#o this looks just like some dress level up game

[ryllen]

i saw these two posts [x] [x] and be like 'ah yeah this makes sense'

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request headcanons of the 7 brothers of obey me finding their s/o asleep in their bedroom, waiting for them?

Obey me Boys + who's that sleeping in my bed?

Lucifer

Lucifer sighed as he turned down the final hall of their home. Why did the House of Lamentation have to have so many hallways?

He had been in a very long meeting with Lord Diavolo. Discussing current events in the Devildom, the school, and of course the exchange program. His prince was always interested in how the selected were doing. And although Lucifer didn’t really care how the angels or Solomon were doing, he could report that [Y/N] was doing very well.

Reaching his room, he opened the door and shrugged off his cloak. Feeling a metaphorical weight come off, along with the real one, as it slumped to the floor.

He was on his way to change and take a shower when he noticed someone on his bed. It was [Y/N]. Of course it was. No one else would dare enter his room if he wasn’t there. They must have come in and waited to surprise him, but he had arrived too late.

A soft smile, a mix of heart warming and sad, came to his face as he looked at them. He then came over and pet their hair. “It’s good to see you too, my love. I’ll be right back.”

[Y/N] didn’t wake up as he spoke, but did move a little in some sort of unconscious acknowledgement. He then continued on with the task of showering and changing. Maybe he was working a little too hard afterall.

Mammon

“Ouch!” Mammon cursed as he bounced off one of the walls.

Another successful night of debauchery for the scummiest brother. Gambling, drinking, cruising hot demons at the club, more drinking. He’d finally reached his fill (or more to the point: puked) and decided to go home. Because despite what his credit card statements said he could not, in fact, live in the club.

He finally made it into his room. Immediately starting to strip out of his clothes. Leaving a trail from the door to his bed. He got down to his shorts just as he was about to swan dive in, when he noticed [Y/N] there. He was surprised, then trying to think of why they were there. His alcohol soaked brain tried to think of something, but the only thing he could think of was that they had waited for him.

Suddenly his stomach felt heavy; and not just from the impending nausea. [Y/N] had been waiting for him. For what, he didn’t know, and it really didn’t matter. They had waited for him. And he had been out drinking and gambling with a bunch of losers, who didn’t even care enough to hold up his head when he got sick.

Mammon suddenly felt like actually the scummiest brother, then turned to head towards the couch. Besides the fact that he stunk, which didn’t matter to him but might to [Y/N], he didn’t feel he deserved to sleep next to them and slept on the couch.

He woke up the next morning to [Y/N] petting his head and asking if he was alright. He then decided he wasn’t going to the club anymore. He didn’t need it.

Levi

“I got it! I got it! I got it! I got it!” Levi cheerfully chanted as he ran up the stairs and towards his room.

He had been at the midnight release of his new game, Paradox Spheres. A muti-level, muti-dimension, multi-timeline RPG game where the main character travels through rips in time & space to save the universe. He had to have it.

Levi had been camping out since lunch, like any good otaku, to get a good spot for the release. His hours of waiting, then hours of waiting in the queue up, finally paying off when he got one! Number 134 was always a lucky number for him.

“[Y/N]! I got it! I got it!” The demon exclaimed as he burst through the door. Holding his new game up like a trophy.

His enthusiasm, however, was not matched as he found [Y/N] asleep on his bed. The real one, not his bathtub.

Levi moved to check his watch and see how late it was. He’d gotten the game, but at what cost? [Y/N] was understandably out just waiting for him to come back. Not here to revel in the joy with him.

The demon sighed and placed his game on his dresser. He didn’t want to play it anymore. Without [Y/N] it wasn’t fun anymore.

He instead booted up one of his older games to play that. He wasn’t tired. Being a seasoned otaku, and running on game grab adrenaline, this time of night was nothing to him. He would just have to wait until [Y/N] woke up to start his new game.

Satan

The sound of pages turning filled the room as Satan furiously read page after page.

He had planned to go to bed a while ago, telling [Y/N] he would be there in a minute, but just after that he had reached a very interesting part in his book and couldn’t stop. Satan had to see how it ended otherwise he would be plague with regret and anxiety on what could happen all night.

Finally, he reached the end with a satisfying conclusion. Closed the book. Then leaned back with a contented sigh. If only for a moment.

“Shit.” He cursed as he realized how late it was and rushed to his room.

It was too late though. [Y/N] was already asleep. Clearly reading on their own to try and stay away before sleep took them. Satan felt bad. He had promised he would be up soon and broke it. Leaving them alone and waiting for him all evening.

Carefully coming over to the bed, Satan picked up their book and placed a crisp, new bookmark in their place before he moved them over a little and slide in beside them. “I’m sorry dearest.” He apologized before kissing their forehead. Surely they would understand it was a good book though.

Asmo

“Annnnd…done!” Asmo let out a little giggle as he finished his skin care regiment for the night and bounced off to bed. “Ok [Y/N]~! I’m ready to snuggle up and….” The demon’s cheerfulness waned when they saw that [Y/N] was a sleep on the bed. Looking like an angel he would know.

Asmo pouted seeing them asleep. He thought they would wait up for him, so they could gab and do…other stuff. His skin care regiment was only 21 steps. Surely they could wait up for him to be done with that!?

Being petty, Asmo walked over to the other side of the bed and flopped down. Intentionally being forceful and loud as possible with his tuck in process to hopefully wake them. They did not. He pouted again and rolled over to get some sleep. Good thing he used his advanced anti-wrinkle cream on his mouth & brow tonight.

Beelzebub

Beel hit his stopwatch as he came back to the front gate and gave a little cheer. A new personal best.

He hadn’t been able to sleep, or felt like he was going to be able to get to sleep, while he and [Y/N] were getting ready for bed. So, he decided to go for a run. [Y/N] told him that was ok, and they would wait up for him, but he told them it was ok if they didn’t.

Making his way upstairs, two at a time, Beel came into the room quietly and sure enough, [Y/N] was asleep. He didn’t feel bad that they hadn’t stayed up. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to run for, when he would be back, and he knew that they had been sleepy when he left. It was his problem he couldn’t sleep, not theirs.

Beel came over and kissed the top of their head before he went to get some new pajamas to change into. He was obviously sweaty now, so he needed a shower.

When he got back he curled up with [Y/N] and immediately went to sleep. Finally tired, and contented to be with [Y/N].

Belphie

He’d woken up from one of his naps in the middle of studying to find [Y/N], still working, before he got up and announced, “I need some water.” His mouth was very dry.

Belphie heard their response, which sounded tired if he was paying attention, before he went downstairs to get said water. By the time he came back, all the way up in the attic, [Y/N] had fallen asleep. Their pen still in their hand.

The demon paused and observed the situation for a moment. This was an odd experience for him. Usually, people walked in on him asleep. Not the other way around.

Belphie smiled at being on the other side for once and crawled into bed. “[Y/N], move over.” He urged. Gently pushing them to make space, but also put them in the position he wanted to lay down. He then curled up with [Y/N], smelling their hair, and immediately fell asleep like usual. This was a very nice surprise.

[world0fmadness]

LOVIN

peter steele x reader

♡ nsfw headcanons for peter!

୨୧ i combined two requests for this one because i think they’re just very similar and work well together! hopefully the anons do not mind <3

♡ requested by anon | view my metal masterlist here

reading music recommendations: love you to death by type o negative - remember me by centox

* 18 + content, please do not read if you’re a minor *

♡ due to his height and general build, peter really likes when you ride him!

୨୧ wether it be riding him as he lays back on the bed, his big hands gently gripping your hips and guiding you as you bounce on his cock, your hands resting on his chest, him looking up at you with glazed over eyes and his mouth dropped open to release deep moans and groans…

♡ or when you simply straddle him on a seat, wether it be the couch in your living room, a seat in front of a dressing table backstage and so on!

୨୧ he likes that quite a bit because it nearly makes you eye level with him, your eyes holding deep, intimate contact as you grind on his cock and balance yourself with hands on his broad shoulders, digging your nails in just slightly when he reaches that spot so deep inside of you, making stars fill your vision

♡ peter specifically absolutely loves watching you orgasm in these positions, admiring the way you throw your head back, showing off your neck previously marked with love bites, your hair cascading down your back and falling over your chest

୨୧ another way he likes to fuck you is by holding you up in his arms, against walls and such!

♡ your legs can barely even wrap around his entire waist whilst his big hands effortlessly hold you under your thighs

୨୧ he’ll bring one of his hands up and place it behind your head, making sure your head doesn’t bang against the hard wall or door, don’t worry! he can still hold you just fine with one hand

♡ he’s just so tall and broad, he can’t really do missionary and similar positions, they strain his back and just aren’t comfortable for him at all…

୨୧ obviously i do not have to go crazy deep into it because we’ve all seen it but his cock is big too

♡ when you ride him, it hits all the right, perfect places inside of you, constantly hammering against your g-spot as you moan and whine in ecstasy

୨୧ peter would probably be able to make you squirt really easily too!

♡ when he feels your cunt tightening around him even more, gripping his cock as it pulses inside of you, he’ll usually bring one of his hands to your clit and give you some extra attention there, only causing more pleasure to course through your body

୨୧ you squirting pulls him into his orgasm too, the feeling of your cunt being the tightest it can be around him, your walls spasming as you gush? yeah, it’s game over for him

♡ when peter cums, he likes to cum inside of you! so it really is no wonder you guys end up with a kid…

୨୧ so let’s talk about that a little!

♡ peter never really had a breeding kink… at least, not before he met you and had been with you for quite a while

୨୧ it’s probably you who brings up the idea of children, likely when watching him play with your cat or do some household tasks…

♡ your mind just gets filled with images of him holding a little double of himself on his hip as he does the dishes or holding the baby down to the cat, showing them how to stroke it and talking softly down to them in his deep voice

୨୧ but not only do wholesome thoughts fill your mind as you watch him… oh no, dirty, filthy thoughts are quick to bandwagon!

♡ thoughts of him holding you down on his cock, thrusting his hips up into you and stilling as soon as he cums, his cock settled deep inside of you to assure his none of his cum goes to waste…

୨୧ thoughts of going multiple rounds, making sure your body gets its fill of his cum, only stopping when you both physically cannot go any more…

♡ you have to shake yourself out of it, quickly clenching your thighs together to quell the need you feel in your cunt but peter notices your odd behaviour and looks towards you with a raised eyebrow, approaching you and placing his large hands on your hips before asking what’s up

୨୧ at first you assure him it’s nothing, but he knows you better and when you do just tell him, you blurt it all out! every thought you’ve been having, filthy and fluffy alike…

♡ only then, does it awake something in peter too, your spoken thoughts infecting his mind as he listens with slightly wide eyes before slipping his hands under your ass and picking you up, holding you on his waist as he smirks

୨୧ it doesn’t take long for him to have carried you off to the bedroom, sharing open mouthed kisses as he slowly strips you of your clothes, discarding of them across the floor before he pulls away to admire your nude body with glazed over eyes, taking his spot next to you before taking your hands in his and helping you settle atop him

♡ baby making with him is soft, he makes love to you as you do him, he wants it to be special and somehow even more loving than usual sex with him

୨୧ most of your thoughts about peter turn out to be true and played out, the multiple rounds especially!

♡ peter barely even stops to catch his breath, not that he really needs to because you’re the one on top, he just guides your bounces atop him, one of his hands going up to grope and caress your boob as the other stays gripping your hip

୨୧ right after finishing inside of you, he just lets you catch your breath and recover before you start bouncing again, praising you a bit from below

♡ he won’t be the most talkative during sex but he will mumble some things to you, his voice even deeper than usual as his mind is foggy with pleasure and love

୨୧ when you guys are finally done, out of breath and beyond tired, peter will help you slide off his cock, groaning deeply when he sees cum slowly start to ooze out of you, offering to run you a bath if you want one

♡ if you do want a bath, he’ll make it a bubble bath, not even bothering to get redressed as he goes to run the water and prepare the bathroom for you!

୨୧ he’ll either get in the bath with you, allowing you to rest back against his broad chest as he talks to you softly or he might just sit next to the bath as you bathe, washing your hair for you so that you can just relax

♡ if you just want to sleep, that’s totally fine with him! he’ll let you rest your head on his chest as you drift to sleep, stroking your stomach under the blanket, talking to you quietly about how you’ll make a great mother and if it didn’t work this time, you can just try again tomorrow

୨୧ and when you do fall pregnant?

♡ peter adores pregnant sex with you, always letting you drag him off to the bedroom due to your hormones going crazy, praising you and telling you how beautiful you look carrying his child, bringing his large hands up to massage your sore boobs <3

[nightlyrequiem]

What if Valeria's s/o was one of those professional cheerleaders, like the ones that not only dance at games but also compete in competitions and does those Olympic level stunts.

ahhhh love this, one of my favourite movies is actually But I'm a Cheerleader. Not very relevant, I don't think. But it has a cheerleader. I also just imagined Reader in a little cheer uniform doing a whole routine for her while she tortures someone.

Valeria's Cheerleader

Valeria adores her cheerleader partner. It doesn’t matter if she met them at a game, or saw one of their competitions. She was impressed with them. She was honestly mesmerized when watching them do all those impossible flips. Getting thrown into the air and landing on their feet like a cat.

Im going to be honest here, I feel like Valeria is the type to not consider cheerleading a sport. That does change after she watched some of her partner’s more extensive, challenging routines. The flexibility shocked her too.

She brags about them. Not a whole lot and very subtly but she does slip it in some conversations. If for whatever reason a conversations about partners comes up she won’t hesitate to drop the fact that hers is a literal cheerleader. Not everyone can date a cheerleader but she can.

She loves the cheer uniform too. Valeria actually has a cheer skin in game. So I like to think she sometimes dresses up in it if her and her partner are similar sizes. It’s not even necessarily a sexual thing either, she just really likes the way it looks.

Valeria will also try to help her partner in some of her practice routines. She’s not that good at it. She’s strong enough to help lift them but she’s clumsy and a little uncoordinated. She also dropped her partner one time and dislocated a toe. She felt stupid and didn’t want to participate for months after that.

Valeria is a busy woman, I can’t tell how many times I’ve typed out that sentence but it’s true. She’s busy. She tries to make it to all of her partner’s competitions but sometimes she just can’t. She does take them out for dinner after though.

Now, I mentioned earlier that I pictured her partner cheering her on as she interrogates someone. If her partner is a little more deranged and doesn’t mind the violence, I can picture her asking them to put on the cheer uniform and doing their whole dance and song. Every time the hostage gives her what she wants, her partner will cheer. It’s a fun little bonding activity for them. Totally wholesome if you ignore the dead guy in the corner.

[redsrooftopprincess]

I seriously love how you write Raph your depiction of him is so aligned with mine. Practically perfect and it really inspires me to expand on my own headcanons of him. I also just really like your style of writing!

I want to know what Raph would be thinking, how he’d react, to his muscular, androgynous s/o wearing a red sundress with their back out and thigh muscles peeking through the fabric

- 🌠

I hope this is okay. Red is feeling sassy today. 😈

Christmas in August

Gn reader x Raphael

August in the city is a special kind of hell. Between the reflections on the buildings magnifying the heat, and the asphalt trapping it, street level was more or less unbearable.

You don't wear short dresses often, you've always been a little self conscious about your legs, but you've been working out recently, with the world's hottest coach, and you're feeling a bit more confident about your body lately.

You turn and admire yourself in the mirror. Not bad. A vintage low-backed halter dress, coming to just above mid thigh, in fire engine red. A lucky find while thrifting with April. You smirk wickedly, thinking about your boyfriend.

You have a shopping date with April in about an hour, and when you didn't find your wallet in your apartment, you had an excuse to torture your beloved.

Grabbing a pair of black retro sunglasses, and throwing on a pair of keds, you make your way out of your apartment and into the oven that has become New York City.

You thank any and every possible supernatural force that Donnie had finished fixing the elevator in the garage last weekend, grateful you dont have to traverse the sewers in this heat, and make your way to the lair.

You step out into the garage, the sounds of the resident mechanics at work echoing off the walls.

"I got it!"

"Do you?!"

"I got it! Just grab the damn jack!"

Raphael holds the front end of the garbage truck aloft, while Donatello reaches under to grab the jack that has slid underneath.

You walk past your boyfriend with a wave of your fingers on your way into the lair, knowing better than to interrupt the mechanics at work. Donnie nearly doesn't make it out alive when Raph drops the truck.

You can hear Donnie yelling at him as you walk into the lair, a smirk turning your lip. Exactly the reaction you were hoping for. You head toward the kitchen and grab a soda from the fridge.

He takes a few steps towards the kitchen with a wicked smile. You are here, and you are hot, and you all his (at least until you have to meet up with April). But he stops, just for a moment, replaying your entrance in his head. He takes a deep breath, shaking his head. There it was, that damn smirk as he dropped the truck. Okay, fine. You wanna play games? He'll play.

All day long, he acts as if nothing is different. Even when Mikey goes gaga over your dress, he only nods. "Of course they look good, they always look good."

When Leo nearly chokes on his coffee as you walk by and tells you how incredible you look, Raph walks by him to pick up his phone off the couch without a word.

He only comes close to breaking once.

You walk into the weighroom, pretty sure your wallet had fallen out of your bag yesterday. Crossing to the bench on the other side, you start looking around.

Spying it on the floor, you brace one hand on the bench, reaching over it with the other and fuck he almost takes you right there. Your dress rides high, giving him a full view of your thighs and just a little of your ass. He catches the black lace panties peeking out from between your legs and groans internally. You were hot before, let's be real, but you've been working out with him lately and it's paying dividends.

He licks his lips as you stand and his eyes trail up your spine, watching the way the muscles he helped you build move.

One deep breath and the mask is back in place before you turn around.

By the time you're ready to leave, you're trying not to show your disappointment. You were really hoping for *some* kind of reaction from your boyfriend. He almost feels bad for fucking with you. Almost.

He offers to walk you out, and he places his hand at the small of your back as you step into the elevator, deflated.

The moment the doors close, you're up against him with your back against his plastron and his thigh between your legs, braced against the door. His hand holds you against him just below your navel, and his head is buried in your shoulder.

"You really think you can show up wrapped up like a god damn Christmas present all for me and expect me not to unwrap you?" His breath pours over you like warm honey as his voice melts into your skin. "Baby, I'm just waiting till Christmas."

You can feel the rumble in his chest at your core, and he rolls his thigh forward, just to make his point, "I'll see you tonight," his voice drops into a growl you can feel inside your chest, "and don't you dare take that dress off."

The doors open, and he sets you down on wobbly legs, just outside the elevator. When you turn around to look at him as the doors are closing, the bastard is leaning against the back wall, arms crossed, looking you up and down and smirking like the devil he is. "Mmm-mm," he hums appreciatively, his voice laced with filthy promises, as the doors rattle closed.

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[ummmmandy]

🌟HEY HI I'M OPENING SOME COMMISSIONS🌟

I'm offering a sorta dress up game style thing where I draw the body once, but will draw multiple different outfits/looks, like in the above examples ☝️ (I'm sure there's an actual term for this but I don't know what it is o-o).

(only doing this for Fullbody size commissions for now, but I miiiiiiiight open it up to a smaller size later on)

SO pricing for these:

Will do just a single Fullbody drawing for $80 USD if that's all you want

Each additional outfit will be $35+ USD, depending on the level of detail and complexity. (so $115 for 2 looks, $150 for three, ect.)

Only solid color backgrounds for these (or transparent if you want that version)

Payment is done through paypal, & I ask for full payment after I've sent you the sketches

You can email me at ummmmcomm@gmail.com if you're interested!

If you've got questions about anything you can message me here on tumblr or shoot me an email 🤠

[timidpumpkin]

Can I get a reaction when reader want to go to carnival or other fun places and then they got lost and ended up at their own home

Is the reader going to escape or go back to their daddies TYSM🤗

Hiiii🥰🥰🥰💜💜💜. I loved this idea sooo much and it really helped get me out of the writer's block funk I was in! It’s a litttle bit different from what you asked so I hope that’s okay and you still like it!! Thank you so so much, I loved writing this!!~~~~~💖💖💖💖💖

(pictures are not my own)

Helpless (Stucky x reader)

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Warnings/tags: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Female reader, stockholm syndrome, forced age regression, mention of previous kidnapping, reader gets lost, mild injury to reader, Implied reader has small hands in comparison because Stucky is gigantic (fact), Angst, Fluff, Comfort. Reader baby-talks as well, Lots o' cute nicknames (as usual).

Word count: 4.1k

Tagging a few of the absolutely lovely people who have supported me this whole time. I love you and appreciate you all more than i can express. @haleyhunwritess @ppatricia34me @hoplessfussybambi @canyonmooncreations @sapphyslittlenook

P.S. i'm gonna start a tag list so lemme know if you wanna be added <3

It was getting a bit cooler now. 

The previously bright day had been overtaken by navy shadows that bring nippy wisps of air that catch on your exposed arms, sending chills throughout you. 

“I told you we should have used the long-sleeved one,” Steve remarks to Bucky as he watches you make a tiny shiver.

Bucky rolls his eyes at him, knowing you were the one who insisted on this specific onesie when he dressed you this afternoon. With an eager look on your face, you held it up to him, proudly showing him how it would match perfectly with some leg warmers you found in your drawer. He couldn’t argue with that, not when your giddy smile and sweet eyes looked at him while holding it up as high as you could for him.

“Come here babydoll,” Bucky says, squatting down a bit to get closer to your level. 

You don't hear him for a second. Not even your numbed fingertips could distract you from the bright lights that reflect off your eyes. You’ve been watching the multicolored Ferris wheel since you got here. You wanted to go on it so bad. 

Thus far, you’ve only been allowed to play the ground games. Though, you can’t complain too much now that you’ve collected quite a load of new stuffies to bring home. You’d like to think yourself pretty talented at these games–maybe too talented. 

You’ve all but completely missed the harsh glares Bucky gives the poor workers when they tell you “awh too bad” when you miss the target, but then proceed to hand you whichever stuffed animal or toy you’d been wanting anyway. You’d turn around to your daddies, excitingly showing them your prize and proudly exclaiming “I won! I won!” and Bucky would always tell you how good of a job you did every time.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls again, bringing you back to reality, his voice sweet, as if he’s teasing you a bit, knowing how much you've enjoyed this outing.

It was a tough call. Bringing you here. They knew how much you wanted to go. Ever since Peter babbled on and on about his trip to the carnival at his birthday party a few months ago, you’ve been begging them ever since. It’s not that they didn't want to take you. It could never be that. They just weren’t sure if it would be safe…

“There’s all kinds of creeps at those things!” Steve argues to Bucky, turning around as if that’s the last word and final say about it. 

“I know. I know. But…she really wants to go. Plus…it’s not like we’ll ever let her out of our sight.” Bucky tries to reason, knowing it was something they would enjoy too. He has several fond memories of dragging Steve along with him through the bustling crowds of people just so he could play–and win–all the games he could, always asking Steve which prize he wanted before promising him he’d win it on the first try. Long before he knew of what true cruelties lived beyond their hometown, Bucky had already mastered the art of staring down unfair showmen who would poke fun at Steve’s then narrower figure.

Bucky just couldn’t help the almost giddy feeling he got just at the idea of holding you up high while you throw one of those balls with all your might to win some oversized stuffed animal that you’d undoubtedly insist on carrying on your own despite it being twice your height.

“We could even get one of those leash things,” he suggests, the idea popping into his mind like it’s the most brilliant thing, remembering how he showed the leashed froggy backpack he saw a while ago to Steve.

“It’s not just that,” Steve admits, brows furrowed as he sits on the edge of the bed, a sad and worried look overtaking his features that makes Bucky want to cave to anything he’d ask. “what if…” he trails off, not meeting Bucky’s gaze, “what if…she tries to run off?” he says quietly as if the fear itself would be brought to life if he spoke it too loudly. 

It had been a long while since you tried to run away. All things considered, you seemed to be fully adjusted now. Every so often you would act up, but only in the way that all little girls would every now and then. They would always punish you appropriately, the way all good daddies would, reminding you that your life with them is your life, and that the horrid life you had before you was one never meant for a sweet innocent little girl like you. 

They saved you. Steve routinely reminded you as such, but he didn’t have to. Bucky could tell you knew it was true now just by the way your bright eyes greeted them every morning. You knew that you were only good and safe with them to take care of you. His little girl couldn't even function without them now. It was exactly how it was supposed to be.

Bucky thinks for a moment, walking closer to Steve and kneeling on the floor in front of him. He pushes his way into him, maneuvering himself between Steve’s legs, and scoops his distressed hands into his, kissing them both before looking back up to Steve. 

“She won’t.” he says, thick air questioning if it's true. 

But his words say more than just that. The meaningful look in Bucky’s eyes tell Steve that no matter what, they’ll always have you. And that there was no way you could get away from them. Bucky knew it wasn't just the fear of physically losing you, but the fear of hurt that they would feel if you even tried. 

Steve smiles a bit, his hands pulling Bucky up so that he’s now standing between his legs. He takes his hands, sliding them down from Bucky’s sides to his hips where they rest for the moment. 

“Alright,” Steve sighs, looking up to Bucky, and pulling him a bit closer by his belt loops, “but any sign of trouble, we leave” Steve states, seriousness in his tone, the same kind of voice he uses when they’re on missions together. 

“As if it would be any other way.” Bucky remarks, a smirk teasing his face as he dips his head down a bit to meet his lips with Steve’s. Steve sighs into his kiss, feeling the tension leaving his body just by Bucky’s stable words and secure presence.

“You think too much Rogers” Bucky teases after breaking from the kiss, thinking of all the times Steve would try to worm his way out of Bucky having to go on a mission with him in fear of his partner getting hurt–whether it be mentally or physically–Steve couldn't bare the thought of having to see Bucky like he was when he saw him for the first time in this new world. 

“Can’t help it,” he breathes, Bucky never ceasing to take his breath away from his all-encompassing kisses. “I love you two more than anything,” he says earnestly as if it’s the only known fact in the universe. 

“I know” Bucky smiles, “I know.”

“Oh-sorry Daddy!” you turn around, not meaning to ignore him. He holds out a sweatshirt and you instinctively hold up your arms so he can help put it on you. “Did you see the Ferris wheel Daddy?” you ask excitingly for the third time that night. Bucky chuckles a bit. 

“Yes, I did,” he answers as if it’s the first he’s hearing about it while putting some soft-knitted mittens he had in his pocket on your hands. “M’not sure if Dada heard though,” he whispers to you, “maybe you should go tell him,” he informs you with a wink. 

You hurriedly run over to Steve, jumping in place over and over again in front of him. 

“Dada! Dada!” you take his hand and drag him a bit closer to where you had the best view of the colorful wheel. “Look!” you point and turn to him with an excited expression. “Can we go? Please? Pretty please? Please please please please-” you babble over and over again while continuing to jump up and down until you’ve all but run out of air in your lungs. 

Steve looks at the contraption suspiciously, not trusting of the achy-sounding metal, and certainly not wanting his little girl near anything dangerous. He catches a glimpse of Bucky though, who’s contagiously smiling at you both, and remembers how often Bucky tells him not to worry so much. 

“Okay-okay” Steve caves, unable to help but smile at your hyper manner right now. “Just this once, then we can go home and get you all nice and warm” he teasingly pinches at your cold cheeks.

“Yayayay!” you literally scream out, not even caring one bit that he said it was only once or that you had to go home after this. You were more than overjoyed that you got to ride it at all. 

You start to make a sprint for it, only getting a few feet when resistance yanks you back, stopping you in your tracks and forcing you to steady yourself from the unexpected halt in momentum. Steve hadn’t even pulled on the backpack at all, it was just your pure running and his not moving an inch that caused you to ricochet back a bit. It’s a wonder you didn't fall flat on your behind. 

“Heh-sorry!” you sheepishly laugh it off and wait patiently for them to catch up with you in basically two full steps for them. 

As you make the short walk to the diminishing line in the late hour, Steve stops to tie his shoe, occupying both of his hands. You swing your arms aimlessly around waiting for him to finish while looking around. 

As you mindlessly scan the area around you, your head does a double take as you recognize something. 

No–someone. 

You watch the stranger in confusion until the remnants of memory come back to you. It was a friend. But this person wasn’t Peter or Wanda…no. It was a friend from…before.

It disorients you, confusion washing over you and placing a pit in your stomach as your life before now was mostly forgotten and placed in a dusty cardboard box in the back of your mind’s vaults. 

You watch as they walk away, towards where you know leads to the parking lot. And as if something takes over you, you start following their footsteps, unhinderedly drifting away from where Steve and Bucky are. 

As you mindlessly follow, several feet behind, memories of your past life replay in your mind. They playback in black and white as if you’re watching one of those really old movies Steve likes to show you sometimes. 

Then you hazily remember when they first found you…took you. Emotions of how scared and confused you were overtake your mind. You remember how they kept you in the house, never letting you leave. 

“Sily girl, Dada can’t kidnap what’s already his,” Steve would tell you every time you’d harshly accuse him of kidnapping you. 

“No one can protect you like we can,” Bucky would shush you after one of his punishments when you had pushed too hard. “Daddy only does this ‘cause he loves you.” he’d brush over your already bruising skin before carefully wiping away the tears that he had ignored for hours before.

Some nights you’d wake from nightmares, the specifics of it not mattering when Steve would find you crying into your stuffie. He never hesitated to pick you up and let you weep into his shoulder. Always whispering that you were okay, that you were safe. 

“It’s okay angel, Dada’s here. You’re safe with me. I’ll always keep you safe. Always.” he’d repeat to you sincerely, holding onto you so tightly, as if the slightest loosening of his grip meant the very air around him would harm you.

To him though, it was true. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. He’d carry you downstairs, where Bucky would tell you that nightmares didn’t matter “‘cause they aren’t real, doll…not like me and Dada.” he’d caress your warm cheeks while Steve fetched you some cold milk. They’d stay up with you as long as you needed, not even daring to shut an eye until you felt safe enough to sleep again.

And truthfully…you did. You did feel safe. 

Maybe it was strange…the way you sought their comfort…their touch…their love, when you fought it in the beginning. 

And you did fight…hard. 

But every retaliation you made only ended in harsh grabs. Every effort to push them away resulted in lacerated reminders. Every moment you spent denying what they told you only yielded unrestrained punishments. 

“My sweet girl…you’ll learn soon enough. Fighting us only makes it harder for you.” Steve would stroke your cheek through the bars of your crib. “All you have to do is listen to what we say. We know what’s best for you, angel.” he’d say before leaving you all tied up and alone for hours…sometimes days. 

And then, after you’d more than cried yourself dry, throat scratchy from lack of hydration, he’d appear to you, asking if you’d learned your lesson. Your body would somehow discover new tears as you’d plead with him, promising him you’d be a good girl. 

It’s then that he’d smile down at you so sweetly, lifting your limp body from its cushiony cage and shower you with endless affection. 

He’d drown you with attention, never allowing you to lift a finger. He’d clean you up with your favorite scented soap, and after you were all done, Bucky would present you with a new set of soft clothes they bought just for you for taking your punishment so so well. They’d play your favorite shows and message every sore spot on your tired body after ordering from your favorite type of take out, something you never even told them. There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t touching you in some way, dousing you with sweet words about how much they loved their beautiful helpless little girl. 

Helpless.

A word that reminds you exactly how you felt the very first time you bumped into Steve. All alone and scared, in a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You were lost then. 

Just like you were right now. 

You practically snap back into reality, the one where you’ve found yourself far away from the luminous festival lights and eerily close to where you can’t hear racket of activities anymore. It’s quiet, and you don’t even know where that funnily familiar person you were following went. Dread fills your insides as you realize you’re all alone. 

You turn around hastily, 

Anxiety fills your stomach as you rashly run in the opposite direction, before tripping on a wire that sends you spiraling down to the ground. You clumsily try to catch yourself, mittened hands harshly hitting the pavement, and asphalt slashes through your leggings, exposing the soft flesh of your knees to razor-sharp pain.

The sudden impact scares you, tears that were already forming from before start rushing out of your eyes. 

Instinctually, you cry for Steve. For Dada. But when after too many moments you don’t feel their comfort, you look around and remember they’re not there. Your heart pounds as people rush by seemingly unaffected by your fallen form. You swirl your head around looking for them and are instead met with the haunting image of your green leash’s end, its ghostly emptiness scorning you from where it lays.  

You cry harder, guilt and anguish now thumping alongside the throbbing in your chest that radiates to your body’s wounded limbs and you're pretty sure the only words coming out of your mouth are pathetic strings of ‘daddy’ and ‘dada.’

“There she is” Bucky spots you, both of them rushing over to you, distraught as they notice your scraped-up form. 

“Dada!” you cry, leaping towards Steve and wrapping your arms around his neck as he picks you up. You helplessly weep, not just from the physical pain but from the emotional strain your misplaced detour took you on. You cry for leaving them. You can't tell if it was on purpose, but you feel awful from even remembering your past life and getting so close to being lost.

“Fuck, angel. What happened?” Steve breathes, taking the scuffed mittens off your hands to examine you closer. 

“I-...I-” you try to speak through gasps of crying. They both question you on where you went and why you walked away. You barely manage to tell the story in broken sobs as to what truthfully happened. They listen intensively as you tearfully explain the details of what happened.

“But-but-I-I don’t wanna! Don’t wanna lose daddies! Don’t wanna! Didn’t mean t-to! I-I p-promise-I-I didn’t!” you stagger between breaths, gasping for air as your sob relentlessly in Steve’s arms. 

“Shh, hey-hey” Bucky caresses your head, directing your attention to him. “It’s okay, doll. It’s okay. You’re okay.” he consoles. Steve gently wipes your tears at the same time and helps in calming you. You look at them both through blurry vision and continue weeping apologies to which they both remind you that it’s okay. 

They were scared to death when they only took their eyes off you for a second and you were gone…but they found you, just like the first time. 

They bring you over to sit down on a bench so they can better help console you and check your injuries. Steve rummages through the backpack he was carrying to get a first aid kit, and Bukcy watches through tortured eyes as you miserably cry.

“Doll.” he tenderly tilts your chin up to him. Tearful eyes red from crying look up to him. “Daddy’s proud of you.” he states, earnestly, stern and true. It makes you cry harder though, with confusion written all over your face. Proud? How could he be proud when you almost thought about running away? 

“W-why?” you cry “I-I bad. bad!” you weep pitifully as you feel Steve cleaning your knees. 

“No angel. You’re not bad.” Steve states, only confusing you more, you were sure both of them would be upset with you…considering they had every reason to. 

“You know why?” Bucky asks, stroking your previously cold cheeks that have now been warmed by your tears. You shake your head no as more seemingly endless tears fall. “‘Cause you came back,” he says, wiping them as they come. “You came back to find us. That’s all that matters.” Bucky reassures you. 

It hurts, both his and Steve’s worst fear almost coming to life. 

But it didn't. 

And truthfully, no one understood that more than Bucky. He knew more than anyone what it was like to get confused. To see or hear something otherwise mundane that whips you back to a place where you feel out of control. 

The story you recanted to them rings all too familiar to him. It reminds him of shaky hands and paralyzed tongue that attempted to explain to Steve what it was like to not be in control of your own body. Your own actions. 

It didn’t matter that you wandered away. It didn’t matter where your thoughts went. All that mattered was that you cried for them. All that mattered was your tiny hands curled around Steve's shirt so hard he’d thought you’d hurt your own fingers. All that mattered was the way you pulled Bucky closer while weeping his name as he comforted you. 

All that mattered…was that you needed your Daddies.  

They both reassure as such in ways they knew you'd understand. Besides, it only made sense that their little girl would get confused sometimes. That’s what daddies are for. And you came back because you knew they always made the best decisions for you. And even if on the off chance that you hadn't…that really wouldn’t have mattered anyway either. They would always find their little girl because you belong with them. Always and forever.

“Which ones do you want little princess?” Steve asks you, offering a variety of colorful bandages in front of you. Your hysteria and their sweet strong words have all but distracted you from the pain of the scratches lacerating your knees. You point to the ones you like and Steve praises you for making “such a good choice babygirl.”

Bucky holds you close and lets you bury your head in his chest while Steve carefully puts them on. You feel guilt again when you notice that the soft mittens now have little scuffs and holes in them that match your pants. But Steve reassures you that it’s ‘no biggie’ and that they can always get you another pair. 

“How about Daddy and I get you some ice cream?” Steve suggests, knowing sweets was at least one way to cheer his sweet girl up. 

You sniffle, looking to him at the suggestion. 

“Ice cweam?” you say with a small voice “I-I wike ice cweam” you say softly, not meaning to slur your words. But you never did anyway, it always just happened beyond your control. 

“I think that sounds perfect, huh doll?” Bucky says lightheartedly and sweetly while picking you up from the bench and placing you in Steve's arms.

“Wif sprinkles toos?” you ask, rubbing your sore eyes. 

“All the sprinkles for my sweet little girl” Steve smiles at you while playfully poking at your side making you giggle a bit. 

The cold dessert cools your hot throat and brings a smile back to your face. Of course, what really made you happy was knowing your daddies weren’t upset with you, and even more importantly, that you were never going to lose them.

“Hey what’s that on Dada’s face?” Bucky points directly to Steve, making you turn to examine it closely as you're still in his arms. It gives Bucky the opportunity to steal a lick from your ice cream.

“Hey!” you laugh turning back to Bucky’s not-so-secret move when you realize there was nothing amiss on your Dada’s face. 

“What?” he puts his hands and shoulders up in a shrug of confusion while looking around and feigning confusion. You giggle more as obvious signs of ice cream are on the tip of his nose.

“Looks like daddy’s the one with something on his face” Steve teases, and you laugh with them while they let you finish your little treat.

“You still wanna go up on the Ferris wheel babygirl?” Steve asks after wiping your hands clean from any sticky residue. You look up to him with awe and shock, not expecting him to still offer it. 

“Really?” you question with a hopeful but weary look on your face from not being sure of why you deserve it. Steve nods at you and tells you yes. Maybe he was skeptical before, but nothing was better than seeing his little girl's face light up in a smile. 

Plus, Steve knew you were their little girl. More than that, he knew that you knew. In your heart, you came back to them. You needed them. And that’s all Steve could ever want. 

You’re squeezed between your two daddies as the wheel makes its way up to the top. They watch as you look in awe of how tiny everything looks from up above. This must be what it's like for your daddies to see all the time. You feel as though you’re at the tippity top of the wheel forever. You don’t mind as it’s beautiful and quiet up there with the only people in the world you wanted to be with. You tiredly lay your head against Steve's arm, signaling to him that you’ll likely sleep the whole drive home. 

“I love you,” you say contently, and they know you say it for both of them. 

“We love you too angel. So much,” Steve tells you, smiling down at his sleepy little girl, and looking up to see Bucky’s lightened up face too. 

He takes it all in, remembering the times when just he and Bucky would go out to these things–or really–when Bukcy would drag him to the carnivals. He knew how much Bucky loved this. He knew how much you loved this. And he loved it too. He loved you both, and that was all he needed.

[jester-lover]

Hi I would like to request the Twist dorm leaders with their s/o forcing them to get (or just to go with them) to get snake bite peirceing!

Snake Bites

dorm leaders with an s/o who has snake bites!

cw- piercings, blood mention, fluff, a lil insecurity, all around wholesome, gn! reader

( I couldn't find a good snake bites gif, so take Moomin)

Riddle

Riddle definitely grew up thinking piercings were unsightly or unrefined, but he quickly discarded that thought process seeing you enchanting you looked with your snake piercings

If your snake piercings are new, know that this boy will have you on your salt water regiment strictly, he will not see you suffer through infections!

He is definitely a fan of golden jewelry, and he may gift some to you on your birthday

“Dearest, remember to clean your piercings before classes today!”

Leona

Leona thinks your piercings are so cool, I mean look at him, the guy dresses like a grunge cowboy

If your piercing is new, he’ll be a little curious, asking if you bled or if it hurt, he cares about your well being

He loves lip rings, he thinks you look great with them

I feel like Leona would love having body mods, but really can’t because of his royal status, so he’ll be 100% supportive of yours

“The rings look better, more outgoing.”

Azul 

Azul has learned from his own childhood to not judge others based on appearance, especially not his own s/o. He likes your piercings for the way that they differentiate you from the other students, individualism is his bread and butter after all!

If your piercing is new, he’ll be extra careful not to snag or bother it accidentally, remembering to hug you with a tilt

In his own opinion, lip studs are better than rings, he especially likes the shiny bejeweled kind

“You truly are sparkling, my treasure.”

Kalim

Kalim is not unfamiliar with piercings, his own ears are pierced! He loves having an s/o with piercings/ body mods, because it gives him another excuse to spoil you rotten

If your piercing is new, he’ll have trouble not being as affectionate as he usually is, but he’ll manage

He buys you so much jewelry, he absolutely loves just surprising you with new jewels, and the price tag is the least of his worries

“I finally found the artisan who made my earrings, and I got him to make you matching snake bites.”

Vil

Vil adores your piercings, specifically if you let him give you little makeovers

If your piercing is new, he’ll keep you on a strict regimen, there will be un unsightly bumps, bleeding or sore skin on his watch

His most favorite thing to do when styling your snake bites is adding simple silver rings, and matching them with silver eyeshadow

“Now, liebling, keep your head still so I don’t spread the pigment to your nose.”

Idia

He thinks you look so awesome, like the rebellious character in a video game, which is why he’s really excited to ask you about your piercings

He’ll be a little surprised by all the care you have to put into maintaining a piercing after getting it, and he’ll admire you for making the commitment to your look

Idia gets the issue of getting weird looks, so he always knows how to uplift you when your feeling down

“So, you have to soak it in salt water two times a day? What happens if you wake up late?”

Malleus

Oh humans and their delightful little arts and crafts!

He finds himself enamored with the piercing process, asking you so many questions about the pain levels and how often you have to take care of it

Malleus loves your piercings so much, probably because he feels like you match him aesthetically with them

“Lilia had piercings just like those in the 2000s, don’t tell him, but in my own opinion you are far better suited to them.”

This is a scene/emo! Lilia stan account. (maybe a future fic idea?)

[chickenpizza420]

hhrhrhrhr do you think you could write something with Johnathon and the reader being roommates in college and he’s creepy around them but the reader is lowkey into it and ends up fucking him or something GAH I fucking love the way you write him 😭

TW: dub//n 😈 VERY MUCH NS//FW

LOVE U ❤️ SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT❤️

Word count: 2855

Jonathan is a creep. He’s the reason why all dorms should be divided by gender, but for some reason yours isn’t. You can’t stand him. He always has to talk to you for some reason and he is beyond annoying. You can’t bring anyone over because of him, he will talk up a storm until you guys excuse yourselves. That’s not even the worst part…

The worst part? The way he stares at you. The way you can’t even change a jacket without him gazing pervertedly at your exposed flesh. The way your underwear and sock drawer seem more unkempt than the way you left it before class, but you can’t prove anything.

Jonathan isn’t always so bad. He’s better now. It took months for you to get comfortable with him, and a lot of aggression from you to force him to act right. Well, not exactly comfortable, but you can tolerate him.

It’s not like you had a choice. You’ve been waiting forever to change dorms but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen any time soon. It’s either force comfort, or go through hell.

At least he hasn’t touched you at any time, not that you know of. You two are civil.

Tonight you’re going out with your girls, getting wasted, and having the time of your life. You study most of the time and have rarely gotten the chance to go out this semester, or even dressed in something other than casual clothes.

You leave the dorm to shower and get ready. You look almost like a different person and for once people can actually see what your body looks like. You take a deep breath before entering. You know damn well Jonathan’s weird ass is going to do or say something strange.

You carefully open the door before walking in and grabbing the hem of your tiny dress before shimmying to pull it down as much as you can.

Jonathan is sitting down at his desk, on his computer, as usual. As soon as you step foot in the door his eyes are glued to you, almost star-struck. You roll your eyes in annoyance. His reaction is expected.

"O-oh!" His eyes are open wide excitedly and turns his gaming chair towards you. "You look great!" He gives you a sheepish grin, a light blush spreading across his cheeks. He rubs the back of his neck almost nervously. "Are- are you going out tonight?" His eyes dart down to your thighs, his smile falters, a bit unusual from him.

"Am I going out?" You raise an eyebrow, put your hands on your hips and bend down to get at his eye level. "What do you think, Jonathan?"

You can hear him audibly gulp. He looks away from you, he almost looks sweaty. "Um... Y-you... you're not dressed very... um... you shouldn't be out like that... it's dangerous," he stammered, his eyes flickering nervously.

This pisses you off beyond words. You poke him hard in the chest with your finger. "Don't ever tell me what to wear again..." You back away from him then walk over to your desk to get your purse. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your thighs.

As you hook your purse over your shoulder you glance back at him with narrow eyes. “I’ll be back late, if I even come back.”

You turn your head away and head for the door, refusing to look back at him. In your peripheral vision you can see that Jonathan’s face has a different expression than usual, could he be frowning? You’ve seen him upset before of course, but not like this. The vibe felt different as you were leaving, you feel your shoulders getting heavy. It feels like… he’s jealous?

“Have fun! Be… be safe!” Jonathan blurts out just seconds before the door shuts completely.

You swallow, hard. You feel bad leaving him there. It doesn’t seem like he gets out much and your relationship with him has improved greatly over the last few months. Should you have invited him? A wave of guilt hits you until your friend calls, thankfully.

You answer and she wants you there ASAP. You scurry off to the party and shake off any bad thoughts you have. Hours pass by, you are wasted beyond comprehension and are practically dragging your feet across the hall. You didn’t even get to kiss anyone tonight but you had a great time with your friends and are so fucked up you don’t even think you can wash your face.

You even struggle to get your keys out of your purse and drop them on the floor. You have to slide down the door in order to avoid falling flat on the ground. As you pick up your keys you press yourself against the door to use it once again as an aid for standing. You hear various sounds, like music, talking, shuffling of feet. Hopefully it’s just remnants of the loud booming music from the party. It’s almost 4AM for crying out loud. He always sleeps late, but not this late.

You pray to god he’s knocked out cold. You press your keys inside slowly and twist the door knob anxiously. You feel a slight bit of anger as you push the door open realizing that-

“No. Fucking. Way.” You think.

He's still up in the dark glaring at his computer screen, worst timing ever.

“Oh! Hey!” Jonathan waves to you excitedly. “I didn’t think you’d be coming home!”

You sigh and walk inside. You toss your purse to the floor and slam the door shut behind you. He doesn’t even jump. You step out of your shoes and leave them by the door before walking to your bed and diving face first into it.

“You know I was just!-“ He still keeps rambling to you, not getting the hint that you want him to shut the fuck up. You try tuning him out as much as you can but he’s about to give you a headache.

"You know what Jonathan?" You interrupt. A loud sigh escapes your lips and you rub your temples in annoyance. You can’t take another word from him right now. Sleeping was a top priority. "I was really counting on you being asleep right now."

“Huh? O-oh!” He sheepishly smiles and rubs the back of his neck again. “I just… I just didn’t think you’d come back tonight! I was just up thinking… and I wanted to play some games to distract myself!”

You sit up from the bed and tilt your head to the side. "I wanted to sleep... to have peace and quiet for once… and maybe even get rid of some stress!" You grin, the alcohol still hitting. A thought crosses your mind. It would be funny to play with this pathetic man's feelings for once. He always makes you uncomfortable, why not make him? "Maybe I wanted to play with myself for once..." You smile at him and look him up and down.

“W-what!?” He stammers. Jonathan’s face is beet red, you can see his embarrassed expression from the computer’s light reflecting on his face. He’s speechless.

“What do you mean what?” You put your hands on your knees and lean forward towards him. “Maybe I wanted to touch myself Jonathan. You know I didn’t even get to kiss anyone tonight?” You can see his hands trembling in his lap, his thighs are pressed tightly together. He’s very rigid, almost like when you two first met.

“That’s- that’s… too bad! Haha…” He lets out a small awkward laugh and moves his chair slightly to the side.

“Yeah… I really need to relieve my stress.” You lie back down onto your side, still facing him. You bring your knees closer to your chest and put a hand in between your thighs teasingly. “I could just do it here while you’re awake though.” You cover your smile with one of your hands.

Jonathan has no words. He just stares at your body. His eyes resting on your lower half. Your dress is riding up your body sloppily and he can’t help but look. He licks his lips feeling desire surging through his body as his mind races.

“Look at me Jonathan…” You begin to rub your folds teasingly through your panties while glancing at him to see his reaction. You rock your hips against your hand and fake a small moan to see what he’ll do. To your disappointment it seems like he has no reaction, he’s still in place biting his lips together.

That’s embarrassing… A blush spreads across your cheeks. Immediately you regret your actions. You slowly remove your hand from in between your legs and turn your back towards him then scoot towards the wall, making room on the bed. You keep your mouth shut in shame.

You close your eyes shut in an attempt to go to sleep and hope that he’ll forget everything you did in the morning, or even better, that you’d forget. You can hear the sound of him getting up from his chair and bite your lips anxiously waiting for him to go to his bed.

“You… You’re so beautiful.” He whispers out to you. He sounds close. You can feel his body weight shifting onto your bed. You’re too anxious to turn your head towards him. His hand lingers in the air above your thighs, hesitantly, before deciding to give into his impulses and gently touch your thigh. He brings his body close to yours, his chest pressed tightly against your back and his hardness pressed into your backside.

Your heart has never beat this fast for him. It’s about to pound out of your chest. The liquor combined with his hard manhood pressing against you turns you on like crazy. You tremble against his body. He’s much taller than you thought, he feels huge next to you. He grinds his hardness against you and trails his fingers along your soft skin to lift your dress up above your hips.

You grab his wrist. “I-I don’t know John-“

“Please.” He interrupts. “Please let me show you how much I want you.” His lips graze against your neck. His fingers begin to trail upwards and in between your thighs, his touch becoming more insistent as you squirm against his body. He brushes two fingers against your warmth and presses lightly, rubbing up and down softly.

“I want you… I need you…” He plants passionate kisses along your neck. His fingers continue stroking you, pressing harder, more forcefully. “Do you like this?” His breath hot against your ear as he continues to kiss you. He rubs circles sweetly around your clit and you can’t help but moan. It fuels his desire to take you even more. It isn’t long before your panties are dampened with your wetness.

Without permission Jonathan’s hand makes its way underneath your panties and allows his fingers to explore your wetness with unapologetic force. He plunges one of his fingers inside of you, as deep as he can.

“Ah!” You yelp out. You didn’t expect him to force his finger inside without asking. “Wait Jonathan!” You grab his wrist in an attempt to pull it out of you but your desperate tone and panting only heighten his own pleasure.

“No. Let me do this for you…” He forces another finger in and begins to pump them in and out quickly. “You’re so wet…” He begins to grind his hardness against your ass again. “It’s because of me… because of how I’m touching you…” He begins to suck on your neck, ready to leave hickeys on you and mark you for the next few days.

“Mmph!” You try to hold in your moans. You’re ashamed that you’re so wet from this pervert assaulting your pussy, but it feels unbelievably good. Your pussy tightens around his fingers and you wrap your thighs around his hand and grind against it.

Jonathan backs his crotch away from you for a moment. Using his free hand to reach into his sweats and pull his cock out. He presses his body against yours again even tighter, sandwiching you in between his own arousal and his fingers relentlessly plunging into your wetness. Your panties are slipping off from all of the friction rubbing against you.

Once again with his free hand he reaches down to yank your panties down to your knees. Your glistening sex and ass fully exposed to him. “Feel how much I want you.” He slips his cock in between your thighs and begins to fuck them. You whimper pathetically as he continues his assault, your juices dripping onto your thighs.

“I can’t hold back any more…” He withdraws his fingers from inside you abruptly and sits up on the bed to grabs your thighs, spreading them apart and lifting you up higher. He keeps your legs spread with one arm and grabs his cock to position it with your entrance. You look down at it with furrowed brows and a pathetic look on your face.

“Jonathan please-“ You cry out before being interrupted by his palm covering your mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you.” He breathes out, his voice low and hungry. “No more holding back. You’re mine.” He grips your thigh tightly before driving his raw hard cock into your wetness without warning, filing you completely.

You cry out in pain for a moment. He pounds into you with a rough intensity not caring about the pain you’re currently in, only about the pleasure that he’s going to give you. “You’re mine…” He revels in the sound of your moans and the sight of your desperate expression. You reach up to grab his shoulders for comfort as he fucks you into the mattress.

He can feel the tightness and the wetness enveloping him, enticing him to thrust harder, faster. He continues to pound into you with a relentless intensity, his hips meeting yours with a primal rhythm. The power he holds over you consumes him.

You place a hand onto the bed and try backing your hips away from him. You can barely take his poundings. The lewd sounds of your wet slick pussy and skin slapping against skin fill the room.

"No!” He raises a hand and gives you a light slap on the cheek as a reprimand. “You're my little fucktoy," he growls, his words laced with both possessiveness and desire. "And I'm going to use you however I please." He grips onto your hips, bringing you back down even harder onto his cock to accommodate his deep, forceful thrusts.

“Ugh!” You moan out. “Please! Slow down!” Your legs begin to shake as you struggle to keep them straight, your hands desperately clinging onto his shoulders again for support.

Ignoring your request, he continues to fuck you with an unyielding intensity, his grip on your hips growing tighter, leaving marks in his wake. He pounds into you mercilessly, his cock hitting all the right spots within you. Your sensitive pussy contracts around his length, the pleasure and intensity building once again. “You can take it…”

You lean your head down in shame. Your core begins to shake. You bring your arms down to hold onto your stomach. No, no no! You can’t hold it in. You’re about to cum all over his cock. Your face reddens and Jonathan can feel your impending release. He revels in the shame that washes over you, and the sound of your desperate cries.

The orgasm tears through your body, overpowering you completely. Despite your best efforts, you can't hold it in any longer, and you squirt all over his cock. Your warm juices cascade down your thighs and his. Leaking all over the bed.

"That's it. Take it!” He continues his forceful thrusts, pushing you to your limits and beyond. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, echoing with the intensity of your encounter. With a low growl, Jonathan releases his load deep within your core, his hot seed flooding your insides.

“You’re mine forever…” He remains inside of you before pressing his lips against yours and forcing his tongue into your mouth. You don’t fight him back. You let him explore your mouth and even suck on his tongue encouraging him to go further. He pants into your mouth like an animal, continuing the kiss before withdrawing his cock from inside of you. His seed leaks out of you. Jonathan hasn’t released himself in a long time and you were the perfect outlet to use.

He picks your tired body up from your bed and brings you over to his, tucking you into the sheets and pressing himself against you into a warm embrace. “You were made to be mine…” He breathes out before planting a loving kiss onto your head as you fall asleep. As you drift off into slumber he plugs a finger inside of you, making sure some of his cum stays inside of you the entire night.

You two are both so worn out that you sleep together all throughout the night until the afternoon without moving an inch away from each other.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED IT❤️

LOVE YOU ALL❤️

[riddles-fiddles]

The pregnancy scenario is so gorgeous, I love!! And perfect timing, I literally had a dream the night before about having a kid with Leona and Idia (two different dream timelines of the same scenario converging later as a kind of after party). I thought you might get a kick out of my brain’s toy box nonsense :3

The Leona timeline was very sweet, him comforting me after someone attempted to kill me for imperfect human genetics, and then getting me pregnant to spite the killer. Idia was too nervous to kiss me to wake me up from a Maleficent curse sleep. He eventually woke me up and we then had a kid who I think was called Scoot? Started with an S and had a double O in the middle.

At the after party scene, both the kids looked like the Tsums of the father, since my brain struggles to render babies in sleep XD But the fathers were both thrilled and proceeded to show them off to everyone around them!

Honestly this is so cute anon!!! You're making me want to write more domestic scenarios with the boys,,,

Leona knocking you up in spite from the killer is so him lmao but ohhhhh think if the killer was hired by his parents to erase you out of his life. Just makes Leona more possessive of you, so when you finally grow a bump visible enough he'll be walking around with his hands always somewhere on your body, making sure to let everyone know you are his most perfect human mate (and he'll personally throw hands at anyone who even dares look at you with any hint of disgust or mockery). When the baby arrives, Leona is so lively - his lazy demeanor never truly leaves his soul, but at least now he has one motivation to get up from bed and slack off - especially if it's a girl! I can totally see him being such an endearing girldad, the type to make feminine voices when playing house and always getting so invested when throwing fake tea parties, also gets his daughter the biggest unicorn on the fair, no matter if he needs to go through some ridiculous game. Either be it a girl or a boy, Leona's favourite thing to do is go to small walks with his baby on his shoulders, squealing in excitement from all the stimuli around them, teaching them about everyday things like what is a butterfly, why birds chirp, and so on. You could say your child really did bring a light to Leona's life.

Idia... he wants to give the baby an unique name, or something regarding the online games or otaku media he consumes, but all you need to do is bat your eyelashes and hold his hand in a death gentle grip to sort his mind out of this idea. Idia's very nervous and overly cautious around the baby, always, and easily freaks out from the smallest ractions - when the baby sneezes, when they cough, even innocent, bright squeals sends him spiraling into an anxious coma. He's horrified of the idea of accidentally dropping his own child or just hurting them in some way, so he's always with a firm grip around the head and body, sustaining them even with trembling hands. He's very dedicated though, so Idia is always close to them, literally. He'll have the baby secured against his chest in a baby carrier while gaming, sometimes making effect sounds to amuse them; you know they truly are Idia's child from the way they look so enthralled to the screen, curious eyes scanning every move, every change of scenario like they're actually understanding something. He finds it annoying to go out in public with them though! His child is just so freaking cute with their cheeks so rosy and squeezable every stranger wants to talk and cuddle them, making Idia feel proud and at the same time mortified, fighting the urge to just turn heels and run back home as fast as possible. Idia doesn't care what gender his child is, but you can be sure he'll want to dress them in gamer onesies and clothing. 'Player three' and 'level 1 human' kinda shit, you know? But he will neeeeever admit he's doing it because he secretly finds it cute; god forbid Idia Shroud enjoying something so normie. Cringe.

[rebouks]

Idk if you’ve already done this (newer follower and still catching up) but would you ever do a post on how you plan a post? Like what your planning process looks like with shots, poses, etc? You’re one of my favorite storytellers and I hope to get on your level one day but no idea what goes into a true story telling post

Ooooh hi hello, welcome! I don't believe I have ever gone into my process, no! but how interesting.. what better excuse! let's take yesterdays post as an example, shall we? 👀

First of all, we start with the premise/notes, which are very rough n' look like this in a word document...

Camping – the twins are fiiighting/being a pain, Oscar loses temper with em n almost says why can’t u be like ur brother?! throwing him into memories of Salton saying that to him all the time :[ he catches himself like no wait ur perfect I just gotta finish this, twins like wtf?? But robin ofc knows what’s going on with his pappy.. Oscar wanders off later n Robin sits with him, ur not like them u kno, what? Grandma n grandpa ur not the same, OUGH ;-;

2. I suppose this step changes depending on what I feel like, sometimes I'll make the poses/take the screenies first, then write the dialogue, other times I'll write the dialogue first.. I try for the latter since I can make more accurate poses, but time is usually my enemy here cos dialogue needs a nice quiet period to write lmao (let's call this step dialogue for now though)

3. Rip sims for blender, make poses, then head in game to dress everyone, set dress and take screenies, I take a LOT and choose the best ones but here're some unedited examples for you... In this case cos there was a flashback, I also had to remake Oscar/fam as a child n' whatnot, but luckily I have their old house saved so I plonked them all in an alternative save to take those.

4. Now we have our dialogue/screenies, it's time to throw it all together in photoshop, I usually edit the screenie first to fix any clipping etc, fix the lighting, sharpen it up a bit maybe.. but that's about it! Then I press my handy lil (custom made) storyboard action and end up with smth like this, to which I add the text! (this step takes the longest prolly.. cos it takes me forever to pick the screenies I wanna use my GOD 🙈)

VOILA! Once I've chosen all the screenies in the right order I go thru each of em in PS one by one to edit/add captions, then we're done! \o/

I realise this probably seems quite quick/vague or even streamlined if u wanna toot my horn lmaooo but I've spent a while doing this by now so ig I've kinda figured out the quickest way of doing it - still tho, I'd imagine the above still taking between 4-5 hours from start to finish! I usually spread these things over days/weeks in advance tho like.. during the week I mostly make poses/take screenies and write, then at the weekend I'll usually edit a bunch n' throw it all together, so it doesn't rlly feel tedious since I'm switching it up all the time/doing what I fancy.

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

i have a request that I’m not sure you’d want to do but, it’s a school a/u. How would the creeps be if they got high at school with their s/o 🐈

LOVE this idea!! Only using the mature creeps!

HIGH AT SCHOOL - CREEPS SCHOOL AU:

JEFF THE KILLER:

Doesn't smoke a whole bunch and certainly doesn't get that high

You have to remember he has a football career to think about!

If he got drug tested he'd be absolutely fuckkked

If/when he's high at school, he's a total fool. Cracking jokes, acting stupid, the works.

JANE THE KILLER:

Doesn't smoke since she's in choir

She thinks it damages your voice

Honestly effects her ability to think and focus so she doesn't like it

If she were to get high she'd be a mess. She'd have no clue what to do with herself. She needs to sit the fuck down and do nothing until it wears off

NINA THE KILLER:

Smokes socially!

Only at parties or with friends

Absolutely doesn't smoke when she has to cheer, she wants her head in the game

Doesn't change all that much when she's high at school. Just a bit more talkative!

KATE THE CHASER:

Stoner. She smokes all the time.

Like I said before she's rather reserved and quiet with her achievements and work. It's the same thing with this. You can probably tell by the way she dresses but she won't tell you unless you ask all the right questions

But! Since she's literally a track star, she makes sure to do breathing exercises and extra warmups so she's still in great shape

Exactly the same as always when she smokes at school. She's high a lot so she's gotten used to having to focus

CLOCKWORK:

Only smokes with the proxies (kate,toby,tim,brian)

Like Kate she does all the breathing and extra warmups before basketball games or even practice. She puts out her A game

But when she's in the art rooms? Oh girl is high as fuck.

If she smokes with the proxies before school, she'll make her way to the art room to be alone and let her creativity flow.

"TICCI" TOBY:

STONERRR. Just look at this man. He smokes for sure.

Probably smokes before games but it doesn't effect his performance at all

Loves smoking with the proxies, honestly loves sharing a joint with anyone if they ask! Super chill about it

Just like Nina, he just gets more social when he smokes! Also such a giggler when he's high

TIM/MASKY:

Not really a weed smoker but avid cigarette smoker. We already knew that though

But if he is smoking weed, it's in small doses and only around the ones he trusts

I feel like he freaks out when he smokes weed. Hallucinates and all that

It's almost like he's on crack when he's high at school. Probably scratching his arms a lot, looking around trying to catch the hallucination before it disappears

BRIAN/HOODIE:

Another stoner. Like he's up there with Kate in the level he smokes.

High all the time, even during the championship baseball game. He's still throwing strike after strike and being the ace player

Hosts parties after games too, you better bet there's joints for days there. Wax too.

Like I said, high all the time. So he's pretty normal, super chill and laid back. Doesn't effect his performance at all

EYELESS JACK:

Only smokes when Nina's around since she only smokes socially. He's pretty much the same

Also just a weekend smoker. He doesn't like how it clouds his head when he's trying to focus on schoolwork.

He's an honor student after all. He has to keep his mind in it

Struggles when he's high at school. All the words seem to morph together on the pages and his head is all cloudy. He just feels like he needs to take a nap and try the day all over again

THE PUPPETEER:

Probably the one who smokes the absolute most. Again, look at this man.

He says it helps his creativity flow, but I don't know how much I'd believe that

Doesn't share his stuff at all though.

Kinda like Toby he's a giggler, but more on the chuckle side? Cracks some jokes but he's not all that much different since this pretty much is normal for him

[winterchimez]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

hi anonie!! it’s been a while since i’ve done tag games like this so LETS GAUR 🤩

im doing for the ones that i talk to most often ✨

@from-izzy my soulmate 🤞🏻(who clearly SHOULD be living in my city instead), sunricyeon!!, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, purple 💜, bunnies 🐰, raccoons 🦝, in constant denial of her love life 😒, long calls & video calls, SAUR, music 🎶, “ALLY HELP ME 🥺”, fellow believer in God, concerts, has 19374848 plans to meet up but our studies/job preventing us to do so 😞 (but we will beat them and meet irl someday SOON BCS I MANIFEST)

@sungbeam my precious lil 妹妹 🫶🏻, blue 🩵, “hear me out….but another changmin potential wip/plot 🤡”, photocards, that wet tree rat pc, if talent was a person its her, care packages 📦, fellow introverts ✌🏻, the one who convinced me to purchase my sony headphones while we were videocalling in the store 🥹, my sleep paralysis demon, “ALLY JIEJIE”, my cutie wookie little sis 😔💗, but also goes 😐 whenever i talk abt sangyeon 🙄

@aimeecarreros the unhinged and wild one in the b*****, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, twerking ✨, the best gif maker ever 😤, “so elena…pretty pwease can you gif this for moi 🥺”, BBANGJU 👅, “CORREQUE ✌🏻”, insanely hilarious and unhinged memes and text messages 24/7, the moodmaker of the group, “haysss *inserts stripping meme*”, teasing me 24/7 🙄, pinterest, fashion 😍, bridal dresses 🤍

@snowflakewhispers the SAVAGE, maknae and the demon (lovingly) in the b*****, teasing me is her everyday job atp 🙄🙄🙄, mrs jacob bae, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, spitting fire 24/7 🔥, matching sony headphones 🤍, matching macbook colours 🩶, psych & kids 💗, the sunwoo to my eric, apparently is in a messed up relationship/situationship with someone who shall not be named 🦝, the moot who lives the closest to where i am 🥹 (so faster get your ass back here after uni ends)

@daisyvisions the unnie of the b*****, NAUR, that iconic zoom selfie 😌✨, constantly being distracted at work bcs of ✨unholy thoughts✨, podcast 🎧, 1/4 of sangyeon’s whores, also joined in on the fun with elena & ophelia on teasing moi 😔, jerry lee 🤤, doggo 🐶, newnudeshot 😏📸, photoism 🎞️, spongebob memes, BIG SEXC BRAIN 🧠, late night talks while working, always judging me for some reason 🙃

@justalildumpling my dongsaeng 👧🏻, sunricyeon!!, black 🖤, ptsd from windows turning from black to bright blue, “pull a j” aka doing and leaving assignments till the very last minute 😁, “guys…..”, “yall…..”, a simp 🤓, attracted to red flags men (but not anymore 😚), FOODIE CHINGUS, malatang, “guys….can we just call for like 20 mins max…i promise it won’t take long” = a 6-7hours call, late night (or early mornings) video calls, SHE IS A BEAUTY AN ICON AND SHE IS THE MOMENT 😍

@ethereal-engene my long-lost best friend 🥹, JU HAKNYEON 🍊, anime!!, men in glasses 🔛🔝, fellow chinese friend ❤️, cny 🧧, lion dances 🦁, WOOZI (ESP IN LONG HAIR 😩😩😩), matching hakkie pottery pcs 🤍, wips brainstorming ✍️, another cutie lil 妹妹 🥺, arms….and pecs 🤓, editing 👩‍💻, convos abt our studies/work life 💗

@kimsohn kim sunwoo, pinterest, “maya….i had a dream abt sangyeon….”, “oh!”, anime!!, that smiling and then speechless meme, sangyeon drenching himself in water 😀, “so when are you gonna write this”, sunric sluts, tbosas, coriolanus snow, always talking abt being on writers block with one another but eventually gets things done (and sometimes its long af), being caring 🥺, food!!

@quaissants 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, sends me lip gloss sangyeon 24/7, my twinnie 🤞🏻, same birthday & mbti 💗, speaks in such a soft manner like hello 🥺, genshin impact!!, ragnvindr bros ❤️💙, childe 🤓, angsty angst ❤️‍🩹, constantly looking out for me 🥹, men 😃, “i have selective reading”

@sanaxo-o another 1/2 of my gremlins 👹, unhinged as a person, sabrina carpenter 💗, flirty af but then i dont return the favour 😄, sends me sangyeon content 24/7, a great listener and gives me comfort, always checking up on others, ✌🏻level-headed and ☝🏻dum-dum, “LET ME BETA YOUR FICS”, pinterest, “Als”

@stealanity my unnie 🥺💗, always looking out for everyone, the big sister of the net, amazing as a person (i admire you loads), moodboards 😍, aesthetics ✨, a field of flowers 🌹🪻🌸🌺, brave (never afraid to speak up!!), i miss you sm unnie always 🫶🏻, calls me a cutie 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

@cloverdaisies CLO MY LOVE 💚, great britian 🇬🇧, fish & chips, “you have no rights ally ive revoked them”, “you dont love me anymore 🥺” aka clo’s way of making me feel guilty that i couldn’t visit her when i was back in EU (IT WILL HAPPEN ONE DAY I SWEAR I WILL BE BACK 😤😤😤), writing fics for one another 💗, STRONG ASS WOMAN 💪 (who juggles between work and uni all on her own 🥹🫂), “there’s a rat in my apartment”, phone & video calls (which we havent done in a while and we should again!!)

@juyeonszn my fawnie my bubba 🥹, coffee ☕️, zeneration livestream 🙌🏻, crying tgt, unboxing albums ✨, pcs collection, puppies 🐶, anime!!, big sexc brain 🧠, sunric sluts, INSANE MAKEUP LOOKS 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, education 📚, never-ending talks on dc (which we haven’t done in a while i miss you loads 🥺), my fellow dancer 💃, if cutie was a person its fawnie 💗

@itsbeeble my pookie 🫶🏻, kim sunwoo, another big sexc brain 🧠, taylor swift 💛, eras tour ✨, “ALLY GO TO SLEEP”, eric sohn, ateez & svt!!, memes 24/7, exposing each other’s asses 😄, biker sunwoo 😩, delulu is the solulu ✨, another coffee buddy ☕️, talks abt uni/work life, always bouncing off ideas with one another

[kittenintheden]

okay listen I'm so tired lol

I am a fandom old. I've been around the freaking block like eight dozen times. I'm at the point in my life where I enjoy media because it's FUN and ENRICHING for me personally, rather than something I base my identity on. I adore the community that happens in fan spaces (mostly).

here is why I never trust an anon that's clearly just being a dick: I've been in way to many scenarios where people who aren't even invested in the thing just think it's so fucking funny to watch segments of a community fight with each other. it tickles some part of their lizard brain. their mom never taught them not to be an asshole to strangers. idk.

there's a political term that you may or may not be familiar with called astroturfing. it's frequently used in marketing and politics to falsely create the image of vast public support for something that doesn't actually have all that much natural support. for example, people who don't especially have strong feelings about trans issues being encouraged/paid/instructed to respond to any and all trans support a certain way. responding to blogs, sending letters to the editor, posting on message boards, etc. their goal is to create a broad public perception that most people are anti-trans (untrue).

and it works. entire fucking laws and legislation and protests and fearmongering come out of that shit. people make up FAKE PROBLEMS (cis men dressing up like women to go be pervy in public bathrooms???) and spread the word via bad actors and controlling the public discourse. the media conglomerate that gamed Facebook to disproportionately support asshole authoritarian alt-right clowns and got them elected was EXCELLENT at it.

a similar thing can happen in fandom, ESPECIALLY when that fandom is a haven for women, POC, queer folk, and other minorities. you guys might remember GamerGate and SadPuppies? yeah all those fuckers are still active and still purposely being shitty at every given opportunity because they think it's funny to make the "libs" fight amongst themselves.

look up #yourslipisshowing if you're not familiar. it was a movement by Black Twitter (specifically Black WOMAN Twitter) to expose bad actors who would create accounts posing as Black woman activists, learn the surface-level terminology, and just purposely cause discord in leftist spaces under the ever-familiar activist method of "being morally pure is a thing that can exist."

anyway: any time I get an ask or comment without a name attached that is very obviously intended to poke me in a sore spot, I delete that shit and assume it's some fucker trying to start fan drama for kicks. even if I'm wrong, I still don't need to feed into that shit. this is my fun, happy space. I'm an activist and do activist shit and get angry at the world in real life, I don't need it in my little fandom corner of the internet too.

which is not to say that shitty fans and shitty fandom takes don't really exist. they very much do. but I don't give them much air unless there's an actual name attached. and even THEN it can be hit or miss because people can and do create fake accounts if they're especially dedicated to being a shithead.

so: if you're minding your business and some goober comes into your ask box with shit that's clearly intended to push a button, give it like 24 hours to cool down and decide if it's actually worth it to respond. for me, most of the time I determine that it's not.

don't get me wrong. calling out bad behavior in fandom IS IMPORTANT and SHOULD BE DONE. I just also think it's important to try and find the joy and camaraderie in these spaces as much as possible and that people who try to disrupt that for jollies suck real bad and give a disproportionate perception of "what X fans are like."

in summary, my philosophy is be the best person you can be, be as kind as is warranted, focus on the parts of your fandom that make you happiest, and carry a big stick for when the jerks won't take a hint.

also like. shitting on other characters to prop up your fave is such a freaking middle school move. are you in middle school? if so, I'm sorry. if not, I'm still sorry, but for a different reason.

[no1sharkenthusaist]

! hsr headcannons for several characters ! [modern au]

♪ In-ter-net-o ya-me-ro ♪!

Y u m i - c h a n i s n o w o n l i n e !

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Characters : Dan Heng, Serval, Blade, Gepard, March

Plot : no real plot, just headcannons about honkai Characters in a modern au setting

Tags : modern au, headcannons, fluff, slight crack, wrote this at 11pm while heading home from a road trip

authors note : omg got a steam deck for my birthday (may 30th) and I. AM. IN. LOVE !!! I could talk abt it for hours and hours but i have my discord for that ehe. Anyways, ive been having fun rediscovering my old childhood games and thats when i had an epiphany. Hsr or genshin boys in a ddlc type scenario!!! Feeling so swag abt the idea. Also i got out of school so more uploads yaya. Thank u all for the support on my intro page yippee. I promise not to let you all down

╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑ enjoy !

DANHENG

Now playing : Scrawny - The Wallows

He definitely dresses like with collared shirts and kinda has that accidental soft boy look

English major frfr

definitely listens to lovejoy/wilbursoot and bo burnham

Water drinker enthusiast (even tho he forgets to drink half the time-)

burnt out gifted kid

messed up sleeping schedules

Hes that quiet guy everyone has a crush on to some extent

He looks cold and serious during lectures, but hes actually just daydreaming and has his head in the clouds

Probably stays with the same group of kids he met in middle school because he cant socialize

I think said kids would be march, stelle/caleus, himeko And on ocasion blade, kafka, and silverwolf

Welt would be a chill english teacher that would let Dan Heng sit in his classroom during lunch

he likes going to concerts a lot

Learned to play guitar in middle school but doesnt like playing in front of people

Consider yourself lucky if he plays in front of you

Extremely oblivious to romance

Girls will try to flirt with him but he will just have a blank and confused look

Spends his free time in book stores shopping for records

Ps5 gamer frfr

Theater kid (had a hamilton phase)

SERVAL

Now playing : Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Shut me up by mindless self indulgence on loop

Like its probably to an unhealthy level

Always has headphones in(that gepard gave her for her birthday)(And so loud to the point you can hear the music standing next to her)

(went deaf at the ripe age of 13, after that it was all "huh?" /j)

Shirts from old bands, baggy jeans, fishnets, etc

Had an alt phase

Bad habit of smashing guitars

Dropped out of college after first semester

Had a band in highschool with Blade and Dan Heng that received noise complaints on a regular Basis

Really extroverted and easy to get along with

Loves going to concerts (especially the ones that get crazy like halfway through )

Probably gets in fights during black friday

Addicted to coffee (gepards needs to step in and help her drink something else)

Likes bitter stuff more than sweet stuff

Cares very deeply for her friends

The type of gal to go on road trips with friends and go Camping

Goes to protests every other tuesday

Probably banned from several places

very passionate about things she loves

Loves scary movies and Rollercoasters

The six flags employees have memorized her name

(shes just so cool i wanna be like her fr)

BLADE

Now playing : Consequences - Lovejoy

Theater kid (would never admit it tho)

Kafka teases him about it so much

met kafka and silverwolf in detention

The teachers hate the three of them

Alt kid and never got out of his emo phase

Besties with serval, change my mind

Kafka probably pushed him to join boxing to get his anger out in a less…destructive way

Loves the sleepovers he has with kafka and silverwolf

Broke silverwolf's tv while playing wii sports

Goes to college, no clue what he wants to do so hes just doing liberal studies

Adopted a small stray cat he saw on the ground during a storm

he tries to be tough and mean, but hes a big Softy

Loves the Beetlejuice musical(and mean girls but we dont talk about that)

has probably been on probation on multiple occasions

Probably vandalized the car of someone he didnt like

Kafka has to sweet talk everyone out of getting blade in serious trouble

Hes really good at basketball, he just doesnt like it so he never pushed it further

Doesnt really like or understands sports

probably listens to videogame osts 24/7

GEPARD

Now Playing : Pretty Face - PUBLIC

Getting serval out of trouble isnt a choice, its a lifestyle

Which is ironic, as he is a criminal justice major

But he still will always be her biggest supporter

Dresses (like a costco dad) soft boy by pure accident

Completely oblivious to anything and everything

Enjoys gardening and has a lemon Tree

Cave Town enthusiast

Lemonade Enthusiast

Sends people those "reminder to drink water and be happy" messages

Straight 4.0 GPA student. The teachers loved Him

Was really shy so he didnt have many friends growing up (Serval had to help him out)

Hates rollercoasters, serval drags him around six flags and he screams his head off

Poor guy :<

Still loves it since he loves hanging out with his sister

Student council secretary

No clue how the internet and technology works

Strong sense of justice

That has gotten him involved in several issues

Which ironically, serval got him out of

Wholesome cinnamon roll, pls protecc

MARCH 7TH

Now playing : Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

That one girl in class that no one could hate

Class representative and student council public relations officer

Photography major (duh)

Social butterfly and very easy to talk to

Want to go out to go eat something sweet while having fun? March has you covered !

March Makes friendship braclets and sells them so she can go shopping

has a secret stash of candy hidden in her dorm

March has a babysitting gig and comes to peoples houses with candy

Shes a little kid magnet, they all love her so much

had a club penguin phase with Dan Heng and they both shudder just thinking about it

learned all her profanity from watching Dan Heng play Call Of Duty

sucks at english, fries her brain like a hashbrown

k-pop girlie

dresses really cute with cardigans and pastel pinks

(watched aphmau, Her favorite one was a mermaid tales and mystreet) [submitted by someone on my discord who wants to stay anon]

plays overwatch and says things like "Hey, thats not nice!"

lowkey kind of a teachers pet-

Loves webtoons and collects the physical releases

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Chapter 1:

Extravaganza

Revenant x Legend!Reader

Content disclaimer:

Not completely canon compliant,

Takes place a bit after season 9,

Mention of murder,

Mention of guns,

Gender neutral reader

Summary: You join the Apex Games, but before you can actually begin, you have to go through all the extravaganza.

Word count: 2218

Masterlist

The Apex Games…

Out of dozens and dozens of competitors, you came out on top.

It was honestly unbelievable.

The sheer anxiety and excitement throughout the match. Except this time, the stakes were even higher. It was the last competition you needed to win to qualify to be a Legend.

To be a Legend... Your biggest dream. You have been working towards this goal for quite awhile now.

Of course, the road was rocky. It had its ups and downs, but you're finally at your destination.

You can have it all now! The fame! The money! The recognition you've always wanted!

The recognition…

The recognition!!

How could you forget about the upcoming interview?? Every winner gets interviewed after their matches!

All that adrenaline must've blocked out some important information in your brain…

The match only finished a couple of hours ago, and now you've already got to go somewhere else.

Man, this is going to be extremely tiring…

What are they even going to ask?

How personal are they going to get?

Do you have to wear your competing outfit? Or can you just wear anything?

Why didn't anyone inform you about these things??

'You're going to get interviewed.' Yeah? And what else? They said where and when, but not much else.

God… Guess you'll have to improvise!

Forge wore a suit in his interview. The one that went wrong…

You'll have to dress fancy too then!

Make it elegant, but not too over the top.

You got this!

You got this.

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Okay, maybe you don't got this.

All the cameras and the lights in this relatively empty room are extremely anxiety inducing.

The banners of you in your fighting outfit are pretty flattering, but being in the spotlight right in front of them is not the most calming thing you could be doing right now.

At least the photographers notified you to stay in your armor for the photoshoot…

They also cleaned you up after the match.

Wouldn't want a competitor in a blood sport to be bloody in the advertisements now, would we?

"Starting in 5 minutes! I repeat, we're starting in 5 minutes! Everyone to their places, check your equipment again to make sure everything works properly!" yelled the director. Every single staff member hurried to their places.

Huh, he commands the room well.

As you stand on the side awkwardly, the interviewer walks up to you and asks to go and sit down in the chairs located on the stage.

"Very nice to meet you, I'm Lisa Stone.

Some staff members are going to come up here in a second to put a microphone on you, so relax and get comfortable . You don't have anything to worry about"

Well, Forge didn't have anything to worry about in the beginning either… You wonder how Ms. Stone got over that incident. Probably required a whole lot of therapy. Poor woman.

"O-Oh thank you! Nice to meet you too." you replied, trying to look as relaxed as possible. It wasn't very convincing…

You both took your respective seats.

While 2 members of staff started putting hidden microphones on you and Ms. Stone, she picked up a stack of papers and looked through them.

The interview questions.

"One minute left! Everyone better be ready, no mistakes, this is going to be live!"

No mistakes. Don't mess up.

Be as level headed and polite as possible. Can't mess this up, if you do, no one will take you seriously.

It can't go worse than Forge's interview though, right…? I mean, it was a literal assassination… by the coolest robot to ever exist!

Okay maybe phrasing it like that is wrong, but it's true-!

"Are you ready to get started?" Mr. Stone inquired, interrupting your inner rambling.

"Oh! Y-Yes, I am." came your hesitant reply.

This is going to go great…

"Good. I know this can be hard on some people but there's no need to worry." she smiled reassuringly.

At least she's not actively working towards making your situation worse, you can appreciate that.

"Starting! In 5!"

The lights dimmed.

"4!"

Well, this is really happening.

"3!"

Ms. Stone faced the main camera, you followed.

"2!"

Goodbye last shred of confidence!

"1! ACTION!"

The lights slowly came back on.

"We're sitting here tonight with our latest Legend to join the Apex Games; (Y/N) (L/N). It's great to have you here." Ms. Stone began, turning towards you during the last part.

"Thank you! The pleasure is all mine." you answered, trying your best to seem less nervous.

"So, now that you're finally here, how does it feel to have accomplished such a big feat?" she questioned.

"To be honest with you, tiring, extremely tiring."

you exclaimed, Ms. Stone giving a short giggle to your response.

"But it feels great. Surreal even! Accomplishing one of my greatest dreams, one I've been working towards for so long, is still pretty hard to believe." you chuckled lightly.

"I can imagine. It must've been pretty hard having have had to train every day for multiple competitions.

Was it nerve-racking to have your very last match be a solo match?" she responded.

"It did amp up the anxiety for that match, yes. But I'm glad the last qualifier is played without teammates. I, and many others, will then know whether I'm actually good enough to proceed or not." you say, gaining a bit of confidence back. Maybe this whole interview thing isn't going to be so bad after all.

Mr. Stone looked at you, surprised.

"I haven't heard anyone say they preferred the solo matches for the finals before. Interesting." she noted. There was a short pause while she looked down to check her papers.

"Next question… 'Why did you decide to join the games'?" came her scripted inquiry.

"I don't like getting too personal on TV, but one of the reasons was that I like guns a lot. I love to go to firing ranges to try out various kinds of firearms. I don't own any personally, but I'm very much interested in them." you answered.

You really didn't want to get into your private life and past too much…

"Another reason is that I like strategy games and working in small teams. Something like the Apex Games seemed like the perfect combination of both!" you added right after.

Ms. Stone looked at you quizzically. She probably didn't expect an answer like that.

"What an interesting motive. So the reason is 'just for fun'? No deeper meaning there?" she tried to dig deeper, genuine curiosity appearing on her face.

"Nope! Just wanted something big I can achieve that I'll also enjoy."

You know that one is a lie.

"Curious… Let's do something more fun then:

'If you were to pick a favorite, out of the current roster of Legends, who would it be'?" she looked at you, once again, very interested.

You heard somewhere that this was one of her favorite questions to ask, but even then, somehow you didn't think this far…

"Well, this will sound very weird, because most people wouldn't choose him as a favorite… but um-" you take a long pause, palms becoming slightly sweaty.

You look away from her, not wanting to see her reaction to that answer.

It was indeed a very unique choice to have as one's most liked Legend.

"It's… um… Revenant…"

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You swallowed, your mouth and throat feeling dry.

You've never heard a quieter silence before. Not a single person was making a sound, even the director was staring in shock.

Some people were looking around awkwardly, some were staring right at Ms. Stone and you. Eyes darting back and forth.

Ms. Stone stared at you, absolutely appalled, mouth slightly open. Her reaction was perfectly understandable.

Having seen that same simulacrum murder a Legend right in front of her…

You cannot blame her.

"P-Pardon?" she gives a nervous laugh. "Did I hear that right? Re-Revenant? The simulacrum?" she asks to confirm, tone uncertain.

You nod your head slightly, still not looking at her. Well you made this situation indescribably awkward.

You should've lied about this one thing; could've said Mirage or Pathfinder, or even Loba! But no! You had to tell the truth!

Ms. Stone cleared her throat. "We-Well, that's certainly… an… i-interesting choice. Um… May I ask why… him…?" her voice was shaky, having been reminded of what she has witnessed before, right in front of her.

You take a deep breath. You really need to think about this, you can't just compliment him all you want, he's still a murderer.

Be smart. Be empathetic, she got traumatized by him, you need to choose your words right.

"Umm… I'll be honest-" everyone takes a deep breath, "-it's, um… mostly because he… uh… h-he's cool…?" you say, drawing out the last two words.

The sentence sounded just as uncertain as you.

The staff kept staring at you, now solely focused on you.

"Ahaaa… and there's no other reason, at all?" she kept prying, suspicions still clearly present.

"Yeeaah… He just… does things so efficiently, e-even if they're horrible. He was designed so well…" you say back, trying to calm her down, if even just a little. You really do not want her, and all of the Outlands by extension, to hate you.

Ms. Stone kept staring at her pages, not reading any of the sentences written there. "Mhmm… He's efficient alright…" came a quiet murmur from her.

She finally turned back towards me.

"Now, people can have their preferences, within the law of course.

I'm relieved you don't agree with what he does, even though he's your favorite." she pipes up after a brief silence, still not sounding 100% sure about this.

Ms. Stone turned towards the main camera.

"Well that's all for today's interview. Thank you so much (Y/N), once again, for coming. We're happy to have another Legend join the games." she briefly takes a glance at you.

"We'll be back with the next championship's winners real soon. Stay tuned." she finishes up, completely professional.

As the live stream ends, everyone seems to sigh at the same time. This must've been one of the worst interviews they've witnessed throughout their careers. Oops.

Note to self: don't get into weird and awkward situations next time by choosing the worst option. You really don't need to ruin your reputation before even starting in the Apex Games…

If it isn't already too late for that…

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After the whole debacle, you had to meet with your new manager. He was a kind dude, avoided the topic of your recent mess up so he doesn't embarrass you further with it.

He explained everything that needed to be known before your first game; where you'll be staying from now on, training routines, schedules, gear, sponsors, how the seasons work, etc.

You also had to sort out some more paperwork before everything became completely official. You wrote your name so many times, it was unbelievable. You're pretty sure you haven't written it this many times while you were learning to write when you were just a kid!

This whole day has been extremely tiring… By the time you got home it had been late at night and you were ready to pass out and never see the world ever again.

Your new apartment welcomed you with open arms. The bed looked oh so enticing in the bedroom, but before you could get in it to finally be sent to the dream world, you had to unpack your things.

You got the biggest walk-in closet you've ever seen, to load your clothes into. The shiniest bathroom you've been in, to set your hygiene products up in.

It really does pay to be a Legend, huh? And you haven't even had your first match as one yet!

After you finished putting everything away, you went back to the bathroom to get ready for a shower.

It's astounding how high up the apartment is, the large floor to ceiling windows give a great view of the world below. The gorgeous starry sky mixed with the beautiful lights below, made for a sight to behold.

After you finished admiring the new perspective you got thanks to your new living space, you got into the shower to wash off all the dirt and stress you've acquired today. Finishing your shower, you got out of the steam filled cabin, dried yourself off with a nice fluffy towel and got dressed in your nightwear. Before going to bed however, you didn't forget to wash your teeth.

Throughout your nightly routine, you started to feel more and more relaxed, becoming less and less aware of your surroundings. All you were focused on was finally getting to sleep.

At last, you got into bed, covered yourself in the enormous blankets that laid on the mattress beforehand.

Looking around your room, you thought about how you were going to decorate the place in the future. In its current state, it all looked very generic, something straight out of a display in a furniture store.

It didn't take long for you to enter dreamland after a couple of ideas that slowly made their way through your head.

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What you didn't notice before that, however, were the pair of seemingly floating, glowing eyes watching through your windows with clear interest…