#.they have their own strengths that they play to. And they want to play to them well

[ddejavvu]

Cockwarming mean Logan while he drink & smokes his cigar. Reader tries to get themselves off but Logan tells them to sit still. It’s torture because Logan is purposely teasing them (nipple play, cl!t play, etc) he loves teasing his girl 😉

"Cut it out." Logan grunts, eyes fixated on your breasts, trying to gauge which one is more swollen and which one needs extra attention. He settles on the left, raising rough fingers to pinch at your sensitive nipple. He treats it like a plaything, something to fiddle with as he knocks back another sip of the stinging, harsh liquor he's drinking straight from the bottle. His fingers tug and squeeze mercilessly, and you rock slightly on his lap, begging him for more stimulation than just against your nipple.

He's focused more on his drink, and then he swaps it for a cigar and you watch, nearly drooling, as his eyes shut. He takes a long, low, sensual drag, lips exuding a breath of smoke that threatens to clog your lungs if you get too close to him. You rock again, bolder this time, and his eyes snap open, fixing on your own harshly.

"Stop moving." He lands a firm hand on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh roughly, as if showcasing the strength of his metal-coated bones, "If you can't stay still, you can't have anything."

There's little he could do besides push you off of his lap; you've been slowly worked open and eased onto his cock where he's holding you hostage. Still, you feel the ghost of rugburn on your knees and decide that obedience is the wisest course of action. You slow to a stop where you'd been desperately grinding on his cock, feeling your cunt burn with anticipation for more that you can't have. You feel like crying, a sob building in your throat that you try to speak around.

"I need more. It's been- it's been a long time, Logan, please, please will you just fuck me?"

Your begging is met with a faceful of smoke, one that you actually do choke on. Your body is wracked with a coughing fit, and it only makes your hole clench sporadically around Logan, bringing you closer and closer to an edge you'll never make it off of.

"That's the stuff." He decides, voice gruff and approving, and you squint up at his face, eyeing the cigar still pinched between his teeth as his lips move around it.

"Please." You lower yourself to his chest, ducking down and slumping against him in hopes that he'll take pity on your pleading gesture. Your nose longs to bury itself within his neck as he fucks you deep and slow, but you keep yourself contained hoping that he'll have mercy.

"Wait." He sentences you, "If you can hold off until I'm done with this cigar, then I'll take you into the bedroom and give you what you want."

"Here." You beg, "I- I'll take it here, I don't care!"

"After the cigar." Logan grumbles, his chest humming against your face with the words, "If you can wait, I'll take you against the fuckin' kitchen counter, for all I care. All you're getting now is a face full of smoke."

[kawhh]

I apologise in advance. I'm on a Jack binge. A Jack being manipulative towards his innocent friend binge. Enjoy.

1.9k words.

Warnings: Jack being manipulative, 'forcing' you into situations. Abusing your emotions. Non-con in a way. You aren't aware of what's going on.

He'd taken a hard knock into the boards at the end of a long roadie. Brushed off the medical staff even though his whole side is painted black and blue. Every step makes him hiss, biting his jersey and lip to not alert anyone to how bad he is.

Struggling through the pain to dress after the game, shoving the loosest clothing he owns on his body, not having the strength to squeeze into something.

Side throbbing so much that it feels like a burn, every accidental touch against the bruises feeling like it's being prodded with an branding stick.

He's just missed you. Needs to visit you. He can't have the medical staff holding him back, wanting to assess him. He'll be fine. He can cope, he's had worse. Just needs to get to your place. You'll take care of him. He'll get to see you adorably worried about him, playing nurse.

You'll be all over him, touching his bare skin, innocently feeling him up.. he's taking that over the medical staff all day.

Texting you on the way out of the locker room, giving you plenty of warm up time to panic. Not answering your follow up texts, wanting to see the pure panic on your face when he gets there.

Resting his head on the steering wheel in the parking lot, trying to breathe through the pain. Getting to you is gonna be horrific. Every single time he moves his leg it's going to strain his side. Every arm movement that makes him stretch is going to sting.

He just has to keep reminding himself that it's worth it. Every second of suffering.

He's staggering up to your door, feeling a little dizzy and disorientated, resting on the door before he knocks. He barely has to wait.

You're so cute.. the tears streaming down your face for him when you see how banged up and exhausted he is. He's playing it up a bit, hanging his head, moaning in pain. You're so delicate when you try and lead him to the couch, hesitating to even touch you.

Letting himself fall back when he's close enough, using it as a reason to lightly drag his hand down your body. He's just trying to find his balance, obviously.

Lifting the edge of his shirt, hiding his smirk as he sees your face light up red, your hands trembling. A glimpse of his abs and you're already like this? You don't even know what's coming.. he almost feels bad. Almost.

"Angel, need you to help.. can't reach that far down. You'll help me, yeah? You got any of those ice packs I left here last time?"

You're rushing off in a panic, almost tripping as you run to grab a pack, blushing deeper at the thought of having to touch him, having to be that close to his.. thing.

Stripping his shirt off fully when you're gone, not wanting you to realise that he's already feeling better than when he left the arena. You need to think he's a wreck.

He's pulling you closer, staring up at you, eyes half-lidded as you stress about touching him, just letting it happen. You're cute enough to eat. The flush is slowly advancing down your chest. Stammering before you hold the ice pack against his skin. That gets a real hiss out of him.

He can't resist reaching up to lightly tug the strand of hair falling down your face.

"That.. that wasn't so bad, was it? Am I really that awful to touch?"

He can barely hide his smirk as you rush to apologise, resting your hand on more of his skin as a way of apologising.

"Hey.. d'me a favour? It's kind of personal.. so if you're really against touching me, I won't be mad."

He can't help it. You're so easy to tease. You almost look like you're gonna cry, he's pretty sure those are tears forming in your eyes. You really do think you're being cruel to him while he's banged up.. so innocent, so gullible. You're nodding like a bobblehead. Wanting to do anything for him.

"Can you.. can you help me in the shower? Didn't get the chance to have one before I left.. it'll help with the soreness."

He's slinging his arm around your neck before you can even fully agree. Tightening his grip a little just to see you panic and react. Putting more weight on you than he needs, wanting to force you closer to him. You're having to wrap an arm around his waist. Your touch feels like a brand on his skin, it's addicting.

Stumbling together towards the shower, you're resting him up against the shower wall. He can't let you go that easy. Can't just let you leave now. You'll have too much time to think. Too much time to startle.

"Angel.. I'm feeling dizzy, can you.. can you stay in here? The shower's massive.. can you come sit in here? You won't get wet. If you don't, I might fall..."

He can see how hesitant you are, but the threat of him injuring himself is enough for you to be fighting against your embarrassment. He knows you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if he was hurt. He'll even stumble a little bit against the wall, holding his head like he's in distress.

You look like a little bunny, the way you slowly walk over, sitting as far away from him as you can get in the shower. How small you look on the floor.. the way you can barely look at him.

"Can you.. can you help me strip? Hurts too much when I try and pull my pants off..?"

The way you squeak in panic is intoxicating. The way your hand shakes as you reach out, terrified that you'll accidentally expose him. The way your cheeks puff out in concentration.

"Don't worry.. I'll keep my boxers on. Wouldn't want to traumatize my best friend now would I?"

Resting against the shower wall, hair covering his face as he watches you. Observes. You're trying so hard to not look at his dick. Have you even seen one before? Ever been like this with someone? Is he the first to share this with you? He's getting hard just thinking about it.

Turning on the water to try and calm himself down, hoping he can calm down what's surely a clear tent in his boxers. Even the sound of the water makes you startle, you're so on edge.

"Angel... can you.. can you come closer? The wall isn't enough.. I'm gonna fall."

You're slowly creeping towards him like he's a predator. Every inch you move makes it harder for you to avoid looking at him. Harder for you to ignore his cock. The way you're flushing only confirms his theories. The feel of you against his legs, the way you rest against them.. head filling with dangerous thoughts as you look at up at him, all wide eyed.

Would you look up at him like that if he just.. forced you to suck him off? If he just.. locked the bathroom door and caged you in. Told you that it'd make him feel better. Would you cry if he slapped your face with his cock? Would you even be able to look at him? Would you choke? Fuck.. you'd look so cute.

"Here.. you're getting wet. Why don't you sit more between my legs? Can't have you getting sick while you're being such a good friend, taking care of me."

He's forcing you in with his hand, feeling your head rest against his thigh. Struggling to hold back a laugh at how his cock is basically resting on your head at this point. He can't see your face now but he bets it's priceless. You aren't even trying to squirm away. Too afraid that he'll fall.. thinking he's not doing it on purpose.

He'll let you calm down for now.. as much as you can. Taking his time washing his hair, enjoying the feel of you. Washing his body in your usual scent, making sure that you're directly under the suds that wash off. He needs you soaked for later..

"Close your eyes f'me a sec? Need to wash under my boxers.."

He's reaching past his waistband before your eyes are even fully closed, half resting his hand against your head as he grips himself tightly.

Slowly dragging his hand up and down his cock, feeling his hand drag against your head at the same time. Slow enough to not raise too many flags in your innocent little mind. You're too nervous to open your eyes, to question why he's taking so long. Scared to ask what the occasional noise is..

What if he.. with how innocent you are.. could he pretend that it's shower gel? Could he..?

He's lowering his boxers to give him more room before he can fully think it through. It'll be fine. You won't open your eyes. He's basically fucking his fist now. His head throbbing. Pre-cum drenching his hand. Fuck. Even that's falling on your hair.. look so pretty already. Mixing with the water falling on you, watching it follow the curves of your body.. he can't hold back.

He's cumming in his fist, watching it drip through his fingers, watching it land on you. His. His fucking girl. His girl being soaked by him. You don't even make a noise. You're clearly his. Fuck, what'd he give you fully cum on your face. To make you watch. To fuck it into your mouth with his fingers.. baby steps.

Tipping his head back against the cold shower walls, needing the chill to help keep his head straight. You're so pure. Friends.. he can't help the smirk that forms on his face. You really think friends do this.. so adorable.

He's dragging his boxers back up, needing to look at your face again. Needing to see if there's any cum on your face. Needing to try something new with you.

"Angel.. you can open your eyes now. I feel a little better, just needed the hot water to relax."

The way you're looking up at him almost sets him off again. Most of it's washed off.. but there's enough still on your body to make him feel feral. Dragging his tongue across his lip as he watches it wash off into the drain.

"You got a little dirty... can I.. wash you off? I don't want your skin getting dry from the suds."

The cum's made him more impatient, forcing you up from your knees. His half-lidded gaze returning, fully focus on you, grabbing your chin to make you look at him.

"Such a good friend to me.."

Grabbing your leg, forcing it up against his non-injured side, making you squeak as you wrap your hands around his waist, trying to keep your balance. Edging his hands up your thigh.. resting his fingers where your thighs end.. rubbing against the lace trim of your underwear.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm just.. cleaning you up. You've got suds here. Stay very, very still."

Sliding his fingers past the line, stretching them out, an inch away from touching your cute pussy.. slowly stroking. Hovering his finger over your hole, pushing in slightly before withdrawing, snapping your underwear back in place. Giving your ass the littlest slap.

"There's my good girl.. all cleaned up. So lucky to have a friend like you.."

[revelboo]

hey, hope this months been good to you thus far and that january ended on a good note for you. appreciate you a lot ✌️✌️

Thank you! I hope your year is off to a good start, too

It Had to Be You Pt 17

TFO Megatron x Reader

• Draped against him, one of his hands is resting against your spine, sliding slowly up and down before his servos tangle in the hair at the back of your head. Making a soft noise, you wiggle on top of him, feeling his spark thrumming under you. That steady rhythm soothing you. As familiar now as the beat of your own heart. Still feel off balance from that contact with his spark. The glimpses you’d gotten of his memories feeling as real as your own. “You held back from me,” he says, red optics sliding to you then away as his jaw works. “Why?” Confused, you reach up to touch his bottom lip and his head turns away.

• Thought you’d finally trusted him. That the two of you had gotten past the fighting. Past resisting each other, but you’d not submitted to him when he’d bonded you. Hadn’t given him everything. And your expression is confused when you prop yourself up on your elbows on his chassis to look down at him. “What’s that mean?” Like you don’t realize what you’d done. What you’d denied him. Spark aching with that missing connection, with what should be.

• What’s he in a mood about now? See his lip lift slightly to show denta before he gently thumps the back of his helm against the berth a couple times. “The bond,” he growls, servos shifting against the back of your head, cupping it. “It’s not complete. You have to feel it.” Frowning at his tone, you remember being tangled in him. Overwhelmed as he’d coaxed you, wrapping himself about you. And you’d ignored that sweet pull humming through you, ignored his coaxing.

• “It was a lot,” you mutter, avoiding his optics now. Venting tiredly, he tries to let go of the tension. It hadn’t been a no. You hadn’t denied him. Can feel the imperfect bond prickling through his spark. Demanding to be completed. That he tangle himself so fully in you that you’ll never be free of him. But this isn’t something he can just demand or take. It has to be given willingly. And patience has never been his strength. “I didn’t really know what was happening. You didn’t warn me.”

• “A lot,” he echoes, voice strained. “I offer you everything and it’s a lot.” Servos restlessly playing with your hair, his optics shutter. “I’m trying. You have no idea how hard I’m trying.” Leaning up on him, you brush your mouth against his and he finally looks at you. Annoyed and hopeful all at the same time as his other hand lands on your hip. There’s a vulnerability in his expression that reminds you of the glimpses you’d seen of D 16. Of who he’d been before Sentinel’s lies had broken him of trust. And he’s trusting you, giving you the ability to hurt him. But You hadn’t been able to do the same, you’d balked, because it had felt like losing a piece of yourself giving in to him.

• “I’m trying too, okay.” Those eyes he gets lost in are so serious as you brush another kiss against him that feels like an apology. Knows he should have explained first, should have stopped you from touching him without understanding what you were committing to. Another Cybertronian would have known. Wouldn’t have given up their freedom to tie themself to him willingly. And he’d taken advantage of your ignorance to get what he wanted. To make a permanent claim on you. Would you have still chosen to reach out and forge that imperfect connection if you’d known what it meant? He’s not sure and a hurt part of him isn’t capable of just asking. Afraid of what the answer might be.

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PAC: A message regarding the situation in your mind

9 Piles, short-to-medium messages that can be applied to multiple situations.

I saw this reading by @redwinewhiteroses and thought it was such a wonderful idea that I wanted to do something similar.

Also, I wanted to get back into pick a card readings by doing shorter messages than what I usually do, and something people can go back to when needed for different purposes or situations.

So take a deep breath and focus on the situation you'd like an answer for when selecting the eyeshadow swatch.

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ONDINE 01

You have completed a cycle, and before you lies an open field. I think that despite this time being very exciting, because you have the opportunity to get on this entirely new journey, to start fresh and go wherever you want, I think that your previous failures still weight heavily on your mind, and that you are deeply scared to repeat past mistakes. You fear that things will end horribly before you even set foot on this new journey. I think the message here is to learn to not be so pessimistic and to have a bit of trust in yourself and the World. Perhaps you also need to spend some time recentering yourself and cooling down your heated emotions, so that you can see this situation more objectively, and avoid thinking the worse prematurely.

Try to channel the energy of excitement for this adventure that you are about to go on. Find the sense of wonder for what the world can offer, without worrying so much. Part of your journey is about finding this sense of magic and faith back, so that you have the energy to start something fresh. Yes no road is ever fully safe and nobody knows what's around the corner, but you can prepare for it, and you can handle it. So smile, for today a new sun is rising.

GALAPAGOS 02

You are being presented with an opportunity that you are pondering on deeply. I see you wondering if you can trust this situation, or person, thinking about where it could lead you, how it could unfold, playing with scenarios in your mind as a way to plan ahead. This situation, or person, is provoking new and exciting emotions to rise to the surface, but you are hesitant to trust it and go along with these sweet feelings it's creating in you. It seems good, but is it too good to be true? Are you fooling yourself and seeing things too naively? I think you may be trying to rule your heart with your mind because you don't trust this fickle thing, as if you were trying to over-compensate the strength of your desires, setting them aside by being as objective as possible.

The message here is about getting out of your head and back into the world. Not everything needs to be figured out, some things are meant to be lived to the fullest, with their light and shadow. Today you are being called to savor the pleasures of what is happening, to open yourself up to celebrate the beauty and joy of life and to share it with others. Things may not be as unstable as you fear them to be, so open your heart and join the dance. Beautiful memories await to be made.

NIGHTCLUBBING 03

The energy of your situation is one of withdrawal and deep reflection. There is a profound need to reconnect with the deepest aspects of yourself. For some, it could have to do with your spiritual self, as in, reconnecting with what is True to you, what gives you a sense of faith, what drives your soul forward. In all cases, this is about piercing through the night with the light of your mind in order to find hidden knowledge within yourself. A type of knowledge that is unique to yourself, your path, and your life. Perhaps you are currently reconsidering important life choices, or trying to find a new sense of direction, and you are being nudged to look inwards and focusing on your own truth rather than looking out to find answers.

What's interesting, is that the advice is talking about what unfolds after this time of self reflection. You are advised to take your gaze out of yourself and towards the world, to first plan actionable steps in order to bring your plan to life. You gained the clarity you needed and you have all you need to focus your energy in a focused way. Not only that careful but determined process will bring success to your endeavor, I'm also getting that the process itself will feel rewarding, as in, it will feel like reaping the fruits while you are moving forward. It's like after all this soul searching, moving forward again will feel like a win in itself, and you are encouraged to enjoy this stimulating energy and keep rolling with it.

BIARRITZ 04

This situation talks about an urgent need for security, be it financial or health related. It seems you've recently hit a wall and feel drained, again either when it comes to your health and body, or your money-related issues, but it could very well be both. You aspire for stability and a deep sense of achievement, but the truth is that you feel only half there, so severely lacking, which could manifest with a job that makes you feel sick and/or not paid enough for the amount of effort and energy you're pouring in. You know better conditions are possible and you want to go after that.

The advice is about weighting things carefully and not rushing into things. It is only natural to want out of this situation as fast as possible, but the ground under you is shaky and will require balanced actions. It would be tempting to just want out as fast as possible but you must be careful about not being rash and going after more than you can handle. I'm drawn to the idea that it's related to what you are currently able to handle personally, as in, you need to take things easy and take care of yourself well if you want to be able to get out of this situation in a graceful and healthy manner that will reward you in the long run. Otherwise you run the risk of harming yourself further and getting back to square one. So focus on finding balance within yourself, be mindful of your limits act slowly. It may seem like things are going too slow for your liking, but it's the best way forward for the time being.

VALHALLA 05

I get a sense of energy, excitement and freedom with this pile. This feels like a new year on a personal level, where everything seems possible and you have an open field in front of you to take whatever first step you want to shape your future. There is this massive burst of inspiration that feels cheerful and motivating, as if you could conquer the world today. The future feels hopeful and you have the drive to put things in motion. You may quite literally throw a party, sharing your joy with friends and significant people, possibly to celebrate some type of milestone.

The advice talks further about this, telling you to lean further into this energy of completion and new start. Do not look back but focus on the future and immerse yourself in this rebirth of creative energy in the purest form. Side note but when I mean creative energy, I don't mean that you literally need to be an artist, but that this energy is about creating something new that brings emotional fulfillment. The main takeaway is to savor this feeling of completion while opening yourself up to what the future will bring. Embrace this burst of positive feelings and let them fuel your movements forward. This is indeed a time to be excited and hopeful.

THUNDERBALL 06

You seem to be currently sitting at a crossroad, contemplating a decision that weights heavy on your mind. It feels like whatever you decide to do will have significant impact on your future, and you're feeling a bit stuck, turning things around in your head, trying to find the best course of action.

What you don't see is that what stops you from making the right decision has to do with looking at things with the wrong mindset. You seem fearful, full of self doubts and feelings of inadequacy, which in turns distorts the situation in your mind, making it seem more dramatic and fatalistic than it actually is. You yearn to connect to your situation in a genuine, positive and efficient way that aligns with who you are and how you feel, but it's like you're overwhelmed by this shadow which stops you from doing those things. It also seems like you are not investing in yourself in the right way, or your energy in the right way, which is increasing this feeling of being misaligned. It calls for doing things differently instead of keep doing the same things over and over again.

The message is to take a step back and let go of seriousness for a minute. Try to look at things more playfully. Find your way back to a joyful lightheartedness, which you've been severely neglecting. This cannot be forced, mind you, but will arise once you let go of the reins you're holding onto way too tightly. You don't need to control everything 10 steps in advance, it can actually be more efficient to just go with the flow and focus on the little sparks of light along the way. Life is kinda silly, and so are most of your problems, let's be fair, and it's time to embrace a new mindset that will free yourself.

BLONDIE 07

Your situation is about yearning for something that you hold very dear to your heart. An opportunity for growth, for change, something you find valuable and think that it will add a lot to your life. You have your eyes set on the prize, however, your whole mindset is being dragged by this feeling that you don't have enough, that you are not enough, and that you are somewhat unable to get what you want due to feeling somewhat broken. You goal seems far and your current situation dire, and you're exhausting yourself dreaming about it while feeling that you'll never get it.

The message is that you are making yourself stuck by getting lost in those heavy feelings of lack that are not followed by any actions that could actually bring you closer to you goal. This results in a feelings of apathy and boredom and refrain you from actually seizing the opportunities that you can. There is a need to correct your course of actions by opening yourself up to the future and get yourself out of that loop. Free yourself by doing things differently and looking out for actual actions you could take, and detach yourself from the chaos of your emotions. You need to rekindle with your sense of drive and determination to get the wheels out of the mud. Remember that you have all it takes and add a bit of discipline into your life. I know I hate that word too, but when you're stuck in a loop, it's basically a routine that you need to unlearn, and learning a new one requires sustained effort and focus until it becomes natural.

MEKONG 08

For your situation, I see you either currently going through, or about to go on a process of stepping out of isolation to get into the world once more. It's not just about simply socializing more, but really getting out of a dark place that see you withdrawing from the world and getting stuck in mental distress. It seems you realized this is going to lead nowhere good and are now trying to balance your emotional state out by reaching out to loved ones, be they friends, lovers, family, or some form of community at large. This is really an empowering process where you're taking accountability for the way you feel and trying out different ways to feel better by getting out of your own space. And I really think this has to do with physically going somewhere, even for a few hours.

The message is highly energized and full of movement, as the cards encourage you to channel the energy of forward motion and novelty. Yes it may feel awkward and unusual for you to step outside your (dis)comfort zone, but it will be highly rewarding on many levels. Take a first step! It doesn't have to be something grand and hard to do. Try to find little ways to start moving forward again, get out of your own space, reach out to people and seek connections. Go in with an open mind and an open heart and keep working at it day after day. It will only get easier as you get used to the feeling, and you will fuel yourself when you realize how better you start to feel.

NIGHT FLIGHT 09

For your situation, I see you holding onto a specific way of envisioning the future. It's like, there is a certain way you want things to be, you want to future to unfold to follow some type of plan of vision of yours, and you're clinging onto it rigidly, and feeling highly disappointed when things inevitably don't turn out the way you expected. This in turn makes you feel fearful and stuck, unable to act in any meaningful way because you worry you're going to get things wrong once again and not end up with the desired result.

The message calls for being perseverant, but it also says to refresh the way you look at things. If you keep doing the same thing, you're not going to end up with a different result, but rather you'll keep going round in circle and feeling more and more disappointed. The way to go is forward, and how you can start doing that is by detaching yourself your rigid expectations of how things need to unfold in order to give room for inspiration that will strike randomly when something ignites it, which you are unable to see right now because you are so blinded. Yes you must remain active and initiate things, but you must do it from a different place. Not a place of ''everything is going wrong and I'm never doing the right thing'', but from a place of optimism and inspired actions. If you feel overwhelmed by fear, anger or insecurity; let it rest for a bit. Wait for excitement and a desire for adventure to rise into your chest to guide your steps, it will yield much better results.

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Assassin + Blind Reader

[Implied Murder]

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"Dwight? Is that you?"

Floorboards moan beneath the loaded step of a shadow rapidly gaining dominance over the far wall. Balancing the wooden board in stable hands, a dining tray stacked with an assortment of breakfast goods is the first thing that rolls into view. Behind it, a voice, sweet as the pot of sugar it carried, follows once more - inadvertently stepping over a forgotten apple left on the floor.

"Does that mean you'd like to dine indoor with me on this bright sunny today? Right as I was setting things up on the patio too. You certainly know how to turn someone else's morning in your own direction, Sir."

Shrugging your shoulders, you rotate towards the coffee table; picking up the steaming cup of coffee from your tray and placing it down on the surface. A soft clink redirects your hand to the coaster a beat away from your original position.

"Black coffee, roasted potatoes, and eggs. Just how you like it. I know you've been cutting back on the red meat lately, but I don't quite remember asking you to pick up bacon. There's a few strips on the stove if you change your mind."

Arranging the table to your set tastes, the bizarre absence of back talk from your neighbor is acceptable, but not completely ignored. Like the flip of a coin that man was. One morning he'll talk your ear off, and the next he's silent as stone. Things have been hard on him lately so you'll give him some leeway this time-

"Suppose that's a no on the bacon. More for me then."

But not too much. That old sour puss need a bit of friendly teasing now and again.

"Hm? What's this?"

Running your fingertips along the indents in the wood, wetness coats your skin. It wasn't your mind playing tricks on you. You rub your fingers together, spreading them apart as you raise your hand to your face to take a whiff-

"Ah-"

A strong hand locks around your wrist, trembling with contained strength. As if they're undecided on keeping you in place or snapping your poor wrist in two. It's gloved, but you can easily tell the hand does not belong to Mr.Dwight. Much too small.. Almost... dainty.

"H-hello? Who are you? W-where's Dwight?"

The stranger studies you curiously. You're facing their general direction, but you aren't staring into their eyes.

Your eyes....

The hand is gone as quickly as it appeared. You rub your sore wrist, back pedaling away from the intruder.

"I don't have much... Take whatever you want.."

Later that day, all you find to be missing is a single cup of black coffee.

-

The next morning you're awoken by a loud knock on your front door. You had slept on the couch, phone inches away from you - waiting for your dear neighbor and friend to answer your call. You haven't even gotten to the police yet. You just want to know if he's okay.

"Hello?"

"Good morning! I was hired to look over your neighbor gorgeous home while he's away on vacation. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, you may call me Aspen."

[gallowdancingmuck]

Analyzing W(e)yler: Part Two

I feel like Wyler makes the most sense out of every ship because not only are the two foils of each other but because their relationship mirrors the Addams and Galpin romances. Now you may wonder how Wyler can mirror both relationships if they played out so differently, but I think Wyler’s love story is going to be split into two parts much like a hyde is.

The first part is going to mirror Donovan and Francoise, as this is the tragic love story that revolves around the question “did you ever even love her?” and the heartbreaking answer of “more than you can ever know” and is torn apart by the stigmatization of hydes.

While it is often headcanoned that Wednesday is the equivalent to Francoise and Tyler is equated to Donovan, I think it is the opposite. Wednesday and Donovan have the habit of locking up their emotions and are pretty analytical (both literally act as detectives). Donovan, much like Wednesday attempts, pushes away his loved ones (Tyler and the memory of Francoise). Both also hold grudges (Galpin to Gomez and Nevermore, Wednesday in general). Their weakness that superimposes over the strength of their logic is their inability to deal with emotions and loss. Both also don’t engage in social niceties but still hold social economy, Wednesday as an Addams and Donovan as sheriff. The two also are represented as protectors who showcase their care for people through acts of loyalty rather than affection.

Tyler represents Francoise in this dynamic. The first is obviously the hyde and the personal struggles of wanting to connect to loved ones but having a rage that inadvertently puts them in harm's way. Tyler and Francoise are also both true outcasts. The only thing we hear about Tyler having friends are the ones he had before being sent away to bootcamp, but after being forced away it looks like he lost his sense of community. Francoise suffered the same thing when she was (implied to be) kicked out of Nevermore. This isolation for the two is odd because what we see from Tyler and what we hear of Francoise (“she was a lovely woman”) is that both are pleasant and sociable people. These two are tragic characters because all the bad things they have become involved in derived from a trauma truly out of their control.

I call this part one of their relationship because it starts out with a normie x outcast pairing much like Francoise and Donovan. Like Tyler’s parents, the relationship suffers due to the maltreatment of one partner and the lack of support from the other. Where this can be healed (because I do think Wyler is meant to heal the tragedy of Francoise and Donovan) is if Wednesday learns to open up, accept help, and forgive while Tyler needs to reconcile with his trauma and accept who he is so he doesn’t lose himself like Francoise did.

Part one of the relationship will end when the question is answered, “did you ever even love her?” This time the question is given to Tyler. It's the thing all of us shippers have debated and vested the authenticity of each other's pairings on. I think the answer will also be “more than you can ever know.” I think Tyler will forever have a hard time distinguishing what was Laurel’s orders and what he did on his own, but I do think he will eventually understand the love for Wednesday is real. I also think that Donovan will be the one to ask this question and also be the one to help Tyler answer it because seeing his son struggling with the confusion of his identity and romance, Donovan may finally get the courage to talk about Francoise. Imagine the conclusion of this part would not only heal the betrayal in Wyler but it could also heal Tyler and Donovan’s bond as well as heal the tragic Donovan and Fran love story. Like are you joking? It could be the most poetic thing!

I think in part one we will not see Tyler and Wednesday as a couple, but more so begrudging allies turned friends and then part two will begin at Nevermore (because I do think Tyler is eventually going to be admitted there). Morticia and Gomez fell in love at Nevermore and were strongly drawn to each other so I think it only makes sense for Wyler’s relationship to develop into a full blown romance here.

In this scenario I think assigning a Wednesday to Morticia or Gomez and Tyler vice versa is a little harder because both reflect traits of the Addams parents. Beginning with Wednesday, I think she represents Morticia in the way she carries herself and is actually pretty socially involved, as well as the fact she has visions. In terms of affection Morticia is minutely more reserved than Gomez, much like Wednesday will be the less forward one with Tyler. Also, much like Morticia being harassed by Garret, Wednesday is going to have to deal with her stalker at some point (or Xavier lol). Wednesday is akin to Gomez in the fact that Gomez is loud and proud about his quirks, and so is Wednesday. Gomez has charisma in the same way Wednesday does, he’s so purely eccentric it draws people in and he doesn’t manipulate, he just is and it works for him.

With Tyler I think he is similar to Morticia because he knows how to play in social settings. Tyler knows how to be alluring and manipulate people in a gentle way the same way Morticia does. Both revel in their seduction. In terms of Gomez the only thing I have that is not prediction based is that Gomez was accused of Garret’s murder. It relates because one, it was not Gomez’s fault, just like everything that happened with Tyler was not his fault (he was groomed and commanded guys). Two, Gomez was systemically targeted (Mayor Walker allowed the police force to believe Gomez did it just because he was an outcast) and Tyler is against a system that is prejudiced towards hydes. Three, we find out in both situations it was the Gates family at the bottom of it. The fact that the arc is the same for Gomez and Tyler is wild! This next part is purely speculative, but I think Tyler is going to be like Gomez in the way that Gomez is so unabashedly in love with Morticia, Tyler will be annoyingly fond of Wednesday after their reconciliation.

Wyler is going to mirror Morticia and Gomez’s romance in the way the pairs relish in each other’s darkness and are equals (outcast x outcast). There is a deep understanding between Tyler and Wednesday as well as a pull to each other. We can see this when they first meet and Tyler isn’t afraid of Wednesday but bewildered. Each interaction Wednesday does something odd and Tyler isn't afraid but amused. As Wednesday gets to know Tyler she begins to see there is a darkness in him, and I think that's what makes the two perfect. They don’t judge each other for the darkness. Wednesday does not hate Tyler right now because he’s a murderer, she hates him for his betrayal. If their relationship is allowed to develop I think we will see the ways they show affection will be as odd, nurturing, and kooky as Morticia and Gomez’s expressions of love. I also think that after the two forgive each other for season 1 we will see a deep sense of loyalty and protectiveness from the both of them. Even in small ways (Tyler telling his dad Wednesday was trying to leave him alone and Wednesday going back for Tyler) they have shown dedication to defending each other.

Of course all of this will lead to Wyler developing a very personalized relationship, but the foreshadowing is already there to show why their relationship is story driven.

[revna-writes]

Results of Writing Trade #2!

Trade with: @obstinatejules (actual living angel I think)

Results from the trade!

"To Build a Home" obstinatejules - Chapter 1 - Original Version revna-writes - Chapter 1 - Rewritten Version

"Le Academiae Artes Notoria" revna-writes - Chapter 1 - Original Version obstinatejules - Chapter 1 - Rewritten Version (wow)

overall thoughts

For one, wow, that was super fun. I'm honestly amazed by how well this entire experience lived up to my expectations lol. Part of that is definitely due to obstinatejules being so cool, she was super fun to write with and bounce ideas off of. Plus, I got great material to work with :)

But also, fun aside, it was so helpful??

Writing skills I grew doing this:

Literary analysis and reflection: I spent a long time reading the original and taking notes on a lot of stuff: the characters, their characterization, the plot points, what the piece means, what its themes are, what emotions it is exploring and how, unique aspects of the way it is written, and, 'what unique aspects can I introduce to accentuate and build on this foundation?'

Slice of life / fluff / fanfic genres: I don't have a lot of experience in these worlds, and It was really cool learning about specific phrases, tropes, ways of description, etc., and how to combine them to really make the piece live up to its genre

2nd Person Perspective: very new for me. It has its own considerations- for example, it's much more intimate for the reader, which is both its greatest strength and weakness.

Present tense: as a limited 3rd person past tense girlie, swapping to present tense was hard!! But also really interesting. There really are tense-specific ways to express things that do not work in past tense, and it was fun playing around with those & learning how to make present tense work for me. There is absolutely a different feel to the writing, and as steeped in past tense as I am, I didn't really realize it could make a big difference. I'm excited for the day when I choose to make a story present tense as an artistic choice because of the things unique to it.

Communication skills: Throughout this process with the chapter trades, you know, I'm talking to a bunch of different people with a bunch of different backgrounds, across multiple different generations. So, I'm having to figure out ways for each person to best connect with them, assess our expectations for what's going down, and then also our timeframe, what chapters we want to trade, and then any questions we may have about each other's piece. It's been really good to get me out of my shell, and also, it's helped me relax a little bit and communicate 'more effectively'.

There's also some more nebulous things, like, being intimately introduced to the way someone else writes fundamentally shifts the way I write ever so slightly. I am introduced to brand new ideas, new narrative techniques, new word choices for the same ideas and emotions, and I'm introduced to these in a way that is so much different than how I would see them as a reader.

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me lol.

Writing Trade!!

Hear ye, hear ye, it's time for a writing trade!

How It Works

You DM me, "I'd like to trade!" (or anything else that indicates you want to participate!)

We exchange chapters. I send you a link to mine, you send me a link to yours, we read each other's chapter.

We each re-write the other's chapter! In our own style, with our own approach, but hitting all the same plot points with the same characters.

We exchange the re-written chapters!

Okay but what's the point?

It's a great way to develop your skills!

You get to see how someone else would handle the same story!

You get to share and talk about your story (critically!!) with another author!!

We get to have fun together!! with writing!! (:o?!?!)

I want to do this with someone so BAD, hfdgkjfngkfd!!!! Seriously y'all i am FIENDING to do some cute writing trades.

If you are interested, please DM me!

[mya-valentine]

February 10th - Let The World Burn by Chris Grey - Ex Husband!Sosuke Aizen x Reader

The world was quiet in the way only the aftermath of destruction could bring—an eerie silence, the air thick with ash and the metallic tang of devastation. You stood amidst the ruins of Karakura Town, your eyes fixed on the horizon. A blood-orange sky bled into the endless fog of despair, casting its ominous glow on the broken world below. You should have been frightened, but fear had long since been replaced by something more numbing: a hollow resignation.

"Sōsuke," you whispered, the name leaving your lips like a prayer and a curse.

"Still saying my name like that," his voice called out from behind you, smooth as silk and just as deceptive. "As if it belongs to you."

You turned to face him, and there he stood, an image of unshakable poise amidst chaos. Sōsuke Aizen, your ex-husband, the man you had once loved more than life itself. His captain's haori fluttered faintly in the wind, though its pristine white was marred by soot and blood. He was no longer the man you had fallen for—the gentle soul with an enigmatic smile and a warm laugh that only you seemed to elicit. No, this Aizen was something entirely different, entirely otherworldly, yet still hauntingly familiar.

"You did this," you said, your voice trembling, anger and sorrow intertwining in equal measure. "You burned everything."

"And I’d do it again," he replied without hesitation, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as they roamed your face. "For you."

The weight of his words fell upon you like the collapsing structures of the town. You shook your head, disbelief mingling with the gnawing ache in your chest. "Don't put this on me, Sōsuke. You made your choices."

His gaze softened momentarily, a fleeting flicker of something human behind those cold, calculating eyes. "You think I had a choice?" he asked, stepping closer. "The moment you left, my world began to crumble. Do you truly believe I’d let it fall apart without taking everyone else down with me?"

The wind carried his words, slicing through the air and straight into your heart. Memories flooded back—how it all began, how you had loved him, how he had charmed you with his intellect and quiet strength. You had believed in him, trusted him, stood by his side even as whispers of his ambitions began to surface. And when his true nature was revealed, you had walked away, leaving him and everything you had built together behind.

"You were never satisfied," you said, your voice breaking. "You always wanted more—more power, more control. I couldn't stay and watch you destroy yourself."

"And yet here you are," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Drawn back to me, as if by fate."

You hated how he could still read you so well. Despite everything, a part of you had hoped he could be saved—that somewhere beneath the layers of manipulation and arrogance, the man you once loved still existed. But the look in his eyes told you otherwise. This was not a man who sought redemption. This was a man who would let the world burn for his own desires.

"I came to stop you," you said firmly, though your resolve wavered under his penetrating gaze.

He laughed softly, a sound devoid of warmth. "Stop me? My dear, you should know better. You can’t stop what’s already in motion. The world is my chessboard, and I am its master. And you…" He stepped even closer, so close you could feel the heat radiating off him, like the embers of the destruction he had wrought. "You are my queen."

You recoiled as if struck. "I was never a piece in your game, Sōsuke. And I won’t be now."

His hand reached out, fingers brushing against your cheek in a gesture so tender it made your chest ache. "You misunderstand," he said softly. "You were never just a piece. You were the reason I played at all."

Tears pricked at your eyes despite yourself. "Then why? Why do this? Why destroy everything?"

His expression darkened, the softness vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. "Because if I cannot have you, no one can." His voice was calm, but there was a chilling edge to it, an undercurrent of unyielding obsession. "I let you go once, and it nearly destroyed me. I won’t make the same mistake again."

"You can't control me," you said, your voice trembling with a mix of defiance and desperation. "I’m not yours to keep."

His eyes glinted with something dangerous, something unrelenting. "Aren’t you?" he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Even now, you carry the mark of my love, whether you acknowledge it or not."

He was right, and you hated him for it. No matter how much time had passed, no matter how far you had run, the ghost of him lingered—his touch, his words, his very presence etched into your soul like a scar. But you couldn’t let him win. Not this time.

"You’re a fool, Sōsuke," you said, your voice steady despite the tears streaming down your face. "You think love is about possession, about control. But love is sacrifice. It’s letting go."

A flicker of emotion crossed his face—regret, perhaps, or something close to it. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. "Love is power," he countered. "And I will wield it as I see fit."

With that, the ground beneath you began to tremble. The sky darkened further, the air thickening with reiatsu so oppressive it felt as though the world itself was suffocating. He was showing you the extent of his power, the lengths he would go to keep you bound to him.

"Sōsuke, stop!" you cried, but your voice was drowned out by the deafening roar of the collapsing world around you.

"Do you see now?" he said, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "This is what I am willing to do for you. For us."

But there was no "us" anymore. There hadn’t been for a long time. And as much as it tore at your heart, you knew what you had to do. You summoned every ounce of strength within you, focusing your reiatsu into a single, desperate attack. If you couldn’t reach the man you once loved, then you would stop the monster he had become.

"I’m sorry, Sōsuke," you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

The blast of your energy collided with his, a brilliant explosion of light and power that illuminated the ruins of Karakura Town. When the dust settled, you were on your knees, gasping for breath. Aizen stood before you, seemingly unscathed, though his expression was unreadable.

"You’re strong," he said, almost admiringly. "Stronger than I gave you credit for."

"It doesn’t matter," you said, forcing yourself to your feet. "I’ll keep fighting you, Sōsuke. Until my last breath, I’ll fight."

He studied you for a long moment, his eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher. "Perhaps that’s why I loved you," he said finally. "Your fire, your defiance. It’s intoxicating."

"Then let me go," you pleaded, your voice breaking. "If you ever truly loved me, let me go."

For a moment, you thought he might. His hand twitched at his side, his expression softening just enough to give you hope. But then, he stepped back, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"No," he said simply. "I’d rather let the world burn."

And with that, he vanished, leaving you alone amidst the ashes of what once was. You sank to the ground, your strength finally giving out. The battle was far from over, but in that moment, all you could do was mourn—mourn the man you had loved, the life you had lost, and the world that had been consumed by his ambition.

As the blood-orange sky darkened into night, you whispered his name one last time, the echo of it swallowed by the silence of a world on the brink of oblivion.

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Masterlist

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Dead By Daylight

Character: The Oni

Pairing: Romantic

Type of Fic: Concept (HCs)

Sure! Let me see what I can do for him....

Yandere! The Oni/Kazan Yamaoka Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Violence, Murder, Blood, Sadism, Delusional behavior, Mild gore, Forced "relationship".

Kazan was once a very prideful man.

Too prideful, honestly.

Kazan was so prideful it turned him into a monster.

He's more akin to a manchild having a tantrum than an honorable samurai.

He slaughtered countless before The Entity took him in as a pawn.

They were most likely innocents, but not in his eyes.

They were pretenders, people unworthy of considering themselves samurai.

Kazan even killed his own father and tried to justify that to himself.

To Kazan, he kills out of pride, it's something he must do for honor.

In reality, even as The Entity manipulates him, he's killing those who can't fight back.

Kazan had shown mercy occasionally through his personal crusade.

Yet most now know him as a rage filled monster, completely unable to calm himself.

Kazan was never really known for love.

History mostly knows him as a man who became a demon.

Hell, there's no way he doesn't look like a monster to you on trials.

To you, he's a rampaging demon who lost himself long ago.

It's hard to imagine the hallucinations make Kazan able to give mercy or soothe his anger.

Truthfully he never can soothe his anger.

Although... Imagine this...

Imagine being the only one Kazan seems soothed by.

Perhaps you remind him of a past lover he once had.

After all, he's related to The Spirit.

That must mean he's had a lover once, one he managed to have at least one child with (If I got this one wrong lore-wise, my bad...).

Within his delusions due to The Entity, he experiences brief moments of clarity around you.

The demon temporarily pauses his onslaught when he sees you, club raised in the air as he looks you over.

He doesn't remember how long it's been since he was actually... loving?

He had a family once, right?

It's so hard to remember.

It almost frustrates him that he can't bring himself to kill you.

He's probably managed to get rid of you before... but the longer he goes, the more he hesitates.

There's times he'll chase you, but he never swings.

It's just like he's following you, chasing delusions of a lover he once had.

In reality you're a different person he's chosen to project onto.

It's easy to imagine Kazan as a possessive beast.

But imagine him being oddly... gentle towards an obsession he sees as his lover?

It's strange how he changes around you.

Even other survivors around you are baffled when they see the beast calm around you, reaching out to you with what seems to be muttered apologies?

You don't understand what he's apologizing before... because you aren't who he thinks you are.

Even when he realizes you aren't, he may still try to remain hopeful that you'll reciprocate.

Other survivors shouldn't mistake this state as passive though.

If Kazan sees another survivor around you, the rage immediately comes back.

It doesn't take long before that survivor is chased down with animalistic fervor.

By the end of it they've met Kazan's sword or club, the weapons he wields coated in a thick coat of blood and viscera.

Kazan is a demon transformed by his rage.

Which is why it's weird he follows you around trials, giving chase but never pouncing.

When he does go for you, he prefers to grapple you to his chest.

It's more like a crushing embrace than anything else....

It's much different behavior compared to how he usually is.

You tense when he caresses your face and plays with your hair.

He observes you like you're a doll that's easy to break.

Honestly, due to his strength, that isn't entirely off.

While I can see Kazan harming his obsession in a blind rage... I want to think of a different take.

I like to think you're the only thing that's managed to soothe him.

The only reason The Entity allows this is because Kazan is more aggressive towards other survivors afterwards.

He sees them as people trying to take you from him.

If we assume The Entity is feeding him hallucinations, it's no doubt doing this to pressure Kazan into entertaining it more.

In return, Kazan is allowed an outlet.

He's allowed to keep you to himself, to hold you and play pretend....

You may be shuddering, tears pricking your eyes as you force yourself to stay still for the demon...

But this was never about you.

The Entity needs its killers to serve it well, which means sacrifices must be made to keep their loyalty.

If allowing this killer to keep you to himself garners more bloodshed...

That is what will happen.

Kazan has no doubt killed you in previous trials...

Yet now he confuses you by treating you as though you're precious.

At some point you may accept this treatment, it's better than nothing, isn't it?

You've seen and occasionally even felt what he can do....

The blood and sickening crunch of bones is hard to ignore or forget.

You feel it's better to placate the beast when it comes to being trapped in a place like this.

You allow yourself to be dwarfed by his size, to feel borderline claustrophobic in his tight strong hold.

It's not like there's any other option, right?

Certainly not in this realm where not even death allows you to escape the horrors this place holds... compared to that... this is a mercy.

[deusvervewrites]

AU: The HPSC is covertly funding Overhaul's research. This means there's no Yakuza investigation, so Togata doesn't stop Izuku from rescuing Eri. It also means the followup investigation from CPS reports no evidence of child abuse.

The HPSC really fucking love exactly one thing: having control over society. Unfortunately for them, they fucking suck at it. Despite their child soldier program and their legislative ability, they could get wiped out by a single CEO clone made of tissue paper. But what if they could decide who had Quirks? What if their child soldier program had some actual teeth? Unfortunately they fucking suck so they have to outsource some of it.

Overhaul doesn't give a shit about Eri one way or another. All he cares about is using her Quirk to fuel his work. If the HPSC are going to give him the money his plans need in exchange for him making some specific changes to her and having a bit of off-the-books oversight from another scientist? Hell yeah free cash.

While the HPSC don't know about that one CEO who can kill all of them in a single eventful afternoon, they do know about AFO and All Might, so making sure their new weapon is an absolute juggernaut is very important. And with some tweaks, Rewind can create some fascinating regenerative and adaptive abilities, not just healing injuries but retroactively changing her own evolutionary lineage to ensure nothing could even stop her twice.

However, none of that changes the fact that Eri is six. Sure her skin has turned grey and there are now more spikes like her horn across her body, but she's six. Having super strength can only help so much after that much trauma and helplessness. So while Eri probably could've escaped on her own, that's not quite how it plays out when she makes another run for it and bumps into Midoriya.

Hey so do you know how suspicious it is for the investigation into the terrified child covered in bandages and dressed in rags to find nothing? It is so sus. Especially when Nedzu exists and has been experimented on. But the HPSC and Overhaul really want that girl back, and, well, neither of them are bothered too much by collateral.

[4lexnilsen]

everything happens so fast.   the door swings open and alex only catches a brief glimpse of helena’s face before she’s turning away from him again,  trotting off to the living room without a word.   he hesitates,  contemplating his options,  but ends up following right after her,  lured in by all the screaming and ear-piercing sounds of cheap porcelain and glass shattering.   at first,  he intends to play the role of a watchful passerby —   don’t get involved unless absolutely necessary,  just stand by and make sure helena doesn’t get hurt.   however,  as the other girl begins to throw insults at his friend,  something shifts deep inside of him.   “hey,  she’s not a fuckin’ brat so shut that cock-suckin’ trap of yours,  you jealous troll!”   he hears himself calling out after the other woman.   “come on,  helena,  let’s get…”   out of here.   but then helena’s throwing herself at the mistress and cutting him off.   she flies right past harry,  who’s still recovering from that painful collision with the wall and coffee table,  trying to scramble to his feet and failing,  and all hell breaks loose.    

alexander nilsen might be a very fit,  strong man,  but he’s never actually been in a fight.   well,  it’s true what people say —   there’s a first for everything.   harry’s finally regaining consciousness,  standing up on his wobbly legs,  getting ready to peel helena off his other woman,  and so alex has to act fast.   he doesn’t want that man to lay hands on his best friend,  doesn’t want him anywhere near her.   without thinking much,  he grabs him by the hem of his boxers,  pulls him back and delivers the punch of a lifetime.   a wave of pain shoots up his arm,  but the adrenaline that’s now coursing through his veins makes it easy for him to ignore any discomforts.   blood splattering,  his knuckles catching on harry’s teeth,  a beefy fist finding his own mouth in return.   now they’re rolling across the floor,  too.   alex’s puffer jacket restraining his movements,  but there’s so much anger in his body that nothing could truly stop him.   and god,  he’s never played dirty in his life,  but when he spots a hardback edition of war and peace on the carpet within his reach,  figuring it must have fallen off the coffee table when harry first landed on it,  he picks it up and smacks helena’s ex-boyfriend over the head with it as hard as he can.    

“helena?”   scrambling off harry’s temporarily unconscious body,  absently trying to brush his blood off his sweater,  he quickly locates the raven-haired girl and,  taking advantage of this newfound wave of strength,  grabs her from behind and peels her off that disgusting whore.   large hands getting a hold of her small fists,  restraining them.   “you got her good,  little cat.   come on,  let’s go.   we have to go now,”   he babbles,  shutting the door to the apartment behind them and racing down the stairs with helena’s back pressed to his chest,  his arms curled tightly around her small waist.   “someone’s probably called the cops already.   we can’t stay here,  okay?   fuck them both,  but we’re not going to jail for that,  yeah?”   once outside,  the cool air feels almost pleasant on his heated skin,  making his busted lip sting in a surprisingly good way.   he feels so alive all the sudden.   “did she hurt you?”   he asks,  sucking on his split lip,  and trying to assess the damage done to helena.   “are you okay?”   he opens the passenger’s side door and gets her in,  as if she was a toddler throwing a tantrum,  buckling her up before circling the car and getting behind the wheel.

a shrill tears from harry’s new girl’s throat, her dark eyes going wide and pushing him off. “who the hell are you?” screaming because how is there a complete stranger in her apartment and harry’s falling onto his back, just to scramble up shirtless, “one second, let me let the dog in.” putting her finger up, harry comes stumbling after her as helena finds the way to the apartment door to the sound of knocking, unlocking it and pulling it open, “helena!? helena how did you- how did you even get here? this? this is bullshit! you know i wouldn’t be here! if you actually were some type of girlfr-” his hand tries catching her arm, to which she’s triggered and immediately spinning on defensive heel to shove him into the decor sitting on the table behind him. a bunch of vases and pictures clanging and cladding against the hardwood floor, the sound of harry’s elephant dead weight thudding with it.

“some type of girlfriend? you should try being some type of boyfriend. you LEFT me like you always do, you could have came ice skating— but you didn’t. you were at the lounge, getting drunk and looking for someone else to take home.” the girl who’s storming from her bedroom to shift her anger on helena INSTEAD of harry, “you’re that little wayne brat, aren’t you?” now she recognizes the face, even with her makeup smeared across her skin, looking disheveled and like she’s had an insane night already. “well, you just can’t always get what you want, rich bitch.” the color drains from helena’s face at the snooty voice, that is the second time she’s heard that tonight and the rage it sets off in her all OVER again— has no limits this time. helena wasn’t thinking the mistress was the one to blame, but clearly screw that. the shorter brunette takes off, jumping over harry, a HARD THUD comes next when helena attacks the other woman like two football players chasing after the ball, the cheater bitch. landing on top of her, her back colliding with the floor, taking the hard fall with helena’s weight on top of her and sharp nails claw her face. the anger BLINDING her temporarily, “harry, harry, she’s trying to kill me harry!” screeching in terror, thrashing on the floor, “just as i thought! all talk, no bite. SCUM.” another throw of her arm, another SCRATCH to unleash the wrath she has for people who trigger something in her with a few simple of words of being rich and judged for it.

[chosaraki]

What would it be like if they took care of Jinrang's little daughter?

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Baek Sang:

Baek was sitting in the main room of the Jinrang residence, reviewing some papers when a loud sound echoed through the mansion. He sighed heavily, already knowing exactly whose fault it was.

Jinrang's daughter.

He got up calmly and walked through the corridors, finding a trail of destruction. Torn cushions, misaligned paintings and a broken vase on the floor. In the middle of all this, there she was - neutral expression, hands in her pockets, staring at the wreckage as if nothing had happened.

- What happened here? - Baek Sang asked, his voice cold and controlled.

- The vase fell, - she replied, without emotion.

- Did it fall by itself?

- I played him.

He ran his hand over his face, exhaling patience. Despite the chaos she caused, the girl did not show any emotion. She wasn't angry, she didn't laud at her own mischief. He simply did what he wanted and continued with his monotonous expression.

- Your father left me in charge of taking care of you. That means you'll stop destroying the house, right?

She blinked slowly.

- Maybe.

Baek Sang laughed softly, a cruel and fun smile appearing on his face.

- You're definitely Jinrang's daughter.

She shrugged and walked out of the room, but he held her by the collar of her shirt.

- Where do you think you're going?

- I don't know. I'm just walking.

Baek Sang narrowed his eyes. He knew that "walking" meant more destruction.

- Listen here, plague. If it's going to cause chaos, at least do it right. Learn how to hide evidence. You are very direct, but you need to be more strategic.

The girl blinked again.

- Strategic?

- Yes. If you're going to destroy things, at least make it look like it was someone else.

She seemed to think for a moment.

- Like... make it look like it was you?

He stopped.

- Hah... So it's like that? You learn fast.

- That's what my father would do.

Baek Sang let out a low laugh. It was true.

- Okay, so, if you're going to make a mess, do it right. But if I have to clean up another of your dirt, it will be you who will help me.

She stared at him for a few seconds before giving a slight nod.

- Okay.

Baek Sang sighed and messed up his own hair, already preparing himself mentally for the next few days.

"This child-shaped demon will give me a headache..."

But, somehow, he felt... entertained.

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Hwang Jungeak:

Hwang had already faced numerous battles, trained crew leaders, dealt with traitors and survived situations that few would achieve. However, nothing prepared him for that.

He was at the headquarters of the Jinrang Gang, finishing training some recruits, when one of the subordinates came in, pale.

- Boss... we need you in the main room.

Jungeak raised an eyebrow.

- What happened?

The subordinate hesitated before answering:

- Chief Jinrang's... daughter...

Jungeak sighed.

- What did she do now?

- Broke a table.

He snorted.

- Is that all?

- And two chairs.

He crossed his arms.

- Hm.

- And... the wall.

Silence.

Jungeak rubbed his face before going to the main room. When he arrived, he saw exactly what he expected: a scene of complete destruction and, in the center of it all, a girl of completely neutral expression, her hands in her pockets.

He crossed his arms.

- What happened?

She blinked slowly.

- I wanted to see if the wall could handle a kick.

- And?

- He couldn't stand it.

Jungeak ran his tongue through his teeth, trying to contain a smile. She was exactly like her father.

He walked up to her, placing a firm hand on her head.

- If you want to test your strength, at least do it in the right place.

She looked at him, without reaction.

- Where?

He pointed to the training yard.

- Outside. Instead of destroying furniture, destroy something useful, like recruits.

She blinked.

- Isn't this illegal?

Jungeak laughed low.

- They need to learn anyway.

The girl didn't say anything, she just nodded and started walking out of the room.

He watched her for a moment before muttering to himself:

- If this girl gets stronger, Busan won't survive.

He let out a heavy sigh and turned to the subordinates who looked at him, waiting for orders.

- You. Fix this mess.

And then, he went after her, knowing that Jinrang would not forgive him if he let his daughter cause a disaster without supervision.

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Hyun Baekjin:

Hyun wasn't exactly the kind of person who liked to take care of children. But when Jinrang instructed him to supervise his daughter for a while, he had no choice.

He was sitting in the courtyard of the gang headquarters, sharpening his claws, when he heard a loud noise inside the building. He sighed and put away the blade, already knowing exactly what had happened.

When he entered, he saw one of the recruits lying on the floor, covered in dust, while Jinrang's daughter stood there, with her hands in her pockets, staring at the chaos around her with her monotonous expression.

- Did you throw him? - Baekjin asked, crossing his arms.

- Yes.

- Why?

- He was on the way.

Baekjin rubbed his temple.

- And did you think the best solution was to throw him around the room?

- Yes.

He looked at the recruit on the floor, who moaned in pain, and then at the girl.

- Damn... do you have a teacher or something like that?

She blinked slowly.

- My father.

Baekjin let out a short laugh.

- Yeah, it makes sense.

He approached and looked at her with a slight interest.

- Have you already learned how to use weapons?

- No.

He snapmed his fingers and pointed to one of the recruits who were watching from afar.

- Bring a training knife.

A few seconds later, a wooden knife was given to him. Baekjin held the blade and extended it to the girl.

- Let's see if you learn fast.

She took the knife without hesitation and held it in a simple but firm way.

- Now, try to hit me.

The girl didn't say anything. He just moved.

She advanced straight to him, without hesitation. His attack was raw and direct, but Baekjin deviated easily, turning to the side.

- Too direct. If one day you fight someone more experienced, it will be predictable.

She didn't react. He just adjusted his posture and attacked again.

Baekjin smiled slightly.

- Okay, maybe that's fun.

And then, he started training her. After all, if she was already causing damage now, he wanted to see what would happen when he was stronger.

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Jeagwang Do:

Jeagwang wasn't a babysitter. He was a fighter, a coach, a mentor for future warriors of the Jinrang Gang. But that day, for some reason he still didn't understand, he was in charge of taking care of the boss's daughter.

He was sitting in the training ring, watching the recruits sweating to improve their skills, when a thud echoed outside.

Silence.

The recruits looked at each other before looking at him.

Jeagwang Do let out a long sigh, already knowing who it was.

He got up and walked calmly outside, only to find a chaotic scenario: three recruits fallen to the ground, a broken door and, at the center of everything, Jinrang's daughter.

She was standing there, her hands in her pockets, staring at him with her neutral and monotonous expression.

- What happened? - he asked, crossing his arms.

- They annoyed me.

Jeagwang arched an eyebrow.

- You don't seem angry.

She blinked slowly.

- Because I'm not.

He analyzed the three men on the floor and sighed.

- Do you have any idea of the size of the mess you caused?

- Yes.

- Do you mind?

- No.

Jeagwang ran his hand over his face.

- If you're going to hit someone, at least do it right.

The girl tilted her head slightly.

- How?

He pointed to the ring.

- Go up there. I'll teach you.

She didn't hesitate. He calmly climbed the ring, still with that neutral face.

Jeagwang Do gave a slight smile, removing the bandages from his golden hand.

- Let's see what you're capable of.

He wasn't there to be a babysitter. But if it was to take care of the boss's daughter, I would do it the right way: teaching her to really fight.

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Hashik Song:

Hashik didn't consider himself a patient person. As a mentor, he believed in discipline, focus and effort. But none of this seemed to work with Jinrang's daughter.

He looked at the gym floor. The mats were torn, the weights spread and some of the training bags were emptied. In the corner, one of the recruits was thrown on the ground, breathing heavily, clearly defeated.

And in the middle of the chaos, there she was.

With that neutral and monotonous expression, hands in their pockets, as if absolutely nothing had happened.

- ...What happened here? - He asked, his voice firm.

- He said I couldn't knock him down. So I knocked it down.

Hashik massaged his temples.

- And the rest of the mess?

She looked at the damage around.

- I don't remember.

He took a deep breath.

- You can't just go out hitting people and destroying things.

- Why?

- Because that's how it works.

She blinked slowly.

- Is that a rule?

- Yes.

- Who made this rule?

- I'm doing it now.

She was silent for a moment, then just shrugged.

Hashik Song crossed his arms.

- If you want to go out knocking people down, then at least learn to do it right.

She looked at him, expressionless.

- Will you teach me?

- Get in the ring.

She obeyed without hesitation.

Hashik Song snacked his neck, flexing his steel joint hand.

- Focus. Eyes on me.

The girl stood still, staring at him, expressionless as always.

He sighed.

- ... This will be a problem.

But if I had to take care of her, I would do it the only way I knew: turning her into an even more dangerous fighter.

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Jinrang:

Jinrang was not a man who showed concern easily. He trusted his subordinates, he knew they were strong and loyal. But when it came to your daughter... things were different.

He had left her with the best fighters in his gang - Baek Sang, Hwang Jungeak, Hyun Baekjin, Jeagwang Do and Hashik Song. Men who could crush anyone.

And even so...

When he entered the room, he saw Baek Sang sitting on the floor, massaging his temples with an angry expression. Hwang Jungeak crossed his arms, staring at a destroyed punching bag. Hyun Baekjin looked exhausted, leaning against the wall, while Jeagwang Do and Hashik Song discussed "adequate training for destruction".

In the center of all this, her daughter was sitting on a pile of dropped weights, with the same neutral expression as always, holding a glass of juice.

Jinrang raised an eyebrow.

— ...What happened here?

Baek Sang snorted.

- This girl happened.

Hwang Jungeak sighed.

- She knocked down half of the recruits.

Hyun Baekjin grumbled.

- She's like a natural disaster with a monotonous expression.

Jeagwang Do crossed his arms.

- At the very least, she has potential.

Hashik Song just looked at her, shaking his head.

Jinrang let out a low laugh, shaking his head.

- As problematic as I imagined.

He walked up to his daughter and messed up her hair.

- Did you have fun?

She blinked slowly.

- Maybe.

Jinrang smiled.

- Let's go home.

Without hesitation, she got up and followed him, without looking back.

The subordinates were silent, watching the two leave.

Baek Sang sighed.

- Next time, it's better to leave her with Jinrang himself.

Hwang Jungeak agreed.

- I agree.

Hyun Baekjin grumbled.

- My body also agrees.

Jeagwang Do just laughed.

Hashik Song crossed his arms.

- I'm still going to turn her into a decent fighter.

They didn't know if this was a promise or a threat.

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The personalities and

information of each of them came:

@immortalityforthegoddess

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[tackytigerfic]

Writer interview game

Thank you to my pals @arminaa8, @citrusses, @garagepaperback, @houndsinhades, @sorrybutblog, @sweet-s0rr0w, @wholahoop for tagging me - as always i'm deeply late to the party, due to an anxious few weeks/horridly busy work month! so love being tagged in these things though, i appreciate you all and loved reading yours.

how many works do you have on ao3? 69 😏 under tacky and 2 under BrassTacks (the account I set up when I was going to migrate all my fics over to a new name for some reason)

what's your total ao3 word count? 679,422 (nervous laughter) (also this is just the tacky account)

your top 5 stories by kudos? (a clear indication that kudos count means fuck all imo, three of the five of these are very much not my best imo - but which three?!)

If It Takes All Night (E, 11k)

A Lick and a Promise (E, 55k)

Modern Love (E, 62k)

And One To Play (E, 22k)

Through the Window, Clear Skies (M, 1.4k)

do you respond to comments? I used to reply to all, then i fell hugely behind with Modern Love, and then life got exceptionally busy and for ages it was either reply to comments or write new fics. i am currently working my way through comments on my new long fic though - really trying to catch up, albeit slowly.

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? People might say my MCD fic Last Offices. I would say The Quiver of a Heartstring.

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? First Watch, imo - i think they really had to work for their happy ending, and also it's a double Drarry happy ending

do you write crossovers? I have a rough idea for an F1 crossover based on the Grosjean fiery crash/coming back wrong trope

have you ever received hate on a fic? a few times, that stuff doesn't really bother me though. personal unpleasantnesses are much harder to deal with but luckily don't happen often.

do you write smut? yes i do! it's something i've been actively working on improving, in fact. my most recent fic Standing in the Way is probably my best (though the sex scene at the end of First Watch was the one I found most satisfying in terms of the resolution of the fic)

have you ever had a fic stolen? yes, had a few put on that AI voice-recorded site recently.

have you ever had a fic translated? yes, a few - always a great honour as i see translation as an art in itself

have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! and it was very fun. Body Electric with @shealwaysreads and the Dreaming Skies Dronarry fics with @sweet-s0rr0w

what's your all-time favorite ship? look i've been reading drarry since around 2002 so...

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? Dudley with a magical baby/forced marriage/drarry on the run after Muggles find out about magic. MoD Harry who keeps dying but not for good having to go retrieve Draco from death. Draco going through the Veil to get Sirius back. Vicar Harry that I started years ago and would probably need a full rewrite. Caravan park worker Draco in a holiday camp in France. Seer Ron. I have lots. Though I do hope to finish them at some point!

what are your writing strengths? probably immediacy of emotions/ a strong visual style?

what are your writing weaknesses? sloppiness, sameiness, trying to be concise but just making it dull. getting discouraged at never being as good as the writers i really admire.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? i... don't really have many? if someone in the story speaks a foreign language and doesn't speak english then I'd find a native speaker to help me translate their dialogue. I would never write an accent/dialect phonetically a la JKR though (RIP Fleur and Hagrid, you deserved better)

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? F1!! I have two WIPs, a Maxiel non-racing AU where Daniel owns an organic farm shop and Max is a finance bro who makes friends with him and joins his 11-a-side amateur footie team and they hook up on a stag do while dressed as mariokart characters, and a Galex fic with Vicar!George.

what's your favorite fic you've ever written? First Watch! I think it's a really good fic (relative to my writing i mean), it does exactly what i hoped it would, and the people who like it seem to really genuinely love it, which is the best feeling. Also I do love the Voldemort-Wins trope and we don't have a huge amount in Drarry so I'm happy I wrote one.

Since I'm so late I'm not sure who's done this already (will try a few F1 pals too in case this hasn't reached you yet) @beloved-child-of-the-house @boxboxlewis @disarmd @elskanellis @epitomereally @faiell @kendra-vendetta @maesterchill @magicalrocketships @powerful-owl @saxamophone @skeptiquewrites

[moonmaiden1996]

Hi!!! I was curious do you have an headcanons for either 🩵Fukaboshi 🔱 or 🩷Katakuris🍩 idea if the perfect partner?

(I know they are basically the same character in a different font. Protective big brother, fangs, giant, loyal to their family, wields a trident, and a few other things. But they both are just two of my favorite characters)

Okay...I have to admit I had to go back to the manga and read bits of it for these two and boy was I glad I did. These men can be any woman/mans fantasy.... I may have gotten a little steamy with this one....Let me know what you think.

Request are still open! I have added Disney's Rivals and Sakamoto's Day to my list because they are amazing.....

Fukaboshi’s Ideal Partner 🔱

1. A Partner Who Matches His Kindness

Fukaboshi is a protector at heart. He’s strong and commanding when he needs to be, but at his core, he is gentle, always looking out for others. He’s drawn to a partner who shares that compassion—someone who treats others with kindness, who listens, who isn’t afraid to stand up for what’s right.

Nothing makes him fall harder than seeing you care for his people, watching you play with the children of Fishman Island, offering comfort to those in need. He swears his heart stops when you place a hand over his and say, “Let’s protect this place together.”

2. Late-Night Stargazing

Fukaboshi loves the quiet moments—lying on the sandy shore, looking up at the stars while the waves lap at the beach. He pulls you close, your head resting against his chest, his arm wrapped around you.

"Do you ever wonder if someone up there is looking back at us?" he muses, voice low and thoughtful. When you turn to look at him, the starlight reflects in his deep blue eyes, making them even more mesmerizing.

If you fall asleep on him, he doesn’t move an inch—he just smiles and lets you rest, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back.

3. Someone Who Can Handle the Depths (and Him)

Fukaboshi is a big man in every sense—tall, broad, and built like a warrior-prince. His ideal partner? Someone who isn’t intimidated by his sheer size, both in and out of the water. He wants a lover who embraces the feeling of being held, pressed against his strong chest, drowning in his affection just as much as they might drown in the ocean.

And speaking of the ocean—imagine clinging to him as he takes you on an exhilarating ride through the currents, his powerful strokes cutting through the water as he pulls you along, holding you so close you can feel the slow, deep rumble of his laughter. The pressure of the depths is nothing compared to the pressure of his grip when he finally gets you alone.

"You trust me, don’t you?" His voice is husky in your ear, his webbed fingers tracing the curve of your thigh as he floats just above you. "Let me take care of you… let me make you feel weightless in every way.”

4. Gentle Yet Dominant

He may be a prince, noble and kind, but when he wants something—when he wants you—he’s relentless. His kisses start slow, savoring every sigh, every trembling exhale, but once he has you fully under him, fully his? He devours.

His webbed hands, surprisingly warm, slide over your skin, exploring every inch as if you’re more precious than any treasure in the deep. His trident-wielding strength is matched only by his patience—he loves the build-up, watching you squirm as he takes his sweet time.

"I want to hear you beg, love." His voice is low, teasing, his sharp fangs grazing your collarbone as he presses you into soft silk sheets. "Tell me how badly you need me… and maybe I'll stop teasing."

But let’s be real—he never stops teasing.

5. Riding Sea Creatures (or Just Riding Him)

Fukaboshi is an expert rider—whether it’s guiding massive sea creatures through the currents or having you ride him with the same confidence. He enjoys watching you take control, hands pressed against his strong chest, thighs shaking as you move at your own pace.

His deep, approving groans vibrate against your skin, his hands gripping your waist, helping you keep balance. He loves when you take charge—when you lean down, kiss him breathless, and show him just how much you want him.

"You're beautiful like this," he murmurs, breath hitching as you roll your hips just right. His gaze darkens, pupils dilating as his fingers tighten their grip. "But don’t think I’ll let you have all the fun."

And the next moment? You're beneath him, drowning in his slow, deliberate thrusts, gasping as the prince of the sea claims you in every possible way.

Katakuri’s Ideal Partner 🍩

1. A Love That’s Simple but Meaningful

Katakuri isn’t one for grand romantic gestures. He shows love in quiet ways—by leaving a fresh cup of tea by your bedside in the morning, by slipping a hand around your waist when you least expect it, by making sure you always get the best of whatever’s available (even if it means sacrificing his own portion).

If he really likes you, you might find little surprises—handmade snacks, flowers he definitely didn’t spend an hour picking, small gifts he leaves without taking credit.

"I just… thought you’d like it," he mutters, looking away as if he’s not the strongest warrior in the world completely flustered by your gratitude.

2. Watching Over You While You Sleep

Katakuri doesn’t sleep much. When he does, it’s usually brief and restless, always ready to protect his family at a moment’s notice. But when you’re in his life? He finds himself staying awake for a different reason—just to watch you sleep.

It’s not in a creepy way, of course. He just… likes knowing you’re safe. That you trust him enough to let your guard down around him. He traces a gentle hand over your cheek, brushes a stray hair from your face, and sighs, feeling something settle deep in his chest.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

If you wake up and catch him staring, he’ll turn away, muttering something about “just making sure you were comfortable.” But if you pull him closer and mumble, “Go to sleep, Kat,” he actually listens… because in that moment, he finally feels at peace.

3.The One Who Sees Through His Mask

Katakuri is the type of man who watches you before he lets you in. His ideal partner? Someone who sees past his intimidating exterior—the towering frame, the sharp fangs, the cold stare—and recognizes the man beneath.

At first, he’s cautious, reserved, his touches controlled. But once he realizes you truly want him—when he catches the way your eyes linger on his lips, when your fingers brush against his bare skin with something other than fear—his restraint shatters.

"You don’t have to hold back with me," you whisper against his lips, and that’s all it takes.

One moment, you’re standing; the next, you’re pinned against the nearest surface, your wrists held above your head as Katakuri devours your mouth like a man starved.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he growls against your skin, his fangs grazing just enough to make you gasp. "But you’re about to find out."

4. Dominant but Soft for You

Katakuri is a man of control. He’s used to being the strongest in the room, used to people fearing him. But you? You make him weak.

When he’s with you, he’s still dominant, still the commanding, powerful force that keeps his family safe. But behind closed doors, when it’s just the two of you? He lets himself feel.

He buries his face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin as he grinds against you, his rough hands skimming down your sides. He groans when you thread your fingers through his hair, his entire body shivering at the sensation.

"You’re going to ruin me, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice thick with need. And yet, despite the hunger in his eyes, he takes his time, savoring every single second as if he’s memorizing you.

5. Absolute Worship

Katakuri may be intimidating, but in the bedroom? He worships his partner. He’s the type to cherish every inch of your body, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, your thighs, watching you squirm beneath him.

"Let me taste you." The words are more command than request, his strong hands gripping your hips as he lowers himself, his breath hot against your core. "I want to hear you scream my name."

He doesn’t just want you to feel good—he wants you wrecked, trembling, breathless, incapable of thinking about anyone but him. And once he’s finally inside you, slow and deep, his forehead pressed against yours, his groans vibrating through your very bones—he stays there, savoring the heat, the tightness, the way you cling to him.

"Mine," he breathes, voice raw with emotion as he moves, deep and deliberate, watching your every reaction. "You're mine."

And when you finally reach your climax, shattering around him, he follows soon after, moaning your name as he fills you completely. But he's not done.

"Hope you're not too tired, love," he murmurs, that rare smirk playing on his lips as he rolls his hips again, drawing out another whimper from your already sensitive body. "Because I’m not nearly satisfied yet."

Final Thoughts

Fukaboshi = Deep, slow-burning passion, teasing dominance, pure love, intimacy, and absolute devotion. Katakuri = Relentless hunger, unwavering control, protective, slow but intense love-making, and complete worship of his partner.

[brain4stew]

Hiya!!!I was the one that requested cat reader,so sorry i didnt mention which ones i wanted!!!!-🪼 anon

Maybe all the forsaken killers(w/ mafioso if u want?) and chance and shedletsky?Tysm for responding:')))

Don’t be sorry, 🪼!! I probably should have specified it in my masters list, but I didn’t think of it. 😞

But anyway, I’ll see what I can do with your ask! 🫶🫶

(As the other posts; I do not entirely know the characters personalities and so, so they will probably, if not most likely be OOC!!)

That being said, headcanons/something under the cut!! ;

(Survivors first.)

(Chance)

• This guy… I have a feeling he’ll be quite a menace towards you.

• Don’t get me wrong, he’s probably just curious! (No he’s not, he finds you rather cute.)

• When you’re not in any rounds, he’ll practically drag you to the couch in the lobby, and cuddle with you. (He’ll annoy you also.)

• He likes hearing you purr, and likes feeling the vibrations from you. It strangely soothes him.

• He does play with your ears and your tail, just swat at his hands, and he’ll put his hands up in feign surrender. (Keep an eye on that bastard.)

• When you’re in a round, he’ll immediately go and find you. Flipping his trustworthy (not) coin in the process. (He believes you’re walking luck for some reason.)

• He annoys you even when you’re doing generators, to reduce the time of the round. He plays with your ears and tail still. (He gets hit by spikes from John Doe, due to him being distracted…)

• Overall, he likes, if not loves annoying you.

(Shedletsky)

• …He gives you fried chicken. STRAIGHT UP. You’re a cat, no? Take the offered fried chicken!

• He’s just strangely interested in HOW and WHY you’re a cat. But he doesn’t question it.

• He does question if you need actual cat food and items however… (You don’t.)

• He yaps to you. A lot. You don’t mind it though, at least you get to listen to something to cure your boredom in the lobby.

• He does pull you to the couch also, cuddling you, causing him to fall asleep. (He ate too much fried chicken, that the mf fell asleep! 😭) You don’t mind it, for you enjoy laying and sleeping on him. (His stomach to be precise.)

• In rounds, he goes to find you, to protect you when you’re doing generators. (He’s got a sword, so trust him!)

• He’s not that distracted by your appearance, sure he does take glances at you, your ears and tail, but that’s basically it.

• (He ended up getting killed by his own creation, 1x1x1x1… What a shame… But, you somehow survived!)

• Overall, he’s chill with you.

(Killers)

(Jason)

• Jason doesn’t see you much, as you are somehow always hidden in rounds, but that’s alright. He just needs to kill everyone else to see where you are.

• …He managed to get all of your teammates annoyed at him, due to his hitbox…

• You, you were just lying by a tree, did you take a nap??

• When Jason gets to you, he’s… Confused, to say the least.

• He doesn’t know what to do, does he just, let you live, or does he kill you and win for his mother?

• He let you live, as you woke up and practically tackled him and cuddled him, while somehow still asleep?? How.

• He’s confused by your appearance, but doesn’t question it. He does NOT talk, whatsoever, so…

• Overall, he’s chill with you too.

(C00lkidd, platonic)

• We’ll say that you were an emotional support cat for him, as he doesn’t understand his own strength, and hurts most other kids and people.

• 007n7 just, saw how you didn’t mind the bone crushing hug C00lkidd gave you, and just, decided to take you with them.

• C00lkidd loves you! You’re adorable, and he enjoys playing with you!

• You don’t mind whatever damage he does to you, as you know he’s just a kid, and doesn’t understand his own strength.

• Overall, not the best out of everyone, but, he’s somewhat chill.

(John Doe)

• John Doe is… Fascinated, interested and confused by you.

• He doesn’t understand much of affection, even though he has, or had a wife, but, he likes you, he guesses.

• He does want to pet you, but, with his appearance, he can’t, unless he hurts you.

• You just have to show him affection in another way! Just rub your head against his, and he’ll probably understand it!

• He’s confused by your ears and tail, but doesn’t question it, he finds it cute for some reason.

• He listens to you when you ramble on about whatever you did today, occasionally taking glances at how your ears twitch, and your tail flick.

• Overall, he’s also chill with you! He’s confused, yeah, but oh well!

(1x1x1x1)

• …He’s a prick, to say the least.

• He first saw you when he awoke from being created by Shedletsky. You were scratching the air at Shedletsky, as he annoyed you a bit too much.

• That’s how he knew he’d like you for some reason. But why he actually does like you? It’s because he teases you about you being a damn cat.

• You of course… Scratch him for it, but he just laughs it off, finding it amusing. A little cat like you, scratching him? Your scratches feel like tickles to him.

• He pokes your nose, ears and tail time from time, enjoying how annoyed you become at him for it.

• Overall? A prick towards you, with a hidden soft spot for you.

(Mafioso)

• He likes you. Quite literally. I mean, he has a liberal (bunny), so why wouldn’t he like a cat like you?

• Whenever you’re going to groom yourself, he’s magically nearby, and asks if you’ll let him brush your hair, and wash and clean your ears and tail.

• You get surprised time from time, but agree. (You end up drowsy afterwards, as he helps you.)

• He once found you and his bunny cuddled up together, and he secretly took a picture of it. (You both looked so adorable!!)

• He lets you sleep on his bed with him, cuddled up together. And when I tell you he’s so gentle with you when you’re asleep… It’s a stark contrast to how he is with people in debt.

• He sometimes throws his coat over you, which you almost flop down from. Causing him to snort a little at it.

• Overall? He can be very chill, but also a little prick sometimes.

[cursedcanon]

Jjk men in a relationship with somoene shorter than them.

Characters: Gojo, Choso, Sakuna, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Yuji and megumi

GOJO

Gojo would love the height difference and never let you forget it. He’s constantly resting his arm on your head, lifting you off the ground just to tease you, or holding things out of your reach so you have to jump for them. But beyond the teasing, he’s incredibly protective. As a non-sorcerer, you’re fragile in his world, and that terrifies him more than he lets on. He always keeps a close eye on you, and if he ever senses danger, he teleports you somewhere safe immediately. Despite being the strongest, he loves how normal you are—it’s grounding for him. Expect spontaneous dates, endless sweets, and him being incredibly clingy when he’s not working.

Affection Style: Super touchy—always pulling you into hugs, ruffling your hair, or carrying you around just because he can.

Pet Names: Shortie, Angel, Cutie, My Love

CHOSO

Choso is naturally very gentle with you, aware of his own strength and size. He rarely teases about the height difference and instead finds it endearing—sometimes he even bends down when talking to you just to make sure you're comfortable. As a non-sorcerer, he worries about your safety a lot. He doesn’t want you near jujutsu battles or curses, and he’ll always walk you home, even if it means following you in the shadows. He’s incredibly warm and affectionate, but his love language is more about acts of service—bringing you food, fixing things for you, and making sure you're always taken care of.

Affection Style: Protective and soft—he’ll hold your hand in public, press kisses to your forehead, and tuck you into his side when you’re walking together.

Pet Names: Little One, Beloved, My Treasure

SAKUNA

Sukuna sees the height difference as another way to assert his dominance. He lives to tease you—patting your head like a child, smirking down at you, and making jokes about how “fragile” you are. But beneath all of that, he’s insanely possessive. The fact that you’re a non-sorcerer makes him even more territorial—you're his, and he won’t let anything or anyone hurt you. He’s not the type to be openly affectionate, but when he does show it, it’s intense. He’ll lift you onto his lap when he's in the mood, tilt your chin up to make you look at him, and dare you to defy him. He might act cocky, but deep down, having someone as soft and human as you actually soothes him.

Affection Style: Rough but passionate—he’ll grip your chin when he kisses you, pull you onto his lap, and smirk every time you have to crane your neck to look at him.

Pet Names: Brat, Pet, Mine (he’s not one for cutesy names, but you are his.)

GETO

Geto is surprisingly sweet about the height difference. He loves that you’re shorter than him and enjoys wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your head. He’s very gentle with you, especially since you’re a non-sorcerer—he sees you as something pure in his otherwise dark world. He doesn’t want you involved in jujutsu society, and he’ll do everything to keep you safe from it. That said, he’s also possessive—he won’t make a scene if someone flirts with you, but his aura alone is enough to make them back off. He has a soft spot for spoiling you, whether it’s bringing you gifts or just pulling you into his lap after a long day.

Affection Style: Soft but protective—he’s always touching you in some way, whether it’s holding your hand or brushing your hair back.

Pet Names: Sweetheart, Doll, Little One

TOJI

Toji lives for the height difference. He teases you constantly—resting his arm on your head, calling you fun-sized, and effortlessly lifting you up just because he can. He’s cocky and playful, but underneath that, he’s insanely protective. The fact that you’re a non-sorcerer makes him hyper-aware of your fragility, and though he plays it cool, he’d go feral if anyone or anything threatened you. Toji isn’t always the best with words, but he shows his love through physical touch—throwing an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his lap, or just carrying you over his shoulder if you’re walking too slow.

Affection Style: Playful but protective—he teases you nonstop, but his touch is always firm and grounding, like he’s reminding himself that you’re safe.

Pet Names: Shortcake, Doll, Bunny (he likes that you’re smaller and softer than him).

NANAMI

Nanami doesn’t tease you about your height—he actually finds it endearing. He loves subtle things, like how you have to tilt your head to look at him or how your hand is smaller than his when he holds it. He treats you with quiet, deep affection, always making sure you’re safe, warm, and comfortable. As a non-sorcerer, he knows you don’t belong in his world of danger, so he keeps you as far from it as possible. Nanami is a gentleman—he’ll always place his hand on the small of your back when guiding you, offer you his coat when it’s cold, and give you the kind of unwavering devotion that makes you feel truly loved.

Affection Style: Subtle but deeply caring—he’ll brush hair from your face, hold your hand without a word, and make sure you never have to lift a finger if he can do something for you.

Pet Names: Darling, Love, Sweetheart

ITADORI

Yuji adores the height difference—it makes him want to protect you even more. He’s a golden retriever boyfriend, always hugging you, holding your hand, and getting excited whenever he sees you. He loves that you’re a non-sorcerer because it gives him a sense of normalcy, something to hold onto in his chaotic life. He’s always looking out for you—walking on the side of the sidewalk closest to traffic, texting you to make sure you’re safe, and giving you his hoodie when you’re cold (even though it’s way too big on you). He’s the type to lift you up and spin you around when he hugs you, completely oblivious to how strong he is.

Affection Style: Super touchy—he’s all about hugs, hand-holding, and forehead kisses. He loves physical closeness.

Pet Names: Babe, Cutie, Snugglebug (yes, he would call you something ridiculous and own it).

MEGUMI

Megumi acts like the height difference doesn’t matter, but secretly, he finds it adorable. He won’t tease you outright, but he will silently enjoy the way you have to look up at him. Unlike the others, he’s not big on PDA, but he shows he cares in little ways—offering you his scarf when it’s cold, making sure you’re on the inside of the sidewalk, and subtly stepping in front of you if he senses danger. He’s very protective, especially since you’re a non-sorcerer, and though he won’t always voice his concerns, his actions make it clear. He’s not great at verbal affection, but if you catch him off guard, you might hear him mumble something like, "I like that you’re small… easier to keep safe."

Affection Style: Reserved but thoughtful—he’ll carry your bags without asking, stand close enough to shield you, and quietly watch over you like a loyal wolf.

Pet Names: Dummy (affectionately), Angel, (Your Name) (he’s not one for excessive nicknames, but he says your name in a way that makes it sound special).