#but i feel like i yapped too much and it isn't making sense

[obsessedoverwater]

Becoming a Knuxadow fan truly feels like I'm eating moldy bread and sometimes I occasionally get a piece that's only stale. If I'm lucky maybe it'll be mildew instead.

[starlvcied]

THINGS THEY DO THAT YOU FIND CUTE (CLASS 1-A) - [PT. 1]

characters ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, tenya iida, hanta sero, mina ashido, tsuyu asui, ochaco uraraka, kyoka jirou, momo yaoyorozu

g/n reader, no warnings.

✮⋆˙ - izuku midoriya : izuku physically cannot stand still. he has to be moving somehow, but he isn't really aware of this. he tends to have a habit of playing with his hair, whether it's running his fingers through it or twirling his finger around a few strands, you find it being the cutest thing ever. you never point it out though, because you know he would burst into a flustered mess and stop whenever he catches himself doing it. you find it cute, but he would find it so embarassing.

✮⋆˙ - katsuki bakugou : we all know this man is great in the kitchen. so, whenever you catch him cooking a meal for you, (or himself, mostly himself...) all you could do is smile. on one occasion, you were out running errands. you had come across an apron with the lettering "kiss the cook" on it. you picked it up with a smirk, imagined how he'd look in it, but you had figured he would just scold you for it. so, you put it back.

✮⋆˙ - shoto todoroki : he's so chronically offline. whenever you ask to do something trendy with him, he tilts his head at the idea and raises a brow at you. whenever you use any form of slang, he's just as confused. you try to explain, he still doesn't get it. urban dictionary is his best friend. the reason you don't explain this kind of stuff to him is because of that silly, clueless face he makes when he has no idea what you're talking about. it's a foreign language to him, but he tries his hardest to understand you.

✮⋆˙ - eijiro kirishima : kiri loves to manhandle you. tossing you over his shoulder, tackling you, throwing you onto the couch, anything like that leaves you a giggling mess. he knows you love it, too. he enjoys it just as much as you do.

✮⋆˙ - denki kaminari : he is always smiling. that has to be one of your favorite things about him. he has the teethiest smile after he does literally anything, especially when he does things to impress you. he has the most contagious smile you've ever seen. you love to see him smile, and you would do anything to make sure he's always cheesing.

✮⋆˙ - tenya iida : he is so damn respectful. i know we all are aware of this fact already but i want to put emphasis on it. walking down the street, he'd always help an elderly person. walking in/out of a store, of course he'd hold the door for the person behind you. he never forgets his manners. this is your favorite part about him, all you can do is admire.

✮⋆˙ - hanta sero : sero is not afraid to make things for you. you having a bad day? oh, he actually made you guys matching bracelets. he has a bead and string collection because he knows you love jewelry. he's also great at origami, he's always available to give you something. he can definitely crochet. you still sleep with the fat elephant he made you. you think its adorable, and you keep everything he gives you.

✮⋆˙ mina ashido : you love it when she asks to dance with you. she holds her hand out to you with a grin before pulling you into a tight embrace. it doesn't matter what the fuck kind of music is playing, megan thee stallion or lana del rey, you two will be dancing. she asks you so unexpectedly, but you don't complain. there will never be a boring moment with mina.

✮⋆˙ : tsuyu asui : tsu isn't much of a talker, but that definitely changes once she's with you. you guys have occasional yap sessions, some of them pertaining to nothing specific at all, you two just talk just to talk. you wanna gossip? she's all ears. you have something on your mind you think is stupid? she needs to hear it. she always listens to you, even if what you say makes no sense. she's so interested in what you have to say, you never feel like you're talking to a brick wall when you're with her.

✮⋆˙ - ochaco uraraka : karaoke. car karaoke is your guy's personal favorite. only one of your hands on the wheel, all four windows down, music to the max. usually, you would find this embarrassing. but ochaco always seems so happy singing with you. katy perry, wave to earth, laufey, taylor swift, red velvet, any artist of your choice. she loves listening to music with you, often sharing earbuds. but she definitely prefers borderline screaming in the car with you. you secretly admire each other, taking short, (maybe not so short) glances at one another. the way she's enjoying herself makes your heart melt knowing how comfortable she is with you.

✮⋆˙ kyoka jirou : she obviously plays her instruments to you. you love when she shows you snippets on some things she's been working on. the way she's so passionate and absolutely amazing at the thing she enjoys leaves you in a trance. her voice is music to your ears, and a soft smile grazes her lips when she notices how hard you're staring at her. if she could play you songs forever, she definitely would.

✮⋆˙ momo yaoyorozu : like sero, her love language is gift giving. since she's rich, she used to often travel before attending U.A. she has countless souvenirs from a variety of other countries, some you didn't even know existed. she also loves taking you on shopping sprees, she doesn't mind at all. momo does so much for you, and all you can do to return the favor is show her an endless amount of affection. you feel guilty she does all this stuff for you, but she assures you that it's okay and she loves doing this for you and seeing you happy. your heart drops to your knees. (in a good way, of course. <3)

[eskumii]

yandere!genin!sasuke uchiha + darling who's secretly half uchiha hcs

TITLE: " LIKE WATER, LIKE BLOOD " — navi. — general yandere!sasuke hcs.

NOTES: i've been randomly feinin over naruto again and this idea just won't leave me alone :'D don't press me on lore specific stuff i just yap and pretend it's true ok. also i accidently posted this b4 it was finished ... if you read that, no u didn't.

☆ you're no stranger to the fact that your mother had an affair with an uchiha man a few years before the entire clan was slaughtered like cows. your father had been a high-ranking official in fugaku's inner circle, but you had never learned his name, even when he secretly visited you and your mother on weekends between his missions and clan dealings.

☆ this is not to say, of course, that he was a bad man. he often tried to instill core uchiha values into you (never dishonor the uchiha clan name, always seek to carry on its legacy and strength, etc..) but nothing ever seemed to stick. you were more interested in the little trinkets he would bring you: necklaces, bracelets, hair ribbons, hand fans, and various other accessories that were often branded with the uchiha symbol. none of it was ever worn out in public, though, so you just hung them on your walls instead.

☆ after your father's death, you eventually distanced yourself from the uchiha side of your identity as it had always been steeped in secrecy and the fear of scrutiny from the third hokage/konoha elders/villagers who felt strongly about the nine tails attack. after all, you aren't supposed to exist. you're not sure what your mother was thinking when she got knocked up at such a politically fragile time, when the uchiha clan were still under fire for conspiracy and treason.

☆ at the academy, you intentionally avoid sasuke. you've probably spoken to him a handful of times—many of which were him telling you to get out of his way, or to shut up if you were talking too loud with your friends (your assigned seat was directly behind his, unfortunately).

☆ it isn't until much later after you graduate from the academy and are placed into teams that sasuke somehow finds out you're also an uchiha. whether someone told him or he just... knew, you do not know. at this point, you haven't seen him in months (you're on different teams), so him appearing on the landing outside of your open window is a very startling jumpscare.

☆ he takes one look around your room, which has uchiha merch strung up all over the place, and is immediately pissed at you. all this time there was another surviving member of his clan and he had no clue? and it was you, of all people?

☆ sasuke always thought you were weird and suspicious during your days at the academy. whenever he interacted with you, you would cower from him, almost looking ashamed. you were adept at everything he was and, as much as he used to hate admitting it, you were often his competition when it came to scoring at the top of various skill tests. looking back, it all makes sense: the blood in your veins is special, as uchiha children often are. as he is. and now, instead of callousness, he feels a kindling of pride at your excellence.

☆ it takes no time at all for everything to change between you and sasuke. after he barges his way into your room (you don't how he found out where you live in the first place?!), he forces you to explain why you lied about being an uchiha. you have no choice but to comply after his threatening glares pin you into submission and he refuses to let you past him until you talk.

☆ sasuke really doesn't care that you're a "half uchiha." you descended directly from a member of the uchiha clan so as far as he's concerned, you're his kin through and through. this discovery immediately sparks something primal in sasuke, like a desprate clinging to preserve what has been, and to protect what can be.

☆ you're often dragged away to secluded places by sasuke—the training grounds, usually. you try to fight but sasuke is just stronger than you and you are easily wrestled into defeat; a reoccuring pattern that makes you feel unsafe around him. but despite your growing feelings of contempt towards sasuke, he is brutally relentless in his pursuit of you or, rather, his pursuit of molding you into a proud uchiha who is willing to restore the legacy of his clan with him.

☆ the uchiha boy is a little worried that you lack so many of the values that he himself has been taught by his parents and itachi. you don't know much about the sharingan nor the clan's signature great fireball technique. so he starts there.

☆ let's be honest though: you're not interested in being lectured on the history of the clan by sasuke, but you're not entirely opposed to learning a new jutsu so you allow him to train you for now. whenever you mess up or ask too many questions, he'll sigh in very clear annoyance but bites back any insult as a mercy to you.

☆ you notice how much more patient he is towards you. how he quietly praises you when your little flame grows, how he immediately checks on you when you're winded from using too much chakra. there's a general closeness that never existed before (sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, physically guiding your hands into signs, or poking your forehead when you say or do something he thinks is dumb). it's all strangely... intimate.

☆ the frequency of his visits begin to increase as the days go by, and there were a few times where you would wake up in the middle of the night to see him standing over you. obviously, this scares you, and you have to keep sasuke's sudden intrusions into your bedroom a secret from your mother, so you begrudgingly agree to his strict schedule of meeting at his apartment at least four times a week instead of him breaking into yours.

☆ in the following months, you see a side of sasuke that you're sure no one else has seen. one that isn't carefree, but deeply emotional and reactive, especially when it comes to you. soon enough, he reveals his plan of revenge against itachi to you. you're shocked that he would go to such a length, and the sentiment is not shared by you at all.

☆ before sasuke leaves the village, he of course tries to convince you to come with him. you aren't a fool, though. despite settling into your uchiha heritage at this point, you're no destined avenger. you followed along with sasuke's strange intrusion into your life thus far, but this is where you draw the line. you refuse.

☆ "no? what the hell, [name]? you're an uchiha." he'll spit heatedly, arresting you by the hand when you turn to walk away from him. "your duty now is to kill itachi and restore our clan. don't think for a second that you can just run away from this. from me."

☆ and... he's right. one way or another, you find yourself a traitor to konoha for the sake of the blood that binds you to sasuke. what happened to his family, he won't let happen to you. this time, he's the one who'll kill to protect the one he loves, even if you hate him for doing it against your will.

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Were You Wooing Me?

Prompt Day 11: Cabin | Word Count: 769 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Dustin Henderson: Matchmaker, Background Ronance (or not, your choice), Acting on Feelings, First Kiss,

It could be worse.

It could be better, too.

But it could definitely be worse. In the pro column, it's not located in the Upside Down, Steve supposes. But Henderson could have also not talked it up quite as much as he did. It looks like his great-grandparents just walked out one day and never returned. 

"Is there really only one bed?" Robin asks, pacing around the cabin, as if another room is suddenly gonna appear. 

"Looks that way," Nancy says, and Steve is pretty sure there's not room for more than one bedroom here. But Dustin swore there was room for all four of them, easy. 

He's a dirty, little liar.

Eddie's settled into the old rocking chair, and is gently keeping himself swaying. He's always moving as far as Steve can tell, but right this second he's looking distinctly unbothered for Eddie.

"You two take the bedroom, we can crash on the floor," Eddie says, and Steve thinks that's awfully generous of him. But it does make the most sense. He can't imagine listening to Robin yap about being stuck on the floor. 

This will be easier for everyone. Even if it means he has to sleep on the floor with the mice.

Fuck, he hopes there's not mice.

The girls go to bed, and he can hear them in the bathroom, washing their faces or whatever it is that girls do once they are in a bathroom together.

Eddie has started a fire, and it's actually warming up nicely. Steve has squatted down in front of the fire, rubbing his hands together as Eddie bustles around behind him. Steve's leaving him to it. Eddie was quite adamant that he didn't want, nor need, Steve's help.

It's still the floor, so Steve isn't getting too excited. But at least they probably won't freeze to death. They did bring a pile of extra blankets, just in case, because Nancy made them, and Steve's happy about that, now. This place wasn't exactly ready for guests. Eddie gathered up their share of the blankets, and said he was making them a pallet on the floor. Steve's not really sure what that means, but he lets Eddie do his thing.

"Tada," Eddie sing-songs, and Steve turns his way.

Whoa, it looks just like a bed, just without a mattress.

"Wow, how'd you learn how to do that?" Steve asks, and he's almost scared to mess it up.

"Wayne," Eddie answers. "I stayed with him a lot as a kid, and he'd always make me a pallet bed. Most of the time it was better than anything I had at home."

Steve swallows. That's a depressing thought. 

"That was before he had to give me his room when I moved in officially to make the state happy, of course. He bought a roll-away at an old motel auction for himself. It was never as good as his pallets, though."

Steve bets they made Eddie feel special, because hell, this right here tonight makes Steve feel special. It's not just a pile of blankets on the floor, which is definitely what Steve would have done if he'd been in charge.

"It looks really nice," Steve says, "thanks, Eddie. I would have just slept on the hardwood floor."

Eddie laughs. 

"Just get in bed, Harrington."

They lay shoulder-to-shoulder. Steve has been feeling some feelings about Eddie for a while now and he's just pushed it all down as deep as he could hide it. Sure that Eddie wasn't interested.

But, well. Maybe. 

Everything he's done tonight feels a little bit like wooing. 

And Steve?

He'd really like to be wooed. 

It's quiet between them, only the crackling fire providing background noise. It's a comfortable silence, though. 

But Steve still can't help himself.

"Were you wooing me?" Steve asks, and immediately regrets opening his mouth.

Eddie laughs, and Steve kind of wants to jump in that fire just to escape this. He shouldn't have said anything. He feels like a fool.

"I've been wooing you for months, Harrington. You just realized that?"

"Yes," Steve says, then adds, "No. I don't know. I didn't want to assume."

"Assume away."

And Steve wants to, he really, really wants to. 

Steve rolls onto his side, so he can see Eddie better. Eddie rolls onto his side as well, meeting him face-to-face.

"You think Henderson did this on purpose?" Steve asks.

"Oh, hell yes he did," Eddie says, and Steve smiles. 

He can't be that mad about it, then.

And Steve reaches out and cups Eddie's cheek, leaning in, his lips pressing to Eddie's for the very first time.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

[hitomisuzuya]

Hellloooooooo😖

This is my first time sending a requestttttt-

Before I ask, I hope you're happy and doing greatttttt, I wish you have a great, wonderful, and lovely day tomorrow!! I wish you the best!! I love you and your workkkk, advanced happy birthday to my favorite writer🫶🫶🫶!!

I was wondering if you can do a Yandere Scaramouche with a fem reader where she got kidnapped by him, and when she woke up, he was about to tell her that struggling is useless because she's tied up- but was surprised that she didn't even struggle at all.

He thought that she's only trying to get his trust so that she can escape later on- but when he saw how she seems to reciprocate his actions, and even initiates them sometimes.. He eventually trusted her-

The rest is up to you-!!

(I hope I didn't yap too much😖😖😖

English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if my grammar is bad-.. T-T

And also, to be specific, please make it smut-

Feel free to ignore this if you don't feel like writing it<3!!

Again, I hope you're doing great, take care of yourself, love you, bye bye-!!🖤🖤🖤)

Yandere!Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut Kidnapping. Drugging. Bondage. Degradation. Praise. Creampie. Obsessive/possessive behavior.

Porn with plot this time. This might be a bit longer than I anticipated cause I wanna work on dialogue and detail. I enjoy writing Yanderes ❤️ Smut written while sick, so bear with me🥺

You are way too good for this world, and certainly way too good for the likes of Scaramouche. He knew this. However, this was for your own good. You are strong, but that's exactly why you needed him to protect you. He had to get to you before the unfortunate dregs of life broke you down. Sank it's claws into you, and broke you into a bunch of unfamiliar little pieces.

He more than had experience in the regard.

Scaramouche spent months preparing for this. What he didn't expect was what happened when you finally woke up. The confusion was evident in your eyes when they opened, blinking a few times to focus your vision.

"You are awake," His voice sounded like velvet in your ears, your gaze snapping to him, "Before you woke up, it was real treat for me, you know?" He walked over to the bed, "Getting to see what you look like all tied up for me," His fingers brushed one of your wrists, "Though I am starting to wonder if blue would look just as pretty on those delicate little wrists of yours."

It took a few moments for everything to catch up with you. Your breath hitched in your throat, a shy embarrassed blush that he often craved to see coated your cheeks, your eyes glancing up. Your wrists were tied together and to the headboard with purple ribbons of silk. "What's happening?" You asked a little weakly.

Scaramouche was surprised at the blush. He cleared his throat. "A valid question. I kidnapped you. You dropped like a brick after I drugged you. I may have used a bit more than I needed, but you haven't been sleeping well lately," He replied, matter of fact.

You sighed softly. "Okay," You nodded, adjusting yourself on the bed a little.

Scaramouche raised an eyebrow. What was with you? What was up with that blush on your cheeks? Why were you being so calm? Why didn't you flinch away from the touch of someone who'd just drugged and kidnapped you?

Did he dare think you'd thought about being tied up for him?

"There is no use in struggling," He added, to which you only looked calm. He put his hand on your cheek, waiting for you to shriek and shy away from him.

Looking into his electric eyes always made your heart shake. "But, I'm not," His breath hitched in his throat as you turned your cheek into his hand.

"Yeah, you aren't. Now," You were no doubt trying to lure him into a false sense of security. That was usually the go to strategy for anyone who got kidnapped.

Perhaps he would keep you quiet with the few extra doses of sedatives for the first few days.

"Fine, leave me tied up for awhile. When you feel comfortable, untie me. I'll prove I won't run away," You said, giving him a soft smile that made him grit his teeth, "I promise."

Scaramouche flinched hearing the words I promise. So, he tested you. Boy did he test you. He would leave little traps to see if you would leave. He left the door unlocked. The windows open. He even left the damn door wide open. And yet when he returned, there you were, waiting for him.

Was this what love and loyalty looked like in another person? Did he finally understand what those things met?

The more he pushed his boundaries to see if you would break, the more you seemed to accept him. He got handsy and grabby with you, holding you down while he pressed lustful, harsh kisses to your lips. His teeth biting at your lower lip, his fingers brushing over all the intimate places he wanted to sink his teeth into.

Scaramouche was drowning both you and him in the obsessive passion he felt for you. And you accepted every bit of it. Even felt comforted by it. And when you said, "I want you to touch me. I want you," crawling to straddle his lap and nuzzling your cheek into his neck, every last bit of control he had shattered like glass.

"Say it," He hissed, his hand gripping the headboard tighter as he drove his cock into your sweet spot, "Tell me you want me while I make you cum on my cock, slut," He groaned, trembling as he felt your gummy walls clench on his cock.

If you could touch him, you would've. Your hands were tied above your head to the headboard, one wrist wrapped in purple silk, the other wrapped in blue (he couldn't make up his mind). "I want you, Scaramouche," You moaned, rocking your hips up to help push his cock deeper inside of you, "I want you so badly. I always have."

Fuck, your moans sounded so fucking sweet. It sent him reeling that someone like him could make someone like you, the purest thing in this world to him, moan so lewdly. Your weeping, abused pussy sucking his cock in. It was all so fucking addicting.

He drank in the sight of you, twitching and writhing underneath him, ribbons rubbing against your wrists from the force of his thrusts. Your eyes half lidded, and drool pooling from the corner of your mouth. Would you touch yourself if he untied you right here and now from how good he was making you feel? Your fingers skating over your clit, making your walls tighter on his cock?

There wasn't one intimate part of your body that didn't have dark, blossoming bruises of passion bitten into it. He'd had his fingers inside of you while he marked you up, feeling you soak his hand as he sucked and bite your skin.

"I fucking hope you know I am cumming inside," He growled, hovering his other hand over your throat. He didn't wrap his hand around it and squeeze. He just left it there to exert his dominance over you. Cum nearly spilled inside of you seeing how much it aroused you.

Seeing your eyes light up hearing that he planned to cum inside. The intimacy made your orgasm curl tighter. "Y-You promise?" You managed, moving your head back, and exposing your throat submissively to him for him to squeeze if he wanted.

Scaramouche couldn't hold back his moans anymore, especially not after that and so sweetly said. "Fuck, I'll pump you so fucking full. What a whore," He groaned. He would pump you so full like he imagined all those nights he jacked himself off to thoughts of you.

He knew he would never get enough of the shy, adoring blush that coated your cheeks when he degraded you.

"You are mine. All mine," His hand gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him as his cock pulsed inside of you. "Do you underneath me, slut? Or are you too fucked dumb?"

"I'm all yours, Scara. I always was," Your words were said with such tender truth to them. He couldn't detect one single hint of deception in your voice, even as your words broke apart into moans and whimpers.

You couldn't help it. You are in so love with him that it hurt. You'd just been too scared to tell him. Afraid of rejection. He could see it in your eyes. But, he understood that completely. "Shh, it's okay now, kitten," He started to babble, shuddering in pleasure as he pushed one of your knees up towards your chest, "I have you now. Everything will be okay. This horrible world won't ever hurt you," His hips snapped into yours with twice the vigor, "I'll see to that."

Only he alone could taint and corrupt you. Only he could break you down and put you back together as he saw fit. It was all the better for him that you accepted it without hesitation.

"You are close, fuck I can feel it," Your walls were squeezing so deliciously tight on his cock. He placed a rough, passionate kiss on your lips, devouring your mouth for a few long minutes. "And you are crying to," He pulled away, brushing the tears of pleasure falling from your eyes away with his thumb, "Cum on my cock like a good girl. You want me to cum inside, don't you?" He cooed.

You could barely manage a nod, crying out for him as your orgasm hit you. Your cum flooded around his cock, the feeling of your walls craving to milk his cock made cum pulse inside of you.

His fingers relentlessly rubbed your clit, further making you twitch and mewl in bliss as he fucked you through your climax.

"Good fucking girl," Scaramouche said, panting as he pulled out of you. Cum dripped out of your weeping hole. He didn't give you time to catch your breath, however. He was already working his way down between your legs to lick and suck your pussy clean.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Tangerine x best friend fem!reader

Summary: No matter how hard Tangerine tries, he can't resist your sweetness.

Genre: SMUT (nsfm)

Warnings: virgin!reader, innocent!sub!reader, soft!dom!Tangerine, swearing, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, degradation, praise

TANGERINE MASTERLIST

Fuck, Tangerine curses as he looks behind him and realizes the men are quickly closing in on you and him. His instincts kick in immediately as he holds your arm and practically shoves you into the small alley. He grabs your gun and tosses it across the cobble-stones.

"Tan?" you gasp, your eyes round with confusion. What is he doing?

You know the men chasing you are furious that you and Tangerine had foiled their operation and stolen their hard-drive, and you'd truly expected Tangerine's plan to be fighting instead of fleeing.

He seems to have a completely different plan in mind however when one of his hands pushes against your stomach as he corners you against the brick wall, his other hand resting near your head as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

Using the hand that isn't on the wall, he hooks one of your legs around his waist. "Shh, trust me darlin'. They didn't see our faces that well and it's dark outside," he mumbles, his mustache tickling your skin as you tense up.

"Just trust me"

His hand on your stomach slides to your waist, adjusting you closer to him, as he hears the men angrily run by. You're chest to chest now and Tangerine's breath is warm on your face, his breathing quickened.

In this position, the only natural thing for him to be doing is kissing your neck—only, he isn't.

He waits a moment until he's completely sure the men have gone and then he pulls away from you.

You let out an involuntary sigh, your leg dropping from his hip as you stare at him in the moonlight. You miss seeing the faint blush on his cheeks as he turns and walks over to recover your gun.

"Couldn't have 'em seeing this thing in your hand—didn't fit the scene," he mutters, chuckling a little. He hands it to you and sniffs, looking away nonchalantly. "Okay, now c'mon, we're in the clear now."

* * *

Once you make it back to the car, Lemon's waiting inside, his hands tight on the wheel. Tangerine opens your door for you and then he jumps into the backseat. You and him haven't spoken since his plan and your mind is racing almost as fast as Lemon hits the peddle.

"Ya got the drive?" Lemon asks.

"Hm," Tangerine nods, his mind obviously elsewhere.

His brother senses whatever tension there is and frowns. "What happened back there?"

"Nothing," you and Tangerine both say in unison, your voices rushed.

When you arrive at the hotel, Lemon is still not convinced nothing had happened considering you and Tangerine usually have to be pried apart so you can sleep in your own room while they share theirs. You can barely look at each other now.

On a normal night Lemon also knows you'd yap his and Tangerine's ears off while his brother listens with interest and uncharacteristic patience—but tonight you're both quiet.

You go into your room with only a small goodnight while the Twins take the one next to yours. You feel warm and fuzzy as your mind reminds you of Tangerine's touch on your thigh and waist, his breath hot against your skin.

It all feels like too much as you lay on the mattress and stare at the ceiling fan.

After a moment, you hear a sharp knock and you jump up and open the door.

"Tangerine," you breathe, looking him over. He's dressed in a white shirt and blue striped pajama bottoms that hang loosely from his hips, displaying a V-line you really wish you couldn't see because the confusing butterflies in your stomach worsen.

"Hi, luv, I wanted to make sure you're okay after what happened. I shouldn' have sprung that on ya. Ya must have been so confused,'' Tangerine sounds much calmer than he clearly is because the way his blue eyes dart around the room, avoiding yours, betrays his true emotions.

You let him in and he walks inside, leaning against the door once it's shut as you stand in front of him. You swear you see him glance at your lacy pajama set for a moment.

"It's okay," you whisper honestly and the after a pause you ask, "I-I just, Tan, what exactly were you doing?"

The question stumps him and he frowns. "Hm?"

You feel your cheeks warm. "I mean–with your hand–and your lips near my neck and—my leg on your hip—what was that all supposed to mean?"

Tangerine is even more confused now and he moves closer, tilting his head. He knows you're younger than him, but still, you should be experienced by now.

He assumed you were.

Tangerine clears his throat. "I was making sure those bastards didn't think it was us—that instead if they saw they'd just see a drunk couple makin' out in an alley."

Your eyes remain round and innocent and Tangerine's heart pounds. He does his best to suppress a smirk.

"Ya do know what I mean when I say "making out" don't ya, sweetheart?" he asks, his tone playfully condescending, and his eyes glimmer as he teases you. "You've made-out with someone surely?"

You don't answer and realization dawns on him. "Kissed someone?" he tries.

"I have," you say quickly, "Like maybe t-three times," you admit and avoid his gaze. Tangerine feels warm inside his chest.

How can he know so little about you when it comes to relationships? You're his best friend.

"Oh," he says and looks to the side, "Well, I'm extra sorry now, luv, I didn't know you'd never had someone touch you like that."

"It's okay," you say, really meaning it.

Tangerine's eyes lock with yours, taking in your innocence and all those familiar thoughts he would feel when he first met you—those filthy, almost primal thoughts—come creeping on him again and he feels ashamed.

How can he stand there and imagine how you'd look sprawled under him, your skin love-bitten and raw?

He snaps himself out of his stupor and asks, "So, you've never been in a relationship?"

You feel embarrassed. You'd avoided this topic for a reason.

"Hey, no need to be embarrassed," Tangerine says and walks further into the room. He takes your hand, sitting you down on the edge of the bed next to him. His mind is racing as he tries to act like how a normal best friend would.

Not one who imagines fucking you deep into this godforsaken mattress.

"You're young. You're still in your twenties, ya?" He asks as if reminding himself.

You nod.

"Mhm, see? You're fine," he dismisses. Awkward silence follows. He stands up and nervously runs a hand in his curls. "Okay, well, um, I should go," he says. Tangerine turns around and he isn't prepared when you grab his wrist to stop him. When he looks at you, the way you're staring at him sends an electricity shock directly to his cock.

"Tan," you pull him closer, "I-I really want to um—have that."

"Have what? A relationship?" he swallows, his commitments issues jumping out like a muzzle around his heart.

You shake your head and gaze at him. "No—making out with someone."

Tangerine's cheeks burn so warm and he's sure they're crimson by now. He feels like he just made that up. "Hmm? Padron?" he hums for conformation and blinks at you.

"Tangerine," your sweet voice turns him into a mess.

Fuck. How could you have no absolutely no clue how much effect you have on him?

You sound very serious now, when you say, "I don't want to beg for you because I think you know what I want, and I think you want it too."

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck this, Tangerine thinks as leans in, pushing your body so you're laying against the mattress, one hand lying over your head and he captures your lips in his. You respond immediately, your hands finding his cheeks as you subconsciously arch against him. Your kiss is obviously a little inexperienced and clumsy but Tangerine doesn't mind.

He can teach you.

"Let me," he whispers against your lips and moves so he has you under him as he kisses you. His knee presses against the mattress as his arm wraps around you and caresses your hair. "So good, hm? S'good for me, darlin'?" you nod and attempt to kiss him harder.

His fingers interlock with your hair, massaging your scalp, and he pulls away momentarily. "Let me be in control, okay, luv? You just move with me, kay?"

You look flustered. "Is it that bad? I–"

Tangerine shakes his head instantly and kisses your nose in a reassuring manner. "It's not bad, I don't want ya to worry. You're just inexperienced, is all. Relax for me, hm?"

His lips descend to yours again, and this time you let him take control. You move your lips with his, opening your mouth so he can slide his tongue inside. His kiss is passionate but still gentle. All he wants is to make you feel safe in his arms. He wants to make sure you're completely comfortable with him.

His hands find yours as he pins them above your head and his lips move down your jaw, peppering kisses all over your skin.

Shit, if he doesn't stop himself now when will he?

Tangerine pulls away and looks at you from over you. "Darlin', we can't," he whispers, his eyes completely lidded with lust as his chest rises and falls. His voice is husky and hoarse. "I can't do that for you. Not me."

You look up at him, breathless, "Why not?"

Tangerine's chest constricts. "Because it's wrong. Because you deserve better than me."

You blink, not understanding, "Better than you? What do you mean? I want this. I want you," you look up at him with such intensity as you push at his hands, the ones pinning yours to the mattress, breaking free and then grasping onto his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric of his blouse.

"Do you want me to beg, Tangerine?" you ask breathlessly, "Because I will."

His eyes roll back and he feels every restraint he'd had break. He feels like a teenager, only thinking with his dick—but God, he wants you so badly his entire body is vibrating.

He doesn't have much constraint left in him as he mutters, "Are you sure you want this? I wanna make sure you understand what you're asking me for, darlin'." His lips hit your ear and he says, "I'm not a gentle lover."

Tangerine says this but he knows deep down he'll be whatever kind of lover you need. Even if that means not touching you at all.

"I'm sure. I trust you."

Those words cause his heart to leap and his dick to harden even more. You trust him? As your best friend he shouldn't have you like this—he should be better than this—but he can't deny you anything, not when you look so pretty and pliant under him.

It's overwhelming how much he craves being the one to take your virginity. Tangerine's hands slide down your top and he lifts you up, pulling your shirt off and instantly attaching his lips to your nipples. He adores the soft sounds you make, how you shiver from his touch as he trails his fingers down the skin on your waist and hips. How you arch into him with every tentative lick he blesses you with.

"I love the way ya sound," he groans as he lifts up your hips, hooking his thumb in your pajama shorts and your panties, pulling them down so you're naked underneath him. Your skin is as soft as he'd imagined and you look like an angel with your eyes wide and innocent. You're anticipating his touch, your breasts rising and falling.

Tangerine dips his hand lower and rubs your clit gently, sensing your arousal on his fingers. "Shit, s'this all for me, angel?" he teases and you nod, making that whimpering sound he likes so damn much.

He circles your hole and leans in to kiss your forehead. "Can I get ya ready for my cock, pretty girl? Can I use my fingers? My tongue?" he whispers and you nod. This time, the nod isn't enough. "C'mon, use your words for me."

"Yes, please. 'Wanna f-feel you," you whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck, finding the baby hairs on his nape and pulling him even closer to you. You kiss him again, liking the way his fingers explore around you.

For someone who'd proclaimed to be so rough with the women he dated, he's being incredibly gentle with you and it's making you feel dizzy.

"Good girl," he smiles into your lips and lays you down again, using his hands to spread your thighs as he looks at you. He presses a kiss to your inner thigh. This is about you tonight, not him, so he has no problem ignoring how tight his jeans feel. He sucks on your inner thigh, smiling. "Ya probably taste like honey," he mumbles as his mustache tickles your skin and he moves to press a soft kiss to your clit.

You squirm instantly and Tangerine presses his palm against your thigh, pushing your hips down in a firm manner while he continues to smooth circles around your skin. "Shh, baby, you're okay," he murmurs against your pussy, pressing wet kisses to your slit. He looks up at you, seeing how lidded your eyes have become.

"Hey, my sweet girl, can ya look at me?"

You do your best to focus on him. "Want you to tell me no or stop if it's too much, mhmm. If you're too overwhelmed just say the words, okay? I won't be mad at ya, darlin'. Ya can say them anytime— I don' care if I'm already inside ya or if I've haven't even touched ya, you tell me. You communicate, do ya understand me?"

He's never this insistent with his lovers. Never. In fact, he's usually the opposite. He likes being rough and he just assumes his partners know to tell him if it's too much. But you? You're different. You don't have any experience with this kind of thing and the last thing he wants is you just biting your lip and letting him hurt you.

Tangerine could never live with himself if he hurt you.

You nod.

Tangerine presses a quick kiss to where you're most sensitive. "No, no, your words, luv. Use them."

Your voice is small and breathy. "I understand," you say.

Something inside him snaps and he returns all his attention to you, his hands tightening around your thighs as he eats you out like a starved man. You feel so weak and shaky in the best way possible, your hand gripping anything you can find as you moan and whimper. You've never felt like this and you wouldn't be surprised if this is what heaven feels like.

His mouth works wonders, you lose sense of time and everything around you blurs.

You come with a moan and Tangerine pulls away, satisfied by the self-lubrication you've just provided. He sits up, teasing your hole a little until he stands up and you panic a little. You try and sit up too but your arms feel like jello and Tangerine is back, this time with a condom. He shows it to you with a small smile.

"Makin' sure we're safe, hm?" he promises and kisses your lips again, gently coaxing you to lay back and relax. He spreads your thighs and looks down at your glistening pussy, thinking for a moment. "Still wanna open ya up, luv," he says and brings his hand and slowly inserts one finger, testing the waters.

You take him easily because of the lubrication, with just a little shift of your hips and a moan. However, the second finger isn't as easy and you try to shift away from him this time. "Shh, baby, you're okay. Promise," tangerine reassures as he moves closer and pulls your hips closer to his, your leg resting on his thighs as he works his fingers inside you.

Soon, you're a moaning mess and Tangerine pulls out his fingers, licking them clean, as he smirks and looks at you. "Ya ready?" He sure is, he's so hard it hurts.

"Y-yes," you say, opening your legs. You're aching for him at this point.

You're much too in your head as your eyes shut when he shifts and you hear the rustling of clothes. You hold your breath, feeling him move over you and his dick touches your thigh. You inhale, shivering as the feeling of his hand running against your hairline and your eyes open.

He's hovering over you, your noses almost touching as he keeps himself up by his forearms against the mattress. He lifts himself up with one of his arms, clutching the headboard for a moment as he guides himself to your entrance.

"Tan—" you interrupt him and he looks at you, his blue eyes wide and worried.

"What's wrong?"

"Is it gonna hurt?" you ask honestly, your lip trembling. You want this so bad but you're also scared.

Tangerine's eyes soften. "I don't know, darlin'. It might—it probably will—but if I do things right, it won't be unbearable, I promise. And then, the pain will turn into pleasure," he says with a smile and kisses your forehead.

"And if it doesn't, then you'll tell me and we'll figure something else out, hm. Okay? We can try different angles, like ya bein' on top for example, either way, I'm right here with ya."

You bite your cheek, nodding. He's your best friend. He'd never hurt you.

The first push isn't the worst. It just feels weird up until the burn where you let out a little cry and your hands try and find something to hold onto.

"My back, baby, it's okay, go on," Tangerine encourages with a grunt, being slow and deliberate with his movements. He nips your neck when you wrap your arms around his back and your nails dig into his skin. It feels only fair that if he's hurting you, you should return the favor.

Once the burn disappears and the tip breaches, you relax and it's much easier. You gasp, feeling him rock into you–slowly. "Fuck me, you're so good," he praises, gripping the sheets over your head as he moves a little faster and a little deeper.

Your body is buzzing and your nails dig into his back.

"More," you whimper, "Feels really good," you say, unable to open your eyes as you hold in your moans that threaten to spill because of his thrusts.

He smirks, his chest filling with pride. "Yeah? T'feels good, doesn't it? Ya like havin' me inside ya like this?"

You nod, pulling him in closer as his thrusts become more purposeful. You whine and the more his hips snap into yours and you wrap your legs around him, the deeper you take him. "Tangerine!" you cry, moaning his name as he muffles your sounds with a kiss.

"Quiet now, can't have Lemon hearing how I've turned ya into my good little slut," he groans, his muscles tensing as he continues his pace, holding himself back only a little because you can't take him at his fullest—yet. You'll have time to learn, he promises himself as he fucks you closer and closer to his own release.

You moan at the degradation and it only brings you closer to the edge. "Please, please, please," you whimper pitifully, scratching your nails down his back as the hotel bed creaks underneath you.

"Please what?" Tangerine groans.

You come for the second time. Tangerine captures the broken moan in his mouth as he kisses you, fucking you again and again until you've ridden out your high and he's on the brink.

"Bloody hell," he groans as he comes inside the condom, barely holding himself up from toppling over you and crushing you under him. He peppers kisses all over your face as he praises you. "Good girl, such a good girl for me."

Your breathing harshly, your arms falling to your side as you stare up at the ceiling. Your mind is spinning as you wrap your head around how you'd just lost your virginity to the one man you'd promised yourself you would never fall for—and the one man who it was always inevitably that you would.

Tangerine pulls out gently, discarding the condom in the trash, and then he rolls onto his back and catches his breath. You stay still, not sure how this works. Tangerine looks over at you, hiding a smile as he sends you a soft look.

"Hey, c'mere," he whispers and shifts so you can lay on his chest in his arms.

You do so as he pulls the blanket over your bodies as he presses a quick kiss to your forehead. "Talk to me. How're ya feelin'?" he asks.

You feel a whirlwind of emotions that you can't quite put into words. The warmth of his body against yours is comforting and yet it intensifies the confusion dancing around you and even when you rest your palm on his stomach for more warmth and comfort, your stomach twists nervously.

"I don't know," you finally admit, your voice small. "I liked it and I- I wanted this but now that it's happened, it's so new and I'm scared."

Tangerine's fingers find themselves in your hair, storking gently as he tries to convey his emotions though his touches. "I understand," he murmurs. "I know it's a lot, but I'm here, alright? I'm not going anywhere."

You close your eyes, letting his words sink in. You never thought you would find yourself in this situation, much less with him. You don't know what came over you to even ask for this—but now that you had, a part of you feels like it was the right decision.

"I've never been with anyone and I don't want to lose myself in this," you confess. "In you."

Tangerine's heart is pounding. He doesn't do commitment or relationships—he's never been good at them. He feels like whenever he's tried, he's been a shitty boyfriend.

However, he can't help but feel like there is something about you that makes him want to do better.

He tilts your chin up so you're looking into his eyes. "You won't," he promises, his gaze steady and sincere. "We're in this together and I promise you, I'll do my very best not to mess this up."

He leans in and kisses your lips softly. "I like you too much to mess this up," he whispers against your lips and you can't help but smile. You've never felt safer than in his arms.

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tag: @tansgirlfriend

[fudanshidoublevision]

It's pretty funny how the three love interests have something in common 。。。。besides their obvious interest (Haley) and obsession (Double Vision and Ray) towards the MC of the game.

The three of them smoke, which might be something banal for some but I like to hold into small details like these and make up stuff.

Haley takes smoke breaks, Ray smokes when he is in your apartment and Double isn't shown smoking in the game but he does on his birthday illustration. ᶘ ⊙ᴥ⊙ᶅ

Not sure if that was on purpose or just a coincidence but either way, it makes sense to me.

Ray, especially, the fact that he smokes.

Considering that he spent most of his pre-teen and teenage years until he was 18 years old living with Steel Sheriff and remember, Steel Sheriff is a shitty person and a BAD influence, so it makes sense that maaaybe that bad habit was influenced by that horrendous man and Ray took a hold into it.

Ray strikes me as the type of guy who's addicted to nicotine and honestly? I don't blame him at all, that man went through so much shit since he came out of his mother's womb so if he EVEN chain smokes, it wouldn't faze me at all.

Not sure if Ray smokes only at night but someone dear to me does and well, the only time of the day Ray is completely free of any duty is at night, as far as i've seen? Also, smoking at night sounds...right to me, he takes notice of you and opens the window so he isn't stinking up your place...which is surprising, the only smokers I know always smoke in secluded places and I can smell it all the way into my bedroom. ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ

I'm aware that nicotine has some benefits but we are talking about Ray, who is freaking Binary Star, HIS ABILITY???? EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. /j This man does not GAF about the side effects or the benefits of smoking. Out of the three I believe that Ray is free from any illnesses or any type of side effects, heh.

Now, Haley, they are shapeshifter...? Correct me if I'm wrong, im an amateur on the Haley department. Crazy idea but imagine if they smoke on their cat form, holy fucking shit. Their brain, gastrointestinal system or even their heart is not safe though...but I believe that they can easily shift into any animal with the strongest lungs ever and live another day without being worried about any complications? Huh, this sounds batshit crazy so I think I'll stop writing this part.

Like Ray, Haley seems to smoke as a sedative, what if they smoke herbal cigarettes? Also, I believe that they can easily quit if they want to (heh, now that I'm reading this part i forgot that this is something most addicts say, LOL.) , which I beg to differ when it comes to Ray or Double, I don't judge them, just an observation I guess.

At last, my favorite character and current obsession, Double Vision.

Cigarette smoking, yeah but what about vaping? He looks like the type of guy that would vape or maybe is it too tame for him? Maybe he wants something stronger. Wait, does anyone really need a reason to smoke? ಠಿ_ಠ

People say that vaping is less hazardous than smoking but to me? It's the same thing, most e-cigarretes contain nicotine but yeah, you are inhaling smoke from burning tobacco when you smoke a cigarette. I don't know anything about vaping. It's pretty popular in my country though, never tried it but my friend told me that vaping feels and tastes different from smoking, so I believe their judgement.

Forgive my yapping, like I was saying! He isn't safe from the lung cancer, at all. Yeah, this man can do sick tricks with the smoke, for sure... I'm not going to name any because I might be wrong but you name it and maaaaaaaybe he would be capable of doing it, if you can do something for him back, of course. Oh, I'm 100% sure this freakazoid throws the smoke in your face on purpose, I find that hot actually...if only my nostrils and eyes could say the same about that. If he does that, I'll be coughing like I have asthma until I die.

Hmm, I can't think of when he started smoking...maybe on his teenage years? After all, I think it was at that time that he started to get along with shady people and ugly business. The power of influence and their ambience might be a big factor of this habit on these guys. Heavy on Ray.

That's everything I could think of. For now.

If you are a real person, don't smoke, I guess?. Do whatever you want BUT DON'T BE TELLING ANYONE THAT TUMBLR USER fudanshidoublevision encouraged you to do it.

If you are fictional character, yassss smoke all you want beautiful inexistent individual, you don't exist after all!

GODDAMN!!!!!! I MIGHT START SMOKING RIGHT NOW IF I CAN LOOK THIS HOT 😍😍😍 GIVE ME THAT CIGARETTE 🔥🔥🔥

[kelpweedkelpweedingkelpweeds]

Reading analysis about Cal while screaming into the void known as an empty room and here to publish my unneeded thoughts about my blorbo.

Cal deserved more screen time, he deserved more chapters of his POV and honestly VA did him so dirty 😔

Because our dear RQ characters are definitely unreliable narrators, the reader’s perception of characters is based on their own POVs and how other characters perceive them. Unfortunately, every character describes Cal as a lovesick puppy, a mopey matchstick, a dense moron and everything in between. It's not that these are wrong, they're part of his character, but these are incredibly surface level traits which leads to the general perception of Cal’s character being superficial, bland and boring. It seems like his only purpose in the story is to be Mare’s love interest because Maven betrayed her.

However, he has a whole lot of untapped potential. My man did not get betrayed by Mare, betrayed by his brother, find out his mother was murdered buy Elara, get forced to kill his own father, lose everything he had and got sentenced to execution all in 1 day for people to call him boring. Honestly, when I listed it out like that, I truly realised how crazy the whole situation was. Within the span of a day he lost any form of stability he had even known in his life, and found out that one if not the closest person to him (maven) was a lie. If that isn't traumatic, I really wouldn't like to hear whatever other definition of trauma there is out there. I think the only reason we very much overlook Cal's trauma is because 1. It happened in real time, 2. He's no longer a child, 3. We didn't see it from his POV and 4. In this scene he and his father are technically the "bad guys".

Here's the thing though, he has never talked about it. Not once. Never. The closest we ever saw this man to losing his mind was when he was planning the Corros prison break. He'd never mentioned this trauma from any POV, not even his own. Maven told Mare about how Elara messed up everything in his brain, and how he never recovered from it. For Cal, we never found out how he dealt with it and how close to the brink of insanity he was. If he ever just felt like exploding and destroying everything. Nobody except Mare ever asked him if he was ok. He had every right to go mad. But he didn't. Some miraculous way, Cal managed to maintain some semblance of sanity and that is unimaginable mental strength like holy shit.

Another way too glossed over plot point was why he chose the crown over mare in the epilogue of KC. This one I get genuinely frustrated over sometimes because there were so many reasons for him to make that decision. I know many people have talked about this before but I'm just going to repeat it 1. It's the best political move in the situation. Cal isn't stupid, no matter how many people seem to think he is. He knows better than to let the place of King open for anyone to snatch up and that it was the only way the Silvers and the Scarlet Guard would ever work together. 2. To him it's his moral obligation. Cal's loyalty and sense of duty is a huge part of his character. All his life he's been told it's his responsibility, his destiny to become king and serve the people. Not only that, the crown is his family's legacy and considering the fact that he was the one to behead his own father Cal likely feels even more morally obligated to become king. The words he said to Mare, "I love you and I want you more than anything else in this world". He uses the word "want", but how can a want, a desire ever compare to what he believes is a need, an obligation? It's not that he didn't love mare enough like Evangeline suggested, or that he fell prey to the power's lure like Mare insinuated in the epilogue. He did what he full heartedly believed was right, and unfortunately this was barely touched upon in war storm which made me want to tear my hair out.

This yap session is nearly done, just hold on a bit longer. The last thing that DEFINITELY should have gotten more words was his ultimate decision to abdicate. All we got was him reading Coriane's diary, Evangeline telling him "if it's not too late for me, it's not too late for you" and then the decision. WHERE'S THE IN-BETWEEN THOUGHT PROCESS? He read through Coriane's diary and realised that she wanted her son to have a different life, and of course he probably had some thoughts about it. Considering how he knew the Scarlet Guard and Montfort weren't with him, how he still loved Mare, perhaps realizing what his life could have been with an alive mother was what tipped him over the edge. Perhaps it was loyalty to his mother he never had the chance to know, loyalty to the little of her forever bound in a gold-covered book, buried in the graveyard known as time. Maybe he asked Julian who seemed to want him to reconsider his decision as king, but we'll never know because it wasn't written 😭😭😭

Cal is incredibly kind, loyal, warm, passionate, motivated, and indecisive, and I love that about him. His story could have been a tragedy, a prodigy put on a pedestal that had everything and was forced to be everything, reduced to nothing in an instant. But it wasn't. He found love in a girl that took everything from him, and rebuilt himself a far better life from the ashes of nothing. Normally the circle between characters I like and characters I respect rarely overlap, but somehow this 6'3 adorable ass dork stuck himself straight in both and this is why I will defend what his character is and could have been. Thank you for attending my Tedtalk, it's literally all my thoughts about this man exploding into text and falling onto a Tumblr post.

This is me getting distracted from writing Fated god send help I just can't stay on track

Funny story I wanted to copy this essay into a document for fun just to see how many words and guess who highlighted a portion of it and clicked space by accident. Hahaha (that whole thing was 1000 words btw I need to learn to shut up)

[weepingchronicles]

Hii!! I am the same annon who requested the yan!Jinx with a darling on hunger strike. I saw that I am allowed to make more requests.

First of all I'd like to say that I LOVED the hc u made!

Second of all, if its not too much trouble, could I pretty please with cherry on top request a yan! Jinx with a fem or afab darling who got her/their period(whatever pronouns you are more comfortable with)(bacically due to stress of the abduction she didnt get her period for a while and now it finally came).

Also, do Arcane ladies even her periods? Like- idk how to explain it but I dont get the vibe they would??? Does it make sense???(as somebody who is on her period, I would be so jealous if they didnt. If they did, then I feel pity bc...where do they get pads in the under ground to begin with??)

Anyways, I am really sorry if this is too long ot counts as spam and if you dont feel comfy about writting about this topic, please ignore it!!

Have a wonderfull day and make sure to drink enough water!

a/n: hello! i am so glad you liked it! ♡ thank you for requesting as well! don't worry, this isn't spam. i am just glad you enjoy my writing. this is also written from my own experience with periods since i am afab. i chose to do afab reader since not only women have periods and i want all to feel represented !! although i can not write for someone else's personal expression for obvious reasons. thank you for all the support!

cw: period, yandere behavior, past abduction/kidnapping, stockholm syndrome(?)

❝yandere!jinx x afab!reader getting their period❞

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 The thought that you hadn't gotten your period in several months hadn't even occurred to you. The stress and entire adjustment period had kept your mind pretty much occupied. Dealing with Jinx's schizophrenic ass and ideas of escape had filled most of your thoughts. Your last wouldn't have even been your goddamn period!

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 But here you were, dealing with cramps and feeling groggy as hell. Your depression had already been bad enough after you were kidnapped but now it feels like hell. All you want is to hide in your bed and forget the world. The world? Sure, but you can't forget Jinx.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 You knew eventually you had to tell Jinx, she would understand but the idea of discussing your period with your captor.. just feels wrong. Perhaps it was because you didn't want to come to terms that you've been here for nearly a year. The idea of sharing this vulnerable side of yourself felt too awful to bear.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 But it was futile.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 Soon enough Jinx comes skipping, yapping about something crazy that happened while she was out in the city. Almost bragging that she could freely roam outside but you couldn't.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 She almost didn't notice your silent lackluster attitude. To be fair, ever since you've been taken you hardly wanted to talk much and Jinx didn't seem to mind that.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "What's up with you, firecracker? Got your period?" She laughs at her own joke, throwing her head back until she looks back at you, your deadpan face telling her it was indeed your period.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Oh." Her tone and face immediately softens with sympathy and she sits down beside you, throwing her weapon out of the way.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Do you, erm, need anything?" It almost feels better seeing that Jinx is as uncomfortable with this situation as you are. Maybe more. She wasn't the most caretaking nurturing type, but when you needed something she was happy to supply.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Well, my cramps are really awful and I feel exhausted."

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 She nods, suddenly running circles around her hideout as she gathers supplies for you. She comes back carrying a bunch of blankets and a hot water bottle for your stomach. She dumps it all on the bed.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Need anything else?" She asks, it amused you to some extent to see her running around, collecting and doing anything for you.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 "Some food would be nice," her eyes widen and she darts in the other direction, after awhile coming back with a bowl of soup in her hands. You don't think you've seen her be this gentle before.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 After some pampering and warm soup filling your belly you feel a lot better than you were before. Somehow through it all, Jinx manages to curl up beside you, her lithe form strewn over you like a human blanket. It was funny as she snored and her blue hairs hung in front of her face.

🚀 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🦈 Perhaps this wasn't as bad as you thought it'd be.

artist credits: @/iwantmoretime17 on instagram

[changisworld]

Blindfolding with Felix.

->Sexual Blindfolding: Sexual Blindfolding is when one or more partners have something purposely covering their eyes while engaging in sex, used to enhance other senses &/or used for an element of surprise.

Word count:2,231

->Smut warnings: Blindfolding, slightly public sex, PIV, squirting, nipple play & pinching, 3 pussy slaps, pussy eating & fingering (brief), creampie, unprotected sex, voice kink.

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You've always been a bit of an exhibitionist & you can't deny that, so when you & felix started mixing your kinks together, being blindfolding & risky sex, it's music to your ears.

It first started with Felix blindfolding you & taking you to random areas of the house to change the surroundings for a bit of an extra thrill for you, but that isn't enough for you both anymore, but luckily Felix has the best idea to help this.

That's how you've ended up in the forest.. well actually no, you both actually originally went on a walk since it was a warm day down a common walk trail, mostly used for old people walking their dogs so Felix especially likes it mostly for that reason, never failing to pet all the animals, but little does he know that today, you've came prepared & you're more than excited to see his reaction.

You've both walked slightly off trail into a more dense part of the woods to pick some wild berries but you're a bit more than distracted by this point, not caring about the stupid raspberries, the way his long, shoulder length blonde hair sitting so prettily & his slim fingers decorated with rings grabbing each piece of fruit he is finding, placing it in the clear tub where the sandwiches you both ate originally were & you're too excited with your little plan to keep letting him do this when he could be doing you instead.

You play with Felix's hair in your fingers as you both sit on a fallen tree trunk together & he just yaps away about random things he has learned from tiktok & the new cookie recipe that he hasn't got completely correct yet, but your mind is elsewhere, & Felix catches the hint when you dramatically sigh & your hand rests itself on his thigh.

"Lixieee, you look so pretty right now, y'know that?" you say, smiling t him as your thumb caresses his thigh & you can feel it tense beneath you which makes you giggle.

"Is this just you giving me a compliment or are you after something else?" he replies, his freckled cheeks blushing back at you, his ears showing the same colour.

"It is a compliment don't get me wrong! But i mean since you're suggesting something else, I brought something, but i've hidden it." you tease, getting a bit embarrassed at your own words as you giggle before hiding your face in his shoulder, but he makes you look back at him, a devilish look in his eyes.

"N where's what you've hidden n where is it?" he asks, his hand resting on your very inner thigh & you part your legs on instinct & he smirks.

"It's in my bra." you whisper & he giggles this time before quickly looking around to make sure nobody is around, but obviously there isn't, you're both at least fifteen minutes away from the path & no elderly person is gonna be down a steep hill surrounded by thick trees, but he can never be too sure, he wouldn't care if he was seen but if you were seen by anyone he would probably die of jealousy, which is another perk of him that you love.

Felix reaches onto your shirt & starts to slide his hand under the fabric, but you swat his hand away. "The only way to get it is if you take off my shirt." you double down, your cheeks turning red from not only being flustered but also just embarrassment & he chuckles at your reaction.

Felix doesn't say anything but he doesn't waste any time in doing what you pretty much told him to do & you take off your denim jacket & he tugs at your shirt & puts it beside you on the tree trunk & he doesn't look away from your eyes as he dips his hand into your bra & pulls out a black eye mask & his jaw visibly drops before he bites his bottom lip in anticipation.

"You're insane, y'know that? so hot." he purrs, his voice an octave or two lower as he fiddles with the black satin blindfold, smirking at you cheekily.

"Well show me how hot you think it is, pretty please?" you chirp, sweeping the hair out of his face that was being messed up by the small breezes of the wind.

Felix chuckles before pretending to think about the question before he obviously agrees.

He leans over you & takes the jacket that you had placed beside you & places it on the mucky land with some green leaves decorating it before setting his knees on it as he gets on his knees in front of you, his face looking far too innocent for what you're both about to do, but you love it so much.

You spread your legs more so he can fit himself between them as comfortably as he can, trying his best to ignore the uneven ground digging into his knees, quickly reaching under the jacket to sweep away a stick that was poking him.

"You look so pretty from down here, you know that?" you chuckle as you pretty much just admire him & he gets a bit flustered at your words, giggling like a child who just got the christmas present they'd been begging for.

"Well take it all in because you brought this, remember?" he replies, trying to sound less unbothered than he actually is as he leans up & then secures it on your face, taking away your vision & your excitement doubles.

You hold on tighter to the tree you're sitting on, the flowy black skirt you're wearing giving Felix not much left to imagine as your already wet core is prominent through the thin fabric which is sticking to it & you feel like you're about to die with anticipation as Felix's dainty fingers are dragging painfully slowly along your inner thighs & then over your pubic bone, avoiding the one place where you're literally leaking for him completely.

You're about to beg him to do anything, but your words are cut off as he swiftly pushes your panties to the side & his fingers drag up your soaked folds, before he moves the very same fingers up to his lips, tasting you & he hums in a low voice which makes you clench around nothing.

He doesn’t wanna waste anymore of his own time though, however, as he can see the goosebumps covering all of your skin & he can’t help but feel the tiniest bit bad at the fact you’re cold, so he decides that he will just have to take your mind off it.

He doesn’t waste much more time as he shoves the pudge of your clit into his mouth, suckling on it & humming at the raw taste of you, which obviously shoots the vibration through you & you let out a hiss of pleasure.

“taste good, you’re so wet & i’ve barely done anything.” he murmurs, his voice deep & kinda animalistic & you whimper at the sound before a harsh smack lands on your clit & you let out a squeal that was a bit louder than expected & you have to try shut yourself up, it getting a bit harder to balance on the log but luckily felix holds onto your thighs with a firm grip.

“Lixie!! don’t be a meanie, just fuck me.” you demand & Felix can tell you’re furrowing your eyebrows under the eye mask & he chuckles.

“You’re too desperate, nobody’s gonna find us don’t worry, or is that what you want? i wanna play with you for a bit” he purrs, his voice ringing through your ears as he resumes what he was doing, his lips dragging themselves through your folds, your wetness completely soaking them before they wrap back around your clit & you whimper as you sink into the feeling as he also decides to add two fingers into you & to say you love the feeling of him filling you with anything is an understatement.

“Lixie, so good, lemme cum” you moan, your legs opening that tiny bit extra as a way of trying to convince him but he doesn’t listen, instead he pulls away, smacking your pussy again not once but twice, watching the way you clench & the mixture of his spit & also your slick sticking to his fingers which makes his already hard cock ache.

Felix doesn’t say anything as he stands up off his knees, completely forgetting the jacket that just saved his own pants getting dirty with mud on the knee caps as he grabs you by the hand & walks you just a couple of steps to hold onto a tree & you stick your ass out for him the second you find your balance on the tree now in front of you & felix smirks before giving your ass a spank as he flips your skirt up & you can hear him undoing his belt before pulling them down & guessing by the hiss he lets out, you can guess the cold air just hit his sensitive cock like a train & you’re dying with excitement.

You can feel him aligning himself up with your dripping hole & you could cry from desperation & Felix knows this & laughs at you, which makes you pout.

Felix pulls your bra straps down just enough so he can wiggle the annoying piece of clothing down enough to expose your tits for him & despite him not being able to see it & he cups the left one in his left hand as he slowly enters into you, both of you letting out a groan in unison at the stretch & tightness.

Felix cups your other tit as you then start trying to fuck back into him when you’re ready & he pinches your nipples as a warning. “Stop being so needy, i’m gonna give you what you want, you’re too spoiled by me, always acting out so much” he growls in your ear as his clothed chest is connected with your naked back & you chuckle at his words, butterflies in your stomach.

“You love it so much, it’s why i do it, Lixie please just fuck me, want it so much” you say as you turn your head to the side to speak despite you can’t even see him & you purposely clench around him to let him feel your words along with hear it & his knees buckle slightly behind you at the feeling, so warm & soft.

“i hate how well you speak t’me it’s too much to take, y’know that?” he asks but it’s mostly a rhetorical question as he starts fucking into you at a decent pace, the position working in both his & your favour as the tip of his cock pokes & teases your G-spot meanly & you need to make a conscious effort to hold onto the tree that’s the only real thing holding you up.

Felix keeps pinching your tits meanly but in the way he knows you love, twisting them at the same time & you squeak at the pain & you can feel your orgasm bubbling up & you can also feel that it’s not just gonna be a ‘boring’ in your own words orgasm, but something different & your mind is going numb, your arms shaking.

“Lix-fuck, gonna cum, so g-good” you stammer, your voice raising at the end & your breath heavy & felix lets a low groan in your ear, making you gush & clench around him.

“C-can feel it, cum f’me & i’ll cum f-for you too” he stutters, his own release pending & getting stronger in his stomach & he starts kissing & licking on your neck, making sure to let groans escape his lips just to push you over the edge that tiny bit more & it works.

Your orgasm makes your brain melt as your release squirts out of you & you let out a dragged out squeal & Felix feels it plap against his hard & full balls & the second he feels you cumming, his own orgasm spurts out into you, which just even further boosts your own feeling.

Felix & you share whines & cries as his cum paints your walls white & he pulls out once he starts to soften & he doesn’t waste time in helping you move back to the log where you were both originally sat before taking off the blindfold & you scrunch your eyes to try adjust to the sudden brightness.

“You okay? I didn’t expect you to squirt from a quickly that’s a new thing.” he asks in a soft voice, chuckling as he uses your hair tie to put his hair in a low bun to try get the now damp under part of his hair away from his neck as he fixes your bra for you.

“yeah, was amazing, i’m freezing though but my jacket is now muddy so let’s go home, still horny” you reply, giving him a cheeky smile as you throw your shirt back on & make sure to pick up the tub of berries that you were both picking, your legs shaky & both of your breath still staggered.

->Taglist & anon list are open!

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(if your user is NOT in grey, it’s because i couldn’t tag you :( )

[lackablazeical]

Yall started interacting with my alastor design again so I got the urge to fix up the design for my warm up 😩 imma yap abt the design under the cut so feel free to see that⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

ALSO pls don't yap abt how u hate/love Vivzie, I do not care 🙏 I pinky promise you every person ever is a shitty person she's just ur bias

OKAY so first. Colors. In my original design I also used greyscale, but for this version I got rid of the red entirely. Eve would neverrr let him match colors with hell, plus I feel that him not having any color makes him a bit more uncanny

For his clothes I went for a 1930s pinstripe suit. While I think the original frill makes his silhouette much more interesting, it isn't very time accurate, and I think Alastor would be very 'frozen in time' with his fashion. So I made it straight and neat, along with the (almost baggy) dress pants of the time. A simple hat too, to hide his... completely exploded head yk

For his demon form, I wanted him to look almost Zombie-ish. His death was getting shot/mauled by hunting dogs, so I incorporated that a TON. His body is falling apart and rotting under him, and while he doesn't bleed, his wounds always look shiny and only partially congealed. Also the lack of organs give him that snatched waist :)

For his head wound, it is kinda a play on 'having his mother's eyes' and the sayings, 'only a face a mother could love'/'not even a face his mother could recognize'. It blinds him and horrifies him, as I HC that Alastor takes extreme pride in his appearance, so the complete gorishness of his hell-form drives him bonkers

Also, his cane is bc his 'deer legs' are more like legs chewed to bits, which also gives him a limp bc of that, which he tries to cover. I think Alastor would Hate any open display of percieved weakness, such as being blind, his limp, or being a fragile rotting body, so he goes to great lengths to hide it (and uses Eve's powers to cover it too)

He would be based off a white tailed deer specifically for markings also :) and he's always polite, doesn't curse, and doesn't engage in pettiness with Vox or Lucifer bc that pisses me off in show. Like doesn't make sense to me idk like what

[qin-qin16]

Why I think Horror shouldn't be part of the Bad Sanses

[cw: Long yapping, i’m a mediocre fan of Horror and Dust, dadmare and bad sans poly fans this one isn't for you]

@howlsofbloodhounds @what-have-i-unleashed

note: If you disagree with me, feel free to discuss the matter! Just don't be rude and respect my views on this!

I might get torn apart by my mutuals for this, but... I don't think Horror should be part of the "Bad Sanses" (or the bad guys, as some people have referred to them), especially if we're talking about Nightmare as the “leader” of the group (more like a cult leader but whatever).

I'll clear up any confusion about MTT choosing to work for Nightmare – no, they wouldn't choose that. None of them would make such a foolish, dumb decision. They're all too clever to willingly serve someone as arrogant and cruel as Nightmare.

To support my point, I’d like to say that, in my opinion, it makes sense for both Killer and Dust to be manipulated by Nightmare. Killer’s situation is pretty clear – not only does his canon show that he’s forced to work for Nightmare, but his whole history with Chara makes him the perfect victim for Nightmare to shape to his own will. That being said, I won’t go into too much detail about their troubled and extremely toxic "relationship" (I’m using the word "relationship" here because there’s no better term for this situation that I can think of for now).

And what about Dust? Okay, confession time: I’ve never seen any canon facts about him. Don’t throw stones at me – I know my charm is being a mediocre fan of these multiversal skeletons.

Unlike Killer, Dust probably didn’t even realize he was being manipulated by the devil. He already knew all the possibilities of a reset, all the choices the human could make — so why not take the one time in life chance to escape that world and boost his LOVE? A little more LOVE would definitely put an end to the endless resets. With enough LOVE, the human could finally be defeated! All he needed to do was increase his LV just a bit more and then return to his world before the human reset.

But before he knew it, he was already trapped in Nightmare’s filthy claws, unable to return to his world and stop the human from advancing through their endless genocidal routes. (Shoutout to my mutual @what-have-i-unleashed and their amazing post that I can’t seem to find, about the headcanon that Nightmare is a dream eater, and that it’s by eating Dust’s dreams that they end up meeting. [I’m not sure if that’s exactly what it was, but I trust my memory.]).

However, all he did was make it easier for Nightmare's sweet words to slip into his mind, twisting his thoughts into believing that Nightmare was a friend. My headcanon is that, after recruiting Killer, Nightmare chose to take a more ““““peaceful”””” approach to "recruit" his next servants.

Now, the point that made me want to write this post: why the hell would Nightmare choose Horror? Killer and Dust's worlds are basically universes on the verge of collapse, with no real reason to keep going. But Horror? His universe isn’t even close to ending; a new chapter just began with the fall of a new human (something extremely rare when compared to other timelines). It wouldn’t make sense for Nightmare to want to recruit someone who’s so deeply rooted in a place — and someone who would never abandon his brother to follow a cheap, terrifying version of himself.

Let’s be honest, out of the three, Horror would probably be the first to turn down any deal Nightmare might offer — both of them are way too manipulative to trust each other. And unlike Killer and Dust, Horror would definitely be unpredictable for Nightmare (he literally tortures Aliza just for fun! What wouldn’t he do to pass the time and be less bored?). Plus, he has no real use for Nightmare (ouch, sorry Horror fans).

His LOVE, no matter how high it is compared to the average Sans, still doesn’t come close to the extremely high LOVE that Killer and Dust possess. And while he might be bigger than other Sanses, he definitely has the most fragile, cracked, and scarred bones — wounds that even the strongest healing magic can’t repair. For Nightmare, Horror is probably just a bucket of negative emotions — his AU is merely a smorgasbord for Nightmare, nothing more.

[jamiepaige]

Constant Companions Closeup #2: NOT QUITE THERE

(also on spotify!)

b-b-back once again

Round two of the Constant Companions Closeups - a series of in-depth dives into the songs off of my latest album, Constant Companions! Yesterday was track one, Dyad - today is track two, Not Quite There, featuring the incomparable telebasher!

This one's a bit of a dark horse relative to the rest of the album, but it may very well be my personal favorite song on the entire thing so dammit let's Yap

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For the uninitiated, this song pulls heavily from a song off my previous album called Gummyworm, both in vibe and by very directly quoting its synth motif.

Both of these songs deal with two sides of the same emotional coin. I actually don't want to go into too much detail about it - I feel like the lyrics spell things out clearly enough - but I will say this:

When it's all you know, it's easy to believe that a love that isolates you, a love that doesn't respect you, a love that hurts is better than no love at all.

You deserve better. There are always people who genuinely want what's best for you, who want you to feel truly loved. It certainly isn't always easy - it's genuinely good if your interpersonal relationships have a little friction sometimes - but love should make your life brighter.

You deserve a love that's fair.

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The original version of this song was actually intended to be on Bittersweet alongside Gummyworm. The original concept for that album had a whole heady concept involving duality, songs reflecting each other, the two halves basically being reprisals of each other... Ultimately, I'm glad I scrapped that idea, because it was waaaaaay too much for me to manage after a couple years of barely making music. Maybe I'll revisit it someday though?

The drums on this song are sampled from an Instagram post by Louis Cole, where he's doing this crazy one-handed hi-hat blast by holding a drumstick sideways. I'm a drummer and that shit genuinely scares me a little like i dont know how he does half the things he does its fucked BUT. I bring this up because he's one of my biggest inspirations as a musician! I'm really big on jazz in general, in case my love for spicy chords wasn't enough of an indication, but his specific brand of freaky hyperactive bullshit just does it for me.

Seriously, go watch his band KNOWER play their song Overtime. Absolutely insane performances across the board. also Clown Core

This whole song is really just my attempt at matching some of that hectic jazzy energy with my own style of music, so I figured it only made sense to make it another collab with another musician making delightfully frantic jazz bullshit - the legend herself, telebasher! I really am such a massive fan of her work, and I struggle to think of anyone who plays guitar quite like she does. We previously worked together on another Bittersweet track, Asemic Speech, and her guitar work is a major reason why that song is still one of my favorite I've ever released!! She's just built different like listen to this oh my god!!!!

Lastly, since this song was one of the first written for this entire project... it is admittedly a case of me shoehorning the album's leitmotif in after the fact. It's a little forced when it shows up in the backing vocals! But, the choir of vocal synths during the guitar solo served an additional purpose - my own voice doesn't show up on the album again for another four entire songs, and this would've otherwise been the only song on the entire album that didn't feature any vocal synths. Thus did I attempt to bridge the gap, as it were. Hopefully it makes the final product feel more natural!!

Either way, that's all for today's post.... i think.... which means that tomorrow.... we're gonna rot.... for clout

[voxiteri]

Baldur's Gate 3 Companions and ✨Marijuana✨

Let them get high!!!!

tw: drug use

Halsin

Has 100% smoked before and still does

Definitely had his own grow room at the grove

Likes to mix it with tobacco, since sometimes the taste is too strong for him

Usually just takes a couple puffs to relax

However, when he does smoke more than just a little, he likes to revert to his bear form afterwards and take a little nature walk

Sharing is caring, the man always offers

Big cuddler when he's high

Astarion

Alternatively, and surprisingly, he has never done it, seeing as he didn't have much access to, well, anything

HATES the smell, and refuses to be around it at first

It takes quite a bit of convincing, but the idea of being under the influence of something other than shitty wine sounds appealing

Also hates the taste

Coughs like a bitch lol

Says "this ain't shit" and then proceeds to smoke way more than he probably should for his first time

Gets paranoid and has to lay down

Oddly enough, the best sleep he's gotten in a very long time

Gale

Stoner virgin pt 2

He's probably never smoked anything in his life

YAPS about the effects of marijuana (he read it in a book once)

Coughs so hard he almost pukes

Doesn't mind the taste or smell, but he's not a fan of the burning feeling from smoking

Would use a bong if given the chance

Would also be godly at making edibles

For the first time ever, he shuts the fuck up

Non-verbal stoned moment

Gets REALLY horny

Wyll

He smoked during his rebellious years as a teen

Sometimes finds himself missing it

The smell gave him flashbacks

Handles it well, considering it's been a while

A little giggly

TOUCHY but in a platonic way

He gets the munchies BAD, and usually craves sweets

Tries to keep up with more seasoned smokers but ends up passing out at some point

Shadowheart

Doesn't really remember if she's smoked before or not

A little put off by the smell

Doesn't think smoking is healthy in general, but she's out of wine, so

Takes one hit and realizes she's DEFINITELY felt this before

I imagine pre-game she wasn't smoking a lot, but maybe a couple of times here and there, seeing as she was far too focused on her Sharran worship, so it makes sense that she wouldn't really remember after getting her memories back

GIGGLY

Also touchy in a platonic way, but not nearly as much as others (*cough cough* Karlach *cough cough*)

She gets really focused on the Owlbear and Scratch, and practically ignores everything else around her in favor of baby-talking and loudly smooching foreheads

Lae'Zel

Thinks such activities are useless and that time spent smoking is time better spent training

Finds the smell revolting

Thinks it makes everyone stupid

Won't

But if she did, her personality does a total 180 and she gets oddly sentimental and will openly tell you she cares about you

Likes shining her sword if she's high, it's therapeutic

Karlach

TOTAL STONER

It was a great escape when she had down time in the hells

Smoked with Gorty once, back when they were buddy-buddy

LOUD

Doesn't stop yapping

Giggly

TOUCHIEST TOUCHER

She WILL squeeze

Out smokes everyone, even Mr. 350 Years Old

Minthara

Thinks it's poison, and won't do it

Even if she wanted to, nobody else does

Nightmare blunt rotation member

Jaheira

Smokes with Halsin

Can grow her own instantly, and does so consistently

Appreciates it's medicinal properties, even allowing it to be used by the Harpers as such

Quiet when high, but is more prone to opening up about her life/past when probed

Prefers edibles

Minsc

Definitely smokes consistently

Makes sure Boo isn't right in the smoke

LOUD pt 2

At least he's sitting still for once

Likes telling stories

Will do "funny voices", but to everyone else it's just his normal voice

[idk-ask-me-yesterday]

can you make a roy harper x reader where roy’s a mechanic? maybe he helps fix readers car?

Lady Luck

Summary: You begrudgingly head to a mechanic shop to get your car fixed, you end up leaving with much more than a fixed car.

Puppets: Roy harper x reader

Word count: 1,103 (i got excited for my first fic)

Warnings: none! Just some fluff.

Elle yaps: thank you so much for the ask! I hope i did this justice.

Slightly proofread. No use of Y/N

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This week was not going your way.

Yes, it was only Wednesday, but still. First, you got ghosted on a date, then it started pouring rain while walking your dog, and finally, you returned to your car only to find someone had scraped it and left!

You couldn't tell whether you wanted to scream at every passerby or collapse on the ground crying. Instead, you got in your car and googled the nearest mechanic shop. There goes this month's paycheck...

Luckily, the weather seemed to be clearing up, and the shop was empty when you arrived. Maybe your bad luck streak was over. Maybe things were finally going your way again—

"Can I help you, sweetheart?"

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn and... fuck. Of course you had to run into one of the probably five hot guys in your city while looking like you'd lived through a tsunami. Luck just isn't on your side today.

"Sweetheart?"

"Oh... yeah. Sorry... Someone uh... hit my car."

Smooth. Real smooth. Not at all awkward. The earth could open up and swallow you whole right about now, but once again, Lady Luck turns her back on you.

He laughs, one of those laughs that seems to brighten the room. Nothing like your strangling-a-chicken laugh.

"Oh yeah? Lemme take a look."

After tying your dog to a nearby pole, you turn back to your car to be smacked in the face with the most delicious set of abs you've ever seen. Truthfully, he was just changing out of his oil-stained shirt, but you preferred the smacked-in-the-face version.

He walks over to your car in a clean shirt, much to your dismay, kneeling to inspect the damage to your headlight.

"Today's your lucky day, sweetheart. They didn't get'cha very good—only some basic damage. I can fix this right up in an hour or so."

'Today is your lucky day,' you almost laughed. He leads you to the back of the shop and looks through his tools.

As he digs through the pile of wrenches and screwdrivers, you can't help but notice how his muscles flex with each movement. Your dog whines from outside, probably sensing your internal struggle between wanting to stare and knowing you absolutely shouldn't.

"Found it!" he exclaims, holding up some tool you couldn't name if your life depended on it. "Now, let's get that car of yours fixed up."

You watch as he gets to work, his movements precise and practiced. The sound of metal on metal fills the air, punctuated by occasional muttering under his breath. Your dog has settled down, apparently having given up on judging your obvious ogling of the attractive mechanic.

"I'm Roy, by the way..." he says, wiping his hands on a nearby rag and flashing you another one of those heart-stopping smiles. "Been wondering what your name is since you walked in. Can't keep calling you sweetheart all afternoon—unless, of course, that's what you'd prefer. Your choice."

You feel a deep blush spreading from your neck to your cheeks as you attempt to introduce yourself, your tongue suddenly feeling three sizes too big for your mouth. Despite your best efforts, you still manage to stumble over the syllables of your own name like you've never said it before in your life. His grin widens at your flustered state, and when he repeats your name back to you, he does it slowly, deliberately, like he's savoring each letter, testing how the sound of it feels on his tongue. The way he says it makes it sound like poetry instead of just another name.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other, trying to find something intelligent to say. But before you can cobble together a coherent response, he's already back at work on your car, humming softly under his breath. The sound mingles with the metallic clinks and your dog's occasional whimpers, creating an oddly soothing symphony in the otherwise quiet shop.

Time seems to slow as you watch him work, each movement deliberate and graceful despite the grease and grime. You find yourself wondering if his hands are as skilled at other things as they are at fixing cars. The thought makes your cheeks burn even hotter, and you quickly look away, pretending to be fascinated by a poster of car parts on the far wall.

The minutes crawl by like honey dripping from a spoon, each second marked by the rhythmic sounds of Roy's work. Finally, after what feels like both an eternity and not nearly long enough, he straightens up with a satisfied grunt that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. "All done, sweetheart. Good as new," he announces with that same easy confidence that's been making your knees weak all afternoon.

He reaches for the nearby rag, methodically wiping his hands clean of grease and grime. The motion leaves dark, artistic smudges across the already well-stained fabric, but you're far too distracted by the way his forearms flex and ripple with each deliberate movement. The simple action shouldn't be nearly as mesmerizing as it is, and yet you find yourself transfixed by the play of muscles beneath his sun-kissed skin.

Your dog barks suddenly, startling you out of your daze, and you realize with embarrassment that you've been staring. Roy doesn't seem to mind though - if anything, his smile has grown wider, more knowing. He pulls a business card from his back pocket and scribbles something on it before holding it out to you.

"My personal number's on the back," he says with a wink that makes your heart skip several beats, your pulse racing like a finely-tuned engine. He taps the card with one grease-stained finger, leaving a tiny smudge on the corner that somehow makes it feel more personal. "In case you need any more... mechanical assistance."

The way he emphasizes those last two words, letting them roll off his tongue with deliberate slowness, leaves little doubt that car repairs aren't the only kind of assistance he's offering. His eyes meet yours with an intensity that makes the already warm garage feel positively sweltering, and you find yourself wondering if he can hear how loudly your heart is hammering against your ribs.

With trembling fingers, you take the card, trying desperately to act casual even as electricity shoots through your body when your fingers brush against his. Your dog gives another impatient bark, reminding you that you've been here far longer than planned. Before you can overthink it, you tuck the card safely in your pocket, already knowing you'll be calling that number sooner rather than later.

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[hanaybuns]

wow oh my gosh i didn't expect so many people to see that last post, thank you so so much!! and i loved reading everyone's thoughts too, thank you guys so much for taking the time to read my "analysis" (yaps) and taking the time to leave your own responses!!

here's part 2:

alright so after covering the past exenstively, lets go back to the present, where karamatsu hides his true feelings about things to avoid creating or being involved in conflict (and sometimes to avoid doing something that's inconvenient, like helping choromatsu lmao). karamatsu is so funny to me because unlike the others, he's so passive about everything. i have so many examples of this:

he always waits for girls to hit on him, he just poses and waits for the ladies to flock to him lmao. such a diva

he usually isn't the one to ever begin a conversation with the bros as a group, he'll mostly jump in once the conversation is happening

if he does strike up a conversation, it's usually one on one (and it's usually either with choromatsu, osomatsu, and occasionally jyushimatsu, who are the bros he has the least amount of conflict with)

he mostly doesn't start fights, he'll almost always get wrapped into them

ofc, he almost never fights back when it comes to being insulted by any of his brothers

he usually only insults osomatsu (or indirectly choromatsu, but that feels more like teasing than anything)

that being said, he does have his moments of proactiveness. i believe it's really in those moments when you get a sense of who he really is and you get a peek into his true feelings

so these were the ones i knew off the top of my head, but most of these scenes (save for pizza) are him trying to be a good older brother. either that, or trying to take control of the situation for his brother's sake.

(here is where i got a lot of the screenshots above from btw)

but also don't get me wrong, he does have his moments of proactive awfulness. sometimes accidental, sometimes not.

see, in my eyes, his passivity is a form of self preservation. i think on a subconscious level, he doesn't really take an active role in his own life (and his brother's) because the last time he asserted himself and truly tried to take control, he ended up causing his brothers to fight.

but to go even deeper, on an emotional level, he does it to avoid the feelings of rejection and failure he experienced after the fight. it's a way to protect himself from the possibility that he'll end up hurt again (and secondarily, the possibility that he'll make things worse for his brothers again).

this is also why i think he doesn't really listen to people. it's the same principle. karamatsu would rather live in his own bubble of self-aggrandizing delusion than truly face himself and others. he lives in this insulated echo chamber of his own thoughts and feelings, and since karamatsu is a dummy, this makes him ultimately blind to his own shortcomings. this also prevents him from having genuine and vulnerable relationships with his brothers. not only does he refuse to tell them how he really feels, he also refuses to truly listen to them and take their words to heart (as hurtful as they may be). but you know who he does listen to? you know who he does actually tell his true feelings to? you guessed it:

(and honestly? you know who else too? maybe not as deep as choukei but)

in full transparency, this is me being very lazy. but i wrote about this a while back when discussing the amazing doujin: Karamatsu's Brand New World.

(which I highly recommend everyone should read please please please).

karamatsu is a passionate, exclusive, caring, selfish, self-aggrandizing, delusional, stupid, kind, sensitive, cowardly, selfless, petty, lazy, cringey, blunt, lovable guy

he's ultimately a very flawed character and i can truly understand his popularity both here and in japan. but i think a lot of people interpret him as this perfect, selfless guy. no no, he sucks. they all do. and he's really stupid, he may be the dumbest out of the 6, though not by much. but all of his flaws and strong points make him a such great character. i hope i did him justice.

i'm really really excited for the fourth season, i hope we get more karamatsu exploration this season as well! if we don't, then i'll take every crumb i can get and talk endlessly about it anyways.