#i guess it makes sense bc it’s like out of sight out of mind

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turns out when you don’t use social media you actually seize to exist to everyone you know which is kind of a blessing and definitely a curse

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AH-AH-APHRODISIAC?!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: you and your lover accidentally eat chocolates with aphrodisiacs on valentine's day night tags: small plot, p in v , desperate hot n needy a/n: hihi my lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡ here are my (late) chocolate gift to you for valentine's day! this one is a lil rushed bc i wanted to have a fluff and a smut written for this holiday so apologies! thank you to my beta reader @ilovemitsuya mwah ily (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ anyways i hope you all enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ cr. to the banners cafekitsune ! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He closes his eyes, parting his lips slightly as you gently place the chocolate in his mouth, watching him savor the taste as he guesses what flavor the luxury Valentine’s chocolate box. With each correct guess, a kiss is exchanged but whoever gets it wrong has to eat another chocolate that they didn’t like. As the game progresses, each sweet kiss becomes more lingering and more urgent. The box sat untouched and the game remained forgotten as you both have something better to eat in mind.

-

It’s hard to think about how much exactly chocolates you and Xavier ate when you he’s fucking into your swollen pussy. He groans, spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, your inner thighs coated with his cum. Your clit glistening in the moonlight as he circles it softly with the sensitive head of his cock, dragging it up and down. It hasn’t even been a minute until your bodies are set ablaze again, growing intense with every passing second you two aren’t connected. You both were so needy for each other, your senses completely heightened than any time you two were intimate. His hot girthy dick stretches you out so deliciously that it's gonna leave an imprint on your stomach. 

Both your bodies are on fire as he desperately thrusts in and out of you as hard and fast as he can, tangled limbs just holding on to whatever you can hold as long as you’re touching each other.

His cock, pistons in and out of your weeping cunt at a relentless pace, both your visions fogging up with no thoughts other than relieving each other. A chorus of obscene noises spill out of both of you, all of it incoherent. Remnants of his cum seeps out of you due to the pacing of his thrusts, your cunt mercilessly filled.

You’re clamping down on his cock with so much desperation as you feel your orgasm approaching. They way you’re creaming on his cock, clenching around him with trembling legs, was sight only he can see and hear. He planned to make you see the stars but he saw them shining in your eyes instead, the tears welling up your eyes as he sets the animalistic pace over and over again until the burning heat dies down between you both.

Zayne:

Valentine's day, the day where you exchange and share one or two or maybe the whole box of chocolates together. You and Zayne swapped a few sweets and chocolate gifts but on your end, you ended up letting him indulge in his sweet tooth, giving him more than just a couple boxes. Neither of you gave much thought to the luxury box cover when you picked it up. One by one, each chocolate disappears from the box as you pick one up, taking a bite as you pass him the other half as he does the same for you.  It didn’t long for the sweetness of the chocolate to go away, the heat in each other’s bodies growing every second as you both craved for something much more sweeter, abandoning the box of chocolates.

-

Clearly one or five more rounds wasn’t enough for this burning ache to go away. Minutes turned into hours as he poured his cum into you, dripping down to his balls and down to your thighs. No amount of position could put an end to the heat that seemed to crawl deeper into your core every second he pulled away from you. Your body temperatures together were so high it turned you two into a muddled mess. How could he possibly ignore his lover sobbing for him, begging for more, when he needed you just as much as you needed him?

He hovers over you, trying his best not to crush you in his hold. The once composed and restrained doctor has vanished tonight, both your senses completely heightened as he desperately explores the familiar path of your body. 

His delicate, practiced and precise hands from years of surgery, rip and tug at your clothing, the urgency from the heat building in him. Each one of Zayne’s and your clothing were carelessly thrown across the house, leaving a messy trail to your shared bedroom. Marks and scratches cover his body as you try to reach for more, as if the hold you had on him wasn’t enough.

Your lips constantly chase after each other, pulling away just to catch your breaths. He rolls his hips against yours, the room filled with the sounds of your combined moans and the rhythm of your entangled bodies. His cock makes you spill sounds that you didn’t even know could come out of your mouth. Chest pressed against each other, everything had your head spinning, both of you full of primal need. His cock strokes all the right places inside you, his heavy balls smacking wetly against your cunt with every deep thrust he gives you. His thick pink sensitive head of his cock rubs your sweet spot so perfectly, sending waves of pleasure over your body. Hours and hours with no other thoughts than anything other than making you feel good and making that heat go away was his only priority.

Rafayel:

He bought you the most expensive box of chocolates, not looking at the brand or the printing on the packages but because he saw it was filled with pictures of assortment of sweets you’d love. He thought they were overpriced because of the luxury design and the fact that it was for Valentine’s day but with each bite, he found himself caving in for more. You both felt so warm, the warmth surging through your bodies that traveled down to your lower half. The more you both indulged, the more you both seemed to need something that was a much more sweet temptation.

-

You both were so hot, more than you two have ever been that the heat was enough to stop the cold weather from making you shiver. His eyes clenched shut as hot pants slip past his pretty lips, his mind fogging up as he feels your warm cunt wrap around him so perfectly, like always. 

The only thing in his mind is you, your sweet cunt squeezing his cock like heaven sent and how you roll your hips against him oh so right. 

He thinks you’re truly a work of art, filled with marks of him. You look so perfect whether it’s in front of him or behind him, painting such a pretty picture with your face in all the right angles as your face contorted in absolute pleasure.

You both roll and shift on the blanket, finding the perfect position that hits the right angles to relieve the throbbing heat between your legs. Everytime you take his buckets of his white warm seed, the burning ache always seems to come back. There is not a single part of your body that isn’t drenched from your mixed sweat, arousal or his cum.

Did someone bewitch you two? Did they think- Nevermind, he can’t think properly when you’re clenching down on him like this. He feels the way you flutter around him. Every squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, every drip of your arousal that coats his length, is as if he was truly part of you. 

His skin tingles irritably, aching desperately for your touch even after a second without it. Even the small sounds that escape past your lips lure him in like a sailor listening to a siren's song.  His thrusts grow faster, his hips slamming over and over again against yours as if his life duty was to repopulate Lemuria.

Sylus:

The night grew uncomfortably hot for you two, the ache between your legs was relentless and impossible to ignore. The cold breeze from the new city you two traveled too for a small getaway was not helping at all. You two didn’t drink much but the chocolates you were both gifted, disappeared between you both. Each bite melted in your mouths but soon the warmth settled over you both. The anticipation back to the suite was palpable, both of you greeted by a romantic rose trail scattered across the floor that led to a heart-shaped arrangement on the shared bed. As much as you wanted to appreciate this, you both seek- craved a remedy only you two could provide each other.

-

It didn’t take that long for that rose petal trail to be forgotten, scattered and kicked aside as you both stumble towards the bed, your lips hungrily chase after each other. Needy hands rip each other’s clothes off while your blazing bodies smash against each other, the rose petals jump off the bed once it feels the weight shift of you two fall onto it. He groans into your lips, pulling away to leave a wet trail down your neck, collecting the expensive perfume he’s gotten you on his tongue.

Sylus loves to take it slow with you, his favorite thing to do is explore your body as if he hasn’t before. But tonight, tonight his movements are rushed, desperate to see you, to feel you. Pure love still in his eyes, needy hands never really able to linger on spot for too long. No other thoughts but just you and how his body craves more and more.

The tip of his cock pushes his hot sticky mess back into your sopping cunt, groans escaping past his lips. Your walls were so sweet, so velvety, so intoxicating that the thought of those chocolates has given him an addiction from how much he can’t seem to pull away from you, brushes away from his mind.. How overpowering his deep thrusts would be, not caring at all if this bed broke or how the building shook.

His thick cock engulfed into the warmth of your clenching walls, his large hands intertwined with yours as he swallows all the sweet and pretty sounds that escape past your lips with the shove of his tongue, taking him deeper than you possibly could. His balls ram into your remorselessly, placing hot wet kisses down your neck. Your words are jumbled due to his cock pumping and out of you relentlessly from your heat as if it were to split you in half.

Your orgasm hits you hard, his following right after. His face contorts into pure pleasure, one of the best images to grace your eyes and ears as you breathlessly chant his name. While you take your time catching your breath, he’d let his fingertips graze your arm, hand cupping the side of your face while his thumb rubs along your cheek, feeling his dick twitch inside you again.

Caleb:

Dinner was going by smoothly, key word was, until something shifted in both your bodies. The special Valentine’s Day meal he prepared for you was devoured, your bright smile whenever you bit into the food was proof enough that each bite hit the spot. Until you both got to the desert, the chocolate covered strawberries recipe he found online he rushed while prepping dinner. A few bites in, the room seemed to grow hotter, your appetites shifting and craved something much more enticing.

-

He’s already a whimpering mess once you pull away from his lips, feeling like the distance between you two were a million miles apart. The touch of your needy hands to try and rip his clothes off was painfully slow. He needed more and he knew you did too. 

What was in that recipe? How much did he eat? His dick is so hard he thinks it might just explode before he even has a chance to feel your soaked walls. His desperation was so palpable that his needy whines ring in your ear as he slips it in, ripping off your panties beforehand while babbling ‘sorry sorry need you please please’ and that he’ll promise to get you new ones next time. You barely catch any of his words, your mind fogging with each drag of his cock against your sweet spot. Breathless praises for you slip past his lips, fanning your ear with his warm breath, making your velvety walls flutter and tighten around him in response.

His hips increase in speed and power, his name breathlessly escaping your lips as he knocks the air out of your lungs. His cock rubbed your walls so deliciously, making you forget the heat for a second, just for a second.

Spurts of his hot white cum into your body was not enough to please the ache in your bodies. Caleb only whines your name, pounding into your poor pussy with a merciless pace. He feels so guilty knowing he takes his time, he always takes his time with you but he’s chasing a high so desperately that his body is on autopilot, moaning pathetically into your ears. The sounds of wet skin and skin fill the kitchen for hours and hours, the special dinner he planned in mind growing cold but the one he held in his embrace growing hotter by the minute.

a/n extra: hihi again! here is my fluff valentines day headcanons and kinda where the scene in the story takes place: Valentine's Day

my past works: masterlist pg. 1 , pg. 2

[improbable-outset]

I hath a steamy scientist Miguel suggestion

Imagine he’s working on an aphrodisiac and is being as careful as he possibly can be. However he didn’t consider how his spider biology makes him immune in certain doses. So he keeps the cap on the bottle off for just a few moments. Enough for you to walk in and immediately get a whiff.

But you don’t notice at first and take it as some horniness, however the drug comes in waves. And as Miguel goes in to hug you. You can help but hump him. The rest you decide :3

I love this idea omg- I know I posted saying I was gonna post this on Friday but I got too impatient lol

📄 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

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𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Wife!Reader, Aphrodisiac influences, dry humping, innuendos. Reader just being extra horny lmao

𝐀/𝐍: You know, in my two and a half years of writing smut, I’ve only written a dry humping fic once (forest sex lmao a clusterfuck bc I stepped out of my comfort zone for that one) so it’s not the best 😭 but I guess practice makes progress

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It’s a routine for you to come into Miguel’s lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere

You could see him through the big glass window that offered a wide view of his lab’s interior. He had his back facing you, perched on the swivel chair, but you noticed him tinkering with some test tubes on the bench in front of him.

Nothing new; he would always be working on something whenever you came here. He still hadn’t noticed you were just a few feet away from him, too engrossed in whatever it was he was working on.

You stepped towards the doors, clutching the paper bag in your hand with food you were planning to share with him. The lab doors opened with a hydraulic hiss, finally catching Miguel’s attention.

He craned his neck towards your direction. He held a hard gaze, obviously annoyed with whoever just barged into his lab, but that immediately morphed into a tender smile once he saw it was you.

As you stepped further into his lab, the sterile smell got stronger— a scent you were all too familiar with. But this time there was another faint underlying scent that you couldn’t fully capture.

It tingled your senses but you brushed it off as just another compound he was probably synthesising. Again, nothing new.

“Hey you…” he said, his voice rich like honey.

He peeled off his latex gloves and stood up from his chair abruptly in jubilant, the swivel chair squeaked from the sudden absence of his weight.

Your lips tugged up in a shy smile. “Hey there stranger,”

He had his lab coat on that shrouded the digital spider suit underneath. A testament of his dual life as a superhero and a scientist.

You’ve always seen him like this whenever you would visit him on the clock, but for some reason as he stepped closer towards you with long strides, you felt your heart rate increase and a sudden heat rushing to your core.

“Sorry about the mess, I didn’t expect you to come so early,” he finished his sentence by dumping the gloves in a nearby bin.

Your senses were tingling more prominently now and the new scent you smelt earlier was getting more apparent. There was a sudden alluring shift in the air and you couldn’t tell if it was the smell that was getting to your head or your husband's sudden accelerated sex appeal. Either way you could feel your mind slowly turn into mush.

“Are those for me?” Miguel asked, pointing to the bag. His question quickly forced you back into the present, away from your chain of thoughts.

You nodded quickly, too afraid to open your mouth. Instead you thrust your hand out with the bag for him to take.

He took the bag from you and peeked inside. “Tres leches cake?”

You could feel your heart almost leap out of your chest the way his face lit up. A sight you would forever burn into your psyche. He placed the bag down on the nearest bench and cupped your cheeks.

The coldness of the platinum from the wedding band brushed against your flushed skin as he held your face in his hands. His touches felt like fire to you, making you jolt ever so slightly.

“You're really spoiling me here, mi alma. Really helping me forget about how terrible today was going,” he uttered, slowly leaning his face closer to yours.

His words would’ve tugged your heartstrings but right now, you couldn’t fully focus on what he was saying. The tingling feeling was too strong for you to ignore now, and his gaze he had on you wasn’t helping either.

He kissed your lips, soft and tender, yet you felt like you were going to combust. Those few seconds his lips were on yours felt like a lifetime before he pulled away, but his broad arms now enveloped around your waist, keeping you in his warmth.

The close proximity between the two of you was making you dizzy. You were hyper aware of how his body was pressed against yours, and you could almost feel your clit brush over his crotch.

If you were to grind your hips right now, you could probably rub the sensitive bud just right.

You really didn’t want to ruin a sweet moment. He was just showing his appreciation to you but you couldn’t help yourself from rolling your hips against his crotch just once.

You weren’t surprised when you got no response. He probably just saw it as a mishap. Reluctantly, you did it again, a little rougher this time.

It definitely didn’t go unnoticed by him now because you heard a stifled groan against your neck. He pulled his face away just enough so you could see him.

“Mig…” you whispered. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going through your head. If only he knew.

There were several reasons why this wasn’t the best time to be doing this, in his workplace more specifically, but your mind was too hazy to even come up with one.

Your senses were thrown out the window and you started to grind against his lower half, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Easy…I’m-” Miguel's words were cut off when you felt a sudden jab between his legs. He was getting aroused just as you were. You angled yourself so you had better access to his hips, with your arms wrapped around his neck. His hardened dick gave the perfect pressure you needed.

“So, is this what you wanted? You missed me this much, hm?” The words escaped in a breathy tone, and you could see his fangs emerging from his canine as he opened his mouth to talk. You could sense the underlying teasing in his voice that had your wetness pool your panties.

You didn’t know where this sudden urge came from. You were actually fully intending on spending this time sharing the cake you made. But the euphoria was coming in strong waves and you couldn’t resist anymore.

Your clit was starting to throb as you felt his dick grind against your clothed cunt. Even if he only had a digital suit on that could easily disappear with a few taps of his watch, it still felt painfully restricted.

Your walls were clutching onto nothing, desperate to feel him inside you and reach every crevice.

You didn’t expect him to start grinding his hips onto you too. You had to bite back your desperate moan from the sudden shift in dynamics. The way he was rubbing on you made your panties press onto your slick folds as more of your wetness was spilling out of your cunt.

Your arms reached to his waist to pull his hips further against yours, a desperate attempt to get more friction out of him. Your knees were about to give in and you could only just about hold yourself up. A staggered moan was heard from him before he halted suddenly.

“The window.” He managed to spatter out. Your line of vision quickly turned to where he was looking.

The window, the first thing you would see before you would come into the lab. All the moisture dried up from your mouth and it was not just from your breathless moans.

There was a momentary pause in your arousal that was quickly replaced with frustration. You were so caught up in trying to chase your high, you weren’t focusing on your surroundings.

Any Spider Person could walk past here and catch you both. The last thing you wanted was your husband, a leader that had so many people relying on him, to be caught red handed in a predicament from something you initiated.

He withdrew himself away from you, taking all the warmth with him to pull up the sleeve of his lab coat. It was an easy fix, all he had to do was tap on his watch, turning the glass opaque and giving the privacy you both needed.

Just when he was about to pull you in again, he froze. Something else was on his mind. He turned his face to his bench where he was working before you came in. You frowned from his lack of attention.

“What now?” You huffed, your torment evident in your voice. Was he going to go back to work? Did he not want you here anymore? His sudden dismissal made you feel ill with unease.

“Shock, the aphrodisiac was uncapped.” He said as he swiftly moved to the bench. You blinked, trying to process if you heard him right.

“What?”

“The aphrodisiac, it was an oversight. Explains why you were acting so…needy just now,” he placed the cap back onto the vial, the scent from earlier slowly fading away. You cocked your brow inquisitively.

“Why are you messing around with an aphrodisiac in the first place?” You didn’t think he would need a sex enhancing substance as a geneticist.

Even after he secured the cap back onto the aphrodisiac, your clit was still throbbing and you were still desperate for some sort of release.

“It’s not what it looks like. I was working on an experimental chemical compound for a project. I guess I underestimated how strong the reaction could get,” he said sheepishly, turning back to face you again.

“My God, Miguel…” you sighed. It was all making sense now. You wouldn’t be feeling this turned on without some sort of stimuli.

“But we don’t have to stop. I could pause my work for a little longer for some ‘us-time’” he said before lifting you and placing you on a clearer bench. A smirk crept on his lips and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes.

Despite the air being charged along with your flared libido, you still didn’t forget the main reason you came in here.

“What about the cake?” You gestured to the bag that was still sitting on the other end of the bench.

“The cake can wait, we might as well finish what you started without any unintended side effects,” he ended his sentence with a tap on his watch, disengaging his suit.

Precum was already leaking from the tip…

Eager and pent up.

I hope I did you justice here lol. A wise women (one of my fave fic writers) once said, your clit throbbing is your second heartbeat ;)

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AT A LOSS

TAGS: WIFE!READER [Originally just mentioned once in dialogue but otherwise just spouse is used when describing said relationship between characters], Husband!Caracalla x Reader x Unrequited!Geta, Mentions of sex, Brief mentions of slavery [gladiators in the Colosseum], Brief mentions of animal cruelty [animals participating in the Colosseum], Historical inaccuracies, I'm not sure what else.

FIRST NOTE: I think I wanted to try accentuating the care he wants to give reader and therefore ends up treating those around him as what he sees them as- disposable and like shit. Geta is a TERRIBLE man so I guess I just wanted him to be pining for someone he knows is out of reach. I was gonna make it a series to like Caracalla x partner reader x unrequited Geta. if this is the first chapter, ngl idk where to trail off from there. i kind of write while im smoking just to fuck around so maybe i could write at least five-ish chapters if i think of a good enough plot. WHAT DO YOU PEOPLE THINK?? who knows i could even do the same with Caracalla, it could make sense cause he literally kills his brother in the movie

SECOND NOTE: pov ur me, high off like five tokes and u watch Gladiator 2 the day it comes out on Paramount+. BOOM, obsessed, love it, don't even care about the historical inaccuracies. For some reason, as someone as not all there like Caracalla is, having that deep relationship with his brother, once he notices that lil interest Geta has, or even just the doubts of others finally becoming to a point where my guy has to LOCK IN to keep his partner w him. not cause they don't love them, I think it would be cause he loves THEM too much. I'm talking bristling at the notion whenever he thinks of them together. JUST UNSPOKEN TENSION. do u guys enjoy that?

THIRD NOTE: unfortunately, i have more to talk about but no one to say it to so ur my audience. yelling into the mic i ask, do you guys think I should write porn of Caracalla and reader FUCKING?? idk if it would even include Geta- IT COULD, WHATEVER YOU GUYS WANT. I sort of just wanted to explore writing intimacy as an actual action instead described as thoughts. leave ur thoughts on what u guys think on that too bc im literally so curious.

PLEASE DON'T COPY MY WORK, I BET YOU

Summer in your lungs, and alcohol swimming in your stomach; Caracalla wonders if he's seen beauty such as yours. Never alone in the hours of the night, the lovers he takes soon notice how harder he is to satisfy, to sedate into a warm puddle wrapped in expensive sheets- instead becoming unflinching to the pleasures that usually melt his tortured mind.

Intense with his emotions, he swears this affection was there from first glance. Taken sight of you at in your hazy glory; the clothes accentuating the shade of your skin, the warmth of your eyes, it only takes months before you two wed.

From there, days are blissful. Misery always follows, but he finds with your company at his side, falling into the episodes of madness are rarer and rarer.

Perhaps it's the sweetness of your soul mending what his lacks, or having the closeness of your body distances the pestering thoughts appearing out of thin air. No matter what is it, with his claws dug into your being- he refuses to let go.

Dimmed by what other's consider insanity, it's difficult not to see Caracalla's growing lucidness. Coming face to face with it, Geta realizes any foes and enemies of Rome has never been as close as his brother has to the inner workings of his mind.

Divided by grace, the affection for you has been its limit. As the eldest, Caracalla bears the pitying glances from other's in the palace; to have the responsibilities laid on Geta is blasphemy, but who else can handle its weight when his mind is in two?

Who else to lessen its everlasting ache if not you? For that reason, such as many others, is why he cannot risk this becoming what he has grown familiar with- sharing with his brother.

Holding the same curiosity he did in the faint moments of childhood, his Adam's Apple bobs faintly- and when you look to follow its movements before returning your gaze to him: a faint shiver is felt and repressed in that same breath. "Caracalla?"

Asking in a murmur, he knows what you're referring to. Living with you these past handful of months, he can recall the number of times you've cut each conversation he's thought out into nothing more than small talk. In one worded questions, he cannot help but admire the relaxed sight of you.

So much so, he allows you to each time. Tossing the unspoken plans of connection for small talk, he nods. A hint of a smile is seen, and alone from that, you beam back at him.

Genuine like the sun, to continue seeing it, it makes it easy for him to keep spew out half thought words in hopes something he says would land. "He will arrive shortly, do not worry.", it ends with your name, echoing from his mouth, and although the God's have given him the same glory they themselves hold at their fingertips; nothing has sounded as holy.

Bounded by faith, the prayers he spills are ingrained in the folds of his brain, but once consumed in these times of power, he wonders if he should dare step closer to the soul he swears should beat for him.

"... Geta?", Unknowing for how much time has past, the beaming smile you once held is melted into a small frown. Quietly urging him to the present like he's seen you do with his brother, there's a warmth blooming in the hallow part of his chest.

Cherishing the brief concern, it only seems to remind him what Caracalla has naturally and what he takes the scraps of.

Still leaned back into the expensive marble, the wall itself is a pale enough color to forget about, instead focusing on the features he, too, fantasizes of in passing moments alone.

"Where did you go?", Too familiar with speaking to the other emperor, the question is thoughtless when spoken, yet its weight is felt nonetheless. "Nowhere. Just here.. Are you enjoying yourself?", Taking a pause, he eventually speaks again. It's done when walking to the the throne nearing Caracalla's; the one you sit in.

"Quite the spectacle.", Your eyes peer down at the sight below; bloodshed in the Colosseum's sand doesn't make your stomach twist like it once did, however when watching captured men swing weapons- and seeing another one fall, you look to him again.

Sitting at his own throne, you find his eyes already on you; a quirk upturning on his lips to show the pleased buzz your words give him. Gladiators from conquered lands, their purpose in Rome is to win their survival and amuse any passing visitors. Yet in the past year or so, since your arrival, he's found a deeper sense of pride at their display.

Growing passed the Senator's praise, passed continuing his parents past teachings, he has found serenity in the amazement you hold so clearly.

Seeing your wonder at the captured animals; their stature towering over the sand's flat ground, using its strength to trample over any competitors- he finds himself chasing the occasional bursts of attention he manages to keep with in your magenta sunlight.

Never promising loyalty to anyone; he chases it when you're unable to give it, the mess of concubines and courtesans who he cannot remember the names nor the faces of, only remembering their similarities to you- their purpose has been asked for more as of late, and neglected all the same soon after.

No matter if it was seeing a person with hair similar to yours, a familiar sounding voice, even just dressed in clothing resembling your own; they were sought out after in hopes of finding you in them.

He finds it only lasts briefly.

Of course sex is endless, at the call of his voice and at the stop of a groan; services are there to satisfy whatever craving he has. But after each round of breathlessness, he finds that hunger for what is missing growing into something insatiable.

Hours spent, feeling their bodies, picturing what your own must look like underneath the white moonlight casting into his bedchambers. Each thrust is heavy with yearning he cannot mend, moaning for warmth he cannot have; he damns Caracalla in those times for finding you first before he did.

Perhaps then would you be his spouse. To bed you the same way his brother does would be true nirvana, to hear those same whimpers he knows you're able to make, to feel you shiver and tighten around him the same way those people do; it's what he longs for.

He's certain then he'd be more than just rough, chasing whatever high is made in a blurry of orgasms- it becomes difficult to differentiate who is with him and who is imagined; not when his eyes are shut and your image is all he sees in its darkness. Tenderness is taught, and if his brother was able to learn to extend that same to you; there is no doubt he'd do the same.

"Are you enjoying it?", Turning your focus back onto Geta, his answer is a hum. The sound is husky from passing thoughts, and strain for what should be hidden; he takes a moment to gather his words.

"I always favor your company, the spectacle is merely entertainment.", Repeating what you said only minutes ago, the unexpressed emotions behind it is registered in your mind- and although brushed off originally, that denial you have becomes harder to not believe Geta's feelings becoming more noticeable in the time spent at his brother's side.

"The ambience of cheering Roman's, animals in pain, and dying men; no wonder we have such lively conversations in these times.", Another quality of yours he finds endearing is your dryness. The harshness soaked into your veins from being raised by your family has not changed you the way it has him he notices; viewing the cruelties of Rome in whatever light you could shed, he once again almost smiles, a quirk of his lips turning upwards showing.

"Complaining to the emperor for the privileges he's given you? What an ungrateful wife you are.", Breaking out into a smile, what is said is anything but malicious. Leaving Caracalla unmentioned; unsaid, his mind is soothed from its ache, mending itself when remembering it's just you and him- hidden away.

Alone in a place where he can pretend you two are more than in-laws, there's a warm stirring at the sound of your laughter. Filled with humor you express so freely, it reminds him of conversations with your father throughout the years; his stories of your youth.

Defiant in ways he wishes he'd seen, and mischievous in ways he knows you still are; the only changes is now you're not tangible. Yet, lost in affections like he never got to be as a boy, he doesn't mind who he's face to face with now. Not in the slightest.

"Forgive my insolence, emperor; I plead for it.", Clearly you speak to Caracalla too much because the shiver trailing up his spine goes directly into that heated feeling in his abdomen. Aware you're unknowing to the effect you have, it only worsens at the hint of playfulness heard.

"Oh, you're forgiven. The God's have extended their mercy onto you today, but be wry, they could change their mind.", Unwilling to give into the arousal brewing, the tension he's created in his body, he replies with a smile- one that lingers too long.

Mischief isn't needed to be noticed in the palace, not with the two emperor's having their souls intertwining themselves with your own- no longer being unheard by those around you, that streak remains. It brings an amusement greater than bloodshed to Geta, and even more so to Caracalla. Smoothness of your words he swears is coated with the sweetest of wines; it disarms what would be seen as scrutiny as nothing more than a jest.

With humor being forgotten in such trying times; outside of what the Colosseum offers, and outside of the different celebrations of another conquered land- Geta finds your spirit is lightening to what is constantly dampening in his.

Shouts of Roman's are heard, like you predicted, and another man falls. However, with neither of you truly paying attention to the sight; their deaths were not offered the same graciousness you're given so carelessly, so frivolously: and when one of the last remaining takes their bow to surrender- only then do you look away.

To see your eyes of amusement grow into something unreadable, his own smile dims into a frown.

Standing from the throne, his hands rest on the Bisellium's railing, he grips onto it tightly when seeing below. Blood stains the sand as always; the deceased laid out over it in the afternoon heat, and the two lone man kneel. Meters away from one another, your eyes flicker between them, and soon Geta speaks up again.

Mercy is yelled in the air, and when he asks you, his voice is quieter than intended, "Shall we show mercy?"

Sparking what was lost, you nod, and another smile is seen, "Mercy."

Prayers do not solve what is inevitable, he finds, not when the God's blood soars through his body. The threat of rebellion, and the stings of betrayal, that mask that hides it all becomes wavering whenever he's with you; wishing to you like he did as a child to the God's for power, to worship you in ways he only should deities- it almost feels blasphemous.

Even more so now, when you don't understand the importance behind what he says; the grace he offers, the laughs he lets slip out- it is only the beginning of what he could promise you.

FOURTH NOTE: Now that you've made it this far, I wanna like drift away from what I was writing on my old account. it was just small paragraphs, but writing on a laptop just HITS DIFFERNT- literal hours spent doing this shit. I don't rlly wanna take requests bc i feel like my time is just too hectic for that, BUT I WOULD LOVE to hear your guys thoughts!! Okay, small series on these characters- Quinn Mossbacher, Simon Kalivoda, Ethan Russell, DIMITRI KRAVIOFF, DANIEL MARKOWITZ, JASON HOCHBERG, and finally our beloved; Caracalla. bad part is I haven't most of the movies they're in, so i don't want it to be inaccurate.

FIFTH NOTE: currently i'm writing a Johnny Storm fic series inspired by the new Fantastic Four trailer (writing the third chapter of what could be a five or even eight part series if I get to understand that franchise better), an Eddie Muson fic mainly just to fuck around and post that old one I never got a chance to. also an Adrian Chase fic i found on my laptop, another one for Koby from the one piece live action (I was inspired when the show first came out), and joe goldberg

FINAL NOTE: I've wanted to get into watching Yellowjackets. LOVE THE SHOW. Another thing I wanted to ask bc when I write for women characters, i like to write them as WLW. SO would you guys like it if i also wrote for Iris (Companion), SISTER BARNES (Heretic), Jinx (Arcane), Lucy Maclean (Fallout), Rhiannon Lewis (Sweetpea)?? one day if i sell out and get a membership to Prime or those silly addons; I WILL.

[chxrrysangel]

Wanna Play a Game ?

Trick | roleplay

Pairing | Dabi x fem!reader

Warnings | i guess dubcon?? but also like not really, knife play, a singular mention of blood/injury, fingering, choking, oral ( m + f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), alluded to aftercare, mask kink lowkey, honorifics, degradation, dabi has a pierced dick bc I said so

A/n | not proofread, we die like men (i'll do it later, i promise)

Wordcount | 3,205 words

The night was dark and quiet, almost too quiet. The whirring of the television and your intermittent gasps of fright was music to his ears. Hellraiser had never been a favorite franchise, but with everyone raving about the reboot you decided to give it a shot. If you were being honest, Odessa A’zion was the sole reason for giving it a chance. The music took a turn, suspense making your heart race with anticipation. 

Ring Ring 

A yelp left your lips before even registering the sound of the phone. It was unlike anyone to call this late, small town and all. Everything closed at like 8pm, as if everyone old or young had an early bedtime. It was almost as comical as it was annoying. Shaking hands unclipped the device from its receiver, listening for the connection to stabilize. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi. Who is this?” 

You scoffed. “I think you have the wrong number.” 

There was a small beat of silence before the receiver picked up sound. 

“Do I?” Who is this guy? 

“Yes you do. I’m hanging up, have a nice night.” You ended the call, feeling a sense of unplaced fear. With a small town like this, everyone still used the yellow pages. The possibility of dialing the wrong number was pretty low. Continuing the movie, your mind wandered to oggling Odessa and Drew’s characters, the stranger on the phone long forgotten. 

Ring Ring 

Not even bothering to press pause, you picked up the house phone with clear exasperation. 

“Yes, can I help you?” 

“I’m sorry.” It was the same strange voice. 

“You called me again to apologize?” Some time between your question and the awaited response, a character on the screen screeched in pure terror, catching you off guard. 

“Yes I did. Are you watching a scary movie?”

“...yes I am. And I’d like to get back to it.” 

“Do you like scary movies?” 

“Some of them.” You figured that by keeping your answer short, he would eventually get bored and hang up. 

“Which ones?”

“Jennifer’s Body. Scream. Chucky. Ones like that.”

“You have good taste, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, I’m hanging up now if you don’t mind.” 

“I do mind, actually.” 

“Well, I’m sorry but that’s too b–”. Your sentence was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door. Tentatively, you tiptoed towards the peephole and looked through to see nothing. 

What the fuck? 

You turned around to a dark kitchen, making you shriek. The television flickered back and forth on its own, fear and bile rising up your throat. The stranger on the other line seemed irrelevant at this point, too caught up in the strange sight before you. To make matters worse, the pounding on the front door returned, shaking you to your core. 

“Who is it?” There was no response, which only scared you more. With shaking hands, you opened the door and peered outside. The porch was empty, just as you had expected. You tried to calm your heart, deciding to worry about all of this another time. Every instinct you had escaped you, the naivete of a small town making you less cautious than you probably should be. You shook your head, closing the door to return to your movie.

Except the door got caught on something. 

A foot to be exact. 

Your eyes bulged out at the sight of the mystery black boot, fearing who could possibly be attached to it.. Your entire body shook with pure terror, a tall stranger looming over you in a mask. His head tilted in animalistic curiosity, unmoving but frightening all the same. 

“Did no one ever tell you the first rule of scary movies, sweetheart? Don’t open the door for strangers.” He chuckled darkly, stepping over the threshold as you stupidly stepped backwards. Despite everything in your body telling you to run, it was like you were frozen in place. The large man clicked his tongue with disapproval, seemingly at your lack of instincts. A gloved hand came up to your face, grabbing onto your jaw to hold you in place. You could feel his warm breath on your cold skin with his increased proximity, fanning your ear while he whispered. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing home alone, hm?” A tear fell down your cheek, too frozen with fear to respond or do anything else. He backed up a few spaces, watching you stand helplessly like a gazelle caught in the lion’s den.

“Not gonna run from me? But that’s no fun.” He sounded sickeningly disappointed, which only worsened your anxiety of what was to come. It was at this moment you noticed something shining in his other hand, your eyes widening as you identified the foreign object. He seemed to put two and two together, bringing the blade up to your face. 

“Oh sweetheart, don’t worry ‘m not gonna kill ya, not yet at least.” You’d almost think he was sincere if the circumstances were different. Even behind a mask, his smile was evident. 

As if some higher power guided you to sanity, you suddenly developed a sliver of bravery. So you ran, as fast as your feet could carry you without wasting a single moment to look back. Haphazardly you ran into your bedroom and slammed the door, searching frantically for a hiding spot. The closet seemed like your best option, having no time to think of something better. You waited there, breathing as quietly as you could muster given the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You’ve never felt fear quite like this moment, which could very easily be your last. For a few minutes the house was virtually silent, but you couldn’t be stupid enough to be lured out under false pretenses. It was never that easy. Suddenly your bedroom door slammed open, the stranger walking into your safe space. His large boots made impressions into the carpet with each step, a faint eerie whistle being heard under his mask. 

“Honey, I know you’re in here. Can’t hide from someone like me, baby.” A light shined in your face, blinding you as the closet doors opened. 

“There you are.” How someone whose eyes can’t be met could be so terrifying was incredible. 

You begged  for your life, feeling so unlike yourself. It was an out-of-body experience, kissing the boots of a stranger and begging him not to kill you. The coldness of his blade pushed up your chin, forcing your eyes towards where you assumed his own sat.

“I told you, my sweet, I have much better plans in mind.” He stood much straighter now, towering over your kneeling figure. The cloak he wore earlier was gone, although he kept the mask for obvious reasons. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.” Your eyes flickered down his figure instinctually, catching on the growing bulge  beneath his black jeans. He was enjoying this, although not quite in the matter you thought. You hated yourself for the wet feeling growing between your thighs as you stared. He chuckled, entertained by this moment. 

“I can see you staring.” 

The trance you were in broke, heat breaking out across your cheeks as you averted your gaze. 

“Don’t get all shy on me now, honey. I’ve caught you. And I think there’s a solution we both could enjoy.” 

The tall stranger didn’t wait for an answer, dropping his knife to begin unbuckling his pants. In one swift movement, his jeans and boxers pooled around his ankles. Purple scarring covered his lower legs, but your eyes could hardly focus on anything other than his dick hanging in front of your face. His tip leaked, red and swollen like it hurt. Metal jewelry glittered in the low light of the room, a jacob’s ladder and prince albert catching your eye. It was embarrassing how interested you were considering the circumstances. 

“Now be a good girl and suck.” 

Without much hesitation, your outstretched tongue gathers the dripping pearls of precum as you relax your jaw to accommodate him. He was large, much larger than most people you’ve had. The man groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat, a ring-clad coming to place itself on your cheek. On occasion, he thrusted into your mouth, chuckling when you gagged. Tears began to well in your eyes, clouding your vision a bit. Despite his air of dominance, whimpers could be heard beneath the mask, signaling how much he enjoyed this. 

“So good, that’s it. F-fuck,” he stuttered. Using your prior knowledge, you began to roll his balls between your fingertips as you sucked him off. His thrusts began to lose rhythm, signaling that he was very close. 

“Shit, shit. I’m gonna fucking cum. Stop.” He pulled you off, not allowing you to refuse and push him over the edge.

“Not so fast, pretty girl. Bed, now.” 

Not arguing despite instinct saying otherwise, you sat down on the bed and awaited instruction. He didn’t say much, grabbing your arm and turning you to lay on your stomach. A coldness danced its way up your back and down your thighs, making you shiver. The heat from his body radiated off him like a furnace, which only made each anticipatory moment pass by even slower. Eager hands pulled down your shorts, being thrown somewhere behind his shoulder. 

“Spread those legs for me sweetheart.” You did as told, hearing a groan in response. Even through the cotton fabric, your pussy shined with arousal, making him more turned on than he thought was possible. Not wasting a single moment, he ran his fingers along your slit and pressed against your clit. He cursed under his breath as you leaned into his touch, desperate for any pleasure he was willing to offer. 

“Oh that’s cute.” 

He slipped one finger in, meeting little resistance as your cunt sucked him in. It was a sight to behold, making him wish he brought a camera. You mewled below him, ass pushing against his hand as you chased your own pleasure. He chuckled, enjoying how obviously needy you were and the lack of shame you possessed in hiding it. But just as you felt an orgasm approaching, he took his hand away. 

“Not yet..” You groaned in frustration, but stayed quiet otherwise. 

Dabi spread your legs wide, enough to accommodate his shoulders as he lay beneath you and brought your core to his face. The ball of his apparent tongue piercing rolled along your clit, making you cry out of pleasure. 

“F-fuck,” you managed to stutter out. His tongue was gifted, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure to drive someone insane. He wasn’t afraid to be messy, loudly slurping and sucking to the point where it was almost nasty. Dabi pulled your body closer to his mouth, impossibly closer, like he was trying to absorb you. Your hips ground against his face, chasing your slowly creeping orgasm.

“More, need more.” Because you begged so nicely, Dabi obliged your request by curling two fingers into your hole. His thick digits pressed against your g-spot, making your toes curl as you felt your stomach tighten as your orgasm approached. You could only blabber incoherently, speaking words that not even you could bother to understand. All you knew is that you were cumming, quickly. You collapsed on the bed, legs jelly and head fuzzy as you came down. 

Dabi couldn’t wait for you to come to, deciding to take matters into his own hands.  

He manhandled your frame, pushing your knees into your chest as he pressed his weight against the back of your thighs. The tip of his dick prodded at your entrance, gathering the slick of your cum. Majority of his face remained covered by the mask, but his wicked grin shone brightly in the dimly lit bedroom

There was a level of shame that lodged itself in your chest, embarrassed by how turned on you felt in that moment. 

“You’re even prettier in this position.” His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

You could practically feel his cock in your throat as he stretched you inch by inch, agonizingly slow as he watched your features. He could tell you were overwhelmed, which only made him harder. 

“Fucking hell,” Dabi whispered under his breath. Killing you would be such a shame now.

His thrusts were slow but methodical, ensuring you could feel every single piercing and vein. His warm breath fanned your face, engulfing you in his scent as he held you close. He smelled like smoke, undercut by the scent of bergamot and the faintest hint of vanilla and mint. It was intoxicating. 

“I can feel you squeezing me. Wanna cum already?,” he teased. His tone was wickedly condescending, prompting you to try and hide your face in the sheets. 

His strong hand gripped your chin, forcing eye contact. He clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“You can’t hide from me, princess. Be a good girl.”

His calloused fingertips rubbed circles against your clit, pushing you further towards the edge. It was almost like he needed you to cum, more than he did. He set a vicious pace, knocking the air from your lungs with every push into the mattress. He pushed your legs further, creating a new angle as your body curled into itself. It hurt so good. Dabi never shied away from being vocal, cursing under his breath as he whined about how good you felt. 

He leans down, pulling you into a kiss. It’s neither soft nor caring, purely animalistic as he bullies his tongue into your mouth. The hunger he felt translated across, desperation evident in his forceful thrusts as you kissed back. You attempt to grab his hair, realizing that the mask still covered most of his face. Uncaring, he pulled it off completely, throwing it somewhere in the corner to be searched for later.  You taste each other on your tongues, the sin of it all turning you on more. He finally breaks the kiss, out of breath as he chases your lips again before rethinking it. 

“I–”, he dives back in for a chaste kiss, “– own –” , another kiss, “–you.” He remains close, practically sharing each breath between you as you stare firmly into his blue eyes. He pulls out, motioning you to turn on to your hands and knees. You did as told, submitting fully. The lack of sight as he shuffled behind you should have been anxiety-inducing, but it wasn’t. 

He dragged the dull edge of his knife down the indent of your spine, the most gentle of pressure enough to leave goosebumps in its wake. But as he reached the curve of your lower back, he pressed inward, pushing the blade into your skin until it broke. You felt a pinch that quickly flowed into a sharp ache as small droplets pooled on the surface of your back. 

He hushed your panic, pushing your head back down to lay against the mattress. The wet muscle of what you quickly realized was his tongue gathered the mess, licking up your back as you shivered. 

“I could do horrific things to you.” The darkness in his tone made it abundantly clear that he meant every word. It was exhilarating. 

“But first, I wanna play.” 

He leaned over as he guided himself inside, meeting no resistance as he bottomed out. His teeth nipped at your ear, a sensitive spot on your part. He pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek, uncharacteristically gentle.

From this angle he feels so much bigger, knocking the air from your lungs as you’re forced to accommodate his size. 

“Fu-” the curse dies in your throat as it turns into a choked gasp. 

He brings a hand back to your throat, applying pressure to both sides as he guides you to straighten up against him, making him hit new depths that have you hissing out. You mewl as he continues to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace, make sure you feel everything. 

“Look at you, whining like some slut.” He feels you clench at that, smiling into your skin. 

You can only moan in response as he slowly pulls back his hips, the ridges of his piercings gliding against your walls.

“You’re pitiful,” he groans into your ear, pressing his fingertips further against your throat, cutting off the circulation for only a moment. “Getting cockdrunk by some guy trying to kill you. You dirty fucking girl.” 

You can only continue your pathetic whines, reaching back to grasp onto him for stability. 

He slams back in, letting you drop forward. You hardly manage to keep yourself up, limbs jelly and unstable. Each time he snaps his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping ricochets off the bedroom walls around you. He grips your hip bone, forcing your hips to meet every thrust. 

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel, baby,” he huffs out, the building orgasm apparent in the slight shake of his voice. “Go ahead, say it.” His balls catch your clit, making your eyes cross as you struggle to stay present. 

“So good. Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you answer to best of your ability. Your answer was weak, eyes tearing up as you felt your gut clench. He was ruining you and he knew it.  He pulls you back upwards by the throat, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips as he moans into your mouth. 

“Say it again. Like you mean it.” 

“Fuck, right there, please. Feels so good — ha — I’m so close.” 

His fingers connect with your clit, working a mind-numbing pattern that has you nearly slipping out of unconsciousness as his vigorous thrusting returns. It’s harsh, the lines of pain and pleasure continuing to blur as you cum on his cock. Your body tenses in pleasure, everything fading into the background, before releasing as you collapse. 

His pace falters as his own orgasm takes over, spilling inside you as he cries out in ecstasy. You couldn’t even be bothered to consider the consequences of that at the moment, trying your best to catch your breath as you laid there together. 

Seconds turned to minutes as the reality of the situation passed over you. Dabi had hardly moved, staring at the ceiling as he reminisced on the last hour or so. You turned over to him, checking in on his current state. His blue eyes met yours with soft crinkling at the corners, heavy lidded eyes softening as he stared. 

“Come ‘ere,” he whispered. You obliged, leaning in close with the expectation of him wanting to tell you something. Instead he kissed you softly, a sharp contrast to the night’s previous events. He hummed in satisfaction against your lips, before pulling away reluctantly. 

“Was I too rough?”

 You shook your head assuringly, letting out a few tuts as though he was asking a stupid question. 

“Just asking.” He felt equally stupid asking, especially considering it was your idea, but he had to be sure. The bed dipped as he padded over to your shared bathroom, turning on the shower for the two of you. He leaned against the door frame, watching you curl into the sheets as you awaited the inevitable dragging to the bathroom for cleanup. 

[spoopieere]

A collection of my Asa Emory headcanons [PART 1]: Shit he does to his body and his stupid bodily quirks <3

I need y'all to see the version of Asa in my mind :3

RULE OF THUMB: Asa is autistic. I do not take criticisms on this.

Asa bites his lips a lot, peeling off the skin of his bottom lip, either by biting or picking with his hand in general. He does so because he is either bored, anxious, or stimming. It goes to a point where his lip would bleed, and scars, which causes little black spots to form on his bottom lip. --

His teeth is slightly crooked. A bit yellow too. But his dental hygiene is on point, he flosses everyday, and does everything he can to avoid having to go to the dentist. Because the idea of some stranger digging around in his mouth makes him anxious. I think he was afraid of going to the dentist as a child and it persisted until adulthood, which is why he didn't get braces for his crooked teeth. But I think he also applies that fear by inficting it on his victims instead, because even HE thinks it's scary. --

His eyes look like that due to a birth defect. He was blind for the first few years of his life, which made his hearing develop way more than the average person. Even after the surgery, his vision is still affected and he has to wear aiding eye-contacts to see properly, or else everything would just be blurry to him. Sometimes trade the contacts for prescription glasses. --

Asa smokes, sure, but he doesn't do it often. He'd mostly have one or two cigs during long periods of working/planning. You won't catch him smoking anywhere else that isn't the hotel, his home, or behind the university at night. --

Asa doesn't like being seen/watched while he's eating. Asa has a weird relationship with eating i guess. He hates eating in the presence of people who he doesn't trust. He thinks the sight of his chewing makes him look clumsy, or "not up the image he made for himself" infront of the people who looks up to him (or afraid of him). --

Which is why bro fucking eats his lunch in his car during lunchbreaks at the university. God forbid you dare find him while he's chewing on his food, he might just put you in the collection for that reason alone. --

Stims very quietly, usually goes unnoticed. He'll stim by flicking his tongue inside his mouth, or does light tapping with his hand under the table, wriggling his toes also works. When he gets happy and needs to stim, he'd just stare into the distance with a fuckass smile on his face, before walking around aimlessly. He'd try to make sense of the walking by sitting down, and try to do something, but would end up getting up to walk around again. Rinse and repeat until the excitement fades. --

Hates sudden and/or prolonging loud noises. --

Asa loves the rain, but absolutely hates the sound of it. If it gets too loud, he's putting on ear muffs. But due this hatred, it makes it very hard for him to drive home during rainstorms bc the sound of rain is amplified in his car. So usually he'd choose between waiting for the rain to calm down; Ask someone to drive him home so he can have his earmuffs on during the ride; If it's at the university, he'd just sleep in his office. (Asa has a stash of his stuff in his office at the univeristy, just in case he has to stay there overnight) --

Absolutely has a 2nd job or does some shady shit at the side. Because I refuse to believe he has the money to afford all that gear, resources, materials and drugs for his Collection, with a Uni Prof's salary. (His pest control business might be a front for money laundering lmao /j) --

At night, while it rains, Asa would brew Jasmine tea before bed to help him sleep. --

Light sleeper. Will literally wakes up to anything that sounds out-of-place. He also sleeps straight like a log, hands on stomach and all. God forbid he has a stuffy nose or else he'll snore for the neighbors to hear. --

He eats primarily simple, easy and and quick-to-make food due to his... busy schedule *cough*. This also includes frozen dinners, takeouts and left-overs. But he tries to cook at home whenever he can. --

Asa only visit a specific restaurant for a specific dish, he will not order anything else, nor would he go to any other restaurant for that dish. He can taste it whenever the recipe for the dish changes, to which he will evaluate and decide whether he should stick to the same restaurant for that dish anymore. --

He judges a restaurant based on their mashed potatoes. I will not elaborate. --

Asa likes mushroom cream soup :3 --

Fav flavour of ice-cream is pistachio :3 --

It is also mentioned in an interview ( I can't fucking find it yet ) that Asa is a coffee snob, so I won't be surprised if he wakes up at 5AM just to make his morning coffee to perfection. --

His hands aren't as smooth as one like to think. They feel a bit sandy and rough. Stiff. You need to slightly squeeze in order to feel the squishiness of his flesh. This is primarily due to his exposure to chemicals, and all the disinfectant damaged some of his skin. --

Sleeper build. He may look stocky and a bit blurby, but he got good muscles under all that fat hehe. All that hauling and carrying and running and killing and torturing people leaves him exercised enough lol --

Nature, history, science,... documentaries are his go-tos, he'd even listen to some podcasts or audiobooks about them as he works on other projects. Currently subscribed to AntsCanada on Youtube. --

His guilty pleasure is watching shitty reality TV shows and judging the contestants' skills. --

Hypochondriac. He especially does not want to die from a random stroke. --

Hygiene must be on point. He shaves regularly, but his bush does get kinda crazy. CAN SOMEONE PLEASE STOP HIM FROM ERASING HIS HAPPY TRAIL PLEA- --

Asa dresses like his father. He doesn't want to admit it, nor does he realize it, but he dresses like his father. Denims, jeans, trousers and old dress shirts... His style hasn't changed much over the years. Because it is the "appropriate" style for men like him to wear, apparently. One of the few clothing items he ever strays away from that dress-code is his signature turtleneck. He has like 6 of them in the same color. --

His daily life is a constant carousel of tasks he NEEDS to get done. They don't have to be on time, they just need to be done. Or else he'd get very upset. One can say that his life is motivated by tasks. Once he ran out of tasks to do, he'd just make up one to distract himself. Even resting, is a task. Because he knows if he doesn't choose a time to rest, his body will do it for him. One can even say that Asa is dependent on these tasks to keep going, or do things "on time". For example: He wakes up at 5AM on the weekends, because there are plants that NEEDS HIM to water them. And because of these plants, he is able to wake up at 5AM on the weekends. --

Gets hurt more than he'd like to admit. But most of the time it's just small injuries or cuts, or him bumping into something. Nothing too dangerous. He knows how to keep himself safe from the maze he built at the hotel and avoid all the neccessary attacks from his victims, and that's enough. --

His favourite weekend activity is catching, pinning new INSECT specimens, and visiting the local museum- which he had already visited hundreds of times, and can recite most of the descriptions word for word. --

He gets jealous of the families outside his window sometimes. Whenever he sees them, he'd just draw the curtains close. --

He lives in the same house his family was murdered in. (Buying a house??? in this economy???) He just renovated the first floor, the 2nd floor is almost untouched. He sleeps in his parents' old bedroom. His sibling's bedroom got turned into storage. His childhood bedroom is behind a bookshelf. The layout is the same, but he moved the kitchen and livingroom to a different area. He can still recall where he saw his mother's and sibling's body laid. He put storage boxes and crates over those spots.

That's all i can remember for now lmaooo, might come back from time to time to update it :333 -More parts abt other aspects of Asa coming... soon >:)

[carmenilla]

Honestly, I like byler, but it's never going to happen in my opinion. Mike is just insecure, he has depression and thinks badly about himself, Finn said it, romance was not on his mind when he met El because he thought he was unloveable, that definetly doesn't mean he didn't love her, instead it means that he considered her unapproachable. That is the reason why he is so teary in the monologue, he is telling her everything with the fear that he might lose her because what if, when everything is said, she still leaves him? The "crush on Mike" Will plot is uncomfortable and honestly I don't know how they are going to solve it, probs giving him a bf/ letting him get over Mike, maybe that's the reason the Duffers said Will grows up and he leaves some things behind. I do think Mike and El have a lot of scenes together, Im not saying a lot but at least some, everytime Mike is spotted somewhere that place is near to El.

Now I do not think they will end up together, but Mike loves her and she loves him, she just needs to go. And that would be a tearful ending for them

thanks for the respectful disagreement, unfortunately it's hard to come by nowadays.

"that definetly doesn't mean he didn't love her, instead it means that he considered her unapproachable." first off, i don't believe in love at first sight. i think it's cheap and uninteresting especially in a love story, that happens between twelve-year-olds. i also don't think you can be in love with someone just by looking at them once. you can be infatuated, sure, but that's not real love. you don't know anything about them. we also know that mike didn't love her at first sight because he tried to get rid of her the next morning so that they could keep looking for will. the only reason why he didn’t give her up is because she insisted and also he found out that she has powers. AND when he finds out that she has powers, he tells dustin and lucas that they should stick with her so that they can use her powers to find will. obviously there is a point where mike cares about el BEYOND just her powers and genuinely cares for her as a person, i’m not denying that. i do think they have a very strong bond. but mike did not love her at first sight. there is nothing that even implies that! mike definitely lied in his love confession in season four, but i digress. if you still don’t believe me here, i guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree.

“The ‘crush on Mike’ Will plot is uncomfortable and honestly I don't know how they are going to solve it, probs giving him a bf/ letting him get over Mike”. OR, they could make byler canon, and it would actually make sense for will’s plot and not just be really god awful writing. yes, it would be awful writing if will doesn’t end up with mike, and would be awful portrayal of a queer character and feel really gross. see my post here about why that would suck: https://www.tumblr.com/carmenilla/769363335461339136/ok-bc-if-byler-isnt-canon-they-really-just?source=share 

“that would be a tearful ending for them” in my opinion, it would be a bad ending for them, but i don’t feel like going into that. we’re just gonna have to agree to disagree on that part

i think byler will be canon because i believe it would be the best writing and make the most sense, and i do have faith in the duffers' writing abilities. if you like byler and want more proof, i recommend this video by our good old Byler Lawyer:

if you don't feel like that though, i guess we'll just have to see what happens in season 5

[eddiediazismyhusband]

That's a good point about it being the official account, not personal. I guess what gives me some sense of optimism is how happy they both look? Like even though they're both actors, Oliver especially is not great at hiding his true feelings sometimes while still being professional (see: that one interview with l*u) So if they were being forced into this, knowing that it was pure 100% bait with nothing good possibly coming for buddie this season (as you mentioned, things can change. but at least to start) I just don't know if either of them would look as smiley and carefree as they do.

But I also agree with you that we as fans often lose sight of the bigger picture of this still being a job and a business. We've seen cast members (*cough* Oliver, again) express displeasure with certain storylines in the past but at the end of the day it's their job to act, promote, and do certain things whether it's what they'd want or not. Fox before and ABC now want to get as much hype, hits, and eyeballs for the show to have success. Of course we love this kind of content, and in our minds it makes complete sense for certain roads to lead to certain ends but that can blind us at the same time.

I also want to say I appreciate you being so rational and honest with your concerns and being a space whether others can voice theirs

my view on the oliver thing is that that’s just how he is around ryan… the two of them cannot stop being little giggling blushing messes around each other (….take that for what you will….)

i also think the video was such a general “we’re back for season 8” and ryan decided to jump in and photobomb, and oliver probably assumed that that take wouldn’t be used (bc having worked in social media for productions before, those videos also have several takes that are examined by someone else before approval) so oliver most likely didn’t know if they would use this specific video or not— and so he and ryan were just being the goofballs they are

and don’t get me wrong i LOVE ryan and oliver content… when its being posted by themselves. its when the 911 instagram, the sole purpose of which is to draw attention for the show, uses them as this pretty thing to bring in likes and comments. so i dont believe they were as much being “forced” as much as i feel like it was a situation where oliver was told to film a promo video, ryan jumped in and they goofed off, assuming it probably wouldn’t be used (and also since it was such a general video not thinking about the buddie connotations) and a producer or someone else was like “this will get people talking” and it just went down the line and snowballed into yet snother talking point… which is exactly what they (the production) want it to be.

I really don’t like coming across as a debbie downer or someone who is constantly complaining about the show, but my anxiety prevents me from being able to healthily engage in speculation and (what may be fun for other people) delulu activity, and i kinda wanna be a place, like you said, where people can feel free to soundboard their own concerns about the show without fear of being told “YOURE WRONG BC I FEEL LIKE WE ARE CLOSER THAN EVER” like a lot of bigger blogs tend to do… i like to try and keep my expectations low and realistic (esp after not doing so last season, snd sesing how much mental stress it put me under) and i want to be able to be an outlet for people whose brains also work like that

now i don’t say this with the intent to yuck people’s yum and say you CANT have fun w spec and being delulu, but unfortunately a lot of bigger blogs get trigger happy and act like their delulu is 100% gospel truth what’s going to happen and it just sets up people for disappointment, and while for a lot of people that disappointment is nothing more than a “oh fuck not again… oh well” for some of us out brains process it differently and it creates a sense of dread and upset and i don’t want to be that person. i still have those moments where my brain wants to slip into delulu land, but i let myself do that so much last season to my own detriment that i am trying to remain much more pessimistic and cautious this time around, bc i have found that lower expectations usually yeild better (or more easily digested) results.

thank you for the ask/discussion, anon and im sorry for kinda hijacking your ask to make a post about the relationship between fandom activity and mental health but you kinda provided a clear stage and my yapping capabilities took over for a second 💀💀

[hobbithoes]

sooo somebody wanted me 2 infodump about my sole survivor so here goes 🤓

she was def one of those dazed out on prozac housewives making weird ass 50’s recipes like the fuckin. jello ham with peas and stuff like that lol.

like straight up one bad day away from being lobotomized pre war. In my mind palace this playthrough fallout 4 pre-war was more like the real 50s, at least in the way of like mental health treatment and… husband’s behavior and such.

so yeah u probably guessed it but hubby was abusive, I actually usually headcanon this anyway bc I feel bad starting a romance if not I’m like damn girl 😳 kinda soon. lol. So when he is shot instead of angst it’s like yayyy <3

REALLLY bummed about the baby tho 💔 for real

She always likes to wear cute tights and shoes and stuff but she get sooo pissed when obviously they get muddy and ruined in the wasteland and she gets her feet/legs scraped up every two seconds and tights ripped 🙄 like come on girl what did u expect

she used to just spend all her days cooing over Shaun and tbh codsworth, codsworth was, has always been, always WILL BE her bestie!!

she was suchhh a lonely unhappy housewife and codsworth was always so sweet and positive to her, codsworth and the baby are all she gave a FUCK about for real‼️

I know female sole survivor is supposed to be a lawyer but since I’m doing more real 50’s she’s just gonna be a housewife going stir crazy.

Post-war in the wasteland she’s a messss, she misses her baby sooo much she’s just worried sick, and she really has a tough time learning how to shoot guns and fight (this is easy to rp bc I fucking suck at fighting in games even on easy mode .lol)

Even before the war she was not super mentally well so AFTER when she’s literally in combat everyday and getting injured and seeing brutal shit. Whewww she can’t rlly cope and she develops a bitttt of a chem habit 😳😳

cuddles dogmeat every night 🐕 he senses she needs some cuddles for real…

tries NOT to draw on her brows when she’s high on something bc she won’t realize they look insane and she has been laughed at before after walking out like that and it really hurt her feels🚶‍♂️ so u can usually tell she’s on a bender if she has no eyebrows for a long time consecutively lol. she usually does them first thing when she wakes up though.

So I’m thinking Hancock romance bc they can be party animal crash outs together 🤞 BUT I’m debating Danse bc I used to hate him but now I think he’s super cute I had a whole revelation the other day 🤯 so I could make that work I’m gonna see what I’m feeling in time …

Def accidentally leads piper on .. Marjorie is very touchy feely once she’s close to u and she feels a lot more comfortable around women and warms up a lot faster so she’s immediately like hanging off her shoulder and giggling at her while tapping her shoulder and leaning in … she doesn’t know what she’s doing to people LOL #tease

She is bi though I just don’t like piper as much as a romance option and don’t like the other female options enough to consider them to romance either 😔 I rlly like them as friends …. just not feeling them for wifeys

She’s pretty short

Post-war she really likes to plant crops and flowers , it makes her feel accomplished when it grows and even if she’s being lazy with everything else she’s like welll shittt my tatos sure looking nice though!! 😁

Her home post-war is Red Rocket truck stop, it’s right outside Sanctuary so she can always be by her peeps but still has privacy which she really wanted. But not be tooo alienated if she wants to go talk to people or see some nice sights of relaxation and peace ✌️ in the scary wasteland 😱

She has it decorated SOO cute and tbh cluttered even when it’s clean, she hoards everything that she finds kinda pretty even if it’s broken and keeps it on display , it’s a cute hoard though lol not that bad more of a collection ? But it’s… a lot lol just very busy area ….

Most of the time it’s like those nasty TikTok bedrotting bedrooms though. She’s just doing chems and drinking and leaving her food out not giving a fuckkkk. Playing games on her pip boy and reading comics for long stretches.

Then when she leaves half the time a friend (probably Preston or Curie let’s be real) will tidy it all up sooo nice and clean and wash all her bedding and clothes and she’ll cry everytime 😢 but it’s only a matter of time before it gets to that point again ….

also pinterest board plug to conclude my rambling 😈

[averagestarkidfan]

ok I keep really wanting to analyze hatchetfield themes but literally what are the lords in black?? like from a storytelling standpoint why these five? what do these motifs come together to create? when you are designing a pantheon of malevolent deities, why do you choose these guys?

I think we all seem to start with Nibbly when analyzing because he has the clearest main motif (and also the most interesting imo) so maybe it's a seven deadly sins thing, and Nibbly is greed

but if it's deadly sins then why are there five of them? like maybe Wiggly is both greed and pride? and they took out envy? or something? it just doesn't make sense to me, even though seven deadly sins was one of the first things that came to mind

well let's consider Blinky then, because he also has a very clear main motif. maybe it's meant to be the five senses! Nibbly is taste and Blinky is sight, in accordance with their main features. then, Pokey can be hearing, because of the whole singular voice thing. and I guess Wiggly is touch, which is kind of a reach but that can be like consumerism or something... but then Tinky fucking ruins it! bc how is that fucker smell? what does he do that is smelly?

so back to square one I guess. maybe let's start from Wiggly this time, he is kinda the main guy. he's also very green! maybe it's a color thing? ignoring the fact that there's the wrong number of them (there being 6 colors in the rainbow), let's explore this theory

green is definitely characterized by jealousy and greed, which would fit the capitalism thing he's got going on. and Nibbly is pink, which is just red, which can represent passion, which kind of fits. blue for Pokey is like inspiration and imagination so.. theater? that fits I guess. Yellow is excitement, which definitely fits Tinky. Blinky is both purple and orange, and purple is like independence, dignity, and royalty? I'm kinda shoving the puzzle pieces together here but maybe it's like royalty sitting on the throne and.. like.. watching people? and the orange is for.. enthusiasm. because he watches people with enthusiasm. It sort of fits, but only if I force it.

maybe there's not really a pattern going on, but like what is the deal with these guys? like two of them have animal symbolism (Nibbly and Tinky being pigs and goats respectively) but then Pokey is like goo and masks and musical theater, and Blinky is all eyeballs, and Wiggly is sort of like... the system of capitalism? It's a mess. A masterful mess, don't get me wrong, but a mess nonetheless.

If anyone has more info or perhaps more coherent theories let me know, I'm kinda going crazy over here.

[pursued-by-the-squid]

NUMBER 457???? YOURE JOKING. and the 120 cameo i could scream rn my shaylaaaaa :3 “And so you trusted us and volunteered to participate according to your own free will” WRONG. 457 was stalked and kidnapped </3 also the sheer amount of panic gihun must’ve felt when he saw u in there. i could scream. the immediate hugging and the needing to touch him SCREAM. okay gihun immediately pissed me off. too emotional for his own good and much like a man, will not let reader Speak. did he just completely miss how reader said they were grabbed LOL GIHUN STOP. and let’s not talk about how he just pinned u to the bed cuz then i won’t be able to think for the rest of the day. reader just like me fr id only be thinking about kissing gihun atp. okay the gihun tooth bit..yeah i will be thinking about that all day. ALL DAY. “why not allow him to witness your destruction firsthand?” okay chills what. inho’s perspective was super interesting bc we see that he rlly does care about reader but he cares more about taking gihun down. and reader clinging to gihun ???? yes please. “passing u along like a piece of bread” im going to pretend like that didn’t have some type of effect on me. and reader not being able to see 001’s face just yet OH ITS GONNA GET JUICY!!! so glad we finally reached the games! great read as always -a.a

😏😏😏 oooooohhh so it begins, my friend, so it begins

i was trying to decide which player number would best suit the reader and idk, that just made the most sense. bc really, you're a combination of desires from both men. they each hold a part of your heart. so when you combine them both, what do you get? homosexuality you! adfjaksdjfgkjhg but in all seriousness, it's also a great way for in-ho to play more mind games with gi-hun. gi-hun expects everything to be the same (the idiot really thinks they're gonna do dalgona again?? dude, come on), so by changing the $$ the players and then dragging his closest friends in, in-ho has a greater chance of destabilizing him

also yes, hyun-ju my eternally beloved!!!!!! she will be coming back into the story later, don't u worry!! i figured the reader had to make a friend or two and there isn't anyone i'd wanna be closer to except for her. (@ourbonesmccoy made this really cute meme about it too asdfjhaksdjf)

LOVEEEEE your reaction to their reunion omg. i guess yeah, gi-hun was kind of an asshole huh? but slamming you up against the bedframe makes up for it 🤭 i'm sure i can always fit more of that in sometime. same with the tooth scene. just had to add in some pathetic gi-hun for all my girly pops out there 🫦

and !!!!!!!!!! thank you for enjoying the in-ho insights! in(ho)sights, if u will. that was all inspired by you, bestie, you gave me so many great ideas to mull over and really dig into, so a good half of that scene is thanks to you 💕 !!

the voting scene was sm fun to write too!! (except when it wasn't asdjfhaklsdhf) just bc you can already see how priorities are shifting. everyone came into the games with an end goal and already, things are happening to disrupt that. you've just been ripped from your home and are now participating in death games instead of attending class and pining over a potentially dead gi-hun. gi-hun is trying to save lives and has p much been eager to die trying the entire time, only now the 2 most important ppl in his life are also stuck with him and he has to balance his savior complex, his suicidal ideation, and his own desires/longing. in-ho wants gi-hun destroyed. he also wants you but he hates that he wants you, so he's telling himself that he doesn't want you. and now he's joining the games, which was never his true intention. and none of you have a single fucking clue about the shitstorm that's brewing because of it

[aanoia]

Post!Azkaban Sirius but he absolutely refuses to go outside in the cold no matter how many jackets he has on bc it reminds him of the dementors and gf!reader helps him work through it.

I made some changes from your request so I hope it's okay with you! Of course if it's not, I'm terribly sorry and feel free to request again and I will definitely rewrite it exactly how you requested. Otherwise, thank you so much for the request, I loved this idea so much and i hope you love what I made out of it!

Cold

Sirius Black x reader

Summary; I hate making these.

Words; 1041

Warnings; ptsd, flashbacks, trauma, yk, the usual with our boy Sirius

This made me want Christmas so bad, I had to fight not to add a Christmas theme in here (I fr should've tho)

Anywho, please request guys. I absolutely love bringing your guys' ideas to life. It makes me so happy! (And if you like my writing and wanna be added to my marauders tag list just comment and your wish shall be my command 😉)

Y/n had always loved the snow. The pure sight of the white powder in the winter filled her with joy. Therefore, it’s safe to say that when she awoke to the sight of it outside her window she was beyond ecstatic. She was so excited she immediately started squealing and searching her closet for her snow clothes.

“What’s got you so excited?” Her husband asked, walking out of the bathroom with his towel hanging low on his waist. Y/n paused and smiled at him, walked over and pushed a piece of wet hair out of his eyes.

“You cut it again.” She observed.

He nodded, “That I did.”

“It’s snowing.”

He smiled, “That it is.”

“Will you go outside with me? We can have a snowball fight and build snowmen.” She suggested, eyes sparkling.

Sirius laughed softly, “Yes, I will, love.”

Once they were properly dressed for the cold weather, Y/n ran out of the door, immediately sticking her tongue out to try and catch snowflakes. Sirius would have never guessed the cold would bother him, it never really had before. However, when he took a step out of the door and his mind flashed to his cell in Azkaban, he was thoroughly shaken. He tried to ignore it, but when the cold fully engulfed him he couldn’t stop it. 

All he could think about is the feeling of the dementors as they passed his cell, the cold that overtook every one of his senses. He looked around the area hurriedly, not noticing the girl he loved begin to walk over cautiously. He remembered what it felt like at the lake as it froze over, the dementors flying above him, desperately trying to suck his soul from him. 

“Sirius?” He flinched at the sight of the hooded figure floating in front of him, its face nearing his. He stepped back, pulling out his wand with a shaky hand.

“S-stay away!” He warned, although he knew it was no use. Dementors didn’t feel fear, they wouldn’t be intimidated by him. When the figure instead neared, his wand dropped to the ground as he stepped back again. His back hit a wall and he sat down, curling into a ball and shutting his eyes tight, desperately hoping for the dementor to leave him alone. 

He flinched at the sound of a door shutting, but as warmth once again soothed his skin he slowly lifted his head. Through blurry vision he could make out Y/n kneeling in front of him. His Y/n. He wasn’t at Azkaban anymore, he was home. She wasn’t a dementor, she was herself. She was his wife. 

“Sirius?” She whispered, softly placing her hand on his knee.

“Y/n?” He asked, just in case.

“Yes, my love, it’s me. It’s Y/n.” She said warmly. “It’s just Y/n. No one else.”

“I’m scared.” His body trembled as she pulled him up for a hug, he graciously let her.

“I know. It’s okay to be afraid.” He clutched tightly onto her body, silent tears falling onto her jacket. “You’re safe, love, you’re safe. You’re okay.” She pulled away and softly placed a hand onto his cheek. “Look at me, it’s just me. Just me, no one else.” Y/n repeated and he nodded shakily. “Sh, just breathe, Sirius. You’re okay.” She gently rubbed his cheek as he took strangled breaths, slowly feeling the panic leaving his body.

Sirius gave her a small smile, “Thank you. I didn’t know that would happen. I’m so sorry you couldn’t enjoy the snow and had to deal with me instead.” He said, hanging his head low shamefully.

Y/n gently lifted Sirius’ head and placed a soft kiss on his lips, pulling away only to rest her forehead against his.

“Don’t you ever apologize for something like that Sirius. It is not your fault. It’s a totally normal response, I’m not gonna hold it against you.”

Sirius sighed and pulled her into another hug, resting his face in the crook of her neck. “I love you.” He said quietly.

Y/n hugged back immediately, “I love you more.” She whispered back.

“Are you ready?” Y/n asked, holding tightly onto Sirius’ hand.

He shook his body in an attempt to get rid of the nerves filling his body, “I was born ready, it’s just a bit of cold. If Moony can be a freaking werewolf his whole life, I can go out into the snow.”

“I’m not sure about that, scaredy cat.” Remus said from behind the two, a teasing smile on his face as he held tightly onto his bundled up toddler.

Sirius rolled his eyes, “I’m a dog, idiot.” His eyes lit up. “I’m a dog!”

“What an obtuse observation, Pads.” 

“Remus, be nice.” Y/n scolded.

“Yeah, be nice, papa.” Teddy said quietly.

Remus looked at the girl, “You’re turning my child against me.”

Y/n held her hands up with a smile, “That’s all you, Moons.”

“Wait, guys, I’m a dog. Dogs don’t get cold. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy..” Sirius explained and transformed into his animagus before running out of the open door.

Y/n smiled as her and her lifelong friend walked out as well, “He’s doing it.” She said as she watched the black dog jumping around in the snow.

Remus laughed as he set Teddy down. Immediately the toddler ran to Sirius while giggling and wrapped his arm around the dog's neck. Sirius happily lapped at Teddy’s reddened cheek, giving him slobbery dog kisses.

“Ew!” Teddy exclaimed while laughing and Sirius transformed into a human. He pulled Teddy into a big hug and began spinning around. Their laughter filled the air as Y/n and Remus watched happily.

Teddy ran towards the two with his arms outstretched, “Papa, it’s cold!” He exclaimed, the chill in the air finally getting to him.

Remus leant down and picked the boy up, “Let’s go inside and make some hot cocoa, yeah?”

Teddy hummed while nodding and the two went inside. Sirius walked to his wife and took her hand, spinning her in a circle before placing a firm kiss on her lips.

“For the record-” He whispered once he pulled away. “Dogs do get cold.”

baby taglist; @1lellykins @loving-and-dreaming

[daydreaming-en-pointe]

Meet my OC Spider-Weaver (Spider-Woman, Earth 50513)

For the next few paras I’m gonna rant abt my spidersona :D this might not make any sense at all bc I’m just rambling at this point but here we go anyway! (a small warning, this is going to be a LONG post)

All images are from Pinterest!

TW: Mentions of death, some queerphobia/homophobia (judgemental aunties suck)

Name: Nikita Raina (pronounced Rhi-na like rhino but with an ‘a’ at the end instead of an ‘o’) (yes she’s South-Indian and yes this is me projecting)

Alias: Spider-Weaver*

Basic stuff to know:

-She’s loosely based off of a golden silk orb-weaver spider! I’m not going to attach an image but if you don’t mind staring at spiders then I suggest you look them up, they’re actually really pretty!!

-She’s been learning ballet since she was 3, picked up gymnastics for 2 or 3 years and then quit

-South-Indian

-Complete empath

-INCREDIBLE at knitting/crocheting/macramé knotting - basically anything involving thread + working with your hands. She literally works magic with yarn. She crocheted matching gloves for all of the Spiderteens one day after finding out that Hobie’s universe is COLD and his fingers are COLD and if she’s going to be holding his hand when it’s like that then she’ll freeze

Fighting Style:

Her fighting style is more aerobic and dynamic than the regular Spider-Man swings; she incorporates jetés and leaps from ballet into it while also using mid-air somersaults and other high-speed flips she picked up from gymnastics. She also teaches herself kalari adimurai (a South-Indian martial art similar to kalaripayittu) later on so she uses a few moves from that as well.

*The reason behind her alias being Spider-Weaver is that her web style has more of a lacy crochet feel to it than a regular spiderweb. This is what one of her webs would look like:

Her webs are bionic and on her web shooters she has built-in settings for the thickness and stretchiness of the crochet web. For example:

She can also switch up the style of her webs depending on how she feels yk? Like if she’s not vibing with any of the more plain ones she can switch to ✨ fancier ✨ stitches like

Arcade Stitch:

Lacy Stitches:

Fan Trellis Stitch:

And lots more. She’s basically got almost all crochet stitches as different settings on her web shooters. An added bonus is that they’re not only unique and quite pretty, but they’re also stronger and more durable than the average single-thread (unwoven) webs.

Backstory:

(canon events will be in red)

-She was bitten at 13. Her older brother (he’s 20, they have a 7 year gap) Ravi figured out something was wrong fairly early but she played it off as nothing, put his worries to rest and found her way as Spider-Woman on her own

-She was best friends with her universe’s Gwen Stacy since they were in kindergarten. She started freaking out few years into their friendship (they’re in middle school now) once they had become basically inseparable because she started feeling giddy and bubbly and getting butterflies around Gwen.

-Poor girl was basically terrified because her aunties (mostly her mother’s sisters) would constantly pressurise her by asking her if she had her sights set on a boy yet or discussing how her marriage to a boy would go once she was older - those prodding conversations and speculations only reinforced her fears that she wouldn’t be accepted and instead would be frowned upon if she told her family that she had a crush on a girl. So she became more withdrawn and distanced herself a little, so as to not to lose the favour of her family.

-Nikita is 14 at this point

-One day she accidentally told Ravi and she went quiet, expecting him to shame her or mock her but instead he just hugged her and told her he loved her no matter what, and guess what,, he’s queer (pan) too :D

-Fast forward to a few weeks later after an almost-death scare as Spider-Woman fighting her dimension’s Vulture (she slipped up, miscalculated a leap and almost got herself killed) she finally worked up the courage to tell Gwen because it seems like she returns her feelings too! So she goes up to her and they hug and they’re talking and she’s about to confess- But noooo

-Green Goblin attacks in the middle of the school day, during a student art & drama exhibition thing (the parents are all there) and hahaha guess what Gwen’s right in the middle of it

-So Green Goblin basically splits the school building in two and she’s on the terrace and she falls down almost 15 feet because the whole thing’s cracked and Nikita doesn’t have enough time to swing to reach her since there are so many people and she’s on the far, far side and-

-Gwen hits the ground at full force. Niki gets there just in time for her last breath and it’s a little bit like the Gwen-Peter 65 scene from ATSV (Niki’s Gwen slowly figured out that she’s Spider-Woman, she just didn’t say anything) yeah I might write out this scene sometime idk

-She manages to deal with Green Goblin for the moment but she loses her dad in the chaos too (basically instead of losing her uncle she lost her dad)

-So she lost her best friend and her father in one go

-She closes herself off and withdraws completely into herself and distances herself from everybody (except Ravi),, & starts going to ballet more to take her mind off things and to get lost in ballet, with the graceful, controlled movements so she doesn’t have to think of how everything’s gone wrong

-During the mourning period she and Ravi grow closer; they both start leaning more on each other and are able to tell each other anything

-Ravi has also started training to be a cop at this point

-Her relationship with her mother grows slightly strained and shaky the older she gets, because of how closed off she’s become

-Fast forward to when Nikita is 16 and a half and the Vulture attacks particularly viciously one day, right on the bridge (the Brooklyn Bridge variant in her universe)

-Her brother (who is now a police captain, despite being a little young) is in the middle of the maelstrom of cars being flung and buildings at the end collapsing. He - a police captain close to Spider-Woman - dies saving a child from falling rubble.

-That does a number on Nikita mentally and she just. Shuts herself down in terms of feeling emotion for a bit

-Like she just goes numb, like she’s in denial about how many people she’s lost in such a short time

-Terrified to make friends or get attached because her losing someone she cares about deeply seems to be a recurring pattern

-The only one she has left is her mom, and she’s grown really distant from her

-Little bit irrelevant but she takes up psychology. She studies how the emotional part of brain works, studies some basic therapy and other think-y stuff like that, and some of her Spider-Woman ‘jabs’ (not really but I can’t think of a word for them rn) are things like “did something formative happen to you as a child? yeah I thought I sensed some childhood trauma, would you like to talk about it?” And stuff like that (she’s pretty genuine about it too, if they start talking instead of just attacking her then she will sit down with a mug of chai and just listen to them rant)

-Anyway fast forward to a year and a half later when she’s 18

-Jessica Drew ends up following an anomaly she’s been tracking into Nikita’s dimension, the anomaly manages to get the upper hand on her and has almost overpowered her when Nikita finally swings in (probably during/right after a psychology exam too) and uses the element of surprise + her speed to get the upper hand on the anomaly and web it up

-She was recruited into the Spider-Society by Jess after she saw how capable and quick-thinking Niki could be. She saw her as someone who could be a useful asset to the society.

-It’s there where she met Hobie, Gwen, Pavitr, Margo, Miguel and Peter B. + a few other spiders she became friends with (I’ll expand on their relationships in a different post)

Suit design:

(I will be drawing this out properly sometime soon, don’t worry!! Feel free to skip this part if you think it’s too complicated ^^ I really have no idea how to describe it in a simpler way lmao)

-mainly shades of gold, black highlights

-on her arms there are black “cuff” markings like a golden silk spider’s legs

-on her wrists she has black bangles (more like cuffs bc they fit around her wrists, they aren’t loose & dangly)

-wears black fingerless sleeves, they look a little bit like Gwen’s but they have black splotches (a little bit like spray paint blobs) instead of spiderwebs

-has a black spider on the front of the suit

-wears a necklace! it’s colourful and has some mismatched colourful beads on a chord and two pendants in the centre, one pendant is a paint-splashed red electric guitar, the other pendant is one of Hobie’s rings

-wears black ballet pointe shoes

-the eye outline is black, the ‘eye’ inside is pastel golden

-black 🕸️ patterns on the side of both of her shoulders (like painted pauldrons)

Abilities:

-Along with the super-strength, super-speed and accelerated healing of the average Spider-Person, she can sense emotions and thoughts.

Not mind-reading exactly but if she focuses hard enough she can sense whatever emotion is radiating out of that particular person’s mind (she used to get very overwhelmed in middle school bc of the sheer amount of envy and insecurity and other emotions in raging hormonal teenagers’ brains and somehow studying psychology helped her figure out how to tune it out a little bit, since every time she can sense too much of intense emotions it’s like constantly blowing a dog whistle around a dog,, and she also gets horrible migraines and headaches from it)

She can even read thoughts if the emotion associated with it is strong enough.

An added ability that stems from being able to sense emotions and thoughts (to some degree) is that she can sometimes predict the moves that an enemy might make before they actually make them. It’s not 100% accurate every time but it’s still pretty useful

I’ll write out her relationships (everyone already knows that Hobie’s no. 1 on that list lmao) and the world descriptions later, but for now here’s the character that’s been living in my head since I saw ATSV :D

Oh also she’s besties with @hobiebrownismygod ’s sona Maitreyi :D desis gotta stick together yk (putting this here so I don’t forget to mention it in the relationships post ^^)

[the-golden-comet]

Hi hello! I noticed you also write and i guess I wanted to ask, how do you manage to write when the words don't want to word? Like no matter how many times you write and rewrite the sentence, it doesn't seem to do the scene in your head justice. I usually just stay away from the WIP to give me time to construct the words, but then I feel kinda guilty bc then im not writing. Any advice would be greatly and graciously appreciated!

Hi there! Thank you so much for the ask! ✨

Usually if I hit a writer’s block, I try to read a chapter back to respark my motivation. Some people do a “ten-sentence prior,” but I feel that sometimes my brain needs a little more context. This also refreshes my memory as to what happened in the WIP before I get to writing again, and jog back the writing flow.

When I write, I plan out “major plots” (aka my fun plots) that I work towards in my writing. These can be a certain trope that you like, a chapter you REALLY want to get to, a conflict you want to explore, or an idea you just want to write about. This typically returns my writing flow as my brain spins ideas that lead to those major plot points. Don’t worry if the ideas are cliché, because you can fine-tune them in the editing phase. Or, keep the clichés if they makes you happy. Just get all those ideas out there ✨

If that doesn’t work, there is nothing wrong with wanting to take a little break. Forcing yourself to write will tank your motivation faster than Sonic on four shots of espresso. Writer burnout occurs when writers feel they have to push the creativity through, losing sight of why they wanted to write in the first place: because they enjoy it, and find joy, entertainment, and purpose. You can’t force the brain to think if it’s tired and screaming at you to get your other needs fulfilled.

Never feel guilty about breaks. They are healthy for you mentally, physically, and emotionally. If you’re trying to stick to a consistent writing schedule, what I do to help motivate is to watch one of my favorite movies to start forming ideas, or reading other people’s works. That way my body and mind are in a relaxed state, yet I’m still gathering ideas and motivation for my stories, which is all a part of the writing process. I found that engaging in other arts and media help inspire me to be creative, and I can then channel that to my stories too.

This goes without saying, but drink plenty of water. Brain fog and confusion occurs frequently from dehydration. Going on a walk, or sometimes even looking outside the window and looking for objects with certain colors (like green trees, red cars, yellow lights, etc.) is a nice brain exercise. Engaging in the five senses helps ground yourself and can refocus your mind back to your document.

I hope these tips and tricks help! Thank you again for stopping by my ask box! 💫✨

[manawari]

Really really random thought

But if some of the S rank hunters had an S/O, I think it would go really badly if someone ever tried to flirt with their S/O anywhere near their proximity.

I mean, the national ranked hunters can essentially do whatever they want without consequences and it’s implied that they don’t hesitate to commit horrifying crimes if pissed off.

Some S ranks are definitely on the nicer sider though (cha haein, lennert)

Still, I don’t see it ending in any other way that a bloodbath for certain people(zhigang, thomas, maybe jinwoo)

The S/O would either not care and be completely desensitized at this point(maybe S/O is also a high ranking hunter used to horrific sights. Or they could really just not be bothered to care)

Or be totally traumatized(yandere?)

Side note, what do you think are the types for S ranks(personality wise)

Oh, good question!

But bear in mind, I already have S/Os in stored for these (most) S-Ranks, though I'd still describe it the best way I can:

Not going to include Dong-soo here because he does not deserve it.

Ma Dong-wook — I don't see him with someone. But if he does have a significant other, I'd say he prefers someone who is gentle and caring just like him. He's the type of guy who separates hunter life from personal life, so Dong-wook would likely settle for someone who keeps him grounded and forget that he is a hunter once he's with them.

Lim Tae-gyu — his coy and carefree personality matches with someone who is quite stoic and will be 100% done of him, but will cherish and tolerate him regardless, along with calling him out.

Baek Yoon-ho — Choi Jong-in.

Eun-seok — based on what we see of him only, he seems friendly and kind-hearted. He looks after people and protects them with every strength he has. I see him with someone who is mature and cares for people around just like him; I doubt Eun-seok will care what rank they are, but the moment his heart beats, he won't stop pursuing them.

Min Byung-gyu — his type is simple. Someone who understands him and loves him the way he does to them. He's the type of guy who will take someone out for a nice, sweet date, and then geek about history. He prefers to be with someone who is on the same level as him in terms of personality, since I don't think he'll go for someone tough, rather a person who has the cutest smile ever that can make his heart melt.

Choi Jong-in — Baek Yoon-ho.

Lennart Niemann — whether he denies it or not, his type is the exact opposite of him. He likes adrenaline, likely to give him headaches, but gives the best hugs ever.

Thomas Andre — someone who is done with him, but will easily melt the moment he shows a tint of affection.

Liu Zhigang — we know that he's a busy guy who protects his people and be his country's finest hunter alive, so I think his type should be someone who does not care about his status and treats it like it's not of a big deal like "oh, he's going out there to fight? Not even surprised."

Sung Jin-woo — he probably hasn't thought of what his type should be, so I guess he will just have to wait for his heart to "click" once he meets that certain someone, specifically who will appreciate him for what he is and on par with his skills.

Cha Hae-in — this girl has been exposed to spotlight ever since she awakened as an S-Rank, therefore a lot will only adore her because of what she presents in public, not her true self that she'd never show. She prefers someone who will see beyond that spotlight of hers and treat her like a human being, as well as not smelling bad for her senses, which will be a struggle for her to go on a date.

As for the Japanese S-Ranks, I sadly have no idea since my headcanons on them aren't exactly that big jagsajdgsdh (ask @pain-suffering-even if you still wish to know)

Side note: will it go badly if someone attempts to flirt with the S-Ranks' S/Os? That depends on the personality. If you're talking about the tough S-Ranks (including Eun-seok bc of personal headcanons), then you should pray for your dear life. As for the nicer S-Ranks, nothing to worry about, except that you'd get a death glare or they'll be clingier with their S/Os.

[aalissy]

Fragile

Anddd here's day 22 :). A lil bit of Ladrien hurt/comfort bc they're my babiessss. I hope y'all like it <3

AO3

Adrien Agreste sat at his desk, staring at his math homework without truly seeing it. The numbers and symbols blurred together, a testament to his lack of focus. His mind was elsewhere, wrapped in the complexity of emotions he didn't quite know how to handle.

It had been a long week. Photoshoots, fencing practice, schoolwork, and the constant pressure of being the perfect son for his father. And, to top it all off, there had been an akuma attack every day this week. God, couldn’t Shadowmoth give them a little break? Seriously, it was like the man never slept. 

Three of the latest akuma attacks had woken him up in the middle of the night. Adrien had barely managed to stumble out of bed, let alone try and defeat an akuma. Seeing Ladybug’s grinning face had helped some, as it always had done before.

Either way, the juggling act had left him feeling stretched thin, fragile even. He tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung to him like a second skin. He tapped his pencil against his homework, trying desperately to focus. He was supposed to be good at this. Why was it suddenly making no sense? Adrien groaned with frustration, tearing a hand through his hair as he leaned back against his chair.

A gentle tap on his bedroom window drew his attention away from the frustrating equations though. Ladybug. The sight of her always brought a smile to his face, and tonight was no exception. He hurried over, opening the window to let her in.

"Ladybug?" he asked, a mix of surprise and curiosity in his voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Adrien," she replied, her voice soft and warm. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning his face with concern. "I just wanted to check up on you. You seemed kinda... off lately."

Adrien's heart skipped a beat. Ladybug, his hero... his biggest crush, was here, in his room, concerned about him. He tried to muster a reassuring smile but felt it falter. "I'm fine, really. Just a lot on my plate."

Her eyes softened as she reached out, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "It's okay to admit when you're not fine, you know."

Adrien looked down, the weight of her words pressing against his chest. "I guess I just... feel a bit overwhelmed. Like I'm being pulled in too many directions at once."

Ladybug nodded, her expression understanding. "I understand, Adrien, you have so much to do. Being a student, a model, and everything else you do isn’t easy. It's alright to feel fragile sometimes."

That word echoed in his mind. It was the perfect description of how he felt, like a delicate piece of glass ready to shatter at any moment. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I just wish I could find a balance."

Ladybug's grip on his arm tightened slightly, offering silent support. "You're stronger than you think, Adrien. And you don't have to do it all alone. It's okay to lean on your friends, to ask for help."

Adrien looked up, meeting her eyes. The kindness and determination in her gaze gave him a small spark of hope. "Thank you, Ladybug. That means a lot to me."

She smiled a genuine, warm smile that made his heart feel a little lighter. "Anytime. And remember, even supermodels need a break. Take care of yourself, okay?"

Adrien nodded, feeling a bit of the burden lift from his shoulders. "I will. And... thank you for being here. You have no idea how much this helps."

Ladybug gave his arm a reassuring squeeze before letting go. "I'm always here if you need me. Just call, and I'll be there."

As she turned to leave, he felt a surge of gratitude. "Ladybug?"

She paused, looking back at him with a curious expression. "Yes?"

"You're my hero," he said, his voice earnest and sincere. "In more ways than one."

A faint blush colored her cheeks, and she smiled once more. "And you're mine, Adrien."

With that, she climbed back out the window, disappearing into the night. Adrien watched her go, feeling a newfound strength. Maybe he was a little stressed at the moment, but with friends like Ladybug, he knew he could face whatever challenges came his way. No matter what.