#i might have missed stuff i dunno

[a-whispering-echo]

WYVLISKS

Physical Traits:

Wyvlisks are draconic-humanoids with a graceful, almost elfin build. They possess spindly yet elegant proportions, standing tall or short depending on lineage. Their most prominent dragon-like features, such as scales, wings, and horns, only appear after marriage, marking a monumental transformation from their mostly human-like state. Pre-marriage Wyvlisks can appear entirely human, with no external signs of their draconic heritage.

Some Wyvlisks have the unique ability to shapeshift into cat-sized dragons, though this is a rare and revered gift. This form is considered sacred, often reserved for private or ceremonial moments.

Lifecycle & Maturity:

Wyvlisks are considered "infants" until their 20s, reflecting their prolonged development, both physically and magically. They remain in a juvenile phase until they marry, which is when their full magical potential is unlocked. This rite of passage transforms them from unremarkable beings into powerful, awe-inspiring creatures.

The act of marriage doesn’t just signify commitment but is also the key to unlocking their draconic traits. This magical metamorphosis is considered a sacred, almost divine event, marked by a public ceremony where their horns, wings, and/or scales emerge in a dazzling spectacle. It is said that witnessing this transformation is like watching a star being born, a radiant blend of power and beauty.

Cultural Roles:

Wyvlisks are often seen as embodiments of beauty and power, especially after marriage. Historically, they were revered and sought after by noble houses and influential leaders. A Wyvlisk spouse was considered a divine blessing, a sign of favor from the gods, and was often treated with great reverence and respect.

Despite their grace and elegance, Wyvlisks are formidable, especially with their unparalleled healing abilities. Seeing a scarred Wyvlisk is a chilling sight, as it suggests a battle fierce enough to overwhelm their natural regeneration.

Marriage & Jewellery Traditions:

Jewellery is a crucial part of Wyvlisk culture, used to denote marital status, power, and emotional ties.

Silver: Worn by singles, silver is a highly significant metal. Silver jewelry is passed down through generations, becoming treasured family heirlooms. A child is given their first piece of silver on their 20th birthday, an important rite of passage. If a Wyvlisk is not gifted this silver by their family, it is the greatest insult—a sign of disownment. For a parent to withhold silver is to sever ties permanently.

Gold: Worn by married Wyvlisks, gold symbolizes the beauty and strength of their union.

Black: Worn during courtship or engagement, black jewellery shows a Wyvlisk is in a relationship that is progressing towards marriage.

Copper: Widowed Wyvlisks wear copper, and the natural oxidation of the metal reflects the length of their mourning period. The longer a Wyvlisk wears oxidized copper, the more respect they are shown, as it displays the depth of their loss

Interestingly, gifting silver to a partner signifies the end of a relationship. It's a respectful but final act, akin to saying, "We are no longer bound."

Courtship Rituals:

Courtship among Wyvlisks involves braiding each other's hair—a symbolic act representing dominance, protection, and the readiness to provide for one another. The act of allowing someone to braid your hair is a gesture of deep trust and submission, indicating that you are willing to let them shape your future.

Wyvlisks also prove their worthiness to potential mates by engaging in feats of strength or skill, such as hunting, sparring, or other displays of prowess. These actions serve as proof that they are capable of protecting their partner and building a strong family.

Hair and Power Hierarchy:

Hair plays a vital role in Wyvlisk society. From infancy until around age 5, it’s acceptable for Wyvlisk children to wear their hair loose. However, as they grow older, loose hair is seen as childish or even uncultured. As they mature, their hairstyles become more intricate, signifying age, wisdom, and power.

Braids are not just decorative but also functional, acting as a symbol of one's magical and social standing. The more elaborate the braiding, the older and stronger the Wyvlisk. Powerful Wyvlisks adorn their hair with jewels, bands, and metal ties, often denoting magical prowess or social status. The positioning and angle of the braids also communicate hidden messages within Wyvlisk culture—where a single misplaced braid could cause offense or signal a challenge.

The Magic of Color and Gifting:

Each Wyvlisk possesses a unique magical aura, and their partner's jewellery is adorned with stones that match this aura in colour. These stones, crafted by hand, must perfectly reflect the precise shade of their partner’s magic. This attention to detail is crucial in maintaining the deep bonds between Wyvlisk partners.

When a Wyvlisk proposes marriage, they not only give their partner gold but also present the partner's family with a golden chalice. The chalice symbolizes acceptance into the family and is used during the wedding ceremony when both families drink from it in honour of their union. The partner is also gifted a personalized object—something deeply tied to their interests or the relationship. If this gift is not well-received, it can lead to an immediate dissolution of the courtship, as it indicates a lack of understanding between the couple.

Ancient Legacy & Fall from Dominance:

In ancient times, Wyvlisks were considered divine emissaries, believed to have descended from celestial dragons. Their marriages were seen as cosmic unions, and their species held positions of immense power and influence in many societies. To marry a Wyvlisk was to be blessed by the gods, and their beauty was considered otherworldly.

Over time, however, the Wyvlisk’s dominance waned. Legends speak of wars, betrayals, and internal strife that weakened their once-thriving population. While their influence may have diminished, they remain symbols of great honor, and marrying a Wyvlisk is still considered a rare and treasured gift.

Wyvlisk Tribal Structure: The Five Tribes

The Wyvlisk tribes are scattered across various terrains, from lush forests to desolate mountains. Though they share a common heritage, each tribe has developed unique cultural identities. The differences in their approach to scars, marriage, physical appearances, and magical practices are significant.

The Horiskh Tribe (Mountain Dwellers)

Physical Traits:

Size: Generally taller and more muscular, Horiskh Wyvlisks are adapted to the harsh, rugged mountain terrain.

Scales and Hair: They often have dark, metallic scales with shimmering hues of bronze or copper, providing natural camouflage against rocky environments. Hair colours range from deep black to silver-Gray.

Wing Structure: Their wings, post-marriage, are larger and more powerful than those of other tribes, allowing them to navigate high-altitude winds.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Worship: Horiskh Wyvlisks revere scars, believing that each scar represents a victory against a formidable foe or natural challenge. Scarred Wyvlisks are held in god-like esteem, often becoming leaders or spiritual guides.

Courtship Rituals: In courtship, physical prowess and endurance tests are key. Partners braid each other’s hair mid-hunt or during combat training, symbolizing unity in strength and mutual protection.

Magical Specialization: Horiskh Wyvlisks are known for their earth-based magic, manipulating stone and metal, which they use to shape their mountain homes and forge intricate jewellery.

Marriage Customs: Gold worn by Horiskh Wyvlisks often incorporates raw gems found in mountain caves, symbolizing the unrefined power of their union. These gems are believed to carry spiritual energy from the mountains, enhancing the couple’s magical abilities. weapon-shaped jewellery (miniature daggers, shields, or spears) are common, In addition to standard anklets, they wear elaborate golden bracelets on their arms and horns if present, signifying their prowess in combat.

The Aelithe Tribe (Forest Guardians)

Physical Traits:

Size: The Aelithe are generally shorter and more agile, perfectly suited to their forest environments. Their horns are thin and almost ethereal, often resembling the twisting shapes of tree branches.

Scales and Hair: Their scales are often green, gold, or dark brown, providing camouflage among the trees. Hair colours vary from earthy brown to deep red, and leaf-like patterns sometimes appear in their scales. NOTE: Some Aelithe have been noted to have very dark, almost black or purple scales and hair. The reason for this is unknown, as it does not appear to be genetic.

Wings: Post-marriage wings are smaller and more delicate, resembling butterfly or dragonfly wings in some, emphasizing their stealth and agility.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scarring and Purity: Scarring in the Aelithe Tribe is seen as a terrible blemish, corrupting the natural beauty that is central to their identity. Scarred individuals are often banished or sent to live in isolation, as they are believed to disrupt the natural flow of magic.

Courtship Rituals: Aelithe courtship is centred around forest stewardship and harmony with the natural world. Couples often braid each other’s hair while surrounded by nature, and they are required to tend to sacred trees, whose health is believed to reflect the health of their relationship.

Magical Specialization: Aelithe Wyvlisks wield plant and life-based magic, able to influence the growth of plants and even communicate with the forest. Their braided hair often contains living vines or flowers, signifying their connection to the wild.

Marriage Customs:

Gold jewelry in the Aelithe Tribe is delicate, often adorned with small wooden carvings or enchanted leaves. These elements are thought to represent the fragility and beauty of life, as well as their deep bond with nature

The Kethlin Tribe (Desert Survivors)

Physical Traits:

Size: The Kethlin Tribe tends to produce tall and lean Wyvlisks, with long limbs and narrow frames, adapted for survival in hot, arid climates. Their horns are less prominent, but their claws are unusually sharp, marking them as natural hunters.

Scales and Hair: Their scales are commonly gold, sandy, or white, reflecting the harsh sunlight of the desert. Hair colours range from pale blond to deep auburn to dusky greys. Hair ALWAYS turns grey in old age. The lack of pigmentation in their scales is a symbol of power and beauty. Scarfs and head coverings are common, used to keep sand out of more delicate areas, like eyes.

Wings: Post-marriage wings are slender, bat-like, enabling gliding over long distances in the desert winds. Their wings are small, adapted for short bursts of flight, perfect for their nomadic lifestyle

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Acceptance: In the Kethlin Tribe, scars are a neutral symbol—neither revered nor despised. They are seen as natural consequences of life in a harsh environment. However, excessive scarring can lead to concerns about one’s ability to defend oneself, and thus may harm social standing. A scar is simply a sign that you have lived long enough to earn one.

Courtship Rituals: Kethlin courtship is a test of survival skills. Prospective partners undertake long treks to prove their endurance and mental fortitude. Many also play fight for dominance and enjoyment. Braiding each other’s hair after a natural disaster or during a challenging journey is a sign of respect and readiness for partnership.

Magical Specialization: Their magic is tied to heat, sand, and wind, allowing them to create mirages, shift dunes, or manipulate desert air to summon powerful gusts.

Marriage Customs:

The gold jewellery of the Kethlin Tribe is often spotted, in microscopic small dots, so the full image is made of very small craftsmanship, representing the shifting and ever-changing nature of life. Chalices given to families are etched with desert motifs, and filled with water gathered from distant oases, symbolizing endurance and perseverance. They are also known for their simplistic but meaningful jewellery, often carved from bones, animal teeth, or natural materials like clay.

The Sireshith Tribe (Swamp and River Inhabitants)

Physical Traits:

Size: Sireshith Wyvlisks are shorter and stockier, with muscular builds adapted for swimming and navigating through murky, swampy environments.

Scales and Hair: Their scales range from dark green to teal, often with bioluminescent markings that glow softly at night. Hair tends to be dark blue or black, with a slick, wet sheen. Nakedness is seen as very natural, and clothing is often slight or see through in appearance. Many only clothe themselves when visiting other tribes. Elders often weave kelp or seaweed into their braids as a sign of their closeness to nature and water.

Wings: Their wings are webbed, designed for gliding over water rather than flying long distances. Their wings are large but webbed slightly, resembling those of sea dragons, and they are excellent swimmers. Their horns are sleek and pointed, resembling shark fins.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Rituals: Scarring is considered a sign of rebirth in the Sireshith Tribe. Each scar tells a story of survival in the dangerous swamps, where creatures and natural hazards are abundant. Scarred Wyvlisks are often seen as wise and resilient, but there is no reverence or worship of scars, simply respect for those who bear them.

Courtship Rituals: In the Sireshith Tribe, courtship involves swimming in sacred waters. Couples braid their hair while submerged waist-deep in the water, allowing the current to influence the braid patterns, which are thought to show the course of their future together.

Magical Specialization: Sireshith Wyvlisks have control over water-based magic, including the ability to purify, manipulate, and control water. Some can even influence local aquatic wildlife to assist them. Frog and fish 'pets' are common.

Marriage Customs:

Their gold jewellery is often 'water-themed', with rippled textures or set with river stones. Ceremonial chalices contain sacred swamp water, believed to enhance fertility and prosperity.

The Xethari Tribe (Sky Nomads)

Physical Traits:

Size: Xethari Wyvlisks are lean and medium-height, with a build that emphasizes speed and agility.

Scales and Hair: Their scales are often iridescent blue or silver, shimmering like the sky or clouds. Hair colours are typically white, pale blue, or soft purple, mimicking the colours of the dawn or dusk sky. The Xethari style their hair in tight, controlled braids, with minimal decoration, often incorporating dark feathers or nightshade blossoms as symbols of their mystical nature. Their society values mystery and control, and their hair reflects their emphasis on keeping personal power hidden.

Wings: Their wings are the most developed, resembling those of large birds of prey, giving them unparalleled speed and agility in flight.

Cultural Beliefs:

Scar Stigma: In the Xethari Tribe, scars are considered a terrible mark of weakness. Since they pride themselves on aerial prowess, a Wyvlisk who is injured to the point of scarring is often exiled or reduced in status, as it implies a failure in battle or flight.

Courtship Rituals: Xethari courtship involves aerial dances, where partners demonstrate their speed and agility in flight. Braiding occurs while hovering in mid-air, a display of dexterity and trust.

Magical Specialization: Xethari Wyvlisks wield air and lightning-based magic, able to control wind currents or summon storms.

Marriage Customs:

Their gold jewellery often contains sky crystals or feathers. Chalices are filled with rainwater, believed to be blessed by the sky gods.

Their silver is often tarnished intentionally as part of their aesthetic.

[jaggedpeak]

anyone else think about these two and get really really really sad

[keeps-ache]

in a cafe rn. this place is nice :>

[sysig]

Really digging out the old OCs now; Pan-na, Pilok, Azalea, squirrel boys Will and Damien, and Cupid and Venus <3 (Patreon)

[goldenboikuvasauce]

maybe im reading way too much into it but I know Quincy is a big old dude with gun and probably military background but that hair is giving, I spend time with my aunties 💕💕💕💕💕💕 and they said I'm tender headed 😔

[sweetdreamspootypie]

I am finally encountering social situations where I have to work out how to address misgendering and now finally relate to the Grumpy People of Tumblr Discourse Past

In that... what 'adult sounding' terms can I even point to to use in casual conversation as a nonbinary person?

Enby is the default suggestion which I guess I could try

But my problem is compounded by the fact that I don't actually have any terms that I already use

Whenever I say anything self referential, it is exclusively always in the context of telling someone (or myself) that I beat the executive dysfunction ('i did a thing' millennial style)

So my existing terms of self reference are just

Good noodle (who did the thing)

Very Helpful Engine (what my mother says when I do the thing, and is a reference to Thomas the Tank Engine)

Or, very rarely, just

A Bean

And while cutesyness works for internal processing, it doesn't really cohere to the desired public facing quasi-butchness I'm going for

I have not actually said anything since the first instance bc

Them: "very impressive furniture shifting and renting and driving a truck all by yourself! What a woman!"

And my instinctual response was just to blurt out the correction "bean!" and skitter off...

[side note: it was interesting that the dad also used the same instance of furniture moving demonstration of physical prowess go emphasize and affirm the son's masculinity - directly in reference to the dad's masculinity "that's my son", in the same moment as the mother saw it as female empowerment for me... Almost as if the boost in the sense of self efficacy and self concept and achievement that comes from a satisfying hard task is a gender neutral experience... But we just experience it as gendered bc our self concept includes gender...and it is also projected upon us by others who see us as extensions of themselves]

Anyway I need to find a work around for this bc I am historically a praise starved bitch (the other self referential term which also doesn't work) and finally have a mother figure trying to say nice things but the shots go wide lol

Might just have to lean in and reclaim dyke

Hello yes please exclusively refer to me as the excellent lesbian sleeping with your son

[lagtrain]

i srsly cant wait for tomorrow... i need my free pulls + colourfes

[jesse-cosay]

I just realized I'm gonna have to start posting art here again. Devastating.

[gregmarriage]

lot of feelings about being disabled and bedridden and housebound etc, and the disappointment and sadness, etc that comes with it. especially, bc a girl asked me out for coffee and i don’t know how to let her down and say, ‘yeah, don’t hold your breath’

[tempe-brennans]

i wish i was serious about literally anything

[no-13s-alt-account]

Might need to workshop some ideas here so they aren’t harmful or unintentionally disrespectful. Not what I intended.

[foxxsong]

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3

a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾

katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.

for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.

imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.

he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.

“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.

“quit squirmin’. ”

“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.

“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.

“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.

“like what ?”

“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.

you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.

“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.

“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.

“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.

“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.

“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”

you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”

“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.

“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”

“yet.”

your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.

“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”

“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.

you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.

“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.

“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.

“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”

“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.

“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.

“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.

“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.

“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.

“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”

a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓

[jorongbak]

*** NO SPOILERS ***

So I just watched Deadpool & Wolverine. Here's a short jumbled review

1. I think this might be my favorite Deadpool movie. ..and I'm definitely going to be broke by the end of August

2. I was a little worried when the final trailer revealed Laura- but NO THERE'S SO MUCH MORE THEY'RE HIDING. IT WAS INSANE BECAUSE I REALLY HONEST TO GOD DIDN'T EXPECT THEM???????? PREPARE TO BE SO PLEASANTLY SURPRISED

3. This movie feels like a tribute to 20th Century Fox's Marvel and 2000s Marvel movies. As a 2000's kid who grew up watching and loving Fox's Marvel movies, it's a nice feeling of nostalgia and surprises

3-1. Love the amount of appreciation and respect they show to 20th Century Fox

4. The balance between the comedy and the serious emotional scenes are done very well. Made me laugh hard as well as made me feel for Logan and Wade. There are more serious moments than they let on from the trailers.

5. All of the fight scenes are also great. R-ratings giving Wolverine and Deadpool the permission to go all out, put Maximum Effort into all the gory, bloody, violent, satisfactory action sequences. We all know it's a sin if DP and W don't get to fight in a R-rated style, and this movie do them justice (especially Wolvie)

They are so chaotic together you'll love every time when their combined chaotic insanity intensifies.

5-1. Yes. He wears the cowl, and I goddamn loved every second Wolverine's cowl was on the screen. He wears it much longer than I expected

6. "Like a Prayer" is a perfect choice. It's beautiful

7. If you're a Wolverine fan, like me, please don't miss this movie. Hugh Jackman is of course amazing as ever as Wolverine. And with R-rated blessings, we get to see Logan being the angry grumpy cranky unsociable foul-mouthed violent no hesitation quick to stab self in his iconic yellow suit. (That was already a Hugh-ge win for me)

And the way he fights. YES. YES. YES. That's the Wolverine I love.

+) Also there's the way he moves for a very short amount of seconds in his fight with Deadpool that I want to talk so much about... but I'll hold my tongue until more of you watch the movie. It was the first time I saw him do that. It's a new move and I freakin' loved it. Wish we'd get to see him do that again later

8. I f**kin' love the ending so much. It's perfect for me. It's the very best ending I could have asked for. The ending made me love the movie so much more

9. Can they save MCU? I dunno and TBH I don't care about the whole MCU, I just care about them. I'm willing to stick around for more of Wolverine and Deadpool stuffs, and hopefully some good X-men stuffs from the Mutant saga.

10. While I can't say this movie is a masterpiece like Logan, it is definitely entertaining and a good fun watch. That is enough for me. They give what the audience came for and I absolutely love it for that.

[toxicanonymity]

busted (jailbird one shot)

2.5k WORDS, JOEL "JOJO" MILLER x f!READER SUMMARY: You roleplay as cop and sex worker. WARNINGS: I8+, no plot just smut, roleplay, manhandling, handcuffs, bj, unsafe PIV, creampie, fluff. writer chooses not to warn in further detail, read at your own risk. Read alone or see jailbird masterlist for relationship & reader history. NOTES: On hiatus, but this has been in my tumblr drafts since 3/20. Ty for the ask. They've both served time. This happens while Joel's aunt/your former cellmate is still locked up. Ty again to everyone who made me write cellmate's nephew (history) 💀. Divider by @saradika-graphics. @toxicfics for notifications.

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You sit on Joel’s bed alone, wearing a short skirt, a lace bra, and fishnet stockings he already ripped wide open the last time you wore them. You finish lacing up your boots, tuck a wad of cash into your bra, and get a tictac mint from your purse. Then you put on the bag and close the bedroom door behind you as you leave. 

As you walk into the living room, the front door opens. You realize you’re holding your breath and feel silly. Your heart skips a beat when he steps through the door. 

He pauses long enough for you to take in his whole form. . .tattooed arms swelling out from the sleeves of his slutty, blue uniform. Your eyes fall to his crotch as he turns to face you. The tight polyester pants leave little to the imagination. The whole, massive outline is visible atop his thigh, straining the fabric. He smooths his mustache and tilts his head, checking you out. Then he keeps a straight face as he steps toward you and says,

“‘S’cuse me, miss. Can I see some ID?”

Your heart flutters. You’ve played the part so many times. Played lots of parts. You're used to being who the client needs. But here you are with a little stage fright in front of your boo. And Jesus Christ, there’s something about his prison tattoos bursting out of that uniform. 

You stand still in the middle of the room and he slowly paces around you. A few feet away, but close enough to smell the cigarette he must have enjoyed outside and the cologne he reserves for date nights. The sight and smell of him makes you tingle. His touch might make you physically swoon. He clears his throat, and your face heats up. You lock eyes with him, and there’s a sparkle in his gaze, but he manages to hold firm, not breaking. 

“I, um – I have it somewhere.” You rifle through your bag.

“What’s that in your brassiere, ma’am?” He takes a baton off his hip and gestures to your bra cup. Your chest is lightly dusted in a caramel flavored shimmer powder.  

“Oh,” you stammer, looking away.  “I dunno why I put this here when I have a purse,” you mutter, half out of character.

“Just what I was thinkin’,” he cocks an eyebrow at you. He begins to stalk around you again, getting a little closer with each step, closing in on you. Then, he holsters his baton and stands behind your back, close enough to feel his body heat. You turn your face to the side and his scent wraps around you. 

His hardness lightly grazes you, and you push your ass back instinctively. His left hand comes to your hip as his right hand snakes around your torso.  His voice is deep and gruff.

“I’m thinkin’ this is dirty money.”

He trails his fingers slowly up your sternum, then over the curve of your left breast to your black push-up bra. You watch the faded barbed wire flex on his hand as he slides two fingers into the bra cup, retrieving the cash. He lowers his volume and his lips brush the shell of our ear. “Real dirty, honey.” 

“It’s nothing,” you shake your head, getting into a better rhythm. 

“Lemme take this off your hands,” he offers and lifts the strap of your purse off your shoulder. He stuffs the cash in it and tosses the purse to Mabel’s easychair. The tictacs rattle as it lands. He returns behind you, and this time, both hands go to your hips.

“I’m thinkin’ we can work somethin’ out,” he murmurs. His hands meander up your sides, then back down. He holds onto your hips and pulls you back against him, lightly grinding his hard length against your skirt, making you throb. 

“Fuck, Jo,” you whine in a whisper, pushing back on him like you shouldn't be. He exhales what you're pretty sure is a laugh. You can picture his smile. You're not ready to throw in the towel on this scene. You compose yourself and ask, “What are you doing?” You step forward, away from him, then turn around with a glare. 

He slowly rubs his arousal and adjusts himself. Then he puts his hands on his hips and shifts his weight. He looks you up and down, slowly shakes his head, and clucks his tongue.  

“Y’know, I didn’t wanna have to do this.”  He reaches behind his back for his cuffs, and you head for the door. 

He grabs you by the arm, and you continue to pull away. 

“No,” you protest emptily, tingling at the thought of him getting rougher.

He wraps a strong arm around you and you keep squirming. He lets you pull away toward the door until you’re up against it. He presses his weight against you with a forearm on your upper back and warns, “Resisting arrest?” 

He wrangles your arms behind your back, and the cold metal edge makes you shiver as your first wrist is cuffed. The second cuff clicks into place and he tightens them. Your cuffed hands desperately feel around the front of his pants, and he shifts his hips to help you find what you're looking for. You softly moan when your palm meets the hard length in his pants. 

“So now ya wanna be good,” he taunts, then lets out a barely audible grunt, pressing his hips forward, arousal swelling against your palm.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, officer.” He takes your hands and puts them on your mid back, and you keep them there. He yanks the whole skirt up over your ass in one go, watching your ass drop, fishnet diamonds stretched over it. His hips push forward and his hardness makes you throb. 

“Spread’em,” he commands. 

You widen your stance. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, then wedges a hand between you and the door. Your palms rest on his tummy as he shoves his hand between your legs and feels how wet you are through the pre-ruined fishnets. 

“Alright, let’s make a deal,” he growls, then cruelly takes his hand away without so much as putting half a finger in you. 

He grabs you by one arm and pulls you over to the sofa. “Knees,” he murmurs, and helps you down onto the carpet. He pats your head then sits down on the sofa with a sigh, manspreading. He splays his arms out on the back of the couch and looks at you affectionately for a moment before his face hardens again. He takes off his fake utility belt in a hurry. 

“Got five minutes to convince me not to take ya in,” he warns, "If ya can handle it." He lifts his hips, giving you a rush of arousal. He pulls at his uniform pants, and they snap open at the side. This must have been quite a hit all those years ago on stage. For you, he's not wearing anything under them. You glance at his hip tattoo. Yeah.

He frees his massive cock and wraps his hand around the clean shaven base. He squeezes it as he looks at you darkly. "Such a bad girl." He scoots toward the edge of the sofa. Your hands are still handcuffed behind your back, skirt still sitting up above your ass.

You lean forward, dip your head, and he feeds you his cock. You slurp the fat head into your mouth and he sighs, watching you with a softening scowl. "Fuck yeah," he breathes. His knees bracket you and help you balance with no use of your hands as you bob your head. He moans as you suck him. You stretch your jaw, sucking at the smooth, salty tip, then take a few inches into your mouth and hold it, feeling him throb. "God damn," he curses softly. You suck with the back of your throat and carefully take as much as you can, expertly swallowing his length. You take him so deep that your lips brush his shaved pubic skin, and your eyes prickle with tears.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Get up here.” 

You slowly let his cock out of your mouth, and a string of slobber falls away with it.

He grabs your arms and helps you stand. He could stand to be rougher about it. But he's all but abandoning character, overtaken by the way you make him feel. The real you.

He helps you balance as you kneel onto the sofa, straddling him with your thighs spread wide. His breaths are heavy and getting heavier as he eyes your tits and the front closure of your bra. 

He sits up straight. He wraps an arm around you and interlaces his fingers with one of your cuffed hands. "Doin' so good, baby." With his other hand, he swiftly unhooks the front clasp of your bra, and the cups break apart, letting your tits fall out.  He takes a nipple into his mouth, then passionately licks and kisses his way up to your mouth. He palms one breast as he sucks the other and holds your hand behind your back. He pulls you right against him so your clit presses against his warm, hard cock and it makes him moan against your breast as he throbs against you.

He moves you, grinding his cock on your clit. He kisses your breast again, then drags his nose up your chest and feverishy kisses you everywhere on his way to your neck, where he sucks you long and slow. He lets go of your hand and slides his hand down, reaching under your ass to your cunt, where he slides his fingers through your slick then spreads you open for him.

He maneuvers you up to get clearance for his cock. He runs the tip through your slick, then massages your clit with it before notching at your entrance. You twitch at the contact, then begin to sink onto him and he pulls you down with a grunt.

"That's my girl," he breathes.

His lips find yours, and the kiss is long and slow with him seated fully inside you. He moves you on his cock, and his hips roll under you at a slow rhythm, stretching you with his girth, making you twitch already. You break the kiss with a moan.

You look down between your bodies, then purr, “is it hot in here, officer?” 

“God you're fuckin’ hot,” he gushes with urgency.  He reaches in his shirt pocket for the key to the handcuffs and wraps his arms around you. His cock twitches and he fumbles around as he uncuffs you. You rip open his snap button uniform top, then cradle his face and your lips smash back together and his tongue finds yours. He pulls you close. Your tits press into his chest and you moan into his mouth as you roll your hips.

You sigh and curse and moan against each other's mouths as you ride him.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “I coulda came soon as ya—fuck–the way you were clawin’ around for my cock just to feel it—ohhhh.”

He playfully plucks at the fishnets then kneads your ass as you fuck. He lets you take the lead, sliding his hands down to your legs, then your boots. He sighs, "Ohh, baby," as you ride him.

“Yeah,” you breathe, feeling sharply on the edge already, with his cock inside you and the ghost of it pressed up against you through those pants. 

“Ohh, fuck,” he pants, “yeah.” His flesh fills yours so perfectly, stretching you around him. Your body wetly hugs his length as he smoothly thrusts up into you. He growls into your neck, “I can't get enough’a ya.” You card your fingers through his hair. 

“God you feel good,” you gush. “So fucking good. He’s kissing your neck wet and sloppy now. You both breathe audibly. "God, I love this cock," you pant. Your breath is shallow with your pending peak. You grind against him, then let it overtake you. “Fuck,” you breathe as your walls flutter around him. 

He groans as you come on his cock.  As you finish your peak, he’s clearly holding back. You look down at his inked torso glistening. 

You both watch where your bodies meet, and you tell him, “i want you to come.”

“c'mere” he takes your jaw in one hand, and brings your lips back to his. He holds you tight, kissing you for a few thrusts, then his lips fall apart to moan and breathe vocally as he fucks you.

He pulses inside, pinching his eyes shut. He groans into your cheek, and you finger his curls as he pumps you full. Then you relax into his arms.

-

You share a long moment without words, and he holds your head. Then he uses his chest to push you slightly off him. He looks you in the eyes, then does a double take down to your tits and dips his head to kiss one before returning his attention to your face. 

You're still on his cock, and the stretch persists even as he slowly softens.

He looks back and forth between your eyes and blurts out, “you should move in.” 

You laugh in shock. 

“‘m’serious, baby,” he says with a smile. You bite away another laugh and his smile fades. He whispers, “Dead serious.”

He pulls you in for a kiss, then breaks away to await your answer. 

You haven't thought about it, really. Not yet, anyway. But it doesn't feel out of the question. You glance over to Mabel’s chair. 

“She knows,” he assures you. It doesn't make a difference right now, but you pray she'll get paroled sooner rather than later. 

“Just think about it,” he offers. 

You nod and bite your lip, running your hand through his hair affectionately, still plugged by his cock. "Tempting," you smile.

“I'm a lucky man either way,” he says.

Your face heats up, and you reflexively lighten the conversation. “Why’d ya cuff me if ya wanted me on top,” you laugh.

“Hell if I know what I want,” he admits. He kisses your neck then murmurs, “Just want ya every which way all the time.”

thank you for reading, and thank you for your support. love you guys <333. my tag list is gone for real this time, sorry. I'm also on a break from writing & reading but had this in my drafts.

[lowkeyremi]

LITTLE THINGS HE DOES atsumu x fem!reader

note: my tsumu fever is coming back jeez

content: fluff, established relationship, hcs + drabbles (divider)

Boyfriend!Atsumu who feels like he's coming on too strong in the beginning of your relationship.

"Shit, 'Samu. I don't know what to do, I wanna ask her to stay the night but that might be too much, right?" Osamu, who has heard his brother complain a million times just sighs, "Just ask her ya bonehead. Ya'll never know unless ya ask." Atsumu groans, throwing a tantrum in his apartment because he's unsure of what to do.

Boyfriend!Atsumu would pretend he didn't know you in public to save himself from being teased by others. (it's what he did in his last couple of relationships)

"Hey, 'Tsumu. We still on for dinner at your brother's?" You'd ask, looking super pretty in that hoodie he bought for you. "What..? Do I er- know ya?" His friends all start laughing, which was embarrassing to say the least. When he called you to apologize you blew him off with, "Do I know you?" (Dw! he never did that again. It might've been alright with his past gfs but not with you.)

Boyfriend!Atsumu who absolutely LOVES buying you stuff. There doesn't have to be a reason, he just likes spending his money on you.

Your legs were in his lap while he unconsciously massaged your feet. You're working on a paper that's due in a few days and Atsumu out of boredom watches you type whatever you're talking about in your paper. He thinks it's cute, everything you do is cute.

"How long have you had that thing for?" It takes you a second to realize he's talking about the laptop you saved up to buy for yourself, senior year of high school.

"Hmm, I've had it since senior year of high school so maybe 3 or 4 years?" He hums in delight at your response, "Let me buy ya a new one baby, it'll be better than that old thing."

"A four year computer is fairly young and I worked hard to buy this one! Don't shame my baby." It's adorable how offended you get unintentionally. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee."

Two days later your friend is commenting on your new laptop during a lecture.

Boyfriend!Atsumu steals kisses ALL the time. He loves you so so so much! If you say no to kisses he'll get one anyway.

Atsumu's hands are wrapped around your waist, his front meets your back. "Atsu, I already told you when I finish cooking you can kiss me all you want. I don't want either of us to get hurt." Did I mention you're cutting up veggies?

A guttural whine leaves his throat. You can feel the vibrations of it on your back. "Atsumu."

Before you can even process what happens, Atsumu quickly pecks your cheek. It's not your lips like he wanted but it will do for now.

Boyfriend!Atsumu who loves talking about how big and strong he is (to make you swoon of course).

"Hey babe, just got back from the gym, notice anything different?" Nothing particularly looks different about him, but you risk him pouting if you say the wrong thing.

"I don't know, Tsum Tsum. Tell me." His frown is almost immediate. He looks like a kicked puppy and honestly you don't feel too bad. He's likely exaggerating as per usual.

"I worked on my legs today for ya. Know you love my thighs." His thighs look the exact same as they had when he left for the gym but you don't tell him that because he'd get whiny.

"Look at you, gosh you're built." Hopefully it doesn't sound too fake and he buys it.

"Ya think so?" He says with a chuckle. Checkmate.

Boyfriend!Atsumu who steals your t-shirts and underwear because "ya steal my stuff why can't i steal yers?" and "it's for me to smell when i miss ya."

"Atsumu.. where is my favorite t-shirt!?" Your favorite (singer/band) is doing a meet and greet today and you wanted to show your love by wearing their merch, which you can't seem to find.

"I dunno baby, s'probably at my place. S'the one ya wear all the time so it smells like ya the most." He shrugs as if this were not that big of a deal.

"Tsumu! Go get it!!! I'm going to that meet and greet I was telling you about today!"

Husband!Atsumu who LOVES to tell people how you two got married.

"Yeah, and I got down on one knee for her and she was like 'Tsumu is this a prank?' she was leanin' back too far into the fountain she was sittin' on and fell in!" Bokuto absolutely looses his shit. He doubled over laughing, alongside Hinata.

"It's not that funny." You grumble, sitting next to Atsumu's best friend teammate, Sakusa.

"He tells that story to those two anytime he gets the chance too. I'm surprised they still find it funny after the 1 millionth time hearing it." Sakusa agrees, his arms folded up and his eyebrows furrowed. You're sure he's scowling under the mask.

"Yeah, welp. That's my husband I suppose."

"He sure is." Sakusa implies the way Atsumu is always talking about you.

"Well my wife.."

"Let me see if my wife wants to come."

"I'm heading home! Gotta go see my wife!"

"Now if it were me and my wife.."

(WE GET IT YOU LOVE HER!!!!!)

note: just a little something to feed y'all until i finish my gojo project. love you guys XOXO (XO until we OD)