#and i thought it was funny - though usually not intentionally

[sleepymarimo]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥!

read cw! summary: how the straw hat pirates treat you, a free use member of the crew pairing: straw hat crew x afab!reader, appropriate characters only ofc! cw: mdni, free use, multiple partners, vaginal sex, oral (m! and f! recieving), creampies, fingering, handjobs, groping, sex machines, voyeurism, exhibitionism, mutual masturbation, bondage an: this shit rated... porn. yes im sorry this is posted so late pls forgive me guys i love y'all wc: 2.8k+ for kinktober '23!

𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘, as hyper and excitable as he is, doesn't fuck you as often as you thought he would. no, the captain can't say that he's particularly interested in sex.

however, what he loves to do, nearly everyday, is grope you. his hands always scramble to squeeze at your tits or ass, your tummy or thighs, and he'll do it at almost any time of day. when it came to this whole arrangement between you and the crew, he appeared to be the most shameless.

his rubber limbs seemed to sneak up on you at the most random times of day, his head poking out from around a corner and giving you a cheeky smile.

when he does use you for more than a grope or touch, it's always fun- a mutual experience that, more often than not, leaves you both laughing.

is willing to share! if he sees you busy with someone else, he'll interrupt without thought, be it with a smack to your ass or squeeze of your breasts

sometimes he'll let you wear the hat, usually if he's in a particularly good mood

sweet, fun and spontaneous. doesn't really mark you up, intentionally anyway, nor is he ever too rough. he'll make jokes, stretch in odd ways and makes sure you always have a smile on your face

an unintentional exhibitionist. he'll grope and fuck you anywhere, thinking it's funny watching people catch you. he's been yelled at by nami for it, though

finishes everywhere and anywhere, usually getting too caught up in the moment to really care. he's messy, not thinking twice about cumming on your face, in your mouth or on your breasts

likes overstimulating you, pushing you to your limits for the sake of fun

foreplay is not the best. sometimes he just gets too excited and uses his saliva to prep you. aftercare is a lot better! he'll get cuddly and bring snacks, becoming quite clingy with you

at first, 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎 doesn't really take advantage of the free use arrangement. he's rather indifferent about it, perhaps not seeing the appeal.

that all changes after a battle that was much too close, his adrenaline running high. he throws you over his shoulder, harshly tossing you onto the bed and working to get his clothes off while growling at you to get on all fours.

he briefly remembers overhearing you talk to the girls about your times with sanji, and he makes it a mission to outdo the cook in any way he can.

you never know when he'll strike, but when you're standing on the deck and suddenly feel goosebumps rising on your skin, you know just to bend over

acknowledges that you're up for free use, but he's selfish. if he gets the urge and you happen to be with someone else, he'll most likely huff out an 'oi, move over' and get to it. usually though, he prefers to have you to himself, with your attention only on him

after a session with zoro, you'll likely be leaving with bites and bruises. he knows sanji's 'schedule' with you and intentionally fucks you beforehand, wanting to piss off the cook by leaving marks on you

had to be educated on foreplay! the others got mad at him when he put you out of commission for a few days, since he didn't prep you enough. could also use some work with aftercare, since he usually falls asleep

more than okay with taking advantage of the agreement in the sense that he allows himself to be a little bossy, as if it were a transaction (which it kind of is...)

lots of orders and quick commands. a deal is a deal, and he doesn't really build some sort of special attachment with you (like a certain cook will)

finishes in you or on your ass without fail. is pretty smug about it, mostly because he knows that the cook is going to be licking it up from you later

difficult to predict when he'll need you. could be a few times a day or twice a week or once a month. more likely to engage if he's drunk, just had a battle or if he knows sanji is near

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 has a pretty regular schedule when it comes to using you. with what she has to deal with on the ship, she wants nothing more than to plop onto bed, spread her legs and have you eat her out.

she doesn't hesitate to give you orders, somehow doing it in a way that's so sweet that you forget she's simply using you to get off. like luffy, shes also pretty big on groping, or at least, more than you'd expect.

a lot of 'innocent' touches. soft and curious pokes to your ass as you walk by. maybe a squeeze of your tits while the two of you hugged.

she's a touchy woman, up for cuddling and keeping you in the girl's cabin. nami knows the effect she has on you, using it to her advantage. when her cunning hands, she'll feel you up and give you compliments in that sultry tone of hers- the one she uses to get what she wants.

not a fan of sharing, especially with the guys. she is, however, more than willing to share with robin. with the three of you in the girl's quarters, things get pretty intense

very much a tease! she gets you worked up with the lightest of touches until you're begging her for more. nami makes you work for it

the navigator doesn't mind getting messy. she'll finger you, coax you into sucking them dry, then do it all over again. she likes spreading your wetness around, making a point to tease you about how excited you are

'better than all those dirty boys, right?'

head pusher and hair puller. when you're giving her oral, she isn't shy about letting you know what she wants

she likes being treated like a queen, obviously. nami feels high and mighty when you eat her out two or three times in a row, but when she sees how desperate you are for release, she starts coddling you and is quick to return the favor

is the first one to make you squirt, putting the guys to shame

nami is a busy woman. she mostly has you eat her out when she's stressed during the day, cuddles for a bit, then gets back to it. better with foreplay than she is with aftercare, but its fantastic all around

always seeming to hesitate would be 𝐔𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐏, who thinks that for some reason, you'll say no to his advances. even after weeks of the arrangement being in place, he'll always ask if what he does is okay.

he’s so so sweet! he touches you like it’s the first time, every time. the sniper is prone to getting heavy bouts of confidence though! with shaky breaths, he’d ask you if he made you feel better than your captain. hell, he loves it when you call him captain.

when he does find it in him to be brave, he always manages to surprise you. he creates all sorts of contraptions, with sex being lighthearted and fun as you go through his projects together.

loves to restrain you, to feel like he has control of you. you help him grow more comfortable and confident, which he appreciates. plus, he gets to let out that pervy side of him that he usually tucks away.

reluctant to share, mostly because he doesn't want to be outdone. however, he and luffy sometimes team up to give you quite the fun experience. lots of jokes and just a hint of playful competitiveness, all of which leave you nothing short of satiated

uses you on a weekly basis, but cozies up to you nearly everyday. he makes jokes about what he has in store for you, making promises of pleasure that leave your stomach in knots

an unintentional marker. might spank you too hard or leave a bruise, which makes him wheeze in embarrassment before he feels a swell of pride. a sort of 'i did that?!' to 'oh… i did that'

ties you up in all sorts of ways

he really does get off on your whines and moans. likes when you're loud

loves when you give him head. the control he has, combined with your sole focus on him, drives him crazy

the sound of you gagging on his cock turns him on more than he'd ever admit. he'll get a confidence burst and start to be more rough

loves finishing down your throat. he feels so confident and cocky, but as soon as he cums he's nervously asking if you're okay

good with foreplay and even better with aftercare… worries about your well-being and shows his gratitude toward you and your willingness to participate. tells you stories after you're all done, lulling you to sleep

when the arrangement was finalized, 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈 was one of the first to take advantage of it. nearly every day he indulges in the sweetness you offer. eating you out is a must! even though sanji is aware that this is just an agreement of sorts, it doesn't stop him from growing a little more attached to you.

sex with him is all encompassing and intense in the softest way possible. he does a good job of making you feel prioritized and wanted, beyond the scope of the free use deal. he's more attentive to your desires and how you want to get fucked on any given day.

truthfully, he's just happy to be able to serve you. funny enough, he tries to be respectful when it comes to groping you around the ship or in public. while luffy might be shameless in how he touches you, sanji does not want to make you uncomfortable or taint the 'lady-like' image he has of you.

he sees you as a meal which must be savored, after all.

sanji prefers more intimate sex, even if it's just an agreement. for this reason, he's not huge on sharing.

sometimes though, while he's getting hot and heavy with you, zoro will just barge in and remind the cook that you're free use, before just… joining

gets pissed off when he spreads your legs and sees zoro's cum leaking out of you. it doesn't stop him from lapping up each drop though, since nothing could keep him from that pussy of yours

sanji uses you on the daily. the cook's appetite is insatiable, but he always makes sure to prioritize your comfort and pleasure

such a sweet talker, swirling his tongue over your clit and insisting that you're the most precious person on the ship

likes leaving subtle marks on your body, on more intimate areas that you'll forget about until you're alone.

the spot below your ear, the insides of your thighs, the delicate skin of your wrist… he thinks that smaller bites and marks have their own charm. big ol' bruises on your collarbone or neck just seem so brutish!

finishes wherever you want him to. there are moments where he'll beg to cum inside your cunt, though. you gladly let him do so.

aftercare king. any food you want is yours. he'll draw a bath for you and eat you out one last time for good measure. gets irritated when he sees the others being too rough with you

miss 𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍 is a force to be reckoned with. it takes her a few days before she has her first session with you, not because she was hesitant, but because she was waiting. watching.

she can play the long game, reading your cues and how you behave after having sex with other members of the crew. once she's sure she can break you down, she takes you. sex with robin is always a dizzying experience, almost unreal. between the many hands caressing you all over, and that cat-like gaze of hers, it's hard not to lose yourself.

very much a dominant lover, though whether she's soft or mean depends on her mood. regardless, she takes pleasure in watching you writhe and come undone.

it's a power play, a control she isn't fond of relinquishing.

only shares you with nami, franky and occasionally jinbei (if he's up for it), mostly because they can read the mood and follow her lead

weekly user, perhaps thrice a week if she's feeling up for it. most of the time, she's content to get you worked up for her and her only.

you can try to run off to someone else, but she knows she brings a certain element to the bedroom that no one can match

robin is slow and steady, curling her fingers just right and pulling away when you're about to burst. she's the second member to get you to squirt

she's nice to you in the meanest way possible. a lot of 'my, you're quite excited today' and 'such a sweet little thing'

hands on you and your most sensitive areas at all times. rubbing your clit, twisting your nipples and stroking every inch of skin. it's a full body experience.

does not particularly care for marking you up, physically at least. she leaves her own prints on you, something more soul-binding that goes beyond bruises and bitemarks that are bound to fade

takes care of you well before and after sex. she doesn't really indulge in quickies, only having sex when she knows the two of you will have an extended period of time to really enjoy it

on a more serious note, robin is also the one to explain to chopper what is going on between you and the crew. it does seem odd to the little reindeer, but he makes sure to be ready with contraceptives or pelvic exams when you need them.

𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐘 always has something special whipped up for you. within the first few days of you agreeing to this free use agreement, he indulged in you.

his dirty mind runs free with you and he doesn't hesitate to try out some new toys. thrusting sex machines and vibrating saddles… he has so many prototypes that he loves watching you squirm on.

he's also been able to give himself…upgrades that make things even more interesting. his favorite would be his detachable dick. he'll attach it to machines, watching and feeling as it effortlessly works into you.

he's not shy about such matters, not at all. sex with him is fun and he does a wonderful job of making you feel high-spirited and confident. your enthusiasm feeds into his pervy side.

down to share with anyone, honestly. this cyborg is up for most anything, given that you are, too

has you on the daily, but you never know when. sometimes it's in the morning, other times while you're getting ready for bed. if he's just restocked his cola though, you can expect a round or two

gives you his detachable dick and lets you use it as a dildo, so he can feel your cunt around him even when he's working in the shop

he eats you out and makes it messy. he spits and slurps as if your cunt was cola-flavored

likes getting head the same way. the sight of you with drool lining your lips and chin, mouth stuffed with his dick... he might let out an 'ow!' right then and there

doesn't mark you up intentionally. he just does his thing and makes sure you feel good. if he happens to leave some marks, he doesn't think too much of it

gets a little pissed off when zoro or luffy mark you up too much. he thinks they don't have to be that rough...

enjoys cumming on your chest and breasts. he's a simple man with simple pleasures

big on foreplay, but could work on his aftercare. he likes getting you worked up, likes to see you eager, but afterwards he's just so out of it. usually falls asleep and maybe hooks an arm around you

resident pervert 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 does not hesitate. once the agreement was set into motion, your panties were quick to be snatched up.

the skeleton is a voyeur, preferring to watch as opposed to actively participating. even when you know he's spying on you, you pretend not to notice. whether it's you masturbating or having sex with another member of the crew, you can bet that he's peeping in.

brook is also very much into groping, never missing the opportunity to squeeze your plump flesh when you walk by.

truthfully, he just revels in being a pervert, especially when he knows there aren't any consequences.

up for sharing in the sense that he likes to watch. some members are more okay with it than others

he's scared the living daylights out of usopp, has been threatened by zoro and gotten encouragement from franky. he just laughs though, finding a thrill in getting caught

his eye (sockets?) are on you pretty frequently. at the end of everyday, he'll ask for your panties and pockets them with gusto

it's common for brook to ask for your panties after you're done having sex with someone else. he just thinks it's so naughty!

he'll walk by you and ask you to flash him, losing his mind every time you lift your shirt and show him your breasts

his groping is never hard enough to leave marks. he likes the squishy skin, since he's all bone, so he just has a hand on you and absentmindedly squeezes your breasts like you're a walking stress ball

like he always asks for your panties, he always asks for permission to touch and grope you

one of the most respectful would be 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐈. it takes him a while to settle into the whole arrangement. a part of him did see it as taboo, especially considering that he's a fishman.

however, he realizes that what he asks of you doesn't have to be inherently sexual. that's why, jinbei enjoys having you do mundane tasks for him, all while completely nude. his eyes are never lewd or hungry, but thoughtful as he watches you fold his clothes or make his bunk.

ever the respectful man, he doesn't want to leer at you as if you were an object. things build slowly and intimately between the two of you.

it starts as you wandering around without clothes, then it's mutual masturbation, then eventually he's fucking you.

this fishman prefers to have you to himself. he wants sex to happen in a comfortable atmosphere. it's a calming, almost therapeutic environment that he prefers to navigate you through, without the presence of others

would not mind if robin joined in, seeing as she's mature and would enjoy the vibes

he prefers not to have sex when he knows he's in a bad mood. he doesn't want to let such trivial, emotional matters guide him, but sometimes it's not avoidable, so…

marks come in the form of spanks, red patches on your ass that he's quick to soothe with a rough palm. it's a way for him to get his anger and frustration out, though the next day, once he's calmed down, he's quick to apologize

cumming inside you seems so taboo that he finds himself doing it more than he should. it's a guilty pleasure that he denies himself less and less as time goes on

sex is weekly, sometimes less. he has a fairly good handle on himself and makes it a point not to lose himself in pure lust.

he also very much takes into consideration that you're busy with others, so he doesn't want to overwhelm you

once this little arrangement is finalized, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 never worry about being alone or untended to. they know better than to leave their little free use doll unsatisfied.

when you're sick or unwell, it's everyone's problem. though you're the one being used, you're so protected and well cared for, like their secret treasure.

even if some don't explicitly express their gratitude, anyone can acknowledge that this agreement takes a toll on you in one way or another.

luffy lends you his hat, zoro shares his sake, nami loans you money, usopp makes you trinkets, sanji lets you get first pick on dessert, robin teaches you how to read poneglyphs, franky designs machines for you, brook plays you special tunes and jinbei lets you ride on all the whale sharks you want.

overall, it's a pretty sweet deal!

taglist: @queen-of-elves, @who-the-hockeysticks, @sxhy-town, @flower-hua, @iwannachokeontojifushiguroscock (thank y'all for being patient 🫶)

[i-willstealyourtoes]

hcs for spy, scout, n demo with a gn!reader who seems really harmless, silly, just a goober until blurting out something super unhinged/violent but then just like, keeps insistently acting friendly again (intentionally covering up capacity for actual competence by being cute??)

other details can be whatever you want, went with the mercs i thought would be more interesting with this prompt, hope things are fun for u!!!

Ooo yeah this does seem rlly fun!! I hope I did this one justice :) I decided to make it so Reader is some sort of co-worker (but not a merc), and the violent ideas aren't just for jokes >:)

Spy, Scout + Demo with Cute!Violent!Reader

Spy

At first, he didn't really like you that much when he saw how 'silly' you were

Why would he need any more idiots in his life?

But after a little while, he got used to your light-hearted fun, not necessarily hating you, but not really interacting with you either...

That was, until you started saying things.

Like casual promises of intense violence, followed with something of your usual gleeful attitude

Genuinely concerned for you. Are you??? Okay???

He's not sure if you're trying to prank him, if this is some sort of thing Scout set you up to do or you're just insane. He doesn't like any of those options.

But when he notices that the things you say aren't just weird jokes, he actually becomes a bit interested

Is this how you really are? Some kind of blood-thirsty person that hides behind a mask of smiles?

He starts to wonder if you actually act on these gruesome thoughts

So he decides to subtly test things out, intentionally ruining your day from the sidelines, to see if you'll snap

And eventually, you do, throwing a knife at Scout as he shrieks and runs away after having making fun of you one too many times

After that, he actually kind of likes you, especially since you are more capable of things than he initially thought

He might not be your friend, but he doesn't mind talking to you now, and he finds it amusing when people get shocked/scared when you say something bloody

Scout

Scout initially just thinks you're some cute co-worker he can flirt with

But when you start spouting a violent and unhinged suggestion of getting info out of a man, he freezes in partial amounts of disgust and horror (you know that one face he makes when he sees Zhanna and Soldier naked? Yeah.)

For at least a couple days, he's pretty spooked.

Are you always like this? Did you say it to prank him? Was this just a one time thing?

He might not talk to you for a little bit. He won't ignore you, but you can tell he's a little awkward around you from then on

There's a few ways to get him to be normal again.

Either he watches someone else get spooked and finds it funny, or you help him out with something because of your violent nature

Regardless of which one, he quickly realises that your bloodthirsty attitude is just as you as your cute one

It might still throw him off though, but he won't say much other than a "Dayum, chill (Y/n)!"

Other than that, he actually kind of finds it funny watching other strangers get scared if you say something/threaten them

It's free entertainment !!

He is just a little scared of you though... He definitely would not want to get on your bad side.

Demo

Takes a liking to your silly personality, and the two of you quickly become good friends !!

As for your sudden, random violent sayings?

It depends, really.

Either one: he does a double take and stares at you with furrowed brows and widened eyes

Or two: he doesn't react at all and just accepts it immediately

Even if it's the former, at most you get a simple ".....what?" before he eventually recovers and lets the situation go

Regardless, he actually really appreciates your capacity for violence, it means he doesn't feel pressure to steer from gruesome discussion

Originally, he wouldn't have talked to you about how he blew up a guy to pieces, but now he's happy to share all the disgusting details

Especially since you either find it amusing or have some story yourself

In fact, he might even take you to see his work, if you're down for it :)

Imagine: the two of you sitting on some seats watching as some poor unsuspecting opposite team member walks on a sticky and... you know the rest.

You two become a really good pair, not despite the occasional violent behaviors you possess, but because of them !!

The others might think you're a bit creepy, or even be a little scared of how you can switch between the two personalities, but Demo doesn't mind at all !

[miaoua3]

You're the reason Why I started reading Seventeen fanfics you have an amazing talent and I hope you will become a famous author 💕

I saw part of Joshua's live and the man's voice has the sexiest tone could you write about having phone sex with him and he tells the reader to keep talking

😭😭😭stop this is so sweet, thank you so much for loving my stories so much! i can only hope that i get to be a real author one day❤️

and ofc i can! this sounds so hot, be prepared to change your panties yall

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Stay On The Line

Pairing: bf! joshua x f!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI), phone sex, masturbation, dom-sub tones, voice…kink? ig? lmao, long distance relationship

Notes: 💦💦💦

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a sigh escapes you as you hug the big plushie to your chest, your eyes unfocused as they are looking at the direction of the tv. a cozy blanket is thrown over your body, joshua’s soft pyjamas covering your body as you lay on your side.

as much as you are proud of your boyfriend for doing what he loves, for achieving things that he always wanted to, for following his passion as a singer, you hated it just as much, though you would never tell him that.

it’s been almost two months since your josh went on a world tour, almost two months of late night phone calls and short video calls, two months of hours long unanswered messages and unnecessary apologies.

to say that you miss him is an understatement. sadly, you weren’t able to come with him due to your work.

the thought alone makes you sigh for a hundredth time today, joshua’s smell filling your nostrils. you nuzzle your face further into his pillow.

it’s funny-you always hated sleeping on the right side of the bed, but now, where there’s no joshua on that side of the bed, it brings you indescribable comfort to sleep on his side.

just as you were about to close your eyes in hopes that you can at least meet your boyfriend in the dreamland, your phone rings loudly, making you jump across the bed to reach it.

you immediately press the green button and place the phone on your ear, breathlessly saying “hello?”

joshua’s deep and raspy voice, the kind that is caused by a tiring day, greets you from the other side.

“hi, my love. how are you doing?”

a small smile immediately paints your face at the first notes of his angelic voice, making you snuggle deeper into the sheets.

“im okay, how about you? how was the show? tell me anything, leave no details. i wanna know everything.”

josh chuckles, the kind of chuckle that makes your thighs squeeze unconsciously.

“bossy, i like it. i’m usually the one making the orders in here. it’s a nice change.”

you listen as he tells you everything about today’s day, but not much of it registers in your brain.

he just…he sounds so hot.

the raspiness of his voice, the fact that he’s almost whispering, probably because it’s very late, the way he’s talking slowly, stopping every few words to gather his thoughts.

god, if only he were there.

your eyes close as he’s talking about…something something soonyoung and seungkwan something something fought about…something.

it didn’t matter what he was talking about, all that matters is that it sounds so hot, you unconsciously sigh the longer you rub your thighs together.

joshua’s voice pauses at this, his throat closing up and making it hard for him to swallow. a slow smirk pulls on the corner of his lips, before he asks you with the voice that screams “you are in trouble.”

“still with me baby? or am i just distracting you from what you really need?”

eyes immediately snapping open, you just look straight ahead of you, cheeks burning because you got caught red-handed.

josh just tuts in disapproval, intentionally using his deeper voice as he says “naughty, naughty girl. what am i to do with you?”

biting your lips, you slowly resume to rubbing your thighs together, hand gripping the phone tighter.

god, it’s been entirely too long, and you need him so badly, it pisses you off so much that he’s halfway across the world right at this moment.

“is my girl…touching herself yet? or are you a good girl and waiting for my permission?”

you gasp, hand clutching his pyjama bottoms that you are wearing. whining in desperation, you respond “n-no…wanna be a good girl for you…want you to tell me what to do…”

joshua sighs deeply, a low groan escaping him at the end of it. you hear some shuffling on the other end of the line, before he starts talking again.

“want me to tell you what to do, baby? want to be a good girl for me? then take of your panties, now.”

just as the final word left him, you quickly kicked off the blanket, awkwardly balancing the phone between your shoulder and head as you wiggle around to take off your pants along with your panties, sighing in relief once they’re finally off.

once he hears that the sounds on your end have stopped, he orders you.

“touch yourself for me, give that hungry pussy a little rub.”

your fingers immediately get to it, gathering your wetness on the tips of your fingers before you use them to spread them across your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. your eyes close at the feeling, a little moan flying directly into joshua’s ear.

his hand is also quite busy, palming himself over his black calvin klein’s.

he’s spent, he’s so tired, and he’s been feeling real cranky today. but god, if he doesn’t hear your little moans while you make yourself cum, he will lose it.

“fuck, miss you so much, honey. miss your sweet pussy, sweet sweet mouth. your touch…i wish you were here-fu-uck, wanna fuck you so bad”, he groans, long and guttural, like he’s genuinely dying without you-without your touch.

you moan as your fingers still rub your clit, spreading yourself open, gasping as the cold air hits your wet folds.

“talk to me.” his voice rings out. “tell me what you’d want me to do with you. tell me how you’d want me to fuck you. tell me everything-fuck-wanna hear just how naughty my girl’s thoughts are.”

you hear his elevated breathing, the kind that is clearly because of some movement. he doesn’t need to tell you what he’s doing on the other end of the line-he doesn’t need to tell you that he has his fist wrapped around his cock, pumping it at the thought of you teasing, rubbing and fucking yourself with your fingers.

you feel your cheeks burn as you start talking, almost shy even though he can’t see you.

“i…ah-i want your fingers so bad-want your mouth too-fuck! miss your fingers so-so much i-ah!-i wanna sit on your face-“ you stop yourself for a moment, his groans making you stop breathing for a second.

he’s so hot, and you can’t even see him.

but joshua apparently doesn’t like that you have stopped, immediately warning you.

“i didn’t tell you to stop. keep talking. wanna hear that pretty voice of yours some more.” he stops for a second to exclaim “fuck!” before he continues, this time voice almost begging “please baby, im so close, keep talking to me, wanna cum with you.”

you moan loudly at this, your fingers now fully sliding in and out of you, walls helplessly squeezing around them as you fuck yourself.

“want you to fuck me everywhere-on bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter. fuck-i just want you. come back-come back to me, josh.”

joshua moans, his movements speeding up as he’s chasing his high, hands wrapped so tightly around his dick that it almost hurts.

“fuck, baby, don’t do that to me. want you here with me too. want you here so i can fuck your sweet pussy-ah-over every corner of furniture. want you here so i can-fuck, i just want you here.”

you whine at this, fingers quickly rubbing your clit as you near your orgasm, desperate to feel yourself cum to his voice.

a loud moan flys out of you, your voice desperately warning him “im cumming!”

the only thing joshua tells you in response is “me too, baby. me too.”

as you both are chasing your highs, the only sounds that you let out are moans of each other’s names, desperately calling out for each other.

within seconds, your thighs squeeze around your arm, body spasming as you cum, moaning his name so loudly it rings out in the otherwise quiet room.

joshua isn’t much better, his moans loud as he cums, spilling into his hand and on his stomach, your name sounding so sweet as he says it.

you two lay there for a second, both just breathing as you’re coming down from your highs. the sudden feeling of sadness immediately hits you, the longing you feel for him increasing by tenfold.

it seems that joshua is feeling the same, because he only has the strength to exhale and brokenly say “i’m booking you a ticket for tomorrow. you are coming to me, i don’t care. i need to see you. i can’t do this without you-please, baby. come to me.”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice.

to hell with work and money.

what is all that in comparison to being able to be in his arms again?

[luminique]

besides spending quiet time together in lumina square, i think dragging lighter to fun places to take his mind off things is something else that he secretly enjoys.

you don’t have to have a set plan with him. i think he’d enjoy going with the flow of things as long as it’s with you. watching movies at gravity cinema, eating hot pot together, getting teamilk before doing some shopping for the girls.

there are tons of shops there and lots of things to do. recently, teens in the area have been raving about a new photobooth place in lumina square. it gets really busy during the weekends but lucky for the both of you, it was a relatively chill weekday. it was a normal shop that had a few photobooths and many funny accessories.

you both chose some accessories for yourselves (more like you chose and lighter hesitantly agreed). a pair of heart sunglasses, cat and dog ear headbands, and a huge bangboo plushie. he personally would never do something like this alone but seeing you be so indecisive on which accessories to pick did entertain him.

you walked into one of the booths, the screen displaying clear instructions to make sure you knew where to stand and how to take a photo. lighter was a little awkward at first, he’s not the kind to be good at photos, let alone pose for one intentionally. you decided to wear the heart sunglasses first, thinking that it’d match perfectly with lighter’s usual shades. a middle finger pulling down the shades a little as you looked at the camera and he couldn’t help but laugh at your attempt to imitate him.

he did the same pose as you, wanting to show who the true undefeated champion was. backs toward each other, the camera’s shutter goes off and the first picture was taken. that helped him relax a little, not feeling as nervous or awkward as before. until you wore the headband however….

a fluffy cat ear headband was now on your head as you happily held out the dog ear ones to him. “do i really have to…?” he asked you as he hesitated taking it from you. “mhm! and i’m putting it on you,” you chirped, so eager to have him wear something completely opposite to his cool guy image.

he let out a quiet sigh of defeat. he can’t argue with you to be honest, not when you’re beaming with excitement for him to wear it. he bent down a little, letting you place it on his head. he looked at the display, seeing his reflection in it and immediately turns red. you can see the blush on his face and it was the perfect opportunity for the next photo.

two more photos left. you could almost reach your arms around the big bangboo plushie, lighter followed suit and hugged it too. his hand brushed against your arm as he buried his face into the plushie to hide his embarrassment. you seemed to be having fun though, your laugh becoming a familiar sound followed by the camera shutter.

it’s the final photo, you had to make the most of it. no accessories this time, you wanted to capture a natural moment between the both of you. “finally, just one more,” lighter thought to himself, completely unaware of what plans you had. he was unsure of how to pose, since there was no props now.

you got closer to him, wanting to do a pose that had your faces close to each other. holding his hand in yours, you clicked the button on the screen. he knew his eyes should be on the camera but it was focused on the display, on you specifically. your smile, the way your eyes also showed that happiness. this was fun, you looked cute and he’d only try it again if it was wi-

3, 2, 1, click!

the last picture was taken. just before it did, you turned your face towards him, giving a kiss on his cheek. it was captured perfectly, the surprise on his face was evident even though his sunglasses hid the blush behind them. his mind went blank, not realizing that you were picking up the accessories to return them. the screen instructed you to not leave anything behind and to take the photos outside of the machine. “lighter? hello?” you waved your hand in front of him, he quickly snapped out of it and followed you out of the booth.

two strips of pictures were printed out, all of the photos came out exactly the way you wanted them to. you gave him the other strip and he examined the pictures carefully. he looked like a flustered mess in all of them except the first one. he can’t let anyone see this, especially that last one… but you looked perfect. maybe he shouldn’t fuss over it, instead enjoy the fact that he got to spend time with you. a picture perfect memory he could always look back on when he misses you.

[iinarizaki]

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a day of pampering turns into a little bit more for dabi 😈 tags: 18+, 1.9k, dabi x afab reader, edging, lil bit of overstim, bullying dabi with mama (and a vibrator), pet names (brat/sweetheart/baby), brief oral (f!receiving), we bully dabi he bullies us back, it's all in good fun

What a sight League of Villains member Dabi is spread out on your sheets, a dusky scarred arm thrown over his eyes as his abdomen continuously tenses and relaxes. The occasional grunt and raspy hum are the only other sounds in the room over the wet schlick of your hands working over his pretty cock while you straddle one of his thighs, just hovering over it. 

You’ve never put a label on it but nights of takeout, talks, nursing his wounds, and late night comforts have lead you to a fragile situation where neither of you could really stomach the thought of the other with anybody else…but also not wanting to ruin things with too many feelings.

And there’s also the fact that he’s one of the most wanted villains in Japan currently and you are, well, not that.

There’s a delicate balance. 

“You’re so handsome like this.” You coo, pulling away one slick hand to ghost over his taut inner thigh. His thighs jerk strongly, sensitive and already tuned up from everything else you’ve been doing to him, dragging between your legs to provide brief relief occasionally. 

“Close, ‘m close.” Dabi rasps, a warning and a plea at the same time. 

He likes to come in your mouth, your tongue spread flat and wide against the twitching underside of his cock while his cum slides down your throat. 

Something that you enjoy as well, but something you aren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of just yet today, a streak of wickedness running through you that just grows wider with every sound of pleasure you coax from him.

You pull your hands away just as he starts to hiss, his usually still hips starting to cant up into your touch. Dabi lifts his arm, brilliantly bright blue eyes staring down at you with surprise that shifts into confusion.

“What the hell?” 

You rub your hands over his thighs, up to the jut of his hip bones, mindful of his scars (that you’ve already taken a generous amount of time applying moisturizer to– which is what landed you two here in the first place) purposefully staying away from his painfully hard cock to delight in the other parts of his body and the way he reacts with little twitches and a sudden rumble in his chest. 

“Just feel like teasing you a little.” You say breezily, as if he couldn’t immolate you with a flick of his fingers. 

“Not cute, brat.” Dabi frowns deeper, letting his arm fall to rest above his head on the pillows, the other resting at his side.

Maybe you’re stupid. Truly. For not being very scared of him anymore, barely intimidated when he throws a glare and empty threat your way, but after that time he actually pulled you out of harms way with a derisive ‘don’t just stand there and wait to get hit, idiot’ and a glint of worry in those handsome eyes, you’ve been pretty confident that he wouldn’t intentionally hurt you. 

“You’re such a baby.” You tease as you slide your hand over his cock once, catching your fingers on the piercing that adorns the head of it. “I won’t leave you hanging.” 

Dabi just stares at you as if he’s actively judging your performance now, but the intensity of his judgment paired with how his fluffy black hair sticks up at funny angles against your more ‘normie’ style pillows paints a completely unserious picture. 

Still, though, now you feel the desire to make sure you don’t flop this. Just because he is borderline nice to you most of the time doesn’t mean that the teasing he dishes out is for the fainthearted.  

Your fingers brush over the marred skin of his chest back down to his waist and even further, careful of the staples that help hold his skin together. There’s something about how intimate it feels to get to touch him at all, in a sexual way or just helping him with the daily maintenance of making sure his body doesn’t disintegrate, that makes your chest feel warm. One day you might call it more, but that’s a scary prospect.

Pushing away any thoughts of the big four lettered L word for now, you grab the small vibrator from your night table. You offer him a questioning look, waving the vibrator back and forth in short motions of your wrist. “Trust me?”

“You’re gonna use that on me?” 

“Yeah.”

Barely a beat passes before a curious smirk tugs at his lips, staples pulling with the movement.

“Yeah, sure. Always wondered what that felt like anyway.” His tone is nonchalant, but his expression gives away new interest. 

His gaze is heavy on you, anticipatory and eager as you turn it on and start to bring it down towards his groin. But before you just go in for the kill, you let it touch the unscarred parts of his abdomen, his breath catching at how it tickles. He huffs a small chuckle, shifting in place. 

“Sure in a mood tonight, aren’t ya?” He rasps, tongue darting out to wet his lips, a flash of silver catching in the low light across the room at your desk before he closes his mouth again. 

You shrug, vibrator traveling lower and lower, now over his hips as Dabi does his best to stay still and pretend it doesn’t feel as good as it does yet. “You’ve just got me feeling a little extra wild tonight. I like hearing you moan.” 

Dabi hums thoughtfully, sound twisting into a low curse when you follow the curve around the base of his cock to hold it against his balls. You wrap your unoccupied hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before you apply a little pressure with your thumb just under his cockhead, enchanted by how a trickle of clear pre-cum drips down his tip and he shudders, burying the side of his face into your pillow as he twists his hand into your sheets. 

You flip the vibrator off and pull your hand away from his cock, tugging his taut balls away from his body. The tortured groan he emits from deep in his chest has your underwear well and truly soaked, a persistent ache between your legs that you’ve been ignoring that continues to ramp up. 

He growls your name, one bright blue eye cracked open to glare at you from the pillows. 

You can’t help but laugh. Just a little. 

“Sorry.”

Dabi snorts, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, no, you’re not.” 

“Yeah…I’m not. How does the vibe feel?” 

“Turn it back on and you’ll find out.” He continues to glare, utterly relaxed aside from the rise of his chest and growing frustrated need that his weeping, red cock and expression betray. 

“You look so hot like this.” You purr, ducking down to kiss his scarred pectoral. 

“Getting tortured? That’s sick, y’know.” He scoffs. 

You retort with a scoff of your own. “Says you.” 

Those pretty blue eyes roll.   

“It is hot. Would be hotter if you let me fucking cum.” Dabi complains, staring you down pointedly. 

“Patience is a virtue.” You sagely advise as you keep a watchful eye on him. His breathing has mostly slowed, the slight tension in his abdomen easing and letting you know it’s the right time to finish him. 

Switching tactics, you press the vibrator back to the base of his cock and turn it on, slowly following a prominent vein upward while you squeeze his balls. Dabi groans, a stream of curses falling from his lips as his hips start to cant up. You press it firmly under the head of his cock and he fully bucks, drawing the firmly muscled leg you’ve been hovering over up and accidentally dragging it between your legs firmly, pulling a surprised hum from you when it rubs against your swollen, aching clit. 

“Come for me now, baby.” You coo as he gasps, a sharp raspy bark escaping him when his release hits him hard, warm cum painting up to his chest and scars with ropes of white. 

Continuing to hold the vibrator against the underside of his cock while he rides out his orgasm, he bucks and shudders, rough groans and panted breaths filling the space deliciously as a few rogue spurts continue to spill from him. 

“C’mon, stop, fuck.” Dabi chants as he begins to blindly claw for your naughty hands, quickly approaching overstimulation and tired from a full body massage to start with. 

You relent, switching it off and setting it down near the foot of the bed right behind you before starting to admire your results. The slight flush across the unscarred parts of his cheeks, the cum painting his stomach, the glassiness to his pretty eyes…

“C’mere.” He opens his arms to you, and you crawl up to his side, falling for his trap. 

Dabi kisses you, gently, affectionate and soft for a few passes of his lips before it becomes more insistent, hungry and strong and taking your breath away before he rolls over top of you to cage you underneath him. The cum on his stomach drops down in sticky webs onto your shirt and exposed parts of your stomach from where it has ridden up. 

He pulls away to sit up just long enough to grab your vibrator from where it rests behind him now, returning to you to start pressing brief, distracted kisses to your neck, the staples on his chin occasionally brushing against your skin as he drops lower. 

“What are you planning?” You ask when Dabi reaches your chest, a slight feeling of dread mixed with excitement resting under your ribs. 

From experience, you may not be out of bed for the next day depending on how ~serious~ he just took your little game. 

“Just feel like teasing you a little.” Dabi smiles ever so menacingly, a wicked sparkle in his eye as he pushes a hand between your legs to stroke over your cunt through your soaked underwear. “You’re dripping.” 

And cooked. Utterly cooked. 

“You’re hot when you come. Sue me.” You state indignantly, staring up at the ceiling now, eyes widening when you feel a flash of heat and look back down to see your underwear in ashes with a smug Dabi. “Did you just burn my underwear?” 

Wasn’t even a question you needed to ask, the smell of burnt fabric in the air and the ashes across your hips confirm that, but it’s the ridiculousness of it all that needs a quick confirmation.  

“You don’t need it.” He says dismissively as he drops down and flicks the vibrator on. Fire already licks up your spine, electricity thrumming through your veins the closer his mouth gets to your cunt. 

Wasting no time, Dabi presses the vibrator to your clit at the same moment he dives into your folds with his tongue, putting the silver piercing in the middle of his tongue to good use. Immediately overwhelmed, your back arches and you scramble to find an anchor by threading your hand into his inky hair. 

With methodical, nearly surgical precision, he remembers and hits all the spots that he knows drive you insane, your climax coming fast and hard when he suddenly pulls your vibrator away. And then he stops eating you out like a man starved, only gently circling his thumb around your clit.  

“Bro.” You protest quietly, the sudden loss of almost all stimulation ruining it in an instant as it fizzles out. 

“What, bro?” 

“I was so close.” 

“Sweetheart,” Dabi says with a mocking rasp and a bright smile, flicking on your vibrator. "We're only getting started.”

[lovemiraamira]

The Revenge List // Ellie W.

Chapter One - The Wedding List

hello there beautiful people!! the prologue got significantly less traction than the introduction, and i think it might be the lack of the smut tag lmao… i’m not gonna put it on ones that don’t have smut however because i don’t wanna disappoint people looking for that. there will be some soon though! btw this is all written in lowercase, which is the usual writing habit i have. you’ll learn i’m a sucker for using song lyrics to orchestrate pieces of writing, so the first chapter of this is titled and built off of the first half (intentionally) of the song that inspired this fanfic! hope it is enjoyed <3

warnings: much angst, descriptions of gore, pure shock, things along those lines, (i will probably only proofread these every few chapters — i plan for there to be 12 — so it has not been proofread)

“no i’ll never give the hunt up, and i won’t muck it up”

“your ‘something blue’ is here, dear.” your mother says. she steps towards you, holding a shining silver broach, with blue gems. it is in the shape of a bluebird; it is small, fragile, and perfect for the side of your dress. she didn’t know it, but her gift meant a lot to you. in a couple hours, you will be that bluebird. your freedom in the hands of the only friend you’ve ever had. you smile at her sweetly, “thank you, mama.”

a small sting of nervousness pits in your chest. you have a weird feeling that you cannot describe, but you can only connect it to the chances your parents have caught onto you and luca, which were low with how well you had thought out this ordeal.

“somehow this is it, i knew. maybe fate wants you dead too.”

you look like nothing short of a princess. your parents had chosen for your dress to have sheer sleeves for the sake of modesty, but you wouldn’t complain about a damn decision they made for you any longer. you’d take it, because it was almost over. it was almost over.

there is a small silver cross dangling from your bouquet. blue petals of narcissus mix with the gorgeous bloom of white myrtles. a single blue primrose graces the middle of the assorted mix. you bring it up to your nose and take a hazy whiff of the scent of those flowers. it only sharpens the feeling you had even more. as you’re engulfed in that funny feeling, your mother pokes you slightly as she puts the broach on the sash-like part of your skirt. “ouch!” you whipser.

“my apologies, sweetheart…” she mutters, voiced filled with saccharine. you stare dead into her fresh pearl eyes, and this time the iridescence does not disturb you. “it’s fine, mama.” you say with a small smile plastering your shiny lips. this was the moment she knew something had changed within you.

“are you nervous?” she asks, and you simply nod. your mother gets up from her knees and brings her lips to dawn a feathery kiss on your temple. “don’t be. you’ve known luca since diapers, we’ve always known this would be the boy you’d marry.”

her emphasis on boy did irritate you, but you didn’t think twice about it. remember. you are that bluebird, and your freedom flight is a couple human steps away.

“we’ve come together in the very same room. and i’m coming for you”

you struggle only a little bit in walking in those heels as you move towards your father. two of your cousins help carry and place the train of your dress.

“well aren’t you beautiful. gotta say im sad i didn’t get to see you in your allegiance attire, but i would’ve missed those pretty eyes… having them replaced with white and all.” he places a hand on your lower back and your face visibly drops.

“i’m almost a married woman, dad. it’s disrespectful to talk about the allegiance ceremony stuff here, isn’t it?” you state, briskly attempting to look away from him. he redirects your face, and declares that “it is only fair for your papa to be sad letting his baby bird go, isn’t it? i should get to reminisce on what could have been…”

“alright, dad.” you frustratingly sigh out. you keep telling yourself it is almost over. almost. over.

“do you think i’d ever let you… get away with it,, huh?”

he removes his hand from your back and instead grabs your hand. “you’re all grown up. its bittersweet to see.”

yet again, your fathers touch has scorched an uncomfortable flame in your stomach. you have to whisper just quiet enough so that he would not notice, “it’s almost over.”

and you take your first steps from under the pretty canopy, hearing the bells ring and the pianist begin to play.

“he swooned in warm maroon”

as soon as you begin to walk the isle, it feels so much more real than you ever thought it could. you immediately make eye contact with luca. his face lights up like a sunshine fresh after rain. before you know it, you’re smiling too. to other people, this was the look of love, romance, a beautiful marriage waiting to occur. to you and luca, this was sweet and hopeful victory.

every hit of the ivory keys slowed with the moment and your steps feel long and staggered. this is happening so fast and so slow for you at the same time and the adrenaline surges inside you until you’re damn near dizzy. you look at all the guests as you past — momentarily — but your vision always makes its way back to luca’s.

you feel your wings strain under your skin. you can even feel the splitting of your shoulder blades as they push through. you swear if you looked back you could see those big blue wings preparing for flight behind you; heavy feathered and new.

“theres gas in your barrel, and im flooded with doom.”

luca immediately matches your giddy smile once you let go of your father’s hands and meet him at the altar. this is when the ceremony really begins for you. “hello there gorgeous” he whispers.

“hey luca” you whipser back. both of you were so ready to say your vows.

“may i go first?” you ask immediately when you’re prompted the idea. your family thinks this is untraditional for them and that the man should go first, always, but the priest lets you stand on your indifference.

“luca,” it starts, and those in the crowd even shortly gasp at the suspense and sincerity.

“since diapers you’ve been the only person i’ve dared to trust. you taught me how to tie my shoes. how to use a microwave. how to hoola-hoop. when our parents would get on you for “watching my girl shows” you’d refuse their offers at other things just to support me in whatever i would do. you have been with me almost every single day of my life, and now you’ll be with me for the rest of them all. we never judged each other if not for the benefit of change. you’ve looked at me through raw, and unconditional lenses, and would never fold me to be in “your image” but rather made me feel like it was okay to improve without running from insecurity. and for that, i love you and will always love you. you and your contagious laugh, silly crooked nose, those big dopey glasses you wore in 5th grade. all of it. i admire the conversations we have, even the ones we have without a single word. the things we do and don’t even have to talk about. everything you have ever blessed me with in life, i promise to give back to you, tenfold.”

tears stream down his face, but you know luca, and they aren’t all happy. why?

“luca, your vows.” the priest says. motioning his hand towards luca’s paper in his sleeve.

he pulls it out and begins. “you… unique, universes-worth, and beautiful human being.”

“when we were kids i remember always watching you fall. you’d be so clumsy. fall and fall and fall again, but the only way you managed to repeat it is with the fact that you always got right back up.

you were never made for the life you were given. you were made to soar, up with the planes and even the rocket ships. your legs were never good for you. you run like you’ve got wings to pull you up when you’re about to fall. and i’ve loved you and those wings since the day i knew what love was.”

love, yeah. like you guys were best friends. you were best friends, right? he’s loved you like a best friend… right?

but something tells you this time he means it differently.

“even though i know you were made for the sky, with another bird like you”

you begin to realize what he means. with another girl, like you.

“i watched you stick on the ground with me and wished it was by your own will.”

the crowd sits confused, but you know exactly what he means, and you feel like throwing up.

“truth is, i’ve wanted to marry you for a long time. you’ve got that glare that can burn holes through people, and it’s a pain i’ve learned only i am strong enough to enjoy so far. i cherish every moment you’re on the ground with me, selfishly enough, bracing myself to be more proud than fearful when you spread your wings and head for the sky. i love you no matter if its your legs or you’re wings you are using, and that will never change.”

“you’ve made a wake of our honeymoon, and i’m coming for you.”

but what did change, is what was in the air. you’re so stunned by this guilty feeling, and you realize you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. you’re dizzy, looking to the crowd to avoid the look you know luca is giving you; as if none of them exists and it is only you and him at this wedding. he’s looking at you as if you’re the goddess his one-man cult worships and desires. you notice a darkly dressed figure besides more of the kind standing in the back, not even taking seats right in front of them. you have to remind yourself your parents are cult leaders. they’ve got all kinds of shady people at your wedding.

you finally find the courage to turn to luca, and you give him a sickly and bittersweet smile. he gives you, devastatingly, the same. the priest turns to luca.

“do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“i do.” then he turns to you.

“and do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“i do.”

“i now pronounce you husband and wife. you may kiss the bride!”

you’ve kissed luca multiple times, and up until now you’d assume they were experimental for both of you, but now realizing how much it has meant to him every single time you can feel the tears swelling in your eyes. they’re daring to dwell past your waterline. luca looks at you for approval before pulling you by the space just above your waist, and you put your hands at his shoulders. the kiss feels like its over as soon as it starts and the cheers roar in both your ears.

“all of the headlines said ‘passion crime’ ”

your mother stood immediately to clap her hands, and as soon as she could, she yells “let the lovers take a picture! everyone out of the way, out of the way!”

first it is the bridesmaids and best men to leave. the priest himself walks away as well, and the photographer sets up the camera just at the end of the altar and beginning of the isle. you don’t at all notice the shady men you’d seen earlier change their position.

you and luca take a glance at each other then at the planted camera, and flash bright and hopeful smiles. you guys will have so much to talk about later, you think.

“newly-weds, groom shot dead, mystery man, God help the bride”

six men are in a line behind that photographer. no one has time at all to expect the red dot appearing on luca’s head as the camera clicks to focus.

and as soon as it flashed to take the picture, the bullet hits right where it intended to make it.

from that point, everything moved in slow motion. people scatter like ants, everyone disperses but you. no, not you. you drop with luca’s body, right on top. you shuffle in confusion, feeling for every single trace of a pulse even though your heart knows just how over it is.

when you look up, the men were gone.

“she’s a widow all in red, with his red still wet”

you knew you couldn’t have stayed there. dead or alive, that wedding had to be your escape. so you ran away, keeping the picture taken on that awful day in your pocket. now you had the knowledge that those six men were a part of a group against luca’s parents. his mother and father gave you every piece of knowledge you wanted about this faction that you asked for before you left.

“i’ll put him on the wedding list.”

you were going to find each and every one of those men and kill them. but how?

as of now, all you were was a hunger-panged girl walking through the woods miles away from home with a dried bloody nose and clothes you usually wouldn’t ever have to wear. all you could hear is luca’s vows repeating in your head as you walked, and even though eating was nowhere near on your mind, your body ached for sustenance.

“i’ll put him, on the wedding list.”

around a week in, you’re met with a campfire kind of sight… that kept you from believing you’d been walking in some kind of circle. you peak from behind a tree but immediately make contact with bright green eyes, for some reason making your body ache more for food. the smell of the fire brings you back to a life where you had a warm heart and warm blankets to hide you from pain and deceit. the owner of these eyes is immediately defensive of your presence, grabbing their rifle and heading towards the tree that you were behind, but you wouldn’t end up threatening them for long because your eyes flutter shut and you’re slump against the damp bark. luca’s voice takes over your head as you lose consciousness.

“i’ll get him and i will not miss.”

[merakiui]

Ahhhh I’m loving the Skully wave, it’s so funny to see how fast you folded for him, not that I’m complaining tho (thankfully he’s nothing like Gojo) He just fits into so many thoughts that are basically either him matching your freak or out freaking you.

Incoming ramble but Ik we talked about prisoner Floyd but what about prisoner Skully? Unlike Floyd, Skully isn’t that intimidating but acc fairly easy to talk to, at least when you first meet him. Torn between Skully being a perceived as a petty criminal, even on paper, but is acc a master manipulator; his story goes that he was a lonely kid and unfortunately got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and was forced to go along with their schemes, and was ultimately arrested and found guilty by association but recurved a lighter punishment, but in reality he manipulated those fools and got a slap on the wrist compared to them. Orrrr going a more simpler route and having him just being regarded as a dangerous criminal from the get go. Maybe you’re a prison nurse and it’s become such a common site to see him brought onto the medical unit all bloody and bartered, yet still maintaining his strange but otherwise pleasant demeanour, so much so that you wonder what he did to end up in prison; you prefer not to read up on your patient’s crimes so that you may not develop any biases that may affect your work. But with Skully your conflicted with “trusting” what he says, and what everyone else, including your gut, is telling you that’s a bad idea.

There’s definitely horny thoughts somewhere here but I got too caught up in the idea and the specifics…as another anon has said work your magic

I folded so quickly for him it’s almost embarrassing, but I simply can’t resist his whimsical charms. He’s so silly goose cutie pie. <3 my most beloved!!! \(//∇//)\

Now as for prisoner Skully…….. >:) ooohhh,, I love the idea of Skully being underestimated solely because he’s so polite and outgoing when interacting with the other officers and prisoners. And he has such a kind face! There’s no way someone like him could ever commit a heinous crime, right? But his sentencing doesn’t lie, nor does the prison jumpsuit he wears.

Every time he comes to you, battered and bloody, he takes your hand in his bruised one and kisses the top of it, calling you all manner of wonderful endearments. He’s particularly fond of calling you “my lovely.” He’s definitely a…unique prisoner. He’s usually on such good behavior, too. It’s the other prisoners who rough him up on account of his being “too creepy.” Though Skully’s smile is sincere, you have to wonder how such a cordial man managed to unnerve so many prisoners. ^^;;; perhaps a dark side you’ve yet to see?

Horny thoughts…… something something Skully somehow manages to drug you on one of his many infirmary visits. Maybe you’re in a secluded room and he’s swiped the muscle relaxant intended for his injuries and used it on you so you’re weak and pliable for him. >:) AAAA but there’s also the idea of Skully intentionally harming himself just so he has a reason to visit you. Perhaps blaming his rough state on those prisoners. They just don’t understand him. :( they’re always hurting him. And you feel just a little bad. He reminds you of a kicked puppy when he’s like this, but that same seemingly weak, defenseless kicked puppy is drugging you and shutting the curtain to the infirmary bed so he can lay you down and have his way with you. :) that’s the best cure, after all.

And then, if he’s just a dangerous criminal from the beginning, perhaps serial killer Skully on death row and he’s really excited for his execution date. Or he was until he fell in love with you and now he doesn’t want death to separate the two of you. >_<

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

A skilled spy targets you, an elusive, guarded figure at a dimly lit bar, determined to break through your indifference and uncover the secrets you hold, all while drawing you into a dangerous and intoxicating game of cat and mouse.

The dimly lit bar hums with the low murmur of conversations, clinking glasses, and soft jazz playing from performers on stage. The air smells faintly of expensive cigars and aged whiskey, a sharp contrast to the calm, cool demeanor you present as you sit at the bar. Your gaze flits between the patrons, but never rests on anyone long enough to give them a sense of importance.

You're alone tonight, aren't you? Funny, you seem like the type who always has someone with you—someone important. But no, tonight you’re here by yourself, and that’s just fine.

He notices you the moment he steps inside. It's impossible not to. The way you carry yourself, the air of elegance, the faint yet unmistakable hint of danger about you. His target. You’re always so careful, so guarded, and that makes it even more thrilling.

He moves through the crowd like a shadow, unnoticed by most, until he slides into the seat next to you. His eyes narrow, studying you. His smile is controlled, calculated. He’s already put together a dozen scenarios in his head, all of them ending with you in his arms, or better yet, kneeling before him, giving him all the secrets he needs for his mission.

“Hey there,” he says smoothly, his voice a low, rich baritone. “You look like you're lost in thought.”

You don’t look at him, not even a glance. Your attention remains on the half-drunk glass of whiskey in front of you. He can’t tell if you’re ignoring him intentionally or if you just haven’t noticed him yet, but either way, it doesn’t matter.

He leans closer, his body just a little too close for comfort. His breath warm on your ear. “I don’t usually see someone like you in places like this. Are you hiding from someone, or are you just enjoying the solitude?”

Still, nothing. You don’t acknowledge him. He watches as you lift your glass, swirling the amber liquid with a gentle twist of your wrist. So you’re playing it cool, huh?

He laughs softly, almost to himself. “You're quite the enigma, aren’t you?”

The silence hangs between you two, thick and suffocating. It should be unbearable, but for him, it's intoxicating. Every moment you ignore him, he feels a strange pull, like something deep inside is awakening. You think you’re in control? He knows your type. Calculating, detached. But he’s more than patient. And this? This is just the beginning.

Minutes pass, and he’s still at your side, his presence undeniable now, though you still don’t turn to face him. He orders another drink for himself, then another. And then another. His eyes, always trained on you, flicker with the kind of intensity most people would never dare to display in public.

Finally, when the air around you both is thick with tension, you set your glass down with a deliberate slowness and turn to him.

“What do you want?” you ask, the first words you've spoken to him all night.

The corner of his lips curls into a grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I want you,” he says simply, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You raise an eyebrow, but don’t reply. You turn away again, reaching for your drink, a subtle dismissal, but it’s too late. The spark of curiosity is in him now, and it won’t be extinguished by your cold indifference.

He chuckles softly, more to himself than to you, the sound low and predatory. “You’re fascinating,” he murmurs. “I thought I could just... observe you. But now, I need to know. What’s your secret?”

At this, your gaze flickers toward him. There’s a flash of something—anger? Disgust? He can’t quite tell, but it doesn't matter. The more you try to dismiss him, the more he becomes enraptured by the game. You can’t resist forever.

Your lips tighten into a thin line. “I don’t have time for your games.”

He leans in, just a fraction closer, until he can almost feel the heat of your body against his. “It’s not a game,” he whispers, his voice soft but laced with something darker.

You blink, and for a brief moment, he thinks he sees something—something that might be fear—or maybe recognition?

But no. You push back from the bar, standing up with an elegant grace that belies the tension radiating off you. “You’re delusional.”

He watches you go, an almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. He’s not worried. Not yet. You think you’re in control, but soon, you’ll see. You’ll see just how far he’s willing to go to get your secrets.

He finishes his drink and stands, following you out of the bar with the silent, careful steps of a predator. He could take you now, if he wanted to. But that would be too easy. No, he wants you to come to him. He’ll make you see that there’s no escape.

My Masterlist

[impishjesters]

Hello it's me again 🤞🏻 do ya think you can do Jax with a so who is like demon/angel who depending on what their doing they change into demon/angel or a mix of both?

Jax with a demon/angel s/o

warning(s): insults (affectionately?), insults (not affectionately) note(s): The non-affectionate insult is someone else, it's not intended to be anyone in specific, though it's not really an insult in my opinion I figured it was fair warning. (I kind of just wanted the situation itself that came with it.) A/N: Ooo nice, its giving Sun/Moon from FNAF, I like that ;D

Jax thinks both appearances are cute (which isn’t saying much, he claims a lot of stuff is cute but at least this sounds more genuine)

It also gives him twice the ammo for pet/nicknames.

“Well, would you look at that? Angels do exist, unfortunate that they look like you though.” (relationship or not, you are not spared, but it’s got less venom than his usual cracks)

“You look like you crawled right outta hell, rough night?” (how flattering Jaxy)

He likes to see what causes you to switch between the two.

So far, being grossly nice to everyone (including him), and kind acts like helping the gang of idiots (yes, including him) usually result in the more angelic-like form.

Partaking in pranks with him or other nefarious things usually results in a more demonic-like form.

However, he is curious if that’s unintentional or something you are willing to choose to do.

Like was that just some weird part of your character in here, or something you consciously could change and it just so happened to be very on-brand?

What does throw him off is that weird hybrid of the two that has popped up on occasion. It’s a little weird to look at but it’s… cool, he guesses.

Jax has stated that if the two of you could dress up for Halloween, he’d wanna be the angel. Which is hilarious because that is the absolute last fuckin thing he is.

If you say that he’ll give you a shit-eating grin and say something like “What are you talking about? I’m as innocent as an angel.”

“If an angel crawled out of hell, sure.”

Out of curiosity, he’s definitely tried to remove your halo from your person to see if it’s permanently attached or not.

If it is he’ll only slightly flinch at the yelp you let out, but if it’s not attached you bet your sweet ass he’ll be plucking it away at random times and probably wearing it like a bracelet.

Which honestly is kind of cute if you think about it, he’s got a little piece of you with him if you’re actually able to part with it.

On top of that, you can definitely annoy him by playing ring toss with his ears. He’ll make it more difficult by moving them at angles that make it harder for the halo to catch.

One time he forgot all about the halo dangling on his ear and someone thought it’d be funny to ask him “what that stupid thing on his ear” was.

He’s annoyed because he was damn well sure he threw the thing back at you. But now he’s also more annoyed that someone brought you into this and called your halo dumb. (they didn’t call it dumb he’s overreacting)

Though realistically he doesn’t care about your halo, he’s just annoyed someone called any part of you dumb (again, nobody said that sweetie), even if it was true—ahem, said affectionately, he’s the only one allowed to call you dumb (affectionately)

In retaliation to subjecting him to the ring toss games, if you have a tail or something as a demon he’ll intentionally step on it. (not often though)

On the topic of tails, he’ll occasionally play with it, though if you have full control of it you’ve definitely tripped him up a couple of times.

[writerblue275]

Heartsteel Ranking: “Scary boyfriend privilege”

(AKA how intimidating they are to people who don’t know them.)

Inspiration: I’ll be honest this is a bit of a random ranking but I thought it would be fun to do and it was!

Champions: Heartsteel

Genre: Ranking

Type: Fluff? This is meant in a funny way.

Tw: Small mention of alcohol (drink responsibly y’all), and swearing (because I do, in fact, have the mouth of a damn sailor.)

List goes least intimidating to most intimidating.

LEAST

Ezreal (One of these days I will do a ranking that doesn’t put him at the bottom! I swear it’s not intentional! 😂)

Let’s be honest no one is shocked he’s here, right? Where else was Ez going to go on this list?? This isn’t a bad thing though! He just gives off such golden retriever energy and it’s amazing and I love him. I want to be at least best friends with HS Ezreal.

Despite the usual happy golden retriever energy, he’s definitely not afraid to tell people off/protect you though. (I feel like he secretly has quite a temper. He’s a Sagittarius after all [love my fellow 🔥 signs WOOT WOOT]. Usually he’s very good about keeping it under control…but if someone [besides you, he absolutely adores you] pushes him too far [ex: by making you uncomfortable]…just see what happens.)

Aphelios

You absolutely have scary boyfriend privilege with Aphelios, but I just can’t rank him higher than any of the other members below. He definitely has that “brooding silent type” down pat, and when he’s wearing his mask, that’s doubled. That air of mystery, baby, he’s got that in SPADES.

We also know he’s tall. Like not Sett, K’Sante, or Yone tall, but he’s got some height on him (unconfirmed 6’). Physically, he’s definitely more intimidating than Ez. Like imagine Phel silently staring daggers at someone. Lmao I’d hate to be whoever pissed him off.

K’Sante

Most of this comes from his height (unconfirmed 6’4”) and the fact he’s one of the gym bros. Like general vibe/personality-wise, I think Phel could be more-intimidating than K’Sante (or even Sett), but have you seen how just MASSIVE K’Sante is? HE CAN CANONICALLY BENCH SETT. Like 😮😮😮

Not to mention I feel like he’d always stick close to you in public, so no one would even dream of trying to do anything to you. (Unless they’re a whole dumbass.) K’Sante genuinely gives me very kind vibes, but he definitely protects those he loves very fiercely.

Sett

Sett is (unconfirmed) 6’7” (at least confirmed the tallest in the group), and JACKED AS HELL. Not to mention “allergic” to sleeves so those arms are out most of the time lmao. Only a fucking moron (or someone who is incredibly drunk) would look at Settrigh and go “oh yeah I am absolutely going to mess with this guy.” RIP that idiot.

He also doesn’t fuck around about the safety of the people he loves. Sett genuinely seems like the sweetest guy (I love this giant, ripped, sewing himbo so fucking much oh my fucking god) but he can/will be intentionally intimidating if it’s necessary to keep you or Ma safe (the two most important figures in his life 🥺). Will walk you home/keep you close to him in crowded situations. He always wants you to feel safe when you’re with him (you absolutely do like how could you not?).

Kayn

So this is based on both appearance and reputation. Obviously Kayn has quite the reputation from his last band (as well as being kicked out of it.) Appearance-wise, he’s not super tall, but he’s tall enough. Not to mention the piercings, tattoos, the fact he’s also in excellent shape (I mean we all saw those abs 😏), has vibrant dyed hair, a very bright red eye, and he is a total metal head. He can also, um, travel through WALLS. (Small detail lol.)

DO I EVEN HAVE TO MENTION RHAAST (even as his stage alter ego)???? Kayn can be pretty impulsive and sometimes acts first, thinks later. (He’s currently working on that with Yone, it’s fine.) Someone would be a damn fool to fuck with him or you. He just gives me very loyal guard dog vibes. (I mean he did wear the damn leash in the mv so….😝)

Yone

There is no one (let me repeat: NO ONE) I’d want to fuck with less than Yone. This man has quintessential resting bitch face (RBF), is like 6’ 2-3” (unconfirmed), in very good shaped (based on the lovely titty window of his outfit. Thank you, Riot designers) and is able to (mostly) wrangle the rest of the group. Also (hella obvious but) HE’S AN INTROVERT (INFJ specifically). People are NOT his thing (fucking MOOD).

Yone is the one who gives the most similar vibes to the TikToks I’ve seen that show cosplayers at Cons with their scarier-dressed friends/partners following behind them keeping them safe. (For Yone, it’s the RBF/air of mystery that really sets the tone.) He gives me such mature gentleman vibes as well. He’s always going to walk you home especially at night, or he’ll stay by your side in a crowd and you are just going to feel really safe with him. Top-tier scary boyfriend privilege right there.

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Ok so the least and most intimidating were extremely obvious to me. It was everyone else in between that made things difficult. This was really fun to write though, even if the concept is a bit silly! 😂

[ciderjacks]

That dunmeshi x taskmaster post has me thinking about who would win. My bets are on Marcille but I think Laios is also an option. Izutsumi is coming dead last but only barely beat by Senshi and I think the teams would be

Chilchuck + Laios + Senshi vs Marcille + Izutsumi

OR

Chilchuck + Laios + Izutsumi vs Marcille + Senshi

I could see Chilchuck coming 3rd or 2nd in series but I couldnt see him winning. I think ranking wise generally the vibes would go:

Prize tasks-

1st- Senshi usually 5 points with what he brings in. I also think he’d be the designated “Greg 100% has a crush on him” contestant. I think Senshi would do terrible but I think they’d get along and he’d be a fan favourite.

2nd- Laios usually 4 points bc he’s crazy and would bring in weird shit. I think his scoring would vary wildly though.

3rd- Chilchuck usually 3 points. He’s practical but I think he’d bring in boring stuff most of the time. I think a few times he’d either get the full 5, and others he’d bring in something no one wants and get a 1.

4th- Marcille usually 2 points. I think she has a screwed idea of what other people are into, and would bring in things that appeal to her and her alone. Like Roisin’s Cardigan.

5th- Izutsumi would bring in trash from her house that girl doesnt give a shit. And then she’d get mad no one wants her trash despite knowing full well its trash.

(More under the cut this just got Long)

Creativity tasks-

1st- Senshi. Look at that one drawing Kui did of them all drawing together. Senshi is a talent and a creative guy, he’d win most of the time especially with any art based task. He’s also calm which I think gives him an edge here.

2nd- Marcille. She’s got the grit and iirc her skills were also decent.

3rd- Chilchuck I don’t know why I just feel it in my soul

4th- Laios.

5th- Izutsumi she’d do something intentionally terrible to troll everyone I think.

Sporty? tasks-

1st- Laios.. yeah.

2nd- Izutsumi and she’s often neck and neck w Laios for 1st.

3rd- Marcille, would do well but would probably be a weird nerd about it in a way that would hinder her more than it helps her.

4th- Chilchuck I think he would suck but I think he’d give it all he has and tbh it would probably be both really funny and also a little depressing to watch.

6th- Senshi, his calmness would Not benefit him here. And he’d try to cheat the system in ways that would frequently see him disqualified.

Those weird overcomplicated menial tasks Alex comes up with in his Jacuzzi-

1st- Chilchuck. He’s a lock pick and for whatever reason I think that would make him really skilled at this sort of task. Something about being used to complicated tedious situations idk.

2nd- Laios bc he’s strange and finds solutions no one else would ever have even thought of. Also lacks shame.

3rd- Marcille I think her commitment to the bit would outweigh her irritation. I think she’s also more “by the books” than people realize. Like even in regards to ancient magic she’s a nerd about it. Remember the mandrakes thing? I think that’s the energy she’d bring and that would sometimes help her but sometimes hurt her depending on the task.

4th- Senshi I think he’d get confused and annoyed fast

5th- Izutsumi would get irritated even faster and I see her as the kind of contestant who gives off the vibe that they have no idea what show theyre on and is taking themselves too seriously.

The “eat this entire watermelon in a minute” style of menial tasks that Alex probably comes up with at the grocery store-

1st- Laios. Come on.

2nd- Izutsumi, she’d get competitive about it.

3rd- Marcille. She’d leave the room to find a knife then get back with like one second to spare and eat a single microscopic bite.

4th- Chilchuck . Fighting for 3rd place with Marcille but I think would be slightly worse than her on average.

5th- Senshi. Takes his time. Too much self respect for this kind of task.

Live tasks-

1st- Marcille, the pressure would motivate her. She’d also celebrate way too hard anytime she won.

2nd- Laios. Would be intimidated by the pressure but would just get quiet and do the task as fast as possible, you wouldn’t even notice until he’s already completed it.

3rd- Chilchuck. I think it depends, sometimes does better than others. Neither intimidated nor motivated by the pressure, used to pressure so would generally do pretty well. I think his old man body would limit him more than anything.

4th- Izutsumi, the pressure would get to her bad and she’d start throwing things at people. Would be really really funny to watch.

5th- Senshi would I think go full David Baddiel during live tasks.

[ilsolefiesta]

random astrological jam

just some absolutely random thoughts I had today while working:

♥ the strongest "mothering mother" I've ever seen is the 4th house Leo Sun with Cancer IC. we all know how lionesses protect their cubs. this quality goes to extremes when one of the most family-oriented signs rules the family house... my aunt has this placement, and she is so passionately devoted to our family. sometimes, she gives me the vibes of Dominic Toretto. we also laugh about how she can change the subject of literally any conversation to her daughter. - the weather is getting worse. - my daughter once became ill during such weather... - wow, his sport skills are amazing. - you know, my daughter used to be a captain of baseball team when she studied at school. - I think there's something wrong with my stomach. - you even have no idea what terrible diarrhea my daughter once had. (her daughter is around 30 already...)

♥ people with strong mutable placements, how often do people tell you that you seem taller than you actually are? or they thought that you were in fact taller than you are?

♥ having Cancer ASC and/or the Moon in the 1st house, along with Scorpio Sun, really creates an "angel in disguise" impression. people with these placements look SO DAMN innocent but then you begin to know them better...

♥ it’s so funny how strong Leo placements can be so obvious in their “godly” self-perception, to the point where you can't even be angry with them. my friend has a Leo stellium (Sun, Mars, Mercury). it was my birthday, so we were planning to have a party at a restaurant. she was the only one who arrived late, and it took her more than 30 minutes after the planned time. and the first thing she said when she arrived wasn’t “happy birthday” or “sorry for being late” etc. it literally was:

- just look at me. I look so damn gorgeous today, don’t you think so?

I thought I was going to die laughing.

♥ aspects of Mercury with Uranus/Chiron can make a person having a rhotacism or some other difficulties with pronunciation. for example, my former classmate and I both struggle with the letter "R" in our speech. however, my Mercury and Uranus form a trine, so people usually don't even notice it unless they are trying to listen for it intentionally. on the contrary, my classmate had a square between them. sometimes it was really hard for people to understand her.

♥ I believe that even though Capricorn ASC people may have other strong placements, they look their best wearing minimalistic clothes. like they are so self-sufficient that the rule "the simpler, the better" works for them 100% of the time.

♥ maybe it has another name in English or I misspelled it somehow (please let me know if you know what it's called). but I haven't seen any articles about Doryphory/Doryphoros and the Charioteer of the Sun in English. however, it's very popular among post-Soviet astrologers.

if you don't know, here's the idea: the Sun is the King, and Doryphory is its supportive power, like a squire. it's the planet that comes before the Sun. check it out. it can, together with the Ascendant, reveal the first impression from you. on the other hand, the planet after the Sun - the Charioteer - can show what you're remembered for in the end.

for example, my Sun is in the 1st house and the first planet behind (clockwise) is my 12th house Mars. I’m always told that I look like self-collected, confident go-getter at first glance. however, Mercury which goes after Sun usually leaves people feeling that I am overthinking and a little nervous. my sister’s Doryphory is Gemini Mercury (harshly squared, however). sometimes it really seems challenging for her to stop talking. she looks like such a chatterbox. however, people usually remember her for her good looks. her Sun is followed by Venus. as for my grandma, her Doryphory is Moon and the Charioteer is Mercury. she is the most prominent example of someone who often says or does something emotionally and then thinks about whether it was the right thing to do or not. Thank you for reading! Have a nice day! Picture credits: Pinterest

[dadsbongos]

Oh my gosh the I GUESS part was so funny cfdjkfd It will always make me so sad that we'll likely never see the later seasons, it would have been SO funny omg How are you btw?? Anything fun you've done/have coming up? Also any random headcanon thoughts about possibly dating both laios and kabru would be as lovely as you <3 -Artemis

i giggle thinking about his snooty fucking "i GUESS" that and calling mika gay for being attracted to him, a man

i was in a bit of a rut the past week or so but i've been getting better, drawing a lot and working on personal writing projects. plan on going out with a fwend on Wednesday :3 and i'm trying to con a hot person into liking me

labru poly hcs below!!

ok to get together with these two is a nightmare though it is worth it!

i can see it being you and kabru chasing laios, being romantic rivals with laios not paying attention to either of you LOL

kabru gets charmed by you after viciously studying you for months on end to try getting a leg up on you and you're just like every other hot-blooded mammal and can agree that kabru's hot

i can see you confessing to laios (because god forbid kabru actually voice his feelings to someone) so kabru is just silently devastated until eventually being absorbed into the relationship

domestic chores were a bit of a battle at first because kabru doesn't maintain his own space and laios can't maintain common spaces bc he doesn't know what everyone else is okay with him tossing out and dishes are a NO for him

but kabru is great at delegating/managing tasks plus he can care for others. so he managed to think out a way for everyone to be happy: kabru does most of the basic chores (dishes, sweeping, dusting), laios does most of the yard work and shopping, and you the laundry/cooking ft. laios as a lil helper while picking up minor tidying (but obvi you guys can share and help as with all relationships yk)

non-negotiable tho you and laios and kabru are all legally obligated to indulging each other's niche interests. you and laios are ears OPEN to kabru's novelizations of world history and current gossip, and you n kabru listen to laios ramble about useless mythos and cryptids factoids

and ofc they listen to you prattle on about your own interests cuz that's love bby <3

when walking outside, laios likes to intentionally try finding cool bugs or dogs and kabru has to wrangle him by the collar of his shirt while you're just there like :) aw bfs

kabru looooves planning dates and doesn't usually like feeling out of the loop or surprised unless its something you three agreed wouldn't be orchestrated by him

blowout arguments are not common in any manner, since kabru's an ace at recognizing/dismantling how you feel and is flexible in asking how to better put your mind at ease

meanwhile laios just HATES fighting and arguments and is not the type to enforce his way of thinking/doing certain things unless it'll actually drive him insane (which is pretty uncommon)

kabru is probably in charge of finances cuz its just less stress for him

laios likes decorating the space but you and kabru have to nyx some of his stranger ideas (a fully functional bigfoot puppet hanging from the ceiling, fresno night crawler figures on the tv stand, etc.)

nautical themed bathroom is a for sure though i'm sorry i'm sorry, laios is white and kabru was raised by milsiril they're just going to have a nautical themed bathroom no matter how you feel about it

i have an idea i want to make a fic but can't find the time: basically the same thing where you n kabru hate each other but get along for laios' sake cuz you're both dating him. until you fuck nasty and bond for realsies <3

[archesphyre]

Hfhrhdghd SEBASTIAN HEADCANONS!!!

-he hates lying on his back bc it reminds him of the experiments, he prefers lying on his side or his stomach.

-he lies down a lot in general, usually coiled up like a snake if he isn't running the shop and is sorting through files, or if he's talking to painter.

-thats also how he sleeps, but not voluntarily. He tends to rely on passing out to sleep, and after a certain point he just gets too tired to move and coils up.

-im just projecting here but I also think he has nightmares only. This is usually caused by stress, and considering he's under a lot of it, it makes sense.

-its not the falling asleep itself that he hates, mainly the nightmares and the time before he falls asleep. After experiments they would lock him in an isolation cell since he would try to attack the other prisoners, and they would leave him alone in the dark with his own thoughts for hours, and that's what he hates.

-he also hates bright lights because it reminds him of the light in the labs

-he can't take really bright light or full darkness so he has a floodlight in his shop

-after his rank was raised to M-RP he was put in a kinda therapy group of other failed experiments

-he used to have four arms(and bc of that he has four of the pec muscles or whatever they're called), but one got cut off in a freak incident with a fan blade when he was trying to fix it. He hates having anything rest on/touch his shoulders or underarms because of this (so like backpack straps and etc). Just anything that would put weight on it.

-he mostly got cut open and shit on his upper half, and hates being touched there, but his snake half is mostly untouched besides scratches and scars

-in my au he almost entirely cut off his tail fin so he can swim properly, but he tends to grapple on to things with his tail and climb and propel himself forward to swim anyway

-he moves similarly on land, but usually sticks closer to the ground if he's trying to move quickly. Otherwise he kinda climbs and hangs off of shelves and stuff

-hes generally very active movement wise, he really likes to climb around and stuff and he likes the freedom of being outside of a tiny space.

-his jaw is split and separates to swallow stuff whole like snakes do.

-he has to eat almost excessively, and has resorted to cannibalism more than once. A proper meal can last him a month or more, though he's less mobile (fatass fish/aff)

-most of his organs are in his snake half

-he intentionally knocked out most of his teeth since they started to crowd his mouth

-he sometimes makes little chirp sounds when he's happy, and acts animalistic when nobody is around every now and again(kinda like a cat lol, just cuz I thought it'd be cute/funny) He also does the snake tongue flicky thingy cuz silly.

- even if he showers he still smells like fish. I just think it's funny. Smelly fucking bastard.

-he likes to chew on things absentmindedly

-he is gay and he is a bottom I'm sorry it's just true

[mookymilksims]

I was accused of being a drama queen and told I should be blocked for starting drama, while the person who said that didn’t even bother to block me themselves.

Then, I started noticing a lot of people who had liked the shady posts about me a month ago suddenly hearting my posts again.

At first, I thought maybe something had happened behind the scenes, causing people to reconsider, even though I’ve been minding my own business and going back to my usual content—without talking about the situation, even privately.

Then, a post I made did pretty well for someone like me, and I saw this narrative being spun around that same time.

I actually planned to spare you all the details because I think this community has a huge misogyny problem that nobody really cares to address, and I wanted the focus to remain on respecting my work, not fueling more drama.

But now, a whole month later, I see the same narrative being pushed again, so let's just clear this up once and for all and move on, yeah?

First of all, this is a bad look. Are you mad because you got blocked? Mad you think I needed you to reblog me immediately? Mad that people took one side of the story but you refuse to share yours because it "doesn’t matter"? Mad that I blocked you before the incident even happened a month ago?

The ccfinds blog in question has never reblogged my work.

For weeks, I tagged them on many of my posts, and they still never reblogged. One of those posts still have the tags on them, as I pointed out over a month ago.

That same blog consistently missed my tags, but never missed the tags of white creators who uploaded the same day as me.

The ccfinds blog has a history of ignoring small creators in general, but especially small creators of color.

It’s funny how they only seem to “find” the tags of small creators of color once those posts have gained enough notes on their own, without any help from the ccfinds blog.

Then, suddenly, they reblog it.

And, suddenly, after I called them out, this blog started reblogging small creators of color a lot faster about a month ago. So much so, it was noticed by the same creators of color this cc finds blog typically ignores. (To make this even clearer: they were suddenly reblogging small creators of color more frequently to make it look like they aren't racist.)

I didn’t even realize this until I asked other small creators of color about it.

This is already KNOWN about you in creator spaces behind the scenes.

So, if you don’t like me, AND despite suddenly reblogging small creators of color (who you typically ignore), you still never reblogged me.

Never. Not once.

After I publicly addressed this, you messaged me claiming you went looking for my tags but couldn’t find them. Well, of course—you couldn’t find them because I had already blocked you.

I only need to be told once that you typically ignore poc. After realizing you were intentionally ignoring me, then poc telling me, you typically ignore them unless their posts do well without you, it's literally all I needed to know.

Let me be clear: I don’t know why you think I should continue tagging you when:

You never reblogged me,

This pattern spanned weeks and several posts,

You were actively reblogging other creators (white creators, to be specific) who uploaded the same day as me.

It’s not about doing it “immediately.” Everyone else I tag gets to it within a week or two, sometimes even days. This was never about timing—it’s the total absence.

The pattern was clear. I noticed it because it was consistent.

I used your tag because it fit my work—it’s an xto3 conversion, and you’re an xto3conversion finds blog, right?

But here’s the thing: other ccfinds blogs? They reblog EVERYONE’S work regardless of popularity. That’s why I respect them the most—they meant it when they said they wanted to support creators.

Your blog doesn’t feel like that. It feels like a table people can’t sit at if the host doesn’t like them. And this isn’t just my experience—other small creators, especially creators of color, have noticed this too.

And as for BelleKenobi... publicly “wondering” what you did wrong, but privately ignoring my message?

A whole month later?

What happened to “touching grass,” sis?

You’re this disgruntled a whole month later?

I directly asked you about it after you made that post—told you to say it with your whole chest—but you ignored it. So why are you acting like you’re still wondering what you did wrong now?

Is this not you ducking me?

You’re wondering. You’re curious. It’s a month later, and you’re still confused. But you had all this time to respond.

Really seems like you’re just acting confused publicly to protect your image.

You see, I cleared you a month ago. I apologized publicly and privately. Then you ran off and made that passive-aggressive post.

Despite knowing you’re still a bully, despite still associating with other bullies in this community, and even after harassing people and laughing about it in a Discord server for everyone to see, I still cleared you from that situation.

Because it was not your blog.

But then you made that shady post, and people saw the real you.

You can’t put that on me because, again, I cleared you from the drama. You inserted yourself back into it when you made that passive-aggressive post.

Even if people didn’t know you to be passive-aggressive or a bully before, they certainly thought so after that post.

You could’ve just kept quiet, or even publicly accepted the apology. Played it off like you were confused—but you messed up your own optics with that post.

Then I wouldn’t have had to mention to everyone that you’ve been a mean girl in this space. You could’ve kept your innocence, but you didn’t.

I was going to let it slide.

I could’ve said, “you’re not the blog, but you’re still a bully, so I don’t care”—but I have something called integrity.

A bully is going to bully, and you would've slipped up anyway.

Everyone would’ve seen it for themselves, whether I said something or not.

Which you did immediately after my apology, by the way.

Now, a whole month later, you're being a hypocrite to the oh-so-kind advice you gave me before?

Chat, is this "touching grass"???

Both of you do not like me. You didn’t before I called this out, you didn’t during, and you don’t now.

So why are you crying about being blocked by someone you don’t like and have never supported?

Does this have anything to do with the fact I’m not canceled? That people didn’t block me in solidarity? That you and all your friends have to like each other's posts now to make it look like you’re still popping? That I still have a YouTube channel and an amazing Discord server? That people still fuck with me? That you no longer have access to me? That I put up a boundary? That I block people who clearly do not like me?

Here’s my advice: block people who don’t like you, instead of searching them up to see if you’re blocked. Then you’ll gain the same peace of mind I have.

[callie-the-creator]

bertholdt dating a deaf reader would include...

sfw. warnings: mentions of bullying.

author’s note: this was posted on my wattpad, so there is no need to worry if you see it there. other than that, there is nothing else to add!

• in all honesty, how it was revealed that you were deaf was a little embarrassing. it happened during the first day of the cadet corps when everyone was being debriefed and publicly humiliated in front of each other because commander shadis wanted to ensure every abled person was morphed into a model soldier. it didn't take long for it to be your turn.

— "sorry, sir! i can't hear you!" shadis, at first, thought you were being a smartass and before he could yell at you some more, you added, "i'm deaf!"

— "then why the hell are you here?!"

• from there, you explained that you wanted to not so much fight for humanity by physically driving the titans back but stay back and help formulate strategies and plans.

• fortunately, shadis was merciful enough to let you stay, though it took some convincing. that and once his superiors heard about your case, they were torn but eventually you were allowed to train with the others. 

• alas, you were completely oblivious to some of the bullying happening behind your back...

• you struggle with communication and social skills, such as simply not understanding a joke that everyone else is laughing at. when that is happening, you usually write down on a piece of paper to ask just what is so funny, but they usually brush you off by either ignoring you, saying "oh, it's nothing", or something of that nature.

• the first few months were hell on earth for you. if anything, you preferred the physical training over anything because that meant you wouldn't have to worry about trying to communicate with any of the other cadets since the same can't be said about sparring or the wasteland excursion training (an exercise where the cadets are split into two groups and make a round trip through the wasteland. they leave the training base at the same time on separate routes, retrieve an object at the checkpoint, and return to base. they exercise aims to test their vigilance in tedious, low-risk situations).

• in terms of bullying, you experienced quite a variety of things. being ostracized, taken advantage of when it came to sparring or other team activities since everyone knew you were at a disadvantage, or people trying to talk to you but you didn't know what they were talking about.

— "can she seriously not hear a thing?"

— "what a weirdo."

— "hey, y/n, can you even speak?"

• bertholdt didn't like how differently everyone was treating you just because you have a disability, it reminded him all too much of his father and the prejudice eldians face from marleyans. so, when he's finally had enough, he steps forward and tells everyone to cut it out. from there, he becomes friends with you and follows you everywhere to help you in any way he can.

— of course, this didn't blow well over with annie or reiner because bertholdt is sympathetic toward the enemy but it's not like they could stop him.

• it's from there where bertholdt did things like open the door for you, carry your things, intentionally pick you to be his partner in sparring so no one else would be rude toward you, try his best to translate things if someone was trying to talk to you (by writing down on a piece of paper).

• obviously, it didn't take long for you to develop feelings for him and the same can be said for bertholdt! ☺️

— he thought you were so sweet and precious...you needed to be protected and although he wasn't the best option for this, he still wanted to do his best to make you feel safe.

• so...within a few weeks, you two started going out! bertholdt couldn't care less about the stares he got— he was used to them— but if you ever pointed it out, he would make up excuses to make it seem like the judgmental glares were aimed toward him and not you. it wasn't like he wasn't used to it already and the last thing he wanted was to see you unhappy.

• a few years went by and close to graduation, shadis gathered everyone to tell them that the government had been working on a way to communicate with the hearing-impaired. sign language. shadis said it would be easier to talk to you that way. many people were against learning it because they thought of it as a waste of their time, saying that they had enough issues learning the specifics of titan killing.

— all in all, the only people that were willing to learn— aside from you— were christa, mikasa, bertholdt, armin, and connie & sasha (even though they can be a bunch of numbskulls at times).

• bertholdt spent many nights trying to perfect his sign language. it sort of pissed off some of the other guys in the cabin because of just how late he would stay up! he can't remember how many times he's accidentally pulled an all-nighter and only knew when he heard the bell for muster.

• when he signed to you the first time during supper, he was so nervous, afraid that he might offend you if he messed up any of the signs but was relieved and proud of himself when you understood him and offered to teach him some more which he gleefully agreed to.

• bertholdt likes that you two have this language that not everyone in the cadet corps can understand, that way he can be cute with you without the other boys knowing and making fun of him for it