#i know my proportions are off please don't say it

[strwbwrrybunny]

( same person that sent the last request about ony btw!)

can u write bout how he’ll handle us if we have an attitude and start talking crazy to him

😭I feel like a slut rn imagining it but love ur writing though 💕💕!!

mdni,18

you stand in the doorway, arms crossed,staring at your dread-head fiancé.the tension in the room is palpable.you can feel your heart thundering in your chest, each beat sounding like your own undoing.ony sits on the couch, playing his playstation, unaware of the storm brewing inside of you. the continuous click of his fingers across the controller further ignites your anger.

“are you even fucking listening to me?” you snap, your voice is sharp and cutting.

ony sighs, pulling his eyes to look at his girlfriend. he doesn’t even know why you’re mad. recently, it seems like you’re always mad. last week it was because he forgot vinaigrette with your chipotle and now it’s this. ony was never the argument type, which was a bad combo because you always said what was on your mind. ony hated your attitude, and hated the way your mouth got when you had an attitude.

mhm, is all he musters out.

his nonchalance only fuels your anger. how can he be so indifferent? each time he doesn’t say anything, it’s like a slap to the face. you’re mad because he’d driven your car and didn’t put gas in it. yes, he’d given you the money after you confronted him, but it still irritated you that you had to do it.

"it’s a big deal to me," you retort, your voice trembling with emotion. "if i put my foot through this tv, maybe then you’ll pay attention.yeah?”

ony sighs, finally putting his controller down and giving you his full attention. "look,i just don't think it's worth getting this upset over," he says, trying to keep his tone calm and reasonable. "we can talk about it, but there's no need to blow it out of proportion."

but to you, it feels like he's minimizing your feelings, brushing them off as if they don't matter.the hurt and frustration bubble up inside you, threatening to spill over. you want him to understand, to see things from your perspective, but it feels like you're speaking different languages.

before you know it your feet are padding across the tan carpet,fingers snatching the plug from the wall.ony groans as his game powers off,there goes all his game progress.

“yo, y/n you’re tripping.”

“tripping? oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.have fun picking up your clothes, cause i’m about to throw all your shit off the balcony.”

you spin on your heels, ony hot on your tail as you enter the bedroom.you feel his hand grasp around your wrist and spin you around to face him, just when you open your mouth to spew the vilest things he presses his lips against yours.

you try to hold onto the anger, to remind yourself of why you’re mad, but his touch is rough and urgent, sending sparks through your body. your head starts spinning, the world around you fading away. his kiss is relentless, each movement making it harder to stay mad. you can feel your resolve weakening, your body betraying you as you melt into him, the anger slipping away with each passing second.

“finna fuck t’is attitude outta you.” he mutters against your lips, your mouth is dry as you try to think of a comeback.

“talk that shit now, girl,” ony demands, holding your hands tightly behind your back as he fucks you. you’re at a loss for words, the way his dick is prodding into your cervix has you quivering underneath him. he scoffs, “oh, now you’re quiet?” he switches over to restraining you with one hand. a breathy whine fumbles from your mouth, feeling his hand smack your ass repeatedly, each hit stinging more than the last. your face is a teary, drooling mess, cheek pressed into the pillow.

“o-ony please s-slow down!”

“nah, you gon’ take all of this.you so big and bad so take this dick.”

a shiver runs down your back as you feel his cool gold chain on your skin,followed by his soft lips.you’re a complete mess underneath him,the way he’s burying himself into your tight pussy has your legs shaking.each thrust is relentless and rough, the squelching of your wet cunt spurring him on.you wince as you feel his fingers wrap around your coils, forcing your head up and your back to arch even further.

“apologize. apologize for having an attitude.” ony grunts.

“i-i’m s-sorry-ughmfuck—“ your words catch in your throat as ony delivers a thrust that has you seeing stars.he hums, accepting your apology.ony retracts his hand from your hair and snakes it around your throat.the way your juicy ass is bouncing on him makes his stomach churn, “creamy ass pussy,” he moans softly,left hand still securing your hands behind you.

your stomach clenches each time he pushes back into you; you’re so fucking close. the pink vibrator ony’s attached to your clit has you in shambles, the vibration against your swollen bud making you shiver.you’re so damn wet, your fluids are leaking into the bedsheets. the sensation is overwhelming, and you can feel yourself pulling away from ony.he quickly puts a stop to that.

“uhnt uhnt, bring that ass back.”

fuck, why were you mad again?

[kykyonthemoon]

How to function your very tall boyfriend

Having troubles reaching things that are too high for you? Don't fret. That's what having a really tall boyfriend for.

A request by Sora.

🌻 Character x F!Reader Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel and Caleb (first time writing for Caleb <3)

Tags: soft, sweet, lovers, established relationship. This fic is for short girlies like me out there <3

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𝑿𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓

You stood on tiptoe, reaching the full length of your arm towards the row of shelves in front of you. A finger touched the box but you still couldn't get it. You looked around the archives, looking for the help of a ladder, chair, or anything. Then, the door opened, and you saw Xavier's face peeking inside.

Without waiting for him to speak, you waved to your savior. You looked at him, then pointed to the box located at the highest position on the shelf. 

"You want me to get it down for you?"

You gave him a nod. And, with a gust of wind, he appeared right next to you.

Your hair was still hanging over your face from the breeze that had just passed. When you recovered consciousness, you noticed that the box you required was in Xavier's hands.

“Wooooooooow!”

That was all you could say. Your eyes widened and looked at him, mixed with admiration and gratitude.

Xavier maintained a somewhat tired expression on his face. He handed you the package and said in a calm tone:

“Do you need anything else?”

Your gaze was still locked on Xavier. As usual, he was already quite attractive, but when he rushed to your side and grabbed stuff for you in the blink of an eye, his coolness grew tremendously in proportion to your heartbeat.

"I need… that one!"

You pointed your finger at another row of shelves. In truth, you already had everything you needed for the mission, but watching more of Xavier using his skills in bringing everything from a higher place down for you wouldn't hurt.

"Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xavier dashed to the shelf before returning to your side. All in a blink of an eye!

"That one too!" You pointed your finger in another way. "This one! That one! Two up there!…”

In only a few minutes, all the boxes stacked on high shelves were brought down and placed around you to form a wall made of cardboard.

"Woooooooow! "Xavier, you're so cool!"

You couldn't help but blurt out, causing the skin on his face below his blue eyes to grow scarlet. He came closer, put the last box in your hand and said:

“I've taken down all the things from higher shelves for you. Isn't it time I received my reward?”

Caught off guard when he suddenly leaned closer, you blushed a little in reply:

“Y-You… What do you want then…?…”

Xavier smiled mysteriously. He turned sideways and pointed at his cheek.

“You already know.”

Embarrassed, you placed a quick kiss on it. Xavier seemed unsatisfied.

“You really don't need all of these boxes, right? I heard that Jena will cut off the bonuses if she catches anyone tampering with the team's records. I can assist you clean up, but the prize must be more than this."

You chuckled. You'd become accustomed to his solicitation tactics.

"Please help me then. I assure you'll be pleased with the latter prize." After that, you lifted up his chin and gave Xavier an even deeper kiss on the opposite cheek.

𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏𝒆

You were used to visiting Zayne's house every weekend or on days off. Even when he was not home, you still liked to be there waiting for his return. You had a habit of eating snacks, especially sweets. So you brought a lot of things to his house to eat together. And always, he kept them nicely organized in the refrigerator or cupboards over the stove.

But sometimes, he put them out of your reach. At moments like that, you called out his name from the kitchen.

“Doctor Zayne. Doctor Zayne. Doctor Zayneeeee.”

He appeared soon after. On the bridge of his nose was still a pair of reading glasses. He carefully adjusted it and sighed.

“What do you need this time?”

“That jar of fruit gummies.” You pointed at it.

“I'm not your ladder.” Despite his grumbling, Zayne still took it down for you. With his height, it did not appear to be a problem at all.

"Thank you." You said. “I don't want to bother you. Why did you have to put my snacks so high up there?”

“I put it away so some sweet-loving worm doesn't eat too much.”

“I'm not a worm.” You replied, pouting. Zayne patted your head.

"Alright. Would you like anything else?"

Zayne kept telling you not to eat too many snacks, but he still took them all down. He separated them into parts and placed them on a large plate. The rest was put away to make sure you did not consume too much.

Knowing he was concerned about your health, you didn't ask for anything else but ate all of the treats he brought out. However, it was only when Zayne was away that you could properly appreciate his caring nature. Outside your snack cupboard was a letter with Zayne's handwritten words, which you took forever to read. It turned out he had moved your food to another place within your reach. Inside that cabinet was a candy tray with a lid. Zayne had prepared everything for you, with one additional note: Don't eat too much.

You burst out laughing. In response to his concern, you decided to rearrange his working space. Because he had left in a hurry to go to the hospital that day, his books were still not put away. That night, you caught him walking back and forth in front of his bookshelf, his expression rather serious.

“Did you rearrange the bookshelf?”

"Yes."

You replied. He placed his both hands on the bookshelf in front of him, skimming through the book titles printed on the spine. The book he had been reading in the morning was nowhere to be seen. Rather, you slithered right into the gap between his arms, making him turn to face you.

The sudden close distance made him a bit surprised. However, he maintained his composure and gazed down at you. The book he was looking for was in your hand. He smiled:

"What's wrong? You couldn't put it back since you found its place to be too high?"

You said with a pout, "If that's the case, then I won't give it to you."

You hid the book behind your back. WWho would have imagined that Dr. Zayne would boldly lean down, one arm around your waist to draw you in, while the other hand taking the book away from you.

You could hear his heartbeat matching yours as he pressed his body against you to return that book to its proper place on the shelf. He looked down at you, who was extremely confused. You asked:

“Aren't you going to read it?”

"No. I'm preoccupied with something else.”

He leaned down again, and kissed you.

𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒍

Your favorite store had just been redecorated, and the items you needed had been moved elsewhere. Most of them were within your reach, but some decorations with lights were located high up. You turned around to look for help, but the store staff was already busy with another customer. So you looked in the other direction, where you found Rafayel staring at some little decorative fish bowls.

“Rafayel. Please help me get this thing.”

Rafayel turned to face whichever way your finger was pointing. He would waste no effort to reach the lamp you needed. He placed his hand on a spherical night lamp.

"Is this the one?"

"Not that one. The one in purple.”

His hand went to another. "This?"

“Nooooo. I said the purple one…”

"This one has purple in it." Rafayel put his hand on a purple lamp, but it wasn't what you wanted.

“Rafayel. The purple one. In the shape of a jellyfish."

“Hmm…” Rafayel pretended not to see what you described, even though it was right in front of him. "All I see is a seahorse and a whale."

He's definitely teasing you. You scowled:

“I'm not joking with you, Rafayel. Get the jellyfish lamp!”

“Are you sure?” He reposed the question with great seriousness. “This jellyfish is so ugly and painful to look at that my eyes automatically ignore it.”

You puffed your cheeks and said each word clearly: “Take. That. Jellyfish. Lamp!"

"Okay." Rafayel gave a shrug. At last, his hand found the precise object you wanted. He lifted it. But instead of placing it in your eagerly outstretched palms, he put it on a higher shelf.

“Rafayel!” YYou yelled out of rage. He grinned from ear to ear.

“Here, you told me to take it, so I took it. You didn't mention that I had to give it to you"

“You!… Argghhh!…”

You were so furious that you failed to speak. You stood on your tiptoes and jumped up, trying to grab the item, but Rafayel raised the object entirely.

“Give it to me! Give it to me!” You danced in a circle around Rafayel, who was clutching the jellyfish lamp like a trophy. All eyes in the store turned to both of you. You stopped. Your face was red, both from anger and embarrassment.

You looked at Rafayel, who was teasing you with that handsome but punchable face. Then, like a light bulb had just turned on in your head, you thought of a way to "repress" him.

Your hands stretched out. Rafayel thought you were aiming for the lamp so he raised it even higher. But it was his collar you were after. He wasn't on guard so you pulled him down so easily, so close. Until your lips touch his delicate ones.

Rafayel rolled his eyes. He was so surprised. Taking advantage of the situation when his arm was gradually falling, you immediately grabbed the jellyfish lamp and stepped back, holding it triumphantly in your arms.

“Ha! I snatched it from you!”

Rafayel was in disbelief. He had earlobes the color of ripe tomatoes. With one hand softly brushing his lips, he turned to face you.

“You… cheated.” He said, "In that case, you can snatch me too!"

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒃

It had been a long time since both Caleb and you had a chance to go home to visit Grandma. A family meal was inevitable. He took you to the supermarket near your house to shop and prepare dinner.

Caleb knew too much about your taste. You simply followed him and let him select nearly everything. But when you were walking by the snack shelves, your gaze unintentionally paused at the top row, where there was a particular kind of cookie that you and Caleb used to enjoy together as children.

After noticing your halt, Caleb turned to face you.

“Oh, they still sell this?” He spoke up.

“I want to buy it!” You told him. One hand reached up but you couldn't get the snacks. You heard Caleb laughing hysterically next to you. You folded your arms and pouted: "What are you laughing at?" Why don't you get it for me?"

"I assumed you could handle anything on your own since you're already an adult." Caleb made a joke. “Remember when we were kids? Every time you couldn't reach something, you ran to me and tugged my arm?”

You reminisced about your childhood days. Whenever you needed to get something from a high place, the first person you called was Caleb. He would bend down so you could climb on his shoulders and then carry you like that until you got what you wanted.

“Yeah. I remember." You replied. “But why— Ouch!”

Caleb suddenly bent down, wrapped his muscular arms around your thighs and lifted you up.

“Caleb?! What are you doing?!" Your arms wrapped around Caleb's neck, holding on tight as if your life depended on this. You looked down at Caleb's grinning face. He responded:

“I'm helping you get your cookies.”

“N-Not like this!…” You blushed. You had grown up and no longer the innocent little girl you used to be. Being lifted up by him like this made you extremely timid. “People… People are looking at us…”

“Ignore them.” Caleb paid no attention to his surroundings. “Just look at me.”

You felt the heat radiating from your cheeks. Caleb didn't stop there, he asked you:

"Ready?"

"Huh?"

Without waiting for your response, he spun around so fast in that posture, which made you scream suddenly. You leaned entirely on Caleb, counting on him to keep you both balanced. He continued to rotate a few more times, before becoming lightheaded himself. Then he came to a complete halt and rested his back against the shelf.

You both burst into laughter. Laughing until your stomach muscles start to hurt. But Caleb still didn't let you go. He breathed heavily and said:

“I just remembered. Besides helping you get things from high places, I also helped you climb that wall when you snuck out without Gran knowing!"

“It was completely your idea!” You pinched his nose. “After that, both of us got grounded by Grandma.”

"Sorry." Caleb chuckled. “Shall I make it up to you with cookies?”

“Then help me up a little higher.” You uttered it out with joy. “Let's buy all the cookies here!”

[wombywoo]

Ok! I've finally decided to put together a (somewhat) comprehensive tutorial on my latest art~

Please enjoy this little step-by-step 💁‍♀️

First things first--references!

Now I'm not saying you have to go overboard, but I always find that this is a crucial starting point in any art piece I intend on making. Especially if you're a detail freak like me and want to make it as realistic as possible 🙃

As such, your web browser should look like this at any given point:

Since this is a historical piece, it means hours upon hours of meaningless research just to see what color the socks are, but...again. that isn't, strictly, necessary 😅

Once I've compiled all my lovely ref pics, I usually dump them into a big-ass collage ⬇️

(I will end up not using half of these, alas :'D)

Another reference search for background material, and getting to showcase our models of choice for this occasion~

When picking a reference for an actor or model, the main thing I keep in mind (besides prettiness 🤭) is lighting and orientation. Because I already kinda know what pose I'm gonna go with for this piece, I can look for specific angles that might fit the criteria. I should mention that I am a reference hound, and my current COD actor ref folder looks like this:

Also keep in mind, if you're using a ref that you need to flip, make sure you adjust accordingly. This especially applies to clothing, as certain things like pants zippers and belt buckles can be quite specific ☝️

Now that we've spent countless hours googling, it's time to start with a rough sketch:

It doesn't have to be pretty, folks, just a basic guideline of where you want the figures to be.

The next step is to define it more, and I know this looks like that 'how to draw an owl' meme, but I promise--getting from the loose sketch above to below is not that difficult.

Things to keep in mind are--don't go too in-depth with the details, because things are still subject to change at this point. In terms of making a suitable anatomically-correct sketch, I would suggest lots of studying. This doesn't even have to be things like figure drawing, I genuinely look at people around me for inspiration all the time. Familiarize yourself with the human form, and things like weight, proportions, posing will seem a little more feasible.

It's also important at this stage to consider your composition. Remember to flip the canvas frequently to make sure you're not leaning to one side too often. I'm sure something can be said for the spiral fibonacci stuff, which I don't really try to do on purpose, but I think keeping things like symmetry and balance in mind is a good start ✌️

Next step is just blocking in the figures. Standard. No fuss 👍

Now onto the background!

It's frankly hilarious how many people thought I was *hand-drawing* these maps and stuff 😂😂 I cannot even begin to comprehend how insanely difficult that would be. So yeah, we're just taking the lazy copy and paste way out 🤙

I almost always prepare my backgrounds first, and this is mostly to get a general color scheme off the bat. For collage work, it's really just a matter of trial and error, sticking this here, slapping this there, etc. I like to futz around with different overlay options until I've found a nice arrangement. Advice for this is just--go nuts 🤷‍♀️

Next, I add a few color adjustments. I tend to make at least 2 colors pop in an art piece, and low and behold, they usually tend to be red and blue ❤️💙There's something about warm/cool vibes, idk man..

Now we move on to coloring the figures. This is just a basic block and fill, not really defining any of the details yet.

Next, we add some cursory values. Sloppy airbrush works fine, it'll look better soon I promise 🙏

And now--rendering!

I know a lot of beginner artists are intimidated by rendering, and I can totally understand why. It's just one of those things you have to commit to 💪

I've decided to show a brief process of rendering our dear Johnny's face here:

Starting off, I usually rely on the trusty airbrush just to get some color values going. Note--I've kept my sketch layer on top, but feel free to turn it on and off as you work, so as to not be too bound to the sketch. For now, it's just a guideline.

This next stage may look like a huge jump, but it's really just adding more to the foundation. I try to think of it like putting on make-up in a way~ Adding contours, accentuating highlights. This is also where I start adding in more saturation, especially around areas such as ears, nose and lips. Still a bit fuzzy at this point, but that's why we keep adding to it 💪

A boy has appeared! See--now I've removed most of the line layer, and it holds up on its own. I'll admit that in order to achieve this realistic style, you'll need lots and lots of practice and skill, which shouldn't be discouraging! Just motivate yourself with the prospect of getting to look at pretty men for countless hours 🙆‍♀️

I'll probably do a more in-depth explanation about rendering at some point, but let's keep this rolling~

Moving forward is just a process of adding to the figures bit by bit. I do lean towards filling in each section from top to bottom, but you can feel free to pop around to certain parts that appeal to you more. I almost always do the faces first though, because if they end up sucking, I feel less guilty about scrapping it 😂 But no--I think he's pretty enough to proceed ���

They're coming together now 🙆‍♀️ Another helpful tip--make sure you reuse color. By that, I mean--try to incorporate various colors throughout your piece, using the eyedropper tool to keep a consistent palette. I try to put in bits of red and blue where I can

Here they are fully rendered! Notice I've made a few subtle changes from the sketch, like adjusting the belt buckles because I made a mistake 😬 Hence why you shouldn't put too much stock in your initial sketch~

The next step is more of a stylistic choice, but I usually go over everything with an outline, typically in a bright color like green. Occasionally, I can just use my initial line layer, but for this, I've made a brand new, cleaner line 👍

And the final step is adjusting the color and adding some text:

Tada!! It's done!

All in all, this took me the better part of a week, but I have a lot of free time, so yeah ✌️

I hope you appreciated that little walkthrough~ I know people have been asking me how I do my art, but the truth is--I usually have no clue how to explain myself 😅 So have this half-assed tutorial~

As a bonus, here is a cute (cursed) image of Johnny without his mustache:

A baby, a literal infant child !!! who put this wee bairn on the front lines ??! 😭

Anyway! peace out ✌️

[deezneezz]

Leona & ADD

I got a few ppl (on twitter) wanting me to elaborate on Leona and ADD, so I figured I will share my thoughts here as well, please be nice it's just a personal hc. You don't have to agree at all!! Since it contains some personal experiences I ask of people to please be kind about it!

Anyway, Leona and ADD.

I think a lot of people usually agree on Floyd and Kalim having ADHD, but Leona actually shows a lot of lesser talked about traits of ADHD. Namely Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria (RSD), sensitivity to clothing/textures (he doesn't like restrictive clothes).

He also has the more commonly talked about traits of course, executive dysfunction being a big one. And his depression definitely exacerbates these traits, when i was undiagnosed and depressed i used to sleep my entire days away. I wasn't getting anything done anyway.

Not to mention not sleeping properly, so I was desperate to find moments to sleep during the day. I've slept on floors, on toilets, in an abandoned corner in uni instead of going to class. I was just *so* tired all the time I didn't want to sit in class, I wanted to sleep.

I was lucky I passed classes without studying, cause i would've never gotten through uni otherwise. I still took longer than necessary. The moment my support system (Ruggie, anyone?) graduated and left I had no one taking care of my basic needs, and I certainly didn't.

I had a dorm mate who cooked for me, made sure I had even an ounce of self-care, and also looked at my room and said "hmm, Deniz, maybe it's time to clean up a little" and then I very reluctantly admitted that it may have gotten a little out of hand.

She would just sit in my room sometimes chilling around while I cleaned cuz that was one of the few ways I cleaned at all (this is a real thing for ADHD, called body doubling. It works). Ruggie arriving at NRC and Leona suddenly performing tons better in school is no coincidence.

Coming back to RSD.. I mean I don't really have to explain it do I.. book 2, Lilia's scathing remarks, the shame of disappointing his dorm, etc. I know a lot of ppl call book 2 an 'overreaction' but like, this is genuinely what it feels like internally when RSD triggers

book 6 too, Jamil's over-protectiveness is clearly (to the audience) smth that's mostly Jamil's own habits and trauma doing. But to Leona it's a rejection/insult to his ability to take care of himself, his skill, etc. This was genuinely smth that set me off too.

"How dare you try to explain to me smth I already know, do you think I'm stupid?" "You're not like me." The unwillingness to admit that someone may be relatable in any way because making any comparison to yourself makes you vulnerable to what you haven't achieved for yourself.

"I would ace these classes too if I wasted my time and life studying as much as they did, but I actually love myself." <- guy who was jealous and did not know he was coping and didn't study cause of executive dysfunction and concentration issues.

Leona clearly knows a lot about the things he genuinely cares about, Ancient spell language, chess, magishift, so its kind of funny to see him so low effort in classes. Though honestly i know the game also says that "Leona already knows all this stuff" so.. who knows really...

Now I'm more chill but I used to legitimately go off the handle a little cuz RSD doesn't really care about whether the shit u feel is proportional to the offence it physically hurts in your chest and you just wanna burn down the world at that exact time and... IS THAT NOT LEONA...

TLDR: give Leona therapy and meds, lol.

[pinkaditty]

Beauty (Twisted Wonderland, Rook Hunt)

tiptoes into blog again but steps on a comically placed whoopee cushion and alerts the entirety of my eagerly awaiting readers

hey hi hi sorry this is 2 let you all know that i am ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i had 2 disappear 2 focus entirely on my studies bc i was due 2 graduate with honors soon and i needed 2 have ALL my work completed lol! anyways, im glad 2 say that soon i will be the proud owner of an early bachelor’s degree in pre-med. this honors thesis better look STUNNING on my fucking resume. 

a/n: anyways YES im working on ur asks now that i have more free time yaaaaaaaaay!!! in the meantime enjoy this lol i wrote it entirely on a whim bc i saw the new rook card on twt and was like “hm. okay fine ass.” anyways let it be known i know VERY LITTLE about book 7 and Rook in general (ive seen spoilers but i don’t actively seek them out, plus i don't have the game anymore bc free palestine, fuck disney), so this might be ooc or an unusually placed scenario. please let me know how i can improve!

summary: rook’s back to his old self. he’s not sure of himself, but you have some choice words. 

cw: suggestive!!!!!!!! minors DNI!!!!!!!!!, book 7 spoilers i think, gn!reader (specifics of reader’s physical attributes are not mentioned, but Rook uses the masculine French word for "dear"), NOT PROOFREAD!!!!.

MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL THIS IS SUGGESTIVE!! THANK YOU FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!!!

“Well, I admit… the version of me you see standing before you, cher, was not me at my prime…”

You stare curiously at the man before you. Unmistakably, this was Rook. Same French accent, albeit with a harsher twang, same upturned green eyes, same haunting, knowing smile. It was Rook, without a doubt. But, he was different. He looked different. His uniform wasn’t Pomefiore- it was Savanaclaw. His hair was longer and wilder, choppy bangs and uneven waves falling in his face and along his back. His skin was darker, a light tan present on his usually pristine, pale skin. Freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and crest of his cheeks, and a smattering of them was found on his shoulders and neck. He didn’t stand quite as tall; rather, he stood with a slight slouch. Bending forward just slightly, piercing green eyes peering at you from beneath the shadow of  a wide-brim brown hat. Strangely, like this, he appeared considerably more predatory. 

Suddenly, him previously being in Savanaclaw made sense. 

However, this spurred a question in you. Not about his decision to change dorms, but about his words.

“What do you mean, not at your ‘prime’?”

You furrow your brows in confusion as you stare back at him, searching for answers. This Rook- with far more obvious muscle definition and hardened expressions- seemed quite at his fully-functioning peak. You step towards him, your eyes raking over his form, lingering at his rough, calloused hands on his hips, at his broad, freckle-covered chest, and at his perfect cupid’s bow, where a stray freckle laid. “Mon trickster,” he speaks, the sharp twang of his accent making you shiver. His lips rise into a knowing grin. Your eyes snap back up to his eyes, glued to you in irony. “It’s rude to stare.”

Your cheeks heat up only for a moment, but you wave him off. “Rook…” You start, giving him one more once over before glancing away again, not wanting to get too caught up in observing his proportions. “I don’t think this isn’t your prime. If anything…” You turn to him again, looking him in the eyes. You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before hurriedly spitting out the words before you could regret them. “...I think you’re beautiful.” 

You would expect Rook, of all people, to be unfazed by these words. However, he seems a bit taken aback, his eyes widening and his posture straightening, before he leans back forward again, his predatory smirk stretching wider across his face. “Merci, mon chéri, however, I do believe-”

“I mean it.” You quickly interrupt him, stopping him from beginning a self-depricating tirade of how unaccustomed he used to be to the concept of beauty. “I think you’re beautiful like this.” You face him head-on, your heart pounding loudly in your ears. This shouldn’t feel like confessing, but strangely, it does. 

Now it’s Rook’s turn to blush. His smile fades, his eyes going from knowing to gentle curiosity. The warm redness of the blush spreads across his tan cheeks, accentuating the darkness of his freckles. Something about that is endearing to you, and for a moment, you are emboldened. 

You step closer to him, to which he instinctively steps back, maintaining space while his senses are momentarily thrown off by his reaction to your praise. However, he doesn’t get to do that for long. He stumbles back into a stool, gripping onto its edge as he falls onto it, surprised. He would have known that was there, if not for your closeness and persistence. You move even closer, placing a knee between his thighs on the stool, boosting your height and leaning in to grab his face. He freezes, momentarily shocked by your bold actions, but he soon relaxes, his shoulders falling and his breathing returning to normal. He looks down, his eyes becoming hooded before he looks up at you again, his emerald gaze more alluring than before. He bites his lip before speaking, probably to distract you. Admittedly, it almost works. “Mon trickster…” He speaks again, and you wonder how anyone got used to hearing him speak, when such a harsh twang in a smooth accent contradicted so perfectly. He breathes shakily, a blush returning to his face. You deduced he was definitely trying to lure you in. “You’re being… awfully bold today. May I ask what’s brought this on-”

“Your imperfections are what makes your beauty!” You don’t shout, but you do raise your voice, ensuring his words are drowned out. Being this close to him makes you somewhat nervous, but you stand your ground, pressing your palms a little more into the flesh of his cheeks. He blinks at you confusedly, waiting for you to speak. You open your mouth to speak, but close it just as quickly, letting out a few false starts before sighing. You look away, taking a deep breath, before steeling yourself and facing him once more. Slowly, you let your eyes take in his face, until your gaze reaches his freckles, prominent against his tan skin. You find yourself stroking his freckles with your thumbs, gently tracing the nonsensical patterns in which they appear. You finally find your confidence again, and speak without thinking. “Your freckles and tan don’t tell me that you had bad or sensitive skin- they tell me that you loved the sun.” Your voice is so gentle it surprises yourself, not whispered, but low, and filled with a strange intimacy. 

His eyes widen at your words, his lips parted. He breathes shakily, but something about it is genuine this time. His eyes remain fixated on yours, his thick eyebrows downturned in a strange mix of melancholy and yearning. You stroke his face more, and he relaxes, closing his eyes and letting you hold him. You begin to breathe shakily yourself, your body flushing with heat and your fingers beginning to tremble just slightly. You move your right hand from his cheek to his hair, not once lifting your palm. Your fingers gently move through his hair, holding the back of his head, and he leans into your touch, exhaling as your pinky brushes the back of his neck. You lean in as well, following him as he follows your touch. He opens one eye to peer at you curiously, gauging your next action. When you gently pull at his waves, his eye snaps shut again, and he disguises a moan as a throaty exhale. You speak again, led purely by the spur of the moment. “Your uneven bangs and wild hair don’t tell me that you didn’t care for it- it tells me that you took the time to let it grow, and chose not to restrict what was yours.” You say this close to his neck, your lips gently brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers, gripping the stool harder.

You begin to pull back, keeping your palms to his skin. You move your right hand back to his cheek, where your left hand still rests on his other one. You pause for a moment before drifting both hands downwards, your palms and fingers tickling his jaw and neck. He leans his head back to allow you access, sighing quietly at the feeling. You gently trail your palms and fingers down his neck before finally resting at the base. You then gently drag your hands to his shoulders and squeeze them, looking up at him. His blush still remains, and his lips are still parted, his breathing still shaky. He gazes at you expectantly, as though eagerly awaiting your next bit of praise. You lean towards his face and press your forehead to his, looking down at his shoulders. “Your slouch does not tell me that you had bad posture- it tells me that you were shyer, and didn’t take pride in your appearance.” You begin to trail your palms down his shoulders, your fingers feather-light on his skin in their wake. He shivers at the gentle stimulation, closing his eyes again. His breathing gets heavier and shakier, and you begin to feel heat pool within you once more. You pull your head back, straightening up as your stare at him. Leaning your face close to his, you continue to trail your palms down his arms, your fingers lightly pressing into his muscles, mapping out the structure of his body. Eventually you lift your palms, using only your fingers to trail down his forearm, tracing the insides of his wrists. He hardly flinches, likely expecting this, but still shivers at the sensation. “It also tells me…” You continue, your lips mere inches from his, but not daring to move any closer, staring at his cupid’s bow and blonde lashes. Your fingers reach his hands, and you gently pry them from their grip on the stool, moving them to his lap, palms up. You trace your fingers along his rough, calloused palms and fingers, making shapes and patterns. “...That you took more pride in the things you did with your hands.” You press your palms into his and his eyes flutter open, not surprised to find you mere inches from his face. He exhales, his blush deepening. He blinks at you, knowing you still weren’t finished yet. 

“Your imperfections lead me to your beauty. That’s why…” You trail off, lifting one hand from his palm and caressing his cheek once more. “...You’re beautiful.”

You begin to pull back, closing your eyes and quickly moving away, beginning to move your knee from between his thighs on the stool. However, he quickly grabs you, his fingers gripping the back of your uniform as he pulls you in. Your knee follows your movements, pushing into his inner thigh on the stool. He sharply inhales, looking down, before looking back up at you with hooded eyes. His eyes still look expectant, as though he still wants more.

“Mon trickster…” He says lowly, pulling you in further. Your knee presses harder against his inner thigh and your upper body closer towards his. He breathes shakily, moving one hand from the back of your uniform to the front, bunching some of it in his grasp. He tilts his head towards you, and you can feel his breath on your lips as your eyes lock with his. Heat flushes through your body again.

“Are there any other… imperfect beauties… that I possess, that you’d like to point out to me?”

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[lucysarah-c]

I would like you very much to talk about the girlfriend effect on Levi's fashion

The man has zero sense on it it's actually hurt

The way I squealed when I read this ask. I was like that TikTok sound of “OH MY GOODNESSI LOVE THIS QUESTION! I THINK..!”

*Deep sigh* Anon, you're absolutely right; it's time we face the truth about Levi's sense of style – it's hideous. Have you witnessed those panels of him in the Uprising arc with a T-shirt on top of a long-sleeve shirt? I mean, seriously, it's like, "You're lucky I adore you, Levi…"

Now, let's establish some basics. We can't delve into the "girlfriend effect" without first acknowledging Levi's life as a man. I hate to break it to many of us, but Levi is, indeed, a man – raised by Kenny, no less. Levi values cleanliness and practicality. To sum up Levi's approach to broad topics: cheap, pragmatic, and straightforward. The only exceptions to this rule are tea and cleaning. Levi grew up in poverty, so he won't waste a single penny on face cream, even if you harass him. As an example, there's a "game" that was only available, I believe, in Japan, that had side stories, and Levi literally told Erwin he wasted too much money on "pointless" stuff like hair pomade…

Levi doesn't buy much furniture, treats for his body, clothes – anything, really. I'd even venture to say he might get some of his clothes from donations. He saves his money for tea… and tea sets.

And here's where the girlfriend comes into the picture. It starts subtly; she spends a night in his personal chambers and suggests bringing in new pillows, curtains, furniture, scented candles, and bathroom appliances for her stuff. Then the full transformation happens.

Levi, pale as ever, refuses to wear sunscreen like any man would. “I'm trying to look after you!" she would insist while running her hand through his face; he's not pleased. He hates the sticky feeling, but it's just the beginning. He pretends to dislike it, but he falls asleep so easily when his face is on her legs, and she's giving him a face massage with a full face glam, mask, and gua sha.

"You have to use it like this, against the hair movement, to create volume so your hair doesn't stick to your scalp," she says, applying molding wax to his hair to give it more volume. Skincare routine? Check. Lip balms? Check. Hairstyles? Check. Personal chambers now looking comfy and homey? Double-check.

And finally, the clothes. He's against it at first, always in uniform, so why bother? But she explains how proportions and colors can make him look taller, and he's tempted to tell her he doesn't care. However, her puppy eyes beg him to wear what she chose.

The result? Levi, who once dressed like a pre-teen from the 2000s, transforms into a model. The LOOKS? He goes out with the vets for a few beers on a day off, and MPs are turning around; even Erwin is surprised. He's supposed to be the high maintenance of the group, not Levi! This transformation becomes the main giveaway that Levi is dating. Glowing skin, glass-like complexion, perfectly cut and smooth hair with ideal volume.

The cherry on top? Suddenly, he's taking days off, going out more, and knows a lot about which restaurants are "not that bad," all while dressing like a Vogue cover.

The only disadvantage? Now he has his pockets full of lip glosses, napkins, hand cream, etc. Women's clothes don't have pockets. How is he supposed to explain to the MPs when they ask for a pen, and he pulls out a pink, glittery lip gloss from his pocket? Not everything is an upside.

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[oracle-of-dream]

Photo Finisher

Minors DNI

Summary: Yechan is from the rookie idol group, 82Majors, and his managers have set him up in the studio to get some amazing photos. But he's heard of your other prizes for good behavior, so he's interested in your other services...

Warnings: Male Reader, Blowjob, facial, degradation, domYechan, cum eating

Wordcount: 1.7k

You spent your morning selecting the songs for the playlist vibe you needed for today's photoshoot. Rookie idols were always tricky to deal with. Most were scared so stiff that they could hardly count as models...

Today, Yechan from 82Majors was your muse. The appointment was a last-minute order from management, and someone must've paid a chunk of money to call you in before noon. It's a part of your contract that you don't have to work before noon without an extra fee determined based on your mood for the day. It was 8am, so you told your boss to push for 40% higher than your usual rate. This usually moved companies away to pick a later time, but your boss immediately texted you back, telling you to get ready.

It was ten minutes before the photoshoot was supposed to start. Your staff set up everything from lights, cameras, software, and canvases. There was murmuring in the prep room, which is the room before entering the main studio, which meant the client had arrived. After some time, likely for hair and makeup to work him over, a young man with brown hair and strong cheekbones entered and greeted you.

"Hello, photographer y/n. It's a pleasure to be working with you, and thank you so much for taking our call so late minute." He bowed deeply.

"Yeah, hi. Just called me, y/n. Photographer y/n is a little much."

The boy nodded. "I-I'm Yechan, from 82Major!"

"I know who you are. I read the paperwork," you replied dryly.

Your morning coffee hadn't kicked in yet... This was going to be an extremely rough morning.

Yechan took his time to go around to the rest of the staff and introduce himself to each of them, handing out small gift bags from his company.

You looked at your phone for the time. 8AM.

"Okay, that's enjoy chitchat. I'm already at 30% on the irritated scale, and being behind schedule will make it jump to 50%."

With your clear directions, everyone hopped to attention and started scrambling to their stations. Yechan hustled off to get his hair and makeup re-touched before stepping onto the canvas.

"Yechan, if you have any issues or questions with the photos, tell me. The one thing I hate more than waking up early is someone who can't speak on issues.

Yechan nodded eagerly and took followed directions beautifully. Every single angle, down to the degree, was perfect. Clearly practiced. Because of that, you managed to wrap up the first set of photos easily.

"Let's take 10 and switch outfits. We're making excellent time, so let's keep the pace up." You announced to the team.

As you went back to your studio chair, Yechan approached you meekly.

"Yes?" you asked without looking at him, more interested in your phone.

"Um... I'd like to ask you about your services, sir." Yechan mumbled.

You rolled your eyes before looking at him. "My services? I'm a photographer. I take pictures. Be clear about what you want."

"Okay, then I'll be straightforward." Yechan took a deep breath before continuing, "I'd like to please you."

You raised an eye. "Please me? I'm happy enough that we're ahead of schedule. You want me to be happy? Keep working hard."

Yechan shook his head. "I don't know if there's some sort of secret code or something... it's honestly a little embarrassing to just say, you know."

You giggled in your seat, finally looking up from your phone. Yechan was a pretty good-looking man. Knows his angles, good body proportions, and a face card that doesn't look like it'll decline with its high limit. You bet he was about 6 1/2 inches, with a left curve. You read that he was from Canada and the brother of another idol, but you can't remember the brother's name...

You sat back in your chair. "Do you mean you want to have sex with me, boy?"

Yechan's face got pink instantly. "Well, they said you were really frank. But I still didn't–"

"So it's a no?"

"It's a yes! I do want to have... s–sex with you."

You smiled. "And what did you have in mind, young man?" The age gap between you wasn't big, but you could tell he was melting from you treating him like he's the younger in this situation.

"I want to do whatever makes you happy."

"So you have no plan? That's not very well prepared of you."

"I'm pretty skilled though! I got a few tricks!"

You smiled bigger. "Tricks? And what if I refuse? Yechan's face turned white. He clearly didn't consider the possibility of you saying no to him. "You didn't think I was some prostitute, did you? That you could just say, sex, and I'll give it?"

He shook his head, "No! Of course not–I'd never think that."

"Then tell me, what would you want? If you can have anything from this."

He looked around before getting closer to whisper. "Um... If I could choose. I think I'd be really into cumming on your face after you suck me off, and maybe I call you a few names and stuff..."

"Oh, that's it?"

He shrugged. "I'm a rather simple guy..."

"Then, simply guy, let's finish this up so we can get busy," you winked at him as you went off to find more of your staff, leaving him alone with a clear boner.

The photoshoot resumed, Yechan in his new outfit. The crop top really complimented his figure, and honestly got you more excited for what was coming. You could also tell he was pretty excited. His cock could barely stay inside his pants, a few pictures had his tip peeking out, and you personally deleted those to save him from the embarrassment.

After the photoshoot, Yechan went into the dressing room to get changed. You dismissed the staff for the night, thanked everyone for being present, and then walked into the dressing room.

"Hello? Anyone home?" You called.

Yechan let out a small yelp, covering himself. "I'm in here!"

"Yes, obviously. I came here to find you." You closed the door and locked it behind you. "I'm here to give you the reward you requested for being such a good boy today."

Yechan's face was red, his shirt and underwear were on, but his pants were still on the floor.

You winked at him, "easy access? For me? How considerate."

"That's not–"

You dropped to your knees and started crawling over to him. "This is your reward, remember? Anything you want goes, but if either of us says stop, we're done."

Yechan nodded, still covering his crotch.

You crawled right up to him, your face inches away from his dick. "Are you going to hide all day? Isn't it your desire to take charge?" You unbutton your shirt, letting it sensually slide down your shoulders, but not taking it off completely.

"So, I can just go?" Yechan asked again to be sure.

"Yep, just–" Yechan pulled your hair and pushed you into his crotch, making you huff his musk. Slightly sweaty, but pretty clean. You could feel his cock throbbing under the thin fabric, 6 1/2 inches, and curved to the left... You moved your hand to touch it, but Yechan slapped it away.

"Did I tell you to use your hands, s–slut!?" He hesitated at calling you a slut. But the submissive look in your eye reaffirmed him. "Use your mouth to take it out."

You maneuvered your mouth to his waistband, nose grinding against his abs, and dragged his boxes down. His cock smacked you in the face as you moved. His balls were heavy and full, he was throbbing like crazy, and even a slight graze earned a guttural groan. Yechan had really been waiting for you...

"Get to work, whore."

You look up at him, still keeping your hands off him as you caught his cock in your mouth and started licking.

"More than that, I don't want you half-assing it. I'm a busy man!" He pulled on your hair, pulling you into him to make you take more.

Yechan was starting to get more into it, which made you want to mess with him. He wouldn't last long if you tried to push him to it, but if he's so busy, then he can handle it. You straightened your back, corrected his hand to move your head and not pull your hair, and relaxed your jaw. Yechan noticed the change in your attitude as he started getting greedy. Pushing you deep, holding you there, all while telling you how much of an attention whore you are. You pressed him more, flattening your tongue and turning off the gag reflex. You were taking over.

"Wait, holy f–fuck," he moaned as he grabbed a nearby table. "Oh, you're so good. So, so, good at this." You squeezed his balls, earning more praise. "My balls too! Fu–fuck, baby just like that. Keep chugging it." He pushed you down, controlling the tempo, making it faster. "Your mouth is amazing, I–I'm gonna fucking cum." He almost whined as you pulled off of him, jerking him off and licking his tip. His pressure was building. Fast. "Please let me cum on your face!"

You giggled. "Say it in character!"

Yechan's words were still fumbling. "I–I will cum on your face?" He questioned before you squeezed his balls firmly. "God Damn," his cum shot out and landed on your face. "My... g–god." He wouldn't stop, pump after pump. It was at last 8 pumps, full of cum, now on your face. Each was accompanied by a thrust and whining moans from Yechan. You stroked him through it all, milking him completely before giving the tip a lick and a kiss.

"All done?"

Yechan breathlessly smeared his cum on your face, using his cock. Pushing it toward your mouth. "I'm sorry for the mess..." He said breathlessly.

You pulled out your phone and took a picture with Yechan. Cock still out and cum on your face, but a little less as you wiped some off. You put the tip back in your mouth for your picture, earning more begging from Yechan.

"P–Please! No more, I can't cum again!"

You help Yechan finish getting dressed and clean yourself up, sending him on his way and adding his photo to the folder with the others...

[f1smutwriter]

Hello I saw you write for pierre could you write one where they had a fight and fem reader is giving him the silent treatment

After going out with charles and alex, pierre finds out some hot tea he comes into the bedroom asks to pause their fight si he can share the tea which is something they always do together without fail.

Maybe gossiping is how they met like idk they sat at bar together and he overheard her gossip on her phone about her date. So he listened in lol

I saw a picture of Charles showing pierre something on his phone and it looked like juicy drama.

Feel free to make up the gossip or use actual f1 gossip I'm just getting into it so I don't know a lot of lore.

Thank you xo

|𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐚 (𝐩𝐠𝟏𝟎)

|𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Summary: they get into an agreement but the tea is too good not to tell.

Warnings: nothing, a bit of cussing that’s pretty much it

Notes: I loved writing this and I’m so sorry for not posting I’ve been trying to keep up with the writing from these and my books so I’m sorry. Girl I hope you enjoy!

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“Really the silent treatment, it was one word it didn’t mean anything” Pierre tried to tell me but I didn’t give him any of it. He just shakes his head before saying the word that made this whole argument. “I called you dramatic because you said I didn’t love you because I forgot your chocolate, which is extremely dramatic” He told me making my jaw drop as he called me dramatic again. I just roll my eyes and flip him off going to the kitchen.

“Oh come on mon ange you’re really mad at me” he says following me to the kitchen. I don’t say anything to him I just go to the fridge and take out some pineapple to cut for myself. “Baby please I need you to not ignore me I hate when you ignore me” he told me making me roll my eyes from his begging voice.

“Fine I’ll just ignore you then” he grumbled going to his game room to join the simulator with his friends. A few hours later he comes in the room and hopes in the shower. He comes out in his towel and his gold chain around his neck making me just stare at him in awe but quickly look away when he looks at me.

“I’m going out with Charles and Alex for a bit I made you dinner already so don’t worry about starving to death” He shouted from the closet when he was changing. I just sigh hating being alone in the house but I continued to go on my phone (secretly watching edits of him). He comes out in baggy light washed jeans, a green hoodie and a jacket to layer it with his chain and his ring that I gifted him. I basically drool over him but I try to ignore him.

He blow dries his hair making it the perfect amount of fluffy, once’s he’s finished getting ready he comes to me and grabs my jaw softly kissing me making me kiss back like a first instinct.

We kiss for a couple of minutes before he lets go and kisses forehead softly before whispering. “I’ll see you in a bit mon ange. Je t’aime” he whispered to me before giving my neck a peck before leaving the room. I just sit in my room waiting for him to come home already missing him even though he just left.

Charles, Alex, and Pierre are all playing poker with some other friends they grew up with. “Dude did you hear the shit that was happening” Charles asked Pierre who was looking at his cards. “No what shit” He asked fixing his cards so he didn’t lose.

“So something happened with Max and Nando and I think their like arguing for a redbull seat, but redbull is obviously gonna stick with Max and Nando is pissed so he’s like talking a lot of shit about max” Charles said while putting his chips in the middle. “And want is max saying” Pierre asked now just listening to the story.

"He's pissed calling Nando immature, and how he's taking it out of proportion" Charles says while taking a swig of his drink. "That's fucking crazy man" Pierre chuckled while placing down his cars showing the boys he won another round. "Fucking hell man how do you always win" Alex says throwing his card on the table.

"You just suck at poker mate" Pierre laughed while taking all the chips. "Well mates I got to go lily wants me home for dinner and I don't want to be broke" Alex chuckled while packing up his things. "Yeah I got to go to Y/n me hope at a certain so l got to go" Pierre said before taking one more sip of his drink before grabbing his keys and going to the car.

Once he gets home he speed walks to the room seeing me on my phone watching some videos. "Baby" he says softly to me making me roll my eyes. "I know you're mad at me, but I have drama that needs to be told” Pierre said dramatically sitting on the edge of the bed. "So pause the fight because it is too good" Pierre says making me smile before wanting to hear.

“So apparently the girls are fighting, Max and Fernando are arguing about a redbull seat, and obvi redbull is gonna stick to their starboy so Nando got pissed and started talking nonsense about it. Saying how max doesn't deserve the seat and how it should be his, and max is like he's being ridiculous and immature" Pierre says spilling the tea to me without taking a single breath.

"No fucking way, I thought Nando was loving it at Aston Martin" I say confused on the whole topic. "Apparently not because he's not getting as much attention as Lance is because he's a ne-" I cut him off before he finished the sentence. "Be respectful" I warned him with the look that makes him be nice

"Sorry Mon ange, but yeah that's why the girls are fighting over a stupid seat" Pierre laughed which makes me laugh. "Please tell me you're not mad anymore" he asked me with his puppy dog eyes and pout. "No baby I'm not mad anymore" I say lovingly while running my fingers through his hair. "Since when did we start spilling tea to each other because now it's just normal" | asked while feeling his hair through my finger tips.

“The first day we met, heard you talking about that dick head that stood you up so I got the courage and talked to you” he says softly to me while his head is in my lap and he’s rubbing thigh. “You were listening” I laughed while scratching his scalp a bit just like he liked it. “When I heard ‘you’ll never guess what happened I was all ears” he laughed against me making me laugh with him.

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3 years ago

“Dude you’ll never guess what happened” was the one word that Pierre heard to make him start listening to my conversation without me knowing. The asshole stood me up said he was with another girl who’s ten times prettier” I said absolutely pissed while talking to my friend.

Pierre just takes a sip of his drink shocked that a guy can say that to someone as gorgeous as you. “I bet you his dick was tiny” I say making fun of the guy making Pierre almost snort out in laughter.

After the call ended I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I turned around to see who it was I see then most handsome guy I’ve seen. “Hi I’m sorry to bother you but I just wanted to say that you’re beautiful” Pierre said making me smile softly and feeling my cheeks get hot.

“That you so are you” I stuttered, “I-i mean handsome you’re very handsome” I stuttered pretty bad making him smile softly at me seeing his pearly white teeth. “I’m sorry I’m never really like this” I tell him trying to save myself from embarrassment. “No it’s okay I think it’s pretty cute” he told me making me blush ten times more almost looking like a tomato.

“May I have your name” he asked me softly his French accent making it so much better when he talks. “Hailey my names Hailey” I say softly still blushing for the life of me. “My names Pierre nice to meet your Hailey” He smiled softly now it being my favorite thing he does even though we just met.

“Can I take you out sometime” he asked me making me look happy. “Yeah heres my number” I say giving him mmhmm number on a napkin. “Are you free right now” he asked me feeling surprised that he asked. “Yeah I am actually why” I asked confused on the question.

“Can I take you out right now” he wondered making me blush more and more probably looking ruby red. “I would love to” i mumbled feeling embarrassed from the blush on my face. “Let’s go I have a place in mind” He says softly holding my hand to take me outside.

“Is this the part where you kidnap me” I joked softly while taking his hand. “I don’t know do you want to get kidnapped by me” he chuckled making me giggle with him. “Maybe but seriously where are we going” I asked softly letting him lead the way to this random place.

“Welcome to the pretty pond that I found” he says softly showing me the pond that was glowing from the moonlight. I see fireflies everywhere admire the beautiful view. “You have no idea how much I need this, thank you” I say hugging him making him wrap his arms around my waist hugging me back. “Of course Mon ange” he whispered softly and smoothly in my ear.

“What does that mean” I asked him about the sudden nick name. “You’ll find out soon” smiled softly brushing my messy hair behind my ear making me blush more.

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Present

“I remember that day, I love it so much” I said softly scratching his head as he kissed my thighs a bit. “Talking to you was the best decision of my life. I don’t regret one thing about it” he mumbled against my thigh making me giggle. “Even when I’m being dramatic about chocolate” I said making him chuckle softly. “Even then I will never regret talking to you baby I love you” he said softly to me before leaning up to his me.

“I love you too baby” I say kissing him back softly making him grab my neck like he always did. He squeezed my neck still kissing me with such love and care like I was fragile and he was scared to break me. “Gosh Mon ange you’re so precious, it’s truly captivating” he whispered before going back to kiss me making me whimper softly. “Let’s go eat some dinner” he says before giving my neck one last squeeze.

He goes to the pantry and sees a familiar bag in the corner. “Mon ange” he called out making me hum. “What did you say you wanted from the store” he asked softly making me look confused. “Chocolate why” I asked while placing the plates on the island. “There’s chocolates right here” he said back with a funny look making me look at him with a guilty face.

… “Oops”

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Notes: tell me why I’m trying my hardest to get these 5 post out. Yes you read right FIVE. Anyways if you requested something don’t worry it’s coming out soon. And yes more smut is coming out real soon. Let’s just say it’s another threesome. Hope you enjoy!

[mrsbsmooth]

I get that everyone is very excited about unbelievably-hot-sexy-tattooed-necklace-floppy-hair-boy, but can I make a humble request?

I'm trying really hard to say this nicely but I've had a hellish week so it's probably going to come out a little harsher than intended.

Once you start playing, and you inevitably realise you're not having a good time, and you decide you don't want to play any more, please don't ruin it for those of us who keep going.

Last season, I wasn't the only one who felt like people were getting really rude and/or judgey over those of us who were still playing. Yeah, it's not perfect. Oftentimes it's downright bad. But we're still playing it, and we're trying to have a good time.

I don't want to be reminded that my LI says the same things as the others. I know. I don't need to be reminded that their proportions are off or that their face is weird or whatever. We know. But we're trying to enjoy the game as best we can. There's just no need for me to post something raving about my LI and have the comments, the asks, whatever saying 'you know his route is exactly the same as [other person] though right?'. It just makes me not want to bother posting to tumblr at all. It's funny if you're laughing and commiserating with your friends if we're all playing together, but when you're not playing, and I am, it actually comes across as really patronising. It makes me feel like you're looking down on me for enjoying a game that you deemed not up to your standards.

I'm not saying I've never complained about the game, that would be insane. I've got a whole blog where I talk about it all the bloody time. But I'm also playing and I'm making jokes and memes with other people who are also playing. We're commiserating together.

Argh, I'm not wording this right.

Here.

If you and your friends are all watching a movie, and you aren't enjoying it, go ahead and sit on your phone that's totally fine.

You're welcome to look up every now and again and ask what's going on, or look up and smile at a kiss scene and go 'awww that's cute' and go right back to your phone.

But don't yell out insults at the movie while your friends are having a good time watching it. And especially don't make fun of your friends who are laughing at the happy bits, or crying at the sad parts.

Don't tell them they're being silly because the movie is dumb and you've seen better.

I just want to watch a movie with my friends, I guess.

[waiting-for-a-sunny-day]

1. “You think you’re the only one who can find a date?” Geto paused his inspection of himself to meet Gojo's gaze in the mirror. “Ah, no, sorry. You don't go on dates. You have to know the other person's name for it to count as a date.”

Behind the near black of his sunglasses, Gojo’s eyes widened with exaggerated offense.

“You can’t slut shame anymore, Suguru. It’s 2010,” Gojo teased, as he flopped back on Geto’s bed.

“I’m not slut shaming you. I’m saying you’re not in a position to act like me going on a first date is a scandal."

Gojo tipped his head backwards and leveled Geto with an over-dramatic eye roll. 

He does that to make people notice how pretty his eyes are. 

“It’s not a scandal. It’s…”

Whatever Gojo thought it was was a mystery, because he was uncharacteristically lost for words. 

Despite what Gojo might accuse him of, Geto was not a sex negative person or a prude. 

He was just madly in love with his best-friend-slash-roommate, and every time Satoru stumbled home with his clothes rumpled and his hair fingered through, Geto felt like burning Tokyo to the ground.

It was all the unhinged, unrealistic pining that led Geto to make this plan in the first place.

The Plan: Geto was going to get over his straight, no-strings-sex-only, relationship-phobic best friend.

Step One of The Plan: Find literally anyone else in the entire world that he could think about kissing without wanting to die.

- - - - Read more cut - - - -

A month earlier, he’d gone so far as to get a guy’s phone number. He’d popped into a café after a particularly foul curse he’d absorbed – hoping to wash the taste out of his mouth with tea and a pastry – and the barista had such a stark white shock of messy hair that Geto had done a doubletake to make sure Gojo wasn’t fucking around in a coffee shop on some bizarre mission objective.

The barista had been, admittedly, extremely attractive. His hair was bleached, but it suited him, and he had pleasing, well-proportioned features. Working on pure adrenaline and determination, Geto had asked him for his number. The guy had turned beet red but managed to stutter out his info to Geto.

Almost as soon as Geto left the café, though, the little nits and snags started to pop up in his mind.

Obviously, the eyes were all wrong. The shyness wasn’t right. The smile. His voice. He wasn’t tall enough, and his hands didn’t have that same graceful strength.

It was a laundry list of how fake-Satoru was emphatically not Satoru.

Geto wasn’t even all the way down the block before he deleted the barista’s info from his phone.

Now Geto was on attempt number two: a first date with a man who in absolutely no way resembled Satoru Gojo.

His non-Gojo-ness was exactly what prompted Geto to ask the man at the train station for his number. Shota was short, burly, square-faced, and serious. Geto had only clocked the man’s interest by the overly long looks he’d shot him.

At least I'm good at reading people…

“Hey, you should bring her back here,” Gojo said – pulling Geto’s attention back to the present. “We can watch that new horror movie. Human Earthworm.”

…unlike my oblivious best friend.

“Are you seriously asking to be the third wheel on my date?”

Gojo’s face was upside down - his head practically hanging off the end of Geto’s bed. The odd angle must have been what made Gojo’s smile look off.

“You worried she’ll be more interested in your hot roommate?”

Geto shot him an unamused look.

“I don’t know why anyone agrees to sleep with you,” Geto lied. “Your head’s so big, it seems like a crush risk.”

“They can tell I’m killer in bed,” Gojo smirked. “The risk is worth the reward.”

Geto turned away and pulled at the shirt he was wearing. He didn’t totally love it, but he also didn’t care as much as he should about impressing Shota.

It wasn’t as if Geto was about to fall in love with this train station stranger, but if he at least went through the motions, maybe his brain would get with the program and start considering non-Satoru people as potential romantic interests.

“But, seriously, Suguru,” Gojo said as he folded his hands under his head – making the hem of his shirt ride up. “What’s up with this date? I thought you weren’t into that sort of thing.”

Geto’s eyes drew immediately to the sliver of skin above the waistband of Gojo’s slim-fit black joggers. 

The peek of skin couldn’t have been more than an inch wide, but Geto could see twin ridges of definition. The visual set Geto’s mind racing, thinking about the rest of Gojo’s skin.

Damn him for having a nice body.

“I’m trying to make myself get into it,” Geto said, wholly distracted by seeing Gojo’s abs and trying to not let his body get worked up, as if he were still a horny highschooler.

“Ohhh,” Gojo replied, his tone brightening. “I get it.”

Geto’s stomach flopped over as Satoru sprang up.

Did I just out myself?

“What do you get?”

“Nothing,” Geto said with a toothy grin that implied otherwise. “But - just so you know - I like you the way you are, Suguru.”

The idiot part of Geto’s heart – i.e., the whole of it – thumped hopefully.

“If you don’t want to date anyone, don’t date anyone,” Gojo added, cheerily. “I won’t let anyone talk shit about my best friend. I mean, who cares if you’re a virgin?”

Geto’s idiot heart plopped down into his stomach.

Gojo thought he was a crotchety prude who’d rather spend his whole life celibate than have any fun, and he still definitely had Geto squarely in the friend zone.

Obviously you’re in the friendzone, you idiot. He’s straight.

(Complete fic on AO3)

[genericpuff]

Okay, what the FUCK is Inklore?

My ULO pals and I have been deliberating on this one since it was announced. "Inklore", the brand new imprint from Random House Worlds - which is, in and of itself, an imprint of Penguin Random House - and Rachel Smythe Presents, an in-house program of sorts that's dedicated to graphic novels, specifically those that "tell updated, romantic versions of classic stories and mythologies, and caters to readers looking for bingeable, relationship-driven stories with a distinct visual voice."

Basically it's exactly how it sounds - they're creating an imprint for works like Lore Olympus, and using Rachel as the leading lady.

But let's dig a little deeper. Because the more I searched on Inklore, Rachel Smythe Presents, and Random House Worlds, the more it started to paint a picture of what's really going on here.

INKLORE

I talked about this in my recent analysis of LO's pacing problems, but Inklore launching in Spring 2024 conveniently lines up with what would seem like a reasonable end point for LO. Rachel's always lined up LO's episodes with real life dates and holidays - even when it's been at her comic's own expense - and while we've kept our minds open to the possibility that it could end later than Spring, there's no denying at this point that LO itself is dragging itself out, which gives me stronger reason to believe it's just trying to make it to March, specifically March 20th, which is the first day of Spring in the northern hemisphere. Because of this, our best predictions right now is that LO's series finale will either release on FP or unlock for free readers on either the 16th or 23rd of March (if it unlocks for free on either of those dates, that means we can expect the series to end behind the FP paywall on either April 6th or 13th, assuming they're aren't any more hiatuses, but at this point I doubt there will be.)

Moving on, let's look at the actual Inklore site-

Already you can get the vibe of what kind of work they're looking for through their imprint. This is for people like Rachel. Now, I'm definitely not going to rag on anyone's tastes, I myself am a weeb of epic proportions, but considering you're about to see what's really the highlight of this site, you'll get what I mean when I say this isn't for people like Rachel, this is for people like Rachel. Specifically Rachel.

RACHEL SMYTHE PRESENTS

Inklore seems to be just an imprint specifically for Rachel Smythe Presents, with a couple extra series tacked on to give off the impression of it being more credible than it is. It means the whole site can be dedicated to it, rather than having it shoved in haphazardly alongside Penguin Random House's other works. You'll see what I mean in a second, but let's magnify those questions real quick, shall we?

As soon as I saw the "we are not accepting unsolicited pitches for Rachel Smythe Presents", it dawned on me that Rachel's own fans don't know how imprints work. Why do I say that? Look no further than the comment sections on her announcement posts for RSP (which I'm abbreviating, but I assure you, it stands for "Rachel Sex Party"- /j)

Of course, there are plenty of "congratulations" comments and "please do xyz myth", in which case, please, don't let her touch more myths I beg you-

But then there are also the odd comments of people asking how to get involved themselves. People who are just, by all accounts, regular people on the Internet.

But wait, how do you get involved? Thankfully there's a handy URL in that FAQ telling us how.

And holy shit, it's hilarious.

Guys, it's so easy to get into Rachel Smythe Presents! All you have to do is finish a manuscript, find an agent who's willing to work with a new unpublished author (and hope that they're not a scammer), get your manuscript prepared for publishing and submitted to editors, and then hopefully land a book deal! Wasn't that so easy?? Thanks for demystifying the process, Penguin Random House!

Listen, okay, there's something to be said about how difficult it is to navigate the publishing world. While some of those difficulties are for good reason - to ensure that not just any piece of crap thrown on paper can get published - many more are rooted in privilege, racial gatekeeping, and sexism. It is still an industry being run by a lot of nasty old fucks who take full advantage of people desperate enough to get their book published.

All that aside, it's kind of hilarious - in a sad kind of way - to see fans of this comic assume that this project and its opportunities were ever made for them. It wasn't. It wasn't made for the Canvas creators, it wasn't made for the Wattpad writers, it wasn't made for the people who work in the medium that Rachel started out in to get where she is today. It was made for the people who are already 3 of the 4 steps into Penguin Random House's "helpful" guide on publishing. It was made for the Cait Corrains and the wannabe Rick Riordans.

At best, Inklore is simply a home that's been manufactured for Lore Olympus after it's done on Webtoons. It may remain on the WT platform forever - or maybe not - but Inklore gives it a way to be seen and acknowledged outside of its niche. Because, despite Webtoons attempting to make Lore Olympus a global phenomenon, it really hasn't sold well in other countries, especially those where it was translated which people from those countries have stated it's not translated well at all.

It goes to show that much of LO's claim to fame was manufactured within North America by Webtoons itself, and Inklore is just another one of those manufactured attempts.

Still don't believe me? Still think I'm wearing too much tinfoil?

There are still only two series that Inklore has to show for itself - and remember, it launches in two months - and of course the ones leading that charge are every single volume of LO, even the ones that aren't "new and upcoming" anymore.

And then there's their Instagram, which is just more of the same-

(wonder if they ever found a Marketing Manager? Not exactly the role you want to be left empty leading up to a launch, oop-)

But wait, doesn't that site layout look a little... off? Almost cheap, maybe? Am I being too harsh-

Oop, nope, it's the exact same template used for the LoreOlympusBooks.com website.

Wait a minute, what about the imprint that Inklore is attached to? Random House Worlds?

RANDOM HOUSE WORLDS

... Uhhuh. I'm not entirely convinced that Lore Olympus is in any way on the same level as fucking Star Wars but to the average onlooker, this would make Lore Olympus seem pretty big and important simply on the virtue of it sitting smack dab in the middle of a grid of massive franchises.

So I'll bite, where do these buttons go? They all lead to external sites selling books and merchandise (except for the Marvel Studios one, which hilariously doesn't have a URL attached, so that button goes nowhere LMAO)

... Oh. It's that layout again.

Not all of them have the same layout, mind you, but it seems to be the default layout for sites they just haven't buffed up yet. It would explain why the Star Wars and D&D sites are a lot more robust in their designs, while others just link back to Penguin Random House:

Now the Minecraft one does look better at first glance, but it's still just the same template as the LO site, with a slightly different layout, but working off the same design philosophy, like they just spent a few extra hours dragging things around and spiffying them up in a site editor.

So it seems a lot of the default sites are working off the same CSS stylesheets, which doesn't exactly look good for LO and Inklore's online identity.

But hey, it's gotta mean something that LO is sitting alongside such franchises as Star Wars, Marvel, Magic the Gathering, and Minecraft, right? These are some of the biggest franchises on the planet, and while LO does make a lot of money, it's still nowhere near the billions that these franchises generate every single year.

And that's what I would be saying, if I hadn't noticed the specific products that Random House Worlds was selling - all easily churned out merch, from cookbooks to spin-off titles, which aren't exactly the main draw for these franchises, simply stocking stuffers or otherwise fun gimmicks to try out.

(I actually own the Dungeons and Dragons tarot deck. It's shit. They don't actually tell you the suit of the cards, JUST the numbers, so you have to flip through the book and match up the pictures on the cards with the pictures in the book just to figure out if it's Cups, Pentacles, Wands, or Swords, which I'm sure you can figure out, if you're a tarot reader, is very inconvenient and doesn't make for a good card reading experience)

Point is, Random House Worlds seems to mostly be an imprint dedicated solely to the cheaper products and books they can make to pump up a franchise's merch count. Even the Critical Role site doesn't offer the campaign books, those are published by their own personal imprint Darrington Press and are offered on their main - and much better designed - site:

Instead it's selling printed versions of interviews and... mad libs.

Not made or even really endorsed by the Critical Role cast, because if they were, they'd be on the main site, where the good shit is.

Random House Worlds is, at least judging off what I've found here, the "trick the parents into buying it" imprint. It's simply there for parents to see, go "my kid watches / plays that!" and then buy a Beholder puzzle which their kid will undoubtedly start and then never finish and eventually throw out half-finished after all the pieces have been lost. It's the cheap merch money generating machine, with works written by people who were simply paid to write it, and not people actually involved in the larger franchises.

And this is the imprint that Inklore and Rachel Smythe Presents is going to be an extension of.

At best, Inklore will likely just be a home for Rachel's work post-Webtoons, with maybe the odd success outside of it. At worst, it comes across as nothing more than an ego project, another artificial attempt to place Rachel and LO on the same playing field as Marvel, Minecraft, Star Wars, and Dungeons & Dragons through the only means that they can - an imprint that specializes in off-brand books, which they're truly counting on people just seeing the logos and going "wow those are big franchises!" and associating LO with that status simply by affiliation - without it having anywhere near the actual level of prestige, household influence, or brand recognition.

Its readership is dying out, its stats dropping, and worst of all, the vast majority of people - of which its a very small amount - who have heard about LO without being a Webtoons user themselves have heard how infamous it is in its bad writing and poor art direction.

It has nowhere to go but down, and if you were hoping to be a part of Rachel Smythe Presents, then all I can suggest to you is to go through the very simple process of finishing your manuscript, finding an agent, finding an editor, and then (hopefully) landing a book deal with the 'esteemed' Inklore.

Good luck! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

[aesthetic-gamersnail]

What happened in the first family counseling session of the brothers (it contains a spoiler from Trolls 3 since it is based on the movie, so be warned)

Edit: Originates from the meme I made to this topic. Enjoy :)

Therapist: So, at the beginning I always like to begin with the question: why are you here?

The brothers are sitting on a couch in a nicely dimmed room which has green paint on the walls. The therapist sits across them in his armchair, between him and them a coffee table with a vase of fresh flowers, a cup full of pencils, a neat stack of papers and - what immediately catches Clay's eyes - a burning scented candle. (The order in which the brothers sit on the couch from left to right: Branch, Clay, Spruce, Floyd, John)

All: ...

John: Honestly, I think there is no reason for why we are here.

Bruce: And I think, that you are probably one of the main reasons why we are here. And you probably need it the most.

John: I'm sorry, but I think the real reason we are here is because our little brother's lady forced him to do it.

Branch: WHAT? *he whipped his head around* She didn't force me to do it, she recommended it to me and I took her advice because you know what? I actually CARE about our family and I think we could do a lot better.

John: Do you want to say that I don't care about this family?

Floyd: Guys, guys, please, calm down.

Branch: Geez, John, I don't know, did not really get the vibes when you said we would go our separate ways after we saved Floyd.

John: Are you still bent down on this? Look, I'm sorry that I said that but things are different now, right? We are together now, so why are still hung up on the past?

Branch: Just because something is in the past doesn't mean it doesn't have any effect on me anymore. And besides, it has been, what, two weeks ago? I wouldn't call it the past yet.

John: Potato, tomato. See, this is your problem: you take things way out of proportions and let your emotions control you.

Bruce: Well, at least he shows his emotions and talks about them, in contrast to someone else.

John: Excuse me?

Bruce: You heard me.

Clay, interrupting their talk since he also was not listening to them, asks the therapist: Is the candle not a fire hazard? Is this even allowed in such an establishment?

Floyd: Guys, please, calm down. We haven't even properly started and we are already fighting with each other. Let's all breathe for just a moment and then resume to talk.

...Silence for a few moments ...

Therapist:....So I see, there is a lot of pent up aggression going on he-

John: NOPE, no! You know what? It has been fun and all but I honestly don't want to be here anymore. So, I'll be taking my leave.

Floyd: John, plea-

John: Floyd, I'm sorry, but I really can't do it. I already know how this whole thing is going to go, therefore, why should I even stick around?

Bruce: Wait, what do you mean by tha-

Branch: Oh, because you know everything, don't you?

John slowly getting irritated with this situation, suddenly stands up and says: Listen he- *THUMP* *CRASH*

But he is interrupted by the sound of the coffee table falling to the ground. He stood up too fast and took the coffee table in his momentum with him, which made it rock back and forth, till it finally hit the ground facing the brothers. But with the coffee table, also the vase and the scented candle came to the ground. The vase bursts into many splinters which fly into the air in various directions. One splinter shoots into John's foot.

At the sight of the first drop of blood coming from his foot, John says: Oh my god, hahaha, look at that..

And passes out.

Floyd: OH MY GOD, JOHN, ARE YOU OK?

Bruce: Ohhhhhh, I remember now. He was always afraid of blood, ever since he was a kid. Did not think, it still bothered him.

Floyd: Didn't he live in the wilderness for 20 years? How did he survive?

Branch: oh my god, OH MY GOD!

Branch rolled off screaming from the couch.

While Bruce and Floyd were busy with John, the scented candle rolled it's way to the couch and ignited it.

Clay: AHA, I KNEW IT. *Clay laughs* I knew it would be a fire hazard. You have some explaining to do, mister. *he pointed his finger at the therapist, smiling*

His smile drops.

Clay:...Oh shit.

Branch: HOW DO WE PUT OUT THE FIRE? WHAT IS EVEN HERE TO PUT OUT A FIRE? *running around frantic, looking for something that would help against the fire*

Floyd: Ok, so we have an unconscious body and a fire going on. Just, d-don't FREAK out, Bruce, and stay calm!

Bruce:...I am calm.

Floyd: I SAID STAY CALM!

Clay:...Is not the first step to dealing with building fires 'Inform people in the immediate area to evacuate'? Well, *turns to the therapist* I think you should be the one to leave and warn people, AND also call 911, as we have a *stares at the unconscious John, the anxious Floyd, the confused Bruce and the frantic Branch running around* situation going on.

The therapist, staring at this whole situation in horror:...I honestly don't get paid enough for this. *flees the scene*

[jpitha]

Mating Rituals

"I don't see why you're being difficult."

"It is not me being difficult, human, it is your insistence upon delaying this... this... mating ritual."

Kyle stops and stares at his friend. "Hey, don't be deliberately hurtful, I have a name Jem'rian."

Jem'rian looks up from his plate. Their antenna droop and their wing covers buzz. They are contrite. "You are correct Kyle. I apologize. It's only... I'm frustrated. You tell me that you can not invite the human- er, I apologize again. You cannot invite Jennifer to dinner because..."

"Because things aren't right! We've only spoken twice. She works in a different sector. She might already be seeing someone! She..."

Jem'rian stares at Kyle with his compound eyes. Humans find it hard to figure out where Sefrigan's are looking, but spend enough time with them and you pick it up. His stare bores into Kyle.

"She... might say no."

Jem clacks his wing covers together, like a determined nod. "That's fine then Kyle. I'll ask her for you."

Kyle's eyes go wide. "No! You can't!"

Jem crosses two of his four arms, mimicking a human gesture. "And why not?"

Kyle's hands gesture awkwardly "Because! Because... of a good reason I'll come up with in just a minute."

"You are delaying Kyle. You fear Jennifer's reply."

"I fear rejection Jem. The distinction is important."

Jem'rian picks up his beverage. All of their talk has caused it to warm up, but it's still palatable, though not for long. He takes a deep draught. "Do you like her?"

"Yes, I do."

"Do you wish to mate with her?"

"Jem'rian!"

"What? I don't know how things work with humans."

Kyle is beet red and tries to shrink down in his seat. "I mean I do but that's not discussed when you haven't even gotten up the courage to ask them out."

Jem'rian buzzes his wings. "I still don't see what the issue is. Go and ask her out. If she says yes, then celebrations! Go into the bedroom and... mash your parts together? I don't know how it works." Kyle slides even lower in his seat. "If she rejects you... then you know, and you can stop this unneeded stress."

Jem finishes off his beverage. As he puts his cup down, his antenna perk up. "Look Kyle, she just walked in. Now is your chance!" Jem jumps up from his seat and waves one of his hands. "Jennfer! Human Jennifer! Come over here a moment please?"

Jennifer from Records Management walks over. She's tall and strong looking with well defined muscles and - Jem'rian assumes - a pleasing shape. "Hey Jem, what's up?"

"Jennifer! I am so glad that I caught you. My friend Kyle here from Reactor Management thinks you are very attractive and would like to mate-" Kyle's glare could melt ship-metal "-er, would like to go to evening meal with you, if you would like to accompany him."

Kyle looks up at Jennifer and weakly smiles. "Hi Jennifer. You free tomorrow?"

Jennifer has a wan smile. "Oh, Jem'rian, you're so nice to help Kyle out, it really is sweet. But, I like women. Sorry Kyle."

Jem'rian notices Kyle's expression cycle through four or five different expressions. He seems to settle on one that Jem thinks of is 'fake casual indifference.'

"Oh! Oh, I see, no worries, Jennifer, it's all good. I'll see you around." Kyle sits back up and makes himself busy with his own beverage.

Jennifer looks at Jem'rian and then back at Kyle and raises an eyebrow. "See you Kyle." and she walks off to meet her friends at another table.

Jem'rian wordlessly orders another drink from his pad. "Well friend Kyle, now you know."

Kyle sighs and sits up. "You're right Jem, at least now I know. No more wallowing."

Jem stares at Jennifer, talking with her friends and laughing. "You like... humans that look like her though?"

"Kyle looks up from his pad. "I mean, yes? That's an odd way of phrasing it Jem, but yes, I like women, especially women with her general... proportions?"

Jem'rian clacks his wing covers again. "What about... Kelly in plant production? She has a similar shape?"

Kyle looks thoughtful. "I don't know her. I've never met Kelly."

Jem jumps up from his seat. "I have! Come Kyle, I think we both have a need for... fresh vegetables. Let us depart,"

[footballfanficwriter]

The Break up

Summary: I love you but, you hurt me and I can't take it anymore

A/n: requests are open

"Where were you?" I ask getting up from the sofa that I've been sitting on for the past 3 hours

"Out" he says

"Are you drunk?"

"No" he says trying to stand up straight indicating that he is in fact drunk

"Is that a hikey on your neck"

"No...w-w-what are you even doing up at this time" he asks

"Waiting for you to come home so we can go on our date that you promised me we'd go on" I say

"Shit that was today, i forgot"

"Ofcourse you did, like you always do"

"You look very beautiful in that dress by the way"

"Stop, manipulating me"

" I'm not, I'm just complimenting you"

"Oh cut the bullshit Jude, you don't care about me, if you did you'd remember our date and that hickey wouldn't be on your stupid neck"

"Babe I love you, you are my world, I can't live without you"

"I love you too Jude, but how many times have we been down this road?, you Fuck up, you promise not to do it again, I forgive you and you do it all over again"

"Ok fine I promise this is the last, the very last time"

"That's what you said last time"

"Babe please"

"No, if I continue like this, you are literally going to drive me to my death"

"Y/n, please don't do this, I love you"

"I love you too Jude, but you hurt me and I can't take it anymore" I say

I walk to my room and start packing all my clothes in suitcases

"Y/n, you're being dramatic, your blowing things out of proportion"

"I'm blowing things out of proportion?, you know how many times I've cried because of you, how you've made me feel like I can't live without your love, making me feel emotionally dependent on you?, I guess that's my fault cause of how fast I fell for you, how I based my whole life on you"

"Y/n, please darling, I'm begging you, please don't to this".

"It's ok Jude, I understand you've lost feelings for me"

"No I haven't"

"If you haven't like you claim, then you wouldn't have cheated"

He's silent like he's trying to think, that's when he grabs his phone out of her pocket and makes a call, the line connects after a few rings and hear my mother's voice

"Hello?, Mom Y/n is at it again, I can't get her to stop, she's threatening to leave in fact she's packing her clothes right now"

"Give her the phone, darling" she says

He hands me the phone

"Hello"

"What are you doing?" She ask

"Leaving" I say

"But why hunny?"

"Jude has been cheating for more than a year now, and quiet frankly I've reached my breathing point"

"Were you giving him some?"

"Mom, that's private"

"Well judging by your answer, I'm gonna assume it's a no, no wonder why he's cheating on you"

"You're justifying his actions?"

"Just stay darling, a women never leaves her mess, fix your relationship, try harder if you must, do everything in your power to make him happy"

"I can't believe you, you're taking his side?"

"He's very reasonable"

"I can't do this with you mom,I'm coming home"

"No, you're not, if you step foot outside that house, and drive here I will kick you off my property" she says

"You're disowning me"

"If that's what I have to do then yes"

I hang up the phone and toss it onto the bed and continue packing.

I'm leaving, even if it means I'll be living in my car then so be it

"What are you doing"

"Leaving"

"But your mom just sai-

"Get away from me Jude"

"Where are you going to go if you leave the house then"

"That's none of your concern"

I finish packing my things and make my way downstairs, but Jude stops as I'm about to leave the front door

"Get out of my way"

"I love you"

"Get out of my way Jude"

"Darling I love you"

"Don't lie to me, I said get out of my way" i give him a look and he steps aside

And I make it out for the door, but not before and turning back

"So this is really the end?"

"Yeah, it is" I say

"I'm sorry for how I treated you"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't enough for you"

"I love you"

"I love you too" I say and close the door and head to my car

I sit there for a while and and the tears start running down my face eventually I'm a sobbing mess

After slightly composing myself I start the car and leave.

[dismissivedestroyer]

Hi! So I want to make a Spooky Month OC but I suck at drawing, do you have any tips or advices about drawing characters in the Spooky Month artstyle?

Okay so, I might not be the right person for this, cause I also am not all that great at drawing in the Spooky Month artstyle, but I did some character design at school so I might be able to give a few tips! Please do take everything I say with a grain of salt tho!

Spooky Month's strong suit is definitely character design. It's SO expressive and well done it's genuinely unreal. You might want to know exactly what your character is gonna be doing, or how their personality is gonna be like, because character design in Spooky Month cares a lot about things like these. For example: Radford works at a cinema, so of course he's wearing 3D glasses, but also his HAIR IS LITERALLY SHAPED LIKE A POPCORN.

So maybe decide on a job for your character, and try to start from there, get crazy with shapes and have fun! Spooky Month characters have designs that are both extremely simple to draw, since they use mostly basic shapes, but also are extremely thought out and meaningful. Another example of great character design is Pump

Now, I have no idea if you already had an OC in mind, but make sure to choose the right shapes to represent it. Something I see around in the fandom is people making these OCs that are like, serial killers and dangerous people and stuff, but then give them the "Lila"-like oval head. And honestly, nothing wrong with that, that's a choice you can use! But still, shapes allow us to understand a lot about how a character is just by looking at them. So you might want to experiment around a bit!

Ovals in Spooky Month are the "good" shape, let's just say. Most character with an oval head are sweet, helpful, kind-natured! It's often paired with oval eyes, so it's mostly a shape that's used for not villainous characters.

Circles are a bit more complicated, because Spooky Month subvertes the Circle Characters. While yes, they're also used to draw children, such as Skid and Pump, so they may come off as unthreatening at first, most main villains, such as Eyes, Bob and Dexter Doll (which is meant to represent the likes of a child, so that's a nice contrast), are mostly circle-shaped.

There's a very wide range of Square characters in Spooky Month. Square characters are usually bulky, big and strong. They often come off as threatening (such as Moloch), but there are so many other fun things you can do with them. Like, take Frank. EVERYTHING in his design should alarm us, him being square-shaped, the black eyes, the wide smile. Yet, he has a shape of the eyes that's very relaxed and chill, so we end up trusting him. As for Dexter, he's a mix of circles and squares, so we can't really understand his intentions right away, because he's shaped in the most confusing way possible. He's just made to be unsettling and leaving us to wonder if he's a bad guy or just an oddball.

You can do SO MANY fun things by mixing up shapes of faces and eyes it's INSANE. Also, you can mix up other characters' features to create a new one, if you're planning to do a fankid or stuff like that. Look at Ross, he's literally a mixture of all his parents' features!

My main tips for drawing in the Spooky Month artstyle are mostly

1) Play around with shapes. Be as cartoony as possible.

2) Try to be consistent with proportions, because, based on personal experience, if you draw the pupils of the eyes slightly off it changes the whole character's expression drastically

3) don't worry too much about details, Spooky Month has a very simple artstyle. You don't have to draw a perfectly anatomically correct hand, just whip up some cartoony three-to-four fingers and you're good to go

4) try to redraw some pre-existing screenshots from the serie to get familiarity with the way Pelo draws expressions. It helps a bunch.

So yeah, that's all! Good luck with your oc :)

[nethhiri]

Chapter 58: Night Watch

Warnings: torture, violence, references to rape, sex (watersports incoming; nothing plot wise happens in that part, so you can skip if you're not into it)

The light coming in Killer's window was already past the blue-pink of early morning and was solidly into the bright, yellow light of midday. You stretched and sighed, smiling slightly as you realized you could see the light pouring in the window. It wasn't a dream. Part of you kept thinking you would wake up and still be blind. There was a weight lifted off you now that you had made up with Killer, who was already awake and out for the day. You felt a little bit guilty you didn't make him sweat for a while longer based on how upset you had been, but you were more willing to forgive since he had never hurt you before. That and you had been craving the comfort of human touch. 

You shut Killer's door behind you, and at the same time heard another door shut next to you. The hair on your neck prickled as the familiar, large, red shape manifested next to you, instantly pissing you off. You didn't give Kid the satisfaction of acknowledging him. Kid, as opposed to Killer, had hurt you plenty before, and it was easier to keep him in the doghouse. You walked past him.

"Hey." Kid called. "HEY! Are ya gonna ignore me?"

"You're hard to ignore." You sneered, "But I'll do my best for you, captain."

"I'M FUCKING SORRY! OKAY?!" Kid yelled after you. 

Coming onto the deck, you passed by Quincy, who was enjoying a fruity cocktail. You plucked the toothpick of fruit out of it and slid the chunks off with your teeth. She made a whine of protest. 

"Thanks." You finished chewing and perched the toothpick between your lips. You needed something to chew or you would grind your teeth into nothing. 

"I didn't say you could have it!" 

"I'll take your next night watch." That made Quincy's mood instantly better. It was an out of proportion trade, however, you liked the alone time it offered you. Sure, it was normally in pairs, but you would usually kick out the other person, which is what you would do for this instance as well.

Quincy smirked. "It's tonight, so rest up." She watched your jaw clench as Kid walked past. She rolled her eyes, knowing that you two were fighting again. 

You stormed off towards the dungeon with a quick wave goodbye to Quincy. You ate and slept plenty. Now, you could get back to business. 

The brig had been cleaned since you were down here last. The gore had been shoveled or mopped away and the tools had been cleaned and polished. That made you frown. They looked much more intimidating covered in dried blood and flesh. The prisoners were taken care of in the barest minimum, only to ensure they didn't die too soon. Your frown deepened when you saw they had also gotten rid of your spare parts, the body you had brought back down the day prior. Warthin was haggard but he didn't look dead inside yet. It was your mission to change that.

You stood in front of him and surveilled his current state. He flinched away from you, clenching his eyes shut and turning his head. You scoffed, "I haven't even done anything to you yet."

"H-haven't you?" 

You hummed and mused, "I see I haven't broken you. Good. There's still a lot we need to get through." 

"Please. I know what I did to you was wrong. I can't take it back, but I'm sorry. Please let me go. I'll fuck off to an uninhabited island and you'll never see my face again." He rambled.

"Tell me where to find Von Kossa and I'll think about it." 

"I-I can't do that."

"Enlighten me." He shifted nervously. "I said enlighten me." You pressed your hand just under his ribcage, using your devil fruit to stick one finger through his skin. You followed that with the rest of your fingers as a countdown, until your whole hand sank into his skin. 

Warthin screamed watching your hand disappear into him. "I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS! I SWEAR!" 

You slipped your arm under the ribcage, blood streaming down your arm and dripping from the point of your elbow. Warthin's eyes crossed briefly as you tickled his heart. You could feel it beating in your hand. It was still separated from you by the thin pericardium. 

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!"

"I don't believe you. You're his little dog. I know that you know where the other end of the leash is." You pushed your fingers through the pericardium and scissored your fingers to make the hole large enough to fit all of your fingers, slipping them closer to his beating heart.

"NO!" He blubbered. "I DON'T KNOW!"

His pleading turned to gasping and sputtering as you closed your fist around his heart, momentarily stopping it. It squirmed in your hand, trying to slip from your grasp like a fish trying to go back to the water. You released your grip before you caused him to go into cardiac arrest permanently.

"Do you know anything now?" 

"N-NO!" He was still gasping for air. "HELP! Somebody help m-me!"

"Who do you think is going to help you here?" You chuckled. "Tell me where he is."

"He'll k-kill me," Warthin blubbered again, snot running down his face. 

"I'LL KILL YOU!" You screamed into his face. "AND LET ME REMIND YOU I CAN DO IT AS MANY TIMES AS I LIKE!"

You gripped his heart again, causing him intense burning pain and a feeling of suffocation. It beat slower and slower as you deprived it of oxygen. Warthin's face turned red, then purple and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. His mouth opened and closed desperately trying to swallow air. He was unintelligibly begging for his life as the light left his eyes again. His heart twitched a few times in your palm. You pumped it rhythmically until he drew in a sharp breath and the life returned to his features. Once you were sure he was alive again, you pulled your arm out, putting him back together on the way out. 

He was dazed for more than a few seconds, becoming sentient gradually. "Y-you're ... you're ...... a crazy.... fucking bitch." Warthin finally mustered the breath to get it out. 

You grinned with a pleased hum. "Don't forget it either. Now, are you going to tell me what I want to know?"

"H-he moves around a lot. I... don't know where he is." When you raised your hand to hit him, he cowered. "It's the truth! It's the truth! I really don't know!" 

You glared at him. Maybe you could use him to lure Von Kossa somewhere or you could manipulate Warthin to make Von Kossa give his location away. You growled your frustration and grabbed his chain off the wall, forcing him to the ground. There were other various chains and hooks so that you could position him however you liked. For now, you like him on all fours, so you limited his movement in order for him to be stuck in that position. You kicked him in the stomach until he threw up, making it hurt just to keep his back straight. Then you went to the wall of tools and selected something akin to a cheese grater. What was it with you and kitchen items? With that, you roughed up his palms and knees until they became raw and ragged. After each one was done, Warthin screamed louder and louder, the wood and dirt on the floor stinging his wounds. 

He was so loud, you didn't hear the door to the dungeon being opened and closed. You hadn't bothered with sealing it. You didn't want to waste any of your power. Only the soft clearing of a throat alerted you to Heat's presence. 

"You here to watch?" You raised an eyebrow at him. 

"Uh, actually there's someone in the infirmary who needs you."

"What do I look like, a fucking doctor?"  You bit back before you thought about it, so engrossed in your devious thoughts. "Oh. I guess that is my job." You just hadn't done it in a while so it was easy to forget. It's not like you were trained as one in any official sense.

"Yeah..." 

"Is it urgent?"

"Well-"

"Wanna play with me?" You batted your eyelashes at him. You knew it wasn't fair to use your charms on Heat, especially after he had saved you from yourself. "Just a little longer?" But you did it anyway.

Heat glanced over his options. "If I burn one, can- can you make him go back to normal?" He could do with a little stress relief.

You grinned from ear to ear. "Of course I can."

Heat grabbed one of the prisoners and placed him into a spot that was backed by stone instead of wood. There were singe marks around the edges and a vent over it. It must have been made especially for him. Heat pinned his arms and legs to the wall with the provided shackles. Then he stood back, applied chapstick from a small tube he pulled from his pants pocket, and let loose. You had seen him do it before, but it was fascinating to watch up close. The room rapidly became much warmer and the smell of burnt flesh permeated the space. Heat stopped and gestured to you. You stepped to the man, feeling the residual heat radiate from his red, oozing flesh. The flesh that wasn't red was black, crispy, and falling to the floor. Proximity made your power work better, though you had been building up skill and endurance the entire time you had been in the dungeon. The man glowed and his skin started to grow back in random patches, like moss on a log, until he was covered again. You hadn't bothered with the hair though.

"Can I do it again?" Heat asked. "I don't get to use my fire a lot because it kills them too quickly."

You came to stand by his side, admiring the excited expression on his normally sad face. "As many times as you want, buttercup." 

Your tongue toyed with the toothpick between your lips as you watched Heat repeatedly barbecue your prisoner. Each time he went a little further, testing your ability. If he was charred to bone you wouldn't be able to reverse it, anything up to that, however, you could most likely mend. The pop and sizzle of the man's fat reminded you of when Killer cooked bacon in the morning. The man alternated between being a bright beacon of orange and a soft glowing firefly. Heat was breathing hard and his lips were dry, cracked, and uncomfortable. He had been so enthusiastic, he forgot to apply his chapstick. He was ready to stop anyway, satisfied with his open-flame cooking. 

"C'mere." You beckoned him with your finger so that he bent to your level. Gently grabbing his cheeks with both your hands, you pulled him for a kiss, healing the chapped and cracked skin as your lips touched his. Heat let out a soft whine as you pulled away. You pecked him on the nose. "All done."

Heat had a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I thought you didn't need to touch to use your devil fruit anymore."

"I don't. I just like to fluster you because you're so cute." 

Heat rolled his eyes and followed behind you as you went to the infirmary. It turned out that was by design, because when you opened the door, you immediately turned to leave. Heat's chest blocked your exit. You thought for a moment that you might use your fruit to walk through him, but you hadn't tried that yet and didn't want to risk becoming Heat's conjoined twin. You turned back around at a less than blistering pace.

"I'VE BEEN WAITIN FOR A FUCKIN HOUR. WHAT TOOK YA SO LONG? YA FUCKIN?" The last part seemed more curious than accusatory. 

"My apologies for the wait, captain. I didn't want to come." You begrudgingly stood in front of Kid, waiting for him to tell you what was wrong. It was most likely another ploy to get your attention. 

Kid pulled his flesh hand out from the metal one that had been holding it and you jumped back. All of the disdain and anger you had towards Kid evaporated and was replaced with worry. Two of his fingers were about blown off, only shreds hanging by tendons remained. 

"KID, WHAT THE FUCK?!" You almost tripped over yourself running to the cabinets.  You rummaged through them with urgency for some antiseptic to disinfect the area before you healed it. "HEAT, I ASKED IF IT WAS URGENT!"

"He didn't say it was." Heat shrugged. 

"You have eyes that work, don't you!?" You ran back to Kid after you found what you were looking for and doused his hand. "What did you do, Kid?!"

He sucked in a breath as the stinging liquid hit his wounds. He was surprised he could feel anything, given that most of the nerves were melted off. "Nothin!"

"Tell me!" You pancaked his hand between your own two. Hands were a bit complex so you wanted to make sure it was healed correctly. You looked into his workshop and saw little wisps of smoke coming from something. "You burnt yourself? Something exploded?"

Heat chuckled to himself. "Boss... you got fingerblasted." 

Kid didn't find it as funny. "M'GONNA FINGERBLAST YER SORRY ASS, HEAT!" Kid saw you trying not to crack. "ROTTEN, KEEP THAT MOUTH SHUT."

"Promise?" Heat retorted, bursting into laughter. 

You were actually worried about Kid, but you couldn't help yourself and burst out laughing alongside Heat. "Stop. His fingerblasting days are going to be over if I can't focus." It was, in fact, his index and middle finger that were afflicted with Explosion Accident Disorder. 

The giggles between you and Heat wore off as you began to restore Kid's hand. First, the bones remineralized. Then the ligaments slid back into place and the red-pink muscles and silvery tendons wrapped around them. Pale skin crept down from Kid's wrist and surrounded the two reconstructed fingers. The finishing touch was his fingernails growing back into place, which was uncomfortable only because normally he couldn't feel them growing. Kid shivered. He held his hand up to inspect, flexing his fingers. 

"Good?" You got a rag and dampened it, grabbing Kid's metal hand and wiping the blood off. There was still some concern left in you. What if he hurt himself worse next time? And what was he doing to hurt himself so badly in the first place?

"Only one way ta find out." Kid curled his fingers suggestively, grinning at you. 

"Fuck you." You were trying to be the nice, compassionate caregiver you were supposed to be when you were in this context, but of course Kid had to push you too far. It was a good thing you still had that toothpick, or you would have cracked your teeth. You flung the rag in his face and stormed out. "He's all yours, Heat."

The door slammed and Heat frowned at Kid. "So you didn't apologize?"

"I tried!" Kid pouted. "And what was that!? She was laughing and being all nice and then she turned into a bitch!"

Heat was so tired of being in the middle of this. "She was probably worried about you and was laughing to distract herself from the fucking hand you almost blew off." He folded his arms. "I'm not helping you anymore. I told you what to do," He sternly added. 

Kid glowered, too stubborn to admit there was a part of him that didn't want to try apologizing for real, in case you decided to stop forgiving him this time.

"I believe in you, boss." Heat said it in a very reassuring way.

On your way back to the dungeon, Killer intercepted you, seeing that you were upset. As Heat did with Kid, Killer encouraged you to talk things over with Kid. Maybe it was petty of you, or childish, but you simply did not want to. No one could make you do anything. Kid was going to have to man up and apologize, a real apology. You weren't initiating shit and you weren't going to give into his charm. Killer may have been fucked and forgiven, but he was still on probation. His well-meaning words made you angry, not necessarily at him, and you stormed off again. You grumbled a noise of displeasure as you went back to the dungeon, with Minerva accompanying you this time. 

It was beginning to get a little boring, so you had to get more and more creative. You sat on Warthin's back, using him as your front row seat. With Mini's help, you had disarticulated the shoulder and hip joints of the prisoners. Their limbs were flopped at unnatural angles as muscles had no resistance and could pull the bones wherever they wanted. They were lined up on the floor, unchained, only able to move by using their chin, chest, and hips. You watched as they raced to Peach Tree Man, with the promise that whoever won would be free from having to fuck Warthin's ass later. Curiously, one did not even try. He would have Warthin first, you decided. 

The torsos wiggled furiously across the floor, scraping the fuck out of their stomachs. The weight of their limbs made this more difficult for them, which was one of the reasons you left them attached. You laughed as Mini snapped at them from behind, making them move faster for fear of getting their feet crushed. They looked like pink-fleshy maggots. By the time they reached the other side of the room, there were red trails behind them. The one that Heat had toyed with earlier only made it halfway before he became too exhausted to move, having used a lot of his energy screaming and being burnt alive. Mini made good on her threats and grabbed him by the feet, dragging and tossing him around like a rag doll. None of them were in danger of dying so you left them as they were, putting them back in their places. The 'winner' you hung up last. 

"Congratulations, you don't have to fuck Warthin's ass." You patted him mockingly on the cheek. "You will have to fuck his mouth though."

"No! I don't w-want to do that!" 

You punched him. "Why not? You love doing it to every other unwilling person. He'll hate it. That should really get you going, you rapist pig." You addressed all of them. "You're going to fuck him or you're going to get fucked. So make your choices now." You smiled at the terror in their eyes. You didn't tell them when they would have to perform. You were hoping Kid would finish your eye so the first thing you got to watch with your full vision back would be revenge. It was better that they didn't know when things would happen anyway. It gave them time to live in fear, just as you did when you had no idea what was going on around you when you were captive.

You wanted to stay longer, however you did promise Quincy you would take her night watch shift in exchange for borrowing her stupid toothpick. You were at the door to leave but spun on your foot, pulling the toothpick out of your mouth. You had been idly chewing it all day, but you didn't need it anymore. Using some tongs to avoid touching it with your bare hands, you gripped Warthin's pathetic little worm, plucked the toothpick from your mouth, and shoved it right up his urethra. His scream was so high-pitched, it might have shattered glass.

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Whoever else was on night watch with you wasn't there yet. Between the dungeon and your current position, you had grabbed a snack and had a quick shower, trading your normal clothes for leggings and a giant T-shirt that had probably been Kid's so you would be more comfortable. You sat on the small bench that went around the mast and propped your feet up on the bucket portion of the crow's nest. From this position you had a comfortable view of the horizon. It was a nice evening, perfect for you to stew over your thoughts. They circled around Kid. It bothered you that Kid really didn't seem to understand what about his comment made you so upset, seeing that he kept making crude remarks at you. Normally you didn't mind, in fact you thought they were funny most of the time, but right now it bothered you. It wasn't that you were against fucking, obviously, but you wanted to be more than that, be reassured that you were a crew member and partner above anything else. In fact, you were mad that he hadn't apologized yet because you did want to fuck him. You wanted to feel close to him and feel loved by him, not feel like a convenient toy. Now in the right setting, being a toy didn't sound so bad. What is wrong with me? You had to prove a point first though.

Damn your mind. You were supposed to be angrily digesting your thoughts. Instead, you kept thinking dirty things. Fucking Killer had unlocked your libido after it had been hidden away by trauma for so long. It was a struggle to stay mad at Kid when he kept doing naked somersaults through your head. Maybe you could rub one out after you kicked out your watch-mate. Then you could really focus on everything you were going to say to Kid and it would prevent you from caving to your vagina's demands. 

There was a shuffling and grunt behind you as someone joined you in the crow's nest. 

"Get lost. I'll handle it by myself."

"That's no way to speak to your superior."

You turned, confused, to see Wire. "Oh." You sighed and looked back to your half of the horizon. There went your chance of having some alone time.

Wire sat behind you facing the opposite direction. 

You had forgotten all about the warning you were given several months ago, the one about night watch with Wire. There was no reason for the memory to be triggered. Wire sat on his side. You sat on yours. It was silent, but for the waves and for thunder in the distance. Several hours later, only the edge of the storm brushed the ship. A light rain began to fall. It felt refreshing at first, though the wind sent a chill down your spine as it blew against your damp clothes. 

"Cold?" Wire asked. He checked on you and saw you shivering.

"Just a little. I'll go grab a coat."

"Don't bother. It was only a light rain and you'll be dry in no time."

"Yeah you're right." You could tough it out for a few minutes.

"Here." 

You scooted halfway to him to see what he was offering you, as you couldn't bend far enough over to see him from your side. Wire was holding out his cape for you to get under. You debated until another gust of wind made your decision for you, hurriedly scooting close enough to pull the edge of his cape around your arm. It was big enough that you weren't touching him. Another wave of rain came, this time harder, and you scrunched as small as you could to stay covered in Wire's cloak as he pulled it to cover himself. You hadn't realized it was waterproof.

It was dark inside Wire's cloak. You were uncomfortably pressed against his side. You used your devil fruit to emit a soft glow, just so you could see a bit better. It was almost comical how big Wire was. It was like you were in a small circus tent, minus the elephants. What it did have was The Man With Three Legs. Your eyes just so happened to drift across Wire's lap. His tiny, black shorts left little to the imagination. There was the sturdy silhouette of his cock plastered against his leg. Was that even comfortable? It looked like it barely fit. One fatal twitch and his tip would be peeking out from the pant leg. It definitely wasn't healthy to have your junk compressed like this. As the ship doctor, you should suggest not wearing those particular shorts. And maybe he could start not wearing them right now. No! You banished those thoughts from your head and tore your gaze away from Wire's beautiful penis imprint. 

"Doing ok in there?"

"Mhm."

"Just checking." Wire added. "You were breathing pretty heavily." 

"I'm cockstraphobic. CLAUSTROPHOBIC. I'm claustrophobic," Your muffled voice suggested from the inside of his coat. 

When the patter of rain against the fabric slowed to a stop, Wire parted his cape and peered into it. 

"Hi," you said, looking up at the face above you.

"Rain stopped." Wire had a hint of smugness to his voice. "Hope you weren't too uncomfortable."

You wiggled out from Wire's side to stand up and stretch, noticing that everything was wet. Obviously it was wet; it had just rained. Specifically, the spot you had been in was wet and you didn't really want to have a wet backside.

Wire saw your discomfort. "You can still sit here if you would like."

You glanced from your seat to the dry spot next to Wire. This was a trap. "I'll stand." You returned to your side of the crow's next and leaned your elbows on the bucket lip so the you were partially bent over.

"You sure? That doesn't look comfortable." Wire added, "But I won't complain about the view."

"Turn around, pervert. Watch your side of the sea."

"Me? Pervert?" Wire chuckled. "I think of it more as admiration. You know... the same way you were admiring my cock."

You whipped your head around. "No I wasn't!" 

"It's ok, sweetheart. Everyone does it."

"Well, when you wear shorts like that, it's hard not to stare." You huffed. "And by the way, it's not good for your sperm to have your balls confined like that."

"Hm." Wire hummed. "I haven't had an exam in a while. Maybe you should make sure everything is working properly then, doc." 

Your eyebrow twitched up. What would be the harm in just a quick, professional check up? "Wire, we have to keep watch." It wasn't fair. You were so horny and he was offering it up so casually. 

"Fine." Wire sighed. 

"I didn't say no. I just said we have to keep watch." Saliva was pooling in your mouth just thinking about getting stuffed. "I can't refuse a patient."

Wire grinned and had a wicked tint to his features. "Can't refuse, hm?" Wire thought for a moment. "Lean on that, like you did a second ago, but in front of me."

You did as he asked, giving him a wonderful view of your round ass. 

"Touch yourself." 

Again, you did as he asked, sliding your fingers over your clothes to rub your clit. You heard the rustle of clothing. 

"Back up."

You stayed bent over, pressing your backside out further, closer to Wire. It wasn't a large space so he was fairly close to you. You felt a thick finger slide between your clothed lips, feeling the moisture that was gathering there. He pressed his fingertip into your clit until you squirmed in an attempt to get friction. His hands moved to your hips and ass, appreciating every inch. When his hands slid to the middle, you heard the tearing of fabric and gasped when the cool night air hit your bare pussy. You were about to complain about your pants when two fingers pushed into you and left any complaint you had dead in the water. It felt a little sore from the previous day, but quickly turned into pleasure. You looked between your legs and moaned when you saw that his pants were pushed down just enough to free his cock, so tall and heavy that it leaned to one side. His other hand stroked it.

"Shhh. You don't want everyone to know what a slut the ship doctor is." 

Wire grabbed your hips and lined them up with his. You pulled away and turned around. Your heart raced for a second, scared he was going to pull you straight down on his cock. Which, normally, you would have invited, but his size and your soreness made you nervous. 

"Be easy. I lost my virginity yesterday." 

Wire was easily puzzled by this. "I'm sure that's not true."

"First of all, I don't appreciate the implications of your tone. Second, it's a long story."

"Well I know it wasn't Kid who took it because he's been bitchin and moanin about how you're ignoring him."

You sank between his legs and put both hands around his shaft. "I'd rather not talk about Kid while I'm trying to fuck you."

"You're trying to fuck me?" Wire asked incredulously. "I thought this was a check up." 

"Shut up." You put your mouth over the tip, intending to go down gradually.

Wired tsked. "There you go again. Talking to your superior in such a disrespectful way." Wire grabbed both sides of your head and pushed you down until you gagged. He released you right afterwards and you came off his cock coughing. "Are you going to be a good girl?" 

"No, probably not."

Wire smiled. "Good. I like a brat." 

You went back into position but Wire pulled you up and turned you around, sitting you on his lap. One hand covered your mouth and the other went back to your pussy, slipping two fingers in. He worked you up until he fit a third finger in, pumping them into you until your cunt was sopping wet. He didn't even try to make you cum yet, and you had a feeling he wasn't going to let you any time soon. Your noises were muffled enough by his hand that only you and he could hear them. 

Wire whispered in your ear. "Yellow if you need to pause. Red if you need to stop. Repeat it back to me." Wire wasn't planning on being rough but it was better to be safe. He removed his hand from your mouth for you to answer.

You nodded. "Yellow to pause. Red to stop." 

Wire put his hands under your thighs and lifted you with ease until you were over his cock. It took a few tries to get it in. You were so slippery that his cock kept slipping away from your entrance. He had to let one leg go and let you sag against his torso for a minute while he grabbed his shaft and guided the head into you. Even with prep, there was a sting as Wire stretched you further. If you were honest, you kind of liked the sting. Wire's hand returned to your thigh as he lifted you up and down his shaft, going further down every time. You bit your lip to keep the moans in, but were failing miserably. 

"Hush," Wire spoke lowly into your ear. 

Wire settled you in his lap with your legs on the outside of his, spread as far as you could comfortably be spread. He was still after that. 

"What's wrong?" You asked him, tilting your head back to stare up at him. 

"Well. I just remembered. You said we need to keep watch. I wouldn't want us to be distracted." 

"I changed my mind. Fuck watch." You rocked your hips for friction and he stilled them with his massive hands.

Wire chuckled darkly. "No. You're right. As a commander, I have to stay focused." 

You pouted. "Wire, c'mon." Groaning, you strained to move against his iron grip.

"You're so cute when you're desperate, fucking brat." 

You moved your hand to play with your clit again and Wire snatched your wrist, twisting it behind your back and pining it between you and himself. You whined, "Wire, please."

"Prove you can be good and I'll give you what you want."

You made a discontented growl but stayed still, hopeful that Wire would give in to his own desires soon and fuck you bent over the crow's nest railing. 

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Kid and Killer were returning to their cabins for the night after spending some time in Kid's workshop. Of course, Kid was curious as to why you were leaving Killer's room that morning, so Killer enlightened him. Kid was internally screaming at himself for not making up with you sooner after he had heard about the whole pseudo-virgin thing. Mostly, he was jealous that Killer was forgiven and got to spend time with you.

They passed by Quincy as she came from the women's quarters, her hair bundled up in a turban to dry after her shower. 

"Why aren't you on watch?" Killer questioned, as he was acutely aware of the schedule. 

"Oh! I switched with Y/N." Quincy continued down the hall. 

It took Killer some processing time before he grabbed Kid's arm. "Wire's on watch."

They shared a knowing glance and hustled back out on deck until they were under the crow's nest. It wasn't a problem if you decided to fuck Wire. They wanted to check on you out of curiosity and maybe slight territorial instinct, not jealousy. 

"Y/N!" Killer called up to you.

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 You had been sitting in Wire's lap, completely still, trying not to think about every little twitch of his cock that you could feel, that you knew he was doing on purpose to tease you. You sat up a little straighter when you heard your name being called and looked at Wire.

"You can get up."

With his permission, you leaned over the edge of the crow's nest. "Yeah?" When you saw Kid, your lip curled. "What do you want?" 

"Just checking on you." Killer yelled up. 

"I'm fine? Wire is right here." You gestured behind you. Kid and Killer shared a look, which made you squint your eyes suspiciously at them. 

Wire got up to show his face to them, coming up right behind you, leaning over you on the edge. He was quite a bit taller than you so he was hunched at a strange angle. 

You sucked in a breath and tried not to betray what was happening as you felt Wire sheath himself back inside you. 

Wire whispered so only you heard. "Now touch yourself." You felt him pull out and push in, just enough for you to feel the movement but not enough that it was noticeable. 

"It rained. You didn't get wet?" Killer questioned. 

You were afraid to do as Wire said, but you obeyed anyway, before Wire could use it as an excuse to make you do something humiliating. "I'd say I'm a little w-wet. But it's fine." Even the smallest movements felt amazing after being still for so long. As soon as your fingertips touched your clit, you weren't so reluctant, taking advantage of the opportunity Wire gave you.

"You're not cold?" 

"I'll come up and give ya my coat!" Kid offered. 

"No!" You said with too much force. "No I'm actually hot. I'm very hot. Must be hormones or something." Your knees knocked together while Wire dragged deliciously slowly against your gummy walls and your fingers danced around your sensitive bud. 

"We're fine up here." Wire said. "Stop worrying so much about our girl. I'm taking very good care of her." He had a knowing smirk on his face, daring one of them to say something. To you only, Wire said, "Tell them."

You were pretty certain your eyes crossed as Wire pulled your hips tightly against him, so tightly that his tip was squished against your cervix. "Wire-" You coughed to cover a moan. "Wire's been keeping me warm." 

"Wire can handle watch by himself! Why don't ya come with me and..." Kid thought very hard about this one, trying not to make it a sex thing. "... tell me ... about yer day?" 

"Goodnight, captain." You said, ending the conversation. 

From behind you, you couldn't see but Wire was giving Kid the middle finger.

Killer cursed Wire, having to grab Kid and spin him around before he started a fight. 

Kid growled in an annoyed way, harshly whispering to Killer. "He's fucking balls deep in her. He doesn't even like her that much." 

Killer spoke out of the side of his mouth. "It sounds to me like maybe you're regretting your decision not to apologize sooner." 

"Ya better have something sexy on under those jeans."

"I'm not fucking you either. I need my beauty sleep," Killer reminded him. 

"THEN WHO'S GONNA FUCK ME?!" Kid accidentally yelled louder than he meant to. 

Wire's voice came from far away. "Try your hand!"

Killer had to restrain Kid again. Wire knew he was playing with fire, but it was worth it to see Kid get worked up over someone else playing with his things while he was still grounded. 

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Wire pulled you back onto his lap as he sat back down. He rewarded your good behavior with a few good pumps before he stilled again and took your hands away from pleasuring yourself. He tortured you most of the night by not moving, or by touching you just enough to make you whine and then rescinding it, or by whispering all the filthy things he'd like to do to you into your ear. It was driving you wild. All you wanted to do was ride his dick until you came at least once, preferably multiple times. You thought about using your devil fruit against him, but that would be cheating, and this was all a game. 

"If I decide that you deserve it, what do you want me to do to you, whore?" 

You involuntarily shivered. "I want you to bend me over that railing and fuck me until I'm crying." 

Wire chuckled. "Are you sure you want to ask that of me, princess?" 

"Please fuck me. Please." You begged. "It won't take much. Just give me 5 minutes."

"So needy." 

"I am. I am needy." You stretched and adjusted your position as your back started getting stiff, but also just to have an excuse to move.

"I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything." 

Wire continued to bully you, telling you how big of a slut you were and how he bet you would love it if the entire crew took turns fucking you. He suggested fucking you in front of Kid and making him watch as a punishment for upsetting you, which was fairly appealing to you, except Kid didn't even deserve to watch. Every so often, Wire would shift for his own comfort and you relished it. It was so pathetic that him shifting his weight, and the minute movement it caused, had you throbbing and twitching. Wire had you so worked up, just by talking dirty to you for the most part. This time when he shifted, he was pressed uncomfortably against your bladder, which apparently was full. 

"Wire, can I use the bathroom really quickly? I have to pee."

"Sure."

When you tried to get up however, Wire held you in place. "Wire, you said I could go!"

"No. I said you could pee." 

"I'm not doing it here." 

"Then I guess you'll hold it." 

"You're disgusting. I'm not peeing in front of you, on you, whatever."

"Would it make you feel better if I peed on you first?" 

"Don't you dare." 

"You're not the one in charge here." 

Wire's hands wandered over you, tweaking you here and there. One slid over your lower stomach, firmly pressing down.

"Wire!" He knew what he was doing, putting pressure on your bladder.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Curious how you haven't used your colors yet, though, isn't it? I think you want to." 

"I don't." The truth was, you weren't sure how you felt about it. Part of you was intrigued by the receiving end, being marked, almost animalistic in nature. Your pride wouldn't let you ask for it though. 

One of Wire's hands covered your mouth and the other went between your legs, tracing the outside of your labia and gradually moving inward. You shuddered when his finger finally pressed into your clit, arching your back into him. He rolled his hips from under you. It was hard not to hit your sweet spot when he had a dick that took up every inch of space there was inside you. You both resented and praised him for wanting to make a complete humiliating mess of you. You moaned freely into his hand, unworried about anyone hearing you. Every movement he made pressed into your bladder and it was a struggle to balance relaxing into his thrusts so you could cum and holding your piss in. 

"That's right, little one. You can make a mess in my lap. Come undone for me." 

You resisted, still holding onto your pride and your piss. 

"I know you want to cum so badly. Think about how good it will feel to let go."

You shook your head, still screaming into his palm. 

Wire was unrelenting in his movements, thrusting into you more, rubbing your clit in fast circles. "Cum for me. You've been begging all night to cum and now you're resisting me? Tch. You are a brat." 

You were less and less in control of your body as you gave in to your pleasure. Wire allowed you to roll your hips against his. Your hand was gripped tightly on his wrist, holding it in place over your clit. In a burst of stars across your vision, you came, thighs shaking, back arching, Wire's hand barely containing the blissful sound coming from your throat. Wire got what he wanted. As soon as you came, you did more than squirt, you soaked your torn leggings and Wire beneath you. 

"Fuck. Make a mess. Let it all out." Wire rubbed your clit harder until you were spraying the wood that made up the bottom of the crow's nest. "Good girl."

You were panting and blissed out in Wire's lap. All the edging built up into a huge, rapturous orgasm that had you completely limp against him. Every so often you twitched with aftershocks.

Wire took his hand from your mouth and stroked your hair. "That feels better, doesn't it?" 

You nodded, slumped in his lap. 

"You're my plaything aren't you?"

You nodded again. You would agree to whatever he said, too tired to put up a fight, too focused on the tingling endorphins zipping around your body as the orgasm lingered. 

"You'll do whatever I want, won't you?"

You nodded.

"Out loud, little one."

"I'll do whatever you want, Wire." 

"That's a good pet." Wire threw you so you were bent over the side of the crow's nest. "Now you get your reward. But you better cum quick, looks like dawn is close, and you wouldn't want Killer to wake up and see his favorite girl strung out on someone else's cock." 

You both knew damn well Killer would actually really enjoy that, but you played along. You didn't want anyone else to see that anyway and people would start getting up to start on their duties as soon as dawn broke. The sky had a light tint to it at the horizon, though dark clouds that threatened rain still hung low in the night sky. 

Wire grabbed your hair and your hip as leverage to pound into you. You weren't expecting him to start so rough, but you did say you wanted him to make you cry. The edge of the wood painfully pressed into your thighs as Wire pushed into you from behind. He was unrelenting, not even giving you a chance to recover from your orgasm. Your hand gripped the wood hard, half afraid he would fuck you right over the edge. Your cries were no longer imprisoned inside your mouth by Wire's hand and you cared little to cover them up. All you cared about was Wire fucking your brains out and being intoxicated with ecstasy.

"Oh fuck!" 

"That's it, slut. Beg for my cock. Tell me whose pussy this is."

"It's yours!" You moaned. "Ruin this cunt, Wire. Please."

Wire's monster cock rubbed your clit from the inside. He bullied your cunt, forcing his length as far into you as it would go, repeatedly pounding into your cervix. You were melted over the side of the crow's nest, lost in pleasure. Tears pricked the edges of your eyes as you gave in. Your thighs were soaked with a mix of the wetness of your cunt and your urine, and they only got wetter as Wire fucked into you. He was turning you into a sloppy puddle and you loved every second of it. 

Wire pulled you up so your back was touching him and shoved his fingers into your mouth to muffle you, as you were starting to actually get loud enough to wake the ship. Your wet, hot breath on his hand and the wanton moans spilling from your mouth made his balls tighten, threatening to spill inside you. He didn't even think you knew you were doing it, but you were throwing your hips back on him, and the way you were hypnotized by his fucking made him groan. Your cunt had him ini a vice grip, trying to milk him for every drop of cum he had. 

"I'm g-gonna cum," you stuttered. 

Wire grunted. "Me too. You gonna take all of it?"

"Fill me up! Please! I need it."

"That's ngh- my good little slut."

As soon as Wire felt your walls clench around him, it pushed him over the edge. His balls squeezed as he spilled his seed inside you. An impressive amount of cum was unloaded into you, spilling out onto your thighs as his cock left no room in your pussy for the cum to go. Every pulse of your orgasm pushed a little more of his seed out. Wire felt your weight fall into him. Your knees gave out with the intensity of the waves coursing through you. Wire lowered you sit on the bench, licking his lips at the way you were slumped and whimpering, legs spread, leaking his seed, with your pretty pink pussy exposed in your ripped clothes. He couldn't help but thrust his fingers back between your puffy lips, feeling his stickiness clinging to you. You whined feeling his fingers move inside your overly-sensitive body. Wire stroked himself, not to stay hard, but to feel the residual pleasure before his dick softened. 

"What do you say?"

You barely registered Wire talking to you. "T-thank you."

"That pretty, tight pussy is mine, right?"

You nodded. "Yes, sir."

"You want me to make it mine?"

"Mhm." Fat raindrops started to fall on the ship, cool against your skin. Then you felt something warm pattering against you. You were brought partially out of your stupor by the sight of Wire with his heavy shaft in his hand, pissing directly onto your spread cunt, marking you. The foreign feeling of the stream hitting your clit made your legs twitch. Warmth rose to your cheeks as you processed that you were allowing yourself to get peed on by Wire. It was both humiliating and arousing. Maybe you had some kinks that needed to be explored further. 

Wire pressed a kiss to your forehead and slapped your vulva when he was finished. "You were so good for me. Let me take care of my pretty pet." 

The sun's rays were starting to branch out from the horizon line as Wire carried you unseen to his and Heat's quarters. It was smaller than either Kid or Killer's cabins, and there was no separation between Heat and Wire's spaces, but they still had their own bathroom, again smaller than Kid and Killer's. You could hear rain begin to pour down harder, which was for the best since it would wash away the mess in the crow's nest. It was also relaxing as Wire stripped your soiled and torn clothing from you. He brought you into their shared bathroom, and was supporting you with his arm while he disrobed as well. Wire ran a bath and brought you in with him, as their bathtub was also large enough to fit someone as large as Wire and then some. He let you lay on his chest while you soaked. 

"You did so well, sweetheart. Does anything hurt?"

You shook your head. You really just wanted to sleep now.

"I know that was new for you. How was it? If you didn't like it, you don't have to do it again."

You thought about it. "I... liked it."

"Good." Wire stroked your hair.

You mustered the strength to sit up and face Wire. You hadn't taken the time to appreciate his features, usually lost on his dick when he was sans clothes. The flecks of gray in his dark hair were charming. You scratched his sideburns affectionately. "Thank you for guiding me into something new." You felt like he deserved some praise, too. You grinned. "You know, you weren't that mean to me this time."

"And you weren't that much of a brat."

You sighed a weak laugh. 

Wire cleaned you up and tucked you into his bed, choosing himself to slide in next to Heat, who was still asleep in his own bed. You thought you heard some sleepily exchanged words of endearment between them before you melted into unconsciousness. 

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