#buuut we will see about it

[marutchi]

[capcollector]

messy doodles but been thinking lately about a plot involving bunny and deacon running a mission together in some fancy setting. fake names, backstories, etc. i just want an excuse for them to dress up

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

Shit. We've got busted.

[hood-ex]

For anyone who's ever wanted to see Dick riding a horse:

Batman #705

[pzyii]

Audrey and Bess being Miles' surrogate lesbian parents after the separation is a fact actually

[aroacee-of-spades]

^ face of someone (me) who just finished the arcane finale

[adrift-in-thyme]

I need to think about this more when I’m not half-asleep and running on excitement alone but…

I’m still not so sure Twi’s out of the woods yet

[passingthetime]

Why do I find emotionally unavailable men so attractive, why can't I just like someone who likes me genuinely too

[leatherbookmark]

SORRY I SAID I'LL STOP COMPLAINING BUT i think my problem with this season is that while i do enjoy izzy being accepted and getting along w/ stede, i feel like they kind of went too far too fast w/ him? i'm not saying they did it because he's a fan favourite (well. depends on who you ask, but if you ask normal people,), but it's like -- a franchise has a side character who's well-liked and popular, and they decide to dedicate a spinoff/more screentime to that character, get into the meat of their backstory and so on, and... it's not that good. because a part of this character's charm was their side character status, the way they weren't the focus, weren't entirely fleshed out. i'm about to be incredibly pretentious, but if you read in praise of shadows, it's like the difference between being in a candlelit room with its soft light, vague shadows and atmosphere of mystery, and being in a room that's lit by sharp, ruthless electrical lighting. turn it down a bit!

[halamshirals]

elluin finally had her one (1) allotted breakdown where she cut all her hair off and astarion immediately confessed his feelings to her

[kashverse]

hi dearrr i already read your post regarding not requesting anything since u already have another thing in mind so dont worry buuut look at thissss loll

imagine babykuna and sukuna playing this game with mamakuna CUTEEEE

if u read this, have a nice dayyyy ☹️☹️ we love u and thank u for always posting 💕💕

thank you so much for requesting this 😭 i laughed so hard watching it

the rules of the game were simple—rock, paper, scissors, loser gets bonked. baby and mr. pickles had been the first test subjects, sitting across from each other like two seasoned warriors. babykuna, the self-appointed referee, counted down dramatically.

baby threw "paw." mr. pickles, a cat with absolutely no understanding of human customs, also threw "paw." every. single. time.

babykuna was not amused.

"this is so booorrring! no bonking!" she whined, rolling onto the floor like she was experiencing the greatest injustice known to mankind. clearly, more qualified participants had to step in.

enter you and sukuna.

"alright, let's get this over with," you said, rolling your shoulders, cracking your knuckles, getting in the zone. sukuna smirked, lazily resting his chin on his hand. “you're about to get wrecked, sweetheart.” babykuna climbed onto the couch, holding up her recently purchased, air-filled hammer of judgment. "ready?"

you and sukuna nodded.

"rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

you threw scissors. sukuna threw rock. babykuna's eyes sparkled.

"papa wins! mama loses!"

you sighed, bracing for impact, but when the hammer lightly bounced off your head, you had to pause. "...was that it?" you blinked. babykuna nodded solemnly. “mama's head is soft.”

sukuna scoffed. “the hell kinda favoritism is this?” babykuna ignored him. "next round!"

round two.

"rock, paper, scissors, shoot!"

you threw paper. sukuna threw rock. babykuna gasped theatrically.

"mama wins! papa loses!"

sukuna grunted. "whatever, just get it over with—"

BONK!

the soundwave that followed was earth-shattering. the hammer slammed down onto sukuna's head with the force of a thousand-year-old curse being exorcised. his skull vibrated, his vision shook, the very foundation of the house trembled.

sukuna's soul left his body.

"what the HELL?!" he roared, clutching his head like he’d been personally attacked by the gods themselves. babykuna, beaming, held up the hammer with pride. “papa's head is STRONG!”

you, meanwhile, were wheezing, barely holding it together. "oh my god—"

sukuna turned to you, looking genuinely offended. "did you see that?! i have a concussion. i have brain damage. this is abuse!"

babykuna nodded, very seriously. "papa's head is very, very, very, very, very, very hard."

baby, stretched out lazily on the couch, did not care. mr. pickles, sitting next to him, gave an unimpressed blink, clearly used to the absolute nonsense in this household. sukuna was still rubbing his head. "we’re not playing this again."

babykuna grinned wider. "again?"

[writingescapades]

Speculations on Rafayel’s bond. Just me rambling while working on drafts.

Rafayel mentions that when Lemurians truly love someone all their senses are able to perceive them unquestioned. This makes me wonder how it works, but also to what extent does he feel.

With the latest events and the increase in intimacy the game depicts, I know there are a lot of theories that Rafayel perceived that MC wanted him and was responding to her. That's very possible, but I can't help but ponder more about this bond.

See if 2 Lemurians were bonded, they both would perceive each other, and the emphasis on the word unquestioned implies like almost this inability to resist - which we do see when MC orders Rafayel through their bond. He always questions as a way to resist her, or she explains when she is or is not ordering him, but why would such a bond need to exist between 2 Lemurians? And could not such a bond be taken advantage of by Lemurians as well as humans?

Also, I wonder how Rafayel feels knowing this his partner can never be bonded to him, thus can never feel what he's feeling. Does it bother him or is it a relief? I think that's partly why he keeps asking her that if he became someone / something else, would she still want to be with him? And maybe that also explains why he's more open with wanting her attention - because she can't perceive him like he can. But it probably also hurts him too because somethings are too hard to explain through words, but to not have someone who can feel what you're feeling is a very human reality. We can't experience someone's emotions, and I think it's something that frustrates Rafayel but also eases his worries because that man has secrets galore.

Another thought I had was that, so far, we've only really seen this bond showing up when MC / Rafayel were in intimate situations - like in the ebb and flow story and this recent one. So does it only show up for specific emotions? Or when MC calls out to Rafayel - like how we see in the story where she is drowning and calls out to him (technically this happens twice). If it only appears when MC truly wants him / calls out to him, than that makes the recent intimate event really interesting because it shows how important consent is to Rafayel. Despite knowing emotionally what MC wanted, he still asked her for verbal consent. It's also interesting that he obtains her consent given his history of being enslaved and hunted by humans. The man has god worthy ethics and morals.

BUUUT, if Rafayel can sense all MC's emotions, does that mean he can also sense when MC is in pain or distress? Does that mean he's experienced every death she has? Is that why he knew she was injured in that one audio story, or was the one to wake her from her dream about being a seawitch?

[cvntroach5000]

LaDS Men - "Been having fun without me?" 🔞

suggestive, slight crack, dialogue heavy, no use of y/n, reader is deadpan and unbothered

content warning: mentions of sex toys, implied masturbation, discussions of sex

While helping you move to a new apartment, he accidentally stumbles upon your box of sex toys.

Xavier ✨

He walks into your bedroom, pouting as he holds the box.

"You know, you can just call me whenever you feel... You know."

Of course Xavier Mr. Jealous-Of-Himself Lumiere would have beef with a box of sex toys.

You walk over to his slouched form, pulling him down to hug him to your chest and massage your fingers over the nape of his neck.

"If you want, we can use these together next time."

He buries his face deeper into your bosom, ears practically glowing red.

"I guess that's acceptable..." He grumbles.

His grouchiness persists and you can tell what he's thinking about as he continues to help you unpack. But it's nothing blowing his back out can't fix.

Zayne ❄️

He can deduce the contents of the box without looking inside and doesn't really want to intrude on your privacy by peeking in. He carries the box to your bedroom, calling out to you from the doorway.

"Love, I found this box in the bathroom. Where would you like me to put it?"

"Just leave it on my bed for now, I'll put it in my closet later. Thanks."

Masturbation is completely normal and using sex toys is a novel way of making the process easier and more pleasurable. He forgets about that box almost immediately, instead focusing on helping you unpack.

Rafayel 🪸

Feeling nosy, he immediately inspects the contents of the suspicious box and is very smug about his findings.

"Oh, that's fun! You didn't tell me you had such a collection. Since I've already seen yours, how about I show you mine and we play together, hmm?"

"Sure, but please don't get aroused right now, there aren't any good, clean surfaces to achieve coitus on and I'd like to get most of the unpacking done today."

He places the box on your bed, blowing a raspberry on his way back to the door.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, cutie. I'm your perfectly behaved unpacking partner for today. Buuut, if we happen to be done early, I won't say no to you sitting on my face~"

Sylus 🥀

When he finds a peculiar box amongst your belongings, he doesn't hesitate to peak inside. Your relationship is equal, and just as you can go through his things as you please, so does he with yours.

"I see you've got some interesting items in this box, sweetie. If you want, we can add things like this to our bedroom activities. Just tell me what kind you'd be interested in and I'll take care of it."

You hum, the gears clearly turning in your head as you've never really considered the possibility before, "Ok. I'll think about it and let you know."

"That's what I like to hear."

He goes back to unpacking, a little more satisfied than he was previously.

Caleb 🍎

He suppresses the wave of possessiveness that washes over him in favor of taking the opportunity to try and fluster you.

"Well, well, well... Look what I found. So... I think it's sufficient to say you missed me while I was gone?"

You blink at him before softly raising your eyebrows.

"Gone as in presumed dead?"

"Y-Yeah?"

"Caleb, are you implying I masturbated while thinking of my deceased foster brother?"

"Well, when you put it like that—"

Ok, this was not going in the direction he wanted it to.

"Either way, while you were gone, not only did I masturbate thinking of completely different people, I also engaged in intercourse with several other individuals. Now that I have answered your frankly intrusive question, I ask that you put my things on my bed and return to your station. Thank you."

Even though it's his arm that's cybernetic, his brain short-circuits and he stands dumbly in your doorway for another five minutes before finally complying with your orders and dejectedly going back to his task.

[leona-hawthorne]

if cigarettes after sex had existed in the 90s, mattheo riddle would have listened to them 24/7

you cannot tell me that this isn’t his vibe.

his favorite songs would be:

pistol — it’s his favorite song by them in general, but it’s also his go-to breakup song. sure, he's had lots of flings, but after his first real love, this song is on repeat 24/7. "i’ll waste my time / 'til you lift me off the floor and love me again." mattheo riddle clings. he doesn't know how to move on. this song perfectly captures his desperate need for validation and affection, even though he pretends he doesn’t care.

each time you fall in love — one thing that mattheo is good at, is shutting people out. this song speaks to disillusionment in love, something mattheo would struggle with as someone who yearns for connection yet fears abandonment. the lines “each time you fall in love / it's clearly not enough” and "all I wanna know is if you love her / how come you never give in?" feels like his inner monologue whenever he pushes someone away or spirals into self-doubt.

nothing’s gonna hurt you baby — 100% resonates with mattheo because, deep down, he's desperate to find someone who truly sees him—beyond his father’s shadow, beyond his walls. "nothing's gonna hurt you, baby, as long as you're with me" —the kind of promise he wishes someone had made to him during his lonely childhood, and one he secretly wishes he could make to someone he loves.

apocalypse — i don't know about you guys, but in my head at least, mattheo is a hopeless romantic at heart. he may act like he doesn't need anyone but, this song? it makes him feel like he's dancing with his lover in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, unafraid of death as long as he's wrapped in their arms. buuut that sounds cheesy which is why he'd never tell anyone. “when you're all alone / i'll reach for you / when you're feelin' low / i'll be there too.” oh, how he wishes someone would say those words to him.

sweet — "it's so sweet, knowing that you love me / though we don't need to say it to each other" — yeah, lets be real. words of affirmation is not mattheo's love language, at least not at first. the words, "i love you," scare him. those words mean that everything is real, that there’s no going back. he's got a hesitancy to vocalize things, relying on gestures, touches, and moments rather than words. this song makes him feel like he doesn't need to be ashamed of that.

navigation mattheo riddle masterlist

[mintfullyyours]

thinking about how your kids would use "information about parent's dating life" to get what they want.

"Mom said I can't go over to Jessica's. Buuut I think she'd be more inclined to let me if you asked her."

He barely looks up from his phone. "No means no."

His kid sighs, dramatic, before leaning in with a conspiratorial glint in their eye. "What if we trade? I'll tell ya something about Mom’s dating life, and you convince her to let me go."

That makes him pause. Just for a second. Had he missed something?

No. No man was coming into his home—the home he gave you in the divorce, the one he somehow persuaded you to keep because it was the kids’ childhood home too. Too much change wouldn’t be good for them, you’d agreed. You had to agree. It was the right thing.

Besides, he would’ve known if someone was sniffing around. He monitored the cameras daily, the ones you knew about. And the ones you didn’t.

The ones tucked behind the bookcase. Inside the china cabinet. The ones that let him see when you sat at the kitchen table late at night, lost in thought. When you curled up on the couch with a book. When you went to bed alone.

...Right?

But if you’d figured it out—if you were bringing someone in while he wasn’t watching, sneaking around like he wouldn’t find out—

His jaw clenches. He’ll take the bait.

"Depends on what you've got," he says, deceptively casual.

His kid grins, sensing an opportunity. They know their best shot is telling Dad exactly what he wants to hear. So they spill—a time, a location. Something simple, enough to light a fire in him.

He’s already pushing back from the dining table, grabbing his jacket off the rack.

He’d be damned if you were going on this date.

"Will you ask Mom while you're there?" his kid calls after him.

He’s already strapping his boots on when he throws a smirk over his shoulder.

"Rule number one," he teases. "Never negotiate with a terrorist."

Note: i made this vague because I feel like it could be any of them hahah

141: no one can hear you scream prank,

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[gojorgeous]

Heyyyy I just wanted to say I love the way you write! I’m obsessed with your alpha!jjk character series. I’m very new to a/b/o fanfics buuut I keep thinking about how possessive they’d get if they smelled another scent on the reader, even if it was just from something like borrowing a sweater. I just imagine them like trying to override the scent n theyre like super determined to do it 🫣

Idek if that’s something that can happen in these typa fics but anywaysss

Have a good day!

Hey bestie! I decided I'd write a litle smthn smthn for you hehe. I picked geto cause he's more alpha to me. It's below the cut! (suggestive/a/b/o dynamics/jealousy):

"What are you wearing?"

You don't even look up from your desk, a little irritated that your late-night email check has been interrupted.

"Huh?" You scan a subject line and hit delete as soon as you realize it's no more than junk mail.

"What are you wearing?"

Your body jolts. He's using that tone that makes you melt for him- that he only ever uses when he wants, needs, your attention.

You turn quickly in your chair and your heart thumps when you see the angry furrow in his brow. "It's just... a sweater."

A muscle tics in his jaw and your eyes glaze over a little when smell his scent pumping thickly into the air of your office.

"It's not your sweater, and it's not mine. So where did you get it, hm?"

He's moving closer now, his spicy scent growing stronger with every step. You have to blink and swallow just to form a coherent thought.

"I-I got cold at work. A friend offered it to me..."

He's over you now, a hand curled around each arm of your chair, caging you in. A few strands of black hair have fallen loose from his bun and they brush against your face. The feeling makes you shiver.

His head dips until he's buried deep in your chest and you squeak when you hear him inhaling. You know you're in for it.

"It reeks of male."

You sigh, gently pushing him away. "I'm sorry, Sugu. I'll take it off-" You don't even get to finish before you hear a wretched tearing noise. "Suguru!" You can only watch as he literally rips the sweater from your body and then tosses it straight into the trash can. You swat at his shoulder. "That was a coworker's! What am I supposed to tell him when he wants it returned tomorrow?!"

His hands settle on your hips and the touch makes your skin ripple with electricity. His scent is even thicker now and he's so close...

"Tell him he shouldn't go putting his scent all over my omega." Your eyes glaze over and you whimper when a familiar heat starts swirling in your tummy. The primal side of you loves when he gets like this, loves when he stakes his claim.

You gasp when your ass is suddenly no longer in your seat and instead you're dangling in Geto's arms. Your legs swing as he carries you toward the bedroom.

"Sugu-"

"Shhh. We have to get that scent off you, no?" His smirk makes you shiver again. "And I have plenty of ideas on how to do it."

Hope you liked bb!!