you keep teasing him, amused by his dazzled expression. Little did you know, you had him wrapped around your finger.

"A…Alright, drive safe! I'll be there as soon as I finish this paperwork!"

Only he spends the next hour daydreaming about your red lips and the tender way they made contact with his skin, the phantom touch still lingering on the corner of his lips. Unconsciously, he traces his tongue over the place, freezing when he feels a mild flavour of chocolate.

He checks it once again, partially ashamed of the childish gesture. If any of his teammates caught him at that moment, they wouldn't let him live it down. But the subtle taste is there, sweet yet distant, almost as if it was teasing him.

The paperwork's long forgotten before he realizes it must be your lipstick. You might have told him that you found a new flavoured collection, but he had been too busy staring at your giddy figure to pay attention.

So he becomes a man with a plan and does not delay heading home anymore. The drive there seems endless, but it's all worth it the moment he opens the door and sees you standing by the kitchen counter, wearing the apron he gave you for Christmas

One second he's by the door, the next he's smashing his lips against yours, a small sigh of pleasure leaving him as he relishes in the now-intense aroma of chocolate.

"Warn an old man next time, will ya?"

From that day on, he starts calling you "chocolate". The pet name raises a few eyebrows here and there, but none of you are bothered by it. Not when you could tease him about his newly-found sweet tooth and he could lose himself in your delicate kisses.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley - strawberries and cigarettes

There are times when he becomes a heavy smoker, sitting on the balcony of your shared apartment and burning through a pack in one day while his mind is mulling over the previous or the next mission

In times like those, he has nothing against your presence, secretly enjoying when you lay his head atop his shoulder and hug him from behind, but he always refuses to kiss you afterwards, arguing that the acrid taste of cigarettes would gross you out

It definitely doesn't- it is an integral part of him that you'd come to accept and love- and now you couldn't live without it

Until one evening, you opt to sit across him, leaning your hands on the balcony railing, while your eyes wander over the city lights. Over the course of your relationship with Simon, you had grown used to his long bouts of silence, becoming accustomed to all of his telltale signs: his left eyebrow would twitch when he doesn't like something, his right foot would continuously tap against the ground when he is distressed.

Three cigarettes in, and his foot is reenacting Radetzky's March. He is utterly unaware of the amused glances you steal at him

"Something the matter, love?" you ask him in a sweet tone, trying to pull off your most innocent face.

"'s nothing", he begins hesitantly, his voice rough from not using it. "…just a little cold, I guess"

You have to turn your head away from him and back to the city, a satisfied smirk spreading on your face. Simon might have been the deadliest operator the Special Forces have had in a long time, but deep down he was also a touch-starved man who found solace and peace in your arms

When the foot tapping does not stop, you struggle to school your face into a neutral expression and turn towards him, your eyes melting at the sight of his dishevelled blonde hair and furrowed brow. He sheepishly looks up in your direction, a silent plea dancing in his chocolate eyes.

You stand and approach him slowly, stopping only when your faces are inches apart. His half-burnt cigarette is forgotten in the ashtray, the remnants of smoke in his breath fanning over your face.

His eyes hold a hundred unanswered questions: did he do something to upset you, did you grow sick of him, can he do anything to get you back; but they are all silenced when you lean in further, placing a gentle and intimate kiss on his lips

The unexpected gesture sends shivers of pleasure down his spine and he has to take a moment before cupping your cheeks in his hands and kissing you back, the way you deserve to be kissed

You chuckle in his mouth before pecking both his eyes and forehead and returning to your original position, your head resting in the crook of his neck as your arms engulf him in a warm hug

He opens his mouth to scold you for kissing him when he is smoking. In his mind, it is almost like he is tainting your presence with the stale smell of smoked cigarettes. But as the words form on his lips, he hesitates, his mind struggling to acknowledge the foreign taste on his tongue

He turns to look at you with a confused look on his face. It was October so there could be no strawberries at the market and the freezer was empty as you had eaten all ice cream when you were on your period-

So why did he taste strawberries on your kiss?

"I may have found a lip gloss from high school", you eventually break the silence, blowing a huff of strawberry-scented air in his direction. "One I bought and swore to keep untouched until I found someone worth using it for!"

His thunderous laugh has you opening your mouth in shock. You could count on your fingers the number of times he'd laugh openly and without reserves

"Bloody hell, darling. You'll get me killed before smoking does! That thing must have been expired for years now!"

You shake your head in disbelief, faintly blushing at his words. You know he is teasing you, but that does not stop you from taking revenge as you start to plant messy pecks and kisses on his neck and cheeks. You eventually stop when your lips are once again inches apart from his, your breaths slowly mingling into a shared one

"Then I guess we are going down together"

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - cherries and chapped lips

It all begins one cold morning when he leans in to kiss you goodbye before leaving for work

"Hold on! Johnny, you've got to do something about your chapped lips! You know what, let me get you a lip balm!"

He is quick to place a hand on your shoulder to stop you. His eyebrows are raised in disbelief and he has to do a double-take before words tumble out of his mouth

"Ain't no way I'm using such a thing, bonnie! Lip balms and such are made for wee lasses like you, not for demolition experts like me!"

You roll your eyes at his badly constructed argument and give him an unimpressed look when an idea pops into your mind.

"You stay right here, I'll be back in a jiffy!"

"What even is a jiffy?"

But you don't bother to answer as you head towards the bedroom, looking for the cherry-flavoured lip balm you bought specifically for the cold season. With precise movements, you apply a thick layer on your lips, smacking your lips to check if the cherry flavour is strong enough to linger. It fortunately is.

So you hurry into the hallway where Soap's waiting for you, hands on his hips as he angles his head in your direction. If he notices that your lips have just got shinier, he doesn't mention it

Instead, he leans in to properly kiss you goodbye this time, eyes comically widening when you deepen the kiss and make it last longer than usually

A small chuckle leaves his lips as you cup his cheeks in your hand and place a small kiss on the top of his nose

"How about we continue this when I come home?", he smiles at the ticklish sensation of your lips against his skin, the constant stinging of his own being forgotten for the moment

"Is that a promise, Sergeant?"

He has a hard time leaving home that day, the drive to the base being plagued by thoughts of you and how much you care for him. His lips have been chapped ever since spending the last two weeks on a mission that required him to be on constant watches in freezing temperatures. He eventually got used to it, the cracks and fissures becoming familiar from the countless times he dragged his tongue over lips, in a hopeless attempt to soothe the pain radiating from them

He does not realise that he is currently doing the same thing, his brain temporarily freezing as it detects a new, yet familiar aroma

Why do his lips taste like cherries?

He remains in the car, long after he's parked, his mind deep in thought as he runs his tongue over his lips once more, partially scared that he'll make the mysterious taste go away if he's too insistent. He does not see Ghost approaching his car from the back and actually flinches when he hears someone pounding on the window.

"D'you lock yourself in here, Johnny? The briefing's about to start in five and you haven't even geared up yet!"

"Bloody hell, you should really do something about your lips- they look like cracked desert earth or something…"

"Did not take you for a poet, L.T."

"Never said I was."

He is in the middle of the briefing when he figures out the source of the mystery taste. It all starts to make sense - the quick detour you had to take, the passionate kiss. He has to give it to you - you could do anything you put your mind to.

Because, besides the compelling taste, the chapstick you must have used started to have a soothing effect on his lips, the stinging becoming more bearable with every passing moment

He spends the rest of the day struggling to make the cherry flavour last longer, but it eventually fades out after he's forced to drink water. A small pout etches itself into his face and he starts to regret not listening to you.

The moment he comes home, he's in the bedroom, unscrewing the cap of every lip balm and smelling it before trying to place it back exactly as it was

You silently linger in the doorway, an amused smile creeping across your face as your fingers shift with the cherry-flavoured lip balm. Soap is so distracted by his covert operations task that he does not hear you trying to contain your chuckles.

"I believe you are looking for this?"

He is quick to snatch the small tube from your hands before bringing it closer to his nose and drawing a deep breath in. You shake your head in exasperation, a loud laugh escaping your lips as he clumsily tries to rub the chapstick across his lips.

"Love, you're doing it wrong! You might break it if you apply that much pressure!"

"Here, let me help you!"

Ends up insisting you order a batch just for him.

In just days, his lips go from cracked and fissured to soft and plump, perfect for the customary morning kiss

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - vanilla and stained teeth

Combat training is fun and games until you are paired up with someone like Ghost, Soap, or Gaz and get your ass handed to you

Lucky you, today Gaz is the person who slams your back on the hard mattress and pins your hands above your head, interlocking your feet with his

Your mind replays the steamy events of last night and you can't help but give him a suggestive smirk which is quickly followed by a toothy grin upon seeing the blush that spreads on his face

He shakes his head in disbelief, not letting go of your arms or feet. Instead, he leans forward, cocks his head and openly stares at you

"Darling, you've got lipstick on your teeth!"

You comically widen your eyes and try to bring your hands to your mouth, struggling to escape his firm grip, but to no avail.

"'m n't s'ppos'd to we'r lipstick 't w'rk", you try to mumble with your mouth closed while your tongue is running over your teeth, looking for any traces of lipstick.

"Ok, has it gone now?", you open your mouth and practically bar your teeth at him, frowning at his unreadable expression. "Gaz- you're scaring m-"

Before you finish your sentence, he smashes his lips against yours and it takes all you have not to whimper when you feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over your teeth

Once he breaks up the kiss, he makes a show of checking you up, his thumb slowly tracing the outline of your lips

"Yeah, I think I got it all…"

You roll your eyes at the shit-eating grin he's sporting as he runs his tongue over his lips and freezes, his jaw going slack

"Why am I tasting vanilla? Are you tasting vanilla?"

You try to give him an answer, but before being able to say a word, his lips are back on yours and he is kissing you hard and long, his hold remaining as firm as before

"Alright, lovebirds - go get a room before I cite you for public indecency!"

Upon hearing Captain Price, your combat instincts kick back in and you manage to push Gaz off of you, switching position, so that you are atop him, pinning him to the ground

"Sorry, Captain! We'll go back to training!", you call out to him, offering him an apologetic smile which he accepts with a subtle nod.

"Next time you wear that lipstick, let a man know!"

"It screams you need someone to kiss it better"

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nkogneatho · 11 months

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𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐒 (𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹'𝑺 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑷𝑪𝑳)

—cw: fem!reader, diabetes worth fluff, soft and protective dads, megumi, tsumiki as yours and toji's kids, mention of childhood trauma in geto's, dad jokes, not proofread

—a/n: I hope you shed a tear and laugh out loud. Don't let this flop. I actually wrote all of these from my personal emotions and experiences :)) Reblogs appreciated.

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TELL ME WHO WAS YOUR FAVORITE DAD!!! ༊*·˚

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

All these jjk women clowning gojo makes me think his daughter roasts him at every chance she gets. It's not even on purpose. It's just wise words out of a child's mouth.

"Hana-chan~" he calls her in a sugar laced tone. "How do I look in this?" Satoru pointed towards the awful shirt he was wearing. The outfit was all over the place. It was so bad that even your five year old could tell it.

"Papa's good at fighting, not fashion." His jaw immediately dropped and he could hear you trying to control your laugh.

He knelt so he could be a little more "Hana-chan, don't be mean to papa. It's making me cry."

"She's not being mean, baby. Just telling the truth. I'll divorce you if you wear that one more time," you stated, walking towards both of them.

"Oh yeah," he picks the five year old in his embrace, "I'd fight your lawyer. Daddy's the strongest. Right, hana-chan?"

"But you lost the argument to mama las' night." It was amazing how she can sounds so sweet while ripping your husband apart. You finally laughed out loud because you just couldn't control it.

You would expect Toru to put up an argument at times like this but he just giggles, and squeezes you both in a tight hug.

Yeah. He might be the strongest, but he'd always loose to his two girls.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 .ೃ࿐

Your four year old and seven year old were determined to surprise their daddy for father's day. Toji never credits himself. He does so much, but expects nothing back. The thought of "what my kids might gift me for father's day" doesn't even strike his mind. He goes out and sees all the decorations on the stores with big glittered alphabets spelling "happy father's day" that's how he comes to know about it. Yet, the man wouldn't expect anything. He knows you three love him. He just doesn't want anything in return. His love doesn't come at a price for you all to pay. So when he came home to utensils clanking to the ground, he was worried.

"Oné-san, no. That's not how I wanted yout two write," megumi complained.

"Megumi, I am older. I know what to do." They both were trying to dominate each other on what to write on the cake. When they heard Toji's footsteps, the little boy pushed you towards the kitchen entrance.

"Mama, don't let papa come in now." You were laughing as you get kicked out of your own kitchen.

"Hey, sweetheart. I heard some noise. 's everything alright?" Toji gave you a quick peck after the question.

"Oh? Oh that yeah! Everything's fine. I just dropped the pan."

"Are ya hurt?" His eyes look completely concerned.

"Uh hun, I am fi—" before you could complete the sentence, your two cute munchkins came squealing, holding the little cake with small hands.

You moved your figure out of the way so your man can see what his kids made for him.

"Happy father's day, papa." They both wished him with a hearty smile. Toji was surprised. His heart suddenly warmed up to the feeling of the view in front of him. His two babies with flour patches on their tees, tsumiki's messy bun and megumi with cream near his lips, confirming he must've snuck in a taste when his sister was looking away. He wanted to cry.

You looked down and noticed there was a spelling mistake with the word "world" on the cake which was supposed to spell "to best daddy in the world"

"Gumi, Tsumiki, there's a mis—" Toji looked at you and shaked his head, speaking with his looks, telling you to not say it. He did notice it, but he didn't care about the mistake. All he wanted now was to gobble down the cake that his babies made. He pat them both on the head, ruffling their hair. "Thank you, little bears. Lesgo' enjoy this and then papa will take you and mama to the game world you like."

With the way he is looking at them, you're sure he'd eat that cake even if it was poison.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 .ೃ࿐

Geto didn't think he'll ever have kids, but when he was gifted with twin girls, he claims he is the luckiest person alive ever since.

He loves spoiling his little girls. He takes them shopping, pampers them all the time, helps them learn their nursery rhymes. If they ever were to grow up being too bratty, you are prepared to blame him because he never scolds them. He would dare not to. But that is the thing about kids. You don't yell at them. You don't have to be so harsh. You just have to ease it in and make them understand how their wrongdoings can affect others, hurt others as well as themselves.

Something always triggered inside you when you saw him being soft with Rumi and Arohi. You wished you were treated that way in your childhood. You only thought about them being bratty if not yelled, because that's what your childhood was like.

You were working on some documents, when you heard the door unlocking. Rumi and Arohi walked in with their pink bunny bags on their back.

"Mama, we're home!!" they squealed and ran into your arms, as you quickly set the files aside.

"Aww, seems like you had fun without mama. Where's your dad?"

"There." They pointed at the 3 foot box with legs on the door.

"AH! OH MY GOD. Who are you? How did you get in?" Your mother instincts hid the girls behind your back, as you tried to find something to hit the man with.

"Y/N, NO. IT'S ME," the box monster yelled. He moved his head revealing his fox eyes and you could recognize him.

"Suguru? Oh dear."

"A little help please," his voice felt struggled. You quickly sprinted towards the door, and helped him trying to get the box on the floor only two reaveal all the bags he had behind him.

"Did you guys buy the whole store? And what's this? A lego set?"

"That's for you, mama," Rumi stated.

"Yes mama, we got it for you. The biggest one in the store," said Arohi, running towards her shopping bag filled with toys.

"Suguru, for me? Why?"

"Darling. I always see you doing so much for us," his palms now cupped your cheek. "It broke my heart when you told me that story when you wanted the lego set but the responsibile daughter in you felt you did nothing to achieve it so why ask for it. Well here you go."

"I still don't understand," you shaked your head.

"Y/n. It's okay to spoil yourself. You don't always have to work hard to give yourself a little love. These things that you wanted were always yours even if all you did was try." Tears started streaming down your eyes. You felt the seven year old girl in you finally smile.

"Rumi-chan. Arohi-chan. Let's play with mama's gift." All three started sabotaging the tapes and lables in the big blue box.

You felt happy to have this family. You know why he's a great father? Because Suguru doesn't care for two kids. He spoils three. Your daughters, and that little girl in you who wished to have all that you do today.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 .ೃ࿐

A man like nanami will always be a great father. No doubt. But here's one thing you probably don't know about Nanami Kento.

He's a full time salaryman, and part time comedian. Well...probably the worst one because his dad jokes are awful. You wanna know how it started in the first place, right? So it was when you were feeding the two year old the baby food, that you suddenly heard your phone ringing. Kento quicky replaced your place and took over the feeding as you walked towards the hall.

"Aww look at you. Aren't you the cutest baby in the world?" He took the spoon off the alligator cartooned bowl and extended it near her mouth. "Do you want to hear daddy's joke?"

Three mintues later you walked in two the sound of your little girl giggling and laughing. She's never laughed so loud.

"Oh my god. She's laughing."

"Yes. I made her laugh, beloved." Kento looked so happy with the biggest smile.

"Really? What did you do?"

"I said a joke." You luaghed too soon. Was that line a joke because Nanami Kento being comical? No. Impossible.

"I am sorry, baby. It's not true, right?"

"It is. You wanna see? Okay here we go." He moved his head back to harumi. "Harumi, do you know what do you call an alligator in a vest?" Your eyes were hooked on to them.

"An investigator." You couldn't believe your eyes nor your ears. She was really laughing. You chuckled too. Harumi must really loved his dad. Either that, or she has a poor sense of humor like the blonde in front of her.

Since then, Kento always collects dad jokes like pokemons and records her giggling.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 .ೃ࿐

Trust me or not, Sukuna is a great father. I'll tell you why. You don't see his protectiveness? Yeah he doesn't show much care on the surface, but you don't spot how he is always lurking behind you to whoop anyone's ass who tries to hurt his loved ones?

That's how Sukuna is even as a father. He wants his kids to stand up for themselves, but he'd always be having their back. To hold them and catch them if they trip.

"Oh they sure do grow up fast. You blink and they're already in college, y/n," your neighbor laughed with you. It was Akio's fifth birthday party.

"Everything looks great, but... " she scanned around, "don't you think pink theme is too girly for a boy? Especially the flower tiara on Akio's head.

You were irritated. How dare she say that? Unfortunately for her, Sukuna heard it and quickly walked to you. He kneeled to place the sanrio stickers on Akio's cheeks.

"Yeah so?" Your husband questioned the woman. "Who said pink is for just girls? And even if it was, there wouldn't be anything wrong with Akio liking it." The silence followed made it clear she didn't expect the clapback.

"Plus the tiara makes him look the cutest. Maybe you should try one. It's on the counter. You can surely use..." he eyed her head to toe"...some glow up.

She immediately rushed out of the door with her son and not apparently the counter. You three burst out laughing.

"Ugly Bitch telling my son what he should like."

"KUNA!" you slapped his back for swearing in front of your child.

"What?! Hey, if Akio ever wanted to call her that, I will galdy let it slide. In fact, I'll support him."

He might act like an immature kid sometime, but you know you had kids with the right person when he makes sure his children are raised in healthy environment.

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withloveajaxx · 1 year

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forgetting your wallet

𓂅 genre: childe, diluc, zhongli, xiao x gn! reader

𓂅 warnings: none

𓂅 summary: how they react when you go shopping and tell then you forgot your wallet

𓂅 note: eyyy it's rich boys ft. zhongli n xiao 😎 anyways as you can see below,,, there's going to be other version of this fic featuring different fandoms/characters i've been thinking about writing for for a while now!! i hope it won't be weird seeing me post something other than genshin content 💀 if you think i should make separate blogs for separate fandoms just lmk hehe. ALSO!! got inspo from those couple vids of "telling my bf i forgot my wallet" trend on tiktok :"D. OKAY ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLING PLS ENJOY THIS FIC N HAVE A GREAT DAY MWAH 🫶

[VALORANT VER.] [HAIKYUU!! VER.]

CHILDE

literally offended™️ like what? what do you mean you expected him to let you pay for shit?

the moment you enter a clothing store, he's looking at you with a completely lovesick gaze, watching as you scan through the various clothing items.

willingly holds the shopping basket for you as you pick out an item or two, turning them to check their prices.

he sees you reach in your bag, eventually frowning and putting the items back. he's confused at first, catching your wrist before you can hang the clothes back on the rack.

"why're you putting them back? they'd look so good on you," he comments, a puzzled frown making its way to his face.

"i forgot my wallet," you admit sheepishly, giving him a bashful smile. "it's fine though. i'll come back and–"

"you expected me to let you pay?" he asks in disbelief, jaw comically dropping to the floor. you don't even get the chance to get a word in before he's snatching those clothes for you and stuffing them in the basket.

"you're unbelievable." he scoffs in an exaggerated and lighthearted manner before gesturing to the rest of the store with a nod of his head. "just get whatever you want, babe. don't worry about anything."

"are you sure?" you ask doubtfully, looking around the rest of the store with a barely concealed look of desire.

"mhm. go wild." childe chuckles, pecking your forehead and nodding in response. the blinding smile and little fashion show you gave him afterwards was all he would have ever asked for in return.

DILUC

poor man is so confused when you start putting the things in your shopping cart back on the shelves :((

he was so entertained seeing you grab all the goodies you wanted and dumping them into the cart.

he's looking at you with concern when you stop in the middle of the aisle to check your bag, a growing frown on your face as your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"what's wrong darling?" he asks, placing a hand on the small of your back to give you some reassurance. "are you looking for something?"

"my wallet..." you sighs and close your bag, looking at the mountain of stuff in your cart with a disappointed pout. "i forgot it somewhere at home."

he's frozen in both confusion and shock when you slowly start returning items to their rightful places on the shelves. "i'll just get them some other time, i guess."

now it's diluc's turn to furrow his brows. he's literally right in front of you???? he can and will pay for anything???

"oh, darling," he coos gently, placing whatever he could recall you getting back into the cart. "i can pay for it. you don't need to worry about such things."

"thank you diluc," you smile, standing on your toes to place a grateful kiss to his cheek. "i promise i'll repay you some time."

"no need, dearest." he sends you a smile that has your heart squeezing almost painfully in adoration for the man before you. "you're happiness is all that matters."

ZHONGLI

okay i know this man doesn't have much money, but i can pretty much guarantee you that you're getting whatever you lay your eyes on.

you're looking through a small trinkets kiosk with some of the cutest accessories you've ever seen.

zhongli admires the trinkets along with you, smiling as you pick up some pieces of jewelry to try them on.

"that looks wonderful on you, dear," he compliments you fondly, admiring how exquisite a particular bracelet looked on your wrist.

thankfully, the bracelet wasn't made out of any expensive materials so it was rather affordable, and you could easily get it for yourself.

however, as you rummage your bag for your wallet, it's unfortunately nowhere to be found.

zhongli, ever the observant, already noticed the troubled look on your face. he's connected the dots by now so this man is bringing out his own wallet. "let me, my love." he starts looking through his wallet for some spare coins and any bills he can find.

you grab onto his coat sleeve in an attempt to stop him from paying on your behalf. "zhongli, i can't let you–" he's already handed a stack of coins and a single bill in payment before you can even finish your sentence.

"nonsense, dear." he pats the bracelet on your wrist. "it's my pleasure to buy something that looks simply stunning on you."

he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it lovingly before linking your arms together once more. "if there is anything else that catches your eye, do let me pay for it. it would be my greatest honor to spoil you."

XIAO

he's far less lovey-dovey and physically affectionate compared to the other men mentioned above, but rest assured he'll get whatever you want <3

he doesn't really like being in a crowded space with tons of people, so when you go shopping he's more quiet.

of course he's helping you by carrying the basket and giving you his opinions when you ask for it, but that's about all he does.

he's still as observant as ever though, so when he sees you putting the stuff you wanted back in their places with an upset expression, he knows something's off.

"why're you putting them back?" he asks, brows furrowing in slight confusion.

"i don't have money to pay for it right now. i left my wallet somewhere," you explain sadly, putting the last of your items on the shelf.

he simply hums in understanding before going back to being quiet. he doesn't immediately do something but you'll see how much he loves you later on.

"why don't you go back to the car?" he hands you the keys, and gestures to the basket filled with the rest of the stuff he's getting for himself. "maybe your wallet's in there. you go look while i pay for my stuff."

you agree and by the time you've searched all over the car, xiao is back with numerous bags. you were still upset about your wallet so you didn't get to notice the oddly numerous amount of bags before hopping into the car and letting xiao drive you both home.

however when you get home, he hands you literally everything you were eyeing, his expression soft. "i can pay for stuff. don't be afraid to ask me. i can't say no to you," he reminds you, the tip of his ears blushing red at both his admission and the happy smile you give him that makes his heart pound in affection.

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angelstate · 5 months

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OlderBoyfriend!Price x BimboFem!Reader.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who constantly caters to your every need, handing you his debit card and telling you to go shopping without him because he has too much paperwork to catch up on, but makes you promise you’ll give him a fashion show of what you bought when you get back.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who makes the most of the time he has with you when he’s home, letting you put on face masks he doesn't know what they are even supposed to do, taking baths with you, and doing a skincare routine you recently found and bought with his card.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who immediately changes the TV to a movie you like when you enter the living room even if he’s watching a football match of his favorite team, knowing how much you enjoy having movie nights with him and don’t get to do it nearly as much as he knows you want to.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who doesn’t care about having to spend hours explaining a topic to you because he loves to spend time with you and teach you things you probably forget the next day. even going as far as buying books about certain topics and reading them to you before going to sleep, knowing his voice puts you to sleep better than any amount of melatonin could.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who ties your shoes for you, aware of how much you enjoy the princess treatment he gives you, especially does it when you two are in public because is his way of showing you off in a way a sweet and caring manner.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who brags about you every time the topic of a relationship appears, making small comments about your pretty little mind, your sweet nature, your opinions, everything. he doesn’t overshare of course, at least not about your intimate life. That part of your relationship is only for him and you to know about.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who claims you in the most gentleman-like ways he can think of when in public, not being the type of man who likes being overly intimate with you when others are around. placing a hand on your lower back when you two are walking around, kissing your forehead and the back of your hand when he is having a conversation so you don’t think he has forgotten about you, giving you his jacket to wear when it gets cold. princess treatment all around.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who despite the age gap between you two, always tries to understand the trending topics, letting you explain to him the TikTok trends you’ve seen or celebrity drama he couldn’t care less about, but he listens to you either way, and pays attention, making questions and little comments, because he wants you to know he’s listening and cares about you.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who chuckles every time he looks at you after spending a few minutes talking about a topic and notices you didn't understand but chose to pretend you did to not interrupt him, and he mumbles something along the lines of “need me to explain it, pretty girl?” his voice gruff but holds a certain softness when he’s talking to you.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who never makes you feel stupid when talking to him, gives you time to process the information and tries to simplify the topic as much as he can. making sure he explains everything in a detailed but easy way and doesn’t care if he has to repeat the same thing five times if that’s what it takes for you to understand.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who would rather keep the details of his work hidden away from you, not wanting for the gruesomeness of his job to be of your knowledge, only letting you know he is a soldier and his rank as a Captain.

OlderBoyfriend!Price who often tells you about Ghost, Soap and Gaz even though he prefers if they don’t visit your home, not because he wouldn’t like for you to meet them but because he knows you would want them to come around often and he isn’t too keen on sharing you with a lot of people, and he doesn’t have much time before he gets deployed again after all, so he would much rather have you all to himself for the time being.

#cod x reader #cod mw2 #captain price #captain john price #captain price x reader #captain price x you #captain price x y/n #captain price x female reader #john price #price cod #fanfic #john price cod #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #call of duty x reader #bimbo!reader #female reader

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sanzaibian · 3 months

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I am Chris Albanese. Self-made billionaire, ravenous businessman and pussyhunter.

I am the best businessman to ever exist, the world basically belongs to me. If someone doesn’t act like I want them to, I can pay them off, pay someone to off them, or do it the old fashion way by wielding my fists.

You see, I used to be a sportsman. A boxer, to be precise. However, unlike my dimwitted adversaries, I knew how to use that to my advantage. I used sports as a way to gain some quick bucks and gain fame, and when finally a business venture extracting lithium in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, I jumped on it and finally ended that dumb career hitting people for other’s excitement.

However, it’s not as if everything was smooth sailing…

Today was a very bad day. It started with a demonstration in front of my building, with those wokes saying that I am complacent in the bloody civil war in the DRC. I mean, I don’t care about those Congolese, I’m just extracting lithium and selling it at high prices ! Those wokes will always find a reason to hate hard-working people.

But after that, I got complaints that my employees are over-worked and under-payed, and that they threaten a strike ! I fired a few of those so it’s okay, but then I get told that the shareholders believe that I don’t take enough advantage of the electric vehicle boom, and that my management is unsatisfactory ! Don’t they understand that those “green politics” will just explode on their faces and that I’ll have to pay for “mismanagement” ? Those fuckers…

When I get home, I decide to call my pussy... I mean, my third wife, but let’s call things what they really are. I need to unwind a bit, after all.

When she comes to my penthouse, she goes off on me about how she was busy, and how I just call her when I want her but I’m never here when she wants me. Women, am I right ? So I just shut her up with a new Gucci bag, and start undressing. She watches me as I undo the buttons of my suit, revealing the manly coat of hair I possess. But as I fling my top across to the couch, she dares to tell me :

“You know, Chris, you gained a bit of weight since the last time we had fun… You should really start working out again, you know, like when you actually did sports.”

Although she was telling me that with a look of concern and of lust, my anger was so built up since the beginning of the day that I just went off on her.

“What, do you want me to be a moron that can only punch others ? That is better than the piece of hotness you have in front of you ? I’m rich, I’m powerful, I’m the best person in all of humankind, and this is what you tell me ? That I should be ‘taking care of myself’ ? I’m taking care of myself just fine !

- Chris, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, I’m just worried for you…” I cut her.

- You wretched woman, don’t say lies, I know you’re just not happy with hunting just one guy ! You sluts are all the same ! You come here saying ‘oh no, I’m so busy buying clothes’ and ‘you should work out and do everything I say’ and expect me to do nothing ? To listen to your orders ? I’m fucking Chris Albanese ! The best man on Earth ! You fucking greedy slut, you’re fired !”

She looked at me with weird eyes, as if I said something that didn’t make sense.

“You… fire... me ? You- You know I’m your wife, not your employee !”

She looked at me with pleading eyes, trying to seduce me out of firing me. Sluts are all the same, I tell you !

“Well, you’ve heard me nice and clear, you’re fired ! And never dare cross my path again, else I sue you for harassment !”

Utterly bewildered, she took her things – including her new bag, that greedy bastard – and started going, when she told me, with a shaky voice :

“You’re going to regret this, Chris !”

And then, she slammed the door. Good riddance, I think, but that doesn’t get rid of my tension.

After scratching my head for a small while, I decide that the best course of action is to offer her the possibility to buy her position back with “actions”. Smiling, I go to the door to announce to her the good news, when I suddenly get a headache.

I stumble and take support on the kitchen counter. Where did that come from ? My head feels so bad, it might as well be about to explode ! What was I thinking about ? Yeah, something about a person I needed to meet with… but whom ?

Another ache, this time on my stomach. As I breathe in, I feel something working in my stomach, and as I breath out, I have the impression that my stomach goes farther than it used to.

It continues for a while as another ache, this time in my legs, hits. I feel weird cramps in them, as if I had just done leg day and was suffering through its consequences. I fall down harder, not able to support myself on my legs, but am able to break the fall with my arms.

Just as I do that, I feel my arms get those similar cramps, and I just fall flat, aching everywhere. As my eyes are on the same level as the floor, I notice that it seems a bit dirty. Has my maid not done a good job ? She’s fired ! ...

… Who’s fired ? I can’t quite remember… Ugh… I should really clean my floor, it’s so very dirty, a ton of dust, and a ton of sweat…

Sweat ? I look down at my expensive suit pants, and only find sweaty sweatpants… and hairless abs. They’re also quite sweaty… Yeah, makes sense, since I was working out just now ! … … What ?

I stand back up. What has just happened ? I don’t work out anymore, yet I’m convinced that I just finished working out. Plus I have the biggest headache, like I’m forgetting something important…

I pace around, my body aching less and less, and feeling more and more pumped up. I also feel my hairless face and body… I feel as if I’m missing something very important. Then, suddenly, it jumps out to me.

The coach ! I’m late for my next match !

I run through my dingy flat to take a track suit and run to the boxing club. On the way there, I feel as if something is intensely wrong. As if I’m not supposed to be in the boxing club, as if I’m not supposed to be in a dingy flat, as if I’m not supposed to be in a good shape… yet I can’t quite put my finger on it, still having that headache preventing me from thinking normally.

When I arrive, coach berates me as he leads me to the locker room to prepare myself. When I’m ready, I go to face off against my adversary.

When I enter the ring, young women cry of joy, and between them, I see a very beautiful one that seems weirdly familiar… but she’s not really my type, she’s too old for little young me.

Me and my adversary fight for a while until I’m put K.O., and as the referee starts counting. But as I try all I might to get up, I see my adversary on top of me, acting all dominantly. And then the most surreal thing happens.

I get a hard-on.

#male transformation #male tf #daddy to jock #jock tf #age reduction #dumber tf #straight to bi #straight to gay #transformation #tf story

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20dollarlolita · 10 months

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My friend is getting some crap on instagram about perceived classism in the lolita community, and as someone who runs a budget-focused lolita fashion blog, I'm going to rehash some of the old "but I can't afford burando!" conversation.

For some background reading, here's where I bought three "lolita" "dresses" off ebay, and what I actually received for my money. And here's a breakdown of one of those specifically. I'm linking to these because I want everyone to remember that the pictures on ebay, amazon, wish, etc do not represent what the actual piece you receive will look like.

Lolita fashion can be expensive, but the less expensive end of legitimate lolita fashion is not actually as expensive as many people think it is. It's not all $300 for a dress and $60 for a pair of socks. There are options that bring the price down to other fashions. It cannot compete with the hyper-fast fashion of Shein and H&M and other places where the clothing is designed to be disposable. This is because lolita clothing is not disposable. Even modified or damaged, lolita fashion pieces have resell value. It's very common for people to be wearing garments that are over ten years old. There's also a lot of documentation about how hyper-fast fashion is damaging to the environments where it's made and the people who made it.

Okay, so that's all very fine and well, but it's true that recognizing that something is worth the money doesn't actually get you the money to buy it. There's a lot of things that I recognize are worth the money it costs to buy them, but that I don't have the money for. I don't drive a high-end electric car, even though I think it would be a better choice for me, because I don't have the money for a high-end electric car. So I do, very distinctly, understand that. I'm not about to tell someone "just save up for it!"

But, when someone tells you that you cannot buy lolita fashion on wish dot com, they're not actually saying "you won't be accepted in a wish dot com dress." They're saying, "any money you spend on a wish dot com dress will be wasted, because you will not receive a usable garment." Let's play pretend for a second. You come up to me with $20 and say, "I'd like to buy clothes." I say, "Good. I'll sell you some clothes." I then take your $20 bill, rip it into small pieces, eat all of the pieces, and say, "that's your clothes." Now, you didn't actually get any clothes from that, and there's no way you're getting your $20 back because I have consumed it. Your friend comes up to me and says, "Hi, I'd like to buy clothes." You say, "Don't give her that $20! It will be a waste of money!" Your friend says, "That's classism, because I only have $20." That's the conversation that's happening right now on my friend's instagram.

Classism does exist in the lolita fashion community. It can even come from people with good intentions. But, when it comes to buying on Ebay and Amazon and Walmart.com, people who are saying, "you can't buy lolita fashion on walmart dot com," aren't saying, "we won't accept your walmart dot com dress, because it was cheap." What they're saying is, "the thing that the site is telling you that you're buying and the thing that you will receive are going to be two different things. The thing you will receive will barely be a garment." There's a reason why, when I say "lolita dress from ebay," I have to typeset it as "'lolita' 'dress' from ebay," because it will probably be neither lolita nor a dress.

If you're new to the fashion and want a good shopping resource, 42lolita is a reseller/shopping service that will tell you what the shipping will be up front. Many other resellers will send you the shipping costs after you make the purchase, which makes it harder to predict what you'll be paying. You won't be getting a dress for $20 on 42lolita or anywhere else, but the prices they charge are more in line with shopping at a department store, rather than shopping at a big name designer store. There's a lot of other ways to purchase lolita fashion, and I just used 42lolita as one example.

The number of people who genuinely want the fashion to be as expensive as possible is not all that big. Even people who occasionally buy a $300 dress enjoy finding inexpensive accessories and support pieces. Finding lolita-usable jewelry on the Walmart clearance rack is a thing that's exciting to most people in the fashion. If there was a secret to buying $20 dresses on ebay and getting something that could be used in the fashion, people in the fashion would absolutely already be doing that.

So anyway, yeah, there's classism in the lolita community, but telling someone that they should not give me $20 for clothes when experience shows that I'm just going to rip it up and eat is not classism. Friends don't let friends spend money on badly made replicas on aliexpress.

#lolita fashion #20dollarlolita

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velvetures · 3 months

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COD AU: Intro

AN: I love this. I have so many thoughts in my head. So many it’s killing me inside. Please enable me. God I hope at least one of you likes this enough to talk to me about it. To hc, to literally just share my words with. And yes…. There is a very heavy Ghost/romance element… but I’m totally not against picturing the other options ahaha.

So I’ve been thinking….

An AU where everyone needs to lay low for a while. Maybe they’re all compromised and someone with enough power and money shows interest to take out the 141 forever. And Laswell, being the problem solver that she is, suggests a safe house of someone close to her. Someone who can be trusted. Not just to provide somewhere physically safe, but also keep a close eye on the team while they’re -somewhat- forcibly being cut off from the world.

So the team are flighted into the middle of god-knows-where in the mountains. A tiny little town -if you can call it that- and they meet their contact.

Not only a girl… but civilian.

She refers to Laswell as Aunt Kate and the Captain and Uncle John. Sweet as can be, and so damn helpful that it’s almost infuriating. Especially to Ghost. She hasn’t seen a single thing about them other than what Laswell has offered, and really appears like she couldn’t care less about opening her house up to them. A house just big enough to fit all four men.

Ghost isn’t sure about the whole thing. It feels wrong being holed up in the deep holler of an Appalachian mountain with a girl not twenty-five. Like some kind of fucked-up movie he wasn’t aware of being cast for. It’s all too strange walking inside her house and seeing photos on the walls, a massive rack of cast iron skillets and pots hanging above her kitchen island, and the way she looks at Price so fondly.

Uncle John…

Something about it rubs him wrong. There’s got to be history there… at least enough for her to feel the right to call Price that. But he’s never heard of her before. And this kind of arrangement isn’t one to taken lightly. There are people hunting the 141… A threat so well documented that they couldn’t even just turn a blind eye and wait for the smoke to clear.

The sweet thing doesn’t notice Ghost’s apprehension.

But she does recognize Price’s excitement in seeing her, as well as his slight disappointment that she’d offered to do this. She’s too good to get involved in matters of war, and he’s honestly surprised that Kate let you. But then again, there could only be so much disappointment he could find in seeing his goddaughter. And funnily enough, there’s a sense of relief he has in seeing how well she’s done for herself since he saw her last.

Intelligent, scarily so. But not in an overt way. He can see it in the way she collects rainwater for watering the little garden out back, and the pistol safe tucked under her bed with a thumbprint scanner. He notices the small town she’d bought her home in, and the relatively tight community. Maybe a little old-fashioned… but it’s good in case something goes wrong. And right now, it’s paying off.

Unbelievably welcoming too… but Kate and John always knew there’d come a day when she’d get a chance to ‘mother’ someone. And now she’d have four men to do exactly that for. Even from day one, she’s already made trips to the store, rearranged her whole home, and bought god-knows-what in anticipation for their arrival.

What’s each of your favorite food, I’ll make lists so I never run out of dinner ideas.

Any preferences on how I should come and go around my the house? I don’t want to startle anyone.

Did you need anything you didn’t bring? If I can’t get it in town or online I’ll text Aunt Kate and have her get it…

She’s nearly frantic to get them settled, and everyone reacts in a muted tone of shock save for Price. He’s well-aware thanks to Kate about how excited she is… something about wanting to prove herself. And Jesus if it doesn’t make Price feel a bittersweet burn in his chest as he introduces her to the others. Seeing her wide eyes examining all of them without the slightest hesitation. Memorizing names and faces, and shaking massive, gloved, hands without missing a beat.

She’s got Soap wrapped around her finger on instant. Maybe it’s a big-brother feeling. One like Price holds for her. Since she’s younger than him -unlike his own sisters- there’s something of a chance to be one for a while. Soap almost instantly takes to her Appalachian lilt and bright smile. They’re both too sweet for their own good at times… and Price can tell right away there won’t be a knife sharp enough to cut the two of them apart after this.

Gaz is quietly polite is a way only he can be. Meticulously trying to stay out of her way as she flutters about. Wanting to help her out, but also downright flustered when she demands she be the one to carry their bags to their rooms. It’s a clear sign he’s not used to it… A woman being this damn sweet and intent on ‘helping’ a man. But he takes it in stride. Learning how to help without stepping on her decidedly ‘southern comfort’ style of catering to them. And god if Price doesn’t have to chew the tip of his cigar when she gets on his ass about something. The poor sod looks like a kicked puppy… and he’s certain she’ll end up training him with due time.

Christ above. If Ghost isn’t the most difficult bastard to deal with initially.

He’s much more sour than typical. Lurking in corners, and unable to settle down anywhere for more than an hour. He looks caged in by the comfortable couch and throw blankets. Swallowed by her pleasantly creaky porch swing and sun-couch on the wraparound. Not even her well-used garage housing an old Fold flatbed makes a good refuge for Ghost. She’s all encompassing in a way he can’t come to terms with easily.

Price sees her trying the hardest with him.

The way her voice lowers when addressing him. How she makes a conscious effort to tiptoe around the house after 10pm because that’s when he shuts himself inside his bedroom… She doesn’t exactly know he never sleeps. Dinners are often served close to the time he finally realizes he’s got to come back inside the house… and without fail, she can be found sitting near him.

Not friendly by any means.

But more like a girl who’s found an old bait-dog at the pound and can’t leave well-enough alone. Sitting with her back it to and tossing treats over her shoulder. Hoping silently that the old, scarred, dog will come around. Damn near predatory in a sweet kind of way. Price can tell she means well. She can see the same thing everyone else on the team can… and she’s just going about it her way.

She’s good like that. Maybe a little too good.

But John can’t deny he enjoys seeing it. All of it really. The way she dotes on them individually. Consistently. Hell, she even does their laundry and bought separate baskets to keep things neat and tidy. The fridges -yes… multiple- all are set with their preferences in drinks, and she’s scarily observant when things need replaced. Toothpaste… shoelaces… socks… there’s no missing anything. Brands and sizes don’t seem to be a problem either, to some shock and mortification.

Uncle John, what’s Soap mean when he says he misses Irn-Bru?

His quick and unconcerned explanation goes without another notice… until he sees Johnny taking a long drink from a bottle of it while sitting on a rocking chair on the back porch watching some hummingbirds fight over richly dyed sugar water.

John’s often preoccupied with worrying about the plans of those head-hunting them and what Kate’s doing behind the scenes in the meantime. But it’s clear there’s nothing concerning his goddaughter but whether or not they’re all fed, warm, and comfortable in her house…

Whether Ghost likes it or not.

Comments are so heavily appreciated on this… I want to make this more of what I talk about & I can’t keep it all on a notebook under my bed.

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whoopsyeahokay · 1 month

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October Sun

summary: things had gone from weird to worse in a matter of seconds. it'd seemed all your secrets had decided to reveal themselves to Wally without so much as considering how you'd feel about it. you'd guessed that was the price you'd had to pay for your choice to share yourself with a member of Split River High's Afterlife Support Group.

pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader

warnings: eventual smutty smut smut. and mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence.

sorry for the delay, beauties! i was so behind on so many things and am still nursing a rather gruesome cold 🪦 made this one longer to make up for it 🫶

bon reading, frens

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OCTOBER SUN pt.10

You were six, sitting on your sister Aurora's lap in a hospital room. Monitors beeped—long intervals, pitched notes—and, below that, your great-aunt's rattled breathing. Everything stank of disinfectant.

Ginny lay in the bed; pruned and pale, translucent skin hanging from her bones. She was just past seventy, but had aged several decades in the two weeks since the symptoms had started. Now, she looked like the skeletons your neighbors strung up for Halloween. Ghastly. Small.

Dead.

Mommy dozed in the armchair across from you, her head at an awkward angle, mouth ajar, one hand rested on her swollen belly. For days, she'd subsisted on nothing but good ol' fashioned Celtic stubbornness, running herself into the ground to undo whatever had put Ginny in the hospital. Nothing worked. Potions, pastes, blood spells, smudging rituals; it didn't matter what Mommy and Nanna did, Ginny's doctor insisted her condition was deteriorating.

It was so strange, you thought, that Ginny didn't just tell them herself. After all, she was able to stand in front of you without assistance and seemed much healthier than she had even moments ago.

She'd been asleep, silvery and thin and wheezy, and then her eyes had popped open and she'd gotten to her feet with the grace of a ballerina. Auburn hair in fluffy curls, pinned neatly away from her face; lips bright, Victory red, and skin peachy.

She was as pretty as a picture in a church bell skirt and smart, collared blouse, the colors much more suited to her than the starch white of the hospital gown. The pendant of her necklace was now one of a pair dangling from her earlobes, silver circles glinting in the sterile light.

"Are you better?" You asked her, marveling at her loveliness.

Ginny crouched to meet you at your level and placed her hand on yours, green eyes bright as emeralds in the sun. She smiled, "Don't tell mummy. This will be our little secret." She addressed Aurora next, "I'll be back as soon as I can, pet."

Aurora nodded, solemn, and you both watched Ginny greet a young man in similarly outdated dress as he entered the room. You didn't know who he was, but Aurora must've because she offered him a watery smile, eyes glistening.

"Where's Ginny going?" You asked her.

She shushed you, murmuring, "You can't tell mom, okay?"

Annoyed, "I won't." You weren't 3, you knew how to keep a secret. You'd kept plenty for your new friend Hana. Like her crush on the crayon stealer, Simon Elroy, or how she always took two milks at recess instead of one.

"She's saying hello to Grandpa Jack." Aurora told you, but you sensed there was a lot more to it than that. You gave her your best glare. She rolled her eyes, "They're probably going to try and find out what's wrong with her."

But, "She's better, dummy," you said, craning your neck to watch her swan out of the room with a man who'd died before you were born.

Aurora sighed the way she did whenever she thought you said something stupid and pressed her hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at the bed.

You gasped, astonished that, there, under the layers of quilts your Nanna had brought, was Ginny; breath rattling, monitors beeping, white as a china doll and asleep.

That was how you learned that Traveling meant something different to your family.

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One second you were clung to Wally like a limpet, the next you'd vanished into thin air. Snapped out of existence like you'd never been there at all. Frantic, Wally looked left, right, to the back of the stage, and then spun around to face the rows of seats.

His jaw dropped, blood draining from his face. You stood at the top of the center aisle, shirt no longer rucked up the way Wally had made it; hair as tidy as it had been before he'd run his fingers through it; skin no longer sporting the perfect blush he'd coaxed to the surface.

Even from where he stood, Wally could see that your eyes burned a nebula of colors, the way they had when Wally caught up to you outside the school earlier. As soon as he'd registered it—proof that something magical had just transpired—they dimmed to their normal hue, just as the man behind you, Mr. Anderson, Wally identified, demanded, "What are you doing in here?"

He seemed angry, more so than the time Wally had watched him chew out a group of boys in the locker room showers for smoking weed. Mr. Anderson grabbed you by the arm and hauled you out of the theater like you'd been trespassing.

Wally charged up the aisle, thoughts of how you could fucking teleport taking a back seat to the desire to shove Mr. Anderson to the ground for assuming he had the right to touch you like that. The connection between you and Wally bittered, shrieked, fear and fury swirling together to pump through Wally's veins.

Oh hell no.

"I'm sorry," You apologized. Mr. Anderson released you, causing you to stumble from the momentum he'd used to force you into the hallway. "I won't let it happen again."

In an ill-fated attempt to wedge himself between you and Mr. Anderson, Wally checked the man's shoulder with his own, but little happened. Mr. Anderson had repositioned himself, almost like he'd anticipated the action, and the intention waned into a light graze. One that had no impact on the man, but that caused Wally to trip into the wall.

Mr. Anderson escorted you through the school toward your locker, gravely explaining that you'd overstayed your welcome by an hour and a half; the Wednesday team practices and club activities already packed up and gone.

Glancing outside, Wally was shocked to see the sky was dark. Apparently, making out with you was the equivalent of pressing a giant PAUSE button on the fourth dimension. He was sure no more than twenty minutes had passed since you'd jumped into his arms and kissed him within an inch of his sanity.

Teleportation and time manipulation? Wally gaped, images of his favorite comic book heroes swarming his mind. Holy shit, you were an X-Man. He had big fat feelings for a Mutant prodigy. Was he the Cyclops to your Marvel Girl?

Needing to do something to ensure Mr. Anderson wouldn't try to grab you again, Wally inserted himself between you and him. A move that appeared to influence Mr. Anderson to maintain the space Wally enforced with his presence.

Good, Wally thought, cracking his knuckles, because while he had no problem trying to beat his way into the living world to knock a few of Mr. Anderson's teeth out, he knew that would take a lot more than noble intention to pull off.

He loathed feeling helpless. Back in the day, he'd stood up for the kids who got bullied, had done his best to fend off the misguided idiots who'd used their post-puberty size for evil. Trouble was that now he couldn't do more than make a light flicker by concentrating really, really hard.

Don't be fooled: Dawn made it look easy, but it wasn't.

Finally reaching your locker, Mr. Anderson reiterated, "What were you doing in there?" His demeanor all wrong. Wally knew enough about the guy to know that, usually, he was a cool kind of dorky. Relatable. However, something had obviously possessed him because he was acting like you'd discovered his hidden collection of porn mags.

Wally didn't like it. He wanted Mr. Anderson to fuck off and leave you alone more than he'd wanted anything for a long time. Retaining his position between you and Mr. Anderson, chin up, hands balled into fists at his sides, Wally willed Mr. Anderson away.

You began, "I was just—" when Wally gritted out, stare fixed on the man's haggard face, "You don't owe this dickhead an explanation, baby."

But you spoke over him, "Mathilda asked me to look for something she'd forgotten in there yesterday. She's in the Mean Girl's Musical?" You supplied, and, jeez, you were quick on your feet.

Mr. Anderson was unimpressed, "For two hours?"

"No! No. I was studying in the library when she texted me."

Wally began to wonder how many yarns you'd had to spin for it to come so easily. Part of him was uncomfortable with the notion that it seemed like second nature to you, while another, bigger, part of him seared the way lemon juice stings a papercut.

He recognized it was self-preservation. A lifetime of harboring a massive secret that, okay, might not get you carted off in a straitjacket these days, but definitely wouldn't make it easy for you to go through life normally. He'd seen people ostracized for less.

"Do you have to get anything from the library, then?" Mr. Anderson wanted to know, the V between his brows deepening when his phone buzzed in his blazer pocket. The third time in the short minutes since he'd found you.

"No." You said, cowed, even though you shouldn't be. He'd been the one whose conduct had been inappropriate. He should be begging for your forgiveness, not making you feel terrible like it was his job. "I swear, I won't let it happen again."

Wally's blood boiled.

"See that it doesn't." Mr. Anderson warned. His phone buzzed again. "Get your things and go home."

"Yes, sir."

Mr. Anderson unpocketed and checked his phone as another call lit up the screen. Private, the caller ID claimed.

"You'll have to use the main entrance." He said, already backing away, "Everything else is locked up." Then he leveled you with a dark look of authority, "I assume you can make your own way out?"

Wally could feel the tension in your muscles, could hear your heart stutter behind your ribs. His fingers twitched, itching to bust the man's head right off his shoulders. And, damn, when had he last felt such violent inclinations? Even against those prima donna bullies, the rage hadn't distended into anything remotely close to this.

"Yeah, I..." You cleared your throat, "Yes."

Mr. Anderson retreated and took the next call that came through, his bark of, "Give me a minute," resonating through the empty hallway as he disappeared around the corner.

As soon as he was out of sight, Wally spun on his heel to face you. You shrunk against your locker, arms folded around your middle and eyes faraway, chewing the inside of your bottom lip as you lost yourself in thought.

Wally moved into your bubble, the connection between you calmed, and smoothed his hands down your waist; one into the back pocket of your jeans, the other gliding back up and into your hair.

He pulled you gently against him, tucked your head under his chin and asked, "You good, pretty girl?"

He felt you nod into his chest, "Yeah. That was just every shade of weird imaginable. Something was off about him." You leaned away just enough to gaze up at Wally. "He's usually so...friendly."

Wally pressed a kiss to the top of your head, "I don't want you to stick around, babe. I don't trust that dude not to do something stupid if he finds you again."

"For real?" You sounded stunned, "Him?"

"Honestly? Yeah. He was giving off serious Bundy vibes. You didn't do anything wrong and he acted like you'd cold-cocked his mamma." Wally glared in the direction Mr. Anderson had gone, concluding, "Maybe he's the reason Maddie's blood was splattered all over the boiler room."

"Jesus, Wally, it wasn't a Fear Street massacre." You shunned the idea, disentangling yourself from him to open your locker. After a moment of reflection, "Do you really think he's capable?"

As you grabbed your backpack and started to shove what you needed into it, Wally leaned on the locker beside yours, shrugging, "Like I said, Bundy vibes. And I can't stop him if he decides to come back with a machete, so please," he implored, putting every ounce of urgency behind his words, "Get your stuff and let's go."

Thankfully, you took his advice without further argument. Pulled on your leather jacket, slung your backpack over one shoulder, and held your hand out for Wally to take as if it was something you did all the time.

A champagne-fizz burst in Wally's chest as he accepted the invitation, lacing your fingers together and setting a leisurely but purposeful pace toward the atrium.

"So," He began, unable to ignore the elephant in the room any longer, "When were you going to tell me you could teleport?"

It startled a laugh out of you, the kind that starts with a snort, and Wally felt a wave of fondness wash over him.

"I can't." You said. Rather, "I can, uhm, project...astrally."

Whoa. A barrage of questions threatened to spill out of him, ranging from reasonable to unstable. But, who could blame him? You'd basically just admitted that The Mind from Outer Space could, feasibly, be a real thing! Wally was as titillated as he was curious.

"Astral projection is real?" He asked in as even a tone as he could manage.

"Being a ghost is real." You countered bluntly.

And, "Touché." He conceded, "But you can't blame a guy for being surprised when something out of the Twilight Zone can happen in real life."

You seesawed your head, lips adopting a playful smile. God, you were beautiful. "Fair." You said, winking at Wally who was then forced to swallow the need to pick you up and pin you to the nearest wall with his mouth.

The air was crisp when you both exited the school. He walked you to the picnic tables near the bus stop, resting on the end of a tabletop and pulling you between his legs. Like this, you were pressed flush against him, body fitted so perfectly into his.

The connection rumbled and flared, erupting volcano-hot, determining Wally's actions. He slid his hands from your waist down to squeeze the pert swell of your ass, and dragged your hips against his.

You gasped, delicate, and let your head fall to the side to expose the column of your neck. Wally took advantage. Brushed his dry lips from collar to the hinge of your jaw, little darts of tongue and drags of teeth.

"Fuck, baby, you don't know what you do to me," He groaned, his dick fattening in his sweatpants. And he sure as shit meant it. The connection between you was driving him crazy, keeping teenage boy hormones in check an impossible battle.

He rolled his hips, chasing the friction, using the leverage he had with his hands in your back pockets to lift you into his lap. He rearranged himself on the table, slid back to sit more comfortably, and encouraged you to rut against him.

Wally kissed you like it was the last time, like this was the only chance he'd ever have to do it. Slow, deep, slick. The sounds you made, fuck, wanton and needy; moans and gasps and punched-out sighs.

And then, because, of fucking course 'and then'—your phone buzzed right in Wally's palm. Long, sequential blitzes of vibration. A phone call.

You groaned in annoyance, taking your phone when Wally graciously handed it to you, and answered.

"Hey," You greeted, head on Wally's shoulder and body still.

His mamma had raised a gentleman, he reminded himself and curled his long arms around you in a loose embrace, repeating football stats in his mind to temper his erection.

"Yeah," You were saying, "Yeah, I know, but I got caught up in the...Well, mom's a big girl, Aurora, I'm sure she can find someone else to shake the floorboards this one time."

Wally tried to give you an inquiring look but the angle was too awkward, so instead he filed that tidbit away for later, above astral projection but below In Betweens. And, shit, that's right, you were both supposed to discuss your fritzy ghost powers, not dry hump on school property. Oops.

You growled, climbing off of Wally altogether and hopping to the ground, pacing as you expressed with sarcasm and sass, "Why don't you get your new husband to do it, or are we still keeping him in the dark about the family business?"

Wally barely made out the, "Could you stop being such a selfish little brat for o—" before you hung up on who Wally surmised was your sister. With your back to him, he couldn't tell how you felt about the exchange, but from the tension in your shoulders and how forcibly measured your breathing had become, he thought it was safe to assume not great.

"You guys don't get along?" He ventured.

On a last, heavy breath, you twirled back around, "Actually, we get along really well." You sucked your teeth, "It's our mom's choice of occupation that puts us at each other's throats." Wally knew what was coming, couldn't soften the disappointment. "I gotta go." You said regretfully.

He plastered on a smirk, aiming for levity but sounding too dismayed to stick the landing, "You'd think the universe didn't want us to help Maddie."

In what Wally could only describe as a fit of absolutely fucking not, you strode right up to him, slung your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hot, middle-finger-to-the-sky kiss.

"Fuck the universe," You said when you parted, breathless, perfect, his, "I'll come in early tomorrow. Like, seven-thirty-early. Can you meet me in the parking lot?"

Repeating his words from earlier, "Anything for you, pretty girl," Wally promised, grinning at the prospect of cuddling up somewhere intimate with you in the morning.

Although his thoughts weren't wholly innocent, he recognized within himself the genuine desire to do anything to be near you, for however long you'd give him. Whether that was two minutes or two hours, Wally would be grateful.

"Great," You smiled, bright against the dark autumn evening, "I'll see you then."

A final, sweet stamp of your lips to Wally's cheek and you went on your way, Wally having to watch as you stepped over the boundary of the school grounds and into a world where he couldn't follow.

"Can't wait," He uttered and the connection between you both quieted completely.

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PART NINE - PART ELEVEN

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celestiaras · 4 months

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ft. ver vermillion, kotoka torahime, hex haywire, meloco kyoran, doppio dropscythe (seperate) x f! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ xsoleil & their hands┊0.4k words

contains: smut!! dom ver, koto, hex, melo, doppi & sub reader┊descriptions of hands, fingering, bunch of short thirsts i put together

➤ author's note: for the person who asked about ver's hands but i deleted the ask by accident, have all of xsoleil because uhhhh

ver’s hands… ivory-colored and slightly rosy at the joints. his knuckles are decorated with tattoos of small black diamonds, one for each finger and his middle is wrapped with a golden band. his nails are trimmed perfectly short to efficiently work on his studies, not ever painted because he has a bit of picking on the polish when nervous. he has a gentle but firm touch that makes you feel safe and secure, and he’s so skilled with them for so many things from spinning pencils to unraveling you in less than five minutes.

kotoka’s hands… slightly tanned compared to the others and with some golden rings. as a fashionable gyaru, she also has medium-length square acrylic nails that have blush pink french tips with lots of glittery sparkles and yellow decals to compliment her hair colors (her middle and ring are cut short, of course, a small price to pay to have fun with you). i also see her being double-jointed which allows her to be incredibly flexible while fingering you, able to effectively multitask by finding your sweet spot and rubbing your clit like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

hex’s hands… pretty bulky and veiny while decked out with silver rings of all sizes and designs, slighty worn around the edges but still look like they’ve been carved from marble. he sometimes paints his nails, but only on occasions when he wants to clean his look up. he’s slow and languid for the main purpose of being intimate, but it just really teases you and he gets a good chuckle from your whines before flat-out overstimulating you afterwards.

meloco’s hands… pale and elegant, the definition of the aesthetic pictures that pop on on pinterest with noticeable veins that line her skin and long, slender fingers. her nails are natural and shorter than kotoka’s because of her job as an exorcist, almond shaped and painted a dark purple that’s also kinda transparent. she thinks that her hands look prettiest thrusting into your cunt though, your arousel dripping from them before she presses them into her own mouth to taste you.

doppio’s hands… often hidden by his fingerless gloves but are rough and calloused from years of using them to throw punches and doing other hard labor like heavy lifting. his digits are a bit stubby compared to the others and his nails are always painted black to stop himself from biting on them and to help hide the fact that he does. he’s pretty clumsy, but what he lacks in skill, he makes up for in pure passion— experimenting with touching you while you show him what feels best until he becomes just as proficient as he needs to be.

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octuscle · 5 months

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Hello Sir! I know you can help me with my problem. Soon new year, and in new year I want become big brut hairy bear, with bald head. I ready pay any price for it. Can you help me in this question?

You couldn't necessarily tell by looking at Liam. But he was already 19 years old. He constantly had to show his ID. He was annoyed. At least he wasn't ugly. On the contrary. He had hundreds of followers on TikTok. But most of them thought he was a kid. No one believed that he had finished school and wanted to start training as a draughtsman the following year. When he asked a construction company for an internship until then, they told him that they didn't accept underage trainees.

"Guys, how old do you think I am? And what can I do to be thought of as older?" Liam added to his new pic. Comments poured in. bears_and_boys_1982 sent him a link. Looked interesting. Probably something similar to FaceApp, Liam thought. He downloaded the app. And nothing happened. One of his buddies had replied that he should meet them for a cigarette and a beer at the bus stop. If he smoked enough, he would soon look older too. Liam laughed, put on his fake Moncler jacket and set off to meet his mates.

It was already after 11 p.m. and Liam was just about to turn out the lights when his cell phone beeped. "Installation complete, defining profile" was on the display. What the hell? Ah, the app from the bear and boy guy, Liam remembered. Let's see. It really was something similar to FaceApp. And it seemed to be free. You could capture a whole range of things. Age, occupation, hobbies, weight, height. Liam played around a bit. But it was awkward to use, the interfaces were old-fashioned, and there were no pictures or graphics anywhere. Liam lost the fun pretty quickly. He was also tired. He locked the phone, put it on the bedside table, turned off the light and soon fell asleep. The cell phone buzzed a few times during the night. Messages lit up. "Settings saved", "Target defined" and finally "Transformation started". After that, there was silence. Until the alarm clock rang at 04:30.

Quietly, so as not to wake his parents, Liam went to the bathroom. This internship was exhausting, but also fun. He was assigned to the bricklayers. Actually, he would have preferred to do something in the office on the computer. But his colleagues were nice and he had the feeling that working in the fresh air was good for him. Showering before work was silly. Liam sprayed some Axe under his arms, brushed his teeth and set off. The bus always picked him up at 05:00 and drove him to the construction site with the other colleagues.

After work, Liam drove back to his parents' house. His father needed help building the new carport. In other words, Liam was supposed to build a new carport. Initially, Liam's parents had grumbled that Liam didn't want to study, but only wanted to be a craftsman. Nowadays, the two wizened academics were happy that at least one of the family knew how to work. Before it got dark, Liam prepared the concrete for the foundations, dug the holes for the foundations, built the formwork and poured the foundations for the carport. Tomorrow he would install the support beams. Liam declined his mother's offer to stay for dinner. He had an appointment with a few colleagues for a beer. And even though the work had been exhausting enough, he would still like to go to the gym for an hour beforehand. He was increasingly developing a paunch from too much beer and too much junk food.

Life on the construction site was a man's world. The containers were small and stuffy. Especially for a colossus like Liam. The bunk bed, where Liam slept downstairs for safety reasons, was hardly more spacious than in a submarine. The air reeked of sweat, beer and male farts. But mostly also of cum and testosterone. Liam loved this world. He was almost always sorry to go back home at the weekend. Here there was always the opportunity for a quick fuck or a blowjob, just like tonight in the shower room. The apprentice looked almost greedily at Liam's fat, cheesy and uncut cock. It didn't matter whether colleagues were about to join him. At best, an orgy would develop.

The weekend at last. Liam had been a foreman on the construction site for a long time, but his boss still called him home at weekends to do smaller jobs. Hehehe, Liam knew what these tasks were. As a rule, his boss's wife wasn't at home on weekends like that. The boss would then cover the beds with the leather sheets that he hid from his wife in the tool shed and Liam would then fuck him on the sheets, in the hot tub or on the kitchen table.

He always felt a little uncomfortable in his boss's house. He hated the pictures of that princess who died a hundred years ago hanging at the shithouse. And he constantly had to be careful not to lose any of his body hair or beard, which could make his boss's wife suspicious. And Liam was constantly losing hair everywhere. Especially from his head. But Liam also didn't give a shit about his boss's problems. There was a good commission for the weekend work. And there was also commission if he pissed standing up and didn't lift up the toilet seat or if he shot his cum on the carpet while he was cumming. The rest wasn't his problem. By the time his boss's wife came back from the yoga weekend, he was long back in his man cave. With a bit of luck, with the hot apprentice's head between his thighs.

Pic of the former Liam found @toughukladz and pic of the current Liam found @eurobeef

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #age progression #bear tf

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ridiasfangirlings · 22 days

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How to buy K merch in the Year 2024

I got several asks about this so rather than do each individually, I’ve decided to just make one big How to Buy K Merch in the Year 2024 post. I’m going to skip over the more obvious western sites like eBay and focus more on Japanese sites here. Because there hasn’t been much new K merch in some time keep in mind that most of what you will be looking for is secondhand, which means availability will vary.

Shopping Services

For some of these sites you will need a shopping service, so we’ll start there. This is by no means a comprehensive list of available shopping services, just ones I’ve used and liked.

FromJapan - This one is very straightforward — copy and paste the url of the item you want into their search bar. For anything in certain sites like Rakuten this will pull up a page that will give you the item and its price in your currency and you can just click add to cart. For other sites you may need to request a price quote, there’s a small form to fill out and they’ll get back to you on if they can order it. Timing depends on when you make the request. The nice thing about FromJapan is they will hold items for you for 45 days, so you can collect multiple purchases from multiple sites over time and have them all shipped at once. The bad side is that after 45 days they will discard your items, so keep an eye on when your oldest item arrived (you can see how long it’s been at their warehouse on your account page, and they will email you as the deadline gets close too).

Treasure Japan - Treasure Japan is a much smaller service than the others on this list but also the one I’ve used the longest. Being a smaller service means they tend to be more able to purchase items that might have seller restrictions, particularly from places like Mercari. Some listings when pasted into other shopping service sites will have a ‘cannot purchase from this seller’ warning, because some sellers don’t want to deal with shopping services. I haven’t had much trouble with this merchandise-wise, but when I’ve run into it with j-fashion Treasure Japan has been able to order when the bigger services couldn’t. Their site is set up so you will input different sites in different sections, there’s one for auction, one for ‘flea market’ (this will be places like Mercari) and one for shopping sites.

Buyee/Tenso - Buyee is a shopping service, Tenso is a forwarding service. They’re owned by the same parent company but are separate sites and you’ll need a separate account for each. Buyee is directly integrated with some sites like Mercari and Yahoo Japan, you can put in the url into their search bar and get a listing that you can buy immediately. Like FromJapan, any sites outside of the ones they’re integrated into will require you to request a quote (I found this more difficult with Buyee than FromJapan, personally) and they will sometimes be unable to purchase items. They will hold your items for 30 days at no charge, and you can request to consolidate packages for shipping.

Tenso, as I said above, is a forwarding service and somewhat more complicated. Basically when you sign up they will give you a Japanese address (presumably one of their warehouses) and you can then buy directly from Japanese websites, inputting the address you were given in the address field and paying with your own credit card. The items will be shipped to Tenso and from there you can have them sent to you. Obviously this is more complicated than a shopping service. I’ve used it mainly for things that didn’t involve an item being shipped (this is how I signed up for Fan Clan back in the day, for example, though my lottery goods were sent via Tenso too) or sites that require you to sign up to purchase from. I wouldn’t recommend it for any marketplace type site unless you’re fluent in Japanese, since sellers on those sites may try to communicate with you.

Stores

AmiAmi (no shopping service needed) - AmiAmi is mainly for new goods but I’ll mention it here anyway, in case K ever gets more merch. AmiAmi usually sells out on preorders, you place your order and they will let you know when the item arrives. You pay at that time. They do sometimes get used merch though so you can keep an eye out there, sometimes there will be decent deals on items that only have small flaws like the box being damaged.

Amazon Japan (may or may not need a shopping service) - Did you know overseas people can buy from Amazon Japan? You do now! You will need to make a new account, even if you have an Amazon account in your country. Whether you need a shopping service or not depends on the item. Anything sold directly by the company will likely not need a shopping service — the majority of my K manga and the stage plays were all bought directly from here, and when I was supplying raws for Countdown and LSW I was buying the magazines from here as well (I’ve also used it for Pokémon plushies and sewing books). If the item is being sold by a third party seller though you will likely need a shopping service. The site will tell you when you try to check out.

Surugaya EN (no shopping service required)/ Surugaya JP (shopping service required) - This is a secondhand shop and a great place to find merch. The main difference between the English site and the Japanese one is that the Japanese site has a larger selection (particularly doujinshi, and even more particularly spicy doujinshi). The English site periodically has free shipping sales so keep an eye out. Surugaya also has physical stores and will sometimes share merch between the store and the site so keep that in mind too, I have had items canceled before because they sold out in store and the listing hadn’t been updated yet.

Mandarake (no shopping service needed) - Another secondhand shop similar to Surugaya. I have not actually purchased from them myself and am not fond of their interface but I know people who have bought things from here. Like Surugaya they share stock with physical stores so something you want can sell out even after you’ve purchased.

Lashinbang (shoppng service required) - More secondhand shops. Lashinbang is rather small though so they don't always have much stuff, at least not for K.

CDJapan (no shopping service needed) - This is also better for new merch than secondhand but still worth a mention. I’ve found their prices tend to be worse than a lot of other stores though, this is more of a last resort for me.

Otaku Republic/Goods Republic (no shopping service needed) - Otaku sells doujinshi, Goods sells merch. The main draw is that these two are easy to search if you’re uncomfortable dealing with Japanese sites. I haven’t used them in quite a while but when I was buying from them they would send me free gifts with every purchase (my S4 cup came from them, as well as a bunch of clear file folders that I didn’t take pictures of because they’re being used as sewing pattern storage right now). The main downside is that while shipping is free over $50 they massively mark up the base prices to make up for it. I eventually stopped using this site because the shopping service was cheaper even with shipping and fees, you are paying for convenience. A lot of their ‘inventory’ is just listings from other sites including Surugaya, so check there first.

GoraShop (shopping service required) - This is Gora’s direct bookshop! They only have the season novelizations and Idol K books right now, as well as some Ayaka stuff.

Kinkurido (shopping service required) - This is the King Amusement Creative shop. All Memories was sold through this shop but is currently sold out, if they ever restock Gora will likely announce it on their Twitter. They do have some other small K goods available, including some CDs and artbooks (and Sarumi body pillows).

Marketplaces

Mercari Japan (Shopping service needed) - If you’ve ever used the English version of Mercari, here it is again but Japanese edition. You can find a lot of good used pieces here but prices are set by the individual seller so be wary of overpaying the first thing you find. Be sure to use a translator to look at the description in case you're buying a damaged item. Sometimes shopping services can try to negotiate the prices if you ask.

Yahoo Japan Auctions (shopping service needed) - Similarly as above, if you’re familiar with eBay this is fundamentally the same thing. Some shopping services will allow you to place last minute ‘sniper’ bids, and most will let you set a maximum bid and keep bidding on your behalf until that max is reached.

Shopping tips and things to know

The good news about buying from Japan right now: the yen is weak, so you can get deals! In the US, anyway. This may depend on your country so if you’re unsure on the exchange rate you can google “[your country’s currency] to yen exchange rate” and it should give you an approximate.

The bad news: shipping is killer. Keep that in mind, especially if you’re buying heavy items like bags or shoes (yes, K has those, there are several SuperGroupies collabs. If you want a S4 purse or Yata Misaki shoes keep in mind you will probably be paying through the nose for shipping). For the European types, you may have additional taxes too so be aware of your country’s import laws. Ditto when it comes to customs. For my fellow Americans, I have never had a customs issue even when buying fairly pricey dresses so you’re probably okay on that end but I can’t speak for other countries.

Character tax is real. Basically, more popular characters will likely have more expensive merch because there’s more demand — for example, Fushimi and Yata merch tends to be more expensive than, say, Silvers merch. Keychains and pins are usually cheaper than larger items like figures and standees either way though.

Most of the Japanese sites will need to be searched in Japanese. For character names, I suggest going to the K wiki and grabbing your favorite character’s name in kanji and using that to search. For pairings, while marketplace sites like Mercari may have listings under the pairing name sites like Suruga will use the two individual character names so you’ll want to search under that. If your browser doesn’t have an add on to translate that’s very helpful to grab in order to make your experience easier. For K itself, in general this is really the downside of having a favorite series with a one letter title. However, using ‘Missing Kings,’ ‘Return of Kings’ or ‘Seven Stories’ can be helpful here but will likely mostly turn up merch made for that specific season/movie.

If you want to look up something specific like a plush but don't know the Japanese word for it, Jisho can be helpful. Look up the kanji for the word you want and then copy-paste into your search. The downside is sometimes there are multiple words for the same thing or a word may be in kanji but people use the hiragana more often and you won't know, but it should get you on the right path to start.

On buying spicier goods: most shopping services have it in their terms that they will not buy adult items. In practice, however, this depends. I've had FromJapan refuse to buy perfectly tame G-rated doujinshi. Treasure Japan has in their terms that they won't ship adult items but like 70% of my doujinshi collection was purchased through them, with an R18 Sarumi book purchased as recently as last year. I've heard Buyee also states that they won't ship adult items but it's hit or miss if they turn down your order, and if you buy directly using Tenso they likely won't even open your package. Keep your country's laws regarding importing in mind, especially if you think customs might be likely to poke around in your package. Don't get in legal trouble just for spicy drawings.

Buying secondhand is a marathon, not a sprint. Sometimes it takes a while for what you want to show up, so just keep looking! When I was collecting my nui set I literally bookmarked the search for “K ぬい” (nui) on Mercari and checked every day or so, which may be more obsessive than you want but it does get the job done (I was molded in the merch search mines of trying to find lolita dresses that haven’t been sold for 10 years, so I’m used to this kind of thing). If you keep looking you may even find things you didn't know you needed, like this Sarumi bedsheet I forgot to add into my collection post.

Happy hunting!

#k project #Talking K #helpful guides #there are other stores I may have forgotten but this is most of what I use #if anyone has alternate sites feel free to put those in the comments #the good news is since K is less popular now the merch tends to be cheaper but the bad news is it's harder to find #you just have to keep looking #I can't believe I forgot my Sarumi bedsheet #it's because this is an older picture I'm not using it right now

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for scamming bus drivers?

I am 21 and a student but I look like I am 15-16. I am short and my voice is incredibly high-pitched. It helps that teens and adolescents in my city have begun wearing J-Fashion that I've been wearing for years already so now people think I am one of them now. In where I live, our economy has been getting worse each day, and about two years ago, they decided that college students don't actually count as students anymore and thus do not get student discounts for bus rides.

I, as a college student who is dorming, has to use the bus every day to go and from the campus, can't afford to pay an adult's price 5 days a week. So I just tell them I am a student, and because of my small figure and voice they just assume I am a high schooler, they don't ask for my ID or anything. My friends and parents think what I do is funny but another friend berated me for scamming bus drivers when the economy is already awful. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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ms-fade · 6 months

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The favorite.

Street!Rat!Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Prince!Reader. 18+ Drabble.

Ask: For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Izuku and a chubby male reader in an Aladdin AU with chastity and servitude please? In the fic, Izuku is a street rat who becomes a harem boy to the reader who's a prince.The prince takes a liking to Izuku and offers him food and wealth on the condition that Izuku serve him and be kept in a cock cage.

Warnings: MxM, C*ckcage, Harem, Slight SlavexMaster, Collars, short. Izuku is 19 and reader is 21.

Izuku was a lonely boy who roamed the streets for work and food, stealing on occasion. His mother was sick and needed the most attention so the rest of their life saves went to her medical care and left them scrounging around. He loved his mother so he did everything for her. He worked hard jobs that meant he wouldn’t come home for days without sleep. Until one day his luck ran out and started.

“What did I tell you boy.” The merchant yelled at Izuku as he laid on the stone street. He had been caught stealing a loaf of bread, and not the first time he had done it either. “I should cut off your hand for this. I know it has been you stealing from my store,” the man raised his hand to give him another hit to match the blood lip he already had. A strong hand grabbed ahold of the merchant and caused a groan in pain at the force.

“That is no way to treat someone,” izuku looked at the person that came to his rescue. A large man that hide behind a cloak. His face chubby but handsome as could be, soft skin with no dirt. “May I pay for the man?” Izuku eyes followed his hands that reached behind the cloak and pull out a large coin purse. His eyes widened at the sight, this man was wealthy and not just the money gave it away. His hands showed nothing rough or any cuts on them, showing no sign of a days work.

The man slammed it into his hands with a hard slap but a smile on his face. “You should go back into your shop now, no need to cause less trouble.” His tone didn’t match the look on his face. The merchant rolled his eyes and rubbed his now sore hands and went back into his stop leaving the two of them. Izuku watch him step closer and offer him a hand to pull him up.

That’s when it all started.

He was offered everything his heart desired. Money for his family or the things he wanted. Gifts everyday. The most fashionable clothes to wear and the best food one could have, all for a small price. The man who saved him was the prince of the kingdom who wanted the boy for his harem of men and woman. To belong to the prince. With the offer he was promised his mother to be looked after by the best doctors he could find from all over the world. So he took it.

But his role was just beginning and he fully was owned by the Prince Y/n. A golden collar stayed around his neck at all times with red and silver jewels. It was heavy but bearable. He wore silk and lace blue outfits that showed off his chest and skin. He was bathed every day and dinned on the finest food. And at the end of the night we was called to the princes chambers. But the collar wasn’t the only cage he wear.

“My pretty boy,” thick fingers ran over the boys lips. Izuku whined under the touch from the man above him. “Look at you, your cock is so red and aching to be released.” The prince coo’d at his lover. The bigger man towered off him with a chubby but broad build, so much larger then izuku.

The thick cock inside of him was making him limp and weak, begging for a release from the cock cage on his own. “Please.” The sweet whimper leaving his lips made the prince smirk down at him. A jolly chuckle came from his throat as he pushed izukus knees into his chest, making his cock slid farther in.

“Oh, fuck.” Izuku closed his teary eyes as the tears rolled from the sides. His head lifted up and his back arched at the feeling. “You know,” the prince started and leaned down and began to trust again into his hole.

“You are my favorite.” Y/n licked his ear and kept his pace fast and rough making izu scream and hum in pleasure. “I treat you so well, get better things then the rest. Makes you feel special doesn’t it?” His big hand played with the metal on the cage around izukus cock making him twitch.

No answer was heard from izuku as he tried not to break underneath his prince and keep his composure. If he knew how good the prince could make him feel he would have offered himself a long time ago.

“Awe, come on.” Izukus cheeks were grabbed and pushed together by a strong hold. “All you have to do is take my cock and you get the things people would die for. Tell me how thankful you are.” The princes eyes glared slightly and the roughness on his voice stood out.

Izuku opened his eyes and looks at him, a weak look on his faces from pleasure. “S’good. Treat me so good, I’m forever thankful.” He cried. “Fuck me well too, all I could ever want.” The prince buffed out his chest making his chubby stomach stand out. Izuku loved the prince’s stomach and in these moments he couldn’t get enough, the sight of it pressed against him made him so close.

The prince was happy with that answer and began to lift his hips up and tried to get himself as far as he could. Izuku was his and filling him to the brim was all the prince could think about. When he was with the others it was izuku’s name that feel from his lips.

The street rat had won his way up in the world all from taking a cock.

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jaylienpotter · 7 months

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5th November @jilymicrofics prompt | 376 words

Green

"Happy birthday!" Potter extended a paper bag from Enchanting, a witch fashion shop, on the higher price.

"Oh, thanks. You really didn't have to." A year ago, Lily would have rolled her eyes and thought this was an attempt at buying her. But the witch had gotten to know the pureblood better during their head boy and head girl duties, and James was much more thoughtful and caring than what met the eye. Or perhaps she just never looked right.

"Nonsense! Open it!" She took the bag, which contained a cotton green cloak. It had a detachable hood and golden buttons - she didn't dare wonder if it was real gold. "It has a heating charm, you know, since it's cold at this time of the year."

"Wow, it's so simple yet intricate, thank you. But... Green? Thought you didn't like that colour. Colour of Slytherins, according to you." Emerald eyes softly rolled at that thought. James could be quite childish sometimes.

"Well, that's true. But this green matches your eyes." Thump. Such a simple phrase, so impactful. She looked at the gift. It was the same hue of her irises. How does one pay attention to such detail?

She looked ahead of her to find a set of dark brown eyes staring at her adoringly. Suddenly she regretted all the harsh words she had ever sent the boy's way.

"That's... That's very kind, James. Thank you..."

"Glad you liked it! Try it on, see if it fits. I asked Marlene for your size but it might be uncomfortable for any reason." The redhead took off her own jacket and replaced it with the new item, soft against her skin, cozy as if it hugged her curves - maybe it did.

"I love it!" She pondered, maybe he deserved a chance after a this time. Besides, Potter stopped insisting to go out after a while, being contempt with the friendship that blossomed. "You know, James... The girls and I are going out to Hogsmead this weekend to celebrate my birthday. Perhaps I could see you there? Maybe go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop?"

"Like a date?!" Her cheeks went up and she gave him a small nod. Potter all but beamed. Evans would like to blame her rosy cheeks on the cold.

#marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter #lily evans #james x lily #jily #jily fluff #jily fanfiction #jily microfic #flowerpott #lily x james

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onirique-amaranth · 2 years

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⎮One is never enough⎮

⏤ Characters: Zhongli⎮reader

⏤ Including: nsfw (-17)

⏤ Warnings: top & dom male reader, tall and buff reader, dub-con, sub yandere, marking, mention of blood, mention of breeding, belly bulge, somnophilia, dacryphilia, implied size kink, Zhongli in 'half-dragon form'

The sun was already high in the sky as you stroll with Tartaglia, he was showing you the city, walking around and enjoying every little thing. Surprisingly, you were tempted to say that he wasn't so bad, he was quite sweet and almost adorable with you. He was also easy to converse with, most of his conversation topics were interesting and were making you learn more things about the world of Genshin. And the most important thing was that with him, money wasn't a problem in any way. Whenever something would catch your eye, he was quick to act and buy it for you with a wide smile. You noticed how your appearance would often make the passers-by stare at you, not rude in any way, but you were thankful that they weren't staring as much since Tartaglia was here, by your side.

The only strange you noticed while walking, was that uncomfortable feeling of being watched. You could feel the eyes of someone piercing through the back of your head, whether you were doing something or not. It was making you shiver as you were perceiving them for hours now, since you left the place you were staying at. It was like someone was following you and Tartaglia around, all day, without taking a break, never once did the unknown feeling stop for a second.

You could feel the weight of it on your shoulders, as you were tensed and alarmed by any sounds. Despite you trying to turn around whenever you could, you never managed to catch anyone suspicious looking at you or Tartaglia, as everyone around you was living their life peacefully. And it was seriously starting to get on your nerves, as you knew without a doubt that someone was sneaking up behind you, and yet, you never managed to find them or catch a glimpse of them. It was driving you crazy, and it seemed like Tartaglia noticed it too.

Fortunately, with Tartaglia's help, you managed to quickly forget about it and push this feeling aside as he was distracting by talking more and showing you more things. He definitely caught your attention when he took you to a certain shop, everything was very colourful around you, and you were surprised when Tartaglia offered to buy you some clothes, without any particular reason. You were confused, thinking you perhaps stained your shirt, or it was not fitting you well, but turns out that he just wanted to spoil you, again.

You curiously take a closer look at them, admiring the quality of the material. They seemed a bit unusual, but you knew the fashion sense here was far different from your world, so you weren't surprised at all. So the sensation was surely coming from here, but they still appeared to be quite special, in your opinion at least. Especially as you observe the bright blue material, its softness was incomparable but was particularly eye-catching. You could understand why the price was so high, it was almost making you feel a bit bad since Tartaglia would be the one paying. But he quickly reassures you, saying it was his pleasure to buy you something, and it wasn't as expensive for him as you thought.

You unfold them with precaution, unsure how fragile the material was, but freeze at the full view you had of them now. Despite how breathtaking the clothes were, you were afraid of how small it was, sure that it was nowhere your size, especially with how tight they seemed to fit, and you weren't the most skinny man. But Tartaglia insisted for you to try them on, persisting about how the heat in Liyue could quickly become unbearable, and he didn't want you to suffocate in those heavy clothes of yours.

He seemed genuinely afraid of how overbearing it could be for you, and how he was worried you could get sick because of it. You started to explain to you how these kinds of clothes would let your body cool down correctly, making your stay outside in the afternoon easier, and how certain he was that you wouldn't overheat with them.

You weren't too fond of the idea, something inside your mind telling you it was a bad idea, but the puppy eye Tartaglia was giving you made you give up. The second you nodded, agreeing to try them on, he was sighing happily, but you were unaware of the sparkle appearing in his eyes, showing a mischievous glow along with a satisfied expression. The merchant blushed when he understood that the clothes were for you, and not Tartaglia just helping you pick those clothes for someone else. He looked at the Harbinger with wide eyes, but Tartaglia quickly motioned for him to not say anything, his subtle glare scaring the merchant enough for him to keep his mouth closed.

You looked at the exchange between the two anxiously, feeling like you were the one in danger here, but before you could say anything, Tartaglia was pushing you to the fitting rooms. He found an empty one and pushed you inside with a smirk, leaving a kiss on your cheeks before closing the curtains in front of your face. Behind it, he told you that he will be waiting outside for you, that you could take your time as you had the whole afternoon in front of you.

You take off your clothes with a sigh, not trusting him one bit but couldn't do anything than try these on for now. As you put on the clothes Tartaglia choose, you could feel your cheeks and body heat up, the way they were fitting you was almost sinful. You thought the clothes were tight when you looked at them, but you were far from the truth, as it was worse when you were wearing them. Nothing was left to the imagination as it was hugging your body tightly, showing off your arms, torso, and pelvis. Each of your curves was noticeable, your skin was still covered by the thin material, but you could perfectly imagine what was under the blue fabric. You stand there, in utter shock by how provocative it was but fitting you perfectly at the same time. You were unsure that going out with this kind of outfit was a good idea, but you didn't really have a choice.

You were debating internally whether to get out of the fitting room and face the merchant along with Tartaglia, or stay here and change back to your original clothes, when you hear someone talk outside, pronouncing Tartaglia’s code name. You decide to step out, almost cursing out loud the ginger man when you took a step forward, feeling the fabric tighten around certain areas, not necessarily restricting your movements, but enough for the material to become almost see-through. You try to ignore it as you walk, taking smaller strides through the shop, your original clothes in your hand as you reach the entrance.

And here was Tartaglia, talking with one of his subordinates, said man was reading a note out loud to the Harbinger. You waited patiently for them to finish, knowing better than to interrupt anything. You went to move to the side, so you couldn’t block the entrance of the shop, but your shoes made a soft noise on the ground and the subordinate head shot up, meeting your eyes. He went silent, his eyes looking at you up and down as a huge blush took over his cheeks. Tartaglia turned around, confused by his attitude until he saw you standing there, despite the satisfaction of being able to see you dressed this way, the look on his subordinate’s face was pissing him off as he sends him a murderous glare. The disappearance of light in his eyes made the man take a step back, sweat dropping as the calm atmosphere turns sour, suffocating him.

After Tartaglia was sure the man wouldn’t make a move, he moved next to you with a sweet smile, complimenting you on your appearance and how perfectly it was fitting you. You barely had the time to mutter something that he already went to pay for, taking your original clothes with him to put them in a bag. He came back with a smile, giving the bag before explaining that he had an urgent matter to take care of and sadly, it couldn’t be reported, as he talks, he was sending another scary glare to the man, looking ready to faint.

If the eyes weren’t enough to show his annoyance, his clenched jaw and the vein popping out on the side of his neck were more than easy to understand, he looked furious that he was forced to leave you here while you were having a great time. But you simply reassured him that it was alright, delicately your hand on his hand, thumb rubbing his palm, watching as a soft smile came back onto his face. You could hear him murmur under his breath, not knowing what you could do in the meantime since you didn't know the city well.

He was looking far away in front of him, thinking about what he could do when suddenly his eyes lit up, following someone that was passing just in front of him with a big smile. You watch him spin around and walk fast in one direction, almost shouting the name of the person. Your head shot up at the name, looking in the direction Tartaglia run off to, meeting the eyes of the gorgeous man. You could only watch with wide eyes as Zhongli listen to Tartaglia's speech calmly, nodding silently, stealing some glances at every minute or so. The way he was looking at you feeling a bit too familiar while at the same time, you were sure you never met him once.

Zhongli didn't think twice before agreeing to whatever Tartaglia was telling him, nodding with a polite smile and gentle eyes, this time not looking your way once, fully focused on the man in front of him. Tartaglia was glowing when talking with Zhongli, you could feel some wave of happiness coming out of him, but it was nothing compared to when he turned in your direction, this wave become a tsunami. You could almost see the little stars in his eyes as he comes back to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, his hand on your lower back as he introduces you to Zhongli.

The smile you shared with the brown-haired man was sincere, maybe a bit too sincere in Tartaglia's opinion, he could feel his blood pressure go up as Zhongli bend forward to take your hand, and kiss it. Just the image of the older man's lips touching your skin was pissing Tartaglia off, he couldn't say anything, he knew better than to be rude and attack the immortal man for something he had the right to do. He just simply got in between you two, stealing your attention again, smiling in satisfaction as your eyes were on him only. He kisses your cheek, knowing it was time for him to go, as he tells Zhongli to take care of you, subtly threatening that if anything were to happen to you, he would kill him.

You watch in amusement as Tartaglia drags his, still, flustered subordinate away, promising you that he will back quickly. You thought about waving at him, but your hand was grabbed before you could do anything, nails digging barely into your palm as Zhongli pull gently in his direction.

“I should introduce myself properly this time, traveller.”

And while still holding your hand, he bows, giving you his two names, Zhongli and Morax, telling you to use the first one. He lifted his chin just enough to be able to meet your eyes, focusing on them as he kisses the top of your hand again, more sweetly and almost sensually this time. The time seemed to extend as the kiss was barely a second-long, it felt like some minutes. His elegance was shining through his actions, his posture, and his way of speaking being so perfect that you could feel your heart skip a beat, this man having too much effect on you. As you were still in a daze, he had the time to let go of your hand and chuckle at your awestruck expression, delicately holding your wrist as he leads you away.

You felt your body heat up at the physical contact, but you focus on what the elegant man was saying as he leads you through the city, walking into small streets you didn't even know were here. The whole atmosphere was so different from when you were with Tartaglia, everything was warmer, enveloping you in a soft shield that Zhongli was controlling. He makes you slow down in some streets to show you a building or historical monument sometimes, explaining to you meticulously its history, almost drowning you in a flow of information you try to grasp.

You felt overwhelmed in a good kind of way, everything being so lively and welcoming around you was bringing you so much joy. You heard Zhongli chuckle at your behaviour, making you snap back into what he was telling you, only making his smile widen as he starts sharing his memories again, mentioning more important moments in history that he surely witnessed or simply lived in another form. He also took the time to introduce you to some citizens he knew, offering you great contacts if you needed to buy something or simply get new acquaintances, which quickly got comfortable around you, sensing you were a good person.

Zhongli has been calm and relaxed the whole time, staying serious most of the time as he gave you the tour, doing what Tartaglia asked him to do perfectly. Despite his impressive composure, it wasn't a reflection of what was going on inside his head, as it was much more of a mess. Even if he did observe you from afar for hours, the way you were behaving was still making his heart beat faster uncontrollably, maybe even more erratically since you were just beside him, within reach.

Maybe it was the way you were looking around with curiosity and admiration that made Zhongli feel this way, or how you would ask him questions, completely immersed in what he was saying, but it was driving him crazy either way. He was barely able to contain his blush while looking at you, a soft smile sneaking its way onto his face without Zhongli noticing. And the sweet smile you gave him back only made it worse. But he forced himself to focus on his task, shaking his head to clear his mind.

“Where do you want to go next? If you'd like to see Liyue's tourist spots, I have a few references.”

As you leaned forward to observe some Core Lapis a merchant was selling, you feel a finger brush against the back of your neck, making you shiver. You turn around just to see Zhongli with an embarrassed expression, apologizing as he told you that he saw an insect. You ignore it, apologizing for startling him, he was not the type of person to lie about something so insignificant anyway. Meanwhile, Zhongli's jaw was clenched so hard that the merchant thought he was going to break his teeth. The blue mark taunting the ex-Geo god was driving him mad, he wanted so hard for it to disappear.

The rest of the afternoon goes without any trouble, you walked around, Zhongli bought some tea, and you observed how marvellous was Liyue for hours. Everything was fine except for some people staring at you, but you thankfully never got disturbed by anything or anyone, even the strange feeling of someone observing you disappeared. Some cats of the city took a liking to you and anytime you would sit down with Zhongli somewhere, a cat would jump on your lap, snuggling into your warmth. The children were also fond of you and would often run around you, asking if you could play with them for some minutes. You felt your heart melt at so much cuteness.

The male next to you could only watch the scene with gentle eyes, enjoying the moment as much as you were, but when he noticed how the afternoon was soon to be over, he catches your attention by tapping on your shoulder, pointing to another street. After saying goodbyes to the kids, you started to follow him again, but you couldn't help but get distracted by some things left and right.

Everything seemed magical and out of the world for you since you weren't from here. Sometimes, you would stop and try to think about how long you have been in this dream, and felt a bit lost, until Zhongli grabbed your attention again, making you forget about it. After a while, he got annoyed by how you were almost always disappearing from his sight, and he decides to hold your hand, so he could not lose you. Maybe he also liked the feeling of having your larger hand in his, cheeks burning at the thought that he could your hand like that every day.

At some point, you grew tired of walking all day and so, after complaining a bit, you end up sitting at one of Zhongli's favourite restaurants. Since you did not know so much about the food served here, you let him choose for you, as you could also not recognize any names from the game. Unsurprisingly, he also asked for hot water so he could make some tea, but instead of ordering one from the restaurant, he took out of his coat the tea he bought earlier. He started to explain why this tea was better than the one being served here, and you simply nodded, impressed by how much he knew. You couldn't lie, Zhongli's knowledge of almost every subject was impressive and admirable.

Thankfully, unlike Tartaglia, you knew how to eat with chopsticks, and it saved you from a very embarrassing situation. While the waiter was asking you something about the food, Zhongli was serving the tea. Its smell filled the room, the scent was sweet, sweeter than anything you have ever drunk before, it took you by surprise, but you guessed it was just Zhongli's taste. When you tried it, you were taken aback by the strange aftertaste but not complained, as the flavour itself was delicious.

As Zhongli excused himself for some minutes, you were going to serve him some more tea until you take notice of how the colour of his tea was not the same as yours. You gently took his cup to check, and the aftertaste wasn't here. You sat there, a bit lost until it hit you, the sudden warmth you felt after drinking a sip, your fuzzy mind and how it was difficult for you to think. It was like everything except the man in front of you disappeared, you could not focus on anything else. You grit your teeth when you understand everything, no wonder he did not want the waiter to serve the tea.

When he came back to the table, sitting back in front of you, it was difficult to not notice the strange atmosphere. With a sweet smile, you watch him drink from his cup. He looked at you confused, asking if anything was wrong, but you said nothing except offer him your cup of tea. That he simply refused, stating that he was drinking the same.

“Oh, understandable. I just have a question.

What did you put in my tea?”

His hand froze in the air, eyes widening as he tries to see if you were serious. He felt guilt spread inside of him as he saw how mad you were but tried to play it off. A laugh breaks the silence, fake amusement could be heard in his voice as he says that you drank it anyway, so it was too late now. His hand brushes against your cheek, an excessive sweet smile on his face as he tells you to not waste food and finish your plate.

Thankfully for you, whatever the thing that he put in your tea was, it was not strong enough to completely make you lose the sense of reality. You could still do most things without problems, it was just taking you a bit more time to process things.

His intentions were clear, almost like Tartaglia the other night. You would have accepted if he simply asked, and you told him out loud, Zhongli froze feeling as if he just ruined his chance without knowing it. You tried to enjoy a normal dinner after this, listening to him talk as if nothing happened. But Zhongli could see how you were most cautious around him, you didn't want to be fooled again.

The dinner ended almost the same way as it started. You watched Zhongli stand up to pay, and took the time to enjoy the rest of the tea inside his cup when suddenly, he urged you to stand up. You did, trying to fix your clothes to not expose more than it was already showing before starting to walk beside him.

You felt him pressing himself against you, his warm body contrasting with your own body temperature as Zhongli gave you soft eyes. You understood what he was implying and simply wrapped your arm around his waist, almost smirking at how natural it felt to do this. As you walked away, you hear someone shout something, you thought it was your name for a second but Zhongli distracted you. When he started to talk about another short historical story, you could only focus on what he was saying, which make you forget about the unknown man.

Zhongli was surprised when you discovered that he added an ingredient to the tea, but your almost calm reaction made him apologize before trying to win your trust back. Perhaps he should not have done it, after all, he had his chance from the start, but it was too late anyway. Slowly, he tried to make you forget about the matter, making you focus on something else. As he kept talking, his legs would brush against yours, intertwine your free hand with his and occasionally, or feed you some of his food. And slowly, it started to work a little.

It was getting a bit late, and as he was paying -with Tartaglia's money- when he saw the said man walking up in your direction, looking around. It was clear that he was searching for you and him. Zhongli notices how you were sitting there, oblivious to the ginger man getting closer and closer. He knew Tartaglia has done nothing wrong, but as he observes you sitting here, waiting for him and only him, he made up his mind. He did not want to lose, if he had the occasion to have you for himself, he would take it.

He walks up to you, saying that he forgot to show you something with an amused smile. And the moment you stood up, he pressed himself against you, waiting for your arm to wrap around him. When you did, he felt like his heart burst out of his chest, but still managed to lead you away. As he did, he turned around to stare at Tartaglia, who was looking at him in shock, jaw clenched as he felt betrayed. The sight of your arm wrapped around another man made him want to scream and rip this man to shred.

Zhongli looked more than satisfied, and when Tartaglia tried to call your name, he immediately distracted you with one of his stories. He noticed the crowd of people not far away and before Tartaglia could run up to the both of you, you disappeared out of his view, leaving the man angry and alone, while Zhongli has a victorious smile making its way onto his face. And with the greatest satisfaction, he moved closer to you, enjoying your warmth.

You observe as the elegant male in front of you unlocks the door, gold being the main colour in the living room along with a warm brown. Everything fitted the owner of this house's personality, and each piece of furniture has been carefully chosen. As you step into the room, the sound of something heavy hitting the ground reaches your ears. With Zhongli's coat and boots on the floor, he steps closer to you, wrapping with difficulty his arms around your shoulder, as he starts to play with the hair near your nape.

You let him feel your body, hands moving slowly, massaging your neck, feeling your shoulders and back muscles before going to the front. You observe as his cheeks redden, eyes unable to leave the view in front of them. You can't help but move your arms to wrap them around him, trapping him into your hold, hands resting on his ass, as you squeeze. The gasp escaping from his parted lips sounded delicious, tempting you to tease him more.

With one of your hands feeling his ass and another holding his hips, Zhongli felt the control of the situation slipping through his fingers, unable to order you like he thought he would be able to. Embarrassment feeling his mind when you make fun of him as if you understood what he was trying to do. But as he places his hand on the back of your neck, he felt a sort of force pushing his hand away. He scowls at the mark, still annoying him, even in this situation.

As you were gawking at his pretty and serious face, he suddenly pushes you against the wall, jealousy burning into his eyes. Eyes glowing amber, arms darkening and golden lines appearing. Nails growing and digging into your skin, straight into the mark you did not know was here. You groan at the pain poisoning your mind, the drug he made you drink not only enhanced the pleasure you felt but also the ache of each cut.

You reverse the position, towering over him as he grasps your shoulders for support, almost losing his balance. His glowing eyes and arms took you by surprise, and you could not help yourself as you trace the lines on his arms, observing how his body was reacting. Each touch, as light as they were, made him shiver, and you noticed something amusing, the lines would brighten up at the touch and come back to normal after some seconds. But before you could play around some more, he grabs your hand with a desperate face.

He raises your hand to his face, nuzzling into your palm, and leaning against your body. He opens his mouth, letting his tongue loll out and starts to lick your fingers, sucking on two of them as he looks straight into your eyes, batting his lashes at you sweetly. As he opens his mouth to take a breath, you force your fingers into his mouth, making him cough as he chokes on them. You let him have his fun before you take them out, moving your other hand down his back to yank down his pants.

His eyes light up as he understands and immediately turns around, placing both his hands on the table behind you, arching his back to stick out his ass provokingly. Spreading his legs as he let the front of his body rest against the table, the cold wood sending shivers down his spine. You move to stand behind him, your hands feeling his hips, getting down on your knees, so you could kiss his soft thighs. Fingers and nails digging into the unmarked flesh, crescent marks appearing while you bit and suck as much as you could. One hand let go of its grip, kneading at some particular soft spots as it moves up, fingers still wet with saliva teasing his hole.

As you were going to slide one in, Zhongli interrupts you, turning his head as much as he could to look at you with a teasing smile.

“I wonder… how mad will be Tartaglia when he'll hear about this?”

Even with the innocent expression, he was displaying, you could still see the ugly jealousy and satisfaction burning into his eyes. Before he could open his mouth and spit out more venom, you thrust roughly your fingers in, his sentence interrupted by a loud moan. His grip on the table tighten, the wood made a creaking noise under the pressure as his thighs shook, fighting to hold him up under the sudden pleasure. All thoughts about his jealousy and envy left his head, only focusing on you, something felt strange, as if he was overheating, and only your hands were able to cool his body down. He felt like you were essential in his life, nothing could replace you.

You prepare him as quickly as you could, body burning as the only thing you wanted to do was destroy him, you hear him mumble under his breath as if he already lost his mind.

“I just want to be yours, only look at me.

I'd do anything for you.”

Eyes glowing as he says those four words, 'I'll kill him'. You freeze on the spot, movements stopping in shock, it was not said as a joke or with just jealousy within his voice, he was deadly serious. You close your eyes inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to relax. As he looks back at you with teary eyes, waiting for you to do something, you convince yourself that you will take care of this later.

He would not stop wiggling, trying to grind his ass against you, legs spreading more and more, body only being held up by your fingers into him and the hand on his thigh.

You slide your fingers out, presenting them in front of Zhongli's mouth, while he focuses on cleaning them up, you thrust in, not letting him get used to your size. Your now cleaned hand wraps around his throat as you start to move roughly, not noticing how Zhongli was already letting out some droplets of cum onto the table, staining it, as you penetrated him.

Your big hands restricting his airflow felt magical as if he was floating. Your scent was filling his nose, clouding his senses. Just you being near him was too much, and when you reached his prostate easily in one thrust, he could not contain his form as his horns and tail sprang out, startling you. He moves his tail to wrap it around your waist, making sure you could not pull away.

He cries when your hand let go of his neck, feeling like you were running away. But he chokes on a moan when you grab one of his horns, using it as leverage, keeping you balanced as you speed up your thrusts. You were hitting so deep into him, he could feel the vein from the underside of your cock, how you were curved upward as it reaches places he never dreamed of before. He felt like he was yours as if you were claiming, the marks on his thighs could prove it.

Maybe now, you could be his. If he does well enough, you will be able to forget everyone else, he was the only one you needed, he will never leave you.

In his half-dragon form, you noticed how his claws would get stuck into the table, destroying it more with every movement of yours. You slowly came to a stop, listening to him whimper as his tail tries to force you to move, tugging you into him. It only ended up in your cock being pressed deep against his prostate, unmovingly. Sniffles came from the man in front of you reaching your ears, and you can't help but laugh, as he was the one who drew you closer.

You stare at the state of the table with disbelief, and with a sigh, you turned him around, so he could lay on his back, not trusting him with his claws on any furniture. Unfortunately, your back will be next.

As you resume your thrusts, giving it to him like he wanted, you watch as he smiles at you through the tears and moans, face contorted with pure bliss. He was tensed around you as if he never wanted to let go, his hole around your cock, his tail around your waist and his hands gripping your back. Blood was flowing out of the cuts when suddenly, a weird feeling took over your body. And suddenly you shout as you empty yourself into him, taken by surprise at the strong pleasure, unable to know if it was the drug or something else.

The lines on his arms light up suddenly, blinding you. The extremities of his arms darken even more as, without you knowing since your head was too foggy after this orgasm to notice, your own blue veins turned to gold.

When Zhongli noticed your position and how you were looking at him, he was not able to help himself, his dragon sense became stronger, overcoming the rest. He dug his claws into his arm, collecting some of his blood before sinking them into your back, mixing your blood together. At the same instant, the sudden pleasure after the connection made him cum unexpectedly, the feeling lasted less than for you, and so he was able to observe your delirious state.

All your veins became visible, gold coursing through them when his blood mixed with yours. He felt giddy as he knew he marked you and infected you with his blood. Even if you did not want him, you were now linked. As you were still out of it, he used this time to bite you, marking you in any way possible.

When you came back to your senses, he was looking at you through damp lashes, batting his eyes at you. You ignored the tension in your stomach as you move again, only wanting him to cum before you could relax, your muscles were burning up, and you felt strange. Something was wrong, but you were unable to see or understand what.

As you ram into him, not caring about how loud the noises he was making were, you grabbed his horns and helped him chase his orgasm. But it seems like he was unable to reach it, crying as he mumbles the same words and your name over and over. Maybe his dragon form was affecting him too much, and as you started to jerk him off, you softly whisper some words.

“Cum for me, my love.”

The next second, Zhongli was cumming, shouting your name as he came all over himself. Tightening around you so much he forced you into a dry orgasm, your hips jerked forward as you wait for him to calm down, his body still convulsing and his legs quivering. His whole body was glowing, but instead of yellow, his eyes were red.

Gently, you hold him up, not pulling out under his demand, saying he did not want to waste a single drop of your cum as you walk to his room, laying on his bed, before letting him rest on top of you. You felt a strong pain in your back, but it was surely coming from the cuts he made with his claws, so you did not think much about it. You were also surprised he still not changed back into his mortal appearance but did not question it.

As you hold him close to you, kissing his forehead and letting him cuddle against you, you fall asleep, mind and body too tired to stay up any longer.

You wake up in the middle of the night, mind foggy and body feeling so heavy you weren't able to move it. The pleasure was coursing through your veins again, lungs burning as you were unable to breathe correctly. As you finally manage to open your eyes fully, you see Zhongli sitting on top of you, moving up and down on your cock. Cum flowing out of his hole as it seems like you came in your sleep more than once.

You felt so sensitive, and the view in front of you was not helping when you were trying to calm down a bit. His tail was wrapped around your leg, his horns still out, and his hands were placed on your stomach with his claws digging onto your sides. His body was covered in the marks you made earlier, particularly his thighs. You noticed the dried cum on the corner of his mouth, and as he opens his mouth to moan out loud, you notice how the drool coming out was mixed with the previous releases he surely caused.

He fucked himself onto you till he passed out, mumbling about becoming pregnant and being your mate. His hole was so full of cum that it was flowing out, staining the sheets and even after so much came out, his belly was still bulging, the lines on his stomach turning white. At the end of the night, he milked you dry, but he was too out of it to notice you weren't able to cum anymore.

With a tired smile, you get out of bed, legs quivering as you search through his drawers. Finally, you manage to find a butt plug, using it to keep the cum inside of him, so he will not complain about it when he'll wake up. As you observe your body, you notice how deep the cuts were, and without a doubt, some of them will leave a scar. No wonder it was hurting you so bad. Finally, you were able to go back to bed. The half-dragon snuggled against you again, his tail holding you possessively so you could not move away, his hand intertwined with yours, nose pressed against your neck, where your scent was the strongest.

When you woke up, you were met with Zhongli making breakfast, you eat with him in comfortable silence. His hand was not leaving yours, but he was forced to when he had to leave for work, as he was needed at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.

Before you could say anything, he asked you to lock the door behind you if you planned to leave, giving the key to you but Zhongli invited you to stay as long as you want. Since it was now 'your house too. Come here whenever you want, I'll wait for you.'.

On his way to work, Zhongli passed by Tartaglia, offering him a smirk as he showed off the marks on his neck. He bragged about how it was the best night he has ever got if the ginger perhaps knew what he meant. All-day long, Zhongli was literally glowing as Tartaglia has never been this mean with his subordinates, leaving them scared for the entire week, afraid of dying.

As for you, you left the house the minute you were ready and presentable. As you walked out, you bumped into a merchant, who apologize, saying he was in a hurry to head for the Wangshu Inn. With how curious you were, you started to listen to him attentively. And when he noticed that he piqued your interest, the man offered to take you with him there for free, and you quickly accepted his offer with an excited smile.

On your way to the Wangshu Inn, you jumped when something or someone passed beside you at the speed of light, the only thing you manage to perceive was two colours, teal and green. You thought it was your imagination and just ignored it, you were excited to see the Inn since it should be enormous and fabulous to see in real life.

Farther away, a man stopped running, as he caught a wipe of a certain scent. Like a hawk, he turned around, his eyes fixated on the man he just passed by, the bright blue mark on the back of his neck troubled him. But the other one on his shoulder blade stunned him, the geo mark engraved into your skin, along your gold veins shining under the sunlight. His heart skipped a beat.

“… How?”

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