#and all four of them lost so much time together
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zours025 · 10 hours ago
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Zombie apocalypse face au I've been thinking of...
Thoughts/details on the AU and an alt color vers of the first drawing (luring you into my evil cave) ⬇️⬇️⬇️
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Face as unrelated parties... All normal humans. Caname and fruk (separately) wandering the world after generic zombie outbreak. Theyre some of the last ones left so they rarely meet people and need to depend on the other party heavily. Blahblah its miserable everyone is sad and hurt and tired. Francis had to cut off Arthurs leg to prevent an infection. Arthur has to learn to lean on Francis for a lot of stuff and they learn to get over past grudges and such... 😇 Alfred is bitten at some point and hides it from Matthew. Matthew knows, but he's basically lost any will to live and is ready to die whenever Alfred turns because. Well. "I'm only living for him anyways..." type of sentiment... They ignore it and it's never brought up but it's like. I know you know that I know that- Anyways. So those two are trying their hardest to live out their last days in relative happiness. Doing fun stuff. Appreciating the simple things, landscapes, each other's company, etc... That is until they bump into Francis and Arthur in a totally horrible state. And it's like "Well... We can't just let them die can we? We have nothing to lose anyways." So they watch over the two and care for them and once they're all in okay health they decide to stick together and move on. But Arthur and Francis are clearly more determined to live than Mattie and Alfred and they're good fighters. So they wanna keep em around, all while hiding that Alfred is slowly dying and is eventually gonna kill them all. Milking Francis and Arthur's good will... Eventually new relationships form between the four and inevitably weird "betrayal!" and jealousy type feelings show up... Francis is tired of just sleeping with Arthur and when he gets mad he flirts with either of the twins... And the like... Well I haven't thought the whole thing through but these are the important emotional bases to the idea I guess...
I wrote a scenario for many different possibilities of first-to-dies (because i find them all interesting and bcuz twitter oomf asked and i have no restraint. lole)
Alfred dies first: Most obvious scenario (like hes already a bit zombified and clearly hes getting physically weaker) Im imagining a terrible scenario no matter what. Matthew probably finds him first all hunched over and stuff womdering whats wrong before realising that it's finally the end of the line. Francis/Arthur aren't far behind and they blow "Alfreds" head off without hesitation. Obviously causes a rift between the two and Matthew, who broke their trust by hiding this from them. Matthew is inconsolable for a few days, he thought he had more time. Despite the lie I think Francis and Arthur would end up feeling sympathy. They try to keep Matthew up on his feet but frankly I think this would end with him blowing his brains out eventually anyways... 😊
Alternatively Mattie has been mentally preparing himself for a very long time and he immediately kills "Alfred" and then himself in quick succession. Francis and Arthur are haunted by the memory of the two for the rest of their trip.
Arthur dies first: Similarly, I think its easy to imagine this. He's missing a leg and mostly needs to be near someone else to survive zombie attacks/ambushes. Would probably accidentally get separated from the group and get overrun... Might use himself as a distraction to allow the other three to get away in a particularly dire situation... In a way he thinks hes just dead weight anyways and he wants to see the other three live knowing that he doesn't have much left to offer them (Francis would disagree). Francis is obviously very upset and he loses sleep over the memory of Arthur, his last "real" link to his normal life before all of this. But I think Francis is stable enough to prioritise the twins he took under his wing. He knows they need someone to keep them together, so he toughs it out. Everything is fine till Alfred turns some many months later. By then, Francis developed a strong attachment to the two and doesn't have any regrets. Would probably struggle against Alfreds strength to allow Matthew to escape or something along those lines...
Francis dies first: I can also see him just getting killed by sheer numbers. I think he grew very fond of the twins pretty fast + had to be Arthurs protection for a long time and so he developed this feeling of "I need to keep them all safe at all costs". I don't think itd be as much of a letting go type thing as Arthur. It's more calculated and would only happen in a worst-case scenario. I think Arthur would be pretty irritable for the next few weeks, a lot of things remind him of Francis. It bothers him since he wants to just forget and move on, but he finds that his feelings are more difficult to control than he initially thought. Yells a lot at Matthew and Alfred and gets into petty fights. Its not pretty, but they have their moments... In the end, it's not like he wants to make them suffer. They're all he has left now. Hes trying his best. Has a lot of days where he just wishes he had been the one to die instead.
Matthew dies first: Honestly I'm imagining a non-zombie related death, like an accident with one of the guns or some unrelated illness or like. Falling onto a branch? Falling from high up in general? Setting off a trap? Lol idk. Something that allows Alfred to hold Matthew during his final moments or at least look into his eyes. I think hes also the most liable to flip out on everyone and just kill the four of them all together idk ❤ Crazy girl ❤ It shocks Alfred immensely. He expected to be the first one to die and he's really upset about the whole thing. Outwardly, he cracks jokes and tries to convince the other two that he's fine but he's very much not. Doesn't really know what tk do with himself. Just goes through the motions every day. Francis and Arthur notice the slight change in behaviour but don't really say anything and pretend everything is fine. Playing at being a normal family. Arthur and Francis try spending lots of time with Alfred but nothing really helps. Eventually Alfred turns without ever telling them he was infected and they all die the end. Alternatively he kills the other two and then himself on like a random Tuesday. ❤
Bonus: Everyone except Alfred dies lol. Alone in the desolate empty landscape. Welp!!! What now!!!
If you saw my first post of this text part no you didn't im editing this and putting it here with the drawing its more organised ❤ okay ❤
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linksconnected · 1 day ago
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THE REFERENCE IS HERE BOYS (after 6 months, literally)
So, going from left to right, Green, Red, Blue, Vio. Nicknames to be decided.
You'll never see so much detail on Blue's tunic btw, no way I'm drawing that again
Rambling under the cut
Okay so, after the adventure the four Links split up (less literally) and went to find what they actually wanted to do for the rest of their lives. Green ended up pursuing his job as a knight, and has been the one to stay the closest to Zelda, often coming over for "sleepovers" (just sleeping over in the castle) he's gotten quite good with a sword, tho that means he's lost other abilities with other weapons. He is dangerous with a bow in his hands, and will kill someone on his side by accident. He's gotten a copy of the four sword, as to not break the original. It doesn't feel as good as the original, but it's all he's got.
He's gotten quite good at a bunch of weapons! His favorite at the moment being a spear, which he also uses as a walking stick when going long distances (which is always) it's a nice job, keeps him from having to interact with too many people, even if he's like to, he's never been good at it.. too quick to anger, it seemed
Blue decided to keep traveling, having gained a liking to it during their adventure. He's a little like a missionary (I think that's what it's called?) making a living by killing monsters and animals for money. He refuses to kill people, drawing his line there. If they want someone gone, they can contact the knights of Hyrule.
Red is loved by basically everyone in the town, and after getting money to buy a house and start cooking, they've quickly learned that people would just- trade them supplies! A pie for fresh vegetables, or some soup for new clothes. They've found it to be less stressful than working for money
Red and magic cannot live without each other. They've learned how to cook and bake, but they've learned in.. untraditional ways. It's only been a year since they've stopped burning their hands every time they tried making bread. But they're quite skilled once they figure out the fire part! Blue often takes some of their food when passing by their house, and at this point Red's cooking is the only healthy thing Vio remembers to eat, so it's working out!
they don't live together anymore, tho Blue doesn't have a stable house, and therefore has his own room in Red's house, which is mostly empty almost all of the time.
Shadow has changed quite a bit since their original journey, and has learned about food, commonly stealing Red's freshly baked goods. They don't have a sweet tooth, instead opting for sour things, like lemons (heh) or any sour candy the nice grandma living near will give them. Vio is actually the one with the sweet tooth, often seen eating chocolate or Red's cupcakes. They've shared their love of cheesecakes with Shadow once and now it's the only thing the imp will buy them.. take a break gods, pomegranates are also pricey but appreciated
Vio had spent months researching how to bring Shadow back, and after resurrecting them through...not so legal methods, the gremlin is back! They live with Vio, and often visit Zelda to play ye olde monopoly. They're still a bit of an ass, but everyone is trying to fix that, it ain't working. They don't mind behind an asshole! They found a cat yesterday, vioooo can they keep it??? Vio's spent some time at school, wanting to learn more than they already did, now that they've finished, they find most of their info in books, being a regular at the library. They're still closed off, but make some effort to try and smile at people, it looks.. awkward, but they're trying. They desperately need sunlight. Shadow goes more outside than them! Apart from going to the library, Vio doesn't leave the house much, Blue or Shadow have to physically drag them out for them to go anywhere else. Which did result in Red calling them a vampire. Shadow has clearly affected their personality, but it's shown more when they're with it, since they're a lot more open, all smirks and snarky comments, it's a side not a lot of people like, but that's shown often (since Shadow's always clinging to them)
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simplytips · 1 day ago
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JJK Men during NNN
Really really old draft [spelling mistakes, was gonna add Choso and Nanami but didn’t]
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Was over before it even began Gojo and Geto made a bet about NNN a few months ago which completely went over this man head
November 2nd 10:30Am was the time he lost which he blames you for it walking around the house with shorts and one of his shirts which was oversized for you
November 10th was the longest he went and the only reason being was because he had too much work and couldn’t be bothered with how he was feeling
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Went way longer than expected went one week and four days before breaking which just like his blue eyed friend blames you completely
You came over to his apartment to try one some outfits and ask what he thinks about them since you had to be at a family get together in about an hour
The first two outfits he could deal with but you could tell he was getting antsy his leg was shaking and you could see a little bulge forming in his grey sweatpants
Than you came out with a white sparkly dress with a side slit and everything after that was a blur lucky the place was only 25 minutes away so you wasn’t that late
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You must be crazy if you think that lord Sukuna is going to follow some rules made by humans
He’ll do whatever he wants when he wants any month
(I’m sorry that all I have for him 😔)
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erasinglines · 1 day ago
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they don't need to say much, on their walk back to her apartment. in fact, it's as if their silence says it all, a testament to the understanding, the comfort, that runs between them, tying them together. and he doesn't doubt, as they both retreat into their own minds, in sync with one another, that they're both considering the same things— that this was once a part of their normal routine, returning to a place he once considered home, too. being with her had been the first time a sensation like that had hit him; the idea of belonging, of having somewhere to return to, to call a home. now, it was purely her space, four walls that no longer had any remnants of him, of their life together, that she shared with someone else, now— in her kitchen, helping her make dinner; in her bed, falling asleep beside her each night. and as much as he should be considering those they've chosen to share those pieces of themselves with, he can admit that fletcher and eden are far from his mind, especially when her arm is linked with his own, when her hand eventually finds his, too, and he's intertwining their fingers together without so much as a second thought. the gravity of the moment isn't lost on him, once they reach her building, as they stand there, seemingly neither one of them wanting to say goodbye, just yet. at least, he can't stomach the idea, not when it feels like he's finally gotten her back, able to share her night with her, despite how it turned out, in the end. the intensity of the moment is palpable, unspoken words and yearning glances, dancing around them, and the warmth of her hand, cradling his jaw, only intensifies his desire to kiss her, as the touch sears into his skin. makes it known, as his gaze dips to her mouth, tracing their outline, wondering briefly, how obvious his intentions might be, if he says yes to her question. he's torn, though, even if his desires feel like a raging river, threatening to break its banks— his mind reels with the what-ids and the fear of losing her friendship, just as he had, the last time he found himself inside; of ruining the fragile balance they've managed to maintain recently. the question hangs in the air, thick and unspoken, as his eyes search hers, as if he could find permission, there, consent to let go of the restraint he's held onto for so long. " it probably is, " he admits, a small shrug rolling off his shoulders. a bad idea, that is. it's definitely a complicated one, at the very least. he doesn't pull away from her touch though, instead leans into it slightly, as if savouring the warmth it exudes. " but i don't want to say goodbye, not yet, not like this... i just— " finds that he steps closer, then, until there's barely a crack of light between them, heart thudding in his chest, close enough, now, that he's certain she'll be able to sense it, hear it, gaze upon her lips, once more. " i don't think i can come upstairs without wanting to kiss you, just like i've thought about, all night long. and that's... that's overstepping so many boundaries, i know, which is why i don't think i should, and— " he's rambling now. " i should probably just go back to my room, yeah? "
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even though tonight wasn’t exactly how she always imagined it, she’s thankful to be ending it with him, at least, to have him here with her for as long as she’s able. she would claw at whatever scraps of him she could get, once he’s gone; his shirts, his books, all the old pictures and texts stored on her phone. this night, too, how it felt to be so close to him again, his lips skating against her hand, his fingers drawing shapes against the small of her back, offering her comfort. sure, it would all turn into an endless daydream tomorrow, a mere memory, but it was real, tonight. manages to smile up at him softly as he extends his hands to her, intertwining her fingers with his own before pulling herself up with ease, trying to ignore how her stomach churns with anticipation— not sure what for, but she’s felt it building all night, every time they came into contact, even just meeting his gaze across the room. it could’ve been all the memories of their life together surrounding them, sure, but that couldn’t be the only reason. there’s something here, still, between them, she thinks. on her side, at least, considering how many times tonight she’s wanted to lean in and kiss him, to close that insufferable gap, regardless of who’s around. but she hasn’t, no, she’s refrained, just as he has too, no matter how tempting. she nods at him, then, before turning away for only a second to grab the flowers he brought her upon his arrival, to bring them back home so she could paint them before they wilt away. tucks them beneath her arm as her other links with his, to begin their short walk back to her apartment. this was, after all, the building they walked by every day, hoping, wishing, dreaming, speaking this very moment into existence with one another. he really had been with her, every step of the way. all she can think about now, though, walking in step with him once again was his previous words— i wish i could be so much better for you. doesn’t know how that could be possible, thinking about the lengths he went to to get here, in the first place, how far he came just for one night, just for her. just the thought has her hand skimming down the length of his arm, carefully bringing his hand into her own, stealing a glance at him just to make sure it was okay for her to do. it’s not long before they’ve made it to what was once their apartment building, but now was just her own, pausing just outside her door. doesn't even get her keys out, right away; she didn’t want to say goodbye, not yet— god, she never wanted to say goodbye to him again. it’s inevitable, of course, but maybe that’s why she finds herself moving closer to him, now, squeezing his hand in her own, hoping to disguise how it shakes, being this close to him. “ it is true, you know, even if you don’t want to hear it, ” she whispers, gently extricating his hand from hers just to cradle his jaw, thumb skating softly against the bone. “ i’ll never know anyone better than you, miller. ” god, she wants to kiss him so badly, to show him just how much she appreciated him, how much all of this meant to her. tongue wets her lips in anticipation, before she stops herself, trying to maintain what little self-control she had left. but she didn’t want to cross any boundaries first, do anything that might ruin this, deciding to leave it up to him. “ do you want to come inside ? ” it’s spoken breathlessly, barely above a whisper as she looks at him, gaze traveling over his features, once again settling on his lips as she swallows thickly, a glint of something different in her eyes, now. “ or is that a really bad idea ? ”
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megamindsupremacy · 1 month ago
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Drifting Stars headcanon where Mabel and Ford use the "we're father/daughter" story so often to avoid suspicion that Mabel calls him "Dad" instead of "Grunkle Ford" now.
Ford has a reasonable amount of emotions about this and does not nearly cry the first time Mabel calls him "Dad" outside of lying to people.
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apocalypticdemon · 3 months ago
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hhhhhhhhhh being annoyed with someone and knowing you're in the wrong about it is the fucking worst
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arolesbianism · 5 months ago
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See my vision
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muirmarie · 10 months ago
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hey quick question why do I keep ending up with plot. where is all this plot coming from. I do not Want this plot. I specifically requested a no plot story next. someone please come take this plot away from me.
#stretching that writing muscle tag#listen i love me some world-building but this is supposed to be a throwaway. a gimme. a no plot needed#a fun times whimsy ride#so why am i trying to come up with harvest traditions for 3.5 different cultures so i can mush them together into one.#ESPECIALLY why since probably very little of it will even end up in the fic??? i just need to know so i can write the shape of them???#the ~haunted house~ which was built on this unpopulated colony planet with pieces of houses from the 4 nearby worlds#which is filled with mementos of those loved and lost. of ancestors too far back to even remember#a haunted house haunted by the ghosts of ancestors of different worlds who fought and killed each other#put together by their descendants trying to build an uneasy peace#i genuinely don't even know if I'll include that in the story!!! but it's there. that's what my brain is trying to give me. frickin PLOT.#i don't want plot!!!!!#like i love the idea of that house so much and it's gonna get like. one dang throwaway line. bc the story is VERY MUCH not about that.#the story is just early relationship fun times!!!!#but these four planets + earth scientists decided to hold a harvest festival and mush their ideas together and an earth scientist#mentioned haunted houses as an autumn thing and the scientists from those four worlds took the idea and RAN with it and made it their own#anyway. i'm probably not going to include the house at all. the story has NOTHING to do it with it. but at least you know about it now lmao#SIGH.
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sylhea-raemi · 2 years ago
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fucking sobbing at nero's words towards makia about gt9 they're so precious to him all the silly memories they've done i'm gonna cry
#SOBBING CRYING HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH#they're his family... his home....#the thing is since being adopted kanon and shatoma probably aren't counted as 'family' to him due to how distant they seem?#he's not that close to kanon sure but he's not *that* distant either#he respects him and appreciates the help and care he gave to him#i'm sure shatoma at some point also took part in taking care of nero#but both kanon and shatoma have their own things to deal with#him looking at the sky in ruschia... he's either kept away from the outside for a long time or frezier's sky isn't as blue as ruschia's#anyway sobbing gt9 might be his first friends and a group of people he could call 'home and family'#he treasures them a LOT. he knows the four of them will be split up due to circumstances but he believes in the future where#where the four of them will be together laughing besides each other again#sob....... nero....#sylhea talks maydare#nero being the first gt9 member to be introduced other than makia and being the last member whose secret is revealed means a lot to me#gt9 being a family is not an exaggeration. although makia have her family back in her hometown she never had friends growing up and only#and only had thor who suddenly got seperated from her#frey had a nice childhood despite the lack of love from his biological mother until gil's mother died and him being stripped away all#his rights as a prince so he goes from place to place never finding his own home.....#lapis who lost her clan that was betrayed by some members and even lost two of her limbs#and nero whose country was taken over and his family killed just when he was 6 years old#like fuck what the hell is the range#firsy from makia whose whole family alive then to frey whose biological mother and the consort he sees as his own mother died but#his father the king alive as well as his brothers to lapis' clan taken over and/or killed to nero's family killed and his empire taken over#country/empire uh anyway *hands in head* holy shit now that i look back to each member's lives before entering lune ruschia and gt9...#of course makia also lost so much and might've been more from her two previous lives#anyway also fucked up how not only was her ex-bestie been chosen by her killer as the savior but one of her friends is his killer's brother
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prisonhannibal · 22 days ago
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!! DONT SKIP !! donations urgently needed They are only at €5,561 out of €50,000 goal
I was contacted by Nader to draw pictures for and help spread his brother Abdulsalam Al-Anqar’s fundraiser to save their family. Nader is a 17 year old boy who lives in Gaza with his family: parents Ahmed (54) and mother Iman (49), brothers Abdulsalam (26), Mohammed (14), and Omar (21) and Abdulsalam’s wife and their one year old daughter Iman. Imagine it was your sibling, your friend, your son, who should be in school or with his friends, who instead has to hide from bombs and ask for help online to save his family. His family have suffered through one year of genocide. All of you are their hope to get to safety.
This fundraiser is vetted by @gazavetters, number four on the spreadsheet here
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Abdulsalams daughter Iman is only one year old and has lived most her life in a war zone. She is suffering from malnutrition. It’s every fathers worst nightmare to see their child starve and not be able to feed her. Please help him feed his daughter and get her to safety. No child should grow up hearing the sound of bombs. Every child has the right to food and safety. You can help give Iman the childhood she should have, where she can sleep in a safe bed at night with a full stomach.
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Their father Ahmed has cancer and needs surgery and medication. It is not possible to get the treatment he needs in Gaza. every day his illness is left untreated, the cancer will continue to spread through his body, so he very urgently needs money for treatment and travel. If you help them get to their goal, you are saving their fathers life. Don’t let this family who have already lost so much lose their father, husband, and grandfather
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Nader has showed me pictures of this explosion close to them, thankfully they were able to get away. Every day they stay in Gaza their lives are at risk from israeli bombs. Every day and hour counts. I know there are compassionate and kind people who are willing to help. every euro helps, YOUR donation will bring them one moment closer to safety. With love and hope I’m asking you to give what you can, I believe in the kind people of the world and I beg you to not let them die. If you can’t donate, please share so it may reach people who can.
Never forget that palestinians are not numbers on a list of deaths. Please think of each of them, think of their names and faces and know that you can help them. I think of them every day. I think of the hopes and dreams they should achieve, I think of their education, their future, and the love they show when they work hard every day to get help. You may feel powerless to stop this genocide, but you have the power to save Abdulsalam and his family. I dream that the day will come soon where they may use their days to rest and recover from what they’ve been through, where they can share a meal and laugh and the children will play, instead of having to use their time to beg the world to listen and help them. We can make this possible.
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50 000 euros is a lot of money for one person to give, but for all of us together, it can be done. Please don’t look away.
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pop-punklouis · 18 days ago
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they were all brothers. they are all brothers.
no one, and i mean no one, will ever be able to understand those years and growing into adults in the bubble they were the way those five will. for five years, they saw each other more than they saw their own families. they became family. they share something so special that people nor circumstances will ever break— they shared their youth. they shared a flash of time together that shaped them from boys into men. and as much as we’ve talked about how integral liam was to our childhoods and growth through this band, a piece of the other four boys’ childhoods and youth also died yesterday. a piece of their history died yesterday. a face to their personal memories died yesterday. and it’s devastating.
they found a home in each other when they were so far away from home, and i cannot even begin to imagine the grief they are feeling and will continue to feel.
walking in the wind has the perfect line like “if you’re lost, just look for me. you’ll find me in the region of the summer stars” and i know for a lifetime to come those four guys will be living that out as the years go on.
my entire chest aches for them. they deserve all the space and grace during this delicate time.
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nanaslutt · 9 months ago
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Milking Sukuna's cock
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cont: fem reader, sex toys, m!masturbation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, m!squirting, dirty talk, shibari, true form Sukuna, Sukuna and reader have some kind of special relationship, Sukuna doesn't know how to deal with love and aftercare, fluff
note: saw an ask for smthn along the lines of this, it’s not exactly what they asked for but it sparked smthn in me so :3 (this is the closest to sub!sukuna i will get, i can’t see him as a sub at all lol)
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"F-fuck a-ah fuck-" Sukuna struggled against the Shibari that kept all four of his arms snugly against his back and out of your way as you sat between his thighs and jerked a pocket pussy mercilessly over his cock. His abs are clenching rapidly and his breaths are coming quicker and quicker as you keep going, ignoring his obvious overstimulation.
His legs are twitching and shaking violently, and still, you keep going. Sukuna's face keeps twitching at his own sensitivity, his nose scrunching as his eyebrows furrow, and his teeth clenched together in tandem, making the muscles in his jaw pop out from under the skin. His mouth stomach is biting his lip between his teeth as you touch him. He's so tense, you don't need to touch his body to tell that every single muscle is clenching and unclenching, not a single atom of his being is relaxed.
When Sukuna growled and tipped his head back against his throne, you knew he was about to cum again, for the fourth time. You were alternating between his cocks, meaning each time he came, one of them sprayed his cum all over his body, making him hiss in annoyance as his cum stuck uncomfortably to his skin, seeping into the shibari. His other cock, whichever was inside the toy, filled it to the brim, so much so it dripped out from the bottom from how much he came.
You had no idea how he still had so much cum left in him, it seemed like no matter many times you milked him, he always had more to give. His hands gripped the shibari behind him harshly as he came again, his thick cum filling up the fake pussy as his jaw went slack, long groans and moans leaving his lips while you jerked him faster and faster, making the cum covering his dick inside the pussy cream up, bubbling around the base of his cock.
"Does that feel good Sukuna? You're so wet down here." You teased, biting your own lip as your eyes raked over his impressive body, not wanting to miss a single reaction from the king. Sukuna groaned at your words, too focused on filling up the toy to shoot back any snarky response.
His eyes fluttered back in his head when you continued stroking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, your eyes watching his face carefully as his face twisted in pleasure, clearly overstimulated since he had already cum, and yet, you were still going. "Fuck, w-wait woman," Sukuna growled, the muscles in his thighs flexing and shaking as he tried not to get lost in his own sensitivity.
You wondered if he knew how much he was really shaking. He was clearly trying to hold back, maybe to save some of his ego from this vulnerability he was allowing you to see, but he was doing an awful job at holding back. Sweat beaded along his hairline and dripped steadily down the sides of his face, mixing with the drops on his neck. He was panting heavily, and his face was incredibly flushed, it was quite a sight to witness.
"Hm?" You teased, leaning closer to him, placing your hand on his pecs as you got in his face, keeping the toy steadily jerking over his cock as you looked into his eyes challengingly. Your eyes darted from his swollen lips to his eyes, steadily rolling back in his head. "A- A break." He grit through his teeth, keeping his words short so he didn't let out any unwanted noises. "Huh?" you asked, feigning ignorance as you leaned forward, your lips grazing against his as you spoke.
Just when you were about to lean in and kiss him, his head started jerking from side to side away from you, his jaw falling open as he groaned loudly again, his breath coming out stuttered. He struggled harshly against the ropes, his body jolting and wiggling around as he tried to stop your hand as his orgasm rapidly approached again, and so soon after the other one.
You smiled agaisnt his lips, using the opportunity of his eyes being shut to do so. He would've ripped through the shibari in half a second if he saw you laughing at him like this. Right before he came, you pulled back from his body and sat back down on your heels. Quickly you grabbed his neglected cock and held it steady as you ripped the toy off of his cock, sliding the other one inside it.
Immediately a loud groan was ripped from Sukuna's lungs as he came the second his neglected cock felt the tight, wetness of the inside of the pocket pussy. You opened your jaw as you watched him fall over the edge before a warm feeling on your leg brought your attention to below his legs. Looking down you noticed a thinner stream of clear liquid squirting out of his cock, spraying over his and your thighs. "Oh shit, there's so much…" You mumbled under your breath.
Likewise, the cock inside the toy was spurting out the same wetness as it leaked around him. Sukuna's mouth was open in a silent scream as he squirted all over you. Behind his eyelids, he pretended he was filling up your pussy, and with how wet the toy was from his copious amounts of cum, he almost believed it. "E-enough-" Sukuna growled lowly, too quiet and timid for you to take him seriously.
You continued anyways, feeling hot all over, your body feeling reenergized as you just watched the king of curse squirt from getting his cocks milked. When you didn't stop, Sukuna winced hard and yanked hard on the ropes. A loud cracking sound echoed off the walls of the chamber as his arms shot out in front of him and immobilized you. Two grabbed your throat, and two grabbed your wrist ceasing all of your movements on him.
You gasped for breath as Sukuna stared at you, his cocks softening as he caught his breath, letting his head back as he tried to relax now that your assault on him was paused. Sukuna squeezed his hands harshly around your throat, making your mouth open in a silent gasp as air failed to fill your lungs. "When I say enough, you listen." He said, trying to sound stern but the shakiness in his voice was very much evident.
You nodded in his hold, gasping air into your lungs when he released you. He controlled your hands though, slowly sliding the toy off of his cock he winced in overstimulation, his legs twitching around you as he threw the silicone somewhere behind you. He kept his hands around your wrists, preventing you from touching him as he laid back against his throne, his body finally relaxing, save for the unintentional spasming and shaking of his overworked muscles.
Sukuna pouted as he looked at you, almost looking like an angry cat as his eyes never once left yours, but he stayed silent, letting his gaze do the talking. You pursed your lips together to force down your smile, not wanting him to think you were looking down on him. "Sukuna, are you mad at me?" You asked, tipping your head at him. Your arms throbbed from the exertion of jerking him off for so long, and his hands gripping your wrists harshly, preventing blood flow to the sore appendages, wasn't helping.
Sukuna stayed silent, as you already knew his answer. "I'm sorry Lord Sukuna." You said, speaking to him formally to gain his forgiveness despite the uniquely intimate relationship the two of you had. "Please forgive me, I got carried away. I just wanted to bring my master pleasure." You spoke dramatically, looking at him from under your lashes.
Sukuna started at you challengingly for a few more seconds before he decided to release your wrists. You smiled, rubbing the soreness away as he placed his large arms on the side of the throne, looking away from you. "Lord Sukuna, thank you for sparing me~" You cooed, leaning forward and wrapping your body around his, his cum and sweat rubbing against the thin robe clothes you wore.
Sukuna's nose scrunched at the contact, his body going rigid against yours. It wasn't like he hated this affectionate touch, he just never got used to it. Each time you clung to him like this after sex, it felt so foreign to him, and yet he never pushed you away. "I do hope you felt good though Sukuna, thank you for letting me do that." You whispered, nuzzling your cheek against his skin.
Sukuna cringed, he never knew how to respond when you said stuff like that. Instead, he placed a hand on your lower back softly, keeping you pressed against his body as he sighed. "Brat." He whispered, briefly looking down at your tiny body on top of him before he opted to stare at the walls around him, unable to tolerate the strange emotions he felt when he looked down at you clinging on to him.
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innerfare · 1 month ago
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Playing With Your Nipples 
Summary: how they play with your nipples
Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid
Genre: pure smut
CW: NSFW // nothing too explicit, Sanji is sweet, Kid is merciless
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Luffy:
This is an act in and of itself. He can be pretty insular in that he only does one thing at a time because he gets so lost in it, and playing with your nipples is no exception. That being said, he can’t actually hold back, usually tweaking them slowly for what feels like ages but is really only a few seconds before finally going in with his watering mouth. Has a habit of talking with his mouth full, muttering things against your tits like, “could do this for hours.” When he does eventually move further down your body, he’ll keep his fingers on your nipples.
Zoro:
Very casual in the way he goes about it. Often lets his intrusive thoughts win when it comes to your tits. If you’re wearing a low-cut shirt or he can see your nipples through the sports bra you’re wearing while the two of you work out together, he’ll reach down your shirt or pull down your bra and play with your nipples. If he sees you in the shower, he will be reaching in to squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples a few times. But he doesn’t often escalate in these scenarios; that’s on you. Really likes having you on top during sex so he can reach up and lazily play with your nipples. 
Sanji:
So sweet, so gentle, takes the privilege of seeing you topless very seriously. Never misses an opportunity to bury his face between your breasts, which inevitably leads to him tugging your top down and placing sweet kisses on your nipples, keeping his eyes open because he wants to see them grow erect. When he eventually starts sucking on them, he’s moaning and taking breaks to tell you how perfect you are. He treats your nipples like they’re delicate, too, like they’ll break if he goes too hard on them. If you want teeth, you’re going to have to ask. 
Ace:
The king of feeling you up. Has literally never gotten into bed beside you without sliding his hands beneath your shirt. This inevitably leads to him thumbing your nipples, his fingers making slow circles around the sensitive nubs before he starts pinching and pulling, eventually going in with his mouth. If he catches you in a hallway or empty room and wraps his arms around you from behind, this also typically escalates to him reaching beneath your shirt to play with your nipples. But it’s never so casual that it doesn’t escalate. If he gets his hands beneath your shirt, he’ll be fucking you, and he’ll be pinching your nipples the entire time. 
Sabo:
The sight of your naked tits is almost bewitching. His eyes zero in on your nipples and his lips part. He goes in tongue first, licking them in much the same way he licks your clit, all thoughts leaving his head as you tangle your fingers in his hair. When he takes breaks, it’s to pinch your nipples while he leaves hickeys all over your tits; no sooner do the marks fade than is he back at it again. Probably his favorite thing is when you give him a blowjob in a position that allows him to play with your nipples while you work; he pinches them very hard when you make him cum. Has definitely tied you up and tortured you with a feather before. 
Law:
When he starts palming your tits, he takes so long to get to your nipples you think you’re going to die. He can be a bit rough with your tits, but never with your nipples, hardly ever biting or pinching, just thumbing and kissing. Probably one of his favorite naughty activities is stripping you down in front of a mirror and kneading your tits, eyes pinned to your nipples. If not that, then he likes holding you in his lap while he works, one hand beneath your shirt. He’s really into spanking, too, and that includes your tits. He’ll smack them while he fucks you, leaning down to kiss your nipples after every three or four times. 
Kid:
Feral in general, but especially when it comes to your nipples. He’ll chew them raw if you let him, saliva running down your tits and abdomen because he’s so ridiculously messy about it. And when he’s done a number on your nipples with his teeth, he insists you allow him to suck on them to make them feel better (don’t let him, it won’t work). Has pierced them and takes it upon himself to decide which barbells you wear. Will definitely magnetize the barbells to pull you into his lap. 
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lovebugism · 9 months ago
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do something with king steve who secretly likes female/shy/reader
hope u like it xoxo — the one where king steve keeps his best girl a secret (shy!fem!r, secret relationship, fluff, 1.2k)
bug's one year celebration ♡
“Boo!”
You jump when a figure appears suddenly behind the door of your opened locker. They’re wearing bell bottoms and a sparkly clip in their strawberry curls. Carol Perkins giggles when her attempts to scare you work. Tommy Hagan follows just behind her, laughing louder until his freckled face scrunches together.
The only reassuring thing about seeing both of them together is knowing Steve isn’t too far behind. He’s got his tongue in his cheek, and his arms crossed over his chest, visibly unamused.  “What are you guys— three?” he scoffs, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.
“Yeah, three inches deep in your mom,” Tommy retorts with a boyish chuckle.
Carol squints her made-up eyes at him. She deadpans, “That’s not the comeback you think it is, Hagan.”
You turn to Steve with a panicked glimmer in your eye. You’re so used to being the butt of all their jokes that being in their proximity now fills you with something close to ice-cold dread. You peer at the boy beside you with pinched-together brows, knowing he’s the only one who cares about you past cheating off your homework.
“What’s going on?” you wonder quietly, for only him to hear.
Steve grins, brows raised and eyes twinkling. “My house is gonna be empty tonight. ‘Cause, you know, my dad’s got a work conference or whatever, so… No parents. Big house—”
“A total recipe for disaster,” Tommy interjects with a laugh.
“You’re throwing a party?” you ask, voice trembling. There’s little more that scares you than crowds — well, crowds and loud music and drunk people. Parties were never your scene. Steve knows that better than anyone.
He corrects you quickly, stammering over himself because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable. “No! No, not a party. It’s gonna be lowkey. Just a— a get-together, you know? Just the four of us.”
“Ooh,” Carol croons from behind you. “So no priss?”
“Shut up, Carol,” Steve snaps.
“I’m just used to you following her around like a lost puppy, that’s all.” Carol and Tommy laugh about it together. ‘Cause that’s all they’re really good at — making stupid jokes and cackling like supervillains.
Steve rolls his eyes with an annoyed huff and turns his attention back to you. You take it from him wholly, every ounce of his focus. 
There was something ethereal in your vagueness — in how softly you spoke and how pretty you looked when you weren’t even trying. You’re quiet and mysterious and hidden. Steve desperately wants to be the one that deciphers you.
“Are you in?” he asks in a low, honeyed tone.
Your gaze falls to the tile. “I don’t know…” you murmur.
“C’mon,” he croons and steps closer to you. His sneakers enter your vision until you look up at him again, peering at him from beneath your lashes. His grin is pink and pretty and lopsided. “Don’t leave me with these assholes all night.”
“Dick,” you hear Tommy scoff from behind you. He sounds much further away than that ‘cause all you can see now is Steve. And his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smile.
You cave instantly. 
You never really stood a chance, anyway. Not with the way he was looking at you.
“I’ll think about it,” you mumble and turn back to your locker. You switch your English textbook for a History one and cradle it in your arms. Steve grins, knowing he’s forgotten his on purpose just so he could sit next to you all period.
“Good,” the boy hums.
“We’re finally wearing Wallflower down,” Carol muses, giggling to herself.
Tommy knocks you too hard on the shoulder. “You’ll be one of us in no time,” he grins.
You grimace as they walk off down the hall. That’s the last thing you’ve ever wanted. The thought of there being an ounce of similarities between you and them makes your stomach ache.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Steve tells you, smiling quietly when you nod. 
He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and passes you a folded-up piece of paper. He doesn’t look back at you when he follows his friends down the corridor. You don’t open it until he’s gone.
West wing chem lab, he’s written in chicken scratch. Come find me. 
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The hallway at the west end of the school is dim and empty. The floors are untouched, and the lockers are sparingly opened. The air is thick and noticeably stale. You open the door to the old chemistry room with a high-pitched squeak that sounds like something out of a horror movie.
Steve waits for you in the dark classroom, lit only by the natural sunlight streaming in through translucent curtains. He sits at a table in front of the window and toys with the burner at the end of it. He turns the thin blue flame on and off and on again, silently wishing he’d plucked a cigarette from Tommy before he left.
His honey eyes flit to yours when you walk into the room. He grins at the soft smirk on your bitten lips. “What’s that look for, huh?” he teases, turning off the burner and sliding off the desk.
You shrug. “Nothin’…”
“I missed you.”
You scoff when he wraps his arms around you. His wide palms smooth over your back. “You just saw me.”
“It doesn’t count when I’m with Tommy and Carol. I need you all to myself…”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs lowly, ducking down to kiss you. His plush lips lock with yours, tasting of nicotine and chewing gum — a near-lethal concoction. He smiles against your mouth when you melt further into him. He parts from you with a gentle smack.
“They’re starting to like me, I think,” you mumble, smoothing your hands over his chest. “Tommy and Carol.”
“I think so, too.”
“It’s awful.”
“Absolutely disgusting,” he concurs, grinning wide when you giggle.
“But, you know, maybe we wouldn’t have to hide anymore,” you stammer, gaze falling when it becomes too hard to hold his. “If they don’t think I’m, like, the lamest person on the planet.”
Steve’s brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“Well, that’s why you don’t want them to know about us, right? ‘Cause you’re King Steve, and I’m… fish bait,” you conclude with a forced laugh.
“No,” he answers instantly. “What? No. That’s not— That’s not why.”
“Oh.”
“I don’t want them to know about us because they’re assholes,” Steve confesses. “I mean, they were awful to Nancy when we were together. ‘Cause they’re miserable, and they hate when other people are actually nice. I just don’t want them to… ruin anything, that’s all…”
You muss with a rogue thread at the neckline of his sweater and smile quietly to yourself. “I thought you were scared because you accidentally fell in love with the Wallflower instead of the Prom Queen.”
Steve scoffs. “I didn’t accidentally fall in love with you, first of all.”
“No?” you murmur, brow quirking in disbelief. 
“No, it was very intentional.”
“I don’t believe that,” you argue with a lighthearted chuckle. You think it’s easier than saying, I don’t believe you because there’s no way you love someone like me because you want to.
Steve’s palms squeeze your sides reassuringly, like he can hear all the mean thoughts swirling in your head. “Well, you didn’t make it any easier on me,” he tells you, a crooked smile tugging at his pink lips. “You started talkin’ all smart in Ms. Click’s class, and I started melting.”
“That’s when you knew you liked me?” you scoff. “After I gave a presentation about geopolitical tensions in China?”
He exhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips with heavy eyelids. “See what I mean? That’s hot.”
“God, you’re such a boy.”
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monstersflashlight · 2 months ago
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I know you said you don’t write pregnancy, but would you write about a yandere family dynamic? Like a yandere husband with wife reader, and their platonic yandere children they had together? Just some sweet family fluff and stuff?
Hi there! Sorry this took so long, it got lost between other requests. As I don't really like writting families anymore (you can find my fics in other fandoms around, used to love kid fics), I'm gonna do this like a headcanon, because I think that would be funny.
Yandere monster husband who makes you sit and watch as he does all the chores because you are pregnant. There's no way you are risking your precious body or his precious child by moving even a finger. He gets so mad when you try to do something that he ties you down to the bed and spends hours eating your pussy until you are crying out and asking for mercy. He doesn't stop until you are so tired and spent out you can't even fathom moving to do anything else.
Yandere monster husband who threatens your doctor when you are in the middle of labor because you are in so much pain. He growls and grunts at everyone approaching your squirming body as you scream and curse him for doing that to you. He shushes you, caressing your hair and holding your hand until he's the one asking for mercy because of how hard you are squeezing him. He doesn't let go, through. He promised he never would.
Yandere monster husband who is so obsessed over your soft body and milking boobs after birth that he can't stop staring at you. He looks at you constantly, doesn't even let you go to the bathroom alone. And when the baby is asleep, he takes his turn milking your sore boobs and eating your pussy, you did such a hard work, you deserve to be worshiped.
Yandere monster husband who you think he's gonna calm down after the first pregnancy, but the second one is the exact same. And the third one. And by the time you have three toddlers, he's so obsessed with them as he is with you. He threatened at least four parents because their kids made your kid cry. He threatened the principal of the school because they tried to say the scratches on your baby girl's arm were just an accident. So it doesn't surprise you when they forbid him into school perimeter, he has to wait in the car as you go and talk to the teachers. He grunts all the way, but you are secretly glad, he always makes people uncomfortable.
But you love it. You love how protective he is. How caring and obsessed with you and your children, how much he takes care of every single one of you. You are in love with him even if he's a bit... too much sometimes.
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disgustingtwitches · 3 months ago
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MDNI
Working at a restaurant with 141! (pt. 3)
"All of us under one roof? Have you lost the plot?"
Gaz snorts, all of you sitting at the bar. You shake your head. The thought alone makes you dizzy.
"Just me and you is hectic enough."
Gaz stares at Soap. John laughs, sipping his scotch. You think for a moment before taking your shot. Wait a fucking second. You joke about how they have decided to make your flat nothing short of a base, and if they're gonna be at your place more than theirs they should at least pay some of your bills. They freeze. Johnny nearly jumps for joy, grabbing your face and kissing you,
"Smart fuckin girl. 'N' if we're paying 'er bills, might as weel move in aye?"
That is not what you meant.
"Who knows, maybe it'll stop them from trying to drag 'er in the walk-in."
John shrugs. They cannot be entertaining this bullshit.
"Doubt it."
Simon shoots back his glass. There's a pause. They look at each other. Oh my God they are entertaining this bullshit.
"I'll think about it."
Price finishes his drink. They talk like you're not even there. You're horrified. Four men and you. One apartment. Not just any men, them. Maybe this is all some sick joke.
"You can always say no."
Simon kisses you before you hop out his car. You're not sure if you believe that. Your phone buzzed in the middle of the night, it's the group chat. Soap sends a link to a three bedroom flat,
Thoughts?
Three dots pop up.
Ok.
Simon replies. That's the only they blessing needed to move forward.
Hectic does not describe the move-in process, there are arguments on who's furniture gets moved in, who sleeps where, who gets to use which bathroom. Eventually there was a vote held (not that it mattered, John always had final say).
Anything big enough to accommodate the five of you was moved in. There would be a bed rotation, making sure no one slept with Ghost and Soap at the same time (and if everyone got tired of their shit, there's three beds for a reason.) Gaz and Soap shared a bathroom upstairs, you shared the one downstairs with Ghost and Price (this made sure you and Kyle had enough space for both your skincare products.)
You barely wore your own clothes anymore; with a closet full of clothes that were comfy and looked good on you, why bother? All your love languages included physical touch, so at any given moment, someone was touching somebody in the house. Lots of shared showers to "save water". Simon mostly cooks with the occasional help of you or Johnny. Sunday roast meant the kitchen was off limits for everyone except Simon, God help anyone who even tries to step foot in his territory.
Holidays are chaotic, always loud with a lot of drinking. And sex. Your first Christmas together was particularly memorable. Of course everyone got gifts that they treasured, including you. But you didn't know what to get Simon. Of course he was the type to say he didn't want anything but, that wasn't right. He opened his gift from you, he stared at it, said a simple thank you and slid it into his pocket. There's a game of poker being played in the living room after gifts are opened. Simon leaves to the bedroom,
"M tired."
Everyone else says goodnight, too enraptured by the game. While there's an argument about Johnny's shuffling, you walk to the bedroom. There he is, cranking the little handle on the wooden music box you gave him; it played Danny boy, wasn't bigger than the palm of your hand, and had an engraving on the inside lid.
"It's the words on the first hoodie you gave me."
"Mhm. Didn't have to get me anything."
He says, still turning the handle. Avoiding eye contact. You sit next to him.
"Don't know if you know how much you mean to me, promise I'll show you though."
His voice the softest you've ever heard. He tucks the box back into his pocket. A quick kiss to your forehead before walking back to the living room with you. This was one of the many holidays Simon didn't have to spend alone anymore.
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