#( i fcking loved writing that bit )

[placehcld]

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 & 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋

General Information

Full Name: ██ ██████

Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Sighting 9536-B — The Visitor | Humanity's Arbiter | The Devil | "Kang Daehwan" (trans. Dae (대) "Grand or Great" | Hwan (환) "Illustrious, Shining, Light")

Gender/Pronouns: ??? / Appears Male, Uses He/Him and Masculine Nouns

Age: ???, Appears in his mid to late forties.

Species/Race: ???

Birthdate: He was not born.

Sexuality: Terrible. Does he even understand the concept of love?

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Interaction Warning(s): Downright evil character, supposed to be a version of the literal "Satan". Inspired by Needful Things, the SAW Franchise & various similar franchises. Mentions of Gore, Blood, Kidnapping, Torture, Cannibalism, etc. will be present.

Appearance

Height: 6'0" (183cm)

Build: Mesomorphic, Inverted Triangle

Skin Tone: Rich Golden, Warm Undertones

Eye Color: Dark Brown with a hint of deceptive warmth, Almost black

Hair Color/Style: Rich dark brown, a faint hint of warmth when sunlight hits his hair; A few streaks of grey peeking through, though, they're often hidden away — Slicked back with a few strands of fringe lazily hanging to his eyes

Distinguishing Features: A signature smile that feels not only empty but also incredibly inhumane; Lack of proper facial expressions that express genuine emotion; A faint scar behind his left ear; Flawless complexion, otherwise

Clothing Style: Business Casual, Suit & Tie

Background

Birthplace: He was not born.

Current Residence: Golden Peaks - Definite residence unknown

Family: None.

Important Relationships: Does not have any favorite toys at the moment.

History

❝ It shouldn't have been possible. But it is! It was. This is definite proof that it had happened. Around four years ago in the middle of May, Sighting 9536 had appeared yet again. It stood within the middle of a clearing of the southern part of Copper Grove. That damned, white door . . . It had finally appeared once again. It was protocol to ignore it. After all, Sighting 9536 might be passive in nature, yet it bears dangers & horrors of unimaginable quantities. And thus, one must ignore it. At all times.❞ [ . . . ]

❝However, some tourists end up being too curious for their own good and so, I keep watch in front of it once it appears. For their safety, of course. It's my duty, after all. It stays for about 46 hours every time it appears. Why not two full days? I don't know. I stopped questioning the sightings within Golden Peaks & the logic they follow. In any case, I would remain stationed in front of it for those 46 hours in the middle of May. As always, I held my rifle, clutching it to my chest, expecting to shoo or scare away anyone who dared to come to close. It all seemed like the usual deal since I've taken this job up. But it wasn't. No. I think the Sighting, the Door felt . . . Maybe realized that I was there to dissuade anyone from entering. And in turn, it had responded. In the middle of May.❞ [ . . . ]

❝ The first 24 hours were like always; Nothing happened. It was easy to stay awake, simply because I'm used to sleeping only a little or not at all. I held onto my rifle with one hand whilst scrolling through my phone with the other — Like always. However, maybe I should have started questioning this particular situation when my phone just randomly decided to die on me. I still had 22 more hours to go at that point & only the sky & the forest to keep me company. ❞ [ . . . ]

❝ At the 30 hour mark, I was already starting to feel drowsy. That alone was strange on its own. I do not get tired that easily. 12 more hours passed & I started to feel how my grip loosened. On my rifle. On reality. Sleep was attempting to take me at this time. And it felt even stranger — Like a hand caressed my soul, ushering me into slumber with gentle yet empty-sounding whispers. I was getting more & more tired. I felt heavy. So incredibly heavy. But also . . . so warm.❞ [ . . . ]

❝ It must have been around the 45 hour mark when I felt something bump against my lower back. Immediately would my eyes flutter open. I had fallen asleep. I must have fallen asleep. But I didn't even remember falling asleep? Another thud against my lower back. It wasn't forceful, though. My mind yelled for me to turn around, check if the door was still there — if it still was, that would mean that no one had passed through while I was asleep. Another thud. I didn't even have to turn around because I soon heard a voice from behind me . . . ❞

"Miss, would you be so kind and move out of the way?"

❝ I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't believe what I was seeing once I looked up; The white door was cracked just a tiny bit, revealing the face of a middle-aged man clad in suit. At first, I thought him to be a hallucination. That this place was playing another trick on my mind. But as I continued to hold eye contact with that man, unable to see the interior of what laid behind that door; I felt it. That unnatural smile on his lips. Warm eyes, yet empty as they locked on my own. This wasn't a human who had managed to escape the anomaly. And yet, I would move out the way, letting him step through the door completely. I had only turned away for one moment but the door was already gone once I looked back. But he was still there. Smiling at me. Holding that damned briefcase. ❞

"I didn't know that I would be having a welcome committee. Say, Miss . . . What is your name?"

❝ I didn't answer, even if my lips & tongue moved on its own & wanted to respond. I was somehow drawn in by that handsome, strange man in front of me. I couldn't move. Couldn't swallow. Couldn't even properly breathe.❞

"We can't begin if I don't know your name."

❝ I felt that grip on my soul again. But this time, it wasn't soothing. It wasn't warm. It felt ice cold.❞

"Answer me, sweetheart."

❝ With the last bit of power left in my body would I pull the trigger of my rifle — The bullet connecting with my foot & painfully cutting through muscle & bone. He didn't even flinch. He only continued to smile. I don't even know if he blinked. But it didn't matter. The moment of pain brought autonomy back to me & so, I ran. I limped away. He didn't follow. He only smiled. ❞

Sighting 9536-B must be treated like its predecessor — He must be ignored at all times. Do not let yourself be roped in by his games. Do not even look at him. Just act like he doesn't exist and soon, he will leave. Or you had wished for him to leave.

Trivia

The man known as The Visitor does not seem to be bound by the laws of what human consider logical and real. He seems to be of omnipotent presence. His abilities are yet to be determined, although, they might be too vast to be properly documented.

The Visitor will often introduce himself as Kang Daehwan. It is unknown if that name is one made up by the entity or the former name of the body he currently possesses. It is not known if this body is his. But it is known that this is not what he actually looks like.

There are no records of a Kang Daehwan ever having lived in Golden Peaks. This means he is not a survivor of Sighting 9536.

[leoleolovesdc]

It’s so weird that Heathers the musical toned down so many things from the story (Veronica’s gray morality, JD’s behavior as a whole, Kurt and Ram’s sa on the girls, etc.) but decided to make the Heathers way bigger assholes than they are in the movie.

McNamara doesn’t do anything in the movie, she just goes along with Chandler and kicks Veronica one time at the beginning but then in the musical she’s setting up a fcking date rape??? She goes along with the boys during Sword Fight in Her Mouth and is just a bitch to Veronica all of the time, but everyone in the fandom (and also Veronica somehow) kind of ignores it because she acts innocent.

Duke, even though she isn’t made that much worse from her movie version, (except for the date rape thing with McNamara) is also way more agressive and obnoxious. In the movie, even after Duke turns into a Chandler carbon copy she’s still a funny and likeable character. In the musical she is an asshole even before Chandler dies and her and Veronica keep antogonizing each other from beginning to end when in the 1989 version they were pretty much friends until the last minute.

I think one could make an argument that Duke’s bullying of McNamara is also worse in the musical, but I’m a bit lazy to adress that, so just have in mind that in the musical she’s also more agressive, screaming at Mac at live TV instead of just writing “poor little Heather” on the board.

Chandler in the musical is more of a cartoon character than a person. She screams at everything and everyone for no reason whatsoever, she isn’t necessarily a worse person, just very flanderized and, I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that somone who acts that way could even have a chance of climbing so high on the social hierarchy of a school. Heather in the movie was a bitch, but she knew how to keep up appearances. She acted nice, she played people, she never had to scream to get things to go her way, that was how she managed to be so powerful.

The movie is a parody of teenage narratives, the musical takes that parody and plays it straight. That’s how you get an absurd story where the three mean girls of the school are annoying bitchy monsters and the literal murderer is a sympathetic villain.

I think the Heathers 1989 is interesting because of how literally everyone is a bad person, but at the same time not everyone is the same kind of bad.

You have bad Chandler, an fatphobic asshole who doesn’t care about anything unless it affects her. You have bad Kurt and Ram, homophobic, sexist guys who have raped multiple girls. You have bad McNamara, only follows other people’s leads which makes her act like an asshole. You have bad Duke, is not evil when controlled but when given the opportunity she will become an asshole. You have bad Veronica, an uncaring and murderous person who in the end makes the right choice. And you have bad JD, the kind of guy who he thinks he’s justified in blowing up a whole school just because everyone there kind-of-really-fucking-sucks.

All of these people are assholes and some of them should be in jail, but that doesn’t make the psycho who’s killing them some kind of martyr, he’s still just as bad, maybe even worse, than all ofthe others. The musical makes JD look justifiable.

He was good person, he was just traumatized!

If only he had gotten help!

No. Just no. JD was psycho. He was trying to blow up a school. That’s not justified, doesn’t matter what sort of heroic reason he may have he had. Which, by the way, he didn’t. He wasn’t killing people because they were assholes, he was killing people because he was an asshole.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. Yes, I still love all of thsoe characters despite how much shit I talked about all of them, sorry this got long, one thing lead to another, and now I have spent like two hours writing this and my arms hurt from holding an ipad. Bye.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

So uh. I had this super dumb idea and decided to roll with it.

Which I guess is kinda how writing works on the whole but anyway.

Here's the first chapter of a Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB Reader fic that absolutely no one asked for but my brain dumped on me anyway.

Whole first chapter is basically setting the scenario. Bear with me here. I intend for this to be both heartfelt and fcking hilarious in equal measure. As of right now I don't really have plans for it to carry on for more than three or four chapters, but who knows.

Timeline is set to around a decade after Gol D. Roger's death, prior to Mihawk having status as a Warlord of the Sea. He'd be in his late 20s to early 30s (don't ask me to math right now, it's almost five in the morning, I'll be more specific later). So not super-young Mihawk. He definitely already has his silly lil adorable pointy goatee/moustache that we all know and love so very much.

I don't even have a damned title yet. We'll just call it, uh. I don't know. Fucking uh........

Flight Risk

Ch. 1 of who even knows

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Young!Mihawk x Marine!AFAB!Reader

SFW for now, but not in later chapters

No trigger warnings yet, possible future trigger warnings for imprisonment, mild torture (definitely psychological, maybe physical)

Word Count: 3420

Only a few months had passed since you enlisted with the Marines, and nothing seemed to be going right. You were clumsy with both melee and ranged weapons, not particularly strong physically, and while you had improved through training you weren’t learning at nearly the same rate as the other recruits. It was no help at all that your somehow borderline useless devil fruit abilities had somehow been exposed and you were now the target of constant torment from other cadets, and even some superior officers.

You almost wanted to give up entirely.

You spent most of your free time hiding away from your peers at an old dock on the base to avoid the teasing. It was here you say now, arms wrapped around your knees and glaring out toward the setting sun after another day of being squawked at and offered crackers. All because you had taken a stupid dare from a stupid friend when you were six years old and eaten that stupid fruit.

You let out a heavy sigh at the sound of footsteps behind you, certain that one of your tormentors had discovered your hiding spot.

“Really not in the mood,” you said aloud, not bothering to look over your shoulder. “I’m sure it’s just as much fun talking about me behind my back—”

But instead, a commanding voice that made your breath catch in your throat and your eyes grow wide as saucers answered. You recognized it as its owner spoke your name aloud—anyone on base would have recognized it. You quickly scrambled to your feet and turned around to face Bogard with your hand raised in a salute, trying to keep your knees from shaking.

“S—sorry, sir, I—” He just held up a hand to stop you, and your mouth snapped shut immediately. His own mouth remained turned down in his usual characteristic frown, and after a moment he let out a vaguely frustrated sigh.

“Vice Admiral Garp requires your presence. Please follow me.”

You remained glued to the spot for a moment even as he turned on his heel and began to stride away. Garp and Bogard had shown up at the base a week ago on some business from headquarters that was being kept quiet around the rest of the base. You quickly forced yourself to follow after Bogard, your stomach in knots as you jogged to catch up to his long strides.

He didn’t speak again until you were outside the door of the office the vice admiral was occupying, turning to face you with his arms crossed. You quickly saluted again, your eyes still wide, burning the slightest bit—you were fairly sure you hadn’t blinked a single time since he had first addressed you.

“At ease, cadet.” You swallowed, lowering your hand and folding it behind your back with your other. “The vice admiral has some questions for you,” he said in brief explanation, opening the door. “Come.” You flinched as you followed him in, Garp’s booming voice meeting your ears as he shouted at someone through the den den mushi on his desk. It was clear he wasn’t in a good mood.

“Again?” he was saying, pacing behind the desk. “Yeah, I got it. Why do you think I’m at this shithole of a—” He gave a growl of annoyance, his grip tightening around the speaker. “Yes, Fleet Admiral. I think if I could manage to capture Roger, I can handle some brat calling himself the World’s Stronge—”  He closed his eyes tightly, pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I’m well aware of the threat. Doesn’t make him any less of a brat. With all due respect, sir, I know what I’m doing, Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Understood.”

He dropped the handset back onto the den den mushi, sitting heavily in his chair behind the desk, strumming his fingers on the arm for a moment impatiently.

You felt as if you might pass out any second as you stood in front of the desk, trying to keep yourself still but still fidgeting slightly as your nervousness evolved toward something more like abject terror. There was no way this was about anything good. The vice admiral was here on orders handed down directly from his own superiors at Marine Headquarters. Vice Admiral Garp, recognized the world over as the hero of the Marines, the man that had brought Gold Roger to justice barely a decade ago.

An officer of his status wouldn’t waste his time with a lowly cadet like yourself unless the situation was incredibly dire.

When he finally lifted his eyes to look at you, you sprang immediately into a salute, and it was all you could do to keep your knees from buckling. He glanced at Bogard, standing off to the side and idly flipping through a book on one of the shelves along the right side of the office walls. “This the one?” asked Garp.

“It would seem so,” he affirmed.”

“Good.” He leaned back in his chair, his gaze flickering over you. “At ease, cadet.”

Once more you folded your hands behind your back—though in literal terms, you were anything but at ease. Your face flushed and your legs visibly shaking at this point, it was all you could do to keep your eyes on his.

The vice admiral gave a small snort of amusement at your nervous state as he picked up a folder from his desk—a folder with your name written on the tab.

“Calm down, you’re not in any trouble,” he said. You still swallowed nervously, your mouth turning down ina  slight frown. He read your name out loud at the top of the file before going on. “Says here your old man was a Lieutenant. Died in the line of duty among a fleet that took on a division of the Whitebeard pirates.”

“Y—yes, sir,” you said, giving a short nod when he glanced at you from over the top of the folder. “He’s the reason I enlisted.”

“Revenge?” he said, lifting his eyebrows.

“No, sir,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I looked up to him. He wanted to make the world a better place. Safer. That’s...why I enlisted.”

He nodded slowly, observing you for a long moment as he seemed to mull over your answer. “Good to hear,” he said finally, lowering his eyes back down to what you could only assume was your enlistment paperwork. “Revenge is thankless work. Your old man was a damned good Marine. Honorable. Sounds like the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree.” You relaxed the slightest bit in the approval at his tone—it was perhaps the first compliment you had gotten from any of your superiors. “Unfortunately, we’re not here to reminisce. This is official business. And confidential.” He set the folder down on his desk, still open, meeting your eyes again. “I’ll need your word right now that you won’t repeat anything we discuss here to anyone.”

Your eyes widened a little, and you nodded quickly. :Of course, Vice Admiral,” you said immediately, your heart hammering in your chest.

He nodded slowly himself, picking up a lowball glass of what appeared to be whiskey from his desk. He gestured with his free hand to the chair across from him. “Then have a seat. We could be here awhile.”

You glanced at the chair behind you, and took a few steps backwards, folding your hands in your lap. You couldn’t begin to imagine what sort of official business he might have with you. You were a new recruit, tended to blend into the background—at least you had, until word had gotten out about….

Your stomach dropped at Garp’s next sentence.

“I understand you’re a devil fruit user?”

“I…am,” you said slowly, almost cautiously. You had received nothing but jeering and taunting for your ability, even before you enlisted. “It’s…not exactly a useful ability, though.”

“You don’t think so?” he said, with a hint of a smirk, and you shook your head, your eyes dropping down to your knees. “‘Omu Omu no Mi,’” he read off from the file. “‘Zoan type devil fruit. Gray parrot.’ You’ve had the ability for…fifteen years?” You nodded shortly, your brow still furrowed in your growing confusion. “You can’t think of any application where that would be useful?”

Your remained silent for some time, wondering if it was a trick question, some sort of joke at your expense. Sure the vice admiral wouldn’t waste his time calling you here for the sake of a joke. After a moment, you shook your head, lifting your gaze, grimacing a little. “It’s, uh…been more of a burden than anything, honestly,” you admitted.

“Yeah, I’ve heard.” Your brow furrowed a bit, and he gestured over to Bogard, still leaning against the bookshelf off to the side. “I’ve had Bogard here keeping an eye on you since we got here.”

That was incredibly surprising news to you. You glanced at Bogard yourself. You had seen him around the base a few times, but it had seemed to be only in passing. While you were still rendered speechless at the claim, Garp when on.

“I read in your file that your mother’s an…ornithologist?” he said, glancing down at the folder once more. Your brow remained furrowed as you nodded slowly, trying to wrap your head around where this could be going. “So I’d guess you have a pretty good understanding of birds. How they behave, interact with humans?”

“I—”

“With all due respect, Garp…” Both you and Garp glanced over at Bogard at his interruption. He lowered the book he had been flipping through, his frown deepening. “This is still the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard of.”

“Give me a better idea, then.” After a moment, Bogard rolled his eyes, lifting the book again, still looking quite disgruntled with the situation—whatever the situation was. Garp turned his attention back to you, gesturing with a wave of his hand for you to continue.

“I-I…did learn a lot from her,” you affirmed. “She specializes in parrots and corvids. She runs a veterinary practice and rescue service for them in the East Blue.”

“Think you’d be able fool people into believing you’re the real thing?”

“Wh…wha…”

You felt like you were trapped in some strange fever dream you couldn’t wake from. Garp raised his eyebrows as he waited for your response, as you frowned, struggling to collect your thoughts into something organized enough to allow you to speak.

“I…used to prank my mom into thinking I was one of the birds in our aviary,” you admitted, almost sheepishly.

Garp let out a hearty laugh at that, his smirk spreading into a grin. “Well, if you could fool an expert, then I guess you could fool damn near anyone, huh?” You blinked rapidly as he leaned forward, crossing his arms over the desk. “So. How much do you know about a pirate by the name of Dracule Mihawk?”

Your breath caught as you froze in place, your blood running cold.

There was no Marine, likely no one in the world, that didn’t know that name. It wasn’t long after the execution of Gold Roger that he had begun making the headlines, and not for anything good. Even as a rookie he had quickly gained a reputation for being ruthless and deadly, slaughtering pirates and Marines alike with seemingly no distinction between the two. For a few years now he had gained notoriety for being considered by many to be the world’s most powerful swordsman. You had heard stories of him singlehandedly destroying entire Marine warships without batting an eye.

The man was practically a living nightmare for any Marine.

“I…I’ve heard of him,” you managed to force out weakly.

Garp scoffed at that, taking a sip from his whiskey. “Who the hell hasn’t?” he said. “Especially among us. He’s been responsible for the deaths of more Marines over the past few years than any other pirate sailing the Grand Line. And completely on his own. No crew.” He shook his head, giving another scoff. “Almost no one we’ve sent after the bastard comes back alive. Except, of course, those he lets go willingly to tell us he’ll continue to slaughter anyone that challenges him. It’s a problem we can’t ignore.”

You swallowed, the rising tension in you rendering you as stiff as a statue. You could sense where this was going…and you didn’t like it one bit.

“I’m thinking a different approach could be out best bet in taking care of the problem. Something a little more subtle.” You nodded slowly to indicate you were following what he was saying—what he was suggesting. “I’m sure you don’t want to see any more Marines die at the hands to this monster any more than I do. Am I right?”

Of course he was right—you knew it as well as Garp did. Your father had been enough. Knowing that there were so many other Marines, other men and women that might leave behind broken families, losing their lives at the hands of such a ruthless killer…it sickened you to your core.

Once more, you nodded.

“Then we’re on the same page,” he said. He leaned back in his chair for a moment, taking a sip from his glass, before he set it down and stood up. “You say you think your devil fruit ability is useless. I say it could be exactly what we need.”

“Y…you want me to use my devil fruit to…” He paced slowly behind his desk, his eyes remaining on you, waiting for you to say it. “T…to take down…him?”

“Not…quite,” he said. “Like I said, different approach I want you to use your devil fruit ability against him. But not to take him down. I think you’re probably smart enough to know that you wouldn’t stand a chance in combat against him.” You swallowed, giving a short nod in agreement. “What we really need at this point is information. Any potential weakness that he might possess. Your ability isn’t useless, but it is…unassuming. You could spy on almost anyone you wanted without them knowing. And hey, let’s face it—pirates like parrots.”

You heard Bogard sigh heavily at this statement, and you couldn’t help but agree with his wordless disapproval. Pirates like parrots was a pretty broad generalization to make regarding such a dire situation.

“Look,” Garp said as your brow furrowed once more. He stepped out from behind his desk, slowly circling your chair. “Parrots are smart birds, right?” You nodded. “And they tend to bond pretty easily with humans?” Another nod, your eyes following him as he came around the other side of your chair, stopping right in front of you and leaning back against his desk. “You could get close to him without him having any idea you’re anything but a friendly, intelligent bird.”

“or he could consider her a pest and kill her,” said Bogard dryly—voicing the exact concern that was already forming in your own head.

Garp rolled his eyes. “One, there haven’t been any reports that he makes a habit of killing animals. Two, you’d be a bird. You can fly. He can’t.”

“He can split entire ships in half from at least a hundred yards,” Bogard pointed out.

“Yeah, he can,” agreed Garp—and his confirmation of this claim did absolutely nothing to help your resolve. “But why bother killing a bird that’s already flying away? He’s killing Marines to send a message that we can’t touch him. He’s killing pirates so his competition knows they can’t touch him. What’s he going to kill a goddamned parrot for?” Another sigh came from Bogard—it seemed as if the man had been through this exact same argument before. “Worst case scenario,” Garp continued, “you fly off to safety and consider it a failed mission. No black mark on your record, brownie points for even attempting it. Best case…” He crossed his arms, his mouth spreading into a grin. “You get close to a pirate no one has been able to touch for years, and return with commendation and respect from the entire Navy. Show all these recruits that have been laughing at your abilities that you’re a hell of a lot more useful than any of them.”

You bit your lip, your eyes darting off to the side. You didn’t consider yourself vain…but you had spent fifteen years considering your devil fruit completely useless. Now you had a Marine vice admiral, a man regarded by much of the world as a hero, telling you that you could potentially use your power to save the lives of countless people. It was the exact reason your father told you he had enlisted—to protect innocent lives, to make the world safer.

“I…I’m not much of a fighter,” you said finally. “If he were to figure out that I’m a human…a Marine, I…”

“You’d receive special training before the mission,” said Garp. “Enough to give you a fighting chance at escaping if you had to. Given what we know about Dracule Mihawk, it would still be dangerous, of course. But you’d still stand a better chance alone at gathering intel than an entire fleet of ships would stand facing him in combat. As it stands now,” he said, his expression shifting into a scowl, “there are several high ranking Marine officers that believe the only chance of dealing with him is offering him status as a Warlord. There’s still a problem with that, considering no one can get close enough to him to propose the offer. If nothing else, you could get close enough to do that.”

“Which would likely be the best course of action,” Bogard interjected.

And Garp ignored him.\

“I propose,” said Garp, “that you keep an eye on him for a month. Get as close as you safely can. Search for any potential weakness we could exploit, and report back. If there aren’t any,” he said, tossing a sharp glance at Bogard, before leveling his gaze with yours again, “then you go back with the paperwork in your pocket and propose the offer.”

And possibly be killed the moment you revealed who you were—what you were. That detail remained unspoken, but you had no doubt that both Garp and Bogard had already considered the possibility, if you were already thinking about it yourself.

You could be killed. In the blink of an eye. Without any warning. You could die attempting thing. It was almost insane to even consider what Garp was proposing.

But you couldn’t ignore the possibility that it could work. That it could save countless lives from ending.

Save countless families from the same grief you and your mother had endured.

You pulled in a slow, deep breath, lifting your eyes and meeting Garp’s.

And you nodded.

“I’ll do it.” His eyebrows shot up at your acceptance. “I’ll do anything I can to help.”

His surprised expression slowly split into a grin.

“You’re under no obligation to accept.” You turned your head as Bogard snapped his book shut, leveling his dark eyes with yours. Garp was already chuckling to himself, but Bogard’s expression remained grave as he went on. “You’re aware of the risk, I’m sure. The pirate in question has killed thousands of Marines to date, and I wish that was an exaggeration. This could very well be a suicide mission. If you’re doing this for recognition, I suggest you walk out of this office and forget every detail of this conversation.”

“I don’t care about recognition.” You shook your head as Bogard continued to regard you with a frown, lifting an eyebrow; as Garp tossed a glance at him that very clearly said told you so. “And I know the risk.I know I could die.” He crossed his arms, waiting for you to continue. You swallowed, going on quietly, “But…if it succeeds, then it could stop thousands of others from dying.” You lifted your gaze to meet his, straightening your back in the chair. “That’s all I care about.”

Though Bogard didn’t look entirely convinced, he wasn’t given any further opportunity to protest, as Garp let out a laugh. “You heard the girl, Bogard,” he said, reaching behind him and picking up the receiver from the den den mushi on the desk once more. “I say it’s time to get the ball rolling and finally give this madman a run for his money.”

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[lildrabbles]

I love the way you write!!! The Caine x reader was just sugary sweet! So I was wondering if you’d maybe write something for teen Michael afton x reader cause like I’m just a bit obsessed with him just a little bit and like maybe they can meet through Evan (or C.C) or something-

Teenage! Mike Afton x Gn! Reader

Warnings: swearing, Crying Childs name is Evan

A/N: thx so much for the request! Loved writing this, hope this is what you were looking for :)

(I couldn't find any good gifs 😢)

-you had been looking for a job for some quick cash for a while now

-after doing some work by dog walking and raking leaves, you managed to land a job at Fredbears Family Diner as a dishwasher

-you worked there for a couple weeks when the boss, Mr. Afton, came up to you and asked if you had the time to babysit his kids (he had a “very important business meeting to attend”...)

-you happily accepted after hearing the price he would pay (a considerably high price!!)

-he offered to drive you to and back since he lived quite far away

-when you reached his humble abode, you were surprised to find out that you would be taking care of 2 little kids, and 1 teenage boy around the same age as you

-he looked bitchy and like he didn't want to be here

-”Look kid, I don't care what my old man said, you aren't fcking ‘looking after me’, got it? So don't bother me”

-you were a bit taken aback, but didn't question it

-the little boy whose name was Evan didn't seem to cheer up much the rest of the night, but you managed to get on Elizabeth's good side!

-after that night and receiving your pay, Mr.Afton had gotten you to become his personal babysitter whenever he needed to be somewhere

-So after a couple weeks of being their babysitter, you had been able to actually talk to the other teen and learn his name which was Mike

-you two had slowly but surely gotten closer, and you even started to have a tiny crush on him

-but of course you didn't say anything, that would be unprofessional and you didn't want to lose both jobs

-So you kept your feelings hidden

-until one night, where you all were watching a movie together (Evan and Elizabeth had fallen asleep), he did the cheesy yawn-and-stretch-arm-over-your-shoulder move

-you stared up at him, but he still had a scowl on his face and didn't acknowledge you

-So you just sat back and blushed, not saying a word

-until you heard him sigh, so you glanced back up at him

-”you know, if you ever have the time to like.. I dunno.. get milkshakes down at that crappy old diner up the road, that would be cool, I guess..” he mumbled, a pink tint on his cheeks as he glared at the tv screen

-your eyes widened before you stuttered “w-well, uh… wouldn't your dad get mad? What if I lose my job as the babysitter and at Fredbears?”

-he shrugged, “then he won't find out, will he?”

-You looked down at your hands that were resting in your lap, “well… that would be nice then”

-He looked down at you with raised eyebrows, like he was surprised. But then he scoffed and smirked

“ ‘Kay. Meet me there tomorrow night at 7”

[ineedjesusverymuch]

Diabolik lovers headcanons pt. 4

Hi! After that huge response my other post got, I decided to write more/be more active on here. I really enjoy writing my thoughts on just about anything regarding dl out and it makes me happy that so many people liked my post!

Although that big of a response was quite a shock. Seemed that I did not, in fact, yell into the void that time :).

Though I am not sure if that post did anything different, I'll continue posting on here no matter how big the response is. If I can make even one person happy with those posts, (including me) I'll keep on writing those silly headcanons of vampires that do not exist. :)

I am going to focus more on the mukamis and Yui in this post since the last one was almost only the Sakamakis.

⚠anything triggering will be marked like this: ❗trigger❗

⚠I am going to briefly discuss childhood trauma and depression.

As always, I'll try to stay at least a little bit true to the source material.

Asks are always appreciated!

This time, I rambled quite a bit about Azusa ':)

headcanons under the cut⬇

Firstly, Yui. Our dear heroine who deserves just about everything!

Really good at dancing those old, classical ballroom dances. She had a few lessons by Ayato (who spent the entire time giving his best not stomping on Yui's feet) and Reiji (whose lesson was the most horrifying experience she had ever had)

After those lessons, she refined her skills. Ayato is quite a good dancer, so she had someone to practice with.

Her best dances are waltz and rumba

Ayato is literally not physically able to stop watching her when dancing together. Never has he seen someone that beautiful (I stand by Ayato being totally besottet by Yui)

Her style is so coquetteish, old fairy tale princess, etherial soul, cottage core - genuinely dresses like a pinterest board

Really fcking pretty??? I don't get why the boys humble her all the time

Immune to pretty boys/play boys. She has seen it all.

really adores bunnies. Lionheads? She'd like a dozen of them.

Had at one point a guinea pig. It died and her father buried it and told her that a fairy had taken it to be her loyal companion. Yui believed it until she was like 16 years.

Her hair has those light curls and feels like the softest thing ever

The clasp in her hair is not the only flowery hair adornment she has, Yui loves to wear different clasps on special occasions

Definitely got gifted a hair pin with rose details from Subaru at one point

Best friends with Subaru. They like to spend quality time caring for his flowers and Yui is allowed to brush his hair on tare occasions.

Shu tried to teach her the violin once and she was horrible at it (but flute was her thing)

Has those shirts with horribly kitsch prints on them but no one says anything to her because she loves them so much

She has thought a lot about her faith since being with the Sakamakis. Read a lot about her god and the different religions.

Has though about studying theology and psychology in University

collects squishmallows

wears those light perfumes that smell like vanilla and flowers occasionally

Everyone turns their head when they first see Yui

Etherial beauty

Smells like vanilla. It's because she uses those body lotions and a lightly scented hair mist

Ayato goes mad at the smell

Ayato genuinely loves Yui. Just her, living her life. He adores her.

Also; Ayato is a himbo.

Dumb and dumber duo

Subaru teaches her material art as defense for anything coming at her

Natural at fighting

Decked Ayato in the face once as he materialized out of thin air behind her

Knocked him unconscious

Laito laughed for literal hours at the though of Ayato getting knocked out by Yui

Her dream is living in peace with eveyone she loves

Had an actual talk with Ayato at some point. They are a healthy couple now (No, I do not care about the canon. They're in love your highness)

Goes to therapy. She decided to after nightmares regarding her early days with the boys

Also, scared that Cordelia will come back at one point and take her body over completely

Yui is the nicest person ever

Will talk with you about everything you'd like

Gentle soul.

Gives great hugs?? Knows how to comfort someone who's feeling bad

She's not only good at baking but also at making those highly decorated cakes and cupcakes. Kanato begs her for themed cupcakes as soon as autumn starts and Halloween decorations appear

next, Ruki.

Eats way too much dark chocolate

We're talking about two entire bars minimum a day

Coffee junkie

Has a disproportionately large consume of anything caffeinated

Wears the same crusty, dry eyeliner since 1990

Refuses to buy a new one since "the old one still works" (it does not)

flirts with Reiji. Its so obvious that even Yuma has realized it

(Reiji is oblivious to it)

Academically speaking, really good at the natural sciences.

Fcking sucks at english though

Studies quite a lot, Ruki despises being on the same level as Reiji

Bad loser

Will be sulky after losing a game of Uno

Definitely cheats at card games

Really good at annoying Reiji. It's such a high level of annoying, he could give courses on the matter

Really good older brother

Checks on the other Mukami brothers when Ruki sees them struggeling with their pasts

Will check in every night if Azusa or Kou are plagued by nightmares

Has nightmares about the orphanage

❗sometimes wakes up scared that his brothers are actually dead and can only calm down after checking that each one is still alive

❗Definitely scared of anything happening to his brothers, he has panic attacks just thinking about that night

reads self help books

Has at least one "how to raise unruly children" book on his shelves

Culinary mastermind

But also makes the weirdest combinations of foods? Why would anyone like to taste jam with cucumbers and pepper????

now, Kou

Likes those really creepy stuffed toys

really good at drawing winged eyeliner

Has worn pink mascara and it looked so fcking good???

Hugest crush on Subaru

Flirts with him but the dear boy does not recognize romantic affection even when it slaps him in the face

Almost fainted riding the first time on Subaru's motorcycle

The scariest thing since really long

Wears really dangly, long earrings

With the weirdest motifs

Has one pair that has clams that can open. The pearls inside them glow in the dark.

his stomach is a bottomless pit. The first time he came over to spend a night at the Sakamaki's, Reiji was genuinely afraid that they had nit enough food to last to breakfast

Laito and he binged the Kardashians

Loves gossip. Knows everything about everyone

Makes rad nail art

Loves styling Azusa. Its their quality time, combined with trying those really spicy crisps

huge energy drink consumer

Helps him trough those sleepless nights were Kou stays up and chats with Laito the whole night through the phone

quite good at learning historical facts

Due to Kou's eye, he can see truths and lies in humans. But he is also really good at deciphering the human psyche.

Doesn't always use his eye. Sometimes, just Kou's knowledge of psychology is enough to recognize lies

There are some headcanons that Kou is italian. I agree with that. I can really image him enjoying the culture and the food. Also, I read a headcanon once that Kou's real name was Emilio. (If someone knows the name of the OP, please tell me)

Now, our vegetable freak: Yuma!

loves scrunchies and hair claw clips

Got one from Kanato once and uses them since

Also, I propose: Yuma with those hair claw clips in butterfly shape. Gifted by Kou as a joke

but now, he always wears them

Kanato braids his hair in really elaborate hair styles. Bridal style vibes. Kou thinks its the funniest thing ever

Shu loves toying with his hair when bored. It's just so soft and smells really good (Yuma uses Kou's shampoo on the regular. It causes quite a lot of fights)

took 1 (one) "Am I Gay" quiz. It came out a hundred percent positive. The next day, he confessed to Shu. They've been together ever since

Feeds the birds on the porch of their house every morning, together with Azusa

Actually really educated about current politics (at least the ones in Romania. But knows quite a lot about the USA and Japan, too)

Will start fights with Ruki about politics during dinner

If you ever want to hear angry romanian yelling, just go to the Mukami house during elections

Cares for every houseplant in their house

Brings at least two new plants per week at home. Ruki is on the brink of forbidding Yuma from accessing his monthly allowance

wears really shitty clothes. I'm talking thousand times stitched together trousers. They look like potatoes sacks but he refuses to get new ones

Has a toolbelt that looks atrocious

He wears it almost every day

The dirtiest shoes known to mankind

So dirty with soil and just about anything you can find in nature

Ruki gets daily aggressions about the spots on their carpet, since Yuma thinks changing shoes just for going inside is stupid

Wears the most amazing eyeliner but it is actually just old as fuck eyeshadow and mascara

He makes it look good

Has the longest lashes known to humankind

Brown skin due to being outside so much

Disneyprincess in secret

loves those huge dogs

now, Azusa!!

jesus that boy can be seductive

No, I wont elaborate

That was a lie, I will elaborate on anything with Azusa. He has the art of subtle flirting refined to mastery

Tried to flirt with Kanato. But Kanato thought he was being made fun of

Great at subtle makeup

Also; great dancer. Especially latin dances such as cha-cha-cha or salsa

He has those hips (breedable, as some folks would say)

Canonically doesn't like peppers

That doesn't apply to stuffed peppers with spices though

Great at remembering faces, not so great at remembering names

Can draw and paint and do art so good????

God of art

Not god of natural sciences though

Is doing alright at school but doesn't like the education system

Speaks not only romani and japanese but also a bit of English (and has the thickest british accent. No one knows where it is from and Azusa refuses to tell them that it is from watching Harry potter so often)

Colours his hair in a blue-black colour to give it more depth sometimes

Wears very pretty, light blue-ish glitter on the inner eye corner sometimes

So beautiful eyes??

Long, dark lashes

Likes to wear a bit of mascara

Naturally a defined jawline and straight nose

But a bit chubby cheeks

Is very pale but tans quite a but when longer outside in the summer. But dues to his sensitivity to heat, he'd rather stay inside

His eyes have a bit of an almond form, which gives them a sharp look, but still quite big

Azusa likes to wear too big clothes, especially hoodies and sweaters from Ruki and Yuma.

Also, cargo pants. The wide ones

Combat boots are a staple in his closet

Loves plateau boots and sneakers

Converse all stars are his to go shoes if no plateau boot is available

The shoes size him up quite a bit so the first time he met the Sakamakis, they all thought he was quite big. They all were surprised as they arrived at the Mukami home and Azusa just shrinked a few inches

Paints his fingernails in hope that he doesn't chew on them that much if they're pretty and colorful

Cuts his hair himself because he feels that his slow manner of speech annoys the staff in hair salons

But he likes the choppy style so its not as big of a problem for him

❗has a problem coping with what happened in his childhood. He canonically sh, but has frequent anxienty attacks too.

Due to that, he has a few weightened blankets and lots of pillows on his bed to simulate the feeling of getting hugged

Big hugger

His love language is physical touch

bug lover

Has a really cool sweater with the life cycle of a frog

That was it, actually. I rambled quite a bit about Azusa but I still hope you'll like it.

I hope I was able to make your day a bit better.

If you have any requests, just ask!

Thank you for reading all of that. I really appreciate you! I hope you'll have an amazing day/night!

[atzaurora]

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[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] "sᥕᥲᥣᥣ᥆ᥕ."

❥ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: Seonghwa, Hongjoong

➤ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: seonghwa x hongjoong

➤ 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (smut)

➤ 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: dating

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: 18+/smut/suggestive content, MDNI!!!, head, swallowing, hard face fcking, m receiving, gagging

➤ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: inspiration || Just Hongjoong going rough on Seonghwa's throat...

➤ 𝒘/𝒄: 675

➤ 𝒂/𝒏: my first time writing a member x member fic *⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠* I contemplated a lot if I wanted to do those fics in general but honestly idc and just wrote what I wanted :P it's very short but oh well...enjoyyy

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The door slammed shut in an instant, Hongjoong walking closely behind Seonghwa as he guided him by resting his hand on Hwa's lower back.

"Come on, in there we go," Hongjoong's voice was low with a raspy edge to it, making Seonghwa even more aroused.

The elder one of the two, has had no patience all day, constantly teasing Hongjoong while he worked. Of course Jjoong wanted him as much but still, they were at work.

At some point he had whispered in Seonghwa's ear, telling him to wait and that he would take him the second they got home. And he held his promise.

Hongjoong opened the door to their shared bedroom, pushing Seonghwa backwards till the back of his legs hit the bed frame. He pushed him down onto the mattress, climbing on top of him.

Hongjoong's lips smashed against Seonghwa's, grabbing and pulling on his hair, kissing him hungrily.

"God, you were such a tease all day," he grunted against Hwa's lips, a string of saliva connecting their mouths. Seonghwa only nodded, his hands planted on Jjoong's waist, holding him in a firm grip as he sat there on top of him.

"Does my pretty boy really want to get fucked so desperately, huh?," Hongjoong's eyes darkened as he looked down at Seonghwa's pleading face. "Yes, please, I— fuck, I've been wanting you all day," he responded immediately, watching as his boyfriend smirked down at him.

"Mhm, I see...well, I suppose we need to get these off then..." Hongjoong tugged on his clothes. They hadn't even taken the time to get out of their coats and shoes when they walked inside their house, too caught up with Seonghwa's needy behaviour.

Jjoong continued to tug on the shirt, manoeuvring it out of the waistband of the jeans Seonghwa was wearing all day. He pulls it all the way up, over the head, tossing the fabric somewhere next to the bed.

Hongjoong licked his lips at the sight, the view of the bare skin evolving an immediate reaction from his lower abdomen. Seonghwa bit his lip suggestively, reaching for his pants and opening them. "Pull them off, love. Don't hesitate," Hongjoong encouraged him, watching him with so much lust in his eyes.

Hwa did as he said, pulling his pants, along with his boxers down, leaving not a single piece of fabric on his skin. "Hongjoong~," he moaned teasingly, making a desperate face and knowing exactly it would turn his boyfriend on so damn much.

"Yes, baby~ fuck— that's right," Jjoong blabbered, focusing on Seonghwa's body while pulling off his own clothes. "I'm gonna fuck you so much, you won't see straight anymore." Once Hongjoong's clothes were all detached, he moved Seonghwa so he was on all fours. He himself got off the bed, standing right in front of Hwa's mouth with his shaft.

Without a warning Hongjoong grabbed Seonghwa's face, opening his jaw and shoving his hard cock in. Seonghwa whimpered with sensation, feeling how Jjoong's tip hit the back of his throat.

Hongjoong began to thrust into Seonghwa, face fucking him with deep and harsh thrusts, making him a moaning and sweating mess. "That's it, baby, take it all the way in. Just like you wanted to all day," he reminded Seonghwa of how he'd been acting all day long.

His hands moved along Hongjoong's thighs, gripping them harder with each thrust to keep his body upright. Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong's dick twitch in his mouth.

"Fuck~ I'm gonna cum," Hongjoong groaned, grabbing the back of Seonghwa's head to keep him in place. After one last thrust he pushed his head further on his cock, making Seonghwa gag and his cum running down the back of his boyfriend's throat.

"Swallow." Hongjoong looked him in the eye as he swallowed his load, looking all fucked out. Seonghwa stuck his tongue out, showing he swallowed and earning a passionate kiss back from Hongjoong.

Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong back onto the bed with him, not breaking the kiss as he moved his hands lower. "Round 2?"

[scekrex]

Hi I freaking love your writing! It is HOT!!!! I love you, love your work, thank you for alll you have done

Anyway, I have a nsfw prompt that kind of loaded, tran!reader is fcking Adam with a strap-on and Adam, out of it with horni, got fed up with the pace , flip reader over and start reading him with a brutal pace

Bonus point if you work in dialogue like "you are going to break me <3" "try not to before I'm done" , just Adam being bit of a mean bottom

Adam being a mean bottom is what I live for. Babe's a bratty power bottom through and through and no one can or will take that from me

Take me down, a little bit harder now

pairing: Adam x trans!male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Your hips slapping against his ass, his breathless moans and your heavy breathing were the only sounds that filled your bedroom. Adam underneath you was visible enjoying himself, on all fours he kept rocking himself back and forth on the strap on you had bought ages ago - it turned out that the self claimed dickmaster not only liked getting his dick wet, he also loved taking dick.

You gave it your all, snapped your hips forwards as harshly as you could while you also tried to keep the pace up, given that this was not your first round of the day you were quite tired already - not that this little fact would make you less horny though. “C’mon bitch, gimme fucking more,” Adam tried to provoke you in the most obvious way possible and while normally you’d put him in his place, your body was too tired to manhandle him and fuck him even harder. “Shut the fuck up, I’m trying,” you responded, sounding a little too focused for the fact that you just kept punding into him. Adam wriggled his ass as he kept moving his hips back and forth to meet your thrusts halfway through, he felt so overwhelmingly full and yet it was not enough to push him over the edge, not when he knew what you were capable of doing to him. So he made a decision.

He moved his hips forwards as you pulled back, causing the strap on to leave his body and while the emptiness drove him even more insane than the feeling of your thrusts leading up to nothing at all did, he was willing to pay that price for a short time. He turned around, the look in his eyes told you that he was done fucking aŕound, the first man was to finally orgasm, he wanted to reach his climax. “What the-” you were interrupted by Adam’s lips. The brunette had basically thrown himself onto you, pinned you down against the mattress as his hungry lips claimed yours. Your body was just as surprised over the sudden change of position as your mind was, having Adam on top of you was always nice and would never be something you would turn down. The first man bit down onto your bottom lip just as his hips sank down the rubber dick, that way he kept more needy moans from escaping his lips. “If you want shit to be done fucking right then you have to do ‘em your fucking self,” the brunette somewhat complained as he lifted his hips yet again just to press his ass flush against your hips again a moment later.

His large hands pressed down onto your chest to keep you pinned to the mattress, his ass slapped against your hips twice as fast as you had been fucking the first man, desperation hung heavy in his voice as he whined right into your ear, his lips attached themselves onto your jaw, sucking and biting the sensitive flesh. “You're going to break me,” you commented on Adam’s almost animalic behavior, he was acting like he was in heat, like the strap on was the only thing that kept him grounded and dulled the physical pain he’d go through otherwise. Not that you minded - not at all, you liked it actually. “Try the fuck not to before I'm fucking done with you,” he growled back at you.

Your hands were roaming over the brunette’s back, squeezing his ass every now and then and ghosting over his hips. “For the sake of my fucking dick, you better start jerking me the fuck off,” the first man huffed between moans and groans as your hands held onto his hips. That on the other hand he did not have to tell you twice, one of your hands was wrapped around his erection in no time, causing the taller - quite vocal - man to cry out your name in pleasure. He quickened the pace once more, eager to meet your hand and the thrust of your hips, he needed every little bit of stimulation he could get and he’d gladly chase the feeling if needed. He was too horny to be embarrassed about how needy he was acting, his brain too fogged up by lust and clouded with desire as he chased the needs his body screamed at him to fulfill.

Your thrusts grew sloppy and so did his hip movement, his arms started to shake against your skin, he had trouble keeping his head up so he simply buried it in your neck - that was also a good way to muffle the sounds that kept spilling from his lips - as he continued to work for his climax. You loved how vocal Adam got when he was close, or when he was needy in general, because the sounds this man was able to make were divine through and through. And despite you two doing the dirty and staining your pureness, he made your name sound so holy and untouchable when he moaned it out loud, for everyone to hear.

With a cry that sounded like a mix between ‘Fuck’ and your name the first man spilled his load, covering not only your but also his stomach in the hot, white fluid. And despite him reaching his breaking point, he kept thrusting his hips up to meet your touch, the touch that made him feel so good, so desired, and down to meet the rubber dick that made him crave more, that made him shudder and bend over every single time. However, it didn’t take long for the exhausted brunette to collapse on top of you. He mumbled sweet, blissed out nothings against the bruising skin of your neck that he had marked up all prettily and you simply petted your hair. Golden wings wrapped around you as Adam rolled over, taking you with him in his arms. You could tell the first man was about to fall asleep and even though you knew the feeling when you’d wake up later would be absolutely nasty, you allowed yourself to fall asleep as well.

[neowinestainedress]

OMG man i just saw your dad doyoung???? it's my first time reading something you and now i'm obsessed , i love it i love ur acc!! can we please have riding doyoung x praising from yOU

w!: unprotected s*x, brief thigh riding, riding, a lot of praises, pet names, a bit of overstimulation

a/n: first of all, welcome and thank you! i’m sorry it took a bit to write this but i hope it was worth the wait! also, i didn’t write it in the drabble but i imagined doyoung wearing a black turtleneck because he looks so fcking hot in it (always, but when he wears that a bit more)

Doyoung fingers are digging down the skin of your hips as you keep moving on him. It started with you grinding on his thigh while he was trying to concentrate on his book, succeeding pretty well until your moans got louder and he started to feel the wet patch of your underwear on his pants. Teasing you for being so impatient you couldn’t even let him finish the chapter as he watched you come undone without even being touched. 

And now you are here, bouncing on his dick while he whispers mocks and praises to your ear.

“Look at you,” Doyoung moans, one hand moving up on your body to cup your boob and squeeze it gently, “so beautiful for me.” He leans in, kissing you, muffling the sweet sounds coming from your mouth. “Ah, ah,” he tsks, slapping your hand away when you move it down, “no touching.” 

“But I want more,” you cry out, throwing your head back while from your lips escape a louder moan when his cock hits deeper into you. 

“I know you do, you’re my greedy baby, aren’t you? Nothing is ever enough for you.” 

You shake your head before kissing him another time, placing your hand back on his shoulder to keep the rhythm steady. 

“Just like this, love, fucking perfect,” he praises, resting his head on the rest of the couch. “You’re so good at this.” Doyoung knows riding is not exactly your thing, you always prefer when he does all the job, but he loves having you like this. The eye contact, your chest pressing against his, your ass slapping against his legs, and your beautiful thighs moving your body up and down. Everything about this drives him crazy, and the least he can do to thank you is praise you even more than he usually would. 

“Do you want to come?” He asks, looking into your eyes. 

You nod swiftly, mumbling a thread of ‘yes’, thinking he’s going to play with your clit, but he has no intention of giving it to you, not now at least. 

“Then move those pretty hips faster, come on, I know you can do better than this,” he encourages you, slightly slapping your ass before cupping it and squeezing it. 

You groan in annoyance, but still follow his instruction, moving on his dick faster to reach your climax. 

“Good girl,” he praises. His lips wrap around your nipple, stimulating your sensitive spot, while his hand leaves your hips so his thumb can rub against the other. And that’s enough to make you come around him while you spill out curses and calls of his name. “Fuck, babe, you’re so tight.” 

You hum, eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm overwhelms you, making you shake on top of him. 

“Oh, no, kitten, we’re not done yet,” he says when you’re about to lift yourself from him, pushing you down once again, cutting off a moan. “You can be my good girl and take another one, right?” 

You nod weakly, running the palm of your hand on your forehead, feeling that the room has gotten too hot. 

“Good, just like this,” Doyoung hums, tilting his head to kiss you. “Let me help you a bit,” he says, his finger gripping your waist firmly again as he helps you rock on him. “Nah – ah, don’t stop, don’t be a brat. I said I’d help, not that I’ll do all the job,” he scolds, slapping your ass when you slow down. 

A groan rolls from your lips but you keep moving like before, feeling tired and overstimulated already, clit throbbing and pussy dripping. You almost scream when his slender fingers reach your clit, moving in circles, making your nails sink into his covered shoulders as your head rolls back. 

“That was what you wanted before, pretty girl, didn’t you?” 

“Yeah, yeah, please,” you cry out, hips moving messily and thighs strained. You’re a mumbling mess, fighting with yourself to keep a steady rhythm and don’t give up. Your lips are plump, tortured by your teeth that keep biting them to don’t get a complaint from the neighbours, but it gets harder when Doyoung starts fucking into you, lifting you up and down on his dick. 

“My dumb baby can’t even fuck herself on me,” he teases. “Are you too tired? Does it feels too good?” 

You nod, humming lowly as the pleasure gets to your brain completely now that you’re not in control anymore. And Doyoung has to suppress a groan because you look too beautiful right now, and even if he would never admit it out loud, the pleasure is getting a lot for him too.  

“Yeah? Can you be a good girl for me and stop biting your lips? I want to hear you,” he asks, passing his thumb on your lips to free it. “That’s it, babe, moan for me. I don’t care if they hear us, let them listen, let them know how good I make you feel.” 

You don’t hold back anymore, feeling on fire as his words reach deep into your core and his thrusts get faster, too eager now you try to meet him somewhere, clit rubbing against him to replace the feeling of his fingers that are now on your hips to fuck you up and down. 

“Too much,” you mutter, feeling too stimulated. 

“Come on, princess. Just one more, I know you can give it to me,” he reassures you, kissing your lips and pulling your body closer to his. “Touch yourself,” he instructs, watching you blink away the haze as you try to focus and bring your fingertips to your aching clit. 

“Fuck,” you curse, head falling on his shoulder as you move your fingers at a fast speed, following his thrusts. 

“Good girl, fuck, squeezing me so tight,” Doyoung groans, jaw tense as he can feel you’re both close to your climax. And when it hits, there are no more words left to slur out, but only moans and groans while you both chase the high with messy moves of fingers and hips. 

Doyoung chuckles when you exhale loudly and your forehead meets his shoulder again with no will of moving away. “Tired?” 

You hum, snuggling against his neck. 

“Good, so I can finally put you to bed and finish my book with no need to worry about you starting anything,” he jokes before leaving a kiss on your lips and lifting you up, heading toward the shower because you both need it before picking up the book again. 

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[faust-the-enjoyer]

Just came across your blog lmao.

Me: Sees that you write for Keegan

Awww HELL YEAH!!! FELLOW KEEGAN ENJOYER

Me: Sees that you LOVE Hurt/Comfort

OMG OMG SAME BESTIE SAME I FCKING LOVE YOU ALREADY

May I, if it‘s not too much ofc (as a fellow Uni Student, I understand your pain 🫡), request some Keegan? X Fem Reader? Fluff? Maybe the scenario could be Keegan getting home from sth/somewhere and finds us (established relationship, could be boyfriend/girlfriend or husband/wife, whichever you like more) on the couch, wearing the comfiest clothes (maybe even his clothes lmao) with a blanket on top and excitedly waiting because it‘s MOVIE DATE NIGHT. And the cuddling and watching movie turns into play fighting and the reader "wins" against him (ofc he‘s just letting us) or maybe he is being a bit like an asshole and uses not full force but pins reader down and it‘s just kisses and giggles and all 💌🌸☁️🫧💕

Movie Date Night!

warnings: fem!reader, pre-established relationship, wife!reader, fluff, alcohol mention, non-sexual tickling, use of pet names, sfw but minors dni, mentions of being drunk, kissing.

Word count: 1.4k words.

A/n: thank you soooo much for the sweet request🥺🤍! Hope you like this! (sorry it took a while!)

Keegan closed the car door, grabbing the grocery bags with his left hand, although it was movie night -something that you two had been doing since you started dating- he had some errands to run, he had to buy some snacks and beer. It was nice that even after you two got married, you'd still do the same fun lovey-dovey stuff you did when you were dating. He locks his car, his shadow growing taller than him as it was almost nighttime now. Walking to the front door, he unlocks it, walking in and immediately being hit by the smell of your perfume, a sweet powdery smell he'd come to associate you with over the years of you two being together.

Locking the door and walking into the foyer, he hears your quiet chuckles from the living room, smiling to himself. Walking into the living room, he wanted to show you what he bought, instead he leaned on the door frame, smirking, seeing you on the couch, covered by your favourite orange blanket, wearing his navy sweatshirt and your own cute black pyjama shorts, reading the book you've finished about two times now. You see him from your peripherals, putting a divider in your book and putting it on the coffee table, grinning and looking up at him, "You're finally home, took you long enough,", "And I can see that you stole my clothes, again.", you both laughed. Getting up from the couch and coming closer to your husband, you wrap your arms around his waist and kiss him, "So, show me what you got!", you told him excitedly. "I got beer, and those sweets you've been looking everywhere for." he shows you what's in the bag proudly, knowing you'll be happy about what he found, you just don’t know that he went to three different stores to find those sweets. You look into the bag, a surprised expression is painted on your face, then look up at him again as he looks back at you, waiting for your reaction, smiling. You take the bag and gently drop it on the floor, hugging him tightly as thrilled squeals and “Thank you”s fall from your mouth, he looks at you, contentment and pride clear on his face.

You try pulling him to the couch, but he stands still, pulling you back into his arms, "You can wait a bit, can't you sweetheart? I just gotta go to the bathroom and change." you put on a faux frown, grabbing the grocery bag again and getting back to the couch, "Fine, go." you say, wanting to sound pathetically upset but instead you giggle through your words, watching him smile and disappear upstairs into your bedroom. As he changes, you get some more snacks for the movie, putting them on the coffee table. He comes back to the living room wearing his cozy brown loungewear, turning off the lights and closing the curtains with him but keeping the floor lamp on. "Finally, oh my God." you say, sighing and patting the empty space next to you on the couch, signalling him to come sit.

He sits down roughly, gently grabbing your face with one hand and kissing your cheek. "So, what are we watching today, Hun? Did you decide yet?" you two always had turns on who gets to choose what movie to watch, and this time it was your turn. “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes!” you tell him enthusiastically, “Ah, another Marlyn Monroe movie.”, his adoration for you coating his tongue, it wasn’t your first time choosing an old movie, and it surely won’t be the last, “Yes! I’ve wanted to watch it for so long now, and we’re finally watching it!” small squeaks of joy leave you as you grab the remote and turn the tv on, going to the tv stand, there, a DVD player is plugged into the wall and tv. Your family had a plethora of DVDs from over the years, and you’re the one that got to keep them when they were throwing their old things out. You work on putting the DVD into the player as Keegan opens some chips’ bags and small chocolate boxes on the coffee table, looking over as he opens a bag of chocolates, seeing you crouching, he admires your beauty from afar as he always does, not caring if you catch him and get embarrassed.

You go back to sit on the couch, remote still in your hand, as you sit down, you gently threw your legs on Keegan’s, crossing them, laying your head on his shoulder as he starts squeezing your thighs gently, he covers the both of you with the blanket, and gives your forehead a gentle kiss. You turn the movie on, setting the remote aside and grabbing the bowl of salted popcorn on the coffee table. You both begin watching the movie, snacking on popcorn, chocolates, juices, and beer. Every now and then a comment would leave one of you about the movie’s plot, one of the characters, and their outfits, both of your voices can be heard all the way from the foyer. After a while, Keegan puts the now empty popcorn bowl back on the coffee table, his hands slowly glide up from your thighs to your stomach, but you think nothing of it, his eyes are glued to the tv and it’s not strange for him to rest his hands on your body. His warm fingers slowly slide under your shirt, sliding over to your ribs, putting his palms on your body to warm you up, then suddenly, his fingers move fast, tickling your ribs, he knows your weakness. “Hey!”, you gently try to get his hands off of you, cackles filling the air, “Stop it baby! -” “No.” he said simply, cutting you off, his hands trail down, this time his fingers attack your sides.

You try pushing him off, but he's as still as a statue, you're left unable to do anything but fall victim to his fingers' attack on your poor, poor sides. That is until you get the bright idea of holding his wrists above his head, he taught you some self-defence lessons, and perhaps this wasn’t the situation he wanted you to use them in, but that doesn't matter anymore. You grab his wrists in between your laughing fits, your grip tight enough to stop him, not to hurt him, and you bring his wrists above his head as he smirks at you, proud of his girl for paying good attention during training and putting her skills to use, he could easily stop you if he wanted to, but he doesn't. You move to straddle him, but he pushes himself to the side, falling on his back in an awkward angle, letting you be on top and hold his hands above his head on the warm, soft couch, he's smiling up at you, enjoying this as much as you are. "Had your fun, princess?" he asks, his tone dripping with love for you, he sees that glint in your eyes, that look of pride. "Yea." you giggle, lowering your body while still holding his hands up, your face now close to his as you kiss him, a long, sweet kiss. You slowly let go of his wrists as your lips depart his, quickly grabbing one of the soft pillows on the couch behind you and throwing it at his chest, much to his surprise. He grunts, grinning at you as you look down at him, "I win, husky boy." you tell him, playful victoriousness coating your words. That was what you called him one night after getting slightly drunk, "Husky boy", due to him having light blue dog-like eyes.

""Husky boy", huh..." and with that, he grabs you by the waist and flips you and himself, careful to not accidently hurt you, moving you underneath him with the pillow falling on your laughing face, his hands slowly reaching up to get the pillow off of your face, and to find your own hands, raising them above your pretty head, his fingers intertwining with yours as he looks in your eyes. "I'm sorry, who wins? Can you say again?" he chuckles, his cockiness seeping out of his words. You look up at him, opening your mouth to answer but getting too caught up in your own laughter, "Come 'er!" you tell him, signalling him to get his face closer to yours, and as soon as he does, you capture his lips again in small pecks, these kisses reached his checks and neck, he was quite generous with his love as well, kissing every part of your face. The movie was long forgotten about, its noise low compared to your two's joyous laughter and giggles. The night ended with the tv off, and you two sleeping on the couch, in each other's arms.

-(dividers by vase-of-lilies)!

[hangeswif3]

Out of line

Warning: a little nsfw, maybe a bit yandere if u squint. Hange being possessive. Angstttt, no happy ending. They/them pronouns for Hange.

Summary: You and Hange break up, they don’t take it very well.

Note: This is just the second thing I write so please be nice, also English is not my first language so it might be kinda grammatically weird. Written in completely free form so I hope you understand. Thanks for reading <3

Hoping that Hange manages your breakup in a healthy way was a terrible mistake.

“What?” Hange answered turning to look at you, you can see how the confusion in her eyes turns to anger.

“I said we should breakup” you said with more anger than you intended “I’m so tired of you trying to push me back, you know im worth more than staying to do office work”.

You had gotten transferred to Hange’s squad not very long ago (against all odds, since you were on Levi’s squad before and you thought he didn’t transferred soldiers easily). And the truth is, you were a little worried about having a secret relationship with your section commander, but you never anticipated the real issue. Hange wanted to keep you inside the walls. You wanted to fight, you loved the rush to being out there, and you knew you were good. Hange knew that too. But they always found a way of leaving you behind, helping with the “logistics”.

So, you thought it was time for them to realize how stupid that decision was, and the only way to do it was by breaking up your personal relationship. Easy, right? Or so you thought.

“Oh, so that’s what this is about now, you wanna risk your life stupidly and you think I’ll let you if we’re not together” they stated, you can see how they are trying to control themselves.

After what seemed like forever, they smiled and said “Okay, we break up, but don’t think this ends here”. And they left.

Now, 2 months later it’s been a power game since. You can’t count the amount of times they have texted you drunk.

2:30 am Hange: wher are you? I’m outsde your room

2:31 am Hange: whoo are u with rm? It better not be that soldier I saw u with the othr day

3 missed calls from Hange

2:35 am Hange: amswer ur fcking phone

2:35 am Hange: I swear to god im gonna break down this door

2:40 am Hange: okay im srry just open the door pls

Only for you to get a “sorry about that” text the next morning.

Hange was extremely jealous when it came to you talking to any other person.

Even came to doubt about the friendly relationship you and Levi had.

Every time they saw you with Levi, or practicing fighting with a new soldier, they had to restrain themselves from going there and rip you apart from anyone who was touching you.

Cause they couldn’t do that anymore. You weren’t theirs.

But let’s face it, you didn’t wanna break up with them either, so when you saw them with some other soldier from Levi’s squad at a party, you couldn’t help but to drag them away.

“You’re out of line soldier” they said with a small smirk.

“Shut up” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“You’re a brat” Hange responded.

“And you’re sleeping now with Levi’s soldiers? Classy” you said with a humorless laugh.

The commander leaned a little to whisper in your ear “I have to keep myself entertained, otherwise I’d come back and fuck you senseless for even suggesting that we do this”

After all that, they ended up eating you out in the nearest restroom.

That was the beginning of your routine.

It was a common reoccurrence now, you made each other jealous, you fought, then fuck, then came back to the “break up”.

All to come back the the same reason of the breakup, they didn’t wanna risk your life.

Hange had lost a lot of people on the way, but they couldn’t bare to lose you. Everything but you. So they kept you inside the walls, and they’d keep doing so.

That was your routine until they couldn’t take it anymore. Until their jealousy got the best of them.

It was a normal day for you, you were just practicing fighting with Levi, he kept helping you practice and getting better. You missed fighting titans, you missed the last two expeditions due to Hange’s need of leaving you out of it.

“Pay attention brat” Levi said kicking your legs and knocking you down.

“Ugh” you responded standing up, feeling a little dizzy.

“Wow there” Levi quickly grabbed you by the waist when you stumbled, getting you close to him, in an awkward position. “You good?” He asked.

You still felt a little dizzy but just nodded, looking at him, noticing how you were extremely close together.

Hange was looking from afar, this was a normal reoccurrence, they used to look at you from afar sometimes, that was their way of keeping you in check. Making sure no one did anything they weren’t supposed to.

They were already annoyed by you and Levi getting so friendly, but they had perfect control over them. But when they saw Levi’s hands on your waist, and the way you were looking at him, Hange saw red. They couldn’t help but to walk slowly towards you two.

You weren’t the first to notice. You just saw how Levi was smirking until you turned your head and saw Hange. At first you thought it was gonna be a normal fight-fuck think between you two, but the face they had, you knew it was dangerous, and for a moment you were afraid of what was going to happen.

“Fucking finally” Levi said “she needs to go to the infirm…”

He was interrupted by Hange punching him on the jaw, Hange was wearing rings per usual, so quickly Levi started to bleed. This made him a little confused so he stumbled back. When you saw Levi looking back at Hange you didn’t know what could happen, so you stood between them, trying to push Hange away.

“You’re a dead man” Hange said in a deep voice, a voice you had never heard before.

“Stop Hange, let’s go” you said, trying to pull them away with you. But they stayed there, looking at Levi.

It seemed like an eternity, Levi and Hange where looking at each other, you saw Levi deciding what to do in his mind. A crowd was forming around them, the punch certainly attracted many people’s attention.

“Please” you said, just wanting to go.

Hange finally looked at you, you couldn’t believe what was happening, until they looked at Levi and said “don’t ever lay a finger on her again”. Before letting you drag them away from there.

Levi just smirked, knowing what this was about.

You dragged them to their office and closed the door behind you, before turning back to them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You said, your heartbeat still going at a thousand.

“Why was he touching you?” Was the only thing they said.

“What the fuck? Levi? Really?” Was all you could say.

They walked up to you, lifted you up by the waist and sat you on their desk, putting both their hands on their desk at each side of you and leaning closer.

“Why. Did. He. Touch. You?” They repeated, clearly annoyed and more angered.

You just wanted this to be over, you could see how angry they were. “We were just practicing and I got dizzy so he helped me not to fall”

“Bullshit” they said slowly, hitting the desk and backing up, passing their hand through their hair. “Why do you keep doing this to me?” They said, almost painfully.

“To you?” You laughed ironically “I am the one that’s gonna be the new scandal around here thanks to your little act”

That just seemed to annoyed them more.

“Can’t you see this, I was just trying to protect you” they said, now referring to the breakup.

Finally you looked at them. They looked exhausted, like they hadn’t slept for days.

“I can protect myself” there was no backing up now.

“But I can’t. I can’t focus on protecting my squad when all I can think about is you being safe. I can’t” they said painfully.

“So what do you want me to do?” You finally said, tired of all this.

“Quit the corps” they said.

“What?”

“Quit the corps, come live with me. We can be free together, we can have a nice house and you’ll be mine”

You sighed, you couldn’t believe they were asking you this, they knew how important this was for you. But you love them too.

“Would you quit with me?”

“What?” They asked, clearly confused.

“If I am going to quit my dream for you, it’s only fair for you to quit the corps to be with me, if you love me”

Hange stayed silent, it was too much. You knew how much they loved titans, and science, it was their nature, and it was why you loved them.

After a long silence, you knew the answer. You didn’t notice you were crying until you could taste a salty tear. You cleaned your face with your hand before speaking.

“I’ll request a change in squad in the morning” was all you said with the strongest voice you could muster.

Im sorryyyy, should I make a part two of this? Thanks for reading. Love u.

[donghoonie-3]

I love your work so much! <3

Since Hoonie was extra beautiful during Circle charts and even presented an award, can i get male idol reader catching him after it and rewarding him for how well he did?

awwh thank you so much anonie 🥺💖. This is my first mlm request hehe <3. He really did look extra beautiful <3 I hope you like this!! And also I am so sorry for the long wait!! I lacked motivation to write but I'm slowly getting it back hehe (hope I didn't just jinx myself 💀).

Reward

Warnings: MINORS DNI !!! sub!sunghoon, dom!amab!reader, bottom!sunghoon, top!amab!reader, praising, marking, reader cums inside sunghoon, this isn't proof read, let me know if I missed anything!!

"fuck sunghoon you looked so good on that stage tonight" you mumbled against his neck, kissing him in between your sentence.

The concert has ended not too long ago. Your boyfriend looked extra good today, especially when he wore that suit...God you just wanted to rip it off him and show him how good he did.

So after the show has ended you met him at his changing room. You were too impatient to wait until yous have gotten home, plus there were for a fact fans waiting for the both of you and as much as you loved them, you wanted to only be with Sunghoon right now.

"mnghh~" Sunghoon whimpered when you gave attention to the sensitive spot on his neck, giving him a love bite under his jawline meanwhile your hands moved up to undo his buttoned up shirt.

"so good" you praised, pulling away from the new love bite you've left just to give him another one somewhere else on his delicate neck.

Once you got rid of his shirt your hands moved to touch his bare waist making your boyfriend flinch at the sudden touch. The feeling of your cold hands against his hot skin and the feeling of you sucking and slightly biting at his neck has him bucking his hips up as little whimpers escape his throat, desperate for some sort of friction.

"You're so needy hoonie~" you laugh, teasing him for how desperate he is. "It's not my fault" he says with his head thrown back. "Yeah? Who's fault is it then?" You ask as your hand moves from his waist to to his still clothed dick, palming him over the grown tent.

"ahh- yours" he moans out. "My fault?" You palm his a but harder to draw out moans from him which you succeed at. "mhm, you always make me feel so good, how could I not need you?" A bit of courage in his voice is shown as he answers you. "Fair point".

You stop palming him to undress him and yourself. "So good for me" you kiss his neck. "Turn around for me baby" he does as you tell him. You wet your fingers as best as you can since you don't have any lube and you don't want to hurt him.

"I already stretched myself" he says just before you can continue you actions. "Oh? Did you plan on doing this baby?" You ask, you move your wet fingers to your dick instead to get it wet, once again, to not not hurt your boyfriend. "mm you can say so, now quickly put it in already!".

You start to enter him and he grips the table in front of him. "So warm. So good" you say under your breath as you easily slip in. "My pretty baby" you start praising him. Your hands go to his hips and you start to thrust into him.

"did so good tonight, you know" you kiss his cheek, slowly picking it the pace. "You looked extra good today too, especially in that suit" you bite his neck and suck in hickeys again.

The noise of skin slapping, sucking noises and Sunghoons moans fill in the room. Good thing the room is sound proof.

"My good boy, yeah? Only mine." He turns his head to meet your eyes "only yours yn" he moans out. His eyes move to look down at your lips which you notice, you take this as a sign to kiss him. Your lips interlocking with his soft ones, you bite at his bottom lip causing him to whine. God you love how he sounds. You enter your tongue and explore his mouth with it.

"yn, feels so good" he moans out, almost collapsing on the table when you start fucking him harder. "So fcking good for me hoon, so good" your grip on his hips get tighter, almost bruising. Sunghoon is sure that you'll leave marks there and he's loving the thought of it.

He wants to be marked up by you in every way possible, whether its leaving bite marks, hickeys, bruises from tight grips or even being slapped or spanked. He loves it all, it makes him feel like you own him, and you do, he's yours and you're his.

Your thrusts never slowing down, only speeding up. You moved one hand to his pretty dick and jerk him off, helping him reach his high as you can feel yours building up.

You both pull away for air. "So- ahh good" Sunghoon moans out, his head hung low as he let's out pretty moans.

"You're perfect for me baby" you kiss his shoulder. He let's out a loud high pitched moan and that shows that you've found his sweet spot. "Right there" he whines.

"Gonna cum for me hoon?" He nods fast, he's really close. Your hand moves faster and so do your thrusts. Fucking him nice and deep.

With one loud moan of his he cums all over the table and your hand, you don't stop though. "fuck! Yn" his whole body collapses on the table as you continue to fuck him, chasing your orgasm.

"Just a bit more, okay? I'm close" one hand soothing his side and the other on his waist, keeping a good grip on him. His body jolts with every thrust of yours.

The overstimulation is so much and he loves it. Tears starting to fall down his soft cheeks from the pleasure. "please" he doesn't even know what he's asking for.

"where do you want me to cum?" You slowly down before it's too late. "Inside, please" he says desperately which you find cute. "Okay love" you pick up the pace again and cum in him, letting out a groan of your own when you do.

After staying inside him for a couple of seconds you eventually pull out. You watch as your cums flows out of him along his pretty thighs. "You look so pretty, oh my god" you nearly moan from the sight.

"Ughh it feels so sticky" of course the clean freak he is he whines about it, you chuckle at his cute reaction. "Okay, I'll get you cleaned up now" you say while still laughing a bit.

Taglist: @hee-poster @ness-iness @makiixuxii

[rabbitsrams]

size kink with schlatt but the roles are reversed :D (fem reader)

(don't rly see this often when speaking abt this kink, even in my own writing lol)

nsfw under the cut, minors dni, 18+ only.

so. what do i mean by roles are reversed? it's simple: the shorter person is the one who's in control/power/etc.

like idk, it kinda drives me wild the idea of big and tall schlatt underneath you, who's so much smaller than him.

teasing the absolute shit out of him and seeing him whimper and writhe underneath you. god.

"aw, am i too small for you?"

"my big guy looks so pretty under me like this."

big tough schlatt becoming absolute putty in your hands as soon as you push him on the bed in that certain way.

TYING HIM UP OH MY GOD????? BIG GUY AT YOUR MERCY????? A NEED!

him calling you 'miss' or 'mistress' (i'm dead, gone, goin' to heaven)

so much begging and pleading for you to use him, to stretch your tiny hole around his big cock. but goes silent as soon as you touch him.

"big tough guy has nothing to say now? use your words, angel."

"please, miss, please."

and ofc once you comply he thanks you with every other word.

pegging him oh my fcking god killing myself

call him a good boy and he's got his legs spread for you in an instant. he has such a huge (no pun intended) praise kink i don't make the rules.

he still praises you even if you're the one domming cause he just loves you <3

and the aftercare!!! esp if you tie him up or do smthn that requires a bit more energy, you're doting on him: running a bath, telling him how good he did, all that good stuff.

"you did so well for me, baby. i'm so proud of you."

and afterward him laying on your chest resting as you stroke his hair!!!!!!!!!! <3333 i am so soft for this man you don't even understand

[bitethedustfools]

Crossover ideas 1

TCF x TWST

(Spoiler alert. Beware)

Yall know that Lilia Vanrouge raised Malleus Draconia so I raised you this question: What happened when he meet Cale Henituse who also raised a baby dragon?

They both are father-shaped, a general/commander of war, a trusted friend of a royalty, you see the point.

I just wanna see some crossover between my beloved story/game and I do not have the skill to write a story. I only have idea.

I think its neat to put Cale in TWST world. Hes so lovable that small and big fairies alike just latched onto him even though he have such villainous traits thats barely shown unless someone mess with his loved ones. Just like a cat lounging around lazily but had no problem fcking you up.

The senate is gonna be fcked and got their golds looted or something because Cale is a scammer and got that Dominating aura and everyone keep mistaken him as a dragon.

Lilia is going to be his best friend or a platonic partner or something since they both are similars in so many ways. Look, they both have a dragon as their kid. It's perfect. let them raised them together.

Meleanor is 100% approved cuz she hates the senates and Cale did a great job giving a big middle finger at them.

Just imagined how he got dropped into this world out of the blue, cursing loudly at the gods like a sailor or just quietly seething cuz Raon is with him. Maybe he got dropped during a war, or infront of Lilia and perhaps Meleanor.

But anyway, everyone is watching him with surprise and with the intensity of the sun at what Cale, a stoic, pretty and a slender man, carrying so preciously and tenderly in his weak arms.

Its a dragon! A baby dragon!

Can you imagine the chaos? The misunderstanding? Like Raon, although his form is different than Meleanor's dragon form, he is by far most similar to her, minus the purple colour. It could be said a slight changes in characteristic due to different species of a father.

In other eyes, they probably mistaken him as the heir or that they dont know that Meleanor had two children and began to plot.

And then Raon, offended that they think he's someone elses son, pointed at Cale and said, "He's my father."

Que, everyone thinking he's a dragon or that Meleanor actually have two husbands and had hidden one. Meanwhile, Lilia here is trying to jog his memories if she ever told him about this or hes just forgot.

Or maybe Cale got send here and Raon at random place and Raon just coincidentally got dropped at the egg chamber. Everyone just thought that the egg had hatched even though its not.

Raon either admit or commit to the bit, just like Cale. Gonna trick them thinking hes the heir to the briar valley while he put this egg here inside his personal storage dimension and he latched to this one person that reminded him of Cale which is Lilia.

Lilia is sus but he had no evidence. Like, Raon is powerful alright and he's the only baby dragon here. he's also smart, but okay. The only reason he believed hes Meleanor's son is because Raon is so rebellious to the senates and they cant do anything because hes too smart and can obliterate them in one go.

And thats all, really. Dont have any ideas now. Thanks for reading this.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

https://www.tumblr.com/youraverageaemondsimp/756570049542864896

THIS! While I understand that there are copyright issues with fanfiction, to see that these so-called "professional writers" are completely fcking over a large franchise like this, it's clear that we should start questioning anyone who does not have fanfiction experience or anyone who looks down at fanfic writers.

while i have watched wonderful shows that are written by those who are non-fanfic writers, it is clear the writing prowess who have experience in fanfiction should not be underestimated. fanfiction is not just a series of smutty fics online. it's training you to write beyond just sentence level. it also trains you to write compelling character arcs. just look at Star Wars', "The Acolyte"! the screenwriter used to write Star Wars fanfiction! And everyone is raving about it on Tiktok! also, as a bit of a fun fact, writing fanfiction can start writing careers for you. for example, Hazel McBride on Tiktok. her aemond-targaryen-inspired fanfic went viral on AO3 and she now has a 6-figure book deal!

anyways, raving aside, i think it is time for Hollywood and novelists to start taking fanfic writers seriously now, especially when they are taking over large franchises like HOTD. and, honestly, at this stage, i have lost my trust in anyone who does not have fanfic writing experience.

I agree with you! Fanfic isn't always about smut, there have been many fics I've read that outdid the original show itself and it was absolutely mind blowing.

Any writing experience is still a writing experience.

And fanfic writers are still writers ! They just come up with a plot that involves already existing characters, there are many fics I've read on my time here on tumblr that will borderline pass as good stories if they didn't have already existing characters, that's how talented the writers over here are.

Let me give you a few examples:

"Consequences" and "A perfect score" by @targaryenrealnessdarling

"Our last summer" & "Down in flames" by @sapphire-writes

"Behind the scenes" & "Could you pretend to be in love" by @neptuneiris

"Glass cuts deepest" & "Fall from the heavens" by @flowerandblood

Any many more I'm probably forgetting!

But yes, the point is that fanfic writers are indeed valid and are true writers, they have creativity and the ability to take the source material and turn it into an absolute masterpiece. They should start taking fanfic writers seriously.

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im probably gonna write a firepin fic about firey wanting to make coiny angry at him like old times so he thinks of a plan to make him jealous by trying to rizz pin, and it ends up working after a bit of failed attempts, but pin ends up being the dominant one. after a whole day of failure, pin goes up to firey and admits she thinks hes kinda cute and charming. then shed give firey a kiss on the cheek and hed freak tf out in a good way. heres how firepin enjoyers can still win.

oh my pin factory ... star this is so fcking awesome i literally just woke up but reading this made all of my neurons activate AAHHGG I LOVE THIS IDEA SMMMM please please PLEEAASE show me when you're done i really love this

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TB S2 EP 13 THOUGHTS!

True, Omega has gotten really good with being a soldier. She's staying cool in high tension situations, she has good aim, thinks on her feet and outsmarts her opponents easily. But Phee is right, Omega hasn't gotten to just be a kid for a while now. She deserves to have a proper childhood

LOVED seeing Hunter's enhanced senses at work. Sometimes I catch myself going "froce sensitive?" just because he's so hyper-aware

^this is just based on him grabbing that dudes wrist when he tried to take his money

THAT MOMENT WHEN WRECKER GOT UP WHEN THE GUY WAS ALL "shoulda brought more muscle" BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR BITCH

Phee shooting that guy under the table like damn girly alright

"Yes, I am playing against myself. It is the only time this game is a challenge." YES BABY TELL 'EM ALL HOW SMART YOU ARE🤍🤍🤍

"We never had such a thing. I do not see the issue." Oh,,,, oh Tech Baby. Stop telling people how dumb you are🤍🤍🤍

Hunter did look like he was mulling over Phee's words

CID CAN GO AND :)

"Our mutually beneficial agreement wasn't so beneficial,,, mutually." Hunter your himbo is showing babes

HHHHH OKAY IT'S SUBTLE BUT!!! When Phee types in the coordinates to Pabu, her hand lands on Tech's shoulder. He briefly glances down at it, somewhat skeptically, and then she lifts it off again, before patting his shoulder and his eyes widen a little bit and maybe im too invested in this ship and I'll be quiet now bye

PABU IS SO PRETTY OMG

I LOVE that Phee isn't like a pirate-pirate. Like I thought she was shady but dang, she's just taking back people's heritage that was stolen from them and I LOVE IT

"Got some competition." WAAAAHH I KNEW IT

"Welcome" "Welcome" "Welcome" "Welc-" "PUT IT THERE" WRECKER I LOVE YOU

"Lots of food, drink and general merrimaking," points at Tech, "You'll probably hate it. It'll be great." Tech rolls eyes

^YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

NO BECAUSE BECAUSE Tech is the sassy b in the squad and Phee switching her flirting technique from "hi there good looking" to "lol dumb b" IS EXACTLY WHAT OUR BOY WANTS AND SHE FCKING KNOWS IT

AND THEN IT WORKS BC TECH TURNS AROUND TO LOOK AT HER WHEN THEY SPLIT AND HE'S LITERALLY THE ONLY ONE AND THEN HE HAS THE LITTLE SMILE AND DOWN ANGLED FACE AND WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"I have not heard her laugh like that in some time." Heeeeessss learniiiiing (that Phee was right lol)

"As a father, you couldn't ask for a better place to raise a child." Okay, glad we're all on the same page. Like, I'm glad all we gotta do is take one goddamn look at Hunter and just go "Dad."

I know it's supposed to be a joke again, but like Wrecker being full for the first time? That's so sad. Imagine going to bed hungry EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. Being full for the first time is something to remember, Tech should be writing it down.

Omega and Lyana bonding on the boat was so sweet!!

Phee getting Tech away from his datapad to get him to appreciate life's beauty IS MAKING MY HEART SO FULL

"Pretty spectacular, right?" <- Phee using the word spectacular, even though its not in her usual vocabulary, because she's generally more succinct and down to earth, but it's totally a word Tech would use

"I suppose... that is... one way to... quantify it." <- Whenever Tech talks about data or research (topics without emotional involvement) his sentences flow nicely and evenly and he gets about 100 out in 2 seconds. Whenever he has to talk about emotions or emotions are involved in the conversation suddenly he gets quieter and his sentences have less of a flow. He doesn't stutter, but he needs a minute to get them out. hmm yes very interesting.

Hunter checking in with the girls, so cute

Omegas learned a lot and has been pretty secure in her ability, but hearing her sound so scared when the wave came? dang. loved that she immediately called hunter though. V sweet :)

TECH AND PHEE WORKING TOGETHER

PHEE HOLDING ON TO TECH TO GET UP THE WALL HEHEHEHEHEHHE

Not a single 'fear of heights' comment from Wrecker when climbing that ladder. Proud of him :)

Tech pushing through that crowd to check on his bro THE CUTENESS

Wrecker side-hugging the mayor when he's looking at all the destruction I CAN'T THAT'S SO SWEET

So,,, so Phee and Tech just move as a unit now, huh... very interesting

Phee not letting Tech disturb Omega, Lyana, and Wrecker and him listening to her so quickly just,,, I think she'll end up helping him connect to/understand human emotion better and show him how to navigate relationships and I'm SO HERE FOR IT

Like she knows people and is clearly good with relationships, and he recognises that and trusts her to point him in the right direction, WHICH HE DIDN'T AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE!!!

"We could stay and help out with things."

"I had the same idea."

"Did you, now?"

cue cute smiling at eachother

WAAAAAAAA MY BABIES!!!!

10/10 episode, made my heart v happy. Dave Filoni, I have left your walls, you may live in peace until next week.