#And I'm quite proud tbh :D

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I made Orikeros :P

Info might be confusing but it's info :J

From finished few days ago to finished today: GaMoMou, Pikomenia and Juyōyō.

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incredibly self-indulgent roleswap au dress designs (we sure do love making these two attend fancy events)

bonus:

the event gets interrupted and unfortunately for bleeding heart, his dress was only getting in the way.

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Want | Sanji x Chubby! Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Chubby! Reader

WC: 5.5k

Genre: Fluff, slight Angst

Warnings: Sexual harrasment, derogatory terms for chubby people, mentions of blood, insecurities that lead to a bit of light self derogation (Please remember you're absolutely beautiful as you are <3)

A/n: The response on Hunger is insane. Over 700 likes?! I didn't expect much beyond a few 10-20 likes, thank you for all the love 😭 This is another self indulgent fic, more personal to me because I'm chubby myself so... I'm not super proud of the pacing tbh, but it's still pretty good, in my (biased) opinion, haha. I hope you enjoy it!!! ♡

also available on ao3!

When you joined the Straw Hat crew, you didn't expect to fall in love with the blonde chef.

Actually, when you joined them, you weren't in the mindset to think about love and silly crushes. Your island had been destroyed by the Marines for a 'good cause' and despite the Straw Hats' best attempt, you were the only remaining survivor. Luffy kindly offered you a place on his crew, and you joined as an assistant to Chopper, slowly learning from him.

The first few weeks after you joined were tough for you, who had never travelled outside of your island. It took time to get used to the environmental changes along with the emotional grief of losing all your loved ones. The crew tried their best to cheer you up in their own ways, and you would forever be grateful for every one of them for at least trying, even if their methods weren't the most effective for you. It was the thought and the sentiment behind it that counted.

But what did work for you was… food. Ever since you were a child, you had loved food and it was the way you connected to life. Though you were not the greatest cook out there, you were capable of making things that were edible and quite good at times. On the ship though, you never had to cook, because Sanji would always do all the cooking. Whenever you offered to help, to take your mind off the pain you were feeling, he would kindly decline, saying that he would make you whatever you wanted.

But he couldn't. The dishes from your island were not recipes known quite to the rest of the world. Hell, even you didn't know all of them, save for some of your favourite foods that you had learnt from your mother. So you snuck in after dinner and made a dish from your hometown. It wasn't the best food you ever cooked, but it still meant something to you, because you were reminded of home.

You wrote down all the recipes you knew into a book, and kept it close. Whenever you missed your home, you would sneak into the kitchen at night and make yourself something with your wonky cooking skills that made the dish taste different every time. Still, the familiarity was enough to comfort you and let you wallow in the grief at the same time.

Until one day, you couldn't find your book.

"Nami?" You called unsurely to the navigator, who was lying on the deck under shade next to Robin. Behind them, Sanji was serving drinks. The three looked at you in question and suddenly under the scrutiny, your confidence faltered. "Um, uh.. d- did you see a journal somewhere? I can't find mine…"

"The brown one?" She asked, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair. You nodded frantically, hoping she knew. "I don't think I did. Did you check under your bed?"

"I did," you whispered, feeling the sadness wash over you again. It's not like you didn't still remember the recipes, but your memory wasn't the best. Without the book, it would be hard to remember them all.

"Don't worry, we'll find it," Nami got up and reassured you, looking concerned. "Sanji. Robin."

The two of them nodded along and then the four of you were searching for it everywhere, until Sanji had to excuse himself apologetically because he had to go cook lunch. You could only nod, trying not to get down in the dumps again over a book, but it felt a little hopeless. Until you heard Sanji shout from the kitchen. The three of you ran over to find him scolding Luffy, your journal in his hand.

"I just wanted to see what was in it!" Luffy pouted, his rubbery hands swinging around to try and get it back.

"That's an invasion of privacy, Luffy!" Sanji looked angry, but you were too relieved about the fact that you had found the book to get upset with Luffy.

"It's okay," you said, reaching forward to get the book. "It's just… recipes, Luffy. From my hometown."

There was silence in the kitchen for a few seconds and Luffy's face dropped into a serious look.

"I'm sorry," he said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I thought… If I knew how to help you, you'd be happier."

It made you laugh softly, your heart warm at his kind intentions.

"Thank you, Captain," you smiled at him, eyes crinkling into crescent moons. "I am happy here. I just… miss my home, sometimes."

He wrapped you into a hug and Nami ruffled your hair a little. You smiled under the attention, holding the book close. Sanji for once was quiet, just staring at the book thoughtfully, though you didn't notice it then.

A few days after that event, Sanji called you to the kitchen before lunchtime. Curiously, you followed him to find… a plate of your favourite dish from your hometown. It was plated beautifully, making it look fancy and yet it still had that homey feeling to it. Sanji didn't say a word, just held out the chair for you to sit. You sat down in a daze, too focused on the smell of it lingering in the room.

It smelled like home.

And when you tasted it, you burst into tears. Because it tasted like home. It tasted exactly like your mom's. All the tears you had held back to not worry the crew were now spilling out without any end but you didn't care. Here, where only Sanji could see you, you let it all out. He didn't say anything, just placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and squeezed to let you know he's there for you. You turned around to face him, but the tears made it all blurry. Knocking your head against his stomach, you cried harder.

Sanji just held your head, carding fingers through your hair in comfort, offering you a handkerchief. That, you realised later, was the moment your feelings for Sanji began.

✿

After that day, you became a lot happier. Somehow, without words, just eating the food that Sanji made was enough to heal your broken heart bit by bit. Sometimes, he made extra because Luffy was curious and wanted to taste it too; and then the whole crew wanted it so Sanji made a few of your dishes for dinner. In that moment, surrounded by the smell of home, around your new family, your heart finally started healing.

You started noticing Sanji everywhere after you got used to life on the Thousand Sunny. From the small things he does, to the loud expressions of love he made, everything about him seemed wonderful and warm to you. Because you knew that beneath his overt affections for all the ladies, he was an infinitely kind, caring and observant person. How were you supposed to not fall for him, when he went above and beyond for you?

And yet, for all his admissions of love, you never believed that he could truly like you back like you felt for him. You were after all, not the prettiest girl around and you knew that. You were not slim like Nami or Robin, and it's not like you absolutely hated your soft and squishy body. But you wondered if Sanji would like you even though you weren't pretty.

All that self consciousness went out the window every time you were in his presence. He never made you feel less, or ugly– in fact, the way he spoke to you always left you a blushing mess. He made you feel special, and in the moment, it would be enough. Until you saw him fawning over Nami or Robin, and then the sneaky voice in your brain would whisper quiet thoughts comparing you to them. You had no chance with him, and you knew that.

And that was fine. You could live with that, couldn't you? You had to, because wanting more than you should never ended well. All it would leave behind is rejection, hurt and awkwardness. So you pressed down the feelings and acted as normally as you could.

The moment you realised that you loved Sanji was probably a memory you would never forget. Although it was unforgettable for you, it probably wasn't particularly that unique to others. That didn't matter to you because it was a memory you cherished ultimately.

It happened when the ship docked on a peaceful little island. Everyone else was going out to enjoy their time, and you wanted to spend that time with Sanji. So, casually, you made your request.

"Sanji?" Your timid utterance of his name got an instant reaction from the chef, who straightened up and looked at you with hearts in his eyes.

"Yes, (y/n)-chan?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Um, you're gonna go grocery shopping, right?" You had seen Nami complaining while handing him the money for the shopping.

"That's right," he leaned closer, almost too close but not quite into your personal bubble. Still, the proximity was enough for you to smell the mild smell of his perfume that left you a little weak in the knees. "Did you want me to get something for you, sweetheart?"

"I just," you hesitated, suddenly scared that he might realise your feelings and get disgusted. No, Sanji wasn't like that, you had to remind yourself. He would never treat you unkindly, even if he knew your feelings. "I heard you always do it alone. I thought you might enjoy some company?"

The hearts in Sanji's eyes disappeared as he stared at you like you were speaking gibberish for a few seconds. Under the intensity of that stare, you fidgeted and waited for his response.

"You're too kind, (y/n)-chan!" He finally cried, holding up your hands in his own bigger and colder ones. You flushed at the action, stammering out an actual gibberish response this time before you were whisked away by the blonde chef to town.

It felt all too much like a date to you, when you walked next to him. Sanji somehow made grocery shopping fun, or maybe that was just because of how much you liked him that anything with him was enjoyable? It didn't matter, you decided, because whichever it was, you couldn't deny that Sanji was equivalent to the sun on a cold day.

He enthusiastically showed you around, as if you were a tourist and he were a guide (when in fact, it was the first time in this town for both of you) causing you to giggle. Whenever you stopped to buy things, he would humour your curious questions on how to pick which vegetable and what cuts of which meat are the best. It felt awfully like a domestic date, one that made you smile when you imagined doing this with Sanji years down the line every week.

"And that's the last of it!" Sanji said happily, picking up the last bag. He was holding all the bags since the start, despite your insistence and now you were anxious, seeing him hold so many bags in his hands.

"Sanji, let me hold a few," you tried again, hands reaching out to take some of them. But Sanji just turned around so you couldn't reach the bags and grinned down at you.

"Nonsense, how could I let such a delicate lady hold such heavy bags?" His words made you flush in embarrassment. You were not delicate in any sense; surely, Sanji knew that too. And in spite of all his sincerity, the word just felt like it was mocking you.

"I'm… not…," you struggled to say, not wanting to argue but unable to keep it in either. With your chubby frame, no one had ever considered you as delicate.

"Let me do this for you, my love," Sanji's voice was soft and infinitely gentle, as if he was indeed holding something fragile in his hands. "I wouldn't feel good letting you carry anything when I'm more than capable."

"But Sanji!" you lightly whined, wringing your hands. "I don't feel good letting you carry all the burden either! Come on, just a few bags?"

Before Sanji could respond, you heard a scared squeak. Your brows furrowed and you looked around the marketplace, finding a man cornering a girl a few feet behind Sanji. She seemed uncomfortable and he was all in her personal space, saying something in a rough, sleazy voice that gave you shivers.

You were not a fighter, but the instinct to protect her overtook the rational part of your brain and you crossed the distance to where they were. Pushing him back, you stood in front of the girl to block her from him.

"Can't you see she's uncomfortable?" You said coldly. "Back off."

The man took an involuntary step back until his eyes fell on you. He reeked of alcohol and smoke and you felt like puking from the putrid stench coming off him but you held it together, trying to come off as more confident than you felt. His eyes roamed over your body shamelessly, and you felt dirty and uncomfortable from the action.

"Don't get in our business, fatty," he grinned, the smell of alcohol doubling the moment he opened his mouth. "Are you jealous that no one will ever give you the attention she's getting?"

The words stabbed you in the gut, even though you knew rationally that you were better off without the bad attention. That was the one perk of being conventionally average in looks– no one really looked at you, in good ways or bad. Or maybe you had just been lucky so far. But hearing him call you that, saying those words, even from someone like him, it hurt a small part of you. Before you could respond, a leg in black slacks came up and kicked the man down with such a force that everybody around paused, shocked by the sudden action.

Even you stepped back automatically, gasping when you saw that it was Sanji, still balancing all the bags perfectly while he had roundhouse kicked the man into the ground with so much force that you could see his teeth had become bloody and he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

"(Y/n)-chan doesn't need the attention of sewer rats like you," he said calmly, straightening back into position smoothly. "Her beauty only deserves the best of the best."

The sight of Sanji saying that with a calm face, his hair slightly tousled, his hands balancing the bags and his leg muscles rippling under the slacks – that image was imprinted in your heart and brain for the rest of your life. The words sent you into a shock, but when they finally processed, you couldn't deny the overwhelming realisation that crashed into you.

You love Sanji.

It wasn't just a silly crush, or something that could go away if you gave it time. The chef had unknowingly carved himself a place into your heart. He was taking over it, chamber by chamber.

"Sanji…" The word came out as a whisper, inaudible under the din of the market as people were talking about what was going on. You snapped out of it when you felt the girl behind you shuffle and you immediately squashed your thoughts down to examine them later. You turned around and asked her, "Are you okay?"

She looked very alarmed and upset, but she still shot you a grateful smile as she murmured, "Yes, thanks to you two."

"He didn't hurt you?" You asked, hands hovering over her as you looked to ensure if she was safe. A peek of crimson caught your eye when she raised her hand to rub her face. Her elbows had scraped against the rough brick wall in his tousling. "You have some scratches!"

"Oh," she turned her arms to look at the wounds, now feeling the burn after the adrenaline and fear response was receding.

"Come on, I'll treat it for you," you offered, opening your sling bag which had some emergency first aid. You usually carried it around for the members when you were off the ship, knowing that they were all too reckless to give a second thought to any wounds.

"Oh, no, no, I couldn't trouble you more!" She said, mortified but you gently shook your head, offering her a hand.

"It's no trouble," you reassured her. It took a little bit of convincing but she eventually calmed down and let you clean up the wound before you parted. Finally, you allowed yourself to look at Sanji, who immediately schooled his features so you wouldn't see the warm adoring look he was giving you the whole time. "Sanji… Are you okay too? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"Do you think I'm that weak, sweetheart?" He smiled teasingly, but you felt the need to defend yourself.

"I know you are strong," you insisted, worrying your lower lip as you tried to look him straight in the eyes but kept getting flustered. "But even strong people get wounds. Just because they are strong, doesn't mean that they don't feel the pain. So tell me honestly, Sanji. Are you hurt anywhere?'

"No," he promised. "But if you're that worried, I'll let you check me all out back on the ship."

He ended that with a wink, and this time, you couldn't hold back the flush threatening to overtake your face again. Sanji couldn't help making the mood light again, but he had no idea of the effect his words had on you.

"Stupid," you weakly pawed at his arm, walking away before he could say anything. The blonde chef just laughed and followed you, face once again soft and fond as he watched you.

✿

Sanji may have been one of the only people onboard who was oblivious to your feelings, because a few of them did figure it out after watching the way you interacted with him. The first ones to realise were Nami and Robin, who called you out on it when the three of you were lying under the shade on the sunny deck.

"Really?" Nami had scrunched her nose, eyes critically analysing Sanji as he walked (danced, really) back to the kitchens after serving drinks to the three of you.

"Really what?" You asked, too busy sipping the cool drink to notice that she had noticed the way you had warmly thanked Sanji and given him a bright smile.

"Sanji?" Nami gave you a pointed look. The name made you freeze, and you tried to play it off.

"What about him?"

"Oh, come on!" Nami threw the slice of lemon that was on her drink. You caught it before it could fall on your shirt and muttered an indignant 'hey!' that the navigator ignored. "You like him, don't you?"

The words were enough to make you hide your face in embarrassment. Robin was smiling knowingly from the other side of Nami and you felt exposed, like they had both just turned you inside out.

"I do," you whispered after the few minutes of silent mortification that Nami had spent in self satisfaction.

"Why that loser though?" She said without any real bite. You knew she wasn't actually demeaning him; it was affectionate, in the way one would talk about their sibling's lovelife.

"Because!" You whispered, eyes running everywhere to check if no one else was around to hear you. "Have you looked at him? He's literally so pretty! He is kind, caring, and so, so thoughtful and generous. Without expecting anything in return, he is always giving and giving and he makes my stomach do silly things. He has curly eyebrows, Nami! I didn't think those could look good on anyone. Hell, I know I would look ugly with them, but he makes it work! It suits him, and he's so beautiful and I'm just–"

You collapsed onto your chair, your wet fingers from the condensation on the drink glass finding purchase in the dips of your face to hide it. Just talking about him was enough to get your heart beating fast, and the mortification of what you had just spilled to the two girls made you want the ground to swallow you already.

"You really like him," Robin's soft observation made you relax. She wasn't teasing you. You turned to look at her and caught the comforting smile she was sending your way.

"I was going to say you could do better," Nami turned to face you, swinging her feet around to your side, "but after hearing all that, I think… You two are perfect for each other. Despite all his antics, he has a good heart. And you'll be good for him, because you see him as he is."

"Yeah?" You couldn't help the small flower of hope blossoming in your chest.

"Really," Nami smiled, a rare genuine smile that was usually reserved for late night talks and reassurances in down times.

"You don't think…." You trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of your top, "he won't… find me good enough?"

"Are you crazy?" Nami snorted, picking up her drink. The melted ice had made the level go up so much that it was threatening to spill any moment. "You're better than anything he could dream of. I told you, didn't I? You would be good for him. Having someone like you in his life to ground him, I think there's nothing better than that. You're one of the sweetest people I have ever met. If anyone here isn't good enough, it's him."

"Hey now," you frowned, ready to defend Sanji but hearing his voice stopped you.

"Who isn't good enough for (y/n)-chan?" His face was stuck in a weird smile, like he was forcing it. He carefully placed the plate of pastries he had brought as he continued casually despite the silence, "I don't know who we are talking about but Nami-chan is right. No one is good enough for our lovely (y/n)-chan."

"Oh, look at that!" You hurriedly switched the topic, looking at the plate he had brought. The tiny pastries were adorable and colourful, looking so delicious that it would have made your mouth water if you weren't distracted at the moment. "This looks so good, Sanji. Seriously, if you keep feeding me like this, my weight will keep increasing!"

The last line became a teasing complaint, but you didn't expect Sanji to come to the side of your chair and lean down to where you were tilted. The proximity caused your eyes to widen, the blood thundering in your ears as he carefully tucked in a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, face so soft and warm that it make your insides feel like they were vibrating.

"All the more for me to love, so I would keep winning, wouldn't I, sweetheart?"

You choked, and the need to get away from him before you did something wild like grab him and kiss him got so much that your knee accidentally shot up and into Sanji's back, pushing him forward. The chef's eyes widened at the sudden attack, but he managed to not collapse on you by quickly holding onto the sides of the chair but now you were trapped in between his arms on top of the close proximity.

It made you so weak in the knees, and there was something hot and warm curling in your gut as you stammered gibberish, feeling like you were about to faint because Sanji's chest was practically touching yours and it was all too much.

"SORRY!" He hurriedly backed off the moment he got his bearings, and for the first time since you had come onboard, you saw him have a genuinely heavily flushed face. There was a little blood starting to leak from one of his nostrils and somehow, it helped you calm down. He was just as affected as you were. The idea was enough to lessen your embarrassment by a little.

"I'm the one who's sorry, Sanji," you said remorsefully, hiding your face completely in your hands this time. "I kicked you!"

"It wasn't on purpose," he said, right hand coming up to hide the blush on his own face. "I'm sorry for… for making you uncomfortable, (y/n)-chan!"

Uncomfortable? Did Sanji have any clue just how comfortable you actually felt? The problem wasn't that you were uncomfortable in the proximity; it was that you were too comfortable, to the point that you never wanted to leave. But that would be a dead giveaway of your feelings, right?

"Okay, this is just painful to watch now," Nami sighed, jolting the two of you. You had nearly forgotten that she and Robin were right there, and they had seen everything. She looked at you unhappily, mouth set in a tight line. "How about you two get a room and make out there?"

"Nami!" You cried out. She really just gave away your crush like that?!

"Just be grateful I'm not demanding money to make up for what I just had to witness," she sniffed haughtily, swinging her legs back onto the chair and pulling down her sunglasses. "Seriously, you two, go talk shit out. Or else, knowing you, you will just be awkward around each other and that's gonna be even more painful to watch."

She wasn't totally wrong. You were planning to avoid him, possibly by jumping off the Sunny and drowning to death since you didn't know how to swim. But that wasn't really a solution and even you could admit that.

"W- What's there to talk-?" Sanji seemed a little scared, wide eyes glancing between the three of you. Nami ignored him, and you were too flustered to look him in the eyes. Nami's suggestion was essentially for you to come clean, wasn't it? But that was easier said than done. The fear of rejection and the eventual awkwardness was gripping your insides in a chokehold, and you couldn't move your feet even if you tried.

"Sanji," Robin said calmly. "Pick up (y/n) and go to the kitchen."

"Huh?" You were startled at her words. Pick you up?! No way! "No, no way, I'm too… I'm too heavy, there's no need for that!" Even as you said that, you couldn't actually bring yourself to move.

"I don't really get it," Sanji admitted, looking between the three of you as he spoke, "but I can do that. (Y/n)-chan?"

"No, Sanji–" the protests died down the moment he bent down and picked you up like you weighed nothing. Even as he walked you across the deck, you couldn't help but think that it was kind of hot just how easily he picked you up. "Sanji…"

He didn't look at you until you were in the kitchen and the door was closed behind the two of you. He walked over to the table and then carefully placed you on it, as if you were a teacup made of fine china teetering with tea. Finally, he let his clear blue eyes stare down at you, the expression on his face more vulnerable and exposed than you had ever seen on him.

"Sanji?"

"I know I made you uncomfortable," he said quietly, backing away. His hands came up to rub away the blood but it only made it spread around and you winced at seeing that. You never wanted to see any blood on Sanji, if you could help it. "I touched your… you. It wasn't my intention, I swear! I just, I wanted, I–"

He abruptly shut up, looking frustrated with himself.

"Sanji."

He didn't look up, fists clenching at his side the moment you said his name.

"Come here, Sanji," you whispered, holding out your hands to beckon him closer. His eyes flickered over your face, as if trying to gauge out what you were feeling, even as he followed through your request without a second thought. You pulled out the handkerchief he had given you long back, and wiped away the blood over his upper lip and cheeks carefully before you picked up his hand. The thumb was bloody too, so you gently held the limb in one of your hands and wiped it with the other. "You didn't make me uncomfortable, Sanji."

He stayed quiet as you continued to wipe it until it was all gone.

"Didn't I?" He said the moment you were done.

"No," you said, looking up at him. You didn't let go of the hand, though you dropped the handkerchief beside you. Somehow, holding his hand seemed to give you the courage to make the admission Nami had told you to. "I… Sanji, I like you. A lot more than I ever thought it was possible to feel towards someone. I like you so much that it physically hurts when I see you flirting with other women. I like you so much that my heart feels warm whenever you are around, and I feel so safe in your arms that I never want to leave. I like it when you are close to me. But I know that you don't like me like that, so whenever you get so close, and I can't help but want you so much, it's painful for me. I never want to let you go."

Sanji's eyes darkened with every word you spoke, a gradual change that you didn't notice at first because you were all in over your head. His hands hovered around your waist as you finished.

"Who told you?" His voice was a little hoarse, and he cleared his throat the moment he realised how desperate he sounded.

"Told me what?" You asked timidly, looking down at your lap.

"That I don't like you?" Sanji's voice was a broken whisper like yours had been. "I have never heard anything more untrue than that. All this time, I wanted you but I kept my feelings to myself. Because you deserve so much, so much more than I am, so much more than I can give. I wanted and I wanted and I felt so greedy, wanting more and more of you, more than you would let me have– I wanted anything you were ready to give, and I also wanted everything you have to give. I thought you wouldn't want someone like me, when there are so many better options around for you–"

"What?" You couldn't help but laugh. All his words were making you delirious; this had to be some wild dream you had conjured up. It didn't feel real. None of it did. "I had better options around? Sanji, I was so sure you would never look twice at me! I never felt like I was pretty enough, or good enough to get your attention and you're telling me… I had better options? That's so–"

You kept laughing, body shaking from the weight of the laughter. Sanji stared at you, unsure hands still hovering around you. His fingers twitched from holding back the urge to pull you into him.

"You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen," he mumbled. "Not good enough to get my attention? Darling, you have had all of my attention ever since I met you. No other woman could compare to you from the moment you made your place in my heart known."

"Did I really have all your attention?" You asked, letting your insecurities bubble up. Now that you were both being honest, it was better to get it all out of the way, right? "Even when you looked at the other women…"

"I never looked at them the way I did you," his words were sincere, and in that moment, they were enough. You looked up at him, and your body broke into shivers the moment you realised the heat in his eyes as he stared down at you; like you were some unique dish he was finally getting the chance to eat after years of craving it.

"I didn't want the other options, Sanji," you whispered, the volume enough for the proximity you were in. "The only one I ever wanted was you."

You held his collars and pulled him in, and it was like he finally snapped, now that he had permission. His hands immediately grasped at your sides, gently holding the soft flesh there as he kissed you. And now it was your time to give and give, while he took from you like your lips were spilling with ambrosia and he was determined to get every drop. His warm breath fanned over your lips and the goosebumps on your skin rose again, your fingers tightening around the collars of his shirt.

When he let your lips go, he was greeted with the sight of your flushed and pleasantly buzzed expression, like you were drunk on him. Seeing you like that, because of him, it was enough to get him groaning.

"So beautiful," he whispered, leaving feather light kisses all over your face. "So gorgeous. All for me. All… for me to have?"

"Yeah," you whispered, looking up at him and seeing the devastated yet over-the-moon expression on Sanji's face. Even without words, he could always just cleave into your heart and press himself within its walls like they were made to fit him, and only him. "You can be greedy. Take all you want. I'm all yours."

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masterlist

dude finally i'm getting to this. hopefully this helps you guys navigate a little bit better!

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Headcannons

bada + reader at the club

✮⋆˙ bada and reader go to the club, bada almost gets into a fight over her girlfriend

bada as your tall sexy dancer gf

✮⋆˙ here are some hcs of bada as your tall sexy dancer gf

bada + corruption kink!

✮⋆˙ gf! bada lee got a corruption kink fr and let me let yall ponder on this with me

experienced!bada + innocent reader

✮⋆˙ experienced bada tests the waters with you

˙whipped bada + oblivious reader

✮⋆˙ bada is your gf and you dont even know it

bada + idol reader

✮⋆˙ bada and her golden retriever, high energy, secret idol gf

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Text Series

texts with gf!bada

✮⋆ cw: really suggestive. bada just wants you to be a stay at home gf so please just quit your job for her

texts with gf!bada 2

✮⋆cw: its always gonna be suggestive idk what to tell yall tbh

˙texts with gf!bada part 3

✮⋆cw: mentions of baby making. drunk y/n...

texts with gf!bada part 4

✮⋆cw: not suggestive... actually theres some angst ☹️ but very very fluffy at the end :D

texts with gf!bada part 5

✮⋆cw: ....suggestive u know the deal. just crack texts idk really no like theme here. enjoy!

text pranks with gf!bada

✮⋆cw: slightly (and very slightly) suggestive i cant help it i want her to **** ** ***** * *** me so bad. enjoy

jealous bada lee texts!

✮⋆cw: jealous, possessive bada lee. she is so fine. i won't her 😍

reader reacts to bada's wkorea photoshoot

✮⋆ i cannot believe our tall sexy gf showed that much of herself to the world. i'm with reader on this one

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 Full fics

Too close

✮⋆˙ c/w: angst. angry howl, homophobia, minor and very, very minor physical harm done to bada. closeted bada, out and proud reader. its alooooot of angst. some comfort at the end though so don't worry!

Luxurious

✮⋆˙ c/w: spoiled ass reader. down bad bada. suggestive. a little more than suggestive? not full on smut though. what does bada like more than checks? money!

My love is mine, all mine

✮⋆˙ c/w: severe anxiety/panic attack. bada comforts reader through an anxiety attack. bada best girl.

Attention

✮⋆˙ cw: bada accompanies you to your high school reunion. nothing too bad. actually, not suggestive! bada lee being fine as hell... y/n acting up per usual. really fluffy at the end. enjoy!

tell your friends

✮⋆˙ cw: requested! smut. full on. cunnilingus. strap/harness. possessive bada hitting it from the back 🧎‍♀️

takeout (on me)

✮⋆˙cw: pussy whipped bada lee taking you in several different positions. cannot get enough of the noises you make and how good she makes you feel. good god.

kissin' and hope they caught us

✮⋆˙ c/w: reader gets into their head alot, but bada is always there to reassure you.

water

✮⋆˙c/w: bath time with bada. aftercare bur bada is still h word on main. fingering, praise, and soft!dom bada.

Garden Kisses

✮⋆˙ cw: friends to lovers. a bit of angst in the beginning. cunnilingus. jealous bada. bada is bad at communicating feelings. some texts thrown in there. possessive bada. pussy drunk bada.

who jerks off the most in zb1

Haobin x reader series

night routine with haobin waking up with haobin randon haobin + reader hc's zb1 being done with haobin + reader grossly domestic haobin + reader

Seok Matthew

matthew + doggy style soft dom matthew

Shen Ricky

eating you out after dinner what he's like during baby making

Zhang Hao

idol!reader accidentally turns him on riding hao's face

Sung Hanbin

angry hanbin

enha as employees at my old coffee shop

Yang Jungwon

brat tamer jungwon

Lee Heeseung

8:16am

Park Jongseong

empty

Sim Jaeyun

quickie with jake certified munch makeup sex with jake 11:32pm certified munch #2

Park Sunghoon

making brownies with sunghoon sunghoon thinks you're pretty

Kim Sunoo

empty

[elbdot]

Congrats on concluding such a tremendous community feat OP! It was fascinating to see your posts about them here, and I am quite thankful for the people who were able to obtain footage of some of your matches; I was so curious!! About how everyone was doing their playstyles! My favorite spectator sport LMAO

Also shoutout to Shadic the one victor whose footage made it to the compilation, that man was A KILLER JESUS. That had to have been a brutal time

Thank you so much!! :D I'm glad you enjoyed watching the few battle videos we put up!!

And yes THAT EVO-BOOST SETUP WAS SO CRUEL, I felt like the biggest idiot when it hit me 😂 The second match where Shadic promised not to use any gimmick teams didn't end well for me either tbh :'D But I'm proud to say I fiNALLY managed to win against him on a third match against his Dark type team, I didn't think it was possible to beat him AT ALL with his far more advanced competitive knowledge (I know like - the basics, my team is competitively trained, I know about...most abilities and favored movesets of often used Pokemon, but I'm not that familiar with the actual competitive scene), but alas...I GOT MY REVENGE

I wish we would have been able to record even more matches 😂 There was an absolutely legendary match where one of the challengers, Allie, managed to defeat my entire remaining team of 4 Pokemon with her LAST standing Baile Style Oricorio. I WAS NOT EVEN MAD, THAT WAS AN AMAZING TURN OF EVENTS As a huge Oricorio-fan, being defeated by one still counts as a win in my book LMAO

Unfortunately we only had ONE person on the server with the equipment to record battles and not only is it an INCREDIBLY time-consuming endeavor, but some of the codes for battle videos I put up online didn't even work for some reason, so we only got 6 videos up, but man, I'm glad we have ANY material up AT ALL 😭

Maybe I'll treat myself to a capture card one day, but right now that's over 200€ I don't feel comfortable in spending 😅😂 MAYBE ONE DAY...

[cloudcountry]

Holy crow congratulations on 1k my dude! 🎉 I freaking love your writing so much! I'm constantly giggling or bouncing around and your writing lives in my head rent free how are you so talented?! I'm so so sorry this is kinda last minute but if you're still accepting requests for the event may I request Lilia + hostage please? Congrats again and I hope you have a lovely day/night/morning! Stay safe out there!

THIS IS THE LAST ONE :((( tbh i had so many requests roll in that i'm a bit relieved BUT ALSO DONT GET ME WRONG this was a fun event and i loved loved loved talking to all of you!!! please feel free to drop by my inbox if you ever want to <3

ANYWAYS!!!! hello anon!!! :D thank you so much!!!!!

aM!Q?>?!?>@ UM i started writing quite a while ago actually so i guess practice?? UM IDK HELP IM SO GLA DYOU LIKE MY WRITING THAT MUCH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO KNOW PEOPLE ENJOY IT WHHAHHAWHAHWAHA

PLS don't apologize!! last minute isn't late <3 i hope your day or night as lovely as well, make sure you take care of yourself!! <33

this takes place when silver was a child!! C:

LILIA VANROUGE + HOSTAGE (1k event details)

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“Help me!” you cry, hiding under a blanket form as you shake in your fairytale getup, “Oh please! Won’t somebody save me from this fearsome dragon?!”

“Rawr!” Lilia yells, arms outstretched and fingers curled threateningly, “I’m the big evil dragon that looooves eating little knights!”

You hear Silver giggle from behind the couch, but neither you nor Lilia acknowledge it. He puts on quite the show of trying to find the small human, even going so far as to lift a vase and scratch his head in mock confusion.

You watch as Silver clambers over the back of the couch, wooden sword in hand. He brandishes it with a grin and nods at you as if to say, “don’t worry. I’m here to save you.”

You smile back.

Lilia hums loudly as he continues to search for Silver, proclaiming all the ways in which he could gobble him up. You almost choke on your spit when Lilia makes a comment about eating Silver’s nose, but manage to keep quiet.

Silver stands on the back of the couch, feet wobbling as he tries to stay steady. With a loud yell, he jumps off the back of the couch and traps Lilia in a headlock.

“Oh! Ooooh!” Lilia screeches dramatically and Silver whacks him with the sword, “Woe is me! I’ve been defeated!”

“I did it! I beat the dragon!” Silver cheers, jumping off his father and rushing towards you, “I saved you!”

“Yes you did Silver.” you smile softly, rubbing his head, “Good job. I’m so proud of you.”

[vendetta-if]

LMAO IMAGINE IF THE CHARACTERS SEE THEIR RESPECTIVE POLLS 🤣

MY MC WOULD BE CHEERING FOR HIS DADDY AND ASH WHILE SECONDARY CHEERING FOR LUKA AND RIN 😉😁

also on a much more normal / thirstier ide note, can i get a scenario where the RO has been having a rough and stressful week 😖 and MC is worried about them, so when it's the weekend and the RO just returned from work, they enter their room to see a VERY EXTRAVAGANTLY decorated room with scented candles everywhere, the room itself is dimly lit by the candles giving off a very romantic vibes 😎 and lo and behold on a king sized bed covered in rose petals is th culript, i.e. MC dressed in (whatever you want them to be wearing, could be a maid dress, a qipao, maybe a lingere or nothing at all, depends on you or the RO 😏) with a rose clutched in their mouth. "wanna have some dinner?" MC winks.

SORRY I'M JUST HORNY ALRIGHT TOO MUCH ANGST IN THIS BLOG AYO WHERE MY HORNY BROS AT

😂 Viktor would smile awkwardly—maybe if he were younger, he would be more proud about winning the poll by quite a significant margin over his brother 😎

Luka would be so embarrassed while Jackal is on fight mode, standing in front of him protectively and possessively. Luka is already taken! Get away from him! 😠😤

Grandpa is just standing there stoically and menacingly 😐 Not a lot of stuff amuse him a lot; he suppose he’s still pretty attractive for his age, then 😆

Takashi is laughing awkwardly while Rin is sulking. He’s a bit flattered inside to be able to almost beat the big ol’ man Morozov himself 😂

Newton has never been in a poll where he got such a low number of votes. If he were younger and still single and unmarried, he would be quite insulted 🤣 Well, it still stings even now, but he already has his wife and kid; he doesn’t really care about the poll 😕

😆 If you’re looking for fellow horny enthusiasts, you can join my Discord Server if you want to. I have special horny channels and you can start a discussion there or join in any discussion. As for the steamy scenario 😳

Ash

MC could be wearing anything and Ash would find it hot, tbh 😆 But let’s imagine it’s the classic lingerie. Ash would be blushing and smoking. “D—Dinner? Do you want me to order some takeaway?” They try asking. After MC makes it clear what they mean by “dinner”, Ash would almost faint in place 🤣

Rin

MC would be wearing a collar and some ropes tied around their body as the only articles of clothing 😏 As soon as Rin sees you, they would smirk. “Dinner, you say? Oh, sure, let’s go to one of the fancy restaurants downtown now, no need to change outfits,” they would tease MC.

After MC makes it clear to them what they meant by dinner, they would hum, “Oh… Why don’t you just say so clearly from the beginning?” Their smirk widens. “Well, I’m starving and you better be too.”

Santana

MC would be in a state of half-dressed, bonus points if it’s some kind of formal or business formal clothings; shirt, dress, skirt, garters, gloves 🤭

Santana would smile as they see MC on the bed, the stresses and weariness of the day are evaporating away. “Dinner, huh? Are you sure you don’t want to have some real dinner first before we do this?” they ask playfully.

Skylar

For Skylar, I would imagine MC wearing some kind of sexy superhero/villain costume 🤣 They don’t mind whipping out their own for the roleplay (just don’t tell the Agency about it 😂).

A wide grin breaks on their face immediately as soon as they lay their eyes on you. “Oh, what a delicious dinner! Don’t mind if I do!” Dive onto the bed 🤭

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Hi! I am fond of your fics, ty for blessing the fandom with such content :D /pos

As for the request... How about a short&sweet movie!goldenheart thingy with precanon transgender Ballister being a bit self-conscious abt his body and Ambrosius reassuring him (goes perfect with your body worship hc tbh)

Might be T, might be E, it's all up to you XD

(Should have I really turned the anonymous option on? I feel like it's really obvious who I am atp)

Anyway I hope you're having a great day and you get paid a lot of money B)

Hi hi yes finally finished this one, stranger!!! I am so glad you enjoy my work and I hope you enjoy this one!!! Ambrosius loves his man so much stg

Cw: referenced sex, some gender dysphoria (obviously) and minor internalized transphobia

Ballister admired his facial hair in the mirror. He'd been terribly proud ever since it had started growing in, and he'd cut his hair. He was grateful for the resources available to him that he never before would have been able to access as a kid on the street. Yes, his face was finally molding into a shape he liked to see.

His body was a bit of a different story. He was elated, of course, when he got approved for top surgery, but the scars were still very visible against his skin, they hadn't faded yet. He hoped that his chest hair would make them harder to see. And all that's not even mentioning that he'd not been able to get bottom surgery yet. The damn Institution said it would interrupt his training too long because of the recovery time.

It's not like it would matter. Ballister could avoid mirrors for the rest of his life if he needed. He'd never had to deal with his own body much. He was very good at distancing himself from it. That is, until, his best friend turned into his boyfriend and that relationship turned from innocent to sexual very fast.

It was hot, and fun, but honestly a bit awkward and miserable at first. Ballister thought Ambrosius was straight at one point. If a straight man liked him, what did that mean? Did the person he trusted most in the world see him as something other than who he really was? Then he found out that Ambrosius was gay and that was somehow just as stressful because what if he wasn't enough? What if his partner was biding his time until Ballister got surgery? What if he didn't like him as he was? What if he never did?

Ballister startled when Ambrosius entered the room, his lover's eyes immediately widened and he bit his lip. “Hey, sexy.” He slinked his way over and nibbled Ballister's neck, slinking his arms around his waist. “How lucky do I have to be to come home to the hottest man in the world topless in my dorm?”

Ballister snorted, as if it wasn't practically their dorm. He slept here and half his stuff was here, because this dorm was much nicer than his. They used his dorm as storage and a hangout to play video games in. They actually lived here.

“I'm happy I can be topless in your dorm, finally.” Ballister chuckled with awkward intonation, and Ambrosius kissed his shoulder. “I'm happy too, that you feel comfortable doing so. But you always could if you'd wanted, your body was never and could never be a problem for me. I just want you to be happy!”

Ballister smiled. “Really? Even if– Even without– I don't know. I'm masculine enough for you? I mean, you're gay, and you've known me since we were kids.”

Ambrosius gave him a look and caressed the stubble on his cheek. “I’ve always liked you. Gave me a whole crisis about my sexuality before you came out, because I exclusively liked men except for, I thought, you. Turns out my gay ass knew something about you before you told me.” He chuckled. “You've only gotten hotter, but you've always been perfect, and you'll always be more than man enough for me. Plus, no offense, Bal, I don't think you've got quite enough in the way of feminine wiles to drive my man-loving ass away.”

Ballister glanced at the mirror and burst out laughing at the sight of his muscular, bulky, hairy body contrasted with the phrase "feminine wiles". It wasn't that those things couldn't be feminine, but they certainly weren't in his case, and the idea of anyone seeing, let alone being attracted to him as a straight woman seemed a bit ridiculous upon reflection. “Alright, alright. Thanks.”

Ambrosius grinned and kissed him, fingers fiddling with the waistband of his shorts. “Now that that's settled, would you be interested in me sucking your dick and fingering you? I've got a couple hours before my next class.”

Ballister smirked, “Only if I can suck your dick and finger you.”

Ambrosius pretended to be contemplative for a moment despite the excitement that flashed behind his eyes. “Hm, yeah, I suppose I'd be amenable to that.” He grinned and in another instant, their bodies were melded together, just two young men in love.

[severevoiddragon]

Made a song for my fantasy wip :D Quite proud of it tbh

I rlly wanna put the singing to it as well, can you DM me/reply to this post if you can sing & wanna be involved? :O This will just be for a demo, if I commit to making this a full musical, I'll do separate casting calls n stuff (but I'm not committing rn, I just wanna see the song with singing and I can't sing everything-)

More info under the cut if you're interested :D

* NOT AN APRIL FOOLS THING I JUST HAPPENED TO POST TODAY /gen

I'll need:

A few sopranos (Range: D4-G5, doesn't matter if you can't hit all of that range)

1 Alto (Range: G3-B4, sings solo)

A few altos (Range: B3-C5, doesn't matter if you can't hit all of that range)*

A few tenors (Range: C3-D4, doesn't matter if you can't hit all of that range)*

A few basses (Range: G2-G3, doesn't matter if you can't hit all of that range)*

*: Also may have a few solos/spoken lines if you're interested!

I deliberately made them all roughly an octave, with the notable exception of the sopranos, but then again it's sopranos so...

I'll send lyrics and guide tracks if you are interested, also if you want to take over the role of the Alto/Tenor solo, I may ask you to record a harmony for the other lines (probably the alto line?) Gender doesn't matter for any of this, it's just what your voice sounds like :D

I don't have enough friends who ik can sing, so I'm asking random people on Tumblr xD

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Sleepy Kitten

hellooo party people :D

so I ran a poll for you guys to vote for which fic I should post next, and this is the one that won!! I've been working on this for quite a while tbh, just like slowly molding it into what it is today, and I'm pretty proud of it honestly!!

shoutout @mushiewrites for helping me out with this and reading it over and over again whenever I changed the tiniest detail lmao (like All of my fics tbh, and all of the future ones to come). you're a real one mushie <333

lee!george, ler!karl, feat. ler!dream and ler!sapnap, ~4k words

enjoy!!

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"Dream?" Karl's soft voice rang through the living room where Dream was sitting on the couch looking a little too sad and gloomy to not warrant Karl's curiosity. His head perked up from where it was resting on his arm that was draped over the back of the couch at the sound of his name, and he looked over at the door frame that Karl had walked through with Sapnap following suit barely seconds later, and he smiled at the other two.

"Hey," Dream greeted, blinking tiredly and watching as they both walked over towards him. Sapnap took a few quick steps to cross behind Karl, turning to sit against the edge of the couch arm, while Karl stayed standing in front of Dream. He tilted his head to be at a parallel angle to Dream's tilted head, and reached out to wrap his finger around a stray curl of hair that rested behind Dream's ear.

"You alright? What's got you all mopey, handsome?" Karl asked, smiling when the affectionate name and touch made Dream let out a soft hum. Dream's lips quirked up into a smile at the action, and he rested his head back down against his arm as Karl played with the back of his hair.

"Nothing really. I'm just bored," Dream explained, closing his eyes as he stretched his arms above his head, letting them flop back down around him after. "You guys were busy so me and George were hanging out, and then I guess he, like, got bored or something and said he was going to take a nap! Like, we weren't even done with what we were watching and he just leaves to go sleep! How fucked up is that?!" Dream explained, exaggerating his annoyance with a dramatic eye roll, and Karl and Sapnap both giggled along with him.

"No, you're right, that is super fucked up, he does that all the time!" Sapnap agreed.

"Yeah!" Karl confirmed as well, pausing for a second before smiling down at Dream. "I think we should do something about it." Dream's eyebrows raised as he looked up at Karl again, taking in his mischievous smile that made him grin more as well.

"Oh yeah?" Dream asked, now narrowing his eyes as he took in the energy of the conversation. He watched as Karl looked over to Sapnap, and they shared a borderline evil smile as well. Karl put a hand out, offering it to Dream to take, as he pulled Dream to stand up. "I feel like you guys have a way more thought out plan than I anticipated," Dream offered. Sapnap chuckled, falling back a step to be in line with him as they walked.

"Trust me, you have no idea. This is, like, Karl's specialty. You're in for a treat," Sapnap explained with a smile as they approached George's cracked open bedroom door. Karl pushed it open slowly, careful not to disturb George just yet, at the risk of putting a wrench in his own plans.

They were greeted with the sight of Patches laying at the foot of George's bed, curled up on top of one of his hoodies that was half falling off the edge. She chirped softly at them before she jumped down and trotted her way out the door, obviously disgruntled by them disturbing her sleep. Next, they were greeted by the sight of George, asleep in his bed, exactly where they expected.

As they stepped closer, they picked up on more details. George was lying on his side, the outline of his legs underneath the covers showing that one foot was just near the edge of the bed and the other was tucked up a bit further with his knee bent. The arm that was resting against the bed was straight out in front of him, fingers curled around the corner or the pillow on the other side of the bed, and his other hand was curled up near his face, half-covering his mouth. His face was also slightly flushed, and they could only imagine it was caused by the added warmth coursing through his body from the extra fluffy throw blanket that half covered his lower body on top of his comforter.

He looked comfortable, content, and… kind of adorable. If you'd asked Dream, he could've sat there staring at him until he woke up naturally.

But Dream didn't voice that opinion, because Karl began his secret plan before he got the chance.

Karl flipped up the corner of the blankets to expose George's socked foot and the few inches of skin where the cuff of his pants had slid up in his sleep. George's foot tensed at the cool air, toes curling a few times before he went still again.

Karl took this as an invitation, and smirked as he ran a finger from George's big toe to his heel.

George's foot flinched again, moving a bit more this time, and he let out a tiny sound from the back of his throat accompanied by a small breath through his nose. Karl's smile widened at the sound, but it was obvious he was looking for a bigger reaction. So, he repeated his action, continuously this time, trailing up and down George's foot over and over again.

George let out another huff of air through his nose, another noise leaving his throat, this one higher pitched than the last. His lips quivered into a smile, and he turned his head further into the pillow and pulled his hand in closer to hide his mouth. When Karl switched to scratching just at the heel of his foot for a few seconds, there was another sound, but this time it sounded suspiciously like a choked giggle. His eyelids fluttered, clearly on the verge of waking up but not quite passing the threshold yet. Instead, there was a small whine, and George's body squirmed slightly, seemingly by its own accord. His other leg slid down to his outstretched one, using that foot to partially cover the one that was being tickled and curling his toes to try to get rid of the feeling.

Karl kept pushing.

He used one finger to gently guide George's foot away, shifting them so they were flat next to each other, and he switched to dragging all ten fingers up and down either sole. He kept his touch light, made sure to use his nails, and kept his fingers in a stiff claw shape as he scratched. George stirred quite a bit more now, pushing himself to lay fully on his stomach as his entire body squirmed on his bed, movements sluggish from sleeping. His fingers gripped the edge of the pillow they hovered near, and the hand near his face moved closer to cover more of his mouth.

Despite the few giggles that fell from his mouth and the way his legs curled up to escape the feeling, he still wasn't entirely awake yet.

Apparently, this was close enough to what Karl was aiming for.

Karl moved his leg up to kneel on the bed, making sure to press his weight down slowly so he didn't alert George to his movements yet, before lifting his other knee and centering himself on George's mattress.

"George~" Karl cooed, leaning his body forward as he scooted up the bed. He used one knee to gently nudge George's thigh and push his legs apart so he could sit back on his heels between them comfortably. George let out a tiny noise of discontent at the movement and sudden voice, despite Karl speaking as softly as possible. "C'mon, George, it's time to wake up."

Then, Karl fully pushed away the covers and pulled one of George's ankles out, bending his knee so his foot was up in the air and Karl could wrap his arm around it, holding it in a firm headlock as he scratched over his heel again. This finally broke George out of his sleep, and the other three men could've absolutely fawned over him when they heard the raspy, sleepy giggles escape from behind his hand.

"Whahaha– hehe– what are you doihihing–?" George spoke through his laughter, his voice scratchy and his words coming out slurred. His toes curled tight against his foot, and his foot twisted in Karl's grip when he realized he couldn't push his leg down. "Whaha- whoho?" He blinked his eyes open further, turning his head to the side so his face was slightly out of the pillow and he could see who was currently tormenting him. Quickly after, he found himself squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face again, when his laughter picked up as Karl's fingers trailed down towards the arch of his foot and scratched there instead. "Ah- ha! Kahaha–Karl, s-stohop!"

Karl took this opportunity to take matters even further, giggling to himself as he put his next move into action. He glanced over at Dream, who had a huge, fond smile on his face as he watched George squirm, and then at Sapnap, who shared a similar smile as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched Karl work. He dropped George's ankle and lifted his own knee again, throwing his leg over George's hip, and repeating the motion with his other leg so he could straddle George's lower back. George gasped and pressed his hands flat against the mattress, pushing his torso up until he could lift his head up slightly, feeling his spine arch forcibly from the weight settled on his lower back.

"Ka-Karl, wait, what are you doihing?" George asked again, obviously much more awake this time, and much more confused. His words were still laced with nervous giggles as he tried to crane his neck around far enough to make eye contact with Karl.

"George, you were supposed to keep Dream company while me and Sapnap were busy in his office. That was your job," Karl explained, mocking disappointment, and George let out a sound from the back of his throat as he shook his head a little, dropping down to his elbows as he kept himself propped up in a more comfortable position.

"It-it wasn't my job, we were just hanging out! It wasn't, like, an obligation, I just–" George tried to explain, but suddenly there were two soft hands slipping underneath his shirt and holding onto his sides. His words cut off immediately, followed by a gasp, and he nearly fell over with the way he flinched. There was another gasp and flinch as Karl softly squeezed his sides where his hands rested, then started massaging his thumbs into the tender skin on the back of his sides. "Ngh– Karl–!"

"No, I know, but you were hanging out and having a good time. And you left Dream, just to go sleep," Karl accused, still pretending to be upset, but his facade was starting to fall as he heard giggles from behind him that made him want to giggle too. George heard the sounds as well, followed by Karl giggling back at the person, and he tried pushing himself up further up to turn and see who the other person was.

"Karl!" He ended up with his body completely twisted and contorted, his left arm slipping underneath his body to the right side, and only then did he notice the two other men standing in the room as well, just watching the scene unfold from behind Karl. His jaw dropped slightly as he gasped again, face flushing bright red at the idea that Dream and Sapnap were just standing there, watching Karl tickle him awake. Karl used his twisted and stretched position as an opportunity to let one of his hands slide up onto his tummy, scratching his nails right around the center and giggling even more as George squealed and dropped down entirely, hiding his face in the pillow and pressing his stomach down to the bed. "OH– my Gohod!"

"I mean, I just can't believe you would leave Dream alone like that, I'm sure he's so upset about it," Karl said as he slid his hand back down to cup George's hip, letting his thumbs return to digging into his back, adding more pressure this time as he kept up his slow, drilling circles. George outright whined, tilting his head forward so he could press further into the pillow but he could still protest. His laughter was creeping up on him now, bubbling up in his chest and throat as the circles on his back slowly became unbearable.

"That's–!"

"He probably felt so betrayed and lonely."

"Noho!" George complained, still feeling the need to defend himself even though he was well aware they were messing with him. He made a small noise of frustration as he attempted to turn his hips to flip himself over, but the way Karl was still pinning him down made it almost impossible to move at all. Instead, he decided to try pushing himself up again, managing to turn enough to make eye contact with Dream for barely a second before Karl very suddenly drilled his thumbs directly into the very, very sensitive point on the back of his ribs. "Dream– AH, KAHARL– nahahaha!" George tried to bargain, almost immediately being cut off by his own loud yelp and the laughter that followed. His knees curled up until one foot almost hit Karl's back, before he started kicking his legs against the bed as he tried his best to squirm away. Karl kept drilling his fingers into the same spots, poking his thumbs in and out and digging in as much as possible, and George let out another loud bout of laughter as he collapsed against the bed once again. He reached his hands behind him, grabbing Karl's fingers and pulling at them desperately in an attempt to get them off his ribs as soon as possible.

"Dream, isn't that true?" Karl asked, having to raise his voice slightly for George to hear him over his own laughter.

"It's NOHOT– PLEHEHEHEASE, STOP, plehease, oh my GOHOHOD, I'm d‐ahaha- I'm dying- hehe…" George's laughter died off as Karl stopped drilling into the back of his ribs, his entire body going limp as Karl gently rubbed the area to rid him of the ghost tickles.

"It is true," Dream chimed in, smiling brightly at the situation, unable to hide it. Dream took a few steps forward, going around to the side of George's bed and tapping his shoulder so he'd turn to look at him. George did, for a second, before his cheeks flushed and he shoved his face into the pillow again. "I was so sad when you left, George, all because you wanted to sleep, really?"

"Dreheam, come ohohon–"

"I think you deserve the karma, George," Sapnap jumped in this time, earning himself a disgruntled groan from the man he directed his dig at.

"Shut up, Sapnap!" George yelled, voice muffled slightly when he dropped his head down to hide his face in his elbow. The second he heard a gasp after he spoke, he realized he fucked up.

"George!"

"N-no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!" George backtracked immediately, his breathing getting faster as he picked his head up and whipped around to look at Sapnap. "Tell him it's fine, Sapnap, please, please tell him it's fine!"

"Hmmm… I dunno, Georgie, that was pretty rude," Sapnap agreed, putting on a fake sad voice as George whined and shook his head.

"I think you need to be taught a lesson about respecting your friends, Gogy," Karl explained as he pressed his thumbs into the dimples on George's lower back for a few seconds, smiling deviously as his giggles became frantic and his squirming and head shaking returned tenfold.

"Nohoho, stop, dohohon't do it, dohon't, please– Karl! Plehehase!" George's voice was more whiny than any of the three of them had heard it before, most likely attributed to his tiredness and embarrassment, and Dream almost felt bad for him, on the verge of intervening and telling Karl to leave him alone.

That is, until Karl cut off his line of thinking once more, and he heard the incredible laughter that came from George when Karl stuck his hands under his arms and wiggled into the sensitive skin through his t-shirt.

"NOHOHO! Oh my gohohohod, Kahaharl! Fuhuck, gehehet OHOHOFF! GET AWAHAY! Gehet OHOHOUT of thehere!" George pleaded through his still-frantic laughter as he snapped his elbows inwards and kept them pinned tightly to his sides to try to block out Karl's tickling. Sure enough, it didn't do anything to help, and he instead attempted to tense and curl up the rest of his body as well. His knees were drawn in together, his ankles crossed, and he bent his tense knees until his heels actually did make contact with the middle of Karl's back. "DREHEHEAM- Sapnahahap! Hehelp mehehehe, plehehease!"

"Help? Okay!" Sapnap piped up, ignoring George's protests of 'waitwaitwait no I take it back I take it back DON'T-' as he grabbed George's ankles and pushed his legs flat down on the bed. George attempted to kick his legs back against Sapnap's hold, but Sapnap simply sat on the bed next to his legs and held each ankle down with one hand to keep him in place. "Dream? Would you care to join?"

"NO, Dreheheheam! Plehease, Dream, please, behehe nihice!" George stammered, laughter falling back down to giggles and titters when Karl slipped his hands out from under his arms and settled for massaging the heels of his palms into George's back to give him a much needed break.

"Hmmm… I'll think about it," Dream said as he walked towards the head of the bed, kneeling down on the floor next to where George was laying and resting his cheek on one of his arms so he could look George in the eyes. George turned his head towards him, and Dream nearly cooed at the sight. His eyes were glassy and teary, no doubt from how hard he was laughing and how tight he was squeezing them shut, his cheeks were bright pink, and a dark red flush was taking over the tips of his nose and ears as well. His hair was a complete mess, soft brown waves pushed in every direction, and his expression was pleading and, frankly, a little pathetic as Dream reached out to gently comb his fingers through George's hair to fix it up a little bit. "You're so cute when you're all disheveled like this, Georgie."

"Wh–" George said with a giggle, bringing his arm up to shove his face into the crook of his elbow and hide from the attention. "Shut up!"

"It's just the truth," Dream confirmed, voice fond, as he migrated his fingers from George's hair to let the nail of his pointer finger softly trace over the shell of his warm, flushed ear.

"Nohoho, nnn– ugh, Dreheheheam!" George whined, flinching away from the traces a few times before completely melting into the bed as Dream continued. "Thihihis– that's sohoho not fahahair, yohou cahan't– you can't doho thihihis…" George's giggles increased a small amount when Dream let his fingers follow their line down behind his ear, then below to trail over the side of his neck, and then back up the line to around his ear again. He kept this path going the more George giggled and whined and melted under his touch.

"It's okay, we know you love this," Dream reassured, ignoring George's complaint of 'not true!' and gently sliding his hand over to the back of his neck. He cupped his palm over the warm skin there for a second, before letting his thumb and pointer finger play with the hair at the nape of George's neck and his middle finger gently scratched at the skin on the opposite side to keep a soft smile on his face. George hummed happily, enjoying the delicate touch, melting into it even as Karl and Sapnap decided they were bored of watching the other two act stupidly fond of each other and took matters into their own hands.

Sapnap took George's ankle– the one that Karl hadn't taken hostage at the start of this, to give George some variety– and pulled it closer to him, trailing his fingers over George's calf and watching his toes curl and flex when he couldn't pull his leg away. George's giggles started up again with full force, much more squeaky and muffled this time, and Sapnap pushed a little further by slipping two fingers into George's sock and slowly sliding it off.

"Oh, NO–!" George protested immediately, trying to sit up and squirm away, but Dream's hand and Karl sliding further up to the middle of his back kept him almost completely immobile. "Sapnap, plehease–"

"Relax, you baby, you're fine," Sapnap disregarded George's complaint, letting go of his sock as it was halfway off his foot and scratching at the sides of his bare heel. George's foot twisted and tensed wildly in his grip, his laughter turning into raspy squeals now,, but it was nothing compared to the sudden boom of laughter and return of squirming that came mere seconds later. When Sapnap looked behind him to find the cause, he noticed Karl had reached behind him to grab George's hips, forcing his fingers between his torso and the bed to press his middle and pointer fingers into the pressure points right above George's hip bones.

"KAHAHARL! I THOHOUGHT YOU WERE DOHOHONE!" George whined, his breathing becoming shaky and sharp, and Karl laughed along with him, bringing his hands in front of him to give his bottom ribs the same treatment as he leaned down to speak in his ear.

"I was gonna be, but you never know when I could start up again, right, my sweet kitten?" Karl teased, giggling into George's ear and nuzzling into his shoulder as George shook his head.

"OKAY OKAHAHAY! PLEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHA– I CAN'T TAKE IHIT–!"

Karl finally stopped after that, sliding off George's back and sitting cross legged next to him. He tapped Sapnap's arm, hinting for him to stop as well, and Sapnap slid George's sock back on and softly placed his leg back down on the bed. Dream kept up his gentle movements, knowing they would help George calm down, and the group sat in silence for a few moments, listening to George's residual squeals of laughter as he took in heavy breaths and swallowed thickly.

"You okay, pretty boy?" Karl asked, softly patting George's back to comfort him. George nodded, humming to confirm, and he slowly lifted his head up to turn to look at him.

"I fucking hate… all of you…" He mumbled, trying to sound mean, but the blush on his face and the way his voice cracked in the middle of his sentence made it very hard.

"We know," Sapnap agreed, turning around to kneel at the edge of the bed.

George was about to continue, when suddenly, Karl jumped on top of him, wrapping his arms around George's waist and pulling him onto his side to force him to cuddle.

"Oh my god, Karl!" George yelled, caught off guard by the onslaught, but before he could truly comprehend what had happened, Karl had pulled away and leaned back up to grab Sapnap's hoodie and yank him down in between the two of them. George giggled as the bed shook from everyone's movements, and giggled more when Sapnap wrapped an arm around his waist instead. "You guys are so dumb, you're such idiots, oh my god."

"Takes one to know one, bitch," Sapnap snarled back, squeezing George to his chest and making him let out another squeaky giggle. George looked up to see Karl leaning over the two of them, and his attention was drawn back to Dream, who was still kneeling by the side of the bed.

"C'mon, handsome, you're coming up here too," Karl explained, motioning for the taller man to join them, and Dream smiled wider than before as he jumped up to climb on the bed as well. He pushed on Sapnap's arm that was around George, forcing all three of them to move back slightly, and collapsed on the bed next to George, jostling the mattress once more. "There we go, this is perfect now!"

"Yeah, soooo perfect," George grumbled, rolling his eyes even as a smile stayed glued to his face. He was met with another squeeze to his side, this one from Sapnap, and he jolted before mumbling out an apology.

The four of them stayed like that, cuddled together, talking about what Karl and Sapnap had been working on all day, before eventually deciding to get up and attempt to finish that project together. Four sets of hands were better than two, after all.

[seaquestions]

i'm totally enamored with your FHL oc's! would you be willing to elaborate on the relationship chart dynamics btw emil and lucas (esp. emil's "totally oblivious to the fact that he contributed to lucas' destroyed self-esteem")? the implications are so devastating

eeheheee can i just say first of all this super made my day thank youuu im so happy u like my FHL ocs its my darling little pet project 💙💙💙 and yes yes im very willing to elaborate. bear in mind though that this isnt entirely concrete yet, i take kind of a vibes-first approach lol. tbh i like having the tension between emil and lucas stay within the realm of Devastating Implications in-canon but. you caught me. i cant resist talking abt my ocs :3

had to put a readmore cut here cos this got kinda long omg. also tw for mention of bullying & ed.

but yeah so emil and lucas… they had been playing hockey together since they were 10 basically. they’re childhood friends, besties by default, bonded over a shared love of hockey & also for being considered ‘weird’ kids yknow. but they’ve also hurt each other a lot in little ways that never went addressed cos emil is too non-confrontational to make a fuss and lucas is too proud to admit when something’s genuinely fucking with him. but for the most part, they were besties. it’s only when they both started taking hockey more seriously as a possible career option that like, the relationship started to turn sour. lucas used to be a forward actually. he was also subject to a lot of pretty awful comments about his body from his peers (and from adults in his life too lbr). and also, homophobic comments, stuff stemming from his closeness to emil. something that hurt was the fact that emil never stood up for him but, well, even then lucas was willing to overlook that cos its not like he ever really fought back himself. just brushed that shit off, laughed it off, yknow, never let them know that what they say actually hurts you. he didnt wanna like. punch anyone over the stuff they said. especially since he started to Really internalise it. mostly the fat-shaming. its not just shitty teenagers right? its everything. it’s hockey. and the homophobic stuff well… i mean did he have a crush on emil? kinda yeah. just part and parcel of the whole codependent besties thing.

and on emil’s end, he was mostly trying his best to be accepted by his peers (aka, masking 24/7 and going along with the awful shit they said to lucas. cos well, that shit’s normal right? lucas said he can take it anyway, he said it doesnt fuckin bother him so) and stand out with his skill in hockey. he was, notably, better than lucas, who at this point was still a forward. lucas didnt particularly. choose to be a goalie. at least not at first, he loves it now dw. but he loves it now in part because it isolated him a little bit. or at least just kept him in sort of, a separate category, in peoples minds. it kept him away from being compared to emil (even though really they shouldnt have. their skill sets and strengths were quite different. but yknow. they had put themselves together like that). and emil liked that too. he liked not having to compete with lucas over this, which is something lucas took more as emil not wanting to share the ice with him anymore. and it was also another example of lucas bending to external pressure with emil saying nothing against it, encouraging it even. it started to feel like emil didnt give a shit about him anymore—so lucas starts lashing out against him a little. calling him annoying and weird and loud and stupid and shit. the stuff that other ppl call emil that lucas never did. emil took That as lucas finally getting with the program. it hurt but. everybody said it. and he’s been saying the stuff everybody’s been saying about lucas too, and lucas said that shit doesnt bother him so it shouldnt bother emil either cos he has to be strong too and. this HAS to be okay. THIS HAS TO BE NORMAL.

but. yknow. it’s fine. theyre still best friends by default.

their friendship starts to really deteriorate when lucas starts forming unhealthy eating habits. or unhealthy lack of eating habits. frm my experience as a fat guy whos struggled w disordered eating ppl dont tend to notice it unless they see you actively suffer. in fact they might see it as a good thing esp if youre visibly losing weight. i imagine lucas woulda have it worse than i did bcos he also has the pressure of wanting to be a professional athlete and also way shitter peers than me. emil is already not the most perceptive guy and lucas is incredibly reticent so. yeah. kind of a wonder theyre still friends honestly but, yknow, theyve known each other this long. theyve loved each other this long. why wouldnt they still be friends, even after every little thing. this is the one that breaks it. this is the one time where emil not having his back Really fucks with lucas.

lucas’ new goalie coach is the one who lays it all out to him. he’s realising that oh, fuck, fucking fuck, he’s been such a shitty friend and so has emil. thats when he starts his recovery and part of that is also figuring out how to deal with his and emil’s failing friendship. lucas cant bring himself to blame emil at all. like its HIS lack of communication that led to this. he knows emil’s an oblivious guy, he’s always known that about him. so… fix it, right? just, communicate this time and things will be better. but lucas also just doesnt want to see him anymore. like. he just wants his life to change. he’s going to college, in a different city, he’s playing on a college hockey team while emil’s off in major junior league and like, he’s far enough away that he can just ignore emil’s calls most of the time and say he’s busy and get away with it and just let emil think the friendship is fading away organically and not bcos lucas straight up never wants to see him again because it would remind him of a time in his life he never wants to revisit. and meanwhile emil… emil just misses him. emil just misses lucas with all his heart and wonders why why why lucas doesn’t seem to like him as much anymore. i guess that’s just distance but like, EMIL doesn’t feel any less so??? is lucas making friends in college who are cooler, less annoying, better at hockey, better than emil? whatever man… by the time they get drafted by opposing teams, the bff-ship is pretty much dead but. well. emil will still text lucas congrats and happy birthday and sorry ur being sent down and hell yeah ur being sent up and. and lucas just says thanks. so yeah. that’s lucas and emil, at least at the start of the FHL storyline.

and yes….. they ARE using blake and conor respectively to replace their bestie…. :3 but its good for them actually. maybe by learning to be a good friend to this other guy they can eventually learn to be better friends with each other. emil in particular is out here walking on eggshells with conor who freaks out over every little thing and is like. umm. hey did lucas ever feel like how conor is feeling at the shit im saying to him cos. um.

anyway. who’s to say if the reconcile. certainly not me nuh-uh im just the vessel thru which these idiots speak their truth.

ANYWAY THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! fun mini project to chip into every time i can catch a little break at work 👍👍👍

[puddingvalkyrie]

Send help, they're being too cute.

Edit: some preceding events here and here

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“Victor! You’re back!” his Uncle greeted him. “And your hair is... blue. Did you... Did you know your hair is blue?”

“L-Lucinda painted it for me!” he replied, beaming. “I-It’s not permanent, but sh-she said it can be next time. I-I just need to pick what colour I want.”

“You look pleased with yourself. That’s new,” Aurelia observed, ruffling his hair. “Nice hair, kiddo. Were you with Lucinda all afternoon? We wondered where you’d gone.”

“Y-yes, I w-went to her house, a-and we watched an anime. D-did you know about anime? I-it’s art that moves! Th-there’s voices and everything!”

Aurelia put her hands together in front of her face for a minute, smiling lopsidedley. Then she giggled and ruffled his hair even harder. “Kiddo, I’m Japanese.”

“Y-yes?”

“Anime comes from Japan? It’s just the Japanese word for animation.”

“Oh. Th-that’s why M- Cinders w-was so excited to go there.” He rubbed an arm. “Th-that makes sense. The m-manga is all in Japanese, too. I j-just thought the y-yokai brought only Japanese ones b-because they’re Japanese.”

“Nope.”

“I-I thought I knew quite a bit about Earth, f-from reading books, but i-it’s completely different being there.”

“That’s right. A good lesson to learn. So what else did you do?”

“W-we went for a w-walk in the park,” he said. “A-and I finished my college application. W-we’re going to go hand it in tomorrow.”

“Three Earth trips in such a short time?” Aurelia said. “You’ll be an expert soon enough. So where you going tomorrow?”

“S-Stratford-Upon-Avon.”

“Oh, it’s wonderful there!” his uncle chimed in. “THAT’S where the college is?”

“I-It’s partly there and partly o-on Anima. You’ve been?”

“Yes, that’s where Will is from. I’ve visited a few times. You must be careful, though. Don’t use too much magic.”

“I-I know...”

“Ah. Yes, so you do.”

“That reminds me.” Aurelia turned to Tyrian. “Did you tell him?” She turned back to Victor. “I can’t be your donor this month.” She thumbed in Tyrian’s direction. “Husband beat you to it.” Tyrian looked scandalised.

“I-I know,” Victor replied. “I-It’s not a problem.”

“Well, look at you!” Aurelia took his face in both hands and leaned her forehead to his, smiling so wide, the top of her head might’ve fallen off. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Th-thank you...” He felt warm all over, and he knew he was blushing. But it wasn’t embarrassment. For once.

She kissed his forehead a few times. “Blegh, face paint!” She recoiled, laughing. “I guess I spoiled that a bit. But you get the idea.”

“I-I do,” he said, smiling almost as wide as she was. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

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Context for new readers: Victor is vampire from a planet that is not Earth. To most Otherworlders, 'Earth' is just one big, weird, distant country, almost. (If they thought about it they'd realise of course there's multiple peoples and countries there, but tbh they barely think about Earth at all)

Yokai (like Aurelia) are originally from Earth though, so they tend to have a lot more knowledge about it.

Note: I'm just posting lil bits of things as I go, which I normally wouldn't do. I will need to reread ALL SIX OTHER VDBIF BOOKS to double check I didn't mess up any continuity before this is finished. Which is gonna take a while.

So if you see any continuity errors, shhhh no you didn't

[octarineblues]

Is your pfp a protoplanetary disk??? I might be doing research on image synthesis techniques for ALMA's protoplanetary disk data next semester!!

yes! 😊 thank you for asking!! i love talking about this. during my undergrad i got really interested in star and planet formation and protoplanetary discs, and i did a project in high school about searching for planets inside protoplanetary/circumstellar discs and then expanded on it at uni (tbh i was just being lazy, but it paid off), and i am still very proud of that project and that photo is one of my favourite astronomy photos ever and yes, it was taken by ALMA!

It shows the HD 163296 star, which was the first detection of still forming exoplanets inside any protoplantery disc! It was a kinematic detection - they tracked gas and dust in the disc and essentially modelled various planet masses in the gaps. So now there's two kinematically confirmed jupiter mass sized planets around the star, at 100 and 165 AU, which is very far away - not unheard of, but still wild. It was when i was researching for this project i realised exactly how cool ALMA is.

i've done my masters on ~vaguely~ protostars/protoplanetary discs (it was more on spectroscopy than discs but still) and i really liked it! but then an opportunity came up for me to work on GRB afterglows for my PhD in a really cool team with really cool observational data and with an amazing supervisor and i did a 180° on my area of interest 😁 it's not even been a year, but i'm feeling very sentimental about protoplanetary discs haha. I still get to work with ALMA data though!

having said all of that: omg, that's exciting! Your project sounds so cool! I hope it works out for you 😊 i've never dealt with ALMA images (only spectra), but I know how much time and effort data reduction and analysis can take for data from other telescopes - and ALMA is quite complex 😁 so it's not only going to be cool science but also very useful science :D

[sunshine304]

For the More fic questions

5, 8, 19, & 30

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP

"That was when he heard his phone chime with the message alert, two times in quick succession." This is such an uninteresting sentence for this meme. XD 6th paragraph would've been better but alas! It's for the slut era!Wei Wuxian AU that I've finally managed to finish a short while ago and that's now in beta (which it needs because this thing was a bit all over the place for a long time).

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

I'm not a big sequel writer, actually. The one I can see me writing a sequel for is the mentioned AU from the first question, tbh. It would be a great opportunity for an alternate PoV! From the ones already posted... hm, perhaps a short one for A Changed Perspective May Gain You Knowledge, to see what happens after.

19. the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

Hm, the most research I did was for the Ninja Warrior AU, and it was some of it was quite interesting, I guess, especially because I wanted to incoroprate stuff from the Chinese version that only had one season. I also had to go through so many posts about the different obstacles... XD

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

I'm definitely proud of the Ninja Warrior AU, which is so far the longest fic I've written and actually has a semblance of a plot! XD

To mention something not yet mentioned here, I also really think I nailed the soft atmosphere I was going for in Jade Reflecting the Morning's Glow.

Thank you for playing!

The two writing memes are here and here, if someone wants to ask me somemore questions! :D

[raizenchonk]

Johnny "Soap" McTavish NSFW alphabet

this is literally my first time making content like this 😭 sorry if it's a bit corny I'm not a professional at long pieces of nsfw writing but I love Johnny and I think he's cute so yah

Warnings: Smut and more smut, not pointed towards a specific gender since I feel like my fellow enby soap lovers need more love 😤

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

this man is your professional butler after sex. need a glass of water? already on the table. need a massage? he is READY 🙏🏿 I just think he's such a sweetheart

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His: he loves his arms and is really proud of them, he works out a alot and loves seeing your cum all over his fingers after he's done with you

Yours: ngl, I see him as a thigh man. no matter the gender he is obbessed with your thighs and would love to bury his head in them all day

if you have big boobs (again no matter the gender) he likes those too, squish em, bury his head in them, cum on them, he loves it!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

he loves watching his cum drip down your thighs. idk something about it just makes him wanna turn you into a mess

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes imagining you and him having sex and drawing pictures of that and may even jerk off to it (Ghost almost found one of the drawings once)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

he had a few partners in his past so he knows what he's doing for the most part, but is always willing to try new things

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

loves any position where your faces are close together or any position that he can atleast see your face, he just loves admiring you yknow?

second in place would probably be doggy style. just the thought of him gripping your waist and hearing your moans from in front of him turns him on so much

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Johnny knows how to give you a good laugh during sex. maybe your bodies press together and make a weird noise, he'll make a joke about that. but for the most part no. he's quite serious and takes his bonding (👀) with you really seriously

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

considering his job, he probably doesn't shave all that much. not that he's dirty or anything, he's really clean and smells really nice but no he doesn't really shave. I feel like he would have a happy trail but he's always willing to clean up more if you're not comfortable with his current state

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

like I said before HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART ❤️❤️❤️ always pulling you into deep romantic kisses and always asking if you're okay AHHHH I could rant about him forever

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

again, considering his job, he doesn't really jerk off that much. because 1.he barely has enough time or privacy 2. it's difficult for him to get turned on in the first place. not saying he hasn't jerked off on the job before, probably in a safehouse while thinking of you <3 but mostly no he doesn't really jerk off that much

when he's at home he doesn't usually jerk off either cuz he has you. but when he DOES it's usually in the shower or in his home gym when he sees your busy or doesn't really wanna bother you

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

to be honest I don't see Johnny as the very kinky type but that doesn't mean I don't think he has his kinks 🤭

I probably think the most noticeable kink he has is probably his love for edge play (tbh idrk if edgeplay is a kink but I looked it up and it said it was so🤷🏿) whether he's receiving it or giving it, honestly doesn't matter

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

the couch. now this might sound a bit random (and it is a bit random) but imagine that it was the first place you and Johnny ever had sex and he LOVED it and could not get enough of it. if you think the couch is uncomfortable he'll always be willing to move locations

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

when you say his name. I can't even elaborate JUS TRUST ME

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would not hurt you, I feel like everyone in 141 also agree on not hurting their partners. sure a lil spanking, marking and maybe even grabbing your ass so much the point it leaves a temporary mark, yeah he loves doing that! but actually hurting you to the point where you draw blood? FUCK NO

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

tbh I see him as more of a giver than a taker, sure he loves watching your tongue work wonders on him as you put him in a trance but I feel like he would be more turned on if he got the opportunity to hear your...louder moans? idk he just seems like someone who just likes listening to people's voices, and since your voice turns him on he could listen to your moaning all day

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

honestly I see him going fast on default. of course if it's your first time with him he won't go fast but would probably pick up the pace slowly. and of course if you tell him you don't like it fast he'll slow down! cuz he's such a sweetheart<3

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

honestly I don't see him as someone who likes quickies that much. again I can't elaborate but idrk I think he feels like quickies don't leave his partner satisfied and Johnny being Johnny would do anything to satisfy his partner.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Johnny's a pretty confident man, I see him as someone who's willing to take risks but not TOO extreme yknow, especially anything including weapons that TERRIFIES him.

Johnny is also kinda against sex in public, not cuz he's ashamed or anything but it's just a hassle. sure he'd grab your boobs (or ass), maybe tease you a little, talk dirty to you, but you'd probably have to be the one to initiate any kind of sex when in public

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Johnny can last quite a while probably like 1-2 rounds, but each round lasts so long because all he wants is to be as close to you as possible for as long as possible (especially when you consider his job)

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

owned a fleshlight for a while but had to throw it out, other than that no he doesn't have any toys, but would always be willing to try toys out if it makes you happy

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Johnny is quite the tease. his teasing are usually stupid jokes that are so corny it's funny. sometimes he edges you and doesn't really let you cum first try but since your his weakness he usually isn't a tease

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like he would make kinda medium loud groans and grunts. I don't feel like he really focuses on being quiet either, honestly I don't think he's even aware of how loud he is lmao

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

he loves stretch marks, honestly just seems like a chubby person lover in general, he loves kissing your stretch marks before, during and after sex just loves you and adores you so much it's so cute :)))

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

errrr 6.6 inches kinda veiny (I'll do colour headcannons separately ;)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

you guys have sex a lot tbh. probably like 3-4 times a week. but other times is spent cuddling and him kissing you <3

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

he falls asleep quite quickly (unless you need aftercare) and just kinda cuddles with you in his arms he's just so UGHHHHHHH I LOVE HIM but he snores so fucking LOUDLY it's like you'd think he was doing it in purpose

anyways that's basically all I have to say, sorry if it was too short or too long? idk and sorry if it doesn't have a lot of detail 😔 all of these are just personal headcannons

[hinamie]

oh my god ok so i know im late I didn't talk about it because it happened during one of my Offline Eras but . but listen ok lisn the new former vandal album sent me THROUgh the FUCKINNG ROOF to be fair i knew it would like i joked about going upstairs to listen to it and cry when it dropped but i didn't think that every fucking song would hit me so hard in the kokoro it made me wail because I too have immense religious guilt ANYWAY im gonna rant incoherently and at length now hope u all missed me

ok first of all gotta shout out the fuckin album title i knew it was gonna be devastating when I saw it . fuckin. divine interference????? music for god's playthings indeed i eat that shit up i was like yoooooo hes also got a bone to pick with jesus go off bestie <333

so former vandal are artists visionaries kings so ofc tracklist is all mythology n religion-inspired (lazarus/goliath/ouroboros etc) and i think its so cool that theyre all in caps until u get to the end and the final song is denial and it's in lowercase and maybe its simple but i was like ART. ARTTTTTT. and it made me go back and look at the tracklist of their previous album and I realized that the whole thing was about vices and unhealthy coping with an overwhelming and forsaken existence but then the final song was Get Right (still my go-to comfort song to this day tbh tbh tbh) and it's like an acknowledgement that ok maybe none of this is the answer and something has to change anyway wrong album oops back 2 divine interference

i made a point of listening to the songs that hadnt been released as singles first so the first song i listened to was Lazarus and tbh probably my fav song on the album maybe tied with parables and maaaaybe even icarian. BUT LAZARUS SLAPS SOS SOSOOSO HARD god the theme of not knowing how to leave something behind even when it's bad for you,,, both criticizing but also mirroring the actual story of lazarus in the lyrics being like "wow kinda fucked up of god for resurrecting u without ur consent" but also acknowledging that he himself is guilty of holding onto the things that kill him.,,, GOD ITS SO FUCKING G GOOD I FDFGSADFGDG

salt also !!! BANGER not quite up there with the likes of lazarus but it gets bonus points because a. i lov the idea of starting to recognize that you're coming into yourself n an identity apart from your vices n traumas and b. for having two of the most RAW lines in the entire album imo which is reaaallly saying something: "now that everything's bright I guess I'm fine/but there's an art in the dark that took years to refine" and "the spark of divine intervention/that I'm still terrified I've left behind" (ALBUM TITLE DROP ALBUM TITLE DROP) god these two just dont miss and i love it but i am far too neurodivergent to contain myself they need to give me a break pls i am v i b r a t i n g

ok gonna move into the Chill(tm) tracks I think with goliath as well as shame/rotten I vibe more with the lyrics than the actual songs because i prefer my angsty alt pop to be Upbeat thank u very much but can i just say. the lyrics of these two songs ESPECIALLY SHAME/ROTTEN LIKE ok first of all i love the tonal shift halfway through that manages not to make them feel like completely different songs it's just jarring enough like there's been an acceptance of sorts,, like omg same i too am like 'god i feel like the scum of the earth might as well own it a bit',, "the fear of god/the need for blame" fuckin bullseye ow,, "I starve to feed the parts of me/far from who i oughta be/tell me are you proud of me yet?" FUCKIN BULLSEYE OWW

I know i just said i prefer my angst upbeat but crocodile tears (very upbeat very rock wuaw) is probably my least favourite track if i had to pick but it does have a lyrical BANGER of an opening verse ("holding the hand that's holding me under" g o d) i think i just don't dig the overall melody too much and find the ending a bit repetitive fr my tastes,, who knows though it took a while and many re-listens for ouroboros to grow on me maybe this'll b a similar story ,, but then again ouroboros had the advantage of echoing mine own mental health and self-destructive behaviours shdgj

ok so i was crying from the beginning right but the songs that made me ugly bawl were growing pains (very similar vibes to get right but in a "i know that i'm healing" way rather than a "i need to heal" way) and denial,, but starting w growing pains,, my god idk What they did with the mic/vocals after the bridge but it felt like the music was being injected directly into my ears secret direct path 2 my bloodstream god I hadnt felt chills like that in such a long time and idk just the whole Mood of the song having been hurting for so long and only now starting to recognize the damage you've done but also appreciate the progress youv made,,, i have so so many emotions but DENIAL (its funny saying it in caps bc its the only track in lowercase getit getit) oh my god ths going straight on the list of Songs That Make Me Think About My Relationship With My Dad but also Songs That Make Me Emo About All The People I've Grown Apart From and i think its so powerful to frame a personal transition away from faith as growing apart from an old friend and missing them despite any hard feelings holy shit though holy shit . the first listen by this point i had already been emotionally devastated by the Whole Album so i was like ok surely ill get a break by the last song lol nope sorry i ended up crying so hard i think i gave myself a headache

I think I must have yelled about the songs that they released as singles when they dropped individually but it's been so long that i forget what i said but honestly parables and icarian are still just as good as when i heard them for the first time (when parables dropped i spilled my tea on my fucking notes bc i was vibing too hard),, I love parables' msg of accepting the lessons ur (traumatic) past taught u and how it shaped u as a person even if u recognize that that person is someone hurt and in need of healing and maybe that has to happen alone! and i know for a fact i've gushed about icarian (still one of the most gojocore songs Ever imho dont fight me on this) but now looking at it in the context of the rest of the album i love that it's first cause it really frames the whole icarus thing of having flown too close to the sun or to god and getting burned and that pain essentially being the catalyst for the entire Journey tht the rest of the album outlines (obsessed w the fact that the next song is jaded like fr having these two songs one after the other is literally "fucked around/found out" gsfhjsh)

but all that being said not to b dramatic but this album destroyed me it rearranged something deep in my soul and i don't know who i was before it but i probably wont ever be the same :) i literally love these two so much im so appreciative of them its so rare to feel so Seen by a piece of media so to have an entire album hit so incredibly close to home for me and slap while doing so????? i feel so lucky . this entire album feels like taking the first step to address years of hurt and self destruction it feels like losing a friend it feels like finding yourself and i just . i love it so much