#how you cling on to literally anything and everything that gives you something along the lines of hope

[anxiouspark]

the things you do for love ~

Queen of Tears (2024), dir. Jang Young-Woo, Kim Hee-Won

[brittle-doughie]

Since we had that story of Y/N Cookie wanting to keep the Ancients from going out and getting themselves killed up against Dark Enchantress Cookie, how about something similar with the Beasts?

>The Beasts get corrupted

>Y/N Cookie, not corrupted, tries to fight them, and fails

>cue them starting to die

>Beasts start panicking, completely overestimating how much Y/N Cookie could take

>Y/N Cookie, in their last moments, wishes they could’ve done more to help the Beasts not get corrupted before finally going

>Witch(es) stumble upon this scene, seeing their greatest cookie having been crumbled, along with whatever other carnage is around

>cue literally everything else

Being sealed away with the guilt of spilling jam from the cookie you all loved the most fresh on your mind? They are NOT gonna be doing so hot in there.

The Tale of the Forced Hand (The Five Beasts)

Witch’s Castle witches are pretty neat.

“The story begins when this very Silver Tree was only a small sapling…When the World of Desserts was at its infancy.”

“The Witches baked six Cookies to help them in their creation of the world.”

“..harness the radiance bestowed upon you for the betterment of this world…”

“And the six Cookies imbued with absolute powers walked Earthbread as almighty envoys of the Great Creators.”

“Knowledge, Volition, Compassion, Happiness, Change, and Solidarity.”

“The Dessert World bound by these Five Virtues was nothing short of paradise.”

Gingerbrave and Wizard Cookie chimed in with their responses.

“So those six Cookies were the original owners of the Soul Jam?”

“Huh…Those “Six Virtues” are different from those of the Soul Jams. There’s six of them, yet only five today…”

“The Virtue of Compassion is what held the other Virtues so closely together, cherishing each of them equally as much.”

“Alas, for they and the perfect age were short-lived. Absolute power begets nothing but arrogance. It inevitably corrupts its wielder, bringing them to the most tragic of ends…A fate even the Witches were unable to foresee.”

“One by one, the Five, once regarded as saviors of the Cookie World, gradually turned to Darkness. And thus, the Five Virtues, too, became distorted, twisted…reduced to Deceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and Silence….”

Strawberry Cookie shuddered in worry at the mere mention of the fallen virtues.

“Deceit, Apathy, Sloth, Destruction, and Silence..that sounds really scary…

“Wait, what about the Virtue of Compassion? They weren’t evil too, were they?”

“The Virtue of Compassion was able to prevail against their descent into Darkness with their Soul Jam, whereas now the Five Beasts, the apostles of evil, began their dark crusade…”

“The Witches asked of Compassion to protect the Cookie World from the Beast Cookies, lending them what strength they could give.”

“Compassion fought bravely against the Beasts, blocking each of their blows and resisting their sickly whispers…But it was only a matter of time before Compassion slowly began to whittle…”

———————————————————————

“Come on, snap out of you all! This isn’t what you guys once were!”

“What’s the big deal, silly willy~ There isn’t anything wrong with dabbling yourself in a little bit of Darkness, you should try it with us!”

“No! This isn’t you! You were all my best friends! Come to your senses! Now!”

“It pains me to see you still cling onto false hope that you’re different than the rest of us, darling~ Can you just let go and become who you really are? For me~?”

“I can’t…I cannot forsake my oath to protect the Cookie World. You all know that! Cookies that want happy lives, don’t you want that?”

“They will all meet the same fate in the end, reduced to nothing…the futility of all this should be clear to you…”

“As if! It isn’t pointless to live life the way you want it to! It’s how you spend it and make the most of it!”

“They will all crumble in the end, so why not give them a little push! You’re starting to really aggravate me now, Y/N Cookie!”

“I won’t let you hurt them and I don’t want to hurt you all any more then I have to! Please, don’t do this…”

“……”

“Your silence says everything I need to hear from you. I tried…but I will put a stop you no matter if I’m reduced to bits!”

———————————————————————

“Woah….What happened to them?”

“The Virtue of Compassion fought for as long as they were able, their dough slowly whittling away with every blow that dealt to them. The Beasts have overestimated just how durable their former friend was…and they perished right in the middle of the circle….”

———————————————————————

“Ok, ya silly goose! You can stand right back up now! You put on a great show, let us give you a round of applause!”

“Darling, we know we haven’t hit you too hard. You can join us and we can all be together once more as Beasts…”

“Hmm…they don’t seem to be responding to us…”

“Hey, Y/N Cookie. Quit being soft and get up already, you’re..starting to worry me a bit here, you know.”

Silent Salt Cookie knelt down and placed their thumb on your wrist…jumping back when they feel nothing…

“Ahaha! Okay! This isn’t funny anymore, you softie! You win! Stand up on your two feet now! I’ll make you if you don’t!”

“D-Darling? P-Please get up. Look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier, I-WE just really wanted you to join us…”

“Burning Spice Cookie, just how hard were your strikes to their dough?

“D-Don’t put any type of blame on me! All of you were just as rough with them as I was!”

“….!”

The Beast Cookies rushed to their fallen friend in the center, clearly distraught on their faces…

“Y/N Cookie, if you don’t stop playing jokes with me right now, I’ll never forgive you!”

“Darling! Wake up! I-I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have hit you so hard! Please wake up! You have to! Don’t leave me alone!”

“It was pointless to try and stop us, Y/N Cookie. Yet…my heart cries and aches, why did you have to resist….please, wake up…”

“God DAMN IT. I-I went too far, I shouldn’t have been so brutal with my swings and now look at you, your dough..damaged and ruined….because of me….”

“….Hmph….”

Silent Salt just lowered their head to look at the ground, feeling nothing but shame and remorse for what they had done…for what they all had done….

“I wish…I could’ve done more for you all…I wished…that I had loved all of you more…to not…end up like this...”

“…..I’m sorry…..”

———————————————————————

“The Witches couldn’t bear to see what fate had befallen their creations, made even more distraught at the loss of their greatest creation among them all…they punished the Beasts by sealing them away deep within this land…”

“And planted the seed of the Silver Tree to ensure their evil power never sees the light of day again. Right where the Virtue of Compassion was laid to rest, so that at least a part of them can live on….From then on, this land where the Beasts were put to sleep, was called Beast Yeast.”

“The Witches then gathered the last vestiges of power bestowed upon the Beasts, untouched by their corruption. They further cleansed, purified it, and in the end…Soul Jam was created. The purest Soul Jam was meant to be earned by Cookies who had proven themselves worthy.”

“All, but Compassion. For their purity simply could not be remade again. The Witch who personally baked Compassion had locked herself away in grief after the loss of her cookie and took the knowledge of the recipe and baking of Compassion with her…”

“So, there can never be another cookie like Compassion?”

“It’s what they say, but all life powder returns to the earth. It isn’t out of the realm of possibility that the Virtue of Compassion may return in some form, someday…”

Everyone’s eyes turned to Y/N Cookie, who was casually eating some food offered to them by the Faeries.

“…..What?”

[anantaru]

⚝ DAY 2 — POWER IMBALANCE

kinktober 2024. — masterlist | ao3

— including. — blade, jing yuan, aventurine

— warnings. — fem! reader, power imbalance, oral (fem! receiving), toxic & manipulation, hard syx, dom/sub

⚝ — BLADE

blade feels to you like a storm, his grip on you endlessly overwhelming yet not because he's forcing it on you, no, but because his dependence on you was suffocating.

the stellaron hunter was dangerous, you were very much aware of it, although never pondering on the fact that you were playing with fire here.

his cock slides in between your folds before slipping to your hole, right then, you can feel the hot push of his tip, slow at first, but persistent, burning and stretching you. blade opens you up as you clutch at his shoulders each time, you're certain you can take him, you can't— it won't fit—such always crosses your mind but, you see, your skin was burning and hungry, submitting to him, to his cock sliding in fully— so smooth on your walls, thick inside, searing.

blade clings to you like you’re the only thing tethering him to sanity, and well— maybe you were, he certainly looks at you with an intensity that borders on desperation, a string he needed to hold on to if he wanted to keep at least a little bit of humanity inside himself or else, he’d fall apart.

"you ground me," he murmurs, voice low, his hand searching for your own as he grips it a little too tightly— his neediness haunting as he slumps forward, still thrusting hungry shoves of his cock into you as the rhythm changes just a little, but the pressure was increasing, becoming more meaningful.

in this rare moments, the way his hands tremble slightly when he brushes your hair behind your ear, there’s a tenderness, yes, but you cannot shake off the feeling of being scared of him— were his words the truth? did he mean what he said? would he hurt you in the end or are you really the one to put a light in his dark, twisted world?

⚝ — JING YUAN

jing yuan was always in control, his charm making each and every friend or foe bend to his will effortlessly— and well, you’re no exception. 

frankly, he's used to people following his lead without question, without turning on their own brains, his words were so fittingly persuasive that you barely even notice when you started agreeing with everything he said.

you whine out a breathy, "fuck, more—" as he laps at your clit, the vibrations of his hums and groans making you arch your back into him— you're so sensitive, jing yuan makes you feel all of it with his tongue, all the nerves down there and how muscle slurped and licked a stripe along your slit to tease you, shamelessly moaning against your pussy right after.

"i’m only looking out for you," he lazily mumbles into your cunt, "I know what's ugh—, what's best for you," his fucked out grin disarms you completely as you look down, admiring the view of his hands, big hands, clutching at your trembling thighs before he gives your stomach an anticipatory twist.

he's not forceful though, don't misunderstand, yeah? because simply, jing yuan doesn’t need to be, his self assured confidence made it feel like any resistance would be literally ridiculous. 

after all, his charisma pulls you in, his beauty and face being chocolate box pretty, ethereal and powerful, leaving you wanting to please him too, so badly yeah, to stay on his good side.

⚝ — AVENTURINE

from the outside, aventurine was unable to be read— and even once you got close to him, you found yourself having more difficulties reading him.

his standards were impossibly high, that's for sure, and he never hesitates to point out when you fall short. for some reason he critiques everything you do, from the way you handle the tasks he's given you to your smallest habits, never failing in exhaustedly rolling his eyes with an edge of frustration.

however, wasn't it just amazing how he was always there to clean up the "mess" you made in getting all the tasks wrong, or anything really.

something unmistakable random could happen in your life, even just a favorite item you suddenly lost and aventurine would always be there to help you— like a white knight.

of course, you cannot question him on anything, he was your superior and losing your job would be the last thing you wanted, next to losing the little relationship you've built over the last couple of months with him.

you feels it in your legs, your stomach, your hands, your soul when he touches you— pleasures you.

it's the desire overtaking you first, making you give yourself up entirely to the harsh rhythm of his hips displaying no mercy. aventurine hisses as you squeeze him, the faintness in his head almost making him swoon as your leg tremble and his cock throbs hard in you, the tremulous thrill inside your belly building to a merciless dance.

"i’ll be here, buried right here—" he hums and grinds his hips, his fingers drawing a line on your stomach, up and down, "feel that? you feel me there?"

"not that you, fuck— deserve it," he grunts, cupping your cheeks and brushing a thumb over your lips, "you made so many mistakes today," he breathes while staring down at his cock splitting your puffy cunt.

he adds, "you should be thankful i was there,"

an embarrassed, little sorry was all you managed to get out in return and ugh— the friction of him rubbing against your walls felt absolutely sickening, like you're about to cum and scream any second now.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[goldfades]

could u write joe burrow and a young gf :3

ouuuu i lowkey love this!!! i forget joe is literally almost 30 sometimes cause he's been my baby since 2020 :(

The thing about loving Joe Burrow is that it never quite feels real.

Not in the way people would assume—Oh my God, you’re dating Joe Burrow—but in the quieter, trickier ways. Like how surreal it is to be brushing your teeth while he’s flopped across the bed scrolling through film, mumbling something about coverages.

Or how it feels when his name echoes from TV screens and sports talk shows, but the same voice that commands huddles and stadiums turns soft when he asks, “You good, babe?” after long days.

It started somewhere simple. It always does.

Before all the noise, before the headlines, before the whispers about her being too young or him settling down so soon. You were just you, balancing college classes and internships, while he was—well, Joe Burrow. Quarterback. Face of a franchise. The golden boy with ice in his veins and Ohio stitched into his heart.

The age thing? People love to talk.

"She's barely legal," Twitter said. "He's almost thirty—what could they possibly have in common?"

But nobody saw late nights where he quizzed you for exams between reps of watching film. No one heard him tease you about your Starbucks order or watched the way his whole face softened when you walked into a room.

You weren’t high school sweethearts or some college love story. You met after his star had already risen. He was 26 then, fresh off another playoff run. You were 20, still figuring out your major and how to parallel park. It wasn’t supposed to be anything. But somehow, between weekend flights to Cincinnati, cheap takeout, and late-night phone calls that stretched till sunrise, it became everything.

Now?

Now, he’s 28. And you’re counting down the weeks until your 22nd birthday.

It’s different now. The stakes are higher. His window is now, and yours is still unfolding. People don’t get that. They think he should be with someone who has it all figured out. Someone closer to his stage in life. But Joe? Joe never seemed interested in the version of you that had all the answers.

He likes you exactly as you are.

And maybe that’s what makes this all so dangerous. Because you love him like you have all the time in the world. But what if you don’t?

What if time, distance, and expectations catch up?

The thing about loving Joe Burrow is that it never feels real.

And maybe that’s what scares you the most.

It started in the most unremarkable way, which, in hindsight, made it all the more impossible.

You weren’t supposed to be there that night.

It was late spring—warm air clinging to skin, cicadas humming like background noise. A friend dragged you out, promising “something low-key” that turned out to be anything but. A rooftop bar downtown, lights strung across beams, music low enough for conversation but loud enough to fill silences. The kind of place where everyone seemed to know someone.

You felt out of place almost immediately—twenty, still figuring things out, surrounded by people who seemed to have their lives together. People with jobs, plans, confidence. You clutched your drink like a lifeline, nodding along to conversations you weren’t part of.

And then—him.

Joe Burrow.

You knew of him, obviously. Everyone did. The city’s golden boy. LSU’s champion turned Cincinnati’s hope. The one with the calm stare and colder game. But seeing him there, in a soft gray hoodie and jeans that looked too casual for someone like him, was jarring.

He wasn’t surrounded by a crowd like you expected. No loud entourage, no flashy bravado. Just him, leaning against the railing, a glass of something in his hand, looking out at the skyline like he wasn’t the biggest deal in the room.

You tried not to stare. Failed miserably.

And he caught you.

But here’s the thing—you looked away first. You didn’t smile or wave or give him that Oh my God, it’s Joe Burrow look he was probably used to. You just turned back to your group, back to your half-finished drink, back to your uncomfortable corner.

But he noticed.

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. Just a glance. A flicker of interest, easily forgotten. But when you shifted places an hour later, needing air and space, there he was—somehow always there. Close enough to talk to, if you were brave enough.

You weren’t.

He was.

"Not your scene?"

His voice caught you off guard—low, almost shy. He wasn’t cocky about it, didn’t lead with who he was. Just a simple question. You glanced over, squinting against the fading light.

"Not really," you admitted, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Yours?"

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Not really."

And that was it. A conversation that began with mutual disinterest in the place you both stood.

No cheesy pickup lines. No starstruck reactions. Just two people, sharing a quiet pocket of space in a loud world.

It started slow after that.

Joe wasn’t the type to rush things. He didn’t blow up your phone the next day. There were no grand gestures. Just texts that came at odd hours—memes, random thoughts, “this reminded me of you” photos. Late-night conversations that started light and ended heavy.

"What do you wanna do after school?" "Not sure yet. Still figuring it out." "That’s cool. You got time."

And he meant it.

He liked listening. That was the first thing you noticed. Everyone assumed he’d be the one with stories to tell, but Joe preferred hearing yours. He wanted to know about your classes, your friends, your opinions on movies you half-watched.

He didn’t treat you like you were younger. He didn’t make you feel like you had something to prove.

And maybe that’s why you fell for him first.

Not that you said it. Not for a while.

You didn’t know it, but Joe liked that you didn’t treat him like Joe Burrow. You talked to him like he was just a guy—messy, complicated, figuring things out. And he wanted that.

For months, things stayed undefined. Texts. Calls. Occasional meetups when he was in the neighborhood. You told yourself it wasn’t serious. Couldn’t be. He had an NFL career; you had classes and part-time jobs.

But then came that night.

It was after a tough loss—one of those games where the city buzzed with disappointment. You shot him a simple text: “Tough one. Hope you’re good.”

Didn’t expect a reply. But he did.

"Come over?"

It wasn’t a question. And when you showed up, hair still damp from a rushed shower, no makeup, heart racing—he looked at you like you were the best thing he’d seen all week.

"You’re here," he said softly, like he didn’t quite believe it.

"Of course I am."

That night, there were no cameras, no expectations. Just Joe—quiet, vulnerable—and you, sitting beside him on a worn-out couch.

He kissed you first.

Soft, tentative, like he wasn’t sure if he should. Like he was giving you the chance to pull away. But you didn’t.

You never wanted to.

So how have you lasted this long?

Patience.

It wasn’t always easy. The age gap made things complicated. He was settling into his prime years—face of a franchise, pressure mounting. You were still growing, still becoming.

But Joe never expected you to catch up. He let you take your time. He liked that you weren’t rushing.

You learned his rhythms—when he needed space, when he needed reassurance. He learned your moods—when you were overwhelmed, when you needed grounding.

You made room for each other.

Not because it was easy. But because it mattered.

And somehow, almost two years later, here you still are.

Joe’s turning 28. You’re on the edge of 22.

Everyone still talks. But neither of you have ever cared much about what they say.

--

The apartment was quiet in that late-afternoon, honey-gold kind of way. The kind of light that stretched long shadows across hardwood floors and made everything feel softer, slower. The game was on mute—highlights from last week’s win looping on ESPN—while you sat cross-legged on the couch, flipping through your laptop.

Joe was in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing a faded Ohio State tee and gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His hair was still damp from a shower, curling slightly at the edges. He moved with that same unhurried calm he always had off the field, focused on slicing up an apple with alarming precision for someone who could launch a 60-yard pass without blinking.

"You want some?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"No thanks," you mumbled, eyes still on the screen.

"Liar," he said, grinning. "You’re gonna steal a piece anyway."

He wasn’t wrong.

Joe crossed the room, dropping onto the couch beside you with a quiet oof. The plate balanced on his knee, and sure enough, when he popped a slice into his mouth, he held another out for you without looking.

"Told you," he muttered around a bite.

"Whatever," you said, accepting it anyway.

This was what you two were like—easy.

No big gestures or loud declarations. Just knowing. He knew you’d take the apple slice even when you said you wouldn’t. You knew he’d watch you more than the TV. The spaces between you were always filled with things left unsaid but understood.

"Whatcha working on?" he asked after a moment, nodding toward your laptop.

"Paper. Boring. You wouldn’t care."

"I always care," he said, leaning back. His arm stretched along the back of the couch, fingers brushing your shoulder lightly. "Tell me."

You gave him a look, skeptical.

"You literally fell asleep last time I explained this class to you."

"Nah," he grinned, slow and lazy. "Just resting my eyes. You were doing great."

"Uh-huh."

Joe bumped your knee with his. "Tell me."

So you did. Stumbling through half-formed thoughts about your topic, tapping at the trackpad, rambling. You knew you were probably losing him—this wasn’t exactly thrilling stuff—but Joe kept his gaze steady on you. Not nodding along just to be polite. Actually listening.

That’s what always got you. He listened.

Even when he didn’t get it, even when he was tired or distracted—he paid attention because it was you.

When you finally trailed off with a shrug, mumbling, "See? Boring," Joe shook his head.

"Nah," he said. "You sound smart when you talk about stuff you like."

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks warmed.

"I always sound smart," you shot back.

"Yeah," he said, grinning wider. "But especially when you’re like this. Focused. All serious."

He reached over, tugging gently at the sleeve of your sweatshirt. "Cute, too."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

You shoved him, and he laughed, warm and low, catching your wrist with a loose grip. Not tight—never tight—just enough to pull you closer until you were half in his lap.

"Say it again," you teased, narrowing your eyes. "Say I sound smart."

Joe’s eyes sparkled with something playful, something soft.

"You sound smart," he murmured, voice dropping.

His thumb brushed slow circles against the inside of your wrist. His gaze flicked down to your mouth, then back up.

"And cute," he added, softer this time.

Your breath hitched, and suddenly the space between you wasn’t so wide anymore.

Joe always did that—brought things back to the quiet. He had this way of looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. Like all the noise—fans, games, expectations—didn’t matter. Just you.

"You gonna kiss me or keep talking?" you whispered.

He didn’t smile this time. Just leaned in, closing the gap, slow and sure.

The kiss wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t some movie-scene, fireworks kind of thing. It was steady. Familiar. Warm. The kind of kiss that said, I know you. I’ve got you.

When you pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. Neither of you said anything for a beat.

Then—

"Told you I’d make you forget about that boring paper."

"You’re the worst."

"Mm. But you love me."

"Unfortunately."

He grinned. "Lucky me."

And that was it. That was you two.

Not always perfect. Not always poetic. But steady.

Because at the end of the day, loving Joe Burrow wasn’t about the headlines or the spotlight. It was this—apples shared on a quiet afternoon, lazy kisses between conversations, and the unshakable certainty that when the world got loud again, you’d both still be right here.

[revelboo]

Could I maybe ask you for some Jazz (maybe some smut)? The scenarios you've written for him are absolutely delicious and he is my absolute favourite other than Starscream.

I would literally sell my soul for more Jazz 🫡

Sure! Plus it’s probably a good idea to remind that this is an 18+ blog every so often since there’s about 100 new folks since the last reminder

18+ mass displaced mech 🌶️

IDW Jazz Scenarios

Jazz x Reader

• Servos curling around your wrists, you arch as they’re gently pinned over your head and Jazz looms over you, one corner of his mouth twitching into something genuine instead of that fake mask he wears so often. With you he shows his real face, and that’s what you need more than anything, the good and the bad. All of him, not an act. Head dipping, his lips brush your cheek, trail along your throat. And you can feel him humming softly against your skin. Murmuring words in his own language as he explores. Singing to you between swipes of his glossa, kisses, and soft bites.

• Mapping you out slowly, finding and lingering whenever you make a soft sound or shift under him, his spike is pulsing against the inside of your thigh as he makes his way down, releasing your wrists. Seeing how patient you can be for him as he whispers to you all the things he can’t say out loud, because despite how easily he flirts with you, these things are too fragile. Too real. Denta grazing your belly, he realizes he’s singing to you instead of speaking, but he doesn’t stop as he stretches out between your thighs. Feels those soft hands on his helm, ghosting over his door wings to make them flick. The first stroke of his glossa making you arch under him with a sound that’s equal parts desperation and surprise. “Jazz.” Loving the way you said his name just then, breathy and almost a plea. Needing more.

• Head thrown back as he settles between your thighs so you can’t shut him out, all you can do is cling to his helm and feel that clever, lying mouth stroking over you intimately. Taking his time, seeming unbothered by the way your thighs are trembling as those big hands slide under you, tipping your hips up and then that glossa is inside you, stroking deep. Curling. And he’s humming again as he tastes you, servos tightening until his grip is almost bruising when you try to buck in his grip. Because this is torture, his mouth and glossa unhurried when you just want to race toward that finish line. Until you’re begging him.

• Those little, ragged noises, the gasps, whimpers, but also his name falling from your lips. Straining his control as he lifts his head and presses a bite against the inside of your thigh. Not breaking the skin, but leaving his mark on that soft skin just to hear you suck in a breath. See those eyes flash at him as he crawls back up your body, glossa sliding over his upper lip. “You’re damn sweet, doll,” he says as you hook your legs around his hips, trying to drag him to you as he settles over you. Sliding the length of his spike against you.

• “You’re killing me,” you moan as he grinds against you, but still not entering you. Playing with you instead. And he presses his face against your neck, laughing against your skin. Hips shifting so the head of his spike slides against you, your fingers digging into the seams in his plating when he finally finds you and drives into you in a slow thrust to stretch you. His denta and lips teasing your throat as he rocks himself.

• Those blunt little fingernails dig into his mesh as you squirm under him, trying to get him to move faster inside you. And he will, but he wants to savor this feeling of connection and belonging that he finds only in your arms. Accepting all of him, the horrible things he’s done. Healing him just by being you. “Sing for me, kitten,” he growls, hips moving against you, thrusting deep. “Give me everything.” And you do, clinging to him making those soft, needy sounds that are only for him as he takes you.

• No longer toying with you, every deep drive of his hips winds you tight. Hearing and feeling him humming to himself again as he nips and bites at your neck. Leaving marks, but you don’t mind those little mementos of him. Every hard thrust pushing you closer until you come apart in his arms. Hear him groan against your skin, hips rocking urgently before he sheaths himself deep and you feel him release inside you as he rests his head against yours, your breath mingling with his ragged venting. His nose brushing yours as you search for his optics through the glow of his visor. “Hey, doll,” he whispers to you as you loop your arms around his neck.

[eeerrrrewsd]

Worth the Risk

Jason Todd x Reader – Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, a Little Cute

Jason Todd had learned to live with ghosts.

They followed him everywhere.

In the roar of his motorcycle’s engine.

In the smell of gunpowder clinging to his gloves.

In the cold weight of his helmet, pressing against his skull like a second skin.

They whispered to him in the silence.

In the alleyways.

In the spaces between shadows.

In the stillness of the nights where he sat alone, wondering why he even came back.

He had learned to live with them.

But then you came along.

And suddenly, Jason didn’t know how to live with you.

You weren’t supposed to stay.

Jason had made sure of that.

He had tried everything—brushing you off, keeping you at a distance, scowling at you until his face hurt. He even threw in a few “I’m no good for you” speeches, just to be safe.

But you didn’t care.

You stuck around.

You smiled at him like he wasn’t broken.

You laughed at his jokes like he was someone worth laughing with.

You treated him like he was Jason—not Red Hood, not Robin, not a cautionary tale—just him.

And Jason didn’t know what the hell to do with that.

So, he did what he always did.

He pushed you away.

And you, stubborn as ever, refused to go.

The first time Jason realized he couldn’t keep you at arm’s length forever was when you found him bleeding in his apartment.

He hadn’t meant for you to see him like that.

He had been careful.

The fight had been messy, but he had made it home, made it to his shitty excuse for a first-aid kit, and was fine.

Or, he would have been—if you hadn’t let yourself in with the spare key he forgot you had.

The moment your eyes landed on him—shirt torn, bruises darkening along his ribs, blood staining his gloves—you had frozen.

Then your expression shifted into something unreadable.

And Jason?

Jason panicked.

“Don’t,” he warned before you could say anything. “I’m fine.”

You didn’t listen.

You never listened.

“Fine?” you echoed, marching toward him. “Jason, you’re bleeding all over your couch.”

“It’s not that bad.”

Your glare could have set the whole damn apartment on fire. “You’re literally trying to hold yourself together with duct tape right now.”

“���It’s quality duct tape.”

Your hands landed on your hips. “Sit down.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “I don’t take orders.”

“Then sit down or I’ll make you.”

For a second, he considered arguing.

But you looked mad.

And Jason had taken on Gotham’s worst criminals, but even he knew better than to mess with you when you were pissed.

So, with a dramatic sigh, he sat.

You wordlessly grabbed the first-aid kit, crouching in front of him.

Jason tensed. He hated being this close, being seen like this. But your hands were careful, gentle as you reached for his injured arm.

And then, so softly he almost didn’t catch it—

“You scared me.”

Jason blinked.

Your voice was quiet, but there was an edge to it.

Like you weren’t just mad.

Like you were hurt.

And Jason—Jason hated that.

“…Didn’t mean to,” he mumbled.

You sighed, dabbing antiseptic over his wound. “Then stop trying to die every other night, and maybe we’ll be even.”

Jason swallowed.

He had no idea what to say to that.

So, he sat there, letting you clean his wounds, letting your touch ease some of the ache in his body.

Letting himself wonder—just for a moment—why the hell you were still here.

Jason wasn’t an idiot.

He knew who he was.

He knew what he had done.

And he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he wasn’t someone people stayed for.

But you did.

And it terrified him.

Another night.

Another fight.

Another set of bruises Jason didn’t have the energy to deal with.

He sat on the fire escape outside your apartment, the cool night air stinging against his busted lip.

He hadn’t meant to come here.

But somehow, he had.

Because after a night like this—after feeling like he had nothing left to give, after Gotham had chewed him up and spit him back out—he didn’t want to be alone.

And when he saw your light flicker on, when you stepped outside and spotted him sitting there like some stray cat, you didn’t even hesitate.

You just sighed, held out your hand, and said—

“Come inside, dumbass.”

Jason almost laughed.

Almost.

Instead, he let you pull him inside, let you fuss over him, let you care.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, he let himself stay.

Weeks passed.

Jason still didn’t get it.

Didn’t get you.

Didn’t get why you weren’t afraid of him, why you didn’t run the first time you saw how deep his scars really went.

He didn’t get why you smiled at him like he wasn’t some walking tragedy.

Didn’t get why, when he was with you, the ghosts in his head got quiet.

So, one night, after you had patched him up again, after you had fallen asleep with your head against his shoulder, he whispered—

“…Why me?”

You stirred but didn’t wake.

Jason exhaled, staring at the ceiling, at the way the city lights flickered through your window.

Of all people—why him?

Why would you care?

Why would you stay?

Then, as if you could hear his thoughts, you mumbled—

“Because you’re worth it.”

Jason went still.

His chest ached, something warm pressing behind his ribs, something he couldn’t name.

And for the first time in a long, long time—

He let himself believe it.

[meo-eiru]

Hihihiii :3 Hope you're having a great day author!

This is my first direct interaction in this website generally speaking, so what better way to start than rambling my head off about the twink slutty baby? YES. Lavi. That cute whore that's been on my mine for a good while now...I want to kiss him, want him to cuddle me so bad grrrr I want to rim his pretty ass and use it as my only life source for the rest of my mortal existence. I want to follow every single one of his instructions on how to please him while he guides me with that shit eating smug grin '>:3'. I totally see him as a power bottom, riding my strap effortlessly while he pins me down telling me how much of a pathetic virgin I am and how fortunate I am to even be touching him, how lucky I am that he's willing to teach me how to make him feel good, how he'd laugh once I'm exhausted and he keeps nonchalantly bouncing still with his endless incubi stamina...MMMM...But also, I want to hit his ribs each time he throws an annoying tauntrum, or make him whimper each time he breaks something expensive, I want to sneak into his phone and watch just all the dozens of porn he has in his gallery along with his search history, I need to make him cry so hard until we're both doubting who's the real pervert here...I NEED to peg him. I NEED to spank his cute jiggling ass until it's red and sore. I need to make him deepthroath my strap and perhaps give me head. I NEED to grope his cute small chest and nurse on his rosy nipples while he tries to make a teasing remark only to be interrupted by his own lewd moans. I NEED to watch how all that lube and cum slowly leaks out of his puffy hole with profane sounds while spreading his supple asscheeks further apart as he whines and mewls begging for more. I NEED to cuddle him from behind while I finger his thight whorish asshole, I NEEEED to give him some genuine, gentle love-making while kissing his pretty face and cooing sweet nothings into his ears while he grabs onto my neck thightly saying shamelessly how good it feels.

I want to give him goodnight kisses on the forehead, cheeks, nose, eyes, tummy and finally his soft lips. I want to feel him clinging onto me with his limbs (and tail of course) while we sleep, even better if he craddles my head on his chest. I might even forgive his murders if he promises to be a good boy with a pretty pout even though he'd probably be crossing his fingers behind his back. I want to do each other's hair and nails. I want him to listen to the music I listen to (Rabbit Hole by DECO27 would be SO him). I want to see his deadpaned and disdainful face when I tell him all my bad jokes. I want to go out with him at those aesthetic cafés and buy him everything he wants even if I won't be able to buy anything else for a while. I want us to get matching couple cheesy things. I want us to do lovey dovey stuff together and maybe a kiss that doesn't end up looking out of a hentai. A wholesome one. I want him to live on my lap. I want him to try make him wear decente clothes from time to time. I want to see his reaction once my mortal life comes to an end. (If he cries and gets depressed he'll look so pretty but if he laughs he'll also look so pretty). I want to show him off to my friends even if I know he's probably the type that types 'uwu', ':3' or 'nya~' either satirically or not. I would bear the cringe for him. I want to send him memes and reels and, overall, just hear his laugh because I'm sure it would be gorgeous just like him. <3

He literally lives rent free in my mind this is a call for help. I crave for more Lavi content.

I'm not horny. You are.

Anyway, thanks for the constant posting! I love how you write your characters and draw/paint! You're one of my favorite artists. Eat well and have a good day/night. :)

Oh my dear GOD this was a ROLLER COASTER

I don't even know where to start. Alright so first of all, this is so deliciously written omg??? You made me put Lavi on a plate and eat him I bet he'd taste like cake. The contrast between the wholesome parts and the extremely unholy parts were crazy I felt like I was in a car that randomly speeds up and down

Rabbit hole is indeed very Lavi, the animation fits him so well as well. If I knew how to make them I'd definitely draw a Lavi version. And yes he's definitely the type who'd type "uwu" and ">:3" unironically

THE DRAWINGS ARE SO CUTE AS WELL!! HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE LOOK AT HIS CUTE LITTLE FACE AND CUTE BUTT

[rs8ndead]

❛ addicted ❜ ⸻ dating Trevor Philips

── ﹙ 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ MASTERLIST&INFO.﹚. ☆

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ SUMMARY.﹒⟢ ⸻ Trevor as a boyfriend. 🤗🤗

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ PAIRING.﹒⟢ ⸻ trevor philips x gn/gender neutral! reader.

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ A/N.﹒⟢ ⸻ EEEEEEEK first headcanons post of one of my TOP hyperfixations HOORAY ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ I love characters like Trevor,,,, like characters who are stinky and or crime lords :3 so fun to write because they’re just MAD crazy 🎀🎀 he’s also so easy to write to because I made a original character BASED off of Trevor and to ship with Trevor, I really wanna write like fanfiction of the two together but I’m not sure if anybody will like… like it or anything 💔💔😓 ( I hope I’m writing Trevor right, I’d freak out if I weren’t writing one of my favorite comfort characters correctly )

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ TAGLIST﹒⟢ ⸻ none 💔 pls let me know if you guys wanna be in my taglist for everything that I write or for something specific :33

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ﹙©rs8ndead﹚

→﹐ 𓏵﹒ TAGLIST﹒⟢ ⸻ none 💔 pls let me know if you guys wanna be in my taglist for everything that I write or for something specific :33

🩸  ⸺  the most clingiest man ever. From clinging onto your waist if not constantly when you guys are alone, to following you around everywhere you go and holding onto your hand as if he were some body guard, being nosy and peeping himself into your business ( example: phone call ), intrusive staring towards you, sniffing them without context or warning at all, invading personal space ( he has no sense of it ), constant and constant communication, overwhelming relentless and continuous affection, regular rambling and blabbering about how much he loves you and that he would literally do anything for you ( committing crimes such as robbery, credit card fraud, murder, arson, etc etc THE LIST GOES ONNNNN ), no he will not stop any of his suffocating and overwhelming actions until you probably like communicate out your boundaries with him. He grew up with a horrible childhood, he’s not really socially aware of how creepy he can be when he starts to date somebody. It’s very obvious that he’s got an emotional attachment to you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  despite his history of hooking up with other woman and his chaotic mess of a personality, Trevor truly feels there is a bond with you and him and that there’s actual chemistry, instead of just sex and splitting ways after wards. He loves you so very deeply and isn’t afraid to show you that he loves you, at all.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  Trevor is all putty when it comes to you, like a baby kitten. He’s your lil meow meow for real, ESPECIALLY when you give him any form of affection.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  takes you out on shopping sprees constantly whenever he can if you’ve got a hobby for shopping ( and yes of course, it’s allllll from Michael’s credit card, in which good ol’ Trev somehow managed to steal from him ) and constantly commits credit card fraud just so he can see you happy, if you TRY to persist he will just say something along the lines of: “sugar tits, no no no… let me spoil you.” And no, he will not take a no for an answer, he’ll even go as far as hiding your form of payment ( cash, credit, debit ) in a place where he knows you won’t find it, because he’s not letting you buy anything for yourself, at all. He’s paying for you, one way or another and he loves you and doesn’t want you to pay for yourself when you’ve got him. It’s a fifty / fifty relationship, he buys you stuff and other needs for you, and you just let him do that for you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  if this man had good grammar AND could write ( because we all know, he cannot write for SHIT. ) you’d be getting those long ass love sappy letters, but IF you were a writer and you did that for him he would be all confused and asking you “huh what’s this say” and then be all a putty, crying even more clingy mess all over you and sobbing that he didn’t deserve you.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  before he started to officially date you, he definitely asked Michael ( and probably Wade, Ron, Franklin, and everybody who he knows but mostly Michael before he tells to shut the fuck up when he hears something he doesn’t like ) for relationship advice, and no he did not listen to Michael about ‘taking it slow’ and along with ‘don’t say I love you to quick’, because Trevor definitely most likely said those words ‘I love you’ when he meets you because he is SO IN LOVE with you it surpasses everything practically, he’s to dumb for relationship rules.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  it’s quite obvious that he’s got an emotional attachment to you. You know that erotic Calendar and those also erotic photos of women in their bikinis that are on the walls of his trailer?? Yeah, he took it down and just replaced it with photos of you.( one of the advices that he listened to from Michael )

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  he loves like a puppy, constantly all over you as he’s practically and literally your number one hype man, complimenting you and being all desperate for you and crushing on you even though you and him are both dating. He worships you to the point where its concerning.

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  the type of guy to gift you rocks he thinks you’d find cool that he would find on sandy shores whenever he’s spending time away from you ( he hopes you find the rocks he gifts you cool; otherwise he’d be disappointed in himself )

୨୧ ᵎᵎ ﹐﹒⟡﹒

🩸  ⸺  literally the dream boyfriend. I don’t CAREEEEEEE he’s the dream boyfriend.

[relicsongmel]

Something I've always found fascinating about Raymond Shields is that despite seemingly having altruistic reasons for being a defense attorney, his reasons for trying to convince Miles to be one are anything but.

It seems understandable enough on the surface. After Ray comes around and agrees to work with Miles in The Imprisoned Turnabout, he sees remnants of Gregory shining through him despite von Karma's influence. Whether or not he recognizes that Miles' decision to become a prosecutor wasn't just born from that alone—that it was in tandem with wanting to distance himself from anything that reminded him of his father to alleviate the burden on his heart—is up for debate, but regardless: he acknowledges Miles as Gregory's son through and through and wants to capitalize on his dedication for pursuing justice in a way that he knows would make his father proud. He wants to let Miles in on the life he was robbed of at 9 years old—the life he once dreamed of living, where he follows in the footsteps of his father by giving everything he has to save people, by fighting like hell for the vulnerable and the condemned.

That said, as much as Ray dresses up his proposition by making it out to be as if he's looking out for Miles' best interests (and the best interests of society, even)...his motives for trying to get Miles to switch sides are almost entirely selfish. Ray's efforts (and most of his actions in general, really) are ultimately a product of his desperate attempt to cling on to anything related to Gregory out of an inability to move on from his death. Wearing his hat and coat, leaving the name of his office unchanged...and now, requesting that his son literally change jobs just because he can't bear the weight of his own loneliness anymore. Because he can't bear to think that the damage done by DL-6 is irreversible and Miles has moved on while he has stagnated for the past 17 years. Because he has an idealized vision of what he thinks Gregory would want and fails to realize that his son's occupation wouldn't matter to him as long as it brings him happiness and fulfillment. In his mind, letting Miles go means accepting the circumstances that brought him where he is and allowing both of them to move on. And that terrifies him.

It's even more deceitful when you realize that Ray's pitch comes at a very opportune time for Miles given his circumstances at that point: that is, he's under threat of investigation for prosecutorial misconduct and at risk of being stripped of his badge. Ray might fake incompetence, but he's not stupid—and he takes full advantage of Justine's warnings to try to sway Miles when he's in a more vulnerable position in terms of his job. Which is...pretty fucked up, to put it lightly. Despite having a better idea of where he came from compared to most people, through this Ray shows a lack of understanding of who Miles truly is and a lack of respect for what he's come to value, even if his path toward obtaining those values had some bumps along the road. But he's so blinded by his grief that he doesn't even stop to consider how much he's really asking of him, or what Miles is really searching for.

Ray was moved by Gregory. He values saving people. Defending the weak is an undeniably noble endeavor. But to ask that of someone else without consideration for their best interests is decidedly less so.

For all his occupation requires a certain selflessness, Raymond Shields is far more selfish than he lets on. And I for one find that contradiction fascinating to unpack.

[calp0sa]

Favorite Headcanons for airy?

i have like 10 million headcanons for him but i’ll list as many as i can from the top of my head

-hes autistic LIKE ME!!! and is specifically very autistic about music (like meee) i like to think he had a huge collection of vinyls cds cassettes etc and its all stuff from the 60s to the early 90s. no doubt he had a bunch of posters for his favorite bands and musicians too. and hes awesome on the guitar, great rhythm guitarist… its a shame he couldn’t make his talent a profession like he once dreamed of doing. oh well, at least the number 1 perk of trucking is that its peaceful and you dont really have to interact with many people! plus trucks have radios, and cd players, so airy would often bring along a few albums to listen to as he drove those long days and nights.

-hes also got a knack for aquatic creatures (LIKE ME) of course, being a literal fish monster himself (cool fact my airy design is like actually a fish monster he can breathe underwater and everything and his limbs are covered in fish scales) airy loves fish both as friends and food. hes particularly fond of freshwater fish, which makes sense considering the fact he grew up around the swamps of louisiana (yes im making him louisianan Like Me shaddap) hes also fond of those fucked up looking deep sea creatures, just so fascinating. i think airy liked to do a little fishing in his spare time. And hes awesome at cooking em but fair warning for those with a low spice tolerance… he loves spicy food btw (like meeeee)

-when airy was in the forest, he kept a log of his thoughts on the computer, in an attempt to hopefully give himself whatever clarity he could. the notes ranged from all brief, to desperate, to hopeless, to spiraling, to borderline dadaist poetry? to insanity, to denial, to whatever, really i think his mind was obviously all over the place on a daily basis. things must have been pretty loud for him, that cassette player was probably one of the only things keeping him together, before he numbed himself n all, which is around the time he ceased writing these notes as he saw no point in doing so.

-ok enough about him suffering we’ll get back to that later Airy’s favorite drink is ginger ale i mean look at that guy and tell me he doesnt fw ginger ale or dr pepper are you kidding me. he can have dr pepper as a little treat (too much soda is bad for anyone especially if youre an old feller like airy) speaking of little treats i like to think he has an insatiable sweet tooth LIKE MEEEE and his favorite treaaats are pumpkin pie, macarons and practically anything chocolate he loves chocolate (im like allergic to not projecting onto my favorite characters if you couldnt tell) maybe airy knows how to bake a little bit i mean he is an object show host after all

-this is oddly specific but airy is a chronic pain warrior #JUSTLIKEME so when he was in the forest he’d make like home made heating pads by wetting a glob of moss and putting it against his face while he had his flame on (he sometimes put it on a plank over a bonfire if he felt like it) this was a bit tricky when he broke his face but im sure he managed he always manages (kinda) (relatively speaking)

-well anyway we’re back to the forest and i just mentioned his broken face So you know how he disappeared for seven months after he did that lol well what if it was because the pain and shock from that incident evoked the long lost clarity he’d been so stubbornly avoiding in order to cling on to his meaningless, fallacious escapism which triggered him and sent him into a state of agonizing self consciousness, reminding him of his earthly death, how he used to be Someone, and how he essentially let himself rot into what is now an empty shell of who he once was. after so many years, the first reflection he saw of himself was seen in something broken; shards of glass, of which he couldn’t stand to look at… as there is nothing comparable to the pain of revelation, the burden of truth after having been so lost and festered into the stagnant waters that surround you. he felt he had no choice, he disposed of the shards into the nearby stream. those seven months were not just a matter of physically healing, but as a means to losing himself all over again.

-Aaaanyway i think airy had a cat at some point in his life i think we can all agree hes a cat person right!!! he had a tortoiseshell kitty named goose and he loved her very much. idk why he named her goose he probably just thought it was funny to name an animal after a different animal.

-OH YEAH lemme bring amelia into this listen i am such a huge fan of the theory of airy being related to amelia so i like to think hes her uncle!! when amelia was little she’d stay over at airy’s house while her parents were away and he’d teach her stuff like how to fish, how to ward off snakes, how to kayak, all that jazz cuz he was an awesome uncle. she was kinda like an actual daughter to him. and amelia was so fond of sunny weather as a child, one dayy at airy’s house she had to stay inside because it was too rainy, so she occupied herself by drawing a little picture of the way she wished earth was; always sunny, sky always blue, grass always green, huh! the way she drew that grass as individual little triangles is all too familiar is it not…

OK I HAVE SOMEWHERE 2 GO now i’ll probablt add more later But thank u so much for asking this i love love love infodumping about anything airy related i heart airy

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/o and horror skellys get in a fight

S/o dramatically yells "fine then I'll sleep on the couch, no cuddles for you >:("

Horrortale Sans - I think you don't know how stubborn Oak can be. You won't cuddle him? Fine, he won't cuddle you either, but for two days. He's embarrassing the grumpy bear energy and refuses to even look your way lol. He's more patient that you are, you're not going to win this. Sadly, it's never these things he's going to forget. You swear his selective memory is trolling you sometimes.

Horrortale Papyrus - Oh, you're blackmailing him now? He can do that too. You better take that back or he's putting the entire salt checker into the dish tonight. And he's not even going to regret anything. And also Oak will hate you because he's hungry and you're about to ruin dinner. Would you even be able to look Oak in the eyes and tell him that's all your fault it happened? What's that look? You thought he was all nice and innocent? You're wrong!

Horrorswap Sans - He shrugs and leaves lol. You gasp, offended he doesn't give you attention, and throw yourself at his leg. He's a bit in difficulty since he has only one leg but he's stubborn and keeps walking away anyway, dragging you along. You're not getting him that way.

Horrorswap Papyrus - D: Wait, no! Pumpkin runs after you and hugs you from behind to apologize. Actually, he's going to make sure you don't get rid of him by hanging in your back like a koala. He's not letting you go and you're going to cuddle with him tonight either you want it or not.

Horrorfell Sans - Come on, he knows you're not mad at him for real. Copper apologizes by playing the model boyfriend, suddenly proposing to massage you or clinging to you and pretending you're the only one who is worth spending time with. He knows you can't resist him. Sooner or later, you're going to smile and he's going to take that opportunity to kiss you so you forget everything that happened. He's a genius, you can't beat him.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He huffs, annoyed, and tries to roll his wheelchair away to pout. Except his wheelchair gets stuck in the mud and now he looks like an idiot, desperately trying to be mad at you without having to ask for your help. He hopes you know he's mad at you though. That doesn't change anything. He doesn't want your cuddles anyway.

Horrorswapfell Sans - Fine, leave, whatever. ... Actually, wait, he doesn't know where he is, how the hell are you expecting him to get home? Did you forget he's blind or something? ...You're still there, right? Hello? Are you there? Ok, you won, now come and get him this instant! Bear dramatically lays on the floor and waits for someone to notice him, not realizing he's literally lying two feet from the stairs. Because of you, his brother made him promise to do anything he wants to do later only for Tiger to lead him on one meter. He's so mad. Don't you dare talk to him, he's so going to hiss at you.

Horrorswapfell Papyrus - As you leave, Tiger runs between your legs and sprints toward the couch. Ah! Now what are you going to do if he's the one choosing to sleep on the couch and now you have no couch to sleep on? You just say you're going to take the bed, but Tiger teleports on his bed as you come into the room, smirking at you. Don't forget you're the one who wanted to make this complicated. Now cry. He's so going to piss you off all afternoon.

[alldoll3dup]

hello can i pretty please request dating john dory headcanons? i am kissing him as we speak

▐ I was itching to do a John Dory headcanon, thank you very much

໑୧﹒★﹒John Dory x FEM!Reader - Headcanon's ᰍ﹒∿

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Headcanon's of our dear JD as your boyfriend

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 - Trolls

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Fluff

- This little guy will do anything for you, literally anything

- Do you want the moon? John already brought her to you

- He is very affectionate and loves physical touch (he was alone for years so it is very important to him)

- Hands on your waist, kisses on your neck, being randomly carried are things you're already used to

- And of course he expects you to reciprocate, give him surprise kisses, sit on his lap at random moments, any slightest contact will make him literally melt

- He LOVES being between your thighs if he made a ranking of places he likes to be it would be like this

1- By my girlfriend's side

2- Between my girlfriend's thighs With my brothers

3- Between my girlfriend's thighs

- He scribbled because he was afraid of hurting his brothers feelings

- He is very dirty sometimes, if you don't say anything he will go days without taking a shower (not always because he wants to, but because he forgets)

- He is jealous and doesn't like you paying too much attention to other trolls

- If he thinks you're paying too much attention to someone, he'll just put you on his shoulder and take you away

"Dory! I haven't finished talking yet"

"I think you already finished"

- He loves when you get along with his brothers, he thinks it's cute

- When you sleep together he practically crushes you, he's thrown all over you and you can't even move

- He loves being in control of the situation, if you need help with anything he is ready to help

- If you don't reach something that is too high, John will just carry you

"Thank you Dory"

"No problem sweetheart"

- He loves giving you cute nicknames, like sweetie, pumpkin, love of my life

- Everything you ask Dory does, he is always ready to please you

- Don't stay away from him for too long, he'll be super worried

- Did you leave and said you would come back two hours later but it took you a minute longer? John is already putting up missing person posters

- And when you come back he will cling to you saying how much he missed you

"Babyyy, I missed you so much! Dont scare me like that again"

"But it was only one minute"

"It seemed like an eternity"

- Knows everything you like, favorite flowers, the perfume you use most use EVERYTHING

- His heart melts when you praise him

- Your perfect voice being used to praise him is the best thing that he could ever ask

- He is very silly sometimes, he can be a manchild but in serious moments he is so responsible

- Super clingy like extremely

- He has the best hugs, when he hugs you, you forget the rest

- You always dance together, especially brozone's songs

- When you said you listened to brozone and that he was your favorite he literally cried

- You steal all his shirts, after all, what's his is yours and what's yours is his

- He loves cooking with you, he makes a lot of mess so you told him to just stay still and cling to you and that's what he did

"Are it ready now?" - he said with his hands on your waist, his tail intertwined with your legs and his face resting on the curve of your neck

"It's almost ready Dory" - all you hear is silly giggles and little compliments

- He makes it very explicit to everyone that he has a girlfriend

- What else can I say? He loves you SO MUCH

▐ I hope y'all liked this silly little passionate

▐ Sorry if there are any grammatical errors love you guys ♡

★ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ★

[goodolddumbbanana]

I just rewatched the episode WHAT IF SOLAR ALIVE IN VRCHAT and I just realised something.

When Solar died, Nexus got breakdown but he got back pretty quickly to fix things. He still holds the hope that he can bring Solar back, and work himself to the bones to make that happen. It hurts him, but he is particularly 'moved on', got back on his feet to find some way to get Solar back.

But in the dream when Sun died, according to what Solar said, Nexus did nothing. He is just laying on the floor, being useless, day by day, just like how Moon's Solar didn't do anything since when Sun's Solar died. He supposed with that intelligence, he will come up with something to revive Sun, Right?

But in Nexus's dream, losing Sun has broken him to the point when he is unconscious to everything. He didn't do anything, and Solar is the one who handles anything.

That's when I realised, when Solar died, Moon still has Sun. Sun cooked for him, got him to bed, stayed with him and hugged him until he fell asleep. Sun did everything to cheer him up, and the only one whom Nexus talked to and almost spilled out the beans before the 'crazy arc' happened.

And when Sun died in Nexus's dream, Solar couldn't fulfill Sun's role.

Sun is literally the light, the emotional support for Nexus, the I am here that helps Nexus cling to reality.

Because Nexus was obsessed with how he is the only one who can fix things, right?

Sun is the one who always needs his help, the one who always sticks by his side no matter what happens, the one who always waits for him at home.

If Solar is the one who he hangs out with, the friend he loves to tag along, the partners in crime if you per say, then Sun is home.

He never can feel useless when he is with the Sun.

That is the reason why in the dream, Nexus breakdown and couldn't distinguish realities and dream anymore.

Because he loves Solar, sure, like a brother, Solar is his besties but Solar is not his home. Solar doesn't know how to comfort him, doesn't know how to ease Nexus like Sun does.. Solar is just like Nexus, he only knows how to fix things, but Sun is gone, and what is the point of fixing anymore if the only one that makes his world meaningful is disappearing.

Some small parts are when Nexus feels he needs to check on Sun because Sun rarely accompanied him anymore. (The addiction to wine thing)

Why? If he was so obsessed with hanging with Solar, why did he need to do that?

Because part of him scares that Sun doesn't need him anymore, that Sun is splitting away from him. That is why he checked on Sun, to know for sure that Sun still needs him, and he still can fix things, fix Sun.

Sun is not only his brother, he is his Big brother, his anchor to prove that, he is still needed.

And when he becomes Nexus, that consciousness Sun always needs his help twisted to become Sun used him, Sun abandoned him.

He is self conscious thinking because he can fix things that are the whole of his values.

And he is so loved when Sun needs his help, (to prove he is better than Moon, to prove that he has someone stay by his side) but now, that feels dirty, like he was used.

That is also the reason why when Nexus kidnap Sun it feels empty. Because Sun is still his big brother, and Nexus still holds a lot of conflict emotions towards Sun, no matter what he said. It is like the rebel son coming home from his drunken party and yelling at his mother but still couldn't add the actually cruel words.

Because he hates Sun, but he still wants him. He is just a sad sad boy who thinks being a God would fix some hole in his chest but in reality, just the word I am sorry will take him back home.

I wonder if Nexus is seriously wounded and Sun gives up everything to run back to Nexus and try to help him. And they will talk and say sorry

[atomicradiogirl]

The Best House MD Scene

"You'd be surprised what you can live with."

In season 2, episode 6 of House MD “Spin” written by Sara Hess, there is a scene that I consider to be one of the best, if not the best, scenes of House. In the scene, Cameron is talking to Wilson alone in House’s office about how she cheated on her dying husband with his best friend while he was in the hospital. A conversation that is related to Wilson’s adulterous behavior and plethora of divorces. To relate to her story, Wilson tells Cameron that his relationship with his second wife, Bonnie, ended not because she was sick and he needed someone to cling to, but because he met someone that made him feel funny and good and he didn’t want to let that feeling go. Cameron looks at him in understanding. Wilson goes on to say that Cameron isn’t to blame for cheating on her husband since she couldn’t control her emotions, to which Cameron replies “No, just my actions.” When Wilson realizes that she didn’t sleep with him. Cameron says that she couldn’t live with herself if she did. Wilson gives a devilish smile in response, a silence that speaks volumes, and says, “You’d be surprised what you can live with,” and leaves the office.

This scene is so impactful, not because of any angst or emotional weight but because of the parallel and implications of this scene. Cameron and Wilson are characters who both interact but don’t really have a close relationship. This is one of the only instances where they seem to have a genuine emotional understanding of each other. There is also a very strong parallel between them, as they are both emotional and caring people who thrive on being needed by others. But most importantly, they both love broken people and the ultimate broken person, House. Cameron is still grappling with her feelings for House and the lack of gendered language used by Wilson as well as the general knowledge that there is no one else he could possibly be talking about, along with the fact that this conversation is literally happening in House’s office, solidly proves that this “mystery person” Wilson is talking about is House. “You’d be surprised what you can live with” might not necessarily mean that he slept with House, but it definitely confirms that there was at least a level of emotional cheating on his ex-wife with him. Something that is actually proven as the reason his second marriage with Bonnie ended. His being too devoted to helping House after his infarction was a primary reason. House making Wilson feel “funny” could be a way of Wilson saying he fell in love with House, or maybe House just made him feel needed in a way that Wilson couldn’t resist. 

Regardless of how you read between the lines, the implication here is clear. Both Cameron and Wilson love House, and both of them are bonding in this scene over not having control over their emotions, especially over House. To me, “You’d be surprised what you can live with” is Wilson saying he can live with his feelings for House and he can live with knowing that he would do anything for him as well as a general acceptance that he could live with emotionally or physically cheating on his ex-wife with House. Cameron says nothing to this statement, and there is no follow-up to this conversation in the rest of the episode or the show. But it alone sets up an understanding in the audience of why Cameron cheated on her husband as well as why Wilson drops everything for House at any whim. It isn’t confirmed until 6 seasons later, but this is the start of the many cleverly placed obvious hints that Wilson loves House, despite his feelings being deeply repressed and seemingly unreciprocated for the majority of the show or throughout their relationship that we, the audience get to see. This scene stands out as a rare moment of cross-character connections that we don’t often get to see in House. From side characters. Yes, it is about House and what he means to both of them, but it delves into the shared inner experiences of these two characters, whom we get pieces of understanding throughout the show. This scene is my favorite scene of House, and while it might not be the most flashy or cinematic, it is the pure example of the show’s outstanding writing. 

[esmedelacroix]

15 days til' Christmas

planning to surprise husband!miguel o'hara with the best gift ever⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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If there was one thing about Miguel that confused you it was what gift to get him for Christmas. You were always buying things that made you think of him like clothes that he would look handsome in(he looks good in literally everything).

But you couldn't help but feel like it wasn't enough. You couldn't help but feel like you needed more. You wanted to give him a gift that was tear-wrenching.

You thought that you would never get the opportunity to give Miguel the gift you thought he deserved. Until that opportunity presented itself in a certain two-lined symbol on a white stick you had peed on.

Right then you knew exactly what his gift would be this year. The only issue was that you had to keep this secret until Christmas which was in a whole week. But, you couldn't keep anything from Miguel for the life of you. What was worse is that he was incredibly perceptive and always knew when something was different.

You were already two months along and you never realized that you were extremely behind on your period until your period tracking app pointed out that you stopped getting your period after you logged unprotected sex during your fertile window.

You and Miguel were dating for three years before you got married and your second marriage anniversary was coming up. You weren't really trying for kids but the two of you didn't mind if you were to have one. You talked about it and you both felt ready so you started being more carefree about protection every now and then.

Miguel was used to taking three days off of work once a month to help you through your abnormally painful period cramps. He was so busy that hadn't realized you hadn't gotten your period.

You quickly got a long box and placed the pregnancy test in it before wrapping it up and putting it under the tree. There were already tons of gifts under the tree so it didn't seem weird at all.

You cleaned up your mess and right when you checked your watch you realized that it was seven o'clock. Miguel should be arriving any minute by now-

"Honey! I'm home!" you heard Miguel call out from the mud room. You could hear the noises of some bags indicative that he went grocery shopping like you had asked.

You rushed to the entrance and gave Miguel a big hug. You'd been missing him all day and it was taking every fiber in your body to not just tell him the great news right then and there.

"Woah amor, did you miss me that much?" he chuckled as he walked down the hall with you clinging to him.

You sat on the counter taking groceries out of bags as he put them away listening to him rant about how things were going at work. Most people wouldn't be very fond of listening to someone ramble about work for 30 minutes straight but Miguel wasn't a rambler he was a storyteller.

If he was going to tell you about his day, trust he would talk about it in a way that made it intriguing. He often made you laugh when he told you about some of the harmless silly rumors floating around at the office.

One thing that the spiders(except Peter B and Jess) would never know was that he enjoyed observing and gossiping about who was dating and who wasn't at Spider Society knowing that it was absolutely not his business.

The two of you thought yourselves to be cupids and would talk about what couple desperately needed to break up or who should be dating whom.

"Cariño I have a question..." Miguel started interrupting you laughing at his joke about who he thought Hobie should date.

"Yeah? What is it?" you asked in a more serious tone.

"Why haven't you gotten your period yet?" he asked squinting his eyes trying to assess you.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. You cursed to yourself trying to think of an answer.

"Well my period tracking app told me that it's because of my increased amount of weight training recently, it happened to me when I was 14 as well I lost my period for like half a year then," you explained.

"Huh, you never told me you've been going to the gym, you usually just run in the mornings," he said, accepting your answer. It almost hurt lying to him about this because he had so much trust in you that he believed everything you said.

"My practice closes at five now, remember? So I have a lot more time," you said.

"Oh I see," he said as he took out ingredients to make dinner.

He didn't really talk about it for the rest of the night and everything went smoothly but as you lay in bed that night in his arms you couldn't help but worry. What if you're not able to keep this up and the gift is ruined? All should be fine though besides you only have to keep from him for the next 7 days.

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next part → 7 days til' Christmas

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[seneon]

omgomgomg.. blue lock 11 and their love languages in your opinion...

blue lock eleven and their love languages.

about. gender neutral! reader. contains fluff and crack.

notes. i'm not sure if the author of blue lock has ever mentioned their love languages before but i do know that he noted some of their kinks before 😧

YOICHI ISAGI — QUALITY TIME / WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

isagi would be the type to make time for you even if he's busy. he'd just cram his schedule or straightaway ditch them just for you. he also likes to affirm his s/o despite having a foul mouth 💀 but hey, you get a mouth that can affirm and destroy so yeah...

MEGURU BACHIRA — PHYSICAL TOUCH

bachira won't stop clinging onto you and will literally follow you everywhere you go. you find it cute though, but when he sensed even a single discomfort, he would stop following you around. of course, you can never forget hours of cuddles with bachira!! he loves holding your hands too.

HYOMA CHIGIRI — GIFT GIVING

chigiri knows all the best products that his s/o likes because of his sister. but he would literally go all out just to buy the skincare products, books, drinks, whatever, that you want just to keep you happy. chigiri is the type to spoil his s/o and himself too.

SEISHIRO NAGI — PHYSICAL TOUCH

nagi is quite the lazy person and reo pretty much does everything for him so he'd probably be the one who's also really clingy to you. except his clinging is putting his entire body on you thinking you're huge enough like reo to carry him or something. jokes aside— he's the type of guy who loves hugging you from behind.

RIN ITOSHI — ACTS OF SERVICE / GIFT GIVING

rin's love language is most likely acts of service to show you how much he cares for you despite him having little to no time for you on his hands. he'll give you the princess treatment along with giving you gifts that he handmade himself since he's not that fond of spending that much money. he'll try his best to make you happy tho.

SHOEI BARO — ACTS OF SERVICE

baro is definitely going to cook, clean, service you and everything else. i mean, it's BARO... he's not gonna let you do anything but let you sit, relax and enjoy while he does all the work for you. it's just his way of showing how much he cares for you and he wouldn't want you to sweat or waste your energy.

REO MIKAGE — ALL FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES

reo is all in one. bros the whole package. he can shower you with sweet and loving words of affirmation, buy you a shit ton of gifts, treat you like a princess, cancel everything in his schedule just for you and hold your hands a lot. he also likes to kiss your hand. it makes him feel like a gentleman.

JYUBEI ARYU — QUALITY TIME

aryu would love spending his time with his s/o. you guys would do your mani and pedi together or go to beauty salons together. it's just going to be a wholesome thing with aryu. he loves to spend time with whoever he fell in love with and proclaims the most beautiful.

TABITO KARASU — PHYSICAL TOUCH

karasu always needs some type of touch to keep him going and alive. so he likes to wrap his arms around you and keep kissing your face everywhere. be careful though, he might overdo it and get too into it.

EITA OTOYA — PHYSICAL TOUCH / WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

otoya just takes physical touch differently and makes his own changes of rules for words of affirmation. he's always being seductive with you and just likes to randomly whisper sweet words into your ears whenever he's bored. idk but i think quality time too..

KENYU YUKIMIYA — QUALITY TIME / GIFT GIVING

yukimiya is a model right? he rarely has time for you. however, when he does have time, he'll spend every single minute of it with you— going on dates, just hanging out, vice versa. when he doesn't have time however, he tells someone from his modelling agency to buy you some gifts and sends them straight to your doorstep.

GIN GAGAMARU — ACTS OF SERVICE

gagamaru tries his hardest to make you happy with his love language. since he doesn't really know much about romance, he occasionally asks you questions about this and that, taking notes of your preferences then he'll service you with you perfect preference. like coffee, or your type of environment.

YŌ HIORI — WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

hiori is sort of, in a way, good with words. he might not do much, but his voice is enough for you. you love hearing him talk. when you told him about it, he never stopped talking and giving you comforting words that would never fail to make you feel loved.

IKKI NIKO — QUALITY TIME / PHYSICAL TOUCH

niko absolutely loves spending time with you. if anything else, he adores it more than anything else. in those quality times, he likes to admire your eyes and give you shy little hugs, or style your hair. anything in those quality time is fine with him, as long as he gets to spend it with you.

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