#He has two hands and two snakes he can have many partners

[largemandrill]

I made another one

[ruesol]

A drop of blood (in milk) - chapter 1

(GOJO x READER)

PLOT:

You’ve always prevented your blind childhood best friend from fighting your battles for you.

That is until you find out he’s a dragon who refused to participate in a war until he had you safe and sound in his lair.

or: the dragon shifter x witch au

chapter based tags & cw: fem/afab reader, hinted demisexual reader, ableism (not from reader’s end),

fanfic masterlist

–

Mediocrity tends to glimmer in the eyes of an egoist.

It’s just a shame that it took you almost a year to see that in your ex-fiancé.

“Ring, please,” Mahito extends his scarless palm to you. “It’s a family heirloom so I’m afraid you cannot keep it.”

It’s not like you were sweet on the ornament anyway, with its ugly unrefined emerald fixed in the centre and thick oxidized silver band that nearly went up to your joint. It felt more of a bulky knuckle guard than a symbol of engagement. One would’ve thought that someone who’s family breeds horses for the cavalry would be able to propose with a ring that exhibits abiding beauty. 

Petulance bubbles, but you grind your molars before twisting out the ring from your finger. Mahito grabs it before you can place it in his pristine palm.

“I don’t—It’s been a year since we got engaged, and you’re telling me that your family just now decided that we shouldn’t get married?” Self control be damned, the man was about to walk out your store without listening to your entire question and you had to hold on to his tricep and dig your heels into the mildewed boards of the floor to stop him.

Mahito scoffs and yanks his arm out of your hold before resting it on his hip. “You wanna know why? A year ago, you were training to join the royal court’s team of mages, and now you’re some kind of witchy apothecary! People talk! It’s not normal for someone like…you to live among the common folk. You’re—,” he drags a hand down his face before glaring down at your furrowed brows. He had already worn the revolting ring on his pinkie.

“I’m what? Complete your sentence,” you demanded. “What about me helping people is so bad?”

“Everyone is afraid of you, okay? With all your magic and potion-making. We’re all afraid you’ll do something to us if someone crosses you,” he snapped.

It bubbles in you. Curdling under your skin, turning you red with rage. But you couldn’t reinforce his fears. You couldn’t prove him right. It felt as if all the time you spent getting to know him in the past two years was futile. All you wanted was a partner who knew you wholeheartedly as a woman—not a mage’s apprentice.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from shedding a tear and turn around to get to grinding your herbs in your stone mortar. “Well, if you have nothing more to say then you can leave. I’m very busy,”

“I bet you are,” Mahito scoffs before leaving.

You woefully look at the copper spiral staircase in the corner of the shop that leads up to your study, where books and scrolls of almost all the curses you’ve studied while being a mage’s apprentice are stored.

A hidden side of you has the urge to turn the man into a frog and throw him into a nest of snakes.

Witchy apothecary. 

People were alive and well because of you and it was all that mattered. Your magic, herbs, and runes accelerated the healing process of many wounds.

“I’m a good person,” you affirmed with a whisper. “I will not let my power or anyone tell me otherwise.”

You look around your shop, and a year of hard work and dedication presents itself to you. Your trusted cauldron boils a potion that a woman who broke her arm needs, and your shelves contain recipes for salves that can accelerate healing for different kinds of burns.

No horse breeder’s son was going to decide that you that you were strange. He didn’t get to choose who you were.

You brush your hands one last time as if you were ridding yourself of the past–a man you were too good to marry–and pull out your list of ingredients for the potion boiling. You grab your basket and head to the town market.

Though your town isn’t very big, it’s quite happening with its community. The town market is busy as different sounds, smells, and sights acquaint themselves with you. You follow the familiar path from the stall of flowers to the herbs and weeds shop. Nina, an old woman who doesn’t give discounts to anyone but handsome court mages, sits outside her shop with a fan in her hand and her herbs displayed under a canopy table. The pine wood of the table is old and worn, like the woman herself, but her attitude is still spunky–it all changed when you told her you had left your royal mage training to be an apothecary.

“Ah, there you are. Here to strip me of all my herb stock again?” Nina rasps as she fans herself harder. The sheen of her forehead sweat glimmers under the afternoon sun, but it does nothing to hide her frown when she notices your empty ring finger. “Oh no! Oh my, Dragons, You’re not getting married? What will you do now?”

You sigh as you ignore Nina, instead choosing to assess the branches of dry mugworts in her woven basket. Nina wails harder, drawing attention to the two of you. You can only grind your teeth stop yourself from respectfully drawing a boundary with the hag because she had the best supply of weeds and herbs. “I’ll have a bushel,” you say as you throw a small canvas pouch of coins in her lap. “It was fifty pence for one, right?”

Nina throws the fan down on the ground and stands up. “I had only lowered the price because I knew you were getting married and probably wanted to save up for the wedding. But now that it’s not happening anymore, I will charge you full price–eighty pence!”

“You’re being so unreasonable, gosh,” you said as you immediately pulled away from the herbs and fished through your bag to look for the residual payment. Maybe you could stop producing hair growth potions for a while. With your apartment's rent payment day coming up, you had to cut corners somewhere.

But alas, when your hand fished around in your satchel, you felt nothing but the leather jacket of your recipe book and the stem of a rose you had picked up on your way to Nina’s shop. You smiled sheepishly before longingly staring at the bushel of mugworts. “I don’t have enough to buy a bushel. Can’t I pay full price next time?” You tried to muster up your most affable smile, ignoring the tension growing in your pulled-back shoulders.

And without missing a beat, Nina scoffs. “Absolutely not.”

“Nina, come on, it’s me. You use my medicine for your knees. I even give you discounts.”

“Forcing your magic on people and trying to show them how much better you are will not do you any good.” She disregards the kindness you always force yourself to show her. It’s a frustrating relationship. If you weren’t so busy cooking up medicine and assessing wounds, you’d be out in the forest yourself.

“That makes no sense. I’m not trying–”

A large hand slams down a velvet pouch of coins on the canopied table, making all the woven baskets wobble because of the force. “Thirty pence, directly from the royal castle. That should cover it, Nina,” a familiarly cheery voice says.

You hold back your groan before turning to your best friend. “Satoru, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Right, because you both are just so friendly with each other that she was about to agree to your suggestion,” he quips as he feels around for the basket of mugwort. You sigh as you pick it up. “I’ve got it. Let’s go.”

“It’s heavy. I’ll carry it,” Gojo walks closer to you, reaching out to place his large hands on yours. They’re warm to the touch, sticky sweat filming between both your skins. His hair looks out of place and damp with sweat like he had just run through the town's cobblestoned streets. His messiness irks you, so you place your basket on the ground and move his hair out of his face. So what if he was wearing a blindfold? It was still a sensory nightmare to have one’s hair near their eyes (even if they didn’t work.)

“Where’s your cane?” you ask as you run your fingers to part his hair. You’re glad he can’t see you blush because you have to inch close to his face just to help him at his towering height.

“The kids in the town square stole it from me,” he answered with a sigh. Despite the boiling summer heat, you were covered in gooseflesh at the feeling of his breath hitting your face.

“Again? This is the fifth time it’s happened this month. I can only guide you around town for so long,” you groaned as you pulled away from him. As if already knowing you would bend down to pick up the basket of herbs, Gojo grabs your hand to stop you.

“I’ll carry it.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not your job, Satoru.”

“But I’m much stronger than you.”

“Still, it’s not your job to be my butler.”

“Look at you two fighting like a couple. Such a perfect fit,” Nina interrupts. “Both the dregs of society–an egoistical witch and a cursed blind man. At least Gojo’s job at the castle will convince you to go back.”

If it weren’t for the stock you had just bought–well, you and Gojo–you would’ve lunged at the old woman, uncaring that her back would snap at the slightest force (though it would give you great satisfaction to see her get what she deserves.)

Gojo’s shoulders wobble with quiet laughter until you hit his chest. It feels firmer than before as if he had been exercising, but you don’t bring it up. The only egoistical person here was him, and you did not want to be the victim of his goading. He had already given you several nicknames for your attitude.

“What say? Shall we get married, my love?” he teases with his infamously annoying smirk. His teeth were pearlescent and straight. Fate knew it would be unfair to the world's men if this man could see it took them away from him through a curse. However, his shortcomings never stopped him from doing what he wanted, mostly involving making you want to pull your hair out–it’s been that way since you were both children.

You grab his arms and slowly pull his palms towards you. You notice his breath hitch, and his smile falters a little. Maybe even a little shiver in his spine, but you let go before he can say anything.

With a huff, you drop the basket of mugworts in his hands. “Oof,” he groans as he stabilizes his balance.

“Don’t be ridiculous, my love,” you jeer as you grab his tricep. “Where do you need to go?”

Gojo gulps before answering you. “The bookstore, I need to buy supplies for the clerks.”

It was unlike you not to converse much with Gojo while running errands. Usually you’d be chatting his ear off about yet another condescending thing you’d been told while you were out and about in the town, simply minding your business. But that’s the thing about losing a vital sense organ: when you can’t visually perceive the world, your other senses get stronger. Gojo was well acquainted with even the slightest shifts in your tone. It scared you how much in tune he was with your body language despite not knowing what you looked like. 

Much to your dismay, he finally drops the farce of being unaware of your sour mood as he runs out of all the stupid things he’d heard at the castle during his shift. “What’s got you meaner than usual?” he asks, zeroing in on you. It puts you under an intense spotlight that burns your scalp.

You stop in your tracks, and so does Gojo. The heaviness of his arm weighs you down, and it grounds you to reality. You thought you were set for life–a moderately wealthy husband who chose to get to know you before romantically pursuing you and having a career you enjoyed. It's too bad your momentary happiness made you forget that romantic love is conditional. Even couples who’ve been together for decades have material needs from one another. It’s always been that way. For Mahito, it was your status as a royal mage; for you, it was the security of having someone to rely on.

Though you were always aware you could count on Gojo, your friendship was too precious to be sacrificed for a romantic relationship. You knew the love you shared with him was too deep to be categorized because of its unconditionality. It was the cynosure of all relationships in the universe of your mind. 

“Mahito and I broke up.”

You fill Gojo in about what happened earlier with Mahito, and how you were now officially a single woman. His responses had been short for most of the conversation, only occasional hums and nods. It helped to know that he couldn’t see your woeful expression.

“He never deserved you anyway. I knew it when I first saw him,” Gojo nonchalantly answered when you told him about being called a witchy apothecary. “And he’s not wrong–you are a witch and an apothecary. You’re doing good while he’s breeding animals so our knights can kill them in yet another battle.”

“Everybody’s job means something,” you answer as the bookstore comes into view. Gojo doesn’t reply to you. Arguing with him is futile because he would never relinquish his judgment towards your ex-fiance. 

The afternoon sun was as unforgiving as ever as glared right in your face, making you squint, barely letting you see the entrance to the store. “We’re here,” you answer through a grimace as you try to shield your eyes.

You internally thank your lucky stars when he moves to face you, and his body shields you from some of the harsh rays. “I’ll pay you back in a few days. I’m supposed to deliver a batch of numbing salve to the castle infirmary soon, so I’ll be paid extra well,” you say as you pull the basket away from Gojo, but he does not budge.

“What now, Satoru?” you ask with a sigh. Your cauldron couldn’t wait too long. It had taken you an hour to boil the potion because of its consistency, and you did not want to spend most of the day cooking and cleaning in the shop.

“Or maybe you could save those thirty pence and come to the Town Square Festival with me tonight,” his smile is bright as he leans down; he isn’t eye to eye with you, but it’s enough to leave you flustered at the proximity.

“You know I abhor that,” you groan. The Town Square Festival was a breeding ground for judgment and running into people who knew way too much about your personal life. Living in such a tight-knit community meant being the subject of recurring gossip. You try to pull the basket with more force, but your best friend does not budge. “When did you get so strong? Gosh.”

“I started working out. Wanted to look good for your wedding so you’d know what you were gonna miss out on,” he cheekily replied.

“You’re so annoying. I don’t know how I haven’t gone insane after knowing you for so long.”

“Hey, we’re going off-topic. You, me, Town Square Festival, and cotton candy. You’re buying, of course. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Ugh, fine! Will you be able to get to the castle without your cane?” Gojo chuckled at your immediate shift to concern as he relaxed his grip on the basket.

“One of the part-timers at the bookstore is supposed to help me carry the supplies. I’ll be fine.”

You reply with a hum and bid Gojo farewell as you walk back to your shop. 

At least the dress you’d bought for your honeymoon with Mahito would be useful. You knew it was good enough when you had shown it to him, and it had earned you a slobbery, wet kiss that had you cringing. 

You swore off all physical contact with him after he kept shoving his tongue down your throat.

–

Falling in love is a fool’s game for dragons. Especially when their mates are not immortal beings like them.

For a powerful and almost mythical beast, Gojo Satoru does not know much as he has only been on this Earth for as long as his mortal mate–a blink of time compared to the eons his father lived before ascending to the Divine Realm and becoming the Ruler of Dragons.

Tonight was finally the night where he would confess to you and tell you everything about his true form–a mystical beast, heir to the throne of ruler of dragons, and your lover decided by the looms of fate. 

When he had heard about Mahito breaking up with you, the beast within him vibrated at the thought of finally claiming you. Though Gojo could simply kill him and claim his place in your life, he wanted to earn that position with dignity. So what if faith wanted you to be with him one way or another? There was no honor in forcing himself as your lover.

And also because he wouldn’t have to burn the grey-haired bastard of a horse breeder to crisp. Gojo was still learning how to kill without leaving a trace. With his guardian hiding away after faking his death, it was getting harder to subtly practice the skills he needed to perfect to be a good dragon.

Gojo raises his hand to fix his tousled hair but decides against it because he knows you’ll feel irked to perfect it when you see its current state. He takes a deep breath before knocking on the door he’d seen way too many times.

“If you’re Gojo, then come in; if you’re not, don’t because my door has a rune that’ll burn you alive at forced entry!”

It eased Gojo’s mind to know you hadn’t completely forgotten what your old mage teacher at the castle had taught you. Things hadn’t been the same after you had found out about his death. It itched Gojo to tell you the whole truth about what had really happened, but he knew he couldn’t just yet–not when you knew nothing of his identity.

And it could wait a little longer because his mouth had gone dry at the sight in front of him –your back was turned to the door, and you were holding up the front of your dress with your hands while the laces in the back were all untied, leaving your skin completely exposed. His blindfold-hidden eyes trailed from the nape of your neck to the base of your spine, where the dress covered just above your underskirt.

The outfit was meant for a more romantic setting, a picnic by the lake, or a night of dancing at the local tavern. The skirt's floral pattern was minimal, and the primrose pink shade of the fabric wasn’t too exciting to look at, but your beauty refined the apparel.

Gojo chewed his lip to stop himself from stroking your bare skin and choked out a greeting as normally as possible.

“Hey…do you, um–can you help me with something?” you ask as you turn around. The imprint of the dragon shifter’s teeth on the inside of his mouth deepened. A little more pressure, and he’d puncture the layers of tissue and start bleeding. 

You glowed like a happy woman who had just let go of a great burden. Sure, your mind didn’t know it, but your body clearly did. Your natural scent was more potent, and your eyes had a little more life in them. Maybe it was the mating bond, but he knew his attraction to you was deeper than that. Something that could only be found in the core of the chest, pulsing with life.

“Yeah, of course. But hurry up. The kids at the festival tend to finish up all the cotton candy pretty quickly.”

Your gaze falls to the ground as you shift where you stand. He sees you walk to him cautiously and grab his arm. Your dress slips a little, giving him a peek at the tops of your breasts as you push the fabric tighter to your body. He finds it adorable how you worry about your modesty even in front of a supposed blind man. “I need your help lacing up my dress.”

With your eyes on him, he finds it almost impossible to hide his excitement at the request, so he cloaks it with his usual vexatious humor. “Ohoho, you’re wearing a dress; that’s a first.”

“Do you want your cotton candy or not?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Then shut up and help me,” you demand with a bite as you turn around and guide his hand to the base of your back. He thanks whatever greater power is out there because you cannot see how his eyebrows furrow at the sight of your back.

Gojo notices how you shiver when he slightly tightens the lace, and he decides to tease you. He intentionally misses the other lace, brushing his fingers at the base of your back, and the muscles of your shoulder blades involuntarily flex.

“Gojo, please, be careful. That was…ticklish,” you sigh. Your voice sounds strained, and his mind doesn’t waste time imagining wild fantasies of you saying the same thing in a much different setting.

One where there’s minimal clothing.

“Right, sorry.” Guilt eats him up because he knows that the grotesque and perverse dragon in him is not apologetic about touching his mate.

After sadly lacing up the dress and mentally saying goodbye to your bare skin, Gojo ties the corset–but not before having a final dig.

“Should I go harder?” he murmurs as he leans down to your ear and pulls on the lace. It also gives him a chance to take a whiff of you. The perfume you’ve put on does not do much to hide your scent from his dragon. He smells that his mate is flustered.

You choke on your spit and cough. “Huh?”

“The lace–should I pull harder before I tie the knot?”

“Oh, uh, yeah, just not too tight,” you croak out as you rub up and down your arms. Your natural heady scent dims, and he imagines kissing you on your forehead for being so jittery.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” And the scent returns.

When you turn around to thank him, your eyes squint. “Where’s your cane?”

Gojo panics, trying to think of a good reason why. He’d thrown it away in a bush upon reaching your apartment so he could have the excuse of having you hold his hand to guide him. He tried to come up with another lie.

“Uh, the kids, they stole it again,” he answered with a sheepish laugh. 

The suspicious look in your eyes goes away, but it returns just as quickly. “Then how’d you get here?”

“The kindness of strangers,” he shrugs. You don’t look convinced, but you don’t pry too deep. He can’t blame you for still being suspicious. It’s not likely for a town that isn’t too kind to an apothecary to be friendly to a blind man. Most of the townsfolk felt sorry for him but also avoided talking to him unless they had to because of his ‘curse.’

“I ought to teach those kids a lesson. Ugh, and look at your hair. It’s such a mess,” you complain as you rush to grab a comb from your dresses.

Gojo was in heaven, and things would only improve once he told you everything.

–

The festival is loud and bustling. Lanterns and decorations hung from poles, and children ran around with goodie bags and small drums. The cacophony of conversations, bagpipe music, and laughter was overstimulating to the point where your head buzzed with exhaustion. Still, you’d much rather hang out with Gojo than take a cut out of your ingredient budget and pay him back.

The man was sporting a childish grin after holding three cones of different colored candy floss. It didn’t surprise you that the people at the castle thought he was eccentric because of his enthusiastic nature towards life. Working as an assistant to the clerks at the castle wasn’t a job every man dreamed about, but it got him decent money to buy whatever he wanted and was more than enough.

It was also evident in how he’d shred his money to bits when buying sweets. He’s been that way since you both were kids.

Gojo notices how you’ve turned quiet and covers your hand on his bicep with his own. “Let’s get away from all this. I’m getting tired.”

“You, Gojo Satoru, are getting tired of the Town Square Festival?”

“Is that so surprising?” he asks with raised brows, which you can only tell when little white strands peek out from under the blindfold.

“Yeah, very much so,” you reply with an eye roll. You hope your tone conveys it even if he can’t see it.

“Okay, we can just stay here then–”

“No! Let’s leave.” You drag him away from the crowd and guide him into an empty street.

The moonlight leaves a bluish-gray hue on the dark cobblestones of the street you’re both strolling on. There’s not much light save for a couple lit-up windows, and even then, there’s barely any sound emitting from those homes. The faint smell of bread lingers in the air as you and Gojo walk past a closed bakery, and he makes a passing comment about wanting to buy cream puffs the next day.

You expect Gojo to go on about how much he loves baked goods until he stops in his tracks and feels around for your shoulders. You feel a little confused, but you slough off the feeling out of curiosity over what Gojo was doing.

He squeezes your shoulders and pulls you closer, almost chest-to-chest. “I have something important to tell you.” His voice drops an octave, and your mind reels over a thousand possibilities.

Was it the court mages? Were they forcing him to convince you to go back? You knew he wouldn’t do that to you. Not after your teacher had passed. Not after you’d seen his shriveled corpse.

Anything but that.

“This has been weighing on my mind for some time now.” His head is facing yours, and even without eye contact, the moment feels just as intimate because he regards how important it is for you to see him like this.The summer humidity is thick, and you feel a bead of sweat roll down into your cleavage.

“I think I–” his brows furrow before he can go on. His grip tightens on your shoulder, and he begins dragging you back to where you two came from. “I think I want to go back to the festival now,” he says with an odd rush.

Confusion muddles your head. As much as you love your friend, you cannot be bothered to reenter the loud atmosphere of the festival, and you space your feet out to stop him from pushing you.

“Um, no, I need a break,” you say as you turn around. “I love you, but I love silence more,” you joke as you pull him back to the path you two were on. And even though Gojo lets you take the lead, he still seems stiff.

“Are you okay?” you ask as you rub up his arm.

“Yeah, it’s just…the energy of this place–it’s weird.”

“Energy? Do you want me to look around?”

“No, that’s fine, we should go,” he says as he tries to stop you, but you ignore him. He’s woken up your inner mage. You walk further down the street when you hear rustling behind a building and a woman giggling.

You walk closer, Gojo’s bicep still in your hand, and you place a finger on his lips to indicate that he needs to be quiet. His body stills, only moving cautiously as you guide him closer to the building.

“It’s beautiful, my love,” the woman behind the building giggles. It’s faint, but you know it’s meant for two people meeting secretly.

“Sounds like a couple. Maybe we should leave them be,” Gojo whispers. You flick his forehead and tap your hand twice on his chest to indicate that you want him to wait. You pull out a tube of kohl from your underskirt’s pouch and quickly draw a rune on his and your temples, respectively.

“We can never be too sure. In a quiet street like this, they could easily be thieves,” you tell him through your mind.

“Yeah, but–”

“Don’t make me wipe that rune off your head. I’m trying to concentrate.”

Gojo’s thoughts quiet down as you try to listen closely, but to no avail; all you hear are slight murmurs. You draw another small rune beneath your right ear, and the voices become clear.”

“You’re welcome, Mei Mei. I’m glad I got rid of that witch my parents wanted me to marry. I was starting to wonder how I would get her off my back. Can you believe that she didn’t wanna have sex till we got married? Conceited whore.”

Mahito. It was Mahito and his girlfriend. 

Of course, fate was all about balance. Where it had given you infinite potential and the great power to wield magic, it had also taken away the prospect of true love from you. You were given a stone heart and a mind of gold.

“What’s going on?” Gojo interrupts your mind.

“Mahito. He has been unfaithful the entire time,” you reply.

Rage only fills you to the brim when you overhear more of their conversation about how they had been fooling around all while he had been going on dates with you. How he had plans to marry you for the prestige but keep her as a consort (hah as if he was a noble lord of some sort.)

You silence Gojo’s words of comfort as you rub away the rune you’d drawn on your temple, and you tap Gojo’s chest twice before stomping toward the brazen couple.

You are only pulled out of the bright, white haze of rage when you feel a pulsing ache on your hand and see Mahito’s nose all bloodied as he cries out curses to your name.

His girlfriend stands beside him with a palm to her mouth and the ugly emerald ring on her finger.

–

tag list: @eva-616 @luv3nti @leafynightmares @n1vi @uhkaey @heyl820 @kittsoraxx @asuritam @ratedrrrr @mentallyunpresent @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @starlight5cat @birbwithhat @ressyshi@strawberrymilkshakes-posts

[k2ntoss]

i feel like I've been MIA for too long lmao but hooo boyyy i have so many thoughts now because of that prompt list omg 🫠 i NEED -Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.- and “Spread your legs baby, that’s it…Wider.” with Jason immediately please Mara, the brain rot demands it 😭

-🦊

JUST LOOK AT THIS, MY FAVORITE ANON !!! (as if it wasn't clear before) have i told you already how i love the way your mind brings the brain rot to work??? well, i do. let's get at it, babe

fucking someone so good they struggle to kiss you back + "spread your legs baby, that's it... wider"

movie nights are for two things, actually watching your movie selection while cuddling with your partner or to completely ignore whatever was playing on the screen while your partner fucked the life out of you. you go guess what was jason's plan for tonight's movie plan.

you're actually trying to focus on the movie, your eyes fixed on the screen as you lay on jason's chest and he holds you softly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he leans in to leave a soft peck on your skin. it's innocent and sweet at first but then one of his hands slides under your shirt, caressing your skin and drawing abstract lines on your stomach that made your attention drift away when he pressed a kiss on your jaw.

"jay... are you even watching the mo–" you were speaking, trying to scold him but your words caught on your throat when his hand moved further up and cupped one of your breasts at the same time he licked your neck.

"i'm not watching the movie, baby" he whispers against your skin, his lips gracing your neck right before he kisses that spot behind your ear "i want to get touchy with my pretty girl."

"oh, so you want to get touchy?" you ask, there's now a hint of amusement and mischief on your voice as you turn your face to look at him and jason can't help but chuckle and nod, like a kid that's been caught red handed doing something he wasn't supposed to "and who said i wanted to let you, jaybird?" you ask but deep down you knew you would let jason get his way with you anytime he wanted to.

"you... you're not doing a thing to stop me from touching you like this" he says, his voice is low and his hands are now both on your chest, he squeezes your tits firmly before lifting your bra "it is because you know you're all mine to enjoy or because you want me to actually feel you up completely?"

the way he speaks and touches you manage to drag a soft moan out of your lips and it makes him feel powerful because he knows how to make you melt. that's what he wants, jason wants to be the one to always make you feel good, he wants the reason you smile and moan, the only one to know every corner of your body so he could give back all the good things you gave him.

jason really enjoys the way it's so easy for him to shut your mind off with the smallest touch when mixed with the right words, he loves whispering into your ear and kissing your neck just to see how needy you can get from it but it was just the effect jason's touch had on you and he couldn't deny you could do the same to him. so now when he gets your shirt lifted and squeezes your breast while kissing your neck he has to hold back a moan when you move and push him to be able and sit on his lap.

"sometimes you should try to pay attention to a movie, you know?" you ask teasingly, leaning in to kiss him again and jason misses no time to let his hands snake under your shirt again just to feel those goosebumps on your skin. it's unthinkable to try and stop to resume your initial plans because your boyfriend is now sucking a subtle trail of small marks on your neck while he starts pulling your shirt off and when he is done your bra stands no chance against him.

"the movie can wait, we can watch it after i make you scream and beg for more..." jason whispers into your ear and he smirks when you tug at the neck of his hoodie, he knows he won and he takes it off and that's when the last strand of control you had vanishes at the sight of his toned body, the faint scars scattered over his skin around that one on his chest that ran all the way down to his stomach it only made him way more appealing.

he really loves the effect he has on you, it makes him feel like he really deserves the way you look at him and how you touch him as if he was your most valuable treasure and he was, his touch equals yours; needy but still lingering enough to make sure you know how he values the fact that you are with him, his grip firm but loving as he holds your hips to make you grind against him once he takes off those comfy sweatpants you wore to bed and that he loved because of how the hugged your figure.

clothes do not last on your bodies and it isn't so much until your body is completely pressed against his while he makes you put your hips up, jason lets his hand wander between your thighs until he has two fingers sneaking over your folds, flicking your clit as he smiles smugly at you.

"do you still want to watch the movie, ma?" he asks, voice now deeper while his finger traces a trail between your folds, teasing your aching pussy before he slips his digits into your entrance. jason looks at you, the hunger in his eyes only adds to your arousal as you grind your hips against his palm, the calloused skin brushing against your swollen clit.

you grunt something that sounds like a shut up and a please mixed up in a hushed moan, as your boyfriend keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you while he kisses and bites your neck, the smirk on his lips doesn't leaves when you struggle to beg him from how much he teases because his free arm is around your back and his hand is now groping your breast.

"already so desperate? i just started, sweetie" he coos you mockingly as he slowly lays you down under him, lips trailing down your neck until he is now kissing and biting on your nipple "just look at the pretty mess you are, all wet around my fingers and you could just cum like this... should i let you get off like this?"

"god, jason– don't do that, i need you" you moan breathlessly and for some reason his words only get you more needy, making jason feel a huge ego boost as he gives you that pretty shit eating grin before he switches to your other breast, sucking and teasing you more as his fingers leave your pussy, entrance now clenching around nothing.

there's a feeling of relief once you can see jason moving to be between your legs as he trails his kisses to your tummy, lovingly and devoted and his hands squeeze your legs softly to try and help your body to calm a little to no overstimulate you just yet.

"spread your legs baby," he says softly, his lips brushing against your skin and the sweetness on his touch and words makes you comply without thinking twice, your legs spreading almost on its own for him "that's it... wider" he says now smugly, seeing the way you open up just at his presence makes him feel so powerful.

he holds onto the back of your knees, pushing your legs until he makes them rest over his shoulder. his hand guides his hard dick until his tip is lined up with your pussy and he pushes in, slowly as a low growl escapes his throat, holding onto your hips to give a first stroke.

"so fucking thight and i had already stretched your pretty cunt before" he says, his body still until you nod for him to start moving and he doesn't hesitates to start with a quick pace "that's such a pretty toy i got myself, didn't i? i just have to touch you and you'll let me have my way with you..."

he makes it sound so good you can't help but moan, one of your hands reaching for his neck to pull him from his nape; fingers tangling on his hair as you bring his face close to yours and jason only makes his thrusts faster, hiting all the right spots as he holds you bent like this.

"jay– jay please" you whine as you try to really bring his lips to yours, it amuses him and you hear it on his rumbling chuckle, his hands gripping your hips in a way you knew your skin would be painted in finger-print-bruises by tomorrow but you just loved that, silky skin painted with his hickeys and bite marks, a sing of that ownership he had over you.

"use your words, princess," he whispers into your ear, the sound of the dominance on his voice making you moan loudly when his hands also squeeze your ass playfully "you're a big girl, you can use that pretty mouth of yours can't you?"

"please, kiss me jay" you beg, voice shaky as he pounds into you and the way jason is closer now on top of your body, his shoulders still holding your legs up just making the angle perfect for his tip to kiss your cervix.

jason does as you ask, leaning in a pressing a bruissing kiss on your lips and he seems pretty resolved to devour your mouth like that but instead he's met with you really struggling to kiss him back and he is lost in this discovering. it encourages him to move your body as if you were a pretty doll for him to use, placing your legs against your chest but this time only over one of his shoulders.

"feels like too much, pretty doll?" he asks, whispering into your ear almost in a growl and he changes his pace, slowing down to give you deep and slow strokes but still slamming his hips against yours.

"too good, jay... feels just so good" your voice slurred as you cry for him to move a bit faster but jason has just found out how to play with you a little more.

"yeah? you sound way too pretty for me to change the pace, crying like a desperate slut" the use of names sends a shiver down your spine, jason knows what buttons to push in order to get your pleasure to skyrocket and he is really proud of it as he keeps pumping into you, hissing in pleasure when he feels your walls clenching around him "god this feels so fucking good, i could cum into you so deep baby, you'll feel me right here"

one of his hands wanders from your hips to your belly and the thought of him reaching so deep inside of your body is enough to make your body tense, there's something new to all of this because you've felt way more sensitive than before and jason is feeling way too eager to find out how much he can do with that.

"jason please, fill me up like this" you say in between shaky moans, legs trembling already and the way you look at him through those teary cute doe eyes makes him throb into you.

"want me to breed you, baby? i want to see you dripping full of me" he says, his pace fastening again but it grows sloppier as his hand moves from your belly to one of your tits, squeezing it and toying with your nipple "you look so pretty like this, angel, so ready for me to use your body over and over again"

it's amazing the way jason manages to shut your brain off, making your words catch on your throat and turning you into a whimpering mess. rocking your hips to meet his movements until your orgasm hits you, pussy squeezing him like a vice, almost making it impossible for jason to keep thrusting inside of you.

the pleasure of your body washes over him, bringing his own climax to his as he releases into your throbbing pussy as he slows down, letting out a low stream of curses before he comes to a halt still holding your legs against his chest.

"i don't think we'll be watching that movie now, ma..."

[kacievvbbbb]

Some Goth Fam Modern AU headcanons I can't stop thinking about and will probably explode if I don't put pen to paper or in this case- Type to screen

Here we go. This is going to be a long one;

-Shanks isnt officially part of the goth family. Even though he's know these kids since mihawk had them, helped raise them is always there in the morning to take them to school and is practically their other father. Perona and Zoro still refer to him as "Mihawk's bum of a boyfriend" (byprodcut of hearing mihawk call shanks a bum one to many times).

-Zoro and Perona relentlessly troll mihawk for having only 2 friends and they are his boyfriend and business partner. even though perona herself only has like 1 friend and a gaggle of minions.

-Perona got a giant bear cut out all the stuffing and used to make a baby zoro wear the carcass of her destuffed bear. baby zoro was very chill about all this.

-People think mihawk is a housewife but he actually has a job with the government that nobody really knows what it is and nobody is really allowed to talk about. he just never goes in except for the once a month meeting where they threaten to fire him.

-They have a groupchat just the three of them called "The Family" and then another one with shanks sinces hes the one that actually drives them places called "the family and shanks"

-Mihawk is the type of person to get a family portrait every time the kids have grown to look significantly different from the last so every couple of years. They are all extremely giant and actually painted. these are the only family picture hanging on the walls. even tho mihawk secretly scrapbooks all the pictures shanks takes.

-Mihawk has had them since they were toddlers they still call him Mihawk tho. excpet zoro hits 13 and starts exclusively referring to him as Hawkeyes or "that guy".

-Mihawk is a crunchy mom tm and they grew up in an ingredient household. But because mihawk is a grazer at heart and zoro needs fuel like a truck and all their little friends all practically live at their house. Theres awlays charcuterie boards on hand. Zoro never had a pop tart until he went to Luffy's house one time. He asked Mihawk what fruit snacks are and he reacted like zoro just summoned the devil into their home. He's very Nara smith I cook all my kids meals from scratch coded. He's definitely running one of those mommy blogs and being really bitchy and personal attacky about the whole thing and hes not even trying to hide it. Literally two steps away from bring a mommy influencer. literally just needs the instagram page (which he has but doesn't know its run by perona).

-Despite this zoro and perona cant cook for shit. That one tiktok video of the woman showing her husband what she used to have for a midnight snake as a kid in an ingredient house and it was just a bowl of mixed vegetables is so them coded. Despite mihawk's nara smith tendencies once thye get to a certain age every meal but dinner is every man for himself. mihawk only cooks once and so raises a family of girl lunch havers and grazers. Zoro thinks a greenshake is a snack. his eating habits are a source of constant stress for sanji.

-Perona is definitely an influencer her content ranges from fashion stuff to content about her strange family (she tries to get them to make tiktoks and msot of the videos are just zoro's resignantion and mihawk's funnily shutting that shit down with a swiftness) and just stories of her weird family and her brothers even weirder friends. nobody can figure out what their family dynamics are.

-shanks definelty makes those "dealing my italian husband psychic damage videos" except they are like my Spanish-Romanian husband and mihawk get genuinely upset and every video ends witrh the threat of shanks being murdered.

-Nobody on these channels realizes that this mihawk is the same internationally recognized as the best swordfighter to ever live Dracule Mihawk.

-Zoro goes to the local community college with most of the gang while perona goes to a fashion college as a fashion/fashion history major. she lives on campus but is home every weekend tho so mihawk can do her laundry and restock her fridge.

-Only luffy and nami who are his childhood friends truly know just how fucking rich his family is even tho Zoro and the parent that zoro and luffy both weirdly share, despite not being otherwise related, look and act like bums. They meet the rest of the straw hats in college.

-At no given time do shanks or zoro even have 20 dollars on them something that endlessly frustrates everyone else around them. Usopp has bought one to many meals for zoro to be nothing other than incensed when he is invited to "summer" at their lake house thats more like a resort. Zoro can live in a converted mid century castle but Usopp has seen him pay for a sandwhich with a collection of change.

-people often wonder where exactly perona got her bratty attitude from because zoro and mihawk are pretty chill, composed guys. and then they see how mihawk acts around Shanks and the lenghts of childishness Shanks can push him too and then they

-Zoro and Mihawk are endlessly competing at petty meaningless activities espoecially if they involve cutting things with a blade. they have a running count into the 300s off how much mihawk has won vs zoro and he is endlessly smug about it. Zoro has only just begun to start clawing more victories for himself. He recently won their speed cucumber cutting challenge and mihawk was non to pleased about this.

-Adopted this one from a mutual; but Mihawk used to take Perona to all the twighlight, pop girlie, pastel goth stuff and pretends that its all a hastle even tho he's really into the stuff and has been since perona got into it.

-They are the kind of family that always had dinner together but would have every other meal wherever and whenever but since perona is away at college it became sunday lunch and dinner which just turned into sunday bruch for practically the entire neighborhood because zoro and perona keep inviting their weird friends over. and now its a whole thing and mihawk is none to pleased.

-Mihawk was about to be an empty nester and then s-hawk falls in his lap and heres another kid he has to look after and makes sure survives till adulthood 🙄. S-hawk ironically for all he looks exactly like him is the child that acts the least like him (This is largely zoro's influence) And he's definetly that stereotype of when you parents decide to have a kid in their 40s and they grow up in a completely different household than you did. like who even are these people?? S-hawk actually gets to have fruit snacks and zoro is still super salty about this. Because Mihawk was just off achieving his biggest dream with nothing better to do that to pout all his energy into being a parent to these two monsters. but now he has actually has a job that he actively needs to work at🙄

-Zoro looks baby sits s-hawk the most and like s-hawk is like 5 to zoro's 20 and zoro is definitely one of those people that doesnt "play" with kids instead he just folds s-hawk into whatever routine he has for the day without missing a step. He takes him with him to his classes at the community college. He pulls up a chair for s-hawk he has his own little notebook and everything everytime people try to coo at him Zoro tells them to leave him a lone the little dude's trying to learn here. He takes him to the gym like all those videos with dads and their babies repping sets. He gives s-hawk baby dumbells and teaches him proper form and everything. just goes about his life like there isnt a 5 year old trailing him like a duckling. Zoro puts on act for mihawk but he loves having a little buddy since chopper's kind of outgrown it.

-Zoro and Mihawk both talk to baby s-hawk like a regular person. Mihawk talks to him likes he's a distinguished gentleman with thoughts and opinions and who should know better than to fling food and toys and he often reads him the news. Zoro talks to him like he's just a dude definetly the type to have a beer with the baby while they sit on the couch watching sports. Perona and Shanks are the ones that actually treat him like a baby and baby talk him and shanks is definietly one of those parents that's always doing extreme sports stuff with a baby while Perona essentially treats him like a teddy bear / dress up doll. she and mihawk are the only ones allowed to make clothing decisons for him after the time he came home from a shopping trip with zoro and shanks looking like both a bum and a middle aged dad on vacation. Shanks was allowed to keep one tiny s-hawk sized haiwain shirt.

-Zoro essentially raises s-hawk like he's his child 😭. Like Junior and devante from Black-ish but he's less upront about this. He keeps adding things to the kid's schedule without telling Mihawk and essentially treats mihawk like the unwanted third in their relationship. He takes him everywhere with him. People would think that was his kid if he didn't look so intensely like mihawk. He signs baby hawk up for kendo classes from the age like 3 cause he'll be damned if he takes after mihawk's swordsmanship. He attends every practice he gets very intense during matches. its a whole thing. He also keeps signing baby hawk up for random extracurriclars that Mihawk can't keep up with and change depending on season. Baby hawk is in baby gymnastics with all the other seraphim. Zoro is very invested in this. Zoro the type to pull up to a heist with a baby.

[itsabouttimex2]

I almost thought the Celestalchaos bot was platonical I'm so sorry I just got curious how that family would be with the user/reader 😅

(I actually made a Celestialchaos Dads bot!!)

Surrogate Son

“It’s good to have you here with me,” Xiangliu starts, tracing a scaled hand slowly down your cheek before withdrawing it. He rolls over to face Sun Wukong, then cups his face as your had been. Xiangliu’s snakes gently nuzzle your face in turn, their forked tongues licking at your skin. “And you,” the Nine-Headed Demon shakily breathes, his hands moving to roam up and down Wukong’s abdomen, only to be caught by the ginger simian when they drift too low. “My Saint of Chaos,” Xiangliu adulates, kissing at Wukong’s cheeks.

“Love you too, babe,” the Great Sage returns, stretching out slowly. The two spend a moment just gazing back and forth, a locked gaze of gold and orange.

As they spend that precious moment in adoration, you check your phone to see if there’s any new texts… and you find one, from MK.

“Is that- is that the kid?” Wukong asks, rolling over Xiangliu to flip beside you- for his part, the snake demon is unbothered by the sudden squashing, and only leans in to listen close. “Does he need something?”

Lifting the phone again, you read the text-

’Can I come over for my break?? Pigsy says I’m too tired to do any more deliveries today.’

“Looks like the kid wants permission to come over… but I’m guessing he’s already on his way, honestly.”

The boy could be impulsive to a fault, as you had learned well from your first interaction with him- still, he had become a very dear part of your life.

“That sounds like the boy,” Xiangliu agrees, giving a soft smile. He looks over at the simian, who simply groans in response, sitting up slowly.

“Should’ve told me he was coming over,” the Great Sage huffs, moving to swing his legs off the bed. “I’d have ordered us all something,” he starts, shifting nearly off the mattress- only to be immediately pulled back down by Xiangliu wrapping his arms around the ginger monkey’s hips and holding him close.

Ignoring the serpentine demon’s clinginess, you ask: “Oh? But I thought you didn’t like cooked food, hun- wouldn’t you rather forage?”

“I don’t like most cooked foods,” Wukong corrects, with Xiangliu nodding in agreement. The nine-headed demon moves a hand to run through the Great Sage’s messy ginger hair, still holding his waist with the other-

“Except for noodles,” the snake demon interjects, pressing his forehead into Wukong’s shoulder and nuzzling against the bare skin.

“Oh, that’s right! You order them from MK’s boss, right? Jajangmyeon, with extra pork and no zucchini?”

“Just the way I like ‘em,” Wukong grins, tilting his head up into Xiangliu’s motions. The snake demon begins to press small kisses into the monkey’s exposed neck as well, gently drawing along the sensitive skin with his fangs- but the Great Sage doesn’t seem much bothered by the biting, or if he is, he’s good at concealing it.

“Hate to be a joykill, boys… but you’ll have to knock it off when the kiddo gets here.”

Xiangliu gives a quiet grumble at your statement- he knew you had a point, but he didn’t want to fully quit. His forked tongue gives one last long lick up Wukong’s neck before withdrawing back into his mouth.

“Yeah, you’re right,” the ginger simian agrees, tilting his head back onto Xiangliu’s shoulder.“Can’t be snogging when my bud is here.”

My. You don’t exactly miss the use of that word- and really, you haven’t missed the impact that MK has had on the wilder of your lovers- how Wukong has grown; healed, in leaps and bounds thanks to his…

Student. Nephew. Son. Little brother.

So, so many roles.

MK fills them all admirably.

Even though you know the kid is only a few minutes away by now, you send back to him:

‘You’re always welcome here, kiddo.’

After everything he’s done for your partner, you find it hard to argue that he shouldn’t have a place here in this cozy little cabin, on the lavish peaks of Flower Fruit Mountain.

He’s your kid too, after all. As much as he is Pigsy’s, or Tang’s, or Wukong’s…

He’s your kiddo, too.

There’s a beat of silence- and then the tell-tale sound of footsteps approaching the door. Even with the knowledge that MK was on his way up, the sound still makes Wukong jump a bit- he and Xiangliu both share a look, like two kids who were just caught in the middle of doing something they weren’t supposed to.

And then, the boy lets himself in- and practically collapses onto the floor, utterly exhausted and panting for breath. His hair and clothes are messy and disheveled, with the his usual upbeat mood entirely missing.

“You two get dressed,” you sigh, standing up from the bed and throwing the sheets over their half-dressed forms. “I’ll take care of our kid.”

“Our,” Xiangliu whispers, all eighteen of his leering yellow eyes glittering at the thought. “Our child.”

“Not all ours, Nine. We’ve got like… three other dads to compete with.”

"I'd say we’re his favorites," Xiangliu tries to counter, a sly grin creeping upon his serpentine features. Wukong gives a scoff at that, scoffing at that notion in time with you.

“No, it’s Pigsy,” you both say.

Xiangliu has no further argument, and instead whips out an elegant robe of green and orange.

As they dress, you kneel to the exhausted hero, offering him a warm smile. With gentle scooping motion, you lead MK to his feet, biting back a gag at the overwhelming smell of sweat.

“Oh, sweetie. Who were you fighting this time?”

MK shakes his head, suddenly moving to latch onto your waist with a hiccup. There’s a shuddering tremble that races from his chest to feet, making the hero look almost like a child ready to bawl in fear.

Nightmares, again. He’s been having them for a while.

Ever since the Lady Bone Demon, in fact.

“Oh, no, baby… don’t cry, it’s okay…”

As you begin to rub his back with a soft coo, your newly-dressed partners look at you with both admiration and love, tempted to join in the doting… but they kept their distance, instead.

“I’ll go start him a shower,” Wukong whispers, heading to the bathroom, but not before Xiangliu presses a long series of slow kisses to his cheeks.

“I’ll go see what we have in the kitchen, then… and maybe find him a change of clothes.”

With once last glance to your doting form, both depart to focus on their own tasks, giving you a perfect moment to forget the rest of the world and simply comfort your child.

“Nothing is gonna hurt you,” is your promise to him.

You don’t intend to break it.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Their ideal partners

Silly little hcs because ive been thinking what each of the lads look for in a s/o

Slenderman;

Given I'm aiming for the "he's been observing humans for centuries and has grown used to their antics," vibe with him, I feel like he'd like someone who keeps him guessing

Nothing TOO crazy, because he can be irritable, but if you intrigue him he'll definitely stay around

Does he have any peculiar icks? Tastes?

Can't stand messy people... doesn't mind if its unorganized, or a chaotic system, but if you live in muck it's a deal breaker

Doesn't care what you look like, or what gender you are; he sees beyond that because, again, ancient being that's been watching humans for a long time.. kinda desensitized to that sort of thing

Laughing Jack;

He WANTS someone who can match his energy; but he NEEDS someone who can mellow him out

As much as I hate the "I can fix/change him" thing (well I dont HATE it, it really matters on execution and all), Jack needs someone who can make him chill out a bit

Icks? You know those people who kill the energy in a room? Like total buzzkill + downers? He doesnt like those. Not like the "he hates depressed people" way, obviously, but in the way that

Okay so idk if this is just a me thing but I come across a lot of people who do it on purpose for attention/quirkiness, those are the kinds of people he doesnt like

Like slenderman, he doesnt really care what you look like; bros gonna slip himself around you like a snake (affectionately)

Eyeless Jack;

Right off the bat he needs someone who's understanding

It ain't easy being a cursed man who's forced to eat human meat

Someone who's willing to listen to what happened to him, and help him see the brighter side of things

Basically a "storm cloud x sunshine" ship dynamic

Icks? As long as you're not too chaotic or hyper he's fine with it; Jack is more quiet and reserved energy wise, stress tends to make the curses symptoms worse

Prefers short people; he himself is also short (I hc hes about 5'5), and he's a lil insecure, but he's not totally opposed to dating taller people

Masky;

Writing for specifically masky for this one instead of the usual tim, hope that's alright!! I just wanna flesh out him n hoodie more

Bro is kinda..... whouf... rough around the edges; kinda feral

Not like FERAL feral, but this is the kind of dude who tunnels on someone during his work and wont be afraid to body slam into stuff full speed/force

So naturally, he gets hurt a lot. So a caring and soft partner is an immediate go to; especially since in my hc/au tim still exists, just as a different.. persona? Headspace? I really dont know the correct terms <\3

He likes observing as well, but he'll occasionally join in on whatever activity you're doing!!

Icks? Loud people... I would say spontaneous people as well, but considering my take on him, he kinda falls into a softcore version of that category

Hoodie;

Very similar to masky, but also not... between the two hes more.. calm and calculating; whereas Masky tends to dive straight in, in most cases

Should not that neither of them verbally speak; so they both need a partner who's fine with physical touch since that's one of their main ways of communicating/showing affection

Especially with hoodie; dude always has a hand on you and guiding you in some way

Unlike all the others, hoodie does not have ANY preferences for partners. Doesn't matter the personality, body type, and he doesnt have many icks

Like

Probably doesnt like arrogance, kinda just annoys him.... but hey, makes his.. job.. easier

[mc-lukanette]

Ladybug stood on a rooftop, dazed, staring up as the magical ladybugs flew up into the sky and dispersed into nothingness. It hadn't even been a year, yet she'd lost track of all the akuma she'd found.

All the time she'd lost.

Dropping her gaze to the roof under her feet, she wondered how many times she'd jumped across it. The rooftops of Paris had all blended together in her mind, which had long since stopped seeing them as buildings or shops so much as something to step across to get wherever she needed to go, or an object to throw her yoyo at to swing somewhere.

Down below, a crowd was cheering for her and Chat Noir. Their faces were hard to see with her vision occasionally blurring, but she felt they were grateful, at least, and the distance was the only reason why no one saw the tiredness in her eyes. Chat Noir, though he stood right there next to her, was simply too busy putting on a good smile to the cameras to see the way she swayed like she was about to fall over.

That's what she told herself, anyway. Besides, heroes didn't get tired, they didn't need breaks, and they certainly didn't demand sympathy from those around them. They were meant to serve as a higher being, perfect in the eyes of the public.

That was all.

As Ladybug raised a hand to give a smile and wave with energy she didn't have, a group of screams rang out.

"Oh no, i-it's another akuma!"

"Quick, everybody, run!"

"M'lady, look out!"

Everything happened so fast. It was hard to catch up and understand where the horror was directed to, but she turned around under the assumption of a sneak attack. Chat's hand came into contact with her shoulder at the same time, the motion of which indicated that he was about to shove her out of the way.

Instead, she saw a flash of teal and Chat was catapulted back onto one of the rooftops a few buildings away. She couldn't even call out his name before something thick and smooth wrapped around her and brought her to the ground, the air leaving her lungs from the shock. She looked down, noting the snake-like scales, and wriggled, but the grip was tight enough that it was hard to get her arms out.

Strangely, it wasn't so tight that it hurt. Maybe there was an opening somewhere?

"Ha." A smooth, strangely mellow voice spoke, preceding a few delicate, harp-like notes. "That joke Hawk Moth made it too easy."

Twisting her head any which way she could to see the source, Ladybug looked up to see the start of the snake tail she was wrapped in, connected to a seemingly male human body like naga in mythology. The boy - not looking that much older than her - wore a bodysuit matching his snake tail, transitioning so smoothly that it was hard to tell where the torso ended and the tail began. Darker teal lines snaked - quite appropriate given the theming - up his arms, all the way to the hood on his head.

The hood cast a shadow over his face, but she could still see the teal mask, the lower corners jutting down sharply into points to imitate fangs. Had she not been in the process of being restrained by him at the time, she may have complimented his style.

A lyre was clutched in one of his hands, explaining the music she'd heard earlier, and he played a few more notes over the cries of the few people who remained below. "You can call me Hoodstrum. I seek the most valuable things in the world and have had my sights set on this beautiful bug for a while now."

"Get in line!" Chat yelled out from afar. "That's my partner you're taking!"

Ladybug rolled her eyes, genuinely unable to tell if this was more about her being kidnapped or two boys fighting over a girl. "This is not the time, Chat Noir!"

Hoodstrum clicked his tongue, unimpressed by Chat's retort, then raised his free hand behind him in a fist. Slowly, his fingers curled open, and with them what Ladybug could only describe as the fabric of dimensions. A portal was opening at his command, more than large enough for the two of them and shaped like a snake's mouth opening wide. She couldn't see what awaited on the other side either, only colors zipping from side-to-side like lightning bolts.

Were they going to hurt?

"They always say that you don't know what you have 'til it's gone." Plucking one string at a time in a slow, taunting motion, Hoodstrum continued, "But don't worry. I'll be sure to put her in a nice little terrarium."

Chat called out for her again, followed by the sound of his boots against the rooftops, but it was too late. Ladybug felt the tail tighten briefly before throwing her, her world spinning as her surroundings blurred into nothing discernible. The sounds of Chat Noir, the crowd, and Paris itself faded in an instant and she braced for impact, her body curling in on itself to protect anything vital from the rough landing.

Only then to feel the impact against something marshmallow soft and pillow-y.

"Uh—?" Ladybug's body unconsciously relaxed at the unexpected sensation, then tensed again when she recognized what must be a trap. The ground below her would be unstable and hard to move around on, giving Hoodstrum the advantage as he floated above it.

Pushing herself up and fighting against the struggle for balance, her fists flew up into her fighting stance. Her eyes searched viciously for any sort of advantages she could have in this boy's lair, such as a defensive spot under the coffee table, the TV to smash over his head, the fridge in the other room to....

wait.

Ladybug blinked, staring at the weirdly normal living room she was in. The floor was a smooth, gray vinyl and the walls were black, curving into an equally black ceiling. The TV stand housed a couple of well taken care of gaming systems, and the coffee table had a deck of cards stacked neatly atop it. There was an opening with an arc shape in one of the walls leading into the kitchen, an electric kettle on the counter emitting steam and even a clear jar of sweets nearby.

Also, was that a bean bag chair near the couch?

She couldn't see any sign of a front door, but there was a hallway that she could only guess led to a bathroom and bedroom or something similar. Point being, this was not a lair, and certainly not a terrarium in the sinister way Hoodstrum had spoken it. Under her feet as well, there was no deception or trap to be caught in, but actual pillows that she'd landed on.

She had to admit at that point that she was officially, utterly confused.

At that moment, Hoodstrum's voice called out from behind her, "I'm glad I aimed right. I would've felt terrible if I missed the pillows."

Ladybug spun around to face him, but stumbled on the uneven surface. That one was her own fault and she went for the obvious solution of stepping outside of the "pillow zone" while Hoodstrum casually slithered past her, the portal behind him long gone. She watched, waiting for him to suddenly turn and pounce at her, yet he laid himself on the couch instead, looking totally vulnerable to any and all attacks.

"Um," Ladybug began, raising a hand to point around the room, "am I missing something?"

He tossed her a smile, stretching his arms before propping himself back up into a sitting position. The long snake tail made it awkward, but he didn't appear bothered by it. "Sorry. This is my first time doing this for someone."

The phrase 'doing this for someone' implied that it was to her own benefit, only making her more confused.

He explained before she could ask any further, "I'm not a villain. I'm part of a group against the Order of the Guardians."

"The Order of the Guardians?" she asked warily. "But how aren't you a villain then?"

He leaned against the backrest, unbothered by the half-accusation. "We don't want to harm anyone; they do. Before the accident, they took kids in even if those kids didn't want it, and starved them as part of their training."

Ladybug bit her lower lip, already eerily familiar with that story. That's what Master Fu had gone through before Feast happened.

Hoodstrum, staring at her with a wealth of emotional intelligence, seemed to know that she understood that already. "They wiped themselves out because they didn't care about anything but their rules. The first one of us knew that and ran away with some of their miraculouses."

At that, her gaze dropped, scanning his body over to search for something she hadn't thought to before. On his wrist, she noted, was a bangle designed like an ouroboros. "Is that what you're wearing?"

"You're learning the notes fast," he complimented with a nod. He raised his arm out to her in a silent offer, adding, "The snake was one of the ones they got away with."

Though still hesitant, she couldn't detect anything suspicious in his posture. One step at a time, she slowly made her way towards the couch until she was within arm's length of him. Taking hold of his forearm and hand, she examined the supposed snake miraculous in question.

It was bizarre. In her limited experience with the miraculouses Master Fu had, it definitely looked like a miraculous: it was an accessory to wear and his bodysuit had remnants of what she might expect, but something wasn't quite right. While the design of the miraculouses was done who knows how long ago, Hoodstrum's appeared modern as if made recently, or perhaps refurbished.

Looking upon her thoughtful expression approvingly, he told her, "I don't know everything, but the miraculouses they stole got taken all over to other people; people who could make them better with the times." He glanced down at it. "Think of it like a record of an old song compared to the music we have now. It's always changing, and we're finding new ways to play and record it."

"So that's why you have other powers," Ladybug deduced, recalling the portal he had opened. She wanted to leave it there, but the nagging voice in the back of her head refused to let go of the scale-covered elephant in the room. "...But the tail? And fangs?"

He grinned, inadvertently showing off the fangs in question. Closing his eyes, he took a deep, steadying breath...

and started to detransform.

She yelped, recoiling from the bright light. Her calves bumped into the coffee table, but she remained standing and instinctively covered her eyes in thought of seeing someone's civilian identity.

She could hear Hoodstrum chuckle, but a different voice was the one who spoke up. "It's fine to look, Ladybug. My holder trusts you."

"N-nggh, but why?" she whined from behind her hands.

She got no answer, but the permission had made her too curious. She lowered her hands first, then opened one eye at a time until she could fully take him in. Rather than the half-human, half-snake she had seen earlier, Hoodstrum looked entirely normal, if a little bit punk. His black pants were torn at the knees, under his denim jacket was a thick midnight blue hoodie - the hood of which had been put down to reveal fluffy black hair with blue highlights - and his white shirt had rips as well as—

"Is that Jagged Stone?" she blurted out, staring at the logo across the chest of the shirt.

"Yeah," he admitted, "he's my favorite singer."

"Mine t—" She clammed up, remembering that she wasn't Marinette right now. Hoodstrum had such a calm, amicable tone when speaking that it felt like talking with a friend rather than a stranger. Was this somehow part of catching her off-guard?

The voice from earlier, as she soon discovered, belonged to a snake-looking kwami flying beside him. He chimed into the conversation, explaining, "Gaining our features are a side-effect of the modern miraculouses. They might be inconvenient for our holders, but it's the price they're willing to pay for our will."

"Will?" Ladybug repeated for clarification.

Hoodstrum raised his wrist again, showing the disguised form of the miraculous. "I can't transform if Sass doesn't want to."

Sass crossed his legs, his long tail curling around them. "The modern miraculouses keep us from being used without our consent, or if we think it might put our holder in danger. It gives us more power in the bond we share and our holders are happy to take the consequence of that."

It was a lot of information at once, but she tried to follow as best as she could. The idea that kwamis weren't slaves to whoever had their hands on their miraculouses sounded almost fantastical, making her think of poor Nooroo under Hawk Moth. "You didn't have to detransform to prove that though."

"I know," Hoodstrum said. He got up from the couch to stand in front of her, gesturing to himself. "But I want to earn your trust if I can, so you don't feel uncomfortable here."

"Here?" Ladybug took another look around, reminded of the situation that led them to this moment, and raised a finger. "Wait, yeah! Why am I here? Where is here? And I thought you kidnapped me!"

He shook his head. "I'll take you back whenever you want. This—" He outstretched an arm to the rest of the room. "—is for you, and anyone like you."

She brought a hand to her mouth, brows drawn together in thought. "I don't get it."

Sass flew up, lounging lazily on Hoodstrum's shoulder, and "pointed" at her with his paw. "You're exhausted. That much is obvious in everything we saw."

Her eyes widened. They noticed? Had it been that obvious to these two that didn't know her? "That...that's normal."

"It's not," Hoodstrum argued with a frown. "Whoever your guardian is, he chose a cat who loves the job. He could've done the same for your miraculous too."

Sass clicked his tongue in a way not unlike what Hoodstrum had done towards Chat. "That's typical of guardians: never ask, just choose."

Ladybug swallowed, wanting to defend Master Fu but unable to. It was true, she hadn't wanted to be Ladybug, and in fact had to when the holder she had intended to replace herself with got trapped behind a car. There were so many times that she thought about giving up or lamented how overwhelmed it made her feel, but she hadn't wanted to question a decision made by someone who seemed so much older and wiser than her.

"So you brought only me here because of that," she concluded, "but... to do what?"

Hoodstrum and Sass exchanged glances that were a mix between concerned and amused, as if the answer were obvious and it was worrying that she didn't understand.

Simultaneously, they looked at her and simply said, "To rest."

"R—" She would have staggered back if the coffee table wasn't in the way, so she opted to wave her arms about in disbelief. "Rest? What? That's it?"

Hoodstrum turned away, moving to walk around the room. Sass remained hovering where he'd been, observing Hoodstrum's movements alongside Ladybug.

"I wanted to talk to you sooner, but I was still learning how to use my miraculous." He knelt down to the TV stand, feeling around for dust. He only stood back up when he was satisfied it was clean. "This place hasn't been needed in so long too. Me and my family tried to update it to make you comfortable, but it took a while."

Sass cleared his throat, Ladybug turning to him as he added on, "You could call this a pocket dimension inside our world. Here, time moves at one-sixth the speed as it does outside. Luka is hoping to make it better than that one day."

Ladybug almost didn't register that Sass had just used Hoodstrum's civilian name, her mind whirling thinking about the massive time bomb that had just dropped on her. One-sixth of the time meant that one hour in Paris was six hours here, and one day was six days, yet Luka didn't think that was good enough? That was already so much!

Even the idea of it being a pocket dimension, she could tell it was the truth. When she listened closely, she couldn't hear a thing that she wasn't aware of in the room: no birds chirping, no cars driving by, and no people chatting idly. Only the sound of her own breathing and Luka's footsteps filled the space.

It was just the three of them - four if one counted her growing disbelief at this point - all by themselves.

Luka continued the mini tour of the space as if none of this was particularly amazing; to him, who had experience preparing all this in the first place, maybe it wasn't. He wandered into the kitchen next, opening one of the cupboards to reveal a whole variety of tiny snack bags in just about any color she could imagine.

"I don't know what kind of food you like," he began, opening the fridge with his other hand to show her the fruits, milk, and such, "so we got whatever we could. I can give the rest to my friends, so you don't have to eat all of it."

Ladybug couldn't say anything, at a complete loss for words. Not moving her eyes from Luka, she went around the coffee table to follow him into the kitchen. Tearing her eyes from him to look at the food - the food for her - was difficult, because she didn't understand even after having it all explained to her.

It wasn't him alone who'd done all this, as he'd openly said, but he'd taken on the primary role. He brought her here, blindly trusted her to the point of letting her know his civilian identity, and for what? So she could rest?

Why?

"That act you put on..." she started to say, because she was certain now that it was an act.

"I needed a way to talk to you without accidentally seeing your identity," he confirmed. Looking off to the side, not wholly innocently, he admitted, "And I meant what I said about value: maybe they'll learn to care about you if they think they could've lost you."

"They care," she claimed weakly; an instinctive defense of the people she worked hard to protect.

She felt a small breeze to her side, Sass flying past her and into the fridge. He pulled a single hard-boiled egg from inside, then shut the door with his tail and flew over next to Luka. Taking a big bite of the egg's top, he almost looked like someone with a giant egg-shaped glass of alcohol.

"Ladybug," he said with patience she suddenly felt she didn't deserve, "We've seen the Face-to-Face interview."

She cringed at the memory instantly, her cheeks growing pink from embarrassment. Of course she recalled that: the interview with Nadja Chamack where she and the audience seemed to care for nothing more than whether Ladybug and Chat Noir were dating. Any time she tried to change the subject or tell the truth, she would be ignored or shot down.

Even Chat himself brushed it off as the price of being a star. Maybe then, the people did care, but only so far as to whether she could save them and get together with who they wanted her to.

She just hadn't wanted to acknowledge it.

Luka, meanwhile, had been ready for it. He'd made himself their bad guy so that he could offer her this. Guilt tore at her stomach, telling her how much she didn't deserve this.

"I...I have school," she tried.

"Tomorrow's Sunday," Luka supplied easily.

"My parents will wonder where I am."

"You can tell them you're staying with a friend."

"If Hawk Moth attacks while I'm here..."

"We can still get alerts. You'll know."

They really planned it all out. They had an answer for all of her questions and, as she'd already calculated earlier, she'd have six whole days to do whatever she wished even if she stayed there just for one Sunday. It was as Luka said: this was for her.

"...What's the catch?"

Luka smiled sadly at her, at the idea that they would require some sort of payment. There's a three step distance between the two of them and he closes that gap by two, his hands taking hold of hers and squeezing them reassuringly. It hadn't even occurred to her that he hadn't touched her until now, beyond what it took to bring her here. He'd let her get closer to touch him, but it was only when he felt she needed it that he gave it to her.

"No catch. We just want you to enjoy yourself. I'll give you my number and you can call me on your yoyo whenever you want me to bring you here. If you want to quit being Ladybug, we'll help you do that too, but you can still come." He squeezed her hands once more. "I saw you, I wanted to help you, it's that simple. It's not a favor, it's a reward."

She looked up at him. She'd noticed, but hadn't really thought about the fact, that his eyes had been green as Hoodstrum. When he was Luka, they were instead a deep, soothing blue.

She liked the blue, even more than the green.

Staring down at the hands holding hers, Ladybug curled her fingers inwards to squeeze him back. Unable to make excuses to get out of relaxing any longer - a thought she knew should give her much to self-reflect on in her future - she gave in and wondered aloud, "Can we do stuff together too?"

Luka beamed, more than happy to do just that.

[kodamaghost00]

30 Lucifer Headcanons

———————————————————

[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw, Fluff, Smut

It's also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys!You're a new resident at the Hotel in this scenario.

———————————————————

Let’s begin!

Calls his partner “Angel” or “Love”. But will come up with outrageous names to annoy you too.

Makes his loved ones custom ducks. And he gets really nervous showing you the finished product.

“So uhhh… I made this one for you.” He said quite nervously as he gave you your duck. “Oh it’s lovely Lucifer… thank you so much.”.

He looked at you flabbergasted “Wait really?! You like it…?”. You just chuckled “Of course I do!”

You were there for him when Lilith left him. He was so down but you cheered him up.

When Lucifer and Alastor had their little sing session he was so happy that you sided with him and not that red deer guy.

He thinks it’s adorable that you get along with Charlie. He loves the way you care about her, and believe in her dreams.

Besides his “calm” personality he gets quite protective over time. When he notices you get hurt by something/someone he is immediately there you care for you.

He makes unhinged comments and jokes without even noticing that they’re out of place sometimes.

Ever since angel called him a “Short king” the term has stuck with him. He casually calls himself that as well.

He tries to learn more slang from the other residents and tries them out on you… “You serve *snaps fingers*… the outfit slaps ngl.” You just laughed your ass off due to his stiff voice and lack of feeling.

He enjoys basin and cooking a lot. He prefers to have you as a helper.

He’s a ambivert who’s pretty good at masking. Not many people notice when he’s exhausted.

Definitely a hopeless romantic. He WILL take you on a date with roses and jazz in the background. And if everything goes well he maybe even take you to his place?

He likes to get dominated but he also loves to dominate. Whatever you’re up to actually, he’ll just go along with it.

Groans overall but whimpers and whines when he’s close.

When you ride on top of him he digs his fingers into your sides and it gets firmer and stronger as he finishes.

He is definitely very weak in the way that he can’t hold in for long. You do one right move and he’s cumming fast.

He also enjoys bondage very much. He’d fuck you while you hand from the roof with a gag in your mouth. In combo with a blindfold? Seeing you drool? He finishes faster than you can say “Bow chika bow bow.”

GREAT IN AFTERCARE!!! He will spoil you with sweet words and cuddles. “You did so great love… thank you.”

He bathed with his rubber duck. His favorite is probably an apple themed one.

He also wears a little make-up. Like going out without a little eyeliner? Nuh uh.

He made his cane himself. The apple on top is exchangeable with a Rubber duck, skull and a snake. He’s making new ones as well.

He is already autistic coded with a special interest in ducks. But imagine he invented them. Like imagine he said ”Hey God… I have this little idea, do you think you can make it work?”

He gets nervous if you two make eye contact for too long. He’d laugh it off though saying it’s no big deal for him.

So so done with life sometimes he just drinks 3 black coffees in the span of 3 hours.

He easily gets distracted by literally anything and everything. Also procrastinates a lot.

He loves hugs from the back. And hugs in general make him feel so loved by you.

His love languages are Physical Touch and Acts of Service. You making him breakfast and cuddles afterwards? He’s straight up in love.

“You made this all for me love…? Wow that’s so amazing thank you so so much…” he gets stressed easily so seeing how much you care for him makes him tear up.

———————————————————

MASTERLIST

Thank you all so much for reading my silly headcanons [And also 20 followers]! I wanted to say “Loves Eskimo kisses” but I remembered he doesn’t rlly have a nose (πーπ). But yeah anyways… if you have requests don’t be shy and ask! I’d be happy to work on requests! Have a great day/night!

- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[aspoonofsugar]

What do you think Sir Pentious’s arc will be in season 2 now that he’s in Heaven and far away from his friends and Cherri Bomb?

Hi!

First of all, thank you for your asks! I am looking forward to answer to them, even if I might take a while because it is a busy time :D

In any case, I will start with this one.

I think Sir Pentious's story has the potential to be important in two ways thematically.

1- Deconstructing the redemption by death trope

Sir Pentious sacrifices himself out of love. He risks his life to save both Cherri Bomb (romantic love) and his found family (platonic love). He fails, but his motivations were genuine, so he ends up in Heaven.

Now, this is already an ironic subversion of the "redemption by death trope". This trope has one character redeeming himself through death. His sacrifice (when well done) is usually pivotal in solving the main conflict. However, Sir Pentious accomplishes nothing. He is annihilated by Adam without being able to touch the archangel. All in all, our lovable snake demon has no impact on the fight, but to force Charlie to enter full-demon mode.

Despite this, Sir Pentious's actions have a HUGE impact thematically, as he proves a demon can be reborn into an angel. That said, is this really what redemption is like? Sure, Pentious did one incredibly selfless thing, but does it mean all his problems have been solved? Does it mean he can do no wrong? Does it mean Pentious's personal flaws, which landed him into Hell have been overcome?

Personally, I do not think so. (I also think the author said season 2 will give us a little bit of Pentious's backstory and why he ended up in Hell)

The idea that one good deed solves a person's life and makes so this person is automatically grown is simplistic. So, I am expecting Sir Pentious to be challenged to stay a good person in Heaven. Who knows? Maybe far away from the Hotel he might spiral in some old bad habits. This would be interesting because it would also show Heaven lacks a support system, which can stop people from getting worse. This might be what happened to Adam, by the way. He landed into Heaven, but there he grew worse. Sir Pentious might find himself facing a similar temptation.

2- Exploring what happiness truly is

Speaking of Heaven, Sir Pentious is meant to challenge the whole Kingdom. He is an exception nobody foresaw: a demon, who found love in Hell, died for it and was reborn as an angel.

On the one hand Sera is bound to be disturbed by this because Pentious brings chaos into Heaven's order.

On the other hand Emily might be challenged too. After all, Emily is the seraphim in charge of bringing happiness:

Sera: It's your position to keep them happy and joyful.

And yet, Emily's idea of happiness is as superficial as Charlie's:

'Cause every single day in Heaven is a happy day Welcome to Heaven, yeah

Sure, every day in Heaven is a happy day. Except that I am pretty sure many people are unhappy in Heaven:

Vaggie was unhappy in Heaven, as she was brainwashed by a cult and forced to kill innocents. She dislikes the place to this day.

Adam was unhappy in Heaven, as he could not find a stable partner nor a meaning to his life. He was consumed by his envy for Lucifer and dedicated his life to ruin the devil's. That is not what a happy person does.

Lute isn't happy in Heaven, as she is once again a brainwashed child soldier. She gives herself value through violence and is a mess of repressed feelings.

I also think many people whose loved ones are in Hell wouldn't be so happy to know about the exterminations. Let's consider Molly, for example. It's probable she wouldn't be happy to know her brother Angel might end up killed by Exorcists.

The series is asking what real happiness is like. Charlie thinks it can be found in Heaven, but maybe Pentious will show us the answer isn't as simple. He might discover he was far happier in a shitty old hotel with a bunch of misfits that lonely in Heaven.

These are my two cents. Thank you for the ask!

[valentine-cafe]

˖⁺. ﹙ the charming inventor reaper. ﹚: zhào jìngyí 9819.𖹭 ݁

. . . your alibi, darling !! 🍒 : “how bold, flirting with the detective while you’re being interrogated with. shall i flirt back hm? ”

꒰ verse ꒱ 9819

꒰ species ꒱ grim reaper

꒰ ethnicity ꒱ chinese

꒰ age ꒱ 35

꒰ gender ꒱ male

꒰ mbti ꒱ esfj

꒰ alias ꒱ fěixīn ( courtesy name ), talisen ( other name ), detective zhào, greatest artificer of the century, heir of the yuè sanctuary, shadow weaver, the scarlet stare’s shade, time’s boy, the clockwork pawn ( derogatory )

꒰ story ꒱ 

through calm smiles and charming eyes lies a mind of absolute intellect and innovation. skilled hands eager to work on his next project or hold his scythe dutifully.

zhào jìngyí, zhào fěixīn to most, a man of incredible talent as well as never-ending charming. and he knows it. up in his clocktower he strives, working on his newest invention to marvel the masses or - determined on an ongoing case. the inventor of the century and one of the leading investigators along his partner rishen.

behind all of this lies a cunning man when need be. gleamed with a calculative stare and gears turning through his head with various strategies and manipulative tactics. sure his mind might titter the lines of morally correct and not but. . . if it’s for the sake of justice, what does it matter?

one must do what they can to succeed. his perfectionism and stubbornness won’t let him do much else. whatever it takes to complete his duty. he can’t lose. he won’t lose.

how could he? with his sharp mind and charming persona? what else could anyone expect from the innovator of the century and highly respected investigator. in his constant game of chess with himself and those around him.

 

꒰ appearance ꒱

maroon eyes with slits for pupils. when reaper features show his sclera go black

messy black, long hair, always put into a bun where a pair of goggles are pushed into

tan skin, freckled lightly with beauty spots on his right cheekbone, the tip of his nose and right below his eyes. iris quartz litter is body, especially on his spine,

sharper features than soft, his reaper features come out more in this verse

6’7” ( 201 cm ) in height with an athletic build

rows of sharp teeth to match with his long black talons on both his hands and feet.

forked snake tongue

has two standard and upper lobe piercings, with a helix on his right ear.

usually wears his mechanical gear in cases something needs to be fixed

wears a black, lower face mask to prevent inhaling any bad dusts and smokes

dark brown aesthetics, usually in a very vintage autumn styled aesthetic

always has one of his mechanical spiders on his shoulders or in his pockets

sometimes forgets he works with coals and other sorts of material and accidentally smears it out on his face at times

always wearing pocket watches, as a matter of fact, he is famous for sounding like several clocks when he walks by, due to the amount of pockets filled with pocketwatches

 

꒰ personality ꒱

an extremely charming and charismatic man who knows it and uses it to his advantage. exuding a calm aura of which he is marked by. has a sort of sophistication to him.

intelligent and innovative. he prefers plans and precision. this ties in very well with his extreme perfectionism.

confident in everything that he does, but a sort of easy-going confidence. he does not show-off, he knows his worth far too much for that. instead he is effortless.

has a way with words. whether that be his poeticness or through the next point: deception and cunningness.

through his compassion and loyalty, he is a man with a second face - although uses it for the right reasons. deceptive, manipulative and cunning when need be. all while keeping up his general charming persona.

incredibly observant. you have to watch what you say around him because he will use it to his advantage if need be. he asks questions hat many would not bat an eye at but is all for the sake of information.

duty-driven, which ties in very well with his stubborness as well. if there is something he wants to get done, he will do so.

daring and impulsive at times. while he prefers his plans, he will do anything to see to it that they are carried out.

he can be quite competitive at times. he does not enjoy losing or the thought of it.

can be judgmental.

can be considered overprotective. and even a little ( actually a lot ) paranoid. something that he tries not to show especially with his general stature.

through it all is a wise man with a sharp mind. one that many adore and fear all at the same time.

 

꒰ with a lover ꒱

very verbal about his affection. this suits especially well with his poetry. from endearments to compliments to saying some of the most adoring things without even realising it at times

acts of service as a love language is a big part of being in a relationship with him. whether it be getting your things ready or aiding you in whatever you in. it’s especially prominent in his cooking - he’s always cooking and making sure that you eat when necessary.

enjoys calm moments with his lover. sitting along the clockwater with you, arms around you. simply swaying. perhaps cuddling up in bed. he doesn’t mind if there’s no talking — your mere presence makes him feel at ease.

this also transcends into the dates. late night walks or early morning coffee dates. he also is not opposed to art gallery dates or simply sitting around and reading together.

writes poetry for you all of the time and leaves it around for you to find. this is especially apparent when he is not around - so that you have his words even when he is not there.

makes little trinkets for you whenever he gets the time. from jewellery to gadgets and gizmos, stuff to make your life a bit easier. the amount of new inventions he’s created just to make your life more convenient is bizarre.

leaves some of his robotic fireflies with you when he’s away for extended periods of time. you can directly connect to him via calls through these. they’re also nice to have around when he can’t be there. aiding you in whatever you need and giving you little nightmares.

writes down notes about you. the things you say - your favourites - things you may need - etc. he uses his observation skills to the fullest and makes sure that he listens to you. so that he can show you that he cares in this way too.

likes late night dancing on the balcony of his clocktower with you. your silhouettes frame the face of the large clock upfront and he dances with you to the beat of different ticks.

loves when you trace along his iris quartz. especially the ones along his arms and his spine. he melts into you immediately when you do this

tries to use all of his time with you to fullest because of how busy he is. his schedule can be quite sporadic, but he’s always taking every opportunity that he can to be with you. any opportunity to remind you that he loves you despite the time apart.

 

꒰ strengths ꒱

sharp intelligence: an extremely intelligent and innovative person

soul-reaping: rishen has the ability to reap more than 200 souls and carry them on his scythe until he can send them away to the afterlife. unfortunately he doesn’t really use the scythe much.

vapour teleportation: can shift his physical form into a dark vapour and can move at high speeds towards a different location.

dark vapor production: produces a dark vapour from his back and shoulders that can blind and disorientate enemies greatly.

hallucinative vapor production: similar to his dark vapour, however causes those that breathe it in to hallucinate; often multiple versions of him.

can see souls/ghosts: as a reaper rishen has the ability to see ghosts, spirits, wraiths, etc. along with the souls of both living and dead.

 

꒰ weaknesses ꒱

daylight: as a nocturnal reaper, daylight and other bright sources of light can weaken his senses of sight as he is used to the darkness of the night.

d’akar: an anti-magic material that can greatly weaken him if he comes into contact with it.

extreme emotional attachment: while reapers may remind one of humans, they are not. they are beings with very empathetic instincts and have souls bigger than the average mortal being — a thing that has been with them since their creation. they become extremely attached to things they love and it may cause them to become erratic if enough they love is taken away from them.

fading: occurs when a reaper goes through immense hurt and pain. their physical form quite literally begins to disappear, making them appear transparent. it can be a very painful process, both emotionally and physically. until their physical form eventually fades away and their soul moves on to the afterlife

 

꒰ relationships ꒱

rishen herrera: boyfriend, best friend, childhood friend

yuè mèng yáo: mother

zhào mùchén: father

zhào hàoyu: younger irish twin

zhào xīyáng: younger brother

zhào hǎitāo: younger brother

zhào yìzé: younger brother

zhào yu xi: younger sibling

alessio agresta arias: prime suspect

kyung seong-jin: co-worker

indra rosales: co-worker

shi jùn lái: mutual

shi tài: mutual

shi xuan jie: mutual

denara agyros: friend, nurse

danae agyros: motherly figure

orpheus agyros: fatherly figure

 

꒰ extra ꒱

he is known as the “innovator of the century”, he is one of the most prolific inventors of his time

he is both an investigator and profiler with experience in combative field

breaks into random theatre performances together with rishen sometimes after long days

they have a cat named beatrice, who often come with them to missions and helps them sniff out stuff. she wears a cat sized detective hat.

he does not like when the tax collectors come to the clocktower

always noting stuff down

speaks more poetry in the autumn

he makes his own clocks and has a ( failing ) clock business

[adaze-4d4z3]

I dunno go my random swap au my brain conjured up during a cyclone because of course I did.

Yapping about the au under cut :>

It’s like normal up to the point TwoTime tries to kill Azure but he fights back and accidentally hurts TwoTime badly like probably not going to make it badly.

TwoTime being you know a crazy ass cultist eggs Azure on to do the sacrifice himself so he can have their life instead, it goes through and bro is traumatised. :3 He does it very reluctantly and my god does he just want to cry.

Azure tried to get Two Time outta the cult before but it didn’t work and now that his partner is dead… yeah no he just runs away from the cult with TwoTime’s body, finds family outside the cult that help him get a secluded house and bury TwoTime. He also covers up that spawn symbol on his shirt. He like lives normally for a few months before his forsakening. He had massive red flags throughout his entire life in the cult, does NOT want to be even merely associated with them.

Headcannons now ig

Azure

-Came into the cult with a family member when around ~7ish give or take, always felt out of place in the cult itself though.

-Goes by his full name (Azurewrath) since I headcannon only TwoTime really called him Azure, he forgot his old name before the cult so it’s the best he can do.

-The dagger is the same one that he stabbed TwoTime with, the blood has dried on there and won’t come off no matter how hard he tries.

-He wallows in guilt at killing his lover but also can’t really process that fact that he was going to be sacrificed and doesn’t know if to forgive them for it.

-Any kind of respawning makes him feels wrong, like just respawning at the cabin or in matches

-He can cook well but knives make him feel wrong/ uneasy so he sticks to other things when helping out.

-Scars on his hand where he grabbed the dagger from TwoTime during the altercation. The scar on his arm is from dodging the initial attack.

-His tail is almost always between his legs like a scared dog/cat, if it isn’t it’s lashing out around his legs like a weird shield to wrap his legs in.

-his fingerless glove is under the thick gardening glove on that hand, the other one he buried with TwoTime.

-Actually going insane that TwoTime is back because he buried her and he is so, so afraid of what might happen if they knew that.

-Wings/Tail bones look kind of dull, even when they glow. He refuses to take care of them.

-Spawn symbol still glows when in 2nd life even if covered up.

-Has no idea what kind of relationship TwoTime and him have now.

TwoTime

-They/She pronouns/ afab, barely anyone addresses them with she/her pronouns though, the switch to They/them was more of a natural thing so it just kinda still lingers, still enby tho. (Bruhhh I called them by she/her when I first started playing and I can’t stoppp so fuck it headcannon now) (I have actually no idea how people could think they were a guy tho ;>;)

-Born into the cult and was one of the best followers/students.

-Cleans the ritual dagger constantly, it’s very shiny :>

-Holds the scars she got from Azure in very high regard and makes no effort to hide them, seeing them as a sign of devotion and love.

-The scar on their side is the first one in self defence from Azure, the one on their throat is from being sacrificed.

-Scarf is Azure’s.

-Has sacrificed too many people that the halo, eye and second tail are constant fixtures in their 1st life.

-The black eye “bleeds” as the body can’t handle that much power inside it and it’s kind of in shock being resurrected, the iris there is a spawn symbol that glows.

-Still her normal height, they just look taller/ more imposing because their tails slither on the ground like a snake giving off a vague look of levitating.

-No they can’t fly the damn wings are just bones.

-Wings/tail/halo glows and is a very bright white in comparison to Azure’s.

-Very very happy to see Azure again while in rounds and straight up didn’t kill a single person during their first few rounds because they were getting to know all of his friends, and is very happy he has friends now. (Azure only really talked to TwoTime during their cult days)

-Everyone literally thought TwoTime was another survivor until they weren’t in the cabin after the round ended then mass panic ensued.

-Definitely still thinks Azure and them are still in a relationship and is planning a wedding or dates in their head. Literally kicking their feet and giggling lol.

-Sees the rounds as just more sacrifices to the spawn, does not care who they sacrifice but hesitates and shakes a little when she does Azure, reassuring him that he’ll come back.

-Feels guilty for trying to sacrifice Azure and still does when they have to kill him during rounds.

-Thinks The Spectre’s voice is the Spawn’s.

Somewhat ideas for their kits (man I don’t know how many seconds or how much of effects bruh) (cooldowns too) (or names lol)

Azure

Passive- basically reworked Twotime’s passive lmao, but 120 damage for the respawn, activates automatically when killed, gives weakness and haste. (the numbers worked out better :<)

E- a burst of a bunch of poisonous plants that gives the killer poison and slows for 2? Seconds, probably has a bit of range

Q- has to be charged by hitting E, a stab from the ritual knife, 30? Damage, 40 if done within 2? Seconds of E hitting. (Basically while the E is active) Stuns killer for 2? Seconds

Why?:

Passive: I don’t think he willingly respawns, he’d want to stay dead rather than have anything to do with respawning ever again so it activates automatically like a last ditch resort to stay alive. Haste as like adrenaline and weakness since you know, the wings are his fucking spine ripping out bro.

E: Give the botany man his plants lmao

Q: he wouldn’t want to stab someone so unprepared and vulnerable, so E needs to hit and bonus if he can take advantage of it. Also he ain’t really of a sneaky guy like TwoTime.

TwoTime

Passive: has multiple lives of low health, 100-> 200-> 300-> 500. 1100 total. Each stage giving buffs to attacks. On last 500 life, attacks against them deal halved damage. They enter next stage immediately after “dying”

On kill regain half/quarter? Of that survivor’s max health

LMB: basic attack, 10-> 20-> 30-> 35 damage. (?)

Q: long ranged, throws dagger, 2 charges before going on cooldown, if they aren’t used consecutively/ within 5? Seconds of each other go on cooldown

E: Focuses vision in their spawn eye, gain blindness (screen monochromatic too) reveal aura of nearest survivor and the survivor with the lowest hp. For 5secs?

R: lunges forward, distance grows with each life lost 40dmg

F: carves respawn point into ground, any survivors or them standing near or it makes it so they lose hp, stops losing hp from this on last life and instead gains speed.

Why?:

Passives: They’re based on respawning so a mechanic where they die to get stronger seemed cool, it also forces sentinels to balance when they go to stun her so they don’t accidentally buff them to hell and back.

If they’re constantly losing hp they might accidentally die so regaining some health upon death and reflects gaining a new life sacrificing others.

Q: I had no ideas for a ranged attack, I dunno something quick seemed nice lol.

E: the usual person revealing thing, monochrome vision to reflect the spawn

R: probably could scare someone with how far this could eventually get and how fast. Kind of like a sneak attack like they did to Azure.

F: more culty stuff and a way to lose hp in round without sentinels, more people on the spawn point faster they lose health/ more speed they gain. Speed, reflects their want to keep doing these sacrifices for their religion and I guess eagerness.

[finniestoncrane]

Sherrif Finnie! Unsure if you'll take anonymous outlaws but I am here to turn myself in! I'm a 5'6" lady, demisexual, 30s, chubby, cat mom, lover of all things DC and comic books in general. I'm really into horror media especially monsters, gardening, reading and writing, and video games. Friends refer to me as the mom friend and I love kids, which is why it's super weird I'm a criminal but the heart wants what the heart wants, two outlaws in love and on the run. Apparently I'm witty which usually shows up as sarcasm, though normally I'm incredibly shy and quiet until I'm comfortable which is why I'm hiding behind anon. Been told I'm smart but I'm very forgetful, blame the ADHD. I'm introverted and claustrophobic. I feel awkward listing nice things about myself so I'll leave it there.

Turned myself in because I love your writing and every time I see you post something I get all excited even if I don't know the Fandom since I know everything will be scrumptious quality. Congrats on the 3k followers! I hope I did this right lmao

Bane x Anon a/n: anon! absolutely i'll take anonymous outlaws hehehe, i'm picturing you coming in with a bandana on your face lol and thank you so much, you are so sweet and i appreciate it so much!! ;-; main event post • event masterlist • tag: finnie3k • main masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞

I know your partner! He's on our wanted list, see? Bounty poster right there on the wall! Bane!! The big guy, almost impossible to take down unless you've got a team of twenty men!

I've heard all about you two, almost the kind of story you'd read in those terrible 'outlaw' propoganda pieces. Not quite love at first sight, for you any way, but the longer you spent together, the more entwined you became (romantically and criminally).

At least you two can say you never hurt any innocent kids. Quite the opposite in fact. You've both been reported on separate occasions as putting yourself in danger of being caught to make sure any children around are safe. Morals, huh? That won't save you! I don't care how many people come in here telling me that both of you have helped them out of a rough patch when you came across them in need, you're still getting locked up!

Makes sense that you'd choose him, as monstrous as he is. We can't remember the last time we saw anything as big as him come through town. Scared a lot of our men. You got a preference for something big, bad and scary I reckon. God only knows what kind of herbs or mushrooms or snake oil that man has been ingesting, but he is terrifying.

And I see you've both been noted as being kinda forgetful, hitting the same places twice? According to him, it's the effect of whatever he's taking. Smart enough that he figured out the identity of that bastard vigilante out there, but his brain is deterorating faster than he learns. Your excuse? Scatterbrain? I can see why you're so perfect together then. The two of you complement each other. He's loud and brash and unafraid to speak out, you're quiet, unnassuming, planning and scheming. No doubt you're both intelligent though, if only you could remember to stay away from banks where the security is already heightened.

Interesting note here: you two seem to prefer the wide open spaces of the plains. Camping out under the stars? Romantic, I suppose. We'll make sure to give you a big cell, that way the two of you have plenty of room. Consider it a gift for handing yourself in.

Enjoy your stay here at the county jail, we'll be bringing your partner in just as soon as we have handcuffs big enough for him!

[amalthea-fictions]

Don’t Mess with MC

Summary: When Sebastian hears about MC’s encounter with a bully her first day in Beasts Class, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

A/N: Inspired by this post from @hogwartslegacypics and some of the comments there! The bully’s name is a play on “Leighton Lawley” from The Raven and the Snake by choccy-milky 😅 Hope you enjoy!

“There she is!”

Sebastian flashes MC a wide smile as she jogs over from across the courtyard. Even without being able to see, Ominis can sense the way Sebastian instantly perks at the girl’s presence.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” MC apologizes, setting her things down and taking a seat on the stone bench next to Sebastian.

“Not at all,” says Ominis.

“Got held up in Beasts Class, did you?” Sebastian makes the inquiry through his first bite of his lunch.

“Not quite,” MC says, pulling her own food from her pack. “I made a new friend, actually.”

Sebastian dramatically flourishes his hand against his chest. “What, Ominis and I not good enough for you?”

MC laughs and shakes her head. “Don’t be silly. The two of you are invaluable to me.”

“Best not to exaggerate, lest it go straight to Sebastian’s head,” Ominis tuts. Sebastian smacks his shoulder.

“It’s not an exaggeration, though!” MC insists.

“Thank you!” Says Sebastian. “At least someone here has my side.”

“Do go on, then,” Ominis prods, ignoring Sebastian. “I, for one, would like to hear about your Beasts Class.”

“Mm,” MC nods through a mouthful of food. “Yes. I was partnered with Poppy Sweeting, who was very kind to me. She even let me keep her brush.”

“Wow, Poppy gave you her beasts brush?” Sebastian says. “You must’ve made quite the impression on her.”

“Indeed. Poppy has a…” Ominis hesitates, finding the polite word. “Reputation for her love of beasts in the school.”

“Hm, perhaps that’s why we hit it off,” MC speculates.

“How do you mean?” Sebastian asks.

“Well, there were some awful bullies picking on a Kneazle—”

Sebastian leans forward. “Bullies?”

“Yes,” MC nods, continuing her lunch. “They were trying to steal a whisker from the thing. Poppy defended the creature, but they mocked her for it. So I stepped in and told them they really weren’t clever for it.”

Sebastian sets his jaw. “Who were they?”

MC quirks her lips. “I’m not entirely sure— I think it was Leight something?”

“Leightly Lawton,” Ominis offers.

“Yes, that was him. Awful fellow.”

Sebastian hums to himself, his brow furrowed. MC had won Crossed Wands, yes, but he had heard the rumors that it was only through his help. Not many people in the school are aware of how talented MC truly is— how, on top of her unyielding kindness and patience, she is an incredibly talented and powerful force, truly in her own league. Out of all the students in the entire school, even 7th years, he wouldn’t pick anyone else he’d want to have his back clearing out a cave full of spiders. And yet, idiots like Lawton would be unkind because of stupid rumors.

“You said you have a Rudimentary Beasts Class, yes?” He asks.

“That’s right,” MC nods. “Why?”

“Oh, just wondering.”

• • • • •

“Professor Weasley, do you have a moment? I’d like to discuss enrolling in the Rudimentary Beasts Class.”

Professor Weasley dips her quill in ink and continues scrawling on the parchment in front of her. “Rudimentary Beasts Class, you say?”

Sebastian nods. “Yes ma’am.”

She finishes her sentence in the menial report for Professor Black and looks up to the boy. “If I recall correctly, Mr. Sallow, you completed your Introductory Beasts Class in third year with no issues.”

Sebastian offers her a charming smile. “That’s correct. However, with O.W.L.’s right around the corner, I am finding I could stand to be refreshed on all I learned third year.”

Matilda sets down her quill and folds her hands. “And you believe you are truly in need of such refreshers, Mr. Sallow?”

He nods earnestly. “Indeed. For example, MC had to recently remind me that spiders are not actually insects.”

Ah, there it is— the real reason behind the request. After years of working as Hogwarts faculty, Matilda has had quite enough practice schooling her expression. So her neutral face went unchanged at the mention of MC’s name. But she wondered how oblivious students thought their faculty truly were, to assume that they wouldn’t catch on to how often the Sallow twin and the new fifth year were seen together, smiling sweetly at each other, laughing and sharing lunches…

However, enrolling in an additional class certainly wasn’t the worst request to make, and Sallow could certainly handle his schoolwork when he actually wanted to pursue something.

“Spiders as insects? My, that is quite discomforting,” Professor Weasley raises her eyebrows. “But are you certain you can handle the additional course in your schedule, Mr. Sallow?”

“Yes ma’am. I think if anything it will be good to keep me occupied with more schoolwork. Staying out of detention, and all that.”

Clever boy. Couldn’t argue with that. “Very well, Mr. Sallow. I will add the Rudimentary Beasts Class to your schedule. However, please note that the second your marks drop, we will revisit this conversation.”

“Of course, Professor. Thank you.”

Matilda doesn’t miss the way that he smiles brightly as he leaves, and heads straight in the direction of MC’s Common Room.

• • • • •

Sebastian wakes up early to make sure he’s the first one to Beasts Class. (Something Ominis would add to his list of ‘things Sebastian does for MC’ to tease him over, later on).

As the class time approaches, the students begin trickling in. Poppy goes straight to the Kneazle pens to feed them. Everett shuffles in begrudgingly, still recovering from a bought of the flu that kept him out of classes even in spite of Sharp’s Pepperup potions. And finally—

“Sallow?” Even from the entry of the pavilion, Sebastian can see the way Lawton’s throat works at the sight of his new classmate.

“Ah, Leight!” Sebastian smiles— but his eyes narrow and expression darkens. “I’ve just transferred into this class. Wonderful, isn’t it?”

Lawton swallows. “Yes, a pleasure. But, um, what made you transfer?”

Sebastian smiles and says, “No reason in particular,” but his icy glare says otherwise.

The boy waits for Sebastian to elaborate. Instead, Sebastian maintains eye contact until Lawton begins to shuffle nervously. Finally, he awkwardly moves to his desk. Sebastian follows him with his gaze, making the bully squirm. Until—

“Sebastian?!”

He snaps towards the voice. MC is beaming as she enters the pavilion, framed in sunlight trickling down through the surrounding trees.

Sebastian utterly melts at the sight.

“Are you in my beasts class now?” MC inquires, ecstatic.

“Indeed I am,” he smiles to her—and, this time his eyes filled with nothing but warmth. Lawton would not fail to notice the difference.

She sets her things down beside Sebastian, and he happily makes room for her. As she settles and unpacks her things, Sebastian leans over her.

“Are these all of the materials I’ll need for class?” He asks, one arm framing her figure as he gestures to her brush and kibble.

“I believe so, but mind I’m still relatively new as well,” she says. As she speaks, Sebastian isn’t looking at her. He’s slowly turning his head to lock eyes with Lawton.

“Are these things any different from when you took the class in third year?” MC asks, rummaging through her bag for her quill.

Sebastian is still wrapped around her. “Oh,” he says, looking directly at Lawton. “I think this time around will be much different.”

Sebastian is sure that if Lawton were to retract into his shirt collar any further, he would become a turtle.

“Oh, but wait!” MC gasps, looking up. “If you’re my partner, there will be an uneven amount of students. I don’t want Poppy to be alone again.”

“Actually, there will not be an odd number of students,” says a new voice from behind them both.

Sebastian and MC spin around.

“Natty!” MC exclaims. “You’re in this class now, too?”

Natty clasps her hands together and smiles. “I am. I am happy that we can be here together.”

“Me too!”

Sebastian and Natty lock eyes. The small smirk on Natty’s face may have been lost to MC as her just being happy to be there, but it was a loud and clear signal to Sebastian.

“Actually, MC,” he says, “I think you probably couldn’t have a more knowledgeable partner than Poppy Sweeting for this class. I think you would be better off to stay with her.”

“Oh,” MC tilts her head, “will you and Natty partner then?”

“Actually, I think it would be best to differentiate, so that the new students are not together,” Natty says thoughtfully.

“Exactly!” Sebastian follows up loudly. “I can partner with Leightly. We are in the same house, after all.”

“And I will take Leightly’s previous partner,” says Natty.

Sebastian casts a wicked smile and waves with fake enthusiasm to Lawton— who has gone completely pale.

Poppy enters the pavilion and MC moves to excitedly explain how all of her friends are now in the same class together. Sebastian takes the opportunity to stride over to his new partner.

Lawton flinches as Sebastian throws his arm over the boy’s shoulder.

“This is going to be a fantastic semester, don’t you think, Leightly?”

[terrence-silver]

How would Terry (all eras) react to beloved wanting sex while heavily pregnant? (Like say 7-8 months)

Another post on Pregnant Sex here:

---

― Twig does it, but you have to understand he fusses the whole time. He's young. He's boyish. He has his many, many demons and they're all still fresh. He has an undeniable innocence to himself still too. He's raw. He feverishly inquires whether it hurts, whether you're comfortable, apologies countless times over nothing at all, he's all fingers and thumbs, asks time and time again whether you're absolutely sure of this even though you were the one who suggested it, adjusts the pillow under his beloved's head, soothes them, hugs them, is infinitely concerned throughout the whole act and he undoubtedly needs more comfort and aftercare than the actual pregnant partner involved, if that's at all possible; oh, but he wants to please --- tremendously, more than anything, practically vibrating at the thought of being so close to the two people who so wholly belong to him --- but there's always this shadow of a doubt hanging over him like a dark cloud that he'll do something wrong, and for the lack of a better word, mess up royally. Injure beloved. Injure their unborn kid. Something that'll be his fault the way it always is. Something he'll never be able to take back. You see, he sees only the worst of outcomes here and he's overthinking wildly, already envisioning hospital beds and beloved miscarrying their baby. PTSD kicking in, he undoubtedly cuts the sex short half way through it on his own accord with a million 'I'm sorry''s added to the mix while he cradles his own face in his hands. He really is sorry. But, he fears losing control and being responsible for what could happen if he makes a mistake and it overshadows an otherwise sweet moment and everything about it. Regardless of his genuine anguish though --- which really is genuine, by the way --- Twig is probably hard as hell throughout the entire outpouring of regret even as it happens.

― In the 80's on the other hand, Terry Silver's the one suggesting sex while beloved's heavily pregnant and you better believe it. It is his idea. His very own brainchild. His own vision coming to light. His agenda. He has his eyes on the prize the minute beloved's body starts changing, swelling up, becoming more rounded and even long before that --- in fact, man's probably fantasized and schemed about it since day one, placing his bets on a long con like a lecherous snake. He thinks few things are hotter, if anything at all, than pounding into someone already his so fully that their very physique are hormones are changing thanks to him. Due to him. All for him. Due to what he did to beloved --- and what he'll continue doing too. It is the ultimate act of control. Of possession. Something straight out of the animal kingdom. Claiming and re-claiming time and time again. And yes, it gets him irrationally horny. Downright feral. Because he did that. Him alone. And he'll do it again. And he'll do it while it's in the process of happening. Pre pregnancy. During it. And after it. Always. Thing is, he likes it. Takes relish in it. In the entirety of beloved's form, not just the sexual aspect of it. He likes the weight gain. Their ballooning. Their sensitivity. Limited movement. Their cravings. Appetites. Their scent. How they glow. How they waddle. How they ache. How they feel when he's inside of them. How their limbs are sore and heavy and all the ways he can personally stretch them, massage them and alleviate their pain and simultaneously enjoy it too in all it's fragility, devoted, meticulous sadist that he is. Fucking while pregnant is only just the beginning. The whole state of pregnancy is undoubtedly so alluring to Terry that in no time at all after giving birth, beloved finds themselves knocked up again in double quick time. Whoops.

― Undeniably, being old himself, Terry Silver at a more advanced age sees the indescribable allure of beloved quite literally glowing with life and fertility at this stage, contrasts and all. Swollen with his legacy. Swollen with health. Vigor. Being at the prime and peak of themselves. He doesn't just want to fuck them, he wants his hands all over them, lingering, languid, caressing the curved outline of their belly, taking them in, looking them up and down, admiring them, every part of them, unable to contain his smile, wishing and intending to burn all of this into his memory, relishing in every change, every fluctuation --- everything that occurred thanks to him. He wants to consume them whole. He does everything with his eyes long before he does it with his body, regret and desire intermingling while a million thoughts race through his mind how he yearns he had this much sooner. Years or even decades ago. As such, the act of having sex with beloved while pregnant is not only incredibly erotic, it is also somehow simultaneously very tragic to him, very jubilant, very triumphant and yet completely heart wrenching (and even anger inducing) because he might be inside of beloved, yes, but he might just simultaneously also be calculating whether he'd see his child grow up. Graduate. Say his name. Whether he'll actually have time to teach them all the things he wants to teach them and the idea of not having control over this --- well, it's infuriating. It makes him feral. Sexually frustrated. It makes him want beloved all the more. It makes him want to burry himself so deep inside of them until they're one, and nothing and nobody can separate them, causing him to enjoy and hyperfocus on every sensation like it could be his very last. Naturally, the way he fucks beloved due to it, oh, it's possibly the most intense, passionate sex of their life.

[lowtierfiction]

DATING SMOKE HEADCANONS

So my friend got me back into Siege, and of course, it kick-started my old hyperfixation on the characters and lore back into gear. So now, I have an OC and many more OC concepts, a Canon/OC one shot in the works, and now I’ve written these Smoke x Reader Headcanons. Which is a tad odd, he’s never really stuck out to me but these surprisingly came easy to me. Now I just have to hope these are good enough to feed the starving R6S fandom on here.

Content: GN!Reader, Fluff, Angst at the end, potential break-up

˖ ݁𖥔.────── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖

It’d take a long while for Smoke to think about approaching you when he realizes he’s in love. Not anything against you — it’s about his daughter. After he had adopted her, he had sworn off dating, or at the very least, he put a whoooole lot of restrictions on himself.

He’s already gone a lot due to his work, he doesn’t want to overwhelm her by returning with a partner in tow. So he takes his time, testing the waters, he wants to make sure you’d be a good fit, because it’s not just about him, it’s about his daughter as well.

When you come to him about your feelings, he’d feel SO relieved, like a weight had been lifted off his chest. Honestly, he spent so much time worrying about if you and his daughter would mesh well, he’d forgotten to think about himself in the matter. Hearing you tell him you like him the same has his heart soaring and he almost kisses you the second your confession leaves your pretty lips.

Loves calling you pet names, some are definitely the same ones he calls his gas grenades, such as “Beauty” and “Babe”, but also loves calling you his “Love”. Does call you ridiculous ones too, which are based on your silly moments together.

Handsy mf. Loves resting his hand on your hip, your back, your thighs, your ass— Hugging you is also a constant in your relationship; he loves snaking his arms around you from behind and placing gentle kisses to the back of your neck. Guaranteed to wrap an arm around your shoulders when you sit together.

Pairs it with low whispers of compliments all the time. May God save you if you have a voice kink, because he will 100% exploit it.

Nothing makes him happier than seeing you and his daughter get along when he does finally introduce you two after a year or so of dating. It had been a stressor for him as the two of you grew more and more close, so seeing you two get along brought him so much more relief and only solidified that he had fallen for the right person with you.

In addition, he now has a second opinion when he’s picking up gifts for his daughter, and thank God he does, because some of the things he’s grabbing has you questioning how the hell he hasn’t gotten any concerned visits, but also explains so much about his daughter. Like father, like daughter.

Now, Nighthaven. It’s honestly a make or break for the two of you, depending on the outcome. When Kali brings him and the others to Nighthaven, he’ll nudge you to join out of curiosity. Once he gets sold on Nighthaven, he’d bring the conversation up rather bluntly, even if it does make his heart sink at the potential of losing you. Best to get it out of the way, right? Joining Nighthaven is almost a must for him, he won’t budge on that, Kali had made him promises he couldn’t deny when it came to both his work life and personal life regarding his daughter. The only road bump is you and your relationship.

If you join Nighthaven, then there’s really no issue. You two can stay together, working under the same organization, with even more freedom than before. With the new found free time, he takes you and his, well now yours too, daughter out on more vacations. If he had to convince you to join, rather than you joining of your own volition, he’d worry he had pressured you to join an organization you didn’t want to. It takes him to drop the guilty conscience he has about it.

But if you decide to stay in Rainbow, then things get complicated. Obviously he wants to stay together, you’d been the best partner he’s ever had and his daughter was absolutely attached to you. But working for two different organizations, who now hated each other by the way, would make it difficult to continue. And ultimately, he is a father first. It hurts him to break things off, and it sours his first few months at Nighthaven, because every moment he’s not furthering his gas grenades and tech, his mind’s on you, wondering if he made the right decision. It doesn’t help that his daughter was devastated when he came home for the first time without you. It only makes him question himself more.

Ultimately, he sticks to his guns, considering he doubts Rainbow would let him back in. After the first year, he moved on, as hard as it was. His daughter eventually does too. You’re still a sore spot for the two of them, but they manage, even if their house now feels emptier than usual with you gone.

˖ ݁𖥔.────── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖

[coffins-flowers]

Day 6: Pocky challenge

Storytime:

This one’s longer. Decided to give this one a bit more time and care than the rest.

July heat came and with it invitation for Uppercrusts and relatives yearly family gathering. Bradley asked Max to come with him for bravery sake; he knew it’ll be humiliating meeting.

First person to greet was Bradleys oldest sister Felicity. She was tall, blonde woman with fierce blue eyes and hypnotizing long hair down to half of her hips, her nose was even smaller than brothers.

”Good to see you two I guess. Are you sure it is a good idea to bring your boy into this circus tent?”

”All we have to survive is closest family”

”As every year… I’m going to Claire, you’ll find me near her or other cousins” Felicity came closer to Bradley and whispered „If Victor will say anything go straight to me”

”I’m not a child”

”But he is an idiot. Can you believe he thought he can disown you despite last will?”

”Not only him”

”Oh yeah. Our dear mother in law, the saint of the saints”

”I will go to others ok?”

”If you want~”

Gathering was going rather smoothly. Some were opposed of Maximilian being near them, some were more than thrilled to finally meet ‚a partner’ although it was a shock for everyone that Bradley meant ‚boyfriend’ by that. In the meantime Max also met younger siblings of Bradley - half-sister Emma was shy, short haired dark brunette with hazel eyes. Opposite to Felicity she was rather thick and very short. She’s only 14 after all, she has time. Her expression was an enigma to Max, her eyes weren’t as wild as ‚genetic’ Uppercrusts, but weren’t gloomy either. This eyes - as well as her as a whole - were apathetic and bland as if Emma wanted to blend in as much as she could. Dylan on the other hand, the youngest brother and favourite child had everything Bradley and Felicity were jealous of - his hair had similar lenght as Bradley’s, but were pure, light blonde, not ‚dirty’ blonde like some refer to Felicity’s hair. His eyes were also almond shaped, but more delicate and the color blue was lighter and richer unlike ‚dirty’ blue Bradley and Felicity used to hear from their mother, his nose small but not too small, his character was charming, but wasn’t a ‚wild horse whom must be beaten’ as uncles would refer to Dylans siblings.

Now came time for unavoidable. Victor. That green-eyed, dark-haired snake. As soon as his sight caught the two, he appeared behind them with devilish smirk.

”Well, well, well…” older half-brother started „… who do we have here? Have you lost last remains of your dignity? Bringing that… rat between us.”

”If I read correctly, I can bring anyone I want. Isn’t it right Victor?”

Brothers face got red and lips disfigured grotesquely.

”You think it’s so funny huh? Showing around your deviancy and sick fetishes?”

”Seems like it’s you problem considering no one else minds my partners presence except you. When we are at the topic of fetish tho- weren’t you the one who blew up a yacht party by begging random girls to strangle you?”

„Bradley. Maybe we should go.” Max felt that atmosphere is getting out of hand.

”Not now.”

”Let’s go to Felicity ok?” Labradoodle held Bradley’s hand trying to pull him away

”It’s NOT a big deal.” Bradley shoved his arm and glared at Max.

”Better listen to your boy-toy playboy and go back to sissy”

”HOW did you call him!?” Bradley almost jumped on Victor with fury. His boyfriend was the only thing holding him from beating him in front of everyone.

”C’mon Bradley. Go.” Max gripped Brad and tried to pull him back again.

”Fffine” Chodsky pes barely hissed through teeth. Victor was shouting other things but Bradley muted himself. He felt sudden lost of any strenght.

The rest of the day went slowly. Not good in any means But at least not tragic. Maximilian was tired of many dramas and humors from Bradleys family. It made him look beaten down. He and Bradley went to their bedroom to calm down.

(Bradley)

I’ve seen this face several times now. Depressed and lost. Max tends to get drained from stuff like that, it’s not his enviroment and totally out of his element. I’m still mad at myself that I let my family say so many bitter words towards him, but what was I expecting?

„I will make you wish you stayed shut” still rings in my ears after all those months. I admit - I blew the fact that Victor knows about us out of proportions. Feli is right, I get driven by emotions too quickly and too strong, I still am a lost child near my older siblings.

All I can do now is try to make my dear Max feel better. Glad I bought perfect sweet for that occasion.

”Hey, Max! How do you feel?”

”I’m… okay”

”Are you suuuuurrrrreeee~” Time for special maneuver. Getting close face to face and kissing on the cheek.

”Yeah. I’m pretty sure” Then why are you preparing to rot in the bed? Dumbass.

”Yeah. Totally” Now for maneuver number 2. Lay with him and boop his nose.

”If you want to piss me off and feel bad than congratulations! You did it!” he sat rapidly

”Knew that.”

”Knew what!?”

”You always get all shy and timid and than blow within seconds when something is wrong”

”Wow. After 8 months you get so good at deciphering my every move”

”So… if you won’t tell at least lay with me a bit more. I got cemented into this bed now”

”You really are insufferable”

Manouver number 3- reach my arms to him, palms signalizing to lay on me and cuddle

”I know~”

Max snuggled into me and sighted loudly. It was his time to lay in quiet a little bit. Of course after maybe five minutes I’ll give him pocky. Faster if I’ll get bored and will let him win in one competition.

(Max)

Bradley started looking for something in his bag. I’m too tired to care honestly, today was a nightmare. Just thinking it’s going to be like that every time makes me sick. Oh man are those pocky!? I love pocky!

”Ever heard of pocky challenge babe?” Bradley asked

”Not really.”

”It’s easy. We take opposite ends of the same pocky, eat it, and than meet in the middle. The one who breaks the kiss loses.”

”Seems fine”

”Soo. Wanna try?”

”*sight* Why not.”

We started in kinda awkward position, looking at each other. Bradley started pulling slowly, we went head to head, I got focused on eating my end of the stick. We are almost in the middle, just let me swallow my part OOP.

Bradley sealed a kiss with me, just lips touching for now. After short while I felt his tongue pressing on me, it was nice as always, his french kisses always make me forget about the world, his hands around me pulling me towards his well-built chest, Bradley jumps on my hips, head above me, my hands are on autopilot going up and down one playing with those beautiful, soft hair, the other caressing sculpted back, oh the delicacy, the love, he makes me feel like the most important person in the world. Bradley pushes me down on a mattress and continues the unbroken pleasure. I feel him getting up a little above me, his hair still gently touching my skin.

”You won.” he says while I see myself in his half closed eyes.

His smile is worth more than anything. (Even when he pisses me off to the moon and back).