#i was in the mood for making one so👉🏻👈🏻

[aelvsbyn-if]

Nsfw

ROs reactions to getting walked in on as they're getting physical with the MC? Spice level of what "getting physical" means at your discretion. 👉🏻👈🏻

Bc i know you will enjoy answering this.

Oh, you're cheeky! You saw what I asked L ;)

Lol ty shadowkisschy <3

First I wasn't even sure who would walk in on them because... MC has their own house. But then it struck me.

Annoying neighbor introduction time.

NSFW—very long—under the cut. Took me ages, but yeah, it was a lot of fun lol

"Damn these young city people, can't even cut back some hedges," he mumbles under his breath as he drags his long legs across your floor, "and leaving their door open on top of that. Irresponsible. Do they think just because we live in the countryside there are no robbers?" Arvid hates mess and untidiness. And today, he spotted that your hedges are just growing wild, without being trimmed into any shape or form. And he does not approve.

To be fair, it's not like he gave you a lot of time to change the state of your hedges. But that's what Arvid's like; he doesn't care how long you've been here or how much time you have, he only cares about the "mess" you make next to him.

It's not like Arvid is a horrible person; he can be very nice, kind and polite, even outright helpful at times. But when he's not in a good mood—which happens a lot—he evolves into your typical grumpy and cantankerous old man.

He calls out to you, but you're way too busy to hear him.

The door of your bedroom opens. "[Name], you left your door open— Oh."

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In a panic, you try to push Felix off of you, but he's not budging. Instead, he drags the blanket over both of your bodies. "We're not done yet, pet," he murmurs in your direction. Then he turns towards Arvid with a lazy grin, who seems to be frozen in place, unsure of what to do. "Wanna join or just watch, old man?"

Arvid stammers an apology before slamming the door shut. You playfully hit Felix on the shoulder, your face bright red. "Was that really necessary?"

He chuckles. "I'm just joking around, you know that. I wouldn't want to share you with his old, saggy ass. Now, where were we..."

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Nea yelps and quickly covers herself, only herself, with the blanket. You look at her, slight disappointment written all over your face. She smiles sheepishly.

"I'll uh... we'll talk later. Sorry. Your door was open." Arvid disappears behind the closing door, deeply embarrassed. You sigh.

"You could have at least shared the blanket, you know," you chuckle.

"I'm so sorry, I panicked," she squeaks as she pulls off the blanket again. "Well... Rain check? That really killed the mood..."

You smile at her. "Okay, rain check. But next time you're not getting away so easily."

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Ivar almost falls out of your bed, but you grab his hand just in time to pull him back. Both of your faces turn red as you look at Arvid in confusion. "What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?!"

"I—You—The hedges—Nevermind." He hurriedly closes the door again. You blink slowly.

"What..."

Ivar sighs. "I'm... not sure. Rain check or continue where we left off? I don't mind if you don't." He raises an eyebrow in question.

You smile. "Let's continue then."

His lips find yours once more.

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The next thing you see is one of your sex toys flying straight towards Arvid's head. He ducks away just in time, with better reaction time that you would have expected of him. Your head spins around to find Alda's eyes. But she's not looking at you; with a face contorted into a raging mask she glares at Arvid.

"OUT! NOW!"

Another sex toy flies towards him, but he slams the door shut just in time, and it bounces off the door instead.

You look at Alda, speechless. You never would have thought to ever see sex toys flying through your room, but that's just Alda for you. Expect the unexpected.

She turns towards you, her eyes soft again. It's as if she was never mad. "You okay?" She caresses your cheek in a calming gesture.

You nod slightly. "That was... intense," you answer her. She. She was intense.

She smiles at you lovingly. "Sorry if I startled you, I didn't mean to. Wanna continue? Or no?"

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Orvar quickly throws a blanket over your body. They gaze at Arvid threateningly. "Get out," they growl. You can feel the reverberation of their words through the mattress.

Arvid's eyes widen and he audibly gulps before closing the door swiftly.

Orvar sighs and closes his eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose and softly massages it.

You put a hand on his shoulder. "You want a rain check?"

He stops in his motion and turns towards you. His eyes are nearly black with lust as he answers you. "You're not getting away that easily, little lamb."

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Saga regards Arvid with a cold gaze and pulls the blanket up to cover both of you.

"If you know what's good for your health, you close that door and don't come back."

He does as Saga tells him; he knows better than to anger one of the most influential people in a one hundred kilometer radius even more than he already has.

She sighs and dips her head. "Rain check? Please. This killed my mood."

You smile at her apologetically. "Sorry. I should have locked the door."

Her head raises again and she smiles back at you, shaking her head softly. "You probably should have; next time, you better not forget."

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Mara throws the blanket completely over you, sending a variety of sex toys flying with the motion. You pull the blanket off of your head so you can at least see again.

She gets up from the bed and slowly walks towards Arvid. "Five." She cracks her fingers. "Four." She doesn't blink, her eyes fixed on Arvid. "Three."

Finally, Arvid wakens from his frozen state and slams the door shut before Mara can count down once more.

She sighs and turns around, a smile on her lips. "Good. Let's continue."

Would she really have...?

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Rasmus grabs the blanket before you get a chance to, and lets it slide to the floor. Then, he grins at Arvid. "You want a piece of them? Too bad. You're not invited, old geezer. Get lost." Both you and Arvid stare at him as if he just grew another head.

Then, without another word, and way too embarrassed to even glance in your direction, Arvid turns around and closes the door.

You need a moment to gather yourself. But then you explode. "Why the fuck did you take the blanket away?!"

Rasmus' grin only grows. "Because I knew he would be too embarrassed to look. And I like you way better without covers."

Your head bright red, you smack his shoulder softly. "Asshole. And perv."

He tuts and softly holds your chin in his hand. "Admit it, you like it when I'm a pervy asshole."

Fuck, he's right.

Once more, he closes the distance between you.

[princessbrunette]

You know how sometimes rafe just says “kiss” when he wants reader to come and give him one…. how would he react if one time he said it but instead of getting up on your tippy toes to kiss him lips, you drop to your knees and kiss his bulge through his dress pants 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

but what about this with boxer!rafe before he heads off to training ……. standing there in a muscle tank and sweatpant-shorts all strong n tall :( he comes into the kitchen to say goodbye to you before he heads out, waving you over n commanding a gentle “kiss.”

you skip over, in a mood especially after seeing how good he looks n you just can’t help yourself, you bend at the knees and press a long kiss to his crotch, pulling away with a sweet little smile and standing up straight once more.

when you’re back at full height, he simply stares at you with a knowing smirk before speaking once more. “gonna give me a real kiss like i asked or do you just wanna suck me off? hm?”

“can’t a girl have both?” you bat your lashes, giggling at your own joke and he grips your waist, left hand sliding round to your lower back and firmly pushing so you fall against him, rafe manhandling you with such an ease that would come naturally to a boxer. he licks his lips and tilts his head, eyes on your mouth. “i’m going to be late. give me a real kiss.” he enunciates, and you can’t help but feel the way his crotch presses right up against you.

“you dont have any time?” you pout and licks at the back of his teeth shaking his head.

“wish i did.” he makes the move himself, leaning down and pressing a warm, wet kiss to your lips before pulling away only slightly. “want that shit wet for me when i get through those doors later on, alright? gonna wanna blow off some steam, you got me yeah? you’ll do that for me?”

“yes rafe.” you breathe out obediently, letting your eyes flutter open to look up into his as he stares you down.

“mm, good.” he slaps your ass before stepping out of your space, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen island, headed towards the door. “well then i’ll see you later.”

꒰ 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 ꒱

[urauntiefaye]

Omgg, I was the anon who requested the “bulging” and girl….u had me biting my hand, bouncing of the walls, ovulating like an omega waiting to be fucked HARD by both fuma and kei(u can clearly tell who my biases are)

A knee ways, I’m here again to request again👉🏻👈🏻…what do u think &team’s fav positions are AND with overstimulation(that leads to squirting cus we freaky hehe) and if u don’t mind, can I be 🍧 anon cus I’m gon be visiting here VERY often🤭🤭

&Team Favorite Positions+Overstimulating/Squirting 🔞

WC: 1753

TW: Smut, Overstimulation, Squirting, AFAB reader, slapping in Yuma's, oral in Takis, unprotected sex, bandage in Yuma, usage of toys in Yuma's, spanking in Makis, sex in front of mirror in Nicholas, orgasm denial in Makis, slight choking in Keis and Fumas, BDSM/Bondage in Yumas, Not Proof Read, if uncomfortable with any of these don't read, Let me know if I forgot anything!

A/N: Teehee🤭💞, I’m glad you liked it anonie~, and yesss of course you can be 🍧 anon!, omg my first emoji anon so exciting~

Kei-

Kei has a few favorite positions in my opinion. I don't think he can choose just one. The first position is you on your back and legs over his shoulders. His hand switches between resting on your thighs or ankles. Even having your lower half lifting off the bed. The second one would be you on top of him, but he's laying down and you're laying down on top of him fully. back against his chest. He wraps one arm around your waist and his other hand on your throat as he fucks up into you. Honestly any position where he can control you and has power over you. Also loves putting you in head lock in the position or when you're in doggy position. And like I've said in a previous post, Kei is very competitive. So he loves to overstimulate you, either by rubbing your clit so much, or just by fucking you for hours. He just wants to know how many times you can cum, and has a set goal for you too. Like tonight you're coming 6 times. Because of this it always leads to you squirting all over the place.

Fuma-

Hmm, so I see it as three positions, but each one depends on his mood?, so the classic missionary where he can see you and hold your hand, resting his forehead against yours as he whispers sweet words is for when he's in a soft loving mood. Cowgirl where he's sitting up hands on your hips and ass, is when he's tired, he'll still take care of you but he's so exhausted. Plus he just loves seeing you riding his cock and struggling to keep yourself up. And doggy style where he is either pulling your hair or putting you in a headlock is when he's pent up with frustration or is just super fucking horny needs to let it all out. When you're in doggy position is when he's the roughest with you too, going at it for so long even though you both already came. He's not done until he's let everything out of his system, leading to him overstimulating not just you but him as well. It usually won't end till he has you squirting at least twice and his cum is flooding out of you.

Nicholas-

Loooooves back shots so much, it feels so good for you. And he loves just seeing how you willingly bend over for him, shaking your ass begging for him. Not just that but he also loves when there's a body mirror in front of you. Being able to see your face contour in pleasure because of how good he's making you feel. Also loves having you take him while sitting in his lap, but your back against his, legs spread wide so he can see how you take his dick. Makes you look at the mirror too, if you look away he's slapping your thighs. Uses overstimulation as a punishment most of the time. Forcing you to ride him as he rubs your clit, gripping your face to keep you from looking away from the mirror. He won't let you go until you're a crying whining mess, but even then he most likely won't. Not until you're squirting so much it even gets on the mirror. He rubs your clit hard and fast when you're squirting too, maybe even slapping it.

Euijoo-

Loves when you ride him, especially if you're facing him. Wants to be sitting up while doing it, your legs wrapped around his waist. He loves this for so many reasons, 1. Is because he can see all of you, especially your face, he can't get enough of how beautiful you look moaning his name 2. It's easy access to your body, his hands can touch you everywhere and 3. He can shove his face in your chest and easily lick and suck on your nipples. Wants you to ride forever, begs you to not stop, if you’re tired that's okay. He can just hold onto your hips and rut up into you. Usually hugs you in this position too, he can't let go. Won't let go until he can see his and your juices mixed together making a mess on both of your thighs. But when it gets to this point you're so far gone, head in the clouds. Slumped against his body as he has his way with yours. It gets so much that you end up squirting all over soaking his lower tummy and your thighs even more.

Yuma-

I don't think he has a set favorite one 🤔, but if he had to choose it'll probably be you in one of those sex swings, or your ankles and wrist cuffed to the bed spreading you out like a starfish. Doesn't matter if you're on your back, or your stomach. He just loves how it leaves you so vulnerable to him, and how much easy access he has to your body in these positions. Also loves overstimulating you, it's one of his favorite pastimes. He's doing it in so many ways too, either it's with shoving a vibrating dildo in you with a g-spot vibrator along with a butt plug and another fucking vibrator against your clit. He won't even touch you in those moments, just watches you as he plays with your hair. Seeing how you squirm and moan from it being ‘too much’. Even when he replaced the dildo with his actual meaty heavy dick, he still kept the g-spot vibrator and the vibrator on your clit. He's slapping your thighs, chest, ass, face honestly anywhere on your body with either his hand or a whip. Also probably has nipple clamps on you(this man is into BDSM and no you can not tell me otherwise🫵🏻). You always end up squirting so much, but even then he won't stop. He sees it as a game on how much he can get you to squirt.

Jo-

I feel like Jo really likes having sex on the side? Like you're both cuddling, doesn't matter if you're facing him or if your ass is pressed against him. Lifts your leg up and fucks you, he just finds it so easy and soft too. Possibly kind of rolls you over/pins you against the bed as he rocks his hips against yours. It also gives him easy access to your neck, and he loves marking you up too. He can honestly fuck you for so long without cumming. It's not that it takes him a while to cum, more so that I feel like Jo is just really good at holding it back. He switches between going soft and rough though. He won't allow himself to cum till you squirt though. Which does happen because he drags the sex out for so long. But he sees you squirting as like an achievement and him cumming is his reward.

Harua-

Any- okay just …. Hear me out on this one guys. I really think Harua loves any position. Doesn't matter what it is, BUT he may have a little bit more of a preference for one position. I don't know what it's called, but it's where you're laying on your back. Legs up in the air but pressing against each other. He loves it because it gives him access to your pussy better plus it allows him to see his dick slipping in and out of you. Usually holds the back of your knees, and when he gets close he's pushing them against your chest. Omg he loves having your legs pressed against your chest, having you hold them there as he travels his hands down to your pussy. Spreading your folds so he can see better, even rubbing your clit while doing so. It always gets so much for you, especially since he's had you cum three times on his mouth. He doesn't really mean to overstimulate you, he just can't get enough of how your moans get higher and how you scrunch your face when cumming. Because of this you end up squirting, and he would kill to see it again. Would def want you to squirt in his mouth at some point.

Taki-

Whatever position he can get you in, at the moment, and as long as he can have his hands on your tummy. It's usually missionary or doggy style. He doesn't really think about it, just shoves you down and takes you. He also just loves your tummy no matter the size, I really think he has a thing for tummies smh. He's super hypersexual too, and loves having sex. He’s addicted to it and the feeling of cumming. So when you do have sex he can go many many MANY rounds with you. He won't even really take any breaks, just keeps going even though you both already came. If and when you do squirt he's probably not stopping them either. He's obsessed with that shit and wants to see it again. If you need a break from penetration, that's chill he'll just eat you out instead which again he can do for hours. Eating you out is his favorite thing in the world, especially if you squirt all over his face. Yeah, sex with Taki is super messy in my opinion.

Maki-

Backshots/doggy style, I feel like Maki is an ass guy. Plus it gives him control over your body, loves where he can just stand there, gripping your hips and slamming your ass against his dick. Plus it gives him easy access to slapping and grabbing your ass. Loves pulling your hair in this position too, or shoving your face in the pillow and having one of his legs on the floor, and one on the bed to angle his hips better to reach even more sensitive spots in you. When it comes to overstimulating he probably doesn't do it every night. But when he does he gets crazy with it. Rubbing and slapping your clit to no end, never letting up his thrust. Might even start with orgasm denial at first until you're begging him to let you cum. But when he oh so generously lets you it's not just once, he's having you cum so much that it triggers you to squirt, soaking the bed sheets and your thighs. If you thought you were done there…well let's just say you might want to think again because he won't stop until you're begging again.

[lild00td00t]

Hi, I hope you are doing well! Can I request headcanons on how Crocodile, Buggy, Mihawk and Doflamingo would propose to their s/o or how they would react if their s/o was the one to propose to them? (Which ever you feel like is fine! :))

Have a great day!

One Piece War Lords: Proposing to their S/O

This was so adorable thank you for requesting the War Lords!! I’ll have to write a part 2. Buggy was honestly my favorite for a bit… 👉🏻👈🏻 but these are gonna be so HELLA friggin cheesy. I’m a hopeless romantic.. so please… COURT ME LIKE WE’RE IN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE.

Buggy

• He’s so nervous, his hands are clammy, even on the inside of his gloves sweat is lining along the fabric of them. He’s talked it over to himself multiple times, rationalizing the best and worst case scenario.

• He can’t help but melt when he sees you with the promise ring he gifted. He sweats bullets when you tease him about getting married… at dinner he nearly choked, and poor Mr.3 nearly had a heart attack just trying to dislodge the food that got caught in his throat. But he felt like that a majority of the times you discussed it. Like something was lodged in his throat and cutting off his air.

• So when you’re watching the crew bring a haul back on the ship, hands on your hips in a relaxed stance, you barely notice when he slips a ring on your finger, and he discreetly prays you don’t say anything about it until you screech and throw your arms around him, his body probably splits in 2 out of shock- this poor man -

• “ How does it feel knowing you’re going to be married to the future pirate king ?! Flashy ?! As it should feel?! “ Then the second you romanticize over the idea he practically hemorrhages 🥲

Mihawk

• The most poetic. God - he probably leaves you little poems every where, and they’re all based on you <3

• Your dates are so adorable. Like picnics, or going on row boats. It’s so quiet on the water, so you don’t notice when he slips down on one knee, clasping your hands in his while presenting a ring.

• You nearly flip the boat when you finally comprehend what’s happening but luckily your better half is much more calm and collected.. he was prepared for this reaction.. atleast he thinks he was -

• He kisses your knuckles, then overlaps your hands with his and holds them to his heart

• “ It seems as though the love saga of my poems will continue until death do us part…“

Crocodile

• Posessive..

• He truly is materialistic and is telling the truth. You genuinely will get what you want. But he can see it in your eyes that you’re not after his money, or his valuables or even his status. He can see the way you adoringly look up to him when he talks. And he’s not used to such an innocent form of love you offer.

• He feels that you must be protected, for what you make him feel is vulnerability. Which scares him. Because no one has ever made him feel that way before. So when the time is right, most likely on a starry night when you’re on a walk he’ll stop, just long enough to kneel and pull out the box, just long enough for you to realize what he’s doing. And with that, he confesses his love

• “ With this ring, you are mine.. whatever you want you can have. You will always be treated with my respect and my love, nothing will ever be enough to satiate how I feel for you. No amount of gold compares to that ring on your finger, for it holds the greatest power in all the world.. my promise to you. “

Doflamingo

• Like crocodile he’s possessive.. but with a sweet?? Spin ?? To it ???

• The moment he slips the ring on your finger he brings your hand to his lips for a sweet kiss, giving you that bone chilling smile while keeping his lips pressed to your skin.

• He doesn’t make a big, fancy show out of it. Because he knows that you don’t need everyone to know. It’s obvious that you’re his

• You listen when he talks. You’re never put off by his nightmares or bad moods. You urge him to talk about his brother and family. You talk about starting a new one… as a second chance.

• “ A second chance for the Heavenly Demon.. “ he thinks to himself, lost in thought. You weren’t scared to say that he was flawed, but it didn’t matter, because you could work on it together

• “ As long as you are mine, you will be taken care of and no one, I mean no one, will ever mistreat you ever again, lest they want my wrath… “ And he means it. He means every word of it. He would wage wars in your name, bring cities to the ground, and split the ocean in two if he could, unlike crocodile, who is alittle more materialistic with his promises. <3

[acapelladitty]

Not a new request, but I'd love to know if you'd consider writing the Batfam!FReader x Riddler fic request I sent a while ago. Only if you want to, of course. ✨🥹👉🏻👈🏻

bargaining chip

Summary - After catching the latest villain on the block, you find that's there's more to the Riddler than meets the eye as you make him a very fun, very selfish, offer.

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[tw for: mild violence, mild blood, facesitting, teasing, dubcon(ish), oral sex (f!recieving), coming untouched]

Adrenaline thrumming through your veins and making your hands shake as you hold them tight against your side, you hold Bruce's eye as he scans the nearby rooftops for the easiest potential exit. Not quite exhausted yet, despite the long events of the patrol, Bruce was all business as usual.

"There's been a Clayface sighting at the Sionis dock. I'll need to investigate Karlo’s links to the recent shipments of weapons which Sionis has signed off his name to so I’ll leave you to clean up here and haul him down to the GCPD."

The 'him' in question scowled as he was spoken about as though he weren't there.

Edward Nygma.

Calling himself ‘The Riddler’, his recent spree of organised robberies had caught Gotham’s attention due to the very public nature of the various clues he had left pointing to both his identity and his next target. His genius-level intellect had left Bruce in a fouler mood than usual as he was forced to play a game of cat-and-mouse which had eventually ended with this ‘Riddler’ being apprehended after a very limited, honestly pathetic, physical fight.

Eyeing Bruce with a staunch nod, you agree to his decision and refrain from an eyeroll as he takes the opportunity to disappear in an instant and without any further need for discussion. Typical behaviour, one which always irritated in how unnecessary it was.

In the silence which follows, heavy in the warm air of the approaching night, Edward is the one to finally break it.

“I think I hate him.” Edward confesses, slightly nasally in his delivery as his nose remained slightly bloodied from an earlier elbow which had landed squarely on the sensitive flesh.

“You wound him up.” Tilting your head down at Edward, his hands very tightly bound against his chest, you feel a slight moment of pity for him as he lays there like a snapped marionette doll. “Why bother trying to take on Batman when you can’t handle the consequences? Or at least fight?”

“This city is packed with fools and ingrates, people whose appreciation would be better if they actually had to think for once in their miserable little lives.”

You didn’t necessarily disagree but it would be bad form to give any criminal an inch and so you shrug your shoulders without any commitment.

“Say what you want, but you’re just a thief with flair. Is that really so impressive? Can you say you’re better than any of us?”

“Brutes and philistines,” Edward sniffs, his disdain clear, “I would expect better from a pretty little bird who seems to have something rattling in her head but only follows her masters’ orders like a well-oiled machine.”

Surprised by the comment, you can’t help but blink at the open compliment.

“Pretty?”

As though not realising what he had said, a flush creeps across Edward’s youthful face as he remains splayed across the rooftop – his sharp gaze conveniently finding something interesting in the darkening sky rather than meeting your own gaze.

The suit which hugs his frame is a tasteful, if somewhat eccentric, shade of green but it is paired nicely with black accessories and a tie which sports a question mark design. His features are almost elven, sharp and mischievous and sporting the most brilliant green eyes. He’s young, only a few years older than yourself, but he carries himself with an older man’s weight – something heavy sitting in his eyes as he darts his attention anywhere but your face.

“In a very base way. Nothing special. Just a pretty face following orders.”

“Hmm, is that so?” Sensing an opportunity for a little fun with the admittedly handsome thief, and never one to turn down some fun, you stand over him and slowly tease your hands across your chest and down your sides. “Do you like my costume, Edward? I made it myself.”

He adjusts his body in a very subtle and deliberate manner, one which absolutely hides his crotch from your sight and you can barely restrain a smile at how easily he flushes. He really is quite handsome, having a nerdy vibe which you always liked in men. And he hadn’t technically hurt anyone. Well, aside from really putting the fear of god into some bankers who probably deserved worse.

“I do think you’re very handsome,” offering him a little bit of flattery, you crouch on your haunches before him as you begin tracing nonsensical shapes on his knee with a single finger, “and, if you want, I think we could maybe get to know each other a little better before I have to ship you off to Blackgate.”

His body stiffening at the contact, open suspicion plays on Edward’s expression as he surveys you with his intense gaze. The flush which sits on his cheeks seems unable to leave the skin and you don’t miss the way his throat swallows around nothing as he listens to your offer.

“You’re trying to trick me.” He accuses.

Shaking your head, you squeeze his leg invitingly to show your sincerity.

“No tricks. Just a little fun if you’re up for it.”

Silence holds in the air for a solid minute, his eyes darting across your face before dropping to cast across your costume and how tightly it hugged your body. His expression is just as unsettled, flicking between uncertainty, arousal, and obvious temptation as his fingers tap a tuneless rhythm against the rooftop.

“What do you want from me?” His voice is heated, almost angry as he settles on disbelief once more, and you meet his eye without flinching as you deliver your offer.

“I want you to lie back and let me sit on your face.”

The speed at which his mouth drops open is impressive and you fight back a giggle at the obvious shock which straightens his body out like a physical blow.

“Wha-you-that’s insan-are you serious?”

“As the grave. I’ve been listening to that big mouth of yours for two days now so I think it’ll be fun to see if you’re all bark and no bite. You’re proud of that silver tongue, I can tell. So, let’s see it.”

Spreading your knees slightly as you remain balancing on your feet, a smirk crawls across your lips as you watch his gaze flutter between your legs before snapping back up – a fresh flush breaking across his freckle-marked skin. He’s lost for words and you give him the time he needs to find them as you tilt your head down at him.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want. I just thoug-”

“Okay.”

Frowning at the casualness of his response and hoping for a little more, you slide your hand up his leg and cup at his cock. He’s hard and he groans at the light contact, his groin moving shakily from the ground as it pushes up to meet your touch, pressing you harder against his clothed shaft.

“Are you sure?” You check, realising that you were committing to something questionable and needed that assurance.

“Untie me.” Edward demands suddenly, pressing his bound hands towards you with insistence.

Having forgotten about that, you quickly undo the knots and release his hands. It’s a risky choice but leaving him bound doesn’t feel right given the circumstances. He brings his hands to his chest for a moment, rubbing the wrists before placing them back on his upper chest as he taps the black shirt there with an inviting rhythm.

Slipping free of the lower half of your costume with little shame, you drop the lightweight fabric to the floor by the side of his body and lower yourself until you are straddling his chest. The light colour of your panties sits prettily atop his darker shirt and you splay your hands on the ground atop his head as you lean down for a final confirmation.

“Just between us, yeah? Me and you, Edward? Do a good job and I’ll even see about returning the favour.” You bring one hand to his face, running your fingers along the side of his cheek and feeling the very early stages of stubble grazing across your fingertips.

“And you have the gall to say that I talk too much.” Edward replies, his eyes sharp and slightly darkened by arousal as he stares up at you. “The agreement is set, little bird.”

Not happy with that particular nickname but too horny to really deal with it at the moment, you shuffle forward until you can feel the heat of his breath against your panties and you can’t hold back the groan of satisfaction which slips free of you as his hands pull the scant fabric to the side as he tilts his head up to take an experimental lick at your cunt.

His tongue is warm and slick, and you can feel the shift in his determination as he presses his mouth roughly to your folds, suckling at the skin between snaking his tongue across your slit – his hands coming to rest on your thighs to open you up to him. From nothing to such intense attention is enough to make your head swim and you press your palms hard against the ground to centre yourself.

Edward doesn’t seem to mind, his hums of consideration vibrating against your flesh as his mouth finds your clit, hidden away below its hood and there is no holding back the soft ‘fuck’ which slips free of your lips as he wraps his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks at it gently.

“Edward, oh my god- don’t- don’t stop.” You grunt out the words, rocking your hips and rolling your cunt against his face, his nose grinding against your pubic bone as you rob him of the physical ability to reply. Legs clenching, every swipe of his tongue is a bolt of lightning up your spine.

His focus is intense and you can’t help but pull one hand from the ground to instead wrap it up in his reddened hair, tugging at the strands as a slew of muttered compliments drip from your lips. Breathy encouragements, heated gasps of his name, his tongue pulls more noise from you than you would like but you can’t bring yourself to care as you allow him to devour you.

Slick with arousal, you can feel how painfully wet you are against his mouth and chin as you grind down on his face. The pressure in your lower stomach, tight and hot, builds steadily until your fingernails are scratching at his scalp as your back arches into nothing. Chasing release, you buck your hips and focus on the heat of him – every sordid tease, lick and nibble at your cunt almost too much.

It only takes one particularly hard suck at your clit, the pressure borderline uncomfortable for you to come apart atop his mouth. Your mouth unable to make more than stuttering grunts and pathetic whines, the pleasure rolls through your body in waves and you ride it out for as long as your knees can manage. Below, Edward eats up everything you have to offer, his tongue swallowing down your arousal as your thighs clench around his ears.

Before too long, the intensity of your orgasm ebbs away and you make the effort to shuffle back down to his chest – allowing him the chance to take in some proper air for the first time since you had taken your original place. Cum-soaked and looking far too pleased with himself, Edward’s face is a mess; reddened by friction and visibly wet, his chin and mouth are soaked but his tongue is quick to swipe across his lips and catch what remains.

“Mmm, I enjoyed that.” You mutter, dipping down to place a soft kiss on the edge of Edward’s mouth, tasting the tang of your own arousal on the skin. Dropping your hand lower to his groin, you quickly free his fly and slip your hand inside his pants.

Instantly you can feel the telltale dampness there and you’re surprised to find that he’s already come, his release still warm and wet against your fingers as you pull them free and quickly re-do his fly. That was unexpected and the fact of it makes your cunt clench with fresh greed as you realise what kind of man he is.

“I’m glad you liked that as much as I did. That’s hot as hell, by the way. I like a man who knows how to have a good time.” Placing your face over his for a moment as you stand to your feet, you ignore that little voice which chips away at your psyche, reminding you of exactly what the hell you had just done. “This was fun, Eddie.”

Snatching up the lower half of your costume from the rooftop, you quickly start to pull the fabric back up your legs.

“Edward.” Edward counters in an instant, all of his cockiness coming back in record time as he stares at you with an unreadable expression – one laced with a heat that makes you regret not also taking some time to fuck him properly. Now able to move, he positions himself awkwardly with his body sitting upright as one leg is pulled close to his chest, the other flat against the roof. Despite it, he gazes up to meet your eye. “My name is Edward.”

“Okay, Edward. But like I said, this was fun. Keep playing by the rules and maybe we’ll see what happens if we meet each other again. And remember, I don’t think the big boss man needs to know about this little encounter. I’ll just tell him that you caught me off guard and got away.” Fairly certain of his ability to keep this quiet and not too sure why, you give him the reminder regardless.

“You would lie to him?” Edward seems genuinely caught-off guard by that and you shrug in response.

“Yeah. He won’t be too pissed as long as you toe the line. We recovered the stolen diamonds and no one was hurt. Just play by the rules or I’ll have to find you again.”

It wasn’t a threat, wasn’t a promise, but it was something which lived in the tricky space between both concepts and that was something you would have to examine later, when left with the privacy of your own thoughts.

“I was never one to follow rules, sweetheart.” Replying with a smirk, Edward pushed himself a little higher as he sat up straighter.

Sweetheart.

Maybe he was still a little too cocky.

Snatching his hair up in your hand, you pull his head as high as possible to meet your own. There, deep in his emerald gaze, lay the blossoming seeds of something dangerous and it sparks fresh arousal in your chest as you wonder how far it can be pushed without going too far.

Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad if he broke the rules again.

Just once in a while.

[rocketedtothestars]

I’m trying to come up with a one shot idea I wanna write. This is the idea I have so far.

A little messy but I’m working on it. Was laying here and had this whole idea so I’m using my phone to write it out and thought it would be fun to share. 💕 I do intend for this to get fluffy at some point but this is what I have so far.

Was just in that mood to write something 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Description/Idea (so far)…

I had this whole idea of an argument breaking out when he comes home from a mission. Maybe him taking out some of his anger on you (yelling, pointing his clawed finger at you while standing on the counter top, etc). But you just kinda let him yell at you for a bit. Of corse you eventually lash back, telling him it’s ’unfair’ for him to take it out on you. He’s been so aggravated his last few missions when he came home. But this one was different. You bring up the fact that you want to help out more. Maybe learn to fly or fight even. It upsets him. It upsets him a great deal because he doesn’t want to loose you… (I can’t seem to think of what occurred for him to be upset on his mission just yet, but I’ll come up with something, even if it’s silly cause it’s fan-fiction and I could go about this any way I see fit) but I’m thinking a delivery went all wrong? He enters the room, and you can already feel the tension radiating from him. For a while you brought up how you wanted to learn to fly a ship or even fight. You wanted to be able to fend for yourself. It had been months since you were really able to do much, and typically Rocket wanted to be with you. For your safety. In your mind, you felt like a burden. Your jobs were simple, and every so often you’d do some odd jobs on Knowhere with Kraglin, Drax, or Nebula. You challenge Rocket’s walls, insisting you are ready to learn, to which he clearly doesn’t want you to. Not out of toxicity, but out of fear. He had lost too much in his past. And he didn’t want to loose you.

warnings: Language, very light fluff.

Written for M!reader and Gay Reader 🏳️‍🌈

It takes place after Vol. 3 (so with the new Guardian’s lineup)

Rocket slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the small apartment. You glanced up from the kitchen counter where you’d been chopping vegetables, the knife pausing mid-slice. He stomped toward the counter, his boots making small thuds against the floor. You could tell immediately he wasn’t in a good mood. His fur was slightly matted, his ears pinned back, and his tail twitched with irritation.

“How was the mission?” you asked, your voice calm, though you could feel the tension radiating off him. You set the knife down and turned fully to face him. Rocket didn’t answer immediately. He climbed onto the counter with an ease born of habit, tossing his holster onto the surface with a loud thunk. Standing on the counter brought him nearly to your eye level, and his brown eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unreadable. He crossed his arms, his claws tapping against his sleeves as he leaned slightly forward.

“‘How was the mission?’” he mimicked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, sure, let’s pretend it wasn’t a flarkin’ disaster.”

“Rocket, what happened?”

“What happened is I spent the whole damn day babysitting a buncha idiots who couldn’t follow a single flarkin’ order!” he snapped. He took a deep breath tho, gazing down at the counter, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well,” you paused, trying to pick the right words. It seemed like each time you offered to help, you were shut down. Yes. You were his boyfriend. He loved you, wanted nothing but for you to be safe. You knew just how much he cared about you. How much you meant to him. And he too, meant just as much to you. “-I was thinking maybe it’s time you start teaching me somethings… Kraglin thinks I would make a good pilot, well, co-pilot at-least? Even said he was willing to teach me a thing or two?”

DEEP in your hearts of hearts you know he doesn’t mean what he says. It’s not your first rodeo dealing with his sharp tongue. Even when it hurt sometimes.

“For fuck’s sake, you’re not goin’ out there!” He shouted, baring his sharp canines at you as he pointed off in the distance. “-You think this is some kinda game? You don’t know what the hell you’re doin’, and you sure as shit ain’t ready for what’s out there! I know you want to go out there, I know you want to help, but I can’t take any risks. I KNOW what it’s like out there, way more than you ever will!”

His words cut deep, like a dagger straight to your heart, but you swallowed the pain, forcing back the tears. He knew you were sensitive—maybe that’s what he loved most about you. You cared, even when he was a complete dick. You weren’t doing this for yourself; you were doing it for both of you. Together. No matter how much it hurt, you wouldn’t back down.

“Rocket, I know you’ve been through hell. But I can’t just sit here… I can’t sit here, and then you come home on days like this, lashing out at me. It’s not fair. And goddamnit, you know I already know—I’ve heard this shit before.” Your voice faltered, the weight of his words pressing down on you like it always did. Every time you tried to bring this up, to contribute, to help, it ended the same way: shut down, dismissed. “Rocket, please…”

“‘Rocket, please! Rocket, please!’—‘please let me go out and get myself killed, please let me help you.’” he mocked you, raising his voice and pitching it up slightly to match your soft tone. His voice dripped with venom as he finally stopped, growling low and pointing a sharp, clawed finger directly at you. The tip was just inches from your face, and instinctively, you took a step back, feeling the edge of the counter press into your lower back.

“The answer is flarkin’ no!” His ears pinned flat against his head, his amber eyes blazing with frustration and something rawer underneath. If you didn't know any better, you'd say they almost looked a bright red. His tail lashed behind him, bristling with agitation as he bared his sharp canines. “Besides, it’s not like you could do much as of now. The mission’s over—done. It was a fucking wreck. Then I gotta come home, make sure you’re alright, then I gotta work on flark knows what? Probably help Kraglin or Nebula set up the—” he waved a hand dismissively— “Hellstorm Systems or whatever the hell it's called.” His words still stung, his tone cutting, but even as he ranted, there was something in the way his gaze flickered that betrayed him. Behind all the anger and mockery, you could still see the fear. The fear of losing you. But right now, his walls were up, and his words felt like a barrier. His way of keeping his real emotions hidden.

Rocket’s sharp gaze followed you as you instinctively backed into the counter behind you, his clawed paw still extended, though it faltered for a moment. He noticed, of course—he noticed everything. The way your shoulders tensed, the way your hands gripped the edge of the counter behind you, as if grounding yourself against the storm of his anger.

You’re too good for him (So he thinks), But you know he is the best damn thing to ever happen to you and it couldn’t be any further from the truth. You love him. You understand him, maybe not everything he went through. But you do allot for him. You’d do anything to make him happy. To see him smile. Go through great lengths, even with the little knowledge you have on anything here.

You wasn’t a Guardian—not like the others. You were still finding your place. Rocket wouldn’t say it, but his worry was clear. He wasn’t afraid you’d fail—he was terrified you’d get hurt. But you couldn’t just sit back. You wanted to be more, not just for yourself, but for him. Cleaning his pistols, something he’d taught you, and something you would do for him out of the kindness of your heart felt small, but it was a start. A step toward proving yourself—to him and to yourself. You’d left everything behind to be with him, and though Rocket rarely admitted it, a part of him carried the weight of that. The guilt gnawed at him—at the way you were practically stuck on Knowhere. The only time you seemed to go out was with him, and you were fine with that. You preferred him at your side. Those harsh words he threw at you when he didn’t know how to say what he really felt. You did the odd jobs, kept the apartment running, cleaned his guns of corse, but there was always more.

“I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m ready, Rocket. I’m not asking to be a hero—I’m asking to survive. What happens when you’re not there to protect me? What am I supposed to do then? Just hope for the best?” Your voice cracks slightly, but you keep going, holding his gaze as the two of you stood in the small kitchen of your Knowhere apartment. “I… I left everything for you. The least you can do is let me learn how to fend for myself, fly a ship, damnit, something—because one day, I might have to, whether you like it or not, and you damned well know it.”

The way he avoided teaching you to pilot a ship. When you brought it up mid-argument, his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding, the amber depths burning with frustration—and something deeper. His fur bristled, his ears twitching as he clenched his jaw revealing his canines, trying desperately to hold back. You could see it, the way he fought not to snap any further than he'd already had. To keep from saying what you already knew he thought. What he already said. It’s too dangerous. It always was. But you weren’t blind to reality, and neither was he. He couldn’t protect you from everything. You had to learn to stand on your own at some point. The last thing you wanted was to depend solely on him—and deep down, you wondered if that was what scared him most.

"You think I like bein’ this way? Flarkin' yellin’ at you? I don’t! But I know what’s out there! I know how fast things can go to scutt, and if somethin’ happened to you ‘cause I didn’t stop you—" He cut himself off, his canines bared as his voice broke for a split second. His eyes darted away from yours, burning with frustration, fear, and something deeper that he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—say aloud.

Your eyes softened, leaning away from the counter behind you. You knew Rocket meant well. Even like this. He'd never hurt you, maybe with some of his words, sure. But he damned sure wouldn't let anyone else. But you could see it, even as he tried to turn his head away from you. Through those bared teeth those beautiful brown eyes of his gave away everything. You made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him. It caught him off guard. It always did. But he caved. The warmth of your body next to his. It was comforting. It was exactly what you knew he needed.

"I can't... I can't lose you..." His voice was sofer. It was as if his anger melted away in an instant. He was still frustrated, yes, but he wasn't mad at you exactly. He knew he couldn't protect you from everything. But he could damn sure try.

"Rocket..." Your voice was a mere whisper, your hand trailed up his back. Even through his uniform, you could feel his pulse quicken in your arms. "-I love you. I'm sorry, I just... R-really want to-" And before you could finish that sentence. You were instantly cut off by the warmth of his breath against your neck, followed by a tender kiss. You had a healing hickey in the spot he was kissing-from him.

“Okay, I admit it… You’re right…” he whispered against your neck so tenderly. The way his warm breath felt against your neck. It made you melt. Every. Single. Time. “We’ll start, next week… if anyone’s going to teach you to pilot a ship it damn sure isn’t going to be Kraglin.”

You couldn’t help but muster a small chuckle, feeling his calloused paw run up against your back and along your sides. You wanted to let him know how argumentative he was, and while he had a valid point. You didn’t say a word. He you felt his whiskers tickle along your neck, the way his tongue slowly glided over a faded bruise along your neck. One he had left a few nights prior. “R-Rocket, I just want to be…”

“-Baby boy…. I know. Don’t ever think you don’t do enough, okay.” He said, planting a kiss along your neck once more, interrupting you. “You are so stubborn sometimes, you know that?” His tone was so much more relaxed now. Even as you guided your hands up and back down his back, you could feel those implants through his uniform under the palm of your hands.

“I know,” your voice was soft. As you slowly pulled away, your hands stopping just above the base of his tail, you had all but forgotten you were in the middle of making dinner. “-I should probably get back to making dinner?” It was a simple stew. Nothing fancy, but you were whipping up something that was quick and easy.

And that is all I got so far. Sorry this is long, maybe even a little messy. But it’s all for fun. 💖

[xxsycamore]

"I can't have sex with you Arthur, I don't have enough diamonds!!"

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader • rating: M (MDNI) • tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall; Crack; Implied Sexual Content; Suggestive Themes • wordcount: 580 • masterlist

a/n: I've had this crack fic idea since FOREVER, but I think it's relatable at any given time... Tagging @ikemendood for crack content 👉🏻👈🏻

It has been one of these days, when it feels like you and Arthur have been locked in the universe of some kind of action movie. Bizzare and dramatic things have been happening all day long, some that led to miscommunications between you but quickly got resolved with the power of love...

Naturally, eager as you both are to once again prove your love for each other, things begin to get heated at the end of the day.

And then you gasp panically in realization.

"I don't have enough dia for the epilogue!!"

You find yourself pushed down on the bed, but in the last second you manage to block Arthur with your hands so he can't get on top of you yet.

"Hmm?~What did you say, Luv? You know, I've been waiting to have you sprawled under me allll day..."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out an agonizing whine at having to disobey your own need. You turn to your side and reach for your cellphone that has been charging on the nightstand.

Arthur blinks, still perplexed that you're using this thing at all. While you could charge it just fine, he wondered what you're using it for in this day and age.

Not to mention at a time like that. While he's right there, ready to devour you.

"Dear?"

You appear to be tapping hurriedly on the thing, blue light illuminating your face as some strange music is produced from the bizarre piece of technology. Without looking at your lover, you struggle to mutter an answer.

"It's- You wouldn't understand."

Arthur remains frozen in his place, observing as the screen flashes, your fingers dancing on it. He sees... test tubes aligned on the screen. They're ...filled with different colored liquid?

You rush to sort them by color as if you're being held at gunpoint. Arthur has never been so confused in his life.

"Luv, you're right, I don't understand. But you could just say if you don't feel in the mood for-"

"NO! I MUST GET THE EPILOGUE AND HAVE SEX WITH YOU TONIGHT!"

"...?"

The sultry conclusion, the epilogue of your day spent together, he figures. His writer's vocabulary might be rubbing off on you. That's kind of endearing, but...

Arthur sits down on his haunches perplexed. Is this some strange form of bedroom roleplay you're introducing him to?

"I must have you, Arthur, I even saw the preview and it was so hot-"

"The preview? You're saying you had a naughty dream about us making love and you want to see it come true? Dirty girl..."

Arthur's distracting words make you mess up in your game, and you have to restart the level. Just a few more and the game will give you a reward in diamonds, then all you need to do would be to watch those annoying daily ads and then it should be enough...

Seeing that his dirty talk has no effect on you, Arthur sighs and moves away from his position. Instead, he lies down next to you, becoming your big spoon as he looks over your shoulder at the game you're so consumed in, seeing that you're not going to pay him any attention before you're done with it.

"It's some kind of puzzle game, isn't it? Maybe you should leave it to me, Luv... in the meantime, why don't you tell me more about that 'preview' you saw of our intimate time together, hmm?"

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[rafeskai]

First of all hii and congrats on your smau. I’m literally obsessed with it. Second I saw your requests are open and I was thinking about the reader being friend with Rafe and the boys since they were kids but she’d always been closer to Rafe since their families are pretty close. Unlike them she thinks the whole Kook vs Pogue thing is bullshit so she usually hangs out with the pogues too especially since Sarah started dating John B. At one bonfire Sarah leaves her alone and some guy tries to flirt with her but since she’s not interested in him she kindly rejects him but the guy becomes defensive and pretty pushy (you can make him as angry as u want I’m okay, anything you’re comfortable with). She starts panicking rlly bad and Top sees her and he tells Rafe.

The boy sees RED, especially since she’s on the verge of tears. He fights the guy and after the boys manage to take Rafe off the dude he leaves with the reader. She takes care of his wounds and he observes the fact that she’s shaking and almost crying the reason being that she’s feeling guilty. They have a super sweet but tensionate moment when she asks hm why he’s nice to her but mean to everyone else. He tells her she’s his soft spot and they hook up. 👉🏻👈🏻

I hope I didn’t gave too much or too little details. You can add whatever you think is necesarry. I just like the idea of a protective Rafe sm. And the “I hate everyone but you” trope is one of my faves.

Thank u sm, even if u end up writing this or not, thank you for taking the time to read it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Aaah thank you so much! I also love this idea! I'm in a very inspired mood and the story is ready... you can read here.

[mikimakiboo]

The people have spoken

Well, here's my boy :D

His name is Toxicity ! Pictures and lore under the cut because it's long lmao

Also if you have any questions about him please don't hesitate to send asks I'll be happy to answer 👉🏻👈🏻

Fun fact: I created him because I wanted to ship Hate with someone but I didn't want it to be with Nightmare, and since I couldn't find anyone I ended up making a whole ass oc (so yeah Toxicity is shipped with Hate lmao)

Hate is by : @/6chimeraqueen9 (I think ??)

He's a tall demon-like skeleton (approximately 1m80) with green wings (his wings look like the Lightfury's wings in HTTYD except they're green instead of white), a green tail and an emerald horn

His magic allows him to make people toxic towards their partner/family/friends/anyone but he doesn't use it often, when he makes someone toxic it usually means that the person they are toxic with was a jerk and deserved to be treated like shit in his opinion

He also has a passion for chemistry and biology and he can make lots of different potions, using his magic as components to vary the results and make anything he wants

He also cannot use his magic to fight as it is not made for that, so instead he learnt how to build bombs and use firearms (here's him with a gun as a shitpost lmao)

He is usually pretty stoic and doesn't show much his emotions, he actually has troubles expressing his feelings and needs time in order to put them into words, so he'll usually stay silent and will tend to bottle it up (same with love, he'll show it through act of services, quality time or gift giving instead of verbally)

One good way to determine what he's feeling tho is by looking at his tail because it will wag or move according to his mood

Noowwwwww his backstory:

He was born between two wars in an isolated universe where peace was an abstract concept, at a time where no one trusted each other because anyone could be a spie, so everyone was either ready to fight anyone in their way or manipulative to either get people on their side or not be suspicious

The ambient toxicity mixed with some left-over magic from the previous war ended up creating a child around six years old (similar as to how Paperjam was born from the mix of Error's and Ink's magic, instead in that case it's magic residues and toxic atmosphere)

He roamed around at first, trying to find someone who could guide him and teach him how things worked, but due to his aura (that he couldn't control yet) he was only met with aggressiveness and ended up having to learn everything by himself (all while living outside since he didn't have any family)

He was a teen when the second war started, so too young to be enrolled in it, and stayed in the city instead

By that time he had learnt to control his aura, but with the war it amplified his magic and as a result he had to wear gloves as to not influence people by touching them by accident (which happened frequently)

His universe ended up collapsing on itself due to its instability (multiple wars, emotional unbalance, ...) but he luckily managed to escape, becoming an out-code (he was a young adult, around 20yo at that time)

Since he didn't have anything else to do and nowhere to go he started traveling the multiverse until he settled in a calm surface AU in which he discovered his passion for chemistry and biology and started studying it

He still travels during his free time and met other out-codes like that, some of which he became friend with as well as universes he likes to visit sometimes (he met Hate during one of his trips)

He still has an apprehension of physical contacts when he is not wearing his gloves so he mostly never takes them off (except for laundry or cleaning himself and sleeping, of course)

He also has troubles opening up to someone or trusting others as he grew up mostly alone and didn't have anyone in his AU since they were all suspicious of everyone

Also the hole in his tail is actually an injury, he got stabbed when he was a kid as he was trying to steal food and it didn't heal properly so it made a hole (that's why he doesn't have it in the last pic)

And obviously he learnt how to build bombs and use firearms in his AU, firearms he learnt by watching the soldiers and training in the forest, and bombs he learnt by disassembling those that didn't blow up and looking at how they were made in the factories (mostly by sneaking inside or looking through the windows)

Then it was a lot of practice and he is now able to create little portable bombs and use firearms

So yeah that's my baby :D

[yakuzabrainrotlive]

Infinite wealth finale part 2! It's finally over... Feels unreal 🙃 I've actually reached this point.

SO. What's next? Well. I decided to hop on to the Pirate game after this and then I'll do the DLC content for this game. Why? Because I'm still 100% blind and have not seen a single spoiler about anything in the Majima game. And I don't know how long I'll be able to remain that way if I wait.

Some light commentary about the ending in terms of Kiryu at the end of the post!

Hoo boy, isn't this the area where the helicopter lads attacked us in Y6? Man, wouldn't it be really silly if it happened aga-

:(

Come on. I was joking!!

Nevermind! The BOYS are here!! And they're looking real sharp 👀❤️ Glad to see you back in leather pants, Majima!

I like Daigo's outfit, he looks neat!! But. It would have been VERY funny if he'd pulled up to this shitstorm in his stuffy chairman suit. Like, really funny. This is cool too, though!

...

for me? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Awww, game! You shouldn't have!!

Well... if you insist :)

Christmas came real early this year, eh? Thanks, RGG Studios! And also thanks to the random NPC who left this beautiful piece of equipment on the ground 🫶🏻

It was a cool fight! Overall Ichi vs Ebina felt more epic and cinematic, but this one had more emotional impact. So it all ended

Ohhhh, Ebina. Kiryu knows. Kiryu knows this too damn well. Has known for DECADES, now:

And I absolutely think the 'jimas know as well.

I can see where Ebina is coming from, though. The Yakuza ruined his life and now they want to go back into society and not even get punished?

This is a big issue that really doesn't have a solution that satisfies both parties. Yes, they are criminals and they have hurt and killed countless people, for... who knows how long. And now society at large is supposed to accept them back in? To the victims and their families it'd definitely feel like these people don't have to take any accountability for their actions.

But! Will the problem ever truly go away if the ex-yakuza keep being shunned? We already saw them going back into that life because they had no support network or a chance to even try to support themselves financially any other way. The yakuza will never cease to be a thing if the people trying to leave it don't have any other place to go.

Both sides have their points. There was no way to solve this issue without a big number of people being hurt in some way.

HELL YEAH!! Now we're talking!

You can't make amends in death!! You have to keep living and you gotta make that shit COUNT!

Thank you, Ichi and everyone else on the team!! You got through to him! You actually did it, you absolute madlads!

Gahhh;; if only Kiryu knew how proud Nishiki and Kashiwagi would be if they had seen this scene... 😭

Ichi, you are a saint. Bless your sweet heart. You are so much better than I am. Because I want JUSTICE FOR MY MANS HANAWA AND I WANT IT NOW. Yeah, yeah. He had his reasons and he's giving himself up to the cops. And props to him for that. But.

The problem here? I'm an angry, spiteful little woman. I hold on to grudges like Kiryu holds on to guilt; nonstop, intensely, and about too damn many things. Good on you for trying to change, Eiji. Genuinely. You're still on my shitlist, though. It's on SIGHT.

Okay, onto other things!

I hated the music they played until the credits. I don't care about the lyrics, the vibe just didn't match the scene for me. They were going for that hopeful tone, but it just felt JARRING when I was watching a half-dead Kiryu get dragged into that helicopter and then surgery at the same time. Muted the game, but it managed to ruin the mood for me.

I bet a lot of people liked the song choice and I respect that. For me... it was 100% a miss.

HIIII SWEETIES OMG 🥺😭🥺😭❤️😭🥺😭❤️😭 IT'S HER?? IT'S HIM?? THEY'RE HERE??? I'M NOT DREAMING?? I feel like Kiryu at the end of Y5, staring up at Haruka in wonder. I'm not even mad about not seeing the reunion, I'm just happy to see these two 😭❤️ Haruto has grown so much...

He lives!! AND he has a name!! YIPPEE! Good for you, Kiryu 🥺❤️

Some people might be shocked at the state he's in, but I truly am not. He's getting cancer treatments!! That shit WRECKS you physically and mentally! Just seen it happen recently with a friend. Those treatments are NO joke.

Kiryu was already in a rough shape and now he started cancer treatments this late into the process? I'd be more surprised if he looked even remotely okay. He's fighting on, and he's a KING for it. That's. My. BOY!!

Now. Time for the big guestion:

DO I THINK KIRYU IS DEAD?

I... no. No I don't. And I have a reason. Though, I will fully admit that I am constantly crushing pure and unfiltered copium into a fine powder and snorting it every hour. But still...

Yes, the death flags are too numerous to count. Yes, to the point that the game feels like a funeral march - a fun one, but a funeral march nonetheless. Yes, Kiryu does think he'll die and he started receiving treatment alarmingly late. All valid points that I see clearly.

BUT. What I don't see is RGG Studios, of all game studios, being so utterly DISRESPECTFUL as writers that they would kill KIRYU FUCKING KAZUMA off-screen. Kiryu?? WON TOU got an on-screen death! Terada got TWO hella dramatic ones!!! And they'd just kill KIRYU off screen?? I just... I don't see it. I feel like if they'd planned to have Kiryu die here, it would have been during the scene with the jarring song in it, before the credits.

Do I think we'll get to see Kiryu again? Maybe not!! He's definitely not gonna be a playable character ever again, I'm not THAT deep into my copium high. This was the conclusion of his arc as a main character. Hell, maybe we won't see him again! But I'd honestly prefer them leaving Kiryu alive and never seeing him again to just... letting this ambiguous thing play out and then getting a "lol yeah btw... he died after that" in the next game.

Some people might not see why it'd make a big difference. But it does, to me. And I do think killing Kiryu off like this would be an atrocious writing choice to make. But that's honestly just my very subjective and heavily biased perspective. If they did it, I will not like it one bit, but that's life. All art will always have people who appreciate it and people who hate it. If you like this as a way of writing Kiryu's death, that's cool.

As I said, I'm going into Majima's game 100% blind. My only wish for it? I want to know Kiryu's status. No, I don't need to see him, I just want to know what happened. I'd hate for this specific subject to be left this ambiguous.

[physics-of-one-piece]

So many cute rosi! The hand pictures make me wanna bite them,no idea why. Haha doffy refuses to be caged via the drafts. And now time for more random thoughts ive had. I like to think that doffy and croc both can change how their particular powers feel. Like since theres numerous types of sand and string. Say if its someone they hate doffys string feels like piano wire and croc has the roughest sand known to man. But if its doffys little bird or croc desert rose respectively,doffy feels maybe like yarn and croc feels like kinetic sand. 🐦‍⬛

Omg, 🐦‍⬛ anon I love this idea that they change how their powers feel for their darling. That's so cute, aaaaa!

Doffy is trying to break free and is actively bullying me! No, Doffy, you're not ready for the world yet!

What's worse is, I think I jinxed it cus now the Celestial Doffy & Dressrosa Takeover Doffy fics in my drafts are ALSO trying to escape 😭😭 heeelp

Rosi is so cute, he is adorable 🥺❤️

Haha, the hand pictures of Doffy make me wanna... (Censored) Yeah... UGH 😩

Myb if I share some snippets from the fics Doffy will calm down? They can be my offerings of peace. I'm scared to open my tumblr drafts now!

I can't share anything from Merlot & Primroses cus the moment the chap starts it's spoilers and I want everyone to go into it blind so...

Have some Spoiled Celestial Doffy 🫴🏻🏰

“You will treat her how a Donquixote treats a wife, not how a Celestial does.” said Mrs. Donquixote, her tone brooking no argument. “And I brought her. I can take her away from you just as easily.” Doflamingo’s face shifted; he looked panicked. “No!” he cried, and despite him being twice his mothers’s height and your assumptions of the relationship between mother and son because of it, you saw that the woman had everything under control, and Doflamingo was acting as though she’d scolded him. “Mother, don’t take her away!” Doflamingo picked you up around the waist — your terrified self only managed to let out a surprised squeak of a startled mouse (you would have screamed if you weren’t so terrified, truly) — and squeezed you to him, wrapping both his long arms around you, your face stuffed into his white robe below his collarbone; you dangled full two meters above ground.

“She’s beautiful!” Doflamingo said, holding you tight to his chest. “I want her!”

And... Um... Dressrosa Takeover Doffy 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Rosinante turned his gun. Tanned fingers crooked down. Doffy grinned at him. “I could’ve shot you,” said Rosinante, lowering the gun. In turn, Doffy lowered his right hand. “What’s the point of a snail if you’re going to sneak up on me?” Doffy stepped down from the half-wall where he’d been perched. “Oh, come on, that was funny, Rosi.” “I’m not in the mood for your jokes.” Rosinante said. “Fufufu… You’re never in the mood for my jokes…” said Doffy, leaning his left shoulder on one of the stone pillars of the alarm tower, his smile as sharp as a grim reaper’s scythe.

Pls, Doffy, pls stop trying to escape the drafts 😭

[demisexual-dryad]

I’ve had,,, an idea,,, like a beautiful, beautiful idea for a fantasy creature Au for ace attorney.

I’ve had oread* miles edgeworth and fire spirit phoenix wright FUCKING INVADING MY BRAIN. Here’s some of my brain rot. And the reference pose I used just in case someone was looking for it (thank you og pose posters of the art world you are gifts of gods I swear it, I used number three but I altered the shit out of it AND THOSE HANDS TURNED OUT SO DAMN NICE) and I have ideas for who is what if yall wanna hear me out. (Please say you do I’m begging I wanna theory dump so bad)

So some tidbits. Yes Phoenix has little fire wings and he can (kind of anyway, it’s more like floating) fly. It is important to note; he’s not a true Phoenix, just an elemental being made of fire. He can change his form (he’s literally an essence of fire itself contained in an elemental core.) They flare when he gets happy, excited, jealous, worried, or angry. They tend to recede or die out when he’s sardonic or in any other depressive mood. He also flutters them a little when he’s really stoked or happy.

He can control how hot his external flames burn, same with his wing size (when he thinks about it).

If his internal flame goes out he dies. If it dims due to illness or lowered body temp, he does get really sick (like a flame getting weaker- yes he was really not ok after the bridge incident, and the taser gave him fever chills for two days after because it was too close to his heart. Glass had to be removed from his stomach after Dahlia because he can’t fucking digest glass and it melted into a huge wad in his stomach causing a large blockage. The poison dahlia used had a side effect of lowering body temp, so Phoenix still got sick from being stupid.)

Also. This motherfucker has to eat. A LOT he literally has to consume a fuel source (food, coal, wood, anything that can burn) so he doesn’t yknow. Stop burning.

He does glow! From the inside out! Lantern boi.

Miles is an Oread. Oreads are Greek rock, valley, mountain, and grotto spirits.

He’s made of limestone. Looks intimidating, but crumbles apart easy.

Yes. He does grow garnet crystals out of his horns.

He can mold and shape rocks at will, which is useful because when he pushes himself too hard or is stressed he can’t hide it. His body parts just start crumbling off. (Dw, they snap back into place like nothing happened but it’s definitely unsettling. Think: “Your arm’s off!” “It’s but a fleshwound.”)

I gave him a tail and more animal like legs to be more of a representation of animals that live in his life source area (there’s a sacred grotto he’s bound to, same one as his father, he visits to check in every once in awhile.)

Because his life essence is linked to the grotto, he can only get sick or die if his source area is sick or dying/destroyed- or if his heart is damaged or destroyed (it’s like a little physical link to their source area, can’t function without it.)

Earthquakes are still big scary. They’re extremely painful, like if all your growing pains hit at once. Miles experienced his first one when trapped in that elevator, which freaked him out so bad on top of the fighting that… well, we know how it ended. Even though he doesn’t need to breathe (made of rock) he still had a panic attack from stress and went unconscious from it. Not fun.

Also!! If he blushes too hard, he can melt!! His ear!! It’s melty!!

Big teefs for eatin rock. He does have to consume extra mineral rocks or he can be a little brittle.

He can shift into a more “human” form without a tail and with regular legs, but it’s not as comfortable as his standard form. Bratworth definitely spent more time than he should’ve trying to look more human to fit in with the Von Karmas.

He wiggles his lil ears when he’s content or happy. Because that’s cute and it makes me happy.

I’ve been thinking up theories for like most of the cast. Vote in the poll if you wanna hear more!

[petrichorium]

hiyaaaa c: for the selfship asks!! (I usually default to Shanks with you but i'd love to hear about literally any of your selfships, anyone you wanna talk about!)

mocha, moonlight, mango, vanilla (+ bonus if there's one on there you're specifically dyin to talk about!)

i will happily do shanks ty av 👉🏻👈🏻

mocha — what was your first kiss like?

its like two yrs after we meet n during that time we've been growing closer but im def still like. super anxious hes just gonna get bored of me and move on. like every time he leaves theres a part of me thats like yep this is it theyre not coming back. as time has gone on their visits have gotten longer + more frequent but then this Specific time they r stalled and it takes much much longer for them to return like they r gone for a good 3-4 months which is the longest its ever been. so when shanks Does show up at the top of my lighthouse where im working on the light i have this very intense mix of feelings (relief bc i was ofc worried, anger at him bc i felt abandoned, anger at myself for feeling abandoned when i shouldnt even care) but most of all i see him and its just so clear how eager he is to see me that i have Such a palpable reaction to seeing him in turn and it def terrifies me. hes gotten used to me just letting him in or even coming out to hang w him so when i tell him im not hes like. very kicked puppy LMFAOOOOO its also raining and windy and hes very like. mr darcy in the rain coded yk JSHBFJBHS but not abt to leave or force the door open obvi so instead he just stands there tapping at the window while i hover too..... eventually i do open it and he gets up close to say hes sorry he took so long and tell me he missed me so much.......... n now i feel So silly and upset w myself i fear JHSDFJHB just a mess but all those emotions come out in me impulsively lunging forward n kissing him through the window...... and its so wet rip and cold and so fast bc he does Not anticipate it hes left all dumbfounded. and in a panic i slam the window closed on him again LOL and thats when he like. bashes through the door like a maniac i fear just on complete accident neither of us realizes hes busted the latch until way later on but hes just very giddy and wants 2 hold me Right Then which i do allow him to do....... N E WAY THERE WE GO SDUFHBVHBH so long im sorry pfft

moonlight — what does a perfect friday night look like for the two of you?

bold to assume the red-haired pirates have weekdays JHBSDFJH but i will attempt to maintain the spirit of the question...... perfect night before a few "days off" wld start w me actually joining everyone for a few drinks which is admittedly a bit rare so it always puts shanks in a good mood. i always peel off a bit early and he probs follows quickly behind, n we spend the rest of the night lounging around our quarters w him reading whatever book im in the middle of over my shoulder/from my lap. we'll make out a lil too but thats a given

mango — do you and your lover like to dance?

DOES MR HOPELESS ROMANTIC LIKE TO DANCE yes ofc ofc 🫣 he will mostly drag me into v playful high energy dances while everyones partying (& honestly the other officers will too i think) but he does like to slow it down sometimes.... occasionally in a quiet lil corner of whatever bar we've taken over for the night but often just in our quarters 🥺 ive talked abt for the dancing and the dreaming but he'll tend to hum that on those occasions 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

vanilla — what do they keep on their nightstand? what do you keep on yours?

i feel like we share a nightstand somehow idk just vibes so its always got. a bunch of books (i rlly do read a LOT on the red force ik im always talking abt it but like. once i join up i suddenly have access to all kinds of banned books that i read like crazy so) honestly one or two half-empty bottles of booze which i am always trying to toss out but another will magically appear..... a pistol JKHBSDJHFB a mini den-den, a good bundle of various letters and documents, a pair of seastone cuffs

send in some selfship questions!

[thelikesoffinn]

Ma'am. You have a lot of Tavs. Do you just like making them? Or do you have saves with all of them? And if yes, doesn't that get boring? I'm on save 2 and already a bit bored by doing the same thing again.

Eeh, is it truly a lot? It doesn't feel like it, haha.

But to answer your question(s): Yes, I have playthroughs with all of them!

With Whisper I'm already finished. Twice. 👉🏻👈🏻

Orianna is somewhere in early act 3 - I think I'm not even in the lower City yet? - waiting for me to finish that round.

Thondna...honestly, I have no idea where I'm at with Thondna. Last I remember I was running through the Moonrise-Nautiloid, I think.

Salira is a bit of a special case. I was close to act 2, but I originally abandoned her playthrough since I don't do evil ones. But I revived her now because I like her character and I turned it into an unhinged playthrough by deciding to break out my good ol' dice set and rolling everytime I have to make any decision. Big or small. (It's insane and you never know what'll happen, but it's also super fun!) So we're back in early act 1 here.

With Gwawr I was originally somewhere mid act 3, but I redconned it back to mid act 1 because I wasn't happy with a lot of decisions and I missed a lot of content (Scratch 👉🏻👈🏻), so we're in early act 2 now.

Sassandra is currently traipsing through the underdark to help the myconids - I'm slow haha, because this is the save where I promised myself I wouldn't save-scum and I can only handle so much of that.

And finally Minka...I think we just got into the Goblin Camp? This is one is totally different and something I have to be in mood for, because my entire party is constantly wild shaped. Minka the cat, spider Gale, Wolfheart/Bearheart and Badge-starion are fun to play but you'll miss out on some content because wildshaped characters usually can't talk, haha.

And as far as boredom goes, there's none for me! All my Tav's are really different in character which makes for interesting changes. And I try to have some funky or high(ish) stakes playthroughs as well, like I do with Minka, Sassandra and Salira, to mix it up a bit!

[darkenedroses-world]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE YOUR SMITTY FIC AND I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST MORE IF YOU'RE OPEN TO IT👉🏻👈🏻

So I'm really in a fluffy mood and I was wondering if you could maybe write something where reader is someone who is very cautious with certain textures or stuff. Reader has sensory issues.

Maybe one where reader has like a meltdown of some sorts connected to the sensory issues and Smitty just comforts her

Pretty please

awww ofc i could do that💕 it sounds so sweet 🥹 besides, I need to make more Smii7y fics my boy only has one(not including the threesome fic i did)

[kozukenkitten]

🧚🏻‍♀️.)) hiiii, if you still taking a hq romantic matchup req, I hope you can do mine. And bcs I want to give you as many ideas as I can, I'm sorry if this ended up so long 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

so, I'm a 5'2" asian girl. I have a waist long wavy black hair that I let down all the time. I only wear a little make up everyday, but always with a very bold red lipstick. People told me that I have a RBF :(

If this help, I'm an ENFP, a taurus, and Gryffindor. So yes I'm actually a veeeeery friendly and easygoing person, I really talk a lot. I feel like everytime me and my loved one hangout, its my duty to bring up the mood and keep it fun, and I'm happy to do that ☀️

I love music. My current favorite song is Bruno Mars "Leave the door open" and I guess by saying this you can see that I'm a hopeless romantic kind of girl 😂

Playing games, tarot readings, and watching horror/crime movies (which gonna ended up with me being too scared to sleep) are some activities that I really enjoyed doing. 💫

My ideal type is someone who can understand that we are equal to one another. Someone who I can joked around with but mature enough to be serious when it is the time and place to be. I have a lot of insecurities and I got depressed easily, so yeah I also need someone who always show me love and support right on my face. Basically someone who loves me more than I love them would be the best partner for me ngl 😔✌🏻

• My love language are physical touch and Quality times.

yikeees, I think its too long already so I need to stop myself haha. But anyway, thank you so much for taking request. I really enjoyed reading different result from different match-up writer. It always boost up my mood and makes me feel more positive about myself. I wish you can have some fun with my request too. Have a good day 🥰

Hello hello!! I would match you with Akaashi Keiji!!

Okay, so here's my reasoning:

Akaashi is very used to Bokuto's mood swings and depressive episodes, and so probably knows about a million great coping mechanisms and distractions in mind to help you when you're having a hard time of it, whether you need to talk through it or just get whatever's bothering you off your mind until you're ready to talk. Also, he's not the most expressive person either, so I doubt he'd be too bothered by RBF. In fact, people would probably find it fitting, as both of you can come across as very serious people with RBF before they get to know you.

He would love to hang out with you, especially in lowkey settings, just watching movies, reading books together, talking about life and recent goings on, etc. Even if it's just doing parallel activities, where you two are doing your own individual things in the same room and maybe cuddling throughout, he would vibe with that entirely. You reading the cards and snuggling up to him while he reads quietly? 10/10.

I feel like y'all would probably end up having game nights, at least with Bokuto, Kuroo, and Tsukki when you're visiting at training camp, lol. If you're playing video games, you can probably rope Kenma into it as well.

At first he'd be very subtle with physical affection/PDA, but once he knows where the boundaries are with you, he's probably constantly at least holding pinkies with you, if not holding hands as you walk along, and pressing little pecks to your forehead or cheek and smiling warmly at you whenever you do something he thinks is cute.

Overall he's a calmer more quiet guy, and can maybe be a bit too serious at moments, but I think he'd be a great match for you because he'd be affectionate and still enjoy experiencing life with you and having fun, while still knowing when to take things more seriously.