#JUST A MINUTE MORE YESYES

[haruchuiyo]

someone tried to hack into my phone im TERRIFIED

[autism-corner]

as you can tell by the lack of sillyposts i am currently normal and well. no need to clap, thank you thank you.

[oneshlut]

Oh my God.

I had a very funny and slightly strange idea...

Imagine that there is mutual sympathy between the reader and Jax. In short, Jax have crush on reader, but the reader... don’t know it (or just don’t see it.)

So, a new person appears in the circus. It doesn't matter who it is, what it is, what their name is, etc.

So, newbie and the reader became very close friends. I mean, sometimes spending the night in the same room, hugging, holding hands...(I mean friends not like lovers)

Look, I just want to see Jax get jealous, okay...?

Thank youuu🫶💋❤️

A/N: awwwww we love a jealous jax,,, thanks a bunches for requesting!! i've been getting OVERLOADED with requests (which is why i closed them for a while, dw, i've got a schedule goin for me now), i'm just so happy you guys enjoy my works!! yesyes, enjoy! <33

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Imagine: Reader gets a bit too close to a new character, and Jax gets jealous. How does he respond?

You and Jax have always been close. Everyone in the circus knew this. Mainly because you were partners in crime, pranking everyone in sight together.

Jax would never admit it--not to you--but he had always enjoyed your company. You didn't think of him as some 2-dimensional asshole, but rather someone who actually had a life before. He felt.. seen.

On good days, you'd spend a bit of time in his room with him, chatting about nothing in particular.

Yup, I'm lying. The two of you gossiped about everyone all day. Bantering, teasing, joking.. Jax found himself growing increasingly fond of you. Eventually, he had put his full trust in you.

One day, a new sucker joins the circus. It happens every now and then, but not often, so he finds himself intrigued. Apparently, not as much as you were.

You and the new person became friends immediately. Jax is glad you were able to find someone to relate to, as you were both still pretty new.

Doesn't think much of the two of you at first. He's not immediately jealous, don't worry, his confidence is still intact.

So you start spending more and more time with them. Jax does miss you, but he's, again, not that fragile. He doesn't really care, neither does he care to know the person's name that you started spending all your time with.

He will get slightly more antsy around you, though. Doesn't ask you to join in on pranks anymore, since he thinks you're too busy. Okay, he's just dragging himself away from you at this point.

Jax will watch from afar as you and your friend chit chat and what not.. hoping you still cared for him, and then he just happens to spot the two of your hands were interlocked with eachother.

Surprisingly, that wasn't his final straw. Although, when you had talked to him earlier, he was much more tense with you. He forced laughs, and had a constant envious glint in his eyes.

He would've been fine, if you had just went up, introduced yourself to the new fella, and went on to your day. You could've stayed in a safe relationship with them where you only talked sometimes because of circumstance.

But that's not what happened, huh? Now, you had only spent about two minutes a day with him. And he missed you. There, he admitted it. And if he was being honest, he always wanted you and him to be something.. maybe something more. He's not too confident that's going to happen now, though. He felt overlooked.

You just now begin to notice the edge to his voice. Suddenly, he feels a lot more hostile to be around. He'd mumble about nothing in particular, be lots more rude around you. Ruder than usual, at least. And sometimes, he didn't even want to look you in the eye. Part of you thought that it was something you did.. and a small part of you thought he was just close to abstracting. But you knew him better than that. He had a better mental state than Kaufmo ever did.

One night, he decides to approach you about this. He didn't want to live in silence forever, did he? He also didn't want to.. live without you. But when he knocked on your door, his response was a hollow room.

Jax goes to Ragatha for answers, and tells him that the last she heard of you, you were on your way to the new fella's room. If anything was his last straw, this would be it.

But how else is he supposed to drag you away from them? He'd need a reason, and all he's got right now is.. either admitting he missed you, or admitting to something even more mushy and gushy. He did not feel like doing that at the moment.

Instead, it ends up accidentally slipping out in one of your conversations. Not the liking you romantically thing, but the, uh, missing you thing.

Hearing that he missed you left your heart soaring a mile a minute. I mean, sure, you were close, but.. Jax doesn't normally care for anyone. Except for.. you, apparently.

After you were able to silence the flush look on your face, you questioned him about it. He told you about how much time you've been spending with the "newbie", and how he just misses your company, is all. It didn't seem like everything, though. You decided to save that question for another conversation.

So, he was jealous? Hah, he denied it, but you knew better. You had apologized to him, and agreed to set up a prank on Zooble later that day. His voice no longer felt as tense, and you saw a glint of his usual cheeky grin coming back to him. You smiled back. Not before teasing him relentlessly about it, though.

[eluxcastar]

Number 13 and 14 with Arlecchino

Arlecchino being comforted by her s/o

── ୨୧：arlecchino x reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: arlecchino comfort drabbles yesyes

୨୧﹑genre :: sort of fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, possibly ooc because it was written pre fontaine quest, not very proofread, arlecchino is implied to have issues with self-image/perception

୨୧﹑words :: 2.2k

"I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I've met." "I'm going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly."

IT'S HERE you guys always spoil me 13 is my favourite prompt and you are the first of two to request it. completely unrelated but this is so familiar to what Kae said a few days ago (months now omg 😭) when we were talking about One of Repetition and it fits those two so well 😭❤️

to the anon who requested furina it'll take me a minute to figure out how to write her because I haven't played the archon quest but I'll watch some cutscenes and do my best for you

I'll also be using this because I got it in the middle of writing this and thought it fit the idea I had going super well 🙏 that makes three Arlecchino requests with prompt 13 😭 also second anon you're fine dw you guys are free to do with your requests with these prompts as you like, mix them together, add extra descriptions and rambles it makes it more fun 👍 thank you btw 😭❤ feel free to give yourself a name for future requests if you want ❤️ I love having new anons

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It is not often that Arlecchino shows her doubt, maintaining that half-pleasant façade to hide it all. If all people see is a ruthless woman with no regard for loyalty, then the details don't matter. There's no need to question, no need to dwell. She is one thing and nothing more, and she much prefers for nobody to notice the hesitancy in her drastic decisions, the thin-veiled regret as she watches the children she witnessed grow up go on to become valiant children of the Tsaritsa.

If there is anything more, it is disregarded as her unpredictability. She is a roach in the eyes of others, and perhaps she's ok with that…mostly.

To hear someone say "I love you" is strange to her, though it shouldn't be by now.

It shouldn't be unusual to wake up tangled in the sheets with you by her side or the struggle it ends up being to leave that mess as you try to convince her to spend five more minutes with you. It shouldn't be odd to discover that you've gone ahead and made her tea in anticipation of the time she will wake up or to have you remind her every morning that you hung her coat up to dry after she dumped it over the back of a chair the night before or to see you wandering around going about your own job.

But those events all feel surreal to her, even though she has watched you walk your patrol path a thousand times now, and she has seen you slack off where she sits by the window of Zapolyarny when you think nobody is looking.

You are very real, there's no doubt about that.

The things you do never click with her, however.

Perhaps you are real, but she made up these fantasies after watching you loiter by that one spot in the garden a little too long.

Yet every evening, you meet her in her office after you're officially let off for the day, and you usually bring snacks. You are most definitely there, then, as she watches you struggle to get through the door without damaging whatever you found for her to try, usually only small, a pastry you managed to get that you absolutely mustn't knock from your hands.

"I tried to get something that wouldn't make a big mess all over your stuff," you usually say, sometimes hacking on a 6guilty little "But~ these just looked so good…" to try and excuse you for bringing something that would cover her desk in crumbs.

Arlecchino doesn't mind because you went to the trouble of getting her something.

She got you a special chair to pull up and everything, and anyone else who uses it can deal with the death glare they get or find a different one.

But perhaps she made that up too, conjuring the image of someone fumbling their way through her office door to greet her with a smile, sometimes with jam on your mouth from taste-testing the gifts that she'll point out to you that you hurriedly wipe on your sleeve and pretend it was never there.

Maybe she put that chair there for nothing, and it never really moves, and each time she thinks this, she is sure this fantasy will all disappear.

However, every evening, without fail, as the sun begins to set out the window and the room is dyed an orange hue, the door opens, and there you are again. Delusions can't possibly be that persistent, and you would've scowled at her when she approached you in the hallways if you weren't aware of this relationship.

So it must be real, which she's well and truly aware of. There must be a person out there who sees what she cannot, someone who, by some miracle, manages to see past the things that block out all of the good. How can a person see anything but someone unworthy of their love?

What else is there to see? 

The idea of a person who deserves to be loved beneath bloodshed has become unthinkable.

For a person who has been exposed to Arlecchino's worst sins, who has seen everything, and whose worst offence in life is a little laziness on the job, how is it possible to look at her and smile?

Arlecchino often wonders as she watches you. She how you go through your routine of placing your things down, whether on the desk or beside them, then all too happily mosey on off to get your chair and drag it over to sit across from her. She doesn't know why it's this particular day that she asks. Perhaps the fact it was weighing on her mind after a recent mission had her list of redeeming qualities shrinking further and further. It is in her job description, and there are plenty of worse people in this world.

But do you deserve to be stuck with one of them?

"Did you ever feel pressured into accepting my feelings for you?" Arlecchino asks the question so suddenly as you're halfway through walking back with your chair that she sees the exact point you register what she said, freezing in place from the shock. "Whether through status or power," she adds.

You blink a few times before all the motion in your world resumes to greet you with the image of her staring you down from the other side of her desk, patient and waiting for your response. "Sorry?" You let the chair go to return alone to her, standing in the place where you always put it. "I don't, uh…follow? I'm sorry, I just— I'm not sure what you mean?"

She hesitates, momentarily glancing down before her age returns to you and your uncharacteristic expression riddled with worry. She must've made you upset again.

"You want to be in this relationship? With me, that is…" Arlecchino struggles to think of the words, saying them as soon as they appear in her mind. "Even though you know the kind of person I am, you still want that?" 

She studies your face as carefully as she can, watching the way you react as you absorb everything you just heard and assumedly try to put a response together in your head. Arlecchino has noticed before how you take longer to speak than her sometimes, but it tends to make everything you say more thought out, though you may end it like you're unsure.

"Well, I mean…if I didn't, wouldn't I just—" you pause for only a second— "break up with you?" There's silence after you finish. She doesn't say or do anything. To Arlecchino, that strangely almost makes sense, but you must be far too bold to admit that to a Harbinger. "It's not that I want to! I'm a little--…well, I think I'm just a little bit confused where that's coming from."

"I was thinking about it." You frown when she admits that. "Some of the things you have seen of me are…" Is there even a word to encompass that? "unbecoming of a lover."

Is that the right way to phrase it?

Again, you pause, and the telltale signs of consideration cross your face. An intense focus that barely lasts, and Arlecchino waits through it all to allow you your chance to answer, intent on allowing you that much. A few seconds more, and your features relax, looking back at Arlecchino with a tender gaze. "There's not really one 'right way', is there?" Your question, though rhetorical, strikes a chord with the many impulsive responses that flood her mind, all of which she keeps to herself. "You just kind of...try your best. Things might work out, or maybe they don't— the point is that you mean well and put in the work."

"That's not enough," she argues, "you deserve better."

"I deserve what I want." Your rebuttal makes sense in theory, but what do you want? She struggles to make sense of that part, the answer muddled by all of her thoughts and lost in her doubts. 

You could ask anything of her, and she would do it. Any material possession, every feeling, more love than you know what to do with in any form you desire—physical, emotional, intimate—and yet you never do. You accept her awkward hugs, that it takes her time to relax when you lay your head on her chest, the fact she sometimes snores, that her clothes may very well be covered in bloodstains when she comes home depending on uncontrollable circumstances.

You never ask for the things she has plenty of power to give you in return for those flaws.

She shakes her head, "but surely you want more."

"I don't."

"There is a lot wrong that you deserve compensation for." 

Arlecchino clenches the pen in her hand tightly, feeling the slight distress of pressure around it. She can't articulate what, not in the way she understands it; flaws is too broad of a term to use. You would instantly know and understand what she meant in a perfect world, but the world is not so generous.

"Like what?" you question. You feel that it’s obvious that nothing Arlecchino will struggle to say will shake you. She opens her mouth, prepared to refute it, headstrong and frankly stubborn as ever, but nothing comes out.

There is silence for a moment, and no one rebuts what you say. Nobody can. The only other person in the room fights with herself to yield and give in to your unwavering loyalty. In your mind, she is everything you want. There is nothing else you can ask of her than to simply accept that you wish to remain with her if only she will allow you to through her own emotional turmoil.

"Are you listening to what I’m saying?" you ask, frown creeping back onto your face as it tugs the corner of your lips down, seemingly against your will, "I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met."

Another chord is struck, her heart beating so loud it thrums in her ears like suddenly becoming aware it’s been threatening to beat out of her chest the entire conversation. She breathes, shaky and caught up in her own surprise. Somehow, she didn’t expect you to be so sweet in your words or throw her off guard so abruptly. She finds it hard to believe them. Arlecchino’s worries haven’t disappeared, only dwindled. It helps, if not completely. There is a reprieve in listening to you.

You have seen the worst of her, every crease she hasn’t ironed out, her sometimes rotten personality, her stained clothes, the weapons she cleans in your home. You have seen her walk to greet you covered in blood and gore from a savage fight, kneel before you and hold your hand with the same hands she uses to kill vagrants and petty criminals, kiss your skin with those lips that spill the vilest of curses against her enemies.

Before she realises what she’s saying, she blurts out a question, "Do you really believe that?" 

It is quiet, reminiscent of how gently you looked at her earlier as her voice barely breaks a whisper, and she can’t bring herself to break eye contact with you once she finds the courage to make it.

"I do." 

You smile at her, hoping she will smile back. A faint smile graces Arlecchino’s lips, ever the handsome picture. Her sincerity is comforting after such a scare. You still worry, and perhaps you will never stop with the way her mind likes to trick her. How long had she thought you secretly looked at her with disgust this time? You fear you won’t have an answer again, though you desperately wish for one. As much as you notice her awkwardness, dismissing some of it and observing other parts with more scrutiny, it is hard to make her talk to you at times.

"Thank you." It is all Arlecchino can think to say in response as she forgets what else she was going to challenge you on. It will return eventually, and she will face it again, but for now, it settles. Arlecchino can reasonably bury her doubt for a time.

"Can we keep talking?" you ask. 

"About anything," she confirms with a nod.

You turn away, walking across the room in pursuit of retrieving your chair from its designated spot by the wall. You pull it along, dragging it over the floor, and set it down across from her on the other side of the desk you’ve been talking across. Your seat welcomes you as it always does as you settle into place, now comfortably at eye level with her.

"In that case," you begin, taking the pen she holds and wriggling it from her hands. She relinquishes it without much of a fight, allowing you to place it off to the side out of the way. "I’m going to ask you how you are, and I would like you to answer me honestly."

"Anything for you, my love."

[sunny-sourzii]

I said I was going stop making any more sun and moon children. What do I do?

*Does the exact opposite*

I made MORE- 😵‍💫

Meet Celeste and Esmeray

-Yes, They’re twins. Esmeray is the older twin by 3 minutes. Celeste is the younger twin.

-Celeste was a male at birth but very insecure about her male identity so she decided to transition to a feminine identity once she got older. Plus during childhood, she was very shy and had severe anxiety.

-Celeste is a MAJOR extrovert, while Esmeray is a bit of both. She likes hanging out as much as she likes being alone.

-They both have Sun and Moon personalities, Literally. They have every single trait of their parents. (Which They may or may not be the next favorites :))) )

-Sun loves all his children. They’re all his favorites, but the one who is closest with him is Celeste because she is just like him and acts like him. All while moon both hates and loves his children equally as much as he does for them, But Estelle and Esmeray are his pride and joy and loves them both so much in his non-existent robotic heart. Sun plays it normally and moon plays fairly for their children.

That’s it for right now. By the way these two are the 3rd generation so the come WAY after everyone else.

WOWOWOOW HEHEHHE YESYES I LOVE THEM💥🔥💕💥💕

Also 15 kids now damn

Sun and moon be making whole litters wtf💀

[enjoythesilentworld]

this is something i started for kinktober but never managed to pick up again. here it is in all its 800 words of exposition glory ❤️👹

Simon sends Wille a gift, right before they're meant to appear at a royal gala. (cw: nsfw, sex toys)

Simon: There’s something at the door for you.

Wille looked down at the text, still scrubbing the towel through his wet hair, confused. A moment later, there was a knock. Some palace person he’d never seen before stood in the hallway with a small, nondescript package and a tight look on their face. He figured they were new and therefore taken aback by seeing the Ex- Crown Prince standing in front of them, wrapped in a robe.

With a nod, he accepted the package and retreated back into his old bedroom. The tape had already been disturbed on the package, and Wilhelm rolled his eyes. Yet another reason to be glad he’d stepped down, the blatant invasion of privacy.

Wille: How did you even do that? I didn’t know I could get actual packages here.

S: Ingenuity.

He opened the box and found another, smaller box inside. The package fell from his hands onto the bed, and he scrambled to grab his phone again.

W: Simon. Simon, this is a butt plug.

S: That it is. Well done baby.

W: Why did you… Fuck

S: There should be a little remote, too. Do you see it?

There was indeed a little remote. At least three settings on the toy, which could be controlled from a short distance. From, say, across a room. Wille’s fingers and toes tingled, and he flushed red across his chest. His cock twitched under the plush robe, which had already fallen slightly open as he fidgeted where he sat on the side of the bed, staring at the purple toy.

W: Yes.

S: I’d like you to wear it for me tonight. Can you do that for me, baby?

W: Yes.

S: Want to watch you squirm all night in your chair. Want you all stretched out and wet for me.

Want you to have to try to keep a straight face all through the gala, knowing I could bend you over and fuck you at any moment.

W: fuvk

S: Want you to be good for me. Can you be good for me tonight, my love?

W: Yes Yes yesyes Simon Ill be si good f or you I’ll be so so goodf

Wille was only half looking at his phone, eyes reading over and over the words sent from Simon, while the other half of him tore through the small suitcase he’d brought, searching for the lube.

At this moment, he didn’t totally hate that he still occasionally had to attend royal galas. Simon knew he hated them — he hated them himself, too — so Simon, the angel he was, always found a way to make them more enjoyable for Wille. There were plenty of rooms in this godforsaken castle that they’d already defiled, but usually it was under no threat of being found.

This, though? The thought of doing this in a room full of people? The thought of no one knowing their former Crown Prince was filled up, biting his lip and clenching around a purple butt plug while some diplomat droned on about one thing or another, while Simon sat beside him and whispered filthy things in his ear…

S: I’ll be there a bit late. You, however, are meant to show face in twenty minutes, no? Better get going, Wille.

W: m going

The first finger slipped inside, and Wille didn’t even bother to muffle the filthy moan that fell from his lips. He was already so hard, practically aching, just from the idea of what Simon was going to do to him tonight. The only thing that made him frown slightly was that Simon wasn’t there to see him. Wasn’t there to see how good he was being, bent over a ridiculously expensive chaise lounge, fingering himself, preparing himself for Simon.

S: Three fingers. Gentle. Don’t you dare come.

W: I wont Want to be good

S: You’re already being so good, love.

Wille moaned loudly at the text, slipping a third finger in a little too soon, just wanting to feel the burn, wanting the toy inside him already. He could practically hear Simon saying those words aloud to him, could feel his breath ghosting across his ear. So good, Wille, he’d say. So good for me.

He’d had enough, he was tired of waiting, and hastily wiped his fingers on the crumpled robe, and grabbed the toy.

It was fucking perfect. The stretch was fucking perfect, and when it settled fully in him, the tip of it brushed against his prostate when he shifted just right. His arms collapsed under him, and he rested there for a moment, breaths coming heavily, face pressed against scratchy fabric. He imagined Simon walking in right now. Imagined him finding Wille, bent over for him, the end of the pretty toy sticking out of his hole.

Simon wasn’t going to walk in, though. Wille was alone here, for now, cock hanging heavy between his legs. He was going to be hard all night, he was sure of it, and he ached to touch it now, just for one second. But, he wanted to be good, didn’t want to disappoint Simon, even if Simon wasn’t here to see it. 

S: And Wille?

W: yes?

S: Bring the remote with you.

[rhiaarrow]

I've seen ppl talking abt it on twitter and here and I wanted to sort of contribute my thoughts towards it,

Ppl aren't 'forgetting' about qTubbo's death. It's just that the situations of qBad and qTubbo's deaths, while they had the same outcome, were completely different for multiple factors.

(This isn't targeted at the ppl who think the death is being overlooked because that's their analysis and it's totally fair. It's just that people saying that got my analyst brain drawing comparisons between the deaths and I ended up with this big wall of text so...yeah :') )

1 - The build up (from outside POVs)

With qTubbo from most Povs he just sort of... died with no clear build up. Most ppl didn't see the true extent of his self spiralling because he hid it or they just simply didn't spend a lot of time with him in order to pick up on the stuff that we the viewers picked up on. And then all of a sudden he just died with no obvious lead up (unless you watch his pov in which case there was an obvious lead up) but from outsiders who barely saw him, it just happened.

Whereas

With qBad there was a more obvious build up on other Povs, he told the ppl he loved he was dying or at least they knew that something was wrong. They knew that his death was inevitable and as much as they hate to admit it a lot of them had already come to terms with the fact that he would be gone soon. (Again unless you watch his pov the whole build up from the past few months is less obvious but it was more developed with other players before his actual death) Most Povs at least recognised that there was something wrong with the blue spreading across his face because well...it was pretty fucking obvious

2 - The way they told people

qTubbos "I'm an egg, I only have one life left." while true sounds like a joke because well... he's obviously not actually an egg. Ppl joke abt stuff like that the whole time, the Eggboyhalo joke for example or calling Foolish 'egg coded' early in the server. How were all players meant to immediately go 'ah yes, this player is definitely an egg. Yesyes, this makes perfect sense'. It's easy to see how it wasn't taken seriously by a lot of characters when only a few of them were ever given an actual explanation besides "yeah I've only got one life"

Whereas

qBads "I'm fine, don't worry about me." while actively coughing up a lung, covered in blue infection and regularly having memory issues is an obvious lie. Even if people only saw him for a couple of minutes or even seconds it was pretty damn hard to ignore the blue spreading on his body. They'd ask what it was, he'd try to avoid it or redirect them and that person was hit with an immediate red flag of 'oh, so something is wrong with Bad.' which most shelved away and didn't actively investigate but it caused many characters to express being worried about him

3 - Outward visibility

qTubbo died due to his internal issues; self doubt, lack of self worth, suicidal tendencies, etc (I feel bad writing etc but I know there were other factors I just can't remember them) which resulted in him chosing to live using the life system and later chosing to gamble his last life in a game of Russian roulette with Richas.

(None of this being clearly outwardly visible to bystanders even if he wanted them to notice)

Whereas

qBad died due to external issues; parts of his soul physically leaking out of wounds on his body which caused his body to degenerate so far that even as an immortal he couldn't hold on and stop his corporeal body from just giving out on him and forcing him to reset.

(Which was very clearly outwardly visible despite how much he tried to hide it)

4 - The methods of their return

(Honestly I think this part is what's making ppl think that qTubbo's death is being 'ignored' compared to qBads)

With qTubbo, Creation told them that in order to 'restore' him they need smth that they CANNOT craft. Creation did not elaborate further, so they have very little to work with/very little they can actually do in order to try and help him. So most players while they have expressed they want to help, they know that if they do try to help they'll be running at brick walls because they just cannot obtain what is needed and they need to just wait for Creation to show up again.

Whereas

With qBad they know he'll be back (because he's a demon and that's just how they work) and they know what they have to do. They have to wait and be patient when he does return because he might not remember them and he'll probably need pictures to remember. He told them all of this before he died.

On one hand you have qTubbo: Wait for a prompt from Creation or an NPC to help them craft the item to get him back

On the other you have qBad: Wait for him to come back on his own terms

And for the people used to Bad providing a metaphorical example to prove his point in a clearer manner;

When playing a video game you have more hope when waiting for a loading wheel to stop spinning so you can play the level, than you do looking at a level blocked behind a currently unobtainable paywall :/

In other words, dwelling on things you don't know how to fix sucks ass and no one likes thinking about it until they have a tangible idea for a solution and right now only one of the two deaths has an even remotely tangible solution even if it is just to wait and do nothing.

(I understand that ppls reactions to qBads death have seemed more proactive than qTubbos right now but today was the first qBagi and Em learned of him actually dying so it makes sense that today was sort of centered around that. Tbh it just sucks that qTubbo died on an event day bc I feel like if he didn't we would've got a lot more focus and angst out of it but what can you do. But also it's seemed a lot more proactive because qBads kids are actively searching the server for him for 3-4 hours a day which is just depressing as hell, kudos to Pommin and Dapmin for pulling that off :') )

Wall of text over!

Have a flower for your troubles, after all our cubitos have done to us, I think we've earned some flowers without angsty connotations ;-;

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[antimatterz]

boyfriend/dating headcanons

ft. dan heng, gepard (my fav hubbies yesyes)

they might be ooc since i'm still getting into hsr and still trying to get to know them. might rewrite this when i am at that point and maybe i'll expand it with various other characters, i'll see lol

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— dan heng

here's the thing with dan heng

he's quite reserved but also unintentionally blunt and bold sometimes

i mean, he literally was about to perform cpr when he found you unconscious? boy going for that kiss after meeting you a minute ago

the proverb "still waters run deep" perfectly applies to him. he appears placid and that's something you really have to get used to in the beginning

he doesn't say much, nor does he seem to react much to what happens around him

which is a little weird to you at first. is he even happy with you? is he even affected by your presence and your actions? it doesn't seem that way... it confuses you

but really, once you get to know him, you learn to read him very well and you start to see things

his eyes, the corners of his mouth, the faint blush on his cheeks, the secret glances, the way he seems less indifferent around you

the light touches when he thinks no one is watching; his hand on the small of your back as you walk through the corridors of the space station, his fingertips grazing yours as he ponders whether or not to just take your hand even though you're in public..

eventually he grows more confident and open, and though he's still not a big fan of pda, he just can't resist showering you with subtle hints of affection

like playing with your hair during trailblazer meetings as you sit against him (the corners of his mouth would curl up ever so slightly that it's barely even noticable)

oh as i said before, he tends to be quite blunt sometimes, as he often speaks his honest thoughts. okay, he isn't the type to just blurt out things so he knows what he's saying but he also knows how it never fails to make you blush as his remarks leave you flustered

he's not the most cuddly person, you might have to help him get into a little. maybe you have to initiate acts of affection 9 out of 10 times but that doesn't mean he doesn't love you !! it's just how he is

you'd be surprised, though, as the longer the two of you are together, the more he makes the first move when it comes to showing love and affection

still though, i feel like he's more the type to verbally tell you how much you mean to him than through affection

and yeah, he'll leave you flustered as heck because he likes you a lot and he bluntly tells you so because why hide it?

you often tease him about the cpr thing and all the teasing will eventually lead to your first kiss (c'mon, you literally challenged him with all your teasing and who would not indulge if their s/o is literally asking for it?)

well, dan heng takes the chance

as blunt as he is with words, he is way more shy with next-level physical affection so his kisses are shy shy shy and careful which is really cute especially since he becomes so blushy afterwards in the beginning

and seeing the always so collected dan heng being flustered is a rarity and it's just super adorable

— gepard landau

this guy has a reputation

that of being a tough guy, stern and with a strong sense of justice, strong-willed and to some maybe even as cold as the ice of the eternal freeze that covered jarilo-vi

however, that was merely a facade, one that was pretty much mandatory as the captain of the silvermane guards and part of the royal family of belobog

it was only his public image, one that he showed to the people of belobog. you fell for it at first, being quite intimidated by the reputation that preceded him far and wide

but oh, then he developed a soft spot for you and it's so so so obvious that even the people of belobog notice it lol

yes they might notice it but they will never actually get to see the softie he is around you and he r e a l l y is soft for you

will go to his sister serval for advice in the beginning because as tough as he may seem he is actually quite insecure regarding this matter and just wants to do it well

and he is such a sweetheart??

special little smiles only for you, watching him utter out compliments and sweet nothings while he's trying to hide how very flustered he is even more so when you are the one calling him cute names and stuff

not afraid to show you off when the two of you are walking around belobog during his free time, always holding your hand and all

gets beet red every time serval teases him and that happens a lot – which is super adorable; seeing such a tall and tough guy all blushy, you can't help but coo at it which makes it even worse for the poor male

i wouldn't necessarily say he's super cuddly, he's more casual when it comes to that? like he loves it when you snuggle up against him and he won't hesitate to wrap his arm around you and hold you close but going all tiny and cuddly? that's just not him ig but he loves it when you get all clingy around him and he'll reward you with the cutest smile

but really, he has his own ways of showing that he's super into you. for instance, the fact that he's gepard around you instead of captain landau

[mncxbe]

hi!! can you do a akutagawa sorta smut where reader is changing and he accidentally walks in on them and he's super flustered and reader is laughing it off but he's all worked up? I loved ur other subby aku fic

Uu yesyes^^ Loved writing this so much. Today I offer you soft and needy Aku. Hope you like it anon♡♡

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Peek-a-boo

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 ����𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: seduction 101/ smut♡

Blood raced through Akutagawa's entire body, anger seeping from every pore of his skin. Why the hell did everything go so wrong today? Since morning he's had mission after mission, endless hours of suppressed stress and, as if this weren't enough, he also ran into the weretiger during his lunch break.

Making his way towards the locker room, fists clenched in attempt to push down the rush of rage; he turned the door handle and swung it open.

And there you were, standing in the middle of the room; your body slightly hunched over as you tried to pull on a pair of thin stockings.

Your head snapped towards the door, arms coming to cover your chest.

"Didn't you learn to knock or- Oh hi Akutagawa."

Your lips curled into a sly smile when you saw how flustered your colleague was. He stood in the door frame, hand still grasping the knob as he held your gaze. Still, he couldn't deny that he was relieved he walked in on you instead of someone else.

The relationship between the two of you was not clearly defined yet: you were on friendly terms, sometimes even more than friendly considering the amount of times you hooked up; but the mafioso did his utmost during the past weeks to stay away from you.

He hated how his heart fluttered whenever he saw you. Even now, seeing you half naked, he could barely contain the blush that bloomed on his cheeks.

"Well?" you asked in a playful manner "Come inside. I need your help with my dress."

You had managed to slide the black stockings up your legs, their fabric so translucent that Akutagawa could see your skin through it. He gulped and stepped towards you.

"How was your day?" you asked again, reaching for a coathanger in your locker.

"Shitty" he scoffed "And yours?"

"Kinda ok. I'm going out tonight, as you can see." Pulling the plastic cover from the hanger, you showed him your dress. "Pretty, right?"

It was indeed a beautiful dress: mid thigh and charcoal coloured with little specks of shimmer.

"Yea. Really pretty." he hummed.

You turned around, slipping into the dress and slid it up your figure.

"Gimme a hand with the zipper will you?"

Akutagawa's hands trembled slightly as his lithe fingers travelled down to the small of your back and pulled up the zip. You held your hair in a loose bun, exposing the nape of your neck.

With each second that passed, not touching you became harder and harder. He missed you; your touch, your voice, your scent, the long nights you spent together.

You could basically feel the tension slowly building between you, like a force that pulled you towards him and you smirked. Pushing your body flush against his, your ass rubbed his erection.

"Thank you Ryuu." you giggled.

His hands fiercely gripped your hips, halting your movements. "Don't" he hissed, hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

"Why not? You sure seem eager to see me." you mocked as you turned to face him. "You've been avoiding me."

"I haven't..." he stammered, but the pleading look in your eyes made it hard for him to lie. "I'm just tired and frustrated."

A light chuckled rolled off your lips; music to his ears. "I know. How about I help you with it? I still have twenty minutes 'till I have to leave."

Tracing the lapel of his coat you smiled sweetly. Akutagawa's heart sank, lips parting as he gave in and kissed you. It was sloppy and needy and he mentally cursed himself for behaving so weakly in front of you. With his fingers entangled in your hair he pushed you backwards and pressed your back against the lockers.

"Needy, needy boy." you hummed as his lips traced feathery kissed along his neck, earning a groan from him.

Your colleague was too embarassed to reply, simply following whatever his body was telling him to do. He needed you so badly; depriving himself of you was a stupid move which only made him yearn for you more.

One of his hands hooked under your knee and you followed his lead, loosely wrapping your leg around the side of his body. From this new position you could feel his erection pressing against your pelvis.

"May I?" he asked defeatedly, digits lingering on the wristband of your stockings.

"Since you asked so nicely." You playfully booped his nose, causing the man to blush even more.

Words could not describe how incredible it felt to see him unravel in front of you. Because of you. Lust pooled Akuatagwa's eyes and his hands trembled in anticipation as he took the stockings off your leg; his gaze hungrily taking in every inch of your skin.

Akutagawa hastly pushed your panties aside and slipped inside, a desperate moan rolling off his lips.

"God you're so tight" he uttered between low grunts. He buried his head in the crook of your neck in attempt to conceal his flustered expression, teeth gently sinking into your plump skin.

His thrusts were deep and painfully slow; a futile attempt to prolong this moment. You could tell that he was holding back and this mere realisation made your heart flutter. Gently tugging at the black tufts of hair at the back of his head, you whispered the praise and sweet words he so desperately needed.

"Just like that Ryu. You're doing so great please don't stop" Your voice lulled him in a state of pure bliss, eyes rolling back as he picked up the pace.

It didn't take long for him to reach his high, his lips finding yours again. That kiss conveyed all unspoken workds and feelings, all his hopes and wishes. And you returned it, a small whimper escaping your lips when you felt his cum fill you up.

"Shit I'm sorry Y/N" he apologised between ragged breaths as he watched the white liquid dripping down your thigh.

"Nah don't worry. I'll go clean myself up." you said dismissively. "You feeling better now?"

Akutagawa took a moment to just feel. Indeed, the anger and lust were gone, having been replaced by a sweet feeling of... relief? serenity?

His lips curled in a sheepish smile as he nodded. "Yea. Thanks a lot."

"Anytime sweetie. Now I gotta go or my friends are gonna start drinking without me" you said with a wink before putting on your heels and walking towards the door.

"Hey, Y/N."

"Yea?"

"Call me when you're done with your friends. I'll come pick you up, ok?" You raised an eyebrow in surprise, urging him to add "I mean, it's the least I can do after... you know."

"Okay. That works" you beamed, waving him goodby. "See you later Ryuu."

Akutagawa watched the door close behind you, the muffled sound of your heels clicking against the floor growing fainter with each step you took. He took a seat on one of the benches and inhaled deeply. Your perfume still lingered in the air.

Resting his head on the palms of his hand; knees propped on his knees he sighed. Why on Earth did he have to catch feelings for you?

[watcher-etern-sealedaway]

for mwarch: Skizzpulse 20? secret relationship skizzpulse will save me :3

teehee yesyes i will oblige very much so

i loved writing this so much and may write more with this dynamic uwu :3 I HOPE U LIKE IT AS MUCH AS I LOVED WRITING IT

PRONOUNS imp: he/him/his/himself | ce/cir/cirs/cirself | te/tyr/tyrs/tymself skizz: he/him/his/himself | ey/em/eir/emself | ae/aer/aers/aerself

word count: 786 (holy shit i entered a fugue state what happened)

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Impulse hooked one of the window slats on his claw and peeked down into the streets. The city was completely quiet at night. Bdubs was nowhere to be found and few seldom visited this late.

A bright white flash streaked through the sky and landed gingerly on the sidewalk. The figure was lightly luminescent, looking around the streets and then down at a piece of paper they held in their hands.

It took a while for them to find the place indicated on the paper. They slipped into the door at the bottom of the building Impulse watched from.

Impulse's pointed tail flicked back and forth in excitement as ce waited. A few minutes later, the door to the small apartment opened a crack and a soft white light streamed through.

"Imp? Ya in here bud?" Skizz asked from behind the door.

Impulse couldn't help but let out a deep purr at the sound of aers voice. He pulled the door fully open and swung his arms around Skizz.

Skizz laughed as ey stumbled back against the weight of eir partner, "Woah there, I haven't even stepped in the door!" Ey fluttered their glowing wings.

Impulse hung with tys arms around Skizz's neck, "I missed you," te said with a faux-pout. "We haven't gotten to be together in so long."

Skizz ran his hands through Impulse's hair, settling his fingers around cir horn. A contented rumble escaped cir throat as Skizz nuzzled into cir hair. Skizz's ordinarily silent aura shimmered faintly into view and emanated a happy thrum.

"Finally alone, though. No one around to find us out," Skizz said.

Impulse grabbed Skizz's hands and pulled aer across the room. Impulse flopped over the side arm of the couch, dragging Skizz over the edge with him.

Skizz yelled as ey went tumbling on top of Impulse, landing with a thud. Impulse grunted with a smile on cir face, laughing with Skizz.

Skizz's wings came to rest over both of them. They stared into each other's eyes, blanketed in Skizz's soft angelic light. The world outside the window wasn't important. Not when they had each other's eyes.

Vibrant azure. Shimmering gold.

Impulse raised his hand to Skizz's face, tracing a line down from aers temple to aers cheek. Pressing his claw against aers skin with just enough force to make Skizz melt.

Skizz sank into Impulse and met his lips to tyrs. Impulse was warm, hot even, in a way Skizz never felt except when he was with tyr.

Impulse threaded cirs hand through Skizz's hair and pulled em deeper into the kiss. Eir lips were cool, freezing even, in a way Impulse never felt except when ce was with em.

They eased into each other's touch. Every time, it was a slight shock to feel just how opposite they were. Every time, it got easier to give in. It got easier for Skizz to submit to Impulse's warmth, it got easier for Impulse to embrace Skizz's chill.

The kiss felt like it lasted for hours. The only light in the room was emanating from Skizz's wings, which had wrapped around Impulse. Impulse responded in kind, tangling cirs tail around Skizz's leg.

The only sound in the room was Impulse's demonic purrs and the faint pleased hum of Skizz's angelic aura.

That is until there was a knock at the door. Impulse and Skizz instantly separated, staring at each other with wide-open panicked eyes.

"Where do I go???" Skizz whispered urgently, jumping to eir feet.

"Uhh.. Uhm," Impulse looked around as ce stood up off of the couch.

"I thought no one would know about this place!" Skizz said.

The knock came again. Impulse's heart started beating out of tyrs chest.

"Just stay behind the door!" Impulse said.

Skizz stood flat against the wall, aers aura going silent but aer wings growing in brightness.

Impulse swung open the door, "Gem! Heyy.. What's up?"

Gem's ears flapped, "Was just going by on my nighttime flight... And thought I'd ask you if you could help me with a redstone thingy in the morning," Fae said.

"Oh! Yeah, uh- Sure thing!" Impulse replied with an awkward chuckle.

"Were you talking to someone?" Gem raised faer eyebrow while fae looked around in the apartment.

"Nope! Just me haha! I come up here when I need some peace and quiet," Impulse said, a bit louder than te intended.

Gem's eyes fell on the gap between the door and the carpet, where Skizz's light was peeking through. Her expression dropped into a smug look, "Alright, Impulse. You have fun being alone with your peace and quiet," She chuckled and left.

Impulse closed the door, revealing Skizz staring at him.

"So fae..."

"Yup."

"And fae's going to..."

"Probably."

"We are never going to live this down, Dippledop."

"Just shut up and kiss me again."

~~~~~

the intention is that gem is going to mercilessly tease them, not out their relationship before they're ready

[fairykazu]

art museum ft. albedo, ganyu & keqing ⊹ ࣪ ˖

cws: established relationship: ganyu, mutual pining: albedo, one sided pining: keqing, fluff, slight jealousy, dates, reader is implied to be feminine; reader can be taken as gn!

notes: i wanted to write for kazuha but i couldn't think of ideas for him :'(

mlist | based on headcanons

ALBEDO

he wanted to take you somewhere you can see his feelings for you

since you both share the love for the arts, he decided to show you his exhibit of his recent or oldest works

he didnt expect you to share the same feelings as him

it was your first time being at an art museum or at least being accompanied with someone. well, actually, it wasn’t really an art museum when really, its more like an art exhibit. albedo’s art exhibit.

even though, he is the host, he was walking around with you linked to his arm. “albedo? what’s this piece about?”

you pointed to a painting that were more abstract than the others. albedo’s fair complexion reddens a little, “it’s about me experiencing love for the first time.”

“really?” you said, tilting your head. he looked at the expression on your face, your face twisted into jealousy.no matter how you tried, albedo can read you just as easily as a book. “i envy that girl you loved to make that.” you tried to laugh it off but in your eyes, you didn’t find the joke to be funny.

albedo chuckled, which his laugh snapped your attention to him, peeling your eyes off of the piece. “what?”

“this piece was influenced by my love for you.”

“wait what?”

albedo watched how you experienced the stages of grief within ten minutes.

“OH.”

he laughed again as you tangled your fingers in his flax hair. “do you get it?”

“yesyes!”

GANYU

you two had been waiting for ganyu to have a day off to plan another date

usually your planned dates dont go so well so you try to make a spontaneous one and pray it works

surprisingly it does

as you two were already on a date, however when you saw an art museum, you knew you had to take your girlfriend there. today was unfortunately the only day ganyu had time off from work but you were ready to switch gears and make this date the best of all.

“yu! lets go here.” you said, pointing to an art museum. ganyu tilted her head, squinting at the sign.

“the… enchanted canvas?” she fiddled with the ends of her dress.

you confirmed, “yes!” glancing at her face, you reassured her, “i know what youre thinking but dont worry about the costs! i got you,”

you showed her your wallet, packed jammed with money. too much money but she cant stop you from buying for her or not allowing her to pay.

“okay!” the both of you entered, seeing the rows of pieces around the walls. the glass cases of different arts from all over the world.

due to the different aesthetics you both have, naturally, you both separated. you came across a painting that was blue, actually, different variations of blue. the artist used golden accents to highlight the plant they chose to use in the painting. hydrangeas. these colors and especially the flower reminds you of ganyu.

“yuyu!” you said, hoping she caught your voice. behind you, you heard familiar clacks of heels. “hm?”

“this painting reminds me of you.” you pointed to the large canvas framed in gold. ganyu chuckled, “thank you, sweetheart. ive seen one that reminds me of you too.”

“yu, do you think i can buy this for you?”

“name, with both of our savings combined, i dont think we can buy this.” she joked, but really was trying to convince you not to buy the painting.

“hmm.”

“do you want to see the painting or…”

you changed your mind, or seemed to. “yes, lets go see it!”

KEQING

keqing had been admiring you for far too long and realized that the feelings she thought was platonic were actually romantic

on todays hang out you both have topics to share

“keqing, where do you wanna go for today’s daily debrief?” you asked. the both of you met up at a local cafe and usually on every friday, you both talk about whats happening in your life. but keqing noticed that you have been flaking every other friday making her concerned for you, which is why she called a debrief on a thursday instead. “let’s go to the art museum. the one reel you sent on instagram.”

“oooh! ive been wanting to go to the glided gallery.” you replied in excitement. keqing nodded as she pulled out her phone,

“its a 5 minute walk from here. lets go.”

- - -

you and the purple haired girl walked into the museum. seeing how every other person was dressed, you felt embarrassed because of how underdressed you felt.

“‘qing dont i look like underdressed?” you asked, feeling the regret seeped into your bones. keqing seemed like she brushed it aside but really, she was thinking really hard on what to say to you. “no. you look gorgeous.”

“oh! thank you. so what did you want to talk about keqing?”

keqing winced, she had forgotten the reason why she invited you in the first place. other than asking you why you flaked out, she likes you. as in, likes-likes you.

“i was going to ask why did you flake out on the last meeting, n/n.”

“oh!” you said, flustered a little. “thats because ive been talking to this guy-”

a guy? again? hasnt enough guys broke your heart

“and hes really sweet. i think you know him actually! xiao?”

oh. nevermind, this guy would never break your heart.

“ohh, hes loyal.”

“isnt he?!”

“um, lets go pver here.”

unluckily, keqing thought. this section shows the romantic side of artists. “oh okay, wait, keqing, was there more you wanted to tell me? i can tell on your face.”

keqing’s heart and brain fought between confessing to you and not telling you. its a cycle she goes through, laying on her bed to everyday thought. she was going to confess but after hearing you have another boyfriend. she decided against it, bringing this secret to the death bed.

“oh. no, i just wanted to show you how this painting is really cute.”

“youre right, it is.” you were mesmerized by the painting hung on the wall, you couldnt see that keqing was just as enchanted just by looking at you.

[supercanaries]

Ship: Dabi Hawks 🦅🐍 Rating: 🔞 Tags: A / B / O, Omega Hawks, Alpha Dabi Notes: For Kinktober 2023 from the firecanaries kinktober list. Might be developped from drabble to full fic in the future ✨.

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Not a single coherent thought is going on in Hawks’s brain anymore, nothing but the wonderful feeling of being filled by his alpha. 

Touya’s perfectly swollen dick stretches him oh so well Hawks cannot bring his eyes to focus. He’s a squirming mess underneath Touya’s sweaty flesh, sunk in the sticky sheets with his legs up and wrapped around the villain’s torso, his sight blurred and his lips unable to form any words that aren’t curses or a relentless stream of yesyesyes whenever Touya hits that spot, the thin rim that separates his alpha from his womb deep inside.

“You take me so, so well, fuck,” Touya’s mouth hisses straight in his ear, his tongue coming out to play with his earring between kisses, “so tight, so wet, all for me.”

Every bit of Hawks feels like he’s gonna go insane at any moment. His omega purrs stronger at every thrust of Touya inside him, his animal instincts from his mutation growing more impatient at every slap of Touya’s fat, full balls against his ass, his sanity burning as if Touya was setting it on fire himself. 

So when Touya pulls his face back from his neck and slides his tongue inside Hawks’ mouth, he just whines and babbles against him, pleading, not sure what for.

His legs startle around Touya and he only realizes he has his nails sinking deep in the burnt and sane skin of his back when Touya chuckles against his mouth.

“You’re so wild today,” he says between kisses, full of himself as a consequence, his eyes a blurred blue mess in Hawks’s wet eyesight, “What’s gotten into you, pretty bird?”

Hawks wishes he had any type of answer, but instead all he has is moaning moremorepleasemore straight into Touya’s mouth as he squirms from below, trying to roll his hips to meet his thrusts. 

Touya doesn’t seem to mind, though. He tries to keep control – it’s clear, and manages quite well considering just how desperately he’s fucking into Hawks like his life depends on it, but Hawks doesn’t miss the way his hands slip from the mattress twice or three times, of the way his knees seem less secure on the bed than they were minutes ago.

His fingers grab the sheets and he grunts over Hawks’s face, drops of sweat coming off his face and straight onto Hawks’s cheeks until Touya’s practically fuming all over, smoke coming out of his body, and Hawks can smell the burn from the sheets at the side of his head. 

“Fuck, wanna come inside you so, so badly,” Touya curses between gritted teeth, slapping Hawks’ asscheeks with his hips. Hawks whines in spite of the slick flowing out of his body and slipping between thrusts to pool on the bed beneath his ass. Touya reaches to kiss his mouth, caressing Hawks’s tongue with his own. “I know, I know, I’m not going to,” he breathes over his mouth and fucks into Hawks like he’s really going to instead, “but I want to so bad.”

Yeah, Hawks wants that too.

He wants to feel Touya deep inside his womb, wants his knot so badly he might cry over it. He wants to be stretched by him just once, wants their bond to be physical again, like the time Touya claimed his gland and branded him his. He wants Touya to spill inside of him, fill him with his pups so that he can carry them for his beloved alpha. That’s definitely not going to happen, possibly ever. 

His legs tighten around Touya’s back and waist, as he tries to pull him closer, as if the villain wasn’t already inside him and couldn’t possibly get any closer. But Touya gets it anyway. He bends down to kiss Hawks’ mouth messily, tongues wrapping together in a clumsy dance, heads tilting frantically and almost never creating the right angle. But they’re both too gone to care. 

“‘m close,” Touya whispers inside his mouth.

“Yesyes,” Hawks practically pleads back against his tongue, reaching with his hands through Touya’s white hair, pulling him closer, devouring his mouth sloppily, rolling his hips to meet his thrusts. Fuck, nothing feels better than pleasing his alpha. Hawks throbs and leaks just from the thought of Touya coming because of him.

“Gonna pull out,” Touya kisses him, “in a moment.”

He kisses him again.

Hawks’ omega screams no in his brain, in his heart, in his soul.

He wants to be filled so badly, he can feel the tears form at the corner of his eyes. The strangled cry that comes out of his throat proves it too. 

He’s wanted it before, sure, but this time it feels different. This time his toes curl at his feet, his thighs start trembling and the mess of what remains of his wings quivers in anticipation. His lower belly feels warm, itchy and pulsing, and his face is practically on fire. Not even Touya’s boot on his cheek felt that way. He knows something is up. He can tell his body is responding differently, but fuck it if he knows what it is and if he’s going to let it stop him from making his alpha come.

“Hawks,” Touya says over his mouth, not kissing back when Hawks’s reaches for his lips with his own. His tone is suddenly serious. 

“What?” Hawks only realizes his eyes were closed when he opens them.

Cerulean eyes are staring back at him strangely.

Hawks isn’t sure he’s ever seen this specific look in Touya’s eyes.

They’ve fucked plenty when Hawks was under cover, and he knows they took it where they shouldn’t have. He knows because he has a mark to prove it. Because Dabi became his alpha and because Touya still is. But he’s never seen Touya give him such a look. His eyes look bigger in the dim light of Hawks’s room. His gaze is softer and genuinely surprised. Hawks didn’t think anything could surprise Touya anymore. 

It’s beautiful, the way his lips are slightly parted in shock. His eyebrows are arched upwards comically. It almost looks like someone else’s face but it’s still his alpha.

“Why did ya stop?” Hawks lazily rolls his hips.

He can feel Touya throb at the motion. He has to be so, so close.

“Baby bird, I don’t think you realize.” His lips twitch in a grin. It’s sly, maybe proud, but it’s not malicious. “You’re locking me.”

[veneerslovey]

Hi! Could you maybe do Kid Ritz X veneer NSFW story or headcanons? It's up to you to choose‼️ love how you write ‼️‼️💞

YESYES OF COURSE GORGEOUS<33

I had such good ideas for this and then I forgot about them while studying so I apologise if this isn’t the best😭

(CHARACTERS AGED 18+) <nsfw fanfic>

+Angst and fluff😇 kinda

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Ritz was sat on the sofa watching TV as he was waiting for veneer to come home,though all of a sudden he heard the doorknob rattling before it swung open hitting the wall shaking the whole room. Ritz swiftly turned around immediately stepping up from the sofa. As he turned to look at the door he saw veneer walking in,in tears. He reached his hand out to wipe away his tears but veneer refused to let him. “Please don’t touch me,just… justleave me alone!!” He shouted at him before walking away to their room crying even more. Ritz was shocked but even more,he was worried. He had waited for a few minutes giving veneer some space ,though afterwards,he walked up to the room knocking on the door. “Veneer,can I come in??” Waiting for some sort of response he just decides to walk in.

As he walks in he looks over to the bed to see veneer sobbing,his eyes red and puffy,and his hands shaking. “Veneer love,please,what’s wrong” Ritz asks,as he walks over to veneer and sits near him on the edge of the bed. Veneer hardly able to speak,out of breath says “I-it’s all my fault,I’m such a screw up” basically tripping over his own words. Ritz moves closer over to him pulling him into his arms as he sobs into him, “No babe,you’re…you’re not,just tell me what happened ok..” trying to reassure him as calmly as possible with his every word. Veneer partially pulls away and looks up at him. “M-me and.. Velvet, we,we had a arguement because I mes-” he stops trying to catch a breath and prevent himself from crying any further. “Because you what??” Ritz looks down at veneer asking but brushing his fingers through his hair trying to signal him that it’s ok for him to say. “I messed up really badly,on stage.. infront- of everyone!!” He starts tearing up again and his voice begins to crack “And,now v-velvet hates..me” Ritz uses his sleeve to dry his face before hugging him tightly. “No veneer,she doesn’t hate you,not at all…” He said as he tried comforting him “You know what velvets like,she’s your sister. Your both bound to argue every now and then,though she cares about you veneer it’s ok,she doesn’t hate you I promise” pulling him in tighter veneer still shaking moves in as to embrace Ritz “I suppose your right,we do argue all the time…” <next part nsfw>

Ritz then sits up, “cmon babe you just need to get your mind off of it,it’s ok you just to be soothed” Veneer looks at him nodding “so what now” Ritz’s tone then slightly changed “well if I’m gonna ‘soothe’ you then I was thinking we could..” He goes silent but veneer already knew what he meant so he just smiles and nods again. Just then Ritz then gets ontop of veneer softly pressing his lips against veneers,already veneer was slightly whining just from the anticipation and tension of the moment itself. Ritz then began brushing his hands up and down veneers body all the way up from his neck to his shaft,by then veneer was already squirming under his touch and gaze. Ritz pulled away from his lips, looking at veneer underneath him smirking lustfully at him,he then slid himself down veneers body then pulled down his pants revealing his erect penis twitching slightly and leaking with pre-cum. “So cute,as are you baby~” Ritz teases as he looks up at veneer almost laughing. “I’m not tryna be to hard on you but I wanna see how far you can go,that’s alright..right.?” Continuously looking up at veneer waiting for his approval “m-mhm”. That was all he needed. He started playing with and teasing him a little first,rubbing his thighs and anywhere around his dick but he decided he would just let him have it easy. “Alright then..” Ritz says before leaning down and completely swallowing veneers cock,he could already hear veneer above him whining and quietly moaning,he partially laughed hearing him while doing so.Having veneer making such foul sounds above him just made him feel more powerful so he just went quicker,he already was before but by that point veneers whole body was shaking and before Ritz could even finish himself veneer came in his mouth. Swallowing it,Ritz sat up laughing “already,am I just that good or are you just that sensitive. It doesnt matter though,we’re not even finished yet~” Veneer himself was kind of laughing to,not in a nervous way just in a pleasant way along with Ritz. Ritz again got up but this time to undress himself, he got completely undressed letting his cock bounce out almost in a intimidating way,he went back over to veneer and asked “your not afraid of it are you” laughing, veneer looked up at him yet again laughing along with Ritz “why would I be afraid of such a silly thing,I guess we’ll just have to see” completely stopping ritz in his tracks, “Your right,I guess we will just have to see” remarking veneer before thrusting his cock in and out of him “fuck- you feel so fucking good~” he begins to increase the pace as the sensation grows bigger and bigger. Veneer under him is being absolutely ruined holding back more tears but this time from pleasure, “you should see the look on your face! N-ngh- You’re so fucking hot baby~” Ritz says biting down on his lower lip,grunting and groaning with each thrust. He yet again picks up the pace thrusting harder each time he does so “Veneer babe,I’m so close~I just can’t get enough of you..” he kept repeating himself “I’m close,I’m so close~” he says so one final time before pushing in as deep as he can,his muscles tensing as he climaxes inside of him. Veneer underneath him having his load being released into him moaned loudly shuddering and twitching all over, Ritz finally pulled out and looks at him,his expression completely changed “are you ok?” “Mhm” veneer mutters out barely able to even speak. Ritz smiles and leans down to kiss him gently, his hand stroking veneers hair soothingly. "Good, because I could definitely go again.” He then stops rethinking his words “maybe not today though…but just tell me if you need anything okay.”

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I apologise if I’ve messed up on any parts or if it’s just terrible in general,it was rushed and also done when I’m both not in the best mental or physical state but I hope you like it and thank you so much for enjoying how else I write it means so much to me honestly😭🩷

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay so I have been…. Thinking big thinks about Agere!Buggy I can’t really put anywhere else so don’t mind me if I just drop this here. Tw for involuntary regression and Buggy having a not so fun time being little tough.

Personally I can really easily see as Buggy being someone who you… wouldn’t necessarily pick out as being regressed when it happens, partly because his upbringing was more unusual, living on a pirate ship and all, which means what he wants and needs tend to be different from people who grew up with a relatively normal childhood on an island or similar.

Buggy gets even more of a temper when he starts to regress, flips out more, seems to be ticked off at the smallest things, but not in his usually flamboyant, constant screaming manner, but more in a way that insinuates that he’s five minutes away from completly shutting down. When he finally retreats to a place where he’s alone he will most likely wreck parts of his room in anger and frustration, before breaking down quietly sobbing, because what Buggy longs for during those times aren’t toys or games specifically. When he feels small he longs for the feeling of someone playfully ruffling his hair and telling him „It’s gonna be fine kid.“ he longs for the times someone lifted him and Shanks on their shoulders while his family their crew was celebrating till deep into the night, he misses gruff men with calloused hands teaching him how to tie a decent knot. He misses a time before he had to grow up way, way quicker than even he would have thought, a time where Roger dying seemed like a nightmare you half remember the next day thinking to yourself how you could even come up with something like that. A time where Shanks would drive him to insanity but he also was certain he would sail him to the edge of the world. And no toys and no games will ever give that back to him.

Closing this angst fest out with saying that I actually do believe he could still gain some comfort from being little if the circumstances allow it. Both Mihawk and Crocodile fill in roles that in some ways would have fit in well with the Oro Jackson back in the day.

Crocodile is a big and intimidating man, not really cruel to him anymore but it would be a stretch to call him „nice“, yet little Buggy immediately feels relaxed in his presence, maybe even more so than big Buggy. He can count on Crocodile to protect him, even if he’s scolding the clown for being a pain in the ass, he doesn’t have to worry about anyone when he’s with Crocodile, strong, smart, wise Crocodile, who always seems to hug him just a bit closer when he feels small, even if he tries to play it off as casual pda towards his lover when they are in public.

The same goes for Mihawk, who’s imposing in a different way, but who has a natural knack at finding out what Buggy needs. Who can snark „Your bad mood is intolerable. You should lay down until you cooled off.“ and Buggy can whine and moan all he wants about that, his big side even haughtily proclaiming he doesn’t need to listen to Mihawk seriously assign him „Nap time“, but who more often than not find himself waking up next to Mihawk on their fancy couch, the swordsman reading a book next to him and seemingly paying no attention to him, but also Buggy doesn’t remember that he laid down with a blanket when he first slinked up next to Mihawk in the first place.

And if there was ever any room for a happy ending including Shanks, their crews would definetly see them emerge from the woods of an island they have just docked at, late in the evening. Both of their captains bantering and laughing, carrying a bucket of fish they just caught. They both look like messes, full of dirt and apperantly fruit juices, and Shanks just laughs when Yasopp asks what on earth they where doing. „We found some blackberry bushes and had a blackberry fight.“ neither of their crews fully get it but they do notice that their captains seem lighter after those days.

Jesus christ on a motorbike YES YESYES GIMME ALL YOUR THOUGHTS I will hoard them like a dragon I SwEaR!!!!!

Buggy would absolutely have really hyperspecific needs that he can't articulate or even fully grasp, big OR little.

Like.

The bit with Crocodile?? That makes him teeter more than most things. Big, Warm, Calloused Hands make him melt in every way imaginable but when Croc pats his head or gives him a squeeze, part of him just unfurls a teeny tiny little bit.

Mihawk just showing his care casually and quietly is always a good tale, especially with "assigning nap time" and the casual little blanket bit, just aaaaAAAA♡♡♡♡

And the TEMPER tes, Buggy has negative emotional regulation skills, but regressed?? That threshold just EVAPORATES. He'll slip sway, rage, and shatter alone because solitude is the safest thing to him. Maybe a few HIGHLY trusted people know, but... honestly, I think it'd be wild if Cabaji and Mohji knew, but once the Impel Down Thing happened and they went with Alvida as a captain, it fundamentally Altered Buggy's trust in them. Like. On the one hand, absolutely survival, he gets it, but on the other hand that's his crew, his people, and it stings ((and reminds him of another crew, one he trusted with his heart and soul and safety, who left him in pieces, bloodied and hunted because his father was killed and nobody was enough of an adult to help the literal children in their care)).

Also:

Buggy having weird little things he associates with childhood and the sensation there, it all being unusual to most is absolutely true 110%, no 1000000%. Learning knots just AAAAAAA Buggy regressing and his favorite toy being a rope kinda kills me /pos AND /neg.

Just. Imagine fir a minute all these small things culminating up until Crocodile and Mihawk get faced with smth mundane and typical like a stuffed animal or a certain toy, and Buggy just.... doesn't understand. He doesn't even recognize it. He's not entirely sure what the heck this thing is even meant for. Crocodile bought it, bc he's the type to spoil people, and Mihawk helped pick it out bc it was a generic thing, but there's zero recognition. And that hurts.

They knew Buggy's regression went hand in hand with the traumas and experiences he had, but this... it just slots all these pieces together in both men's heads that this honestly happened. Buggy was hurt as a child; an innocent child was stained in fear and blood and grief.

As for Shanks, I can see Buggy and him being aware of the stints where Buggy goes NUCLEAR even as a child, and them having a tentative system set up because they were Red and Blue, Shanks and Buggy, the literal embodiments of Ride Or Die. They are a package deal, Do Not Separate. So when it was just them after Roger disbanded the crew, they already had a solid basis. Roger helped somewhat, but nearing the end, he was sicker. They began pulling back, trying to let him rest as much as they could. So on their own, not much changed.

I'm also incredibly soft for the Shanks-And-Buggy-Never-Really-Separated concept ((#Thanks-Stereden)) so just. Them having frequent calls over Denden, safe and protected from prying ears, where Buggy was Big, Little, In Between and Shanks delighting in it all.

The day they all meet up, crews mingling, they go into the woods to look for a treasure maybe, and Buggy is always the safest with Shanks, can actually let loose a little more, can just BE. And one thing leads to another and they find the blackberries and Buggy drops because who else can he trust but his Red? His Red who is so very vulnerable, looking off to the treeline... they come back a mess, tired but happy, and Buggy's still not quite Big but not fully Small, but he's comfortable, he's happy, and he's very very excited to drag Red over to Hawky and Croccy because the got SO many fishes and berries and it isn't beri, but they're still good-!!

Ough I'm feral, shaking the bars of my cage THANK YOU ILYSM this ask made my dayyyyy ♡♡♡♡♡♡

[isa-ghost]

I was casually stalking down your profile again looking at the posts about enderking and phil and then saw the post about someone's dream and it flipped a switch in my brain and now I have this whole thing for you yesyes

I tried my best to have grammar for your sake to not lose your mind like Phil, when he escaped the bird house, while reading it.

so philza while possesed isn't fully conscious in a sense, and my brain just now started cooking up the insane angst that what If his hardcore dreams were corrupted by the ender king,

Phil wakes up in his bed in his hardcore world feeling slightly off, has like sore wings or a headache but brushes it off, he chats with chat and everything is fine for about 15 minutes. Then ever so slowly his possession starts leaking into his dreams. It starts off with an increased amount of enderman spawning like a few more than usual but nothing too big, then shadows out of the corner of his eyes accompanied by an increase of pain from his headache. He believes the shadows are just chat until they start to take larger enderman like shapes and dance across the treeline in the distance.

Sounds begin to accompany the shadows slowly getting louder and/or closer, not only that occasionally Brian's messages from the floor k with warp into ineligible galactic.

Obviously, hc!phil will be properly disturbed by the stuff going on as it's never happened before, he started noticing as the world around him seems to the flickering from a beautiful carved landscape to where ever the hell he is in the qsmp his mind snapping more he question himself, after all that time he realises chat isn't with him anymore either only one left being Brian who stares at him with much too empty beady eyes.

Hc!phil finds himself panicking as the world around him is literally falling apart at the semes. The slow progression of his pains aren't helping him, his wings give out on him at least once when he tries to fly away from a particularly bad vision and that only increases his panic more he starts to hear the loud bellowing of the enderking in his ears the sounds of his plans and his thoughts.

Hc!phil heads to the end hoping to find his answer there but feels the pain of the water as soon as he gets there only barely managing to get to the enderman farm in time before he burns to death. The Enderking's voice gets louder and louder the screeching of the nearby enderman increase in volume and aggression until Phil blacks out and finds himself awake again but in the qsmp. And then the rest is him and enderking talking/q!phil suffering yesyes that's the end of my thought

AUGHUAGUAHGAUGGHAUGAUGGHAUGH GOOD SHIT

[avvail-whumps]

ok so my mind right now is going brrrrrr. Don't blame for the thought but like. What if Leo was a female. Like imagine fem!Leo having that dreaded feeling that you get when you start your periods. And then they're like scared of how to tell Roy about this and then the awkward thing going on. Like cmon. Would Roy actually get her some chocolates or make it worse for her? :)

we’re gonna give fem!leo the name leona for the sake of this but yesyes anon gender swaps love it 🫶

Leona remained curled up on the bed—her bed?—in this room she was so unfamiliar with. She would admit, it was a much needed upgrade from the horrible basement she had spent so long confined in. At least the sunlight on her face was a glorious change. 

But still, she had a glaringly obvious problem that she didn’t know what to do about. 

Aside from her broken ankle, Leona knew her period had started. Just after everything that had dragged her down, something like this was the cherry on top. She had taken so many painkillers that the usual twisting pain in her stomach was faint and in the back of her mind. But she knew it. 

She’d checked and she’d already managed to bleed through her clothes. 

Maybe it was the added stress that had caused her such a heavy flow, but she felt awful. More awful than she had done so far. How was she supposed to tell Roy about this? She highly doubted he was the kind of person to have any pads or tampons in his house - not if he had a frequent girlfriend, but even then, who would want to date that lunatic? 

After minutes of contemplating and growing increasingly uncomfortable without any support, she forced herself to grab her crutches and check the bathrooms. Her head swam a little as she did. Even with the painkillers, there was still a lingering dizziness in her skull.

It brought her out in a hot flush just to hobble over to the bathroom, where she awkwardly balanced on one foot to search the cupboards. She softly bit her lip, muttering under his breath in desperation. 

“Please, come on…” 

Her eyes flickered to the door, paranoid she’d heard a noise, but continued sliding shower stuff out of the way to see if there were any miraculously tucked away. Leona grew increasingly frustrated, a dreaded feeling pooling in the bottom of her stomach. She wanted to cry. This wasn’t fair. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Roy about this, knowing he would more than likely torment her further than he has done already, but she couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. 

“There’s blood on your bed, lion.” 

Leona almost toppled over at the sudden voice by the bathroom door, and her head whipped around to meet Roy’s eyes. He approached her before she could find her footing properly, his fingers sweeping under her chin and tilting it so he could get a good look at her face. 

“Did your wounds reopen?” He asked in a murmur, making her heart race in her chest when his eyes flickered briefly over to the bathroom cabinet. “What are you rummaging around for?” 

Leona’s lips wobbled open. She sucked in a sharp breath when he tilted her head to the other side, frowning slightly to himself. 

“I…” Her throat closed up. How could she say this? “I was…I need some…”

His brow raised, his eyes trailing over her body. “Words, pretty girl.” 

She squeaked slightly when he spun her around, and his head tilted as something caught his eye. He hummed to himself, before an expression of realisation flickered on his face. Leona’s own went completely red in humiliation. 

“Oh,” Roy deadpanned. 

Leona hadn’t checked to see if it was visible. She could only assume what he was thinking right now, just waiting for him to say something embarrassing or taunt her. He pushed her back, patting her shoulder. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t have anything for you to use,” he shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the prospect. She wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that he didn’t seem to care and might leave her to bleed through all of her clothes, or the idea of him ripping into her for something she couldn’t control. 

“But, it’s just…” She trailed off, swallowing the lump in her throat. She felt icky and in dire need to scrub herself clean. She needed something. “I-I can’t just leave it.”

“I know,” Roy chuckled, like the idea was funny. “But there’s nothing here. Do I look like someone who would need them, lion?” 

She went quiet again, and her eyes dropped to the floor. Her fingers tightened around the crutches, her back feeling constricted and her face feeling flush. Being kidnapped was one thing, but having to deal with this at the same time? With nothing but painkillers to help her get by? 

She winced slightly when Roy’s hand pressed against her forehead, before it softly trailed down her cheek and brushed over her bottom lip. 

“Alright,” he smiled, only cruel in her eyes. “Just because you’re pouting like that, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll run you a bath so you can clean yourself up for a bit. I’ll drive into the city and buy you enough pads to last you.”

Leona’s eyes lifted up just a fraction, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. Just the sound of the word bath and her heart soared into her throat like a cloud. Roy gently tapped her chin. 

“I’ll have to keep you down in the basement again,” he murmured shortly afterwards, and it took seconds before her heart was slamming into the bottom of her stomach again. 

Her lips curved into a desperate frown. “No, please…” 

“Do you want them or not, lion?” The mercenary warned, and she swiftly shut her mouth. He seemed to find that amusing, and tucked some of her hair behind her ear like she was a delicate glass doll. How was such a cruel man capable of touching some like that? “I’ll be a few hours tops. Maybe a little more - you can cope until then, right? I’m sure you can use some tissue paper while you’re waiting.”

Leona had already thought about that. Although not the most comfortable option and a terrible one, it was worth putting up with it if he would get a load of proper products in return. Even if she had to spend another horrible minute in the basement. A few hours would probably feel like a few days. 

She slowly nodded her head, and Roy patted her cheek. “Good girl.” 

He leaned over the bath, turning it on. Leona watched curiously, biting the inside of her lip as she stared at the fresh water starting to rise. She watched as Roy rolled his sleeves up, offering her a brief glance. 

“I’ll change your bedsheets,” he told her, and she tore her eyes away from the water with a small wince. “Get you some fresh clothes. I know you don’t want to go back down there, and I know it was part of the deal that you wouldn’t have to. I’ll make it comfortable for you.” 

Leona slowly nodded her head, before her grip tightened on the crutches once more. “Tampons…” 

“Hm?” 

She dropped her gaze in embarrassment. “I prefer tampons over pads.” 

Roy was silent for a beat of a moment, before his lip curled into an amused smirk.

“Regular?” He guessed, and she shyly nodded her head. 

Although she had been terrified to be locked back in the basement, she suspected the chocolates that the mercenary gave her hadn’t been as normal as she’d thought. She briefly remembered feeling all drowsy as the man lifted her up, bundling her up in his jacket and comfortably laying her down on the basement mattress. 

When she next woke up, Roy aided her ascent back up the stairs, and the bathroom had enough packs of tampons to last her months. 

Months. 

She didn’t want to be here that long.