#but if my details on that are wrong feel free to lmk and i will happily edit it lol

[honeyhotteok]

Hi! Can you pls write about when Jake was in jail with a reader who went to visit him all the time and was always by his side through those tough days?

took a minute for the ideas to marinate but i actually had an easier-ish time writing this even though i usually don't write stuff this long🤯 thank you for the sweet idea, anon, and for waiting a bit! <3

summary: jake's favorite person decides to wait for him.

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"Inmate 0706. You have a visitor."

Jake walks into the tiny visitation room and plops himself down onto the chair, thinking to himself that it's probably Jerry again. His breath hitches when he sees that it's you entering and sitting down in front of him before the glass partition.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be in a place like this," he says with a half-hearted smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.

You glare at him before springing up from your chair, brimming with fury. "Is that all you have to say to me? How could you hide a whole illegal gambling business from me?"

You had been holding down the fort at one of the shops on Big Deal street as usual, unsuspecting while exchanging quick goodbye kisses with Jake before he would leave the street to take care of some unknown business the past few months. To think he had been hiding something this wrong and to this degree from you, when you thought he believed the two of you were equals.

He closes his eyes, "it was for your own good-"

"Don't. Save it with the whole protecting me bullshit."

He opens his mouth to defend himself, but stops. Maybe you're right. Maybe he should just sit here and instead savor what could be the last time you argue with him. He waits for the other shoe to drop. This is it, he thinks. Inevitable, even. He did choose this life after all.

You sit back down after having gotten that bout of rage out of your system. "I just...wish you would let me in sometimes," you admit quietly.

Jake finally looks up at you, caught off guard by the shift in your tone and words. "Y/N..."

"Ugh, whatever. I'm leaving." You grab your jacket and stand. You pause at the door without turning your head. "See you next week," you mutter.

Before he can utter another word, he watches the door swing shut behind you.

-

"Visitor for Inmate 0706."

Jake begins making his way to the visitation room.

Jason and Brad had exchanged glances with each other throughout the week as Jake looked even more lost in thought than usual in the yard, the cafeteria, his cell - thinking about you. He heard you wrong last time, right? Were you actually coming back to visit him not just once but a second time? Yeah, no, it's gotta be Jerry this time.

To his disbelief, you're already sitting there behind the glass partition with your arms crossed.

You open this visit with another glare, albeit a less icy one. Despite still being here, you want to keep holding onto your rightful grudge and hurt so badly. But your eyes finally take in his short hair, the new scar on his mouth, the way the weight he's been carrying manifests in his eyes and body. And you find yourself unable to prevent the soft concern filling your eyes.

You let out a deep sigh.

"How's the food in there?" you finally break the silence.

Jake can't help but crack a smile at your concerned, trivial inquiry.

"It's...edible." The both of you laugh.

...

"Wait, what the hell is prison spicy chicken?"

After last being together in the outside world only a few weeks ago, the two of you begin to slip back into your usual rapport.

-

While the two of you still manage to chat it up and laugh together, there are still visits where you find yourself waiting to leave the room before you finally let your tears fall. Days where the ache of only getting weekly glimpses of him behind a layer of glass gets to you, peeks at the world of turmoil swirling in and around him that you find yourself helpless to truly solve.

The seasons pass, and it's getting these weekly looks of you that mark the passage of time for Jake. He looks forward to seeing what new change he can spot every visit - the haircut you usually get around the summertime, whether you had time to change out of your part-time job uniform before coming to visit.

And the weekly visits go like this. Although being separated from you does give him an extra reason to want to kill Gun - it's during these brief moments in time with you that he's reminded maybe there can be more to his life than revenge. The incessant physical training, the brutal fights every day in the prison all blur together in a black and white cut, but seeing you brings a little bit of color back into his life.

-

You stand outside of the detention center gates with the other heads of Big Deal, all of you anxiously trying to peer through the doors in the distance for any sign of Jake. He finally walks through the gates with Jason and Brad following behind. "Welcome back, Boss," mingled with big smiles and back pats amongst you. Jake finally stops in front of you, almost in a daze. He's seen your face every weekend for the past 11 months, but something about seeing your entire person standing before him feels like a pair of hands shaking him by the shoulders.

"Welcome back, you big idiot." You give him a light punch in the arm.

He pulls you into a warm embrace while cradling the back of your head, "I missed you, too."

"Hey Boss, the rest of Big Deal are looking forward to-" Lineman's cheerful words immediately get cut off by consecutive smacks from Jason, Brad, and Luah alike.

"Read the room," Luah shout-whispers at Lineman while giving him a second smack in the head for good measure.

"We'll see you later at HQ, Boss. Take your time." Jason waves in Jake's direction before scampering down the road with Jerry and the rest of the crew. Jake chuckles and waves back.

You smile and grab Jake's hand, "let's go get you a proper meal."

-

You and Jake sit outside your go-to pojangmacha waiting for your orders. His head is swimming with thoughts of how he could possibly begin to thank you for waiting for him this whole time when he least deserved it, how he can articulate this gratitude and affection that's bigger than anything he can offer you in this moment.

Fresh hot plates of vegetable tempura, fish cake, and kimbap emerge before you. He indulges in the first delicious fried food he's had in months with you. The two of you feed each other skewers of tteokbokki while easing back into the groove of your usual banter sprinkled with laughs in between.

"Oh, and this is for you."

You pull out a paper box from the bakery with a slice of red velvet cake enclosed inside.

"Ta-da! It's not much, but I hope this is a slight upgrade to the cigarette-choco pie birthday cake you had in there," you grin. You scoop out a chunk of cake with the fork and hold it in front of his mouth.

"Hey, I told you you didn't need to get me anything." He's already been madly in love with everything about you, but something about this little gesture feels like it's about to tip something over in his chest.

"Hush and take a bite already!"

Jake complies with a smile. He then moves to close the distance between you two with his hand cupping your cheek, his eyes still fixed on you. He gazes at your face with an overflowing amount of affection and presses his forehead to yours, as if to pause and wonder if he still deserves to lock his lips with yours after all this time.

As if to reply with a resounding 'yes,' you pull his face to yours and kiss him deeply, tasting the sugary sweet mild cocoa flavor still lingering on his lips.

[strayslost]

"...Dazai-kun. It's been a long time."

Years may have passed, but Dazai still has the same look on his face as he did back then. Those empty-seeming eyes that meet Verlaine's gaze seem somehow endlessly dark. There's always been an aura around him, as if he's above everyone else, looking down at them from a place that no-one could hope to reach...

When he was betrayed by Dazai back then, Verlaine hadn't expected it. Yet in spite of that, in the moment when he realized what had happened... he hadn't felt surprised at all. Even now, it's only because Verlaine is so experienced himself that he can recognize just how dangerous this man truly is.

In spite of that, there's no fear in Verlaine's expression. Instead, he greets Dazai the same way one would greet a casual acquaintance, though he hadn't known that Dazai would show up at all.

"What brings you to a place like this?"

@longerhuman ( starter! )

[doomedpuppetyuri]

i think we should start normalizing "weird" vent art that doesn't align with what people think of when they imagine vent art. i think that would be cool

[blastlight]

[ID: A wasp with a shiny, metallic-looking body, which is an iridescent green color with blue accents. It's perched on a tree branch. End ID]

[Image ID: A picture of a bee and a wasp, both labeled. Both are colored yellow and black. Facts are listed about each one in their respective columns.

Bee:

Cute and fuzzy, like a friend

Make honey

Come in pretty colors with different occupations (blue orchard bee, carpenter bee)

Pollinators!

Freeloaders who will come build hives in the walls of your house

Communicate with dancing

According to all known laws of aviatin, honey bees can fly up to 15 mph

Like sweet things

Over 20,000 species--not just honeybees!

Wasp:

Cool and sleek, like a motorcycle

Prey on pests

Come in pretty, iridescent colors (ruby tailed wasp)

Will try to mooch off your drinks (so check your cans!)

Pollinators!

Leave you paper nests that you can sell to collectors

Communicate with smells

Like sweet things

Over 30,000 species--not just [kind I hate]

At the very bottom, in smaller text, is the URL bug-maniac.tumblr.com. /End ID]

NO ANTI-WASP SENTIMENTS ON THIS POST

[prncssie]

STRAWBERRY MERINGUE

caution! mdni 6k wrdz, hobie smokes weed, you’re drunk n contact high, you get it blown in your face, exhibitionism, kinda voyeurism, use of the word nigga, use of the word pussy and cunt, public sex, fingering f. receiving, oral m. receiving, sharing of cum, degradation barely ( use of the word bitch and slut once), choking but not really, brat taming if you squint, unprotected sex, pull out method, lmk if i missed anything! pls do not spam like my blog if you enjoyed it, feel free to tell me in the reblogs

hobie takes a long drawl of the blunt between his lips. his eyes are half lidded and his head is tilted back. in the dim lighting, you can barely tell his scleras are red but they are, pupils low and moving slow across the scenery.

he’s careful, knowing that you hate the smell. he doesn’t get it, though. you grumble every time he sparks up, claiming the smell reminds you of body odor, until you’re intoxicated yourself.

tonight, you’re indulging a bit, drunk off mixed liquors so you don’t mind. it’s the last thing you’re thinking about when he sits up and slots his mouth over yours. he blows the smoke into you, ending with a sloppy kiss.

you don’t smoke, or at least that’s what you claim. in a way, you don’t, never actually putting the paper to your lips. you just steal whatever hobie gives you because in your pretty, little head, it’s somehow better.

your body feels heavy. you’re so crossed, not thinking about how you’re tonguing hobie down in front of his friends. they’re not paying you much attention, either. this isn’t surprising, not with the explicit details hobie sometimes shares. it happens every party anyway. as long as you are both intoxicated, you’re unable to keep your hands off each other.

you mewl when he adjusts you in his lap, one hand on your back to draw you forward. your eyes flutter and your hands run over the navy blue mesh of his top. his tongue piercing is warm and bumping against the roof of your mouth.

you’re straddling his lap, standing out in the group of punks with your sparkly pink tank top and denim miniskirt. underneath you, hobie is your opposite in low waisted jeans, distressed and dark. his chains are layered and occasionally clink against each other when he moves.

you’re so in love with him and his little v line, peeking through the sliver of skin visible. you’re too greedy, grinding against his studded belt. the rhinestones don’t bump and graze your sensitive parts enough.

“mm mm,” he hums against your lips. “not here.” he kisses your cheek and creates just a bit of space between you in an attempt to keep you settled. his heart swells at the adorable disappointment in your eyes but he knows better than to comment on it. you like to villainize whatever you can to get your way and he doesn’t want to deal with you the way he usually does right here with everyone’s somewhat watchful eyes.

you sulk when he grins. he only tunes you out and takes another huff of the rolled blunt. “you jealous?” he chuckles at the expression riri, one of his bandmates, sports.

her face is contorted in disgust, being the unfortunate one to catch you two at the wrong time. “no, you’re just gross. i’ve never seen a couple so all over each other than you.”

hobie merely raises his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. “i told you she was coming. you knew what that meant.” he exhales the smoke in your face again, mockingly sneering at his friend when you welcome it.

you barely hear their conversation between the insatiable throbbing in your core and the need to get inside hobie’s skin. you cling on to him and rest your head in the crook of his neck. he rubs your side while you mindlessly litter dark purple hickies along his collar. his hands come up to graze your arm.

it’s his party, or rather, their party. in celebration, his band decided to have a small get together to celebrate the release of their mixtape. it was supposed to be small. now it’s turned into a house party with the amount of plus ones in attendance.

the music causes a buzz in your bloodstream. you’re delirious and horny out of your mind. somewhere down the line, you made the conscious decision to down a hefty amount of casamigos and now you’re dealing with the consequences. “ ‘bie,” you snivel. you take his hand and guide it in between your bodies until his fingers are over the growing and slightly damp spot over your panties. you pant when he applies pressure, swiping aimlessly back and forth.

the dull ache in your stomach is heightened because of his toying. your drunken mind has you trying to push down on him, only for him to remove his hand with a click of his tongue. “i told you not here. gonna have to wait, pretty girl.”

hobie can’t tell if he’s seeing things when your lips tremble. he squints, both trying to examine the details through the haze and deter you from throwing a tantrum. you’re already halfway there, assuming he doesn’t care about what you want. you’re just about to give him a piece of your mind when you’re interrupted, timed perfectly.

“hey hobes?”

both your heads turn, spotting another band member stood to the side.

karl looks untroubled as he crashes somewhere on the couch. he hums as he gets comfortable, eyes scanning the crowd with a mischievous smile. “won’t believe what i gotta tell you.

“yeah?” hobie dangles one long arm off the back of the couch. he rests his head on his shoulder. the action both distracts and reminds you of your mission to decorate him in love bites.

you’re unaware of how karl turns, nodding his head in your direction. “some fucker wants to get to know your girl. saw us walking around and thought we were cool, thinks I can make something happen.”

you remain unaware still. the words don’t click in your head, no matter that hobie is speaking right here with you in his lap.

“oh?” he laughs a bit at the thought. it doesn’t bother him and happens more frequently than one would think. he’s gotten used to their gross antics but he doesn’t feel jealous. no, he’s pleased. pleased that someone else can recognize that he’s got the best girl. “hear that, princess? got a second boyfriend.” his eyes are downcast and on you.

you’re too dazed and busy to listen, covering every part of his skin until there is no space left. “don’t care,” you murmur. you’re not sure what you’re uncaring towards but it doesn’t matter. not when there are more important tasks to deal with.

hobie pulls you up by the neckline. he’s not shocked when you’re already glaring at him, convinced that, at this point, he’s torturing you. “you should. it’s rude to not speak to someone, you know.”

you feel so incredibly petulant beyond words. you blow a short breath through your nose. it takes you a second to find it, find your tone and patience. unfortunately, you can’t. “huh?” you snap.

fortunately, hobie doesn’t care. “you got a valentine or whatever the fuck. should go to talk to him.”

you know it’s not really a request.

it’s a game you both play, showing off your relationship to anyone who’ll see. as much as you hate being ripped away from him at times like this, you enjoy the game, too. it usually ends all hot and heavy, just how you like it.

before you’re standing he holds up a finger to karl, motioning the man to wait. hobie brings the blunt to his lip and immediately shotguns it into yours. he’s nasty about it, a hand groping your ass and rolling your hips down into his.

“jesus christ,” karl mutters. his face is scrunched up and even if the dark lighting, you can tell his cheeks are firetruck red.

yeah, showing off your relationship to anyone who’ll see.

you grin, patting karl’s shoulder as you stand. admittedly, you stumble a bit. your balance is all fucked up and you probably aren’t making the best decisions. “this will be you one day, bud.”

karl takes your hand in his. he can already tell you won’t be able to make it across the room without aid. you probably haven’t stood up since you sat down, too busy damn near dry humping hobie. “gee, i can only hope.”

hobie sighs, a deep rumble spreads in his chest. “not a scratch, karl.” he takes his eyes over you from head to toe, as slow as he can afford. they starting at your heels, up to the buns on either side of your head.

“we’re gonna go pimp her out, not to war.” the other rolls his eyes, trading his hand in yours to your elbow, both for more support and because he doesn’t know where you put it.

you both begin your trek around the quite spacious living room. you don’t know where you’re going and occasionally, you’re tripping over yourself. it’s not all that bad. most of the fault is because you decided to wear heels and even though they were thick and blocky, it didn’t do much in your current state.

your ankle wobbles and karl has to yank you upright. he doesn’t know how you haven’t injured yourself by now. maybe you are going to war, but with yourself. “what the hell? how much did you drink?”

you giggle with a shake of your head. “didn’t count. it’s fine! ‘m not blacked, just tipsy, maybe. oh and a little high.” you’re really not that far under the influence, you think. most of the influence is pure lust and when it’s subtracted from the occasion, you’re all bubbly.

karl looks over your shoulder. his attention is behind you and you see him wave someone over. “yeah well, try not to bust your ass. i’m calling that guy over now. his name is fuckin’ max or something like that.”

you completely forgot that’s what you came over for. it’s only been a few steps but between your bumbling and laughter, it slipped your mind. “oh. are you gonna stick around?”

“hell no,” karl sucks in his breath. his face twists and he points in pinky at hobie. “i don’t wanna be here when he gets up. you two are bad enough when you’re calm.”

sure enough, he’s still watching with a clear view from the couch in the corner. he lifts his fingers and wiggles them in a wave. you lick your lips at the sight of his hands. your pussy throbs at the thought of them pushing deep inside you.

“yeah, i’m out.” karl waves his hand in front of your face to get your attention. “i’ll be around if you need me. just call, i’ll hear you.” he doesn’t want to experience what you freaks are about to get into but he also doesn’t want to leave you here, faded with a man you don’t know.

he waits until the trade off happens and you’re left semi alone. you’re not exactly shy but nothing comes to mind. you’re uninterested, having already committing yourself to another. “max?”

“mark,” he says. he doesn’t look like anything interesting. sagging his jeans and wearing an ill fitting shirt. definitely not your type. if you lost him in a crowd, he’d disappear. his first mistake would be losing you in the first place.

however, if you want to be tossed onto the nearest surface, you have to push through it. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry!” you flash a smile. you rock back on your feet, only to trip over yourself. without karl holding you up, you find yourself grasping for balance. an honest giggle leaves your lips at your clumsiness but it’s mistaken for delight.

mark’s hands grab at your waist and your first thought is how they don’t compare. they’re much smaller and he definitely isn’t handling you with care. you have to remind yourself not to frown when you’re jostled back onto your feet. “havin’ a lot of fun tonight? your nigga didn’t stop you?”

you can’t stop looking at his hand still holding on to you. if you weren’t turned off by his appearance, you are now with his lack of awareness. you make an excuse to bump his hand off when you “adjust” the top of your shirt. “who, karl? karl and i are not . . . definitely not.”

in mark’s head, this means you don’t have one. even if you did, there’s much doubt he’d care. “so what? you don’t have one then. you want one?”

“um . . .” you flick your eyes over to hobie. you know he’s still watching and knows it’s a universal sign that you can’t take anymore of this. “i do have one. just not him so . . .” you gather your hands together and curl them into each other.

“you can’t have friends? we don’t gotta do nothin’, just chill.” he speaks with his hands. they’re waving all in the air and smacking against each other. typically it wouldn’t annoy you but you really just don’t like this guy. “i mean, you don’t gotta tell him. he ain’t gonna go shit, anyway.”

you scoff to yourself. before you have a chance to defend your lanky little stick bug, a familiar presence subtly appears at your side.

you turn to him before he’s even looking at you.

his hand is on your cheek, gingerly. hobie isn’t glaring, nor is he smug but there’s something about him. as if he knows something mark doesn’t. and he does. he knows mark doesn’t stand a chance, knows he’s going to be upset someone like hobie has you wrapped around his finger. he knows he’s not going like the way he dresses and talks. he’s going to go off to his friends and call hobie a bitch and whatever other caveman words he can think of.

that’s exactly why he doesn’t stand a chance.

“made a new friend?” hobie finally looks at you. his gaze softens immediately and he moves forward to kiss your lips.

“something like that.” you sigh sweetly. even with your shoes, you don’t compare to his height. you have to pull yourself up. your aim is to deepen the kiss, biting his bottom lip when he doesn’t oblige.

hobie only pats your butt and you pout. “thanks for comin’, man. we really appreciate it.” he doesn’t offer any sign of respect. it won’t be returned. call him mean, say he’s stereotyping, but he has enough experience to know when someone will appreciate his presence and when someone won’t.

mark grimaces. he gives hobie a once over, obviously not happy with what he’s seeing. “this is your thing? shit. if i knew that, i wouldn’t have came.”

you feel something vile bubbling up in your throat. your stomach churns at his words. how dare he? he looks like every other person in the room, in this place that hobie pays for, and insults him like he’s worth something.

“well, it’s a good thing i told you then, huh? leave if you want to. have a good night.” hobie speaks before you do. he wraps his arm around your shoulder and slots his hand over your mouth. knowing your temper, he doesn’t need you making anything worse.

you both watch him stalk off in two different moods. hobie is just as calm as ever. he lets his aggression roll of his back like nothing. meanwhile, you’re grumbling about what a terrible person he is, how you don’t like him and anything you stands for.

“dumb bitch. that’s why you’re weird and bitchless.” you’re more upset he ruined the way things are supposed to go. hobie is supposed to take you in his arms and fluster both you and the third person. instead, you end up grumpy.

hobie chuckles. he massages your shoulder, adoringly watching you go on and on about how he sucks. “yeah? what’d he say to you?”

the thought alone has you groaning and going on another spiel. “he asked if you let me ‘have friends’ and ‘i don’t have to tell you’.” you crinkle your nose. as if you’d ever cheat and lie about it, or lie about anything at all. there’s no secrets in between you two and if there is any ever hesitation, it comes out eventually when the other person is ready. you can’t imagine keeping anything from him with ill intent. “you should have clocked him in the jaw,” you pivot and face him. you’re extra careful not to do it too fast and wrap your arms around his thin waist.

“while you’re standing right here? not gonna do that.” he hooks his hands under your arms and lifts you onto his waist. “you get hurt and i’ll blow this whole place up.”

with your little skirt, half your ass is out. you squeal, a hand going down to maintain as much modesty as you can. hobie is no help. he doesn’t care. his freak ass wants someone to see. getting rid of one person doesn’t mean everyone else’s eyes are no longer wandering.

he takes you back over to your original resting spot without struggle despite your wiggling and complaining that he isn’t doing anything to help you. he plops back down back, smirking when you’re bouncing from the impact. your hands fly to his shoulders to steady yourself.

“you’re done smoking?” you look around the group and don’t see a blunt in sight. it’s surprising from them, considering they always pass around multiple in rotation every night. you were only gone for a few minutes.

“i am. they’re not.” hobie pulls the strap of your top up. it’s fallen and despite the view of your tits he got, he didn’t particularly want everyone else to see them. not yet, at least.

he runs his hands along the tops of your thighs, straddling him. his thumb dips dangerously on the inner and dig into your bikini line when they run high.

you draw a breath, zeroing in on the action. “oh. why?” you can’t hear him when the need comes crashing back, just as strongly as it did before. you were under the impression this wouldn’t be happening and had no idea he planned on doing it here.

hobie likes you like this. he can never really describe it but you melt so easily. one touch, one graze of his fingertips and you’re all soft. it’s nice you can keep up with his libido but it’s even better when he can keep up with yours. “ ‘cause i don’t want to. why do you think?”

you don’t know what to think right now. not when his thumb grazes over your clit so slowly. it’s always you who’s so worked up while he’s so lax.

you rut against him, lip tucked under your teeth. you don’t know where to put your hands without making it obvious. he’s occupying the space in your lap and you wouldn’t dare clench the front of his shirt.

you settle for behind you, resting on your calves. in hindsight, it has the opposite effect but you’re all dizzy. you pant when he rolls the bud under his pads of his finger. you’re simultaneously regretting and rejoicing in the fact that you decided to wear a thong for the outfit. it’s thin and does nothing to dull the feeling.

a hand reaches into your peripheral. you can see the rolled smoke in between it’s fingers but you can’t be bothered to look over and see who it belongs to.

“thanks,” hobie acknowledges it. he leans into it to take his puff and tilts his head back. the remnants are released in the air rather than your face. the smell mixes with his cologne, musky and woodsy. you wouldn’t like it any other time but now. now, any part of him makes your pussy wet.

“thought you weren’t smoking,” you tilt your hips up and further into his hand.

he lets you, wanting you to become as unnerved as possible. “i wasn’t, then. i am, now.” his attention flicks down to your crotch. hobie wishes the lighting is a little better. he can’t see anything like this. sure, he can see his actions but he can’t see the effect it has on you. he can feel the damp spot when his fingers drift too far down and push into you as far as your underwear will allow.

you squirm, tempted to tug it to the side yourself. you can’t breathe under the pressure of need. how much longer is he going to delay this?

“stop movin’,” he squeezes your hip. “i let you act like act like a bitch in heat for a second but now you’re gettin’ greedy.” he doesn’t usually speak to you like this but when he does, it has you gushing. you keen while your head hangs low.

you clench your hands into fists and screw your eyes shut. “sorry.” you say while giving him your best attempt to sit still.

“and look at me. i’m playing with your cute little pussy. the least you can do is look at me.”

you shake your head in refusal but make eye contact with him, anyway. you’re shy, not because he’s toying with you, but because he’s toying with you in front of his friends, in front of everyone here.

“there you go,” he quietly praises you just under his breath, “there she is.” hobie nudges his way against you, nose poking at your neck. “it’s too bad i can’t suck on it till you’re creaming.”

you jump, your shoulder meeting your ear. it’s unintentional, following the way his breath tickles your skin. “don’t say that,” your voice is all watery.

he pulls the your baby blue panties to the side and sucks his teeth. his eyes are rolling at your words. “don’t say that? i have my fingers deep inside you and you’re telling me not to say that?”

“you don’t – ”

your body falls forward when it happens, when hobie plunges in his fingers without warning. your mouth drops open, knees digging into his side when your legs attempt to close. “ohh,” it leaves your mouth long and drawn out. the sudden stretch of his pointer and middle finger makes your body curl.

“someone just sold me these shrooms.”

you hear the crinkle of a bag somewhere nearby and the sound only gets louder. you can assume it’s being passed around but your blood is pumping in your ears. you breathe heavily, mindlessly sinking your teeth into his shoulder.

“i’d let you hold ‘em, hobes, but . . .”

his body shakes underneath you when he laughs lightly. his fingers don’t stop their incessant movements, stroking your walls. “all good. how much did you pay?”

you writhe when hobie digs into your spot, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit. you can feel a small stream of drool pooling out of your cheek. it’s more so with how chaotic you are, tongue and teeth relishing at his neck.

you feel a heavy arm stilling you against him despite your struggle.

“don’t mind her. she’s just being a baby ‘bout it.” he doesn’t apologize for his explicit acts. he apologizes for your distracting reactions, for your quiet moans. it unnerves you.

here you are, worked up and dripping in front of your boyfriend’s friends. they’re so casual about it and as much as you hate to remember, they’re not wrong to be. hobie gets off on this and by default, you do too.

“is she a baby or are you an absolute ass?”

“you’re gonna irritate me and i’m gonna take it out on her.” his lips is upturned and lazy. “so how much did you pay for it?”

you don’t care to listen to the rest of the conversation. you’re very obviously grinding downward to feel him deeper and it only results in you tightening around him with a gasp. you’re weakly tugging his face until he’s turned around.

he’s not exactly thrilled to be interrupted from his conversation but he takes pity and gives in. your lip connect, tongues immediately tangling with each other. your saliva mixes and he sucks on your tongue to satiate you. on occasion, your teeth bump and crash against each other but it doesn’t discourage you. you only lean into it.

his fingers increase their pace and he ignores the cramp in his wrists. he juts his fingers against the spot that has you digging your nails into him.

this is so surreal. you and your friends always like fun at the people who get off at your college parties. you’ve told hobie the stories in the past but he seemed disinterested. now, you’re those people at those parties and it doesn’t sound as bad.

“you cummin’?” he whispers to you and you alone. he prefers to this part to himself, only you two knowing without speculation.

your lifting your hips to escape the stimulation, mouth running dry from the way it hangs open. “mhm,” you squeal. the ball wound up tight in your core releasing, accompanying spurts of cream.

your chest heaving as you gulp out air. hobie pulls his fingers out with a low squelch only he can hear. a low whistle leaves his lips at the where his fingers glisten. you’re expecting him to press them to your tongue but your eyes widen when they continue to extend outwards. instead, they’re all in riri’s mouth.

they’re both eyeing you and you don’t know what to do. your attention darts between the both of them before focusing on the floor. your hands fiddle with your skirt. your face is burning, your whole body is.

“damn hobes,” she mumbles.

you can still feel their gaze on you, thick and heavy.

his hands are running from your back to your calves and back up again. the saliva is smearing over your skin. “i know. it’s better right from the source.” he slides your panties back in there spot and ignore how disappointed you look.

“ ‘bie,” you want to cry. you don’t want to beg in front of everyone but it’s as if he doesn’t care about you.

“stop your whinin’,” he fixes you with a pointed glare. hobie pushes you off his lap til you’re standing. “we’ll be back.” he doesn’t have to explain himself for everyone to understand what’s happening, not that he would anyway. he gets off the couch and takes your hand in his.

hobie takes you with him, guiding you to the bathroom. both your hands are clasped around his and you’re staring at him, wide eyed, rather than your surroundings.

he can feel you watching him. you’re doe eyed and it makes him harder than he already is. it’s as if he’s the only one that can fix it, and he truly is. hobie nearly tosses you into the bathroom. he slams the door behind him and flicks over the lock.

when he turns around, you’re kneeling and pawing at his jeans. you pout when you undo his zipper.

“what’s wrong, pretty?” hobie hooks his fingers under your chin and lifts it to his. “you don’t have to suck it if you don’t want to.”

“it’s not that,” you pull down his jeans . you wrap your fingers around the base and jerk your hand up and down his shaft. “you embarrassed me really bad.” you poke your cheek with your tongue. “can’t face your friends, now.”

hobie pinches your cheek. he mocks your expression before breaking out in a smile. “didn’t look embarrassed fucking yourself on my fingers. i’m not the one who licked your cum off ‘em.” he squeezes your face together until your lips are puckered.

he slaps his tip against your lips and smears the saliva-precum mix across your cheeks. you’re not moving fast enough, too busy telling him “problems” that he couldn’t care about. you don’t even mean them, just want something to irritate him with.

you shut your lips tightly and cross your arms over your chest. he’s only making you more likely to be difficult. you turn your cheek at him and stare at the rug. “not listening to me.”

hobie sighs and runs his hands over his face. he knows you’re delicate and are quick to throw a fit when you feel you have to. if he doesn’t get you under wraps, he’ll have to put in more effort in the long run. “what is it, baby? because the last time i checked, you’re the one who was about to scream my head off because i didn’t take out my dick right then and there.”

you purse your lips harder. “i wasn’t screaming. you’re being dramatic.”

“i’m being dramatic?” he cannot believe you right now. he squats down until you’re levelled with each other. his hand engulfs you by the throat. he doesn’t squeeze, just holds you close. “you’re mad at me because you came. most of it was your work, though. don’t piss me off.”

neither of you say anything for the passing moment. the only movement made is the small nod of your head.

he releases you following a quick peck on your lips. he stands and you’re back to your previous task, swallowing his cock. you hollow your cheeks, hands on his thighs.

hobie grips the sink behind you. he has to siphon his strength to prevent from breaking the counter. he tries, he really does to keep himself from fucking your throat.

he always does start off as gentle, restraining himself. he watches you, watches your spit dribble and froth. his hand strokes the back of your head. he’s all langley, long enough to do so with no problems.

you realize too late when he pushes your head down until you’re choking, eyes watering with your tears. they spill over your eyes when you close them and gasp for air when he lets go.

hobie brushes your tears away while you wheeze. “couldn’t help myself.” he does feel apologetic, although he would definitely do it again. he doesn’t, though. not until you’re ready, sniffling and aligning his cock with your mouth.

you relax as much as you can. after his big push, you down more than the last attempt. you’ve never been able to fit his whole dick in your mouth, considering the length. the rest of it is beneath your hands, being squeezed and rubbed.

he can’t help the way he bucks his hips forward. he does feel guilty when you choke but it’s overwhelmed by the vibrations of your temporary struggle. still, you persist. you suck and slurp despite your need for air. you’re a bit lightheaded and grateful when hobie takes a step back and pulls himself out.

he exhales, thumb pressing on his tip and holding his cock still to discourage himself from cumming. you can’t even fathom how you make him feel. he believes even if you kissed him long enough, he could cum untouched. “you’re so good to me,” he wets his lips, the other hand on the wall. “so good, too good.”

you drink in the praise with a satisfied smile. you wriggle your toes beneath you and decide to take advantage of his lack of attention. your fingers dip between your legs and underneath your underwear.

you lean forward just enough to fingerfuck yourself. it doesn’t feel as good as when he does it, purely because your hands are much smaller than his. “hobie,” you call out to him.

his actions to last longer are almost futile when he meets your big brown eyes. “slut,” he mutters and pulls you to your feet.

you don’t hide your smile when he turns you around by your hips and pushes you down over the counter. he flips your skirt up and yanks your panties down to your ankles.

you don’t give him a chance to tease, pushing your hips back the moment you feel his dick lined up with your slit. you grip the countertop until the tips of your fingers are white and devoid of the red tint.

hobie pushes down on your the small of your back. he trails his thumb over your tramp stamp. he looms over you, your back pressed against his chest. “you’re so pretty, honey. y’know that?” he squeezes your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. he thinks you look a little better like this, with tear stains streaming down your face and leaving the trails in your powder. the eyeliner you spent so long to perfect is a bit smudged and the highlight in the corner of your hair is gone.

you whine and wiggle your hips. he’s not doing enough. he’s not doing anything but talking about you and that’s not what you want. “stop talking, please.” you feel miserable, shoes clicking against the floor when you shuffle your feet.

“don’t start complainin’, you hear me? i don’t wanna hear it.” he kisses the nape of your neck and rises.

you think nothing of it. you’re awfully confident until he’s grasping your hips and snapping into you. you nearly scream, reaching back and pressing against his stomach.

hobie shoves your hand off his body and holds it instead. “what did i just say?” he much rather you squeeze his hand, nails pressing into his skin. he guides it back to the counter and leaves them both there, his other hand fucking you back onto him.

he’s using you. you can hear the the sound of impact between your skin. you can feel it too, toes curling under the straps of your heels. you can’t keep yourself quiet, moaning into the back of your hand.

for once, hobie doesn’t reprimand you about it. you can already barely stand, forehead resting against the coolness of the composite.

your legs wobble and you’re depending completely on him to hold you up. he’s a little limited in his view, unable to see your breasts bouncing underneath you. he’s not able to see your face, either.

you make up for it in the way you moan. he can hear his name slipping in, muffled in your hand. the other, underneath his, curls and coils. there is no escaping him when you’re pressed against a hard surface and he’s pressed against you.

“ ‘obie,” you pant. you bend your knee and straighten it out as a way to express your pleasure. in the end, he holds it in the air. with both your hands free, you use the hold on the counter to push back against him.

“don’t worry. i got you.” he reaches under your lifted leg, rolling your sensitive nerves between his fingers.

your back arches and you throw your head over his shoulder. your arms tremble as the waves of your orgasm comes crashing against you.

you’re dizzy, falling forward because he fucks you through it. your mouth is open and drool pools over the side. you don’t care. your cunt throbs with over sensitivity and tears begin in your eyes again.

hobie uses your back dimples as leverage. your pleas ring around in his brain but it’s all foggy. he’s so close and it’ll plaguing his thoughts. “sorry, angel. i’m so sorry.” his hand falls beside your eyes. his pace quickens and he has to cover your mouth when you get too loud.

he suddenly pulls out, spewing his cum over your ass. hobie has to take a second behind you, not that you mind. you don’t feel like moving yourself even when your tits are all squished and uncomfortable.

a few minutes pass before he takes some tissue to clean you up with soft touches. “you did so good.” he says, tossing the tissue away and getting another to wipe the slick on your thighs. “my perfect girl. you okay?”

“mhm.” you haven’t gotten up, eyes closed. your hit with an onslaught of sleepiness, your guess is from the waning influence of everything you’ve consumed tonight.

hobie pulls your underwear back up and fixes your skirt back into its place. he pulls your partially limp body up and gathers you in his arms. “are you fallin’ asleep?”

“mhm,” you hum again, coddling into his warmth.

he smiles, hooking his arms under your knees and lifting you into the air. he doesn’t have to ask to know you would love to be left alone to sleep so he takes it upon himself to carry you to his room to rest.

hobie really can’t wait until you wake up and he tells you all about how he fucked you to sleep.

[stqrbxy]

Hello! First time requesting from you so pls lmk if i did smth wrong 😭

I was just wondering if you'd do some headcanons on a poly!soukoku? Like dazai/male reader/chuuya relationship? Preferably with ADA!Chuuya + Reader too? Pls all fluff and whatnot, and feel free to drop any details that're too much!

Ur more than welcome to disregard too if ur not comfortable with it :)

Thank you for reading! <3

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 [ 双黒 ]   soukoku x m! reader.

genre : fluff .

t.w :  none .

synopsis : osamu and chuuya bickering over rdr ? chuuya telling osamu to go back to work but osamu just wants to stick with you,, then you three just go home and cuddle after a long day of work !!

request on : osamu x ada! chuuya x ada! Reader.

author’s note : hey! your request was a good one, i enjoyed writing it, tyvm for this !! <3 have a good day to you. ^^ (also you have the same zodiac as my father :O) ['m sorry if this is too rushed, fast or not as fluffy as you wished D: ]

It was like any other day at the Armed Detective Agency, a lazy brunette was yelled at by a workaholic blond. [ name ] was just writing out his report for the recent cases that Ranpo solved, it doesn’t take long to finish his reports usually. If there wasn’t a sloth-like Osamu and a pissed-off Chuuya on both sides of him, that is.

“Bastard! Just finish your work for god’s sake, and don’t make [ name ] write all of your reports!” Chuuya hissed at Osamu but didn’t feel any different and continued teasing the shorter male.

“Oh but, Chuuya-kun~! [ name-kun ] doesn’t mind writing my reports for me, in fact, I think they quite enjoy it!” Osamu said in a sing-song voice, clasping his hands like a toddler. [ name ] however, did mind… well, sometimes.

“Osamu-kun, please, can you finish your work? I’ll help you if I can after I finish this last report.” [ name ] said, before sighing and leaning back in his office chair as Chuuya glared at Dazai.

“There’s no need. [ name-kun ], he can finish it himself, isn’t that right?” Chuuya says sharply and promptly, leaving no room for second arguments, giving Osamu a death glare that spoke volumes. Osamu sighed as he finally leaned back in his chair, falling on it with a ‘plop’ sound, stretching before placing his fingertips on the work laptop positioned on his desk.

“Fineeee! I’ll finish my work, for [ name-kun ]~” Osamu said as he surprisingly started working swiftly. Chuuya let out a sigh of relief, going back to finish his own reports now as well. [ name ] let out a sigh of relief as well, smiling softly as he watches both of them sit on both sides of him. 

“Well, good luck.” [ name ] says sweetly, giving Osamu a reassuring smile, which he returned with a small kiss on the cheek. [ name ] chuckled quietly to himself, finishing his own work now.

time skip to lunch break.

[ name ] took his usual seat on the first floor of the building, in Café Uzumaki as he waited for the redhead and brunette’s arrival, apparently Kunikida had something to tell the two. [ name ] took a sip of his usual drink, and smiled softly, their beverages were spot on as always. 

As [ name ] was resting peacefully, leaning in his seat, a soft, deep voice echoed in his ears. 

“ [ name-kun ] ! sorry, have we kept you waiting for too long, love?” Chuuya says softly, smiling at him with affection as Osamu swiftly sat beside [ name ], hugging him with his arms around his neck, [ name ] merely smiled at his childish antics, but he knew that these two men were the ones he had loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“not at all, loves. how was work?” [ name ] said softly, hugging back the brunette as he caressed his hand softly. Chuuya smiled gently, nodding. 

“It was good, we can go home now if you want.” Chuuya said, resting his head on one of his hands as he watched the two interact, despite one being eccentric and one being the opposite, they seemed to get along pretty well when they did; [ name ] let out a small nod before smiling at Osamu with affection, which made him blush and grin cheekily.

another time skip to at home.

[ name ] was sitting on the couch on his back as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for Osamu and Chuuya to finish changing. Osamu came jogging swiftly, jumping on [ name ] as he rests his head on his chest, which made [ name ] gasp softly as Chuuya rested his own head on [ name’s ] shoulder from the other side of the couch. 

“We love you so much, angel…” Chuuya murmurs softly with a tone of huskiness in his ear as he sits down beside [ name ] on the front of the couch. [ name ] blushed and smiled softly, petting and stroking both of their heads as he thinks to himself how lucky he is to have such wonderful angels beside him. Chuuya falls asleep merely seconds after [ name ] starts stroking his hair locks, and Osamu already seems to have dozed off to dreamland.

“I love you too, my loves.”

[dreadhollow]

I have now had two separate people say that they want the long post about why I hate Zevlor so.. here you go

NOTE: NO HATE ON ZEVLOR FANS I DON'T WANT TO SEEM LIKE AN ASS THIS IS JUST MY OPINION, IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE IT SCROLL- also if I'm misremembering/misinterpreting details pls lmk and I'll edit the post, it's hard to remember with 340+ hours of gameplay across a handfull of runs and I'm totally willing to admit I'm wrong lmao

Explanation on why I hate Zevlor below ⬇️

First of all, it is NOT visual. While I don't personally find him attractive I'm not gonna sit here and be like "oh he isn't a cute hot fictional man who is seven feet with a slutty waist 😭😭" no, I just hate this guy's personality. Looks have nothing to do with it.

My main reason is I personally feel like he is a bad leader of the teiflings, and not for all the reasons you may instantly think of. I don't actually blame him for abandoning the teiflings due to the cult influence. That was NOT his fault, it's literally a cult that can control your mind and if I hated him for it that would mean I would also have to hate Minsc, Minthara, and the Duke, which I don't. I like all those characters. The difference is his actions before and after.

Let's start with before. Now in the Grove it is ABUNDATLY clear these teiflings have no hope. Like seriously Lakrissa (I think that's her name) places a bet with you and she is betting that they won't survive. Now obviously you don't see his actions until you show up but if under his leadership all the teiflings have no hope for their survival, it's reasonable to assume Zevlor was never a very inspiring leader. A good leader should be able to help his people have faith in themselves, and those people managed to escape the literal HELLS. While it isn't entirely up to him how they feel surely he could have helped them a little in that area, but clearly he hasn't.

After Tav shows up things change a bit. Now I don't fault him for getting help, that was a tactical move on his end. His people were suffering and he saw hope from these random travelers that MAYBE they could survive. My gripe here is why the hell would he put the fate of all the teiflings, and to some extent the Grove, on four people he has never met before ever. Like he saw them fight once and just sent them off. What he should have done was gone with them to make sure things went smoothly and help. Or, in the scenario that he didn't want to leave the Grove (or rather the teiflings) without their leader, he could have at the very least sent some people out with them. Like, in the situation that you end up betraying the Grove, that is partially on him for the fact that he gave their personal info and location to some random people and went "yeah this will not backfire at all." And as proof that it isn't that crazy to imagine the leader helping, look at Halsin. He is kidnapped and knows the Grove leader isn't there, yet the moment he is free he doesn't just rush back to the Grove and tell Tav to fix his problems. He instead stays and helps fight the leaders (if you so choose.) That is the RIGHT thing to do. Not only did he not just trust a total stranger, but he actually helped in return for being aided. Zevlor does NONE of that. Hell- when you do save the teiflings in act two he doesn't give you shit. The teiflings themselves do.

Speaking of act two, can we talk about how Rolan gave them hope for the first time in probably ages? Sure Tav helped, but going back to the point I said earlier- they had NO HOPE with Zevlor as leader. But, when they quite literally had just been abandoned by the guy who was supposed to protect them, ROLAN of all people showed up and saved them. I feel like Zevlor, to a certain extent, can't face danger all that well, something a leader should be able to do. But Rolan in saving them gave them hope when they'd just been abandoned. Something Zevlor couldn't manage for probably months maybe even years (I can't remember the exact timeline.)

Now as a sort of counterclaim, I'm well aware someone is pushing up their glasses, rolling up their sleeves, and going "Aha! You fool- Zevlor comes back for the final battle against the absolute! Blah blah that's good because-" shhhh. Yes, I do give Zevlor SOME credit here. It is super awesome that he came and helped Tav.. however. Me personally I feel like that wasn't the right thing to even do at that point. Better than doing nothing yeah but still bad. See- in act three if you speak to some of the teiflings who are outside Wyrm's Crossing you can hear them saying they haven't heard from Zevlor since he left them. He vanished, completely. That is not okay at all. I know they are pissed at him so maybe he wanted to give them space but considering the fact that they are homeless, probably poor, just narrowly escaped death a few too many times, the last thing they need is to also be leaderless. At the very least he could have sent a letter saying what even happened to him, but what he should have done was go back to them and try and work things out. If they ended up saying they didn't want him anymore fine whatever, he could then go. But he literally says sorry for abandoning them and proceeds to continue to do so. They have no leader, and probably no idea how to get into Baldur's Gate. How could he just leave them that way? And I know he went to help Tav but he has seen before Tav is a perfectly capable person. Tav isn't the one he needs to focus on saving and making things up to, it's his people. Especially since some of those people are children and probably orphans on top of that. And of course I don't know if he does after the events of the game, he totally could. But my point still stands.

In conclusion, it is my OPINION that Zevlor is not a good leader, and honestly a sad excuse for one. This is all just from memory and I'm tired ASF so sorry if it sounds stupid I'm just getting my thoughts out. And if a Zevlor fan reads this I encourage you to comment or send an ask about why you like him because honestly I'm very curious! Anyways ty for reading I am a man who is far too dedicated to video games!! 👍

If I'm wrong.. mb honestly 🧍

[uwuen]

hiiee coms offish reopened !!! I’m not able to work regular hours in college so this will have to do<3

Regular style is $10-$20. These are v simple, no super duper funky bgs or extras just a clear cut view of subject. Extra characters are half og price

Icons are $10 flat. They’re essentially the same as regular style but subject may be a little less clear cut and will always be perfectly square canvas. I also try to put at least one hand in frame.

“Scenes” are $25. They’re wider canvases with as much as I can fit going on, both background and or character wise. These are $25 flat and can have up to 2 characters- after 2, extra characters are $5

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WILLS, WONTS, AND IFFS

Will<3

- furry/anthro non-human

- fandom ocs or ccs

- light gore

Won’t>:(

- nsfw or fetishes

- morally wrong/ problematic ships (1nc3st, p3d0, z00, abuse etc)

- styles apart from my own

Iffy:/ (things I’m not sure if I have the skill for, but if need be I’ll try !!)

- heavy mech detail

- ship art in general

Payment methods are cashapp primarily but I also have payPal (just haven’t used it ever).

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Rules, disclaimers, etc.

- I am allowed to decline for whatever reason !!

- my prices are cheap because I don’t have a lot of time in my day to work. I most likely won’t have something done within a couple days so be ready to be patient

- I send the sketch, if approved then I continue working. When I’ve finished the work, I send a pic of my screen. If everything’s good, at this point I’ll ask for payment. When that’s received, I’ll send the finished work digitally by discord, tumblr, or email.

- pls do not give me “ref” that’s just plain gatchas or picrews :(

- feel free to reference any of my other work for specific styles !! Or if you have a specific pose or idea in mind lmk !!!!!!

- good luck

[nicolesainz]

Pretty cute, if you ask me (LN 4)

Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: extreme fluff

Special dedication @freedaxf1 !! I hope you like it. This one’s for ya! If you have any other requests lmk. Love you!

Summary: Hints everywhere. Cheeks flushed and heart beating. Everyone has picked up on your feelings towards Lando, but do they know the truth yet?

“I sometimes regret having you around. I enjoy my peace and quiet during the weekends” I let out a defeated sigh as I remove my headsets.

“You only enjoy it because you get to be alone with mister McLaren” Fertwell comments as he nudges me playfully.

“Truly wrong judgement here, Max. Try again maybe” i roll my eyes

“Oh no she’s lying. They are both attached to each other, I still don’t understand how he managed to even do a few proper laps during free practices” the former McLaren driver, Daniel Ricciardo, adds, fueling the interest of my other friends.

“We should definitely attend the races more often. We are being excluded from the best moments” Ria smirks lustily at me, making my cheeks flush

“It’s the first time I’ve head a driver sing so much during free practices on the radio to his friend. He’s the only one who’s done it and probably will continue to be” the Australian drops another hint, sparks amongst the group being lighten.

“Since Y/N, refuses to tell us the truth, please Daniel, give us more details. What is my adorable baby sis doing around Norris, when we aren’t in sight” my older sister almost begs ex McLaren driver to be a inside source.

“There’s nothing to say for the love of god!” I shout at the same time as the mechanics work on Oscar’s car, getting it ready for another session.

“It will be the first time I’ll believe anyone else but you sis, sorry!”

“How do you explain the multiple pictures and stories then? Your gallery has more pictures of Lando than anyone else!” Daniel keeps pushing my buttons as if he’s doing it on purpose, which he is

“That’s not true! I just like to share things.” I shrug my shoulders as Max scrolls through his phone and shoves it on my face

“It’s the 5th story you’ve posted with Lando this week. I’m not buying it, Y/N”

“I don’t get why I have to alert you about anything that happens in my life”

that’s wrong! I tell them everything that happens in my life. Everything except one thing.

“Fine! Don’t tell us. I’ll ask Oscar. Rookie will be too much under pressure not to blurt anything.” My sister is almost threatening me to the point it scares

“And what if he doesn’t? You’ll go to Zak? Or his race engineer? They say curiosity killed the cat!”

I’m trying to hide the fact that nervousness runs through my entire body. Oscar is easily persuaded and knowing my sister, he’ll tell her whatever she desires to find.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen that Ma-“ I grab Oscar’s arm and move us somewhere farther away from my friends who were now occupied talking to Daniel.

“No need to be aggressive. Are you alright?” The new Aussie asked me, worried about my anxious presence.

“If my sister asks you anything about Lando, I beg you to not say anything. Even if she bribes you.”

“I wasn’t planning on saying anything but sure! I won’t tell a soul.”

“Thank you! You’re the best” I give him a quick hug before letting him go and running off to the group I left behind

As I was approaching them, I saw Lando moving towards them as well. Oh fuck.

“Hey guys, hey baby” he welcomes everyone and lands a soft kiss on my cheek, while wrapping his arm around my waist. I could feel my whole face turning red

“I KNEW IT!” My sister exclaims loudly

“You’re a very bad liar Y/N” Max continues

“Hey, leave my girlfriend alone. She’s a shy one” Lando bites back playfully and gives me the sweetest look of comfort.

“Now you know why I post about Lando regularly. And why I want my peace.”

“Yeah, I will agree to the second one. Someone had forgotten their mic on and I could hear the whole conversation. Try to be more discreet next time” Lando tries to hold back a laugh, as a look of horror covers my whole face to the idea that everyone could have heard this

“Aww, don’t worry love. I only heard it. No one else. Our little secret is safe. Also I found it pretty cute if you ask me”

[monkeyprincexiaotian]

The Monkey Prince

Hey guys! So this is the official blog for the Monkey Prince AU! It's also my first Side Blog. Feel free to send Asks (if I figure it out) and whatnot to this blog. I highly encourage it, cause that will probably help me figure some things out about the AU itself hhh I'm new to spreading this stuff still. SO YEAH. I may do some random stuff with Xiaotian on here. SO, au/RP blog I guess. We'll see 👍 Au info down below

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The Monkey Prince (LMK/BMW Au)

Fandom: LMK and BMW

AU Name: The Monkey Prince

Main Ship: uhhhhhhhhh nonexistent at the moment

Main Blog: @alexitheslayer02

Details

// Arc 1: Before Destined One \\

Qi Xiaotian was abandoned as a child, and was found and raised by a troop of monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain, unbeknownst to Sun Wukong. Despite seeming human, the monkeys were fond of Xiaotian, hence why they gave him the name "Qi Xiaotian", which means "Together Little Heaven" (according to MK Wiki). 

Over time, Xiaotian would start to develop some powers similar to Wukong's, surprising the monkeys who raised him. He had very little control over these abilities, and fearing that he might accidentally hurt his adoptive family, he ran away and went to live by himself. Though he remained on Flower Fruit mountain, since he is most familiar with it. Later, he would finally be found by Wukong when Xiaotian, unknowingly, takes a peach from one of Wukong's trees. Wukong, is understandably vexed by the theft, confronted him. Xiaotian, understandably frightened, turns into a hawk and takes off, leaving the peaches behind. This confuses and angers Wukong, who goes after him. When Wukong catches up, he demands answers, of which Xiaotian tries to give, but in his angered state, Wukong does not believe him. Xiaotian, who is frightened, summons clones who try to pull Wukong away. Due to Xiaotian's frightened state, a clone tries to attack Wukong, which makes the poor boy panicked. Wukong destroys the clone, then demands answers again, shocked and confused as to why this boy has powers like his own. This time, he genuinely listens, as the curiosity overrides his anger at the situation, and finds no deception in Xiaotian. Too curious to let Xiaotian leave, and seeing that he had no where to go, for once, Wukong finds it in himself to show mercy, and takes Xiaotian under his wing after seeing how little control Xiaotian has over his own abilities. Wukong then decides, if only for the safety of his own people, to train him. Though he refuses to admit it, he is growing fond of Xiaotian over time as he trains him. He eventually gives Xiaotian a peach of immortality, declaring him his successor.

// Arc 2: Destined One Era/Post Wukong's death\\

After Wukong's death, the monkeys look to Xiaotian as their new leader, as he was Wukong's successor. However, Xiaotian refused to be called the "Monkey King", as it felt wrong to take his Shizun's title. So instead, the monkeys called Xiaotian their "Monkey Prince", which Xiaotian begrudgingly allowed.

Over the many, many years that followed, Xiaotian would take care of the monkeys as best he could, wanting to live up to what his Shizun had taught him, though often feeling inadequate. He eventually would hear of one who would seek the relics of Wukong's power, to eventually take his mantle. This, of course, takes Xiaotian's attention, and he immediately seeks them out, to see for himself whether or not they are worthy, let alone ready, for such a task. He meets the Destined One, and challenges him to a fight, not quite believing him up to the journey, let alone the task. There are many fights, many, many fights, but the Destined One eventually defeats Xiaotian, earning the Monkey Prince's respect.

Xiaotian decides to follow the Destined One on his journey, wanting to see where this goes. And perhaps... hoping to see his Shizun again.

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Monkey Prince Xiaotian/Official Designs

Courtnapping in Monkey Prince AU

Immortal Peaches in Monkey Prince AU

The Monkeys in Monkey Prince AU

Partial Power/Monkey Prince AU

Viscera

Relationships #1// Wukong and Destined One

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Xiaotian's age//

He was eighteen when Wukong first found him.

He was twenty-one when made immortal.

He is twenty-eight when Wukong is killed in the beginning of Black Myth.

Add on how many centuries have passed since then. 👍

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Feel free to send asks!

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[farcicalhuman]

Deft in Spring // Eddie Gluskin x male oc

Content warning: DW n/a

There was little scarring on the tailor's face, it was astoundingly smooth. Sinclair had lived nearly half the life Eddie had, and yet his face was tousled with memories of admittedly stupid escapades. Being intimate meant to reveal those minute details, but it was if Gluskin was free of them. Eddie's face shone brightly in conversation erasing all ridges; dissolving them into that smug grin he always seemed to put on. It was so foul to Sinclair, for a man this awful, to be at peace. Despite having much preferred Eddie like this, he in no way could muster a reason that he should deserve it.

His forefingers made sure to be as delicate as possible during their descent. Even in their faltering as Sinclair grazed over from the temples down the fine stooped brow to his cheek. Keeping clear of his lips and mouth as if the man would snap at any trying movement. Getting Edward this still never mind lying before him on a Sunday morning was hard enough.

Sinclair would much rather not push his luck. He theorised over every tiny decision in the man's advances. Rationalising his lidded tired eyes as the sun's subject, Eddie's lack of vulgar comment merely a testimony to his fatigue, and even how Sinclair felt the further warmth of Eddie's face sinking into his leg. Like blood into sun-baked asphalt.

Not wanting to consider the idea, that in some roundabout fashion, Edward actually loved him. Deciding to get this involved with Eddie was already a death sentence; begining to enjoy the subdued side of a violent man would only worsen the whole situation.

Still, Eddie seemed to look much more manageable in this light. Caked not in viscus gore, but summer sunlight cushioned on grass that caressed his forearms where it could. It was beautiful. Sinclair considered he was wrong, not about Eddie's personality in anyway, but on Eddie's scars.

His hand swayed over the wrinkle caused only by a harsh scowl. Years Sinclair wasn't even cognisent for had etched in that fine crease, out of some long history of viciousness that Sinclair could've only caught a clue of right here and right now. When Eddie was lying with a neck craned open for him.

Eddie sighed quietly breaking Sinclair's concentration. Maybe Eddie knew, knew about Sinclair's microscopic discoveries. Hell, Sinclair would be embarrassed if he wasn't so strung out.

He was completely relaxed into him, they both were, no flex of muscle or bare teeth display of social confidence. Sinclair now thumbed a deep fissure in his skin a previously invisible wrinkle in his perfect features. Deciding to get a little bolder, Sinclair held his hand in place against the side of Eddie's head. It would be easy to say that Sinclair stroking and fine lining his fingers around Eddie's face seems like more of an intrusion. But frankly that just isn't true, not to Sinclair anyway, no he was taking too long.

Sinclair silently tussled with the jabbing thought that Eddie would notice any moment his lack of movement. Would Eddie view the light skirting movements less bothersome compared to this, feeling the heat accumulating betwixed their flesh.

Eddie would have to acknowledge the warmth and past that Sinclair. The man behind the gentle feeling he's been pushing to the back of his mind during this whole encounter.

JUST A SMALL PIECE FROM MY VAULT. When I say that I mean a small story rotting in my notes app...

I take it there will be some errors here I have a really weird habit of writing certain sections I think of them jumping to write others,, lolol

Still I'm glad to have it out there! I see little for outlast esp any Eddie x male fics. So, if anyone appreciates this just know I got more coming! Hopefully...

Maybe drop me a message lmk what you think!!

I have so much Sinclair lore and I try to keep it mostly canonical as possible with my Eddie portrayal,, (he's the worst)

[6gumi]

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once again i am a multifandom blog, i write for multiple fandoms (honkai star rail, jujutsu kaisen, blue lock mostly + maybe chainsaw man genshin impact + bungo stray dogs also) my requests are open at the moment, thirsts are always opened so i prefer if you send more thirsts than requests.

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[a-pop-of-korean]

I love your song breakdowns! It's really fun for me to learn this way. Can I ask for a breakdown of Heart Attack by LOONA? <3

네! Thank you for the request and for your patience! Click here for a full list of my breakdowns, and feel free to request a song I haven't done yet!

I referred to colorcodedlyrics.com for both the lyrics and for help with the translations! For more information about the grammar structures I break down, click on the links to see my full-length lessons about them.

Also, I have some more requests for breakdowns lined up, so thank you all for your patience as I work through them! Let's start!

LOONA - "Heart Attack"

Vocabulary

처음 = First; first time

맘 = Heart

새롭다 = New

세상 = World

유난히 = Especially; particularly

비밀 = Secret

전부 = Everything; all

걸음 = Step

먼저 = First; before

다가가다 = To go towards; to approach

점점 = Gradually

두근대다 = [of the heart] To throb; to beat

분명 = Clearly

빛나다 = To shine

아찔하다 = Dizzy

떠오르다 = To rise; to come up; to think of

생각하다 = to think

반짝 = onomatopoeia for something that glitters or shines

가득하다 = To be full

가까이 = Closely

달콤하다 = Sweet

Grammar

우리 처음 봤던 날 조용했던 내 맘 속 새로운 세상이 열린 듯 유난히 빨라지던 Move 나 혼자 알고 있었던 감춰진 내 비밀도 너에게 딱 내 전부다 말하고 싶어지던 Mood

The day we first met / Inside my quiet heart / As if a new world opened up / Began to move particularly quickly / Even my hidden secrets that only I knew / The mood I wanted to tell you all about

[verb stem] + 았/었/였던

This structure is one way to turn verbs into the noun-modifying form, which means that when you attach it to a verb, you can use it to describe a noun. This form is specifically used for past-tense noun modifications. The line, 처음 봤던 날, for example, means “the day we first met” (or “the day we first saw each other”). The verb, 보다, is in the past tense, and describes the noun 날, meaning “day” -- the day that we first met. Likewise, 알고 있다 means "to know" or "to be aware." 나 혼자 알고 있었던 감춰진 내 비밀, therefore, means "my hidden secret that only I knew."

The structure [verb stem] + ㄴ/은 is another way to make verbs modify nouns in the past tense. The two structures are quite similar, but if I had to explain how they’re different, I think that -았/었/였던 expresses the fact that the action was completed and you are no longer doing it, while -ㄴ/은 just expresses it was something you did in the past. I’m honestly not too sure about this difference though, so please lmk if I’m wrong!

[adjective stem] + 았/었/였던

This structure is the equivalent of [verb stem] + ㄴ/은 but for adjectives. It's used to turn adjectives into the noun-modifying form in the past tense. The words, 조용했던 내 맘, mean "my heart that was quiet."

[verb stem] + ㄴ/은 듯

This structure means "as if" and is used for the past tense. 새로운 세상이 열린 듯, for example, means "as if a new world opened." 열리다 means "to open" or "to be opened," so 열린 듯 means "as if it was opened."

[adjective stem] + 아/어/여지다

When used with adjectives, this structure means that something is becoming more that adjective. 빠르다, for example, means "to be quick, while 빨라지다 means "to become quicker."

Likewise, 싶다 means "to want," but is technically an adjective in Korean. 싶어지다, therefore, means "to start to want [to do smth]." Naver Dictionary defines it as "to feel inclined/tempted to do something."

[verb stem] + 던

This structure is common as well. Attaching only -던 to verb stems is yet another way to make them past-tense noun-modifying. The difference between this one and [verb stem] + 았/었/였던 is that just -던 alone suggests that either you used to do that verb repeatedly but don't anymore OR that you were doing an action, but did not complete it. 빨라지던 Move, means "the move that became quicker." This, I think, suggests that the "move" did not stop becoming quicker and thus the action of it becoming quicker was not completed. Quite complicated, but I hope it makes sense! I recommend clicking on the link above for more details.

점점 더 두근대는 맘 전부 다 줄게 Take my heart 분명 넌 나의 Destiny 빛이나 내 맘 가득히 아찔한 기분이 이런 건가 봐 Darling 점점 더 난 네게 빠져가

My heart that pounds more and more / I'll give you everything, take my heart / Clearly you are my destiny / It shines fully in my heart / I guess this is what that dizzy feeling is darling / I fall for you more and more

[verb stem] + ㄹ/을게(요)

This is a type of future tense. It differs from the regular future tense -ㄹ/을 거예요 because -ㄹ/을게(요) is used only for saying you will do something that concerns the person you’re talking to or is for the sake of the person you’re talking to. 전부 다 줄게, meaning “I’ll give you everything,” is for the other person’s sake, for example. 주다 means “to give.”

[adjective stem] + ㄴ/은가 보다

This translates to “I guess...” 아찔한 기분이 이런 건가 봐, for example, uses the adjective 이렇다, meaning “to be like this.” It means “I guess this is what it’s like to feel dizzy” -- something to that effect.

내 모든 기준들이 너로 정해져 버리듯 지구를 맴맴 도는 저기 달처럼 우린 Woo Woo 만나게 될 거야

As if all my standards were set to you / Like the moon that revolves around the earth / We will meet each other

[noun] + 처럼

This structure means “like [noun]” and is used for comparison. 달처럼 means “like the moon,” for example.

[verb stem] + 게 되다

This structure means that you ended up doing something or that something ended up happening. Literally, 우린 만나게 될 거야 means “we will end up meeting.” 만나다 means “to meet.”

That’s about it for this breakdown -- I hope it was helpful without being too overwhelming :) Thanks for the request! See you in the next lesson! 화이팅!

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[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Fic rec anon! You've got anything for langst? any ship (or no ship) is fine

Okay so SORRY about the wait!!! I needed to do some research <3 I haven't read a lot of langst since 2016-2017

Disclaimer: Some of these I have no read but others have recommended. Please check all tags!

Never Enough (for you) by Techno_Zav

Summary: "Lance is afraid of dying. Especially afraid of dying like this, surrounded by blood and petals and the weight of inadequacy.

It’s unfortunate, then, that Lance will never be good enough for Keith." AKA Hanahaki Disease AU

Like a Second Heart by aquietdin

Summary: “How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

Twin gasps came from either side of him. To his left, Shiro’s brown eyes were wide, his mouth closed in a tight line. To his right, Pidge’s jaw hung lose, her eyebrows cinched under her hair.

“Was…” Lance glanced around. “Was that wrong?” AKA Memory Loss

One Wheel Short by YouAreInAComaWakeUp (Nikanaiko)

Summary: "Sometimes, I think the universe would be a lot better off without Lance McClain."

-Read tags on this! (and not to plug my own fic. Is this is the kinda vibe you want my Roommates fic follows this route more!)

Just Static by Jessadilla (wobblyarms)

Summary: "--Static----

-iro, Hunk, Kei---, nybody? I’m----

-static--

--I’m sorry guys. This is all my--

--static--cc--

---I found my coordinates. They’re--

-stttcc-

-guys. I hear something---

--scccc-

-end transmission-

Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren't getting through. How did it come to this?"

-I read this as it was coming out and I don't remember every detail but lordy did I love it

Travelin' Soldier by lil_cap

Summary: "It's been 3 years since the fall of the Galra empire, and Lance has been feeling useless for a while. At the very least, he has his boyfriend Keith - though now that Keith's been called to the front lines of the Blade of Marmora, things have changed.

This fic was started before season four came out, so suspend some belief as far as chronology and previous events."

Dares and Closets (Don't Mix Well) by RidleyTheKnight

Summary: "Based on a tumblr prompt of Truth or Dare Langst

It was just supposed to be a fun game. Truth and dare was humiliating, but everyone seemed to be fine and having fun, until Lance got the dare to bring the person he hated the most into the nearest broom closet and lock the door for an hour. It just went down hill from there."

-This work is part of a langst series that you can also check out! :3

Feel free to add you own <3

(If you are an author of one of these and want it to removed just lmk! <3)

[diviningjade]

you're here this early again? so diligent...

here are my rules! please abide by them, or i will block you. my roleplay boundaries summary is at the bottom of the post. apologies for the messiness of this post :(

general rules (both ask and thread roleplay)

please be respectful.

standard dni– do not interact with me if you are racist, transphobic, homophobic, etc.

please don't rush my replies etc. i'm a full-time college student and my free time will fluctuate.

do not download or use my graphics (banners, layout, replycons, etc).

no nsfw (i'm a minor). i'm fine with suggestive content/dirty jokes but outright nsfw is not okay with me.

do not negotiate my boundaries with me. no means no.

please do not send me stuff related to discourse/callouts. i won't post it, it makes me uncomfortable (but i will keep it in mind).

if i soft-block you, please don't ask me why i did.

please be patient with me. i'm pretty new to the tumblr roleplay scene and i am neurodivergent, so if i get something wrong, accidentally cross a boundary, do something you're uncomfy with, etc– please, please let me know. i don't bite!!

list will be updated as time goes on.

thread rp rules:

here's a general overview of my boundaries/stuff you should know: boundaries overview: nsfw: no do i write in lowercase: yes, unless if you don’t triggers tagged: yes (except for swearing, all caps/caps lock, self-depreciating/dark humor) dark/triggering content: maybe (see below for detailed notes) discourse/callouts blogged: no, see below for more details vagueposting: no do i post ooc/personal: yes (ooc/personal posts tagged w/ 玉 | aspen's ramblings) can personals follow: yes do i send passwords: yes are thread response reminders okay: yes block liberally: no (unless you fit my dni or break my rules) multi or single muse: single mutuals only: no selective: no crossovers: yes shipping: yes!! (multishipping okay) writing with duplicates: yes (if you're a mutual and you find this uncomfy, pls lmk) ship boundaries: no age gap, please ask me before shipping our characters length/style matching: yes (unless discussed beforehand) activity: fluctuates, usually semi active roleplay with ocs?: yes plotting: i like it, but if you don't have a plot, then that's a-okay (replies might be slower though)

and here's more notes:

i'm pretty causal when it comes to this stuff. i'll respect your rules of course but if you're looking for a serious roleplay partner, i'm not the blog for you, sorry :(

i will usually reflect your style. that is, if you respond with lots of text, i will as well. if you add replycons, i will as well. if there's anything you want me to do (respond with more text, no lowercase, don't use replycons, etc) please ask me and we can figure something out!

i have adhd and anxiety so my output and response time will fluctuate. please be patient! feel free to send me an ask if you're wondering about a response (but again please don't rush me ahaha).

i am comfortable with most topics except heavy gore and body horror.

i am comfortable with writing dark/potentially triggering content, except if that dark content involves characters that are canonically below 15 (unless they are aged up). i will only write dark content in dms/private roleplays with mutuals under 18 (as i am a minor as well and it make me more comfortable).

triggering topics will be tagged with "cw [trigger]". my catchall tag is "玉 | banned from the divination commission".

crossovers are okay!

i swear/use all caps a lot and dabble in self-depreciating humor, so that won't be tagged.

if there's anything else you wanna ask/want tagged, feel free to dm me or send an ask! i respond quickly (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و except during exam week lord help me

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[6em4k]

*wants to try rping however has only a fursona and no oc for the lmk universe *

[So, for an ask like this, I'm not gunna tell you to just make an OC or just use your fursona or 'just do it' because that's kind of unhelpful all around. What I am gunna do is give you some beats to help you determine how you go about rp-ing that's best for you, so I can more nuancedly tell you to 'just do it'.

1) Roleplay should be fun.

Roleplay should be fun. Roleplay should be fun. There can be a point where it stops being fun or it gets overwhelming, or you find yourself affected by what happens to your character. Character-bleed is a thing, anyone who roleplays in any format can tell you this. And sometimes, you end up roleplaying with people who make you uncomfortable and you need to stop playing with them, which can be hard. Sometimes you'll need to step away just for yourself, and that's fine, and it doesn't need to be when you're about to snap. If you're even in the mood of 'wow, I just do not have it today' or 'wow, this person crossed my boundary', you can stop. You can stop anytime it stops being fun.

Roleplay should be fun.

(I have fun roleplaying Macaque with my close friend, I know I have fun roleplaying Macaque, I want to roleplay Macaque)

2) How do you want to have fun with it?

Do you prefer asks over threads? Script-format or paragraph? Are you okay with long-term plots, very long and detailed prose? Or do you like short-form stuff where it's mostly icons and you don't need to detail much?

What are you comfortable with doing, what feels the most fun, what doesn't put undue pressure on you?

(I roleplay script-style with said friend, but I'm also a writer - I love doing descriptions and writing all fancy-like. I'm down for pretty much whatever, but I prioritize prose.)

3) Who do you want to have fun with?

You are allowed to be selective with who you play with! I don't roleplay with everyone who follows me, and that's because I try to prioritize following/interacting with characters I can see myself having fun relationships with, or people I could see at least one or two fun interactions or threads with. Some people don't play with because our needs/boundaries don't jive, that's just gunna happen. Part of roleplay is understanding your boundaries and what you want.

(Do you have people in mind? Are you open to characters you may not expect to roleplay with? Will you be okay if that feeling isn't mutual? Are you willing to discuss with people? Do you want your character to be challenged and go through the ringer, do you just want fun, zoomy happytime, do you want both?)

4) Who would be the most fun to play as?

Who's fun to talk about? Who's fun to explore? Do you want to play like yourself or as someone not like you?

I'm a DM, so I've seen before people who want to play the 'crazy, unpredictable' sort or an evil manipulator type, but then end up behaving as their own selves and playing peacekeeper/straight-man whenever things get slightly wackier than they were expecting they would do. This isn't a bad thing! It's a simple matter of someone finding more fun responding as they are then keeping in a character they don't feel connected with in that moment.

Self-inserts can be fun! Your Fursona can be fun! Canon Characters can be fun! At the end of the day, ask yourself who would be fun to play. Even just a concept can be fun and you develop them as you play!

The only wrong ways to roleplay are if you're not having fun or if you're hurting someone, and I don't get the impression you want either of those things. The only wrong characters to play are characters you don't have fun playing.

If you wanna make an OC to play, you're more than free. If you wanna use your Fursona, you're more than free. I've even seen someone just str8-up make a roleplay account for their real-life damn self so they can be themselves while exploring other fantasy worlds to play in - and you're more than free to do the same or not! Whatever character you choose, there's no wrong answer. Do what feels the most fun.]