#a slowly growing collection... ❤

[orcelito]

Current persona manga collection 👍

I decided to get the 3rd volume of mementos mission and the 9th volume of the p5 manga since I have a Bit of free spending money now. It makes me very happy to have a growing collection 😊

[shinxthecreator]

Overstimulation with Nanami Kento

You ask your husband Nanami to try overstimulation with you

❤︎ Warnings ; SMUT, fem!reader, overstimulation, unprotected sex, p in v sex, spanking, cunnilingus, fingering

I think that’s it, if I missed any let me know! Enjoy

It was a Sunday afternoon and you were lounging on the couch next to your husband, Nanami. You were squirming in your seat as lewd thoughts took over your brain. There was something you’ve been wanting to try for a while, and you decided today was the day to bring it up to your lover.

“Kento?” You spoke quietly. His hand lightly squeezed your thigh where he had been lightly caressing a moment prior.

“Yes my love?” He looked over at you. You paused for a second, collecting yourself. It was now or never and this was something you really wanted.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try with you,” you started. You now had his full attention as he turned his body towards you. His eyes began searching yours as you paused.

“What is it?” He asked.

“Well, I really want to try overstimulation…” your voice got quieter as you finished the sentence, head now hanging down to avoid making eye contact with him. It was silent for a moment, causing your nerves to strike and you peeking up to look at him. What you saw made your breath come short.

His eyes were dilated, and you noticed his hand stopped moving on your thigh. Within a moment of catching your eye again, a smile slowly grew on his face.

“Are you sure darling?” He checked. If this was something you were going to try, he wanted to make sure you were 100% sure about it. He can’t lie though, even just the idea excited him, and he hoped to the heavens that you were sure. You took a second to think about it, and with one final breath you answered.

“Yes.” That was all it took for his mouth to end up on yours, kissing you gently at first and getting deeper as the seconds passed. His hand on your thigh squeezing tighter into your flesh. Soon enough, he grabbed both of your thighs before wrapping them around his waist. As soon as they were secure, he stood up, hands cupping your butt and massaging as he walked you both to your room.

He continued to kiss you the whole way there, before breaking apart to lie you down on the bed. You both began taking off your clothes and as soon as you were both bare he began kissing you again. His hands roamed your entire body, squeezing at your flesh. He started at your thighs, and then slowly moved up to your breast, caressing your body on the way. He began playing with your nipples, pinching and lightly pulling them, making you moan into his mouth.

“K-Kento, please, more” you breathed in between kisses. His mouth moved down to kiss your jaw and then your neck, stopping to suck bruises into your skin. Once he was satisfied, he moved down to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking while his hand massaged the other. You were breathing heavily now and your hands found their way into his hair, brushing it back from his face and using it to hold his head in place. After a minute, Nanami pulled off and looked at you.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t wait to ruin you.” He said breathily. Your heart rate sped up at this confession, and you felt your core twitch with excitement. He began placing kisses all over your stomach, moving lower until he was face to face with your clit which he quickly licked and sucked into his mouth.

Immediately you let out a loud moan, head thrown back into the pillows. Your hands grabbed at his hair, now tugging the strands. Nanami continued to lick and suck at your clit. His tongue swiped at your entrance, and soon enough his tongue was plunging inside. He began fucking you with his tongue, his nose simultaneously rubbing at your clit as he did so.

“FUCK Kento, ‘s so good, please, please, please” You pleaded. You weren’t exactly sure what you were pleading for but you just knew you wanted more as you felt the heat growing in your lower belly. Within the next few seconds you were having your first orgasm, rubbing frantically against Nanami’s face, pulling harshly at his hair to which he moaned deeply. He continued to lick at you, slurping up all your wetness. When you stopped convulsing, he came up to look at you.

“You taste so good baby,” he kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue “Now gimme another one.” He breathed against your mouth. You then felt a finger swipe against you, collecting your juices before thrusting into you.

“Mmf Kento, more, please” you begged. His free hand caressed your cheek as he lightly shushed you before adding another finger. His thrusts slowly became faster, and he brought his thumb to circle your clit at the same time. You began breathing harder and felt yourself building up again quickly. The sounds of squelching from his fingers riled you up even more. Nanami then grabbed both your legs with his free hand and pushed them up to your chest. You started moaning even louder at the new angle, his fingers hitting the right spot with every thrust.

“F-f-fuck Kento, baby, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum” your voice became higher in pitch as you reached your climax once again. Nanami moved his hand faster as you began squirting clear liquid all over his arm. He stared right at your center with hungry eyes, watching as you squirted just for him. He removed his fingers and immediately went back down to lick you clean, moaning with every swipe of his tongue. You were so sensitive at this point you began to shake and push at his shoulders. You let out a squeak as he swiftly smacked your ass.

“I’m not done with you yet, you have to do that again for me darling” he spoke from between your legs. Nanami was no monster, so he gave you a few seconds to relax as he lightly massaged your thighs. However, once those seconds were up, he quickly flipped you over onto your stomach, grabbing you by the waist to lift your ass into the air.

“I’m gonna fuck you now baby” he said as he swiped the tip of his dick in between your folds. You let out a broken moan at the feeling, feeling so used and loved at the same time, and you absolutely loved it. This is exactly what you wanted and he was giving it to you. After a moment, you felt the tip of his dick slowly begin to enter you. Once the tip was in, Nanami immediately pushed his hips against yours, bottoming out in a second. You let out a small squeal of surprise, immediately followed by a moan at the feeling of being so full of your husband.

“I’m sorry baby I just need you so bad right now” Nanami grabbed both your wrists and held them against your back with one hand, his other holding your waist as he began to fuck you. Fast, hard, and deep thrusts which had you moaning continuously. You could hear Nanami grunting behind you which made you even wetter. His dick continued to hit your g-spot with every thrust and his balls slapped your clit. It was absolutely delicious and you were lost in the feeling. You felt so good it almost felt like you couldn’t breathe, lost in the pleasure. Soon enough you began to feel the telltale signs of your impending orgasm.

“K-Kento I c-can’t” you attempted. You felt Nanami’s grip on your waist tighten a bit before he answered.

“Ssh, it’s ok baby, just let go I got you.” With that, you let out a loud moan before cumming on his dick. You could hear how wet you were through his continued thrusts, riding you through your orgasm. You knew that you definitely squirted again. After another minute, Nanami came inside you, thrusting deep to push all his cum inside. When he was done he collapsed by your side. Still firmly seated inside you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“How was that, my love, are you satisfied?” He asked. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face at the question, going over everything that just happened in your mind.

“Yes, absolutely, thank you Kento.” You grabbed his hand and kissed it before returning it to its original spot around your waist. You both were sure that this was definitely something you wanted to try again in the future.

[arlerts-angel]

ONGG i just read ur softdom!armin x shy!afabreader and wanted to request – what if armin found out reader has started to steal his hoodies so she could get off somehow because she didn’t know how to ask him for pleasure? 🤭🤭 (‘m sorry the meds are making me crazy-)

note: are you kidding me!! 😩🤤 this was so much longer than i intended hnjksjshdj i love this anon!! i hope you enjoy too ❤︎ also!good morning, i've finished proofreading this at 10:30 am lolol

cw: armin x shy!afab reader are roommates, olfactophilia, voyeurism, masturbation (m! and f!), pet names (angel, pretty)

18+ �� minors kindly dni ❀

for a couple of times now, you've raided armin's hamper of previously worn clothes. it's too intimidating to ask him to help you get off, so you instead take his hoodies to aid in pleasuring yourself. you smell them, taking in his scent. his clothes smell so warm and inviting, like he'd swallow you whole in a hug or rearrange your guts. either one would suffice.

you take the hoodies back to your room and strip down to your bra and underwear. you lay back on your bed and begin to touch yourself as you breathe in his scent. you let out a few soft and quiet moans. though you are alone, you're still too bashful to make lewd sounds any louder. when you're aroused enough, you slide the second hoodie over your pillow and rise to your knees, placing the pillow between your thighs. you bring the other up your nose and begin to grind your clothed pussy against the pillow and let your imagination of armin run wild.

"armin–" you moan. freudian slip. you shut your mouth, but unbeknownst to you, the "damage" is already done. armin came home quite early from the library today. your door was ajar, giving him just enough of a view. he indulges in the scene before him, getting hard at the sight of you.

he slowly unbuttons his pants and slides his boxers down just enough to free his cock, hard and leaking precum. he spits in his hand and begins to stroke his cock as he watches you. he knows good and well he could just walk in and fuck you right then and there, but it was more exciting trying not to be caught. he has thought of this very moment many times, more than he'd probably like to admit.

you grind against the pillow covered by his hoodie more desperately now. your bed squeaks slightly and your slew of curses and moans of his name bring him close to his orgasm. his strokes grow faster and his breathing becomes unstable.

you moan his name one last sinful time and ride out the high of your orgasm. the sound of his name leaving your lips sends him over the edge. stringy ropes of cum collect in the palm of his hand. he dashes to the bathroom to clean up. you throw on a big t-shirt and walk back to return the hoodies to their designated hamper.

you are stunned by his presence like a deer in the headlights. he looks at the hoodies in your arms and back at you, his eyebrows raised. "what are you doing with those, y/n?" he asks innocently, as if he didn't just see a thing, much less cum to it. you're a stuttering mess trying to come up with an excuse. he grabs your chin gently and looks into your eyes, grinning devilishly.

"you're so sweet..." his voice trails and so does his hand. he gently grabs your hair in his fist and lifts your head up slightly, earning a soft moan from you. he looks in your eyes, still grinning. "i've got something that feels much better than my hoodies, angel."

shit, he saw. your heart is in your throat, but you manage to ask what he means. his grip on your hair tightens a little more, making you wince. "you know what i'm talking about, don't you? tell me what you were doing with those." he replies. why the hell is this turning me on? you think to yourself.

"i-i was, masturbating." you admit. you are well aware that he's loving this. he nods and lets go of your hair, his hands sliding down your body, stopping at your waist. "now... tell me y/n, do you want me?" he asks softly in your ear. you nod in response. "use your words, pretty. tell me exactly what you want." he coos.

"i want you to fuck me." you say without hesitation. he picks you up and carries you to his bedroom. "see? that wasn't too hard. just say that next time, angel."

[made-by-marlow]

Session One: The Unity

Welcome to The Unity Campaign, a collaborative work by GM and players of an Avatar Legends campaign. First time in years posting writing on tumblr.

Akana (The Icon): Role ♡♡♡❤♡♡♡ Freedom

Bong (The Hammer): Force ♡♡♡❤♡♡♡ Care (Adversary: Earth King Jialun)

Honemaru (The Idealist): Forgiveness ♡♡♡❤♡♡♡ Action

Zee (The Pillar): Leadership ♡♡♡❤♡♡♡ Support (Squad: The Storm)

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Content warnings (session one): Combat, weaponry, cussing, smoking, air nomad genocide

Just off shore, making its return from the Earth Kingdom, is a large metal ship. It looks exactly like the rest of the large metal ships out there, blending in. However, it is home to famous merchants, scholars, and inventors who have directly forged connections with one another in the name of progress. The merchant ship travels the world spreading not only goods, but ideas, and technology. Making sure each kingdom has a fair chance of progressing. Encouraging balance. 

Encouraging harmony. A rare sight these days. 

Sailors of the Unity come and go and it tours the globe, finding their place and staying for as long as the wind carries them. Few of the original crewmates remain. They’re growing older now, happy to see youth serve as their legacy. The new crew has all found their place within the past few months, before the recent attack on the air nomads. Many found their escape on this ship. 

Bong, a bulky earthbender, intentionally serves as muscle and unintentionally serves as a jester. Nobody is sure where exactly he came from. What his story is. Only that he boarded the last time the Unity had made contact with Ba-Sing-Se, and was practically sprinting towards the ship. It didn’t take much convincing for the Unity to allow him to board after a quick display of his skills. 

Honemaru, the most recent addition to the crew, works with the merchants of the ship and helps with the trade, transferring the talents of their old life. Many assumed they were a non-bender from the Earth Kingdom. They still occasionally try to sell their own stock. Intricate bone carvings. 

They’re a mystery to others. Mysterious talents, mysterious gender. After today, Maru’s job will be to look after the stock and engage with fellow merchants. A charming salesman. As of today, their first day on the job, they wander the Unity. It’s much larger on the inside than it had appeared when they first laid eyes on it. 

Wooden floorboards sway beneath their footsteps, a feeling they weren’t quite used to yet. One room stands out a little. A door that’s slightly cracked, allowing them to see a dim light and a wall decorated with a pattern of threads connecting points. They’ve wandered far enough that they know the majority of the ship doesn’t come here. 

With no one around Honemaru slowly opens the wooden door. It makes a creak that echoes off walls, a little louder than they hoped it would. The coast seemed clear. The room they were entering was awfully dark except for a lantern hung in the corner of a room. No windows to let in any light or let anyone see in or out. With stealth provided by Dai-Li training, they begin to look around. 

Each of the tables contained a map and a collection of clutter. Honemaru scatters to the closest one, curious and eager. A map, quill and ink, feathers, books, and a drawing compass. Gems and shells pile up on the corners, pinning the map down to the table with weight. The map itself is torn in the corners and brown with age, although the ink is fresh. It’s easy to tell the paper had been wet at some point. 

On the map is a dotted line connecting one kingdom to another. The Earth Kingdom, where they had just come from, and the Southern Water Tribes, where they are headed. Honemaru digs through clutter until they find a compass. When placed on the table it points east, counteracting the dotted line. Heading towards the Air Islands. Of the air nomads, who no longer exist.

The ship isn’t following this map. The one each crew member had been told the ship is following. 

Maru runs across the room to another desk where a new map is being printed. One connecting the Earth Kingdom, where they had come from, to the air islands, with a pin on the trail where they supposedly are now. They pull out the compass again, telling them the boat is headed east. Towards the islands. 

When they turn around again they are met with a sword inches away from their face. Maru holds their breath and backs into the table. It doesn’t take long to realize the sword is made of ice. What takes a moment longer is the realization that the hand holding the sword belongs to Tiq. The ship’s captain, who often uses her water bending abilities to shape ice. 

“What are you doing down here?” 

Words are trapped in their throat, begging to be let out. An apology. An excuse. Something. There isn’t any time for that once they are grabbed by the collar of their shirt and pulled backwards so they face the opposite direction. The sword is then brought up to Maru’s chest to stop them from thrashing forward. Their hand rests on Tiq’s wrist to push back in case she decides to push the blade into them. 

“You’re not welcome down here,” she says. Any response Maru could have had is shut off. “Do you understand?” They remain quiet. Tiq tugs them backwards to wake them up. “Answer me, gem.” 

Such an endearing term to mix in with a threat. 

“Yes ma’am.” Tiq lowers her sword and releases Maru. Maru quickly turns to avoid any surprise attacks and holds up an arm as a shield. It would have been smart to bring some sort of protection to a place like this. Maru’s makeshift shield makes Tiq realize her threatening appearance. It’s not what she wants to be known for. 

“It’s your first day, so this is a warning. This area is off limits.” Maru makes eyes at the exit behind her. Before they could make their way towards it the sword lifts again and points at their chest. “You’re off the hook if you tell me exactly what you found.” 

Nothing isn’t a believable answer. They knew that much. They thought of what they could say to satisfy her without revealing what they actually found. The silence is all too revealing. 

“Maps,” the answer. Tiq lets out a long breath. 

“What’s in this room is top secret, do you understand?” She lowers the sword. “You will walk out that door as if you never walked in it.” 

Other recent additions had acquired jobs that resulted in even more attention, wanted or not. Zee leads a group of firebenders in training, similar to his position months prior. He’s no ship’s captain, but he found himself in a position of leadership once more. Someone people look to for direction. 

Leadership satisfies the need for control. An addictive concept. After he got his hands on it, it’s hard to be a part of any group without wanting that control. He often bites his tongue to avoid the title of bossy. A title like that separates him from groups. There’s an imaginary wall between a leader and those that he leads. That wall separated him. At the same time, being a leader at a time like this is important. The people need one. They needed one a while ago. 

Akana found herself in a working position close to the ship’s captain, Tiq, as an apprentice. Both waterbenders from opposite tribes. Tiq disagreed with the majority of the northern tribe’s beliefs, especially in regards to gender roles, but there was a soft spot for Akana. There’s a warrior hidden inside of the girl, she just needs to bring it out. Give her the opportunity that the Northern Water Tribe robbed her of. 

People had their routines. Their jobs. Their friends. Today was different. Something outside of the routine. Today, Tiq had called for a meeting on the main area of the ship, where the sun could be seen. So, the people began to gather around. Conversation fills the boat. So many that it became one massive sound that made it impossible to really hear anything. Most conversations wondered what this meeting was about. The same amount of conversations assumed it was about the recent attack. 

Attack is too gentle of a word. Fire Nation military wiped out the majority of an entire race of people in a day. They continue to hunt and kill the few survivors of the comet, including the few who have found safe shelter on the ship. Genocide. For the Unity, it means a population of airbenders countable on one hand, and a quiet distrust of firebenders and everyone else. It means accusations of fire bending spies, even firebenders who have been on the ship far longer than the comet taking place. It means infighting. It means chaos. 

Harmony is falling quickly. The very thing the Unity stands for. 

The woman responsible for the meeting sits in a wooden chair upon the balcony of the quarter deck. She sits improperly, ignoring the now nonexistent voices that say it’s “unladylike.” Although their conversation is muted by hundreds of others, you can see she makes laughter-filled conversation with her first mate, Sho. A firebender of an unknown past. Another respectable leader. Despite being in his position for twenty years, he too has been accused of being a spy for the Fire Nation. It’s up to the individual if that accusation is true. 

Over time, their conversation becomes less laughter-filled. Tiq stares at the ground, contemplating the words of her first mate as he speaks. Then, she looks over the crowd, and stands. It’s time. 

“Good people,” she begins, her voice projecting without the aid of any new technology. Her hands rest on the railing, letting one of her dark braids slide over her shoulder and hover above her chest. “As you may know, the Fire Nation recently made an attack on the Air Nomads on the day of the comet.” 

The people a story below her quiet at these words. Some angry, some solemn. Some guilty. 

“This is a tragedy. A disturbance of the peace to us,” she says. “My first mate has begun to report infighting among the people. Fear from all sides. And so,” 

She straightens her posture, plastering on a smile. “We are in need of morale. I happen to know just the thing.” 

She paces the deck, running her hands on the railing. 

“Today we are hosting a tournament. You will each find a partner and fight your way to the top. Winner is determined by the opposite party’s surrender. Or unconsciousness. Nonbenders may use weapons-” 

An excuse to unleash the anger, sadness, and guilt in the form of a good fight is more interesting than a list of rules. People start moving, rushing to find the perfect partner. Crowds begin to form around Bong, who is known for his muscle, and Zee, who serves as a leader to many on board. Tiq begins to see the issue with her original plan. 

“We’re going to draw numbers.” She curses under her breath, and Sho manages to find two decks of cards hiding nearby. A set they were playing with not long ago. “104 should be enough…” she mumbles, beginning to shuffle both decks together. “Those who wish to participate will draw from here and find your partner with the same card as you. Over there.” 

She gestures to the battle stage, where a lot of training is held. A place where waterbenders have access to the ocean, and there are bags of stone for earthbenders. Tiq creates her own water slide to the stage and surfs it as the crowd begins to form a line. As she arrives the water returns to the ocean, moving through people’s shoes but leaving them dry in the end. 

“I haven’t even revealed the reward yet!” She finally finishes shuffling the two decks, placing it on the railing with a double tap. “The top four contestants will receive a fight with yours truly, when the moon is at its peak. Four against one.” 

She smiles, making her way back to her original spot with Sho. A place where she can see the stage clearly and kick back with a drink. “Best of luck.” 

One at a time, people collect a card. While the rest are quiet, Bong sees it as an opportunity to make the stage his own, and make the crowd laugh with a face and flexing of muscles. Zee takes it as an opportunity to study the crowd. 

Some had a look of respect and admiration for the powerful firebender. Some had a look of fear and distrust. The difference: firebenders and non-firebenders. 

And what a coincidence, the man who was just doing push-ups balanced on his fingertips would be his partner. The one that people were fighting over just a moment ago. Other members of the crew began to grow nervous when seeing Bong and Zee together. 

Through the stack of cards Honemaru had met their first friend- a significantly shorter waterbender with pale skin and dark hair. So far, every time she’s been seen it’s been with the captain. This stranger must be her right hand, or an apprentice. It’s hard to tell.

She happily introduces herself as Akana of the Northern Water Tribe. 

The two sit against a wall discussing strategies Akana picked up from a lifetime of watching warriors fight. She seems thrilled to be able to participate in a fight herself rather than only being allowed to heal. 

“You’re an earthbender right?” Akana gestures to the olive green rags Honemaru wears. It’s decorated with a couple of unpatched holes and a necklace of bone carved into an earthbending symbol. Honemaru touches the necklace in thought, and after a moment pulls it over their head. 

“I should show you something.” They watch Akana, studying her. “You must promise not to tell a soul.” 

They shape the small bone necklace into something else, bending bone as if it’s earth. From the earthbending symbol to the symbol painted onto the side of the boat. It’s a simple swirling logo taking the shape that the rest of the symbols have in common. The symbol of The Unity. 

The only thing Akana can do to react is stare. The necklace is handed to her, allowing her to study it. 

“What is this made of?” 

“Bone.” Maru takes the necklace back. They speak quietly. “Of an animal. But I have the ability to manipulate the earth inside of any bone. I don’t know of anyone else who can.” 

Akana’s amazement soon turns into excited laughter. 

“They don’t stand a chance against a bone bender and the rage of a girl who’s been told she can’t fight.” 

First, Bong and Zee stand against a random earth bender and a non-bender that looks to be from The Southern Water Tribe. She holds a sword. Bong laughs in the moment. He makes more faces at the crowd, flexing rather large muscles. Some cheer, the rest roll their eyes. Zee is one to roll his eyes. 

He stands across their opponents with a more respectful and focused look, mentally preparing strategy. Strategy is something they should have prepared with each other out loud. So far, Bong has presented himself as someone who is quite difficult to talk to. He doesn’t seem to take anything seriously. 

Their opponents look more scared, unsuccessfully trying to hide it. Who needs strategy when you have pure strength? It’s what got them each this far. 

That’s when Bong decides to turn his attention to the others, cracking his neck in hopes of intimidating. It works. 

His first move is to rip a strip of metal wall from the ship, sending it flying towards the swordfighter and pinning her arm to the ship’s railing. The movement sends the iron sword to the ground, the metal stopping her from bending down to pick it up again. The sword is magnetically pulled towards Bong. He then strikes with it. 

The amazement that Bong’s metalbending abilities create causes everyone else to freeze. It would have been good to know of Bong’s abilities beforehand. It doesn’t matter now. The others don’t stand a chance. 

Zee gatherers energy from his own body and static in the air to bring lightning to his hands. With the same technique he has been using for more than ten years now. The most difficult part is properly aiming the bolt as the lightning is forced into his hands with strength. The lack of chi makes his vision blur. 

People grow quiet. It is then he realizes despite specializing in lightning bending, and leading a squad who have all specialized in it for years, this is the first time he had used it on the ship. People aren’t particularly happy with lightning benders right now. They hold a merciless reputation. One that he contributed to as he led The Storm through violent rampages. 

The swordfighter screams as lightning strikes her arm, sending her to the ground unconscious. The scream is eerily similar to that of those he hurt before escaping to The Unity, especially as dark hair hides her face. Screams like that are part of the reason he left in the night a disturbingly short time ago.

Guilt stings his mind. He sent this stranger unconscious with one strike of lightning, lucky the lightning strike didn’t kill. Is winning this recreational tournament important enough to send an ally unconscious first blow? He’s playing by the rules Tiq had proposed, but the rules are proving to be rather merciless. 

Firebenders aren’t known for their mercy, someone in the crowd says. 

At the sight of lightning, crewmates from Fire Fountain City realize who he is. Ex-leader of The Storm. Merciless protectors of the city. Heroes to some, villains to the rest. 

The earthbender’s eyes widened, preparing for his turn. 

With remaining energy, Zee strikes against the unfortunate stranger, who makes an attempt to defend himself with little luck. Bong uses his turn to restrain the remaining opponent as Zee strikes once more with regular firebending, realizing how unfair lightning is. The poor stranger falls into a coughing fit, his face red where the flame had hit. Bong, with a hunk of metal ship in the air, is ready to finish the job. 

“Stop! Stop. I surrender.” 

The room stops, the stranger’s heartbeat almost audible to the others. Bong thankfully stops too, with a hunk of metal slowly being lowered beside him rather than towering above the three. His eyes narrow, taking in the earthbender’s reaction. 

Bong’s confusion soon turns into anger. He smashes the metal into the man, harder than he would have if he hadn’t attempted to take a coward’s way out. Repeatedly. Until he goes unconscious with his partner. Zee’s attempt to stop a 300 pound man of pure muscle is a useless one. 

Tiq quickly stands, furious. White knuckles grip the railing of the quarter deck where she had been seated. 

“He surrendered,” is the first thing she says. Bong has yet to calm down. He throws the metal to the side, taking heavy breaths. “The winner is determined by the opponent’s surrender. You won. That was unnecessary.” 

“War doesn’t bow to cowards,” he mutters. It’s hard to tell if Tiq had heard him. 

“You will respect my crew,” she says. “We fight fair.” 

“War doesn’t fight fair,” Bong yells. He had turned to face the balcony where Tiq stands. “Do you see this?” 

Bong forcefully grabs Zee’s wrist, holding it up in the air in front of the crowd. Zee is one of the few that wouldn’t need to stand on his tiptoes to accommodate a height difference. He doesn’t think to pull back. There’s a point to this strange man’s speech. One he might agree with. 

“You see what my partner is capable of? One strike sent the opponent unconscious,” he says. “This is what the Fire Nation is capable of. And the Fire Nation doesn’t care if we beg for mercy.” 

Silence fills the crowd. A heavy silence. One that makes Zee begin to shake as eyes remain on him. He knew why. There isn’t any hope in pulling away from the strong man’s grip. Instead he patiently waits for the moment to be over. 

“We have no avatar to help,” Bong says. “He’s dead. We need to learn how to help ourselves. Return their mercilessness.” 

“Enough,” Tiq snaps. She takes a low breath, unsure of what to say. He broke unspoken rules, ones that shouldn’t need to be spoken, but he is right. “I see your reason. There is war happening. But we are allies on this ship. Fight as dirty as you want. But when your ally asks for mercy, you give it.” 

She gives a stern look, specifically to Bong, during the lecture. One that makes people want to listen. 

“Further dismissal of the rule will result in disqualification. May the tourney continue.” 

Finally, it is time to exit the stage. Bong storms off, muttering under his breath. Half stare at him, the rest at the lightning bender. Nobody approaches Zee, but the staring is obvious. The same staring as before, the respect from other firebenders and fear from everyone else. Only this time it’s more intense. The best he could do in return is straighten his posture and give a gentle smile. 

He then turns to face the stage and watch the next fight, silently telling the audience they should do the same. As that happens, he too becomes part of the audience. Blending in with the crewmates. 

Bong returns by his side with a pipe. Side by side Bong is much wider than the firebender. Large and muscular. Someone who prioritized strength through his whole life and nothing else. Zee, while still toned and athletic, put more effort into keeping his body agile through training. 

“Came to apologize?” 

“I came to ask for a lighter.” He holds the pipe between the two. “And share a bowl with my new friend before we kick more ass.” This earns Bong a stare of disbelief before Zee finally laughs and lights the pipe with firebending. 

“You’re a good teammate. We’re insane together,” Bong says. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you up there.”

“It’s deserved.” It’s Zee’s turn with the pipe. It’s been a habit for quite some time now. Something he has yet to consider quitting. Breathing in garbage feels more like breathing than regular air does. It’s filling. Especially as the high quiets his mind. Usually, he smokes alone. 

“Unfortunately, you have a good point about war,” Zee says. “People aren’t very happy with firebenders right now.” 

“Because you’re that strong.” Bong points to the stage where a new battle has taken place. “People don’t trust you.” 

“I know. It’s good reason.” He takes a lengthy hit from the pipe before it’s handed back to Bong. “But I’m not one of them anymore.” 

Somehow Bong seems to… laugh. Laugh. On the subject of war. Zee wants to be offended but shakes it off to avoid meaningless conflict. 

“You were pretty intense up there too. So powerful you damage yourself in the process. It’s a worthy sacrifice,” he says. “We might make it to that top four with that strength.” 

Bong continues to laugh. 

“Listen, I don’t know what this sack of rice you keep bringing up is, but I’m interested.” Zee’s smile fades, quickly turning to confusion. 

“A sack of rice?”

“Yeah. I’ve been hungry for hours.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Bong makes a face, insinuating Zee is the one being confusing, not him. Oh. Sacrifice. Sack of rice. God damn it. Zee snaps, “Were you even listening?” 

“Sorry man. Just hungry.” 

“Yeah, and there was a fucking genocide my people are responsible for, coming for us next. You’re thinking about rice? Aren’t you scared?” 

“I can’t be.” The answer catches Zee off guard. Surprise replaces anger. Bong speaks as quietly as he can. “Truth is I’m terrified, but you can’t be scared when you look like me. When the big guy gets scared, that’s when everyone does.” Smoke comes with a long exhale. “We can’t fight back scared.” 

Zee takes in the words, staring into the distance. 

“I’m sorry I assumed.” 

“The apologizing is done. We’re teammates now.” 

Somehow, the fight following their conversation is even more interesting than the one they presented. Akana and Honemaru, Tiq’s right hand and the mysterious new guy, against a firebender and non-bender with two daggers. 

The fight seemed normal until the mysterious earthbender telekinetically rips a bone from their own rib cage. Out of their own body. And proceeds to use said bone as a weapon. Suddenly the scarring on their chest makes sense. It’s safe to assume nobody here but the two of them have witnessed bone bending before. Especially that of one’s own body. 

People forget about Bong and Zee after that. 

It doesn’t take long for the other two to surrender. 

[antishaman]

self indulgent personal headcanons that i will be adopting on to my blog canon timeline❤

all of this is cult era

it took suguru roughly around 8 months to establish complete control over the time vessal association, with a lot of the help coming from shiu kong, in which suguru turned the temple into a cult worshipping himself. that's not to say that he's self-centered and narcissistic, but he holds shamans to be on higher pedestals, so it only makes sense for them to worship him

he and shiu have a strictly business relationship where he acts as a mediator to luring people afflicted with curses to the temple, or suggesting to people to stay the night at the temple if they're not locals (easier to dispose of their belongings). this is because the temple serves many functions, and part of that is acting as a hostel for tourists or travelers to stay for the night if they have no where else to go. some of these rooms have veils set in place for curses to eat the unsuspecting visitors, in which suguru will wait for the curses to get stronger before ingesting them. shiu also handles blackmailing corrupt politicians, priests, landlords, ceo's, etc. these people are then forced to drain their bank accounts, transferring that money into suguru's cult, and then being killed once they serve no more purpose

on the topic of veils, he has many set within the temple. people snooping around where they shouldn't enter a veil and cannot leave, ultimately being fed to the curses lurking. beneath the temple, he has one in place specifically as a torture chamber for the people who target either him or his family. in there, there are curses that will slowly eat away at these people but never kill them. the only way that they'll die is if the veil gets lifted, so they could just be getting eaten forever and be suffering

suguru often takes care of the recruitment for officers in his maniacal dream (the ones he refers to as his family), and then those officers handle recruiting others with cursed energies and techniques into his army. a lot of these people do join because they develop a surface level crush on him, but he has a series of tests put in place to ensure that they're trustworthy enough to join. failing any of these tests just means death.

his mental health is declining during the ten years he's overseeing his dream. he's a lot more sassy, unhinged when it comes to people (monkeys), and has nasty mood swings when dealing with them. he has no patience for disobedience, for his rulings being questioned, for people coming up to him in casual mannerisms. his disgust grows stronger each day, but he never makes his family reciprocate his ill feelings. miguel isn't the only one to notice suguru's mental decline, but they've established a solid relationship, and miguel wants to see everything through to the end

while he doesn't hold these grudges against other shamans, he does hold any that plot against and attack his family in contempt. coming after him is fine; he may even try to recruit them lol

during this time is when he met naraku. they started off with a business-like relationship with a strict understanding that both could very well betray the other. naraku was to help suguru with his plan while suguru helped to find the scattered cursed objects known as the shikon jewel shards. what he didn't know is that naraku already had a bunch found, and what naraku doesn't know is that suguru had every intention of devouring him once the jewel was complete and naraku turned into a stronger curse

their relationship started to slowly turn a bit more ambiguous. naraku is a curse born from ages long past with knowledge that's faded and been lost to time, and suguru was willing to accomodate him for this knowledge. he let naraku eat curses that suguru had been fattening up, let him eat the money collecting monkeys that were drained dry, etc etc. neither of them fell in love with each other, but they both enjoyed this dangerous game of toeing the thin line of enemies to confidants

they are both manipulative to the other, however suguru thinks he has more control when he really doesn't. this works out in naraku's favor as he starts realizing how fractured suguru's mind really is, and works on breaking it more. suguru being self-destructive, starts to pick up on these poisonous seeds that naraku has been planting closer to his death, in which it doesn't matter anymore

[smol-grey-tea]

For the ask game thingie: top 5 fictional characters? From any media, or if that is too broad, you can choose a specific piece of media!! :)

First of all thank you for sending ask 😎 second of all, you have been warned, this post is incredibly long and infodumpy.

I was going to include other media but as I started I just got more and more invested in Nameless

If you don't know who these characters are or where they're from I'll take this post to strongly recommend checking out the otome visual novel Nameless the One Thing You Must Recall, made by a collaboration between dating sim company Cheritz and ball joint doll company Crobi Doll. You can play the demo(?) or buy the full game on Steam or watch a variety of play throughs available on YouTube but since this post is about the characters instead of the game I will stick to just that- this is my main blog and therefore spam blog but it is first and foremost a Nameless blog ;)

This is long so I'll put it under the cut ^^

Up first of all is him, the one, the only, the man, the myth, the legend, the hero of the hour: Red from Nameless the One Thing You Must Recall :) could anyone have possibly predicted this? /s

He is the character ever, I will not apologise. He is the perfect man. He is everything I am and aspire to be. Number one himbo and most precious being in existence. My bpd bestie and husband, til death do us part.

I cannot possibly relate to him or his struggles anymore than I already do, he is so fucking unbelievably underrated in what little fandom this game has, he deserves so much more. He literally just does his best and never does anything wrong and the very little he does do wrong he sincerely apologises for and never does again ❤

He is the knight in shining armor who tries constantly to achieve an impossible goal because he believes himself worthless otherwise and slowly comes to realise that all he needs to do is stay right by Eri's side to be enough because, in her words "you are great as you are right now", a quote I will never forget

Coming up next-

It's her. The her of the game ever. It's Eri.

She is the main character, she is literally me.

I think her character especially is such a good protagonist for a game like Nameless cuz I also appreciate just how fleshed out she is, with her relationships - to her grandpa, her parents, Nameless (the character), her friends and the dolls - especially with how she holds every single one of them so dear to her.

Nameless' such strong themes of abandonment and grief are shown in her character really well cuz for some of the dolls their reactions to their own abandonment can be sort of abnormal or extreme (ex. Tei, Nameless), but I think Eri's reaction is so so human and childish (in a good way) cuz it's almost like she never grows up because of it. Her parents work overseas so her grandfather looked after her until he passed away and she began to just live on her own in his apartment. Her parents very rarely ever visited and she struggled to make friends so she only has 2, so as she grew and learned how to live on her own she developed a hobby of collecting ball joint dolls from the company Crobi Doll which makes dolls with souls so they feel alive.

She deals with the abandonment of her parents and the loss of her grandfather by escaping reality with playing with her dolls and dressing them up but I think another way she copes with it of note is how she doesn't ask for help when she needs it cuz she doesn't wanna bother people. It's never explicitly stated in the game in comparison to how the doll's issues are so explicit but you can definitely infer that how she learned not to ask for her parents to give attention to her cuz she didn't wanna bother them bled into her future interactions with ppl and not asking for help when it's needed. The wording of that feels incoherent but I hope the point gets across??

Anyway I love her so much, I hope you can tell 😅

In third place I have selected the Ice Prince, Lance :)

He's pretty funny. Lol.

Ok but I really really love how good of an introduction he is to the game. There isn't a set order to play all of the routes in but the recommended order is: Lance -> Yeonho -> Yuri -> Tei -> Red -> Nameless. With the themes of not only grief and abandonment but the empathy/connection to inanimate objects, his route really really compliments those themes well, especially in the chapter in which he and Eri search for her lost phone and especially his rain scene.

His route as a whole is quite sweet, his growth is very cute and the end to the festival scene is absolutely hucking filarious. Ooh and I love his relationship with Red and how they compliment each other so well but are in constant competition at the same time. I feel like they would be the stars of a romcom or something, I would love to see some kind of dlc or spinoff which solely focuses on them trying to tolerate being roommates with each other 😂😂

In fourth place I am choosing Mr Yuri :3

I think out of all the other characters he's slightly misplaced? I've played the game over multiple times and his route still confuses me a bit since I'm not really sure what struggles his character arch is supposed to be a comments of. He's a bit of a difficult character to read and he can even come off as quite unlikeable because of his flirty and carefree attitude but despite all of the confusion I really can't help but love him and his route - I can do nothing but find it incredibly sweet and cute :)

Out of the whole game my favourite scene is the one pictured above, his rain scene. I love how different it is to Lance and Yeonho's rain scenes because theirs revolved around Eri rushing to find them in the rain and comfort them thru whatever they were dealing with, but Yuri's rain scene involves Eri rushing to save him from the rain only to find that he is warm and dry and calmly playing the piano whilst Eri is the one who needs comforting after being in the cold and storm.

He's very flirtatious and boasts about how much women love him and he loves them in return but Eri learns that he's actually quite an empty person who only gives back as much love as he is given from others. He lacks the understanding of sincerity because he is so used to giving love only to be polite and so is overwhelmed upon realising his sincere feelings for Eri.

I suppose on further inspection he's more like a person who surrounds themself with fake and shallow love to feel whole whilst lacking any deep true connections and understanding of other people? He understands love through flattery and money instead of the intimacy of personal connection.

Because of this I think that the title of Red's opposite is less fitting of Lance as it is Yuri to be honest. Lance is too similar to Red to be his true opposite, they're only opposite on the outside. Red is someone who doesn't particularly understand empty love like that, he is someone who only understand sincerity, whose character is defined by his unabashed and unapologetic empathy.

Also I love him cuz he's funny. For a competition on the funniest Nameless character he is up there. Seriously.

In last place it's kind of tie between Soi and Shinbi.

^ edit by @welcome-to-banjul - will reblog original post after uploading this one

It's a little bit cheating to put 2 characters into the 5th spot but okkkk they don't count as 2 different people, they are a package deal ok??? 😂😂😂

Both Soi and Shinbi so cute just look at their designs alone!! They are amazing :)

They compliment each other so well and are so supportive of Eri it's adorable. I especially love their interactions at the end of Lance's route when Eri finally gets the courage to share with them her passion for dolls and to her surprise they react so well and accept her wholeheartedly and even seem to show an interest in it themselves :)

They're both really nice palette cleansers from the insanity and depression of the boys' routes as the majority of their scenes are very lighthearted and wholesome as well as hilarious especially around exam time. Soi's over the top dramatic reactions blend really well with Shinbi's cool and calm attitude. Did you know Shinbi's name can translate to mystery? Quite fitting for her :)

One thing though that I don't like about them is that I wished they played a bit more of a role in the story and although they do serve more purpose in Red and Tei's routes I wish their roles were more positive than conflicting. Plus I wish that Shinbi played more of a role too. And!!! They were done so dirty when Yujin of all people was given a dlc but for Soi and Shinbi??? Nothing!!! Come on!!! >:(

And. You cannot convince me that they aren't in some kind of relationship. Romantic, platonic or what, I don't know, but I do know for sure that those two share everything with each other and I have a relationship more intimate than a married couple.

Thank you so much for sending the ask!! ^^ I really appreciate it and I hope you enjoyed the word vomit 😅 I shall end this with a poll

[ibelieveinghost]

7/20/24

more hot and humid days. stayed in and basically blocked everything out + read fanfic last night... i feel better now. less drained. gosh, it's all moving so fast now. hope i'm getting better at navigating madness like this. i am. ain't i?

had a meeting with my future boss/who feels like a friend now yesterday. was very pleasant and uplifting in a way, haha. i think i'll enjoy working at that new position! a lot to be learned! right now i kinda need to continue working on my Japanese. and learn to pace myself better and not burning out too soon/too often. that might be the biggest challenge! but yeah, challenges. those are what i live for haha

anyway! gotta keep going. gotta figure it out along the way!

since i haven't been posting any photos at all i am going to throw in a few. oh they are gonna be so random lol my photo feed has been chaotic as hell lately

（view from our hotel room window at shodoshima)

(slowly putting my room together/50% done. just built my bed today, rearranged a bit, and waiting on my old desk to be picked up and delivered. everything should be in place by the end of month. loving how it's turned out so far)

(house warming gift my mom got me during the trip!!!)

(my growing pin collection)

(this train)

(this mall/train station complex thing. i fell so hard for it)

(green❤）

(yea we boarded this completely by accident and needless to say i was very excited that day haha)

(and like what are the chances of accidentally boarding another super cool limited express train that only runs a couple of times a day???)

(prob my 20th time visiting Yokohama lol. now that i live so much closer i can see it happen even more often)

still got a lot more but i'll stop for now:)

[siffrins-therapist]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

🥺🥺🥹 Thank you! ❣️

Cinder-Maddie Ame/nyoCan. It's a Cinderella retelling, and Maddie sneaks away to a masquerade ball being held at the palace. There, she meets a gentleman who seems to be growing more concerned about her wellbeing me more Maddie mentions her family.

Their Little Agreement canonverse Can/Ame. I don't write canonverse much, but this was fun, and I really like the vibe I got, Alfred struggling with his Puritan upbringing but choosing fun and indulgence is how I like portraying him in the rare instances I'm not writing an AU lmao

Specifically chapter 7 of this ger/ita collection. It's based on an old RP that never got finished, but I still really like the idea, and Omegaverse is fun to play with. I'm not always sure how well I'm writing Feliciano, but I really like how I wrote him in this, and it's just mostly fluffy sweetness with some mild angst (but not lingered on).

This is Why We Sing Anyway Pru/nyoGer. There's only 1 chapter up so far and it's on hiatus for now, but I still love this AU 💞💞💞 Spiritfarer helped me alot when something happened that I don't want to post about here. I haven't been able to play lately, but I love it so much and loved thinking of Monika taking up the responsibility of being a new spiritfarer and all the people from her life seeing her again, while Monika slowly pieces together what her life had been like 💗💗

Will You Catch Me This Time? Pru/Ger. Okay, this fic ia kinda my baby, ngl. Monika inherited a condition from her dad that makes it so she turns into a man (Ludwig) every night and becomes a woman again during the day. She's been struggling keeping a job and friends because of it, so when her brother Gilbert offers her one at his company, she agrees. I've changed the outline to this fic like 5 times now, and I'm still not 100% on how it'll end, but I love all the drama, Monika slowly coming out to more people, losing and gaining friendships and getting reacquainted with her brother, who almost feels like a stranger at first since they'd lost touch for so long.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hello! I saw you opened requests... May I ask for a female character x Tommy Shelby?

Here's the plot: the protagonist wants to kill him cause he's responsible of her brother's death. She knows he's vulnerable due to Grace's death and she gets close to him taking advantage on his need to have someone beside. A night of love is the perfect moment in which she can carry out her plan, having him alone, disarmed and off guard.. (So NSFW is perfectly ok 😝)

Whether she ends up killing him or not is up to you 🍷 surprise me ✨

I'd just like to have the female protagonist on the "dominant" part. Like... In the show Tom is always the one who wants everything under his supreme control and many fics depict him as such ... Well, he gives me totally opposite vibes, if you know what I mean 😂

That's all ✨ I'm looking forward to reading this! ❤

This was a super fun request!!!! I hope I got what you mean..... I tried really hard. Honestly kind of a slut for sub Tommy. Never thought about it before- but - I might be in love.

Any way because I'm such a softy I made two ending options.... I'll let you all decide which one I was more into ;)

Warnings: dealing with loss, murder, gang type stuff, seduction with bad intentions, sex, oral sex fem receiving, orgasms, kinda kinky, hopefully hot

Eventually the moment he was dreading was clear in view. The large house came into sight making his stomach turn violently. As if sensing it Charlie started to kick up a fuss. His little cries for his mother doing nothing to settle the pain in his chest. 

Grace was dead. This house was horrible. Charlie seemed to loudly agree in his own way. So why did he come back? 

Appearances mostly. He needed to get his feet back on the ground and settle the situation. The Russians had a tight rope around his neck, if only they would pull a little tighter. The Italians were waiting in the shadows like hungry wolves. 

Charlie’s pudgy little hand tugged on the white collar of his shirt making him hate himself for thinking such things. 

He got Charlie settled back into the house, envious of the sleeping child next to him. He had no idea when the next time he would be able to rest. 

There was a lot of work to be done. 

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Readers POV

Growing up in a mob family was not what most people expected. Your brothers carried an unhealthy amount of pressure, while you were completely ignored.

The Shelby - Italian feud had carefully made its way to your family. Your youngest brother was to prove himself to the family & organization by killing the ever annoying Thomas Shelby. Not a simple task by any means. 

You wished it was you that pulled the trigger, you wouldn't have missed. The aftermath of Grace Shelby’s body crumpling to the floor left you with two dead brothers, and an engagement to a man you hated. They fought hard to get out but it was no use. He went for a grand shooting in the middle of the room, your other brother's attempt to get him out was useless. Your stomach twisted as you knew taking a shot like that was a suicide attempt… Maybe this was his way out of the family business. Tears stung your eyes and you shook your head, surely he wouldn't have left the consequences on his siblings? 

You felt trapped by this grief, maddened by it. The way everyone reacted, especially your father, started a mass unraveling of your whole life. You became buried under harsh realizations and questions on how you were raised. Everything started to evaporate once they were dead, leaving you with a drive to fix the unfixable. You knew that there was no way out of your life's path, yet your mind was determined, spinning in blood lust. 

You laid in bed as the cool summer air caressed your skin. Mind engulfed by every bit of information you had collected about what had happened. The cocky smiles of their faces the last time you saw them slowly fading, replaced by the heavier, more traumatizing memory of their broken bodies being returned to your family. 

The rest of the crime families your father associated with thought it pathetic, and embarrassing. Out of shame or fear from the Shelby family, people started to try and back away from your father. This meant you were requested to marry into the Changretta family. You were given the task to clear the family name, strengthen bonds, bring the business back, all well someone else got to destroy Thomas Shelby….

A plan had started to form in the absence of sleep. They were your brothers, it was your family given the task, naturally it should be you to complete the task. If you could kill Thomas your family's reputation would be restored earning you enough praise to slip out of the unwanted marriage. Not to mention they would surely benefit from the division of the Shelby estate. 

You drape yourself in black fabric and sit in church everyday. Asking for forgiveness, asking for a direction forward. More than revenge, you wanted a way to escape all this life. Killing Thomas just seemed like the best way forward. Looking at the statue of Mother Mary in front of you, her eyes filled with something you’d never felt. You wanted her to tell you what to do. 

No clouds in the sky broke, sending a beam of light into the room. No one descended from the sky. No messages fluttering from the grand ceiling. 

Instead a group of girls sat in the back of the church attempting to speak in hushed whispers. You were annoyed at first, until you recognised one of the voices to be Ruth Berryman, a known friend of Ada Shelby. You listened as she described the family's peculiar way of grieving the loss of Grace. How Thomas had disappeared and would be returning to the public eye in a charity event hosted at his house. She went on to speculate that he’d hidden himself away to drown in women and opium. 

You didn't have any opium, but you were remarkably pretty when you wanted to be… All you needed to do was dress up and sneak in, then get Thomas alone.

A silence fell over the space as Elizabeth Gray made an entrance. You pulled your scarf around your head a little tighter as you watched her slender frame fall into a seat. She looked exhausted, you felt a strange sense of sadness for her. The image of your brothers flashing in your mind pushed that feeling down until it was unreachable. 

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Your parents were more distant than ever, no one noticed you plotting away in your bedroom. As long as you were on top of your wedding planning no one paid you any notice. The loneliness started to seep into your bones again, making you feel weighed down. You poured another cup of coffee trying to shake the feeling off. Everyone would see you clearly once this was over…

The night of the event had come around. You had an entrance secured and a clear exit plan. 

You looked over your body in the gold framed mirror. The fabric rested heavily on your curves. You would never normally wear anything like this, and you couldn't escape the powerful feeling it gave you. Your body was displayed in a way that was elegant while also being undeniably sexy. You pinned your dark hair up and did your make up. 

You’d never seduced anyone before but looking over your final look you felt it shouldn't be too hard.

You pulled up to the large house, leaving your car down by the road. You were late enough that no cars were pulling up the drive to notice your descent on the house. Your long black wool coat covered you from chin to ankle, making you look a part of the woven night. 

You made your entrance under a fake name and joined the mess without anyone thinking twice about you. 

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Tommy POV

He wished that this event had been unnecessary. The effort it took to stand about moving from conversation to conversation was almost unbearable. His bones were on fire, head pounding, all he could do was pour more whiskey and hoped it would take the edge off. The night dragged on, until a woman caught his eye. 

She was tall, wrapped in a tight red dress, and had a look in her eye. The room seemed to be swallowed by her presence, the light bending to wrap around her. Her dark eyes held a gaze that made it hard to breathe. She walked over to him like this was her house, tall and proud, despite not being invited. 

“Mr. Shelby.” Her voice floated around him like smoke. She looked content as he held the silence between them, searching her eyes for what secrets they were holding. 

“I don’t believe we’ve met?”

“Y/N L/N” She held her hand out to him. He knew she was lying but he couldn't help but the wave of desire that crashed over him and holding her slender fingers in his hand. 

They chatted for a while, no mention of Grace, or work. He met everyone of her lies and questions with honesty. He watched as his answers spun around in her eyes, she seemed conflicted, but not surprised. He wanted to impress her, but she was unmovable, like stone. She conducted the conversation, and decided which of his answers she wanted to elaborate on. 

Things started to wind down, and he regretfully had to remove himself from her presence to wrap the evening up. She showed no interest in leaving, pouring herself another glass of whiskey. 

Polly set in on him about how stupid this was, but he shrugged it off. He knew that there was something this woman wanted to say to him, he was determined to figure it out. Everything about her was weighted heavily with significance. She was here for a reason, maybe because of the Russians, maybe the Italians, but he felt it was something above business. She had nothing vicious in her eyes, there was something she wanted desperately, but it wasn't violence. 

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Readers POV 

Thomas Shelby was an interesting man. He didn't try to step on your toes, he let you lead the conversation. Never mocking, always hanging on your words. His answers were not what you expected. He wasn't what you expected. Every time you touched him you felt something bigger than grief for the first time in so long. 

Eventually he took you into his study to wait while he wished his guests well. You listened as his family loudly made their way upstairs. Stumbling and laughing on the stairs. Elizabeth Gray’s voice carried into the office as she laughed and poked fun at another Shelby woman. 

You thought about snooping around his desk but you were stopped by the picture of a woman staring back at you. 

His wife's eyes found the words in the back of your head and twisted them painfully. She was dead, and the sadness in him was still very visible to someone who was grieving just the same. Dead at the hands of your brother. He flashed before you and you started to feel sick. 

It was either this or be married. Unfortunately your mind was already set. 

Thomas entered the room slowly, his eyes dragging over your lounging body. The couch was comfortable and the fire light only made everything seem more warm and  intimate. 

“Sit with me?” It was meant to be a question but it came out more like an order. He looked at you for a moment before sitting next to you. He was so close you could feel the cold air still attached to his suit jacket. 

You didn’t want to talk anymore. It would only make this harder for you in the long run. You needed to get him out of his jacket, make sure he didn't have any weapons still on him. 

You raised your hand to brush your fingertips along the short hair on the side of his head. He closed his eyes, and leaned into your touch, your heart gave a twinge as the fire light only made him look more tired. 

You were going to fuck up if you kept this up. You dragged your hand down and tugged on his jacket, he wordlessly removed it. 

“And the vest” You whispered, there was something in his eyes that made you hate yourself. A wetness started to pool between your legs, even your own body was betraying you. 

You pulled your skirt up your thighs and moved to straddle his lap. His hands went to your hips to help settle you into place. You felt the power of sitting here on his lap, his eyes heavy as he looked at you. 

“Do you want to kiss me?” You asked in a smoky tone. His eyes flashed in a way that made you feel like gravity had increased. You were falling into him more and more.

“Yes” His tone was breathy and you wished things were different as you studied him. He was so willing to let you take charge. You liked being seen. 

He waited patiently for your mouth to reach his, he let your lips take charge, and you deepened the kiss slowly. He was breathless, cheeks flushed, his hands were digging into your hips painfully. You loved the way he clung to your body, how badly he needed you to take his pain away. 

Your hand wrapped around the side of his neck causing him to moan. You pushed his head back to rest on the top of the couch exposing the length of his pale throat. You went in for a deeper kiss, holding his neck firmly in place you—----

Option one: 

Take your other hand up to your chest and pull the small knife from between your breasts. Quickly you drag it across the skin of his neck. He gasped into your mouth as the blood started to rush down his body. You looked into his eyes and admired the love you felt. 

“Thank you” He whispered softly. You held his body while he left this earth for something better. He slipped away so peacefully you knew that it must have been more of a favor to him than anything. 

The house was quiet and you made your way to the window behind the desk and slipped away into the night peacefully. Things went back to usual in your family so you decided it was in your best interest to move on. The war got worse, Tommy's brothers took over and his Aunt was determined to destroy your family. You had the money, so you ran away, unnoticed, placing as much distance between you and Birmingham as possible.

Option Two:

You stopped suddenly. Looking over his face.

“Tell me what it is.” He whispered, pupils blown out. You knew that it would be suicide to tell him the truth. Death seemed like a friend you would greet with open arms. Your vision was filled with the photo on his desk, his wife. His dead wife. The smaller photos of a little boy. Eyes bright, motherless. You pressed your head against his and took a shaky breath. 

“My brother - I - I came here to kill you.” You watched how his face didn't change. Stayed just as relaxed and calm. 

“What have you decided then?” He asked like he was asking if it was raining. You knew a part of him wishes you would go through with it, just like there was a part of you that would be more than happy to die at his hand. 

“I can’t do it.” You said feeling a weight lift off of you. 

“Why not?” His eyes were back in focus now searching you. 

“You feel different -” You couldn't explain it. He was different and it was intoxicating. “And you have a kid upstairs.” You shook your head. You would either die right here, or you would go home to die everyday beside your husband. Either way you’d finally made your choice. 

His big hands ran along your body and you could see him weighing his options carefully. 

“Be a shame if either of us died without fucking first eh?” 

You nodded at his crude words and your mouths met again instantly. 

You both fought for control at first, ripping each other's clothes off, hands groping frantically. You ended up falling off the couch landing flat on your back. The texture of the carpet was surprisingly soft and the heat from the fire kept you comfortable. He parted your legs, leaning down towards you. You gripped a handful of the longer hair at the top of his head and used all your strength to push his head where you wanted it. He let out a deep moan as you pressed his face into your hot flesh. He submitted entirely and ate you out like he was starved. Tongue caressing you coupled with the sharp suction created by his mouth had you writhing. 

“Ah yes. So good. Fuck -Tom” Your words came spiraling out of you as he worked you over. His eyes flashed up at you with a different kind of need. He wanted to make you happy, he wanted to know it made you happy. 

You were getting close, but you wanted to cum around him. You pushed his face off and he got up on his knees, heavy cock standing proudly. You wrapped your slender finger around him, the walls off your pussy fluttering at the size of him. God he was going to destroy you. You could see he was about to lose his patience with your hand, you were naked and strung out. It was his time to take charge. 

“Are you ready?” You asked him, tightening your grip on him, you wanted to push him further. 

“Yes” He moved toward you but you only squeezed him further causing him to moan. 

“See if I’m ready” You whispered into his ear like it was a dirty secret. You felt his fingers push into you slowly and his head dropped to rest on your shoulder. You let out a moan when his fingers rubbed against the spot you needed him the most. 

“Feels so good, so good at stretching me open” You whisper, feeling his jaw clench against your neck. You wanted to see his face but wouldn't push him. You had no idea what you were doing or why it felt this good. 

“Feel how wet you made me?” He let out a deep groan and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. 

“You think I'm wet enough?” 

“Yes” He answered out of breath. 

“Are you sure? You're so big” 

“Fuck - Yes” He was so far gone and you’d barley touched him. You were fairly confident that you could make him cum just like this, and it would still be the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. 

“You want to fuck me now?” You pulled his cock against your wet folds causing him to make a small strangled noise. 

You took that as the answer it was, lining the head of his cock up with your wet entrance you guided his hips forward. You expected him to take over, rip through you to find his release, take his revenge. Instead he followed the wordless directions of the hand you had placed on his hip. This time it was your turn to groan. He stretched you out so slowly, soon you were at your limit. Taking all of him was a beautiful and painful task. Guiding him to pull out and slowly move back in pleasure won over the pain and your hips moved to meet his shallow thrust.

“God, you fill me so well” You felt his body melt under the praise. You guided his hips in and out of you slowly feeling yourself slip away. The pace got quicker gradually and eventually he was fucking you with a stregth that ruined you for anyone else. 

There was only so much you could take before you demanded he touch you. His thumb circled your clit, his body pushing you somewhere it hadn't been before.

“Please, dont stop - Tom - Ah - youre going to make me cum - fuck baby make me cum” Words spiraled out of your moth and he drank each one of them down. Fucking you harder, he took you over the edge, your body swallowing him. Walls rhythmically contracting pull him over the edge spilling inside you. He rode both of the orgasms out before collapsing on you. Your arms held him tightly, not wanting him or the feeling inside you to go. 

He broke your hold and held himself above you. His hand came up to caress the side of your neck and you took one last look of his blue eyes before closing your own. You tilted your chin up exposing his neck. You waited for his other hand to embrace your neck, for him to take your life. 

“Promise you won’t bring harm to me or my family.” 

Your eyes flew open and met his gaze. “I promise” He gave you a nod then pulled out of you slowly. His mouth moved to suck a deep mark into your throat before he pushed himself back inside you. After pulling another orgasm from you he cleaned the both of you up. 

“What are your plans for next friday?” He asked as you both sat on the floor in front of the couch. You were sipping whiskey and smoking cigarettes unsure of what to make of the situation that just happened. 

“I’m supposed to be getting married.” 

“For business or love?” 

“Business, my brothers couldn't kill you and that led to a lot of problems.” 

His face twisted briefly remembering the problems it caused him as well. He was quiet and you felt yourself yearning to apologize. 

“We both lost a lot because of this. I don't even know who started all of  it but I’d like to end it. Leave all of it, everyone and thing behind if I could” He studied you carefully before lighting another cigarette. 

“How bout I make a counter offer then?” His words hit you like a truck. Surely he couldn't be serious. 

“I’ll marry you. Take the territory that would have been handed down to your brothers. In return you can do what you like within reason and the fighting stops.”

You thought about it for a long moment. You thought about all the plans everyone was making, how much destruction was about to move into action.  

“Can I do what I like to you?”You asked in a cheeky tone, desperate to stop thinking about everything. You watched his gaze get hungry. 

“Most certainly” 

“I won't share you. With anyone, ever” The words were out of your mouth before you realized what you said. He may not love you, this may be for business, but the thought of someone else touching him and having him like that caused your blood to boil.

“Somehow I don't think that will be a problem” The corner of his mouth pulled up into a ghostly smile. 

You clink your glasses together and fell back into a comfortable silence, your head resting on his shoulder. 

___

They did get married, it was a business deal that ended the feuding. (Saving John) 

She freaks out about how to look after Charlie because her parents were so distant towards her growing up that she has no idea what to do. Polly and her bond over this. Charlie almost immediately gets attached to her. Eventually she proves herself to the rest of the family. 

She takes good care of Tommy, giving him someone to trust. But she's very opinionated and they fight a lot. Its explosive and usually ends with them fucking against any surface. She just wants the family to be protected and doesn't like taking big risks. So they balance each other out a little. Tommy’s calm and she’s so tired of being calm that the first chance she gets to lay into someone she takes it. 

The first time she had to kill someone it was to protect Charlie. She broke down after the situation because she almost did that to Tommy. Everything she had now - a family that loved her and respected her, a husband that paid attention / was kind to her, a little boy that called her mum and ran to her every time he was scared - She got all of that from Tommy - He has to hold her for hours before she calms down. That's when they realize that they really love each other.

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[howl-fantasies]

Very special talent

A/N - So! Since I'm back from the dead, let's work here on this lovely request sent by @flaysthings : "Is there anyway you can do another Oswald x assassin/hitwoman reader?? Yet more in the romantic side? You can do whatever you want, but can the reader be the more dominant one? It doesn't have to be smut, but reader is just more in control 😅"

In this OS, the reader is not in relationship with Victor. She’s Oswald’s trusted hitwoman and work alongside Zsasz from time to time, but that’s it. I didn’t wrote smut here, I was on a fluff spree but kept the reader being the more dominant one, Oswald being the cute simp and dork we all know and like ❤

I hope you’ll like it :). 

Warning : bad words, mention of violence, torture, Gotham - yeah it’s a warning in a way 🤷‍♀️ - English mistakes, it’s not my first language, I’m working on it. 

Word count : 2,505

“Excuse me, come again?” Asked the standing woman, her bored tone betrayed nothing of her surprise if she had any. Seated just in front of her on a crate in the back of Fish’s ex club, Penguin sighed with his face in his hands. 

His shoulders were pretty tensed and she could clearly see his growing distress, just looking at how he rubbed his hands on his forehead. 

“I said, Fish escaped! Pay more attention Y/N! Victor called this morning to inform me. And since Butch didn’t come to work today, I suppose he was the one who broke her free!” He snapped, only to see her blink, not bothered the slightest by his terrible mood. 

He was truly amazed by her capacity to stay calm when he yelled, threaten or break everything around him. Like she always did, she just stay silent and wait for him to collect himself, her eyes now looking absentmindedly at something on his left, indicating she was somewhere in her beautifully complex mind, maybe analysing what he told her and how to act knowing Fish Mooney would probably be somewhere, plotting something against him. 

She had to blink a few times when Oswald’s fingers snapped a few centimeters away from her face and focused on him again. “Happy to see you back, my dear. Care to share what took you away from our current major crisis?” Asked Cobblepot harshly, not really liking to be the only one to panic right now. She couldn’t help herself and chuckled a bit seeing his frustration taking the best of him. 

“Relax, Oswald. The mean Fish isn’t behind you pointing a gun on the back of your head”, She chuckled again and didn’t resist the need to tease the little man in front of her who jolted like the thunder had just stroke him and glared at her, seeming ready to behead her with a broken glass bottle. 

“Relax? RELAX? Are you losing it Y/N?!” He asked, making a disbelieving face, like he was at this very moment questioning her sanity. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO RELAX WHEN FISH IS PLANNING TO KILL ME WITH ONE OF MY CLOSEST GOON, WOMAN?!” He yelled so loud she could see the walls shake. 

Y/N sighed deeply and suddenly put her hands on his shoulders to stop his ranting and furious movements. “Enough.” She demanded in a very cold voice, which surprised him so much he froze. Never before the woman talked to him like this. 

She also rarely touched him. His astonishment reached another level though, when he felt her hands move from his shoulders to both of his cheeks, holding his face so she was able to look him straight in the eyes.

“Oswald.” She spoke in a commanding tone. He only gulped, too shocked to answer and not really sure about what to say or how to act with the woman’s face now very close to his. His blue eyes, couldn’t help but note the intensity of the e/c one pinning him on his spot. 

“I said, relax.” She continued. “Fish doesn’t have any ally in town right now. She can’t do anything for the moment. And since she’s an intelligent woman, she will try to flee far away from the city to wait until things cool down.” She slowly nodded, as an encouragement for him to do the same. Which he did. She had a point. 

“Now Butch, said the woman, isn’t really a problem. Victor told me a bit about how he conditioned his mind last time. Since he’s good at what he does, I think Butch would still be obliged to obey you. So you’ll just have to order him to do something conflicting, like killing that bitch, and he would be struggling between his loyalty to you and her. He would be literally unable to do anything. Isn’t it great?” She beamed. 

This piece of information made him frown a bit. “I don’t know if I should be glad or highly disturb by the fact that Victor and you talked about torture as if you were chatting about the weather...” He muttered, making her shrug a bit. 

“Well just be grateful I could stomach it and learnt a possibly valuable thing”, She sighed, slowly moving away from him and making him regret the warmth of her hands and the comforting effect they had on him. 

He would never tell the hitwoman, but her cool-tempered personality always helped him to calm down and focus his sharp mind on the next steps of their survival instead of throwing the china all around the room. Yes, THEIR survival. 

He would never tell her that too, but he she was one of the few he could really trust to have his back, maybe the closest he had to a friend with Ed and sometimes Jim. 

Even if Y/N and Oswald’s official collaboration started a few months ago when Carmine Falcone asked her to be his personal body guard, assassin or whatever he wanted, they already met and had the occasion to work together, her being the Godfather’s emissary to collect informations about Maroni, Fish and Nikolaï from him. 

Contrary to the three of them, she always was polite with him, really was interested in his answer when she asked him how he was feeling, being a double...triple...quadruple? agent and even a few times offered him her help if he needed it. 

When he asked her if Carmine was the reason why she was so “kind” - as much as one could ever be in a city like good old Gotham -, she grinned sadistically before laughing, pretty hard at that.

He took offense, he remembered, but she explained him her generosity wasn’t because of Falcone. In fact, she talked about three reasons she had to act like she did with him. 

First, she knew what game he was playing with the main underworld’s protagonists, and thought he played it remarkably well knowing the constant poor hand he seemed to have. 

Second, because she saw the pure intelligence he tried to hide behind his weak reactions and persona. “Don’t get me wrong, without the element of surprise, you would be dead in a fight.” She said. “I know it but more importantly, you’re clever enough to know it too, Mr Cobblepot, I respect you greatly for that. And since you’re aware surprise is one of your best weapons, you always find a way to create one with this brilliant mind of yours, it’s a very special talent you have here.” 

If he was a flustered mess after her praise, he definitely created a very new shade of red when came her final reason : “I don’t know why and can’t really explain it but I seem to have a soft spot for you, my dear.” He wasn’t able to articulate an intelligible word for a long time after her absolutely illogical last explanation. 

Oswald wasn’t stupid, he knew pretty well good looking women like this one wouldn’t really want to flirt with him. He wasn’t strikingly beautiful, didn’t have tons of money to woo them with, like he suspected Carmine did with that Liza girl at first, before investigating her case, and didn’t have that much power at this time. So hearing someone as Y/N saying she had a soft spot for him confused him beyond measure.

Fingers snapped in front of his face brought him back to present. “Welcome back boss, care to share what took you far away from our major crisis?” She mocked with a mischievous grin when she saw him paying attention again. Oswald perfectly felt his cheeks starting to burn in embarrassment as well as his ears and his neck. 

He had to clear his throat once to be sure his voice wouldn’t fail him and make him more ridiculous in front of the woman, who spoke again. “Someone was thinking about something inappropriate or are you simply catching a cold with your sorry ass seated on a poor crate in the back of your brand new HQ?” She teased, looming a bit and worsening his flustered state. 

“Dont use those foul words Y/N! it’s not ladylike!” He snapped, jumping on the scolding excuse to avoid having to explain where his thoughts drove him a minute ago. “But you have a point here, ma chère, I’m not going to stay prostrated here waiting for everything I work so hard to have to collapse because of Fish and Butch escape.” He said while gritting his teeth. 

In a second, he was on his feet, grabbing her hand  without even realizing it, and pull her out of the room until they reached the main office of the club. Now, he had to think and fast, to be able to secure his new position and ensure Fish ex men wouldn’t try to turn against him when they would hear Falcone lost her. 

He limped to the huge leather armchair and graciously sat on it, one of his hand curled in a fist under his chin while the fingers of the other rhythmically tapped on the polished wooden desk in front of him. 

Next to him, on his right, she was standing, waiting patiently for the inevitable to come : “Y/N.” He called, after ten good minutes, turning slowly to be able to look at her properly. 

She didn’t answer but was attentive, he could tell, judging by how her body slightly leaned towards him. “Go find all Fish’s ex allies, make sure they’ll stay loyal to me. I trust you to make an offer they can’t refuse.” He said with a cunning and vicious grin growing on his face. 

She mimicked him, her answer only being the clicking sound of the security of her gun being lifted and a little mocking reverence. As she was turning away, she had to stop when he spoke again. “And Y/N. I want regular updates of your progress on this task, don’t you dare missing a text or a call”, he threatened. 

His demand was a first. Oftentimes, he just ordered and knew she would obey and succeed. His sudden paranoia earned him a raised brow from her, then a sadistic grin and a low “Worrying for me boss? Aren’t you the cutest?” She couldn’t help but tease. 

Though, her jest didn’t make him blush and screech like an angry bird as it would usually do. Instead, Cobblepot piercing blue eyes found hers, their intensity surprising her. “It’s the two of us now, Y/N. Fish, Maroni, even Falcone, they are all waiting for a false move from us to annihilate us.” He said in a low tone. 

She nodded once. “I know, Oswald. But they’ll have to beat me first if they want to reach you. Even Falcone. I told you once, I perfectly know what throne you are aiming in this little game of yours, and I decided to join your side. 

“No threat from Maroni, no plot from Fish and no order from Falcone would make me change my mind. At this point, not even Zsasz’s conditioning could. I said I would protect and help you and I will. Until you or I die, which would be pretty difficult to achieve to be honest, I’ll follow you, so don’t worry too much.”

He didn’t move, or blush, or even talk for a long minute, but she could tell he had something more to add from the way his lips were moving. “Please, Y/N”, He finally spoke, his voice now weaker and his eyes glassier, “don’t do anything reckless.” He pleaded. 

“Don’t die on me and let me alone in this beautiful but cruel city, you’re one of my most precious friend and I can’t stand the mere idea of walking in the dark all alone.” He muttered, now looking at his hands. 

She was stunned. He absolutely took her off guard. If she usually couldn’t stand whiny, clingy and too emotional people, it never bothered her when it was Oswald. 

Y/N blinked a bit and finally sighed deeply, walking back to him, still watching his limbs like the dork she knew he was. 

The man nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt one of her warm hands on his left shoulder, the other stroking his right cheek. And he nearly died when he saw her lean towards his face until her lips touched his left cheek. 

He loudly gasped and by reflex, turned his head to be able to face the reason of his surprise, only for his nose to bump against hers and his eyes to open widely noticing the close proximity of their faces.

“Careful now Os, I don’t think you’re ready to take the next step here”, She purred a bit mockingly but with one of her rare soft smiles. He wasn’t, indeed. God, He wasn’t even able to describe what happened a second before and what was happening inside of his twisted head. 

Though, he was perfectly able to describe how his heart skipped a beat when she moved up a bit to be able to kiss the tip of his nose. “Maybe another day, uh? Got some potential foes to deal with” She teased again, slowly moving away from him but never breaking eye contact, enjoying how his entire face was now bright red way too much. 

“Wha-w-why d-did y-you do-...” He stuttered like an idiot, watching her turning the door handle. She threw him a last glance with the most mesmerizing shit-eating grin he had ever seen.

“Seems like you used your very special talent on me, brilliantly taking me by surprise.” She said, leaving the room and earing a “Who took who by surprise here Y/N?!” which made her chuckle. He was really too cute for his own good.

She only took a few steps outside before feeling her phone buzzing inside of her back pocket. 

-------------------- 1 New Message ------------------

Oswald

Conversation isn’t over, Y/N. 

...

Be careful outside. 

... 

Again don’t do anything reckless.

...

Call me if things go south. 

... 

Or Jim if I can’t answer. 

... 

But I will. 

... 

I’ll find a doctor. Just in case you’re injured. 

... 

Come back as soon as you finish. 

--

Y/N 

Aren’t you the most lovely gem? ❤

...

Should be back for your goodnight kiss. If not, morning kisses then. Take care 😘

------------ End of message -------

She chuckled imagining the poor man all flustered in his office, with his red face held between his hands, throwing all the proper insults he knew at her. Well, she always liked a good challenge. 

And Oswald Cobblepot oblivious and stubborn mind was one of the most appealing she ever face. Oh and how she planned to win this one, she thought as a crooked grin she couldn’t control bloomed on her face. He was just too adorable for his own good. 

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A/N - I hope you liked it! Have a beautiful day/night my dear and take care 💐🥰

[the-slasher-files]

hiiii bree! hope you're doing well. as you know, i'm v much in love with your collector!arkin and have a request for him whenever you get the chance! (no rush at all of course)

maybe something where s/o reader is trying to come to terms with the business but not fully accepting it yet? maybe if you want to take it in an nsfw direction, a situation where they get into an argument over it and it leads to a hatefuck/makeup sex (whatever you see fit for your interest!! i'd love to leave that up to you honestly =w=)

tysm in advance. lots and lots of love from @pharmacykeys' main 🐾 ❤🐾

HI! Sorry for taking sooooo long with this! I hope this will be worth your wait. This gets into possessive and rough sex that I never really thought of with Arkin before but I love it... Hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST - REWIRED SERIES

MAKE IT HURT - REWIRED PT 3

"Arkin?"

Your voice was faint as you called his name, only covered in one of his old band t-shirts and simple underwear where his remnants pooled from just an hour ago of being tangled in the sheets.

"Where... where are you headed?" Another broken question rolled off your tongue. You knew the answer but you denied it, covering it up like rotted roots.

Just standing in the bedroom doorway you walked forward uneasy in the evening blue light, watching the man that was forever changed. He wore the same flesh, but the insides were being eaten away slowly and constantly. Arkin didn't spare a glance back at you as he grabbed his jacket and collected his keys on the entryway table.

"I'll be back in the morning" He mumbled with less than a caring thought.

It had been a year of this. Restless nights without him. Calls from people he knew asking about how he was and of course, all you could do was lie through your teeth with a smile that never met your eyes. A wound was open in your heart and you tried desperately with each day to repair it.

Arkin looked over his shoulder before he was going to turn the sliver door handle to see you with closed eyes, jaw tense and blood about to spill from your tongue as you bit it to keep sinister words at bay. A struggle so obvious within you, both lovers fighting the venom that wanted to rise but instead just festered inside. With a sharp inhale he began to stalk towards you, reaching both hands out to cup your cheeks. The warmth was still there in Arkin's hands and it still made you have the need for him all the same.

"I know, baby. I know" He lowly said, resting his forehead on yours.

"Arkin," Barely a whisper stumbled out of your lips begging for the man you fell in love with to come back and he could feel it.

"Ssshh-"

"Don't. Fucking don't!" You shook your head and roughly pulled his hands away.

The lump in your throat was constricting and there were no more words you could speak. Arkin wanted you to just accept the new him and you willed yourself to but there was only a shell left for something else to step in like a demon finding a host- A larva growing and feeding off a corpse. Furrowing your brows you waiting for that unrelenting care and protection from him like there always was but something replaced it. Something darker filled those blue eyes.

Taking a few strides back into the bedroom, he followed. Turning his head to the dresser and picking up the dark nitrile gloves with a smirk. Arkin slipped them on as your heart pounded against your ribcage, tongue darting over your bottom lip from the nerves he set on fire.

Finding your courage as you met those dark eyes your voice was brittle as you spoke, "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

You stood your ground, wanting- needing the man that was stalking towards you. "Is this not what YOU wanted? Someone to fight for you?" There was venom on his tongue that had never been there before, but truth laid strongly in those questions, it's all you wanted from him, to save whatever the fuck kind of relationship you had.

Once he stood before you, it was like Arkin read your mind. Reaching a gloved hand to grip your jaw "You're never leaving me, and I will never leave you"

There was torment behind his sinister edges, a man fighting against horrors he will never be able to release. Leaning in, lips brushed together in the thick air, his gloves shining in the low light as they collected a few tears rolling off your flushed cheeks.

"I will stalk you until your last breath" He whispered hotly watching your eyes widen but a deep need grows in the pit of your belly, "I am what you need no matter how much you hate me" Arkin hissed.

The pot boiled over and before you knew it you kissed him, kissed with your all-consuming need for your man. You missed him and he missed you. Passion exploded in rapture, lips needy, teeth hungry and tongues fought against each other as Arkin's strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Hands clawed at his back with moans and drawn-out breaths feeling your back meet the cold bedroom wall.

"Please, please fuck me" A breathy whimper sounded, feeling the bulge grow in his dark jeans that was now being pressed between your legs.

His lips moved down to assault your neck, nipping and marking you as his. A grunt of appreciation followed once your hands went down between your bodies, cupping and stroking his hard erection.

"You will always need me... always" Arkin was gruff in his words feeling your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your t-shirt and your hands release his leaking cock.

"I-I can't take it anymore. I need you" Brokenly you choked, making him pull away slightly. Tears glazed over your eyes making them shine as the moonlight began to pour in through the sheer curtains. For a brief moment, he was back to the man you fell in love with seeing the pain in your eyes and taking his gloved hand, Arkin stroked your cheek before putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

A delicate gesture was all but gone when he realized he wanted to see more of that pain in your eyes, it fed him, he latched onto it and pulled your soaked panties aside, plunging his big cock inside you without warning. Your head there back in pain and pleasure with a high-pitched cry.

"So fucking tight, my angel" He pushed through gritted teeth feeling you choke his veiny cock.

Your hands clawed and pushed against the man, disgusted yet lust-filled you pushed your hips forward. "Make it hurt, love me, Arkin"

A fight within you was as strong as it was in him too, when he was missing it broke you both. Horrors in your mind controlled you as Arkin lived the horrors. Both tangled in a trap, clawing your way out to seek some sort of normal you both craved and pretended you had. You needed to feel something again, not caring if it was love or pain, tired of the fake emotions you displayed and needing something real again.

[willowfolksong]

Christmas mornings, Fukurodani edition

- Akaashi Keiji x Reader/Bojuto Koutaro x Reader

- SFW

a/n: Thank you for all your comments and encouraging words @qualitygiantshoepsychic . You've been a great source of support, especially with my 🧣 Red Love Story Collection, and I couldn't appreciate you more. You're a wonderful beautiful person. Merry Christmas! 🎄❤

Akaashi Keiji

You wake up alone in bed, and you instantly miss Keiji's warm by your side. So you rub the sleep out of your eyes, frown at the clock that says it's already 9 a.m, and then get up to look for your husband. You stop for a moment in front of your baby's bedroom, and push the open door slightly to find it empty. You smile at your husband's antics and keep walking.

The Christmas lights shine brightly on the handrail— all blue, and green and red on your way down the stairs. Keiji must have turned them on when he woke up, and now they cast a rainbow of colors everywhere in the house.

You stop at the bottom of the stairs, taking in the sight in front of you.

Your husband of four years, still clad in the pajamas you bought for him last Christmas— a onesie with reindeers and Christmas trees— is standing in front of your own tree with your baby in his arms, pointing at every little decoration you put up and explaining softly what each of them mean. Your baby, still nine months old and very much impressed, gurgles and claps at everything Keiji shows him, adding a bit of incoherent baby info to all of them.

"And this is because your dad works for a manga shonen magazine" Keiji says, pointing at a current popular anime show ornament "I wonder if you will like reading manga when you grow up" he wonders, and rocks your son softly from side to side "I don't mind if you do, but still try to read other books too"

"We should wait to introduce him to Jane Austen tho" you say, and Keiji looks back to you, a shy smile on his face. Your baby seems immediately delighted to see you, and you walk up to them to kiss him on his chubby baby cheeks "At least... you know. Until they can actually understand what England is"

"We were just spending some father and son quality time" Keiji explains, leaning down to peck your lips "He started crying and you were sleeping so peacefully, that I just got up and went to him without calling you"

"Father of the year" you whisper, and let him hug you tight. When you lean your head on his shoulder, your little baby blinks and does the same, smiling. Your heart melts for your little family "Merry Christmas, Keiji"

"Merry Christmas"

Bokuto Koutaro

You have two little kids.

Two.

A beautiful three years old girl that loves to run around the house, and a five years old son that gets too excited about everything and anything.

And yet, the one that jumps in bed to wake you up is none other than your husband of four years, Bokuto Koutaro, professional volleyball player for the MSBY Jackals.

You yelp, sitting up and not fully registering that it's indeed him jumping up and down on the bed, excited grin on his face.

"Wake up, babe!" he yells, and shakes you down by your shoulders. You groggily look at him, yawning loudly "It's Christmas morning!"

"What time is it?" you ask, and he glances to the clock in your bedside table and then back at you, smile only growing bigger.

"It's nine in the morning!" he tells you, and jumps on top of you to kiss you full on the lips, and you don't know how he can part your lips with his tongue and leave you all hot and bothered in a second, only to immediately stand up again and run to the door. "Hurry up! The kids are downstairs already!"

It's when you feel something crash outside, and a muffled 'Sorry, mom!', that you actually drag your legs out of bed, stretch your arms over your head and slowly make your way out of your bedroom.

Sometimes, to strangers that don't know much about you, you say that you have three kids instead of one. Koutaro is, after all, still a little kid. A very bulky, tall muscular one. But still a kid inside.

"Babe! Here's your present!" he says, handing you a box that you already know what has inside, because your husband is the worst at hiding gifts "You're going to be so surprised! I can't wait to see your face!"

You smile, push your hair out of your face and sit down beside him, leaning over to kiss him. He melts in your arms, and even lets out a little moan when you move to pepper kisses behind his ear.

Until your kids start gagging, and you have to break away with an eye roll.

You kiss both of their little heads and bring them into your lap, so you can watch them closely as they open their gifts. It's most of the toys they wanted, some cute clothes for the winter, and more little trinkets and quirky souvenirs Koutaro has amassed during his travels, and waited until then to give to them.

It's all smiles and sweet words in the Bokuto's household, the smell of cinnamon and pine coating the air— the perfect picture of a beautiful family on Christmas.

Until your little boy opens his last gift.

A replica of the same t-shirt the MSBY Jackals wear.

Oh no.

"But dad!" he whines, and you're not quick enough to stop him from saying what he already said to you once during a game, and are only left to sigh, surrendering to what's to come "I don't like the MSBY Jackals! I'm a fan of the Schweiden Adlers!"

When you have to spend the rest of your Christmas morning comforting your miserable curled up in the couch husband, you realize once more that you're not too far away from the truth when you say to strangers that you have three kids instead of two.

[leagueoflegendsimagines]

Can I request some hcs about Thresh (the "old" or the "new" that came out recently at the event) in love with a human, and that human also falls in love with him after a while and becomes all cute and adorable with Thresh? Like, how would he react and feel about something like this? Ah, and I would like to say that I'm happy to have another imagines blog about league of legends and I'm excited for your posts ❤

Thank you for the request! It's greatly appreciated. Since you didn't mention what type of headcanons you wish for, I will divide them into SFW and a little bit of NSWF.

As a warning, this is a long post - I enjoy going into detail and I lose myself a little bit in the writing. I hope you don't mind, dear anon.

SFW:

- You first him by accident. Your life became... strange, after that.

- As a travelling scholar, you stopped for a few hours to rest at an inn in Noxus. Tired and weary from such surroundings, you tried your best to attract as little attention as possible. - As a student in the works of healing, you couldn't help but feel sorry for the inn worker. Bullied by everyone - even if he used to be a bad person, he touched your soul through his optimism and positive way of thinking. Many others would've ended their lives by now - or was this the way of the Noxus? You were horrified by their cruel way of living life. - You attracted him through the purity of your soul. You weren't perfect - every being had those smudges of darkness attached to them: envy, greed, lust, anger... - You had your own. But they were overwhelmed by your kindness and tenderness. - He saw them as weaknesses. Endearing traits - but weaknesses nonetheless. And how could he pass the opportunity of adding such a... frail and precious soul to his collection? - Fortunately for you, he didn't take you then. Things would've ended for you much... much differently.

- Instead, he watched you eat your meal from the outer shadows of the broad dining room, inspecting your form with greedy eyes. His curiosity only grew as he watched you try to help the cursed, hopeless man of the inn.

- You were not special. But you managed to stand out in the mass of cruel and cold people long enough to catch his attention. In some ways, that was your doom. - But are you really doomed if you grow to love your reaper? - He let you leave, no matter how tempting it was to take and cage you at that very moment. Keep you as his precious pet. - His obsession grew as time passed. He followed you around, wherever you would go. Noxus, Bilgewater, Ionia - but the doom truly manifested itself in Shurima. - You were cornered by a band of bandits - worshippers of Renekton, the bloody God of the desert. You refused to think about what they would've done to you hadn't he arrived. - You did not know what he was. What being could rip through those men in such a flawless and effortless manner?

- But despite your fear, you took his hand. And despite the instinctual terror and awe you felt in his presence, you... - You couldn't let go of him. He intoxicated you. - It wasn't only his aura. It was his way of being. Malicious but kind in his own twisted way. He protected and pampered you like no one had ever done - not even your own parents. - You tried to refuse . By this time, you were somewhat friends. He insisted on keeping close to you, as you had the same destination - you were needed in Noxus. He told you he was a lord there. As much as you felt like the best decision was to refuse him, you... didn't. You couldn't. - He was a master of seduction and manipulation. He decided he wouldn't hurt you, no matter how much his sadism wished for your blood. You warmed up his undead blood. You made him feel alive. You had never witnessed his true self, his bloodlust, his... hidden pain. For even a cruel and dark soul as him needed companionship and desired for love. - Slowly, but surely, you fell in love with him. By this time, he was obsessed. You would never know that he fell in love with you much faster than you did. You would never know the struggles he went through to become a better lover, a better partner, a better friend - something almost impossible for a being like him. But he did it for you. He didn't wish to keep you by force. He didn't wish to force you to love him. - He wanted true love from you. He wanted to see your soul burning with passion, love and desire. And he wanted to know that he was the cause of it all.

- You would never know how caged you became. He was the master of illusions. While he loved you more than anything else - more than his own twisted, wrecked soul - he was still a very dark and macabre spirit. - He cherished you more than he ever cherished anything else. He stayed up with you into the late hours of the night, a book in his hands while his gentle and elegant fingers caressed your hair. You would study harder then. You wished to impress him. And he wished to motivate you. - You were his. You would become a strong, capable woman. - He was a murderer. You were a healer. Oh, how he loved such twisted ironies. - Anything you desire, it would be yours. This is his love philosophy. You were too precious... too important to him. You would have everything waiting at your feet - no matter the cost.

NSFW-ish (doesn't go into details, but still adding this as a warning):

- Thresh is an old being. While he doesn't indulge too often in carnal desires, he has a very broad and extensive experience when it comes to sex. - In his unbound form, he is.... beautiful. Not the traditional type of beauty - but something else entirely. He told you he was in his 40s. Being in your early 20s, you knew this relationship might prove bad for you.

- But he was such an addictive and pleasant presence for you. He was incredibly intelligent - you had never caught him off guard with any type of knowledge, no matter how varied or complex - and so, so charming. He was just the type of man a mother would warn young girls about. - Luckily for you, he had good intentions. As good as anyone like him could have. Possessive and macabre, he didn't allow you to see his darker, deeper secrets. He was loyal - why would he need anyone else if he had you? - but he kept you tight under control. - You had him wrapped around your little finger, while he had your heart caged within his lantern. - It took a long time for you to become intimate with him. You felt nervous - a man such as him... and you? You possessed no past experience and you felt insecure, like many girls your age. - But it was so hard to resist temptation when he looked at you with ardent, longing eyes. His dark eyes, always crying for more. Always wanting more. - You were sure he would slowly devour your soul. But you knew that, even if he did, you wouldn't mind. - In such a situation, it was hard to resist temptation. When he was close, you could feel your feminine nature weeping. - As your love grew stronger, so did your lust. So did the tension between the two of you. He could feel your longing, your deepest desires. He could read into your soul with so little effort. But it didn't matter. You were his. And you desired him. - It was incredibly hard for him to not take you, with or without your direct consent. It would've been so easy, after all - for him to seduce you. And you would've enjoyed every little second. - But he wanted you to come to him. To give in. And Thresh didn't go easy on you for that. - Every little touch, every little brush of his fingers against your shoulders and collarbone, every little kiss... every little gaze he sent your way, be it in the intimacy of his study or at an evening ball - they destroyed you, little by little. - It all came to an end abruptly. Vladimir, curious about the pet of a strange being such as Thresh, tried to "play" with you a bit at one of the capital's grand balls. - It was an incredibly bad move on his part. That night, you truly saw Thresh. You saw a part of his naked soul. He kept his beautiful, aged face. But... he was different. - And you should've seen him as a monster. - But you didn't. You fell right back into his arms. - That night he took you. He ravaged you. He made sure not to hurt you... but he wasn't gentle. He was rough and full of passion - and desperation. That night he almost lost you. And he would never make the same mistake ever again. - He marked you as his, after waiting for years. Now, he would never let you go - not after he got a taste of everything he could truly have. - You were his. And you would always be his. - Even if he had to stop time.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hello~

I would like to know about Jade and Cater in your Deity AU! For example: what are they gods of, what are their powers, are they venerated by many or are they ore of a "hidden" deity, what blessings do people who venerate them receive or how do they help those who ask for their help... things like that!

Either headcanons or free-for-all so you can explain to your heart's content

Thank you ❤

Hello there! So glad you asked! UvU

So, to start things off I will go ahead and clarify that the deities in this AU are “hidden” deities in that they’re invisible to most humans. They can show themselves as they are to mortals, but very few actually do this or feel the desire to do so. Those who do, they tend to take on either a human form or an animal disguise—or simply go as they are to spook a few humans. However, there are some instances where they’re invisible to all but a select few, and even then, it could be mistaken as a flicker in the corner of their eye—but trust me when I say these humans are always quite the novelty to them when they’re discovered!

Now, on to the two you’ve been waiting for, starting with Cater~!

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Cater is the God of Art and Artistic Vision (can also be interpreted as Artistic Inspiration), known for his love of art and creativity. His ability to “split” allows him to spread out as far as he desires in search of creative humans to inspire, be they artist, writers, photographers, painters…any form of media and self-expression he absolutely adores with all his heart! His split selves can be considered “muses” to humans ages past who have seen them, and some say you can see depictions of one or multiples in old paintings and murals.

Much like inspiration itself, his interest can be “fickle and fleeting” if he feels over or under stimulated by the creative flow, though it’s by no means the mortal’s fault. Sometimes he simply needs a little time to decompress and take a break—after all, his power may be great, but maintaining so many copies of himself and fanning the flames of creativity can get tiresome after a bit! He doesn’t completely abandon them, however, and instead tries to gently nudge the human into taking a break—to recharge their own creative batteries by resting and taking a moment to “smell the roses” his fellow deity Riddle has so kindly helped grow. This doesn’t always work though, so it saddens him to see his favorite creative spirits slowly wearing themselves down to try and keep up a pace they cannot maintain.

His powers do follow his Twisted Wonderland counterpart in that he can split himself into multiple copies, though it’s less limited so he can cover more ground. As the God of Art and Artistic Vision, his ability to bestow “inspiration” can come from a single tap of his finger to the forehead or a touch to the shoulder…just depends on how playful he is! He also loves to take “ghost memories” of humans he’s particularly fond of, so if you see a flashing glare of light on a reflective surface, it may be a moving car or it could simply be him preserving the “memory” of you so he can add to his collection of humans he cares about.

One of the few deities who will likely take on human form to mingle with humans for a day or spend time at cafes—though strangely enough he does not have that much fondness for sweet things like the others in his pantheon.

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Now Jade, however, is an enigma of his own right. The God of Rivers, Jade is seen as calm and ever flowing like the rivers he commands, yet his emotions can cause once gentle waterways to become raging torrents capable of destroying bridges and sweeping poor unfortunate souls standing too close to the edge into the water. Thankfully, however, this rarely happens unless Floyd decides to cause a storm himself to add more water to the rivers and cause chaos. He simply finds it more amusing to see what strange creatures venture close to his realm, as it can get so dreadfully boring after a time.

As a River God, he has control of all fresh water sources, altering and changing the course of rivers and streams and even creating lakes in which he calls his home. The water he dwells in, near, or blesses is said to be the purest water, his very presence capable of purging toxins and pollution itself. Humans who fall into the water may see a glimpse of him and his home in the water, though those who manage to escape the river attribute this to an oxygen-deprived hallucination rather than coming face to face with a God.

For someone to catch his attention and earn his favor, however, they must truly be a unique and unusual mortal. With his control over water, he can create a pocket of air that allows them to breathe underwater should he deem them worthy enough to visit his abode. To reach that point, however, is a long process in itself as he will observe them from afar at his leisure. If the mortal should somehow see him, he will be amused and bestow a gift—either a charm or a bauble he created from the water itself. One such gift is a small, transparent sphere filled with water that reacts to the emotions of its owner and can help soothe their troubled soul. A rather simple yet charming gift, though one can’t help but wonder if there’s more to these gifts. He certainly won’t tell.

While not as prevalent as his Twisted Wonderland counterpart, he does hold the ability to “see” the truth from those he asks a question using one of several floating globes of water that follow him. If it shimmers and fills with a cloud of gold, they are telling the truth. If it starts filling with a cloud of red, however, they are dishonest…now why would you ever want to lie to a god? Perhaps you think yourself brave…or foolish.

He has considered taking on a mortal guise on occasion, though he much prefers observing mortals as is without disruption.

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Whew! That was a lot, and honestly, I’m sure there’s going to be so much more to develop with these two as with the others! I had so much fun and I can’t wait to answer more and brainstorm more for this AU! >w<

[sailorsun546]

Framed my print from @wusdiswusdat today!!! I love this piece so much ❤💕❤💕❤💕 My collection of violent unicorn art slowly grows stronger!!

[peachymama18]

My sweet boy and this cute little bear finally finished their lego set. His collection is slowly growing and I love watching him build them ❤

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