#but I’ll give him some baby traits here and there

[smilesrobotlover]

I am in love with your link between Links Hyrule. He's just the cutest, sweetest thing and the character design is immaculate. The details on his wings are so intricate and gorgeous, and I don't care if his hair is "weird," it looks good on him! Every time I read your posts about him, I have to appreciate the amount of thought you put into him, because you have a reason for every decision you made on why he is the way that he is. I'm just soaking it all up over here because that's the stuff.

Fhkdbdkdbdkd thank you so much aaahh 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺 I love Hyrule so much he’s like, my fav boy rn. I put a lot of thought into his story, which is funny cuz his story is the most vague out of all the Links! He’s just my little sgrugly. He’s my baby. I love him sm fr

[alwaysshallow]

Isa baby please can we have ghost be told NO for some work stuff by higher ranked! Reader and him to be like

🤪🤪 why does this make me horny 🤪🤪

You’re mad as hell.

You should say something to him after ordering him to go to your office, you know it. You should address all the things that irritate you right now, but you physically can’t bring yourself to it—not when your desire is to bite into his throat. It’s not leader-ish, it’s not you since you never scream at your team. Yet, you have to clench your fists, so they won’t land on his pretty face.

“Won’t you even look at me?” he asks, and somehow it makes you even more mad at him. A low laugh escapes your mouth, as you shake your head with disbelief. His audacity is fucking insane.

As you look up at him, you can’t help but notice the way he just smirks under that simple balaclava he has. It’s almost arrogant in a way, like he’s completely unfazed by your emotions and what he did.

"You disobeyed my orders," you speak up, slowly, deliberately—it’s the only way of speaking that won’t have you screaming at him. “Then, you proceed to lead the entire team under your command, even if I told you otherwise.”

His brown eyes harden a little, but he’s not less amused, as he takes a step forward in your direction. "I did what I thought fit for the situation," Simon says. Riley’s tone is insistent, not leaving a pole in a discussion; a great leader trait, you'd normally think of it.

But right now, this tone makes you furious because he’s not the leader. He’s someone that should obey, someone that shouldn’t even question your choices on the battlefield since you are the one giving orders. Not him.

“Right. Completely putting people at risk, instead of backing out despite we had everything,” you grit through your teeth. The next words you want to say are tough, so you clean your throat and take a deep breath before actually saying them. “You’re off the mission.”

The atmosphere between you two can be cut with the knife. Not only he doesn’t speak to you for a good minute, but he looks at you with a confused look in his eyes. “What the fuck?”

Of course he’d react this way, you think. Nothing new, nothing surprising—at least not with Simon Riley. “I can’t have you sabotaging my mission because you did something that fit the situation.”

“Sabotaging your mission,” he laughs. You lean against the wall when he takes another few steps in your direction, and you tilt your head at him for a better view. “It fits the situation because ‘m savin’ your bloody ass, colonel.”

“I don’t remember asking for it.” You furrow your eyebrows, trying to calm down. It’s hard enough with being mad at him, but even harder when he's chest to chest proximity, towering over you.

“You don’t have to ask. I’ll do it anyway, whether you want it or not.” He shrugs; for a moment, your words die in your throat.

Whether you want it or not.

You shouldn’t feel so hot and bothered right now. Yet, you can’t really help it, as he leans down to your eye level, so you don’t have to have your chin up anymore.

“Should take you off missions with me, then?” you ask. It’s obvious that the question startles him a bit, as he scoffs.

“You can’t do that, love. Wouldn’t do you any good, would it?”

“As far as I remember, I call the shots. Not you, so I’d be careful.”

He hums, completely ignoring the slight warning in your words; his eyes drop to your lips, like he doesn’t care about anything you said before. “I want to kiss you.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the heat radiating all over your face. “I could have you suspended for insubordination right here, right now, lieutenant, and you think about—”

You don’t get to finish that sentence, as he pulls his balaclava a little over his nose and he pushes his lips into yours. Forceful kiss at first, evolves into the mutual battle of domination; maybe it’s the rank type of thing considering how eagerly you fight, but you can’t do it for long. Not when his hands lands on your hips and your back hits the wall

“I don’t think,” he pants out, his lips still against yours, “that you get how I care about you. You want to piss me off and send me off the mission? Do it. But I’ll be here anyway.”

“I could call the general on you,” you squeak weakly, as he picks you up and sits you on your desk.

“Then fuckin’ do it,” he growls, looking into your eyes—you do not look away, under any circumstances. It would only grow his ego bigger. “No one could protect you like I do. I’m on your command and you like it.”

The evident cockiness in his voice has you trembling, not to mention the lips on your cleavage, as he kisses the skin here. “On my command? You’d do whatever I want you to do?”

He smirks, lazily. “Isn’t that what I just said, love?”

You bite your lip more; it’s gonna be a bloody mess here in a minute, but you can’t care less right now. “Take off the mask,” you say. He tilts his head like a puppy, confused, as his back straightens. “You’re not fucking with me with this thing on.”

And oh, how quickly he throws his balaclava behind him, not even caring about where it lands. It's just your words that get him, the way you're so sure when you say it. It doesn't take him long to get rid of your pants either, kneeling right in front of you.

"'m gonna take," he murmurs to your thigh, gnawing at the skin, "such a good care of you, love. Gonna make this pussy all mine."

It takes one swipe of his tongue to know that he's right.

[darknessisafriend]

Commodus x reader NSFW Headcanons

Since some of you request it, here's some nsfw hc for our favorite emperor. I tried to write it so you could imagine both female or male reader <3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Commodus would get extra cuddly, snuggled against your chest, all soft and quiet. He would remain in the blissful state for a while, simply enjoying feeling your skin against his, your heartbeat slowing down just like your breathing. Often, he would fall asleep almost immediately, he was so sleep deprived that with you he was relaxed enough to finally recover some. If he didn’t fall asleep, he would call for a maid to bring a few snacks and ask for the baths to be ready. Sometimes even carrying you there, so you two could relax your sore muscles/spots; but that would be rare, he was too sleep deprived.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Commodus is a man who, for a long time didn’t really have a favorite body part, it was rather the opposite. He wasn’t that tall for a roman, he had a slight deformity of a shoulder blade, hale lip…that would be until you showed him that these traits made him who he is and was part of his charm. He would grow fond of his hair, thick and curly, soft under your touch, the way you grabbed them when he was between your thighs or the way you caressed them while cuddling. As the body part he prefers with you, it would be your lips, the way you smiled, called his name oh so needily, your tender kisses on his skin.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Commodus would love to make you taste him, watch you lick his fingers covered in his seed, your delighted expression. He would be able to moan from the sight itself, then kiss your lips, tasting how bad you were imprinted by him.

He would also enjoy to cum on your belly, he kinda has a breeding kink, anyway he loves the idea of having an heir, children, a family of his own. He would also feel rather blessed that you want this from him, his babies, his blood, whatever woman or man, that wouldn’t stop him from dreaming.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I’ll give you two! He loves to bottom with men, to be handled, pleasured mercilessly. He likes to keep your undergarments, in a pocket, when he is missing your presence romantically or sexually, he would take it out and close his eyes as he inhaled your scent, burying his nose in your panties.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don’t think Commodus would be thatexperienced actually. He is the kind of boy to brag about past sexual experiences to feel like he belongs, to blend in with people. But in truth, he is speaking about things he heard or read of. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what he is doing, the matter interests him a lot; from the starts he wants to be able to please you the best he can.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Commodus would love it when you ride his face, he would ask it of you almost every time.  He would look at you from below, the way you bit your lower lip as you face fucked him, almost choking him between your thighs, his hands kneading your butt cheeks, humming at your taste, the way your legs trembled as you reached climax.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

The first times of your relationship Commodus would be rather serious, you are the first to give him true attention, he takes that as seriously as the Empire. But he has that boyish spirit; with time he would get more relaxed, loving to tease you throughout the day, edging you during sex, giggling at your whimpers, your helplessness, loving that sweet torture, he only could give you.  Afterwards he would often joke, loving to tickle you as you cuddled.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Commodus would be very well groomed, first, because he is a roman, they had a thing about body hair. So, he would wax his entire body hair when he is not on the field. His hair can be a bit messy though, but it’s usually because he struggles to fall asleep, so he keeps that sleepy look often, disheveled hair and sleepy eyes.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? Romantic or rough/dirty.)

Depends on the mood. I believe he would be very sweet, desperate; he would be the kind of man able to cry after sex. Of course, when things in his life don’t go so smoothly, he would totally go for angry sex, a way to vent, to let go of boundaries, of the mask he wears all day along. He wouldn’t be patient like he is with the Senate, he would take what he wants, without restraints and make a mess out of you.

J = Jack off (Do they masturbate and how often)

Commodus would not masturbate that often, but it does help him to fall asleep after a tense day. Except when he’s been accumulating lack of sleep, he would lose his libido and stay away from anything sexual and would rather require comfort.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Commodus has a huge praise kink, he is craving approval and being told how good he is doing, what a good boy he is. It would greatly participate in his arousal during love making. Sometimes you would praise his sexual skills, but he would also love when you rewarded him for the good things he did during the day, the way he talked to a politician, or a good decision he took.

Also, he rather loves to be dominated because he lives it like guidance, a way to let go of all his responsibilities, all the pressure and just let someone handle it at his place. He would obey your every request and gladly receive a pat on the head after, or the right to bury between your legs.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Commodus loves taking baths, so naturally he would love to enjoy intimacy with you there. Whenever during the day, he could invite you to join him for a warm or refreshing bath. Servants knew he should remain unbothered when you joined him, they didn’t need to see, your moans would be enough of a proof.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you voice your desires for him, what you like about him, what arouses you about him, the way you look at him. He gets very excited by the pleasure you feel during sex, when you call his name, your soft whimpers, when you tell him that when he does this or that it feels so good.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn’t be into humiliation, any reductive play wouldn’t turn him on; it would trigger his insecurities, remind him of the way his family treated him. Commodus needs to be pampered, feel protected and have his safe bubble where he can be vulnerable.

He wouldn’t enjoy hurting you during BDSM play, even if it makes you feel pleasure he would struggle to find pleasure in it, he is the kind to treat you like fragile porcelain, even if dominant and rough sometimes, he wouldn’t like to flog/spank you and such.  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

For oral sex, Commodus would love to give, he is the generous type but most of all he is a taster, he couldn’t get enough of your taste, he never wanted to forget it. The Emperor would be very hungry at that, every time you had sex, he would want to give you oral. Naturally, he wouldn’t be shy about it, his tongue licking your slit, burying in your hole while his nose teased your clit. He would be a quick learner, sensing when one thing pleased you more than another.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Both; depends on his mood, though he wouldn’t stay long on slow pace, passion would take over and so the pace would increase, getting passionate, bestial almost. With time of course he would learn to control himself a little so he could please you better. He would find a liking into being slower, taking his time, memorizing your every breaths, moans, your eyes growing watery and your body more desperate.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Commodus would quite enjoy quickies. First, because he was a very busy man and often got caught up in his projects without seeing time pass. Having quickies would be a good compromise to have a break and dedicate time to you. It wouldn’t be just about that of course, since marrying you, Commodus would find himself needing you more and more, to part from the harshness of his position and dive back into your tender arms, even if for just a few minutes, it would save his sanity.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Like to try new things etc.)

Commodus is a man of great curiosity, he would naturally be up to experimenting in bed, and he was very open minded at that so you could suggest pretty much anything, and he would be up to give it a try. He wouldn’t often take the risk though; he finds comfort he things he knows but from times to times he would get excited about an idea enough to want to try it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His stamina isn’t big, he is so touch starved that he doesn’t need much to reach climax but with small breaks he would be up for a few rounds, in fact he would never grow tired of you, he would be so afraid to lose you someday, afraid to forget you in old age…

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Commodus wouldn’t mind integrating toys into your sexual life, once again he would be curious to try them on you or himself, see how it feels, how different it is from a human body. That is also how he would end up asking you to peg him and that would really be a fun extra, to see him beg for you to thrust deeper as he arched his back. On the opposite, if you were a male lover he would ask to try what a female felt like, with some self-made toy or with a third female sexual partner.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

A LOT. When he would discover how a hand brushing on your lower back or your shoulders could give you goosebumps, he would keep testing. Pushing your boundaries more and more by making you sit on his lap to feel his hardened crotch, his hand slithering under your toga to tease your thighs, whispering lustful words in you ear until you begged him to go in his quarters and give you satisfaction. Of course, he would be into edging as well so getting in the bedroom wouldn’t especially mean instant relief, not until you begged him to be merciful.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Commodus would actually be pretty loud; he would whimper a lot as if he was suffering but in fact he would be under pure bliss. When he was more desperate it would turn into groans that would be slightly high pitched at the end. His noises would be truly addictive.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He is bisexual and enjoys experimenting, sometimes he would ask you to peg him, loving when you stimulated his prostate, giving him immense pleasure. He would love also that by doing so, he was completely at your mercy, his pleasure was yours, the pace, the intensity of your thrusts, your hand around his cock, his deliverance. He would be a controversial emperor but he wouldn’t give a damn, his sexual experimentations wouldn’t define the politician he was.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Rome doesn’t have great lingerie fashion; it is pretty much simple undergarments or nothing. Now, under those undergarments Commodus is rather normal, waxed, not too big or small according to roman standards. However, he has a great butt like marble ass of David Statue.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Rather high, he is very needy of you, for reassurance, to make sure you still desire him, that it is not his imagination tricking him. But it would be also to vent; Commodus has a stressful life, and making love would be the healthiest way for him to get rid of the pressure. You would pretty much make love everyday with, unless he was excessively tired from the day and training.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

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Commodus would instantly fall asleep; he is just exhausted all day along. It would actually prevent him from overthinking at night, he would just collapse from pure pleasure, nuzzled in your arms.

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[moonstruckme]

Hey girl. I saw you were asking for whimsical!reader. The one that you did with James was so cute!!! Could we get another part to that? Also you’re one of my fave authors on here.❤️❤️

Hey babe, so honored! There are so many amazing writers on here, so I really appreciate you taking the time to read my stories :) Thanks for requesting love!

cw: hurt (not direly) animal

James Potter x whimsical!reader ♡ 846 words

“Jamie, do we have any seeds?” James hears you enter through the front door. He turns down the TV to hear you better. 

“Seeds?” he asks. “Like, for gardening? I don’t think so, love.” 

“No, like sunflower seeds.” Your voice fades as you move into the kitchen, cupboard doors opening and closing. “Or actually, kale would do. Can I use some of your kale, please?” 

“What?” He gets up to go to you. “What are you making?” 

James finds you standing in front of the refrigerator, trying to tear open his container of kale with one hand and cradling an alarmingly complaisant-looking bird in the other. 

“Sweetheart,” James says slowly. You tilt your head at him. “Is that a baby bird?” 

“Of course not.” You smile guilelessly, eyelashes kissing at the corners. “Don’t be silly, I know better than to take a baby bird away from its nest. This is a bullfinch. It’s an adult, they’re just small.” 

He nods. “And why’ve you brought it inside, lovie?” 

“Because something’s wrong with it,” you say softly, as if wary of the bird overhearing. “It flew into Mrs. Hutchinson’s window—you know, the older woman down the way? Anyway, it’s alive, but I think it’s in shock or something. See how it’s letting me hold it in my hand?” 

James says that he does. 

“It shouldn’t be doing that,” you finish somberly.

You’re telling him. 

“But I’m fairly sure you’re not supposed to touch wild birds,” he worries, fighting vigorously against the urge to take the thing from your hand. “They carry diseases, don’t they?” 

“I’ll wash my hands.” You finally get the kale open, taking out a few leaves and holding them in front of the bird. “I couldn’t just leave it, Jamie. Mrs. Hutchinson has a cat. What if it had found it all frightened like this?” 

James takes a breath and forces himself to remember that these are the things he loves about you. Though he does prefer when your kinder traits don’t come at the risk of avian disease. 

“It’s not eating,” you fret, watching as the poor thing’s reddish belly pumps with quick, tiny breaths. “Do you think we should give it some water too?” 

“Can’t hurt,” James agrees, grabbing a small dish and filling it from the tap. “Why don’t you bring our little friend outside? We can put this stuff on the ground and see if it’ll eat then.” 

He doesn’t add that despite its equanimous facade, the bird is probably scared shitless sitting in your hand like that. You take to his suggestion happily, leading the way out to James’ small porch. You set the bird down gingerly. James does his best to match your carefulness, placing the little dish of water and a few pieces of kale in front of it. 

“Come on, lovely,” you coo, voice extra soft and sweet for the small creature. 

James’ chest aches at the sound of it. If this bird dies, he’s going to have to arrange a whole funeral for your sake. 

“Let’s give it some space,” he says gently, wrapping his fingers around your waist to encourage you back towards the door. “It might be too scared to eat with us around.” 

You press your lips together as you nod. James nuzzles your hair compassionately. The pair of you sit on his doorstep in silence, you gnawing your lip raw and him reminding himself repeatedly not to hold your hand. After what feels like hours, the bird moves. 

Its head twitches towards where you sit, and then, without even touching the meal you’d set out for it, it flies off. 

Ungrateful prick, James thinks. 

The sigh that leaves you is so loud that he starts to panic before he sees the relief on your face. 

“It’s okay,” you say, not quite teary but looking dangerously close. 

“It is,” James affirms. He’s unable to keep from smiling, you look so adorably thrilled. “It may not have had much appetite, but you saved it, angel.” 

“Did you see the way it looked at us?” You’re awed, looking up at him with huge eyes. “It knew. It could tell we were the ones that helped it.” 

James isn’t sure he can get fully on board with that theory, but he’s not going to burst your bubble. 

“I’m sure it did,” he says, standing and taking your wrists in his hands. You get up too, and James holds your hands out away from you, shouldering open the door to go back inside. 

You follow him gamely. “What are we doing?” 

He leads you over to the sink, forcing you to keep your hands in front of you like a surgeon’s the entire way. “Washing your hands,” he replies. “Don’t need you falling ill from some rare bird disease.”

“I don’t think our friend would have given me any diseases,” you say, though you don’t resist when he holds your hands under the hot water, pumping soap into them. “It liked me, I think.” 

“Oh, I have no doubt it did, sweetheart. But just to be sure.” 

[inkdrinkerworld]

autistic!reader getting overwhelmed/overstimulated at a party w dealer!remus’ friends so remus ditches the party to comfort them (i love your writing sm btw❤️)

You’re not sure what exactly was the tipping point that sent you from mild discomfort to overt discomfort and agitation.

You’re at a party with Remus, sitting in the living room with your phone in your hand as you scrolled through your photos and a couple random apps to pass the time it took Remus to sell to all his friends here.

Usually, you’re good about bringing your ear plugs, and they’d work but even though you don’t have them tonight, you know they’d have been useless.

You can smell an acrid mixture of beer, white rum and weed. You can feel the bass shake you down to your bones and whoever’s sofa this is, it’s the lumpiest thing you’ve ever sat on and the moment you became aware of the lumps there was no use in trying to forget it.

You want to go home but you don’t want to ruin Remus’ night. As inconspicuous as you can, you send him a text.

Going outside to get some air, the smell of alcohol is too much.

Remus texts back, Don’t go out by yourself, I’ll meet you at the door in five minutes.

Maybe you should’ve been clearer, you’re not sure if you can hold out for five minutes.

“You look like someone just told you they imprisoned another orca.” Sirius creeps up on you, making you jump where you’re sitting.

“Sorry, the smell in here is horrid.” Sirius laughs, always having been a fan for your inability to lie. You don’t need to be sheepish around him, come to think of it, none of Remus’ friends mind some of your less than sociable traits.

“Did you phone, Moony? You know he’ll take you home if you aren’t having a good time.”

You shrug, “What if he’s having a good time?”

Sirius doesn’t want to be the one to tell you, because he’s sure you’re somewhat aware already; but Remus could never be having a good time if you weren’t. It’s like your emotions are linked and if you’re not enjoying yourself, Remus will simply rearrange the Earth, till you were.

Sirius is saved from having to give you the rundown, when Remus appears, sponging a kiss to your forehead.

For someone who’s been selling weed and smoking it for as long as he has been, Remus never really smells like that burnt, sweet smell his weed has. He smells like citrus fruit and clove. Spicy and tart.

It grounds you, gives you something else to focus on. Something that’s familiar, fresh and grounding. It settles the itch in your veins and allows you to relax a little.

“Ready to go?” When you look at him, Remus has your bag on his shoulder and your jacket in his hands.

“Home?” You ask, Sirius not even bothering to hide his smile as Remus nods.

“Yeah, figured it was getting a little much. We’ve been here longer than I thought we’d be too.”

It’s just like your boyfriend, to make it so that what you want, to go home, doesn’t seem like it’s being forced on him. In truth, Remus would like to leave too, and he wasn’t lying. He’d only planned for you both to be here an hour or two.

“Are you sure?”

Sirius pats your knee as he leaves, knowing you’re both going to be headed home.

“Positive, dovey. C’mon,” Remus leads you out of the house, watching your shoulders drop as soon as the crisp, cool air of a coming spring fills your lungs. “Put on the sweater, baby. Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

You smile a little to yourself as Remus helps you into the sweater. “Thanks Remmy.”

You’re thanking him for more than just the sweater, but Remus rolls his eyes. He tips your chin up, nose bumping your own before he kisses you.

“Let’s go precious girl, we might be able to stop at that pizza place you like if we hurry.”

[kaciidubs]

Binnie's Baby Bun

❣ Summary: Ever since you announced your pregnancy to your husband, his loving treatment skyrocketed to lengths you never believed were possible. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 797 ❣ Warnings: Husband! Changbin, Pregnant! Reader, pregnancy [early stages], fluff, light implied smut, baby bumps, overall cuteness ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Changbin is referred to as Hubby, Bin, and Binnie, Reader is referred to as Bun, and Bunny ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Ever since you announced your pregnancy to your husband, his loving treatment skyrocketed to lengths you never believed were possible.

Changbin was a lover, he was a supporter, he was a protector, but he was also the softest, kindest, and most careful man you had ever met, and those were just a few of the traits that convinced you that he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

The days after you revealed your pregnancy, he treated you like you were a goddess walking among men; you would’ve thought he was your living servant the way he offered to do everything - and I mean everything - for you.

Not like he didn’t do it already, that is.

The first handful of weeks were met with extra kisses here and there, extra check-ins so he could have a clearer gauge on your comfort, and small things like extra snacks finding their way into your pantry.

But, when your stomach slowly began to grow and the first hints of your baby bump began to show, Binnie mode was in full swing.

Almost every morning you were guaranteed a kiss on the lips, cheek, or forehead, and an extra kiss to the small swell of your belly, paired with a whispered “Good morning, baby.”

Whenever you were together he would always, always, manage to keep a hand on your stomach - if you allowed him, of course - and if he couldn’t keep you close by, he’d always make sure to take a quick ‘baby bump break’ to saddle up beside you and rest the palm of his hand over your belly button.

“Bin, if you’re like this when I’m barely showing, I can only imagine how you’ll be when I'm in full watermelon mode.”

You sat partially sprawled out on the couch of his recording studio, the pillow you were previously laying on now replaced with Changbin’s lap, and his arm reaching down your body to rest his hand over the top of your stomach.

He laughed and leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, “That’s why you have to get used to how I am now, Bun! I know baby bun will.”

“Baby bun?” You hummed, tilting your head to get a better look at him, “So you’re hoping for a girl?”

He shook his head, “Baby bun is just baby bun - girl, boy, I don’t care, as long as they’re healthy and you’re healthy that’s all that matters to me.”

Fresh tears stung at your eyes and you had to fight to push them away, blaming the increased hormones in your body for your sudden sensitivity to his sentiments.

“Alright, break time’s over!” Announcing his leave with his usual loud voice, he helped you get comfortable again before bending down to your eye-level, “Another hour or two and I’ll be done, then we can go get some dinner, deal?”

Smiling, you nodded happily, “Baby bun and I think that’s a great deal.”

Furthermore, in the midst of all of his soft, adoring moments, there were also moments of warm, tender love that had you overwhelmed in the best of ways.

Moments where he would watch you do your nightly routine; silently observing the way his shirt would ride up with each of your movements, revealing a sliver of the bump he would never get enough of, urging him to stand behind you and snake his arms around your waist.

You smiled tiredly at his reflection in the mirror, rubbing the remaining moisturizer onto your cheeks, “Hi, hubby.”

“Hi, bunny,” he replied in kind, pressing a soft kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Melting into his touch with a gentle sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access, your hands going to encompass his own resting yet again over your bump. “Binnie… What are you up to?”

His arms held you a bit tighter, his lips making a path up your neck and brushing against a spot he knew all too well, “Just appreciating you…”

“Hm, yeah, I can tell.” You shifted your hips, fully aware of the bulge filling his boxer briefs, “You appreciate me that much, yeah?”

Nipping at your skin, his eyes met yours in the mirror, his heard gaze sending a chill of excitement down your spine.

“Can I appreciate you more?”

“Right now?” You mused, lacing your fingers through his, “Right here?”

A low hum vibrated through him as he took you in, the scenario so familiar yet so, so different in numerous ways; you were no longer his girlfriend, no longer his fiancee, no longer just his wife, but his wife and soon-to-be mother of his child.

“Right now,” he confirmed, firm and sure, loving and supportive, soft and kind, “right here.”

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[bubblergoespop]

My Top Fool!Milo Quotes

i need more of this man now (yes i know we’re probably never gonna hear from him again) @qhoaaaa here’s your man :))

“Boo!”

“Sweet lips.”

“My little Stealth.”

“But you have no idea what I’m talking about, you’ve never heard of magic, what’s a “Vampire”, isn’t that something from a movie, unnhhh.”

“More inhale.”

“Oh this is my lucky night, bitch.”

“Oh, I know I’m close. You’re welcome.”

“So you flops can just give up already.”

“Your adrenaline’s pumping so hard I can literally taste it on the air. I’m not even touching. I’m just looking, and your heart’s already pounding this bad.”

“Excuse me? I’ll say fuck as much as I fucking want to, thank you very fucking much, fuck you, how’s that?”

“You should try some deep breaths, sweetness.”

“I know I look good, but I shouldn’t have to be the last thing you see.”

“Oh don’t you look surly. Whatsa matter sweet cheeks?”

“How in god’s name did I just end up on babysitting duty for a Department shill? God if Dmitri finds out about this I’m getting my ass handed to me. Hell, if Porter finds out about this, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“No that’s not a Vampire power, that’s a me power.”

“I hate to be the voice of reason cause that shit’s boring as all hell.”

“Don’t try me, Sweetheart, I’m not that fucking soft.”

“Those wet blanket fuck boysup at the Department sent you into shit this deep on your first day?”

“He’s dead. He crossed the Talbot Pack, and they’re friends of the House. So we wiped him. Poof. Head gone. Actually, most of his limbs gone.”

“Snap, crackle, pop.”

“Let me share a little secret with you, Sweetheart. Look at me. Look at this face. Look at this body. People beg me to feed on them. The day I have to trance someone or force someone to get blood, is the day up is down and left is right.”

“Now that I know you’re not some dyed-in-the-wool Department peon, I can focus on your other, far more appealing traits. And it just so happens they do appeal. A lot.”

“What’s this? The lovely little investigator is gonna take a walk on the wild side? Be still my heart.”

“Okay well I’m gonna touch now, you’re literally falling over.”

“What, I’m supposed to whisk you away in my arms? You gotta earn that, baby.”

[kazooiey]

My versions of Relativity Scalene & Euclid :] (edits/additions are bolded)

(Second drawing is the more recent one)

For my version of Relativity Falls, I really liked the ideas that people put out about scalene and Euclid, so I sort of took that concept and ran with it. Here are some Thoughts I had, if u wanna use em for ur own rf versions then go wild!!! Just tell me that you’re using them because I love to see other people’s interpretations of this au :)

I really liked the idea that someone else had of them sort of being physically “together” in a sense (this, where they are back-to-back(made by @fungalscrungle)). the idea of them being so codependent they actually sort of became “one” was really interesting, but I messed with it a bit more and ended up with them both shaped in a way that they can “snap” together like magnets. They are actually two separate entities, but they are joined at the hip in the most literal sense to the point that they are constantly at each other’s side

they are all that remains of their dimension. They're all the other has. Over the billions and billions of years their shapes began to shift to fit together

They are usually called “The Ciphers” by everybody else

They both have little pieces of one another, which I decided were the Euclidean version of wedding rings. Idk it seemed fitting for Bill’s parents to “carry a piece of the other wherever they go” but literal. He’d probably think it’s romantic to have a piece of your partner’s body at all times, and… these are his parents.

Scalene is the one on the left, she’s the “mother”, and Euclid is the one on the right, he’s the “father”. Considering their dimension has 14 billion different genders, I like to think that they decided to emulate the "perfect parents" to seem “friendlier” to humans

Actually their whole vibe really revolves around that.

They REALLY give off 1950’s nuclear family suburban white couple vibes in the way they talk, like “hey honey! How about we mentally torture this human today?” “I thought you’d never ask, pumpkin!” Because those always seem threatening to me. It’s the sanitization, the perfection, the blank smiles that show just a bit too much teeth. The “perfection” to the point of inhumanity, you know?

And that sort is is the opposite of what gravity falls embodies, isn’t it? Like being ur authentic weird self vs. being a perfect version of you that hides anything different

Euclid is more methodic and calm, meanwhile Scalene is sweet, but it’s a cover for a lot of the same manic instability that bill had, LIKE THE 50’S HOUSEWIFE STEREOTYPE.

these vibes are a product of how they were raised. Repression personified, sort of idealized "American Dream" type nuclear family or whatever. Loved the 50's for this exact reason, and it was their most active decade. Their influence is probably the reason the "nuclear family" subculture even exists

Their dynamic can essentially be summed up as “She kills ppl, he hides the bodies.” True love💖

When they possess someone, maybe since there’s two of them doing it at the same time, the person’s brain starts to overheat or get damaged, since there’s not enough space for them.

In relation to Dipper, I absolutely ADORE the idea that @amissamidstthemist had (here). LIKE YES!!!! They WOULD have a sort of “parental bond” with Dipper! That is SO PEAK!

They would like baby him and praise him and Euclid would ruffle his hair and Scalene would call him affectionate names.

Not only do they tap into his loneliness when it comes to that, but they also tap into his paranoia, make him believe everybody else is out to get him. He can only rely on them. “TRUST NO ONE!” (This actually is them just making a trait dipper already has worse, but one day I think i’ll touch on that)

For their backstory, I don’t know if anyone else has thought of this(someone probably has tbh) but for me they probably tried to see the stars for their son and because of that destroyed their dimension and their son with it(ow.)

BECAUSE OF THIS, they actually begin to get attached to Dipper, because he reminds them of their son, and constantly compare him to their son.

They treat Dipper a bit like the Other Mother treated Coraline.

OKAY I THINK THAT’S ALL. UH. ENJOY I GUESS LMAO

[clockwayswrites]

A Broken Sort of Normal Part 4

WC: 439 Materpost CW: Mild Family Drama

Thankfully it wasn’t long before Danny could get home and take a hot shower. The casserole he’d taken out of the freezer was fine to go in the oven at that point, and he tossed it in as he finished drying off his hair. It was getting long again. He’d kept it a bit shorter since he’d started working and figured he’d be due for another cut soon. He grabbed his phone and sent a message to schedule it, or else he’d just put it off until it was unmanageable.

And then he was left staring at his phone.

Thinking about Jazz.

Maybe he should give her another call— another chance.

The phone was ringing before he had thought much about it.

“Danny?”

“Hi Jazz— Jasmine, sorry.”

“It’s fine, Danny,” she said, but Danny could hear the reprimand in her tone. “What going on?”

“I just…” Why was this so hard? “…wanted to call back? Our last call cut short and I didn’t get to tell you everything.”

“Lacey needed me.”

“That wasn’t— I wasn’t trying to say you shouldn’t have ended the call, I just thought I’d try again. I know you’re busy there. You’re still planning the baby shower, right? I’ve got some vacation—”

“Lacey and I talked, and we don’t think you should come,” Jazz said over him. “And not until the baby has been through all their major shots either. It’s just, you’re around disease a lot and we don’t want to take any chances. You get it, right?”

No, he really didn’t. He was emergency response. Jazz would know that if she ever listened to him.

“…Can I at least get the baby something? Do you have one of those list things?”

“It’s called a registry, Danny.”

Danny held back a sigh. He didn’t want this to end in a fight. “Okay, do you have a registry, Jasmine?”

“Of course we do. But we don’t expect you to get us anything off of it,” she said quickly. “We’ve picked out everything based on the latest research into cognitive development and reviews so nothing on it is… cheap.”

“I have a job.” This was going to be like the fight about his schooling all over again— where Jazz called his paramedical degree a trade school. Like there was something wrong with a trade school anyways. “Just send it through, okay? I’ll see whats on it and I won’t send anything that’s not. And I won’t try to visit.”

“Danny…”

“Give Lacey my best, I’ve got to go,” Danny said, hanging up before he could say the angry words that were bubbling up in his throat.

----- AN: So maybe I'm still not over my sil calling my masters of science a trade school. Though there is nothing wrong with a trade school at all and I'll fight anyone who says so. I honestly wished we had more of them in the US. But yep- I might have picked some of the less lovely traits of my sil and a friend to put into Jazz here. I'm not trying to bash her, I just think it would have been so easy for her to go this way if nothing ever came of her parent's research and she didn't have to adjust her world view to helping save her little brother's life nightly. And if all she saw in that little brother now was someone who supposedly didn't try and maybe resents for having to always be the Big Sister.

Danny could sure use some hugs though.

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[detectivestucks2]

Escape with the Cursed King XV

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Sukuna x F!Reader x Concubine

Warnings: NSFW, oral, anal, DP, cum swallowing, threesome, toy usage, nipple play.

Summary: You are forced to participate in a very harsh lesson directed by Sheila and things get wild.

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Word Count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 2 I Chapter 3 I Chapter 4 I Chapter 5 I Chapter 6 I Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13 I Chapter 14

“Where is she?” Sukuna complained as he stood to paces the room. 

“Probably obsessing over her appearance to impress you.” You say sarcastically as if you hadn’t done the same thing. You made sure you looked liked perfection so you didn’t pale in comparison to some girl who’s appearance held sentimental value to your fiancé. 

During your last excursion with Gojo you told him about the Sheila lessons. How awful she is to you and how she tried to seduce Sukuna twice. You could tell it struck a cord in Gojo and you didn’t disagree but you did remind him how you encouraged her to do so. A foolish act you now regret. 

“I’d be more impressed if she were on time. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“I know baby. Maybe we can save this for another day.”

“Nice try, Princess. You’re gonna listen today and you’re gonna like it. Once we’re done, then we can discuss disposing of her.”

You like the sound of that, but the same gnawing feeling of forcing someone out their home to fend for themselves in a world very different from the one they know, eats away at your conscious. In spite of that feeling, you give Sukuna a nod.

A few seconds later Sheila enters the room, bowing before Sukuna, lowering her body all the way to the floor. Then, raising her head and chest, she gives a cloying smirk, one that begs of dangerous desires and sits a foot above her exposed cleavage. 

Your jaw tightens, disliking how Sheila continues to undermine your relationship at every opportunity.

“Rise woman, you’re not here for me, you’re here for her. Treat her well, and I’ll forgive your little stunt earlier this week. And believe me when I say I’m not a forgiving man.”

Your hand, that had been tucked away in Sukuna’s larger one, gives him a squeeze, thanking him. He turns to you, tracing a finger along the base of your face, gently lifting your chin so he can kiss you tenderly. Your eyes flutter closed before his lips withdraw and you reopen them to see his glittering smile looking down on you, a hint of danger dancing behind his red eyes. 

Sheila clears her throat, killing the moment and causing you to turn back towards her. “My king, I have brought some ‘teaching aids’ for today’s lesson. Has she been briefed on what today will entail?”

“She has not. I rather enjoy surprising her. Watching the faces she makes is one of my favorite traits about her.”

Your eyes dart from person to person. What are you in for that would require a warning? 

“Well then, we’ll start with the easy stuff and move on to the more exciting stuff in a minute.”

Sukuna sits back on the bed, leaning against the headboard, next to you as Sheila invites herself to sit down on the mattress next to you. You don’t miss the way her eyes rake over him and with pursed lips you ask, “So what’s the easy stuff?”

“Seduction.” Sheila deadpans, eyes returning to you. 

“I know how to seduce my own fiance.”

“Only because your his fiance. Not because you know what he likes.”

“I’d think I know what he likes .-”

“Enough. Let the woman do her job.” You fall silent, surprised by Sukuna cutting you off. There is danger to his voice and you know he’s going to take it out on you later.

Sheila clears her throat. “Anyways, the Lord likes it when you pander to him. He enjoys feeling important and feeding into his ego, boost his authority. But make sure it’s genuine. If it comes off fake, you will insult him.”

You roll your eyes. She acts as if this information isn’t obvious. Sheila snatches your face, squeezing your cheeks with her pointer finger and thumb, causing your lips to open. “And he likes it when you give him an excuse to be rough with you. If you’re defiant, he’ll fuck you like a whore, which he rather enjoys. Power feeds his sexuality. Any excuse to put you in chains will excite him and any excuse to embarrass you is thrilling.”

You pull your head away, escaping her grip. It’s not like Sukuna hasn’t put you in chains before. “He also likes when you try to take the power back. Breaking you down till you can’t deny that he’s the true king will go a long way in satisfying his urges. Being too submissive gets old. And lastly, invite another girl into the bed every once in awhile. He enjoys a new conquest.”

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth, knowing that she’s implying herself. “Anything else?”

“Yes, once he’s back to his true form, you need to know how to fuck him properly.”

“How’s that going to-” Sheila presses her finger into your lips and cuts you off. 

“True form Sukuna has four arms, a mouth on his stomach, and two dicks. Do you really think you’ll be able to handle that right away? It takes time to adjust.”

Your jaw drops. Two dicks?

“The best way to practice is by having two partners at once because that’s what Sukuna is, he’s essentially two people in one so sleeping with him will feel overwhelming if you’re not prepared.”

You turn to Ryomen, surely she’s not suggesting you sleep with another man alongside him. He’d never allow that.

Seeing the look on your face Sheila smiles and pulls out the bag she carried with her, “That is why I brought these.”

Opening the the silk drawstring pouch, Sheila pulls out several anal trainers, butt plugs, dildos, a strap on, and a cock ring with a dildo attachment. With eyes wide, intimidation takes over your body. Sukuna’s introduced you to a lot of things and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s taken you by the rear, but double penetration is not something you ever expected to have on the table, let alone become your new norm.

“Have you done anal before?”

You blush, this is the last person you want to talk to about this. 

“Don’t be shy,” she says irritated, “I’m literally supposed to be a whore. Your betrothed fucking your ass isn’t going to phase me. Especially when he’s supposed to be fucking mine.”

You feel indignent, “Yes, we do that.” you say with narrow eyes

“Good, now bend over.”

“What?”

“Do what she says, princess.” You swing your head over to Sukuna, surprised to see his pants are steadily becoming tented and realizing he’s expecting a show. “Let her help you.”

Your eyes dart back over to Sheila who’s on her knees, a glass anal plug in hand. “I’ll let you lube it.” 

She brings the bulbus end of the toy to your lips, “but look at him while you do.”

Your eyes shift over to Sukuna again. “Open.” 

Your lips separate. Then Sheila’s hand is behind your head, forcing the glass into your mouth, “Suck on it. He’s watching you.”

Obediantly, you hollow your cheeks, pupils fixated on your pink-haired beast, who’s muscles begin to flex from excitement. 

“Get it nice and wet for me.” She pulses the plug in and out, swirling it around your mouth before pulling it out with a wet pop. “Hands and knees. Face him, he’ll want to see your face.” Her words are strict and said with an air of danger. 

Eyes still glued to your love, you do as she says, allowing her to lift your dress and pull down your thong so that she can spit on your puckered hole before pressing the glass globe into it. At first, you put up resistance, but with enough pressure, the orifice gives way and you stretch around the plug’s circumference. A helpless expression of desire bleeds from your eyes as you look at your King. 

Ryomen's eyes narrow and he smiles, that dangerous smile you both love and dread. “Get the strap on, I want to see you fuck her.”

Sheila disrobes, getting off the bed just long enough to step into the harness of her strap on, and then settles behind you. Sukuna grabs you by your hair, fisting it and yanking back so your neck is bent, looking up at him. Sheila uses the silicone appendage strapped to her pelvis to slap at your folds, making you flinch with each impact. When Sukuna smiles down on you, she rubs the entire shaft of the toy along your seam, wetting it with your slick before pushing it into your heat, to stuff you full. 

You close your eyes and moan as she enters you, feeling how the toy rubs along your plug, nestled in the adjacent hole. Sheila begins pushing her thumb against the plug, making it pulse in tempo with her strap on, helping you get used to movement in both holes. 

It’s obvious on your face that you like the feeling. Fluids drip from the apex of your center, the string swinging into your thigh and smearing against your teacher as she beats into you. Though Sheila had been trained for this, she didn’t like the lack of attention she was getting from Sukuna. She’ll have to turn things up a notch if she wants to prove she’s the better fit for him. 

While keeping tempo, your teacher's fingers pry under the glass plug planted between your cheeks. She lifts it, pulling hard against your rectum in time with her thrusts. You slowly release the plug, your muscle closing as she pulls it out.

“Not so fast.” she coos. Sheila withdraws from you heat, slipping the cock ring with the dildo attachment onto her strap on and plunges into your back door causing you to gasp in surprise. Both of your holes are filled and she immediately trusts into you harshly, not letting you adjust to the sensation. The silicone length reaches much deeper in your hole than the plug did, but that’s not new to you. The sensation of both holes being penetrated deep, that part is. 

“I said I wanted you to fuck her. Make her scream.”

Sheila nods and slaps you. First your rear and then your face. She grabs your hair when Sukuna lets go, pulling hard and turning your head so her palm could mark your cheek with a red splotch. 

Her pace kicks up a notch, and as it did, she pushed your head down into the mattress. “Hands behind you back” she orders. You comply, folding them behind you so your forearms stack one over the other. You no longer had the bed to clutch and prevent yourself from shifting forward, but it didn’t matter. Sheila grabs your forearms with her hands and pushes all her body weight onto them, forcing your belly into the mattress and bending your back at an impossible angle. 

The new pose allowed her to go deeper, brushing a new sensitive spot that was causing more slick to spill out than normal. You moan and cry, feeling overwhealmed by the occupation of both holes when she brings her fingers to your clit. “Just an FYI, Sukuna’s mouth on his belly loves to eat pussy, especially while it’s stretched around his cocks. So you better get used to this being played with too.” 

She whirls her fingertips around your bud making you squeeze and clench around the toys filling your center. Your eyes shut, trying to handle the immense sensation focused on your lower half. 

“Scream, Princess, I know you want to.”

Sheila slams into you harder, both her hips and her fingers picking up pace, her actions egged on by Sukuna chiding in your ear.  You cry from the brutal pace, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you finally scream. The sound rebounds with the cadence of her hips. Sukuna eyes you hungrily, palming his pants, feeling his head leak as his ears ring with the sound he was dying to hear. 

“Take it, doll. Soon this is going to be us every night.”

Your breathing is labored, trying to endure the merciless beating into your backside. When your eyes shut, a scream signals your orgasm. You collapse but Sheila props you back up. “We’re not done. You think you can rest after just one orgasm?”

“No” you whine.

Sheila goes to strike your flesh when Sukuna beats her to the punch, hitting you much harder than she would have.

"You're not throwing in the towel yet, doll. She's not done."

“For our next lesson, we need to fit both of these in here.” Her finger trails down your spine, sliding over your rear and slipping into your spasming heat. The lone finger hooks forward and is soon joined by three more digits. Sheila flips you onto your back to watch your face contort. You can’t catch your breath cause you keep holding it each time she bends her fingers into your g-spot. 

“Please…” you beg, wrapping your hands around her wrist to pull her off. 

“I don’t think so.” Sukuna’s tenor rumbles above you. He grasps your arms and pins them above your head. “She’s teaching you a valuable skill. Don’t you wanna learn? Hmm?”

Tears continue to prick at your eyes when Sheila withdraws her hand and inserts one of the dildoes from her collection, followed by her carefully pressing in her strap-on.

With your teeth clenched, you squeal, unable to handle the stretch. “Com’on, stretch you slut. How are you going to please your husband if you can’t take a couple of dildoes?”

You pant, looking up at Sukuna who’s drooling, looking down on you with a fever you’ve never seen before. Damn Sheila for being right. He does want this. He loves it. And he loves watching someone else fuck you. You never thought this would be a fantasy of his. He’s so possessive. but right now, he’s just letting this happen to you. 

“Does my princess want to make me happy?” you silently nod at him, “Then do what she says, and take it.”

You whine as you realize there will be no mercy on the table for you tonight. Sheila continues pressing in as you deeply inhale trying to relax your muscles. Once the strap-on is fully inside of you, sandwiched in with the dildo, she begins to stroke, taking her time and allowing you to adjust. She seems to have more sympathy for you learning this trick. Slowly gliding back and forth, easing in and out of your velvet walls. 

Sukuna’s grip on your wrists tightens, his black nails biting into your skin and making you wince. “Be a good little whore now. I don’t want to hear any complaints from you.” she shushes. Your breaths are heavy and controlled, trying to manage the balance between staying calm and succumbing to your need to orgasm. 

Before she begins to stroke at a normal pace, she reaches over and grabs another plug from her assortment. This one is slightly smaller and made of black silicone. She pops it into your mouth like a binky before ripping it out and shoving it into your loose back door. 

A new wave of goosebumps span over your chest and arms, stiffening your nipples in their wake. Your back arches and now you know what it’s like to be truly stuffed. “That’s more like it” she says with an evil twist.

Sheila's lesson is far rougher than how she learned but her mission is to demonstrate that you're not sufficient for her King. Yet, even she can’t help but get turned on by your determined innocence. You look so hot, wincing and crying. Your pathetic tears create a fever in her almost as strong as the one she sees in Sukuna. With a mean slap to your bud she begins to thrust and you scream once more. 

“Please, it’s too much! Please!”

“Shut it! I’ll hear none of this. If you can’t handle it, you’re not suited to marry him.”

Your teary eyes look up at the man above you. “She’s right, Princess. You need to practice or you’ll never be able to handle my true form.”

You sniffle and nod before he finally frees his raging length. It has been straining against his pants this entire time, fighting to make an appearance. His body dying to plunge into you instead of those plastic sticks, but now he shoves it down your whiny throat. 

Every hole is filled. You’re stuffed at both ends with no way to free yourself. Both Sheila and Sukuna piston into you, making you tense and gag. You try to scream but the vibrations exhilorate Sukuna. 

He stills in your mouth and motions to Sheila, “Give it here. I want to test her.”

Knowing better than to argue, she pulls out of your now gaping hole and passes over the cock ring Sukuna was gesturing at. He flips you like a rag doll, not bothering to change his position on the bed, and angles both tips into your front slit, as Sheila had done. 

You cry out, “Ah, hah, ah, ah!” alternating between gasps and yoga breaths, trying hard to regulate your oxygen intake. 

“You can do it, baby. You were made for me. You’ll see. You’ll come to love this.”  

You’re eyes, locked on him, relax as he begins to pull in and out, establishing a rhythm. You sink into the sensation when Sheila hovers over you. She reaches down and begins to lick your prominent nerve bundle with a pointed tongue.

You clamp around Sukuna when she pulls back, “Remember miss, he’s going to have a mouth here that likes to feast while he’s inside of you. It’s all part of the lesson.” 

She resumes sucking on your clit, lifting the hood with her tounge and grazing it with her teeth. You squirm but she shuts it down by sitting on your face. She grinds into you, till you capture her nerve bundle between your lips. Then she rocks on you slow and smooth. You let go, needing to breathe but when you do, she bites down on your own bundle. You yell and cry. 

“All part of the lesson.” she chides again as she rubs into you. You resume eating her, and she settles her knees on either side of your head, lifting up slightly so you can breathe through your nose. Getting situated, she locks eyes with Lord Sukuna and pulls back on your clit till it slips between her teeth. Your fluids decorate her face, dripping from her chin. His eyes zero in on her lips, admiring the sheen made by your arousal.

Sheila seizes the moment and leans in to capture Sukuna in a kiss. He pulls away and slaps her across the face. Sheila recoils, falling off of you and cupping her cheek. You sit up, propped on your elbows. 

Looking dazed and fucked out your eyes lazily scan between the two of them. “Don’t get greedy, slut. I invited you for a lesson, not for a threesome.”

Sukuna’s attention resumes it’s focus on you, his eyes feasting on the image of you. He can’t wait till your wedding night. He’s going to ravage you and then some. Leave you destroyed so no other man can have you, ever. You'll be his in every way. 

While Sukuna’s busy drinking you in and chasing his orgasm inside your overstretched walls, Sheila is next to him reeling. He should want her but he pushed her away. She’s better at this than you; what makes you so special? Her resentment builds and all she wants to do is take it out on you. No problem.

Sheila slips back into the strap-on and beats your face with it till your mouth opens up. You take it between your teeth and swallow as she pushes the length all the way down your throat. With Sukuna’s rising pace, she thrusts to match, bruising your vocal cords and cutting off your air supply. Then she begins slapping your breasts the way she knows Sukuna likes to. It’s a lesson, right? He’ll allow her to be this rough cause he knows he’ll be even worse.

Her frustration jabs at your windpipe, ensuring you’ll be horse when you try to speak tomorrow. You yell around her, orgasming from the way Sukuna is beating into your cunt. As you scream, Sheila pinches your clit and shakes it, making you spasm and shake. 

You cum hard, a creamy ring drenching the base of Sukuna’s thick cock. Her cock. The cock she was supposed to have. Her furry is marked as passion. She’s just fucking you good, the way Sukuna would, but it brings her satisfaction to cause you pain. She likes hearing you choke and watching the way your throat bobs up and down from her strap-on. 

Sukuna’s pace matches hers, pounding into you so that your entire body shifts up the mattress. Sheila leans forward, resting her hand on your neck and chokes you. Her strap-on hitting the spot where she closes your throat and smiles as your face turns purple. 

A second intense orgasm rockes your entire frame and this time Sukuna bursts with you. She squeezes your neck harder when Sukuna pushes her out of the way, replacing her fake dick with his real one and milking his shaft in your throat. 

You collapse and are dazed, unsure which way is up or down. You can’t even think words let alone form them, so Sukuna does what any caring man would do, he scoops you up in his arms and carries you to the bathroom to get cleaned up, leaving Sheila behind. 

“Girl, you’re dismissed. But leave your toys behind. We’ll be needing them for later.”

Sheila bows to Sukuna’s back, “Yes my King.” she calls but inside she’s seething. 

It’s wrong, it’s all wrong. You’ve stolen him from her and she’s going to get him back. She doesn’t care what he may think right now, you’re nothing compared to her. Nothing. 

But on the other side of the bathroom door Sukuna is looking down on you, beaming with pride. Fist you conquered Jujutsu, catching his eye and piquing his interest, and now you’re conquering him. What a surprising little doll you are. A doll he’s going to tear into at least two more times tonight…you just don’t know it yet.

Masterlist

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[frvnkcastles]

hi, sorry if I wrote something wrong, this is the first time I make a request... well, I've been dealing with OCD since 2020 (not with organization, but with having to touch something repeatedly or turning the light on and off among other things, and if I don't do something bad happens) and I saw that you're accepting ideas, so here's mine if you want :) Frank Castle x Reader who has had OCD for years but it has gotten worse and she has a panic attack because she doesn't want to deal with it anymore but she just can't stop

I’LL KEEP YOU LIKE AN OATH ➵ F. CASTLE

Summary: Stuck in a compulsion, you need Frank’s help and support more than ever.

Warnings: Reader has OCD, panic attack, hurt/comfort, feminine nicknames

Word count: 1.4k

Author’s note: I’ve actually been assessed for OCD because I display some traits but I’m fortunate to say they’re not that severe, so I can’t say I fully know the experience I was writing about here. But I hope it meets your expectations, anon! You’re so strong and I hope you’re doing well <3 I feel like Frank would 100000% learn everything he can about his partner’s disorders and go to doctor’s appointments and make sure there’s no skipping meds. Tell me I’m wrong!! Anyway, enjoy :)

You didn’t know what happened to make your symptoms worse, what caused the turn towards a decline in your control over your compulsions but it happened, anyway. You thought you were doing so well, but slowly and surely, your steady management of your disorder crumbled and you soon found yourself in an evil loop that you didn’t quite know how to break out of.

Frank quickly picked up on it getting worse. He could read you like an open book and he was perfectly attuned to your moods and especially the anxiety that had begun to rear its head more often, so it was easy for him to figure out you were struggling. You had been together long enough for him to know exactly how your symptoms manifested and what he could do to help, but he couldn’t deny his heart broke for you after you had made so much progress in the past year.

He caught you standing by the light switch one evening, and he immediately knew what was going on. ”Hey, sweetheart. Wanna take a walk with me or somethin’? Get your mind off of it?” he asked softly, placing a hand on your arm to gently retrieve you from the switch, but you stood firmly and pried his grip off of you.

”I can’t do that. I—I just can’t”, you insisted, flicking the lights on and then back off, which earned a frown from Frank. You had told him before about the immense fear of something bad happening if you didn’t follow the compulsions, and while he knew he couldn’t fix what was going on in your head, he always tried to soothe your circling thoughts.

”It’s aight, baby. I promise, nothin’s gonna happen. I know I’m just some asshole sayin’ it but I swear, it’ll be okay”, he reassured you, stepping in front of you to tear your burning stare away from the light switch and towards him. ”Remember what the doctor said, huh? Sometimes you gotta refuse to engage, yeah? C’mon, sit with me for a while, sweetheart”, he reminded you, and reluctantly, you had to admit he was right. You had agreed to give exposure therapy a go, and when you didn’t feel strong enough on your own, Frank had promised to be right by your side to help you sit with the anxiety.

Frank extended his hand to you, and with a sigh, you took it. ”Attagirl”, he commended you before leading you to the living room couch. You fidgeted but sat down, regardless, and he hauled you into his arms, creating a pile of cuddles on the cushions. Throughout the time you had been together, you had discovered that he could be very affectionate — at least when the right person had come along, and usually, you enjoyed it deeply. But right now, you couldn’t help but ruminate on the damn light switch.

”I gotchu. Wanna tell me about your day tomorrow?” Frank tried to steer your mind toward something else, and exhaling shakily, you nodded. You really wanted to try, make an effort for him and give him a reason to be proud of you. You were certainly weary of your compulsions, so you couldn’t exactly blame Frank if he was starting to feel the same way.

”Yeah, I—I, uh… I’m seeing a friend for lunch and—”, you started, but lost track of your own sentence quickly enough. You couldn’t stop thinking about the light switch, couldn’t help but feel the imminent doom looming over you if you dared to step away from the compulsion, and it was driving you mad.

”I’m listenin’, pretty girl. Which friend we talkin’ about?” Frank tried to keep you going, so thoughtful and attentive, but it wasn’t working. You knew he was really trying for you — he had attended every doctor’s appointment as per your wish and he had made sure to ask what he could do to help, how he could take off some of the burden you were carrying by yourself. And he routinely checked in with you to ensure he hadn’t crossed any boundaries and that his gentle pushing was still helping, and most days, you were happy to report that he was your saving grace.

But right now, it just wasn’t enough.

”I’m sorry, I can’t do this”, you stammered, rushing to climb out of Frank’s arms. You hurried to the light switch and began flicking it on and off, the urge to do it a specific amount of times overcoming your senses. You stood by it like a moth drawn to a flame, and Frank felt a horrible pit in his stomach for being unable to ease your mind.

He followed you from the living room, just in time to catch sight of you bringing your hands to your forehead in despair. You promptly burst into tears, feeling sickened and nervous and out of control, and as you shakily dropped your hands to cover your face, Frank rushed to your side. He placed his palm flat on your back and he crouched over to your level as you doubled over and your breathing grew shallow and panicked.

”Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay, sweetheart”, he tried, his gruff voice full of worry as he watched you sink deeper into the panic attack.

”I just want it to stop”, you sobbed, feeling so hopeless and defeated. You didn’t want to get stuck in these loops anymore, but you were incapable of stopping, and it was sending you into a downward spiral right there and then.

But Frank was determined to save you from it. ”I know, baby, I know. It’s real shitty. I wish I could make it stop, y’know I would in a heartbeat”, he spoke with sincere sympathy. ”Breathe f’me, yeah? Look at me. Focus on just me, nothin’ else”, he instructed, soft but demanding enough to be a guiding light, and trying your best, you followed his example of breathing in and out steadily.

Your head was still spinning and your chest felt constricted, but you managed to slow down your breathing. Feeling completely overwhelmed, you slumped down to the floor and sat down against the wall with ragged breaths and trembling hands. Frank followed you down, squatting in front of you to remain in your eyeline, and his hand rested on your propped-up knee.

”There you go, keep goin’”, he encouraged you in a way that helped you calm down. He kept you grounded and as minutes ticked by, you were able to pull yourself back from the void of the sheer panic. You dropped your head between your arms, and observing you with the burning desire to do more to help, Frank sighed.

”I know this fuckin’ sucks, baby. You don’t deserve any of it”, he spoke up, sitting down fully. ”But you know I’m always here, aight? I ain’t givin’ up or lettin’ you do it, either. We’ll get you therapy or meds or whatever it is you wanna do”, he went on, and feeling embarrassed for spinning out of control the way you had, you looked up at him.

”I’m sorry. I wish I wasn’t this way”, you lamented, and in response, Frank just shook his head, refusing to let you go down that path of self-hatred.

”It’s not who you are, ya hear me? They’re your symptoms. It’s a disorder. It’s got nothin’ to do with the kind of person you are, which, by the way, I fuckin’ adore and love no matter what. You’re my girl, and I’m here for you even when you think you’re at your worst”, he claimed with a serious tone. It wasn’t something he was going to argue about — to him, you were perfect. You just happened to struggle sometimes, but that didn’t make you any less beautiful or amazing to him. In fact, it just convinced him that you were so, so strong.

Smiling weakly, you took his hand. ”Thank you, Frankie. I love you, too”, you whispered in gratitude. The compulsion hadn’t left your mind yet, and you suspected it was going to stick with you for a while, but you felt a little better knowing Frank wasn’t going anywhere nor was he going to judge you.

”C’mere, girl”, he gestured for you to crawl into his arms, and you happily obliged. You did exactly that, shuffling on the floor until you were sitting between his legs and your head rested against his chest, the warmth of his firm body bringing you immense comfort.

For the night, Frank was focused on helping you alleviate the anxiety, but the next day, he was driven to find you some help. When it came to your well-being, he did not procrastinate, and so, he was determined to do whatever he could, just for you.

[obsolescent]

i was half asleep when i initially wrote this, so i need to edit and rewrite some parts, but i tried to take his behavior and trauma and such into account. also there’s some nsfw in here !! and one last thing : this isn’t finished, so i’ll probably add more to the hcs later :DD

but vkvkv im so excited to discuss this with you!! i love hearing other perspectives, especially since im not as knowledgeable about his time in raccoon city (the game scares me. i’ve got 5 hours in the game and i haven’t even gotten the maiden medallion yet) and i haven’t finished re4 or even started re6. so please don’t hold back and gimme all you got ^^

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leon wouldn’t want someone in his line of work. it would be a constant reminder of the horrors of his job, and while he would be able to share the burden of fear and pain, ultimately he does show avoidance traits.

i think leon would be a little hesitant if there was an age gap, but if said person was mature enough, was sure about themselves, and was independent he could overlook it.

leon would want someone independent and mature. he’s often away on missions and doesn’t have time to talk or even shoot a text to them, so they would have to be understanding, be able to take care of themselves, and not hold it against him.

leon would want someone kind and nurturing. when he’s away from the horrors of his missions, he dreams of domesticity and a family. he would want s/o to have the desire to have a family of their own, but if they don’t want to or are unable to, then that’s completely fine with him as well.

while he wouldn’t open up about his issues, i think he would want to be doted on and taken care of from time to time. he would want it to be the smaller things like cleaning up after him, writing him notes, holding him when he’s had a hard day, and so on.

leon is a bit of a hypocrite in the sense that he wouldn’t open up about his problems (mostly because they’re classified and he struggles with communicating his emotions) but he would take on all of his s/o pain and do everything he can to find solutions.

leon’s love languages would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. he’s a bit awkward with it but it’s endearing and he does try his hardest.

petnames leon would use : baby, sweetheart, darling, sugar, love — sweet names.

in bed, i don’t think he would be able to indulge in most hard kinks. the amount of times leon has been choked by an enemy and has been traumatized by it would prevent him from doing the same to you, but i think at the most he would rest his hand there and gently caress the skin. i think he would prefer sweet, soft sex. he doesn’t mind a fast pace, and would prioritize your pleasure over his own. he’s a giver, but won’t object if you decide to pleasure him of your own accord.

i can see leon having an avoidance or disorganized attachment style. while he is afraid of intimacy, he so desperately wants and needs it.

leon is extremely touch starved. when he’s fully comfortable with his s/o, he would be very touchy in the comfort of his home (or theirs). in public, it would be small things like linking pinkies or holding hands.

Ahhh I loved these!! Thank you for sharing with me, I’ll chat about some of the ones I really like to keep it short :)

(Also perfectly understandable, I’ve had my fiancée play some parts of the game for me due to how damn scary it can get 😭 no pressure to play any of them though, literally take them at your own pace and have fun!!!)

18+ for discussion of sexual activities

Leon would be big on avoiding/hiding his feelings due to the job. He doesn’t want you to ever have to know of the horrors he’s gone through, see what he’s seen, so it would make sense he would try to divert the topic when it comes to speaking about his feelings in regard to work.

He would definitely benefit from someone (like myself ahah) who actually needs their own space away from their partner, someone who needs time alone and I think if he found that type of person, their relationship would work out well!

If I say Leon is actually a hopeless romantic who desires domesticity and wants to have a big, nurturing family, like the one that was sadly taken from him when he was a child? What then?? Also Leon girl dad, though he would be happy with any and all the children he would have!!!

But speaking of that, he wants a big family. I honestly think it would be a criteria for his future partner, something that he denied himself for so long that now, he isn’t going to shy away from what he wants any longer.

Since he’s a hopeless romantic he would love to be doted on and would love to dote on someone else, he would take the time to sit down and listen to all that you have to say and try anything to help you with any problems you may have! Him sitting there with you with a hand covering yours and rubbing your thumb while the other props his head up on the couch and he’s just staring adoringly at you while you chat away 😫

Acts of service was what I pegged Leon’s love language to be, but yeah also physical touch. He’s probably touched-starved after all these years alone, the poor thing :( but yes he’s pretty awkward, but he doesn’t let that stop him from showing you affection and love!!

Yes those pet names are very cute, but I think his favorite would be ones he had given you over the years, ones that started from a joke between to two of you or one from a sentimental moment the two of you shared ♡ (Ex. I was thinking of a scenario of a time you were watching the stars and you were gushing about them and he was being cheesy and called you his star but that’s what he started calling you after that moment 😭)

I feel the same way that he would not be aggressive or use weapon play when it comes to sex. He’s been in too many situations that would just bring back traumatic memories if he were to try anything like that in the bedroom. He’s very gentle and loving, also definitely a giver, going at the pace you like and making sure you’re satisfied before himself. He loves to receive as well, but not before you’ve had yours. (My headcanon that getting you off gets him off 🫠😵‍💫)

He would have conflicting feelings, but knows he wants the intimacy and all that comes with it. While trying to stay with his newfound principles of no longer denying himself after years of doing so he will (try to) be fearless and open up to love and all that it offers ♡

(I did not keep this short, I’m sorry LMFAO)

[the-lovely-cambion]

Okay, I need to clear this out…

So in the OATC fandom wiki, it specifically states that Marky is considered the charmer of the three and is a hopeless romantic

Yet in the show, he’s shown to have few romantic interests in the show. But you know who does? Joey of all people. I mean, here’s the list of both Marky and Joey’s love interests

Joey:

A Bee ( From Honeymoon (S1) & High-Flyers (S2))

The 5 Nurses ( From Face-Off (S2))

Justine Delarue (From VIP Party (S3))

Lady K (From Season 4 and 2 episodes of Season 5)

A literal Helicopter (From Fly For Fun (S4))

Morgan (From Morgan the Fairy (S5))

Total: 11

Debatable:

Oggy’s Ex Girlfriend (from The Wonder-Whistle (S2)) - This is most likely not one of his love interests since he was just having fun with the whistle’s time-stopping powers and he just wanted to kiss her just for fun and nothing else entirely.

Marky:

Oggy’s Ex Girlfriend (from Jealousy (S1))

Oggy’s Doll and his Robot Toy (from Baby Doll (S1))

A Bee (From High-Flyers (S2))

Bobette (From Marky’s Tournament (S5))

Morgan (From Morgan the Fairy (S5))

Total: 6 or 7 (if I want to count Lady K)

Debatable:

Lady K (from Season 4) - Although, yes he had a crush on her. However, it’s possible he’d fallen out of love with her after “Wake Up My Lovely.” This is also evident in Season 5’s Oggy and The Tramp, in where he and Dee-Dee help Joey with giving flowers to her and look out for Oggy. But again, it’s possible he still has a crush on her.

His 34 crushes at the end of Jealousy (S1) - I’m not counting this since I’m counting the characters that Marky fell in love with ONSCREEN. Since the pictures were just shown, but doesn’t show Marky falling in love with all of them, it doesn’t count.

Dee-Dee (From Wake Up My Lovely (S4)) - I AM NOT GONNA ADD THIS ON THE LIST. But the messed up part is that, after Dee-Dee demonstrated Oggy how to wake Olivia up by kissing his OWN BROTHER, he straight up had hearts floating above him which meant he liked it. LIKE HUH?! (At least Dee-Dee wiped his mouth after that)

Eddy (From Bicycle Crazy (S4)) - Now I’m not too sure if he had some sort of crush on him since he was seen kissing the photo of him. But then again, it’s possible it’s just his favorite bicycle rider

How come you called one of your characters a hopeless romantic when your other character shows traits of that?! I swear, I think the writers done Marky dirty with his character trait of being a hopeless romantic. I’d go more into detail on this, but I’ll make a separate post for this specifically.

Note: I may or may not have left out some of the two’s love interests and the debatable ones. So if I missed someone, please let me know.

[chickensarentcheap]

A little blast from the past

Some K (cookies to anyone who correctly guess his full name) for you @youflickedtooharddamnit!

(Face claim: Tom Hardy in Havoc)

@bardic-tales @creators-club @watermeezer @shepardstales @kmc1989 @darknightfrombeyond @asirensrage @residentdormouse @alisbackalleybbq @secretaryunpaid @mrsmungus

WARNING: PROFANITY

“If I’m going to play along, I need to know what the hell is going on. Why did this even happen? Why am I even here? What does Mark want?”

Sighing, he runs his palms along the thighs of his jeans and then stands; wooden floor popping and creaking under soles of his heavy work boots as he journeys across the room. Checking that no one is lingering in the hallway or standing near the door before closing it and gingerly snapping the lock closed.

“Do you trust me?”

“It’s hard to trust anyone right now,” Esme admits. “Especially someone that helped kidnap me. But tell me what the fuck is going on and I’ll work on it.”

Holding his hands up in a show of surrender and solidarity, he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Mark put the word out that he was looking for a few guys to help him with a job. A revenge gig. Teach someone who’d wrong him a lesson. Nothing too gory or violent; everyone would stay alive and the only thing that would get hurt was some pride. And then he mentioned price. Three times what I normally get for the toughest of jobs. Hard to turn something like that down, you know?”

“For being promised nothing too gory or violent, something sure went wrong, didn’t it.”

“Everything went to shit as soon as we got there. Nothing bad was supposed to happen; no blood was supposed to be shed. At least that’s what I was told. And then it went wrong. So fucking wrong. You weren’t supposed to get hurt. No one was. Maybe a few cuts and bruises but nothing major. Nothing like THAT.”

“You still haven’t told me what Mark said. About the how or the why or…”

“He said his ex wife had done him wrong. That she aborted their baby ‘cause she got pregnant by another guy. That she’d been cheating on him for years and that she totally broke his heart and took him for everything he had. That he wanted to punish her for doing what she did. Make both her and this other guy pay the price for doing him wrong. He never said a goddamn thing about wanting to beat the shit out of them and wanting the other man dead. He just wanted to put a scare into them. Teach them a lesson. Show them that they shouldn’t have fucked with him.”

“That is all bullshit.” Her anger and disgust simmer. “Every single word. I never…ever…did anything like that. I wasn’t the perfect wife, but I never cheated on Mark. With Tyler or anyone else. I didn’t meet Tyler until almost TWO YEARS after my divorce. Two years!”

“This is what I fucking get for taking someone at their word. It’s a toxic trait of mine; believing what people tell me right off the jump. But I needed the payout. I’ve got debt. People I owe. Bad people. That threatened to hurt my ex and my boy. And I couldn’t let that happen. I may hate her guts, but I don't want her dead.”

“I’ll pay those people. I’ll pay anyone you need me to pay. If you’d just help me get home. That’s all I’m asking. That’s all…”

“Like I said, it's not that easy. We can’t just walk out of here. We need to wait a few days at least. ‘Cause if you’re not here when the boss gets here…”

“And what happens then? What if he hurts me? What if he…?”

“I won’t let that happen. I won’t. I swear. I need you to trust me; when I say that I’m going to help you. I just need a little bit of time is all. Can you give me that? A little time? If I promise to keep an eye on you and not let anyone else hurt you?”

She nods.

“I need you to understand that none of this was supposed to happen. It’s not what I was told would get done. I thought it was just a simple snatch and grab. That’s it. And then we got to the cabin and everything just went to hell. It was too late to back out. I had to protect my son. If I tried to stop things or took off to get help…”

“I’ve heard all of this before. Men and women resorting to drastic measures to protect the people they love. I’d do it. I’d do whatever it takes to keep my kids and my husband safe. So I can’t entirely fault you for going along with it. But to stand there and watch what the other guy was doing to me…”

“I didn’t know what else to do. I panicked. All I could think about was something bad happening to my son. And I’m sorry. That I didn’t stop things. I am. I am really fucking sorry. I didn’t know I was expected to kill someone until the last second. After we grabbed you. That’s when I was told.”

“You knew what would happen. When Mark found out you didn’t kill Tyler. So why didn’t you? Why didn’t you just go through with it? Why…?”

“Because I knew who it was. When I went outside to finish things off. I recognized him. And I’d already heard all the stories; knew all about what he’d survived and what he was capable of. Everyone knows Tyler Rake. Everyone knows about Dhaka and Amir Asif. About that asshole Nathan a few years ago. And how he started up his own business and guys were coming out of retirement and jumping ship to go and work for him. Who WOULDN’T want to? He’s a fucking legend. Everyone in the game respects him. Idolizes him, even. And there’s even more that are fucking terrified of him. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be the one to kill him.”

“So you just left him there. In the middle of nowhere. Hoping someone would find him.”

“I knew he’d come to. Eventually. So I made things easier for him. I sat him up and leaned him against the car and I loosened his restraints. So he’d be able to get himself the fuck out of there. It was the least I could do. After the big fucking mess I took part in.”

Sighing, she finishes the remaining bites of food; setting the plate down on the nightstand and reaching for the bottle of water. Fingernails drumming against the plastic before raising it to her lips.

“I never would have gone along with this had I known WHO I was going up against. I may be a desperate man, but I’m not a stupid one. Had I known it was Tyler Rake, I would have told the boss to go and get fucked and find someone else. No way would I have EVER fucked a man over that I know could break me in two with his bare hands. I wasn’t killing him. No fucking way. He deserves better than to go out like that. WAY better.”

“I guess this is where I’m supposed to thank you. For NOT killing my husband. But I’m not exactly feeling very generous or grateful right now.”

“I don’t expect anything from you. Not after everything that’s gone down. And besides, I’m sure when karma catches up to me, it’ll be anything but pretty. I truly am sorry. For ever going along with any of this. I can’t go back and change it, but I can fix it. I just need time, like I said. And I need your help. Can you do that for me? Give me that time? I’m not asking you to trust me completely and I don’t blame you for not wanting to, but I NEED you to. Can you do that? I’ll keep you safe. I promise you that.”

She nods. “Whatever it takes. To get the fuck out of here.”

“It’ll take some time, but it WILL happen. I just need you to have some faith in me is all. And I need your word too. That I’ll get outta this alive. I need to. I HAVE to. For my boy.”

“Tyler won’t touch you. Not if you help me. All that matters to him is that I get out of here and get home safe and sound. And if you’re the one that makes that happen or at least plays a part in it, I guarantee nothing will happen to you. And you’ll come out of it rich. Very rich.”

“I don’t want no money. I just want to make amends for what I’ve done. That’s good enough for me. I can find money other ways.”

“How about a job? I could get you on the payroll. Believe me when I say that we pay well. VERY well.”

“Now that’s intriguing. But something I’d have to think about. Like I said, I prefer to work alone. That’s something we can talk about later though. When everything is said and done. Right now, let’s concentrate on what’s right in front of us.”

“If you’re asking me to trust you, then you should be able to trust me too. And there’s something I need to tell you. Better yet, it’s something that needs to be taken care of. As soon as possible. And I normally don’t use the term lightly, but it is a matter of life and death. Not just for me, but for my…”

A knock comes to the door, disrupting the conversation, and her partner-in-crime holds a finger to his lips in a request for silence and then slowly gets to his feet. It’s the first time that she’s noticed his slightly bow legged gait; combined with a slight limp and a hitch to the hip. War wound perhaps? Catching a bullet in the Middle East? Or even on the job? She makes a mental note to ask about it later.

He unlocks the door and opens it; a matter of mere inches with the toe of his boot preventing the man on the other side from pushing his way into the room. “Yeah?”

“What the fuck you doing in there?” She recognizes the voice as belonging to one of the captors that had held Tyler at gunpoint and her fists and jaw immediately clench. And it takes all her willpower to not say or do something; lash out and confront and do as much damage as she possibly can.

“Just making sure our girl is okay. Doing a little damage control. Quite a fucking mess was made, don’t you think?”

“It takes that long to sort things out? Hell…” The man on the opposite side of the door chuckles. “...bet you’re in here taking advantage. Not too often we get pussy just dropped into our laps.”

“You don’t talk about her like that. About any woman for that matter. What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

“Me? What the fuck’s wrong with you? You got her right there. Right where you want her. Won’t take much. Give her some of those meds we gave her in the van and…”

“If I want pussy, I know where to go to get some. I don’t have to drug a woman to get things done. Now you got about five seconds to stop talking shit or I’m gonna make you stop talking it, understand me?”

“Aww…look at you…” A hand reaches through the opening of the door to tousle light brown hair. “...going all white knight on us. No one would blame you for jumping on that. That’s a fine piece of ass, know what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I know what you’re saying. And I don’t like it. Not one damn word. She’s a human being. Unlike you. So you either quit talking on your own accord or I make it so you can’t talk ever again. You want to do this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Easy now, easy. I’m just saying that any red blooded male..”

“I’m a red blooded male. And I won’t take it easy. You won’t ever talk like that about her again. ‘Cause if I hear you? It won’t end well. And it’ll end even worse if you even lay a finger on that girl. Understand me? It doesn’t seem like you understand me.”

“I understand you just fine. You Brits. Always getting your balls in a bunch it seems. Can’t even joke with you folk. What’s the point of having a beautiful girl in our midst if we can’t…”

“Is there something you wanted, Jimmy? Or are you just here to piss me off? ‘Cause if you like your balls where they are, you’d watch your step. Or I’ll give her a shot at you. Literally.”

“Boss is going to be calling soon. Conference call. Just to see where we’re at. Let us know when he’ll be in town. You’re expected to take part. Didn’t want you to miss roll call and end up in worse shape than Vic did.”

“I’ll be out in a few. Just gotta make sure things are okay in here. We done?”

“Are you sure you’re not up to something? That you’re getting your dick sucked or…?”

“Yeah, we’re done here.” He forces the door closed; swiftly locking it behind him and then turning towards Esme; a sheepish, apologetic smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Sorry about that. Some people are just real pieces of shit.”

“Ginormous ones.”

Nodding in agreement, he approaches the bed once more; large, scarred hands smoothing out the wrinkles in the area of the comforter he’d sat upon. “You going to be good if I leave? You going to stay calm and not cause any issues? Promise me you won’t cause any issues. ‘Cause I’ve had enough excitement for one day.”

“I’ll behave.”

“No sneaking out the windows and taking off. I can run a lot faster than you can, I assure you that.”

“I’ll be right here. Not like I really have a choice.”

“Just need some time, like I said. You give me that, I’ll give you your freedom. We have a deal?”

Nodding, she shakes the hand that is offered to her.

“You behave now.” He gathers up the empty plate and utensils and then heads for the door. “I’ll be back. You need anything, you just holler.”

“Wait a second!” She calls as he places one foot out into the hallway. “What’s your name?”

“We’re not quite there yet. Call me K.”

“K?” She arches a quizzical brow. “Just K?”

“For now.”

“Is it K for Kevin?”

“Nope.”

“K for Keith?”

A smile plays on his lips. “That’s your second nope.”

“K for…” She taps a fingernail against her chin “...Kenny?”

“For now? Just K.”

“A man of mystery, huh? Well if you’re K, you can call me E.”

“Doesn't work the same. I already know YOUR name.”

“E. Just E. Until you’re no longer just K.”

“Alright then,” he lightly chuckles, and steps fully into the hall.

“See you soon…K.”

“Not if I see you first, E,” he drawls, and closes the door behind him.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Seventy-Three: Luffy Asks a Very Important (and Very Stupid) Question

It started with a casual walk across the deck. You, minding your business. Arms full of rope. Sweat on your brow. Normal stuff.

Luffy popped up beside you—literally popped up, like he’d sprung from below deck by sheer willpower—grinning as wide as the sky.

“Hey.” You glanced over, already suspicious. “…Hey?”

He tilted his head. “Do you have a baby?”

You blinked. Stopped walking. “…Do I—what?”

“A baby.” He pointed at your chest with all the subtlety of a cannon blast. “Y’know. ‘Cause your boobs are huge.”

You stared. Actually stared. The rope dropped from your arms.

“I—Luffy, what?!”

“They’re big!” he insisted, gesturing with both hands like he was trying to measure the moon. “And Chopper said some people get milk in them when they have a baby, so I thought—”

“LUFFY.”

“Do yours have milk in them?”

You slapped a hand over your face. Took a breath. Another. Then forced your brain to reboot.

“No, Luffy. I don’t have a baby. I don’t have milk. My boobs have been this size since before I joined the crew. They’re just—” You paused, waving vaguely at your chest. “They’re just here, okay? They exist. They've always existed. Nothing magical. No milk.”

Luffy made a thoughtful noise, then nodded. “Okay. Got it.”

You sighed. “Thank you.”

And that should have been the end.

—------

It Was Not the End

Dinner that night was going great. Everyone was relaxed, sun-tired and full, chattering between bites as Sanji served up grilled fish and warm rice.

Then, Luffy, mouth full, suddenly turned to you and asked:

“Hey (Y/N), if your boobs don’t have milk, what would it taste like if they did?”

Silence. Utter. Complete. Silence.

Chopper dropped his spoon. Usopp froze mid-bite. Zoro slowly set his drink down like he needed both hands free in case of incoming chaos. Sanji made a noise so high-pitched it nearly shattered glass.

You? You stared at Luffy. Then turned to Nami. Then Robin. Both were absolutely done.

Nami had her face in her hand, shaking slightly. Robin was sipping her tea like this was a soap opera she’d waited months for.

“LUFFY,” you said, slowly, carefully, as if speaking to a bomb. “We are. At the. Dinner table.”

He nodded. “Yeah, but I was thinking about it all day.”

“Why.”

“Well, if someone gets milk, like, from inside, does it taste like milk-milk? Or like… meat-flavored milk? Depending on what you eat?”

You dropped your fork. “I am going to walk into the sea.”

Sanji was choking. Zoro had his face buried in his arms. Usopp was visibly malfunctioning. Chopper—sweet, innocent, usually-the-logical-one Chopper—was red from snout to hooves and whispering, “We never covered this in medical school.”

—-

You stood on the upper deck, eyes closed, hands gripping the railing. Sanji came up beside you and offered a drink without a word.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

He sipped his own and side-eyed you. “Y’know... you handled it well.”

You snorted. “I was seconds from saying ‘taste test’ just to shut him up.”

He turned red. “Don’t joke like that.”

You grinned. “No promises.”

From below deck, Luffy’s voice rang out again. “HEY (Y/N), DO YOU THINK YOU COULD—”

You didn’t hear the rest. You had already jumped overboard.

Zoro appeared at the railing, deadpan. “She said she’d do that.”

Sanji sighed and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll go fish her out.”

Robin sipped her tea down the deck. “I give it three more days before someone faints.”

And honestly? That was generous.

—-----

You thought—you hoped—that the chaos from Luffy’s Dinner Table Debacle had run its course.

Sure, he’d asked about boob milk in front of everyone. Sure, you’d jumped into the sea to escape. And maybe, just maybe, that would’ve been enough to deter most people.

But Luffy wasn’t most people. And Luffy had the one trait more powerful than any Devil Fruit:

Relentless, zero-filter curiosity.

The next morning, before you could even get your coffee, Luffy walked up to you with a look of pure focus. Like he was about to ask a deeply philosophical question.

And he did.

“Do they move when you run?”

You nearly dropped your mug.

Zoro, passing behind you, choked on air and stumbled.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

Luffy pointed—again. “Your boobs. They’re heavy, right? So do they bounce when you sprint? Or do they like—stay still like meatballs glued to your chest?”

You inhaled sharply. Chose violence. Flicked him in the forehead. Hard. He yelped.

“Ow!”

“They move,” you hissed, cheeks pink. “And that’s why I WEAR THINGS THAT HOLD THEM.”

“But how much do they move?”

“LUFFY.”

Later that afternoon, you were sitting on the deck, reading, finally in peace.

Chopper approached cautiously. Tail twitching. Notepad in hoof.

You raised a brow. “Yes, doctor?”

He scratched his cheek with the tip of his pencil. “Um. So. Uh. Don’t get mad, okay?”

You closed your book slowly.

“I’m not like Luffy!” Chopper blurted quickly. “I just—I heard what he said yesterday, and from a medical perspective… I’ve never studied breasts on a living subject up close. That is part of my field, technically!”

You blinked. “Chopper. Sweetie. You’re asking for boob access… in the name of science?”

“I mean—not touch! I’d never! Just… observation? Maybe… maybe a few diagnostic questions?”

You tilted your head. “Like what?”

He fumbled with his notes. “How much do they weigh? Do you get back pain? Does running hurt? Do they affect your balance when you fight? What cup size do you—”

You slapped a hand over his mouth. Affectionately. But firmly.

“Okay. Slow down, you medical menace.”

He squeaked. “Sorry.” Then added in a whisper: “But… is it like, a lot of weight?”

You snorted. “Enough to make stairs my mortal enemy, yes.”

—--

Later that day, you trained with Nami and Robin in the open sun—stretching, sparring lightly, moving freely in your usual gear.

The boys watched from a distance. Again.

Luffy whispered to Usopp, “I think they do move. But not too much.” Usopp, who didn’t want to die, nodded slowly. “Yup. Very stable design.” Franky muttered, “It’s an engineering marvel.” Zoro tried not to look at all. Sanji had walked into the mast. Again.

You caught them staring and stood still. Hands on your hips. Eyes narrowed.

“Do I need to start charging for this show?”

Nami cackled. Robin didn’t even look up. “Might be a good side hustle.”

—---

You curled up in your hammock, finally settled. Finally free from questions, stares, and very scientific observations. Until—

“Hey.” Luffy’s head poked into your room. “Final question.”

You groaned. “Luffy, please.”

He held up his hands. “Just one! I promise!”

You stared. Dead inside. “Fine.”

He leaned in, all serious. “…If you slept on your stomach, would they pop?”

You threw a pillow at his head so hard it knocked him backward.

From down the hallway, Sanji muttered, “I’ve wondered that too…”

“OUT!!”

You groaned, flopped over in your hammock, and muttered into your arm: “…This crew is going to be the death of me.”

And from the other side of the ship, Robin whispered, “Death by boob fixation. A noble end.”

[skeletoninthemelonland]

A btc QNA? Alright I’ll bite 😎

Was the overall plan to make the series feel like a mashup of ucn and fnaf world? Like I know everything in the series is mentioned (even the Matt pat baby) (why did you have to remind me of it you monster ahhh!!! X-X) but overall the idea of the characters living in a new world screams fnaf world whilst including the main beats of ucn, so I was curious if that was at all intentional on your part?

And if that’s too simple a question then here’s a more nuanced one, what is your stance on changing pre existing characters into your own interpretation to tell a story? Like how you made the more elegant and soft spoken Ballora into a gremlin mother, or Phantom Freddy into a cinnamon bun… Like do you look for the best characters in the series to add these traits onto even if they aren’t preexisting traits, or do you just really like those characters and wanted to give them a bigger role and decided to fit them into the roles for the story?

It was intentional! Mainly because I did play FNaF World and saw it's connection to the Old Man Consequences minigame.

It's a mix of both things. There are characters we barely know anything about that are simply underrated, sure, but there are also iterations who have no relevancy, other than in-game mechanics. At some point, you can tie loose ends and make your own lore that works just as efficiently. Phantom Freddy is a great example in this case. There's much more about him beyond just being an enthusiastic and friendly sidekick... at least in the Behind The Codes story!