#i cant fit all the characters CRIES

[valentine-writes]

boys don't cry

「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, masc coded reader (kinda. no pronouns used!! but trust y'all i'll b writing masc reader stuff soon cuz I Need It), inconsistent lengths for each character i am Filled W/ Favouritism, kisses can be platonic (spider-noir part i love this man), reader is used to bottling emotions up, the spot's part is Not That Serious, characters all love u and wanna help :> 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess/spider-byte, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, (spider-man) noir, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

author's note: this song slaps╰(*°▽°*)╯ also see other songs below which influenced this <3 u can slowly see me losing the slash srsness as the character progress,,, apologies. many :(( anyways!! had this marinating in my drafts so im posting. hopefully will get time to clear my inbox and fulfill reqz! tysm for ur patience lovelies !!!!（。＾▽＾）<333

“i try to laugh about it / hiding the tears in my eyes” – the cure, boys don't cry

“i didn’t want you to hear / that shake in my voice / my pain is my own” – car seat headrest, 1937 state park

“i don’t know why i am / the way i am, not strong enough to be your man” – boygenius, not strong enough

▸ GWEN, who all too familiar with what it's like to keep up a tough act for the sake of not falling apart.

she's grown accustomed to letting emotions eat away at her until they're too big to deal with. which is why she's quick to feel empathy when she sees that you do the same thing.

she won't force you to talk about anything you don't want to– but if you need an outlet, she hands you her drum sticks.

"maybe it'll help you like it helps me." gwen explains, giving you that awkward little smile of hers that makes everything weighing on you feel a little less heavy.

always trying to help you find a way to channel your emotions. even if drumming doesn't work for you. maybe it's singing. maybe it's art. or maybe you just need to cry. no matter what it is, she doesn't mind. she just wants you to let it out in a healthy way.

▸ HOBIE is instantly aware of the fact you're the type to laugh and joke around to hold back tears.

you're trying your hardest to keep smiling, but he sees it falter as you try to speak, choking out the words while holding back a sob.

"'s okay to cry, y'know? no one 'round here but us anyways." he reassures.

you take a sharp inhale, knowing it was useless to pretend. he was always emotionally intelligent, able to read you like a book. sometimes you wondered if he could read your mind. or maybe he was just attentive with you.

he puts a hand on your back, gently rubbing as you feel the tears run down your cheeks. this turns into an arm around your shoulder as you cry, until you're fully sobbing– he decides to just pull your into his arms.

he's still holding you close, even as your cries subside into sniffles. always encourages you to be real with him. there's nothing he loves more than you being unfiltered– even if it means expressing negative emotions. to hobie, vulnerability is bravery.

▸ JESSICA DREW who's quick to notice you the minute you turn away to conceal your face.

she pulls you aside discreetly, knowing you probably didn't want attention of others. tries to meet you eye-level, asks you directly about what's wrong.

after a few seconds of silence, you finally break.

"i feel so weak." you sniffle, not meeting her eyes.

"for doing a little crying?" she sighs a little, shaking her head. "not at all. you're strong– you've been strong. but even strong people gotta cry."

she'll talk you through it or just sit beside you, offering you advice or even just a space to vent. she's very busy all the time– but she'll set aside time for you. tells you that hiding from emotions only works for so long and that tells you that you aren't any less tough in her eyes for feeling them.

you're only human after all. you deserve to live out the wholeness of the human experience.

▸ LYLA isn't really all too involved with your day-to-day life shenanigans (being the best ai assistant is hard), but she always makes a point to check up on you when she gets the chance.

besides, miguel sure isn't gonna gossip with her like you do.

"you doing good?" she'll ask, grinning.

you only respond with a weak "yeah" and the fakest chuckle she's ever heard, as you clearly attempt to blink back tears.

she doesn't know what to do. tries to wipe the tears that eventually fall with a virtual hand that phases right through your face. well. at least she had good intentions.

"hey, hey–" lyla gets you to take a deep breath. "look at me."

she says your name, regrounding you. you look up at her, and for a moment, she's certain that she's felt something akin to sympathy. she's felt something real.

lyla doesn't let that distract her from her objective– right now, she's gotta comfort you.

she repeats your name, "...it's okay. you cry if you feel like it."

▸ MARGO who sits you down, letting you be the one to speak first when your smile wavers.

"i hate fuckin' crying.." you laugh weakly, trying to make the situation better. it doesn't help control the tears. "i feel so lame for it."

"you know," she whispers, taking your hands in yours, "i still think you're pretty cool."

she gives you a grin that's so earnest– so sweet– that lets you know she's being honest.

"okay, so this might be stupid,, butttt–" encourages you two to listen to some moody music so you can get whatever you've bottled up out of you systems. it's cathartic, crying your eyes out with her as whatever the two of you have queued up blasts in the background.

doesn't judge you one bit for crying.

"only way out is through." she shrugs. "gotta feel it before you can actually let it go."

▸ MILES (1610) who had just asked an innocent question about how your doing, now watching as you struggle to respond.

after a strained moment of searching for words, you shrink away and hide your face in your hands. he scoots by your side, asking before gently taking your hands away from your face.

"what's wrong?" his voice is soft. gentle as he looks at you with the sweetest concerned expression.

"i shouldn't be crying.. it's stupid... i feel so, so stupid–"

he frowns at these words. "i don't think it's stupid."

societal expectations forcing people to put on a tough act just to conceal emotions deemed as "weakness?" not a new concept to him. he's just sad that it's impacted you so deeply.

after this, will actively check up on how you're doing emotionally. will pull you aside to have a heart-to-heart if he senses the slightest thing off. terrified of being shut out by you, will always offer for the two of you to deal with whatever you're struggling with together.

▸ MILES (42) who asks more bluntly than he had intended when he senses you're not doing okay.

you take a sharp inhale, giving him an unsteady smile which only makes him sigh. no matter how much you try to make the situation lighthearted, his expression never changes.

"nah. you're not fooling me." he walks over to you, his voice softening as he looks at you. "...what's got you upset?"

a really good listener. lets you rest your head on his shoulder as you vent and let it out.

he's not the most open himself, so of course he understands– but he doesn't want you to be like him.

you thank him for putting up with your breakdown, feeling a little awkward as you pull your cheek away from his shoulder and look at him.

you watch as he falters for a moment, gently grabbing your arm and pulling you in for a warm, slightly stiff, side-hug.

"don't thank me for that– it's just what you deserve." though his quick to dismissal of what you'd said seems to be the end of his sentence– you watch as he unclenches his jaw, hesitating before he says something else.

"anytime. i mean it."

▸ MIGUEL who is jus like u for reals doesn't quite know how to cope with emotions either. that doesn't give him an excuse to not try with you.

he can't find the right words, but you see the empathy in his eyes. he offers quiet comfort– places a hand on your back, rubbing it as you lean into his side

"don't hide your face from me." he mutters to you. "it's just me."

your hands fall from your face into your lap, shoulders slumping. he feels you tremble softly, as you to reply.

"this should be for me to deal with. i should be strong enough." your words echo in his mind.

maybe because he's told himself the same thing too many times before as well. it's painful, the way that this moment with you reflects a mirror image of himself.

will crumble his own walls if it means you'll do the same. tries to be open to encourage you. you'll learn together.

▸ NOIR who is a gentleman through and through. always. tells you that he'll give you anything you need.

"i don't know what nitwit told you it wasn't okay for you to cry," his choice of words makes you crack a slight genuine smile, "but you don't have to believe them one second."

as your facade slowly crumbles, his gloved hands cup your face as you cry. he dries your cheeks, patiently nodding as he listened to you ramble on about everything you've been holding back.

when you've calmed down, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

to ache like this and still be concerned over burdening others– he's now finds little ways to remind you how precious you are to him. that he'll always care.

▸ PAVITR, who approaches you as delicately as possible. he tries not to do anything that will make you feel backed into a corner.

he knows that feeling scared can lead to lashing out. tries to be casual about it to ensure you're as comfortable as possible.

you crack an obviously forced joke and he glances at you questioningly.

"you're not telling me something, aren't you?" he asks. pavitr's secretly hoping he was good at playing this careful– but you had picked up that he wanted to talk to you about it for a while now.

you're both obvious.

your grin fades as you chuckle dryly. "i don't... i don't want to– it's embarrassing."

"what's embarrassing is that i didn't notice earlier. don't be shy. we can figure it out together, okay?"

offers all the help he can. even (secretly) messages gayatri for "advice for a friend" you!!! you are friend!!!!! he doesn't name drop tho. privacy king.

▸ PETER B(E MY WIFE) PARKER. the one who drags you outside to chat about it and cracks a stupid joke himself. it alleviates no tension at all.

"..ahh,, no, nevermind that kid. you okay?"

a shake of your head and his smile fades a bit. he grips your shoulder, shaking you gently.

"been there plenty of times. trust me– better to get it out now."

and for a while, it's just a conversation. you're both sitting outside, the night air bringing a chill to your skin. he offers his jacket– and then proceeds to pull you into it while he still wears it, your back pressed to his chest.

it goes unspoken, but he knew you had been struggling for a while now. he's relieved to finally get a moment with you.

he'll always be looking out for you. even if you don't realize.

▸ THE SPOT/JOHNATHAN OHNN panics ever so slightly. this is the first time you've ever cried in front of him. so he does what he does best– and just asks questions.

"you've been bottling it up this whole time?"

"mhm..."

"for how long?..." your response causes him to pause, blinking several times before parting his lips to speak again. "...oh. oh wow– yikes–" he means well i swear.

will scour the multiverse in search of a quiet place for you to lay this all to rest.

you admit, you're certain you don't need all this– but he seems happy to put in the effort and lead you into a portal into a nice area to relax.

"are we breaking and entering into someone's house?!"

"uh– don't worry about it for now."

[hal-o-ween]

Sweet Dreams <3

[sophistired18]

No one talk to me. I fell in love.

[basofy]

i keep thinking abt the love aspect of lisa and rly wish the campfire conversations had more positive interactions /without brad in them/ cuz a common interpretation i see that i couldnt disagree more with is that everyone in lisa is an asshole when all the companions are so different in personality and morals and shiet so how come most of the interactions turn out wrong cuz the better guys are either paired with brad or getting trashed on by the meaner companions or just plain got nothing it just doesnt sit right with me 😔😔

[goldiipond]

ash asked me to elaborate on this so i'll take it as an excuse to rant but basically theres a line from don in s2 that directly translates to 'don't cry, rossi. boys don't cry.' which is not only fucking gross on its own and even worse given that he's speaking to a terrified five year-old in this scene, but they literally could not have chosen a more baffling character to say that if they tried. here's a little collection of don panels from the manga for no reason in particular

[diegoshargrieves]

listening to my parents talk about me is so fucking funny. "she's dealt with us for so long that at this point she's done. she's mentally checked out from having to give a shit about anyone. can you believe how corruptible she is just because she's almost an adult and she thinks that we're not her problem anymore?"

like man you are literally so close. so fucking close.

[chooey]

just finished breaking bad

[lubrumalis]

ghost headcanons! (realistic)

tw: nsfw, spoilers, dead dove do not eat

a lot of these are based off of my personal understanding of him

part 2 —> character analysis of ghost

general:

didn’t go back to manchester after his family died, too many foul memories—a lot of friends will probably know him as a murderer (comic reference, ghost was accused of killing his family in the newspaper)

has a fit body. a lot of people like to hc him as big and bulky, i think otherwise! its actually a huge disadvantage to be bulky in size as a soldier (logistics while fighting yk). most SAS soldiers are trained for endurance and fitness, i think he has a moreso lean body

hes not cold and ruthless, wouldn’t say hes a big softie either.

VERYYYY punctual. always on time

will not abuse or rape anyone. this guys been through atrocities, he would never do it to someone else

won’t hire a prostitute, ever.

honestly, hes just another dude in the military. he loves dad jokes and bourbon😭

ghost doesn’t think hes mean or tries to be, he simply is intimidating because of his size and way of talking

he likes watching soccer in his free time

gets internally offended if someone thinks hes from london (anywhere but Manchester)

very dark humoured. tell him any dark joke and he wouldn’t care

loves tea

listens to older british bands, like the smiths

cannot understand modern slang at all. what does ‘iykyk’ and ‘rizzler’ mean???

texts like a typical millennial. uses ���😂’ and ‘😜’ unironically. types with proper grammar and spelling with punctuation too, maybe an occasional LOL

also unironically likes posts about trust issues and being a sigma male. he doesn’t actually think hes one, he just relates to those quotes that are like: “being alone is better than with fakes” 😭😭😭😭

ghost probably hates other men more than misandrists 😕 i think its bc hes always fighting other men and dealing with the cruel things theyve done, so ghost subconsciously feels more on guard with men he doesnt know

has insomnia

doesn’t cry. ghost doesn’t remember the last time he cried.

isn’t rich rich, but has a ton of savings. he doesn’t have a family or spend a lot. so the money piles up.

relationship hcs:

first off, i dont think he’d realistically get into one anyway LMAO

s/o would have to the chasing, i dont think ghost is the kind to actively pursue someone

he has charisma, doesn’t feel like using it

hes very against the idea at first—his family got murdered because he was in the military, you think hes gonna let it happen again?

probably will not like someone working with him as a soldier

i think itd go two ways: a) you are a civilian who aggressively pursues the poor guy and he gives in, b) you work as a military nurse and gradually get to know him, c) you are a longtime close friend of his before he was in the military

i cant see him being fwb with anyone, only one night stands

hes not a toxic partner or super lovey dovey

ghost doesn’t entertain multiple women at once

itd most likely end up in a breakup where he fears for your safety:(((

BUT lets ignore that

tbh, i think he would probably be with someone very empathetic and kind to others. he doesn’t like people overly energetic, too soft, or someone that annoys him

persons gotta be independent and good with long distance

simon doesn’t care about age gaps, but probably wants someone at least in their late twenties

had a hard time opening up, eventually told you everything once he trusts you

another reason why i think he wants someone empathetic is because he has severe trust issues😃😃

last thing he’d care about is looks for long term relationships

the type of guy to disappear for 6 months and reappear to be like “remember im your husband???”🫡

doesn’t let you tell your friends about him—No hes not being uncommitted or toxic, but hes simply being cautious after what happened to his family

you can’t show anyone photos of him, his name, his occupation, NOTHHINGGG

so you fake a name for your bf who your friends think you’re lying about

definitely does not let you post on social media about him either.

installs security in your home, teaches you self defense, and gives you weapons. this guy can be paranoid

will never hit you or lay a hand on you

ghost genuinely thinks you saved him—his life was bleak and empty before you came in. subconsciously thinks of you as a savior

he buys you gifts, does chores for you, he really likes you :(

ghost actively tries to make his voice sound softer and friendlier when hes talking to you

doesnt understand playing mind games, things like the silent treatment or “im ok” when ur not ok thing. just tell him how you feel

doesn’t tell his team about your existence. you and his job are always going to be separate.

avoids talking about what he does in the military. ghost has killed and injured many and he doesn’t want you to see that side of him.

scary dog privileges for SURE

[konigsblog]

hi!! i love ur stuff so so much but would you be able to do something for m reader or transmale reader?? i dont mind which characters (but soap or gaz would be nice) but i know you more sort of specialize in könig, so characters doesn't really matter.

but like, m reader or transmale reader with cnc please 🫶

again love your stuff and completely understandable if you cant :)

Creep!Gaz and Creep!Soap thots™

Soap x Gax x Male!Reader

TW: NON-CON/RAPE, STALKING, MALE ANATOMY. MDNI 18+

Thank you for your request, my lovely :3 I have been receiving a couple requests for Transmale!Reader, so I think now is a good time to remind you guys that I don't write for Transgender!Readers !

It was Johnny's idea. The pair had been stalking you nonstop for months now, learning your routine so they could constantly watch you from afar. They'd watch you shower after a mission in the communal showers, scrubbing off all the dirt and grime that layered your soft skin. You were their newest recruit, and their newest obsession.

You thought you could trust the two men. After all, they were your trustworthy teammates, what reason did you have to fear the pair? After a night out drinking after a successful mission, you felt yourself growing more and more dizzy, with your head throbbing and your vision becoming blurry. The two had offered to walk you back to the base, a kind gesture in your eyes. Although, they were simply looking for some private time with you, away from the watchful eyes of their Captain.

Instead of being left in your barracks to deal with your headache in peace, the men decided to have a little bit of fun with you. You could feel Gaz's hand wander over your crotch repeatedly, rubbing your clothed cock ‘til you were hissing out drunkenly at the ache between your legs. You could hear the sound of their pants unzipping as you shifted between unconsciousness and consciousness. All you remember was the splitting and agonising sensation of Johnny forcing his sweaty, meaty cock inside and the rough, familiar Scottish accent in your ear.

You couldn't control your tears as you wept and cried pathetically beneath the experienced, older men, who had years of experience in the military beneath their belt and fuckton of control and authority over rookies like yourself.

“Quit cryin’, lad. Man up, aye? Don’t be such a fuckin’ coward...” The Scotsman let out, his voice hoarse and frustrated at your constant squirming.

You felt Johnny's scarred, rough hands wander your body, his blunt fingernails digging into your hips as he forced your rear skyward and your face into your pillow. Gaz's fingers nestled in your hair and tilted your head towards him while Soap ploughed relentlessly into your tight asshole, with one hand on the small of your back and the other jerking your leaking cock off, taunting you for enjoying such vile treatment. You could feel Soap's cockhead smack and prod against your insides, silencing your pained and horrified pleas.

Your vision was blurry and your bones felt weak. Kyle wasn't gentle in the slightest, as he pushed his swollen, bulbous dick into your mouth, fucking your tight throat ruthlessly. Your lips became puffy around Kyle's lengthy girth, with tears rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably.

“Don’t think you’re fit for the military if you can’t handle a little roughenin’ up, no?” Gaz chucked teasingly, cocking his head at you while both men violated your weak body for their own amusement, arousal, and entertainment.

Who would believe you, anyways? A silly recruit like you... You were drunk, who would care for you? You're just attempting to tear down the reputation they've built for themselves, aren't you?

[trendywaifus]

Heeyyy, could you perhaps do some late night headcanons with the fontaine girls (particularly with chloride) where the character cant sleep? Doesn’t necessarily have to be nsfw

ofc, sweets. also, don’t mind me, i’m experimenting with the formatting here. just trying sum. ( omg i realized half way you said hcs, awwww fawkkk, i’m so sorry, my brain is not braining today)

↳ it’s hard to do these things alone

gn! reader | sfw | angsty/fluff

↳ featuring — furina, navia, clorinde, mona

mona’s part pretty short and sweet. i decided against more angst! clorinde’s midly nsfw. not proofread.

furina bites down on her bottom lip in agony, she turns her back towards your sleeping form, hoping you don’t wake up to her pathetic breakdown. she curls herself into a ball, hot tears fills her vision. the dreadful feeling of her heart gradually breaking into two because of the wretched prophecy haunting the corners of her mind deprives her of the desire to rest peacefully with you tonight.

is there anything she could possibly do to stop such an inevitable phenomenon? is she fit to save her people’s fate, your fate? she’s the hydro archon for goodness sake! of course not superior than her previous ancestor but she’s trying her best! but, is trying all she could do because it’s inevitable or she’s merely a cowardly god hidden in plain sight amongst her people? whichever it is, the responsibility and risk of maintaining a doomed nation is far too great to begin with—it was as though the weight of the ocean is on her shoulders. furina wants out but she doesn’t want to abandon her people and break their trust.

confused and frustrated, a broken sob left her lips; her body trembles. “ why me? “ furina forces out and repeats it over and over again like a broken record, desperately hoping celestia answers her.

but they never did. instead, arms wraps themselves around her shaking frame and pulled her closer to their front. it was you who silently answered. you grasp her bawled fist and gently pried it open with your fingers. you intertwine your hand with hers and squeezed it. furina sobs harder at the fact that you’ve heard her cries of despair and came to her aid. “ i-i did n-not mean to w-wake you, — i-i was— “

you hushed her and nuzzled your face into her unruly pale blue curls. touched by your warmth, her sobs eventually died down into soft snivels. furina tightly grips your hand, afraid that you’ll disappear.

some of the cracks etched in furina’s heart healed and the shattered shards of her bruised self-esteem are carefully pieced back together by you for another day.

with a frustrated sigh, navia peels herself from your arms and sits upright against the headboard. she couldn’t sleep and how could she? tonight is the anniversary night of her father’s death. her mind was plagued with negative thoughts and unwanted memories from the past she desperately wished she could change. “ all i want is rest, i don’t want to go through this right now. not tonight. “ navia mutters bitterly, pushing back blond strands of hair that hung over her eyes.

navia sighs once more, this time shaky as she hunches over and places her palms over her tired eyes. it was way too late to visit her father’s grave and it’s not like she wants to wake you up to comfort her like a distressed damsel—that wouldn’t feel right to her. she shouldn’t trouble you, she already did enough of that today. tears of frustration wells up in her eyes, she sniffs. maybe a nice walk will help while she sorts out her mind.

she gently takes the covers off of her body and slides her legs off the mattress. before she can get up, her wrist was caught in a gentle yet firm grip. “ mon coeur, where are you going? “ you sleepily asked. navia straightens her back, having no intention of turning around to meet your eyes as there’s a chance that you’ll see the fresh tears on her face. she clears her throat, “ i am. .going to go on a walk. th-that is all, mon amour. “

navia hoped that you didn’t catch her slip up and if you did, she wishes you don’t address it. she bit the inside of her cheek as she felt your gaze on her back. after a moment, the sheets rustled and she feels your arm around her waist. you use your other hand to brush her beautiful long blond hair to the side to kiss at her nape tenderly. each kiss you pressed against her skin made her chest tighten with a indescribable feeling that made her want to bawl her eyes out.

please let me go. i don’t want to unravel in front of you.

she thought, lips pursed in a tight line. “ come back to me when you’re ready, navia. i’ll be here waiting for you. “ you finally said, pressing one final kiss against her nape and let her go.

tears silently flowing down her cheeks, she nods. navia gets up, walks to the door and pauses.

she inhales and exhales to gather herself before saying, “ thank y-you for understanding, (name). “

the door opens and closes behind her.

the duelist stares blankly at the beige ceiling, mind heavy with unspoken woes she tucked away behind locked lips. “ you’ve been staring at that ceiling for a minute. can’t sleep, clorinde? “ you asked worriedly, touching her cheek with the back of your hand. she turns her head, her lilac eyes meets yours. “ i. .am afraid i can’t, mon/ma chéri/e. “ she whispers.

“ why? “

clorinde pauses.

“ i do not know. “ she lies(?), the melancholic dip in her voice causes you to frown. clorinde believes that her personal matters should not interfere with her relationship with you. however, she also knows that not being honest with you about how she feels could cause a rift between you two.

“ but, “ she faces her body towards yours and cups your cheek. her eyes softens, devotion evident in them. “even if i cannot sleep, being by your side is enough. i am grateful to spend my night with you.” with that, clorinde locks her lips with yours passionately. she tasted like expensive wine you could only get on a special occasion; addictive and rare. “ me too. “ you breathed, ghosting your hand over her bare hip.

your tongue swipes over her peach lips, asking for entrance. she gladly opens up and her tongue brushes past yours as it enters your warm cavern. heated touches and kisses quickly ignites the desire bubbling in your belly. “ j’ai envie de toi. . “ she mutters against your lips, before gracefully rolling herself on top of you. you chuckled, resting your hands on her stomach,

“ then what are you waiting for ma chérie? “

“ mona, stay in bed! your astrology stuff can wait! “

you whine, tightening your arms around her waist as she tries to squirm her way out of your hold. “ unhand me! i simply want to check to see if everything’s in place before i lay my head—“

“ we both know if you get up out of this bed, you won’t come back in! “

knowing that you’re right, she huffs, her body relaxing in your arms. if mona’s restless, she would literally run around the home to make sure everything is in the right spot and untouched then proceed to sit at her desk to “ study “.

a moment of silence fills the room.

.

.

“ mona? “

“ what is it? “

“ i never heard you speak french before. since you’re basically from fontaine, are you naturally fluent in french? you have quite the sexy accent. ”

“ ugh, obviously. i see no need to use it since i am not in— wait right this second, sexy?! must you really use that crude word to describe my manner of speech?!”she squeaks, her cheeks and ears bright red.

“ um. .yes? i’m being honest, mona. i heard that french is one of the most romantic languages in teyvat. perhaps you can try and speak some french to me while you— “

“ e-enough of your blabbering, i’m going to bed! “

j’ai envie de toi = i want you ( intimately )

mon coeur = my heart

[kazutora-kurokawa]

I’ve been waiting for your request to be open ! Omg yay 🥺🤍 hope you’re doing well !

Anyways, I’ve been dying for a FWB with the TR guys. ( your choice ) But they get mad when say someone else pays you attention or you hang with someone they don’t like let’s say it’s Hanma 😌😉

TokRev x Reader: Jealous FWB

♡ SFW->NSFW, fem reader, jealousy, rough sex, degradation, praise, oral->fem and male receiving ♡

Characters: Takemichi, Taiju, Baji

note: I'm doing good thanks for asking, I hope you're doing good too 🫶 I can't believe I haven't written something like this yet, like where has this idea been all my life lmao

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Takemichi

🍀 Probably starts crying when he sees you hanging out with another guy

🍀 Confronts you later on like you're in an actual relationship

"Y/n, how could you do this to me? I thought we were solid."

🍀 You're just looking at him confused as hell like huh?

🍀 You have to explain to him that you two aren't in a relationship and that he can't control who you see (and that the guy was just a friend)

🍀 He cries harder because he feels embarrassed that he thought you two were together

🍀 You make it up to him by giving him head, he feels a little less jealous when you're choking on his dick (fat dick Michi supremacy 🛐)

Taiju

🦈 Super possessive over you, all attention is bad attention if it isn't from him

🦈 Gets jealous over the simplest things, literally all you did was say hello to Koko and Inui

🦈 This man was throwing a bitch fit ong

🦈 He popped up at your house later to punish you and was extra rough with you

🦈 The sounds of his dick wrecking your pussy were absolutely filthy

🦈 He was degrading you the entire time too

"Look at you, you nasty little slut. Taking my dick like a good girl~"

Baji

🔥 He's relatively chill when it comes to you hanging out with other guys, just not when it comes to his friends

🔥 You showed up to a Toman meeting (to see him) and he was giving you the side eye the whole time

🔥 He did not like the way you were laughing and joking with them

🔥 He was salty asf on the ride home too

🔥 As soon as you hit the door he got you pinned on the couch and he's in between your legs

🔥 Eats the soul out of you and praises you the whole time

"So pretty, my little cutiepie, all fucking mine ♡"

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[tearsofcalamity]

mr. cold feet p2

⊹ character(s). sampo koski ⊹ genre. n/sfw ⊹ tags. gn!afab!reader (no prns, but reader has female anatomy), dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!sampo, riding, dacryphilia, overstimulation, slight edging, slight degrading, reader calls sampo puppy/slut/whore, sampos a whimperer we all know it, reader's kinda mean but sampo likes it

congrats... you found my little side blog .... ;3 head on over to meaningofaeons for p1, but this can be read standalone! also, trying a diff writing style for this blog ^w^

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI PLEASE!

a nice reservation at the goethe hotel, all on sampo's dime.

the nice thing though, really, was having such an insufferable man trapped beneath you, stuck between you and the bed.

it was only fitting that he be in such a position after all the trouble he'd caused you.

seeing him whimper wasn't all that bad either.

"p-please," sampo murmured, a vice grip on your wrist as you ran your hand over his tent, just barely giving him the slightest twinges of pleasure with each motion.

you'd had him like this for well over a half an hour, and you could see the tears gathering in his eyes.

even with the minimal stimulation, he'd gotten quite close to cumming a few times, before you noticed and brutally ripped away all pleasure from him.

"w-when— hah— when I invited you back here, mm... it w-wasn't for this, sweetheart..." sampo tries to coax you, putting on his best puppy-dog eyes. his attempt is interrupted as his brows pull together when you rub particularly slowly over his clothed tip, agonizing with every motion.

"cute names won't get you anywhere, koski. I'm sick of your schemes. you nearly got me in trouble with pela and the other guards last time."

"I sa—aah, ah!—said I'm sorry!" he cries between huffs, giving an experimental buck into your hand. the moment he does so, he freezes up, your darkened eyes sending a shiver up his spine.

"you did, huh? you said you're sorry..." you hum contemplatively, and the man eagerly cants his hips forward again, taking any opening he can.

he almost regrets his cheekiness when you plant both hands on the openings at his hips and push, shoving him further into the plush of the mattress. he whines at the loss of your hand on his hard on, but the pout he dons is immediately replaced by a wolflike grin when you practically tear at his pants to get them off.

"then I suppose you deserve some kind of reward for apologizing. don't you think?"

"y-yes, haah, please—mm, yes!" he whines like a dog in heat, twitching at every slight brush against his cock. you yank his boxers off next, and you don't know if you've ever seen sampo look so happy.

"please! please!" he chants over and over.

"so polite, sampo. such a good boy."

so, you give him what he wants.

precum practically oozes from his tip as he wretchedly thrusts into the air, giving you just the slide you needed to start jerking him off with vigor. he lets out a howl of pleasure, his hands grasping at the sheets, tearing at them as you moved your fingers in a ring up and down his shaft.

schlick, schlick, schlick

he's panting, whining, moaning, not even half sure what to do with himself as you lean down and let your tongue writhe into his slit.

sampo almost reaches to grasp at your hair, to try and get your mouth to move just a bit further down, but even through his hazy thoughts he knows there's a high chance of you ripping away all pleasure should he try such a thing.

as if sensing his desperation and granting him a sliver of mercy, you take his cockhead into your mouth, sucking hard and lashing your tongue across it over and over.

the bitter taste of his pre hits your tastebuds, but it's outweighed by the sweet yelp he lets out.

"more—more, please! y/n, please, please—" sampo's expression is completely fucked out when you glance up at him, tear tracks already prevalent on his cheeks as his tongue nearly lolls out of his mouth.

"g-gonna cum! please—hah! please! cumming! 'm cumming!"

right... he always was pretty easy. or maybe that's just the effect you have on him.

to his amazement, you only speed up your motions, his wanton cries heard and appreciated as his load spills past your lips. he's panting heavily, desperate to catch his breath, a dazed smile on his face as he stares down at you with adoration.

his smile quickly falls at your cruel smirk. then, your hand begins moving again.

"w-wait, wait—ah! ah! wait!" he begins pleading, eyes blown wide as you pick up your pace, thumb digging into his slit now in place of your tongue. he grits his teeth, throwing his head back and exposing his pretty white neck to you as he lets out a loud moan.

you lean up as you jack him off, pressing yourself against his chest as he writhes in place, biting his lip hard. he's sniffling already, the soft noises punctuated by the moans he's letting slip.

"y/n, p-please, hurts, please," sampo begs, pulling his best teary, pitiful gaze on you. it's interrupted by another particularly long stroke, his mouth falling open as he struggles against you. "please! can't—"

"oh, yes you can," you smile wickedly, wringing more cries out of him. he grips the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white, eyes rolling back into his head as you bite down on his neck, leaving a nice mark on his pretty flesh.

eventually, the conman's whines and begs for you to stop devolve into mindless ramblings, his pleads shifting to asking for more once again as you bring him closer and closer to the edge, one hand circling his head while the other covers every inch of his shaft.

less cum spurts out from his spent cock once that coil in his belly snaps for the second time, the release leaving him trembling beneath your form.

"'m sorry... 'm sorry, so sorry—" sampo whimpers, flinching as you wipe his tears away, lip pouty, eyes shining. "won't... hah... won't ever do it again, please..."

the poor fool, in too much of a daze, doesn't even notice you lining up your entrance with his, not until you take him all in in one fluid motion.

his head flies back into the pillow again, the pain more prominent alongside the pleasure this time around thanks to your prior ministrations. your walls squeeze around his dick, and sampo moans despite himself, hands finding purchase on your hips.

he begins haphazardly thrusting up into you, catching you by surprise. but it only brings another grin to your face as you watch his eyes roll back again.

"oh? poor, dumb puppy," you huff out, immediately slamming your hips against his, causing him to cry out. his expression has formed into a nice, fucked-dumb smile, a pretty flush on his cheeks as he pants and grasps at your flesh. "you got all the cum wrung out of you, yet you're still so desperate for the little bit of pleasure you can chase. so pathetic. and here I thought you 'didn't invite me here for this.'"

"haah... haah, yes, mm— please, please," sampo whines, graciously accepting your lips as you kiss him sloppily, moving against him with vigor.

"can't even respond properly? too fucked out, slut?"

the blue-haired man nods, going for another kiss. you only grab his chin, pushing his head into the pillow as you quicken your motions. his cock slides in and out of you with ease, grazing that spot in you that makes your toes curl.

"come on. tell me what you are. or are you too dumb to do that? huh, sampo?"

you grind yourself down onto sampo, and he grabs onto you tighter. you can tell by the tears welling up in his lovely green eyes that he's about to cum again.

wet noises fill the space between you two as your juices mix with his cum-soaked cock, an unbearable heat just waiting to be quenched as you speed up.

"ah— please! gonna—"

"that's not what I asked, whore."

your hips slow, and his eyes are on yours immediately, pleading, desperate, begging you with his gaze alone to not stop.

"no! n-no! 'm sorry! I'm—"

"say it."

"I'm..." sampo bites his lip, tossing his head back again when you grind down, chasing your own pleasure. he moans with abandon. "I'm your slut, I'm your slut, pl-please, please, make me cum, fuck! fuck! please, make me cum! lemme cum!"

his words begin to slur together, and you laugh in his face, your cruelty punctured by a groan from your lips as you feel your own peak getting closer.

"all right, all right. go on, sampo," you tease, licking a stripe up his neck and painting his flesh with marks.

"ah— ah! ah! c-cumming! g-gonna—"

poor sampo can't even finish his sentence before his grasp becomes bruising, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as his thrusts go sloppy, his creamy seed filling you to the brim and spilling out past your cunt, overflowing.

you bite your lip, riding out your own high, gushing onto his cock as his warmth pumps inside of you.

you never would've expected he'd have that much left to give after before, but you always did get him going in a way you could never predict.

sampo is completely spent after that, his breathing desperate and haggard as he falls back onto the sheets. you spend a few moments catching your own breath, tousling his blue locks as he stares up at you with glistening eyes.

"so mean to me," he murmurs, burying his face into your neck. you only chuckle.

"as if you didn't lure me in here for all of this to begin with. you knew I wouldn't be merciful."

"lure you in?! hah!" sampo has the audacity to huff and sound offended. "the gall. I invited you here for a lovely, date-like evening, and yet—"

you cut him off when you slowly move to get off of him, his words trailing off as his eyes follow the cum dripping out of your cunt.

"sampo?"

"hey, y/n..." the blue-haired man regains his energy, moving to push your knees apart and slot himself right between your thighs, looking up at you from below. his grin is foxlike. "would ya be opposed to your good buddy sampo cleaning you up a little? y'know, to pay you back for before... the whole mr. cold feet thing, and all..."

your surprise turns into a little laugh, immediately reaching forward to grab and tug on his hair. sampo looks all-too pleased with the action, humming pleasurably as he already began nipping and kissing at your inner thighs, wet with your slick.

"well, who would I be to decline the first well-intentioned offer I've ever received from the sampo koski?"

sampo pouts a bit at that, but quickly huffs out a small moan as his cock grazes the bedsheets, his stamina returning with the prospect of eating you out good.

"I'll do my best to repay the favor~"

[omgwhatchloe]

rdr2 characters as year 7s FOR MY BRITISH BROS also i WILL be working on my askbox asap when i get motivation

john

-skips lessons whenever hes lost (I DID THIS IN YEAR 7😭)

-everyone knows him because of arthur

-plays football and yells at the quiet kids instead of getting food

-hosea found this out and was fuming (now makes him a packlunch and forces arthur who is in year 11 to check if hes eaten it at break)

-texts dutch to pick him up early (he never does)

-tried to act like a badman until his english teacher rung home (he cried on the bus home)

-arthur helped him with his supplies so he didnt get bullied

-tells people arthur will beat them up (he wont)

-“i taught your brother!!”

-has all his lessons with kieran and makes them all miserable for him

sean

-him and lenny are ultimate duo from primary school

-gets angry phone calls from darragh after buying his entire friendgroup paninis

-throws his radnor fizz down the stairs

-gets adopted by year 10s because of his accent

-iso at least once a week

-him and lenny insist on sitting at the back of the bus to the point the year 11s dont even fight it anymore

-diabolical concoctions in food tech when he actually remembers his stuff

-considered popular

-misses the bus to school and just sneaks back into bed only to scare darragh an hour later when the school asks where he is and he replies “HE ISNT AT SCHOOL???”

-only hits other peoples vapes

-has a football tiktok account

-most negatives/detentions in year 7

lenny

-teachers hate the fact hes friends with sean, they think seans a bad influence

-they dont realise lenny just has the same amount of evil in him

-absolutely refuses to vape

-brought a nike backpack to seem cool but cant fit all his stuff in there

-starts fights in the canteen queue

-surprising amount of teachers like him

-regularly misses the bus too school but isnt allowed to just go back to bed, either gets driven or has to walk

-always get crushed on his way to lesson

-always makes sean late because he begs him to walk him to lesson

kieran

-gets lost almost everyday and freaks out

-giant backpack so he can bring every bit of stationary on earth (ppl steal pencils from him)

-hides in his english teachers room at break because john wants to beat him up

-missed the bus home because he fell over and absolutely bawled

-he thought his parents would be mad but they were actually shitting themselves (it took him FOURTY MINUTES to tell a teacher he’d missed the bus and asked them to call his parents because he had no data)

-refuses to queue for food at lunch so takes a packup instead

-he moved from the opposite high school everyone hated (he was in that school for a day) so they all hate him too

-also hate him because hes an easy target

-runs to lesson

mary beth

-runs the year 7 school tiktok account and ships people

-had a meltdown in the school bathrooms after shipping her science and english teachers (both males) because they were launching a “full investigation”

-they never found out it was her

-used a tiktok slideshow to decide what to bring to school

-was doing super well popularity wise until she went in the library one break…

-also runs to lesson

-year 11s call her cute and laugh about how small

-reads on the bus but no one bullies her because karen sits next to her

karen

-mary beths og primary school friend no matter how different they are in high school

-follows tutorials on how to skip lesson and always gets caught

-drowns the classroom in her body spray

-genuinely looks like a chav because she doesnt know makeup

-proudly beefs year 8s and wins

-lies abt her age on snap

-denies the fact shes lost and comes to almost all her lessons late

-vapes on the bus and physically fights with sean

-both of them end up getting kicked off and continue to fight

-hated by everyone on the bus because shes yelling at 8am

javier

-walks to lesson with john and gets them both lost

-coats his hair in gel every single day

-makes tiktoks on the bus until his phone dies

-spent extreme time and effort planning how he was going to look at school

-the teachers think hes funny at first but he actually is infuriating

-will probably pick music as a gcse

-john accidentally smashed his chromebook

-has all the gaming websites

-got iso for calling john a slur

micah

-immediately expelled for a hatecrime in the first week and was never heard from again

[madschiavelique]

I just hope you know your dialogue and scene structuring is one of the most talented and beautiful things I've seen thus far. it gives me inspiration for my own Viktor fic that's in the works and after reading ACOI i never want to read anything else on here EVER again.

I can just SEE the love and dedication that goes into each character, and scene, and the story is flourishing beautifully and its all thanks to your beautiful mind working its wonders

I cant wait for more of the readers backstory and how the tarot cards are going to play into everything and AGH i want to strangle my pillow in excitement. please never stop writing in general, you have such a talent and i want everyone on this godforsaken planet to be able to read it.

kicking my feet giggling rn bruh, throwing my pillow at my closet door, punching tyler in the face out of pure hatred, denying my feeling for viktor rn type hours tonight im being so fr

hey (sobs.) this is the kindest thing ever LIKE NGL I CRIED READING THIS OKAY

i've mentioned it before but i used to think my dialogues were SHIT and now seeing that you guys are basically DEVOURING it makes me feel so proud and happy ?? like WOW i'm writing these two sillies (and more) and it's actually believable and good interactions ?? 2020 lil me would have her heart through the ROOF if she knew that !!

when i tell y'all i'm an addict on this fic like the other day i was basically writing a whole chapter in my phone notes in the transports while on rush hour like I HAD TO GET THE THOUGHTS DOWN

also when u said "you have such a talent and i want everyone on this godforsaken planet to be able to read it." i literally shed a tear like- it would be an actual dream if - by miracle - i rewrite acoi (once it's finished) into an actual story, changing bits and pieces of the arcane universe to make it fit to one i'll create and renaming viktor and reader in characters with the same attributes but a bit different (obviously would have to make reader an oc but yEA)

anywho i'm rambling, you made my NIGHT after all i've been doing the past 6 hours is sitting at my desk to try and finish my hw for tomorrow, i thank you a lot and punch tyler too for good luck <3333

[lux1fer]

y'all remember that discord rp animatic abt ink and error. guess who worked on it some more ya so a lot's happened! the animatic actually leaves off really early in the rp- a lot of stuff has been happening, its just that a lot less of it is error and ink related lol the story goes as follows: (providing timestamps so u guys know what im talking abt) 0:00 ink and error (alongside many others) are trapped in this safehouse(the multiverse outside it is collapsing) which. as the name depicts. keeps them safe the safehouse has a dome surrounding it that's miles thick with concrete, metal, all that 0:13 error REALLY does not like being trapped here, so he tried breaking through the walls with his blasters 0:26 ink attempts to convince him not to (as it is against the rules to break the walls) but error doesn't listen. they have a big fight and error ends up breaking the dome's outer layer- which is what essentially lights up the entire place, and gives the illusion they're on earth. 0:51 he, alongside ink, are sent to a dungeon as punishment. (they end up making a friend there) and they use the owner of the dome's aunt to bribe him into letting everyone out. 1:17 error and the owner end up having a private discussion, in which error realizes the owner- the guy he DESPISED, was exactly like him. they both killed multiverses. they both killed people for fun. 1:22 he ends up having a fight with his own morals, before deciding he'd change for the better. 1:29 error frees the owner's aunt in exchange for the freedom of the people locked in the dungeon with him. 1:42 while he's walking out of the dungeon, he apologizes to ink for everything he's done 1:45 error walks back to his room and cries. 1:48 ink ends up pushing a chocolate bar with a note on it through the crook at the bottom of error's door the note says he forgives him. error cries again because of it. 1:51 ink and error end up hugging

thats where the story left off previously, buuuuuut its continued :3 1:52 eventually, ink realizes that he's run out of his lil emotion vials due to the corruption of the multiverse, which is an issue ! 1:59 due to ink's rapidly decaying health, error decides to give up half of his soul to save the guy from going kaput! this causes issuesss 2:04 nightmare- who had come to the safehouse, decides to mess with error's mind. he convinces him to get back into his old habits, under the pretense that he's weak and pathetic otherwise. error believes this. (also nightmare was redesigned by a friend of mine- her name is al! she doesnt have tumblr i dont believe though so raghh i cant ping her) 2:17 in what can only be described as a mental breakdown, error attempts to take back the half of his soul he gave to ink 2:30 error hesitates- he doesn't truly want to hurt ink, though he's not too sure why. 2:36 (its not on screen cus i couldn't fit it) error decides to capture and attempt to kill pj and gradient (who are here too!) instead, but this backfires as ink was no longer captured. ink knocks him out with his brush. WAGHH so much word vomit ! this rp is so much fun though i didnt mention it in the other post but i figure id mention it here; this rp is hosted by my good friend @interncontinental! i really suggest you check his work out, he makes amazing artwork and is super creative with worldbuilding and character creation :3

[haethyre]

Chaos Theory Thoughts

Well, I just binged the entire thing. I had so many thoughts episode to episode but wanted to wait till the end to compile my thoughts.

MAN Some decisions were certainly made huh????

I was almost overwhelmed by all the drama jkfhajksdhf I was initially very upset about what happened with Yaz and Sammy, but seeing the way it resolved was really sweet and I think made them stronger. and they had so many cute kisses and moments jhdfjdshj I was just upset not to see them together for like half the season.

I was upset Camp Fam kinda split up over the years. Which, i mean, i get. Life happens. its realistic. but its also a bit like "you know what? *unhappies your ending*" But again, seeing people grow apart and then come back together is a nice trope so I'll allow it. XD If they didnt reconcile I'd have more of a problem.

I did have a problem with Darius randomly being in love with Brooklyn tho. I mean, I get it. Time skip. We didn't really see what happened that led him to that place. And he was a kid in Camp Cretaceous so he may not have been attuned to such things yet. But it took me off guard (i guess its also cause i could swear i read an article or something shortly after CC ended about him possibly being ace. not saying that means he cant fall in love. And honestly, it would make sense considering, to me, they made a lot more sense to me than Kenji and her...but idk. I guess I just didn't expect it?) but I have no real attachment to either ship so whatever happens happens I guess. XD I just dont think he needed to be in love with her to be messed up about what happened to her. He got in a similar way over when he thought Ben died. (speaking of which, I looooved Darius and Ben's interactions this season)

Also. I knew she couldn't be dead. It threw me through a loop when they said she died. i was like "They killed off Brooklyn?????? sheee's not deaaaad." I had a feeling she was gonna show up at the very end. and she did! Gosh. things are gonna be soooo awkward when they reunite XD Aaaaaa

But yeah, I always doubt death scenes when you dont see them die XD

also BUMPY. AND BABY. So cute. I love Bumpy. I'm glad she's okay. jhfgjsd Ben and Bumpy always make me emotional. when he cried i was like nooooooo ;w; babyyyyyy

The animation looked amazing throughout. Have to fit that in somewhere.

I'll admit I was surprised because I thought this was just going to be a one off. But it looks like there'll be another season so I'm excited. I'll have something to look forward to.

All in all, some questionable things aside, I thought it was a good season and left me wanting to see where it goes. I was missing all these characters when CC ended, so I'm happy to see them again in any capacity.