#I could have flipping d i e d

[hyperfocusthusly]

Hey!!!💖💖😘

🍃🧚‍♀️🎧 for the ask game!

NAT!!!!! IM yelling, what is happening today????? All my babes showing up in my inbox 🥲 not my ST bestie who I wrote my first real fic for back in my harringrove time and kind of let me/supported my writing for the first time in my life???? Could not be her back with me now 🥺

🍃 biggest turn on

There is nothing for me quite like genuine attention, not to be horny on main, but you know when people remember little details about you? Or like are happy to do things with you that you love? People who ask real questions about your interests and remember your answers??? 😮‍💨

🧚‍♀️ what calms you down

In an ideal scenario my go tos would be;

- Unmasked stimming

- Weighted blanket

- Warm cup of tea

- TV show that doesn’t require any attention paid to it (usually a cooking programme of some kind, Masterchef Australia is always a winner here)

- Knowing I can be on my own without being disturbed while I let myself recalibrate

🎧 3 songs that pop up on your Spotify shuffle

1. Rapture Chaser - Spanish Love Songs

2. Behind Closed Doors - Rise Against

3. Bleed It Out - Linkin Park

Send me an ask, yes you 👀

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

chicken scratches ☆

synopsis : katsuki tries to surprise you...but he's taking too damn long !!

an. merry christmas(if you celebrate) n happy holidays yall !! i love my boyfriend as usual,,btw have yall seen that new hori art ??? dreamy sigh my man so stupid..

cw. itty bitty manga spoilers, but otherwise nun !!

when katsuki manages to hold a pencil again and write with his right hand, it looks absolutely horrendous.

switching from writing with their left hand then back to the right one would've been disorienting for most, and it probably was for him, but he didn't show it much aside from the occasional grumble and scoff at his trembling grip. nothing ever holds him back after all.

you sigh "can i—"

"no. don't look yet." katsuki has his back turned to you, sending you a sharp glare. hunched over his little piece of paper like how he'd hide his page from kaminari's peeking eyes during an exam, always so dramatic. he turns around with a huff and you snort with a roll of your eyes.

you had come over to his room after he’d told you to, mumbling out a quick “come over.” over the phone and hanging up before you could say a word.

and so here you were. waiting.

“katsukiiiiiiii—”

“shut up,” your boyfriend grunts, his scribbling sounds harsher, in a bit more of a rush. “so damn impatient..”

“but i wanna see what you wrote !” you kick your legs up in the air, pouting at his back sitting in his office chair. “i’ve been waiting for decades to see you write with that arm again.”

katsuki scoffs out a snarky laugh “yeah, well how do you think i feel ?” you groan, whining at his dark joke, he laughs again. “just stay put. ‘m..almost done.” he trails off, focusing back on his surprisingly long task.

you do know that despite being able to use his arm again, it had gone slow—surely, but really slowly. then again, he originally wouldn’t have been able to use that arm at all, so you’ll honestly take anything.

but the excitement is getting to you, and you really wanna see what he wrote ! so slowly, surely, you quietly try to sneak the short distance to his desk to peek behind his shoulder. however, your boyfriend has some crazy spider senses.

he sighs “if i turn around and you’re not sittin’ your ass on the bed i’ll—HEY !”

busted. katsuki catches you mid creep, so close to seeing his paper until he swiftly turns in his chair. he reaches out with his left hand, reflexively, and grabs a hold of your arm.

“you can’t ever just—do what you’re fuckin’ told ! knew you were being too damn quiet ! ” he complains between gritted teeth, trying to wrestle you away from him.

“i just—wanna see !” you shriek. when he suddenly remembers he can use his right hand again, and it almost feels nostalgic the way he jams it in your side to tickle you, dropping his pencil in the process. you think you hear it rolling on the floor, but your own noises of surprise overpowered the sound. he’d really gotten better at using that arm again, you could cry if your boyfriend wasn’t actively trying to shove his entire hand inside your ribs and push you away.

during the light scuffle, his hurried movements magically make the paper fly away with a harsh whip of his arm and a gust of wind, you thank every god when you notice it, just a second before he does. you’re half sure the world slowed down as you slide down to the floor and clutch the piece of paper in your grasp like the fate of the world depended on it.

the little piece of paper makes your heart jump, with its crumpled up edges and wonky writing and all.

I love you

both the o’s are too long, his u trails off towards the end and the e looks like he'd written it with the pencil in his mouth. it looks nothing like his usual handwriting.

but it was him, unmistakably, undeniably him and all of him and all of his efforts. all his efforts coming down to this. being able to write i love you and to show you.

your heart does more than jump, it restarts in your chest.

harshly, your flipped over by katsuki. he’s red all the way down to his neck and his eyebrows twitch angrily. but his hands, both his hands are gripping your cheeks hard and pulling at them and you can’t help but laugh.

“little shit. can never jus’ lemme be romantic..” he pouts, pouts like the adorable tryharding asshat he is, and you’re so so happy. your cheeks hurt cus he's tugging at them but his right thumb is digging into your cheek. you can feel the little callous on his middle finger because he holds his pencil with too much pressure on it.

“you’re so adorable.” it tumbles out between a watery laugh before you can stop it, katsuki’s jaw ticks and he gets even redder if that was even possible—he uses his right hand to squish your nose shut mid breath so your ears pop.

“shut it, shut up. ya ruined everything.” ducking down, his teeth make contact with your cheek and your chin knocks against his when you jump with a little scream. "i literally just finished. was just about to hand it to you, but noooo—everythin' has to go your way.." he angrily mumbles into your neck.

you press a kiss to his nape and he stiffens "i'm sorry for ruining your perfect surprise." he scoffs, biting at your shoulder. "i'm really happy though, it was unfortunately very worth it."

"you're a fuckin' fiend." he spits out, and you really can't help but laugh "love you too." you snort out, and his hands, both of them squeeze your sides hard, your cheeks hurt and you can't help but laugh.

[karinasbaby]

yang jungwon — sea salt.

P. princess!reader x pirate!jungwon (17+) | W. unprotected sex, jungwon is mean asf in the beginning, petnames (doll, angel, baby,princess), mentions of maids & jake, cursing, hair pulling, mentions of proposals? teasing, cockwarming, both jungwon & reader r in love, scandalous behaviour ngl, breeding kink with jungwon, idk about the rest | WC. 2.3k | A,N. this one’s for @intromortal pls accept my pirate jungwon cuz i wrote this for u (the other jungwon variants should be worked on soon pls pray for that) everyone say thank u nia & hana for this :D !!

p.s this was b a r e l y proofread !!

“did you hear that the princess got a new proposal?” the helper whispered quietly, right hand covering the side of her mouth cautiously from the guards standing around the halls. “when does she not?” the other helper besides her rolled her eyes at her friend’s words.

“i wonder how long it’ll be till his majesty chooses a husband for her.” she chuckled making the shorter one’s eyebrows furrow in dislike, “i don’t think he will, he still has a soft spot for our princess.” her eyes lowered to the marble floors beneath her feet in thought.

“isn’t this her eighth proposal though?” her hands held the baskets of fabrics closer to her hips, “ever since she turned of age her personality changed.” snickering, she quickened her pace to finally grace the knitting and tailoring wing of the castle, passing past the doors of your own sacred chambers.

“she has not! she’s just… conflicted over the proposals i assume.” the helper argued as she tried to match the steps of her friend’s, lowering her voice by a bunch when she walked past your gates.

where your head was stuffed against your satin pillows, one large veiny hand covering your mouth to silence your whimpers as your lover’s movements came to a stop once he heard the womens’ voices outside.

“eight proposals huh?” jungwon laughed right besides your ear, his grip loosening when their bickering became distant, he leaned down to press a searing kiss behind your ear, his sweaty body pressed against your warm one, tangled between your silk sheets. “when were you planning to tell me, angel?” his hot breath fanned your shoulders making you shiver beneath him.

“s-soon.. i was g-going to tell you soon.” you choked out, trying to ignore the leap in your heart as your secret was revealed, while also trying to ignore the fact that jungwon was buried to the hilt inside of you as he spoke to you almost casually.

“hmm… what are you gonna do?” he hummed, his hips gradually beginning to thrust back into you again, he moved back and forth, back and forth making the squelching sounds of your previous releases resonate in the chamber, your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as you gasped at the feeling of his cock practically massaging your dripping walls that sucked him deeper and deeper in.

“you’re not gonna accept those, obviously.” he chuckled, speaking like it was the most clear decision to take, his hands tightened around you at the mere thought of you accepting said proposals, who dared to even think of having a chance with you in the first place?

sure your relationship would be controversial, probably flip the whole kingdom upside down at the news of the dear, beloved sweet princess whom everyone loved and adored dating a pirate.

the son of the most dangerous pirate at that.

it wasn’t like anyone from your own family knew, as the second anyone would find out about the remaining aroma of sea salt wafting around your room relating to a pirate and not a new fragrance you’ve been investing in, all hell would break loose.

and you weren’t putting your or jungwon’s life at risk like that. no matter how deep your love and desire for him ran through your veins, the louder the desperate calls of your heart for his presence became, you could never risk announcing your sweet love affair to the kingdom.

and though jungwon did not fit the typical or known standards for pirates at all, the mean demeanour, greedy mindset and rogue personality was a complete opposite of jungwon’s loving, intimidating and charismatic nature.

he was everything you prayed for, every tinge of detail that you hoped you’ll find in the princes and mayors that proposed to you.

he was protective, with his manly and dauntless personality, he drew you in to his life. carefully luring you into the trap of his love. the sweet souled princess that fell head over heels for a pirate that wouldn’t even think twice of risking the whole world for her.

and just as in love you were with jungwon, the same applied to him if not much more, the young pirate who had been eyeing you for years by now, couldn’t believe his luck when he finally realised you reciprocated his feelings which he believed were fruitless.

he knew that the second his calloused, rough fingers brushed against your own soft and delicate skin, he was yours and you were his.

“what do you think their reaction will be like if they knew their pretty, innocent princess was getting fucked by a pirate every night, hm?” he mocked, pushing his head closer to yours so he can lick a long, tantalising stripe around the shell of your ear, making you whimper as he began to roll his hips in delicious circular movements.

“getting bred by a pirate’s dick so well every night. fuck— wonder what they’ll think when i finally knock you up and everyone questions who the dad is.” cursing behind you, he slithered one hand between your connected bodies to toy with your swollen clit, the contact instantly making you shake under his buff form.

“what are you gonna say then, doll? gonna tell them about how you couldn’t help it? gonna tell them about how wet your pretty little cunt got for me?” he teased and mocked and taunted you making tears rush down your cheeks and drop one by one onto the sheets, your body felt like it was lit ablaze with his slow, demeaning thrusts that only made your climax build up quicker. your hands gripped around the thin expensive fabric that was coated in both of your sweat and shimmering arousal.

his hand then lowered to cup your dripping pussy making you mewl onto the blanket you pushed closer to your mouth to silence yourself, “gonna tell them about how this princess couldn’t handle me? sucking me in and milking me so well, isn’t she, angel girl?” chuckling next to you, his smile only widened at your sniffles. deciding to completely stop all of his thrusts and only focusing on your throbbing clit, his middle and ring finger moved in mouth watering circles while his cock twitched inside of your snug walls.

you gasped as he began to litter your shoulders and back in countless bites and kisses, altering between sucking your skin and licking against your neck as he relished in the way your legs shook under him the tighter the coil in your stomach became, “don’t even dare to cum without my permission.” he quickly warned in a whisper, “or else i’ll fuck you till the next morning.” suddenly, you heard the footsteps of a different maid echoing outside of your chambers, from the familiar whistle you recognised her as the head maid who always came to check on you.

especially during the early mornings.

you froze under jungwon’s hold, he quickly realised the second he noticed the approach of a bunch of footsteps and decide to chuckle, humming as he focused on the way your breathing became irregular in panic and your walls tightening around him in anxiety making him groan, a sound he proudly let out loud to echo in the room making you gasp quietly in shock, “j-jungwon—“ “what, baby?” he quickly cut you off, his smile widening the louder the sounds behind the door that hid your scandal became.

“jungwon! she’s coming h-here.” you whispered loudly, panic settling deeply into your veins at the thought of the head maid, an old woman who practically raised you, opening the door to the sight of the princess getting pounded into her royal mattress by a pirate. “wanna let her hear how loud your cunt gets for me then?” he let out a laugh after his own words, “jungwon—“ he didn’t allow you to finish your sentence that got cut off by a moan as he suddenly moved to rest atop his knees.

holding you tightly by your hips, he began to piston his dick inside of your sopping wet walls, you bit your own sheets to silence your moans from resonating inside the room, the only way your body was showing the amount of pleasure jungwon was forcing into it was by the tears that aligned your waterline, your shaking legs and the mixed wetness of your and jungwon’s release dripping down your entrance before getting pushed back inside of you when he thrusted back in.

“let them hear how wet your pretty pussy gets for me, doll.” he groaned, his hand reaching forward to grip tightly around your hair, the burn in your scalp making you whimper beneath him as he ordered you to listen. “listen to how bad your cunt wants me, baby.” his hand quickly moved to cover your mouth when your whimpers got louder, and comedically enough. he made you listen to the nasty squelching noises of his thrusts and your soaked pussy right when the knocks of the head maid against your door echoed in the room, “so greedy for me, right?”

you gasped in fear while jungwon just kept quickening his pace, making the sounds of sex curtain over the knocks at your door which came to a halt. the maid inevitably hearing the questionable noises echoing from the princess’ chambers, “f-fuck— jungwon please, we c-can’t-“ “can’t what, doll? can’t let them know that you’re about to get filled up with pirate cum, hm?” he teased, cooing once your tears from overstimulation and the pleasure raked over his hand that moved to caress your jaw gently.

he softly pulled your head back, making you turn to face him and allow him to see your reddened eyes and rosy cheeks, he pouted mockingly before quickly pecking your swollen lips, “don’t worry, baby. nothing’s gonna happen.” his soothing words were quickly forgotten when the head maid called out for you from behind the doors, “your highness, is everything alright?” her concerned voice made your sobs get muffled by jungwon’s continuous kisses.

“jungwon, please—“ “shhh doll, don’t worry. listen to me. everything’s gonna be okay, you trust me don’t you?” he reassured you, his voice turning gentler and softer as he began to ghost his fingers around your neck, “listen to me like the good girl that i know you are.” he smiled at you through his sweaty darkened locks and flushed face, his cat-like eyes blazing with adoration and lust for you when you nodded at his words, he continued thrusting inside of you, making sure to press his swollen tip for longer periods right against your warm cervix just to feel your breath get caught around his fingertips.

“now cum for me, angel girl.” he ordered while pressing a sweet kiss against your jaw, relishing in the way your weakened body instantly responded to his words by tightening and gushing around his dick, he growled quietly next to your ear while your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he continued fucking himself deeply into you.

with your intense release, you felt him reaching deeper and deeper inside of you the longer he kept fucking you through your orgasm, your broken whispers of his name caught his attention from the twisting handle of the doors to your rooms, that’s when he finally heard the long-awaited “madam! the princess is still resting. she asked me to delay her morning bath for until she wakes up and asks for you.” jake, the royal guard huffed breathlessly after rushing countless, gigantic royal corridors to reach and stop the head maid from entering your room.

where he knew jungwon was practically balls deep inside of you right now.

jungwon sighed heavily, finally losing himself in the feeling of your warm cunt engulfing his pulsing length perfectly, with the aftershocks of your orgasm finally subsiding allowing you to rest and relax against the sheets, jungwon lowered himself to litter multiple kisses around your jaw and the back of your neck while you regulated your breathing.

with him still so deep inside of you, he returned his hands to your hips and began to chase his own high, finding the way you mewled in overstimulation under him so endearing. “just a bit more, princess. you can take a bit more for me can’t you?” he questioned, his breathing heavy as he felt the neediness and arousal rushing through his veins for his much needed climax, he smiled in pride when you nodded with your eyes closed against the pillows, tightening around him purposefully to hear his sharp groans and to push him further towards the edge.

“taking me in so good. such a perfect princess for me.” he threw his head back, sweat droplets rolling one by one down his chiseled abdomen and buff form between his unbuttoned white, pirate shirt. his thighs flexed as he tasted his orgasm right on the tip of his tongue, the intense sensation making him close his eyes while he thrusted against your hips that began to bounce back on him.

“fuuuccck just like that, doll.” he praised, his words making you whimper against the pillows in pure exhaustion and overstimulation, you pushed against him just a few more times before his hands stilled your hips as he buried himself deep inside of you, emptying his load and painting your warm walls white completely. you both groaned at the fulfilling sensation before jungwon finally plopped down right next to you on your royal bed.

he quickly pulled you inside of his arms, noticing the way your eyes became droopy in slumber, you lifted your leg against his hips, making him smile lovingly at the silent ask, he gently pushed his sensitive length back inside of your drenched cunt, “the princess wants me inside of her so she can sleep again?” he asked, even with your eyes closed you could hear the smile in his voice. you nodded your head as he pulled you closer towards him, allowing you to feel him as deep and as close to you as possible. just the way he knew you needed.

“sleep well my princess.” with that final fatigued whisper from jungwon, you fell asleep in his embrace with no worries about the eight proposals, the head maid or the way you were going to have to word your next rejection.

while jungwon only wondered about where the fuck jake took the head maid.

a,note. i hope this did not disappoint any jungwon girlies 🤞 & to hana i know this wasn’t our original idea for pirate jungwon, i might have to make a diff post for the one we came up with cuz i love that one too ! thank u for reading :] !

[wendichester]

i feel like both the boys would be very warm and/or run very warm, they'd have heat almost radiating off them?? maybe it's the hypervigilance or worry of something going wrong that makes them and their blood on alert 😭

and oh to take advantage of that in both platonic or romantic ways; having them as your personal heaters, putting bare cold hands on their biceps / shoulders/ back and them freaking out and sometimes worrying like?? you sure you good? 😟

a girl can dream 🫒🔥

₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ cold hands,

summary. cold hands, warm bodies, an easy fix

pairing. dean winchester x reader ; sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 225 ; 390.

notes. but of course, they would be the best heaters. just sliding your hands up dean's back or stealing sam's clothes... ooof, that would be the d-r-e-a-m .ᐟ

The bunker’s kitchen was colder than usual, the kind of chill that seeped through the walls and settled deep in your bones. You shuffled in wearing your thickest socks and the fuzziest sweater you owned, but it still wasn’t enough.

Dean was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes with one hand while sipping coffee from a chipped mug in the other. The smell was comforting, but not nearly as comforting as the warmth radiating off him.

“Morning,” he grumbled, not even looking up as you approached.

“Morning,” you replied, your voice muffled by the steam rising from the griddle. Without much thought, you reached out and pressed your freezing hands against his back.

“Jesus Christ!” Dean jerked forward, almost spilling his coffee. “What the hell, sweetheart?”

You laughed, not even bothering to remove your hands. His body was like a furnace, the heat soaking into your palms instantly. “You’re so warm. I need this. Don’t move.”

Dean twisted to look at you over his shoulder, his brows furrowed but his lips twitching with amusement. “Are you sure you’re not dying? Your hands are like ice.”

“I��m fine,” you said, pressing closer. “You’re just my personal heater now. Accept it.”

Dean sighed dramatically, setting his coffee down. “You’re lucky I like you,” he muttered, leaning back slightly to let you soak up more of his warmth.

The bunker’s library was a sanctuary most days, but tonight, it was an icebox. You shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself as you wandered in, spotting Sam buried in a pile of books. He was sitting at the table, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his brow furrowed as he flipped through pages of an old tome.

“Hey,” you greeted, voice slightly muffled by the blanket draped over your shoulders.

Sam looked up, his warm hazel eyes softening when he saw you. “Hey. You okay? You look cold.”

“Because I am cold,” you replied, tugging the blanket tighter.

Sam frowned, his concern immediate. “You should’ve said something.”

“I figured I’d find you instead,” you teased, stepping closer.

Before he could reply, you slipped your icy hands onto his bare forearm. Sam jolted, eyes wide. “Whoa! Your hands are freezing!” He grabbed them gently, cradling your fingers between his much warmer palms. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, laughing softly at his reaction. “I’m fine, Sam. Just cold.”

Shaking his head, Sam released your hands only to reach for the hem of his sweater. “Here,” he said, tugging it off in one smooth motion and revealing a snug white T-shirt underneath. “Take this.”

You blinked in surprise as he held it out to you. “Sam, you don't have—”

“I have, and you will,” he interrupted, his tone firm but kind. “You’re freezing, and I’m fine.”

With a hesitant smile, you took the sweater. It was warm from his body heat and smelled faintly of his soap and shampoo. Pulling it over your head, you were instantly enveloped in his comforting warmth. The sleeves were comically long, nearly swallowing your hands, and the hem fell well past your hips.

“How do I look?” you asked, grinning as you did a little spin.

Sam chuckled, leaning back in his chair to take you in. “Like you raided my closet.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you replied, sinking into the chair across from him, the sweater already doing wonders to chase away the chill.

Sam smiled, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he returned to his book. “If you get cold again, just tell me, alright? Don’t freeze yourself trying to be tough.”

“Deal,” you said, tugging the oversized sleeves over your hands as you relaxed into the warmth.

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[kingofthe-egirls]

REWRITE: WHEN “IT” APPEARS

LUFFY x Y/N

original post

(cw: sex, lil bit of possessive luffy)

(a/n: i’m rewriting this over a year later! i wanted to rewrite the part one of this series that got deleted lmao rip)

words: 2.4k

***

You’re below deck, folding strips of canvas that are used to mend the sails. You’re humming to yourself, enjoying your task in one of the ship’s storerooms. You hear sandals tap tap tap out in the hallway, and it’s not long before the door swings open. Luffy is standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway’s amber light.

“What’s up, Lu?” You ask, smiling at your captain. You momentarily pause your movements, standing with the fabric held in both hands.

Luffy steps closer, and your smile falters. Luffy is breathing hard, his face a bright shade of pink. There’s a sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his hands are balled into fists.

“Luffy! What’s wrong?” You stow the fabric on one of the storeroom’s shelves, and turn to your captain.

His voice is low and ragged as he speaks.

“I feel weird.”

Luffy grimaces, his hand clenching in the red fabric of his vest.

“What kind of weird?” You ask, stepping closer. He’s gazing at you fiercely, drinking up the sight of you from toe to tip.

“I dunno…,” he trails off, licking his lips. His brown eyes are blown dark. “Like…like something’s wrong…”

Your eyebrows furrow together, concerned for your captain. “Should we get Chopper?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t want Chopper. Want you.”

You blink.

“Me? Why?”

Luffy’s eyes linger over your face, his lips shiny from where he’s licked them. “Cuz thinking of you makes it worse.”

You pause.

What did he mean?

Luffy swallows, still staring at your face. His eyes trace your features, until they flick down to your lips. “So it must be your fault, for making me feel weird.”

You shake your head slowly. “What do you mean, captain? Did…did I do something wrong?” Your stomach flips at the thought of somehow hurting your precious Monkey D. Luffy. He’s a ball of light in your universe. Something you want to hold to your chest, to nestle in right beside your heartbeat.

How could you have hurt him?

“I-I’m sorr—“

Luffy’s lips crash into yours.

You squeak, frozen solid as his mouth presses into yours. It’s a close-lipped kiss, held against you with Luffy’s lips all pursed out. It’s something you’ve dreamed about, kissing him. But you’ve always been too scared to ask—to even think about asking. It’s not something you thought you’d ever get to experience.

But now he’s kissing you.

You melt into the kiss, hands coming up automatically to rest on his chest. Luffy parts his lips, face still pressing into yours. You let your lips slowly slide together. The captain is curious; you’re a nervous wreck. But you kiss him back all the same.

You pull back, but Luffy’s hand flies to the back of your head to hold you in place. A little whine even escapes his lips. Your mouth falls open, Luffy pokes inside with his tongue.

He explores you shamelessly, still holding your head in place. His other hands slithers up to wrap around your waist. He squeezes you, hard.

Luffy pops off you with a smack.

“That’s better!” He sighs, smiling slightly, his eyes still dark. “But I still feel weird.”

You’re reeling.

Luffy just kissed you. K-I-S-S-E-D you. And now he’s standing in front of you with a dark expression on his face. He reaches forward and kisses you again.

This time is shorter, and Luffy pulls back with a whine.

“Not enough.”

Luffy then goes to bear hug you. He presses you flat up against his chest, his chin hooked over your shoulder. His hands are on your back, pushing you closer against him.

“Luffy—!” You gasp out as he squeezes you. “Can’t—breathe!”

He lets out a pitiful whine, but he releases you. You step back away from him, although the cold air between you makes you ache for want of him.

“What’s going on, Luffy?” Your chest is heaving, your face hot and lips buzzing. He makes to move toward you again, but you hold your hands out to stop him, as much as it pains you. But you need an explanation.

He whines, but you hold firm.

“What is going on?”

Luffy’s eyes slide away, his lips pursing out. “I feel weird when I’m around you. I get all hot and my belly starts to burn and all I can do is think of you…,” he trails off, grimacing again. You swallow.

“Think of me what?” You press, nerves alight inside your ribcage.

“Think of you…doing things,” he mumbles. His hands twitch at his sides, before coming up to touch your waist again. “Nice things…”

Your face is on fire, now.

“L-like what?” You’re hesitant to ask, but Luffy’s hands are hot on your sides as he curls his fingers into the fabric of your shirt. He stills, searching your eyes. His lids lower, and he leans forward to kiss you again. This time, you let him.

A soft, chaste press of his lips against yours. He pulls back, his forehead touching yours. You’re overwhelmed by his scent—all musky and cinnamon-y.

“Like that.”

He pulls back, staring at you intently. His eyebrows furrow. “Do you—think of me? Like that?” For the first time, Luffy isn’t sure of himself. He’s got his heart in his hands, and he’s asking if you want him, too.

You’re nodding, ferociously.

“Yes, yes, Luffy,” you whisper, hands curling onto his chest. He leans in again, this time smiling as he brings your lips together.

“I also think of other things,” he murmurs against your lips. “Nice things.”

His hands trail up your waist, until they’re resting at your ribcage. His thumbs stroke over the place beneath your breasts. “Like this,” he murmurs, before coming up to cup your tits in both hands. He squeezes, gently.

“Luffy!” You squeak, surprised at his boldness.

“I think about this a lot,” he muses, staring down at your chest. He swipes his thumbs over your nipples, rolling them in circles. “Like, a lot a lot.”

He snickers a little, smiling pleased as he watches his own hands grope your chest. “Do you like that too?” He flicks his eyes back up to yours, a honey dust of blush creeping back to his cheeks.

You nod.

Luffy grins, manic, and redoubles his efforts of feeling you up. His thumbs keep circling your nipples as he massages your breasts. “Mmm…,” he moans, his tongue sticking out between his lips.

You’re standing in the storeroom, face hot and legs jelly as Luffy manhandles you.

“Luffy…,” you mumble, voice scratchy. Luffy just crashes his lips to yours again, his hands squeezing harder.

You squeak out a protest—“Luffy, that hurt!”—as you gasp and pull away. Luffy hums, but slows his movements on your chest.

“Sorry, y/n,” he snickers a little. But he smooths his motions, now petting at your tits with delicate hands. Delicate is not usually the word you’d use to describe him, but his calloused hands are soft and sweet as he gently paws at your breasts.

“I think of other things, too,” he says, staring down at his hands on your chest, “Do you think of things, too?”

“I—,” your eyes slide away, biting your lip as you consider his question. Of course you do, you have ever since you met the reckless pirate. How many nights have you fallen asleep to the thought of him beside you? You swallow, and nod. “Yes.”

Luffy grins.

“Show me,” he commands, crowding into your space, his hands at your waist now, “Show me all the things you think about,” his tone is hungry as he backs you up against the wall. His thigh slots between your legs, forcing them open. You gasp—the pleasure from the fiction immense and overwhelming. You want more.

“More, Luffy,” is all you can manage out before he’s kissing you again.

“Want me to touch you?” He asks, his voice a low growl as he presses his thigh up against your core. “Want me to touch you, right here?”

You’re nodding, arms thrown around his neck. You bury your face in his hair, mumbling out a desperate, “Yes, Luffy!”

Luffy giggles, and replaces his thigh with an eager hand. He pets at the place between your legs, exploring with his fingertips. He goes to cup your clothed core, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit.

“Like that?” He asks.

You nod, eyes squeezed shut at the sensation of your captain’s fingers between your legs.

Luffy works you over slowly, studying your face and sounds you make with a dark focus. You’ve only ever seen him pay this much attention to food.

“More,” Luffy begs, knocking his head into your shoulder. “Touch me too?” His breath is heavy, and his face is definitely bright pink now.

Tentatively, you place your hand on the place between Luffy’s legs. You feel him, hard and thick, beneath his shorts. You rub the denim slowly.

“Like that?” You ask quietly.

Luffy nods, urging you on faster with a hand placed over yours. “Touch me harder,” he commands, and you have the sudden boldness to unbutton his shorts. Slowly, you slide your hand beneath them to grasp his shaft. You pump it once, twice, before Luffy is hissing between his teeth.

“Fuuuuckkkk,” he groans, head tilting back. You speed up your movements, a rush of butterflies going through you.

You stroke Luffy’s cock, thumb brushing over his tip. “Luffy…,” you murmur, and he leans forward to kiss you again.

“Don’t wanna do this with anyone else,” he pants, his breath hot against your lips, “You’re not allowed to do this with anyone either,” he commands, and heat rushes through your core. “Just me.”

You swallow, the commitment and meaning not lost on you. “Are you sure, Luffy?”

His hand circles your wrist, guiding you up and down his length. “M’sure. No one else gets to touch you like this.”

The heat and fervor behind his words stoke the fire between your legs. “Need you, Luffy,” you mumble, squeezing your thighs together.

Luffy scoops you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He presses his hips up against yours, his cock rubbing your clothed pussy. “Need me like that?” He asks, experimenting with a few thrusts as he grinds against you. You nod eagerly, grinding right back.

Luffy sets you down long enough to pull your shirt off over your head, and unbutton your own shorts. You shimmy them down your legs, and Luffy steps aside to undress, too.

You meet back together, now fully bare for each other. Luffy’s hand goes to your pussy, his fingertips swiping through the petal-like folds.

You let out a loud moan, surprised at the feeling of electricity beneath his fingertips. “Luffy…,” you whimper, “No one’s touched me here, before…” All these sensations are new to you.

“Me neither,” he grins, happy to be your first, and you to be his. “Want you all to myself, kitten.”

You squeak at the nickname, but nod. You trail your hand over Luffy’s muscular chest, marveling at his strength. You squeeze at his biceps, before Luffy picks you up with your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Want you,” he whispers against your lips. You wind your arms around his neck, and nod.

Luffy thrusts gently against your entrance, until his tip pokes in and he can slide the rest of the way inside you. You moan at the stretch, the foreign feeling of being filled.

“Luffy…,” you moan, eyes squeezed shut. Luffy is panting, his chest heaving as you both get used to the new, overwhelming feeling.

Slowly, he starts to move.

The feeling of being filled is all consuming. Your pussy is clenching in and out, fluttering with pleasure as Luffy massages your walls. Luffy is big, and thick, and even the smallest movements elicits whines from your throat.

“This is…my first time,” Luffy pants, sweat shining on his brow. His cheeks are blushed, and his chest is starting to blush, too. You run your hands over his shoulders. “Is it—ah—is it good?”

You moan, scratching the hairs at the base of his neck. “So good, Luffy, ah!” Your voice is needy and high-pitched, a timbre you’ve never heard from yourself before. Luffy’s voice is raspy, too, as he pants out little praises that sound like honey to your ears.

“Feels—hah,” he lets his eyes slip closed, “Feels good for me too, ah, kitten,” his head falls back a bit.

Luffy increases his pace, the sound of his hips slapping up against your ass filling the small storeroom. Your legs shake from where they’re wrapped around his waist.

Something starts to coil in your abdomen, something intense and rising as your pussy flutters around his cock. His head is hitting that sweet spot inside you, and all of a sudden stars start spinning in your head as you come undone.

“Luffy!” You cry out his name as you shake on his cock, cumming around him with a whimper.

“That’s it, that’s my girl,” he rasps, eyes heavy-lidded as he watches you orgasm. Luffy speeds up, laughing a little as he does. “Feels so good, sweetheart~”

You whine as you come down, Luffy’s cock still bullying your insides. He thrusts up into you once, twice before he buries himself as deep as he can. You feel something hot pour out inside you, and you gasp at the sensation. You feel filled.

“Fuck…,” Luffy curses as he slowly lets you back down to the ground. Your legs wobble, and you reach out to hold onto his shoulders. He snickers as he catches you. “Was that good, y/n?”

“So good,” you say breathlessly, laughing a little as he steadies you. “Can we do that again soon?”

Luffy laughs, before picking you up to spin in a circle. “We can do that as many times as you want!” You giggle as Luffy sets you back down onto the ground. His expression darkens as he stares at you. “But only with me, remember? Cuz you’re mine, now.”

Your cheeks heat, a thrill rushing through you at his words. Luffy leans forward until his forehead is touching yours. “Say it,” he breathes.

“I’m yours.”

Luffy grins, satisfied, and steps away to start getting dressed again.

[theendorisit]

apropos of nothing, I made Tape-E

Who is Tape-E?

During one of the TMA livestreams (trying to remember which one), a fan question was asked ‘Is there a mascot (for the Archives or the show itself not sure)?’ One of the team suggested ‘Tape-y?’, to which everyone else responded with ‘Oh no!!’. So I thought, oh yes! So yeah, this is your fault 😘

What is Tape-E?

As Mr Bonzo is a parody of Mr Blobby, Tape-E is a parody of Clippy (these last two names rhyme).

Who is Clippy?

Clippy was a microsoft office assistant, introduced in 1997. He was a little virtual paperclip (officially called Clippit, but that name never caught on) who sat on the bottom right corner of the page, and was programmed to give advice in popup speech bubbles when certain actions were taken. For example, if you wrote out an address and ‘Dear’, Clippy would say ‘Looks like you’re writing a letter. Would you like help?’. The name Tape-E in the livestream seemed to be referring to Clippy, as there are many similarities in the behaviour of Clippy, and the actual tapes/ tape recorders in-universe:

always on by default

appears at inconvenient times

provides help you do not want

hated by (mostly) everyone

watching you with cold dead eyes

enjoyed by nostalgia and retro seekers

Why make Tape-E?

As I am of the same generation as some of the RQ peeps, I unironically loved Clippy and Mr Blobby as a child, and it gives me great joy to imagine, in the TMP universe, Sam getting a little pop up: ‘Looks like you’re trying to code a case file! Would you like some help with that?’ In our world this would be impossible - Windows NT (as the official name) was dropped in 1996, one year before Clippy was born, BUT there is voice recording on TMP’s ancient computers, so it’s not totally impossible! 😅😁

What are cassette tapes?

Just a little recap for those who didn’t grow up with tapes: Cassette Tapes contain information embedded in magnetic tape, wrapped around one spool and attached to a second spool. When played, the spools are turned by the machine and the magnetic tape is wound onto the other spool, the information read out through speakers as the magnetic tape moves through sensors. As the magnetic tape can contain different information depending on the direction of tape movement, you can flip the cassette tape over in the machine, and play the tape again, hearing another load of information. This concept is never utilised in the show, but it does mean that cassette tapes have A-sides, and B-sides (as Vinyl records do). Here, of course, this stands for Archivist-side, and Brutalpipemurder-side. On occasion, the magnetic tapes would become damaged, or bent, and could be pushed out of the cassette, causing a horrible noise, and terror to small children who were only trying to listen to their Just William tapes. When this happened, a pencil (or in my case, my little finger) could be jammed into the spiky spool ‘teeth’, to rewind the magnetic tape back into the cassette. Maybe that’s why the eyes are red? 🩸 I am very glad that the TMA tapes are magic, and record endlessly, never need flipping, and never get chewed up by the hungry machine.

Why is the name Tape-E?

Canon answer: the name stands for Tape-Eyes. Possibly Tape-Entity? Undecided.

Actual answer: Tape-y, Tapey and Tapie spellings look weird to me. I think Tape-E looks best.

Why a tape and not a tape recorder?

if you can crochet a tape recorder, you’re a genius and I love you.

What gender is Tape-E?

I might refer to Tape-E as male sometimes because that’s how people often referred to Clippy. But Tape-E is whatever gender Tape-E feels like being.

Why now?

Why not? also now is a good time because TMP episode 15 is an excellent episode

What’s going to happen to Tape-E?

I’m going to gift it to Jonny sometime, if we get more liveshows or book signings. It’s his fault this exists after all. Plus you can write whatever you like in the speech bubbles! Hopefully I can give it calmly? But maybe Tape-E will be yeeted in his general direction in a fit of ADHD-fuelled social anxiety. Only time will tell.

Tape-E is a pattern and design created entirely by myself. The inspiration and world building from whence it came, is entirely the genius of @jonnywaistcoat Jonny Sims, Rusty Quill @rqbossman and The Magnus Archives, which is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under a creative commons attribution, non-commercial share alike 4.0 international license.

Clippy was invented by Microsoft and Kevan Atteberry, who now illustrates children’s books.

Mr Blobby is an adorable abomination, created from a fevered mind.

[livlaughloveluke]

NSFW ALPHABET WITH LUKE CASTELLAN…

warning! this fic contains- a lot of nsfw headcannons, all varying. soft!dom!luke. afab reader.

18+ mdni !

(also keep submitting your guys nasty thoughts i love reading them lowkey & do you guys want dark luke version?)

A = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

luke’s all over you after sex, holding you in his arms and asking dozens of questions to make sure you liked it and aren’t hurting. he massages your plump skin, trying to soothe any future soreness and because he likes to touch you in a non-sexual way. unless you want it be, of course.

B = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite part of himself would have to be his hands. he loves to make you writhe and squirm on his fingers, curling and pumping them inside your wet heat. it’s also so easy for him to grab and manhandle you as he pleases with the size of them.

as for you, he loves your thighs. he doesn’t care about the size or any scars, he’s just completely obsessed with squeezing the flesh. it could be while he’s sitting next to you at the bonfire or while he’s eating you out, but he is always groping them somehow.

C = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

at camp half-blood, there’s a low supply of condoms and birth control is only given out for medical reasons, so he’s usually forced to pull out. most of the time he likes to cum in your mouth, and occasionally on your tits. although, there was this one time you let him cum inside, on the promise that he bought some plan b from the dionysus kids, who snuck out into the city every so often and stole a bunch of shit.

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he likes to be dominated. it started one night when you felt frisky and rode him, whispering praises into his ear while bouncing carelessly. something snapped inside his brain that day, and he developed a new desire to be under your control. but he has a reputation to uphold, so it’s rare he let’s you take charge.

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s definitely not inexperienced. luke’s a good looking guy, so it’s no surprise that he’s had a few girlfriends before you. he grew to be decent in bed, knowing how to get a girl off while still pleasing himself. with that being said, he still had a lot to learn while dating you. there’s no real porn in camp besides some old playboy magazines his brothers stole, so he just had to go off what he heard girls liked.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

luke likes to stick with the classic missionary, mainly to see your face and your tits, but also because of his lack of knowledge to other positions. if he’s had a bad day and feeling rough, he’ll try doggy, although it usually ends in him flipping you around and fucking you on your back.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

typically he’s pretty serious, too busy spewing out mindless praises to crack a stupid joke. every once in a while he’ll softly laugh at something dumb, but that’s mainly him just being pussy drunk and happy at everything.

H = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

not clean shaved, but well trimmed. he’s got a little bit of a bush, but nothing dramatic or anything that would irritate your skin.

I = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he grew up treating women with uttermost respect, and thinks sex is only for real relationships. in other words, he’s not a believer in hook up culture. luke’s only interesting in fucking if there’s strings attached, mainly because there’s a strong chance of him falling in love after getting intimate with someone.

J = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

the hermes cabin is packed, so there’s not a lot of places for him to jack off. if he can’t see you and is really desperate, he’ll do it quietly and quickly in the shower, but overall, he doesn’t feel the need to that often. i mean, why use his own hand if he can use yours?

K = kink (one or more of their kinks)

he’s typically a vanilla person, besides the whole secret sub kink. unless we’re talking about post tlt dark!luke, in which case that’s a whole other story. (would you guys want a different alphabet based on that?) but anyways, he’s got a huge thing for praise. complimenting you helps him get off on it’s own, but when you turn the tables and start telling him how good he’s doing, that’s when he really starts feeling it.

L = location (favorite places to do the do)

basically any private places around, whether that be one of the empty cabins or a secluded spot in the woods. with no other alternatives, he’ll find a way to make anywhere work.

M = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally just you. he’s fascinated with anything you do, even something as simple as brushing your teeth or waking up all disheveled and groggy in the morning. that doesn’t mean he sees everything as sexual, but there’s nothing more of a turn on at night than you.

N = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

not really into anal, just prefers just good old p in v. if you asked he would be willing to try, but he wouldn’t never suggest it. he knows it can be really painful, and he wouldn’t want to hurt you for his own pleasure. this includes pegging, mainly because it sounds like it would hurt him.

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

he loves loves LOVES giving head. there’s nothing hotter to him than eating you out, and sometimes you have to pull him away because he’s still going after your second orgasm. and he’s so good at it, too. he knows every every spot that makes your moan like the back of his hand.

he’s into receiving head, too. the innocent look you send up while on your knees and kitten licking the tip makes him go fucking insane.

P = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like mentioned before, he’s a believer in intimacy. it usually includes slow and hard thrusts and him taking his time with you. although sometimes at the end, he speeds up, eagerly chasing both of your highs.

Q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

not really big on quickies, but with such a busy schedule, it tends to happen more often than not. again, he’s big on taking it steady, so a quick fuck behind the shed isn’t ideal.

R = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

if you’re cool with it, he’s most likely cool with it, or at the very least he’ll try. he’s down for some risk, as long as it’s not hurting anyone. sometimes you’ll fuck in semi-public places just for the risk of getting caught, although no where near any kids.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he’s good at lasting a while, but not at multiple rounds. if you’re just going straight at it, he could last for a maybe twelve minutes, depending on the situation. but he can also make himself finish quicker if needed. as for rounds, usually it’s just one or two.

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

honestly, i don’t think owns any toys. it’s hard to his hands on get condoms alone, so he can’t even imagine trying to get any sort of toys. (he would find a way if you asked, though) he prefers it plain and simple, just using his body to help you climax.

U = unfair (how much they like to tease)

surprisingly, he’s always down for some teasing. nothing painfully time consuming, but just a minute of running his dick through your folds before sticking it in. although he hates when you tease him, and won’t hesitate to take what he wants if you’re acting up.

V = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he groans a little, but in most situations you two are forced to be somewhat quiet. if you’re on top, he’ll occasionally just moan and whimper.

W = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s gotten off untouched while eating you out before. you were in an empty cabin, eyes rolled back and letting a few hushed moans slip, and he couldn’t stop himself from cumming in his pants as you climaxed.

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

more length than girth, but he’s definitely got something. about 6inches, maybe 7 inches while hard?

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

decent, but not anything crazy. he’ll do as much as you like, or as little. anything to keep you happy.

Z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s out almost immediately once he’s checked up on you and cleaned you up. he doesn’t mean too, but how can he help it when your cradled in his arms?

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

the nsfw alphabet for reiner pls !!! i love how u write <3333

CW: Post-war!Reiner

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

Reiner is very gentle after sex. Undestand him, he just let you see the most vulnerable side of himself and can't believe how good you made him feel. This guy just wants to thank you for everything! He is the type to immediately bring you a glass of water and hug you, asking if you are okay or if he hurt you by any accident. Probably needs you to tell him at least twice that you are really fine and that you are more than satisfied to finally stop worrying and asking questions.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If you ask Reiner which body part he likes from his body, he will probably mention his eyes. Nothing really fascinating, they looks boring to him but after you kept complimenting them, he really started to think they are pretty. I mean, how can't someone fall for those honey eyes, looking so fucking gorgeous in the setting sun?

As for you, he will never say it out loud but he loves your boobs. They are just... so soft and firm at the same time, it does not make sense to him! The perfect pillow to sleep on and cute anti-stress balls. He is not too touchy either, just slightly groping on them in private when you are okay with it. Small, medium or big, he loves the feeling of them in his big hands and the blush on your face whenever he tells you how cute and pretty they are.

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

Reiner is the biggest cum eater in the world. Man can lick your dripping pussy for hours without being tired. Every time he flips his tongue in your slit, he makes you even wetter until you literally beg him to stop. He then lifts his head and looks at you with glazed eyes and his puffy lips covered in cum until he runs his tongue over them to not waste any drops. He does not know why but your sweet nectar has a such addictive taste that he can't get enough of it.

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

It might not be surprising but Reiner fantasizes about you dominating him. Who knew that this big man could actually think about being the submissive one, letting you take control over him. He is so... tired to be the one always taking decisions. Reiner just wants to be at your mercy because he knows you will take good care of him.

He needs you to push his hands away as he tries to touch you, gosh he can't stop thinking about it but everytime he is about to ask you about it, the words stay stuck in his throat. He can't say it, no matter how much he wants, he is just a tiny scared that you might judge him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you, Reiner did not have anybody and honestly did not have a lot of time to think and care about sex. Yes, his sex life before you was non-existential. Your first time was actually a bit embarrassing as both of you were virgins and did not really know what to do. It was a bit messy at the beginning but after a few minutes, Reiner caught the pace.

But now I think it's a bit useless to tell that he became pretty skilled with all the times you two did the deed. He is still unsure of himself sometimes but it is very rare now as he feels like he can be himself with you without being judged. If anything embarrassing happens, you two just laugh about it and continue this intimate and passionnate moment, not focusing on that.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

As a person who is constantly searching for approval from his partner, Reiner finds it very important to maintain eye contact while having sex. He needs to be sure that he is doing everything okay and seeing your face can be very helpful. He needs to see any little change in your facial expression that could potentially show some discomfort/pain or at the opposite, pleasure. Positions like the missionnary or the lotus are his favorite for that.

It's very rare for him to try new positions that are not the two mentionned the line before but the doggy can be also great when he feels a little more dominant, giving him the access to reach that sweet spot inside you. Another nice position would be the spooning one. Reiner just loves how his whole body is pressed against your back while he is gently thrusting into your tight pussy.

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

Reiner is not goofy during sex at all. For him making love is the pinnacle of seriousness and not something that should be joked about. This moment should be used to share and show your intimacy, your love and affection and he does not want to ruin it by making jokes that will only cringe both of you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Normal level of hair. Reiner is not the type of guy who take time everyday to make sure he is freshly groomed so he shaves it about once a week? Not too shaved but not messy either, just the perfect mix. The puebes are darked than his blond hair, a somewhat brown/caramel color.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is probably one of the most romatic guys ever during sex. I mean, my boy is putting all his efforts in to make you feel good and loved. He's taking his time to pamper your body with hundreds of kisses and whisper how much he loves you into your ear. Let's also remember that he is extra-sensitive, literally baby boy, so he really takes his time to please you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Whenever he has a boner but you are not there, he will ask you to send him a pic of you. Not necessarily a spicy one where you are in a lewd position or showing your tits to him. Nope, just a pic of you today, his imagination can do the rest to imagine himself undressing you, removing that cute crop top or unbuttoning that shirt.

He will usually imagine that his hand is your hand and that you are the one giving him that handjob. His strong thighs twitches as he feels his climax approaching, hearing your soft voice whispering praises at his ear. He finally let out a loud gasp as his hips thrust forward, his cum covering his hand, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praise kink. Listen, the worst thing you could ever do to Reiner is degrade him. That sweet boy's life was filled with remorse and self-doubt and only God knows how he is still alive today. He cannot stop thinking about all the bad things he did and it drives him sick. Reiner needs to be comforted, to be called good and to be praised. He loves it when you whisper sweet things to his ear or when you, on the contrary, yell them as he makes you feel so good.

Size kink. This man is HUGE and it always turns him on how you are so small and cute compared to him. He love when your hand is gripping his while he's literally stretching your tight hole out. Bonus points if you wear one of his shirt, it's a huge turn-on and he will just fuck you in it without any doubts.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

I feel like Reiner is quite the traditionnal guy who thinks that there is no better place to have sex than in the bed. It's a private place where you two can't be seen or interrupted by anybody, it's comfy and easy to clean up after (just throw the dirty bed sheets in the laundry and ta-da).

Honestly, I think Reiner can fuck you everywhere as long as it's in a private place with nobody else. If the sexual tension is too much and you can't even reach the bed without fucking each other, the couch, the kitchen counter, any table, the shower... any place at home is a good place to fuck you.

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

One of his biggest turn on is probably when you wear his clothes. It comes with his size kink. Not gonna lie, Reiner finds it fucking sexy when you wear his clothes, like his shirt that is way too big for you. It is just adorable how the piece of clothing is hanging on your body, making you look even smaller than you are. Be prepared to be fucked until you pass out if you dare to wear his clothes (of course, he will fuck you while you have his shirt on).

Another turn on for Reiner would be dirty messaging. You don't have to spend any pics, just dirty textos can make him feel tight in his trousers. This man is pretty easy to turn on, you just have to tell him everything you want him to do with you and he is already hard. If you text him while he is not at home, he will come home earlier than planned. He is already expecting you to be half-naked on the bed and might teach you a lesson about turning him on in public.

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

I don't see Reiner has someone who would feel pleasure with pain honestly. He thinks that all this BDSM stuff is a bit disgusting and weird. What the point of hurting someone you care so deeply about even if it is just for sex? This does not make sense to him. He is pretty vanilla sex as you can see and will refuse anything that could be painful (either for you and himself).

Another turn off would be anything that implies another person than you two (threesome, public sex, ect). Due to his protective personality, he wants to keep you all to himself, no sharing allowed.

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

If it was not clear with the letter C, let me say it again. Reiner loves eating you out. Of course, nobody is born pro at giving oral but Reiner is kinda good at it even at his first time? Not that he is so skilled but even with that first messy cunni he was able to make you cum after a short amount of time. Those skills only improve with time and soon he becomes a real professional.

He also does not care if you think you are too heavy, just sit on his fucking face and let him lick your pussy dammit! You are a thick girl? Squish his face with your thighs please. Skinny girl? Squish his face too. No matter your body type, your height and your weight, this man handle you like nobody else and loves you more than anything else in the world.

Reiner also likes being the receiver but do not push you to do it. You are too scared? That's okay, there is so much more to do in bed! You are messy and unexperienced? Wonderful, there is no better way to gain experience than with practice! You are fucking skilled and can take all his dick one-shot? Keep it like this, he won't complain!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is both. Often, Reiner will start thrusting into you slowly and sensually, just to make sure you have time to adapt yourself to his cock. Then, his thrusts will slightly increase in pace and roughness to finally transform into intense pounding that will make you scream and rearrange your guts.

Also, Reiner is not the type to change pace depending of his mood. That means that even if he had a bad day, he is angry or tired, he will still fuck you as usual and not more agressively. He does not want his emotions to take control over him and take the risk to hurt you by accident.

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

It might be surprising but Reiner does not like quickies. The reason behind this is pretty simple, he is easily stressed and dislikes to be quick on a such thing as making love. He likes to take his time, feeling his climax approaching slowly, no stress about being late for something...

He wants to take it "relax" if we can say it like that. Quickies with him are very rare, mostly done when you two have unexpected changes in your plannings right before making love.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Reiner is not really the risky type, he likes to stay in his comfort zone and may be grumpy at the idea of trying something new. So if you want to try out new things, you will have to push this man to take some risks but he will say thank you after.

Okay something silly like cockwarming. When you first proposed it to him, he made the sour face that always make you laugh. He did not understood the point of having his cock buried inside your guts without the right to move. How could he resists from pounding inside that warm pussy of yours? Okay it took you a few days to convince him to try it just one time but the result was worth it. Just hearing the soft sigh that escape his lips as he feel that warmth around his shaft, you pussy squeezing him slightly, making it even tighter than usual. He fell in love with it, now always asking you to cockwarm him while he's working from home or watching a movie with you.

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

Thanks to his high sex drive (which will be more explained in the letter Y...) and his good physical form, Reiner has a lot and a lot of stamina. This stamina the the one that allow him to last for at least 15 minutes per rounds.

This guy can be pretty whiny if his partner only wants to go for one round as he prefers to go for minimum 2 rounds and more. After complaining a bit, he accepts his fate if his lover did not change their opinion but be ready to an extremely long sex session to compensate for the only one round thingy.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

As said in the letter N, Reiner is turned off by almost everything that is not vanilla sex. That means that the possibility of him owning toys is very very small. If it was just for him, the answer would be a total no.

But, he actually also cares about his partner's needs and requests so if you want to try out some toys one night, he will accept. Reiner is only doing it for you and by consequence, only uses the toys on you. However, he still does not get it how some plastic can bring as much pleasure as a real meaty cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

One thing, Reiner is not a tease at all. This man is already way too needy for sex to lose time on teasing. Forget about things any other guys would do like hands avoiding your dripping wet cunt or his tip teasing your entrance. No, Reiner is giving you everything you want as soon as you give him the green light. You just have to ask him and he will do it.

But what if YOU decide to tease him? Oh my god, this big guy will turn into a whiny mess, begs literally flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall. Why are you so mean to him? Why do you tease that poor baby? At some point, he will almost grab your hand and bring it to his twitching and neglected dick. "Don't you feel how I need you? Stop teasing me please, I can't take it anymore..."

Let's just say that you are still wondering how you keep losing against those soft honey eyes...

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

A loud boy here! Well, let me re-phrase it. At first, he is very shy and tries to mute any sounds that could come out from his mouth. However, he quickly gains in confidence and after a few minutes he does not hesitate to let you know how much he loves it by being very vocal. Mostly growling and soft whimpering, he is not into very girlish sounds and stays more manly. Sometimes, he can let out whines and sobs if you decide to tease him.

Reiner also like to have a noisy partner. Actually... who does not want to have a noisy partner in bed? The sounds you make is the easiest way for him to know if you like that he is doing or if you are close to your climax. Don't hold back or he will slip his fingers into your warm mouth and force you to keep it open while thrusting into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This man is a true cuddle bug. He can stay for hours in your arms, feeling your fingers scratching his scalp. He is craving for affection, even more physical. Pamper his face with kisses, hug his bigger frame by behind, hold his hands while you are taking a walk... he just needs it. He likes the feeling of your head on his chest when you are peacefully sleeping, nuzzling against his body. Yes, he is needy just like a little kid but it's adorable and we love him like that.

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

Would you be really surprised if I told you Reiner has a big dick? The answer is probably no because we all know that under those pants is hidden a whole monster. Reiner is quite shy about it because he finds it gross but honestly it is a whole feast.

You want more description? Here you go: it's above average, about 7 inches long and 2 and half inches thick, no piercings with a slight curve that allows him to hit the deepest parts of your body, no cut with a nice dark pink color.

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

To be honest, it surprising at first how high is Reiner sex drive. Who could know that this quiet warrior would be a sex addicted? Not that he can't spend one day without it. No, he can restrain himself of course like any normal man. He will never assume it and even more say it out loud but yes, he likes the feeling of his dick inside you a little bit too much.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Usually, due to his trauma, Reiner has insomnia and barely sleep 3 hours per night plus nightmares often happen to him so our baby doesn't get a lot of rest. But after sex, he's surprisingly falling asleep only a few minutes later. The rush of emotions you two just lived and the feeling of your skin pressed against his seems to calm him down. It won't take long for you to hear his soft snores as he's already sleeping tight.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi mods!!! Thank you so much for the work you do 💛

I was thinking if there's fics you all wanted to add to the #mods favorites tag??

Here, have a cake for me to express my gratitude 🍰 some of my absolute favorites I found in this blog! 💛💛

Hello and thank you! <3 This ask prompted me to go through the tabs on my phone to bookmark and close the fics I've read. So, to add to the #mod faves tag, here are my favourites of the ones I've read recently...

Critical Upgrade (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Tech) by Kirathaune (T)

Modern Office AU: Aziraphale likes his vintage computer equipment, but it's causing problems with his colleagues. Gabriel mandates an upgrade, and Crowley from IT is assigned to make it all work.

Our homeward steps were just as light by On1OccasionFork (T)

She flipped to the paperwork for the new gentleman, a Mr. A. Z. Fell. He was a retired literature professor, it seemed. He was slated to be in the room next to — oh, this could be a problem — Anthony.

Creative Writing for Creative Children and Panicked Nannies by munchmulch (T)

Unsurprisingly, it only takes a few moments for pounding feet to be heard from the hall before a harried looking man skids to the entrance of the room, halting with a jerk before actually stepping in. “Adam! You can’t just run off like that! I told you that they’re not going to want a bloo—“ he cuts himself off with a strangled sound, “blasted adult sitting in on a club!” --- Aziraphale is as prepared for the new school year as he can be-- what he's not prepared for is an awkward man in sunglasses who's about to pull Aziraphale into not only his own life, but the lives of Aziraphale's students.

Take Me to Heaven by TawnyOwl95 (M)

Aziraphale does not have a priest kink. His brother, Father Gabriel, is a priest, for goodness sake. It's just that Father Anthony isn't really like any priest Aziraphale has met before and he's thoroughly upsetting the carefully constructed habits Aziraphale has made to keep himself safe. When Father Anthony replaces Aziraphale as the conductor of St. Beryl's Church choir, they are forced to work together to get the choir up to snuff before Bishop Frances' visit. Aziraphale's attraction grows and it becomes harder to repress who he is and what he wants from life. A life he's starting to feel like he's wasted by trying so hard to conform.

The Garden of Temptation by tishae (E)

Anthony J Crowley is a gardener in the small village of Tadfield, making barely enough to get by. He rents a room, doesn't eat or drink much, but he's getting to live his 'passion', whatever that means. Aziraphale Godfrey, a professional antiques dealer, is engaged and he has no reason to be unhappy. He has a wonderful apartment, is taken care of, and only sometimes is he made to feel small and inadequate. When Crowley comes into an inheritance that includes a number of items that he's pretty sure are junk, he is way out of his depth, and readily calls up a professional to help him work through it. Turns out they both have a lot to unpack. or I wanted to write about sad Aziraphale becoming happy Aziraphale, so here we are.

The Parent Trap by illustrious_slimeman, nonbinarysharks (T)

Adam and Warlock are identical twins, separated as infants and each raised by one of their adoptive fathers. When a chance meeting at a summer camp brings them together again, they hatch a plan to get their helpless parents back together. In the process, they learn more about themselves, each other, and their parents' history than they ever imagined. --- This is based off of Melonsharks' Parent Trap AU and is a fairly faithful adaptation of the 1998 Lindsay Lohan version of the film but with a few changes here and there, a whole lot of new scenes, and accompanying illustrations courtesy of Shark! The fic is pretty much fully written at this point and will be updating every Saturday

- Mod D

[joyceyayo]

Stanford & Stanley Pines NSFW alphabet Pt. 1

A/n - there is some freaky shit, you’ve been warned.

A = aftercare (what they like after sex)

Ford: He gets flustered after, often embarrassed of things he said or did in the heat of the moment. But that won’t stop him from wrapping his arms around you and cuddling you to sleep.

Stan: If it’s a one night stand, I think he’s partial to leaving right after. Maybe a pat on the ass to say goodbye. but if be really cares for you hes all about aftercare. You often see him smirking after, cocky and proud of himself. He’ll almost always snap open a Pitt and light a cigarette, holding it to your mouth for a drag if you ask nicely.

B = body part (favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Ford: He always says his brain, but if you say he’s annoying and cheated, he’ll give you his honest answer. Which is his chin; he never really thought about it until a girl from BMU said he had the perfect mouth and chin to sit on, which had him blushing every time he thought about it for weeks. And yes. All the girls there were that forward. So suffice to say, he got his fair share of pussy there. And he never minded his smile; he liked how you could always tell him and Stanley apart from their smiles. And you can’t disagree with any of this :)

Stan: His arms. When he hit puberty, he barely noticed and honestly disliked the broad shoulders and big arms he was developing a bit. It's just another thing for people to pick on him for. But one day, when he and Ford were next to each other in the mirror, Ford said something about, “How are we genetically identical, yet you’re the one who got dad’s arms?” Ever since, he didn’t seem to mind them.

C = Cum (where they like to cum ofc 😋)

Ford: Inside of you. All day. Every day. Not literally, of course. Or maybe…? He doesn’t know. What he knows is that all day every day, his brain is wracked with thoughts about stressful and dire shit he can’t control one bit… but when he fills you up, it’s like a switch is flipped that turns all of that off, and he’s just with you.

Stan: Tits, ass, face. The man isn’t picky as long as he gets to cum on you while looking right at you.

D = dirty secret (a dirty secret obviously)

Ford: This man steals your fucking panties. Used ones, too. You’ve found the panties you thought went missing accidentally left in his pocket while doing laundry. You playfully scolded him while slapping his arm with them, calling him a dirty old man. But you let up a bit because he was so cute when he got embarrassed about it, turning bright red and chuckling.

Stan: takes Polaroids of you sleeping after sex… he thinks it’s normal enough. He keeps them in his bedside table, and depending on how long you last, you will go for years oblivious to such photos.

E = experience (how experienced are they?)

Ford: experienced enough to make you feel great. I mean, he went to Backupsmore… I feel like they get freaky, but not Ford. Was definitely a virgin until college, but had his fair share of fun when he got there. One time took notes while watching an orgy. He had so many questions… not many were answered.

Stan: very experienced. When he was hopping from state to state trying out his brands, he was also trying out the women; he can't tell you how many times he'd got blown and ridden in the stan mobile... and he didn’t mind it.

F = favorite position (this goes without saying)

Ford: good ol’ fashioned missionary for Fordsy over here. He could give you love bites all down your body in that position for hours and probably will

Stan: doggy. He wants to pull your hair and pull your ass onto him. He’ll never get enough of watching his cock disappear inside of you, and that’s something you’ll just have to come to terms with ;)

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

Ford: Serious, he’s not thinking enough to joke around. He’s in a primal headspace where even if you made a joke, he’d just groan and shrug it off, getting back to work.

Stan: it depends on the vibe you’re giving off. If he feels like you’re being more playful, he’ll naturally act that way.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ford hasn’t even thought about it; he’s clean. And yes, absolutely, he’s grey all the way. If you do mention you don’t like his body hair, it will reward you with his most embarrassed and distraught look, but he’ll trim it up without a second thought.

Stan: He knows he has a lot of hair, don’t mention it. Around his 40s, he just stopped fucking caring. He thinks it was the shoulder hair that did him in.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ford: as intimate as you can imagine. He doesn’t just fuck Willy Nilly. He only gets into bed with someone he cares for. So there’s a lot of kissing and sweet talk from him, an ‘I love you’ every 30 seconds if you’ve said that to each other.

Stan: Again, it entirely depends on who he's with. If it’s more of a one-night stand, he’ll get a bit scared off if you’re too romantic. But if you’re together… you’re in for it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ford: He does it to keep a straight head when he’s alone, without you, but overall, when he’s with you, he feels no need to do all that.

Stan: partook in it a lot when he was on the road, not in a way he ever did before. He did it not to think. But that was before you. When he’s away from you, he finds himself doing it while thinking about you, drifting into a fantasy where you are touching him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ford: He hates to say it, but breeding. He can’t get enough of the primal feeling of cuming inside of you… and you don’t mind either.

Stan: cuffs. Maybe it’s all the times he’s been in them that it turns him on to be the one putting them on and deciding when they come off. (Of course, if you asked to get out, he’d do it readily)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ford: He really quite enjoys the routine that may seem mundane to some, such as getting into bed with you each night and making love with you after a long day.

Stan: again, he doesn’t mind fucking in his car; in fact, he loves it. His seats go wayyyy back, too ;)

A/n more coming soon!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ortho flying with three floating tablets (representing his parents and Idia) behind him is such a MagiCammable moment, according to Cater and his sisters lol

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

"Oh my gosh! Who's this little cutie patootie?!"

"W-Wah...!" Ortho scarcely had any time to formulate an appropriate reaction before he was accosted from both sides. They had leapt out from the Queen of Hearts' statue, like jaguars pouncing on unsuspecting prey. The three tablets floating beside Ortho were sent spiraling.

"B-Bwah?!" Idia sputtered from his end, eyes bulging at what his video feed was picking up. There was his poor little brother, smothered by a pair of flashy women. "A normie sneak attack!?"

To Idia's horror, he could see painted nails studded with jewelry running all over the boy's face and hair. He leapt out of his gaming chair, seizing his computer monitor with both hands.

"C-Calm down, Ortho! CALM DOWN, DON'T PANIC!! Y-Your big brother will help you out of this pinch... e-except I don't know how to deal with 3D women!! Th-There's no dialogue selection option IRL...!!"

"You're the one panicking the most here, nii-san..."

"Now, Idia--" their father began--cool, level-headed.

"Hold on, dear," his wife interrupted. "Don't you think it's too soon to intervene?"

"... What are you saying?"

"I mean, these girls are only appreciating Or-kun's cuteness, right? I don't think there's anything wrong with acknowledging that! In fact, the world should be more familiar with how adorable both of our sons are...!"

"B-Betrayed by the mom?!"

"Ahahah... Sorry, Shroud fam~" Cater called as he, too, stepped out from his spot behind a statue. He didn't look particularly apologetic, not with that growing grin tugging at his mouth. "It looks like my sisters took an interest in your youngest. I guess it's not every day you see a bot as advanced as Ortho-chan is, but still!"

"J-Just what I needed... Another sparkly extrovert to complicate this scenario!!" Idia moaned, clutching at his forehead.

"You have to get a pic of us together, Cater!" one sister pouted. "This is too cool not to! Be sure to get the tablets in the shot too, okay?"

"Alright, I'll try." He casually produced his phone. "Everybody has to smush together first though, and Idia-kun's kinda out of frame--"

"Are you, like, for reals a robot?" the other sister demanded, ogling Ortho's metallic body. "That's not cosplay, right?"

"Hehe, nope! I'm one hundred percent custom built by my nii-san."

Idia loudly snorted, far less amused than his brother was. "Cosplay? Are you blind? I'm insulted that you'd even suggest such a stupid idea. Check out the rocket boosters in his feet, the complex circuity in his chassis, the artificial intelligence with a limitless capacity to learn. It's all Ortho."

"That's right! Our Idia built Or-kun from scratch all on his own!" Mrs. Shroud chirped. "Ahhh, our sons are our pride and joy! Aren't they, Papa?"

Mr. Shroud drew out a sigh. "... Yes, dear."

Their tablets drew close and snuggled (or attempted to). Idia could only imagine that his parents had embraced one another on the other end of the line. Hot pink and neon blue twinning.

"Oh, bleh." He rolled his eyes. Mom and dad are being gross and mushy in public again.

Suddenly, his video feed jerked down. Idia got a chunk of pavement, then an eyeful of twinkling makeup and nails. The first of the Diamond sisters had seized his tablet, posing with it in front of her.

"Is he, like, in frame now?" she asked Cater, who flashed her a thumbs up.

"Perfect~ Now everyone else can squeeze in!"

At Cater's direction, his other sister rushed over. Ortho was tugged along like a balloon on a string--though he didn't put up any resistance. The Shroud parents allowed their tablets to lower to the appropriate height for the picture. Cater held his phone out, the camera flipped.

All eager for the photograph except for one.

"D-Don't I get a say in this?!" Idia weakly protested.

Cater laughed--and it sounded a little mean to Idia, as light-hearted as it was. "Sure, you get a say in this! I'll let you know what to say: cheese!"

CLICK!

The selfie was taken. The Diamonds and the Shrouds, immortalized in a shared image.

[writefightandflightclub]

Something to prove: Frankie Morales x fem!reader blurb

Read the warnings.

Summary: you’re wrong. And Frankie wants to prove it.

Genre: steam / implied smut. Teasing / sexual tension. Brat /brat tamer or Dom / sub vibes.

A/n: okay, look. Frankie is cool, calm and collected. Expect when he’s not. And I just love finding the things that flip that switch on his composure and create, specifically, a Frankie of the u n h i n g e d and f e r a l variety. (That was my initial concept and then… this defo grew somewhat darker than I’d intended, so please do read the warnings! I dunno what happened but I guess I went a bit feral too don’t look at me 🙈)

Spoilery Warnings: there are definite dub-con elements here. Frankie is not checking-in thoroughly for consent and there’s one point where his thought-process /actions outright disregards consent (it’s Frankie’s POV). In my head, reader is enthusiastically on-board for everything which happens during the fic and for what is implied off-screen, but that’s definitely not made explicit in the text or even the internal monologue as it usually would be, and Frankie doesn’t know that for sure all the time. Consider yourself warned. As well, some dumbification here, reader called “stupid girl” etc. So… it’s a slightly darker!Frankie than I would usually write or characterise rather than aiming for canon so much! Also, implied threesome (or similar) off-screen, so a smidge of Santiago x reader which I opted not to tag as it isn’t the main focus. Some dub-con from Santi too. Daddy kink warning (once). (Light) Choking. Spitting (once). Dom / Sun, Brat / brat tamer vibes. Fingering. Definite theme in the language of “it’s for your own good / I know what’s best for you” which could be triggering, and could count as coercion. Explicit.

MINORS DNI. 18+ ONLY

Gif by @santigarcia

No, the voice in Frankie’s head blares, the word defeaning - although no sound passes his lips. No. No. No!

You’re wrong.

Even as Santiago smiles smugly. Says “you got that right, sweetie.”

No.

Frankie’s jaw writhes, his hand clawing into his own thigh even as a gentle titter spreads throughout the room, passed amiably from mirth-crinkled eye to slanted mouth.

He’s not angry at you. Not exactly.

When Benny had asked, as the juvenile truth or dare game progressed, who you thought would be best in the sack, you’d had to pick someone.

It’s just that you’re wrong.

It’s him.

In his head it’s him. In his head, no-one else can give it to you the way he’s imagined making you come undone. No-one else could have you unfurling the way he’s plotted so meticulously; late at night, as he’s bucked his straining length into his own fist, wishing it was the warm, enclosing wetness of you.

You’re wrong.

He feels his pulse drum in his throat. Feels his face pinch into something angular and hard.

He rips an abrupt swig of beer from the mouth of his bottle. Abrupt like the way he wants to tear a kiss from your mouth. Sudden and harsh, showing you your mistake.

He’s not angry at you. He’s not.

He’s angry at himself; for not showing you; that you’re wrong.

He stands. “Excuse me,” he mutters gruffly, pacing to the kitchen. Opening the fridge to give some passing pretence to his exit. His broad shoulders curl in towards the cold, seeking to calm his suddenly heat-pricked skin. His shirt pulls taut over the writhing muscles in his back.

You find him like this a moment later when you enter, your sweet voice preceding the sight of you. And fuck. The contrast of your softness to the way he’s growing rigid in his jeans has his eyes fluttering closed, lashes fanning to his cheek. Has the circle of his plush lips dropping open as a pulse of need zips along his aching shaft.

No. No. No.

You’re so wrong.

And, for some reason, the thought of correcting your mistake, by setting the record straight himself? It has him coming undone.

“The boys are so easy to please, huh?” you breeze, apparently completely unaware of his predicament. Of the blood rushing in his ears so hard he can barely even hear your voice. Unless… did he imagine that teasing, provocative edge in your tone?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Frankie is fixed in place now. Rigid and imposing. Breaths mildly ragged; frayed at the edges. He hears you hop your ass up onto the counter with a breathy little - and seemingly deliberate - mmhmph. Knows that’s where you’re at, because that’s where you usually sit. That’s your spot when Santiago is cooking, all of the squad gathered around the kitchen island. That’s when Frankie usually leans his long frame against the wall right by you. Drinks in the way your thighs swell - full and soft- as they press into the counter. Imagines slipping his broad hands on to your knees. Sliding the flat of his palms up to part your warm, supple thighs. Slipping his fingers beneath the hem of your tantalising dress until they can spear your heat.

“Santiago’s” -Frankie juts his chin and curls his lip as you say his name- “so fucking needy.”

The word needy falling from your lips does something to him. Sends a throb of heat and dull ache to his length.

You have no idea how needy he is.

How needy he has been for you.

So… No.

Not Santiago’s name in your mouth instead of his. Not fantasies of Santiago fucking you bleeding into your dreams, keeping you up at night, making you slick between your legs.

You’re wrong.

In his head you’re wrong. In his head he’s had you coming apart on his cock a thousand different times. A thousand different ways. He never leaves you anything less than sated, breathless, boneless. He’s good for you. He’s the best. He’s what you need.

You’re wrong.

A low grunt rises in his throat.

Then, finally, with effort, Frankie delicately snaps the fridge closed. Turns towards you, his usually soft gaze intense and hard. Tongue curling around his plush upper lip. It makes the tentative smile you offer drop from your face.

Frankie watches your eyes skim down his taut, long body. Imagines that he sees your pupils blowing-out. A swallow sinking in your neck as he approach you like this. Harsh. Dominant. Maybe how he should have been with you all along. Maybe you would’ve liked that better.

At least, if he had, that way you’d already know.

His pulse beats a drum in his chest. Fuck. Those thighs of yours make his arousal swell painfully in his jeans.

“You believe it?” he grits, abrupt and forceful. Something dark in him activating. Something he isn’t proud of. Something that feels primal. Hungry, after so long caged away.

Your eyes widen like prey. “Believe what?”

Frankie looks at your mouth. You don’t even know. Don’t even know what’s good for you, do you? That he’s good for you. He’s going to show you. “Don’t play dumb. You know ‘what’.”

He crosses to you. Slots his hips between your thighs. Stands over you, muscles taut and rigid. Primed; yet contained. Reaches his thumb and forefinger out to grip and lift the point of your chin; deceptively soft.

Your mouth falls open. There is a sharp intake of breath, as though his touch is electricity on your skin. You writhe yourself into the counter. Arch your chest towards him, even as your eyes widen with slight apprehension. He’s never spoken to you like that before. Has only ever been soft with you. And look where that’s gotten him. Not buried balls-deep into your cunt, that’s for sure. “F-Frankie… I…”

No. No excuses.

“He was the obvious answer.”

No.

“I had to say someone.”

No.

“I couldn’t say… I c-couldn’t say you, could I?”

“Why not?” He shoves the pad of his thumb past your lips and into your mouth before you can even answer, sliding it over your tongue. Doesn’t even care in that moment if you want it. He wants it. Needs it. But he loves how instantly you pucker your lips to suck. Loves that the hot, wet glide of your tongue obediently greets him.

An awed smile drags over his mouth as you hum around him, already becoming putty. He imagines the wet spot he could make you leave on the counter, your slit all shined for him.

“Stupid girl,” he purrs, tone dripping with condescension, his voice honey over gravel. You moan as he withdraws from your mouth. Shifts his hands to clamp down on your thighs, snaking up. “I could give it to you so much better.”

You bat your eyes at him. Toying with him, like you always do - he sees it now. “H-How am I supposed to know that? I’ve…” you bite down on your pillowy lower lip. Looks like a nice place to rest his cock while he shoves into your warm throat, he thinks. “I’ve never fucked either of you.”

Still. You should already know. You should know it’s him.

You should know you’re wrong.

Frankie’s nostrils flare. He drags the pad of his thumb along the seam of his lips. Contains the anger pulsing in him. Has half a mind to unzip his pants right here. To shove you down on the floor and to fill up that pretty mouth of yours right here. Wants to.

“But you want it, don’t you, kitten?” He’s almost certain now. Certain that he hasn’t been imagining it, all these months. The teasing. The glances. The comments. These silly little outfits you wear around him. You’ve been trying to drive him to distraction, haven’t you? Playing him and Santiago off of one another. Riling them both up. Waiting for one of them - or maybe even both of them - to snap.

He drags you to him then, abrupt, your hands flying out to steady yourself against the counter. Your heat coming to rest over the clothed, straining mass of him as he bucks his hips up, grinding up against you. You yelp and it’s a pretty, pathetic little sound. “Don’t you?” he bites off, impatient for an answer now.

You want that. You want him to take it, don’t you?

All you can respond with is a loose, breathy affirmative as Frankie clamps his hand around your jaw and throat. He feels your heartbeat fluttering in your neck. It feels - to him - like want thrumming beneath your skin. Raw and red.

He dips his mouth towards the shell of your ear next, the scent of your perfume sending him into even more of a frenzy. “Did anyone ever tell you you should be careful what you wish for?”

He grips you harder, and your eyes flash with momentary apprehension as his grip closes over your throat. In the next moment however, your gaze is muddied by a glassy, blooming contentedness. A rising hunger. He jostles your head and you move with it, already pliant for him. It’s almost as though this is what you’ve been waiting for. Baiting him to snap. Baiting him to show you what he’s capable of.

Stupid girl.

How have you managed without him all this time? You need him. Need him just like he needs you. Need him to show you.

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open it.”

You oblige, showing him your pretty pink tongue, and a groan unspools from his chest at how pretty you look like this. Then, without warning, Frankie spits into your mouth.

You jump slightly from the suddenness of it, though once you realise what’s happened, you appear to relish it. Swallow it down and look at him with an altogether wolfish grin.

“Mmm. Thank you, Daddy.”

Such a fucking tease. His cock is so hard in his pants now, his arousal throbbing against the thick, constricting seam. In need of release. In need of that little wet cunt of yours, like he’s imagined a thousand times.

Well, thanks to your little games, he’s done imagining.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

Frankie grabs your hand. Tugs you down from the counter and back through the house.

“We’re leaving,” he announces to the remaining squad, paying their confused and concerned enquiries little mind. Then, he directs his next words only to Santiago. “You are too.”

The other man blinks in confusion. “Whu-“

When he responds, Frankie’s tone and his demeanour leave zero room for argument - he makes sure of it, the sounds carved sharp on the knife edge of his clenched teeth. “-Now.”

Santiago obliges rightaway. “Uh huh.”

“Hey. Big fella. What are we doing?” he asks as Frankie leads you hurriedly towards his truck, stalking down the gravel drive.

“Her.”

Frankie glances at Santiago in time to catch his thick eyebrows raise in surprise; but to his credit he only skips one pace before falling right back in step with him. “Oh. We are, huh?” Santiago looks to you. He looks hungry too. “Did you know about this, Princess?”

Frankie answers for you. “She knows exactly what she’s doing. And now, thanks to her, I’ve got something to prove.”

“Oh oh, Princesa,” Santiago purrs, a smug smirk claiming his mouth.

“Oh oh?” you ask with trepidation, as Frankie bundles you into the passenger seat of the car, clipping your seatbelt for you like you can’t do it for yourself. His eyes are consumed with fire as they meet yours, his tongue darting out along his lips. God, he could have you right here. Certainly doesn’t relish the waiting.

“Yeah,” Santiago breezes, slotting into the back. Frankie exchanges a dark, conspiratorial glance with Santiago in the wing mirror, before watching his buddy lean around the shoulder of your seat. “Honey. You’ve got no idea what you’re in for, do you?”

You’re wrong.

You’re so wrong. And Frankie’s gonna show you. Over and over.

“Get her ready, would you?” Frankie pipes up, not even dragging his eyes away from the road for a second. Even so, he hears you gasp and then moan in pleasure as Santiago’s nimble fingers peel the hem of your dress away from your thighs.

“It’s for your own good, Princess. You’re gonna need it,” Santiago explains as his fingers travel, finding the wet spot between your legs. “Frankie’s big.”

“Hmm. Sure. I’ve heard that before,” you punch out, in between abortive moans of pleasure as Santiago’s fingers work their way inside you.

“Oh, it’s not a brag, honey,” Santiago snickers. Frankie joins him in laughter, like the two of them share a joke that you’re just not in on. He slides his mouth up your throat. “Trust me. It’s a kindness.”

Frankie smiles. Clamps his hands down tighter on the wheel. Can’t wait to get you home.

You’re wrong.

You’re so wrong. And he’s going to show you.

You shouldn’t push someone with a dark side if you can’t handle the consequences, he thinks.

He risks a glance as you throw your head back, mouth dropping open in a silent moan of pleasure.

You’re wrong; but he’s going to have a lot of fun proving it.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Scaramouche/Kuni NSFW Alphabet(Fem READER!)

Word count: 1.1k.

Today is my Birthday 📷🤠 I wonder what scara would give Y/N on their birthday. Something besides a 'nice vantage point' view I hope🤨💦

CW: Minors do not interact past the cut! this is a NSFW POST!

ScaraMasterlist🤪

A: Aftercare- after you first had intercourse you awoke to rather clean and organized room. Your clothes weren't on the floor and we're replaced with a fresh set by the edge of the bed with a note ontop. Scratching your eyes you flipped the note over and read a small 'Hurry up and go to the dining hall when your done.' So you did, smiling ear to ear gleefully, barely getting out the bed and falling on your butt from a sting in your lower body, and a variety of bite marks trailing up your thighs.

B: Body Part- your neck and cleavage. Scara loves to bite on your neck while stuffing you full. He's Moaning, biting and licking so passionately along your neck he could practically feel your heart beating through it. When you make out he can't help but quickly run his hands under your shirt and tug at your bra fabric hiding your boobs. "Mn..fuck your such a tease~" he mutters out.

C: Cum Shot- Scara is pretty possessive, and now that "He's indulging you more often." Besides a hickey he makes sure to coat you everywhere. Your face, fingertips and especially your boobs. Whenever you wake up in the morning and practically stumble into the bathroom your met with bite marks all over your chest. Taking a picture of you covered in his sticky load is his favorite way of claiming you.

D: Dirty Secret- Sometimes he'll take pictures of you and your fucked out expressions, Fresh tears and bite marks along your beautiful body drives him crazy, Especially after your covered in his sticky seed. When your out for a while or he's on missions and extremely needy, he'll seclude himself just to desperately fist his cock to the many pictures of you he's saved. "Hnh~ S-shit~ that's it, Such a good- mnh~ slut taking my cock so well."

E: Experience- Very little or even none, He didnt care for sex as he's so worked up over Inazuma and dottores constant nonsense. Hearing childe talk about 'Hot People he's seen' on trips nearly made scara push him off the boat entirely. You get the honor of being the only one touching his 'godly' body.

F: Favorite Position- face down. Ass up. He loves rubbing his hands along your back then trailing down your body towards your ass. With his smooth fingertips Its almost like a massage. Once he notices you sink into his touch and arc your back like a cat, he's immediately slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips to pull you closer. Grinning at your surprised moans.

G: Goofy- Scara is way too focused on getting himself or you off. But if you made a sly remark about how gentle he's being...he'd flip you over on your tummy, then smash your face into a pillow and call you a needy slut before fucking you rough.

H: Hair- He's a pretty boy, always keeping it trimmed. But since you have the 'honor' of touching him. He'll let you decide how you want it.

I: Intimacy- messy at the beginning. Since your his everything now scara didn't know how to react. He's never had a long lasting or any relationship like this before. Even with aftercare only your panted breathes and 'small talk' would fill the silence.

Walking through the forest or quiet paths always made scara feel at peace which is why he brought you with him. Not because he was bored. His tone would change completely from 'destroyer of nations and Lord sixth' To the blissful innocence he's had as kabukimono. The second you take the opportunity to interlock your hand with his he nearly goes bug eyed as if you Disturbed his peace. He'd Scoff and sigh as if your needy. So you pulled away with a slight frown and immediately he's grabbing tight on your hand. "I never said for you to let go, did I?" He implied and you immediately shook your head and held his hand again with a bright smile on your face while he tippee his hat and looked in another direction, hiding the rosey red blush coating his cheeks. After a couple of days out, scara would be the one holding your hand as soon as you get out the door for a date/ outing he's planned. Everso tightly and even wrapping his arm around your waist so your under his umbrella ((Or hat)) on rainy days.

J: Jack Off- He wouldn't need to unless he's oversees for a mission. He'd fuck you whenever he felt like it. In public, at home. It didn't matter. If you really insisted on waiting until you both got home he'd still pull you over to a alley and kiss you deeply at the very least.

K: Kinks- KUNI!!! CALL HIM KUNI and it practically drives him INSANE!! He loves how sweetly you say his name, either moaning or just calling out for him. You could try kabukimono but He'd get sensitive over it.

Degrading, "Your such a slut~ moaning and pleading for my cock. Want me to give it to you? Then give me more, let me hear more of your pathetic moans. How much do you want your master to fill you up?" Corruption, if it's your first time he'd give the most devilish smirk you've ever seen in your life it would give that weirdo doctor a run for his money. He gets to claim and stuff your pussy full , molding you to perfectly fit his cock and his alone. Breeding, oh for you to have his children. He'd kiss on your belly and abandon his fatui duty's without a second thought. He loves kids and once it was brought up He'd stop at nothing to fill you up with his seed. Just say the word.

L: Location- he prefers the bed, couch, anywhere in your shared home or his palace designated by the tsaritsa. His office however is a favorite of his so he can see you spread out for him and your body jolting back and forth while the desk creeks from his fast pace. But if he was really turned on like at his meeting with Kujou Kamaji..he'd have you stuff your mouth with his cock from under the desk and even pretending to "drop something" just to see your teary eyed face.

M: Motivation- That mouth of yours. Whenever you talk back it amuses him, even during arguments he'd always say things to get a reaction out of you and see what you could come up with just to shut you up later if he loves your answer. (Mention his mother or '3 betrayals' and he'll use you as much as he wants for the day.) Either starving you of an orgasm or deep throating his length and force you to swallow every drop of his cum. If you send a picture of you in black lingerie or any clothing he's bought recently, he'd make it a priority to fuck you as soon as he got home without a care in the world.. he probably left the door open🤭

N: No(turn offs)- Scara would love to try anything with you, either him being top or bottom he always found a way to dominate you or be a brat about it. So it didn't really matter what you did. But if theirs 1 things he didn't care for was wax play. The thought of possibly burning your skin with a mark like that gives him bad memory's.

O: Oral- he loves it. When he plunged 2 of his fingers inside of you and licked at your clit, you came all over his fingers and tongue. You apologized for being so messy but the first thing that came out his mouth was for you to sit on his face like a good girl.

P: Pace- it depends on the mood, he couldn't live watching you walking the next day without stumbling or your legs wobbling. But if it was a long day with fatui work or he hasn't seen you in weeks. It's slow and passionate. He missed feeling your beautiful body. He wanted to explore it just like your first time.

Q: Quickie- Down for it anytime, anywhere.

R: Risk- since he could have you give head right Infront of a colleague. He'd do it Infront of the tsaritsa for all he'd care.

S: Stamina- he's a puppet....and on top of that his 'Creator' is the electro archon. He could go for hours before Overheating 🤭🤭Turning into a sensitive moaning mess. But 'unfortunately' your a human. 2 Rounds minimum.

T: Toys- catching you playing with a toy in your room? He'd watch as you begged and cried from frustration for him to touch you because the toy wasn't enough. How pathetic of you to result to such things while he was away..

U: Unfair- He’s so unfair. he’s brought you to tears almost everytime you did it, he needs you to beg before cumming. Whenever he feels you reaching your climax he'd slow down just to hear you whimper. If you try to tease him he'd indulge it only until he got impatient. Grazing his tip on your folds before riding him? He'd slam you onto his shaft by grabbing your hips. Licking around the tip? As soon as you blink your deep throating his length.

V: Volume- Get as loud as you want, it'll only edge him on more to go faster, to degrade you more, to fuck you harder. As for him he'd mimic your moans just to make fun of you. "Oh shit...You Ah~ like my cock that much? Yes.. faster? Beg for it..cry louder baby~"

W: Wild Card- somnophilia. Only if you give him permission.. if you couldn't wait for him to come back from a mission and we're passed out in his bed he'd flip you over on your back, spread your legs and begin licking and biting at your thighs. When he has a wet dream he'd spare no time and have you waking up to him grunting and groaning in your ear while he folded you like a chair. Also.. electro play..when riding him he'd shock you to go faster instead of slapping your already red ass.

X: X-ray. how big🤨- 6- inches and thick. Grinding on him feels so good it's almost as if he's inside of you already~ making you wet and ache for it. When he shoves it deep inside you there's always a bulge, sometimes he'd even grab a marker and label your tummy. He'll stretch you farther next time.

Y: Yearning- if you want it bad he'll always comply. But ONLY if you want it bad. Keep begging, he needs to know you want It. If you dont beg he'll just swat you off like a bug. Or lazily take you.

Z: Zzz- he'd watch you fall asleep after gazing into his indigo eyes long enough. It was a weird yet comforting feeling as you both laid in bed. Your warm body against his. You'd even lay on his chest to his soft breathing making you rise uppp and downnn. It used to creep you out how he wouldnt breathe sometimes but you got use to it. He'd sit there just observing your body. Even trailing his thumb along your soft lips and cheeks.

-- FIC NOTE 🧍

For those confused on turn off 'Bad memory' with the wax play, I considered it for the 3rd 'Betrayal' When the child died from his illness and Kabukimono burned the house down and most likely buried the kid within it.

But this is all head cannons so I hope this is good food for thought with scara!!

"Didn't you post a scara alphabet before?"

Well yes thank you for remembering 😃☝️ The other one got flagged 🧍

[my-religion-greek-myth]

Freedom far away - F

Kind of burst my right ear while doing martial arts tonight... And I have an interview tomorrow, great 🙄

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

Part A | Part B | Part C&D | Part E

You were not stupid. As Agatha and Rio had told you, you understood what you were feeling toward them. The pull, the strange sense of connection—it was undeniable. You did not understand why or how, but you knew it was real.

The sky stretched above you, a perfect, unbroken blue as if the earlier storm had never existed. You sat on a wooden chair near the garden’s edge, absently watching your younger brother wielding his sword as he played. Well, training, as he often got defensive whenever you referred to it as ‘play.’

"You really have no talent for this," you drawled teasingly, unable to resist.

Your brother frowned, lowering his sword in irritation. "Better than you!"

You stuck your tongue out, laughing at his wounded pride.

"What are you doing out here, anyway?" he asked, his curiosity outweighing his annoyance. "You don't usually come to the backyard."

You sighed, resting your chin on your hand. "To clear my mind. But watching you with that sword only made me more frustrated."

He rolled his eyes, flipping the blade in his palm with a practised motion. "Want to give it a try?"

"And have grandfather lecture me for a week?" you retorted, arching a brow.

"When has that ever stopped you?" your brother teased, his mischievous grin infectious. Despite yourself, a small smile tugged at your lips, but you shook your head in feigned exasperation.

Before you could respond, your sister burst into the backyard, her excitement palpable as she practically skidded to a stop.

"I just came from the market!" she exclaimed, her words spilling out in a rush. "And guess what I heard!"

"A royal visit?" you guessed flatly in disinterest.

"No!" she shot back, shaking her head for emphasis. "You know the shaman who lives near the outskirts well?"

"The one by the shaman tree?" your brother chimed in, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes! Apparently, the shaman is dead!"

You frowned, leaning forward in your chair. "Out of the blue?"

"I don’t know," your sister admitted, her voice dropping conspiratorially. "But from what I gathered, they found the body looking… strange. All dried up, with wrinkles everywhere, and the skin had turned dark brown."

The image sent an involuntary shiver down your spine. In your mind, unbidden, came the memory of Agatha and Rio—their enigmatic smiles, their sharp gazes, and the unmistakable presence of power that clung to them like a second skin. You blinked, brushing the thought aside, but a strange unease lingered.

"Was it natural causes?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

Your sister tilted her head, giving you a questioning look. "I don’t know. No one seems to know."

"That sounds like something out of a book," your brother said, half-joking. "Like when someone dies because their energy was completely drained."

You flinched at the mention, but neither of your siblings seemed to notice. They were too busy launching into another bickering match about the plausibility of such superstitions.

You turned your gaze back to the clear blue sky, your thoughts racing. The shaman’s death, the way it was described—it unsettled you more than you wanted to admit. And the fact that your mind had so quickly conjured Agatha and Rio…

Why?

The evening air was cool against your skin as you slipped out of the house unnoticed. The faint hum of conversation and clatter of dinnerware from within the estate faded behind you, replaced by the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

It was not like you had any proof—no solid reason to suspect Agatha and Rio of anything. Yet, the timing felt too coincidental to ignore. The shaman’s death, with its unnatural details, had come so soon after their arrival—or at least, what you thought was their arrival. You realised you did not even know how long they had been in the city. Were they recent visitors, or had they always been here, hidden in plain sight?

Your thoughts churned as your feet carried you toward the outskirts, past familiar streets and into the quieter paths leading to the mountain. You were not sure what you hoped to find, only that you were compelled to go. It felt instinctive; this pulls toward answers—or perhaps toward them.

As the trees thickened and the city lights dimmed behind you, a strange sensation prickled at the back of your neck. You glanced around, but the only movement came from the shadows of the trees swaying gently in the breeze. Still, you could feel them—yellow eyes, glinting faintly in the underbrush, watching you from the depths of the forest.

Animals.

Your steps did not falter. You knew they were only animals, curious and wary of your presence. You had felt that strange connection that seemed to soothe them before. They would not harm you. People were far more dangerous than any predator lurking in the shadows.

The well came into view, its stones dark and worn under the faint light of the crescent moon. The ribbons tied to the shaman tree fluttered in the breeze, their colours muted in the dim light. You hesitated, glancing around, the silence pressing against your ears.

You had to search your memory. The last time you came here, Agatha and Rio guided you to their house. The memory of Agatha’s hand against your back as she gently but firmly steered you forward surfaced, along with the embarrassing recollection of your hand brushing against her lips. Your face burned at the thought.

Focusing, you turned your attention back to the space around the well, scanning for any sign of their path. You had been too distracted then—too caught up in their presence to pay attention. But now you had to rely on instinct, retracing your steps as best possible.

The distant hoot of an owl broke the quiet, startling you for a moment. You exhaled slowly, willing your racing heart to calm.

Think, you told yourself, your eyes scanning the faint trails leading away from the well.

You took a tentative step toward one of the paths, pausing to glance back at the well as though expecting someone to appear and guide you. But no one came. You were alone. For now.

You kept walking, the dark road stretching endlessly ahead, illuminated only by the faint light of the moon and stars. The cold wind brushed against your skin, raising goosebumps as you rubbed your arms absently. The eerie silence around you was broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves, but it did little to quiet the thoughts swirling in your mind.

You were not sure what had compelled you to come out here. At least, that was what you wanted to tell yourself. But deep down, you knew the truth.

You knew what the pull was.

It was not just curiosity or the need for answers. It was them.

Agatha and Rio.

Your steps faltered as the thought struck you again, sharper this time. How could you feel this way? About two people? The very idea seemed impossible, unnatural even. You were never raised to believe in great love, just an arranged marriage that would secure your family’s future and bring honour to your name. And yet, here you were, your heart split in two, each beat resonating with a longing you could not explain.

It is not possible, you told yourself, the words firm but hollow. No one could love two people at the same time—not truly. Not completely.

And then there was the other unspoken truth, the one that made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

They are women.

Loving another woman was a concept you had only encountered in hushed whispers or scandalous rumours, spoken with disdain. But loving two? At once? It was not just impossible—it was unthinkable.

You shook your head fiercely as though the motion could dispel the thought. It isn’t love, you insisted, trying to convince yourself. It CANNOT be love.

But even as you denied it, the truth pressed against your chest, unyielding. Agatha’s sharp eyes, the way they seemed to see through you. Rio’s laughter and teasing wrapped around you like silk. The way they both made you feel—seen, understood, drawn in.

The rustling of leaves pulled you from your thoughts, and you froze. Your eyes darted toward the trees, where shadows seemed to shift and ripple like water. A pair of yellow eyes blinked at you from the underbrush.

A fox, you realised, exhaling shakily. Its gaze was steady and curious, but it made no move toward you. You relaxed slightly, watching as it tilted its head before slipping silently back into the darkness.

The animals did not frighten you. You could feel their watchful presence, their faint curiosity as they observed you from the shadows. But people? People were unpredictable. And the thought of someone—something—lurking in the darkness unsettled you far more than glowing eyes ever could.

Your sister’s words about the shaman echoed in your mind. A dried, withered body, skin darkened unnaturally. It was not a natural death. It could not be.

And if it was not natural, then someone had killed them.

The thought sent a shiver down your spine, your footsteps faltering as your mind raced. Was it Agatha and Rio? Your stomach twisted at the idea. You did not want to believe it. But what if it was not them? What if the real killer was still out here, watching, waiting?

You glanced over your shoulder, the road behind you swallowed by shadows. A flicker of doubt tugged at you, urging you to turn back. But the pull—that strange, unrelenting force—drew you forward like an invisible thread guided your steps.

Again, the memory of Agatha’s touch on your back, the warmth of her hand as she steered you forward, surfaced in your memory like an unshakable echo. And the moment when your fingers brushed her lips. You pressed your hands to your cheeks, trying to banish the thought, but the heat rose in your face regardless.

You paused, scanning the area, trying to search your memory for the way to their house. Now, the quiet surrounded you, pressing against your thoughts as you tried to retrace your steps.

What am I even doing here?

The thought struck you suddenly, sharp and accusing. You had no proof and no reason to suspect Agatha and Rio. Yet here you were, alone in the dark, chasing shadows.

But it was not just suspicion driving you forward. The feeling that had burrowed into your chest and refused to leave. Even as fear prickled at the edges of your mind and doubt whispered that you should turn back, you could not stop yourself.

Despite your initial confidence, a faint tremor of fear began to creep into your steps. The dark forest pressed in around you, the shadows more profound and foreboding with every step away from the city. You had never ventured this far from home at night and certainly not beyond the safety of the city walls.

Though you were not afraid of the animals watching from the darkness, the unknown gnawed at the edges of your mind. The soft rustling of bushes or the creak of tree branches in the wind made you flinch, your heart jumping each time. You kept telling yourself it was nothing—just the wind, just curious creatures—but your nerves refused to settle.

A sharp rustle to your left made you freeze in place, and your breath caught in your throat. You stared into the shadows, half expecting a fox’s curious eyes or a bird flitting between branches. But the darkness offered no reassurance, only an oppressive silence.

And then it happened. A firm hand landed on your shoulder from behind.

You nearly screamed, spinning around as your breath caught in your throat, but your voice froze when your gaze met familiar, piercing blue eyes.

"Agatha!" you exclaimed, your voice shaky and louder than you intended. Relief and shock flooded you all at once.

Agatha’s face was unreadable, but her eyes flickered with something—was it worry? Before you could place it, her expression hardened.

"What are you doing here?" she snapped, her tone sharp and almost scolding.

Her voice startled you, and you stepped back, still reeling from her sudden appearance. "I…" You stammered, struggling to find your words.

Agatha’s hand fell from your shoulder, but she did not step back. Her gaze bore into you, her jaw tightening. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to wander out here alone at night?"

Her words stung, not because they were untrue, but because they mirrored the thoughts that had already begun creeping into your mind. You straightened your posture, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

"I—I could ask you the same thing," you retorted, though your voice wavered.

Her brow arched, the corner of her lips twitching as if fighting the urge to smirk. "Oh, doll, I’m not the one trembling in the dark like a lost kitten."

"I’m not trembling," you said quickly, though you could not stop the slight tremor in your hands.

Agatha’s sharp eyes scanned you, lingering just long enough to make your cheeks burn under her scrutiny. "Why are you here?" she asked again, her tone quieter but no less demanding.

You hesitated, the weight of her gaze pressing against you. "I… wanted answers," you admitted finally, your voice softer now.

"Answers?" Her head tilted slightly, her wavy hair catching the faint light of the moon. For a moment, the sharpness in her expression eased, replaced by something softer, though no less intense. "You couldn’t wait until morning?"

You glanced away, the reality of your impulsive decision sinking in. "It could not wait," you murmured, your fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your dress.

Agatha let out a sigh that sounded almost amused, shaking her head lightly. "Always with the questions," she muttered, though her smirk softened the words. "You do know, doll, that demanding answers at every turn can be quite… exhausting?"

You frowned, her teasing tone pricking at your pride. "I am not demanding anything," you said, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed your embarrassment. "I only want to understand."

Agatha’s lips curved into a knowing smile. "Of course you do," she said lightly, her sharp gaze flicking to the well in the distance. "But understanding doesn’t always come when called. Sometimes, it likes to play coy."

"You’re lucky it was me and not something else that found you," she added, crossing her arms as her smirk turned sharper. "Honestly, doll, you must have a death wish."

Before you could muster a response, the faint rustling of footsteps reached your ears. You froze, your pulse quickening.

"Ah, and here she comes," Agatha murmured, glancing over your shoulder with a knowing smile. Her voice dropped just enough for you to catch the faintest edge of a joke. "Speaking of death."

Your confusion deepened as Rio emerged from the shadows, her green robe fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her dark eyes gleamed with amusement, catching the moonlight as she took in the scene.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Rio teased, her voice light and melodic. "Did you get lost, pretty lady?"

Agatha let out a soft chuckle, the sound low and teasing. "Careful, Rio. You might scare her with that entrance of yours."

Rio’s brow lifted, her lips curving into a sly grin as she tilted her head toward Agatha. "Scare her? Why, I’m the most charming thing she’s likely to meet in these woods."

"Charming is one word for it," Agatha replied, her smirk deepening as her eyes glinted knowingly. She turned back to you, raising a brow. "Now, do you have more questions for us, or will you let us guide you before you get into more trouble?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but Rio stepped closer, her gaze shifting to you as her smile softened. "You’ve been wandering far too long, my lady," she said, her voice dipping into something gentler. "Let us guide you the rest of the way."

"Have you been watching me in the dark?" you asked, your voice sharp as you turned your gaze to Rio. Her teasing words about finding you felt too pointed, too deliberate.

Rio’s lips curved into a sly grin, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. "Perhaps," she said, her tone light and infuriatingly nonchalant. "You are rather hard to miss, my lady, wandering about like a little lost lamb."

Before you could retort, Agatha let out an exasperated sigh, her hand resting on her hip as she cast a glance toward Rio. "Don’t flatter her, Rio. I don’t have time to babysit."

The words hit you like a slap, indignation surging through your chest. "Babysit?" you repeated, your voice rising in anger. "I am not a child, Agatha!"

Agatha turned to you, one elegant brow arching as a sharp smile spread across her face. "Then don’t act like one," she shot back, her voice calm but cutting. "You’re the one wandering out here in the middle of the night, in the dark, without any plan or thought for your safety."

Your cheeks burned, but you refused to back down. You lifted your chin slightly, meeting Agatha’s sharp gaze. "I’m here because I want the truth," you said, your voice firm despite the unease curling in your stomach.

Agatha’s lips curved into a faint smirk, her sharp gaze softening into something more thoughtful. "The truth?" she echoed, her tone tinged with amusement. "Always so bold, doll."

She glanced toward Rio, who was watching with an expression somewhere between amusement and curiosity, before returning her attention to you. "Fine. But not here," Agatha added, her voice gentler now as she gestured toward the path ahead. "Follow us."

Without waiting for your response, Agatha turned on her heel and began walking toward the path leading to their house. Rio followed with a low chuckle, glancing over her shoulder to beckon you forward. Swallowing your frustration, you trailed after them, the indignation still simmering in your chest.

As you passed through the gate, the world shifted around you. The air grew warmer, the oppressive chill of the forest replaced by a strange, comforting stillness. Above, the sky was a dazzling expanse of stars, their light reflected in the shimmering surface of a lake that seemed to stretch endlessly to your left. You could not help but pause, your breath catching at the surreal beauty.

"Still amazed?" Rio asked, her tone playful as she noticed your wide eyes.

Agatha made a soft sound of amusement, waving her hand dismissively. "It’s just a house," she said, though the slight tilt of her lips betrayed her enjoyment of your awe.

They led you inside, where the warmth of the surreal environment wrapped around you like a blanket. Agatha motioned for you to sit, and as you sank into the plush chair, she stepped forward. With a graceful flourish of her wrist, a purple haze swirled around her hand, her striking blue eyes shifting to a vibrant, glowing purple. The air shimmered faintly as a cup of tea appeared in her outstretched hand.

"Drink," she said simply, holding it out to you. Her tone left no room for argument, though her expression softened. "It’ll calm your nerves."

You hesitated, your eyes flicking between the cup and her glowing hand. "How…?"

Agatha’s lips twitched into a smirk as she withdrew her hand, the purple haze dissipating. "Magic, doll. What else?"

As you sipped the tea, its warmth spreading through your chest, you felt your nerves settle just enough to find your voice again.

"The shaman," you began hesitantly, watching their reactions closely. "She… died recently. The way it happened—it doesn’t seem natural."

The words left your lips more sharply than you intended, but you didn’t notice the slight shift in your speech. Normally careful and deliberate with your words, the strain of the moment—and their piercing gazes—left little room for propriety

Agatha’s expression didn’t falter, but her eyes darkened slightly, the faint glow fading into their usual blue. Leaning casually against the edge of a nearby table, Rio tilted her head as though considering your words.

"And you think we had something to do with it?" Agatha asked, her tone neutral but her gaze piercing.

You hesitated, unsure how to answer. "I… don’t know," you admitted finally. "But it’s strange. And it happened right after—"

"After we appeared?" Rio finished for you, her grin sharp and wolfish. "A curious coincidence, isn’t it?"

Agatha sighed, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she moved to sit across from you. Her movements were deliberate and measured, and her voice softened, almost too calm. "The world is full of strange and terrible things, doll," she said.

Rio’s grin widened, her gaze playful but unwavering. "If you’re asking, no, I didn’t kill your shaman."

Your stomach churned, their answers unsettling you further. "Then why did it happen?" you asked, your voice quiet but persistent. "Why would anyone… do that to the shaman?"

Agatha’s eyes narrowed just slightly, a flicker of something passing through them—was it annoyance? Or something darker? "The world is full of hunters," she said, her voice smooth and almost dismissive. "Some hunt for food, others for power."

The cryptic nature of her reply tightened your chest. "Power? What kind of—"

"Enough," Agatha cut in, her tone sharp but not unkind. She tilted her head, her piercing gaze locking with yours. "Do not dwell on the whys of something you cannot change."

Rio’s laugh broke the tension, light and melodic, as she shifted her stance, leaning more comfortably against the table. "Listen to Agatha, pretty lady," she said, her voice teasing yet firm. "The world is too messy to tie into a neat little bow. Let this one go."

Your frown deepened. Their evasive words only unsettled you further. A gnawing unease crept into your chest, but before you could press them, a heaviness began to pull at your senses. The tea’s warmth seemed to thrum in your veins, the edges of your thoughts blurring.

"Sleep, doll," Agatha murmured, her voice taking on a strange mix of tenderness and command. Her words seemed to echo in your mind, wrapping around your thoughts like a lullaby.

You wanted to protest, to demand more answers, but the exhaustion of the night and the weight of their presence were too much. Your body betrayed you, and your eyes fluttered shut, the world fading into a haze of warmth and violet-tinged darkness.

When you awoke, the faint light of dawn filtered through your familiar window. The soft rustle of the morning breeze was a stark contrast to the surreal calm of the night before. For a moment, you lay still, your mind struggling to reconcile the warmth of your bed with the vivid memories of Agatha and Rio’s house.

You sat up sharply, your heart pounding as your eyes darted around the room. Everything was as it should be—your belongings, bed, the morning light streaming in—but something was different. The air still carried the faintest trace of their presence, like a whisper you could not quite hear.

Your fingers brushed against the sheets, and you frowned, a small question burning in the back of your mind: Had it all been real? Or had it been a dream?

[gothamite-rambler]

Stephanie learning Riddler's actual name.

Spoiler (curious, tilting her head): Hey, since I'm meeting you again and you're putting up a fight I feel like we got time, I've been wondering: What's your actual name?

Riddler (taken aback, brows furrowing): What?

Spoiler (leaning in, genuinely asking): What is your government name? It's not Edward Nygma; that's like a goofy alias. What's your actual name?

Spoiler crossed her arms, waiting for a genuine answer. Riddler looked at Batman, but the man simply shrugged and chuckled dryly.

Riddler (sighing, slightly irritated): I don't want to waste time with this, but my birth name is Edward Nygma.

Spoiler shook her head, unconvinced.

Spoiler (enthusiastically): This isn't part of the interrogation, dude. You can be honest with me; this is 'off the record.'

Riddler (twitching eyebrow, frustrated): You're the third person in this guy's team to doubt me. My name is Edward Nygma!

Spoiler held up her hands and spun around slowly, laughing.

Spoiler (between laughs): Okay, I get it, you don't want to be honest because we're good guys and you're a sucky villain, but come on, quit playing. It's Edward Nelson or something, right? Why aren't you laughing?

Riddler shook with rage as he glared at the blonde, masked hero, his fists clenched at his sides.

Riddler (voice rising): It's Edward Nygma, dammit! E D W A R D space N Y G M A! I'm not joking; this isn't a riddle—this is my birth name!

Spoiler's arms dropped and her shoulders slumped in shock. She glanced at Batman, her eyes wide with bewilderment. He nodded, confirming the man was not joking.

Spoiler (trying not laugh): No, it's not.

Riddler (doubling down, defensive): It is.

Spoiler paused for a moment, tapping her chin, then laughed sardonically.

Spoiler (playfully challenging): No, it's not. It has to be Nashton or something because I refuse, I absolutely refuse to believe that your name is Edward Nygma. So when you write it out with the letters and a period, it's E dot Nygma!

Riddler (shouting, exasperated): IT IS! That's my name and yes when it's written like that it's enigma! It's clever!

Batman covered his mouth, continuing to chuckle silently as Spoiler continued the argument.

Spoiler (pointing, teasing): You never thought to change your name? Edward Nashton is less stupid. E. Nash? That could mean anything. E. Nygma? Were you planning to be a supervillain since childhood? Like, Batman, you're smarter than him—tell me the truth.

Riddler (placing a hand on his chest, offended): Smarter than me?

Batman (enjoying the banter, smirking): His legal name is Edward Nygma.

Spoiler blinked, silent for a second, and then threw her head back laughing hysterically.

Spoiler (gasping for breath): I'm sorry, no I'm not! You kept that name while doing this? Before you got caught, you were like, "Edward Nygma, yes they'll never know it's me. E. Nygma." Because later you would title a couple of cards like that, and I thought it was fake—that there was no way it'd be that flipping stupid.

Riddler crossed his arms, clenching his jaw in rage.

Riddler (defensively): It is not a stupid name! My mother named me Edward!

Spoiler (mocking, giggling): And you kept the last name Nygma, you big dummy! I can't breathe; he's so stupid!

Spoiler wiped tears from her eyes.

Riddler (frustrated): Can you tell her to quit mocking me?!

Batman (smirking): Nah, she's on a roll so far.

Spoiler (excitedly, fueled by her laughter): Awesome, let me cook! Edward, you should change your name to Perry Uzzle. P. Uzzle!

Riddler (enraged, throwing his hands up): Uzzle isn't even a last name!

Spoiler (smirking, unwavering): Neither is Nygma! Oh, but wait—you have a Y instead of an I because your family wanted to stand out. At least Harley's name is Harley Quinn, that's immediately leaning towards clown stuff, but your name... Okay, I know this douche nozzle, Cluemaster, better at game show traps than this mess, and his civilian name is Arthur Brown. Not Alex Trebek!

Riddler (furious, near breaking point): All right, fuck you. I'm done. Batman, I'll talk, but get me away from her!

Batman (nodding knowingly): On it. She's been wanting to ask that for a while, and she earned it tonight.

Riddler (grumbling): At my expense? I hate heroes so much.

Spoiler (with mock sincerity): Did we hurt your feelings? What is the most obvious name for a puzzle-solving villain for 500, Alex?

Riddler tried to jump at Spoiler, but Batman held him back while smiling. Spoiler waved, smirking behind her mask, delighting in the chaos of the moment.

[unspeakable-imagination]

Hey pookie bear 🐻, would you mind dropping a nsfw and a sfw alphabet headcanon for our Wolverine?? Also I wanted to tell you that all the love and support you are getting is because you deserve it and because your work is amazing!!! I really hope that you are also enjoying support and love you are getting from all your fellow x-men simps ( I think this should be the fandoms name lol) 🩵🩵🩵💛🩵🩵🩵

Logan Howlett SFW Alphabet

Oh my goodness ofc pookie. I'll post the nsfw one later but for now, enjoy

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

If your not in a relationship, good luck. Logan has the hardest time showing affection towards anyone because of how scared he is to love them. If you, by some type of gods given grace, have ended up in a relationship with him, it's like the flip of a switch. Constant PDA, hands of your hips, you back your shoulders, slung around you in any way he can to show that you're his. Maybe not so much as kisses unless he's jealous. If he's seen another man looking at you, talking to you, or if he thinks thag you're even in their thoughts, he's going to rub their nose in the fact you're with HIM, not them. Kissing you, pulling you onto his lap while he sits, and even taking his time to occasionally run his hand up and down your sides.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Logan would probably form a friendship with you through training Jr fighting in a ring. The most tell-tail sign that he considers you a friend is if he's offering you a drink or favors. Need that picked up from town while he's out? He's on it. Can't lift that specific thing? Consider it done. He won't say anything about it. He just kinda does it. He tried nit to expect anything in return.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Absolutely, especially in a relationship. On the couch, on a bed during movie night. If he's really feeling it, he'll even wrap an arm around scott.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

The idea of a domestic lifestyle terrifies Logan since any time he's tried it, it's ended in the death of a lived one. He truly does crave having a good sense of normalcy, but at this point he probably sees himself as to messed up to have it. Logan would cook for you but cleaning is something he won't touch with a ten foot pole.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Logan would usually rather die than break up with the person he loved, but if he's fallen out of his attachment (which usually doesn't happen) then he would likely be the kind of person to move out and say "Hey, sorry I can't do this anymore."

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As mentioned before, Logan isn't really feeling like he deserves any time of long-lasting relationship. He really does want it though. To be able to achieve it would take atleast a couple of years, realistically a 6 mo- a year to even realize he's into you like that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Logan is really abrasive and isn't the kind of person tnag would really be gently. He usually says it how it is or how he really feels. If you really get on his nerves he gets snappy and doesn't always think his words through. Actually, he never does. If your in a relationship, he'd try to take that into consideration, but you'll have to ask and warn him first.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs take time, and I don't think I can stress it enough. And once you reach a point that he'd even enjoy hugs, he'd still be shocked. You could grab him and hug him and he'd just stand there awkwardly for like 5 seconds before even putting an arm around you and hugging you back.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Logan will probably never want to say it, because that makes it real, and if he really loves you then he thinks you'll die. He tends to Rey and show it through tou actions, but you you have a stable relationship that you explain you need thoes verbal affirmations, he's on it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Logan gets jealous if someone even looks at you wrong, or if someone has what he wants. He gets salty if he doesn't have it, or flaunts it if he does.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This man loves to kiss his partners and even familial people on their forheads. He's got a kid.? Kiss them on the forehead. He's got a wife? Forged kisses every morning. He's got a best friend? A little iffy.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Logan doesn't want to admit the soft spot he has for children, especially his own if 2017 means anything. They do have to kinds work their way in, but once they worm their way into his heart he's as good as a babysitter. He might gwt a little stressed, though.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Logan loves having coffee, Cigars, or even a whiskey on the rocks on a balcony in the forest. Alone or with a partner, he doesn't really mind all that much.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Logan has a hard time going to sleep and staying asleep, but will cuddle you like his life depends on it, taking care to place his hands in a way that he wouldn't stab you if a nightmare were to occur.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think that his past and trauma would kinda be drip-fed to any friends, but in a relationship, anythingbtaht bothers him he will vent about, usually with a drink and a smoke. He will ramble, holding you close and using you as a calming agent while he tells you about his day.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It's very dependant, so situational. This could go wither way. He could blow up or he could be begging to have a good talk, but ultimately, he does end up having a lower tolerance. He could be patient for a bit, but after that it's like a bomb timer.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Logan remebers EVERYTHING down to that one time you liked the way that that one blade of grass waved in the wind on may 14th 20xx.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He loves to flaunt the story of how you two got together and met or a first date. Catching you is usually his favorite memories.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Logan cannot stand the idea of you being in danger for him, but he'll willingly put himself in a position to be atomized, vaporized, castrated, or killed just to see you safe and smiling.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Depends on the kind of tasks. He doesn't like most housework but if you need the help, he's usually there. He likes to bring you breakfast in bed on any important day.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Logan is disgusted by the fact that gets a tendency to look down on some of the people that he loves. He starts treating them like their children, and like they can't care for themselves because. If they can... then is he really needed? Dude has the most isecure attachment style known to man.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He knows he's hot and that's that. Otherwise he doesn't care.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He probably would feel a little incomplete even with you, it would always linger in his mind if it's the right choice and if it will turn out okay, but you definetly help fill the hole.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He totally picks his nose every once in awhile and wipes it on his pants but only like once a month max. Very rate and never around somebody.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Can't stand someone who doesn't like forests. He can't stand cities and even more so, he can't stand living in a city or crowded areas for to long. If you want to stay in the city, it's a deal breaker.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Aside from his nightmares, if he's not sleeping with a partner, he will cuddle his pillows. He also drools and snores and starfishes.