#i want to play with this but idk what to do with it

[bluukive]

From the Back

summary - uh-oh! Your fiendish boyfriend caught you staring at his fingers again. Luckily for you, he knows what you want.

wc - 2.1k words

content - Toji x reader, p slapping, fingering, clit play, dumbification kinda? idk, he's mean, it's all consensual pinky promise

an - uh so I procrastinated this cus im ill and nothings proofread or makes sense to me !! I also dislike fingering so wtf do I know lol lmk what needs changing thx gng

Toji doesn’t know where he got the ring that he’s spinning idly between his fingers. It’s a cheap thing, and he’s got no clue why he's kept it around. Regardless, Toji keeps twirling the ring around, thick fingers dipping in and out of it periodically as he lays on one end of the couch. 

It kills you. You’ve never wanted to swap places with a piece of jewellery so desperately in your life before. One of your knees bounced almost anxiously as you watched him from the other end of the couch, eyes trained on his fingers. As for getting wet, you were beyond that point. You’ve been aching for him ever since you first saw him removing the ring off his finger.

His fingers were thick and tanned, joints prominent from years of doing damage. There were rough scars everywhere, the careless sort you loved to pepper kisses all over when you held his hand in yours. You’ve felt those hands pry your thighs apart so that he could get a taste of what lay in between. You’ve seen those same hands bruised and battered, fingers twitching and flexing after a rough night out. 

But right now? They were relaxed. The ring was nestled between two of your boyfriend's fingers before he tossed it and caught it in his weighty palm. You weren’t even ashamed at how blatantly you were ogling at the veins that rose from below his skin. 

Toji doesn’t notice it straight away, the heated, yearning glances coming from you. He just hums low, almost like he’s thinking about something. A thick thumb rubs over the edge of his ring with a precision that’s languid, whilst his other hand rests on his thigh. He rubs at the bulky limb, fingers splayed out, and you flinch. 

Without warning, Toji’s eyes meet yours. They’re lazy but incredibly knowing. He knows what you want, but he wants to hear it from your own mouth first.

“Gonna keep eye-fuckin’ my hand? You’ve been quiet for a good while now,” he says casually, as if he hasn’t got the sleaziest smirk appearing on his scarred lip. You know damn well he’s pretending to have known you were staring at him the entire time, but you couldn’t focus on that. You can’t. 

Toji’s fingers are flexing again, all for show. The ring clinks against his prominent knuckles as his voice drops low. You watch as he slouches in his seat, thighs fallen open a little wider. It’s clearly an invitation for you to come closer.

So you do. 

۫ ꣑ৎ

You don’t even know how you got here. One second you were sassing back, getting all defensive as he called you out on your perverted behaviour. The next moment, you had both of his heavy thighs over yours, pulling them apart and locking them in place. It’s comical to Toji how you flinch at the sound of his voice so close to your ear, scar rubbing against the tender flesh of your lobe.

One nip, then another. His tongue flicks out as you shudder, ass nudging up against his crotch as you remain at your boyfriend's mercy. “You like my hands that much, hm? Shoulda said somethin”, he murmured, hot breath fanning against your temple. “You could have had them on your cunt much sooner than this if you spoke up.”

“And have you call me easy? No thanks,” a scoff leaves your lips as you writhe in Toji’s lap, but his legs have you immobilised. An awkward yelp escapes you when the man begins to massage at your inner thighs, the pudgy skin barely covered by your shorts. His thumb pinched and rolled the skin around before sliding beneath the fabric of what you were wearing. 

Toji clicks his tongue. “Nah, believe me. I’m flattered, doll. Gets me all hot and bothered when you’re whorin’ over me like this,” he murmurs as his hands feel up the warmth at the crease of your thighs. 

“Language-”

“Who gives a fuck about language when I’ve got your cunt in the palm of my hands. Literally,” Toji scoffs, one of his hands sliding out from under your shorts and cupping your pussy and giving it a confident squeeze. The warmth seeps into his skin and he groans appreciatively. His actions are met with a wanton little mewl, your body slouching against his.

“None of that. You wanted this, remember?” Toji lifts you up so that your back properly meets his strong front, his lips mouthing at the side of your neck eagerly. This action was met by a hitch in your breath as his middle and ring finger dragged up and down the seam of your shorts in a painfully teasing manner. Your hips buck upwards, chasing more of his touch, but his free hands lays flat against your pelvis and pushes you back down. 

The pressure you felt down below alternated, ranging from intense nudges with his knuckles, to the light scratches of his nails against the print of your pussy. “You’re squirming. Where's all that sass gone, huh? ‘S it all gone now that my hands are right where you want ‘em?”

Toji’s words are punctuated by another slow drag of his fingers, this time right past the leg opening of your shorts and between your folds. Your clit is prominent and pulsing, met with stroke after stroke with the increasingly soaked digits of your smug boyfriend. You’re twitching, fighting between closing your legs or keeping them spread real nice and wide. 

“F-fuck, Toji…!” You whine, face scrunching up as Toji’s fingers capture your clit between the joints of fingers. He tugs, and the sensation is borderline uncomfortable. You can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop being mean, too focused on the sparks of pleasure that have your hole clenching around nothing. It’s pathetic. 

“F-fuck, Toji!” he mocks, a cruel huff of laughter rumbling in his chest. You can feel his front almost vibrate behind you, but the erection prodding up against the curve of your ass is even more of a distraction. “No whining, brat. You’re getting what I give you when I think you deserve it.” 

The thick fingers leave you, making you choke on a breath out of sheer disappointment. “No, cmon. Toji, that’s not fair,” you practically hissed, a hand flying out to grab his arm. You tug and tug, just enough to have his knuckles grazing your inner thigh. You can feel the man you’re sitting on exhale gruffly, and the atmosphere shifts from one that’s less playful to one that’s more…charged. You didn’t dare look back at your lover, knowing you’ve put him in a mood. 

To put it bluntly, Toji’s had enough. 

“Oh, you’re so fuckin’ mouthy,” Toji tuts in mock disapproval, making quick work of moving his legs momentarily so that he could shuck your panties and shorts off. Without missing a beat, his thighs are over yours, cool air hitting the slickness between your legs. You were mortified.

“Hey now…”

Slap. 

“Hm? What was that?” 

Another wet slap. 

His entire palm rubs against your stinging mound as your lips fall open, breath hitching in your throat as you screw your eyes shut. This wasn’t the first time Toji had caught you off guard, but you loved it. He knew you loved it too, with the way your entire pussy seemed to throb even harder on his hand. 

“Oooh, you liked that,” he grins, attempting to soothe the sting by dipping his fingertips into your hole. Barely. He pulls back out, cock oozing precum when you shake your head side to side. “Awh, don’t be like that. Just sit there all nice ‘n pretty whilst I play with this nasty pussy.”

“No, you’re n-not even playing with me properly…,” you complain, and Toji doesn’t know how you have the nerve to. You should be grateful he even decided to entertain your little hand fetish in the first place. A faux sigh of impatience leaves him, and dread builds up in your gut. 

What if he leaves me here, you thought, all alone and needy with no fingers in your pussy. How would you cum then? 

But no. Toji decides to be merciful, which was a rare occurrence. 

“Alright, alright. Fine, I’ll play with you. But don’t start cryin’ later,” was all he said before easing his fingers into your pussy. There were two long fingers at first, delivering agonisingly slow strokes inside your cunt. He curls them once they’re buried to the knuckle, a lewd squelch emitting from you. It’s a noise that has your ears reddening in embarrassment, but he continues. 

“A-ahh, just like that…,” you manage to stammer out, until the pad of his thumb joins in. He massages your clit, cooing at how you melted against him as your shoulders hunched in on themselves. Toji’s free hand groped at one of your tits through your t-shirt. Well, his t-shirt. One that was bunched up around your waist. Both of you were too distracted to take it off. 

“Atta girl. Taking these fingers like a champ,” he grunts, the speed of his fingers increasing inside of you. Despite the fact that your body was held back by the asshole behind you, you rolled your hips as best as you could so that you could fuck yourself on his digits. Each grind had your ass milking his cock through his sweats, the front dark from beads of precum soaking the soft material. Whilst the friction was beyond delicious, Toji didn’t falter. Not for a second. 

“Heh, look at you,” condescending words met with a harsh thrust of his fingers. “You start feeling good and forget who’s really in charge around here.”

The warning goes over your head, and your eyes widen when you can feel his free arm hook itself snugly around your throat. Toji fully intends to keep you in place with this headlock. 

“You wanna hump me like some bitch? Now do it,” he drawled lowly, slowly hunching over your back as his mouth drags over your jaw. Two fingers turn into three, relentless as they fucked the arousal out of you. “Slutty pussy droolin’ all over my lap.”

You’re gasping and moaning, all whilst being unable to move. The arm around your throat isn’t too tight, but he periodically flexes it just to remind you of your place. “Gonna cum, think I’m g-gonna cum, oh-”

“Nah, don’t think so,” and so he withdraws his fingers. He does so without warning. A full body shudder leaves you, frustration and the urge to cum becoming overwhelming. “Fuck, you feel that? Pussy didn’t want me to let go,” Toji muses out loud, the sounds of licking coming from behind you when he rolls his tongue around his wet digits. As filthy as ever. 

You want to berate him, tell him off for being disgusting. But his nose buries itself at the crook of your neck before gives your clit a little tug. 

“Toji, please!”

And who was he to deny you when you begged so sweetly?

First, he spread your lips open with his fingers in a scissor-like motion. Then, you felt your boyfriend stuffing you full once more, causing a mini-sob to leave your lips in sweet relief. He moaned deeply at the heat that enveloped his fingers again, curling his fingers in a hooked manner. 

“S-so close, I swear,” you were letting the tears flow freely now, breathing coming out unevenly as Toji took in your words with a feral sort of glee. At the prospect of your approaching orgasm, Toji doubled his efforts. In and out his fingers plunged, speeding up and slowing down at a pace he deemed fit for your pleasure. 

“Make a mess on me, doll. Know you can do it,” he urged feverishly, sounding as desperate as you felt. Drops of sweat beaded on his temple, drenching the neckline of his own compression shirt. The headlock Toji had you in tightened just a fraction as his palm wetly smacked against your pubic bone repeatedly, causing the dewy splatters of your orgasm to leave you at long last. Your stomach tensed, ache in your pussy growing unbearable until that coil snapped and you came with an embarrassingly loud squeal. Toji hushed you, fingers slipping out and focusing on prolonging your orgasm by massaging your clit once more. 

“Thaaaat’s it,” your boyfriend grinned wolfishly as you spasmed against him. But that wasn’t enough. Not for him. You hadn’t squirted yet, and he was dead set on testing your velocity. You shouldn’t have been surprised when Toji’s fingers began its filthy rhythm once more, all whilst his lips pecked at your temple. 

“You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

the ending is rushed eek sorry

divider by @omi-resources

[traffys-heart]

one piece men + dick hcs | nsfw

im back w something that no one asked for but i thought i would do something different to get the creative juices flowing again (*°ｰ°)ﾉ

characters: monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji, portgas d. ace, sabo, eustass kid, killer, trafalgar d. law

cw: virgin! loser! law, afab! reader, dick language idk

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monkey d. luffy

tip hex code: #fe9796

luffy's dick is canonically the largest in the one piece world according to an sbs but if it wasn't being stretched i would say 5.4 inches at full erection normally. he is quite average and enjoys any attention u give to the base. he doesn't have any prominent veins running along his shaft and some might say it looks like a strange mushroom...

roronoa zoro

tip hex code: #e6998f

zoro is beefy and his cock definitely reflects that as well. he's larger than his captain coming in at 6.6 inches, but his true quality would be the girth. he has a wonderful vein running along the underside of him that u swear u can feel when he's inside u despite his bashfulness abt the topic. and yes, he also has a trail of mossy pubic hair surrounding his shaft.

vinesmoke sanji

tip hex code: #feabab

sanji comes in at 7.1 so ig he can thank his dad for something. he is slimmer than zoro and has a slight curve to his shaft, however it feels amazing whenever he fucks u in doggy position or over the counter in the kitchen. his tip is incredibly sensitive and he often avoids touching it himself when he jacks off but if u kiss it when u go down on him he'll almost cum immediately.

portgas d. ace

tip hex code: #ff9090

ace probably won the genetic lottery for parents. he was also blessed w a big dick coming in at 7.0 inches. he has two veins that run on either side of him and despite his leaner build he has a notable girth. he has dark happy trail that welcomes u into his shorts and a bush he will never shave. he likes when u play w his balls.

sabo

tip hex code: #ffc1c1

sabo has a very polite appearance, but his dick is everything but that. he's 6.8 inches and the slapping noise when his cock hits his abdomen tells u ur not going on any missions any time soon. similar to his little brother he doesn't have any prominent veins, but his shaft is well proportioned. he is also very well groomed and takes care of his patch of darker blond curls.

eustass kid

tip hex code: #edb7b0

big guy is going to have a big dick okay i don't make the rules. it's 7.5 inches and angry u almost wanna yell at it when he whips it out. it's veiny and girthy and it's begging to be sucked. i think he would also have some piercings such as a king albert's piercing and ofc it was diy.

killer

tip hex code: #ebada5

just like his captain it's huge and far more intimidating than anything else u've ever seen. killer is 7.2 so he's slightly smaller, and he doesn't have any piercings, but don't worry what he lacks in comparison to kid he makes up in passion. his shaft curves to the left which works wonderfully when he gets u on ur side w on ur legs hooked over his shoulder rubbing on ur g-spot.

trafalgar d. law

tip hex code: #e8a39a

as much as i want to give this loser a shrimp dick i'll probably see riots in my inbox and i saw this really funny panel from one piece party where the gang compares his dick to zunesha so he's probably hung. he clocks in at 6.9 but lies and tells u it's 7 inches. he's also always wearing the tightest skinny jeans known to man in the anime and u never see anything there so i'm gonna assume he's a grower not a shower.

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[shurisneakers]

Omg hi if you're taking requests can u do one where bucket and reader are like investigating a murder or something and just make them bicker idk I'll read ur grocery list bro you can keep it annoyance to lovers like the "I just want you to stop saying odd shit" bit and then they fall in love

the way i had to cycle through multiple scenarios before landing on this so i could keep it lighthearted. hey sexy. ily mwah mwah

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mild thunderbolts spoilers, swearing, longing, reader being annoying, fake murders

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They're trained assassins.

Bob is not.

Yeah he does the dishes, and folds his laundry and rewatches old movies he liked better the first time. But eventually, he realizes he needs something to get him out of bed.

So he starts organizing nights.

Trivia. Gets weirdly competitive, and the tiebreaker is the name of some random model of gun from 1996.

A wine tasting that resulted in seven open bottles, no glasses, and someone using a tactical knife to open a wheel of Brie.

Potlucks, even though they don't know what to do with fifteen packets of Doritos and no real food.

And finally-- murder mystery nights.

Which is objectively deranged, because why are they coming home from their day job to cosplay it at night, but worse.

But it’s Bob. And Bob asks with that quiet, hopeful tone that’s hard to refuse. So they come. They try to stay longer than thirty minutes.

There's a body on the floor, covered in fake blood. None of the metallic smell that usually follows one-- it's something sweet. Suspiciously close to edible.

Bucky arrives late thirty minutes. Ridiculous, considering he lives in the building.

You arrive five minutes after that.

The others have already formed their teams, so he gets paired off with you. He knows why Bob has done this, no one in the tower was particularly subtle about the both of you. To their credit, he doesn't fight it.

The teams have already gotten a headstart, and he doesn't know what to do at a crime scene that he did not cause.

He also knows for a fact that neither of you have read the case file.

"Hmm," you say, kicking at the body with your toe. "Suspicious."

"What?" Bucky asks dryly.

"It appears the victim is...dead."

He stares at you. "That's the fucking game."

"I see," you hum. "As I said. Suspicious. Perhaps the murderer enjoys playing...games."

He closes his eyes. “I forgot how quiet it was when you weren't around.”

“And you hated it.”

“I cleaned the kitchen twice.”

“That’s grief, Bucky.”

He glances at you, expression unreadable. “You think you’re funny.”

“I think I’m observant.”

The corner of his mouth twitches, but doesn't quite lift.

Bucky hands you a sheet of paper. “You’re the maid. You found the body.”

“No. You're the maid. You found the body."

"That's not how this works. This is not a negotiation."

Five minutes later Bucky is the maid. He found the body.

Bucky ignores you trying to lift the thing with one foot.

"Mr. Long was found by his maid, Ms. Bennett, when she came to work," he reads out dryly. "She says to the police, 'Gee''-"

And then he stops.

You raise an eyebrow. "What does she say?"

"I don't know, there's, like fifteen typos on this thing." He squints. "'Gee howdy, well I walked in and he was on the floor, cold as a slice of pie..that was left in the refrigerator'."

"Things that are famously cold." You nod. "Read it again. Put a little drawl into it. Gee howdy."

"No."

“Read it again. Commit.”

“No.” He folds up the paper. "Did you find any clues?"

"None. Where is the chalk?"

"Chalk?"

"I want to outline his body," you tell him.

"That is not a real thing that happens."

"But if we work together, we can live in a world where it does."

You settle for permanent marker. The team was not going to be happy when they see this.

Either way, he doesn't say anything when you hand the cap to him and start drawing around the dummy. He even tells you you missed a spot.

He doesn't mind that he's paired up with you. You'd showed up at midnight and slept through most of the day, so this was really the first time you were speaking since you'd come back.

Yelena and Ava breeze past on the way to the kitchen, clearly more invested. Someone mentions a footprint.

Bucky doesn't even know the murder victim's full name.

"What the fuck are you doing,” Bucky asks, squinting at your latest addition. "What’s this circle?

"I drew a basketball. He looks like he's playing."

He’s about to argue, but something stops him. Maybe it’s the way your finger traces the imaginary arc of the shot. The line of his jaw knows what that feels like. The thought of it makes him swallow just the briefest amount.

He clears his throat. "What is wrong with you."

"Look at his arm. I'm gonna draw him a basket."

"Stop it. We're supposed to be investigating."

"I already investigated. He's straight up dead, man."

''That's not--"

"RIP for real." You nod solemnly. "No chance of a come back."

"Investigate why he's here."

"Well, this is a dummy, Bucky. He's only here 'cause someone left him like this. I think we ought'a find that fool who left his mannequin out here and give him a real talking to."

He drags a palm down his face. "I don't want to be here. You're making this worse."

"Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this." You pat his shoulder. "What's this guy's name again?"

"I don't know. Mr Long."

"Mr So-Long." You smile wide. "Because he's dead."

He doesn’t argue. Not really. Not in the way that matters.

Bob asks on the group whether everyone's having fun. Everyone replies with various versions of 'yes'. Bob tells them there are no clues outside, and Alexei and John really have no reason to be rappelling down the side of the Avengers Tower.

Eventually, he starts reading the case notes. Finally, you abandon what you're doing and try to pick up on what's actually going on in the case.

You ignore his need for space, leaning into him to read for yourself.

“Why are you so close?” he mutters.

You don’t move. “I can’t read upside down.”

He reads the same line three times in a row. Can’t retain any of it. His brain is occupied with the way your hands are resting lightly on his wrist.

It's ten minutes to nine. Bucky's been trying to solve this on his own for a while now.

Bob, bless him, has tried to give everyone motives, but they don’t quite make sense. A missing cook. A driver who doesn’t show up until page four. A torn photograph. A coffee stain on the calendar. The date of a car accident circled in red.

You sniff the air. "San Marzano tomatoes."

"I'm pretty sure that's what the blood is made with." He continues reading from the notes. They’re sloppily written. Some of the pages are out of order. The names are inconsistent. The clues are vague.

"No," you say. "This was on purpose. This murder was at the hands of an Italian."

“There are no fuckin' Italians on the suspect list," he lies, knowing fully well he has no idea who the other suspects are, or if there are any.

"Fine. What other tomato-forward cuisines do you know?"

Bucky groans. "Let’s just say it was the maid. She poisoned him. Case closed.

"Well, actually Bucky, it's the driver. He took the fall for the crash a few years ago, got blamed for something that wasn’t really his fault. He drops Mr. Long off, follows him inside, kills him with a car key. The wound is something small. Multiple stabs, more than necessary, so it's definitely personal."

He stares at you.

He wonders if you meant the kiss you gave him before you left. He wonders if it meant anything to you. He’s been wondering that all week.

"Oh hey, you guys got it," Bob says, poking his head into the room. "Nice. I'll go tell the others you won."

"It was all Bucky. All I did was draw a chicken with his fingers."

Bucky shakes his head, but it’s with a softness you’ve seen before. Usually when you come back from a mission in one piece. When you make him laugh by accident. When he forgets, briefly, how much he isn’t supposed to want this.

"One more question, Bob," you say, spinning around. "Where was the driver from?"

“Oh, Ricci? Naples. Italian.”

"I fucking knew it."

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[mallory524]

Hi! I have this idea of reader trying to get Bob to watch a horror movie and him being kind of hesitant because maybe he's scared or horror just isn't his thing idk. But eventually reader convinces him and it ends up being cute and funny.

movie night :)

bob x reader

summary- Bob doesn't really want to watch a scary movie, but he'll do anything if it means spending the evening with you

tags- thunderbolts* spoilers, sort of established relationship, holding hands, kiss, thunder/lightning, Void mention

word count- 1176

notes- yayyy i love getting requests, plz keep sending them in you guys

Bob feels sort of silly about how much this movie is getting to him. It's not really the kind of thing he usually watches, but of course he'd watch anything that you want to watch. Yeah, he almost didn't, but he eventually agreed to this. He will take any and every opportunity to spend some time with you.

The two of you have gone out a bunch of times... or at least, Bob is pretty sure that's what happened. It's not always clear what really counts as "going out", but you've gotten plenty of meals together, seen a few different movies and plays, and Bob almost always tags along when you go to the grocery store. He loves hanging out with you, no matter what you're doing. You have a really comforting presence to him.

This afternoon in particular, it's pouring rain, and it has been all day. The tower isn't filled with that same lovely natural lighting it usually is, but it's still beautiful in a way. You lit a few candles to add to the very important vibe. Bucky is convinced you're going to forget to blow them out and burn the place down.

The group is just taking a lazy day, and everyone's hanging out in their own rooms, except for you and Bob in the living room. You were doing a jigsaw puzzle to pass the time when you suggested watching a scary movie.

Bob was sort of hesitant at first and you practically had to beg him. "Oh come on, please," you had said, trying to pout to look extra sad, but you couldn't stop giggling at how ridiculous you knew you looked in that moment.

Bob kept shaking his head and softly laughing, too. "Nuh uh. I really don't do scary movies". He was trying to make it sound less cowardly than it was, but he was definitely worried that the movie would be too much for him.

"Come on, Bob," you said in almost a singsong kind of way, "It's dark and scary and stormy out... It's the perfect time for this kind of thing."

The idea of curling up under a big blanket with you in the dark was definitely enticing, but he still wasn't sure.

"Hey, hey. I'm just messing around," you tell him, smiling and gesturing at the puzzle, "I really don't mind if this isn't your thing. We can keep doing this." You were always so nice to him. You got him to do things that were out of his comfort zone, but you never forced him to do anything if he really didn't want to. You'd always just tell him it was fine with that warm, comforting smile. You could probably convince him to do anything when you looked at him like that, even if you weren't trying to...

"You know what? Sure."

"Yay!!"

Now you're sitting on the couch together and watching some obscure horror movie he'd never ever heard of. You told him it wasn't that scary, and now Bob's wondering what you do consider scary because goodness-

Bob is so on edge, and the conditions outside aren't helping. Since you originally sat down to watch the movie, day has turned into night, and so the only light in the room is coming from the tv screen and the candles. The weather is somehow getting even worse, with huge cracks of lightning lighting up the dark sky every minute or so, and then you both jump at the ensuing thunder every. single. time.

You subtly glance over at Bob. He really is such a sweetheart. The man is bulletproof. You watched him tear Bucky's vibranium arm off and then proceed to turn into a vicious physical manifestation of darkness that engulfed New York City. Now, he's wrapped up in a blanket, grimacing at all the cheesy fake blood and gore on screen. Occasionally, he jumps and sends his popcorn flying up just a little, almost comically.

He's a cool guy and he wasn't kidding: these kinds of movies are really not his thing.

He catches you looking at him, and he turns hesitantly to meet your gaze. "What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just... I... hope you've had as good a day today as I have, hanging out with you."

Bob practically glows when he hears you say that, but he wants to play it cool. He tries to look back and forth between you and the movie, trying to show you that he cares about this thing you care about.

"Thanks. I really did have a good day. To be honest, I like ... I like doing stuff with you," he says with a shy smile.

Before you can say anything in response to his sweet words, there's another loud sound from the movie, and Bob instinctively reaches for your hand. Neither of you make any move to pull away from the small embrace.

"Hey Bob," you say, playfully smirking at him, "Are you scared?"

It's barely even a question. Of course he is.

"Well I guess it is a little much, I mean I uh- I like the story I guess, and I know it's all fake but it is freaking me out a little..." he starts to ramble, but you gently squeeze his hand and that's enough to pull him back into the moment. He trails off and you lean a little closer.

Looking right into his eyes, you quietly suggest, "Well maybe don't look at the movie anymore."

Bob notices your eyes fall down to his lips, and he knows what you're thinking. He leans just a tiny bit closer and stops so that, if he had somehow misread this, you'd have the opportunity to cut him off right then and there. Of course, he didn't and you don't.

Right as your lips are about to touch, the loud thunder startles you both and you stop short. He expects you to pull away and move on, like how the characters always seem to do in every cliche movie he's ever seen, (not unlike the one you're watching now), but of course that's silly. You just laugh quietly and lean back in to give him a proper kiss.

After that, you lean on Bob's shoulder and, in spite of the awful loud screaming and tense music blaring from the tv, you both fall asleep. You may have missed the last 20 minutes of the movie, but you got what you wanted tonight. You got to play into the fun, creepy vibe of the evening, you got Bob to spend an hour and a half with you, and you got a kiss. Bob's happy, too, because it is now abundantly clear what the nature of your relationship is.

Bucky was right; you absolutely did forget about all those candles you lit. He ends up walking around the tower and blowing them out himself. When he finds you and Bob on the couch, fast asleep in each other's arms, he just smiles to himself, turns the tv off, and goes right to bed.

[tsams-and-co-memes]

Ok

-sighs heavily-

Today was kind of a train wreck, but ngl, I'm not surprised, considering what happened yesterday

Eclipse,, definitely said some things that he shouldn't have. Not to Charlie, who is a litteral child and is still learning. He had every right to be angry and to blow up on her, when you take into account everything that she's done to him (the teeth thing, the baby incident, going into his head without permission (I think? Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)), but still. There are limits and boundaries, and something that should be off limits to say to a child is that the best thing she did was die. I understand his anger and frustration since this has been building up, but again, he went too far

Charlie, meanwhile,, had no right to suddenly scream at him like she did. It's like she forgot all about the nice things he's done for her (making her last days as a human as comfortable as possible, easing her pain during death, throwing her a birthday party, reuniting her with her dad, etc). He hasn't ALWAYS been mean, he's just under an incredible amount of stress right now. The fate of the world is literally resting on his shoulders, and I don't think she fully comprehends the seriousness and severity of that. I don't expect her to, since. She's only 11, and all, but still

Ruin shouldn't have told her to distract Eclipse, and he shouldn't have blown up at her like he did. He's under an enormous amount of stress and frustration, just like Eclipse is, and trying to sort of indirectly sabotage whatever Eclipse is doing, is just playing dirty. Telling Charlie to distract Eclipse wasn't a good idea either, since Ruin knew how badly Charlie wanted to help, and I'm like 1000% sure that he would've known she'd do it. The only thing he couldn't have known was HOW. Buuuuuuut,, if I'm being totally honest, I don't blame him for exploding at Charlie, either. Again, he's under an enormous amount of stress, and he's desperate to save his Monty, and he's frustrated because nothing seems to be working. Charlie kept offering suggestions, but she essentially kept offering the same idea, even though Ruin explained to her multiple times, in the simplest ways possible, that anything involving her powers wouldn't work. Idk about you, but I think I'd get tired of repeating myself over and over, too

Honestly, considering yesterday, I'm surprised that Eclipse was ok with Roxanne being anywhere near him, but at the same time, she probably just insisted on being there, and he probably didn't care enough to yell at her about it. She.... probably shouldn't be the one to talk to him about today, though. After the bullying yesterday, the best thing I think she could do for him would be to leave him alone and give him space. Solar Flare,, did a good thing by intervening like he did. It's nice that he wants to try talking to Eclipse, and I hope he maintains a middle ground, instead of picking sides, since... if he leans too much into berating Eclipse, that'll just piss off Eclipse even more

TLDR; Everybody sucks and everything is a giant mess. Y’know. Again. Some of it is understandable, but some of it definitely went too far, and they need to learn how to better respect each other. In this extremely crucial time when they should be working together, the worst thing they can do is tear each other down

[rafesbimbo]

idk if you'd like it but could you do like a pastors daughter!reader with mean or sexist!rafe and she's just so dumb and clueless abt the world and he loves it and how 'pure' she is ?

going thru major catholic guild rn and feel like you'd eat this tf upp ! 🙏

-౨ৎ

warnings: fingering, dirty talk, praise, slight power imbalance, public/semi-public setting (implied), consensual sexual touching, dom!rafe

a/n: as a fellow preachers daughter, this is one of my best requests!!

“you don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

rafe’s voice was low as he leaned against the truck, watching you squirm under his gaze. your dress was too sweet, too white, your lip caught between your teeth like you were nervous just standing near him.

you shook your head, voice soft. “i didn’t mean to do anything."

he smirked, tilting his head. “that’s the thing, angel. you don’t have to mean it. you just show up in your sunday best with those big eyes, actin’ like the world’s some storybook.”

you shifted, unsure whether to be offended or… flattered. something about the way he looked at you made your skin feel too tight. like he knew things you didn’t.

like he wanted to show you.

he stepped closer, slow and deliberate. “bet no one’s ever even kissed you huh?”

you blinked up at him, throat dry. “i—no. not really.”

his smile turned sharp. “course not. they wouldn’t know what to do with you.”

his hand grazed your cheek, knuckles warm and rough. not innocent. not sweet. but you didn’t pull away.

“you want me to show you?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

you didn’t answer. but you didn’t stop him either.

rafe’s fingers slid down your jaw, slow and possessive, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

“thought so,” he murmured, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “you don’t know how pretty you look beggin’ without sayin’ a word.”

you swallowed, heart thudding so loud it drowned out everything else. he was too close. too calm. like he knew exactly what you were going to do before you did it.

“tell me to stop,” he said, but it didn’t sound like a suggestion. it sounded like a test.

you looked up at him, lips parted, breath shaking. but the words didn’t come. you couldn’t lie—not when his touch felt like gravity, like something you’d fall into no matter how hard you tried not to.

his hand slipped around the back of your neck, pulling you just close enough for your noses to brush. “didn’t think so,” he said with a smirk curling at the edge of his mouth.

then he kissed you.

it wasn’t soft. it wasn’t slow. it was claiming—like he’d been waiting, like he’d known this moment would come and now that it had, he wasn’t about to waste it. your hands gripped the edge of his shirt, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer.

you didn’t push.

when he finally pulled back, you were breathless, lips tingling, dizzy from the heat of it all.

rafe’s voice was rough when he spoke again. "didn't think you'd like it that much."

you barely had time to breathe before rafe’s mouth was on yours again, rougher this time—more certain.

his hands found your waist, gripping tight, dragging you closer like he was done pretending he could play this slow.

“you’re killin’ me, wearin’ this little thing,” he muttered against your lips, tugging at the hem of your dress. “lookin’ all doll-like”

your head tilted back as his mouth trailed along your jaw, down your neck, teeth scraping just enough to make you whimper. your hands clutched his shoulders, your legs brushing his, heat blooming between your thighs like fire catching dry grass.

“rafe…” his name came out like a gasp, like a prayer.

he chuckled darkly, fingers sliding under the edge of your dress. “there she is,” he murmured. “all breathless for me. you this soft for everyone, or just me?”

you didn’t answer—you couldn’t. not with his fingers brushing the inside of your thigh, slow and deliberate, teasing.

“spread your legs, angel,” he whispered, voice low and wicked.

your cheeks burned, heart pounding as you obeyed, trembling under his touch. he slid his fingers higher, finding the thin fabric of your panties soaked through.

“fuck,” he hissed. “you’re drenched. all that from a couple kisses?”

you nodded, helpless. his hand slipped beneath the fabric, middle finger running through your slick folds, and you nearly buckled against him.

“rafe—”

“shh,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours as he circled your clit with slow, practiced strokes. “just take it. let me show you how good it gets.”

you moaned, soft and broken, hips rocking into his hand as pleasure built hot and fast. he watched you the whole time—eyes dark, mouth parted, like he was memorizing every sound you made.

“good girl,” he murmured. “just like that. makin’ a mess all over my fingers.”

and when you finally came, shaking in his arms, he didn’t stop—just held you through it, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “i’m not done with you yet.”

[galaxywannabe]

Joaquín Torres is the kind of mf to be both confused and annoyed that his fiancee isn't invited to his bachelor party. Sam's the best man, so he had to plan it ofc, and he's sitting there telling Joaquín all about their plans for the weekend away.

S: Yeah man, and after dinner we'll be headed to this awesome indoor minigolf place that lets you drink while you play, and-

J: Damn, my girl's gonna be so excited to hear about that. She LOVES minigolf.

S: Dude....she won't be there.

J: What do you mean she won't be there? Does she have something else planned for that day?

S: No, man, like...you know she's not coming, right?

Joaquín would look at Sam like he just insulted his mother.

J: What do you mean she's not coming?

S: I mean.....Torres, c'mon. It's a guys thing. It's your bachelor party.

J: Yeah, for my wedding to her.

S: Yeah man, I get that. But it's supposed to be, like, to celebrate your last weekend of freedom or whatever. She can't come.

J: Freedom?!

And it would just go on like that forever. I honestly think Joaquín would either change the rules so she gets to come:

"Well that's dumb. It's my bachelor party, and I want her there. Why the hell would I want to spend a weekend trapped at some resort with you guys and not my girl?"

OR he'd pout about it for a dramatic amount of time until she finally convinces him to go with the promise of:

"Baby, you just gotta get through this one weekend by yourself and then I'll be your wife, forever."

And he'd go and have a good time but he would send her increasingly pathetic selfies of him pouting at the camera as he is forced to do different fun activities with his friends and not her and then he'd come home and complain like he was in the trenches of a war and not enjoying bottomless margaritas on a beach in Miami.

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Idk just something that popped into my brain lmk if you have thoughts!!

[bongbongbangi]

YELENA BELOVA’s birthday with the THUNDERBOLTS headcannons .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ϟ ⚡︎

(or the new avengerz)

all photos are from Pinterest !!

i wrote this during class 😀😀

before Yelena joined the thunderbolts, she spent her most of her birthdays probably drinking

might get herself a cupcake and then call Natasha ☹️

BUT THEN SHE JOINED THE THUNDERBOLTSSSSSSSS

Ava, bob and Alexei wanted to do something special

Alexei seems like the type of guy to go all out on birthdays

he decroated the entire living room with balloons and banners

[ BEST GOALIE OF THE WEST CHESAPEAKE VALLEY THUNDERBOLTS]

he stormed into her room singing at 7am with breakfast he made in hand

“LENA ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY WHY ARE YOU STILL IN BED”

“dad im gonna kill you”

the breakfast was ok tho, not the most delicious but it’s the thought that counts

Yelena couldn’t stop smiling the entire time (awhhhshdhhsshsjsj 🥺🥺🥺)

yes this was in fact another time Alexei set three towels on fire

Ava had the idea of surprising her with everyone wearing Yelena’s signature eyeliner

Bob and Alexei thought it was a great idea

John and Bucky were harder to convince tho

I think Bucky would agree to it if they beg long enough

would still sigh and grunt the entire time (possibly add an eye roll in there)

no but like imagine applying eyeliner on Bucky while sitting on his lap and his arms are wrapped around your waist with his greyish blue eyes looking into yours and he’s slightly smirking up at you-

ANYWAYS 😁😁😁😁 (I volunteer as tribute 🙋‍♀️)

Ava ended up applying it on John while he was taking a nap on the couch, newspaper on his lap and everything

she may or may not have also drawn a cartoon penis on his cheek

and possibly cat whiskers as well

midday however they got called on a mission

this was when thunderbolts started trending on twitter for looking like they either just walked out of an Avril Lavigne music video or haven’t slept in 4 months

YELENA LOVED IT THO(that’s the only important part)

everyone knows yelena loves mac’n cheese

John had an idea to make a Mac’n cheese cake with bob’s help (cuz i firmly believe that bob can cook amazing Mac’n cheese 🤞)

Bob kept telling him it won’t work

but of course John wouldn’t listen

“walker it’s just gonna come out like sludge”

“no bobby you gotta trust me if you bake it it’ll come together i swear”

it came out like Mac’n cheese pie

but the kitchen smelled like Yelena’s heaven

which she greatly, greatly appreciated

“what is thiss😋” AND HER LIL YELENA SMILE AWHHHH

they did end up getting her an actual cake tho

a confetti cake 🥰

however the best part of her birthday didn’t come until later

Yelena was told they had another mission

but when Bob came on the jet too she was like 🤨

“why are you coming with us Bob 🤨”

“well i uh-“ “emotional support😁”- ava

guess where they went

OHIO BECAUSE THATS WHERE THE WEST CHESAPEAKE VALLEY THUNDERBOLTS TRAINEDDD

there were already kids playing there

but they new avengerz being the cheeky lil bitches they are joined 🥰

they totally cheated btw

some kids were on Bucky and John’s back screaming

Alexei was yelling out instructions but no one listened 😔

“NO BOB MY LEFT NOT YOUR LEFT”

Bob was trying his best ok ☹️ we love you for that Bob <3

ava started phasing around to scare the kids

it actually worked and some kid ended up crying

and Yelena was on the ground cackling the entire time

when they went back to the tower they were covered in dirt and mud

convinced that Yelena drew a happy face on John’s back with the mud and everyone was laughing while John’s all like “what are you guys laughing about 🤨😔”

damn idk why people keep drawing things on John in this post

that night when it was time to cut the cake

and everyone was singing happy birthday

John was trying to sing in tune , Bucky looked so done (but he was enjoyed the moment :), Bob was singing along shyly, Ava was clapping while singing and Alexei was the loudest one

after they finished alexei threw yelena up in his air and did the cliche “MY BABY DAUGHTERS ALL GROWN UP☹️🥺”

before they went to bed Alexei told stories of Yelena’s childhood

stuff like her at football training and lil moments with Nat 🥰

she was constantly trying to stop him but the others were laughing so hard

Bob actually fell off his chair

“I didn’t expect you were the type to actually throw a rock at the other teams coach”-walker

“I WAS LIKE 5”

and when yelena went to bed that night

even though she was exhausted and slightly annoyed,

she finally felt like she was home

[roryknightwrites]

Once again thinking about lover boy Ratio and emotionally constipated Aventurine and I want to share my thoughts about their first date that i cooked up in my evil little head, so hear me out:

Ratio asks Aventurine first, formally asks him face to face no text or phone call, and he confirms at least twice that they are, in fact, going on a romantic date- Aventurine laughs and picks on him a little bit saying how cute it is that he's excited, but really, Aventurine isn't expecting it to be a whole thing. He's thinking Ratio will come over, they'll put on some netflix show neither one of them want to watch, and Aventurine will show him a good time. Surly that's all Ratio wants, right?

But then when its time for them to go out, Ratio walks up to his front door (even though Aventurine absolutely lives in a penthouse bro had Aventurine buzz him in so he could properly great him at the door) and he's dressed all nice and he brings him flowers and Aventurine is like " :D....?" like oh wow thank you that's so sweet i....wasn't expecting that..." and Ratio is like "I have everything planned so don't worry about a thing, shall we?" and like holds out his arm all corny to lead Aventurine to the car and Aventurine is still kinda laughing like no way he's seriously taking somebody like me out on an actual date

and then Ratio opens his car door for him and pulls out his chair at the restaurant they go to and he's just such a little gentleman trying to court Aventurine, and the whole time Aventurine is just internally panicking like "what...is he playing at ?? any date i've ever been on has started with the guy snap chatting me to come downstairs or honking his horn until i come outside, and it ended with me getting kicked out of their house when they were done with me, nobody has ever been so gently romantic...and come to think of it...have i ever been on an actual date like this?"

Then Aventurine ofc begs Ratio to let him pay but Ratio is like "no, i asked you on this date so its only fair that i pay" and he pays the bill and then takes Aventurine to do something sweet like walk along the pier or sit and talk at the park and at this point Aventurine is just whipped, he's like "there's no way he's being this nice to me for no reason he must wanna do some FREAKY shit when we get home, that must be why he's buttering me up like this, that makes a lot of sense idk why I didn't think of that in the first place" and when they get back home to Aventurine's apartment, he's ofc convinced himself Ratio was wining and dining him so that he could tap it, and he immediately puts on his peacock persona trying to set the mood, but Ratio doesn't even properly kiss him- he just kisses his hand or his cheek and tells him that he'd love the opportunity to take him out again, and then he leaves.

And Aventurine is just standing there, with the flowers Ratio got him being the only splash of color in his kitchen, staring at the back of the door, hand on his cheek where Ratio just kissed him like "what...just happened?"

[smowyashe]

ts blowing up beyond what i thought was capable, heres Orion's Lament A.K.A Golden Bot (play on the term 'Golden Boy')

turns out i rlly like making orchestral music

more musical yaps under the cut

ok so, Orion's intrument is the violin BUT the senate is a violin quartet (or other group of violins idk) which shows how close Orion is with the senate, or at least how he mostly plays by their rules (im a bit foggy on the story lol)

erm um and it starts with Orion just living his life, and the senate has this ostinato (repeating pattern) thats then interrupted by a cello which is Shockwave (uhhh this is the start of the trial) then the overlapping instruments (cello-shockwave, violas-his students, violins-senate, and solo violin-orion) show the discord of the trial with the clashy semibreve (whole note/four beat note) demonstrating the climax (transformation + all that)

theres a moment of silence to display orion processing what happened, the violin that plays after that pause isnt actually orion its prowl, displayed through the staccato (short and sharp notes) in a way that makes it sound kinda robotic

prowl is playing orions instrument to the senate's ostinato, demonstrating the work he did behind orions back in order to make him look better in the eyes of the senate

then orion comes back in with his lament and i wanted it to end snappily so i just put the last note in, theres no real reason for it i jst wanted to do it lol (could demonstrate the clash between the two when orion finds out what prowl's been doing) :P

I present to you: this fucking thing a.k.a. the short orchestral piece i made for shockwave's demonic transformation in keferon's spellbound au

breakdown under the text (long ass rambles abt musical symbolism)

ok so, the choir and string ensemble represent the senate and "primus" (little theory demon can be heard in the background "GOD ISNT REAL ITS ALL AN ILLUSION TO MAKE THEM OBEY) ahem

they play the same harmony and are a constant throughout the piece, signifying the similarity between Primus' omnipresence and the senate's way of spying on the bots

then we hear Shockwave's lament, the cello, he's fighting back against the pain of the transformation

the pizzicato viola represents Shockwave's students and Orion (i was gonna give him his own mini violin lament to show his closeness/favouritism with the council (similar instruments) and his care for shockwave (the lament) but i got too tired and idk how to write orchestral music well enough to do it) as they watch his transformation, the slightly out of tempo and jarring plucks show their uncertain and concerned feelings towards their mentor/friend

and at the end Shockwave's lament goes down an octave and draws out in order to sound as depressed and final as possible as the transformation is complete

and thats everything my autistic ass can come up with for now

[sleepychenle]

wc: 643. genre: fluff, crack. tags: platonic!!!!!!, chenle is 15 yo and has a cute little crush. ft hyuck. [a/n]: this is clearly not the freaky fic i said i was going to post‼️ this has been sitting in my drafts since before i even thought about making a writing blog. idk, i thought it was cute. masterlist

this was the first day of your trip to the beach.

you finally found a good position to start reading: chest flat against the blanket you put over the warm sand, arms propping you up and next to you, a little tent covering your belongings from the sun.

everything was peaceful until you feel a ball hit your back. you turn around to see a boy smiling sheepishly. his smile drops as he notices you look older than him, and almost stuttering he says: “i am so sorry”

you suppress a chuckle, trying to appear intimidating. he looks like he’s barely 15 years old. how cute. you sit up while the ball bounces away. “were you playing basketball?” you say a little confused. “well, yeah” he says ponting to his curry jersey with a proud grin. “where do you score though?” “you don’t want to know, really…” he looks away from your narrowed eyes as he scratches the back of his head, hoping he wouldn’t have to explain.

another boy approaches you two, with the ball in his hands. “hey, you almost did it this time!” he says excitedly. “shut up, haechan” the first boy replies clenching his teeth and sending him glares. “what are you talking about, haechan?” you say smiling.

he now looked scared, but he knew he couldn’t lie. “we were trying to score… on your tent” he says lowly, praying for you not to hear him. “oh thank you, haechan, for telling me” you don’t stop smiling… as if you were going to kill him, he would say. but he couldn’t care less… every time he heard your name go through your lips, he shivered.

meanwhile chenle just stood there, wanting for you to call his name too. “my- my name is chenle… by the way” he speaks up. you look at him for the first time in a while. “oh, we are saying our names now…” you say amused. “i’m yn. i hope you find another place to score from now on… chenle” and just like that, his eyes opened widely.

he wasn’t expecting you to actually say his name. he didn’t know how to explain what he was feeling, but he sure knew he wanted to experience it a thousand times more.

for the rest of the summer, he purposely suggested to play basketball near your usual spot. he didn’t want to throw the ball directly at you like the first time, but he definitely wanted it to fall near you.

and when that happened, he shouted “i’ll go get it!”. he never really bothered to see if anyone else was going to catch it, no one ever wants to.

whenever it was time to get it, his eyes would go straight to you, gaze lingering for a moment before running back to his friends.

it didn’t take long for the other boys to realize it wasn’t the ball chenle wanted to catch every time it bounced away—it was your attention.

🏷️: @lyvhie

[pompillar]

Okay okay I have some thoughts to share on stigmas and the way they tie into the wish they made. It's not a fun one as much as it is character study and hoping to figure out how the wish and stigma correlate.

Jin - Bianerus - we all know this one, spoken command that compels you to obey at least for a bit of time. Which to me means his wish was born from a place of helplessness. He was in a situation where he had no control at all, so he probably wished for the control he lacked, the ability to make things go his way for once. This is most likely something with his family, his father and sister have been stated to be assholes so... There's that.

Tohma - Argeas - basically the ability to amplify his voice using waves, or sending vibrations into the ground for earthquake force. A bit interesting how he can use it in very different ways. How this reads to me is someone who feels unseen and unwanted, in a position where they feel they don't matter. His wish was most likely to be able to be heard and seen, to leave an impression. Wonder if it was his family like Jin, that made him feel that way.

Lucas - Iggnaim - a literal shield that can be used to block and bounce things away. This one is very easy, his wish was straight up to protect. To save someone, to keep them from harm, most likely his twin brother. (Full metal alchemist vibes???) So it plays perfectly into his knight behavior.

Kaito - ??? - so he's confusing. His stigma could be the enhanced vision making him able to see farther, clearer, read lips and possibly see auras? Idk how even Hyde is confused about it like why do the teachers not even know??? Pushing that aside, it gives me the feeling that he wished for something along the lines of being able to see through lies. Like he was dealing with constant lying and gaslighting and just people hiding things from him. And this was the direction his demon took the urge to see past falsehoods. (of course this is all assuming he's a ghoul... which I don't think he is *gestures to older post about my headcanon for the house of ardici*)

Alan - Yagsal Olbalsa - some type of super strength, possibly trance inducing as well. Oh I love him, this is a sad one though. This type of power would come from a type of powerless feeling much like Jin. But also similar to Luca. Alan's wish was most likely to defend himself or someone else because he felt completely helpless. He needed power, strength, and it was probably around the time of his father's murder that he made his wish.

Sho - Spurno - jams stuff... Ugh this translation kinda blows. Because I've seen another post talking about the Japanese version of it and jamming is not it honey. It's more like a disorienter, making things go in a different direction than planned. And when it's been enhanced it pushes things away. This is a very interesting one. So his wish could be interpreted as wanting something or someone to leave him alone or go away. He wished for distance by force. This could mean his home life might have been physically or verbally abusive. Possibly from his brother...

Leo - Haxs - enhanced hearing that can be boosted to hear further distances and through soundproofing. This is a tricky one because it could be as simple as him being nosey but that doesn't make sense with a demonic pact, it's not dire enough. He might be similar to Kaito in this regard. Tired of lies and sugar coated words he wished to be able to discern what was true. And his demon said heard, literally.

Haru - Bahnti - lessened gravity on his body for super speed. This man... He's got similar motive to Sho but the opposite direction. Looking at it like this he most likely wished to get away from something or someone. To be able to get as far away as fast as possible. Something had this man scared as all hell when he made that wish.

Towa - ??? - weather control? Can summon lightning and rain and possibly earthquakes? Wait is his power just natural disasters? Okay his stigma is very loose and completely weird to me. Truth be told I personally don't think he's a ghoul I think he's a fae. But if we're going on ghoul terms and he made a wish... Possibly he felt no control in his life. That everything was working against him. Depending on what demon he made a pact with they could have had a sense of humor and granted his wish in a very unorthodox way. Giving him control over weather but it's not by choice it's ruled by his emotions.

Ren - Raothtas - (I absolutely spelled it like the monster hunter dragon the first time ngl) so far it's only been used to clean things. So his is hard to determine as of right now... if I had to guess going by his attitude and some of the things he's said offhandedly I think his dad was possibly abusive and controlling to the point it made Ren hate him and interacting with people in general. Maybe a situation where if he kept the house clean his dad was nicer? Idk I'm spinning my wheels on this one. With not much to go on I can only go so far.

Taiga - Malab - ??? uhhhhh so there's not really anything to go off here. Most likely future sight based or something like that. Until we have more details I can't say anything here.

Romeo - Tiris - makes items into bombs, the stronger his attachment to it the bigger the blast. He is so fascinating for this. I couldn't quite get my head around it at first but I think I have half a thought now. His wish could have been something to do with getting rid of something. Possibly he had a prized possession from someone and they hurt him immensely. Causing him to wish things like physical proof of the connection would just disappear. The demon he made this wish with could have been particularly destructive and decided that disappear meant detonate.

Ritsu - Acimo - hardens his body and garments, nullifying damage. Okay this one seems very on the nose. Clearly he wished for either the power to defend himself or shield someone, or possibly that he couldn't be hurt again. We all know his dad is shit from what we heard so far. I wouldn't put it past him to beat his son. Or it could be other kids at school or anyone honestly. But it feels hard to change the idea that this power and wish came from a place of pain and wanting it to stop, either his own or someone elses.

Subaru - Talnandio - the power to see the past through touch, not really controllable either. Oh sweet multifaceted Subaru... you got traumatized for sure. This type of thing goes hand in hand with Leo's wish honestly. In my mind what Subaru wished for was to be able to see what actually happened or to see the truth. Possibly about the other idol he had an issue with. It could be that the wish was brought on because he felt the need to see what the man had done. Clearly him and Leo have some surprising similarities...

Haku - ??? - motherfucker says he doesn't like using it... I swear to god if his stigma is like fox fire or some shit I will lose it... Not a damn one of these bastards has a fire based power and I'm trying to piece the prologue into this!!!

Zenji - ??? - please give me a hint goddamn!!! I can't write anything for you if you don't sir...

Edward - ??? - *screeching and wailing* what are your stigmas????

Rui - ??? - a temporary pain reliever and healing magic. Rui... can you please get a less tragic backstory my guy? With that type of stigma the wish he made would have been similar to Luca I think. He needed to protect someone, or to save or fix them. Someone important to him might have been dying when he made his wish. But pacts aren't always perfect and you get what you get. If this is the case I doubt whoever he made this wish for survived...

Lyca - Ramsochisa - ability to track things by a smell from memory. Ugh stop it you're too tragic! This feels like it would have come from a wish along the lines of I need to find this person. Maybe Neros, maybe his birth parents. Somewhere down the line Lyca wanted to find them badly enough to wish on a demon for it.

Yuri - Agnihaet - increases brain activity, basically unlocking 100% of the brain for use. I love him because tbh I relate to what I think his wish was for. Someone in his life or a situation made him feel stupid. Or straight up called him stupid to his face. His pride can't handle that. That wish was most likely to be able to prove that he's smart no matter what. So his demon said okay, here's the rest of your human brain enjoy!

Jiro - ??? - involuntary ability to mirror damage onto the dealer, including poison and injections. Ughhhh, my baby... I don't wanna be right. But it's hard to avoid going there. Someone was hurting him, and badly. Enough to make him wish for the pain to stop, for his own safety. For the people or person doing it to him to feel what he's feeling. Almost just a true venegence type of thing. It was definitely from a dark, desperate place that he made this wish. And his demon was thorough about granting it, as it should be... (call that demon me the way it decided to protect him like that)

So in conclusion we have some different base desires in these wishes:

The need for power or control: Jin, Tohma, Alan, Yuri

The need to protect others or oneself: Lucas, Sho, Haru, Ritsu, Rui, Jiro

The need to seek the truth: Kaito, Leo, Subaru, Lyca(?)

TBA: Towa, Ren, Taiga, Romeo, Haku, Zenji, Edward

I'm defintely going to update this in the future when we learn more. I feel like this is a fun character analysis tbh... but zzg gimme the stigmas you bastards!!!

[zombocomme]

Canonically, Copia had a gun, Jimmy has like a ?semi-auto?, I wonder what perpetua has strappt..got me thinking...

PAPA/ministry firearms HC incomming!!!

Nihil-

that Hippy in him is like war is lame and guns are too, but personally i think he probably owns an heriloom black powder musket. Not just cuz it's old, (you ashol) but because there is nimble skill involved with using those things, and think it's almost soothing. Like tea ceremonies but for that particularly respected musket that did something super heroic and very satanic, idk, took down a biblically accurate angel BBG trying enact 'gods wrath' on the Satanists in the ministry... but the real star, because always somn' extra in that dude's number of children and guns.

Mf carries a holy relic desert eagle in his little gold silk purse. so he can blow away the next dumbass though the door, the fridge, and the neighbor's fridge that tries to come for him.

Seestorr!!!:

that woman, straight up, has a fucking GHLOCK tucked on her personality at all times. It has a custom Grucifix Grip and all the bullets are unholy-blessed. She never misses. Tho she prefers the 'personal' experience of knives most. She will cuuuuut yewww!

But bless it, we all know damn well she finna dual weird in this bitch, and wouldn't it be funny that the colt she keeps is seven inches long.

"Is that a colt in your pocket sist or are you just happy to *BLAM*!" NO PHUCKS given... man's ass has a literally bullet in it... ya know.. "to rip him a new asshole" as Sistor put it.

*MORE under the cut :3*

Primo

: idk maybe he doesn't like guns,he'd rather duel by sword... or with Pokémon cards, he learned about those and got obsessed. Regularly duels. He runs the Poison Type Gym, but if the player wants to throw hands or, satanas forbid, come after the man or his own, I guarantee it's gonna be a Inglorious Bastards situation, mf had *something* pointed under the table the whole time. Has no qualms about calmly blowing off kneecaps. In fact, if a little blood spatter hits him, he smiles.

Secondo:

you know I feel like he'd enjoy a nice pump action shotgun, the chuk-chuk sends intruders running before he has to do anything, but man's takes care of his ranch property. I do think he'd fit in the 'gentlemanlu sport' of hunting game with a beautiful, simple yet elegant, long rifle. Wears big hats and brings one of his Ghouls to retrieve water fowl. One and done, doesn't like to shoot more than once if he can help it. He's not eager to drop bullets on things. Stingy about ammo. Helluva shot tho...

And his home smoked elk sausage is BANGER!

Terzo:

I'm inclined to say he doesn't like them. But I feel like he probably goes to a range to blow off steam, has an interest in trying many different types and styles, like an artistic respect for the mechanics and quality of the weaponry. Hes like that with most weapens, guilty pleasure, watches forged in fire show for this reason. Likes to comentate. But the humble opinion is,

Either he has a 22 with a dangle cutesy on the end of it or

The man has a custom unholy mary (zombie queen) grip, and like kisses it before he fires to take someone's life, dramatically with angry tears and all that. 9mm.

Copia

Cardinal to Papa Copia: ministry standard issue Ghlock.

9mm. Goes to the range with frequency. Makes fairly accurate shots, but is also clutzy af. Some of the bullseye hits were because like, the gun went off and the bullet ricochet. He's convinced one day he can like unholy compact learn to bend bullets, like that one movie. To be cool...

But as

FRATER,

with his brothers ressurected, they go paintballing every second Tuesday. Terzo wanted Lazer tag. Secondo wanted to do airsoft. Primo was like paintball is a good inbetween... Copia arrived with his consol and controller because he thought they were going to play COD.

PERPETUA

-undecidedly I think he's still trying things out with everyone. But more often than not, he just wants to do the Halo 3, Co-Op campaign with Copia. Copia's being an ass about it tho and is playing fortnight in this room instead...

JIM DEFROQUE

-Oh he is all about the quality of 'military issue' and bicc boy rifles. Either he storms in with a fucking AR to take out chiropterans, or he's doing some sniper shit. Hes pretty practiced and versetile because well, its kind expected in the south... he's decent in several.

Man's has his license for his hunting seasons and regularly hunts the Javelina Hogs in Texas. Jimmy knows how to cook, so while he is kinda typical American Loves Guns trope, and open carries a well loved classic Smith and Wesson Revolver model, usually he's shooting at a range or doing some hunting in the woods out back. He likes the quiet time of that. The watching the waiting. The stillness and hum of nature, very stress releiving.

He does SCREATCH "wwWWOOOO!!" All loud and hollaring like the deep down country boy he is when he nabs a 12 point buck!

Can't decide if I need him to shoot all over my back, or take me out back and shoot me.

[thydungeongal]

When it comes to generating damage numbers from 1 digit to 5 digits, I would make the damage be you select dice from a pool and so different things. At first you only sum the selected dice, then you do two selections, a smaller selection that gets squared then summed with the second larger selection. Both selections grow until you unlock a cube selection.

I understand certain players might not be able to cube/square double digit numbers quickly in their heads, but I think this is the most satisfying way to set-up a jrpg style set-up.

Actually different kinds of selections to do math with would be fun. I've heard of rolling "stamina dice" and then using the pool to fuel different actions on your turn - and saving some for reactions off turn. If I was doing jrpg shenanigans I'd want to incorporate that too

These are all great ideas imo! Some of them are somewhat impractical, but idk I like it when games let me play around with numbers :3 I would maybe not do all of these in the same game, but as potential dice tricks one COULD do they're really fun to think about and crunch numbers about!

That stamina dice idea is really cool by the way! I haven't seen that exact implementation, but what I have seen in a few games (like Rune and Panic at the Dojo) is a system where players roll a pool of dice at the beginning of a turn and those dice rolls are then divided by the player into their character's actions. Some actions might require specific face values, some may allow you to put multiple dice in for greater effect, etc. Something like that I think could also be fun!

[sillystarr565]

what do you think little smilk’s age range is? he sounds really small from what you’ve said

I don’t think there’s like a specific age he regresses too personally,, esp after like one bajillion years of living an being immortal and all that it’s hard to narrow it down to som numbers (totally not projecting my own inability to know what range I go byy… not at all,,,) but!!! I made a little diagram thingy that hopefully shows my thoguhts (clic for better quality!!)

so sos so again I don’t feel like there’s like, just one specific range he reverts to, I’d imagine constantly getting older (with no end in sight it seems) he’ll be bound to slip into many various states n phases generally but there are three stages I thinks about real often (yap incoming,, under the cut to save some space :3)

I feel like he’d (on rare occasion) indulge himself in his old scriptures n notes an stuff during his time as the fount of knowledge, allowing himself to remember who he was and in a way embracing that initial truth he pushed himself away from in a more gentle way, reminiscing on more nicer memories and so on instead of playing the fool all the time..,, by doing that he’d kinda go in this half kinda regression? Like a mix between his playful jester-sona and Fount of Knowledge if that makes sense,, like getting excited again by his old works n kind of sparking that original passion he had for learning and sharing information n stuff, and wanting to ramble to his minions about it while keeping up that playfulness he’s grown to personify as a jester!

I mentioned this on the first little smc post I made ever in the tags that I dont know if he would know about his own regression or not, but his default or most common behaviour for me is like,, the low energy, unusually calm kind of one ya knoww? When he’s out of it he wouldn’t really be able to keep up that quirky silly energetic funny guy act I think!! He’s small and he can’t process that!! he’s just got a lot (or maybe nothing at all even) on his mind,, Like usually you’d just think at first glance someone who was like this was just tired or something n brush it off,, but it’s really odd when that person is shadow milk cookie?!!! anyway he’s lowww energy little guy,, he’d like to do his arts n crafts n stuff, though his artwork may be a bit sloppier than his usual standards,, but he’s small!! He don’t care he just want to draw fr! don’t really wanna talk lots,, short answers and huffs,,, and and I think he’d like reading too!! Reading is good he likes doing that n will read up on folklore n children’s literature especially.. fairytales…… rrhahahgg!!

And little!!! Little guy with the short hair on the right side umm,,m is kind a a self indulgent thing for myself I’ll be honest,, I jus really like drawin little very teeny tinys but!! I would like to imagine smc shapeshifting physically smaller when small after he realizing/understanding when this happens, and accepting that part of himself after a little while of denial and shame with Pv being there to help him along of course (don’t ever be ashamed! Of! Regresssing!!! Btw!! You’re healing and coping and that is wonderful!!!)

I think he’d start off doing it as like,, jus a way to get Pv’s attention lots more easily maybe if he’s in a more playful mood or something but Idk maybe he’d potentially just. Start doing it subconsciously if he does it enough times to get used to it

Anyway!!! That’s the end of my yap thank you for reading an if you didn’t that’s :p sorry if anything was confusing I have a bit of trouble explaining things

[mayahawkesfirstwife]

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You don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone, my dear.

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Pairings: Toxic! Cheater! Manipulative! Se-mi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Se-mi realizes she messed up with her girlfriend far too late.

Warnings: Angst, cheating, sexting, nudes, manipulation, toxic relationship, reader goes back after Se-mi cheats, smut, fingering, etc.

Author Note: I kinda hate this and I might delete it…but oh well! The ending was kinda like wtf why would u end it like that but I DIDN’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO😔 Sorry if theres any spelling mistakes or anything like that!

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She cheated.

She cheated again.

You cried in your bed, sobbing into your silk pillow as you scroll through the screenshots your friend sent you of the messages between your girlfriend Se-mi and this so called Hana.

She has done this god knows how many times, this was the third time you caught her.

You hadn’t said anything to her yet, you were afraid. Almost as if she knew what you were doing, your phone buzzes.

My love💞💞 is calling

You sigh, pressing decline as you shake your head, you sit up and wipe your tears, trying to watch the show playing on your TV but the tears keep falling.

You phone buzzes a few times until you finally pick it up.

My love💞💞 babyyyy

My love💞💞 y aren’t u picking up the phone??

My love💞💞 hello?????

My love💞💞 wyd???

My love💞💞 baby?

My love💞💞 are you with another girl rn????

That sets you off. How fucking ironic.

You idk ask Hana in ur phone.

My love💞💞 what?

My love💞💞 baby answer my call

You no fuck you

You don’t call me again

You we’re done

My love💞💞 baby wtf????

My love💞💞 idk any Hana

My love💞💞 stop lying

My love💞💞 hello???

You so wtf is this then?

My love💞💞 she came onto me

You clearly not

My love💞💞 baby, cmon?

My love💞💞 it was just one time

My love💞💞 i regret it

You don’t text this number again

You we’re done, i’m serious.

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You always fell for her games.

But this time was different.

Se-mi. I miss u bby

Se-mi. ik u miss me too

Se-mi. cmon

You I told u not to text my number, Se-mi.

Se-mi. honey, cmon?

Se-mi. miss u sm

Se-mi. I promise i won’t do it again

You u always say that

Se-mi. babyyy

Se-mi. I mean it this time🙁

You idk

Se-mi. plsss

Se-mi. come over????

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You knew it was wrong.

Especially this time.

You didn’t even want this.

But there you were, having gone a few rounds with her, your fingers thrusting hard into her, “Fuck!” She groans, tossing her head back.

“You like it?” You hum, she nods, eyes droopy.

She leans in to kiss you, you turn your head away and look down at your hand as your wrist moves back and forth.

She grabs your face, “Kiss me.” She mutters, pulling you in.

Once your lips touch, you flinch back quickly, “I can’t.” You shake your head.

“Why not? Shit! Fuck, slow down.” She groans, gripping your arm as your pace sped up and you curl your fingers, trying to avoid talking to her.

She moans loudly, “I’m gonna cum!” She squeezes your arm as she came around your fingers.

You pull back after she finishes and sit back beside her, knees curled to your chest.

You felt like shit. You didn’t even really want all of this. You just wanted to spend time with her. One last time.

“Babe?”

You look down, pulling the grey blanket over you more, “Hm?” You reply.

“I said, are you okay?” She repeats.

“Oh, yeah, m’fine.” You nod, moving your chin to rest it on your knees.

“Hey, can you ask you something?” She asked, sitting up right.

You sigh, “Yeah?” You said, moving to look at her.

“Why…uh-why don’t you let me kiss you?”

You froze and turn away, “I dunno…” You lie.

“Just tell me. I thought you wanted this again?” She said, rubbing your knee, you look at her hand.

“I just…I think of your lips on all the others girls…from before.” You mutter, tearing up.

“Baby, come on. We talked about this. It was a mistake, I love you.” She said, grabbing your cheeks in her hands.

You look up at her, “Do you love me too?” She asks, you hesitate.

She leans in, kissing you, it was passionate, loving even.

Until she reaches down and spreads your thighs, you pull back quickly, “I can’t.” You shook your head, shutting your legs.

“We already did, though? What’s your problem?” She says, confused.

“I think…I don’t think I love you anymore.” You said.

“What?” She scoffs, you look up slowly at her. “I-I didn’t even want to come here…I just wanted to see you one last time.” You said, tears falling down your face.

“What do you mean?” She asked, she grabs your hand and you pull it back, letting out a sob.

“I-I’m moving out of Korea with my mom. I leave tomorrow.”

She froze.

“Wait…what?” She said, your lip quivers. “She got a job opportunity in the United States and she’s leaving. I figured i’d go with her…for a fresh start.” You explain.

“Baby, no, you can’t. What about us?” She grabs your face, you shake your head.

“Se-mi, theres no us, not anymore. You put me through too much.” You sob.

“Baby, please? Don’t leave me. We can get past this, there is an us.” She said, hopefully, pulling you closer.

“There stopped being an us the second you fucked your co-worker and lied about it.” You snap, pushing her away.

“God, you’re unbelievable.” You exhale.

“I just…I can’t lose you. I seriously don’t know what i’d do.” She said with a sigh.

“You’ll meet someone new, maybe you could…treat her well? Be faithful to her, okay?” You smile weakly.

“No! No, I don’t want to meet someone new. I want you.” She says.

You tilt your head, “Se-mi, we’d never work, not after everything you’ve done. If you hadn’t done what you did…things would be different. But it’s too late, you can’t change the past.” You said.

She lets a few tears fall down her face, “Y/n, y/n, please don’t leave…” She cries, “I swear to god…I’ll change for you. I don’t know if I see myself with anyone else. I can’t do this without you.” She sobs.

You rub her cheek, wiping a tear off her cheek and kissing her softly.

You pull back and rest your forehead on hers, “I used to think that too, but I know now…it’s going to be okay.” You said, you get up and start to get dressed.

She watches you while she regrets everything, tears rolling down her face.

She puts her T-shirt on and some sweatpants, “Please, don’t go.” She says, her voice cracking.

You exhale, putting your shoes on and she kneels in front of you. “I’d do anything for you…baby. Anything. ”She said.

“Just you.” She places her hands on your knees as she sighs.

“I can’t stay, Se-mi. It’s too late, my flight leaves in the morning. It’ll be okay, mhm?” You said, trying not to break down.

“Can I come with you?”

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