#They are too cute here *shakes fist* how dare

[frogonamelon]

Ohmigosh @kaysdenofchaos's Teenage Meddling Mutant Turtle Au! They're so chaotic and really serving Batfam <3 Have my heart and soul the lot of them!

As for the reason I drew this specifically.... so, question: If Leo is Tim in this hypothetical Batfam parallel analogy, would April be more Steph or Bernard?

[connorsui]

"You can’t keep doing this, Ryo!" you snapped, pacing back and forth across the cramped living room, your voice sharp with frustration. The peeling wallpaper and dim lighting of his run-down apartment only seemed to amplify your anger. "You’re not invincible, no matter what you think! One day, someone’s going to be faster or stronger, and then what? You’ll end up in the hospital—or worse!"

Your movements were sharp, your arms crossing defensively over your chest as if to shield yourself from the weight of his indifference. The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in with every step you took. Sukuna sat on the worn-out couch, his posture lazy, but his eyes locked on you, following your every move. His bruised knuckles rested on his knee, his crimson gaze gleaming with something unreadable—predatory, almost.

He lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the orange glow briefly illuminating the hard lines of his face. Smoke curled lazily from his lips as he exhaled, his gaze never leaving you. "Yeah?" he drawled, his voice low and edged with mocking amusement. "What’s worse than having to sit here listening to you nag me like this?"

You stopped pacing, spinning to face him, your glare sharp enough to cut. "I swear to god, Ryo, if you don’t take this seriously—"

He interrupted you with a smirk, his fangs catching the dim light as he leaned back further, spreading his legs in a way that radiated confidence. "Relax, doll," he said, the term of endearment dripping with condescension. "I’m still in one piece, aren’t I? You don’t have to worry so much about me."

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides. "Relax?" you echoed, your voice trembling with rage. "You think this is about me being worried? You come home bloody and bruised every other night, and I’m supposed to just sit back and watch? Do you have any idea what it’s like to wonder if this time you won’t come back at all?"

He took another drag from his cigarette, blowing out the smoke slowly, deliberately, as if to test your patience. "You know," he said, his tone as casual as if you were discussing the weather, "you’re kinda cute when you’re mad. All bossy and passionate."

Your stomach tightened as he stood, the air in the room seeming to shift with the weight of his presence. He didn’t rush—he never did. Sukuna closed the distance between you with slow, measured steps, the floor creaking under his boots. You instinctively backed away, your anger faltering as his towering frame loomed over you.

"Don’t you dare try to change the subject," you said, your voice shaking as you met his gaze.

"I’m not changing the subject," he murmured, his tone dipping into something darker, more dangerous. "I’m just thinking how damn lucky I am." He tilted his head, studying you with a sharp intensity that made your pulse quicken. "To have someone who cares so much. Even if you do yell at me like a crazy woman."

"Flattery isn’t going to work this time," you muttered, though your voice was softer now, the edge of your anger dulled by the heat of his proximity.

"Flattery?" he repeated, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Nah, I’m just telling the truth. You’re hot when you’re mad, you know that? All fire and no filter." His smirk widened as his hand reached for you, curling around your wrist. "Makes me wanna see what else that fire can do."

You tried to pull away, but his grip was firm—gentle, but unyielding. He tugged you forward until your back hit his chest, his arms wrapping around you like a cage. His breath was warm against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

"Always running, always pacing," he murmured, his voice a low rasp that made your heart stutter. "But you never get too far, do you?"

His lips grazed your cheek in a fleeting, featherlight kiss, a mockery of tenderness that left your skin burning. "You know why?" he whispered, his voice so soft it barely reached your ears. "Because you belong right here."

You stiffened, your breath hitching as his hold on you tightened, his chest solid and unyielding against your back. The faint scent of smoke and blood clung to him, intoxicating in its rawness.

"You’re reckless, arrogant, and irresponsible," you said, though the words lacked the force they held before.

"And you’re still here," he countered, his tone dark and triumphant. "Guess that makes you mine, doesn’t it?"

He was suffocating and magnetic all at once, his presence an unrelenting storm that left you unable to move, unable to think. And the worst part? He knew exactly how much you cared.

[hearts4chriss]

Leather Jacket.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

Bad boy!Chris + Nerd!Black fem!

Part 03

prompt: where Chris catches his friends bullying you and has too make a big decision.

contains: ANGST! Bullying, crying, violence, use of pet names ( my girl, princess, baby ), major fluff at the end ( keepin that a secret )

it had been 4 days since that whole incident in class with us, resulting in me taking her home which leaded to me beginning to take her home after her physics club and my football practice.

accept one day, it took her a bit longer than normal.

See my practice ended at 5:30 and her club ended at 5:45. I didn’t know what was taking her so long, I figured they just got held up so I waited another 15 minutes.

That’s when I began to hear some rumbling as yelling behind the school as I was in the front.

I sigh dropping my bags down and begin to walk behind the school seeing something I-i didn’t want too.

There she was, in her uniform on the ground surrounded by 3 of my friends.

they had taken off her glasses and were holding them away from her and mocking her calling her “nerdy girl” , “freak” , “ugly nerd” and hurtful words causing my fists to clench and my heart pump.

they had took her bag and threw her papers everywhere and they just kept laughing at her and throwing insult after insult and it began to break my heart as I couldn’t watch her be in pain anymore

“Please-just-leave me alone-“ she shudders through her tears and my “friends” just laugh at her.

“or what? gonna go cry to your boyfriend?” Oh wait you won’t have one! You never will because guys don’t like pathetic things like you. They chuckled and kept laughing at her and I had enough of it.

“Guys what the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled and they all turned around and looked at me.

“Just picking on this nerd you should join”. One smirked at me and I tilted my head to the side and scoffed.

“No I’m not doing this- I’m not doing this anymore I’m done”. I stood my ground my fist clenching becoming more visibly noticeable and one of them give me a pity laugh as I’ve never been the one to turn them down

“What? She’s just a girl she’s nothing sp-“ I cut him off with a swing too the mouth causing him to fall and the ground as the other two immediately catch and go for me next

“What the fuck man your supposed to be our friend? Beating us up for some random ne-“ that resulting in two gut bunches two the other guys as they all fall down on the wall.

“Watch ur fucking mouth when ur talking about her”. I say through gritted teeth leaving them all a few angry punches causing blood to appear on my fists

I was pissed, how dare they talk about this innocent girl who doesn’t do anything and at that, she’s my girl, she’s my fucking princess.

“c-Chris”- I hear her little voice cry out weakly and my gaze immediately shifts to her.

her slump body lay in the corner and her glasses scattered off and scratches on the clear lenses, her books and papers scattered and she looked so in distress as tears and shakes consumed her body.

“baby..I’m right here I promise”. I say leaning down in a squat beginning to pick all her things up and put them in her pink backpack.

she looked up at with me with a shaken and scared expression and that’s when I realized she really was afraid and she was hurt.

“You mind if I carry you?” I asked her calmly and she shook her head and I scooped her into my arms carrying her bridal style.

She rested her head on my chest as I picked up my other bags I had left near the entrance of the school.

“It’s okay princess I got you”. I kiss the top of her head and she sighs tiredly as I placed her carefully in the front seat of my car.

I began to drive her back too her house and she just laid there in the seat looking so fragile, as if she’d been broken into a million pieces.

“Ur parents care if I come in?” I asked peering at her softly.

“N-no they’ll be okay with it-“ she stutters and I smile at how cute she was beginning to drive down her street.

I parked in her drive way grabbing her bag with her keys in it and carrying her once again.

I unlocked the door and was greeted with her parents who had a shocked look on my face

“Oh god what happened?!” Her mother says with a worried face.

“Some a- guys school were bullying her and I took care of it”. I said calmly watching my tone and language and her mother sighs.

“Thank you- her rooms just up this way”. She sighs again and I nodded thanking her carrying her upstairs.

“Did we just let Chris sturniolo be alone with our daughter?” Her dad whispers.

I suppose we all have our moments…

In her room

I lay her on the bed and rummage in her closet grabbing her one of my hoodies I’d left over from when we…you know. She really liked it so I let her keep it.

“Here honey”. I give her the hoodie and she sits up.

“Can you help me? Please?” She says softly giving me puppy eyes slightly squinted because she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

“Oh of course”. I say being quick with taking off her clothes my breath hitching seeing her in a matching white bra and panties but I shake my head and place my hoodie over her smaller body.

“wait- m-my glasses- where are they?” She said anxiously getting up searching her bag and scrambling

“Wait”- I was cut off by her pulling them out her bag, the scratches on the lenses seemingly broke her heart, she needed those glasses and she loved them.

“My glasses…” she sighs sadly and I come over to her pulling her into my arms.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I promise I’ll fix all of this for you yeah?” I say facing her toward me and she smiles showing me her dimples and I instantly melt seeing her face like this.

Seeing how vulnerable she was with me, at her weakest point and she trusted me, the boy whose known for manipulating girls just like her, she was sitting right in his arms, my arms, peaceful and quiet.

She gained her trust for me, overtime even though I manipulated her into letting me fuck her, that wasn’t just a one time thing. I had grown too like her more overtime.

Seeing how she responded to my body, the way she would flush through her gorgeous brown skin, the way she’s stutter when I’d call her princess or baby or any of my nicknames for the matter. The way she’d sink into my arms whenever I wrapped them around her. The way she grew more comfortable with me had just made my heart pump with anticipation.

I needed to protect her, watch her, take care of her, make sure she was okay.

there was no sign or whatever to explain why my feelings are the way they are.

But there’s one thing I could say, something I never thought I’d say.

I think I’m falling for her

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[wrathofrats]

Mold me to another form, Press me till I'm raw and sore

Read here on on Ao3!

Happy mountain March have the virgin mountain fic I’ve been teasing for a second. @everybodyshusband COME GET UR FOOD BB

3.5k of pebble and ivy torturing mountain because he’s new and flustered and doesn’t know what he wants and the opportunity that presents itself is too good.

Warnings for voyerism/exhibitionism, some degrading, slight slight manipulation if you squint, little bit of pain but blink and you’ll miss it.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him”

Or mountains a cute new summon and pebble and ivy can’t help but sexually frustrate him to no end.

It really wasn't mountains faults.

Pebble had told him to meet him in the greenhouse for a lesson. Enriching the soil or harvesting or something, he didn’t catch it. A quick note in between staring at Ivy who was wrapped around him in the common room. Honestly he barely mumbled out the time before Ivy was pulling his attention away once again.

He enjoys watching them, a mixture of jealousy and tantalization at seeing the two be so close and physical all the time. They brought a sense of loving comfort and a more sensual edge to them, at least to mountain, who was often at their heels learning his way around the abbey.

Mountain walks out into the garden to meet them, seeing no trace of the two. His eyes widened at the more than familiar sounds coming from the back corner where the greenhouse stood. Hushed whispers and moans that were unmistakable even to the new ghoul. The sounds grew louder as he walked closer, mountains feet moving completely on their own accord as if some weird part of his brain actually wanted to get a glimpse of them.

The door opens slowly, mountain internally cursing the old thing for being so rusted that he can barely get it unlatched without it telling on him. His hands shake as they grip the handle, the guilt and shame of trying to watch them making his breath hitch, but he can’t force himself to stop. The greenery covers him as he ducks to peek around the corner.

Pebble has Ivy bent over and pinned against a workbench. One claw digging deep into his hips and the other wrapped around the base of his cock.

“dont you fucking dare cum, be good and take it”

“pebble please I need it I-“

Mountains face flushes deep crimson at the sight of them. The waning sunlight reflects off of the tears slipping down ivy's face and the sound of him whimpering against the wood has mountain breathing heavily.

But pebble? The way pebble treats Ivy like he’s something to use makes mountain feel indescribable. He almost chokes when he hears how pebble speaks to him, at how pebble rakes his nails down his skin and smiles when ivy cries out in pain. It feels weird and his pants are too tight and he shouldn’t be watching this. He's dirty, perverted but it’s impossible to tear his eyes away from them.

A quiet, high pitched whine is ripped from his throat as he adjusts in the uncomfortable position he had settled in, hard and too worked up to think straight.

Suddenly pebbles head turns towards mountain.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him” pebble yanks ivys head to the side by his hair to look at mountain. Pebbles hands are quick on Ivy’s cock and before he knows it ivys spilling all over pebbles fist with mountains name on his tongue.

It’s overwhelming, and mountains head clouds as he once again tries to apologize but pebble is too quick for him to react properly. Any thoughts being overpowered by the situation he’s found himself in. Guilt and arousal combined to subdue the regret in his throat almost completely.

Pebble gestures him over without a word, motioning for him to kneel on the grass in front of him. A hand brushes his lips before he realizes what pebble is telling him to do. He doesn’t feel in control of himself as his lips part, staring into pebbles eyes like he’s being controlled and pebble just slips his fingers into his mouth, wiping ivys release onto his tongue before placing his hand under his chin to close it.

“Good boy”

Through blurry vision mountain watches pebble hastily redress himself and ivy, hoisting him back onto shaky legs and giving him a once over accompanied by a sweet kiss. Pebbles attention turns back to mountain, also offering him a hand up and a pat on the cheek before walking out.

It seems like a game to pebble, a joke of some sorts that only really he is in on. The wicked smile as he caught mountain, then looking at him innocently like he hadn’t just made him lick someone else’s cum off his fingers. Mountain doesn’t know what to think.

A haze takes over him whenever he bumps into the two, the memory of the greenhouse incident being the only thing he can think about when he sees pebbles face. Innocent exchanges having mountain flustered and walking off to cool himself down even though nothing has happened.

The interactions don’t stay innocent however.

Mountain chalks it up to a wrong place, wrong time situation instead of anything more sinister. He can’t be blamed for freezing as he notices the lewd wet sounds coming from the living room. Especially since pebble just can’t keep his mouth shut.

Pebble sits on the couch with ivy nestled between his legs. Fingers tangled in his soft brown hair guiding his mouth up and down on his cock.

“What do you think mountain would think if he saw me use you like this sweet pea?” Pebble coos, a mocking smile to his voice that has Ivy whining, muffled and high in his throat. Mountain doesn’t know what to do with himself besides stand still and watch trying to hide himself behind the stair railing.

“Would he just think you’re a dumb whore? Maybe he’d want his own turn with you?” Ivys cheeks heat up more than they already had just thinking about it. Another soft, pathetic sound escapes his throat as pebble pulls hard on his hair, taking him off of his cock. Mountain can’t tear his eyes away, can’t retreat back up the stairs as he knows he should. He feels gross, like he shouldn’t be catching them, shouldn’t be thinking about them like this.

“Oh I know baby, maybe we can ask him” pebble smiles, talking just a bit too loud to be a coincidence.

It’s on purpose. Pebble is a fucking tease.

Every incident is set up just so mountain can catch them. Fucking ivy in plain sight where he knows mountain will be and honestly it’s just to see how much he can get away with. How far he can take his shenanigans before he breaks the innocent ghoul and forces him to use his words to tell them what he wants.

Ivy can’t act innocent either, absolutely involved in the game along with pebble. He plays himself up just to see mountains reaction. Moans when pebble mentions him knowing damn well he’s just around the corner. A bit of pity stays in the back of his mind, but the knowledge that mountain wants them so badly he barely knows what to do with himself is more than enticing to him. He craves the attention he gets from it, craves the fact that someone else needs him. Ivy especially loves how possessive pebble gets at knowing this too, that he needs to show Ivy off like some sort of trophy. So he continues to play along, presenting himself as a good little toy.

Mountain struggles. Hes jumpy, cautious when entering rooms like he might just walk right in on something he’s not meant to. Slow to come around corners and down the stairs, always listening a bit too intently. Pebble and ivy honestly find it cute how careful he appears to be, considering they know how much he likes stumbling upon them.

It doesn’t take much for mountain to break.

Walking in on them almost daily for a week has him about to fall to his knees and beg in front of pebble's door. Not even knowing what he’s asking for, just knowing he wants.

The last straw is walking in on the two again in the living room.

Once again slowly creeping down the stairs, listening intently for any signs he should instead abandon the idea and leave. He doesn’t hear it at first, assuming he’s safe until he’s too far into the room to back out.

Ivy sits on the couch with pebble settled between his legs this time. Both of his hands cover his face but mountain can tell how flushed he is. His breathing is ragged, heavy, as if he’s desperately trying to calm himself down and the smile on pebbles face tells mountain all he needs to know.

Something about Ivy’s cock twitching and leaking as pebble kisses at the head absolutely destroys him. Saliva pools in mountains mouth, and he can’t help but straight up gawk at the situation in front of him.

Hes been caught, he knows he has, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Pebble makes eye contact with him from the floor as he kitten licks ivys tip, curiously eyeing mountain as he lets a line of drool fall from his lips and down the shaft. It feels more like a command than just making him watch, the way his eyes shift as if he is beckoning mountain over to him.

He goes anyways, even if he isn’t sure. They’ve been teasing him for so long he can’t bring himself to believe it’s not on purpose anymore. The upwards curve of pebbles lips confirm his thoughts as he nods downward, motioning mountain to kneel beside him.

“Come on, you know what to do big guy”

Mountain looks back at him with something that can only be described as panic. He looks like a deer in head lights with his fingers digging into his knees

“I- I wouldn’t wanna intrude” he attempts to stammer out, looking for any excuse that doesn’t make him sound entirely incompetent.

“You aren’t, look at the poor thing, he’s been wanting your mouth for a while big guy” pebble smiles, with the tiniest bit of giddy to his voice knowing mountain has no clue what he’s doing. Practically taunting him.

Ivy can’t even look down at the two. He continues to hide his face with his hands, red and teary eyed and with how hard and angry his leaking cock looks, mountain can’t imagine how long pebbles been edging him, just waiting for him to show up.

“Just think you’d be better at it” mountain whispers

“Oh do you? Never done this before maple leaf?”

“No i-“ mountain starts, the blatant lie dying in his throat.

“Did you hear that sweet pea, you get to be mountains first” pebble smiles, claws gripping ivys thighs to get his attention. “Aren’t you honored to be able to be the first to fuck his sweet mouth?”

Ivy barely responds with something akin to whimper as pebble scratches him harder, his cock twitching once again at the pain.

“Just watch”

Pebble grips ivy at his base, giving him a good slow lick from root to tip before taking the head in his mouth. Ivy can’t help but give a pained whine when pebble pulls off once again with a little pop, lips pink and a little swollen from teasing Ivy for who knows how long.

There’s a tug at mountains shirt, pebble pulling him to be between ivys legs instead.

“Show me what you learned, cmon”

It’s so clumsy, mountain loosely grips Ivy in fist as if he’s scared to hurt him. He takes a second to look up, before thumbing over his tip as he watches more pre drip down the head, running down his shaft. He feels mesmerized, watching in awe while Ivy reacts to his every touch.

Mountain chases it with his tongue, licks a thick stripe up ivys shaft to catch it and ivy can’t help but almost buck into his mouth at the sensation.

“Don’t be greedy” pebble snaps at the earth ghoul above them “I’ve taught you better manners than that”

Ivy somehow goes more red than he was, mumbling out an apology behind his hands.

Mountain doesn’t even process most of the conversation, much too caught up in ivys taste. Something between tree sap and honey with his own musk mixed in. He can feel the pulse in his dick, the way it throbs in his hand and the entire situation in front of him is the only thing mountain can really focus on.

Pebble places a loving hand in his hair to attempt to coax him back to earth. His thumb strokes his scalp while mountain just stares at Ivy’s dick. Cleaning him delicately with his tongue as if he’s savoring the taste. Pebble pushes down on his head slightly to find it's much too easy to guide mountains mouth down, using barely any force to coax Ivy’s cock down his throat.

“Just keep those pretty lips open, relax”

Mountain gags a little, making pebble ease the pressure on his scalp off.

“Just breathe through your nose, relax, you’re ok” pebble tells him, voice softer than mountains ever heard it and honestly the kindness makes his vision blur. A complete whiplash to the usual harsher, more sarcastic tone he has.

Ivy isn’t very big, a decent couple inches, not very thick around but mountain struggles anyways. He tries hard, really gives it his best, letting pebble pull him up and down. His eyes water as he tries to force himself to relax. It feels weird, not bad, but it’s different. There comes a point where he’s practically bobbing on his own, pebble barely using any pressure anymore and mountain truly seems in a trance, almost cock drunk just off of only sucking on ivy for a couple minutes.

Pebbles other hand holds Ivy tightly at his base to prevent him from cumming embarrassingly early. Being edged for god knows how long combined with the sight of pebble practically teaching mountain how to use him, it’s just too much for ivy, and pebble absolutely knows that.

It’s a weird power trip for mountain to watch Ivy squirm above him, knowing he’s completely out of his mind with need just from his mouth. The sight of him desperate and practically ruined only fueling mountain to keep going as long as pebble lets him. Ivy’s hips buck as his legs shake, no doubt getting too close for pebble to be able to stop him anymore.

Pebble pulls mountain off just as Ivy is about to tip over the edge, quickly hooking a finger into his mouth to force it open. The other hand strokes Ivy, working him through his orgasm as he releases onto mountains face. He hungrily laps at what little bit got onto his lips and tongue. A dazed, static feeling settles into his brain and he can’t bring himself to close his mouth again. Hot and flushed, panting as ivys cum still sits warm on his skin. Mountain looks completely ruined, and pebble can’t help but feel proud of the two, if not jealous.

The sight of mountain completely ruined after just using his mouth is more than pebble thinks he can take. Honestly he can’t help himself. Thinking of the sounds he made with Ivy’s dick in his mouth, the look of submission in his eyes while pebble manhandled him into doing what he wanted, it’s too much for him to not need to get his hands on mountain himself.

He finds him in the greenhouse a couple days later. Leaned forward against the workbench mixing soils. There’s a tense smile as pebble walks in, mountain clearly being wary of the situation but knows what’s probably about to transpire anyways. He turns and backs up without being made to, giving easy access for pebble to drop to his knees in front of him.

There’s a struggle with mountains belt, pebbles shaky hands clumsily undoing the metal, an uncharacteristic nervousness about him as he works. He fumbles with the zipper, tugging at his jeans and boxers until he can pull mountain out fully.

Pebbles mouth waters. He almost moans when he finally sees mountains cock in front of him. He’s much bigger than he imagined, his hand barely wraps around the base and pebble curses under his breath. Mountain can’t help but feel a pang of pride at the way pebble acts so flustered at seeing his size.

His tongue darts out to kitten lick at the head, making mountain lean back to grip the workbench and push his hips forward slightly in hopes pebble will just swallow him down instead of playing his usual games.

A line of spit falls from pebbles lips and runs down his shaft. He makes a display of himself, mouth wide as he continues to tease, looking up at mountain through his eyelashes. He swirls his tongue around the head, before licking a fat line from his base, catching the small amount of pre that’s already started to form. He continues to tease until mountain is gripping the bench behind him so hard he’s sure there will be nail indents in the wood when he’s finished, cock angry and red and borderline painfully hard.

Swallowing him down is much more difficult than he thought, jaw aching at the size but pebble craves to feel him down his throat, stretching his mouth wide and making him gag. Mountain can barely bring himself to look down at the ghoul below him. It’s the first time he’s realized how much smaller pebble is than him, watching that hot, tight little mouth wrap around him and pebble can barely fit half of his cock down his throat before he’s gagging.

It’s hard for pebble not to feel smug. Getting him worked up and desperate, being the first to have his mouth on him. The sore throat the next day will only be a trophy for that testimony, a badge of honor. He wants to stay there, tease him for hours until mountain has tears in those big brown eyes but he just needs to feel him cum down his throat. Hes quick, sloppy, doesn’t want to take his time anymore, just wants to hear what mountain sounds like when he comes apart. Saliva runs down his chin as mountains hips move on their own, fucking up into pebbles mouth and in any other situation he’d chastise him but he can’t bring himself to care. It's easier than he thought, mountain attempting to choke out a warning only a couple minutes in but there’s barely an intelligible word before he’s shooting down pebbles throat.

Pebble pulls off with a pop, muttering a couple praises before smiling and leaving as if nothing happened.

He needs to tell Ivy, craves to be able to see the look on his face when describes how big he is, what he sounds like, what he tastes like, practically bragging about being able to get him like that.

He waits until he’s got Ivy pressed against the mattress, hands on his hips with his lips close to his ear

“Fucking massive, he would probably just split you in two if I ever met him get his hands on you honey suckle” pebble whispers, thrusting hard and fast while Ivy chokes on his own moans at what pebbles telling him.

“Probably would break my pretty toy, don’t know if I’d be able to let him have you doll”

Pebble can feel Ivy go tight around him, eyes crossing at the idea as pebble fucks him. The mixture of the way pebble rails him into the bed and the idea of mountain being so big he could break him, has ivy drooling, brain short circuiting before he’s almost begging for it. He simply needs to witness it for himself.

“Barely could get my hand around him, only god half of him in my mouth before I started gagging” pebble chuckles, “god should’ve heard him when he came down my throat, would’ve recorded it if I want so selfish”

Ivy tries not to moan, focuses on not saying mountains name and pebble can tell he’s struggling to control himself

“Cmon honeysuckle, know you want to say his name, cry out for him doll and maybe I’ll let him have you” he taunts

Ivy continues to stay silent besides the small noises forced from him as pebble uses him.

“Tell me what you want baby, go on”

Ivy fights himself to say it because he can’t imagine being allowed to be desperate for someone else let alone cry out their name while pebble has his cock in him. A hand grips his hair, pulling his head back.

“Say it”

“Fuck- need mountain to break me, need him to use me and fuck me open, need him to fucking split me in two pebble please-“

The embarrassment in ivys voice is reward enough for pebble, laughing at how shaky he is before releasing the grip on his scalp.

“Gonna cum for him? Make a mess thinking about how he would fucking ruin you?”

[forlorn-crows]

you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words. 

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch. 

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look. 

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner. 

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls. 

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last. 

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole. 

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes. 

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out. 

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue. 

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal. 

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand. 

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt. 

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm. 

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand. 

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders. 

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all. 

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs. 

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love. 

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach. 

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?” 

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck. 

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

[takami-takami]

Mine Now.

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. past dabi x reader.

warnings— fem petnames, cuckholdry. steal your girl. hawks is a lovesick puppy and not very nice here but i think that makes him cuter.

Keigo is a good person.

A sick, vile thrill builds up in the back of his throat. He shouldn't be feeling this way. It's unbecoming of him. He's good, he swears, he's a good person.

He's a good person. Right?

And yet...

He knows he has a possessive nature that he keeps stuffed down like an overpacked suitcase, under the cobwebs of his bed; but pressure builds and builds, entangles and distorts his morals.

He's a good guy, really. And yet, imagining the look on Dabi's face as he has his pretty girlfriend drooling, falling apart on his cock?

Yeah. Yeah, he can't help but indulge.

It's not his fault you're so goddamn pretty. So sweet, so kind to him. Irresistable. It's not his fault you light the sparks in his chest that he thought died with his upbringing.

This is love.

He's doing this because he loves you. He's desperately marking your neck as his own, digging his claws into your ass and pulling you into his thrusts because he loves you.

"Hawks–" you choke out, arms thrown over his shoulders, as you bump your hips out to take him deeper, deeper. "Please, please, please–"

"I know, princess, I know," he breathes low into the crook of your neck. "You can take it– good girl, fuck."

He bets he stretches your guts better than anybody else. Better than he ever could. No wonder you're screaming on his dick so loudly, he bets Dabi doesn't fuck you like this. At that, he shakes his head to clear his thoughts before lifting your hips and putting all his focus into you.

He wants to see you come apart for him again– needs to, or he just might snap and come apart himself. What is this, the fourth time you've creamed on his cock tonight? The fifth? Doesn't matter, he decides. God help him, he's getting you to ten.

This is so much better than all the times he's imagined it, all the times he left league meetings with a convincing, plastic smile on his face, just to fuck his fist raw to the way you crossed your arms and leaned against the table to smile at him. You unknowingly gave him quite the eyeful, you know. Such a sweet thing, you didn't even notice.

He wants to tell you all about how Dabi doesn't deserve you. Instead, his finger gently lifts your chin, sharp eyes meeting yours. It's intimate, the way you pant into each others' mouths. He thinks he's obsessed.

Hushed, he dares to ask, "be with me?" You gasp at him with wide, lovestruck eyes. He's so kind, so warm, like the sun. You've never had a man treat you with such reverence. He holds you like glass, like he'd fall apart too if you did. "Stay with me," he pleads.

You know exactly what he means. He greedily swallows every cute little "uh-huh" you squeak out in response.

Good people deserve rewards, don't they?

And Keigo is a good person, after all. You're his sweet little prize for it.

[swtorramblings]

Claudia as Cruella as usual by @fleeting-sanity, thanks again!

Claudia watching the box that you can see things in when she comes to a sudden realization. 817 words. Happy Halloween!

She just stared at the spindly woman on the “television”. That she wasn’t actually real did not help make her less disturbing, in some ways it made her more. And this wasn’t even the same as the “horror movies” that Azula and Vaylin had taken some interest in. Claudia had, too, if she was honest, but this was somehow worse. Probably because it was more, what, mundane? Just an everyday person with wealth whose evil was finally defeated by a good family.

She had watched the show to, as they put it, “get into character”. Now she felt something stirring about this Cruella de Vil. At first, she was angry that they’d suggested her for a costume. How dare they? The only thing they had in common was an unusual head of hair, but this almost spider-like caricature of a woman was truly awful, mistreating her “friends”, trying to round up a hundred and one adorable little pups just to make a coat? Then she had a stray thought, “I wonder what kinds of spells they could be used in?” She turned off the television (she had only just started calling it that after “box that shows things” for weeks). She sat, open mouthed for a few moments, then pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She felt tears on her face, but she couldn’t stop them. She was this devil. She had mistreated, even misused her friends. She had driven her Sorbear away. She never used creatures to make a coat, but she had destroyed living creatures to fuel her magic. Sometimes for truly petty things. To start fires, to make her quick brown morning potion and pancakes. And when they weren’t petty, they were worse. She saw her former friends, and the elf with the cute braid they had sided with, accusing. She didn’t think then that she should care, she was just being practical, defending her family, protecting the long-suffering human race. But then why had Soren left her? She hid her face, and lost track of time, didn’t notice how dark the room became without the television on. So she jumped out of the chair in a panic as the lights clicked on. “Your costumes ready, interesting choice,” she heard Sameen say. She rapidly tried to wipe the tears from her face, pretending that the light had just woken her up to cover. She didn’t think Sameen would believe it. “The others suggested it,” she said, voice cracking a bit. Then she turned and looked at it. “I don’t think I want to wear it, I’m sorry you went to the trouble.” “It wasn’t any trouble, I picked it up from a shop. Why don’t you want to wear it?” “Because she’s awful.” Sameen paused. “You watched the movie with all the dogs?” She couldn’t say anything, so she just nodded, trying to keep from crying again in front of the woman that had taken them all in. “All right, I won’t ask about it, but…” Claudia couldn’t stand it. Clenched fists to her sides, she whispered, “Because I’m her.” Sameen studied her again, the way she had when the three of them had been brought here. “Do you want to talk about it?” She started shaking her head, but when she found her voice, she said, “Yes.” Later, after telling all of her secrets, her tears had dried, she was feeling more like herself. But she was nervous about how Sameen would react. She had seen her kill a few times now. Sameen tilted her head, and then turned towards the room’s camera and said, “Root, any suggestions?” “I think I have just the thing.” They could almost hear the smirk just in her voice. “Do you think the others should join you?” “Well, probably not Fusco, but Vaylin and the girl, sure.” “OK, I’ll get it streaming for you after they’re there.” “Thanks.” “You know how much I like it when you want something.” “Quiet, you.” The two of them were so weird, Claudia thought. They watched the movie together. She didn’t know if it was a great story, but she found this version of Cruella to be someone she could possibly feel some kinship with. Hurt repeatedly as a child, then more as an adult, and she did get her revenge. Not a horrid, bloody revenge, just a form of justice. This was a person she could be. “All right, I’ll wear it, let’s go get candy or perpitrate some tricks.” “What, you weren’t going to wear it?” Azula said. “I thought you’d like her, really,” Vaylin put in. “I think I do now, I like the character we just saw.” “Good! So I hope you all got something from that, but it’s almost time to go and none of you are in costume.” Claudia walked passed and snatched the costume. “Be right back.

[netegf]

inside

pairing: ao'nung x reader

For a hunter, driving spears through fish bothered Ao’nung more than it should have. It was something about the piercing of skin, the quick flush of pink-stained waters that too callously left no trace. The action of it – cutting through the body – violating the sanctity of in and out.

Today, he made a promise to say the words explicitly. Your two feet dance in the reef’s low tide before submerging completely. No hesitation, just numbingly cold waters straight up to the thigh. The feeling of his hot hand tightly woven in yours made you feel that way – lending the power to jump in headfirst like a dare he gives, but is too scared to take. Ao’nung tightens his grip and nervously makes a call for his ilu.

“Let me guess." You puff out your chest like a boy from long ago once did. "‘If I want to live here, I have to ride’.”

His lips loosen at the jest because, frankly, his voice doesn’t sound like that - but more compelling is your cute laugh that bubbles through the ocean surface. He sucks his teeth, shakes his head like he regrets tugging you by the fingertips out of your marui pod a few moments after eclipse – he knows he doesn’t – and finally lets his eyes give you a warm once-over. “Eywa, you are aggravating.”

If it's a lie, that's for him to know. Though, if the devilish grin you wield like a weapon is any indication, then something tells him his walls never stood a chance. To that so-nourishing ground that willed water to move when it shifted, his armour was so breakable. You were made to seep through it.

“Try it,” he murmurs, shoving his spear into your palm. “Like I taught you.”

Shakily, you take the tool and bend forward into the water. Ao’nung’s arms quickly wind around your waist, keeping you steady, grounded. You make a sudden thrust of the weapon that impales into nothing and feel droplets of water smack emptily against your face.

“Fuck, that was bad." When the chuckle escapes his lips, Ao’nung winces. He hadn’t meant for it to sound so harsh, but it did, and it always seemed to.

You narrow your eyes. Irritated, he can feel it. But the water licks where it stings, fish swim together in rhythmic circles, and his laugh is pretty.

“Watch it, fish boy. I taught you that word.”

He bites his lip. The water is no longer hot, and fish tickle at his feet. “Did I use it right?”

“Yes, teacher’s pet, you’re the perfect student,” you roll your eyes. Grumbling then, “apparently, only when it comes to bad things.”

Pinching at your hips, his hands spin your body around so that your chest heaves for his eyes to see. He places a chaste kiss on your collarbone. Looking up to meet your eye-line, he reasons, “you only teach me bad things.”

“Yeah? Well, they suit you.” A playful bite to the hook he threw first, but something about those words makes Ao’nung ache on the inside. Suddenly, he jolts and lets his hands rest at your back, your body falling until it teasingly hovers just a few inches above the water.

“Do they?” His lips turn all the way up. Eyes twinkling at the precariousness of your position and your pretty face of shock an unintended bonus. He plays the game – makes the empty threat of dropping you. “Think carefully.”

Seconds later, laughter explodes from both of you. Vibrating against the water as your fists come up to slam against his chest and squeals of ‘they don’t! they don’t!’ sloppily soothe Ao’nung’s anxiety. He pulls you up and your hands cup tenderly at his soft cheeks.

“Say something nice.” You whisper. Ao’nung feels dizzy from the warmth in your stare. His casts his eyes down, not wanting to be seen. Not knowing how to release the words that are stuck in his throat. The truth that scratches. The sickening vulnerability of insides clawing their way out. He is hiding, his forehead pinches, and you notice it.

“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” Eyes closed, he leans into your touch. Then he brings his hand behind your neck, gently pushes until your head rests against his hard chest, and all you can hear is his heartbeat hammer, hammer, hammer. You trace the pretty ‘X’ of his sternum.

“Nothing. Just you.”

Perhaps for too long, the two of you sway together in the water. When the coolness of it sinks back to your ankles, Ao’nung’s spear is back in your hand, and there is a certain clarity in the way he keeps you cradled inside his arms.

It is in the pearls he keeps in his pockets for your collection. In the meatiest bites of fish that he leaves to the side for you to eat later. In the warmth of his body ghosting yours when you finally catch a fish - in the way he taught you - spear right through the inside.

It is his love, inextricably. The action of it. Inside everything.

reblogs/tags are appreciated <333

[gurofushi]

judgment knights of thunder!

𝜗𝜚 kaidou shun x clumsy fem! reader. (fluff)

“do not fret, my white feathered dove! jet black wings to the rescue!”

warnings; none. <3

🦷 (apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“AAH! Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY???”

“im fine, sweetheart. i just scraped my knee.”

“BUT YOU'RE BLEEDING–”

“IM FINE–”

“uh– why are those two shouting? are they having an argument?” hairo asked his friends as he watched you and kaidou scream at each other.

“no, y/n just scraped her knee and kaidou freaked out.” kuboyasu explained, shaking his head at the scene.

“BAHAHA LOOK AT HIS FACE–” nendou held his stomach as he laughed at the clueless looking kaidou.

it was true, kaidou had no idea how to help you.

you two had just started dating a week ago, so when he found out that you were so clumsy, he swore to himself that he would always protect you from both the dark reunion and yourself!

but here you were, standing in front him with blood trickling down your knee after you had scratched it against one of the desks around you.

he stared at the wound with both concern and fear,

‘this must be the work of the dark reunion! how dare they hurt my y/n!’

he dramatically clenched his fists and furrowed his brows, as his face twisted into an angered expression.

“d- don't you worry, my white feathered dove! i'll uh.. i'll just use one of my many powers to heal you! yeah!”

he told (shouted at) you, gripping your shoulders and giving you a determined smile.

“you will? oh, please help me, jet black wings! im losing so much blood.. i think im dying!”

you said, looking at him with droopy eyes. you placed a hand on your forehead, pretending that you were about to fall back.

he gasped and quickly caught you, pulling you into his arms.

“don't you give up on me, my dove! i- i'm just charging up my powers for a second, so hang on!”

deep down, you were giggling at how cute he was being right now.

you knew about his hero complex and even though it was a bit weird for a highschool student like him, you found it absolutely adorable. so you always played along with his little shenanigans.

“oh please, jet black wings! i feel the oxygen leaving my lungs already! i think you might need to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation..”

“i do?!” kaidou screamed as his cheeks flushed red.

‘what the hell does that have to do with a scraped knee?’ saiki thought to himself.

the pink haired boy sighed internally as he started to get annoyed at how obnoxiously loud you two were being.

he started looking around a class, trying to find a way to possibly shut the both of you up.

soon, an idea popped into his head as his eyes landed on something that might help the situation.

suddenly, a not-so-hard metal box flew on to kaidou’s head, hitting him at high speed.

you gasped, reaching out to cradle his head.

“a- are you okay?! what was that?”

kaidou shrieked and rubbed his head, looking down to see the object that hit him.

he grabbed the box and shook it in his hands.

‘what is this? is the dark reunion targeting me next?!’

he hesitantly opened the box, silently expecting for something to jump out and attack him.

but his eyes quickly lit up as he saw a roll of bandages, rubbing alcohol and some cotton buds.

“aha! j- just as i planned! i feared that i would accidentally hurt you more, knowing that my powers are too strong and out of control.. so i used them to summon the first aid kit, that way i could heal you safely!”

you could only stare at kaidou in awe, watching him as he started to clean your scrapped knee with shaky hands.

‘d- does kaidou really have powers..?’ you thought, blankly staring at the wall behind him.

‘dumbasses..’ saiki thought, resting his head on his chin after you two finally calmed down.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Chapter 7 - Probably should read ch1 first

Gun has a new neighbour. Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

“Who is that? She is cute!” 

Goo remembers you. Of course Goo remembers you, he finds it hard to forget a pretty face.

You though. You’re something else.

The first time you flipped Gun off, he thought 'Oh well. Just Gun being Gun and pissing one night stands off.'

After the second time, and each time after that? He thought you were absolutely delightful. Especially when he glanced over at Gun’s reaction and he snorted everytime, rather than outright ignoring you like he usually does with his bed partners.

You must be special.

“No one.”

Goo feels his own anger simmering below the surface, “Liar. You’re lying to me.” 

He jabs Gun in the arm who takes no notice, learning early on that it’s better to ignore the blonde rather than get pulled into his mercurial moods.

Hmph. Gun is being tricky. No one has stuck around for this long. He doesn’t even let anyone stick around for seconds.

But today? Months on? Instead of flipping Gun off, you give him a little wave and a bright smile. Clearly, something has changed. What is that bastard hiding?

“Well, if she’s no one to you,” Goo checks out his reflection in a store window and adjusts his tie, “then maybe I can be someone to her.”

Gun takes a long drag on his cigarette, “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“I can do her-”

“Stop.”

Gun is being tricky and protective. How exciting.

.

.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Gun storms up to the figure lurking outside the building, their glasses glinting in the sunlight as they tilt their head back and survey the apartments above.

“Is that any way to greet your partner?” Goo flashes a greasy smile, “Just checking out the building. Thought about investing. Diverge my portfolio blah blah blah.”

“Then invest elsewhere. I don’t want to see you any more than I have to.”

“Ouch! Going right for the jugular!” Goo clasps his hand around his neck and pouts.

Damn, guess he would have to cut this short now that Gun is here to ruin his fun.

Just as Goo is about to slink away, he hears a voice. Someone who sounds far too happy to see that black-eyed demon.

“Hi Gun!”

Ah. There you are. 

Goo whirls around in time to see Gun giving you a small nod, and you tilting your head in confusion at his odd demeanour.

My my, you really are cute.

“Goo Kim,” The aforementioned sidles up next to Gun, thrusting his hand out to you and grinning, “I’m Gun’s boss… and friend.”

Gun gives Goo a furious look which does nothing to wipe the smile off his face.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m just a neighbour,” you take his hand and give it a quick shake.

“And what an adorable neighbour too! It must be a nightmare living next to Gun,”

“Ah he’s not so bad.” You flap your hand, giggling nervously and eyes darting over to Gun who seems like he's about to strangle him.

“Well that must be because you’re an angel! I work with the guy and it’s like hell every day. I-”

“Goo.” Gun gives him a sharp look but Goo presses on.

“Say, do you have a boyfriend?” 

The change in conversation gives you whiplash. Alarm bells going off in your head as you veer into dangerous territory.

“No…”

With a predatory smile, “Then how about a date, sweetheart?”

Time slows down as soon as the words leave his mouth.

Gun clenches his fist, but doing little else to show his rage. It’s nothing to do with him who you choose to see or bed (and he disregards his stomach lurching at the thought of your body pressed against someone else‘s). 

Still. How dare Goo ask you that. How dare Goo even utter those words. It’s true some people find Goo Kim charming yet Gun feels sick at the thought that you could be one of those people.

His eyes darken behind the shades as he looks at you, searching your face for an answer.

Your eyes flicker over to Gun, finding his face neutral. 

And you swallow down the lump in your throat.

You and Gun are not anything. Spending enough time together just to cross the threshold into acquaintances. Barely even friends. Just a peculiar song and dance barely held together at the seams.

Though. If you say yes to Goo (who really is very attractive in his own right), you’re not sure if Gun would share those strangely intimate moments with you anymore. The little smiles where it reaches his eyes.

It would be an unbearable loss if it were to stop.

“You’re not my type,” you drop your head and avoid looking at anyone. 

Time speeds back up again.

“Me?” Goo blinks owlishly, adjusting his glasses to get a better look at you, “I’m everyone’s type!”

“Sorry!” you sidestep him to take the coward’s way out, “I- I gotta go!” and break into a full sprint to somewhere. Anywhere.

Goo watches you, clutching his heart, “She sure knows how to treat them mean and keep them keen. I think I’m in love.”

Gun feels like he can breathe again.

.

.

Gun is a light sleeper. 

You can’t be anything but in his line of work. Catching catnaps where you can and even then you sleep with one eye open.

The doorbell rings. Electronic chime echoing through his apartment, high and piercing as Gun jerks awake on the sofa.

He isn’t expecting visitors this time of night.

“Did I wake you?”

“Yes.”

“Oh…”

Gun takes one look at you, blanket wrapped around your shoulder, teary eyes, and lets you in anyway.

There must be something severely wrong with you to seek out Gun Park for comfort.

Not just wrong with you emotionally, but mentally too. Who looks at Gun and thinks, yes. This guy. This is who will comfort me.

Sure, he can do a lot of other things to you. But consoling is well outside his skillset.

He’s all jagged edges, where if you look at him wrong once, those edges will slit your throat without a second thought.

Maybe, Gun wonders, rummaging through his kitchen cupboard, that there is something wrong with how he is around you. 

Here it is.

Fingers grip around a dusty box and he pulls. Retrieving it after being shoved into a dark corner for who knows how long.

He eyes the expiration date, having gone off close to a year ago and shrugs.

(“Housewarming,” Kouji passed over the box of instant hot chocolate powder, as Gun’s brow furrows at the odd 'gift', “I stole it.”)

Passing you a mug of steaming hot chocolate, that Gun is a little relieved to see smells and looks fine, you cradle it in your hands.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “for waking you up.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

A pause. Then like an elastic band snapping, the words spill forth.All your worries and stress.

The cause of your sleepless night.

You apologise again for waking him up, talking about your lack of close friends that you can share any burden with. Ramble about the anxiety with your university course and pressure to succeed.

And the guilt. Because you don’t actually need to succeed anymore with your inheritance. The friends you previously were sort of close to casting you aside once they realised, and you weren’t happy to cough up to be their meal ticket.

The family you never really had, the grandmother you never had a chance to grow close to. How this pile of gold you now sit on does little to erase your trauma and issues.

Gun listens and listens and listens. 

Drawing from an unending well of patience when it comes to you. Watches you pause, bringing the hot chocolate to your lips and sipping. He looks at your hands, cupped around the mug and wants to hold it.

Intertwine his fingers with yours, run his thumbs over your knuckles, hold it against his lips and kiss it.

The seconds and minutes pass by.

Your words dwindle and the silence this time is calm. 

A long exhale escapes your mouth. A weight, lifted.

All Gun can bring himself to do is give you a few awkward pats on your hand.

Laughter bubbles out. The thought of the stoic and cool man sitting besides you attempting to offer a show of support with such stilted awkwardness throws any of your melancholy out of the window.

“You’re really funny, you know that, right?”

“Funny?” Gun repeats that word as if its an alien language.

Gun, in his mismatched set of clothes that you know still costs more than the average monthly salary. A god awful leopard print top that he somehow pulls off and track pants.

Hair not coiffed to his usual standard. Not even in a sexy bed head way. Just.. cute. And messy. Sticking up at all angles. Like a cat that got up on the wrong side of the bed.

You return his awkward pat by squeezing his knee and he jumps.

“Yeah, funny.”

.

.

Goo takes one look at the bags under Gun’s eyes and cackles.

“Good night?”

“...”

With a special someone?”

“...”

“With your neighbour?”

“No.”

That gets a response and Goo just grins harder.

“Oh my,” he chirps right into Gun’s ear, “Is our little Gun getting soft?”

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hello lovely ☺️ how scandelous would it be to ask for perhaps a sneak peak of the next chapter?

👉👈 perhaps a lil snippet? A crumb? 🥹🥺🫣🙌

*clutches pearls* oh my…oh dear…i’ve never been asked this before 😳 this is a first for me.

am i allowed to do this?? why does it feel illegal lmao 🫨

i mean you did ask very nicely & i am dying to show the next chapter to yall & i am indeed a strong independent woman who can do whatever the hell she wants so…here you go?? i guess??

disclaimer: it took me a very hot minute to decide which part to do & i haven’t edited / beta read anything yet so it might change a bit once i post the full chapter…also hopefully this scene makes some kind of sense to you out of context. double also this will be the ONLY part i share bc i don’t wanna spoil the whole thing 😤 but i hope you like 🤭🩵

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“So…” Spider-Man said, voice low but playful. “Come here often, hot stuff?”

Despite his best efforts, Johnny busted into a laugh, shaking his head from side to side. “Shut up, you loser,” he giggled.

“Wait, wait, I can do better than that. Somebody call the fire department, ‘cuz this guy is smokin’.”

“Is this you attempting to flirt with me? Corny pickup lines and cheesy one-liners? You really think that’s the key to my refined and sophisticated heart?”

“Well? Is it working?” Spidey asked in whisper, the words curling upwards just like the goofy smile Johnny knew he had on behind his mask. The Human Torch rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled fondly. The two of them kept their faces and bodies angled forward as they spoke, daring not to show any physical displays of affection with so many eyes on them.

“Pretty lousy atmosphere for a first date, if you ask me,” Spidey continued, quiet and coltish. “Some orchids or candles would’ve been nice.”

“You want to count this as our first date?” Johnny whispered back. “I was planning to take you somewhere with much better ambiance and way fewer older sisters around. Maybe rent a gondola and a string quartet or something. But if you’d like, we can always save that for date number two.”

Spider-Man shrugged. “Either way. Your idea does sound a lot more romantic than the humiliation ritual we’re about to be subjected to...”

Johnny ventured a look at the rows of heroes sitting in the arena’s viewing room and grimaced. “Especially with my teammates watching,” he said gravely. His gaze swiveled to his feet, and he swallowed. “I am so not good at this ‘keeping secrets’ thing, Webs. I really like you, and am obviously terrible at hiding it.” His hands knotted into fists at his sides. “So if you’re set on keeping this thing on the down low, we’ve really gotta sell the whole ‘platonic super bros’ shtick. We can’t do anything that even suggests that we like each other like that. Not with them watching us like fish in a bowl.”

Spidey faced him then, head drooping a bit. “I’m sorry I’m making you lie to your teammates,” he murmured. “I know firsthand how complicated it can get.”

“It’s all right. I lie to them about all kinds of stuff all the time.” Johnny smiled apologetically. “I just wish I was better at it.”

Spider-Man scratched the back of his neck. “Lucky for us, we’ll probably be too busy getting blasted by drones or pummeled by robotic thugs to do anything remotely romantic-y looking while we’re in here.”

Johnny elbowed him in the side. “Well, double lucky for us: we’ve done this exact drill in real life already, and won. I can’t imagine fake thugs or drones being any harder to beat than those insane kidnappers we fought.” Mischief tugged at the corners of his lips as he tucked his hands politely behind his back, raising his chin and tracing his gaze along the outline of Spidey’s throat. “And after we win this,” Johnny added, “I’m gonna drag you somewhere no one will bother us and spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on your neck until it’s all one big hickey. Sound good?”

A noise sputtered out of the masked hero that sounded like a cross between a cough and a squeak. Johnny clapped him triumphantly on the back as he strolled forward, whispering in his ear as he close as he dared as he passed by. “Best leave the flirting to the professionals, bug boy.”

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TA-DA!! this feels so wrong but i hope it gives you a fun little taste of what’s to come heeheeHEEEE

[necros-writing-stuff]

I like the idea of a genuinely naive Barista Victim. Someone who probably doesn't love their job, but is a people person. Someone who genuinely likes seeing regular customers. Someone who really is happy to see and chat with Darius every day, because they like the familiarity and they're either too naive or too forgiving to think Darius's creepy behavior means anything. Their coworkers try to warn them. "That old guy is creeping on you." But they shake their heads. "He's just lonely and old! He's just trying to be nice, but he's old so he doesn't know saying those things aren't PC anymore." They genuinely try to find the good in everybody. So imagine their surprise when Dare has them chained up in their basement. Imagine the look of betrayal on their face as he holds them down and has his way with them. Imagine how cute they'll look crying and begging for him to stop. "I trusted you... I thought you were a nice person." "Oh darling, I am. You're just trying my patience is all. If you'd be good, I wouldn't have to do this sort of thing... So why don't you sit back and let me take care of you, eh? It's easier for both of us if you don't struggle."

"Please, you aren't really like this, are you? You were always so nice before. If you just need someone to talk to its okay, I won't tell anyone."

It's cute how you think you'll be getting out of here anytime soon. Downright adorable how big and wet your eyes are with your pleading, tearful expression. Like a kicked puppy.

Still, you're holding up far better than he thought. No hysterical wailing as of yet. Its only been a couple hours since you woke up, though.

"I can't let you out. You know that." He grunts as he squats down in front of you, your body on a bed he'd put in the basement, collar around your neck chained to the wall.

The only clothing he gave being one of his old shirts.

"People will notice," you try again, voice cracking. You're leaning forward, hands clenching the sheets into worrisome little fists.

"Nah," Darius' face looks rather apathetic, like he's bored. He isn't. His heart hammers knowing that you're here, you're finally his and his alone. "I already messaged your boss saying you've quit, darling."

He's sure to keep your phone out of reach as he shows it off, even unlocking the damn thing so you know he's not lying about having access. More tears fall onto your cheeks.

"... its not right." It comes out as a whisper.

"Fuckin feels right to me. Now, you want chicken or gammon for dinner?"

Oh look, there's the hysterics.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake: Destiny in Motion

Not 100% accurate.

Translation under the cut.

Fate always moves before you know it, and by the time you realize it's too late, the waves have already swallowed you up.

Mitsuki: "Historical Figures Who Shaped the World. I didn't know there was a book like this."

Sebastian and I were sorting through the bookshelves in the library when I found a history book.

Mitsuki: "Napoleon's great achievements are featured here."

Sebastian: "Napoleon is a hero among great men."

(Sebastian, you're such a fanboy when it comes to Napoleon.)

Smiling and flipping through the pages, I found a list of soldiers, musicians, painters, scholars, and other historical figures, but among them一

Mitsuki: "The Pirate who moved the world?"

When I saw a guy with an unusual nickname, I tilted my head, and Sebastian peeked at the book.

Sebastian: "Oh, you mean Francis Drake of England."

Mitsuki: "So he was a pirate. Did he do something amazing to be called a great man?"

Sebastian: "Yes. Drake was a 16th-century pirate-turned-naval admiral in the service of Queen Elizabeth I."

Sebastian: "While sailing around the world, he discovered the Drake Passage and brought back looted goods to enrich the nation's finances."

Sebastian: "He also defeated the invincible Spanish Armada, seized control of the seas, and made England a powerful nation.”

Mitsuki: "Does that mean the country and the pirates were in cahoots!?"

I'm genuinely surprised.

Sebastian: "History isn't always pretty, and I'm sure this was a historic milestone."

Sebastian: "One pirate changed the balance of power in the world."

That afternoon一

As I went shopping, I recalled my conversation with Sebastian.

(I guess not all heroes like Napoleon run the world.)

(Pirates have a rough and scary image.)

???: "Yo, missy."

(Yup, yup, like this one一huh?)

I looked up and saw a large red-faced drunk man standing in front of me.

Drunk Guy: "Are you a foreigner? You're pretty cute. Why don't you pour me a drink?"

Mitsuki: "Sorry, but I'm still working."

I tried to walk past him, but he grabbed my wrist tightly.

Mitsuki: "Let me go!"

Drunk Guy: "Just come with me."

(I can't shake him off. Somebody!)

I called out for help in my heart, and then一

???: "It's ungentlemanly to force yourself on a lady."

(Huh?)

I turned at the sound of the voice and saw a man with a half-up hairstyle and a hat standing there smiling.

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Miss, if you're in trouble, I can help you."

(I don't know who he is, but一)

Mitsuki: "Please help me! This guy is bothering me!"

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Yes. As you say, Your Majesty."

Drunk Guy: "What the hell are you doing? Don't just butt in here all of a sudden!"

The drunk guy pushed me and punched the guy with the hat, but he dodged his fist and tripped him up, knocking him down.

(Wow.)

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Can you run?"

Mitsuki: "Y-Yes!"

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Okay, this way then!"

He took my hand, and we ran out of the place.

Man with half-up hairstyle: "I don't see him. It looks like we lost him."

Mitsuki: "Haa... Thank God."

I let out a deep breath, and the man with the hat bent over to look into my face.

Man with half-up hairstyle: "You okay? You're shaking like a deer."

(I didn't notice it.)

Mitsuki: "Don't worry! I'll calm down in a bit."

I felt bad worrying the stranger, so I managed to smile and hide my trembling hands.

Then he squinted his eyes with his gaze locked on me.

Man with half-up hairstyle: "There, there. It's fine now. Take it easy, little fawn."

(.............)

My heart beat loudly as he patted me on the head.

(He's treating me like a child, but that's actually helping.)

(His smile makes me feel at ease.)

I felt relieved for a short time.

Drunk Guy: "I finally found you. How dare you!"

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Wow, you're a persistent old man."

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Sorry about this, little fawn."

Mitsuki: "Huh? Kyaah!"

Before I could answer, he suddenly lifted me and got into a boat parked on the Seine.

(What is he doing? I mean, can we just ride on it without permission!?)

Lots of things were running through my mind, but then he suddenly put his hat on my head and said一

Man with half-up hairstyle: "I'm going to fly this thing for a bit, so take care of it. Hold on tight, okay?"

As soon as he chuckled, he started rowing the boat.

The drunken man ran after us along the riverside for a while, but eventually, he disappeared, and we escaped.

But then一

Mitsuki: "Um, where are we!?"

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Haha, I wonder where?"

I had no idea where we were, but this place was so peaceful.

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Sorry, I guess I got carried away and rowed too far."

(I think he rowed a bit too energetically because he was having fun along the way.)

He laughed so openly that I was taken aback, but I started laughing too.

Mitsuki: "Pfft一ahahaha!"

Man with half-up hairstyle: "What's wrong?"

Mitsuki: "I didn't expect this kind of escapade, so I was a little bit excited."

Mitsuki: "But thanks for your help."

As I bowed my head, he smiled again.

Man with half-up hairstyle: "No need to be so stiff. What's your name?"

Mitsuki: "My name is Mitsuki."

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Mitsuki, the trembling fawn."

Mitsuki: "I'm not shaking anymore, and I'm not a fawn, Monsieur."

Man with half-up hairstyle: "No honorifics, please."

Mitsuki: "Oh, um, I'm not a fawn."

Man with half-up hairstyle: "Hahaha! You’re so honest, cute, and sweet."

I was a little embarrassed by his carefree words, but it looked like his easygoing tone conveyed his personality.

Mitsuki: "Can you tell me your name too?"

Drake: "Me? I'm Drake."

Drake: "I've been working on a sightseeing boat on the Seine River lately. Fuwaah..."

He yawned and lay down on the boat.

Drake: "The weather is so nice. The boat is rocking nicely, so I'll take a nap."

Mitsuki: "Really? Here?"

Drake: "Yup, here."

Drake: "I'm the kind of guy who doesn't hold back on his desires, even if the world could end at any moment."

Drake: "I'll get you home before dark, I promise."

I just shrugged my shoulders as he fell asleep.

(I'm getting caught up in his pace, but strangely, I don't mind it.)

Perhaps it was his easygoing attitude that made me think so.

Suddenly, the wind ruffled Drake's hair.

(Huh? Wait a minute.)

(Drake is the same name as the pirate I saw in the book.)

As I was thinking about this, I also laid my body down on the boat and was lulled to sleep.

There was a roaring, swirling sound of waves.

(Where am I?)

My blurry vision gradually became more vivid, and the view of the rough sea and large boats appeared before me.

(Why am I here? Is this a dream?)

Feeling like I was in a movie, a man's voice suddenly reached my ears.

Crew: "He's a monster! Sir Drake's a monster!"

Crew: "Bloodthirsty vamp一guh!"

Moments later, a knife flashed, and with a grunt, the person fell.

The person who wielded the knife wiped off the blood and slowly looked up.

???: "Even though I hunted, and hunted..."

???: "Hahaha! Yeah, a place where it's a do-or-die suits me."

???: "Nobles, pirates, humans, and vampires. They're all just a bunch of selfish, greedy bastards when you take their skin off."

???: "It's in the nature of all creatures to kill and destroy each other."

(That guy...)

!!!

Mitsuki: "Hm? Huh?"

Drake: "Oh. Are you awake?"

I opened my eyes and saw the sky, the familiar Parisian landscape, and Drake's face peering at me from above.

Mitsuki: "S-Sorry, I fell asleep, too! Wait, we're back in town?"

Drake: "Well, yeah, just in case."

I got up in a hurry and returned the hat I was holding.

(I can't remember exactly, but I think I had a weird dream.)

(There was this guy wearing this hat, who looked like a pirate, and he was yelling.)

Drake: "Mitsuki, what's wrong?"

Mitsuki: "Nothing! Thanks again for today, Drake. See you."

(Will I see him again?)

I swallowed the words, and Drake, who had received the hat, spoke.

Drake: "Let's play when we see each other again, little fawn."

I said goodbye to Drake and started to head back to the mansion, hoping to get home before nightfall.

(Drake is very carefree.)

I looked back on a bumpy day and smiled.

The rescue, the boat getaway, his pace, and the strange dream I had when we parted...

(Pirate "Francis Drake" and Drake the Sailor)

(It's just a coincidence, right?)

Convincing myself of this, I quietly put my encounter with him away in the treasure chest of my heart.

Drake: "If we ever see each other again, huh?"

Gazing at Mitsuki's back as she walked away, Drake chuckled to himself.

Drake: "Only if your and my fate will ever overlap."

Drake: "Oh man. If only I had my boat, I would have snatched her away."

He muttered a regret for the fine treasure he had found and put his hat back on.

The smell of the seeping tide grazed Drake's nose and melted into the Parisian sky.

Unaware of each other, Francis Drake and Mitsuki met over time.

Fate eventually hits them both like an irresistible wave, but that is another story.

-

[flowersarefreetherapy]

Hold On: Accusing, Denying

CW: Angst, fighting, arguments, someone gets punched

Star walks in with another man. They are both laughing about something, the other’s arm around Star’s waist. He’s not tall, a little shorter than Star, with bright red and green locs that fight to escape from under a knitted hat. His pants are the stupid kind with the pockets and small chains and he wears a leather jacket. A stupid choice in the stupid cold weather. 

Daniel grits his teeth, ready to speak up, but the words clump in his throat when he sees how happy Star is. His eyes are bright, the blue sparkling in the light as he shakes his head, nudging the man with his shoulder. He looks healthy and his cheekbones are no longer as prominent as he remembers. 

“We, we, we’re-” Star stops, staring at Daniel. “D-Danny?”

I came back. I’m here. I came to save you. 

“Star.”

Unlike before, his voice is hard. The last time he spoke like this, felt this anger, he was staring down Theodore. And now here he is, using it on his bonded. 

The other man steps away from Star, watching Daniel with the same level of suspicion he feels. He wants to run at him, pound him into the floor until he can’t move, until he can’t stand back up, until he can’t put his arms around Star any longer. 

“Ezra,” Star whispers, turning to the other man. He gently places a hand on his chest and Daniel feels his heart twist. He wants to be sick. “I can, can deal with th-this.”

“You sure, stjerne?” The man, Ezra, whispers. So he has a cute nickname for Star too? Daniel clenches his fists together. “I can-”

“I, I’m sure.”

Ezra hesitates, looking like he wants to argue, but nods. He gives Thad and Robin a small smile before he walks out the door. There is silence. Daniel can’t move. He doesn’t dare more. He stands there, afraid to even breathe lest he lash out at the one person he loves. 

“Daniel,” Star breathes. “You, you came back.”

“At the wrong time,” Daniel snaps. “Apparently you didn’t see anything wrong with moving on so quickly.”

Star’s mask cracks. He sees pain flash in his eyes for a second before he hides it again. “I, I, I didn’t know you were, were-”

“I would never purposefully leave you!” Daniel steps forward. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Thad move with him. You really think I would hurt my love? “I never would!”

“Don’t in, interrupt me!”

“Listen to me, Star! I was taken! I meant to come back, I never meant to leave you! I’m sorry I wasn’t about to help you, but there was nothing I could do!”

“You could have, have come b-back and, and, and-”

“Didn’t you hear me! I couldn’t! I was trapped, Star! I was trapped and I couldn’t leave! I killed people to come back and get you! And how do you repay me? By throwing me aside at the first taste of freedom!”

“I th-thought, I thought you were, were gone!” 

“Daniel, Star,” Robin says, stepping between them. “I think this is a conversation we should revisit in the morning, when-”

He is moving before he thinks. It is as if he is watching someone else move across the room, fist raised. The next thing he becomes aware of is the pain of his knuckles smashing into Robin’s face. They cry out, stumbling back as blood gushes down from a broken nose. Daniel shakes out his hand, staring at Robin in horror. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

Thad shoves him out of the way, cupping the side of Robin’s face, asking them if they were alright and to tip their head forward and the whole time his voice cracks, full of fear. A hole opens in Daniel’s chest and he staggers back. Star meets his gaze over Robin’s back, face dark with anger. 

Look at you. Ruining everything again. You’re nothing but a fool. You shouldn’t be here. Idiot. 

Daniel pushes back the couple, past Star, who tries to catch his arm, and into the cold night. Freezing tears stream down his face, burning the wound reopened by his yelling, as he runs away.

Again. 

Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @darkthingshappen @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinggrounds @pigeonwhumps (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

[ratcatcher0325]

Hey Alexander it your partner in crime again. The one who told you to rickroll Natalie. You have made it clear that you wake up before Natalie. 😏

When Natalie is asleep connect the phone to the Bluetooth speaker and play the song 'baby shark' ON FULL BLAST.

Trust me it's worth it

Your partner I'm crime ,

Anon

My god, you devilish trickster of an Anon, you!

I think we are becoming thick as thieves! I would delight in nothing more than to startle my human counterpart awake. Do you have any idea how many times I've been awoken during a peaceful midday slumber by her clumsy fingers knocking something over or simply stomping around the room like some irritated elephant?? Humans have no idea just how unbearably LOUD they are. If you could all just speak at about half your normal volume, it would do much to cure the almost constant ringing in my ears.

Okay, Baby... Shark, you say? I'm not sure what sounds infantile sharks even make, but perhaps that's not relevant here? Why a shark? Why not a traditionally cute animal? Don't you dare even THINK I'm cute, I WILL KILL YOU. Ahem, sorry, now that we've got that important message out of the way... Okay, this dumb looking video with children in pajamas dancing in front of a green screen? What is this? Why do you suggest the strangest human music? Oh well, if it will annoy Natalie to no end, then I'm on board. I hope it's not to catchy though, I'd hate to have it stuck in my head all day long as some sort of karmic payback for what I'm about to do.

You see, I waited to respond to this ask until she was asleep and I was nearby the desk where I had access to the devices I needed, and, here we are. She's been getting very little sleep between classes and exams, so she just flopped on the bed about twenty minutes ago and immediately passed out. She didn't even bother taking her shoes off... which, I find rather reprehensible. Do you humans just think you're too big to be susceptible to germs?? Don't you know it's bad hygiene to rub your dirty soles all over your bedsheets? Disgusting. Anyway.... I'm going to hit play now, let's see just what happens...

My god, Anon! She hated that more than the Rick... (Riding?? Roving? Some sort of R gerund, I know!) thing! She immediately bolted upright and just started grimacing, "FUCK! NO! NOOOO! WHO KEEPS TELLING YOU THESE INTERNET SECRETS? NO! WE ARE NOT GETTING EAR MURDERED BY BABY SHARK TODAY. GODDAMMIT, ALEXANDER!" Oh, oh she's crawled over the bed and is headed straight for the desk, I have a feeling I'm about to be plucked up and given a stern talking to....

Hi, hello, it's been several hours since the previous events transpired. I'm still chuckling to myself at the image of her absolutely wild mane of bed-tangled hair as she woke up shouting obscenities at me. That was delightful. It's evening here, now, and I'm supposed to be asleep but I've unlocked her phone just sitting there on her nightstand beside my bed. If she didn't want me to use it why would she put it so nearby, hm? Hopefully the light from the device won't wake her. In any case, yes, she snatched my up in a fist and tapped the pause button perhaps a bit too aggressively. But I think her utter exhaustion made her more loopy than truly upset, because she just held me and started to laugh and shake her head muttering under her breath "Why, little nightmare, why do you love torturing me? I am so tired, my dude. Stop taking advice from the internet. I love you, but you're gonna be the death of me, especially with people egging you on. You're too powerful now...." Why did she call me dude? I am not, nor will I ever be a dude. How grossly informal.

Well, anyway, that was delightfully fun, even though I absolutely have that egregiously repetitive tune now bouncing around inside my skull, so thanks for that. I think, in spite of herself, Natalie got a good laugh out of it too. Here's to arming me with wonderful human insider knowledge to baffle this poor woman beside me.

Yours truly,

Alexander

[sillygoofyqueer]

I'm doing a FOLLOW UP!!! I never do those. Xie Lian staring at everything, contemplating how on earth people are paying for things and desperately wanting to buy these things. He asks Hua Cheng what to do and he just buries his face in his hands and sobs "I DON'T KNOW, GEGE, THIS LOWLY SERVANT IS INCREDIBLY SORRY." A passing cosplayer overhears this exchange and assumes that they just don't have any money (they do, just not the type that is normal nowadays), so helpfully offers the idea of busking. Xie Lian's eyes actively light up, dragging Hua Cheng along as he goes to find somewhere to start performing. He could do some dancing, people around here seem to enjoy his dances....

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is hating the stares at both himself and Shen Yuan - he knows that people liked the way he looked, and the way Shen Yuan looked, but they never look at them like THIS!!! He's positively moody, and doesn't even remotely begin to entertain anyone flirting with him, snarling at those who dare look at Shen Yuan for too long, shaking his fist at them and acting more demonic than usual. Shen Yuan is completely unaware of this, fan over his face and radiating untouchable immortal, signing up for the costume contest with Luo Binghe and only then realising that he has lost the other four. Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji? They are actively having the time of their lives. Wei Wuxian immediately finds a place for alcohol and just slams a gold coin down with zero hesitation. It's literally GOLD so the bartender is like "...well, I can do something with this, plus this guy's cute-" so, bottle of alcohol procured. Next? Wei Wuxian goes wild, with Lan Wangji close behind. Casually sitting in the corner and playing a harmony with their instruments (also accidentally busking), until they bump into Hua Cheng, who had been going to scare off any competition for Gege, even though he didn't really need to because Xie Lian is obviously incredible. Wei Wuxian now has money after both his accidental busking, then a joint one with Xie Lian, and literally nobody can stop him from wandering through the stalls and buying everything. THIS IS ALL EVEN BETTER IF WE'RE GOING 'their worlds are actually danmei in the this world' because then there's a bunch of instances where they bump into people that seem to be trying to...look like them?? It happens to Lan Wangji first, and he doesn't have any visible reaction - meanwhile, Wei Wuxian is laughing his ass off, joking about how he now has two Lan Zhans, and this is when Lan Wangji gets irritated. When it happens to Wei Wuxian himself, he jokingly demands that they duel for the right to be Wei Wuxian, because 'there can only be one'. And so, he has to be physically dragged away when the cosplayer plays along and pulls out a (authentic looking) sword, leading to Wei Wuxian assuming he took it seriously and immediately draws Subian - and this is when Shen Yuan finds them, just before Lan Wangji can start cheering Wei Ying on. Xie Lian just starts laughing, assuming that this is a mockery of him after all of the years of being mocked, then realising that it's actually really good and immediately asking so many questions - how did you make this? Is this your hair? What is a wig?? You made this? It's so good!! - whilst being stood there with authentic robes themself (nobody can tell me he didn't have to try and repair his own robes all the time, that man had no money), so he knows how much effort it must have taken! He's fascinated!! He soon becomes seen as the extremely friendly, extremely in-character Xie Lian cosplayer with the best cosplay ever, and yet he's complimenting everyone - from the amateurs to the experienced. Hua Cheng is at first not very bothered by all of the 'fakes' of him, despite accidentally mistaking a few for his own clones, until he watches someone cosplaying as him give their partner (cosplaying Xie Lian) a friendly little push. IS THIS HOW PEOPLE SEE HIM??? After that, he's absolutely begging for Gege to forgive him for being seen as treating Xie Lian in such a manner. Luo Binghe does not give a single shit. There are demons trying to imitate his style all the time, why should he bother with them? He appreciates the outfits of some, scorns others, questions Shizun to see if he's still the best ("nothing's better than the real thing, Binghe"). Shen Yuan is having the time of his life. He was never that good at cosplay, so he can still appreciate the others' attempts (he is cheating, okay?), and he is quick to stick up for anyone being mocked for their cosplay attempts. He gets it, alright? He was an amateur cosplayer when he was living in this world and it sucks to have people mock your genuine attempts.

HEAR ME OUT!!! What about, right, an AU where the main MXTX couples are somehow dropped into modern times (or...transmigrated back, in Shen Yuan's case), but they're still obviously from historical times. Instead of panicking or getting concerned like everyone else, Shen Yuan immediately finds the nearest, biggest cosplay convention and drags them all there so he can show off their awesome "costumes" (a win is a win, no matter the specifics). Cut to the couples strolling through the con, with Luo Binghe looking out of his depth, Xie Lian questioning everything and Hua Cheng hating that he doesn't have the answers for once, Lan Wangji the picture of serenity despite everything, Wei Wuxian looking like he literally belongs there, and Shen Yuan. Literally the picture of smugness. Everyone gawking and him being like "Oh hell yeah. Take a wild look at us guys."