#but there are things to love and things that are annoying in this. its mixed and depending on who you are it could go either way

[theseinfernalangels]

The Rhythm of Rain - Dain Aetos

Synopsis: Dain is lowkey confused by your whimsy, send tweet.

Includes: Awkward&Confused!Dain, bits of Anya lore that I haven’t explained in full yet, your usual sassy dragon commentary. Takes place before Fourth Wing.

Cool licks of rain streak down your skin as you stare into the gray expanse of clouds that hover above you. This is the first time in three days that you’d been able to really stand outside for more than ten minutes, and honestly? You’re genuinely so content with being stuck outside in the spring downpour.

Fíoch, though, has other ideas. “You can’t be serious,” he chides. “I can understand needing to feel the air on your skin, but rain? You are most certainly odd, Anam.”

His words don’t bother you. “I thought that’s why you liked me,” you reply, reaching behind you to tug your hair from its usual twin braids. “It’s not like being odd is a bad thing.”

“I chose you because you are like the sun breaking from the clouds after a storm,” the dragon says dryly. “Not because you like storms.”

You lean against the railing of the Commons balcony, working your fingers hastily through your now-free hair. Little droplets slide from your leathers, and you know you’ll probably have to dry and treat them later — but you know it’s worth it. Rain like this doesn’t come often in Morraine, unlike your home corner of Calldyr, so that means you’ll have to enjoy it while it lasts.

“So what?” You ask Fíoch. “You get to feel rain whenever you want if you have wings. I don’t. Let me take the opportunity to enjoy it.”

The Brown snorts. “If you come down with an illness, do not blame me.” He goes silent a moment later, and you can only presume that he’s blocked you out for the time being, the sassy little beast.

Damn. You should get on to learning how to do the same. It’s been only a month since Threshing, so your mental connection is still fairly raw, but tuning out your dragon’s never-ending commentary on your life choices would be a blessing. It wasn’t annoying, per se — now that you’ve been acquainted with the Brown dragon for some time, you’d actually grown fond of having his presence within you. Dragons could just be so judgmental sometimes, you know? Sure, they’re the superior beings, but knowing that the creature that you’re bonded to for life is raising his metaphorical eyebrows at most of your decisions sometimes made you huff in irritation.

A scuff of a boot brings your attention back to your surroundings, and your fingers fly to the crescent blade that dangles on a chain by your thigh, gripping the leather-bound hilt tightly. The sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts the peaceful rhythm of the rain around you.

“My bad, Holt. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Ah. Dain Aetos, the high class conformist, has come to rain on your parade (pun not intended) once again.

“Aetos.” You keep your voice carefully neutral. “You’re fine. Surprised me, is all.”

Your opinions on your section-mate were…mixed, to say the least. On one hand, he was incredibly intelligent, obviously dedicated, and damn sexy. On the other, though, he loved to drag people through the mud when it came to upholding the Codex — something you, a go-with-the-flow type, couldn’t stand. Where was his line? Was there anything that could convince him to step away from the rulebook for at least once in his life? Let’s be honest — did he even have a life?

Your silence is taken as an invitation to step closer, and soon enough, you’re both leaning against the stony railing that looks over the sides of the Box Canyon. You can feel him watching you, his eyes fixed on your loosened hair that blows gently in the breeze, but your eyes stay stationed on the darkened sky.

“I have to ask,” Dain says quietly. “Why are you standing in the rain? You could get sick.”

A cocky little smile threatens to reach your lips. “Why are you? You don’t have to be out here.”

“Neither do you,” he shoots back. “But you are. I’m just curious.”

You shrug. No matter what, at the end of the day, he’ll probably think you’re a cloud-chasing idiot anyway, so there’s no use in trying to come up with some half-hearted excuse for willingly getting rained on.

“I like the rain. It doesn’t rain much in Morraine — which is ironic. Morraine. More rain. Whoever came up with the name needs to get their eyes checked.”

You shake your head, trying to get back on track with your point. “Anyway, Morraine doesn’t get as much precipitation as Calldyr does. It just reminds me of home.”

To your surprise, Dain nods. You remember that he’s probably lived in Calldyr at some point, due to the fact that his father has definitely been stationed there. He’s likely never been to your side of the city, though — the rundown, sketchy, and sometimes downright nerve-racking streets of the Scathan district.

“Makes sense.” He shifts a little, likely unable to say same given the number of times he’s moved cities. “But you’re seriously not concerned for your health? That feels a little beneath you.”

What the hell do you know about me? You want to ask. How does someone like you know what I’m above? You can’t bring yourself to ask that, so you just scoff a little. “Please. It’ll take more than sky water to take me out. I’ve been rained on harder than this. I just enjoy it.”

His brow furrows in a way that makes your heart flutter. “Enjoy it?” He echoes. “The rain? What’s there to enjoy about it?” As if catching himself, he shrinks a little where he stands. “Not judging, just asking.”

You hum quietly for a moment, trying to decide if he means it. “I guess you don’t hear it,” you murmur. “The rain has a rhythm to it; you know, the way it falls and hits surfaces and such. It’s natural music, and it makes me happy.”

A rhythm. It was no secret to the people in your section that you loved music. Everywhere you went, someone could hear you humming a tune. You made up countless songs to help memorize the events of the Great War. Sometimes, if people found you alone, they could hear you sing the songs your adoptive family used to sing on the streets. Dain admittedly secretly sought you out for that sometimes — not even his disciplined self could resist the curiosity that was piqued when he caught wind of your low, smoky voice. It was beautiful, really. 

And for some reason, it scared him. A lot.

“Makes sense,” he repeats, more to himself this time. “It’s, uh, pretty cool that you can pick up on all of that. I think most people just hear the drops themselves.”

You nod in agreement. “They do. I hear it like a refrain. Sometimes it speeds up, sometimes it slows, but it stays consistent most of the time.“

A thought pops in your head, and you tuck a lock of your now-soaked hair behind your ear to get a better look at him — posture somehow impeccable despite being leaned over, little droplets sliding down his leathers. “Hey, Aetos?”

His eyes twitch over and meet yours. “Yeah?”

You don’t miss a beat. “Why are you out here?”

He’s silent for a moment, as if he didn’t actually consider why he would be standing outside in the pouring rain next to someone that he didn’t even like all that much. His nails — ink-stained and bitten short, you notice — drum along the railing absentmindedly.

“I don’t know,” he admits, looking back over the canyon. “You’re standing out in the middle of an April shower in nothing but light flight leathers. I just got a little concerned.”

You blink, caught off-guard by the admission. Dain Aetos, resident judge of all things you, was concerned about you? You couldn’t be sure if he was joking or not.

“Awww,” you coo. “You’re concerned for my well-being now? I’m honored.” 

His coffee-colored eyes narrow a little. “Obviously,” he mutters. “I thought you were crying, and that’s out of the ordinary for you. I—“ He sighs and scrubs a hand over his face tiredly. His voice lowers a little when he continues, as if he was telling you a profound secret. “I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Well. If nothing else got your attention, that certainly did. Dain wasn’t an asshole by any real means, but to go and admit that he had cared enough about you that he wanted to make sure you weren’t upset? That was the definition of progress.

You shoot him a small smile of gratitude. “I appreciate that, Dain.” You watch as he stiffens a little at the sound of his name and then relaxes in less than a second. “But, yeah. Not upset in the slightest. Quite the opposite, actually.”

The smile he returns can only be described as…Well, nervous. “Of course. Just watching out for a section-mate.”

Your heart sinks a little as he reduces the gesture to duty, but the feeling quickly recedes when Fíoch mumbles quietly in that corner of your mind. “Deflecting. He is too insecure to really show you that he cares. Human males always cease to impress me.”

You bite down hard on your tongue to keep yourself from laughing, and you nod. Dain, looking slightly disheveled, glances around and then fidgets with one of the buttons on his crisp jacket. “Guess I have to get out of here. I’m—“ He looks away for a moment. “I’m glad you’re okay, Holt.” He spins around quickly, maybe too quickly, and leaves you alone in the pouring down rain with an amount of confusion that could knock out a bear. 

“Okay?” You say to no one. “Great. Thanks, I guess.”

Fíoch snorts in your mind. “You need to focus on fixing your face, girl. I can see that lovestruck look in your eyes from literal miles away.”

“And you need to focus on minding your business,” you counter, watching Dain leave with a sudden hollow feeling replacing whatever you’d felt before. “If I’m lovestruck, then youabsolutely adore being caught in the rain and would do anything to be standing in it right now.”

As if on cue, the Brown dragon’s head pops out from seemingly nowhere below the balcony, his orange eyes blinking up at you in triumph. “You were saying?”

You stare down at him for a moment before groaning. “We really need to start working on shielding.”

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[apuff]

my chemical tober :D

[littlelightfish]

As I said I would, I drew my oc with yours my beloved @clawdouobit

My pretty girl likes to infodump your pretty girl about the smallest things. She's like a reel, talks a lot but most of it is meaningless.

Close ups and more info because I can't shut up ehtier under the cut <3

20 years old and engaged to a half-foot. They're waiting to gain some more money to get married and leave the dungeon. Note: they're best friends but idk if what they have going on is truly romantic love or just a very good friendship.

Quite skilled at upper levels, but wouldn't go to lesser levels. She isn't skilled enough to make her party survive there.

Her race is a mix between gnome and half-foot. Idk if that's possible but I don't think it's not.

If I had to guess, she's 13/14 on half-foot standars. It's unclear whether she's an adult or not, but she's preety mature most of the time. Most.

Flushed cheeks always. Also very pale.

She's 109 cms tall, a lot more than avarage on haflings, but lot less than avarage on gnomes. Since she hangs out mostly with haflings, she's a giant woman. This gives her some problems with traps so her BMI is 18 due to diet.

Fwens with Shahad. Who knows why tho. We gotta figure that out ;}

[awayintheend]

dot dot

[felidthing]

i did the "autistic teen doesnt understand hes supposed to stop trick-or-treating" thing and i am STILL mad about it. why cant i keep doing that. my anxiety finally got the best of me and my last trick-or-treating was when i was 17 when i dressed up as Hooded Black Figure and didnt speak so it was harder to tell i was 17. but also theres several other things i just never "grew out of" and still see absolutely no reason to make myself stop so this is just one of them

[angelthefatal]

Why did I actually tear up reading this..........

*sniffs* It's beautiful......

You made me cry over some dead animal I haven't even seen with my own naked eyes.....

You made me feel really aware of life....

#Ifeelsoblessedandoverwhelmedrightnow...

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[too-much-boobus]

anyone else get obscenely jealous at cats being loved

[235uranium]

okay... I've only got sojiro rank 10 left and futaba's at rank 7... let's just hope I don't get fucked up by turning down the romance route

[digitald0rk]

TEAR YOU APART

pairing : sinister! mark grayson x afab! florist reader.

synopsis : in which mark discovers your dirty little secret and decides to help you recreate it in real time.

(18+) warnings : kidnapping. nasty petty perv mark. allusions to cannibalism. mention of kinda gory violence. hair pulling. biting. mean name calling duh. giving each other head. p in v unprotected sex. creampies. marathon sex as in multiple orgasms. squirting. overstimulation . . . ++ just really nasty smut lol [ all consentual though! you two are freaks like in capital FREAKS ]

w.c : 5.5k.

notes : erm. yeah idk what possessed me to write this but lemme know what you think ! it's my first time writing smut this long and detailed [ my search history is crazy rn lol ]. let's just say this takes place in sinister mark's universe before he starts acting like a murder machine and all, so yeah :] again interactions are always appreciated, also do let me know if you think there's any warning i should add!

taglist : @vm4879bb-blog [ for the others, i wasn't sure if you guys would be okay being tagged in a fic like this so i didn't, let me know if you wanna be added tho :p ]

now on ao3 too!

he's going to kill something, or someone.

“oh yeah this? my boyfriend got it for me!”

he hears you talk about him, your lover, everyday and it annoys him deeply, the subtle furrow of his eyebrows barely noticeable but definitely there — sometimes a twitch of his eye, clear cracks in his carefully constructed facade give away his irritation if you choose to look closely.

“that reminds me, this one time he-”

he loves that pretty voice of yours — dare he say, he's grown fond of it, but he wants to shut you up forever whenever your boyfriend's name leaves your lips.

mark wants his name to be on your tongue — to be said with the same love and fondness that accompanies the name of your lover.

he tried, he really did, to give you signs — a squeeze of your hand there, a stare that can practically undress you on its own. but it seems you're oblivious to it all, or you're playing hard to get, either way his patience is running thin.

he'll get what he wants. just you wait.

every time he visits your little shop, it smells like flowers mixed with your perfume, that sweet and sugary scent with just a hint of citrus — he had asked you about the perfume you wore during his third visit, bought it the same day so he could finally get off because his imagination wasn't enough at this point, that kept him somewhat satisfied for a bit, but it wasn't nearly enough.

so when he stopped by next time, not even buying flowers to play along with whatever this is, he asked you, “where do you buy your clothes?”

you blink a couple times, clearly taken aback back by the sudden question but nonetheless, answer him — although you're not quite sure what to make of his disheveled hair and blown out pupils.

here he is, acting like a feral dog in heat, buying anything and everything that he can at the shops you frequent that resembles your clothes. and when he's back at home, he's spraying them with the perfume you always wear, rutting like a madman into the mattress as he mouths at a pink shirt — the same one you own and the one you were wearing when he first saw you, his drool leaking and staining the shirt as he holds it close to his mouth and closing his eyes, your scent surrounding him as he suckles on the chest area of the shirt, imagining it's your chest instead which has him groaning and cumming in his pants. that keeps him going for another week or so.

next thing he knows, he's acting on pure instinct and his desires — snapping photos of your panties underneath your little skirts like a fucking pervert, looking them up online so he could order them and make a mess of them. and he does, he stains each and everyone of those panties with his hot, thick cum and sometimes his spit when he imagines eating your pretty pussy out. his desires however continue to only grow.

he visits your little shop, like he always does, mentally preparing himself to not grab your throat and shove you down to make you shut up if he hears about your stupid boyfriend again.

he's being nice, can't you see? you should be thankful.

mark sees a new ring on your finger, the small silver zircon on it shining underneath the sunlight, he wonders if it's another gift from your boyfriend.

the thought leaves a bitter taste behind, regardless, he maintains his usual aloof facade, waiting for you to finish wrapping up his bouquet that he's going to end up tossing away the next day — just like the other flowers he's bought from you, they don't compare to you or your beauty, he wants you, a flower that won't rot away once he's done playing with it.

surprisingly, you don't mention the name of a certain man who he wants dead and buried six feet deep but he doesn't comment on it, in fact, a small barely imperceptible smile tugs at his lips.

he's just about to leave your little flower heaven when he hears something that makes his heart, uncharacteristically skip a beat.

“yeah i heard, i’m so sorry,” a voice, which he recognizes as your friend speaks softly, sympathetically.

“yeah, i don't know what i was thinking,” you start, “the signs were there, i just never thought he'd cheat like that,” you blink away the forming tears, “i trusted him.”

he stops dead in his tracks. that bastard cheated on you? he'll make him pay for being the reason you cry, although your tears do make his cock twitch in his pants. he'll lick them off of your face if you let him, god he really wants to.

should he simply keep your boyfriend to torture? he's sure he could lure you in with it, after all you are way too sweet for your own good.

he'll slowly tear each of his limbs apart, making sure the man hears his bones cracking and skin ripping, he'll make that fucker bleed to death. hell, he'd even record those painful, agonizing sounds that your ex would cry out, he's sure you'd cry more if he lets you hear them, maybe he just wants to see you cry — though he's sure you'll do that when you choke on his cock.

he snaps out of his little fantasy when the bell rings, indicating the opening of the door — another customer in, he sighs. he's losing it, he's not sure how much he can withstand not having you with him. but he's trying, for you.

for the sweetest girl who he can't wait to devour.

with his restraint hanging on by a thread, he steps out of your shop, his hands clenching and unclenching into fists by his sides. he needs to have you.

and that restraint finally snaps the next day when he discovers that his favorite florist is a fucking freak.

as you're tending to customers — clearly overwhelmed by their number as valentine’s day is approaching and flowers are definitely a safe option for your partner, his eyes stay locked on your laptop's screen that you had put on one of the small tables, lid only half closed, his eyes frantically scan over some of the words as he fully opens the screen, trying to stay out of your vision.

he quickly decides to go somewhere where there aren't so many people so he could take a look inside his sweet girl's sick mind. and with that he skillfully slips outside — he feels awfully excited, sneaking into the small bathroom of some shop.

and with each click of the cursor and another tab opening, he learns your most depraved, disgusting fantasies — the kind of porn you're into, your kinks and fetishes, the smut you read, all of it.

he even stumbles upon a small blog you run, oh now we're talking. each lewd image or post you've reblogged, followed by some words of “wish that was me rn”, has him hard. and these date back before your break up, meaning your boyfriend was definitely not keeping you satisfied and that has him grinning like a maniac.

oh he'll give you what you want.

he shamelessly palms himself when he finds your dairy entry with his name, rambling about how you feel guilty fantasizing about him ruining you. he would've cum right then and there if it weren't for the knocking on the door, “hey man, you mind hurrying it up?”

oh right he's still in a bathroom and not in you, like he should be.

he manages to sneak your laptop back in, thanking the absurd amount of customers mentally which helped him go in and out without raising suspicion.

he can't take it anymore, it's only been a couple hours since he's discovered your filthy secret and also saw you tearing up earlier because of that asshole who broke your heart.

he knows he's a hypocrite — he doesn't care for your dumb feelings and your big heart, okay well maybe that's a lie.

it is a lie.

and there are definitely these feelings that he refuses to acknowledge but still, the only reason why you should be crying is because of him fucking your brains out.

and so he waits, like a predator waiting to pounce — he holds his breath, watching as the sun sets and you lock up your shop, ready to go home and get some sleep but your plans are interrupted as a hand sneaks up behind you with some sort of cloth, muffling your panicked noises and before you know it you're knocked out.

it takes you hours to gain your consciousness back, eyes all heavy and mind disoriented you blink, once. then twice, your eyes widen and your mouth suddenly feels too dry. you're all tied up to a cold hard metal chair, you're only in your bra and panties, the rope is too tight, it's constricting and will definitely leave behind angry marks on your skin.

standing before you is one of your regular customers, mark. you stare at him, dumbfounded — eyes darting around to look for an escape okay to see a single door, desk and some chairs, panic settles in your bones, the coldness of the room does nothing to soothe your nerves.

you mindlessly try to shift around, a desperate attempt that leaves you wincing in pain — the friction of the thick black rope burning against your skin.

you try to speak, but nothing comes out, only a small choked sob — looking at him with those wide eyes which are brimming with tears that are oh so close to spilling and staining your cheeks, you look utterly helpless. the sight alone makes him excited.

he takes a deep breath, he wants to take his time with you, savor you. but goddamnit, if you keep looking at him like that he's sure he'll end up doing the opposite of that.

“open your mouth,” he commands, leaving no room for argument and you hate the way it sends a shiver down your spine and a throb to your core. 

you hesitantly open your mouth, with his back turned to you — doing god knows what, you try screaming for help, it is a weak attempt that makes him chuckle, “no one's going to hear you sweetheart,” he coos mockingly, “i suggest you play along if you wish to live.”

he's not joking, his voice makes it clear. 

so you reluctantly keep your mouth opened, hot tears falling down — lucky for you, he's being nice, at least for now because he brings a glass of water, holding your jaw and pouring the water in your mouth, some of it spills, the coldness of it on your bare skin making you shiver — but you swallow all he gives hastily, hoping it really is just water.

you sputter a bit of the water out onto him in surprise when he licks a stream of you tears away, his tongue hot against your skin and his spit leaving a shiny trail on your cheek. scared, that he'll hurt you because of what you've just done, you close your eyes shut as if the mere action would actually rewind back time and do something for you.

he laughs, loudly.

god, you're adorable. he could just eat you up.

“are you scared of me?” he asks, knowing damn well it's a pointless question but the genuine fear in your eyes has him reeling with joy and a desire only you, his sweetheart, can fulfill.

he puts the now empty glass of water back on a small table, “you know, you look real pretty like this,” he starts, dragging a chair to sit across you, “but i bet you'd look real pretty without anything on.”

you don't answer, you don't know how to. your eyes are still looking around the big room for any exits, any openings — he smiles at your desperation, it's cute really.

“or maybe you'd look even prettier with some blood on you hm?” his tone although amused is firm enough to leave you unsure if he's being serious or not, he drags a finger across your belly, “what if i make a cut right here?”

you immediately shake your head, trying to speak but he shuts you up by pinching one of your hard nipples through your bra, your protests die down into a small whimper — the sound has him grinning from ear to ear.

his eyes glint with something sinister that has you both scared and turned on. “i know you want this slut,” he holds your jaw harshly.

shame settles in your bones as you realize he's right.

“don't play coy sweet girl i saw all of it,” when you give him a confused look, he continues, “that little blog of yours, that disgusting shit you're into.”

oh fuck.

he sees the look of absolute horror mixed with embarrassment on your face and he tuts like he's disappointed, “dirty girl,” like he isn't the one who literally kidnapped you here.

“i don't know what you're talking about,” you both know you're lying, but sure he'll play along if that's what you want — he's feeling good today.

he reaches for your bag and rips it open — a clear display of who's still in charge here and how he definitely could kill you in an instant.

mark opens your laptop and asks you the password. you don't tell him at first as if that would change anything.

“i asked you a simple question,” he walks closer to you, grips your shoulder hard enough to make you regret your words, “or do i need to rip something else for you to answer me hm?” his grip tightens and you know he's not playing around, your voice shakes as you give him the four number pin, breathing heavily when he lets go of his hard bruising grip on your shoulder.

“good girl,” fuck him, he's doing this on purpose now! and the smug look on his face only confirms your suspicions.

he shows you the deepest, filthiest fantasies of yours that you keep tucked in your laptop, away from the world.

“what's wrong? don't pretend you're not dripping wet right now.”

again, he's not wrong.

“why are you doing this?” you ask him, still struggling a bit against the ropes that bind you.

“i wanna give you what you want,” he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. he also wants to make you forget about your ex boyfriend, but he's not admitting that, jealousy is a weakness. and one that he suffers from immensely.

“you what-”

“drop the act,” he huffs, irritation visible in the way his eyebrows furrow. “just admit it already. you're a sick disgusting pervert who goes prancing around like she's not thinking of having her holes filled,” he tugs at your hair to keep your head up, his eyes dark with lust boring right into yours.

“are you crazy? you fucking kidnapped-”

he cuts you off again, “so you don't want this?”

silence.

“i’ll untie you right now and let you leave, just tell me you want to leave.”

silence, again.

you're not fooling anybody.

“yeah that's what i thought,” he let's go of your hair, “the safe word is-” he mutters your ex’s name and before you can even comment on the sheer absurdity of it all, he's ripping your panties away from your throbbing pussy, groaning at the sight of your glistening wet folds, all needy just for him.

he quickly pockets the ripped panties. pervert.

“look at this needy cunt, all for me hm?” he muses aloud, spreading your legs apart and breaking apart the ropes that tried to interfere with his ministrations. he shakily inhales when he sees your arousal slowly spill out — you're so fucking wet. his heated gaze leaving goosebumps on your skin.

he presses a chaste kiss to your folds, practically salivating as he breathes you in — he's gonna end up cumming in his pants, he's dreamt of this exact moment for so long.

he gathers a considerable amount of saliva in his mouth before spitting it onto your neglected cunt which twitches at the action, the sight is downright filthy and it makes you moan.

he wastes no time — getting on his knees, licking a strip up your slit before devouring your pussy like a man starved for days, shamelessly rutting into the chair you're sitting on at your taste. you taste so good, he wants to drown in it.

he's messy and loud, your hands are still tied behind your back so you can't push his head away and grip his hair when he attacks your clit with his tongue, sucking on it relentlessly. your hips lift up and buck into his face, your noises only getting louder as he fucks his tongue into your warm wet hole. he moans at the feeling of your thighs squeezing around his head and nearly suffocating him — your walls clenching around his tongue as you cry out his name in utter pleasure.

he shoves two of his thick fingers in without any warning — a surprised small squeal leaving your lips, while his tongue works in torturous circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves and eagerly licking between your folds. your pretty whimpers are music to his ears.

clearly overwhelmed with pleasure, you make a pathetic attempt to squirm away from his touch, which earns you a harsh smack to your thigh followed by a bite — his teeth dig into your flesh, leaving behind bruising marks that will sting for days, the line between pain and pleasure blurring.

a familiar feeling settles in your belly, it only builds up as he continues to go down on you. “mark! mark! i'm i’m-” you try warning him, but his fingers only speed up, he sucks harshly on your clit, holding your hips down when you cum — your body shaking, crying out his name oh so sweetly, he wants to hear it again and again, until the only word you know is his name.

he doesn't pull away from your cunt though, drinking up every bit of your release and arousal that you offer — holding you down and forcing you to submit to the relentless pleasure he's giving you, moaning into your pussy like he's having the best meal of his life.

he doesn't let you rest, inserting another finger in — easily massaging that sweet spot that you can't reach as easily as he does.

“oh fuck!” you whine out loud, when he keeps overstimulating your poor pussy, the squelching wet noises only increasing as he eats you out. he loves the way your brain is turning to mush, mindlessly babbling his name along with your sweet noises.

and when you cum again, he still doesn't stop. 

you've lost count of how many orgasms you've had at this point, body too sensitive and shaking almost like a leaf.

with eyes brimming with seemingly never ending tears, vision practically blurry from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body, it doesn't take him long to bring you to the edge again — except this time you end up squirting all over his pretty face, a surprised noise leaves your mouth as your body jolts hardly.

he finally pulls away. a small moan leaves your lips as you take in the sight in front of you.

mark grayson, on his knees, face all wet and drenched in your juices and his spit, breathing heavily — looking at you like he's going to eat you alive.

he's breathing really heavily, your dazed state makes it hard for you to comprehend things but you can clearly see the big wet spot on his pants. he came — from just eating you out.

“messy fucking slut,” he spanks your already oversensitive pussy making you hiss and cry out, body still quivering and twitching from that intense release.

he pushes your legs apart again, spreading your pussy open for him to see, he mutters a curse under his breath as he sees remnants of your release clinging onto the sensitive skin. he needs to get up before he ends up eating you out — as much as he would love to do that, he can't wait much longer, he needs to be buried inside that sweet cunt of yours and make you see stars.

he gets up from his knees. grabbing your hair, mark makes you lick his face clean, you taste yourself on his face and feel yourself getting worked up again. “good fucking girl, gonna put that mouth to better use, just you wait,” his hand reaches down to pinch your clit, laughing when you let out a small pained noise.

he hastily tears away your bra, the fabric discarded somewhere on the cold floor. he pinches and lightly grazes his nails against the perked up sensitive buds, making you squirm and let out small whimpers — it stings, but it also gets you insanely wet.

“look at that, pretty pussy’s practically begging to be fucked,” he bites down on your shoulder, a pained groan escapes your mouth and he bites harder, pulling away to admire the mark his teeth left.

you barely have time to look at the new addition of marks he's left on your body so far, before he's untying your hands behind your back, taking your wrists into his and pulling you down. you stumble a bit at the harsh tug — legs practically jelly from all those orgasms.

he draws you closer by your arms, manhandling you easily so you're sitting in between his open legs — the cold floor against your warm body.

“take it off,” he commands, gesturing to his pants. you hesitantly take them off, his ruined boxers coming into vision.

he's an impatient man, he always gets what he wants.

mark grabs a fistful of your hair and forces your head down onto his clothed — aching cock, making his impatience very clear.

“dumb bitch, can't do anything herself,” his tone demeaning, shutting up your protests by shoving his thumb in your mouth. he lifts his hips up to finally free himself of his boxers, his cock standing up — bobbing and leaking with pre. you gulp, eyes flitting back over to his face.

he lets out a small moan as you gather some of your saliva to spit on his hard cock, licking teasingly up his length over one of his prominent veins.

“don't be a fucking tease,” he takes ahold of your jaw harshly, tugging your tongue out before you can close your mouth — that he can't wait to be in and spits on your tongue, making you swallow it, before shoving you back a bit.

he pushes your hair out of your face so he could watch you better, the gesture so sweet and gentle — it makes you almost forget how mean he's been.

you slowly start pushing his length into your mouth, “thaaat's right, take it like the good slut you are,” his words die down into a groan as he feels your tongue swirl around his sensitive tip.

he's being nice for once, letting you take your time, your head bobs up and down as you suck him off while your hands jerk the rest of his cock that you can't fit in your mouth, tongue working against his sensitive spots.

but your mouth feels so good, so warm, so wet — his hips jerk up involuntarily, making you gag and tear up at the burn you feel at the back of your throat.

you look so pretty like this, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock, eyes glassy — don't blame him for wanting to ruin you when you look like that.

he pulls himself out of your mouth slightly — just to make sure he doesn't end up cumming too soon, before shoving himself back in, moaning in pleasure at the sensations he feels. you keep sucking, forcing all of him in your mouth, almost choking on his cock, some drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, but it's worth it — worth those small whimpers and grunts he lets out, ones he can't hold back because of how good he feels right now, all because of you.

and when your hand reaches down to lightly toy with his balls, cupping them, he shivers and lets out a low moan of your name, without a proper warning his cock twitches in your mouth and he cums, hard — flooding your mouth with his thick salty release.

you try to swallow as much as you can but it's too much, however, mark being the fucking asshole he is, forces your head back down on his twitching cock and pinches your nose shut making it hard to breathe.

he breaks into a full blown laugh. oh how he loves the way your eyes water up — that panicked expression on your face as you struggle to breathe, some of his cum leaking out your pretty mouth, squirming and still trying to push him away. it only turns him on more, “it's rude to talk with your mouthful,” he quips, holding your gaze.

he lets you go finally and you pull him out of your mouth quickly, throat already feeling sore — you cough, wiping away his cum and your spit from your face with the back of your hand.

“you should've seen the look on your face,” he chuckles darkly — clearly pleased with himself, shifting closer to you to pin you down, wasting no time shoving his tongue in your mouth, messily kissing you. he lets you pull off his shirt, his hips buck a little when you start feeling him up.

he can taste himself on your tongue and god that only adds to his growing arousal.

he pulls away a little so he can start biting and sucking down your neck, his other hand sneaking down to tease your pussy — tracing circles onto your clit, he grinds against you, “gonna fucking ruin you for everyone else,” he bites your earlobe, tugging on it, his fingers moving to tease your other hole, “gonna make sure this fucking pussy is always full of me,” he slaps your pussy, making you cry out his name.

he quickly aligns himself with your wet entrance, taking a deep breath before nudging his tip in — shoving it all in one go, making you tremble in both pain and pleasure that'll build over time, “come on i know you can take it, isn't this what you wanted?” he coos mockingly, pressing sloppy wet kisses to your face, licking your face like some fucking dog, leaving your face covered in his spit.

as soon as your muscles relax the tiniest bit he's thrusting in and out of you like a madman — you yelp loudly, holding onto him for dear life, nails digging into his back.

“fuck- oh my god!”

the only sounds in the room are the fast wet sounds of him thrusting into you, your pussy squelching loudly at the action and your combined moans and whines.

your gummy walls clench around him harder with each thrust, his cock hitting that sweet spot so well it has you seeing stars, all you can think about is him.

“oh fuck,” he grunts into your ear when he feels you tighten around him, gripping him like a vice, “think she needs to be filled all nice and warm with my cum, don't you agree baby?” he accentuates each word with a harsh thrust, relishing the way your body writhes under him.

you nod mindlessly, desperate for that sweet release more than anything.

“aww what's wrong?” he leans down to suck on one of your nipples, pinching and toying with the other one — a choked out sob leaves your lips, you feel tears pooling in your eyes, you clench around him even harder, desperate to milk him for all he's worth. he lets out a whine when he sees the outline of his cock in your belly going in and out, fuck he's going to cum.

the movement his hips falter at the feeling of your pussy gripping him tightly, “oh fuck,” he breathes heavily, muscles tensing up a bit. he pulls out, moving you on your stomach, giving your ass an appreciative spank when you arch your back for him.

“guess she answered for you hm?”, he muses — pumping himself a few times before settling back into your warm needy cunt, “fucked too dumb to answer but can still arch your back like a needy whore? you're so fucking pathetic,” he licks over the opening of your little hole, an arm coming around to hold you in a headlock that has your vision blurry — in the best way possible. getting impatient, you try to fuck yourself back onto his length but he doesn't let you.

“nasty girl, i can feel you clenching around me” spank “you like it when i’m being mean hm?” spank “oh right you can't answer,” spank “not a thought behind those pretty eyes hm?” spank “don't worry, you don't have to think at all, you wouldn't have to, when i’m done with you.”

he starts rutting into you again, his filthy mouth doesn't stop as he dicks you down like his life depends on it. his arm around your neck — squeezing, leaving you dizzy as he pounds into you from behind like he's in heat, you've given up on trying to control your noises. he sneaks a hand down to pinch and toy with your clit — making your walls clench and toes curl and you cum for the nth time with almost a scream of his name, your body shakes vigorously as a result of your intense orgasm.

it doesn't take long for him to cum as well, especially with you screaming his name like that. with a few more sloppy thrusts he fills you up with his warm sticky white release, head thrown back as a soft whimper of your name is uttered out of his mouth.

breathing heavily, he makes sure to not waste a single drop — once again buries himself as deep as he can, admiring all the various marks that he has littered your skin with.

he pulls out after awhile, keeping your thighs apart with his rough calloused hands so he can see the sight of his cum mixed with yours leak out of your hole, shit, he's getting hard again.

he's honestly not sure if you can keep up — he doesn't want to end up hurting you- well you're his toy, nothing more than that he doesn't care if he hurts you, he really doesn't.

he wants to break you, ruin you. yeah, that's it.

his eyes definitely do not soften the slightest bit as he takes in your disheveled state, back still arched prettily for him, your ass red from all his spanking, skin battered with various marks, a proof of the intense passionate sex you two had.

but when you crane your head back, looking at him, “I can take it,” you're still trying to catch your breath, wincing a bit as you shift your body around, “give it to me mark,” you sound so sweet — swaying your hips side to side to make him give in and fill you up again.

you want him to break you.

and he does just that.

again and again, until he's sure your cunt remembers each vein and curve of his cock, stuffing your hole full to the brim each time.

so when your body finally gives out — almost passing out after another orgasm that he pulls out from you, lying on top of the only desk in the room as he drills into your cunt, he stops. pulling out and painting your tits with his release with a loud groan, his hair is sticking up in all different directions from the way you've kept pulling on it, body coated in a sheen layer of sweat — shaking as his chest heaves unevenly with each breath he takes just like yours.

he watches as your eyes close shut and you drift into a light slumber after a few minutes. his heart beating weirdly in an erratic manner, he chalks it up to the sex, although he has to admit he finds your sleepy face quite adorable, he may or may not want to hear that giggle again — the one you let out when he ended up cumming a little too fast when you praised him.

but he'll think about that when his face is not buried between your thighs, tongue sinking back into your folds — he can't get enough of you.

and with the way you whimper loudly, tugging on his hair oh so eagerly.

it seems like you can't get enough of him either.

so he'll indulge you to your heart’s content — maybe he'll save that video of him torturing your ex boyfriend and leaving him to die in a ditch for some other day.

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[thecherrygod]

I've been having a specific thought all day and now it's 3 am so you know what that means <3

[sunniepoo]

Omg imagine this rafe x Reader but its a love Island USA au rafe character is like rob and readers well she's like herself shy and awkward different to the confident baddies since reader is only in it for the money since she's a college student (probably round the age of 18-19 or 20) and of course this is gonna contain smut maybe when there in their assigned room.I'm not sure if you've watched it or not so its okay if you don't wanna write it. ❤️

how i imagine love island!rafe

shut up!!!! you match my freak because whenever i watch love island (uk cause your girl is a british babe) i always think about how the obx boys would go about things

ahhh this is less of a drabble but more word vomit but i might do one for each of the boys cause i love this!!

rafe is definitely a bombshell who comes in like within the first couple of weeks. he is immediately very drawn to you just because of your calming presence is such a refresher in the high intensity atmosphere so it really relaxes him and just helps him breathe

i feel like he wouldn’t really get to know anyone beside a couple of chats here and there when he comes in initially but he already knows his head is with you, so he chooses you at a recoupling and it’s very smooth sailing in there

the only time an issue really comes about is in the beginning of your situation, when he starts getting annoyed at you for speaking to any new male bombshell even though you’d only been coupled up for a little while HOWEVER it gets squashed very very easily and you both set boundaries with each other

you both gain a reputation for being the horniest in the villa (think tasha and andrew s8) because all the islanders come out saying you guys are soooo loud in bed, mainly just oral - a mix of some light fingering and handjobs

this causes you guys to be picked for the hideaway very quickly and you of course you go the full way - the sex is very typical in rafe cameron style, hard rough thrusts that have your eyes rolling back. the public love you for the most part, just worry about rafe’s attitude when he’s angry

rafe is many things but a cheater is not one of them, so casa is very very hard for him because he misses you so bad, def just sleeps on the daybeds and looks at pictures of you and obviously vice versa, you’re recoupling is so so cute and just boosts the love for you guys from the public more

he skips all the exclusive stuff and just goes straight into asking you to be his girlfriend, he doesn’t do it in an overly grand way but he does make it very very special

i feel like you guys wouldn’t win just because some people are worried that rafe is too intense for you but that’s a small minority, so you end up placing 2nd or 3rd but it’s fine cause rafe’s loaded anyways

[gf2bellamy]

I don't really know who to ask about this but this is a bit of a venty ask (sorry for that btw) is that okay? Can I request Spencer x reader (idk if you write just fem reader or any other's but dealers choice) and reader is rambling about something and suddenly stops when they realize they were talking too much? Like they think that he's annoyed because their family made them think that talking too much was bad? Sorry if this doesn't make sense, I struggle verbalizing my thoughts. Have a good day/night, again sorry for the odd request

listening — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: mention of ppl in reader's life having not wanted to listen a/n: hii !! its a short one but i hope you like this <3 and dont worry your request isnt odd at all !!!

“And then he just ran off, and it was insane,” you said, shaking your head as you recounted the story, your hands gesturing animatedly. “I mean, I tried to stop him, but at that point, it was like talking to a brick wall, so I—”

You stopped mid-sentence.

Your voice trailed off as your brain caught up with what you were doing.

You had been rambling.

Again.

The realization hit like a bucket of cold water, making your stomach twist uncomfortably. Your words had been spilling out so effortlessly, but now, as you glanced at Spencer—who was sitting at his desk, watching you with a small smile—you suddenly felt foolish.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, your posture shrinking as you shifted in your seat. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the old, familiar shame creeping in like an unwanted guest. “I’m talking too much.”

Spencer’s smile disappeared instantly. His brows furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, concern flashing in his hazel eyes.

“No, you’re not,” he said quickly, his voice firm but gentle.

You shrugged, looking down at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. “I just—I know I can go on and on sometimes. I don’t want to be annoying.”

Spencer’s frown deepened. Annoying? The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

His mind raced, piecing things together—your sudden drop in enthusiasm, the way your shoulders had curled inward as if trying to make yourself smaller, the hesitation in your voice.

He hated how instinctual it seemed for you to apologize for simply talking.And he hated even more the idea that someone had made you feel like you had to.

“Hey,” he said softly, waiting until you looked up at him before continuing. “You’re not annoying. And you’re definitely not talking too much.”

You searched his face, as if waiting for some indication that he was just saying that to be nice. But there was no hesitation in his expression, no forced reassurance—just sincerity.

He offered you a small, lopsided smile. “I like listening to you.”

Your breath caught slightly, your fingers stilling against your sleeve. “You do?”

Spencer nodded without missing a beat. “Of course I do.” He tilted his head, his eyes studying yours. “You get this look when you’re excited about something—your eyes light up, and your voice gets a little faster, and you use your hands a lot when you talk.”

Your face warmed. You hadn’t even realized you did that.

Spencer’s smile grew, as if he could read exactly what you were thinking. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

For so long, you had been conditioned to think that talking too much was a flaw, that you had to monitor the volume and speed of your own voice just to be tolerated. But Spencer—he didn’t just tolerate it.

He loved it.

Your lips parted slightly, searching for something to say, but all you could do was blink at him, your heart stumbling over itself in your chest.

Spencer seemed to realize what he had just admitted, his own face dusting pink. He cleared his throat, shifting in his chair. “Uh, I mean—”

A small laugh bubbled out of you, and he stopped, watching you with a mix of curiosity and relief.

“You really don’t mind?” you asked again, still needing to be sure.

Spencer shook his head, his voice softer this time. “No. I really don’t.”

Something in your chest loosened.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe in your own words.

And Spencer just sat there, smiling, happy to listen.

[rhiannonsknife]

okay hear me out. french-canadian shauna who’s first language is french.. (unrealistic i know) that defaults to babbling out phrases and sentences in her first language when she’s being fucked by reader w/ a strap ..

Like i’m not super confident w how i’m suggesting this but .. if that makes any sense!

— 🐾

listen: i do not speak french. i actually failed french in school, and this is a mix of poorly done research, google translate, and a friend of mine who didn’t fail her classes and was actually decent at it. nsfw content. mdni.

there are plenty of things you’ve learned to love about shauna shipman in the months you’ve been dating. in fact, there are countless of quirks and habits you’ve fallen even more in love with over time.

and yet, there’s one thing in particular you’ve developed a bit of a soft spot for.

her french.

you hadn’t even known she spoke it until the first time shauna brought you home and greeted her mother in a fluent string of words that left you blinking in surprise.

from that moment on, you found yourself listening for it.

not just the casual kind, though you love that, too: the quiet mutterings when she’s annoyed, or the half translated thoughts slipping past her lips when she’s distracted and isn’t paying attention to what she’s saying.

not even the filthy things she sometimes murmurs against your skin, knowing exactly what it does to you.

(shauna will lean in close then, her breath warm against your ear, and murmur things she knows you don’t fully understand but feel all the same. “t’es si belle comme ça,” she’ll purr from behind as her fingers find your nipples under your shirt. “so douce…j’ai envie de te goûter…”)

but no, your favorite kind of french is when shauna is the one losing control.

when you’ve got her before you, on all fours or riding you so hard that the bed is creaking dangerously underneath the shared weight of your bodies. the times she is so drunk on your strap, she doesn’t even realize her brain has switched languages because she’s so caught up in you and her moans dissolve into desperate ‘putains’ or other slurred curses.

moments like right now; a rare opportunity that only comes when her house is empty, letting you be as loud as you please without worrying that her mom will hear everything downstairs from shauna’s attic room.

you’ve got the harness fastened on, its straps sitting snugly around your waist as you watch shauna’s cunt greedily taking the silicone cock attached to it, arousal dripping onto the bedsheets and your thighs. she’s bouncing on the toy’s shaft, both of her eyes shut tightly and her hands resting firmly on your shoulder. that’s what you’ve been doing for the past hours: watching in amazement as your girlfriend took what she needed from you, her low cries echoing each time the strap stroked against her g-spot.

your own body is pulsing, aching to be touched for any kind of relief as shauna whines and rests her forehead against yours. she’s no longer bouncing on your strap at this point, just rutting back and forth in short, desperate thrusts while chasing her release.

“oh,” she moans when, suddenly, you take her by the hips and spin her around, smoothly positing yourself between her open legs without losing momentum. for a second, her eyes widen in surprise, but she shuts them again once you begin thrusting your hips forward in the new position, fucking shauna deeper.

“mhm,” she whines as her head falls back into the pillows. “oh- mon dieu- yes right there! baise-moi!”

it’s a barely coherent mix of languages, the pleasure too much to tell the difference between the two. it’s the result of all these hours spent behind locked doors in her room since the moment mrs. shipman had announced that she was leaving for the night.

now that the words are practically stumbling from her lips and her thighs start to tremble, you can tell shauna is close.

“plus fort!” she begs, trying to pick up the pace by lifting her hips up and meeting you halfway. you wouldn’t deny her after all this time of agonizingly slow movements and teasing flicks of your tongue and fingers against her stiff clit. so, with the little french you have learned this far, you fuck shauna harder like she’s asked you to.

“fuck yes!” shauna’s fingers around you tighten their grip, nails scratching red marks down the length of your spine. “continue comme ça!”

as if you'd ever stop.

“yes, oh my-“ she babbles, one hand falling between her legs to work on her clit, the other holding onto you for dear life. “tu me fais me sentir si bien!”

you don’t need to know what she’s saying to understand that it feels good. shauna arches up against you, working frantic circles around her clit. this is the stimulation she’s been missing before, the one thing between her and a mind-blowing orgasm.

she is moaning incoherent versions of your name and french curses as her legs spread wider and tighten around your waist, forcing you deeper.

the relentless clenching of her walls around the strap and a breathless: ‘fuck, je jouis’ is all of a warning you get before shauna is falling apart beneath you. her body squirms on the sheets and her fingers curl to fists in your hair as she cums. shauna’s mouth hangs open in a silent scream while she rides out the waves of her orgasm, her hips uselessly grinding against the toy attached to you until she’s got no strength left in her and collapses on the bed.

you roam her sides soothingly, caressing up her ribs and across her chest while she recovers.

“are you okay?” you murmur after a while of shauna lying motionless with both eyes closed, her breathing still slightly uneven. “was that good for you?” she hums softly in response, her lips curving into the faintest of smiles. she doesn’t open her eyes just yet, just tilts her head slightly toward you.

“mmm…c’était parfait,” shauna whispers, voice drowsy. her fingers find yours on the blankets, tracing circles against your skin.

“yeah?”

“bien sûr,” she sighs, finally opening her eyes. she shifts just enough to press a kiss to your shoulder. “toujours parfait avec toi”

[gigamuffin]

Helloooo I've added a link to the 2014 live action movie Skatten i Lama Rama on archive dot org, it has English subs hurray!!

[The Main Crew] [The Villains] [Landlubbers]

Maybe you're simply just curious and want to check it out, maybe you're looking for something specific, or maybe you're a Norwegian looking for nostalgia. Does it matter, not really. Here are the links:

[Updated 30.11.24]

Let's start off simple with the music

This is my Kaptein Sabeltann playlist, it has all the songs available on Spotify right now, in the best quality I could find, semi-sorted from most to least popular (so i recommend turning off shuffle). This is a simple starting point and I recommend you check out the music first. Especially if you want a quick and simple way to see what the deal is about without looking at any of the other media.

Kaptein Sabeltann's official YouTube is also a great place to start since it's available worldwide. Lots of music videos filmed directly from the stage, as well as Kaptein Sabeltanns Sjørøverfest at Chat Noir in Oslo and Drømmen om Sabeltanns rike (They're cheap even for Sabeltann standards, but they're there if you want them.)

The main 3 shows (filmed in the early 2000s directly from the stage) are available on NRK TV for free, but you're going to need a VPN to get access (NB: I haven't tested this myself so it might not work). They also have the first ever Kaptein Sabeltann show that kicked the entire thing off, and that show should be available worldwide. And the follow up to the original show, Hemmeligheten i Kjuttaviga, is on archive dot org

The official viewing order is as follows (the main canon shows are highlighted in bold): Skatten i Kjuttaviga, Hemmeligheten i Kjuttaviga, Grusomme Gabriel's Skatt, Den Forheksede Øya, Jakten på den Magiske Diamant.

NRK TV also has the entire Kaptein Sabeltann TV-Show (14 minutes per episode + 26 episodes). It's a prequel to the main shows and follows Pinky in Abra Havn, but it's not required to watch first. (You're also gonna need a VPN for this one too if you're not in Norway.)

If you don't speak Norwegian, good news! 3 Kaptein Sabeltann movies have all been dubbed into English as well as many other languages: Kaptein Sabeltann (2003) (Animated), Kaptein Sabeltann og skatten i Lama Rama 2014 (Live Action). And Kaptein Sabeltann og den magiske diamant (2019) (Animated). I've linked to their IMDB pages in case you want to find them in your language. I don't have links directly to the movies, you may have to go the route of Kaptein Sabeltann to watch them hint hint cough cough 🏴‍☠️

Since writing this Skatten i Lama Rama (2014) has been uploaded on archive dot org with English (and Norwegian) subtitles.

[shyoko]

☆ You sleep with a plush toy and not with them

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. I hope you like it. (English is not my first language.) 

Requests are open

Heeseung☆

Heeseung had given you a deer plush before leaving on his trip, assuring you that even if he was far away, a part of him would always be with you. That night, upon returning, he found you in the bedroom, lying on the bed, hugging the plushie with care. A smile formed on his lips as he saw how adorable you looked, waiting for him so peacefully.

He slipped into bed, expecting to feel your arms wrapping around him as usual. However, this time, instead of receiving your warm embrace, he noticed that you were still clinging to the plush. He furrowed his brows slightly, feeling a pang of jealousy.

—Seriously? You're going to hug him instead of me? —he muttered with feigned indignation.

You didn't answer, which only made him more impatient. Determined to reclaim his place, he slid under the covers until he was right beside you. In one swift movement, he wedged himself between your arms, causing the deer plush to fall to the floor. Now, you were so close that the tip of his nose brushed against yours, and upon noticing his childishly offended expression, you couldn't help but smile.

—You're unbelievable… —you whispered, amused.

Before he could protest, you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Heeseung sighed against your mouth, completely surrendering to you.

—Tell me, why would you want that stupid deer I bought just because it looked like me when you have the real thing right here? —he grumbled, a mix of reproach and tenderness in his voice.

But you didn't let him keep talking. Without another word, you kissed him again, silencing any further complaints he might have had. At that moment, you knew that no plush in the world could replace the feeling of having him in your arms.

Jay☆

Jay hated that annoying rabbit plush. Not only did it look suspiciously cute, but it also blurted out cheesy phrases at random whenever someone squeezed its soft paws. More than once, he had asked—no, demanded—that you keep that "monster" out of his sight, especially after it scared the life out of him by speaking in the middle of the night.

Of course, being you, you ignored his pleas entirely. Not only did you keep it, but you also snuck it into your shared bed, hugging it as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. You lay on your side, back facing Jay, clutching your beloved plush against your chest while he tried to sleep.

After a few minutes in the same position, Jay wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer in an attempt to cuddle. But the moment his hands touched something that definitely wasn't you, he knew exactly what was coming between you two.

His greatest enemy.

He huffed in frustration and, without hesitation, smacked the plush away.

—Get that thing out of this bed right now —he said dramatically—. If you wanted to hear embarrassing sweet talk before bed, you could’ve just asked me to do it.

Before you could react, Jay had already kidnapped the rabbit and banished it to the living room, putting an end to its reign of terror. When he returned, he slipped under the covers and pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if afraid you'd replace him again.

—I love you to infinity and beyond —he suddenly whispered.

His unexpected confession caught you off guard, making you burst into laughter.

—Was that embarrassing enough to beat that monster? —he continued, a mischievous grin on his lips.

You shook your head, still laughing, but Jay wasn't done yet.

—Don’t worry, babe, I’ve been practicing even cringier lines. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be hopelessly in love with me… even more than you already are.

And knowing him, he definitely meant it.

Jake☆

The puppy plush Jake had gifted you fit perfectly in your arms. Its softness and gentle warmth lulled you into a deep sleep within seconds, snuggled up in your shared bed.

When Jake walked out of the bathroom, dressed only in his pajama pants, his lips curled into a smile at the sight of you. You looked so peaceful, hugging that little plush so lovingly, that his heart melted on the spot… though at the same time, a tiny pang of jealousy crept into his chest.

Without thinking much about it, he slid under the covers and carefully tried to pry the plush from your grasp. But his mission failed instantly. You were holding onto it so tightly, as if you were afraid someone would take it away.

But Jake wasn’t one to give up so easily. He was supposed to be the one in your arms—not some stuffed puppy.

With a sudden idea, he gently turned your body and started peppering soft kisses all over your face, from your forehead to the tip of your nose, until, between murmurs and caresses, you finally stirred awake.

—Get rid of this tiny, stinky pup —he murmured, feigning indignation. Don’t you realize you have a bigger, cuter one to cuddle with?

His childish pout made you giggle, unable to resist his adorable jealousy. His eyes sparkled with a mix of playfulness and affection, making you sigh.

Smiling, you slowly set the plush aside and, in its place, wrapped your arms around Jake, hugging him tightly.

He wasted no time in responding, pulling you closer with his strong arms, his grin growing even wider. Before closing his eyes, he pressed a gentle kiss to your neck—a silent reminder of just how much he loved you.

¡~Sunghoon☆~!

The argument with Sunghoon still weighed heavily on your chest as you sought refuge in your bed, clutching tightly onto the stuffed animal he had given you. Despite the warmth of the blankets, you felt a coldness inside, one that nothing seemed to soothe. Silent tears rolled down your face, tracing the path of your sorrow.

When Sunghoon entered the room, his heart clenched at the sight of you. Guilt washed over him. He didn’t want things to end this way—he couldn’t stand seeing you cry, much less being the reason behind it.

He approached the bed slowly, hesitating when he noticed your eyes were closed. However, his need to make things right overpowered his doubts. Kneeling beside you, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the warmth of his lips making you open your eyes.

"I'm sorry, love…" he whispered, his voice trembling. "I've been a complete idiot. Will you forgive me?"

You could see the uncertainty in his gaze, his hands trembling slightly, as if he feared your rejection.

With a sigh, you gave him a small "yes," instantly easing his burden. He wasted no time slipping under the covers, wrapping his arms around you. But as soon as you felt his warmth, you gently pulled away, still feeling hurt. Instead, you clung tightly to the plush toy.

Sunghoon clicked his tongue in frustration.

"Don't be like that, please… I know I was an idiot, but don't punish me by acting so stubborn…" he mumbled with a pout. "And get rid of that damn plushie. Let me replace it. I promise I give way better hugs."

His words only made you frown. With a bit of force, you grabbed the stuffed animal and threw it straight at his head. The toy bounced off and landed in the far corner of the room, leaving him utterly bewildered.

Sunghoon blinked a few times before bursting into laughter, his uncontrollable giggles filling the room. Despite your efforts to stay serious, you couldn’t help the small smile that escaped your lips.

Seizing the opportunity, Sunghoon lunged at you, tangling you in his arms before you had a chance to escape. He began pressing tiny kisses all over your face, murmuring apologies between each one, until both of you were laughing together.

Little by little, his warmth, his scent, and the way he held you so tenderly melted away all the tension. Eventually, without even realizing it, exhaustion took over, and the two of you drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace, as if the fight had never happened.

Meanwhile, the poor stuffed animal lay face down on the floor, forgotten and abandoned, as if it had been an unfortunate casualty in a battle it never wanted to be part of.

¡Sunoo☆!

Sunoo had always been competitive over the most meaningless things, but you never imagined his new “rival” would be a simple stuffed animal.

It all started when you bought that plush kitten at a store, not thinking much of it. It was soft, fluffy, and had such an adorable face that it was impossible to ignore. From the very first day, it became an essential part of your bed. You hugged it every night while you slept, completely unaware of the sharp glares Sunoo was giving it.

At first, he didn’t say anything. He just watched in silence, pursing his lips every time he saw you snuggled up with the plushie. He kept telling himself it wasn’t a big deal, that he didn’t care… but the truth was, he did. Since when could a stuffed toy take his place as your favorite cuddle buddy?

One night, as you both lay in bed, Sunoo finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey, since when do you prefer hugging that plushie over me?” he asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

You lifted your head in confusion, not understanding why he suddenly looked so offended.

“What? It’s not that I prefer it, it’s just… I don’t know, it’s comfortable,” you shrugged.

Sunoo rolled his eyes.

“Oh, sure. Super comfortable. I bet it also keeps you warm in the winter and gives you goodnight kisses.”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh, but he remained serious, as if he were genuinely evaluating his competition.

Before you could react, Sunoo stretched out and, with a swift motion, snatched the plushie from your arms. He mercilessly tossed it off the bed and settled into its place, wrapping his arms around you.

“There. Problem solved,” he said smugly, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Sunoo!” you protested, though you made no real effort to move away.

He smiled proudly.

“I don’t know what you see in that stuffed cat, but I highly doubt it hugs you better than I do.”

“You’re so dramatic…”

“I’m just setting priorities,” he murmured, adjusting himself more comfortably against you.

You tried to complain a little more, but it was hard to argue when his arms were so warm and cozy. With a sigh, you gave in and simply nestled closer to him.

Meanwhile, the poor plushie lay forgotten on the floor, its innocent little face staring up at the ceiling, utterly defeated in the battle for your affection.

¡Jungwon☆!

After a long day, you had settled into bed, surrounded by the kitten plushies that you and Jungwon had collected over time. They were soft and comforting, so you simply hugged one without thinking too much about it as you waited for sleep to take over.

When Jungwon entered the room, he took in the scene: you, completely relaxed, clutching one of those plushies tightly in your arms. He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, feeling a slight pang of jealousy.

“Seriously? You’d rather cuddle those fake cats than me?” he asked with fake indignation.

Without taking your eyes off the ceiling, you simply responded, “Not today.”

Jungwon blinked, surprised by your answer. “What do you mean ‘not today’?” he repeated in disbelief.

Instead of replying, you turned your back to him, ignoring him completely. Offended, he decided that if you were going to ignore him for a plushie, then he would do the same. He grabbed one of the stuffed kittens from the bed and started hugging it dramatically.

“You’re so cute, so soft,” he murmured theatrically, making sure you could hear him. “You’re definitely the best cuddle partner.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his childish reaction, and with a sigh, you sat up slightly. “Alright, enough. Come here,” you demanded, stretching your arms toward him.

But Jungwon wasn’t giving in so easily. “No, no, no. You chose the plushies, so now I’m choosing this one,” he said, squeezing the plush against his chest.

Without thinking much about it, you gathered all the plushies and tossed them off the bed in one swift motion. Then, before he had the chance to protest, you climbed onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“There. Now it’s settled,” you said with a smile.

Jungwon chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I knew it. You just can’t resist my cuddles.”

“Shut up and hug me,” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he continued showering you with kisses and gentle caresses.

In the end, you had to admit: as adorable as the plushies were, none of them compared to him.

¡Ni-ki☆!

“I already told you I don’t like it when you sleep with a plushie that another guy gave you, baby,” Ni-ki grumbled, frowning as he watched you cuddle the source of his bad mood: the plushie Jake had given you for your birthday.

He walked toward the bed, clearly intending to take it away, but you, anticipating his move, quickly got up and ran out of the room with the plushie in your arms.

“Are you seriously running over this?” he laughed, following you at a relaxed pace. “You know I always win in the end.”

Every time he tried to grab you, you skillfully dodged his arms, staying just out of reach as you laughed playfully. However, a slight misstep caused you to stumble, and that was all Ni-ki needed to catch you. With quick reflexes, he wrapped his arms around you and effortlessly snatched the plush away.

“Ni-ki, give it back!” you protested between giggles, trying to reach for it.

Ignoring your complaints, he walked over to a high shelf and placed the plushie there, far out of your reach. He turned back with a victorious smirk, and before you could complain again, he easily picked you up and carried you back to bed.

“That’s cheating!” you pouted, but he simply lay down beside you and wrapped his arms around you.

“It’s not cheating, it’s strategy,” he murmured, hiding his smile against your hair as he gently stroked your back.

Defeated, you settled into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body and the way his breathing matched yours.

“Now we can finally sleep peacefully, baby,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses into your hair.

Just before sleep overtook you, you heard his voice close to your ear, soft and sincere: “I love you.”

[seneon]

Hey hey🩷

Could you maybe write a headcannon with blue block boys when they lash out on reader bc they have a bad day and call them annoying or disrespect them? Reader (female) is not sure abt forgiving them. I love angst. Could you maybe pls do it for Isagi,Nagi,Bachira,Reo,Barou Yukimiya,Rin,Sae or actually for whoever you like want to write for. If its to much Im really sorry 🥺🩷. I really enjoy your writings and I hope you are alright.

WILL YOU LOVE ME WHEN I'M DEAD ──── bllk various.

notes. featuring yoichi, seishiro, yukimiya, and the itoshi brothers only. and angst. for everyone, i'll have the same scenario of them coming home angry after football practice, then we'll escalate from there onwards. not my best work since my blue lock knowledge has gone rusty butttt ya :v

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ISAGI YOICHI

he's so so stressed after football practice that he can't keep his cool. yoichi didn't mean to raise his voice at you, vulgarity spilling down his tongue like ancient curses. you're terrified in disbelief, and he doesn't notice it. not until you slowly nodded and pursed your lips in a tight line that makes him regain some senses of himself. you then walked away, and he follows you the second you moved your muscles. "my love wait, i'm so sorry," he calls out softly, voice almost breaking and you tell him to give you time, locking him out of your shared room so he could think upon his actions. yoichi will stay outside your door, even sleeping by the wall just waiting for you to come out from your room so he could apologise.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ NAGI SEISHIRO

silent treatment creeps into the air even hours after he tells you that you're annoying and pestering, always nagging him all around. he appears to not care by occupying his attention in his games. but truly on the inside, he's so bothered that you're not beside him doing your own thing as he played his game. he feels empty beside him, so used to having you by his side all the time. he could tell you were in no absolute mood to see him right now, and his inexperienced self has no idea how to apologise or make it up to you. maybe he'll try some other time when you come home from your late night drive to cool off from a brief argument with seishiro.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ YUKIMIYA KENYU

he's an expressive young man, thus when he comes into your room with your favourite snacks in a basket properly and you're ignoring him, his lips is all turned downwards into a guilty frown. kenyu knows he's in every wrong that he called you annoying for simply wanting to check up on him after practice. he didn't mean any of it, just an 'in the heat of moment' occurrence. kenyu yearns for you as he kneels by your bed and holds your hands just to get your attention. then he apologises. he knows he's hurt your heart and soul. he'll have to keep trying because he's going to earn it.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI RIN

in an absolute crisis mixed upon the events that happened at practice along with a million of thoughts and possibilities swimming in his mind that you will leave him. when his strings break at how you forgot not to touch a jersey of his that he has hanging by his drawer, rin leaves you first— to his room. a heavy pessimistic, even if it looks like he's fine with simply cleaning his football shoes. you've shut him out, as he did to you when he came back home and refused to speak to you like he usually would. tonight will be long if neither wants to see each other eye to eye.

𖥔 ݁ ˖ ITOSHI SAE

does not take no for an answer when he apologises. that is a bad trait of his— sae thinks everything will go his way. so when you flat out said you wouldn't forgive him this time for even disrespecting you in the first place, his anger heightens. when you want to walk away, he will simply pull you back, heartfelt apologies he muttered in hopes of you forgiving him. but you're so hurt by him that he could see it in your eyes. it held the fading reflection of the last chance. and maybe, just maybe... you've lost the spark with him. he died a little on the inside at that surfacing realisation.

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