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[ihopeinevergetsoberr]

academic rivals request! viktor x fem!reader, nsfw

request: @4-leafed pls... if u have time pls write a viktor x reader that r both geniuses at the academy but very much toe the line of rivalry and sexual tension...i love competitive smart people that fall in love when the rivalry becomes respect ... and they FREAK IT!!! possibly in a lab ! up to you : 3c

i liked this request so much that i ended up writing a decent-ish one-shot….

update: i wrote a part 2 because it was highly requested! you can read it here :)

rating: explicit

word count: 3,5k

warnings: academic rivals. LOTS of dialogue and bickering. dubious science because i skipped it in school, had to do some basic chemistry revision to write this pornographic catastrophe, so please pat me on the back. rough sex? rough… foreplay, that’s for sure. dirty talk, if you can call bickering that. penetration. reader tries to slap viktor, spits in his mouth and he cums in his pants. normally, i only write vanilla stuff, so i have no idea how it turned out THIS kinky (at least for me okay). not proofread (yet). nsfw under the cut:

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“How do you take your coffee?”

His voice betrays the feeble intention of civility, fusing that polite inquiry into a hiss—a phonetic torture you didn’t even know could occur before. So much for killing you with kindness. Outstaging quips by desecrating courtesies. 

“I don’t care,” you mutter on autopilot. Can’t let him in on any personal preferences, no matter how insignificant. “Just don’t put arsenic in it.” 

Viktor scoffs. Puts the kettle away and peers at you over his shoulder, all wretchedly complacent. 

“So the rest of the periodic table is welcome, I presume?” 

Viktor. The local Nikola Tesla knock-off. Never a moment of peace with him; and the fierce taste of competition grows coppery in your mouth whenever he’s in your sight—the most handsome trigger of your cheek-biting reflex.

His name is an insult on your lips and you want to taste it. Chew it, crush it with your teeth and spit right out, preferably aiming for those poignant eyes seeking you in every classroom—so eager to light up with objection the second your opinion differs from his. 

Always the first prick to disparage your input. A never-resting generator of all the meticulous ways to denounce your projects. 

“If I may.” 

Sickeningly polite, too. With that lithe finger pointing in the air— so irritatingly comical. He may not, but there isn’t a chance he’ll shut up, now, is there?

And so he’d clear his throat, straightening his tie in that ridiculously solemn fashion. As if stepping on a pedestal to deliver a life-changing speech—not some shallow nitpicking regarding your circuit breakers. All eyes on him while his kept staring only into your soul. Special treatment, if you will. 

You will not.

“Using magnetic frames is careless,” he’d state. With his hand imposingly pointing to the blueprint on your slide. “Copper coils may oxidize. Not to mention the overheating. I would use thermoplastics. They’re significantly more efficient. And heat-resistant.”

Oh please. Like someone here gives a shit about what you’d use. 

But you can’t say that. Not in a room full of professors. And, judging from the countless nods of approval, the shits were, in fact, being given. 

“Too risky,” you oppose. “Thermoplastics often degrade at high temperatures. Electric insulation is not worth the damage of releasing hydrocarbons. I assumed that you’d be aware of that, Viktor. But I suppose that was an omission on my part.” 

More nods of approval, now in your favour. Here it goes again—the ever-lasting spectacle of hatred. Elegant, when entertaining the audience. Anything but discreet, in private. A perpetually drawn game of chess. By repetition, not agreement. Both of you refuse to retreat until checkmate. 

Oh yes, the sentiment was mutual. You and Viktor were notorious for tearing at each other's throats. The things you’d sacrifice to make that more than a mere metaphor, though. To pull him by that neat tie to sweet asphyxiation and hear him rasp for mercy with eyes full of pathetic condemnation. And he dreamed of that, too. His cane was itching to give you a smack—to paint your behind a plum so deep you’ll have troubles sitting without wincing. When it came to making metaphors literal, he’d pick being the pain in your ass.

However, your mentors couldn’t care less about the rivalry. The Collegiate Inventors Competition was coming up. And who could possibly make better candidates than two greatest minds of the engineering department, with academic excellence so accurately neck and neck that both of your names now occupy the honorary first place in every ranking table? 

That’s how you ended up with your sentence—three weeks of after-hours cooperation in the lab with the incorrigible bastard himself, a quarter of which you’ve already wasted on pointless bickering. Well, not without achieving some common grounds. The choice of prototype landed on one of your personal ambitions—a wearable exoskeleton for post-surgery rehabilitation, with plenty of robotics involved. Endorsed by Viktor, for once. The greater good must have swallowed even his dispute. Off to a nice start, if someone were to ask you.

However, the first issues struck early: on the very stage of development. Viktor volunteered for modelling: meaning, the framework would be custom, to accommodate his spine specifically. An object lesson for everyone involved, it would seem—but only in an ideal world. Which, considering what you had at hand (acrimony, bitterness, an entire picky bit of gall), was filtered out by default.

Now, five gruesome days and who’s-even-counting-anymore restarts later, you’re nowhere near close to at least a draft, yet borderline keen on murdering each other. And you’re certain the latter is approaching. He did just contemplate putting arsenic in your cup, after all. 

Viktor stirs the coffee. Watches his reflection smudge in the dark, whirly water, shooting you an askance glance from beneath thick brows when you start stirring yours—the spoon clanking a tad too loud, as if you were doing it on purpose. Which, you undoubtedly were. 

“Stop that,” he groans, almost leaping out of his chair. His heavy, disturbed gaze meets your cheeky simper. “You don’t have to stir it so thoroughly. It’s not like you take it with sugar anyway.”

“Of course.” You shrug. “I don’t drink slop.”

“Oh, I figured. There’s nothing sweet about you, so why would your coffee be any different?”

“There’s plenty of sweetness about me. I simply don’t squander it on entitled pricks.” 

That finally grounds him. And you’re giddy for the way his sturdy hand grips the cup so hard that it almost shatters into his palm, knuckles growing pale enough to match the porcelain. More so when you take a loud, languid sip, feigning innocence. Fully wallowing in his darling, defeated speechlessness. 

“Excuse you,” he mutters. “Entitled?!” 

“So you agree with the ‘prick’ part?” 

“Yes, and I take great pride in it. You may mark me flustered.” 

“Don’t forget to bust in your pants.”

Viktor sneers: chapped lip twitching, scowl growing defensive. Lanky legs untangle as he rises to his feet, towering above you in an angry lean on his cane—long frame transforming into your personal, scrawny menace, pissed exhale sharp and nasal above your head. And you admit to looking small beneath him—all hunched shoulders, weak smile finally tumbling lopsided. 

“Don’t you dare call me entitled,” he demands—and means it. It’s palpable in the way he twists the handle of his cane, the squeaky sound violently scratching your brain. “I sweated blood to achieve my privileges in this establishment.”

You huff, rolling your eyes. “So did I, and yet you keep ordering me around as if I’m some braindead apprentice. We’re counterparts, Viktor. You’re supposed to be mindful of my perspective.”

“I never see you being mindful of mine,” he counters.

And, well. You can’t argue with that. 

Your coffee break continued in avoidant silence, but the ambience simply reeked of hostility—stifling enough to make you leave the lab feet first. The deadline’s chokehold besieging your neck wasn’t of any help, either—you had to submit the draft for approval by Sunday. And, so far, you haven’t even agreed on the design plan. 

You shoot Viktor a reluctant glance. Pensive, he sat slouched over his parchment, emitting pure peril. Like his shoulder blades might stab you if you attempt a single tap, belligerently peeking through the thin shirt. You tucked your lip under your teeth, chewing hard, tongue running over every small, neurotic wound inside your mouth. Fruitless negotiations held a special spot amongst your least favourite endeavours, but this conundrum called for a desperate measure.

“Viktor.” You winced at how chocked up it came out. He noticed that, too—because of course he did—turning in his chair to nod at you, ever so shit-eatingly. Lancing eyes scrutinised their way up to your face. What an affront. 

“Yes?” Always chiding in that condescending tone of his. Hissy ‘s’ echoed in the lab, gnawing at your nerves. 

“We have to submit something by the end of this week. Let’s at least decide on the blueprint.” 

“Fine.” He shrugged, returning to his sketch. “We’re going with mine.” 

“No!” You snapped. “We’re coming up with a new one. Together.” 

Viktor hummed in mock consideration. The strand of hair he’s been twirling unraveled, claiming more attention than you deemed him worthy of. Sighing, he lazily reached for your graph, frowning as his eyes started skimming over the scribbles. You made your way to the desk, claiming a spot behind his shoulder. That required a tacit truce. 

“You really want to wield… hydraulic actuators?” He winced, looking up at you. Had your breath hitching at that respectful attempt, the effort prominent in the very way he uttered those words—as if struggling to filter out swear ones. 

“Yes,” you mustered. “For high power.” 

“But they’re so heavy.”  

“Well, what would you use?” 

He chuckled—rich and malicious. Flipped the page and finally averted those curious eyes, arching a bushy brow. 

“I thought no one gave a… crap about what I’d use.” 

Oh, well. It felt nice while it lasted. 

“How did you even—“

“You ought to be more discreet with your vitriol,” he retorted. “I’ll let you know that I’m a decent lip-reader.” 

“Then don’t stare at my mouth next time. What would you use, Viktor?” 

Now that left you both startled. His fingers stilled above the diagram, flexing in disbelief, hollow cheeks hued a puzzled rouge as you almost chomped your tongue off, showing an embarrassed curse back into the depth of your throat. 

“Ahem. Electric motors,” he chanted, pretending to overlook the slip-up. And for once, you were grateful for his tact. 

“I see. Well, er… put that down, please.” 

He instantly complied, fetching a pen. Left you to reflect on your misery to the rhythmic sound of his scrawling, pressing a sweaty palm to his forehead. 

“Right.” He sighed. “What about the power supply?”

“Rechargeable batteries?” You suggested weakly. “Lithium-ion.”

“Very well. Frame?”

“Something durable. Titanium?” 

“Absolutely not,” he scoffed, pushing the notes away. “Why must you always insist on using the heaviest equipment?”

“I don’t know, corrosion resistance?” You muttered back, hovering over him. “Biocompatibility?”

“That’s perfectly manageable with carbon fiber!”

“So it shatters after the tiniest bump? Bravo, Viktor, how ingenious.” 

He lurches forward—rigid breath quivering over yours. Close enough to crush that thick skull with your forehead—if only you ventured, that is. But, alas, you’re not as brave just yet. Some brief eye-stabbing is about all you’re good for. 

“Fine,” he agrees, pulling away. “We’ll use aluminium alloys. Corrosion resistant and easy to machine. No one wins. Does that suffice?” 

“Yes. Now will you finally let me take your measurements for the sketch?”

He doesn’t answer—at least not verbally. Merely stands up and nods to the measuring tape, face still heavily contorted with displeasure. But you don’t oblige just yet. How can you, when Viktor’s fingers suddenly reach for his collar, fumbling with the button? And—oh no—now they’re sliding lower, reiterating once, twice, thrice, until his chest (flushed, but that might just be wishful thinking) is fully peeking out, teasing the smooth scrap of ivory skin. 

“What… are you doing?” You mumble, utterly startled. 

“…Undressing?” He says matter-of-factly, looking up at you so askance as if you’d just asked him if the sky is blue. One more ministration and the shirt is neatly folded next to the parchment—waiting for you to be through with the measurements to be slid back on his bony shoulders. 

“That, I can tell,” you mumble. “Why did you undress?”

Viktor’s gaze daggers into you again. “Don’t tell me you were actually intending to measure me clothed? Can you not comprehend precision?”

“Precision?”

“The prototype is expected to cling to me. I don’t see how that’s achievable with my shirt on— I assumed that was rather obvious.”

“Shut the fuck up.” 

“Ah, sweet civility. I even started worrying that other entitled pricks must’ve depleted your decorum, but it seems like you saved some up for me after all. I’m flattered, really—“ 

You don’t even register when it happens.

Next thing you see is Viktor seizing your wrist—sternly yanking your slap off his face before it gets the chance to land there in a flared handprint. Nothing but pure rage and prickliness—right where his short nails are lancing your skin, engraving an ugly bracelet you’ll wear for hours.

Well, maybe there is something else. Something inexplicable, and tremendous—deep in the way your eyes keep drifting south—where his pants sling low on defined hips, and the pretty trail of dark hair runs from navel to waistband—no doubt circling exactly what you manage to make out in the convex slope of his crotch. And you want to slap him for that, too—sonorous, and frenetic. Going in again with full force, but his force always turns out to be fuller—and in an instance he firmly twists your arm, pinning it behind your back—pale face barely five inches away from your flushed one. 

What happens next is beyond any explanations. Later, he’ll blame it on inertia—that stupid urge to maintain the speed, to stay in motion with your messy antics until some external force stops him—a simple need to claim you before the inevitable collision.

But there’s no inertia in escalation. In the way his free hand grabs you by the nape and clashes agape mouths together, teeth bumping hard enough to make you consider booking a dentist appointment later. Not a sign of inertia when you grab him, either—a little clumsy through the sharp pain in your twisted arm—bold fingers raking his scalp in a vengeful tug on his hair. 

And it’s more than a kiss. If anything, it looks like you’re trying to eat him—tongue out and thrusting into his throat so fiercely that he gags on it, almost tearing up. Now you know what sheer desperation sounds like, and it’s grunting against your mouth, suddenly pitching to a pathetic moan when you grab a handful of chestnut hair and pull so hard that his eyes roll back, lean frame shaking under your violent approach. You use that startled momentum to try and pry your arm free, but he still keeps it in place. 

“You’re hurting me!” You hiss, attacking his neck—the very one you always shamefully admitted to finding the sexiest any man can possess, and your teeth roughly pinch at his voice box, coaxing another whine. 

“Good.” He groans with spite. “I hope I am.” 

And yet, he releases your aching arm, trading it for a calculated squeeze of your waist. But the audacity overshadows his little mercy. You instantly use the unrestrained privileges to force a finger into his mouth—astounded at the way he instantly opens up, almost mockingly pliant. More so when you spit on his tongue, sparing no shame—as if trying to rile him up beyond recognition. Grinning, when your saliva dribbles down his chin. 

“Ah.” He huffs, instantly licking up the remnants. “Thank you. Ever so disrespectful.”

“You haven’t earned my respect,” you lie, nudging him towards the chair. Not even bothering to wait until he lands, impatient hands already messing with his belt—so treacherously earnest as you shake, unfastening the buckle, and the bastard chuckles at that, looking down at your eager work. 

“That’s a new low, then,” murmurs coyly, helping you into his lap, heavy head leisurely thrown back. “Sleeping with someone you don’t respect.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Oh yes. You’re about to.” 

You glare at him from under heavy lids, but the anger refuses to linger—not when he stares back full of indignant awe, so clearly basking in your attention. With his cock half-springing out of undone pants, shamelessly twitching against your palm. And not a single breath was hitched to conceal his excitement. 

“Must you always be so insufferable?” You reproach, pushing his hair back—too domestic for your own liking, and yet it doesn’t feel unfitting. Especially when he leans into your hand, welcoming your touch on his sweaty forehead—like he wanted you to feel it fever up with want.

“No.” He shakes his head. “But if it can grant me this, I’ll triple the effort.” 

“What happened to new lows? You don’t have a fraction of respect for me, either.”

“You’re right.” He shrugs. “Fractions could never encapsulate my tribute to you.”

And his hand slipped under your skirt, shakily crawling home—precisely where you’d never confess to needing him a mere minute ago. But the sentiment did a decent job at diluting your rancour. There came no protest when he introduced two long fingers into your underwear, openly gasping at the evident dampness. And you allowed him that with no regrets. Moreover, you helpfully sank yourself knuckle deep, wincing at the brief burn, arms wrapping around his neck as he sweetly looked up, seeking your  permission. Which was instantly found in the pretty moan you spilled into his mouth, slick tongues back at their futile attempts to strangle each other. 

However, your patience was running thin. As much as you wanted to indulge in proper foreplay, whatever masochistic dance he exposed you to had you in agony ever since it started—and it was getting unbearable to ignore the ache, no matter how bad Viktor  craved to postpone the main course. 

Your thighs clenched hard as you crouched above him, fingers wrapping around the hilt to awkwardly line the tip up with your cunt—the slick sound of it slowly sliding down suddenly igniting some tender bashfulness. Like you didn’t just spit in his mouth with a vile smirk. Like he never had to confine you from slapping him in the face. 

That stretch felt different from the one after his fingers. Significantly richer, it made you whine—a pitiful sound reverberating against his skin as you held on tighter and allowed him to bottom out, savouring every little crevice inside you. Raw, yet neither of you seemed to care—that concern was pushed alongside your underwear, then forgotten altogether when your walls clenched him, offering tight bliss. 

“Move,” you demanded, grabbing him by the chin. Viktor rasped something back, but you didn’t catch it—already too busy tongue-fucking his pretty neck, turning your teeth into sharp tools ready to stain it mauve with bites. 

And he complied again. One hand trembled on your hip while the other crawled between your legs—first missing your clit in the chaotic pace of thrusts, then finding it again as it grazed his fingertips. So cheeky when he dared to pinch it, avenging every pull on his hair. Though, he couldn’t gloat in your wince. Not when it clearly was one of the pleasured kind. 

But you didn’t feel like letting him regain composure. You already missed his husky groans—ached to test what else fucking you could make him mutter. Fogy gaze found his face again, softening at the sight—all wet forehead full of concentrated creases and thin lips bitten to bloodless paleness. 

You took over. Let him lean back and rest as you roughly rode him into the chair—and for that he gave you a grateful moan, the insistent thumb toying with your clit never stopping even for an instant. Good with his hands, and he knew it—proudly grinned when you struggled to keep going, taut legs treacherously giving up astride him. 

That didn’t please you in the slightest. You wanted him to be close, too: slid a hand up his chest and angrily tugged at one nipple—chortling when his mouth dropped in a stunned gasp. Bewildered, but he didn’t mind it—amber eyes squeezed shut when his head lolled, and you finally got his lovely moans back—raspier than before, ravenous enough to make your head spin. 

You could already feel it, pulsing somewhere deep within. Blurry vision couldn’t make him out anymore, the lab smudging into a mess of weird shapes—you were about to cum, hard, and Viktor threatened to follow suit any second—his thumb failing to hold steady, and yet the pressure was still there, courtlesly helping you chase that sweet relief. Such a gentleman. 

“Close,” you chanted. “So, so close.” 

“I know,” he answered, choking on a groan. “Me too.” 

And you melted, almost crushing him with your weight. Quivering in a spasm so intense that it had him struggling to keep moving, and yet he was mindful of the risk—used the last fractions of his brain capacity to gently nudge you off his cock and pump it fast and hectic. Cumming in one endlessly thick rope, with a moan so vocal that it reached you even through the layers of foggy, ear-buzzing aftermath. Had you shuddering when you clung off his shoulder, glassy eyes wide with trembling astonishment. You stared at him through the approaching wave of disbelief. 

No signs of regret so far, or maybe it was simply still forming—for now, you silently admired not a snarky bastard, but a pretty, fucked out boy beneath you. 

“Oh, would you look at that.” Viktor chuckled, sheepishly looking down. “I didn’t forget.”

“What?” You mumbled in confusion, following his gaze.

And when it finally caught your attention—sticky and relentlessly staining his pants—you slammed a hand over your mouth, muffling the hysterical laughter. 

“And here I thought I finally fucked your remarkable memory out.”

“Oh, by no means. As, eh… intense as that was, that misery of mine is not going anywhere. However,” he trailed off, his hand skittishly moving towards yours, “sex clearly proved beneficial for our… dynamic.”

You smile, sliding your palm into his warm grasp. 

“Can it ensure us enough civility to win the competition?”

And Viktor scoffs, coyly looking you in the eye. 

“Why should we limit it to just that?” 

[samlizzy71]

Any other trans girl out there who plays the bass? x)

Some years ago, I wanted to make a virtual band with my OCs. I've always loved music and had the chance to be in a couple of local bands, but nothing that lasted long enough. I mostly played the drums x) but since then I wanted to make my own project. In this virtual band, Avelyn plays the bass! Elizabeth plays the guitar, and (I hope you know them, but will understand if you don't x) You will soon!) Giselle plays the guitar too, Eris plays the drums, and Valerie plays the piano/keyboard.

This year I want to start making music again, and compose things I'd love them to play! Also because I have a couple of ideas in mind for animations, and I want to make the music for them -u- So I've set a goal on Ko-Fi (https://ko-fi.com/samlizzy71) in case anyone wants to help! As always, donating is completely voluntary! I took the chance to draw this and ask for your help since Lynn's birthday is next month (February 19) so this will also count as her birthday gift <3

Hope you like it, and this will soon be available as a poster at my Redbubble store!

[atinystarcafe]

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Synthetic heartbeats | part 2 - @armpirate ✴ | robot!san x inventor!reader (COMPLETED)

After loneliness has hit you, you decided to create a companion through an AI project you had left pending after failing with it. SAN is a new technology robot, able cover up your needs before they were obvious, giving you the fake human support you were looking for. Although, maybe that human support isn't as fake as you thought and SAN is able to cover up more needs than you could ever think of...

In The Quiet Spaces | Of Wanting - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | boyfriend to husband!san (COMPLETED)

a quiet morning snowed in at the cabin with san ❄

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Roommate - @s4nniebe4r | enemies to lovers au, forced proximity (ONGOING)

a mutual friend suggests you and choi san, of all people live together

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ceilings | Part 2 | Part 3 - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✴ | parent au, pe teacher!san x (not so) single mom!reader (COMPLETED)

your kid is finally ready to go to school, and you're spiraling. thankfully, you find friendship with your kid's teacher and she becomes determined to become your best friend. simultaneously, she tries to set you up with the cute pe teacher, but you know him from somewhere deep within your past. can the truth come out without jeopardizing your future? 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It's You - @minisugakoobies ✴ | best friends brother!san (ONGOING)

He was only supposed to be a temporary roommate. Your best friend's little brother, crashing on your couch for a few weeks. That's it. How did this happen?

Virtues And Dices | Silent Night, Unholy Night - @outlawinthisworld ✴ | christmas au, childhood friends to lovers au (COMPLETED)

Wooyoung gifted you a set of Naughty Dice at your group’s annual Christmas party, which your childhood best friend and long-time crush, San, found intriguing…

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Too Sweet - @yoongiseesawmp3 | model!san x designer!reader

it's love at first sight when you see san. he's perfect...for your runway show! he's the top model right now, and everyone wants him. you want him a little more, but we'll unpack that later. can you get the it boy into your collection?

U Got It Bad - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✴ | baseball player!san x reporter!reader

you've been covering your local team for years. the players, the coaches, everybody knows you. except for newbie choi san. he just joined the team, but he knows you from somewhere...maybe the bar last night?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Last Of The Real Ones - @k-hotchoisan ✴ | villain!san x hero!reader kinda

you awaken from a three centuries slumber, sealing yourself after being almost sacrificed to be the next heavenly offering, your memories barely intact, and now you realise the world is almost completely destroyed. You have no choice but to find out what happened.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sweet, Sweet Revenge - @hwallazia ✴ | sub boyfriend!san

you give san a taste of his own medicine, taking the lead and setting the tone yourself.

Overwhelmed By Instinct - @domm1etae ✴ | a/b/o au, alpha!san x omega!reader

Have you ever imagined a needy, desperate alpha in rut, so overwhelmed by pleasure that they pass out while their omega rides them? Their omega, still eagerly bouncing on their cock, only realizes their adorable, pathetic alpha has blacked out from the sheer intensity of it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Help - @tsukisrants ✴ | strangers to lovers au

you’re tired of your ex trying to control your life, and as you’re once again faced with him, you know you’ll have to rely on yourself to make it. but… things don’t go as planned, and for once, someone steps in, and helps you. instead of going home, you decide to give the stranger a chance at making your night memorable. and fuck, he does.

The Last Straw - @vent-stink | boyfriend!san

After getting into an argument with your friend, you can't help but feel the weight of everything else falling on you and San doesn't know what to do to help.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Leave The Window Open - @sungbeam | neighbours to lovers au, cat dad!san

turns out your upstairs neighbor has a cat who adores climbing through your window — oh, and said neighbor is also fine as hell.

Dolce And Gabbana - @kitten4sannie ✴ | idol!san x guest!reader

san can’t seem to get you off his mind after sitting next to you during the latest D&G showcase, so he has no choice but to get you on his dick instead.

Kitten Fever - @kitten4sannie ✴ | hybrid!au, parent!au, cat hybrid husband!san

after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.

Middle Of The Night - @kitten4sannie ✴ | boyfriend!san

these days, san can never seem to get a good night’s rest, that is, until he’s able to completely unload himself inside his pretty little girlfriend. good thing you‘re laying right next to him.

Gold Rush - @kitten4sannie ✴ | western au, cowboy husband!san

san strikes gold, in more ways than one.

Last Christmas - @kitten4sannie ✴ | exes to lovers au

during a winter getaway with your friends, you end up having to come face to face with choi san, the man who broke your heart in two just last christmas.

Wooyoung's sister - @hotteokyu ✴ | enemies to lovers, idol!san x wooyoungs twin!reader

Your brother's career would be over if not for his pretty substitute. You can sing, dance, and make a perfect impression of Wooyoung, so you accept his plea. You have your own reasons, of course. It's about time you meet the man thirsting for your innocent brother and put him in his place. You hate people like him. Choi San.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Depths Of The Ocean - @joong-of-gold | single parent au, office au, single parent!san x office worker!reader

the ceo of your company doesn't seem to have a warm bone in his body, constantly strutting around the office with an unnecessary aura of authority. however, the facade falls away when you discover he has a daughter, and you delve into the depths of his true personality.

With A Touch Of Sweetness - @atxxzist | regular!san x barista!reader

working at a cafe, you have to deal with a certain customer with dimples who always like his iced coffee extra sweet

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sugarplum - @itstheghostofmypast | husband!san x bakery owner!reader

So he loved HIS ROLLS HUH?!

A Goodfella's Moondance - @itstheghostofmypast | mafia!au

He waited for her to waltz into his arms, and she did. He felt her jitter and shiver under his touch, much like how he did the same on her love. He had found someone to love and cherish, someone who kept his fragile morality in check, someone who he could call a lover, a wife, a weakness.

14:00 - @itstheghostofmypast | corporate worker/husband!san

He was glad he took her to Japan on a business trip, one of the best decisions of his life.

Cuteness Clad In Silk - @xaer1s ✴ | boyfriend!san

san was always a calm and collected guy, not riling himself up easily but this simple change you made tonight, unexpectedly -especially for him- had him feeling a bit too excited.

Rock & A Hard Place - @bombuni ✴ | slight dubcon, roommate!san

your roommate lends a helping hand.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Honey, Baby - @i-like-loserz ✴ | sub husband!san

san needs your attention

Mommy & Daddy - @i-like-loserz ✴ | boyfriend!san x tipsy!reader

you come home from a girl's night out feeling extra needy for your boyfriend

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sensitive - @ateezscupid ✴ | sub boyfriend!san

All you were doing was giving your boyfriend head scratches. You didn't expect him to completely fold under your touch.

Obsessed - @hwallazia ✴ | boyfriend!san

just virgin!san eating u out for the first time <3

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sleepy Adoration - @solaris-amethyst | boyfriend!san

You're getting ready for bed and your boyfriend refuses to go to bed without you despite the fact that he can barely keep his eyes open.

It's You - @xomakara ✴ | actor!san x publicist!reader

You're a publicist secretly in love with your famous client, San, but his manager thinks you should cook up a story about him and his co-star to generate buzz for their upcoming movie. This involves arranging dates and photo ops for the two of them, but you can't help but notice he seems more interested in you.

Roadtrips - @enhanextdoor | proposal au

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀��� 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

A Burning Passion - @k-zuzulibrary | strangers to lovers au, boxer!san x med student!reader

an amateur medic assigned to treat a famous, professional boxer. what possibly could go wrong?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Devotion - @cheolism-archive ✴ | rebel!san x gang leader!reader

after a year of fighting in a rebellion, san was tired of battle. like an angel, a goddess, you offered him peace. 

Just You - @wwooyology ✴ | roommate au, enemies to lovers au

he was just your annoying roommate that you just couldn't wait to get away from. all of his late night rendezvous started to get under your skin so you just avoided him like the plague. that was until you needed his help getting to class and of course he wanted something in return.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Little Too Late, A Little Too Drunk - @dae-chwiita | friends to lovers au, drunk!san

You keep ignoring San and his drunk self can't handle it.

Primal Instinct - @mingi-s-dimples ✴ | werewolf au, werewolf!san x human!reader

when you decide to confront San after days of him avoiding you, unknowingly step into the lair of a werewolf in rut, you ignite a night of uncontrollable desire and primal intensity.

Kalla - @armpirate ✴ | hotel owner!san

The calla lily has a fair amount of symbols related to it. And the owner of the hotel you were sent to work to chose to use the hidden lustful, sexy and sensual meaning of it.

With Love For You - @honeyhotteoks ✴ | husband!san

you’ve been married to choi san since you were young, and you love him wholly and completely, but you also need to discover and understand your own sexuality. san is nothing if not supportive, and as a couple you hire an escort to help you explore those desires.

Apt For Two - @i-like-loserz ✴ | friends to lovers au, drunk!san

San's Sweet Touch - @brownsugarbaybee ✴

Lovers Lane - @shinestarhwaa | parent au, husband/dad!san

Sweat And Sweet Kisses - @wonbinini | boyfriend!san

Climbing A Mountain - @shinestarhwaa ✴ | sexworker!san

Riding San For The First Time - @starmatzz ✴

Morning Warmth - @st4rlvr

At The Alter - @st4rlvr

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[hello-gloomy]

Hello Hello! I tried to find your rules, but I couldn’t so I apologize in advance if I’ve broken any! May I request some Senku headcanons or an imagine (whichever you prefer) of him and his genius! S/O post petrification. They managed to get un-petrified elsewhere and he comes across them doing their own thing in the same “I need to rebuild society” mindset as him

Nerd-synthesis-

Ngl I went off the handle w this one and it's kinda fire, I hope you don't mind that I put a wack ass twist to it. (Might have to make a part two let me know ya'll)

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A Thousand Years

Senku x Gender neutral!Reader

Description: When the KOS arrives in Europe for supplies for the rocket project, they find a colony that is quite far along with their advancements. When some locals take them to the colony's leader, it's the last person Senku thought he'd see.

Warnings: It's pretty tame, with a sprinkle of angst. The reader isn't introduced till later, and there is no mention of pronouns or exact gender. Slightly dialog heavy. Nameless side characters. Strays from cannon.

A/N: This one gave me so much damn trouble, please enjoy this so its at least worth all the suffering I went through for it. Also, this might be my new fav timeline for this one ngl. Let me know if ya'll want a part two, please. BTW make sure u look up what Senku's name after you read this and his birthday :^

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"Orstway trip ever," Gen spoke as they set down the boarding plank to the beach. After finishing things up with the American colony, they planned to head toward Europe to finish getting supplies for the rocket; they chose their crew members and made the estimate of the trip taking two months and planned accordingly. Senku walked near Xeno and looked around the beach, looking at the lack of stone statues. Xeno looked over at him, hoping that he saw it too.

"Something's wrong," Senku said with a slight diminishment. He was hoping they wouldn't get into a fight just as they landed. They were low on food and needed to replenish supplies before they could have anything happen. Ukyo looked up and stared off. A few others saw and looked where he was staring, and then they heard children laughing. A group of what looked like grade schoolers came running up to them excitedly; they spoke English and were asking questions about the boat. An older teen came running to catch up to them, looking slightly fearful of all the foreigners. Gen and Senku made way to talk to the teen, seeing as they were close in age, and Ukyo talked and entertained the younger kids with questions. Xeno and Stanley came to join Gen to make a plan; they convinced the teen to take them to the main European colony to talk to this group leader and would leave Ryusui and a few others on the Perseus to keep watch in case things went wrong. The teen herded the kids along while guiding the group. They took notice of a few things: the clothes were pretty close to 20th-century clothing, there was a clear path from the beach to somewhere else, and it was pretty worn in, showing that it was made a while ago. The teen led them to a rustic-looking establishment and took them indoors to a Railway depot. When they were fully inside, other people were waiting in the station with them; some were reading books, and others were talking and waiting quietly.

"Apologies- but when was this colony established?" Xeno asked while taking in everything. Gen had run off to talk to other locals as subtly as possible. Senku was practically shaking with excitement at how far along the entire place was; he couldn't wait to see what the main area looked like.

"I think the founder said they broke out around 5728. AP," The teen answered with a shrug. The group all came back together with each other when they heard the loud bellow of a train horn. It was sleek, black, and a fantastic piece of machinery to behold for them.

"Ryusui-chan is gonna want this so badly when we tell him about this later." Gen teases with a grin as they board the train, walking past other seated passengers, with some staring at the start before returning to their little worlds. They all take their seats while admiring the inside of the cabin. Stanley lights a smoke, and a woman in a uniform matching the trains interior scheme comes over, opens the window and a fold-out tray where they are sitting, and sets out an ashtray for him. The group is stunned and amazed before chatting excitedly about the ordeal. Senku watches the scenery pass by them out the window; the area surrounding the train tracks still keeps the natural areas the same, and they pass by one or two towns on the way to what he hopes is a city. He sighed and rested his head against the glass; the whole ride there took about ten minutes. The announcer tells them the name of the stop, and they get off with a few other passengers; their guide tells them they must stop for a payphone to make a call quickly.

"YOU HAVE PAYPHONES!" Gen looks like he's about to cry, and Senku races to catch up with the teen, asking to see the phone as well. The kids stay with some of the group while Senku, Xeno, and the teen make the call while the latter two watch. After they make the call, they walk along the stoned and paved roads to a cafe to drop off the kids with another friend and then make their way to the council office as they've been informed all the prominent leaders are currently having a meeting. The outside of the building had a gothic architecture; when they made it inside, multiple bells lined the ceiling, with most of them sporting linning connected to a device on a far side of the building. Senku made a note to ask about that later. The teen told them to have a seat while they went inside to get the colony leader.

"How high is the possibility of us getting shot on sight?" Gen asks with a slight nervousness to him. Xeno leaned against Stanley, and Senku got up to pace a bit while observing the inside of the building.

"We have a 20 percent possibility of that happening, " the soldier answered nonchalantly, and both doctors nodded along. The doors they were waiting outside burst open, and many voices came from within the room.

"Sorry about that! Ya'll can come in now." A woman with a strong accent told while poking her head out. They all looked between themselves before shrugging and waltzing in. There was a large round table in the center of the room, a balcony above them, and a few people sitting around and arguing. Senku looked around and was starting to get weary with the lack of progress now; seeing all the advancements was nice, but he needed materials and needed them soon; eventually, a voice that he thought he would never hear again booms out from the shadows.

"We've built payphones, trains, lights, hell, even cameras! But you want to stop at the thought of creating a satellite." Such conviction in your voice made his heart clench; you walked down the steps, came to the center of the room, and slammed your hands on the table.

"I wish to explore the stars and communicate across the waters!" You said with a flourish and a wave of your black-gloved hands.

"And getting to the stars will help me accomplish that goal." It was like when he built inventions with you in the old world. He couldn't help but smile as you laid out your plan to everyone in the room and swayed them so quickly; in the end, when you held the vote, everyone agreed with you with the joy you held when you initially told them of your plans. Once the meeting was over, you had everyone leave the room; the woman that had let them in earlier had pointed them out to you; you took a double glance when you saw him and dropped everything in your hands when you saw him.

"You look older, " he tells you while skimming your appearance; the kid earlier said the time of when you had broken out, he estimated that you had to be at least nine years older than him. He walked around the table to get a closer look at you, and you backed up a bit as he approached. Your eyes started to water as you looked at him; he thought you were always more emotional than him. He raised his hand toward your face but stopped just short of it; then, you crushed him in a hug. He returned it the best he could and laughed while you cried quietly into his chest.

"Uhm- hate to break whatever this is up, but care to explain Senku-chan?" Gen butted in, and Senku sighed while still holding you, patting your back while you got out thousands of years of distance from your lover out on his lab coat.

"They're my…Hm…Fiancee." You snapped up from his chest with a surprised look.

"Congratulations." Xeno offered while you and Gen both spluttered; you were about to ask when this happened when Senku slipped off your glove and then on a metal band with a small green jewel onto your left ring finger. You were left standing there looking stupid while he told you to show them around the place. You were floating along the whole tour, still lost on how you would get married after having not seen him for over three thousand years.

"Oh, there's still a monument left from when we originally built the town when I woke up here." You perk up as you tell them and pick up your pace to show them. As you walk outside, they see other city inhabitants greet you with warm smiles and occasionally stop to give you things or to chat quickly. By the time you make it to the monument, the sun is starting to set. It's slightly off from the communal eating area for the original island settlers: a giant stone slab with names carved on it and dates beside them. The five of you look at the list of names, and Senku spots yours; his eyes trail over to the date you broke out of stone: January 4th, 5728. He reaches his hand out to it. Gen looks over at the date, and his eyes widen at the year.

"That means you should be forty years old.." The four of them look over at you.

"They don't look forty, closer to twenty, thirty the most," Xeno says as he holds his face while looking at your features.

"After the second time I was turned to stone, I stopped aging." You answer with a shrug; they all look at you slightly horrifiedly. You wave them off and lead them back to the town hall.

"We should probably call the Perseus to restock on supplies." Senku interjects as you lead them.

"Let's go to the communication room, then; the payphones might not connect to your frequency, " you tell them with a happy clap of your hands. You lead them to a large room with vintage communication systems and lead them over to a girl who looks older, taller, and closer in appearance to you. You introduce her as your sister and tell her to communicate with their ship. Xeno helps her find the frequency, and the device crackles to life; you hand Senku and Xeno a headset, grab one for yourself, and start to speak.

"This is the city of Thousand Skies hailing the Perseus; do you copy?" There's silence on the other end before a calm voice answers.

"This is Perseus we copy." You smile at Senku and let him take over; he breaks down the situation, and you can hear some cheering in the background.

"We'll send out a group to help move you guys to the city and take the Perseus to the docks closer to the city so we can load it up with supplies." You sent out a few groups with some cars with good carrying capacity, as the train would have taken too long and stopped running due to the late hour. You head to the meal hall and ask for the chefs to prepare for a party; while you wait, the four that came with you initially sit, and you bring over some drinks for them all. You sit beside your soon-to-be husband and start fussing over his clothes a bit; when you finish, you look at his face and sigh while running your hands over the petrification marks that were left permanently. He grabs your hand with the ring on it while watching you, moving closer you glance at his lips, and before the two of you can kiss,

"Damn, is this how you felt with me and Xeno, Gen?" You cover your mouth with your hand while Senku glares at your onlookers. They cackle amongst themselves while teasing Senku some more. You lay your head on his shoulder instead, and the rest of his crew burst into the hall; they start to take seats at all the tables, and the one you heard over the mic sits with your group along with a loud blonde and Senku's childhood friends. You haven't felt this at home in a long time; his friends excitedly tell you tales of their adventures worldwide, and you end up sharing yours with them the hall calming down to listen. When you finish your story, Taiju raises a toast in your honor, and everyone shouts their 'cheers' for you. Eventually, when everyone is distracted, you share your long-awaited kiss with Senku; it was worth waiting all those years for it.

"OH MY GOD, THEY'RE KISSING!" Senku holds his head in his hands, and you can't help but laugh.

[ryuucam]

Hii im the person w the previous Mizuki ask, im not rlly good at asks but could I request Mizuki + hot spring sex and praise? Im seriously obsessed with her

PERFECT STRANGER

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ it’s scientifically proven that regular hot springs visit can make your body healthier - the benefits seemingly increase when the main shareholder for the bath house you visit the most keeps you company.

tw implied ill reader (projecting much..) even if nothing is specified, sickly sex hear me out… dubcon-ish, first meeting hook ups, porn WITH plot (i love writing wlw..) very condescending dom!mizuki (sub mizu here), slight exhibitionism, yandere tendencies if u squint. 1.6k words

a/n she’s so cutesy why does her kit have to suck </3 also just noticed that in one of her voice lines she talks abt how awkward it is to have conversation with a stranger .. queen sorry for making u ooc .. this is so long and the ending’s a bit messy </3

spring can’t come fast enough. you’re sick of the constant rain and snow in inazuma - your body’s not reacting positively either. the pumping headache you’ve had the last couple days doesn’t seem to go away, your nose is still stuffy, and your cheeks are flushed. you’re not too worried though, this has happened before: every winter, to be fair. you figured long ago that your probably have a shitty immune system, and you’ve acted accordingly: regular check ups, health treatments, massages and countless evenings spent at the local bath house.

growing up in inazuma, visits to the hot springs were never a surprise, so much so that the current owner of aisa bath house knows your name by heart, even making small conversation as you deposit your mora for their services. “still sick?” aikawa, the owner, asks. you sniffle in reply, murmuring something about how it’s just the usual winter fever. he chuckles, before handing you a soft towel and speaking up once more. “y’know, miss mizuki is visiting today. she’s back from natlan, came here to check up on how the baths are doing.” “mizuki?”, your eyes perk up in curiosity. “haha, yes! miss mizuki, one of your best investors. be careful, yeah? she can be a bit peculiar at times.” you just nod - your head’s killing you and you feel like passing out any second by now.

once you undress and prepare your body accordingly to the bath house instructions - which you know by heart by now, you wrap a towel around your body. before noticing it, you find yourself checking out your reflection in the mirror, wondering about this miss mizuki, how’s she like, and what did aikawa even mean by peculiar? you sigh, moving your attention to fixing up the towel, which is, as always, short, maybe too short this time. well, whatever, it must be one of the new changes implemented by the shareholders.

as you slowly walk over the main bath you feel your skin heat up once more, head growing dizzy in seconds. when you manage to sit down in the bath you let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding - your eyes close in relaxation while the foggy atmosphere entrances your mind. it’s so warm, so peaceful and - "oh, didn’t know someone was here already.” a calm, peaceful voice interrupts your pensive state. you lethargically turn around, not recognizing your interlocutor.

a girl stands in front of you, blue-ish hair tucked into a bun, deep, spiraling eyes staring back at you. her skin is of a milky, ghostly even, white, smooth and soft, wrapped in the same towel you’re using. despite your feverish mind you can still figure that it’s a bit too short on her too, hugging her dreamy figure in all the right places. “ah, uhm, don’t worry about it.” you stammer - maybe you’ve been staring at her a bit too long. you move away slightly, giving her space as she sits next to you. “you don’t look well.” her voice interrupts your train of thought - again. “my health is quite feeble. my doctor recommended i visit hot springs regularly.” your reply is curt, dry, a poor attempt to cover your irritation.

“my, that doesn’t sound good, miss.”, the lady replies. “you seem tense. would you like a massage? don’t worry, i hardly ever get sick.” her honeyed words go straight to your head, and, against your better judgment, you nod. she seems so sure of herself, so comforting, but at the same time so eerie and distant. as you turn around, back facing her, you feel her cold breath hitting the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps over your skin. suddenly, a pair of cold hands grabs your shoulders, and begins working on knots and tight muscles. your head slumps forward - a mixture of pleasure from her massage and the fever acting up once again. her cold fingers are magic against your burning skin, a greatly appreciated sense of relief.

“i’ve - ah!.. never seen you around here.” you speak up after a few seconds. an amused chuckle hits the back of your neck. “i was on a business trip in natlan, i returned here a few days ago.” her hands slide down your shoulder, gently grabbing your arms. "it’s a shame, really”, the lady continues, “that we haven’t met sooner.”she leans forward, placing her chin on your shoulder. her eyes scan your figure, then go back to look at your flushed face. her hazy, dreamy eyes meet yours, and you find yourself lost in the deep purple hue. “mizuki’s my name.” you almost don’t register the newfound information, almost don’t recognize her as the esteemed benefactor that keeps the bath house open, too mesmerized by something you just can’t figure out. mizuki giggles again, her smile soon replaced by a grin. her hands start moving again, up and down your upper arms, warming up your body even more. your breath becomes heavier, almost panting, and your eyes flutter shut, letting her do her thing.

her fingers start tracing the outline of your shoulders, then drop down to your back, where you’ve messily wrapped your towel. in a swift motion, the piece of fabric falls, leaving you exposed. she presses herself further onto your back, before reaching out to untie her own towel. a flimsly piece of satin now shields your back from her breasts, but you can still feel her plush skin with no issue. mizuki’s hands move back to your shoulders, keeping up the slow, sensual strokes. then, they drop down to your chest, feeling the weight of your own mounds with her very own hands. it takes a few moments for mizuki to grow bolder with her touches, now squeezing the fat of your tits with little to no regard for the whines you started letting out. her cool fingers are torture against your nipples, throbbing and swollen because of the sensation play. your back arches, and you throw your head back, getting dizzier with every move.

with one final squeeze, mizuki stops groping you for a second, just enough to hear you whine and plead to just keep touching you. “oh my, you’re so cute. i’ll make you feel all better, ‘kay? let me take care of you.” she litters small kisses all over your shoulder blades, as one hand starts rubbing your nipple again, and the other slowly makes way to your cunt. her fingers poke your soft cunny, feeling the sticky sensation of your juices even under the water. her pointer finger nudges closer and closer to your clit, rubbing agonizingly slow circles onto it, mirroring the motion of her other hand circling around your nipple. you can’t think straight - you don’t know if it’s the fever or mizuki’s fault, though. her middle finger moves too, pressing itself against your hole. when you give her a meek nod, she enters you, immediately feeling your tight walls flutter around her finger.

she begins pumping her finger in and out of you, gradually going faster and eventually adding another digit. you’re panting, everything’s spinning and you feel so dizzy, but oh, mizuki feels so good. her tongue is licking long stripes across your neck, her nipples pressed snugly against the arch of your back. this is too much - she is too much - and you squirm out of her grasp, turning around to meet her face to face. she thinks you’re so cute. your hair’s all messy, sticking to your forehead, pupils dilated and saliva staining your lips. she knows what you need. and she’ll give it to you.

she lounges forward, throwing the satin towel away and exposing her full body to you, before gently pressing you to the ground. as soon as you’re sprawled across the floor, she climbs on top of you, lips engulfing yours, muffling your sniffles and whines. your chests are pressed together, her soft tits moving against yours, lubricated with both sweat and steam. mizuki chuckles when she feels your nipples poking hers, amused by how much you’re affected by this. she separates from you, letting you catch your breath for a second. “you doin’ okay, cutie?”, she speaks. her voice is even softer, lower, just a whisper meant to be heard only by you. you’re not focusing on her, too overwhelmed by your heightened, feverish senses. mizuki’s nice, too nice, she won’t even reprimand you for not answering. she just lowers her pussy onto yours, both of your sticky folds squelching against one another. “hehe, don’t worry, angel, i’ll make you feel all better.”

she starts moving, riding your poor cunny to oblivion, taking delight in your moans. you’re going dumb, so overwhelmed, unable to do anything but be still and let mizuki fuck you. the more her clit bumps into yours the louder and dumber you get - uncaring about how the door’s so thin, and anyone could walk in at any moment. “cutie, are you going to cum? ‘m not going anywhere.” her voice is honey for your poor, sick brain, stimuli going straight to your cunt. you nod, tears spilling out of your eyes. “shh, it’s okay, you’ll get all better soon, do you trust me?” she gets closer to you, tongue licking your tears away. she feels your pussy twitch against her, your own fluids squirting on her tummy. she cums quickly after, feeding on your own orgasm.

before mizuki can even say anything, though, you’re passed out, the fever taking its toll on you. she just smiles, and wipes the sweat off of you with a stray towel. she’s a psychologist after all, she knows this is much needed rest for you, so waking you up is out of the question. she slowly dresses you up again, and calls over one of the female employees working at the moment. mizuki just gives her instructions to leave you to rest at your house before discharging her. she hopes you’ll remember her, and not dismiss her as just a character in your dreams.

well, even if you do, she’ll come to visit you. again and again, no matter how much it takes.

[facefullofsadness]

pussy-drunk!purinz relieve your stress

roommate!purinz x reader, university!au

smut, 1.4k wc

for the lovely @strawbsj whose bday is todayyy!!! sorry if it's not that great jwannie bestie, it's VERY MUCH RUSHED n barely proofread (might fix later on), but I wanted to give u something today and what's better than purinz eating u out as a gift! (and I'm so sorry it's late ajhfsjgd)

your finals are coming up and wow, is it stressful. I mean it's evident in the distressed faces of your fellow classmates roaming the campus, rushing to the local cafes and library to squeeze in every single bit of study time they can so they don't fail. and you've been no different, hiding away in your room, slaving away at ur notebook with your head in your textbooks and a laptop in front of you.

your roommates yunjin and chaewon are completely chill honestly, they're already done with their projects they need to turn in and have no written exams, having chosen arts majors. they pity you, feeling bad sitting on the living room couch, staring at your closed door, wondering if you're even alive since they can barely hear any noise coming from your room.

having chosen a more studious major than your roommates always meant you were working hard at all times while they were js kinda there? they would always try to help you by making u food, getting you water, doing the chores for you, checking up on you, being sweet and all that. but after hours, 12 to be exact, of you studying, they thought that was enough, you desperately needed A FUCKING BREAK.

you were so zoned in on your work that u didn't hear the door creak open. ur study playlist played softly in the background as u jump, feeling hands land on ur bare shoulders. you blink away from your notes and look up at the concerned looking chaewon looking down at you.

"y/n-ie, that's enough..." her voice was almost a whisper, laced with worry.

"seriously, you've been at this for the entire day, take a break, eat properly, SLEEP?" yunjin reiterates behind her, form slowly coming into view.

you sigh out, leaning back against chaewon's relaxing massage on your shoulders. u didn't realize how exhausted you were until you stopped what u were doing, legs restless, eyes twitching, fingers sore, back hurting.

"I'm just really stressed and worried about this guys," you reply back.

"we know, but killing yourself over this isn't gonna help cutie," the taller girl shifts to move in front of you, closing your laptop and books, holding your worn out hands with her own.

"I don't know how to NOT overwork myself, you guys know that..."

the two girls exchange a look before looking back down at you.

"yeah, so let us help you," chaewon leans into your ear and sighs against it.

you feel a chill run down your spine and suddenly your hands turn clammy in yunjin's hold, the girl in front of you looking down at you with sweet but dark eyes.

"w-what?" you nervously ask.

"shhhh, let us do the work baby," chaewon's lips ghost the skin on your neck before placing deep wet kisses on them.

you immediately whimper at the sensation, throwing your head back against her shoulder. you grip yunjin's hands tighter, eyes closing at how good the short haired girl's mouth felt on you. u didn't even continue to question what was happening anymore, everything feeling too good to care and the exhaustion hitting you too hard to resist.

you hear rustling from in front of you amidst the wet noises next to your ear, feeling your bottoms fall to the ground and legs shift apart. u widen your eyes at the girl between your legs, placing sweet kisses against your thighs.

"jen-" you begin before she interrupts you.

"don't try to stop it, just relax," yunjin mumbles against your skin before dragging her tongue across your already leaking slit.

"fuckkkkkk," you moan out, the sensations tingling against your body intensely.

you lace both your hands into their hair separately, holding chaewon's head against your neck and yunjin's head against your pussy. their mouths moved so deliciously against your body, making your back arch in your shitty uncomfy dorm room chair.

you feel yunjin's strong hands grip your thighs apart firmly, making sure u couldn't close them, forcing you to take all of her pleasure. chaewon's hands occupied themselves as well, slipping up your tight-fitting tank top, thumbs circling your hardened nipples.

"you like that, sweet thing? does yunnie's tongue feel good lapping at your pussy? like how I just pincchhhh your little nips?" she emphasizes her words as her actions obeyed her command.

"chaewonnie ahh~!" you mewl, thrashing your head around at the stimulation.

yunjin's tongue was so deep inside of you, moving extremely expertly against your clenching walls, her nose rubbing your clit rhythmically. chaewon's mouth kept leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck, shoulders, jaw, and chest, even leaning over to reach it and leave marks. her fingers were so aggressive, never letting your nipples take a break.

it felt so fucking good. your mind was completely clouded with lust as the two girls fucked you for their own pleasure, addicted to the way your body reacted to each and every one of their touches. your grips on them tightened as every thrust of yunjin's tongue hit that delicious spot within you, chaewon's panting against your ear heightening your already overwhelming pleasure.

with the deep groan of yunjin's mouth against your cunt, the vibrations sent you into a blinding orgasm, a series of high pitched whines and whimpers leaking from your lips, back arching off the chair completely. your moans filled the girls' ears, filling them with more lust and desire than ever.

your body collapsed against the chair again as you released deep breaths through the aftermath of your climax. suddenly, you're being pulled up and thrown gently against your plush mattress, feeling your legs forced open once again.

you panic and pry your eyes wide open, looking down at chaewon now between your trembling thighs. "chae, wait wait- fuck!"

she ignores your cries as her tongue laps at the cum you released from your last orgasm, sucking and slurping your sensitive pussy lips. whimpers leak from you as her mouth forces her way around your cunt. you try pushing her head away from your center but your efforts fail as yunjin comes behind you, resting your body against her chest and effectively holding your hands behind your back.

"nuh-uh babe, don't even think about stopping this. just relax..." she breathes out against your ear before turning to capture your mouth with her own.

she kisses you breathlessly, taking the oxygen from your lungs. your whines are completely drowned out by the tongue being shoved down your throat, choking on yunjin's and your own combined spit, the sounds of chaewon's slurping under you making your eyes roll back.

your abused clit throbs and hole clenches around chaewon's greedy tongue, unable to thrash really at all due to the two girls forcing your body to move as they want. the pleasure was way too much, your body couldn't stop jerking at every single swipe of the girls' tongues against you. it almost hurt, how much arousal brewed in your stomach, just anticipating exploding.

yunjin finally releases your mouth and you immediately let out heaving breaths against her lips, tears welling up in your eyes at the sensations crawling across your body.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck..." you chant against yunjin, her holding you against her chest, caressing your skin.

"shhhh, you're okay doll," she coos.

"I... can't, no more," you start sobbing.

"don't resist, just feel..." yunjin kisses across your face.

"cumming, cumming!" you announce with an incomplete cry, ur voice cracking as you yelp helplessly, legs and body shaking uncontrollably.

chaewon doesn't stop her eating, continuing to devour you between your legs. you scream in sobs at her mercilessness, unable to handle anymore, your sensitive cunt red and worn out.

"okay chaewonnie, that's enough," yunjin sighs, grabbing the short-haired girl by her bob and pulling her back, away from your pussy.

your silent sobs don't wipe the lust-filled stare chaewon has in her eyes. you feel small against yunjin's grasp and chaewon's warm hands on your inner thighs.

"we're not fucking done, not even close..." chaewon heaves.

yunjin chuckles sinisterly in your ear, "mm-mm, no we're not."

you tremble and stiffen, the taller girl behind you swiping her long digits across your sloppy slit, gathering slick and dragging her tongue along it.

"y/n's way too fucking sweet and delicious to stop."

[angelltheninth]

HELLOOOO GOOD MORNNNNNN (even if its prolly not morning there) huge fan, love your hoyo posts LOVE UR WRITING IN GENERAL!!!!!!!! feel free to ignore if ur not taking any reqs rn but i wanted to know your take on the batboys having a meet-cute with their s/o!!! hope u have a good day btw 🫶

I'm so glad you enjoy my writing. Really makes my day.

Pairing: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne x Reader

Tags: fluff, meet-cute, flirting, difference of opinion, banter, dancing, pets

Ko-Fi | Rules | Fandoms and Characters | Commissions

A/N: I thought it would be funny to give them something more normal rather than the regula superhero things.

DICK GRAYSON

You meet him at the local dog shelter. Both of you want to adopt the same dog and neither of you want to back off. Dick is pretty well built and argues that he would take the dog out on walks a lot more than you, but on the other hand you live in a bigger house with a backyard so the dog wouldn't need to be cooped up in an apartment while Dick does, whatever he does for a living. When you hear he already has one dog you tell him then it's only fair that you get this one. The only way to settle this is to let the dog choose. And the dog chose you, much to your apparent rival's disappointment. Well since you both have a dog now, perhaps luck will have it and you'll meet at the park. He looks like a fun dog dad.

JASON TODD

Jason was someone you saw a few times at the bar that you both frequent. You never approached him before, despite really wanting to, so he approached you first. He called you out on staring at him like some pervert, and if you claim you're not then you should have no problem dancing with him. One dance isn't gonna kill you, or maybe you're a horrible dancer and you're hiding it. Well he might be an asshole, but you're the one who's been eyeing him ever since he stepped into the bar. So he gets to tease you for tonight. All he wants actually, since it's so fun to watch you blush. In exchange for being your dance and drinking buddy for the night, how about you repay him with a date.

TIM DRAKE

Tim and you go to the same classes at college so you see each other pretty often, or whenever he shows up actually. You never talked much, outside of when you needed to, you just knew of each other, more than knowing each other. In fact the first time you first talked to each other, for a long period of time, was in the library when you were both looking for the same book. Since you both had project deadlines and he was too busy at night, for some reason, you agreed to work on your projects in the afternoons. As it turns out he's a pretty nice guy, not at all the rich loner you thought he'd be. Not only that but he is very helpful when it came to your own project. So helpful in fact that you had to ask him on a date to thank him.

DAMIAN WAYNE

He really likes books and proving that he has better taste and understanding than anyone else. So of course you get into a debate with him over the book you read for this months book club. Damian is loud and has plenty of opinions, you and everyone else will hear them out regardless if you want to or not. This your first time seeing him at your book club so he has to be new and already making enemies. Of course you knew who he was, his last name was a dead giveaway, but just because his dad is one of the richest men in Gotham doesn't mean he gets to be rude. A fight almost breaks out between you two but he has a smirk on his face the whole time, a rather cute smirk. Part of you hopes that he'll show up to the next meeting.

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Quarterfinals, Match 2

expand to see all propaganda received! (wall of text warning oh my god this is a severe cautionary message)

Lauryn Hill:

"she paved the way and was hot as fuck the whole time"

"Girl c'mon. Look at her. You're gonna try and tell me that isn't the most beautiful and attractive person alive? Okay. You're lying but okay."

"if u freaks don't give ms. lauryn hill the respect she deserves..."

"actually one of the prettiest women ever I'm such a lesbian for her. like irl I'm already a lesbian but she is helping"

Damon Albarn:

"Don’t think Damon should be here? Why don’t you get your head checked by a jumbo jet? Maybe you’ll feel heavy metal and calm down."

"If Damon is in the “some guy” category, he’s the heavenly and heartbreaking version. Damon is the sort of significant stranger I’d see on the train out of Colchester but could never speak to, just a face seen in passing yet too radiant to be real. I’d fall in love for an hour and carry the ache for a month."

"Damon sets the standard for me. I think he’s the most fascinating man alive. What I find attractive in Damon is not just his gorgeous bone structure and boyish charm, but how wholly he’s committed himself to music. Damon is an artist who walked the walk: in one of his roughest years with some of his rawest songwriting, he said he was no longer excited by anything except the creative process. He was disillusioned with the celebrity of it all, with his relationships suffering for it, and only wanted to make art: nothing more, nothing less. He would go on to compose film scores, write operas and stage musicals, produce other artists’ records, form collectives to fulfill his passion for world music, and create some of the most globally successful music of his career in a completely innovative format that placed him as the phantom behind the characters. Whenever one band takes a break, he makes a solo record or puts together a supergroup to stay busy. He’s uniquely collaborative and still writes personal letters inviting artists to record with him, and yet can function as a one-man show, acting as a multi-instrumentalist, a singer-songwriter and a producer. He’s been a constant voice of bringing British music to the world *and* bringing world music into Britain. Sure, he’s won Brit Awards and a Grammy among others, but he also has a Guinness World Record and was named an Officer of the British Empire for his services to music; his long work with Africa Express earned him respect even from peers who’d previously dismissed him, and his commitment to support his Malian collaborators in the face of violence earned him the title of Local King in Mali. There is so much talent in the world, but there is truly no one else with a career that looks like Damon Albarn’s. Damon is far more than just a prettyboy to look nice on a magazine cover, but looks are the ultimate point of this tournament, so make no mistake: he was terribly, terribly pretty. You watch him performing in the 90s, you sift through photoshoots and interviews and documentaries, and it feels *cruel* how beautiful he was. If his talent was god-given, so was his face. To put a bow on this thesis: I don’t know if Gorillaz and Damon’s musical universe would be the experimental, globe-trotting, boundary-pushing community affair it is if Blur hadn’t become such a central figure in Britpop and if Damon had not been made such a media spectacle, and I don’t know if Damon would have been that spectacle if he wasn’t so ungodly pretty. The domino effect is that Damon’s cherubic face launched a thousand multimedia art school projects for decades to come."

"I wish I was basically any bloke in the 90s so I could tongue Damon Albarn down. Damon will see a man and ask “is anyone gonna kiss that?” and not wait for a response."

"I have a pillow with his face on it. I sleep with it every night 😊"

"“I’m more homosexual than Brett Anderson, always have been. As far as bisexuality goes, I’ve had a taste of that particular fruit, or have been tasted you might say…” is just the rawest most Shakespearean statement ever"

"he is the ultimate Pretty Boy ™. his glorious golden locks, his electric blue eyes. he is if Princess Diana was a Britpop Dude. he is the Regina George of Britpop. he is if Aphrodite took male form. Zeus would come down to earth to fuck him if he knew. he is a caffeinated orange cat let loose. he is deranged. he is unhinged. you never know what will come out of his mouth. he had sexual tension with every single man who knew him. he pulled justine fucking frischmann. his aura knows no bounds. he is a siren. he is a weird guy. but being so gorgeous stunning ethereal didn't stop him from also being one of the most prolific songwriters of his generation"

"THE MAIN BLUR"

"literally where do i even begin. i could write entire essays on this man. a good place to start would be the beetlebum music video, i suppose. i'll never forget the first time i watched that music video. something in me changed, my brain chemistry was altered, my life was never the same, i view the world a lot differently now. and a lot of the viewing i'm doing is of pictures of damon albarn's face because of boy do i have a lot of those saved. every time i try to look for a photo of something on my phone i can't find it because there's so much damon. okay that's maybe an exaggeration but this man has the most unfathomable beauty ever. his eyes? HIS EYES. god dammit i love his eyes i want to stare at them until the end of time like nothing else exists. i'm so normal about this man (lying) and while i'm usually very shameless about my interests i'm actually incredibly glad this propaganda is anonymous because otherwise. yeah. but the world deserves to see damon albarn's beauty and also hear his fantastic voice because what the fuck. his voice is literally the most gorgeous sound ever produced like bro sounds like that and expects me not to fall in love? i want this man to sing his silly songs and talk absolute nonsense to me until the sun eventually blows out and the world ends. cmon damon girlies let's demolish this tournament i know there are a lot of you."

"He’s beautiful. He’s a little rat. He’s a sweetheart. He’s a dickhead. He’s a musical genius. He’s a dumb bitch. He’s a jock. He’s a weirdo. He’s real. He’s an illusion. He’s everything. He’s just Damon."

"DAMON DAMON DAMON where do I begin oh jeez I've hyperfixated on this man for a solid 4 years and still going strong. Damon makes me wish that British people are real. That says A LOT. This man created a whole ass ANIMATED BAND WITH A SHIT TON OF LORE as a SIDE HUSTLE??? Not to mention, what other man has collaborated with Stevie Nicks, MF DOOM, Del the Funky Homosapien, Snoop Dogg, AND Beck?! People, we're literally in the presence of a god. And he's STILL GOING. Anyways, TL;DR, damon is so so so neat and cool and he should definitely win this competition. Thank you."

"Okay 90s Damon is The Perfect Boy yes yes, but the people who parrot the Daily Mail and say "he's ugly now" will never understand. I would still suck every drop from him on his deathbed."

"Vote for whoever you want to. But Damon is so pretty."

"i did not spend hours admiring this beautiful man's face on pinterest just to see him lose."

"Damon Albarn just brings me joy. When I'm watching him perform, following along as the camera lingers on and adores his pretty face, I get butterflies like I'm 15 again. It's nice to still feel that totally unguarded giddiness sometimes."

"God let the intrusive thoughts win making Damon. What if he's a beautiful blond twink with eyes like saucers and dick to his knees, he reads Herman Hesse and plays footie and is insufferable about both, he'll be the most prolific musician of his generation and write operas and seminal albums in 5 different genres and also he's gonna be the dumbest bitch alive? He'll also be kinda bi, but only kinda. And send."

"when i found out about his existence, my life was changed forever. i wish i could use him like the hannah montana boot milk pillow and chuck him at the wall so he makes a loud thud"

"Think of the drama and anon fights it'll cause if Damon wins it all! And think of how quiet it'll get after Damon's out. You'll miss him when he's gone, like memories of a noisy house years after it's grown silent. Choose Damon, and keep the messy train chugging."

"Even the Gallagher brothers have the hots for him."

"Kiss kiss I love him also you can't vote for any of the Seattle men they're literally copy and paste it's not fair. We need Brit representation"

"I want to take care of him, I want to provide for him. I need to gauge his baby blue puppy dog orbs out to I can clean them with wood varnish, paint shades of Pantone 320 C in his eyes, spray eau de parfume by dior in them and sew it back into his eyes like that scene in Toy Story 2."

"Seeing as simply filling the page with ‘Damon’ written 10000000 times isn’t going to cut it 😅 may I admit/submit: I DO have him tattooed on my being (no descriptive, is this anon?); he’s inspired somewhat unhinged late night/early morning fandom conversations in which I’ve served as ‘parish’ priest hearing confessions from all manner of folk about what they’d like to do to him/receive from him; sadly I lost an essay where I detailed why the letters that make up his name suit him so well, and described him as the hot caramel sauce to Graham’s cool vanilla ice cream. He’s a faerie princess with a nose that makes people weep and a voice that feels like the warmest home and he gives amazing hugs. He loves trains and chickens and his tuxedo cat. He’s annoying and sweet and somewhat unhinged and his music saves people and all this is on top of that fantastic dick. He’s a dream yet very real and we’re fucking blessed to be on earth at the same time as him, amen"

"Damon Albarn was a beautiful, beautiful boy. The world saw that, regardless of if every individual reading this has the same taste in men; it felt like a truth of the universe at the time. They don't make celebrities that angelic in face and erratic in personality anymore."

"I need to touch his eyebrows, nose and prostate just one time JUST ONE TIME COME ON"

[bloomingkyras]

Nordhaven Rec.Centers #The Sims 4 Fixer Upper Renovation (Build for download)

There once was a city plan for this green plot to house a new business. Nobody knows exactly what it was going to be—the project fell through, leaving not much more than an empty shell of a building. Yet the locals still hope that an ambitious entrepreneur might one day turn it into something.

Lot Type: I set this lot as Rec.Center but feel free to set it with any type of lots u want.

Lot Size: 50x40 (Fixer upper lot by The Sims 4 at Nordhaven)

Location: Iverstad (Nordhaven)

T.O.U

bb.moveobjects and debug cheat ( I use debug for exterior)

I use all the pack and some kits but feel free to change, if u don’t have any of those pack or kits.

play tested and let me know if u have some issue.

Feel free to change the interior to your preference and feel free to tag me or #bybloomingkyras if u use this build in your game.

PUBLIC DOWNLOAD

[erotetica]

Fuck Trump, here’s all the civil rights orgs I know:

(Most have education pages and/or socials to follow and boost if u can’t donate right now)

LGBTQ+

Trevor Project—queer crisis hotline/counseling (NOTE THAT THEY CALL POLICE IN CERTAIN SITUATIONS)

List of Crisis Hotlines/etc compiled by Inclusive Therapists .com which DON’T CALL POLICE

Point of Pride—helps trans folks having trouble accessing gender affirming healthcare

Trans Lifeline—community support/resources/financial aid for trans folks

Transactual—UK org focused on Trans adults access to medical care & legal protections, also doing work spreading awareness about Trans issues/lives and debunking misinfo.

REPRODUCTIVE RIGHTS

National Network of Abortion Funds—financial assistance/transport/childcare for people in ban states seeking abortions.

Brigid Alliance—same

Sister Song—reproductive justice for WOC

Indigenous Women Rising—helps Indigenous families access abortions/menstrual hygiene/midwifery/etc

Afiya Center—reproductive justice/HIV care for Black womxn in Texas

Abortion access orgs for Americans in the

Midwest

South

Appalachia (they also offer free emergency contraception/support services/etc)

RACIAL JUSTICE

NYU Law Center on Race Inequality—self-education resources on racism & antiblackness/how to contact elected officials/how to protest safely.

List of orgs protecting Black Americans, compiled by NYU (incl NAACP, Audre Lorde Project, BLM, Black Voters Matter, etc)

National Immigration Law Center—fighting for asylum seeking/DACA; helping immigrants access healthcare/worker’s rights/etc

American Civil Liberties Union—working on many intersectional initiatives

Southern Poverty Law Center—same

GLOBAL AID (While we Americans wait for shoes to start dropping, let’s not forget others in need, and that Trump’s atrocious foreign policies will affect everyone!)

World Central Kitchen—hunger relief

Action Against Hunger—same

War Child—supports and educates children in conflict zones, like Yemen and DRC

Medecins Sans Frontieres— medical aid

Islamic Relief USA—emergency aid

PALESTINIAN AID

Palestine Children’s Relief Fund— medical aid for kids

Anera— emergency relief & long-term development resources for Palestine, Lebanon, Jordan

United Nations Relief and Works Agency—aid for Palestinian refugees in Lebanon/Syria/West Bank/Gaza/Jordan

Palestine Red Crescent Society—medical aid

SUDANESE AID

List of humanitarian orgs working in Sudan, compiled by 500 Words Magazine

CONGOLESE AID

Panzi Foundation—supports assault survivors & their families

Eastern Congo Initiative—supports ands funds local/community-based Congolese efforts

Please reblog, & add any legitimate humanitarian organizations you know of! I love all of you!!

[auchrauch]

A (not so) detailed post about the current project I'm working on

Bringing here a slightly more extended version of my post from bluesky.

Please be nice because I might have one more thing to share with TGCF fandom.

I want to make a short visual novel featuring hualian in post-canon. Emphasis on "want to" because with a project of this scale I can't guarantee that it'll end up as a fully finished thing.

The original idea behind me starting this was simply "hualian having a wholesome day", though the mood slightly shifted towards something a bit more melancholic after I picked up a poem after which I named the game. (The poem's "Spring morning" by Meng Haoran). There is no continious heavy plot, just various SFW and NSFW routes which aren't connected between themselves (or are they?)

I tried to include different dynamics, so you can expect to see the classics (Top HC/Bottom XL) as well as versatile hualian (these routes can be hidden if someone doesn't fancy it). I also should mention that my understanding of characters and their dynamic can differ from what's considered the "norm" in the fandom, but I refuse to slap OOC label on my work because that's how I perceived these characters while reading the book and I'll be sticking to it. Oh, and I'm also following the revised version so there could be offhand mentions of events from the new extra or other small details like that.

I'm planning to release the final SFW version of the game for free (if it'll be finished at all), though I'm still not sure if I should hide NSFW version behind a paywall. Maybe I'll make one-time purchase posts for intermediate beta-builds too, so people can have a glimpse of what is in the works. Ideally I'd like to have at least some monetary support while working on this project, but providing consistent updates and materials in the patreon format wouldn't work for me, since, aside from commissions to pay my rent, the other project I'm involved with as an artist already takes a lot of my time.

So I can't give any dates and promises and will be simply working on this at my own pace.

So far, I have a complete (not proofread and not fully edited) script for all the routes as well as a working base for the game in renpy. I'm also almost done with UI and I made a couple of backgrounds, but that's nothing compared to how many more of them I still need. (You'll be subjected to looking at the picture attached to the post over and over again at the every start of the game).

For the next step, I'll probably focus on one route at a time and start filling them with visual assets.

I also can't decide whether I should stick to British or American English because:

1) This stupid gaijin can't differentiate between the two anyway.

2) I already started using "arse" yet I lost all the "u"s from my "ou"s and now I don't know which to change.

I'd like to hear which one people prefer more.

If you want to help in some way—I'm having trouble with sound design part as I'm locked out of purchasing anything from international sites/commissioning someone from overseas, and I don't want to risk commissioning assets for a NSFW lgbt game from anyone local since it' simply not a safe move. If you know any good resources that distribute sfx/sounds/music under a free flexible license please share! I'm using GDC royalty free archives but this obviously doesn't cover all my needs.

Idk what else to say here. Send help? Prayers for my sanity? Donations so I can pay my rent??? God, what am I even doing.

Here's the assortment of some early wips I already shared elsewhere:

[foreverromanticising]

for a long time | ln4

prologue: growing up beside you - paolo nutini

lando norris x fem!oc | 2.2k words | notes: highly recommend listening to the song of the chapter as u read, as always send me all ur thoughts i LOVE chatting

Seventeen was a pivotal age for Lando, an age that defined the path the rest of his life would follow; it was the year McLaren decided to keep a watchful eye on the boy’s career and the age he realised he loved her. It wasn’t some grand moment of realisation like he thought would happen the first time he realised he loved a girl, it didn’t look like any of the thousands of romance films she had forced upon him, but Lando was sure there wasn’t much difference in how it felt.

It was a quiet moment in her bedroom that had dawned this upon him but it made sense to Lando for he found more comfort in her bedroom than he ever had his own. His bedroom was barren besides the bare necessities and a few trophies dotted across shelves, but her bedroom was the picture of comfort. 

Over the years of knowing her and letting their friendship blossom into something larger than they were, he had learned to find solace in her bedroom, in the fairy lights that hung from her ceiling as she almost always refused the big light. As he moved through the different Formula series’, he had become accustomed to different hotel rooms and he knew if he wanted to go further than Formula 2 then he would have to learn to love them. But Lando wasn’t sure even Egyptian cotton bedsheets could compare to the feeling of coming home from a long day of meetings and driving, and being able to dive under her bedsheets. The mountains of pillows and blankets that she had collected over the years had created their own mould for his body alongside hers. 

Of course, he had already loved her, through stages. They were Lando and Phoebe, a pair that would cause everyone to roll their eyes at whenever they walked into a room together because, of course, they were together. But, never quite, together. Paired together in PE class when they were six, Lando would say though Phoebe would argue they were eight, and that had been their story written out in front of them. His house had always been a bike ride around the corner from hers so there was nothing stopping the two from spending every spare minute that they had with one another. 

Their friendship transformed over the years, going from more than classmates to best friends, so close it would take a world to tear them apart. Again, it wasn’t some dramatic realisation to realise how close they were, it was slow and natural; like it had already been decided by some higher power that they would remain attached by their hips. 

Their friendship changed with them; starting off small and scrawny before developing into a mature and stable, active connection. From eight to fourteen to seventeen, they learned to know each other just as they were beginning to learn about themselves. Their friendship faced all of the trials and tribulations from school; group projects, friendship falling outs, school dances, and crushes. 

Lando watched as Phoebe grew from the girl he knew in the playground who avoided any of the playground games, rather he would watch as she ran in the opposite direction from him whenever he approached her with the offer of joining in to play ‘tig,’. He watched as she started paying attention in classes, claiming school was actually serious to which he would roll his eyes back in response. But, he watched her with admiration as she would force him to join her in cycling to their local shop to grab another packet of flashcards. He wished he could share in a slither of her dedication when it came to learning but he much preferred watching in a focussed state, creating mind maps and posters galore, than actually creating those himself.

But, Phoebe understood that was where she and Lando differed. He wanted to keep his focus for driving and he refused to waste an ounce of it on learning about different types of clouds in geography class. She saw Lando make his way from karting to junior formulas, all the way into Formula 2, and she knew that wouldn’t be the end of his journey, rather only the beginning. His determination was unlike anything she had ever seen.

She respected his craft even if it began to drag them apart as they grew older, with how serious it had started to become for him. The Saturday nights that they would spend in Phoebe’s bedroom, maybe she was reading and he would be playing some video game, or they would crawl into her bed to watch countless films for hours on end; it didn’t matter what they were doing, every Saturday night was theirs. Obviously, Phoebe knew that this wasn’t forever, they were going to grow up and perhaps grow out of each other at some point but she craved to cling onto Lando whenever she could.

Though, this feeling of longing was reciprocated by Lando as he also had started to recognise how their Saturday nights together had grown thin, only few and far between compared to the constant it was only the year prior. His heart ached whenever he spent a Saturday night alone in a random hotel room; sure this was the path to the life his heart ached for in a slightly different way but he longed to have her under the same blanket with some romcom she praised so highly he couldn’t say no to her.

And that was how he came to realise his love for her, how he realised it was more than a friendship between classmates, that it stretched over seas and through the different cities; no matter what country he found himself in, whatever track he was racing on, she remained stagnant in his mind. 

So, when he finally had a free Saturday night, Lando found himself again perched upon Phoebe’s bed. Her windows were open and allowing the early summer breeze roll into her bedroom, the warmer air reminding her of how her exams loomed, getting far too close for what she could deem comfortable. But having Lando by her side for a night was enough to take her mind off of the dread she faced.

“I got an email today.” Lando began, hands fidgeting with one of Phoebe’s many teddy bears in his lap, hands fidgeting with the ears as he could feel her head whip around from where she sat at her desk - claiming she had the conclusion of an essay to finish before she could relax.

“Yeah, from who?” She questioned, wondering where Lando could possibly be going with this as she knew how quickly his life had changed; only a year or two ago, she would’ve assume the email was from a teacher and not felt the need to press any further, but everything had changed. The possibilities were endless.

“Mclaren…” He couldn’t fight the pure joy that dared to take over his face as he tried desperately not to allow himself to fall into a false sense of security by letting himself get excited over something too early on, too early that he would jinx it. But he had a good feeling about this, one that he wanted to share with her. “They just want to get to know me better, you can only be in the junior programme for so long before it gets a bit sad.”

“Lando, Mclaren have a free seat next season.” The cogs started to turn in her mind, the pieces of the puzzle finally clicking together correctly in Phoebe’s mind; her face lighting up to mirror his exactly.

“Yeah, they do,” He nodded his head enthusiastically. “I mean, it’s not mine but I dunno, I’ve got a few meetings lined up over summer and yeah, I don’t wanna jinx it.”

“It’s not your seat, yet,” Phoebe grinned and made her way over to her bed, crawling to sit beside Lando as the prospect of her best friend in Formula 1 far defeated any history essay she had to write. “They totally want you, don’t kid on like you don’t know it.”

“Right, don’t go around spreading this like its gossip, we don’t know for sure.” He rolled his eyes at her dramatics, though he couldn’t deny his heart skipped a beat as he watched her share in his excitement. 

“Oh, I’m totally going back to school and telling everyone as soon as possible that you’re a future Mclaren driver,” She could hardly get her words out before Lando was groaning and murmuring a ‘shut up,’ in response to her. “Just don’t go forgetting me when you’re a formula one driver, please.”

“As if I could do that.” Lando knew your words were simply teasing him but he knew they held weight for her, that perhaps below the surface that could be a genuine worry for her; a worry that he wanted to diminish as soon as possible.

“I dunno, you’re gonna be surrounded by millionaires and celebrities all the time, you’re not gonna be thinking about me and these stupid essays still.” Missing out a Saturday night here and there was one thing Phoebe had made peace with but she couldn’t hide that this hadn’t caused an almost domino effect of worries for her; Formula 1 was far more demanding than Formula 2, and whilst she couldn’t keep a hold of him forever, she definitely would’ve liked to.

“They’re gonna be my colleagues - if I get the seat - I’m not gonna want to spend more time with them than I have to,” He shook his head to emphasise his words for he knew that no matter how far away he was from you, you were the first person he longed to be back beside. “You can’t say anything, who knows you’re not gonna run off to uni and forget all about me.”

“Because starting uni is comparable to starting formula one.”

“You’re gonna make new friends, there’ll be new boys, and parties and people, living on your own, and you’re gonna have to keep up with all of that and remember about me too- I can see you forgetting about me by January.” Lando’s words came out with a laugh but Phoebe could read through his fake laugh like it was nothing.

“I promise you I’m not gonna forget about you just ‘cause I started uni,” She couldn’t believe his worries for she couldn’t comprehend the thought of ever forgetting about him, whether it be accidentally or on purpose. “Plus, no curfew ‘cause I’ll have my own place- if anything, we’re moving up in the world.”

“You say that like we’re sneaking around or something.” Though he laughed, Lando knew what she meant for at least one of their parents would interrupt and insist Lando had to go home, to stay focused on his training, if it wasn’t a Saturday night.

“You know what I mean, though,” She sat back against her headboard, knees pressed against Lando’s as she fought the tiredness that threatened to take over her body, instinctively curling against his body. “Just don’t go parking a Mclaren outside of my student accommodation and we’ll have no issues next year.”

“That was the first thing I was going to do, Pheebs, I can’t believe you’d ruin that for me.” He watched as her eyes started to struggle against the light, leaning across her bed to close over the curtains and allow the dim lighting to flood her room.

Only minutes passed before Phoebe had curled entirely into Lando’s side before the two even had the chance to select a film for the evening, her night of revision clearly catching up to her. He slid down to lay beside her properly, his hand searching for a blanket to pull over their bodies as he snuck his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. 

And, so, it wasn’t a loud moment filled with fireworks and speeches, but instead Lando realised he loved Phoebe in her bedroom, when she shared in his excitement; when anyone looking in on the two would’ve thought she was in the talks for a Formula 1 seat rather than simply mirroring him. When he realised that he was getting closer to everything he had ever dreamed of in the racing world meant he had less time with her. Less nights spent together, less bike rides, less of her in his life.

So, he figured there was no point in confessing to her just yet, not now. Lando was sure there would come a time and place that he would say how he felt to here, and her bedroom may have been the place of realisation but it wasn’t going to be the place of confession.

[n3ro-n3o-n3ur0n]

finally, God

✨Intro post✨

Welcome to THE CHAOS GANG™

Hiya creeps, cryptids, and curious souls! You’ve just stumbled into the absolute mess that is this blog — unfiltered, unhinged, and occasionally undead

First of all:

✨Info on the creator✨

Haii!! My name's Nero Fruity but y'all can also call me Nerinho, Neri, Neno, Neni, Nen or any other variantion of my name u find!! The sky is the limit 😉

‼️I'm a minor‼️I don't mind adults interacting with me just don't be weird

I'm Autistic and a silly goober heheh 😼

I'm a cis female, bisexual and go by She/Her

I'm European, from Portugal ^^

My side blog/writing project blog is @falln-guitar-k3y1

Made by @g1r-ap0ca1yps3 / @espressodepressoconan

✨What to Expect from Miss Nen Fruity?✨

- Rants

- Rants on my hyperfixations

- Simping

- Simping on my hyperfixations

- Writing (Soul Train Of The Endless and maybe sum other things)

- Gacha

And most importantly

Them ↓

The Chaos Gang™, a very loud (and kinda spooky) group of losers, besties, and gremlins just trying to survive, vibe, and maybe not get evicted this week

✨What to Expect from them the sillies?✨

- Screaming

- Band rants

- Unexplained goo??

- Deep convos at 3AM

- Goth fashion

- Dhampir drama™

- Glitches (?) in our kitchen (thank you ig, Ilya)

And Arakel falling down the stairs again ^^

✨Meet the Creatures... uhh, Members✨

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Arakel Hovsepian

(She/They)

Fanart by @moka-hani-pie // @cage-an-angel

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About Arakel:

20 years old / Romanian-Armenian / Cis Female / Straight / Loudest Creature Alive

→ Your favorite goth goblin! Arakel is a bubbly, fashion-forward force of nature with a voice that carries through concrete. She thrives on Deftones, glitter, and yelling at 3AM about her latest hyperfixation. Think “if a raven drank Monster and watched Invader Zim all night.” She’s your local loud cryptid mom-friend but also a menace to society. Loves Floyd, hates wet socks

+ Albino and proud

+ Goth queen

Floyd Shröder (He/Him)

Fanart by @tis-iroh

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About Floyd:

409 years old / Irish-German /Dhampir / Demiboy / Bi + Ace / Has seen too much

→ Grumpy undead dad of the gang. He’s quiet, ancient, and allergic to fun (jk… kinda). Think vampire hunter vibes but retired and now he’s stuck babysitting Arakel. Says 3 words a week and drinks tea with the anger of a thousand suns. Would absolutely kill for this gang, but he’ll complain the entire time

+ Eternal sigh

+ Hates everyone but us

Maksim Mirovich (He/Him)

Fanart by @lord-of-those-who-follow

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About Maksim:

23 years old / Ukrainian / Cis Male / Gay / Chaotic Neutral with headphones

→ Snarky anarchist and professional arson joke maker. He’s like a sarcastic cat that smokes too much and hates cops. Always wearing some obscure metal band shirt and judging your taste in music. Probably wrote a zine once. Besties with Arakel and fights with Floyd for fun

+ Metalhead menace

+ Definitely knows how to make a pipe bomb (in Minecraft ofc...heheh... )

Ilya Mirovich (She/Her)

Fanart by @espressodepressoconan // @g1r-ap0ca1yps3

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About I l y a:

23 years old / Ukrainian / Trans MtF / Straight + Ace / Autistic / Selectively Mute

→ Maksim’s twin and resident soft dream-thing. She doesn’t speak, but her AAC device (a bright orange one with glittery stickers) is full of poetic nonsense, creepy-cute metaphors, and bubble text about frogs. Her aesthetic is Kidcore meets dreamcore meets uncanny VHS tapes

+ Smells like crayons and static

+ Probably not from here (or from now)

She’s the glitch in the system wearing jelly sandals and holding a dead butterfly

Corey MacQuoid

(He/They)

Fanart by @smolwriter // @smolisdrawersometimes

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About Corey:

22 years old / British-South African/ Trans FtM / Aro-Ace + Pansexual / Crop-top King

→ Slipknot #1 fan, don’t fight him on it. Corey’s emo as hell, rocks skirts like a punk legend, and will scream if you diss Joey Jordison (rest in peace legend). He’s got the energy of a caffeinated rat and the eyeliner of a warrior. Not as loud as Arakel but definitely louder than Floyd (low bar tbh). Calls his emotional support eyeliner “Greg”

+ Screams about metal at breakfast

+ Could win a fight in 6" platforms

Chevelle Irowa

(He/She)

Fanart by @cococomiskry32

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About Chevelle:

21 years old / South African / Genderfluid / Bisexual / Very Confused Angel

→ A walking aesthetic fever dream. Chevelle wears pastel lolita one day and neon skeleton prints the next. She uses He/She pronouns because… gender? Never heard of her (but maybe she’s heard of him?). His existence is like if a cursed porcelain doll joined a rave. Loves tea, frosted cupcakes, and confusing the binary

+ Both babygirl and babyman

+ Uses old Barbies to test his juggalo makeup skills

Follow for: chaotic updates, music rantings, simping, autism, weird vibes, Neno being Neno and Arakel’s weekly “Why Floyd Should Smile More” campaign!!

✨Welcome to the mess✨

- The Chaos Gang

- Nero F. 🦋

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[scarlettoceaneyes]

Hii ! Can u do embry x reader where she’s new in town and is js staying for school and embry imprints?? But there’s a problem! Once schools done she has to go back home! How will they manage??

Sure! Love me some Embry 😍😍 this kinda ended up being long- hope you don’t mind??

Starfish

The sun was setting and the tide just reached its lowest. You walked barefoot in the late Spring warmth looking at the tide pools and for any seashells that might have floated up. Seeing tide pools full of marine life would be more suitable for your newest project. You were accepted 4 years ago into the marine biology program at your university that boosted a satellite center on the coast of La Push. For your senior protect, you would be staying with a local family and working with the tribe. The goal was to find and record data on their coast of the reservation. The boring part was the why- funding and paperwork for the state, etc., but the fun part was the actual research. What caused different levels of salinity, temperature, tides day to day versus other pacific coast, types of animals and how this changes through the day,as well as the major impact on the tribe.

Your family were the Clearwater family as Sue was on the council, therefore your parter and sponsor for the project. Mostly to keep you away from vampires or wolves, she also knew the land where you needed to be, as well to pretend other areas do not exist.

Eventually, you found out. It was funny and embarrassing the story how you two met. You were staying in Seth’s room for the couple of weeks you were there before your project completion and therefore your graduation and off to look through all the new job opportunities. Seth stayed at the Black house couch surfing or at Emily’s place in a spare room.

Well, it’s your third day at your new home and in La Push. Embry looking for something he loaned Seth that he wanted back. You recall it was some video game, but you were a little distracted by the fact he walked in on you changing…thankfully you were covered quickly and he ran out back into the woods once you screamed. He felt guilty and waiting around like 15 minutes to come back and knock on the front door apologizing. He saw your eyes and there it was- love at first site. You were soulmates. You thought that was simply fairytale material. When you relayed that thought, he took that as his reason to call you his princess. You took the whole wolf thing okay, but you didn’t truly warm up until your last couple of days in La Push.

Sue had to work on tribal projects so Embry was deemed your partner and guide for your final work day. Later this evening, Emily was throwing you a party to celebrate your graduation and to wish you luck in your career. Embry was torn-he wanted you to stay with him, but it’s only been two weeks and you had a life without him waiting for you. Two weeks was not enough time to admit all the feeling he had because he felt like he trapped you. He tore your future away and put you in danger now. He ruined your life. The thoughts spiraled all the morning as you two walked hand in hand. Sharp rocks were under you as you climbed the cliffs and he wanted you to be careful while respecting your independence.

You noticed he was down so you asked him to be honest. He basically threw up everything he was thinking in word vomit. He couldn’t hide it when his imprint asked for honesty. He didn’t even know if you understood just how deep the imprint went. He didn’t want you feeling pain or getting sick with the distance. You lived in Montana, but closer to the east state line. He knew your job opportunities included California, Portland, Atlanta, Florida, and even the Caribbean. He couldn’t leave his pack, but he didn’t think you knew the severity of all this.

Processing all the weight he let go, you were able to start to see the life as an imprint. Honestly, you had been thinking about ways to stay, even considering a job under the tribal land conservation department of the state. It was a job with wonderful pay, benefits, and it had no end in sight to the conservation efforts. Meaning- you do a great job and you will hold the position. The surprise was going to be told tomorrow as only Emily knew to help surprise him. You were not going to lie as you were nervous that he wouldn’t want you to stay. Maybe he didn’t feel the closeness you did or how every time he moved you felt it? All you know is there is pain when he leaves to go patrol or when you have to travel with Sue out of the reservation for research. You knew you loved him from the first day and you thought you were crazy. It did make it easier yet stranger when none of the pack seemed bothered by the quick pace. It just worked. You wanted forever, but were not sure if you were really just a short term fwb to him? Your heart had been broken before so you were always analyzing trying to save yourself from hurt. So you told him all that just like he did to you. You left out the surprise job acceptance for the party still.

He kissed you. You felt the same and kissed back. It felt perfect and right. You finished your research and emailed the final document, while walking out of the woods with a feeling of accomplishment. Finally a graduated woman that you worked so hard for! You screamed and clap while jumping in the air as Embry laughed and pulled you in kissing your forehead. “I’m so proud of you princess.” Looking into your eyes and then suggestively at your lips, you let him congratulate you without words and only a kiss as you were still in a public setting.

After a shower and change of clothes, you wait for Embry to come pick you up again for the big surprise party.

Arriving at Emily’s, Embry comes around to yourself to help you out of the truck. Giving you a big hug and spin you knew he was likely stalling. You didn’t mind. He put you down and backed you up to the truck, kissing you soft and slow, finally pulling back to repeat for the millionth time “congratulations baby”. You giggle and thank him. You know he’s excited so you don’t mind the constant phrase being given. Besides he has a sexy voice calling you baby and you wanted to savor it just incase you staying to work here was not appealing to him.

Asking if you are ready, you nod as he takes your hand to go inside. Opening the door screams of congratulations are heard as well as cheers and claps. You blush hard as the huge group of people here to celebrate you was overwhelming. You thank everyone and the party gets started. Music, food, and drinks go around. Emily brings you a cake and before cutting it everyone says words if they wish. Sue thanked you for all you did, as you did to her for her home and friendship. The guys shared funny stories and the other council members appreciated your work. Finally you go to cut the cake and suddenly got hit something making an unexpected bang noise with the knife. Emily baked a sealed container into this cake for Embry to open as her accepted job. As he read the results he was nervous, as you were as well for different reasons. He pulled out the answer to be “La Push”. Everyone was confused and you explained. Embry didn’t say anything as he was still confused but the others smiled knowing you were happy and wouldn’t leave. The party continued a while longer and wrapped up. Finally you head home to pack. Embry drives you and you ask “were you disappointed?” Embry doesn’t realize he never said anything. “No Y/N, I wasn’t. I was confused as to what job you have and curious to why you are staying. Guilt that you feel you have to and also angry that i stole you from living your dreams due to close proximity necessities. I guess I’m saying, I feel guilt because I ruined your life. But I can’t be sorry for loving you because I can’t help that. And I wouldn’t want to”

Tears were falling. You hugged him and started laughing. You explained that you both worried about the same thing but are dancing around the reality that you fell in love and life changed. You wouldn’t change it. So you went home to pack your apartment and move back to La Push in your new home. The position came with lodging and you appreciated the privacy over neighbors. Embry and you dated. You stayed where he was because you landed your dream job. No limits, your ideas and rules, and one very hot wolf bringing you lunch everyday.

The starfish always amaze you with their beauty as you study them more. Embry calls to you as he quickly runs to grab your arm leading you off the rocky tide pools. “38 weeks pregnant and you are literally climbing rocks? You are on work leave right now princess please relax.” You just smile as he knew you would never pass them without looking. Turning to watch your oldest boy play with the pack on the beach, you thought about how your middle boy was such an easy pregnancy. This one was medically complicated. Embry says there will be more as he saw your family in the vision during imprinting. He hasn’t let you down this far, only healed you and loved you.

Stealing a kiss from you and expecting more later, he lays his ear on your belly to talk to his little girl. His princess just like her mom.

[1morefrenchfry]

Tell me your child gray hcs (asking nicely).

Hi hi, thanks for the ask! (Sorry i took a while 🥲)

As a gray FF writer it was impossible for me to not have already developed a few hc’s about his pre-VILE life. Here are a few ive kept constant throughout my fics:

1. he’s named after his grandfather.

2. In terms of general familial history, given what we already know about him, i like to imagine that that Gray comes from a working class background.

3. imo, His dad was a deadbeat and he was raised by a single mom

4. He has a half sibling or two courtesy of aforementionef deadbeat dad, but he doesnt know them all that well and they dont want anything to do with him.

5. As a kid, Gray is hyperactive, loud, and talkative. (undiagnosed adhd, mayhaps?) sitting still and staying quiet are both problems, and his behavioral issues / friction with authority figures start early for this reason. In spite of this, Gray is naturally sociable, very friendly, and grts along with other kids easily.

6. In school hes kind kf a class clown. Loud, a bit obnoxious. He becomes a good liar on account of all the practice he gets lying to his mom.

7. Gray has a complex about being a bad man like his father. He hates his father, but his biggest fear was always BECOMING him. Gray resents himself for constantly disappointing his mother but, at the time, made no attempts to stop his delinquent-likw behavior. In spite of the many times he acts out, his mother never stops believing that hes a good boy, just like she never stops letting less than stellar men into their lives. It is a vicious cycle.

8. The dad dies at some point in his adolescence. Gray is indifferent to it. He hadnt known him well.

9. When his mother dies, his whole world falls apart. It happens when hes around 13-14, and, suddenly, any hope regarding the retention of his moral compass is quickly extinguished. Gray is put into the foster system, but hes past the age that is ideal for couples looking to adopt. He shuffles often between homes on account of his trouble making behavior.

10. In his teens, Gray falls in with the wrong crowds, taking up smoking, gambling, and, eventually, stealing. He becomes known as a problem child known to act out. He wont admit it, but the whole spiel starts as a cry for attention.

11. As a teen, he has a couple girlfriends, but he never has a relationship he describes as “being in love.”

11. In spite of being a bad apple in every other way, hes not a terrible student. His reading/writing could use some improvement, but math and science are subjects that manage to hold his attention.

12. Gray is a pretty handy guy. It starts with needing to fix things around the apartment since its just him and his mom. The projects are small at first, but it quickly escalates to him piecing together complex wiring and accidentally learning how to turn out the lights along the way.

13. At 17, he starts his position as a junior electrician. Gray never admits it to his friends, who were the type to shirk responsibility to get into trouble, but he appreciates its stability and likes working with his hands.

14. Its around the same time he starts his apprenticeship that he starts stealing, becoming involved with some low level street gangs.

15. On their capers across the world, VILE would often hire local thugs to complete menial work that was above their operatives’ paygrade. Gray’s one of these, only due to his quick-thinking, he excels in his role to the extent that rumors of VILE is whispered his way.

16. When Gray graduates High School, he doesnt apply to college. He applies to crime school. He doesnt have family left to incentivize him to stay, and while he has friends, Gray, at this point, is very much consumed with a hunger for more. So when it comes down to his average life or the ticket to white collar crime, the choice is easy. . .

And…yeah! Im not the best at headcanons but i hope u liked these! :D

[oneslimybastard]

Another underutilized aspect of N, Natural Harmonia Gropius himself, is that he's conceptualized as not just a Math Guy, but a Math Genius if we go by some interview trivia notated on Bulbapedia.

It clearly shows in the way he speaks since his (translated) dialogue (idk about the original japanese one) is full of hamfisted references to formulas and frustration expressed when the chaos of the world does not align with them — which to me is like, the core of his character, something that makes him both An Asshole to deal with but also a very intellectually curios and creative individual. It's just a brand of creativity not a lot of people can keep up with nor understand.

N likes math because a lot of math is about clearly defined variables and their relationship to one another. If you come across an inconsistency that doesn't fit any prior definitions, you iron out a new definition and suddenly the field has expanded upon itself tenfold. It aligns with how his Very Autistic Brain functions, x + y = z, if I do x to y then z will happen. If z doesn't happen, then that just means I have to identify the hidden variables within the exchange and rewrite the formula to be more accurate.

Black and White's quality of writing is. Like pokémon often is. Questionable at best. The foundations are there but the execution is dumbed down and corny because it's still aimed at kids, BW in specific really cutting the theme of pokémon trainer ethics short in favor of just "dang u beat me in the pogiebattle guess ur right!". How-ev-er. In my head, and the reason why I still find the plot of those games compelling (aside for my unhinged thirst for goth man-milf Ghetsis) is that to me they're about local cult-raised autist Normal Henry Gropus bashing his head against the world over and over to desperately try and make the formulas make sense, to distill it into variables he can understand and predict on a consistent basis, and failing miserably at it. Because even if the world is Technically made up of a bunch of chemistry that you could, in theory, predict, there's just a lot of random noise in there from microscopic complexities that fuck everything up.

Pokémon are simpler creatures (discounting the eerily intelligent ones) who will be nice enough to behave like math problems most of the time. Humans rarely extend that grace, the more N studies them like a science project the more contradictory variables pop up. They have a million thoughts in their head he doesn't have access to, that brew into feelings he doesn't understand, which leads to actions he can't do a proper traceback through. Which is frustrating, devastatingly frustrating. At least at first.

Due to how BW2 pans out and my own yearning for thematic mirroring, whereas Ghetsis gives in to the Autistic Bitterness over all these NTs he doesn't fuckign understand, I like to think N develops a sort of joy in studying people like the impossibly complex math problems we are. Because he likes math, he likes figuring shit out, he likes buying a nightmare rubik's cube and charting the squares out on a nightmare variable graph (listen i am not a math guy. i respect the hustle but my skill level is too low to accurately attempt to simulate the process in writing. im sorry math guys) so he has a home-made flexible cheat code on how to solve any possible mix-up of it. It's fun for him, it stimulates his brain and he is so stupid good at it that he can only share that joy with like a stray alakazam or metagross because he's a bit of a tarzan just hanging out in the wilderness, he doesn't know any high end mathematicians he can casually geek out about combinatorial game theory with, and the normies just do not get it .

I think this math enjoying is kind of a big part of his ~Innocence~ as well, since there's a lot of childlike glee to being a Math Guy. It's the love of problem solving as a process rather than a means to an end, it's playful, but severely misunderstood to the point where people kinda might assume things about you if you are a math guy.

N's love of math helps him love the world but it also isolates him. He's a genius, but since he can't communicate it in a palatable way it'll get overlooked in favor of him just being a loomy weirdo on the street chatting up the local patrats.

If introduced to DnD though he'd spend so much time on forging ridiculously optimized multiclass builds, then migrate to digging through old obscure sci-fi ttrpgs from the 80s with hellishly complex systems just for the funsies of learning how the presented variables behave within a variety of frameworks, but then if you actually invited him to play with your group he'd look at you like you'd just called his mom a llama.

He's a neat guy to me, STEM guy who's also one of those animal rights activists who's a little too PETA-coded, I like him :)