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Rose,
happy halloween! I love your art and I'm glad we're moots. dropping some lindts in your inbox!
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You have always been the sweetest. Happy Halloween and hope all is well đ
#4thbrighteststar#I still log on every so often#thinking of you all always#this was such a nice surprise#rose asks
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hello there! i know that this account is inactive, however i still wanted to message you on the off-chance that you might see it. as a fanfic writer myself i know and understand the stress and pressure of gaining any semblance of a following. i also know how good it feels to know that people love and care for any of my work. i vividly remember reading âthe cultistâ for the first time. i had to be up for work at eight in the morning and was irresponsible enough to pull an all-nighter in order to finish it all in one sitting. i recommend the fic to people who arenât even in the fandom simply because itâs so wonderful. i have read fanfiction for over fifteen years at this point, and never- not ONCE- have i adored a fic quite so much. i have re-read it at least thirty times over the last three years (i think i might have a problem). your writing style is absolutely unmatched and if you were to ever publish a book of your own please know that i would be first in line for a signing! despite the fact that you donât know me personally, your fic has offered me solace in times of great emotional stress and major life changes. in turn, YOU have been there for me during these times as well. thank you for being an amazing writer. thank you for being brave enough to put your work out there. thank you for being kind to yourself and knowing when to step away from this blog/fandom. thank you- from the bottom of my heart- thank you. youâre awesome :)
hi there, love!
i've read and re-read this message a few times now, and i still don't think anything i could say in words would communicate how it made me feel. but it made me feel a lot.
the fact you still think of it, re-read it, circle back to it, recommend it - that is truly special to hear, and i'm so, so thrilled to know it stayed with you. i'm even more affected by the fact it was with you during hard times (i wrote it during my own hard times, so it was there for both of us!). i'm rooting for you, and i hope those times have passed for you.
maybe one day (because i never say never), i'll return to it. but for now, i'm just so glad that it found its way to you, and anyone else who enjoyed it.
as for my own book - maybe one day! đ€
thank you so, so much for your kind words and for the support. it genuinely means the world. even though i'm not active here anymore, i'll always be connected to those stories - especially the cultist - and to the people i met here along the way.
above all else, thank you for everything!
i think i'll come back to this message quite a bit. thank you đ€ x
#i still log on every so often#but u guys can follow me on glassgauze if u want i am always there <3#ask
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//Slowly chipping at some worldbuilding stuff and considering the idea of a town nearby the town Motor City is in.
#backup log {ooc}#//the town is just as unaware of the stuff going on in motor city as the town it's in by the way#//thinking of naming it paradise falls or something like that#//very much in the sense of a town with a name that gives off the impression that nothing bad ever happens there and it's unaware-#//-of the horrors going on the next town over#//very ironically named town in a horror movie? idk my brain's still getting into gear so i apologize if this doesn't make sense#//lambda popping over there just to look around every so often and freaking the fuck out of everyone because HEY HE LOOKS WEIRD#//he thinks it's a little funny though like no he's just there to see if the good scented candles he only seems to find there are still-#//- around lmao
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idk i feel like so much discourse could be easily minimized if people learned to say "i think" instead of "it is"
#like âi think this is a bad gameâ is way less abrasive/aggressive than âthis is a bad gameâ#do u know where im going w this like#it's literally 2 extra words and it could avoid like 99% of confrontation#ofc there would still be people who are like âomg how can u hate smth i like ur trashâ but idk i feel like so much of this discourse u see#on twt especially#is like ? just people being deliberately aggressive abt stuff they dont like to antagonise others and then going âits just my opinionâ#and it's hard to read tone online so it's often hard for me (and im sure for others ?? idk actually) to read whether or not sm1 is being#like. just sharing what they think vs them trying to bait out people who will defend smth they like#idk ive been trying to find ffxiv people to follow bc getting back into the game and finally being confident in my art to draw for it also#has me looking for ppl to follow but i wanna avoid the big livetweet first time experiencers and unfortunately that leaves#a lot of people who are afraid of dawntrail/unhappy with the current patch quests#of which i am neither and i also dont want to log on to the internet every day just to see ppl shitting on things u know ?#and i have seen a LOT of like#'x sucked' and 'fandom lacks critical reading skills' and whatnot#but then u see what theyre talking abt and all theyre doing is shitting on the game itself or going 'x expansion was mid'#like . if u stopped phrasing ur opinions as objective fact i feel like maybe ud avoid half those arguments id k???#just words#SORRY im talkative today the truth is i worked on a drawing veyr hard and i do not have the strength to colour it but it will not look good#without colour and i feel like i cant move on without it so i went and replayed shadowbringers instead and cried a lot#and now i have lots of icarus feelings again#WOW loiok at me writing an essay out here i overshare so much im sorry
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I learned what a bullet journal was by watching a few YouTube artists set theirs up and my algorithm spiraled out of control from there so I guess I have all the bujo influencers to thank for getting into it because it has been a godsend so far on my third attempt, but damn if the over emphasis on aesthetic over the actual practical organizational aspect of it doesn't rankle me a bit
[thirty rambling tags later] huh. I didn't know there was a thirty tag limit in all the years I've been on tumblr. Whatevs I can't copy paste the tags onto the main body because I'm on mobile and I don't want to write it out again so I'll just summarize the last bit here:
If you are browsing the bujo tag because you feel bullet journaling will help you but you feel intimated because you don't think you can make it look pretty, or that the bullet journal method could never help you because it looks exhausting or the inspo you see doesn't cover what you need, I am pleading with you to ignore all the pretty inspiration, take the most common and even original Ryder Carroll formats and spreads with a grain of salt and eliminate or change them as needed, and talk to people who have similar needs than you even if they don't bujo and suss out what's important to keep track of. My bujo is eighty percent important medical bullshit, because that's what I need more than a book tracker. You prolly have your own unique needs. And hell, if you want a book tracker then add a booktracker. It's your bujo to format and plan out.
So like if you want to start bullet journaling, go to Michaels and get a seven dollar Artist's Loft dot grid journal. Or a binder you have left over from school years past and print out your own dot grid paper if you have enough ink and paper and printer that can do double sided (Kevin McLeod's site I forget the name of has free adjustable dot and other grids I've used), or buy a pack of 8.5x11 dot grid paper, and grab a crappy hole punch that just barely does the job. Get yourself a nice pen you think looks and feels nice in your hand and on the paperâor if that doesn't matter to you go get pack of Bics or even pencil if that's what you prefer (I use a pencil for things I can't have be permanent, like temporary meds or the dates of yearly vaccines). If you're twitchy about messing up then get the cheapest wite out they have (but don't worry about messing up especially if you're not even showing it off to anybody). A cheap yellow highlighter if you think it'll help. And a ruler if straight lines are important to you. I lost mine so I just wobble my lines now I don't care (and it's marginally easier to get a line adjacent to straight with a dot grid)
Anyway. If you want to bullet journal but don't know where to start or how to make it pretty or how to make it work for your needs, just try it in the cheapest way possible and rearrange the guts of the bujo as you see fit. And don't worry about the optics as long as you can make sense of your methods and writing.
(and for the love of God if you're bipolar don't make an hourly mood tracker yes our moods can and will fluctuate throughout the day but goddamn was that a bitch to log and abandoned a few weeks after inking it out)
#i see this with in regular journaling/diary circles too#people saying 'i want to start a bujo/diary but I'm not good enough at art âčïž'#like more power to you if you can make it pretty but it shouldn't be the primary emphasis especially with how useful it is#(it's especially depressing with just regular diaries and journals because like. you're under no obligation to share that shit with anybody)#I'm on my third bujo attempt because i got overwhelmed with my first two because i didn't know how to customize it with me and my needs#the most i got about symptom tracking was like a weekly layout checking off if the criteria was hit#and mood tracking was like daily smiley or frowny face in the corner#like my siblings in planning that is not enough for my chronically ill bipolar ass lol#i went way overboard my first attempt with just mood tracking. i planned it out HOURLY. every week#and that got overwhelmingly tedious and i use overwhelmingly deliberately. so i just stopped mood tracking#and then the whole thing got overwhelming so i stopped it entirely#gave it another shot because my method of scheduling things and symptom tracking was to write appointments and symptoms on post its#and pray they didn't fall off and i could remember where i even put them#and i see a lot of doctors so that was a LOT post its to keep track of#so i did another bujo but had the same problem as lack of resources and inspo and how to make it work for my needs#plus future logs were hard to parse AND i often felt too tired to lay out a new month or two every time#so like there were just whole months and the symptoms and appointments within just missing and i might as well not even have a bujo#so i stopped that one too#FINALLY after a little bit more watching Ryder Carroll and looking at prefab medical planners that were still woefully inadequate#AND MORE IMPORTANTLY talking to my fellow chronically ill. mentally ill. disabled. or all three. friends on what i should jot down#i finally got a system that worked for me thus far#i got rid of even staples like future logs and just laid out a monthly calendar format because that was easier FOR ME#and i laid out the year in advance so i could still have the scheduling part of i was too tired to do entire layouts at the beginning of the#month#my mood tracker was merged with my symptom tracker and turned into a symptoms *list*#with a section for every specialist i see. mood stuff just went under psych/therapist#also i switched to a binder format instead of a bound book for even more flexibility#i can easily remove things i no longer need. i can rearrange what goes in what section. i can easily add more to a section before the next#bujo#bullet journal
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I am once again losing my mind over this fucking card
#gossan is such a good artist it isn't FAIR#so glad that I own this card dkqjishw#I keep it at my desk <3#data log: personal#punk king of spikemuth#slowly coming back to life from earlier still doin kinda rocky and might not be too social but#I still have to scream about piers every so often or I will just get so sad /j
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trying to use tumblr on my ipad: a moodboard
#ft. both the app and browser versions#in other news the browser version just completely stopped working for me (itâs not loading any pictures and i cant click anything..)#*the browser version stopped working on Yet Another of my devices#i so hope itâs temporary bc using the app is still insufferable#i mean its nice to be able to see videos on my dash again#and to be able to click open the notes without the post just disappearing#(thats been A Problem especially since the notes-are-already-open-in-dashview-blog-when-clicking-a-post update bc So Many prople dont have#an actual blog page anymore) but gggod iâd still gladly take the browser over the app (no polls! ads!) anyday pleass start working again#i say#tumblr#not even pictured: âtoistuva ongelma verkkosivulla https://www.tumblr.com/dashboardâ#or the way it pretends to log me out every time the page refreshes itself (which is often)
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HI HELLO I'M BACK THE SEMESTER DIDN'T KILL ME!!!!!!
I'm expecting crazy life lore updates in the comments as I work through my many notifications that I've been ignoring!!!!
#for those wondering#yes i still like the onceler#entomology was fun#life is good!!!!#and i've missed you all so much#tumblr is my favorite social media#every so often i'd log in while in a study room that has walls completely made of glass on two sides#and then i'd scroll for about .5 seconds before immediately remembering that i was in a public space#it probably seems crazy that i just. gave up going on tumblr because school but alas it's who i am#also i dunno why but tumblr screams summer to me????#going on tumblr in the winter just seems wrong#but like. i have friends on here now!!!!#so i'm back to check in and i WILL actually go through my notifications and give replies and all that because I'M ON BREAK NOW BABEYYYY#I CAN FINALLY CATCH UP ON THE REST OF THE STUFF GOING ON IN MY LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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éé and é»è are so precious đ„°đ„°đ„° After literally decades they still inspired mushy feelings đ„čđ„čđ„č
HR had an eye for the gem-in-the-rough and a wise understanding of what made someone âgoodâ, which GJ had in spades. GJ also knew a treasure when he was made to realize it đ Perfect combination âïžâšâșïž
Edited after the second episode (2024, June 20th): Oh, oh, they really went the flashbacks route âšâïž
(The way they shortened and summarized the significant parts of the story were quite good, I thought, if quite a bit were lost along the way). Well done đđœ
#legend of the condor heroes 2024#ć°é”°è±éćł#éćșžæŠäŸ äžç#éćșž#Jin Yong#Louis Cha#favourite story of all time#éé&é»è truly the epic OTP of all time#love them so much#đ„čđ„°đđ€©â€ïžâđ„#each and every adaptation the feels are still the same whenever they are together#I love the care they gave their first meeting in this adaptation too#é»è is so smart đđ„°đ„č#glomming on the first man who treated her well#but truly she was treated very well#and it has always tickled my fancy that she chose a man diametrically different from her father đđ#she also knows GJ is not the smartest log in the woods#GJ is the quintessential embodiment of - sexist - the idea that âbehind every successful man is a womanâ#and no joke since more than 80% of his opportunities came from HR and her strategies#the great thing is sexist or not GJ has always attributed his success to HR#but HR is also an exemplary leader in her own right#but I wonder whether this adaptation will do flashbacks#since they did not include a number of significant chronological events#or they expect most of their viewers to know what is what đ
đ#but interesting way of summarizing some of the events in the show in short scenes so far#all those sandstorms as backdrop for the beginning sequences is quite okay for me#the opening is also okay though that âboomâ at the end reminded me of something else#still excited for this though I expect to use the skip function often đ#not because of the show or any lack#gearing up to be a good adaptation so far âšâïž
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School Gymnastics: A Tragicomedy
So one day when we were in third grade, our P.E. teacher divided us into girls and boys. (I donât remember what the boys had to do. Wrestling? Tackle football? I donât know, probably not at age nine, but thatâs not the point. Gladiatorial combat? I still donât really understand kidsâ sports.)
What matters for this story is that all the girls had to do gymnastics. Nowâand I suspect this wonât surprise you if you know literally anything about meâI was always terrible at any form of school athletics. I am intensely, almost impressively uncoordinated. This doesnât affect my life much at 36, but it was often a miserable way to be a kid. The only playground game I liked was playing pretend, because when you are playing pretend, you donât have a bunch of people ostensibly on your side screaming in your ear, âPretend faster! Pretend over there! Pretend with greater accuracy!â
Anyway, gymnastics and my clumsy, doughy little body. I couldnât do a cartwheel. I couldnât do a backwards somersault. I couldn't do any of it. We had an entire unit on this business and I literally did not learn how to even safely attempt a single move besides the log roll (lie flat and roll sideways on your belly). In retrospect, this seems like maybe it was in part a teaching problem, not a me problem, but thatâs actually not the point either.
The point is, at the end of the unit, we were told to divide ourselves into little teams and choreograph a group gymnastics routine. My group, faced with my long list of limitations (more limitation than girl, really) decide my role will be to just forwards-somersault around the rest of the group as they do their moves. (This is itself kind of embarrassing but trust me, it is but the appetizer.) My friend Ashley has the Lion King soundtrack and we all agree that it is a great choice. The movie has only come out a couple of years earlier, and it of course features some funny, peppy options. 'Hakuna Matata'? 'I Just Can't Wait to Be King'? It's all coming together.
Carried on a wave of youthful enthusiasm, none of us even think to double-check which track Ashley has picked. Foreshadowing!
So the day of the performance comes. Another group goes right before us. They had picked âWannabeâ by the Spice Girls, which was a huge hit at the time. I mean, it still is because itâs a classic, but then it was big and new. They step onto the mat and immediately begin to do choreographed dance moves, which they have worked into their routine. We had not thought of this. Oops. Dance moves, of course! So they incorporate the necessary gymnastics, it goes over really well, the energy is high, and now itâs my groupâs turn.
I take my place at the edge of the mat, the mat we are required to stay on for the length of the piece. Ashley cues up the track sheâd chosen.
A song starts up. Instantly, I recognize it from the movie. It is the very slow instrumental music that plays when Simba realizes his dad is dead.
âWell, this is not optimal,â I think. I've been on this planet for nine years; I can see that much. But itâs too late to change the track, and so I tell myself, âItâs okay. Iâm a performer. I can sell this.â I put on an extremely solemn face and begin to execute a series of the worldâs saddest somersaults.
Friends, when I say âsadâ I mean it, in every possible sense of the word. Picture a nine year old with the gravest possible affect, determinedly doing somersaults to the slowest, most serious music she can imagine, in a careful ring around her friends who have actually learned any gymnastics whatsoever. Okay, now as the music starts to pick up and get more hopeful, imagine she gets real dizzy and in front of everyone, she rolls all the way directly off the mat, careening dangerously towards the assembled students.
Somehow, I roll myself back onto the mat, we survive what feels like hours of humiliation, we stagger away, and I blessedly avoid adding âpuking my guts out in front of all of my peersâ to my very short list of gymnastics tricks.
Later, I asked Ashley what in the world possessed her to choose that song.
âIt didnât have any words,â she said.
(There was absolutely no rule against using songs that had lyrics.)
Anyway, thatâs why being an adult is better than being a kid.
I may have to do laundry and make my own dinner and wrestle with more complex existential angst, but you know what I havenât been asked to do in like 26 years? Somersault for three minutes straight to the musical shorthand for âthis cartoon lion cub has no choice but to process the weight of unimaginable grief for his dead dad.â And you know what? If I live another 50 years, I can be pretty confident nobody will ask me to do it then, either.
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Happy late 4 year anniversary Ty Momm! I'm just 2 months late to it. I still have him in game. I never did anything with him. He has been greeting me every morning as I log in for dailies for 4 whole years. Wow!
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Got my kuva lich and
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when mom says itâs your turn on the xbox
#can you believe this guy#he's been with me for 4 whole years now#i stopped actively playing for several years#but i still logged in for daily rewards every day#so i often saw him saying his lines#i can't believe it's been that long
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Pairing; Dark!Rafe Cameron x Innocent!Reader
Warnings; CNC!!!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. smut, extremely dark themes, unprotected sex, public sex, choking, drugging? (rafe manipulates reader into snorting a line) degrading terms (slut, whore) loss of virginity, tiny bit of blood, breeding kink, size difference, daddy kink, dumbification, dacryphillia, no aftercare!! i think thats it? Minors please DNI!!!!!
Summary; Based on x.
authors note; i really thought about never finishing this because i just havenât had the motivation or wanted to write in quite a while. but iâve been neglecting you guys! so i tried my best to finish it, however i literally hate this fic so much so please donât come at me bc i know its shitđ its around like 1.3k words so⊠take it or leave it ig.
âHey, so uh, you come here often?â The boy says, rubbing his nose with his right finger while motioning with his beer filled hand to the party further down the beach.
Your friend had dragged you to one of the weekend bonfires at the beach, kooks only of course. Which is exactly what you were, a sheltered, spoilt, kook. Right down to the core.
Your family had given you everything you ever wanted growing up, paying for homeschooling from the best private tutor on the island, buying you whatever the new pair of heels on the market was, but that never deterred your sweet heart.
You werenât a prude and even though you were, you didnât act spoilt, you appreciated everything your family did for you. You didnât have many friends considering the private life you lived. Your best friend was your neighbour, both of you having grown up together, your father and hers both being in the same business really tied the strings in your friendship.
She was quite the opposite of you, partying every weekend, hanging out with boys and drinking to the point she was incapable of walking. Long story short, she had begged you to come, a promise of a sleepover and movie night afterwards.
Except that wasnât the case. Within 15 minutes she had found a new man to latch onto, leaving you sitting by yourself on a wooden log infront of a small campfire someone mustâve ditched.
You looked up, a tall muscular boy with a backwards cap staring down at you, his pretty blues lighting up in the reflection of the fire. You didnât answer him, being too caught up in the flare of his strong presence. His aura was engulfing, your body instantly being drawn to him.
You didnât know it of course, but Rafe did.
One look at your pretty face and the sweet scent of your purity and he just knew he had to have it. A smirk appeared on the boys face as he took a seat on the log next to you, his eyes never leaving your own.
âGonnaâ answer me, sweetheart?â
âUhm, n-no not really, itâs my first. My friends around here somewhere⊠not sure where she went.â You murmured.
Rafes smirk widened, how blessed he was to have stumbled upon a sweet, innocent, little bunny like you.
âSâokay. I can keep you company. Nameâs Rafe.â
The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a little white baggie filled with a powdery substance. Noticing your stare he asks âYou want some?â
âWhat is that stuff?â you mumble, knitting your eyebrows together in confusion.
âThis shits the good stuff, sâ like powdered sugar. Gets you feelinâ real good, one line of this and youâll feel on top of the world, sweetheart.â he smirks moving closer to the point your knees touch, yet his eyes still donât leave your own.
âCâmere, lay back a little.â and do you do.
Without question.
Which of course stirs Rafeâs dominant instinct, he just cant stop thinking about shoving you onto your knees and fucking your throat til you choke on his fat cock.
But heâll save that for later.
Rafe proceeds to pour a little powder onto your chest, sitting perfectly above your perky tits. He then reaches into his pocket and picks out a bank card, then using it to create a smooth line on your chest.
He moves in. Snorting the line right off your tits. A tingly feeling appeared in between your thighs. The sensation of his hot breath on your chest making your own increase.
He leans back and looks towards the sky, his curtains framing his face as he does so, lifting a finger and closing a nostril he sniffs deeply, sighing in relief afterwards. âSee, easy as that. Your turn, beautiful.â
âMâkayâ you shrug.
Hook. Line. Sinker.
Rafe shifts on the log, lying down on his back and spreading his lets wide. He repeats the process on his abs, pouring the coke, creating the line and then ushering you forwards.
âRemember. All you gottaâ do is cover one of your nostrils, and use the other to sniff it right up. You got that?â
âMhmâ You nod excitedly.
âAh ah ah. Use your words.â
âYes Rafe. I got it.â You whisper, your pretty doe eyes staring up at him.
âGood girl.â He groans as you begin to snort the coke from his abs. His cock is painfully hard which obviously you didnât notice, his pre cum leaking from his swollen tip, desperate to have your soppy cunt wrapped around it.
Within 5 minutes the drugs had hit you.
Your head was spinning and your control of your own body wavy, your movements restricted.
âI-i feel kinda fuzzy. Donât like itâŠthink iâm gonnaâ go home now.â Rafe debates begging you to stay, but a better plan crosses his mind.
An eery smirk appears across his handsome features. âHow about i walk you, sâ not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out in the dark all by yourself.â
The second youâre out of sight from the beach a hand wraps around your mouth, Rafeâs body pressing your own against a tall tree, blocking any escape. Your eyes go wide in fear, tears beginning to well up as you attempt to scream.
Your tears should make him irritated, angry even. But it doesnât. It only turns him on more. His dick growing harder by the second.
âShut the fuck up or i-i swear to god iâll slit your throat. Canât believe you kept this innocent act up. I can practically smell how soaked you are you fuckinâ slut.â
Before you can even think of screaming youâre cut off by your own wail as Rafeâs cock disappears between your folds. He bottoms out in one harsh thrust, your legs become slack as he grips your hips, holding you upright on his length.
âSo fuckinâ tight. Gonnaâ fuck you so good youâll forget your own god damn name.â He growls.
The sound of clapping skin begins to echo, the skin of your ass turning raw due to his brutal thrusts. The tears donât stop, only beginning to mix with the drool and sweat leaking down your face. Your wails and whimpers turn to moans as your cunt soaks his length.
Rafe knew you were perfect, thatâs why he picked you. But this just proved him right.
âFuckkk. You like that? Who knew youâd be such a dirty whore fâ me.â He chuckles, throwing his head back in ecstasy, yet his thrusts donât slow. His pace almost animalistic.
The sensation of your pussy clenching tells Rafe what he wanted to know.
Rafe lets out a loud groan. âJesus. Youâre gonnaâ fuckinâ cum arenât you? Getting off on your rapists cock. Ask me. Ask daddy if you can cum.â
His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly as your eyes roll to the back of your head.
âPlease can i cum daddy? I need it s-so bad.â You whine, shifting your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on his shaft, your back still pinned against the tree.
âCum. Cum for daddy. Holy shitttt, pussys grippinâ me like a fuckinâ vice.â
Your cream coats his cock as you scream, biting your lip harshly to try and muffle your pleasure.
âWouldnât be surprised if the whole beach heard that from here you dumb slut.â He groans, lifting a hand to fist your hair, tugging harshly.
His thick cock continues to pummel your insides, your pussy throbbing as he fucks you through your high.
As Rafe looks down he notices a glint of red at the base of his shaft. The sight of your cream and blood alone brings him closer to the edge.
âGonnaâ cum in this pretty cunt, canât wait to fill you up, baby. Daddyâs gonnaâ cum.â
His release is met with a loud growl, his balls throbbing as his load fills you, thick ropes of his hot cum shoot into your pussy.
âThatâs ittttt. fuck. Taking my cum like such a good girl.â
Rafe is slow to pull out, inching you off his cock as he pants trying to catch his breath. His hold however never leaves you, ensuring you donât fall due to the brutal fucking you just received.
His attention is grabbed at the sound of your sobs, his thumb swiping over your cheek and collecting your tears. His pretty blues stare into your own, almost waiting for you to run.
But you donât.
âShh Shh Shh. No more tears. Daddyâs gonnaâ take care of you from now on.â
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Loved your dating hc's!!! They all felt really convincing and in character đđ How do you think the pt (preferably chrollo, uvo, phinks and feitan if thats too many) sleep next to u?? are they cuddlers, kickers, white noise users, midnight bathroom breakers, snorers or whatever else?
Ahhh glad to hear it!! Iâve only really wrote a lot about Chrollo so I was worried the others were OOC-
Iâve only really been thinking of writing for Chrollo, Feitan, Phinks, Shalnark, Machi and Paku but given as you asked for Uvo Iâll add another onto that list! (Small spoiler warning: I love the troupe, but theyâre all messy sleepers and I wonât be convinced otherwise!)
Chrollo
He definitely has a night mask, incense and all that to help him doze off. Chrollo is a chronic suffer of predormitional insomnia: his mind runs a million a minute, man is NOT used to sleeping a healthy 8hrs.
You can guarantee if Chrollo falls asleep before you (a very rare event) youâll find him stiff as a log. He falls asleep in whatever position heâs in and will stay there until he wakes up. Honestly, itâs a wonder he isnât ridden with all sorts of issues (get him a chiropractor one day.)
On the other 364 days a year when he falls asleep after you, well arenât you just the perfect little teddy bear! His arms are always wrapped around you tightly.
If you happen to be a light sleeper? Youâll definitely wake up in the middle of the night to his face buried into the crook of your neck; fingers tapping away at your abdomen as his breathing settles, the smell of lavender drowning out any other senses. So definitely a cuddler. (I will die on this hill)
Sometimes he might even pepper your neck with kisses if he notices youâre awake.
If youâre a heavier sleeper? You better get used to waking up in the morning under a vice like grip, a mat of black hair brushing against your cheek and -whether heâs awake or not- youâre not getting out of it
Big spooner, you could be twice the height of him and heâd still demand it.
Not much of a snorer, maybe the few light hitches here and there but overall heâs sound asleep.
Most nights when Chrollo canât sleep, heâll sit up with a book in one hand and his other arm wrapped around your sleeping form. Sometimes heâll doze off and sometimes heâll only be brought away from his book by your stirring.
On particularly bad nights, where his insomnia truly flairs up, youâll have to listen to a plethora of podcasts or âsoothing soundsâ for him to actually sleep. And yes, youâll have to listen to them. Thereâs something innately intimate about having you indulge him in his interests: makes it far easier to sleep.
Feitan
You cannot tell if this man is awake or asleep 9/10.
âYou sleep. I watch.â Kind of deal, he has many things to preoccupy himself with: like watching you! (In a: âsomeone takes even one step in this general direction, youâll have a lullaby of screaming to doze off toâ kind of way)
Itâs not that he canât sleep, itâs that he doesnât want to. Feitan sees sleep as a waste of time, it bleeds days into days and he could be spending that time well, instead of sleeping.
Everytime he wakes up he mentally kicks himself for having made such a waste of time
Thatâs where you come in! Hope youâre willing to have a human sized cat latched onto you every single night! Big spoon, little spoon, doesnât matter to him: youâll wind up with him clinging onto you for dear life regardless.
Despite this fact however, youâll never know the plethora of times he wakes up in the middle of the night, painstakingly, detaches himself from you and paces around the room feverishly. Muttering about who knows what, head flicking to every angle at even the minutest of sounds. Feitan doesnât like not being alert: loathes it, so this is his way to regulate the nerves that rest often brings.
Feitan is a very light sleeper, any slight movement may set him off and cause him to completely switch back on (sleep maintenance insomnia hits him hard).
He doesnât strike me as a snorer but definitely isnât quiet, sounds like a Guinea pig sometimes. A total teeth chatterer. Seriously, youâll wake up and hear a light âTch Tch Tchâ from wherever the hell heâs grabbing onto you tonight.
Will not ever wake up in the same position he falls asleep in (not that youâll ever know that fact, heâs always looking over you long before youâre awake.)
Trust me: youâll know if Feitan has a bad dream. His claws (yes claws) will be digging into you, his hold on you tightening with a particularly sharp âhissâ of his teeth.
Likelihood is: his sleeping patterns will leave more marks on you than any other activities ever will. But, donât worry! It shows he cares (I think?).
Phinks
Kicker, oh he is a real kicker.
Youâll wind up waking up off the bed more times than you will on it.
On and off cuddler, thereâs very few times that youâll fall asleep cuddling but by god is it a wild guess as to whether youâll wake up doing so.
Phinks will fall asleep with his back towards you, teetering off the edge of the bed. And, In the matter of minutes can have one leg half way across the bed, the other swung over the edge, left hand across his face, right on his chest, mouth slack and whole body at a 45* angle.
Other times, youâll find a knee digging into your back as heâs (very awkwardly) cuddling you from behind.
Surprising the masses (not): he snores. Has a whole box of nose strips to stop this.
Despite all of these, interesting, idiosyncrasies. The few times you fall asleep cuddling: heâs an entirely different sleeper. Itâs like he takes a page out of Chrolloâs book and doesnât move an inch (aside from rolling, heâs a total roller).
The snoring wonât stop though.
Doesnât need anything to help him sleep, his head hits the pillow and heâs out like a light. Real heavy sleeper as well, you could roll him off the bed with an almighty thud and heâd still be sound sleep. Itâs actually fairly endearing.
Will sleep for 6 hours, wake up for 1, roll around for a bit, settle down and then sleep for another 2.
Best pray youâre a heavy sleeper: thatâs all the advice I can give you.
Honestly? Itâs like sleeping next to a bear, vaguely adorable as much as it has you fearing for you life (and place on the bed).
Uvogin
If Phinks is like sleeping next to a bear, Uvo is a bear hug.
Youâll find your place settled neatly against his chest, as if heâs one of those comically large backpacks (like Johnnyâs from Hotel Transylvania). Donât worry about anything, truly, youâll be snug as a bug in a hug.
Surprisingly, not a snorer (when sober at least). Often needs noises to fall asleep to though. If thereâs not calamity afoot then Uvo tends to get angsty; you may have to deal with the occasional outburst.
So, you often have loud games or shows blaring in the background as he rests his chin on your head. Uvo doesnât fall asleep easily, meaning thereâs very few times that you can turn the noise off before you head to sleep yourself. You best get used to sleeping to the volume of a rock concert! (with his constant screeching he blew his own ear drums)
Invest in earbuds of some kind, itâll help the both of you.
The LOUDEST snorer when drunk. I mean LOUDEST. Cotton buds line your bathroom cupboards for whenever he drinks, youâll have to pick out bits of cotton on particularly bad nights.
Absolute hoarder. Whether it be you, a pillow, the duvet, heâll have it and he isnât letting it go. Itâs honestly quite comforting, his presence isnât exactly small, so with this hoarding comes a sense of security.
Heâs surprisingly gentle as well, it doesnât feel infantilising, more like youâre something from a heist that he doesnât want to break.
Can fall asleep anywhere thereâs noise. Itâs a skill, youâll find him contorted in a corner just so long as the TVâs humming in the background. Donât think of moving him, you wonât.
Probably takes a good few trips to the loo during the night. Which, unfortunately for you, given your nightly position: leads to you being woken up every time he does.
Shalnark
Not a fan of cuddles, like at all. Shalnark is quite the squisher when youâre both up and about or even just lounging on the covers, but when it comes to sleeping? Heâll do it, sure, but he wonât be too thrilled most nights. Thereâs the odd time that heâll be uncharacteristically for the idea, pulling you close and running off a mile a minute! He doesnât tend to actually sleep those nights, more ramble on like youâre at some two person sleepover; the sentimentâs there nonetheless.
Despite this fact, heâs very specific with having at least something pressed up against his back -little spooner- and will get agitated if this requirement isnât met.
Podcasts, lots of podcasts. Shalnark has about ten to twenty playlists that heâll be sat scrolling through: trying to find the one he wants to sleep to. Youâll never be privy to these of course, he tends to keep a pair of headphones shoved in some drawer.
Oftentimes, before even attempting to sleep, heâll be scrolling through some forum or busy doing: something. Though, for some reason you donât remember any of his chronic scrollingâŠ
Bathroom breaker, itâs nothing annoying but youâll never not notice the shift in weight, as he swings his legs off the bed and heads to the bathroom. Heâs always careful not to make too much noise, which winds up causing more in the process.
Has a small assortment of glasses of water that will accumulate through the week, all filled to different volumes. He swears heâll drink them! He never does. It just ticks that little box of âjust incaseâ and he canât sleep without it. Same with most other amenities.
Late sleeper, this man will never be up before you. That may be attributed to the fact he never falls asleep before you, but whoâs to say!
Machi
The fact you donât have single beds is both a gift to thank her for and a curse. Machi is a sleep tosser; she tosses a lot.
You tend to sleep on opposite ends of the bed. This is both in part to her overall distaste of sleeping together and the kicking. Oh boy, the kicking.
You know how the immune system can sometimes misinterpret things as threats, causing autoimmune reactions? That Machi when asleep. Itâs like a subconscious instinct, a defence mechanism is you will; itâs certainly a good one! Itâs just, not always needed. Especially not when you wake up at 4:34am after a particularly sharp jab at your side.
Though, some nights sheâs stiff as a board! Not one movement or peep. As if death herself had stole Machi away.
Sheâs not a particularly picky sleeper, Machi can rest to almost anything. However, there is one thing that seems to expedite the process. Fire - whether the simple crackling singing off in the distance, or the chocking scent of smoke pervading the air. It seems to calm Machi, thereâs no foreseeable reason for it. She just, likes fire.
L i g h t sleeper, you canât count the amount of times sheâs jolted awake, swearing she heard something. Windows, doors and anything else that might throw the room into disarray or stir up noise are a must close.
Sleep mutterer. Itâs a rare occurrence, but Machi will sometimes have whole conversations with the air. Youâre usually both asleep when these conversations take place (there was once that you overheard one to its completion. Youâll never tell her of course).
Pakunoda
Incense galore.
Seriously itâs everywhere.
Pakunoda needs some form of soft scent to lull her to sleep. This often comes in the form of floral scents, but can branch off into other soothing smells. Her particular favourites include cedar and amber.
You wouldnât describe what you and Pakunoda do as cuddling, per se. She treats you more like a support pillow than anything else. Arms wrapped around you tightly and chin resting upon your head.
Neither of you will be able to move an inch throughout the night. Pakunoda has a very specific pre sleep schedule that sheâll run through every night (including final bathroom breaks, cleaning and small talk) and after that, itâs lights out. It doesnât matter if you wake up and need something: sheâs out cold. You might be able to escape, if you can pry yourself out. But just know: getting back in the same position will prove twice as difficult.
Not a snorer, hell, you can hardly hear her breathing most nights. If it werenât for the subtle rise and fall of her chest against your back, youâd question if she even was.
Up long before you are, usually has one half of the bed already made (haphazardly as not to disturb you.)
I had a lot of fun doing this one; might return to it for further Troupe members at a later date, so cheers for the ask Anon! (Little irrelevant thing I just want to mention for future reference: if any PT ask includes Hisoka or Illumi please specify as such.)
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pull me through // touya todoroki
You awkwardly stood a few steps behind Touya as he felt around under the doormat for the spare key to his home. You two got along quite well for a couple of students who were on the opposite sides of the rankings, but never close enough to visit each other's home like this.
You were student council president, and Touya got suspended for setting the toilet on fire last year. That is how far you two were.
"Alright, come on in." He holds the door open for you to walk in before him.
At first glance, it seemed close to extravagant, but the closer you looked, it felt cozier by the second from the amount of framed photos, artwork, and trinkets displayed on every wall and counter.
In the living room, his younger siblings were all lined up like ducks as if they were awaiting for your arrival.
"Hi Fuyumi." You threw a wave at her.
"Hi Y/N!" She beams back.
You two worked on the student council together, so you were already close with her despite being a year older.
"Wait, this is Y/N?" The middle child with all white hair exclaims.
Fuyumi quickly swats her brother's arm, shushing him.
"Oooohh. Y/N, I know you!" The littlest one states, stepping up to you with an All Might figurine in hand.
"Oh do you?" You cock an eyebrow at Touya as he takes your jacket to put up by the door and your school bag off of your shoulder. You bent down to his level. "Your brother talks about me often?"
"No I don't." He quips before he could answer for himself, shooting a glare in their direction. "I don't know what either of them are talking about."
"Meet my ball and chains." He huffs with a hint of a smile in his voice. "Shouto, Natsuo, and you already know Fuyumi from your nerd thing."
"Can I play with them?" Shouto asks, moving over to Touya to tug on his pant leg.
"No you can't, turd. We have to work on a project so none of you bother us. Kay?" He motions you to follow him upstairs, slinging both of your bags over his shoulder.
You quickly follow behind him. "But maybe after!" You call out from midway up the stairs, giving them a final wave.
Upon entering his room, he sets your bag on his desk, letting you take the seat while he settles on his bed right next to you, whipping his laptop open.
Despite being somewhat of a delinquent, you knew that Touya was smart and had capabilities to be top of the class if he really cared to. You had no worries about this project, but the circumstance of being alone in his bedroom on the other hand, almost made you nervous,
"Your siblings seem to like me." You broke the tense silence as you two logged onto your presentation. "You definitely talk about me, huh?"
"It's probably Fuy. She's a big fan of yours." He glances over at you. "She talks about you way too much around here."
"You got a problem with that?"
"What, like I don't get enough of you at school?" He chuckles, biting on the end of his pen. "Don't I, Prez?"
"Lucky you, then. Not many people have that kind of access to me. I'm pretty high in demand, if you ask me." You tease back, meeting his eye for a moment before returning your attention back on your screen.
He pushes his laptop out and leans back in his bed, propping his upper half up on his elbow to face you with his pen still hanging out of his mouth.
"I wonder how those people feel about you spending all that time with such a loser like me? Not scared to tarnish that golden reputation of yours?"
"You give yourself too much credit." You laugh. "You've been such a good boy lately, I don't think anyone really bats an eye." You say sweetly, swiveling your chair to fully face him.
He chuckles to himself and diverts his eyes away from yours as a rush of blood floods to his cheek.
"Anyways..." He clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck as his ears slightly flush into red. "Back to this bullshit."
You two talk back and forth about the project for a while, slipping into silence every now and then as you work on your respective slides.
In your peripheral, you noticed that every so often, he would glance up at you from his screen like clockwork. It makes you a bit too self aware of yourself, forcing you to keep your posture straight, not to bounce your leg too much, and to keep your fidgeting at bay.
"You're grinding your teeth." He mutters, breaking the silence. "I can hear it, like sandpaper."
"It's just a focus thing." You reply, biting the inside of your cheeks to combat the habit.
"I can't stop looking at them in class.." You hear from outside of the door, paired with the boys' giggling. "...They're all I can think about, I feel so stupid."
You and Touya both stop shoot each other a confused glance, not quite sure what Natsuo and Shouto were going on about in the hallway.
"What are they doing?" You lean in and whisper.
"I don't fucking know?" He shrugs. "Maybe reading one of Fuy's books?"
"How cute." You chuckle, returning your attention to the project.
"Prez would never want a guy like me. I want to do better, but I'm fucking hopeless." The boys start, their footsteps running up and down the hallway this time.
"Natsuo! That's a bad word, you can't say that!" Shouto cries.
Your eyes widened and glanced over at Touya, whose face had now drained of color, jaw slightly gaped open.
He slams his laptop shut and frantically feels around under his pillow and covers, as if he had misplaced something.
"What're you looking for?" You asked, watching him rummage through his school bag after going through his bed.
"I'm going to fucking kill them." He mutters, throwing his bag on the floor. "I'm actually going to kill them."
He walks over to swing his bedroom door open, revealing the two boys leaning against the wall with a book in hand, flipping through the pages.
"Where the fuck did you two get that!?"
The two younger boys scream and scurry down the hall with Touya right on their tail. You follow them out into the hallway, watching them run a muck around the house.
Natsuo and Shouto eventually circle their way back to Touya's room, shoving themselves right behind you a second before Touya is able to get to them.
"Guys?" You look down at Shouto clutching your leg and Natsuo breathing hard, peering over your shoulder. "What did you two do?" You put a hand down on the top of Shouto's head, tapping it to get his attention up at you.
"Natsuo did it!" He cries, burying his face into your side. "I didn't do anything." He muffled into your shirt.
"You're the one who gave me his diary, you liar!" Natsuo reaches over and flicks Shouto's head. "Shouto did it!"
"What the hell is going on?" Fuyumi comes out of her room.
"These fuckers went through my things." Touya huffs, face now red. "Y/N. Move over please." He inches closer.
"No! Y/N please!" Natsuo cries behind you, clutching on you tighter.
"Whoooaa. Okay, okay let's relax everyone." You nervously chuckle.
"You, take a step back." You put a finger on Touya's chest, lightly pressing him to take a couple steps back into the hallways.
You noticed Touya clenching onto a journal so tight that his knuckles were white, jaw tense seething with anger.
"You two, go with your sister." You pried the two kids from your side, ushering them towards Fuyumi, in which she properly slapped the back of their heads the moment they got to her.
"Idiots. What did I tell you guys? Get in." She huffs before closing the door behind them.
"Don't think you're safe! Your ass is grass once Y/N leaves." He calls out before the door clicks shut.
"You, stop it. Come inside." You pull him in by the elbow.
"Jesus fucking christ." He groans into his hands, throwing the journal on his bed. "You didn't hear any of that, alright? None of that happened."
"Yup. You got it." You silently chuckle to yourself. "Absolutely nothing."
You watch him shove the journal deep into his school bag before throwing it back on the ground and flopping down in his bed, face buried in his pillow.
"FUCK!" He screams into his pillow, tightly gripping the sides of it.
"Okay let's just finish this shit and get it over with." He huffs, turning on his back and leaning up against the headboard, dragging his laptop back up to his lap.
"Oh so you really didn't wanna talk about it?"
"Talk about what?" He shoots you a threatening glance.
You ignored the hostile look, anyways. "You have a crush on me." You bite your bottom lip to hide a side. "That's what that was, right?"
"Who said all that shit was about you, huh?"
"You got another 'Prez' in your life?" You cock an eyebrow.
He went silent for a moment, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath of air.
"Let's not do this right now."
"That's fine." You turn your attention back to your laptop. "I'm just saying, though, you don't have to do 'better' for me to like you. I already do."
Another beat of silence passes.
"Cool. Cool." He squeaks out. "Um. Can you double check my slides for me?" He coughs.
You looked at him in your peripheral to see him covering the bottom half of his face with his hand, hiding the impending blush creeping up his face as he kept his eyes glued to his screen.
"Sure." You smiled. "Only if you double check mine."
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bonus scene hehe:
over the next week of school, touya had been actively avoiding you- which you expected. it wasn't until one late school day where you had to stay behind for your council meeting when you caught him waiting by your cubby.
"touya." you greeted, holding out your bag for him to take while you started switching your shoes out. "what are you still doing here?"
"got a request to deliver to you, prez." he responds with a smirk, leaning up against the cubbies with your bag under his arm.
"oh yeah? well unfortunate for you, but i'm off the clock. you should file it in the student council box."
"it's a special request that can only be delivered in person." he rolls his eyes. "also i'm walking you home, so you don't really have a choice."
you laugh, starting your way out of school. "okay, then. go for it."
"go out with me this weekend."
your breath hitches from surprise. you had to admit to yourself that you had been waiting for some sort of confession or at the very least a chat about the last time you had seen him, but for him to almost demand a date with you caught you off guard.
"really?" you snap your attention to him, face heating up.
"really."
"i'd love to." you smile. "you feel like talking about it now? or do i gotta go through your diary for that?"
"shut up. it's a journal- two very different things." he nudges you with his elbow. "fuyumi yelled at me after you left and told me that i was an emotionally constipated prick, so i guess that inspired me to get my shit together."
"sooo.." you motion for him to continue.
"sooo...i like you. i have for a while." he starts "and i got my marks up for this quarter. for you. well, technically for me, but i wanted you to see that i was trying."
your heart swelled at this simple act. "you didn't have to do that. i told you i like you regardless- even after you set the toilet on fire."
"we don't talk about that version of me last year." he laughs "and i wanted to. you made me want to do it for me."
you two continue to walk home chirping in conversation and light teases. you had always been drawn to him despite his bad habits and annoying mannerisms, but you knew he always had it in him to do good things and make better choices for himself. knowing that he did it because of his inspiration to be a good person for you only made you like him more.
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The shitty lungs curse is spreading to my mutuals... run everyone (if your lungs will let you)
they never tell you abt The Skeleton's Curse (bone pain)
#I used to get those random stabbing pains really often I know exactly what you're talking about#they just leave you standing there like 0_0 no breathing allowed! not for that time#I wish I could say if those should be a concern. my aunt got them all the time as a teen and she's fine so ââą-âąâ#still if you didn't get them very often in times were you were actually growing but it's rather frequent now... I'd try to look into it#just to be safe#maybe keep track of your symptoms; write every instance of that happening down so you can get an idea for how frequent it actually is#and yeah as much as I loathe going to the doctors; I still end up doing so several times a year#my body is getting up to too much strange crap not to and I gotta make use of that universal healthcare amirite#that one doctor /was/ upsetting to go to but you bet I never returned. just accepted the ridiculous wait times for a better one#happy to report the constant stabbing while trying to breathe in is mostly gone for now! after almost a week#now I'm only left with the usual inability to breathe in properly but at least it doesn't hurt. that's much easier to deal with#we all need to be taking better care of ourselves...#see for me the issue is that the moment a symptom is gone for a bit my brain is convinced I'm fine forever actually (it is mistaken)#and then I completely overestimate how much exertion I can handle (being stubborn doesn't help)#symptom flare upâ I'm forced to restâ feel a bit betterâ I think I can do the same things I could before all this startedâ symptom flare up#rinse and repeat#maybe some day I'll learn#but I can't /not/ go hiking anymore... that activity means a lot to me. I'll have to figure something out#also dauntless this is for you specifically:#why are you doing the same stupid shit as me!!!#âdon't overexertâ isn't spelled lugging logs around in deep winter either!!!#be careful :(#but the hills really are fiends#it's a unique kind of frustrating when your muscles say âwe can keep going!â only for the lungs to go âabsolutely notâ#and the mountains are my favourite place to go hiking in too...#all righty ramble over.
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Zoro x Reader â by the fire; cuddling
part of the cozy holidays event
đ â @kyllium tags: sfw, pure fluff, established relationship, GN!reader, no use of y/n
Roronoa Zoro was not and had never been a cuddler.Â
âŠor so he claimed.Â
As you sat on a log by the bonfire, in a banquet after the Straw Hats successfully liberated yet another kingdom, Roronoa Zoro was clinging to you like his life depended on it.Â
Sanji was running around trying to find a cam-snail, hoping to capture the moment for future blackmail material. Robin was giggling quietly to herself, amused by the swordsmanâs uncharacteristic behavior.Â
The green-haired man was too drunk to care.Â
He had (foolishly) challenged Jinbe to a drinking contest, which he had obviously lost, badly.
The fishman was chatting happily with the locals across the clearing, seemingly unbothered by the unholy amount of alcohol he had just consumed. Meanwhile, his opponent had entered a relaxed, half-drowsy state that he always found himself in whenever he drank more than he should, which admittedly, was not often.Â
You could only sit frozen in space, cheeks burning, trying to avoid Namiâs gaze as she teasingly made kissy faces at you. Your arms were tight on your sides, trapped by Zoroâs thick ones wrapped around your figure. His face was buried in your neck, and your breath hitched when you felt his lips brush once, twice, against the sensitive skin.Â
You were no stranger to Zoro's touches. He had his affectionate moments whenever the two of you were alone, but in public? The most he had ever done was hold your hand in front of the crew.Â
âZoro,â You whispered, âPeople are watching.â
âDonât care.â He mumbled as he nuzzled closer to you, âLet âem see how much I love you.â
You couldnât stifle the smile that crept up your face, but Zoro was apparently not done talking yet.Â
âDo you know how much I love you?â He slurred as he pulled his head back to look at you, his smile as soft as you had ever seen it, âIâm so in love with you, itâs making me dizzy.â
You decided that you liked drunk Zoro.Â
The man was not exactly vocal with his declarations of love, so it was always nice to hear him say it out loud once in a while. Â
You laughed and wriggled your arms out of his tight grip, using them to pull him even closer to you. You gave him a small kiss on the top of his head, âI love you too, Zoro, but thatâs probably the alcohol making you dizzy.âÂ
You know your beloved swordsman would probably be mortified by all of this tomorrow â if he could even remember anything â but for now, you gladly basked in his affection, despite being slightly embarrassed yourself.Â
You let him lean on you as he rested his bones â he deserved it after today's long battle. The crackling of the dying fire only added to his drowsiness, and you could see his eyelid fluttering, struggling to stay open.Â
You stroke his hair gently, playing with the spiky ends on his nape. Zoro sighed out your name, muttering a couple more I-love-yous into your ear for good measure. His hand on your waist subtly slipped under your top, his thumb drawing lazy circles on your bare skin.Â
As the flames slowly turned into embers, you were grateful for the darkness that hid your flushed skin and dilated pupils.Â
âZoro, are you asleep?â
A soft grunt indicated that he was still awake, but barely.
âDo you want to go back to the ship? You should get into bed and get some proper sleep.â
He answered with a deeper grunt. You were fluent enough in Zoroâs grunts by now that you knew that meant âyesâ.Â
After bidding good night to everyone who remained at the banquet, you half-led, half-dragged Zoro back to the Thousand Sunny, with your arm wrapped around his waist, and his arm slung around your shoulders.
You didnât complain about his massive weight bearing down on you â not when he stopped every few steps to press tender kisses to your cheek.
a/n: this is practically a self-indulgent fic that feeds into my headcanon that zoro gets extremely affectionate whenever he was drunk
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