#oooo you only do stuff to make yourself feel better

[avocado-writing]

Hey there, if you’re still doing requests for BG3... I'm terribly angry about something big and outside of my control at the moment. Could you let me know what you'd think the BG3 companions do if Tav started self destructing? Like Tav passing harsher judgments, snapping at neutral NPCs, or fighting more dangerously and recklessly with bad guys?

Oooo the angst possibilities! Fun! Going to write like you’re self destructing due to stress, and you’re picking unhealthy coping mechanisms. Here we go:

Astarion

at first probably thinks that it’s quite funny. We know he enjoys seeing a little bit of suffering.

but, the more it goes on, the more worried you can see him become.

this isn’t like you. He knows you by now. You’re… kinder than this, damn it.

he takes you to the side one day after he’s seen you be short with a friend.

“whats the matter?” “Nothing, Astarion.” “If you’re going to lie to me, darling, you’d better do a better job of it than that.”

you go to snap at him, fire on your tongue, and then something inside you breaks. You just start sobbing. Everything which has been weighing on your mind has finally become too much.

he isn’t good at comforting words, but he does hold you. Runs his hand up and down your back, and lets you know you he’s here for you whenever you’re ready to speak.

helps you centre yourself again, eventually. He loves you. He’ll do what he can to make things better.

Gale

Makes a couple of snide remarks about how you’re acting, suggesting maybe you be a bit kinder, but then he stops to reassess how you’re acting.

there’s something wrong. You’re pent up. Furious, but not with the people you talk to. They just happen to be the ones bearing the brunt of it.

he sees the injuries you nurse on yourself after battles too. You used to be a clever fighter. Now you are a reckless one.

takes you aside one night at camp and presents his findings very matter-of-factly, concluding that there must be something the matter. When he puts it so astutely, you know you have no chance of hiding from him.

tears slip down your face and he is there in an instant drying your eyes. Telling you there’s nothing to worry about. Reassuring you that “the great Gale of Waterdeep is on your side, we’ll find a way to work things out.”

he puffs his chest out, you chuckle and bury your face in the crook of his neck. Yes. You will find a way to work things out.

Wyll

When he first sees you acting out, as it were, he immediately intervenes.

he knows what it’s like to be under great levels of stress. He made his contact when he was a teenager, after all, and had to deal with all the fallout that happened consequently.

he takes you to the side, holds your hand tightly in his, gets you to look at him.

“i love you, you know that, yes? If there’s something the matter, you need only tell me.”

you begin to crack immediately. Damn this sweet man and his emotional intelligence. Why is he perfect.

you let him know you’ve been under a lot of stress lately. You agree you’re not coping with it very well. He says he’ll help you however he can, but you need to stop being so unkind to yourself.

“you matter, my love. You deserve sweetness.”

holds you close, and you just stand there for a while, together. From then on whenever something is wrong, he is the first one you go to.

Karlach

Sees you snapping at a friend, jumps in.

“whoa, whoa, whoa! Soldier, where is all this coming from?”

you snap to tell her it’s none of her business, she wouldn’t understand… but then you see the hurt in her eyes and immediately feel awful.

“Oh gods, Karlach, I’m sorry…” your voice is wobbly, cracking a bit, and she cups your face in her warm hands.

“hey, hey. it’s okay. Tell me what’s going on.”

you blurt out all your feelings to her in one, long, run-on sentence. She can’t help with a lot of the personal stuff, but she can listen, and she holds you to her chest and rocks you a little. Being engulfed by her embrace is very comforting.

”I’ve got you, babe, eh?” You know she does. For better or for worse.

Lae’zel

She sees the vicious way that you’ve been acting in battle. Strange, usually it’s her attempting to take the big hit, not you. She can take it, you can’t.

She finds you when you’re tending to your battle wounds. Sits down. Stares at you until you instigate conversation.

“what?” “You are not acting like yourself.” “Oh? And how would you know what that is?”

you’re just saying these things to be hurtful, but she’s stalwart. You’re deflecting.

She tells you she’s been enamoured with you long enough to see how you usually are. That you’re kinder, smarter. You’re lapsing into these feelings out of some sort of self-preservation, but you don’t need to.

”if there is something weighing on your mind, share it. I am here to help ease your burdens.”

you don’t love to cry in front of her but that is remarkably… sweet. It breaks you a bit.

You promise to stop being so foolhardy, especially in battle. She says that must be for the best, lest you get rended in half.

“Hey!” but she’s smiling. Your heart swells as you realise she’s trying to make you laugh.

Shadowheart

Lets you get quite far down the burrow of self-destruction before she does anything.

once again, she’s loyal to the lady of loss. Nothing you’re doing is exactly alarming to her.

but it does get worse and worse… she sees you snapping at friends, being harsher to passers-by, and she’s constantly having to patch you up after battle due to your wounds.

eventually one day you snap at her, and that’s her limit.

“I know something’s causing you stress but it isn’t me. I’m trying to help. So you can either pull your head out of your arse or I’m leaving this tent.”

the two of you have a little squabble, but it quickly becomes obvious your heart isn’t in it. Your anger turns to sadness. You collapse in tears and she pulls you to her without a second thought, holding you close.

despite her sharran devotion, she starts whispering how things can get better, how they will change. How the first step is letting people in.

her hand wound throbs as she comforts you. But in this moment she knows she’d pick you every time.

things are easier from then on, knowing she is with you.

[onyourfifi]

childish | lee taeyong

▣ | pairing : classmate!taeyong x reader

▣ | genre : fluff, confession with lego flowers + building something with you

▣ | word count : 860

you've loved lego ever since you were a kid. you remember getting your first lego set, it was one of those lego friends sets. you loved the idea of being able to create anything with the little blocks. to this day, you find yourself buying a small set and building in your free time.

during class, taeyong overheard you and your friends talking about the lego sets you wanted to buy. just like you, he liked building legos.

"have you guys seen all the lego botanical sets? they're so prettyy" your friend asks.

"oh my god yes, those lego flowers are wayy better than real ones. they can last forever" you say excitedly.

lego flowers huh? taeyong thought. he's been thinking about asking you out for a while now. after seeing your beautiful smile and the way you talk to your friends so happily, how could he not like you. after learning about how much you like lego, just like him, he thought it was the perfect way you guys could go out together.

after class, he goes out to the lego store to buy you the lego flower bouquet you talked about. as he looks around, you enter the store and walk in his direction. he catches a glimpse of you in the corner of his eye and can't help but stare. you're in such a casual outfit, sweatpants and a hoodie, yet you still looked so beautiful to him.

you catch him staring at you, "oh hi taeyong! didn't think i would see you here"

"oh hey, yeah just looking around. what are you doing here?"

"oh i just came to buy another set to build. i go through them so quickly, my wallet hurts" you both laugh. you look at the shelves that taeyong was around, "the lego botanical sets huh? i never saw you as someone who would like those."

"oh no, it's not for me" please don't ask who it's for.

"oooo is it for someone speciallll?" you tease.

"n-no nothing like that" he stutters, you caught him off guard.

you giggle, "well, i would recommend the cherry blossom set, they’re new and they're so pretty, they're on my list to buy"

"oh okay, thank you."

"of course! you can talk to me about lego anytime, it's my whole personality"

taeyong goes home with the cherry blossom lego flowers and another set for you two to build together, the bonsai tree set. as he builds the flowers, he remembers how relaxing it is to build these sets. he liked seeing the progress and how it slowly turns into the final product. his mind then wandered to you. he can imagine the both of you building the set together, listening to music, laughing, getting to know each other, and just being able to do something you both love, together.

he comes to class the next day with the flowers and lego set tucked in his bag. he wrapped the flowers as if they were real with paper and some white mesh. he planned to catch you after class and finally ask you out.

the bell goes for lunch and as you walk out of the class you hear your name being called.

"y/n! can i talk to you for a second?"

"hey taeyong! of course, what's up?"

"so, i know how much you like lego sets and stuff, and, gosh i don't know how to say this..."

he pulls out the lego flowers from his bag and holds them in front of you. you could feel a smile grow on your face as he explains to you how long you've been on his mind for.

"honestly, your love for legos made me fall in love with you even more. you get so excited over all the new sets and you get so passionate. not only that, but lego brings out my inner child and i feel like i could be so free and childish with you."

you could feel your cheeks warm, and your smile has never been brighter.

"gosh taeyong... this makes me so happy, you have no idea. i've been building sets with my friends, but there’s something so different when you build something with someone you love. the connection and atmosphere are so much more different. i would love to experience that with you.”

taeyong’s heart was beating so fast. you wanted to experience the same moment with him, that same connection he wanted.

“oh right, about that,” he pulls out the bonsai tree set, you gasp, “i also got this that I was thinking we could do together?”

“i would love to do that with you.”

later that week, he came to your house to build the set. you showed him all the sets you have and where you usually build them, though the two of you opted for the floor. just like taeyong imagined, you two were laughing and talking to each other comfortably. you finally had someone who you could be a kid with again. you felt freer and more loved than ever.

“thank you taeyong for asking me out like this, you did it so perfectly.”

“you’re welcome love.”

a/n: lowkey hoping someone brings me lego flowers one day. D:

[zenlesszonezero]

[mylittlesecrethaven]

I'm Making Fluff Headcannons Cause I'm Sad: Heartslaybyul

Let's do this :3

(This is gonna be multipart because otherwise it would take too long.)

Riddle:

Baby boi

The most adorable when he's not angry

But he's not the best with comforting or being super lovey-dovey

So if you're a touchy person who loves contact, it's not gonna go well, sorry

But he'll warm up eventually

Just start slow please

But he is the freaking best with acts of kindness

Having trouble with school work?

Now there's detailed notes on your bed

Overworking yourself?

Suddenly, Ace and Deuce are helping without telling you why

Also, the best teacher for croquet

Super patient with you (and you only)

And yes, he'll still be strict on the rules with you

But he won't collar you (immedietely)

And he won't yell (as much, at least)

He tries his best with you

But he's still too nervous to say he loves you back

Just give him time

(Also, would def fight his mom if she said anything bad about you. He's a momma's boi, but he will do a lot for you)

Trey:

Trust me, you're never gonna get a scolding from the dentist again

Not even joking

And if you didn't have a sweet tooth before, you do now

But also, if you really don't like sweets, he'd compromise for you

He'll make whatever sweets you like

Also always there for you in whatever trouble you have

Dealing with Grim will be a double duty thing though

Even he can only take so much of the little devil cat

A lot better with physical contact, but not big on pda

You can initiate it in public, but he'll only do it when nobody's around

Wanna learn to bake?

He got you, no worries

Is Riddle mad at you?

Trey can so easily calm him down

Ace and Deuce messing with you?

Dealt with (in a vice-housewarden way, not an illegal way)

Kindest, most patient understanding mans ever

Cater:

Pda

Straight up, pda

(Unless you're uncomy with it. He can keep his distance if you prefer)

But social media is a big factor now

Even if you're not a fan, he'll beg and puppy-dog eye you until you give in

If you're real insistent, though, he won't post it

He'll just keep it on his phone

He'll try to help with schoolwork

But he's not as good as Riddle or Trey would be

Much better with more practical stuff

If you're anti-social, no prob!

He'll keep the spotlight off you and on himself

And if you do like to be seen?

He can draw a crowd for you if that's what you want!

And he swoons every time you ask for a pic with him

Mans is over the moon for you

Ace:

Tease

Absolutely teases the heck out of you

And loves it if you tease him back

But if you can't take the teasing (or you're just not in the mood), he can lay off

But just know, he's directing his teasing to Deuce if he can't tease you

Not the best with helping out with.... well.... anything

But he tries!

Need help with Grim?

He can help! (He does try, at least. Give him credit for that)

He's not easy to embarrass with pda, even though he's not real big on it

But oooo boy if you kiss him in front of anybody, he becomes more red than angry Riddle

Boi will stutter and just get more and more flustered

Great Sevens forbid you get a picture of him flustered

You could hold that over his head forever

But like I said, he loves being teased

Super great at comforting tho

You feel sad?

He'll lend his shoulder

(He ain't the best with comforting words tho, so don't expect any)

Great at making you laugh

Deuce:

Don't tease him

You'll break him

Praise him and he's like a little puppy

He'll do the same to you

Any small achievement and he's complimenting you like you've just got a 100 in Crewel's class

Not the best with schoolwork, but loves it when you help him

He will, most definitely, carry you everywhere he can

Bridal style, piggyback, you name the way, he'll do it

(Ask him for fireman carry, he'll get so flustered, but he'd never say no to you)

(Unless it's dangerous, in which case he puts his foot down)

He loves running around with you

And if you're athletic?

He loves loves loves racing with you

And if you can ride a Blastcycle?

Y'all can ride together!

And if you can't?

He can teach you! (Or you can simply ride while he drives)

Overall, very puppy boi

No pda or he will shut down

Kisses do that to him anyway even if you're not in public

I hope these are ok. It's my first time doing this, so lemme know if it's bad or not.

:3

[rainmustfallts4]

Project Pisces ◇ Bustos G1, Part 4

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I wonder what this says… I’ve never been able to read this kind of graffiti before. Like, I know this is simlish but in real life, using actual words, I still can’t tell what it says lmao it does look cool, though.

Uh-oh, someone is angery~ I bet it’s because of the lactose intolerance that’s got him all angry.

“Whatcha doing, mom?”

“I’m painting, sweetie.”

“How come? Is it fun?”

“For me, it is. It’s very… freeing.”

“It’s really pretty!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Oooo Bruce tried hacking for the first time, just to see if he could do it and get away with it.

Only… Father Winter was there to catch him!

“Hacking is a very naughty thing to do, Mr. Bruce.”

Bruce frowned. “Am I getting coal for this?”

“No, my boy, not this year. You’ve been very helpful toward your mother and siblings. However, a life of crime is a dangerous road. Once you set down that path, you may not be able to return!”

Those words hit Bruce harder than he expected. He decided he wouldn’t hack anymore, focusing his talents on making plugins and games.

“Here you go, my boy. Happy Winterfest!”

“Thank you, Father!”

“Father Winter! Father Winter!” Bryanna ran into the room, hopping up and down.

The older man laughed heartily. “Happy Winterfest, my child! Here you are.”

“A new dollhouse! Thank you so much!”

“And for you, Mr. Gary.”

“Thanks, Father!”

“And don’t think I forgot about you, Miss Veronica. Here you are.”

Veronica honestly hadn’t expected a gift this year because she felt as if she hadn’t been doing a good job since losing her husband. This certainly lifted her spirits and Father Winter knew it.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, my dear. You are a wonderful mother and you are doing the very best you can.”

For the first time since her husband died, her heart fluttered inside her chest. “T-Thank you…”

Being near him was comforting and, despite being the Father of Winter, his presence was warm. She didn’t want him to leave.

“Father Winter, will you… stargaze with me?”

“Why, of course! I do so love to stargaze, especially in Winter.”

Sadly, he had to leave soon after, off to give presents to other boys and girls.

She was feeling better than she had in a long while so she headed to her easel, painting something that she actually felt proud of!

His visit also inspired Bryanna to be a better student. She was happy to learn that her grades were improving and her hard work was paying off!

She also drew this cute lil picture at school. Honestly, her art is better than mine lmao I like to think this is her being excited about the new house.

When things would break before the move, her husband would always be the one to fix it. Or, if he was away at work, he would instruct her to hire someone to fix it. Now that he’s not around anymore, she wants to learn how to fix stuff herself!

[sol-draws-sometimes]

20-24 inclusive and 44

Oooo hello Anon, you're a nosy-nelly, but that's fine cause I love to talk! Tho strap in cause this is gonna be a long one! Questions can be found here!

20: What I hate most about myself

Oof starting off on a downer. I'd say it's my passiveness. Which some may say is weird cause a lot of people would describe me as passionate and on the outside I do appear very organized. But I just have so many things I want to do, that I just don't. Like, I want to learn to sew, compose music, archery, read books, play video games, watch certain shows or movies, etc, but I just... don't. Yah part of it is that there's so much I want to do it's hard to pick one. And yeah I have ADHD, aka the "I can't do shit disorder," where executive dysfunction is my worse symptom. But even if I didn't have ADHD, I still feel like I'd be like this. Also, it's not just hobbies. I had flying ants in my room, and I told my parents about it, but then I stopped pushing them about it and I just sucked it up for serval months. Or I end up going to Community College because I put off applications until the last second, and I am currently really behind on transferring applications for my BA. Or I'm not as informed politically as I'd like to be because it's stressful to me, but then I'm not acting according to my beliefs which is also stressful. That's not to say I have no initiative. I taught myself cursive and how to touch type in middle school. I started posting my art on the internet, all of my art has been self-taught. I took my mental health into my own hands and hyper-fixated on mental health for years so that I could be in a better place. It's not good to be dwelling on the parts you hate about yourself, but I do genuinely believe it's trait about myself that I want to work on.

21: What I love most about myself

Okay, something more positive! Uh, people tend to say I'm a very bright person, or that I make their day and I'm glad I make people feel comfortable around me!

22: What I want to be when I get older

Okay here's the problem, I want to do everything yet I don't know exactly what I want to be(I'm literally only 19), but I do know the average person has multiple jobs/careers in their lifetime(rn google is saying 12), so here are a couple I know I want to do!

Teacher: I've always wanted to be a teacher since I was a kid, and while many people assume I want to be a music teacher, I'd honestly love to do any subject. Preferably STEM or History, tho being a music teacher would genuinely be fun I'd love to conduct a choir. I think rn I'm more interested in learning about the world than learning about pedagogy, but definitely a job I plan to have at some point in the future

Museum worker: My twin asked me if I'd ever considered working at a museum last year, and I'd never had but honestly it sounds like a perfect job for me! I love history and science, I could still teach people, and I love going to museums. Also, the behind-the-scenes research or archiving sounds very up my alley!

Archivist: Kinda related to the previous one since you can be an archivist at a museum, but idk it sounds like the type of work that my brain would vibe with. Organizing and researching stuff. Also, it's pretty cool to be able to work with primary sources of stuff, like that's so cool! And I get to preserve information so that down the line people aren't crying about how little information there is about [insert topic]. (also haha yah, yah I like tma, hardy har, shhhh, that isn't even one of the reasons, just a coincidence)

Scientist: Pretty vague term cause idk in what field but I know I've always liked science! For a frame of reference, I would probably doing some stem major if I wasn't a musician. I had finished my science course my second year of high school, I didn't have any science classes for two years. Then at the end of senior year, I listened to Stella Firma and there in b/w sections where they had a scientist fact check the show was so interesting and made me remember I liked science and it's actually super cool! I'm hoping that next year once I transfer, I'll be able to take steps to at the very least minor in Physics and start doing some STEM stuff. Tho tbh I'm just choosing physics cause I'm good at math and astrophysics/cosmology sounds very cool to me. But finding @a-dinosaur-a-day on Tumblr made me remember my dino phase in middle school! I'm less interested in learning about individual dinosaurs and more on the big-picture evolutionary side of things, but the schools I want to transfer to don't have geology majors and I prefer physics over bio. Also, paleontology is a neat combination of history and science! Tbh, I'm still figuring out what I want to do science-wise, but I know it's something that I'd find interesting as a job!

Choir/Band/Singer/Theater: I'm a singer but I don't want it to be my main job, job, since I'm never wanted to be a super famous, but I do like singing and I'm good at it, so I could always make money on the side. Also I've also preferred singing in choir than solo rep, so if I joined a travling choir or band with an emphasis on harmony(like abba for ex), I think that would be really fun as a job for a while. As far as solo singing, I prefer musical theater so I can see myself doing that for a bit(even if it is ensemble since I like that kind of thing), and who knows, I am intrested in writing some solo music, but I haven't really done that

Composer: I want to learn how to compose music but I haven't. Oddly enough, I am more interested in composing instrumental stuff than songwriter music, tho I do want to do that. Or compose musicals, especially one in Spanish, that would be so cool. Tho I'd probably have to work with a lyricist. Even if it's not my main job, I'd love to do it on the side

Sound Design: Now this one you can blame on tma. I listened to the Q&As where they talk about Sound Design, it's absolutely fascinating to me, plus, if I learn how to compose, both could work pretty good together!

Art: Idk if I want to be an artist for a job, but once I'm good enough at drawing, I'd love to do commissions, or if I learn how to animate, working on an indie animation project would be such a cool thing! Or do a comic! I'd love to do a comic, doesn't even have to be my story! Years down the line, after graduating, I want to go back to school and get some degree in art! Doesn't need to be from an expensive school, probably will be from some local college near me at the time. Not that you need one to be a professional, but I find I learn best in a school setting and it's something I'd love to do to improve my art!

Can't believe Rusty Quill has inspired two possible job careers I-

23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

Oldest to youngest! My older brother didn't grow up with me but we visted his house alot! Tbh, I'm closer to my niece than I am him. He's got some beliefs/politics I don't agree with and he can be intense sometimes, but generally I have a good relationship with him. I don't talk to him much tho. And he's homophobic, so yah, don't plan to be too close to him anyway. Next should be my other brother but he died when I was 4, and he was in Cuba so I have no memories of him, so neutral I guess. Things were pretty rocky with my older sister growing up but we're pretty good now! She's like the one "adult figure"(I'm an adult but you know what I mean) in my life that I feel the most comfortable around. Then my twin is the person I'm the closest to. Yah we bicker and stuff, and we do things that the other doesn't like, but overall I'm the most comfortable around her. I also feel like she's the person who understands me the most, I genuinely don't know how I would've been in middle school if my twin didn't exist. Idk if anyone remembers the scene in the season 3 final of Bright Sessions, but you know when Mark goes to Adam's room and they sit and silence and Mark is like"I know we both know what we're feeling but we should still talk about what happened" I feel like that's kinda my twin and I. Anyways, I love my sisters very much!

24: My relationship with my parent(s)

Kinda rocky and I don't want to get into it too much but they're immigrant parents™. However, for literal boomers, they're actually pretty good. I'd say they're good parents but there's alot about them that frustrates me. Also living with them makes problems exacerbated. They're trying their best to understand me, but they don't and I don't feel comfortable talking to them about my problems with them. I'm also not out to them, so there's always a part of me they're not really seeing. But when it matters they're there. And they've been pretty supportive of me being in the arts. My dad was also pretty present in my life, which sucks that I have to specify, but I do.

44: A random fact about anything

There are two versions of the Latino dub of Sleeping Beauty and people fight about I think. I grew up with the 2001 ver but people prefer the original 1959 dubbing. My preliminary stance on this without having seen the full 1959 dub and only some clips is that the Queen's acting is better in 1959, but the songs are bettered dubbed in the 2001 version(suck it up nostalgia is winning)

Okay, that was a lot! BUT, there are more questions so ask away!

[commanderfloppy]

HI FOR THE SHIP ASK id like to know!!

pre relationship 2 and 7 for laurence and faren >:)

love 2, 8 and 9 for tori and tybalt

Oooo you are treating me with so many OwO

2. What was their first impression of each other?

While they definitely met here and there in passing as little kids (noble family connections things), I think their first real interactions would’ve been around the ages of 10-12 when Laurence was forced to go to a big party right after his mother and brother disappeared. 

Faren’s impression was ‘Oh NO! I see a beautiful girl who’s all alone at this party and looks incredibly forlorn! I Must remedy that!!”

And Laurence's was: ‘Why is this guy talking to me? He’s trying so hard he’s weird.. He is the only one not gossiping about my mother though…that’s nice.”

Bonus! Faren’s first impression of Laurence’s alter-ego ‘Marquess Papillion’: “Who is this dashing magician? How DARE he take all the attention of Fair Maidens and lads who I am trying to woo!”

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

I feel like Faren’s life would be pretty unchanged, though I do think meeting Laurence later (while he’s doing all that humanitarian work with the group™(I need to give their asses a name)) maybe increased his desire to help others and do similar things. 

Laurence’s life might’ve been a little, maybe not changed but delayed? I feel like his interactions with Faren helped him feel more reassured in himself and determined to not be some pawn to his father. Without those interactions he probably wouldn’t have gone against his father/gotten disowned as soon, who knows maybe it would’ve been delayed until evidence was found about his father later (by Tori and Logan) and he only would’ve gone against him when it was clear he had help (as a witness or assisting in finding information). 

Also I have a feeling that his deeper and ‘romantic’ interactions with Faren as both a girl and a guy really did solidify his realization of ‘oh I am definitely not a girl.’

Putting the tori and tyb ones under the cut bc this stuff got long

2. What are their primary love languages?

Tori is an acts of service kind of person, you do stuff for them you care about him, he really feels it. And when he loves you he will also show that by doing things for you (both big and small).

Tybalt is probably words of affirmation, at least a bit. I mean look at this poor man his self-esteem is in shambles, he is definitely not used to getting compliments or being reassured in himself at all. (I mean he literally has that one line ‘And because I'm not used to it’ (in relation to flattery)

8. Who’s better at comforting the other?

I think they’re both pretty good at comforting each other, but Tybalt does probably win this one. 

Especially back when Tori was still getting used to the whole uhh..missing limbs thing. Whenever Tori would have sleepless nights, getting aches and phantom limb pains, he would always curl her up in a big fuzzy embrace which always made her feel better. (even before they got together)

9. Who’s more protective?

Tori, 100%.  

I mean you have to be in order to fling yourself head first into danger to save someone. Tori very much always has Tybalts back, and he has hers too but there is a place where they really differ. 

When someone is mean to Tori they’re usually just like ‘haha yeah,’ Tybalt gets upset but he’s more focused on trying to keep any conflict from happening (Because if Tori can’t get past it with being a silly little guy he will get mean and maybe violent back). 

When someone is mean to Tybalt, Tori is ready to throw hands. Tybalt will try to stop them, be like ‘It’s ok I’m used to it’ but that just makes them more angry. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO MY MAN, SO WHAT IF HE DOESN’T MEET YOUR STUPID STANDARDS! SHUT THE FUCK UP! 

It also doesn't help that Tybalt tends to get a bit of flack from multiple angles and their relationship also adds to the fire. (Racist)Humans will be uncomfortable with him being a charr, a lot of charr will be mad at him for being a ‘gladium’ or ‘soft’. When Tori and him are together it gets a lot of bad looks. It’s not that bad when they’re places like Lion’s Arch, where the city is very diverse, but when they’re places like Divinity’s Reach, the Citadel, or gods forbid Ebonhawke, it can get pretty rough. 

Anyways this got very long but to sum it up, Tori will destroy anyone who is mean to his special little man.

[zenlesszonezero]

[teecupangel]

Tags from @fallenaj-2475

#Ohhhhh#that would be so hard #and if Elijah is there #he would slowly watch Desmond devolve into madness as he starts bleeding #but imagine the bleeds caring for Elijah tho #that would be so cute!! #Each one of them would prolly love that kid #alternatively #Elijah is one of the few people who can pull Desmond out of the bleeds quickly they don't have their kids quite yet #maybe not bleeds of Altair cause Desmond if descended from Sef instead of Darim #but the other two I could see that

I like the idea that Elijah would be the trigger to take Desmond out of his episodes. Even with Altaïr’s Bleed because Darim and Sef were only 2 years apart so Elijah would be old enough not to be mistaken as Darim.

From @thedragonqueen1998

Oooo, Minerva you manipulative bitch. Though, with the whole Sage thing, maybe Elijah can make it so the Eye won't kill his dad? Oh, i can just imagine, pre Kidnapping!Desmond holding Elijah, as he struggles with Aisas memories, murming into his hear that he is stronger than the thing in his head and he will always be his son.

I feel like for that to work, Elijah has to create something that will change the device. Maybe he could start it when they’re in the Grand Temple already, using stuff lying around the Grand Temple that was supposed to be just rubble and such. That risks the chance of Juno realizing what’s he’s doing though.

From @ijustwantapbj

If you did have Desmond sacrifice himself, would Shaun and Rebecca take care of Elijah? Would that have him work with the assassin's later, or would he resent them? I feel like you could go so many ways with this

Maybe not at first but he wouldn’t exactly be close to them, especially if William Miles swoops in and try to take him in. He’d probably try to ‘do better’ this time around but he would still train Elijah with the whole “you need to learn how to defend yourself” reasoning behind him. When Elijah’s a teenager, he’d start to resent them and go rogue to find a way to resurrect his father using Abstergo’s Project Phoenix.

From @hard-times-paramore

I'M SOBBING

Then I have done well XD

From @shepardking

Another thing Desmond would have to think about is if he wants his son to live in a world without him AND deal with William FUCKING Miles

Nothing will stop Desmond faster than reminding him of his own childhood (even if a part of him thinks William Miles will do better this time around, a bigger part of him would doubt the entire thing)

What if Desmond was trans, and was the one who got pregnant with Elijah?

He would fight tooth and nail to leave Abstergo as soon as possible, that’s for sure.

Elijah would have already been 7 by that point and Desmond would be worried if Abstergo got him hidden elsewhere or if he’s still with the kind old lady who takes care of him when Desmond was at work.

If Abstergo didn’t know about Elijah, they soon will once the old lady start asking around to why Desmond hasn’t returned home.

He would also not cooperate with the Assassins unless they can reunite him with his son and that would cause friction between him and the others.

To Desmond, his son is his top priority and he’s not going to compromise about being with his son. He doesn’t trust anyone enough to simply believe them when they say his son is ‘safe’.

This also means that in the case of the whole ‘die to save the world’ situation, Minerva has an ace in the hole to stop Desmond from sacrificing himself.

“Are you willing to leave your son behind when you die?”

It’s no longer a matter of ‘the world versus my life”, it’s a matter of “do I truly believe that my son will be safe and alright if I sacrifice myself?”

[lets-talk-spirituality]

HI, Hope you're doing good. I just came across your blog yesterday and I loved it, a lot 💖 I am here for the spirits messages for me. My initials are SN, my sun sign is Gemini ♊️ and my question is... I want to take a big leap in my career to become a singer/dancer. I am a little bit nervous as should I pursue this passion of mine or not... Should I start honining my skills now or should I not pursue this career 🤔

Thank you once again for doing this 🙏

Have a good day 😊

Thank you once again

Hello sweet Gemini baby :) Hope you had a nice birthday recently. I’m a Gem too.

♊️👯‍♀️♊️👯‍♀️♊️👯‍♀️♊️👯‍♀️♊️👯‍♀️♊️👯‍♀️♊️👯‍♀️♊️👯‍♀️♊️

I’m struggling to express what I’m trying to say and I’m wondering if you struggle with self expression as well, not through arts but through general communication. Saying your needs and your thoughts or if you struggle to speak up because you’re concerned about how other people may react. Normally I can type out stuff easily but it’s like finding the words was hard for this. Basically I’ve been trying to write out that I think you can love singing and dance and work on those skills, put energy into it, but it doesn’t also have to be your career. In fact, I wonder if making it the thing you rely on for money would actually make you like it less.

Spirit, anything else you want to communicate through me?

You sing and dance to maintain and elevate your vibration, that’s why you enjoy them, it puts you into a flow state with the universe. You should always pursue that which makes you feel happier, lighter and more at peace. Is this how you feel from these things? Is the way you’re pursuing them now a way that makes you happy or does it feel stressful? Most importantly, the things you love should contribute to your overall joy and allow you to play more. If turning this into a career will dampen the joy you feel, maybe it’s better to protect your love for it and keep it away from the rigors of what it means for it to be a career. That doesn’t mean don’t share your art, it means be intentional with how and who you share it with and how you go about expressing yourself. It’s a beautiful and powerful gift to be creative and to bring into material form various frequencies we experience. When you pursue from a place of love and joy, you beget more joy. If you pursue these things from a place of needing something like money or success or acclaim it will poison your love for the activity. That’s what we mean by protect what you love.

Card Pull

Work Your Light Oracle

As I’m shuffling the cards I’m getting this message of take the leap, take the risk in pursuing what you love. Pursuing love can only lead to more wisdom. Whether or not it can sustain your financial requirements shouldn’t stop you from pursuing it, but it’s important not to let the financial part of it dampen your love.

Star Mother— how can you mother yourself?

This card just flew right out, smoothly. You must be a graceful dancer. Oooo immediately I’m wondering if maybe your mother isn’t encouraging of your dreams or she is pushing you to be more practical? Is there pain with your mother around these passions. I’m also feeling that maybe some element of your mother daughter relationship could be good inspiration for your creative pursuits and may be a cool way to heal and work through any issues around your relationship to your mother. I’m also feeling this card is saying that you need to take on certain things for yourself now, like you can’t expect your mother to still be doing certain things. I’m getting this mostly around like emotions, like you’re in charge of regulating your emotions and in charge of your own schedule. So I’m feeling this is also saying mother yourself in that way.

I hope this helps clear some stuff up! It’s really important that you don’t conflate passion and love for an activity with doing that thing for a living. They are two different things and sometimes you can do what you love for a living but it comes with sacrifices, which may be your love of the activity. Would love to know how this connects.

[trauma-bunnies]

Diiiiiiiiiizzy

[scream-at-a-whisper]

Oooo tag!

Do you make your bed?

No lmao I'm not organized enough for that lmao. I tend to also work a lot on my bed, so it doesn't really make sense for me to do that.

What's your favorite number?

4! It's a nice perfect square, the first non-prime number, sounds like death in chinese, etc. It's also just an all around nice number.

What is your job?

I am still a high schooler. I'm studying to become a medical researcher, though I may also become a paramedic. Idk, something in medicine for sure.

If you could go back to school, would you?

Probably not. As much as I love learning, I hate grades.

Can you parallel park?

Can't drive yet. I don't think I should be allowed to, with how clumsy I am.

A job you had that would surprise people?

I used to sell onions? I don't think anyone would believe that I could grow something.

Do you think aliens are real?

Probably somewhere. I don't think we'll see 'em in my lifetime at the least. But they've got to be out there somewhere, yeah?

Can you drive a manual car?

I can't drive. At all. Idk I can play racing games, does that count?

What's your guilty pleasure?

Ok so this is a bit weird. But. I really like eating plain condiments. Like I'll just drink straight mustard and I only recently found out this was weird. So. Unfollow if you'd like idk.

Tattoos?

I'd like to get a geometric tattoo, probably a diamond cause I like fours.

Favorite Color?

GREEN I LOVE GREEN!! Especially a nice forest green, or a bright neon green, or even a pastel green...

Favorite type of music?

Well I like a lot of different types of music. Much like OP, I like more rock-style, but I also really like more traditional indie and twee. I've started getting more into rap recently too.

Do you like puzzles?

Ehhhhhh... I like finishing puzzles but I don't know how much I like solving them.

Any phobias?

Bees. Bees freak me the fuck out. I can't go near bees, wasps, hornets, anything that's yellow and buzz-y. I recognize their place in the ecosystem but you won't see me petting them or anything.

Favorite childhood sport?

Swimming! I fucking love swimming oh my god. I should swim again some time...

Do you talk to yourself?

Not really. I feel really self-conscious about doing stuff like that, even when I'm alone.

What movie(s) do you adore?

SO MANY. I guess the most recent one that I've been obsessed with is Knives Out, cause it's just SO INCREDIBELY WELL DONE. Like every single detail is fucking outstanding. Great movie, would recommend. Also Everything Everywhere All At Once got my asian ass ngl.

Coffee or tea?

I like coffee better, but I love both dearly.

First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

A firefighter, Don't know why, cause I'm a weak-ass twig right now.

uhhhhh open tags cause. I'm too lazy to actually tag.

Ask Meme

I was tagged by @rosencrantzsguildenstern for this ask meme, so why not!

Do you make your bed?

Uhhhh well. Sort of. I definitely make it any time I expect I'm going to have company, but on a weekday when I'm the only one in my dorm room? Nah. I didn't make it when I had a roommate either unless I thought she was going to have company (but she never warned me in advance for that so LMAO)

What's your favorite number?

I'm a lucky 7 kind of gal, but I also really jive with 36 and 81. My factors of 9 <3 <3 <3 If I have to pick one, it's always going to be 7 though

What is your job?

Right now, I work for the US Department of Agriculture! I've worked some other random jobs though, such as a waitress at a high-end retirement home and an assistant at a local hospital

If you could go back to school, would you?

Yes. Absolutely. I would reduce how many classes I take (because haha I am at 22 credit hours right now :')) but I love learning! I don't love all the pomp and circumstance of academia, but I've considered becoming a teacher several times as a career option and I actually have taught in a professional setting before. School's a love of mine that even all the stresses I've put myself through hasn't fully been killed

Can you parallel park?

Yep! My city almost never requires it because it's a newer one and street parking is only really used in our tiny downtown or in neighborhoods, but I can do it!

A job you had that would surprise people?

Uhhhh I think my current job is that, LOL! But even then, once I explain the details of my job, people seem to think it fits me pretty well :)

Do you think aliens are real?

I think that somewhere in space, there's something that could be considered life, but we can't agree if viruses are living, so I doubt that whatever could be "life" in another part of space would fit our current definitions! Evolution is already fucked enough as is, so accidentally going down any path that resembles what happened on Earth feels pretty unlikely to me

Can you drive a manual car?

Yes! I practiced with my grandpa's old car, though I also stalled a few times LOL so I'm not GOOD, but I can do it! With more practice I think I would be fine

What's your guilty pleasure?

I'm not really sure? I'm not really guilty about any of my pleasures because they're all pretty vanilla? In my household it's definitely mayo though. No one in my household likes mayo and I usually have to deal with Bullying of the highest degree if I want to use it when I'm eating with my sister and parents

Tattoos?

Nope! And I don't want to get them either. I have an irrational thing of permanently adding things to my body to the point where I had a surgery to remove a part of my flesh instead of having a tiny metal rod inserted in me. Tattoos are filed under the same "body modification" ick mentally

Favorite Color?

A soft lilac! I also really like the darker, desaturated greens, but purple is my eternal love

Favorite type of music?

Things that lean more into the rock side of things! I like harsher sounds, faster tempos, that sort of thing, but also my music taste is literally all over the place. It really really REALLY is a case-by-case basis but if I had to say anything, most Paramore songs are ones I love

Do you like puzzles?

It depends on the puzzle! I like logic and math puzzles, and mysteries are fun as well, but a jigsaw is something I'll only really do if I'm with friends or exceedingly bored

Any phobias?

Well, there's that body modification one I mentioned earlier! I also have an irrational fear of beetles and an even more irrational fear of specifically dropping a kitchen knife into my foot! Yowch!

Favorite childhood sport?

I didn't really play sports as a kid, but if I had to pick one, probably swimming? My current favorite sport is definitely dancing, though (folk and ballroom!)

Do you talk to yourself?

Yep! I use both the singular and plural first person pronouns "I" and "We" when I talk to myself. Generally, I use "I" when I'm more passively thinking, and "We" when I'm being metacognizant.

What movie(s) do you adore?

Back to the Future (1985) by Robert Zemekis my BELOVED!!!! I cannot recommend it enough, and I made a quote from it my senior quote in high school. I also really love The Sixth Sense (1999) and Tangled (2010)

Coffee or tea?

Tea, as I have yet to ever drink coffee! But when I drink my tea, I like it unsweetened and iced

First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

First thing I remember was, ironically, a teacher! Some things don't change <3

I'm gonna tag @riinsanity @0mega-x @koi0boi @always-a-joyful-note and @yukimomodivorce but anyone can join in!

[zenlesszonezero]

[dancer24]

my hero

hi! i don't usually write much but this idea popped into my head the other day and i couldn't get it out until i wrote this so hope u enjoy! :) (this was written with tom's peter in mind but can be read for any)

parings: peter parker x reader (use of y/n)

warnings: a little cursing, tiny bit of SA description, and slight description of injury

word count: 1.9k

summary: you and peter had been friends forever and you always walked home together from school. one day he has somewhere else he has to be, but nothing can go wrong, right?

comments/likes/reblogs are greatly appreciated :)))

...

you and peter always walked home from school together. he would always walk you to your apartment and then he'd head home. he was sweet that way.

today however, he had told you that he had do something for the 'stark internship', meaning he had to go help tony out with something. 

peter came up to you in the hallway before 1st period to relay the news; "hey y/n! i'm sorry but i can't walk you home today, i gotta do something for the internship right after school. you'll be okay though right? promise me you'll be safe?" 

"pete you know i'm always safe, and don't worry about me when you have tony stark calling you for help" you laughed. "but you'll call me if anything happens right?" he says worriedly. "of course peter you know i will. but seriously i'm fine i can handle myself, im a big girl" you said and winked at him.

peter blushed and responded, "ok ok fine, you’re right. i wonder what tony needs me for today, do you think it's a mission? or maybe just some lab stuff? oooo i wonder if it's something with all the other avengers, that would be so cool!”. you stopped him before he could ramble any more, "pete i have a math test that i really can't be late to right now so i gotta go, see you at lunch!" you say as you turn to leave.

"ok bye y/n/n! good luck!" he yells after you.

...

school was finally over, and your math test had gone well (you hoped) and you started your walk home. you took out your phone to text peter that you were on your way to your apartment, then put it back into your pocket and continued on your way.

you were about 10 minutes away from your building when you felt someone following you. you thought you were paranoid at first and told yourself it was nothing and to ignore the uneasy feeling that came over you. however, after a few seconds you turned to look over your shoulder and sure enough, there was a tall man following you about 20 feet behind. you tried not to freak out to not make him aware that you'd seen him, so you slightly increased your pace just enough so he wouldn't notice, but he did. he started to pick up his pace too, so you went even faster to try to get away from him. 

at this point you were almost sprinting, but he was so much taller that he quickly reached you once you'd begun to run. he grabbed you by the backpack and yanked you back into the nearest alley. he pulled off your bag and threw it to the side and grabbed your arm to try and pin you against the wall. you squirmed in his grip and tried to break free, which only made him angry and you felt him pull something out of his pocket. 

he turns you around and pushes your back against the wall, and you come face to face with a large, sharp knife. your eyes widen as you stare in shock at the blade and the man smirks down at you. you try to scream for help, to get away before he can hurt you, "HELP, SOMEONE PLEASE! PETER HE-" the man slaps a big hand over your mouth and glares at you. "we can't have any screaming from you now can we little lady, we don't want anybody hearin ya" he sneers. you struggle against his grip as he stares down at you, "if i take my hand away there better be no screaming from you unless you want to get hurt okay?" he says as you slightly nod your head.

he lets go of you mouth and pushes you by your chest, back into the wall and he puts the knife up to your throat. "if you try to push me or scream or do anything that i don’t like, i will kill you, understand?" he asks with an evil smile. "yes" you say shakily, afraid you'll upset him, "good" he replies, "you're a pretty one, aren't you?" he rasps. you feel a hand start to touch you and pull at the waistband of your pants, but you’re too frozen in fear to move at all. 

you mentally brace yourself for what's to come as you squeeze your eyes shut, but nothing happens. you open your eyes to see spiderman punching the man who's now on the ground and you watch as he gets back up to fight. the man dashes over to you and pulls you in front of him and puts the knife back to your throat, "if you come near me i'll kill her!" he shouts at the masked hero. you try to pull yourself out of his grasp but his fingers are digging into your shoulder and you can't get away. spiderman puts his hands up in surrender and says, "okay okay fine, just let go of the girl and i won't touch you". he tightens his grip, "now why would do that spidey? your not gonna hurt me if she's right here, but if i let her go who knows what you'll try to do, and i'm not takin that chance" he sneers. "i'm not going to hurt you, just let her go alright?" the hero says, but before the man can yell anything back, he's being webbed to the wall. 

you yank yourself harshly out of his grip as soon as the first web is fired at him and you run to the other side of the alley and watch as spiderman restrains him, "you should really find better things to do dude, not cool". the concerned hero runs up to your cowering form in the corner, "holy shit y/n i'm so sorry this happened are you okay? i should've been there, i should've stopped him, i could've-" you cut him off, "hey, hey, hey, it's okay i'm okay. slightly terrified, but i'm okay" you reassure. peter takes off his mask, "i'm so sorry i wasn't there to protect you, you could've gotten hurt, or worse…” he trails off. you interrupt him, "but i didn't, okay? i'm here, you saved me, thank you so much pete" you say as you go to hug him. peter returns the hug, but he pulls away quickly; "we should get you home, let’s get outta here" he says. "yeah that's a good idea, lemme just go grab my backpack" you respond. 

you turn to walk towards your bag, but a sharp pain blossoms on your lower left side that stops you in your tracks. to your horror, you look down and see a giant crimson splotch on your shirt where you had felt the pain a moment ago. the man must’ve stabbed you with his knife when you pulled yourself away from him after peter showed up. your adrenaline must have masked the pain of the wound from you until it now that it was wearing off. "uhm peter?" you ask shakily as you turn to face him, "i think, um... i think somethings wrong" you manage to say before collapsing to the groud clutching your bleeding wound. peter rushes to your side and crouches in front of you, "oh my god, oh my- fuck y/n what the hell happened to not getting hurt? i- uh- can you stand?" he says quickly. "i-i don't think so pete, it hurts so bad what do i do?" you here yourself stammer out as you look up at him. peter's eyes bug and you can see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to do, "oh god, um, i- shit, i have to get you to mr. stark- they have a medbay in the tower where they can help you. i'm gonna have to swing us there" he says then looks at you. as you’re quickly losing blood, your eyelids are becoming heavier by the second, "m so tired peter. can- can i take a nap please?" you ask him. "nonono no naps y/n you gotta stay awake for me, okay?" peter responds in a panicked tone while picking you up. you wince as he shifts you in his arms, “i’m gonna swing us to the tower okay? please don't close your eyes i need you to stay awake, can you do that for me please y/n/n?" he says with tears welling up in his eyes. "i can't do it pete" you cry, your own tears now streaming down your face, "m so tired”. peter glances down at you in his arm while he swings, "almost there y/n/n please, you can do it, don't fall asleep now okay? we're so close" he says, voice quivering. the pain in your side is now too much to take as you say, "im sorry" as your eyelids flutter closed.

...

you slowly blink your eyes open to find that you don't recognize where you are. you start to sit up but a stabbing pain in your side stops you before you can pull yourself up. as your eyes scan the room to try and figure out where you are, you notice a familiar figure slumped over in a chair next to you. peter is sitting next to your bed in a stiff chair in what looks like the most uncomfortable position, with his messy hair that he's obviously been running his hands through, and deep dark circles under his eyes. your heart breaks a little when you realize that he must've been here all night sitting with you. just as your about to attempt to sit up again, peter stirs. "hey pete", you say, your voice only just above a whisper. "oh my god y/n your awake! are you okay? does anything hurt? do you need anything?" peter blurts out. "im okay now, a little banged up and sore, but i'm okay" you reply with a smile. "well you said that to me before, and then you fell to the the ground and passed out in my arms because you got stabbed sooo, i think i have reason to believe otherwise" he says with a concerned look “you scared the shit out of me” he finishes softly. you look away in embarrassment as you begin to recall the events of the previous night. "i'm so sorry that happened y/n, i should've been there, i should've protected you" peter says solemnly. "this is so not your fault peter don't even try for one second to blame yourself okay? tony needed you and that's way more important than walking me home, and besides you got there just in time and im here and im safe with you alright? you can't blame yourself because some asshole decided to be a disgusting pervert and attack a defenseless teenage girl for no reason. this is not on you peter, do not think for one second that it is” you respond strongly. peter just stares at you astonished with wide eyes.  you look up at him to meet his eyes, “thank you so much for being there when you were and saving me- i”, you pause and sigh sadly, “i could’ve died yesterday pete but i didn’t because of you, so thank you for being my hero” you say. peter looks at you and says, “you know i’ll always be there to protect you. i’m never letting anyone touch you ever again” he finishes with tears in his soft, kind brown eyes. you hesitate for a moment but then you look him in the eye and you say, “i love you peter” and he just stares back at you and grabs your hand and says, “and i love you y/n, more than you’ll ever know” as he leans in to connect your lips with his. 

…

[keilemlucent]

long days for bad people

(r18+)

hawks | takami keigo x reader

ao3

word count: ~6k

Being a prized, adored possession was far better than you thought it would be.

warnings: light daddy kink (no age play, just the name in mostly jest), spit kink, crying kink, degradation, brief descriptions of blood + violence, kidnapping (consensual?? read a/n), brat taming, light sadomasochism, mind break, praise kink

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here it is, mafia au, villain hawks, dom, brat tamer, soft(?!) hawks. what more could you want? 

there’s briefly described kidnapping at the beginning of the fic but it is reiterated throughout that this is consensual! no yandere/stockholm stuff in this fic. 

i’ve been working on this one for a while and i’m happy to finally share it. hope y’all enjoy!!

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You shouldn’t have fucked around with the League.

God, it was common knowledge in the parts of town and circles you inhabited. Of all criminal syndicates, mobs, to fuck with, the League wasn’t one of them. They were known for their complete cruelty and violent delights. The League had such a reputation due to the fact that they openly left bodies carved up and burnt as they pleased.

But, you were a fucking idiot and got involved anyways.

It was a small loan, Giran almost seemed to scoff when he gave you the cash. You and your almost-stranger of a roommate were just very late on some bills and were going to lose a lot of material items if you didn’t scrounge up at least two paychecks in about three days. 

You swallowed your pride and took the first and easiest loan you could get. That just happened to be with gap-toothed, wide-grinning Giran of the League. He, you knew from what you’d heard, was somewhat fair in matters like yours. 

You had two weeks to pay him back.

...

You didn’t make it in time.

You were close to the amount, notably. You scrounged and clawed your way into getting the cash back. You weren’t much of a pickpocket, but you snagged some odd jobs around the apartment building that you and your roommate were still fortunate enough to keep a room in.

After one particular job, a nasty carpentry gig that you weren’t qualified for, you returned home tired and worn.

Sure, you were a day late on payment. But with this last gig, you were so close. The League would have to pity two, stupid, stupid young girls?

They didn’t, you realized, as you stepped into your apartment.

Your roommate's slain corpse was laying over the arm of your cheap couch, eyes vacant and mouth dripping blood onto the old beige carpet.

You dropped to your knees, horrified and completely stunned.

“You should’ve known better,” it was a hum from across the room, from a figure you didn’t even know was in the room until then. “Really, you’d expect folks to be smarter.”

Your mouth dried as the figure moved from the nighttime shadows, flashing a dazzling smile and ruffling crimson wings.

Hawks.

You’d heard of him, everyone had. Terrifying, fast, precise, and cutthroat. He took orders and didn’t ask questions other than snark. He talked too much, fucked too much. 

“W-wait,” You didn't know why you were pleading, but you had to try, right? “I’m so close, wait—”

Hawks sauntered up to you wielding one of his feather blades, the red of blood mixing with the filaments of his feathers.

He crouched down in front of you, tsking, “I don’t like begging, angel. I’ll make this quick for you. Your friend there?”

Hawks jerked his finger behind to your dead roommate.

“She fought, pleaded, begged, all that normal shit I don’t like hearing when shitheads like you two don’t make payday,” his voice was slow, talking about death like some casual thing. “I’ll make this nice and fast if you don’t run your mouth anymore, how about that?”

You swallowed, nodding.

The small percentage of your brain that was fully functioning figured dying quickly was a much better way to go than whatever the hell had happened to your roommate. There was far too much blood for that to be quick.

Hawks hummed, the tip of his feather blade tipping up your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze. You vaguely heard the pitter-patter of your tears hitting the carpet below. Blood rushed in your ears as you stared death in the face.

Hawks appraised you.

You watched the metaphorical cogs and wheels turning in Hawks’ skull as he looked you up and down before flashing forward, gathering you in his arms and flying from the apartment. 

Your first thought was obvious as you clung to him in the open air:

He’s going to drop you and kill you.

When you screamed, tears growing thicker, he slapped a gloved hand over your mouth, “I’m giving you an out, kid. Trust me. You’ll prefer this over death.”

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 Your new existence was certainly better than death.

If you were ever caught and convicted of any of the illegal things you participated in, you’d be fucked, thrown into prison until you rotted, until you were just dust and bone.

But, until then, you worked for the League.

You had groveled at the feet of their leader, Shigaraki, hands clasped on your lap, claiming your worth, or maybe lack thereof. Not many attachments, not many people who’d miss you, a semi-useful quirk. 

With a boot shoved into your skull, he sneered that you’d be the League’s new errand dog. 

The real reason they accepted you was due to the threatening air Hawks was exuding and the fact that their old ‘errand bitch’ had died the week prior. They needed a new body to act as a civilian and do things that only an unsuspecting-looking ‘civilian’ could. You fit the bill, and Hawks had taken a liking to you.

 Oddly, working for the League was actually pretty okay.

You got your own room. It was small, but you only had to share a bathroom with the somewhat unhinged Himiko, but she was fairly nice once she warmed up to you. Everyone lived in the League’s HQ and went about their business, getting drunk at their bar front each night.

Most of the mess happened at night, but it was important to put on a nice veneer and keep spirits high. Not to mention that no one would dared to fuck with the League, anyways. The cops and federal government had long been paid off due to the resources that the League had acquired for them. 

You felt somewhat untouchable.

A lot of this confidence was due to the fact that you had become Hawks’s... Keigo’s...

‘Songbird’

As he liked to call you, anyway. 

Keigo was the general, loveable annoyance of the League, but his connections were invaluable and his skills were unmatched. Despite how he could grate on people (read: Dabi and Shigaraki), he was respected and feared just as much as everyone else was, if not more so. And being his metaphorical and literal pet had its perks.

Sure, the first time he had you come to his ‘office’ and he fucked you against the window until it was smeared with cum and blood was a bit surprising, but god, if you didn’t fucking love it. Being Keigo’s personal fucktoy came with protection, pleasure, and a surprising amount of genuine attention. The dude was lonely, and so were you. The two of you made a good ‘couple’, if you could even call yourselves that. The sadism he doled out was always counterpointed by affections that did seem genuine. 

Keigo was fond of you, and you of him. Maybe your brush with death had twisted something in your head, to even allow yourself to get close to a man like Keigo, but you couldn’t make yourself care. 

You were comfortable and content. 

...

[bird boss]: hey babe ;^) get to my office in the next thirty minutes 

[you]: what if i don’t

[bird boss]: do u really want to find out

[you]: ...

[you]: im just curious 

[bird boss]: don’t get cheeky songbird 

[you]: u make me wanna u know

[you]: i know it gets you riled up

[bird boss]: tread lightly kid

[you]: oooo i gave you some guff over text

[you]: what’re you gonna do about it?

[bird boss]: use your imagination

[bird boss]: 25 minutes now, songbird

[bird boss]: don’t make this worse for yourself <3

 You set your phone on your cheap duvet, quickly primped yourself to see Keigo. He wasn’t too strict about your appearance but wearing dark clothes and some of the more expensive gifts he’d gotten you over the months he’d been screwing you never hurt. Something about ownership with him always got him hot and bothered. 

You tried to remind yourself frequently that Keigo saw you as some sort of possession, but a possession with feelings.

Meandering through HQ was always a bit daunting, despite your protections. Your skimpy outfit choice and hardly-hidden lingerie made you feel a bit more like an object than you liked too. 

There were hardly hungry mouths around the League, they kept you all fed, but god, were there starving eyes. 

Dabi wolf-whistled as you walked past him through a common room, shouting something about how Keigo was collecting his pound of flesh for the day. Maybe a line or two about being a whore, but that was all flavor at that point. Keigo called you far meaner, more sinful things. And hell, it wasn’t like Keigo hadn’t... shared you on more than one occasion. 

Maybe you were a little fucked up for enjoying your lifestyle to the degree you did, but why not indulge where you could? Life was far shittier scraping paint off old fences and picking up cans to just scrape by. 

Opulence was a breath of fresh air. And if you were Keigo’s fuck toy? Then, god, you were Keigo’s fuck toy.

When you arrived at Keigo’s office, you knocked gently on the door, quickly adjusting your skirt and blouse. 

The door opened, though no one was behind it. Only a single one of Keigo’s feathers allowed you entrance. 

His office seemed daunting and extravagant for a man who did most of his ‘work’ in far-shadier, far-bloodier places. The walls were covered in mirrors and old paintings, something out of vanity and pride, knowing how Keigo saw himself. There were several black leather couches scattered around against walls, some stained by your various... activities. There was a broad desk parallel to a back wall made entirely of windows. 

Night had fallen, leaving the room lit by a few lamps and warm fixtures. 

“Hey, boss,” You hummed as you stepped in, shutting the door behind you just before the lingering scarlet feather flicked the lock on the door.

And the other one.

And the deadbolt.

You swallowed thickly. 

As much as you enjoyed a lot of the perks of your... position, it was also daunting.

Keigo was daunting, all bloody colors, vanity, and hunger. 

He sat behind his desk, wings puffed up, and partially extended over the back of his chair. The desk chair was massive, specifically acquired so that you would have enough room to properly straddle his lap for hours on end if he so wished. 

Keigo idly clicked around on his desktop computer. He leaned slack and back into the chair, legs spread wide and exuding casual confidence that reeked of his own ego. 

Keigo normally wore a mix of black and red, as edgy as it was. He liked to seem clean, hide the stains of sanguine that undoubtedly lingered on him no matter how he tried to cleanse himself. His black slacks were pressed, the seams pristine. The black shirt he wore was rolled up to his elbows, the buttons of his red vest undone as well. His black tie hung half-undone and limp around his neck. His tousled gold hair was mussed as normal, ruffled by his flights. His feathers might’ve needed preening, but you doubted that that was the reason he called you to his office. 

And based on the deep set of his brow and the sickly smile on his lips, he was already on edge and in a mood. 

“Songbird, come over here, will you?” Keigo sat back from his typing, watching you from across the room. He took you in the same way a parched man sucks down red wine, greedily and soon to be fucked. “On my lap.”

You complied, despite your earlier attitude. You padded across the room, going around his desk. 

As you moved to straddle his lap, worn hands gripped your waist. His amber eyes gave you a warning, crinkling at the edges, “Not like that, sweetheart. Do daddy right.”

Oh, so it was one of those moods. 

Maybe you were Keigo’s sexual punching bag so he could exert control on something he could later kiss better and patch up. 

Sure, he was going to fucking ruin you, but part of the fun with him was that the more it hurt, the nicer he was after. And, all things considered, with some of the... other folks the League brought in to satiate its member’s desires, you fared far better. Keigo cared about you, in his own particular way. 

You tried to lean over his lap yourself, but his hands and feathers positioned you perfectly as he wanted. With the tight grip he had on your waist and shoulders, dragging you just as he liked, it was easy to see his need for control. 

Your head hung off of one of his thighs as you squirmed in his lap. His bulge already pressed into your ribs, a wonderful reminder of the reward you’d reap later on. Keigo’s hands gathered your hand to the small of your back, a feather replacing their grip a moment later.

“Sit with me while I finish this shit,” Keigo grumbled, going back to clicking the desktop. His leg bobbed absentmindedly, his free hand rubbing over the curve of your barely-covered ass. “Be a good girl, (Y/N). If you can stand that.”

He laughed under his breath. 

You let your head dangle limply downwards, blood rushing to your cheeks. 

You’d thought you’d be in for more of an ass-kicking, but it appeared Keigo was taking things unusually slow. You knew better than to complain, but kicking up a bit of metaphorical sand couldn’t be that bad, right?

“I dunno,” You hummed, kicking your legs lightly. “I don’t think you like it when I’m a ‘good girl’, daddy.”

“Watch it.” A single, sharp smack to your butt was hardly enough to shut you up, but Keigo did so all the same, rubbing over the covered flesh a moment later, “I’m not in the mood.”

“Are you sure about that?” You wriggled, intentionally pushing up against his growing erection.

His breath stuttered, a smirk pulling at the corners of your lips. The hand on your ass didn’t rear again, rather Keigo kept thumbing smooth circles as he continued to click around on the computer. He might have been actually doing work. Or, he was ignoring you, egging your sass on. 

“If you didn’t want anything, why’d you call me in here?” You asked, way too cheeky for the way Keigo’s body was practically vibrating underneath you. Pissing him off had consequences, of course, but you weren’t in the mood to play ‘good girl’ that day.

“I told you, I want you to sit with me,” Keigo pinched your ass. “But, you’re too mouthy to do just that one thing. You’re usually better than this.”

“Am I?” You played innocent, craning to give him a wide smile. “Hadn’t noticed. What I am noticing, is your already-hard cock, dear.”

“Oh, ‘dear’?!” Keigo paused on the computer. “Cheeky. Cute.” 

Keigo would just dig in more, lean in, before ‘snapping’, if you could call it that.

You gulped as his hand swatted at upper thighs, his nails almost knicking your skin.

“Up and don’t get smart about it.”

Oh, you were going to be remarkably smart about it.

You rose but hardly stayed upright for long. Sliding down to your knees, you pushed at Keigo’s legs, “Wouldn’t you prefer me down here? Just for a treat while you finish your work?”

Keigo clicked his tongue, gaze flickering down to you, “Fine. Behave yourself.”

Yeah, right. You both knew that that wasn’t going to happen. 

You were already tucked underneath his desk, undoing the fly of his pants. 

You pulled his cock from his trousers, pumping his cock to full hardness. Smearing around preek for a bit of extra flare before inching forward.

Wrapping your mouth around Keigo’s dick was somewhat of a feat— he had a decent girth to him, so you usually took the opportunity to warm him (and yourself) up with a bit of tip-kissing and kitten licks.

But, you were feeling bold.

You spit on his dick, a move that normally would have earned you plenty of verbal snark, but anything Keigo could’ve said to you was swallowed as you took his cock down to the back of your throat.

You sucked around it, massaging the vein on the bottom with the flat of your tongue. Drool began to pool at the side of your lips as you let the head bump your throat, gag reflex be damned.

All the while, Keigo had stopped moving above you. The fabric of his trouser balled up in his ringed-fingers as he gazed half-lidded down at you. 

You smiled around his dick, looking up at him innocently as you began to slowly bob your head. His wings fluttered, twitches and air stirring around you. 

Keigo stifled a laugh, a hand tangling in your hair, “All that talk earlier and now you’re treating me to a blowjob without even me having to tell you to? Dove, you’re too much.”

You pulled off of him to reply, “I can only try.”

Before he could reply, you spit on his dick again, and went back to slurping around him.

You held the base of his cock in your hands, twisting and spreading spittle. It almost felt like your actions were for show, but Keigo’s eyes were rolling back in his head all the same.

You smirked.

A drool pool from your mouth, puddling in your lap and soaking your skirt. Not like you weren’t already dripping from the sinful sounds Keigo stopped trying to hold.

“A-ah, that’s it, angel,” Keigo fucked into your mouth with his hold on your hair. “Just like that.”

Your hand rose to play with Keigo’s balls, teasing at the sack as he cried out a high moan above you. 

Considering the performance you were giving, it was unsurprising to feel him tensing above you. You’d been on your knees for him hundreds of times; you’d learned to see the little twitches and puffs of breath he’d give when he’d get close to coming. 

You pulled off his cock with a pop, detangling the hand from your hair in the motion. It was all fast enough that Keigo couldn’t have stopped you in his hazy, pleasure-filled state. 

Based on the look of rapid disbelief he was giving you, your trick had worked well. Knowing Keigo’s... tendencies made you hesitant to push him too much in the past, but for whatever reason, you were feeling stupidly bold. 

Consequences.

“Sorry, daddy,” You wiped at your mouth with the back of your hand. “Didn’t feel like swallowing today.”

Keigo’s disheveled appearance was more than gratifying. Knowing how easily you made him come undone by that point was one of the perks of your position.

His hair was more than ruffled, strands and tufts chaotically curled around his cheeks and ears. There was a bright blush on his face, spreading from his nose to the apples of his cheeks, down his deck. At some point, he’d popped the buttons at the top of his shirt. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, half-panting and based on the darkness in his brow and the far-too peachy smile on his face, Keigo was fucking pissed.

His wings stood on end.

You gulped from below him.

Maybe you pushed your luck too far.

Maybe. 

“You’re playing real cute today, aren’t you songbird?” Keigo didn’t move, but his feathers twitched above him, wings flaring out even farther. “Real fucking cute.”

You were fucked.

Good.

A few feathers flew from Keigo, one snagging at your wrist, wrapping around it, and pulling you up from the desk.

You wobbled as you stood, dragged across the room as Keigo leisurely followed behind you. When you tried to set your own pace, Keigo swatted your ass with a huff, “You never learn, huh? I thought I’d trained you better than this.”

You opened your mouth to spit some dickish retort, but you were cut off as Keigo’s shoved you onto one of the leather couches.

“Don’t.” Keigo’s tone was acidic as he stood over your, wings still flared out. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for your cute bullshit, dove, and you still decided to test your luck, huh?”

You kneeled on the cushions, sucking down air, shaking with anticipation.

“You don’t feel like swallowing today? That’s fine, I can work with that,” Keigo shrugged easily from above you.

Keigo had an... active sexual imagination, and you could tell by the crook in his lips that he had something devilish planned as retribution.

A sharp slap came down on your cheek, Keigo catching the opposite jaw and keeping you from recoiling too far. You blinked as the pain spread around your skull like licking flames against a frostbitten body. 

You wanted more.

A little grin stretched against your mouth as Keigo rubbed at your cheeks with his thumbs, “Aw, you always get so sweet like this, dove. You can be a good girl if you try, can’t you?” 

His actions carried candor and his words absolute torment. 

Despite how Keigo was trying to goad you into submission, you had a bit of spark left in you. 

Plainly, you spit on him.

The glob of saliva landed on Keigo’s cheek, under his eye.

He blinked at you. 

You continued to smile.

His own expression grew strained.

“Oh, songbird,” Keigo damn near lamented, wiping away the kind gift you’d given him. His voice was smooth without any bit of waver, all of the sexually-charged anger rolling just beneath the veneer. “You’re just being pain slut today, aren’t you?”

You were, absolutely. You could feel your arousal wetting your panties, the heat of the strike from your cheek beginning to boil something in your gut. 

“You just need a bit of special attention today, right? That’s all.” Keigo tsked, fully removing the tie from around his neck. “You just need a little reminder.”

“Reminder of what?” You asked, tilting your head quizzically. 

Keigo flipped you, feathers pushing and bracing you as needed while nimble hands tore off your clothes without reverie.

“Plenty of things, especially with this attitude you’ve got today,” Keigo’s tie looped around your wrists, binding them together at the center of your back. 

“You definitely need a reminder of who’s the boss around here,” Keigo shoved you forward, stomach flush with the back of the couch.

You reeled from the pace of it all, shifting your knees for any bit of stimulation you could get. Keigo’s feathers were slicing and pulling your clothes from your body faster than you could keep track of. It was overwhelming, making your mind swim in the best possible way. You throbbed. 

“Maybe a reminder about who fucking provides for you,” Keigo’s own clothes were shaken off, dropped to the floor and forgotten.

It was true. Keigo always made sure than you were taken care of, in more ways than one. Despite how fast-paced and laid back he could seem, he was always on top of making sure you had more than enough material and immaterial pleasure whether than be in the form of food, fucking, or otherwise.

You yelped as a smack fell across your ass. A feather caught the elastic of your panties, snapping a moment later, leaving you fully bare before him. 

Keigo’s worn hand came to press at your throat and jaw, tilting your head back as he climbed behind you, “Maybe, you need a reminder about who keeps you safe.”

This phrase was softer than the others, a sweet kiss pressing to your cheek and his voice a bit more gentle. It was jarring at the skin still stung from his earlier strike, but you cherished the heat besides. 

Once again, true. The folks in and outside of the League were greedy. There were plenty of unwanted souls that stole glances at Hawks’s prized songbird. There were starved eyes that tore into you whether you were dolled up for Keigo or not. There had been some... close calls, one could say, but Keigo always was there, in the end, unafraid to get his hands dirty. 

“You know what the most important reminder is, dove?” Keigo rolled his hips against you, cock wedging between your thighs.

“N-no,” You stuttered, brain turning gooey as Keigo’s arms snaked around your waist, sharpened nails leaving indents in your hips.

He nosed at your neck, leaving a few love bites in his wake.“‘N-no’, what?” 

“I don’t know,” You leaned back into Keigo’s chest, rubbing your thighs around his cock. 

 “Oh, songbird, you sweet thing,” He chuckled, all teasing and self-indulgent. “I’m the one who makes you feel good.” 

He was so right, wasn’t he?

With the way he’d learned your body over the last few months, he’d had some undeniable pursuit to make you feel the best. 

Keigo was inquisitive by nature. He had kept you on your back for hours while he finger-fucked you, watching every twitch and roll of your hips to figure out just the right ways to break you. He’d kissed and sucked and slapped every inch of you, sussing out the perfect ways to make you writhe and cry for him. 

Sure, you were an absolute terror to him sometimes. Not to mention that Keigo jumping you covered in the blood of that day's targets was as macabre and horrifying as it sounded. 

But, fuck, if he didn’t know how to bring you to ecstasy that fucking ruined you in the best way. 

Keigo got off on watching you shatter for him. It was the reason he’d torn you from that cheap, bloodied apartment in the first place. A kind, naive little morsel that he could play with as he wanted. You didn’t complain. Fuck, you reveled in his attention. You gave it back to him, like the fucked up, semi-divine being could be any more debauched than he already was.

Corruption spreads, but you’d never complain. If being plucked from struggling for pennies to being fucked stupid by a man who could kill you at a moments notice, a man who would kill for you, somehow poisoned you?

You’d die with a bitter taste on your tongue and a smile on your face.

 Keigo rubbed at your clit, nipping at your neck, and rolled his hips greedily. His cock was covered in a mix of your slick and his own preek, easily sliding between plushness of your thighs.

“You love pushing me, acting all tough,” Keigo chastised, clicking his tongue. “I mean it when I say it's cute.”

You don’t have any more quick retorts in you, not when his fingers are down your throat, gagging you as spittle dribbles down your chin onto the leather below. It was sure to leave a mark.

“Behind all that bark and snark, you’re just a good girl, aren’t you?” Keigo punctuated his words with a bite and nip to your neck. “Just needed a reminder, right, dove?”

You whimpered against his fingers at the praise, grinding against Keigo’s touch needily. 

His fingers pushed pinched your tongue, breath curling over the shell of your ear, “What are you?”

You mumbled against his fingers, “A g-good g-girl.”

It was humiliating in the best way. Keigo’s light laugh at your attempt. The way he nuzzled his nose into the sweat at the crook of your shoulder was just aloe on the burn.

“I misspoke, if you can believe that,” Keigo’s cock pulled out from your thighs. “Songbird, you know what I meant to call you?”

You squirmed at the loss, but he was quick to hush you. His fingers left your mouth with a thick trail of spit. 

“You’re my good girl.” 

You melted in his arms.

Falling back against Keigo’s chest, you craned your neck to lock your lips to his. 

Maybe that was it, why all the filth didn’t bother you. Because you had worth. Maybe it was insecurity, or maybe it was self-aware in the face of your lived experience. Before being taken, the life you’d lived made you just a rusty cog in a dying machine. You wouldn’t have amounted to anything, probably. 

But with the League?

You were the prized, beloved consort of an angry god. 

Keigo owned you, body, mind and soul, and you let him. That’s not even to mention how you had him wrapped around your finger. He adored you, under all of it.

Fighting with him was for sport, not blood.

Keigo licked past your lips, pressing his cock to your cunt teasingly. You whined against him, wriggling in his arms.

“What does my good girl want?” Keigo loved making you beg for him, claw for any bit of stimulation. He liked it even better when you were already soft for him.

Stray tears pricked at your eyes, “Y-your cock.”

He pinched the meat of your thigh, shaking his head, “Not good enough. Speak properly, dove. Clear and correctly.”

You swallowed, searching for the words in your own haze.

Your words were willed to be solid.

“I want your cock, daddy.” 

It was just enough.

Keigo pushed forward, the head of his cock already stretching your cunt. Consider the girth of it, the lack of preparation stung and burned more than you would’ve liked, as good as it felt to finally be filled.

Keigo cooed at your soft tears, keeping your face to his with a firm hand on your jaw. He shushed you, far too sweetly while licking the salt from your cheeks, “Relax, angel. Big breaths.”

You nodded, sputtering as he speared into you. Keigo’s free hand went back to toying with your clit, encouraging the tension to drain from your body.

As he bottomed out, you shuddered, falling back into his chest. Keigo’s wings fluttered, twitching in wait. Hot breath fanned over your face, Keigo groaning and locking his jaw. 

The stimulation was overwhelming. You had expected Keigo to be meaner, considering how mouthy you’d been. 

Yet, it made sense. Keigo had figured out one of the better ways to make you break was softness. 

(Truthfully, it made him crack in the same way, but he’d never tell.)

“Feel that?” He asked, just barely rolling his hips. 

Keigo released your jaw in favor of wrapping a hand around the front of your throat, tugging you as close he could manage.

“Uh-huh,” You panted. 

You could, the kiss of his cock head against your cervix was almost uncomfortable. The delicious pressure and sensitivity already had you reeling in his arms, unsteady and wanting.

“I fill you up so good, don’t I?” Keigo praised his own ego, his cock, but he wasn’t wrong. The curve of his cock rubbed against all the right spots. He stretched you just right, the burn ebbing away into a need for more, more—

“Please, Keigo—” You gasped. Your legs shook as Keigo slammed into you, shoving you forward and into the wall.

His pace was brutal. Hands and feathers kept your back in a harsh arch as he rearranged your insides to his liking. He was kind enough to keep stroking at your clit, bruising your hips and babbling filthy nothings. 

“I’m the one who makes you feel this good, only me, right, dove?” Keigo growled into your ear with a particularly hard thrust.

You nodded against the wall, aware of the drool slipping down your chin as your mouth lolled open. Your insides were hot like white flames, searing any ability to use coherent speech. 

Keigo snickered at your state. Slowing, he gripped your ass cheeks. You yelped, inside jumping as he pried them apart. You flinched, hole twitching as he spat down, the liquid cool against the flushed skin.

It was little moves like that, Keigo just subtly making your shudder and feel dirty that got you the most fucked up and fucked out.

You pressed back on his cock, panting against the wall and keening. You would’ve spoke, if you could, but anything that you had the ability to say would’ve been torn apart by Keigo’s sharpened, silver tongue. 

“My filthy little dove, huh?” Keigo sneered, watching you try to bounce on his cock the best you could. “Such a glutton when you get broken down like this, needy whore.”

The pleasure of Keigo’s cock tearing up your insides was all you could focus on through the fog of your mind, desperate and wanting and greedy.

“Y-your,” You corrected, the words bubbling from your lips, disjointed and messy. “Yours.”

Keigo may have been avian, but he purred like a damn cat at your admission. He held you like a possession, cock throbbing as he fucked you just right. 

“God, you’re sweet, angel,” He nipped at your jaw before wrapping his hand around your throat. “Even all fucked up, you know who you belong to so well, don’t you?”

You nodded, rolling your hips back. 

Keigo must’ve taken pity on you, squeezing at the sides of your neck. Cruel as he could be, he must’ve noticed the way your thighs and knees trembled against the leather. Keigo knew the cloud in your eyes well— how to get you hazy and how to fuck you perfectly through the fog.

He fucked back into your dripping cunt, pace harder and faster than before. You were helpless to do anything other than fall forward into the wall, cheek squished against the scarlet. 

“Who’s brat are you?” Keigo squeezed a bit harder at your neck as you swallowed against his palm.

“Y-yours—!” You squeaked out, mind going numb from the stimulation and pressure.

A wicked sneer curled against your ear as Keigo’s movements grew sloppier. His tongue lolled over your shoulder, messy kisses and slobbery bites and marks left in his wake. He was close, but you weren’t far off easier.

“Little bird,” It was sweeter, closer and hotter. “Can you come for me? Come all over my cock?”

You nodded.

“Not good enough.” Keigo bit down, nearly breaking the fragile skin of your neck. “You know I like words, angel.”

You gave him words, plenty of them. 

Nearly incoherent pleads and cries poured from your bruised lips as Keigo pounded into you. Each blabbering wail was met with Keigo groans and grunts, condescending little phrases spitting over you without release.

Your lack of leverage and use of your arms made you thumping against the couch and wall, vision darkening on the edges as the pressure in your gut and the hold on your throat remained. 

You were breaking in his arms, tears rolling down your cheeks as you held yourself from cresting. The exertion of it all was taking its toll, legs jellied and chest beading with sweat. 

Keigo sensed it, shifting his hips to hit the spongy spot in your cunt, “Come, dove.”

You let go.

A sob shattered in your throat as your climax crashed through you. Keigo released your throat, holding you by your bound arms as he bottomed out. His own harsh cry panged against yours as he stuffed you full. 

Surprisingly gently, he rocked his hips against your own, letting the ambient throb of your cunt milk him dry.

You came down, rolling and spinning as you sucked down air a bit too fast. Keigo panted behind you, though the sound seemed dull.

The pressure from your wrists released, soft thumbs rubbing at where the fabric had bitten into your forearms, “Hey, angel, you with me?”

You could only nod weakly, exhaustion and aches creeping in. 

Keigo repositioned the two of you, setting himself against the arm of the couch, wings up free to drape and splay over the floor. He dragged you with him, pulling you to lay on his chest. The stickiness of his spunk, your slick, and general sweatiness might’ve been uncomfortable, but you weren’t quite lucid enough to care.

“How are you feeling? Still feeling a little mouthy?” Keigo teased, already knowing your answer. 

You muffled a groan against his chest, shaking your head against the sweat of his chest. 

“Awww,” Keigo chuckled, fingers brushing over your cheeks, “Is my dove a little fucked out?”

“Keeeigo, b-be nice.”

Your voice broke, parched.

Keigo snorted, pressing a kiss to the side of your forehead, “I guess I can manage that. Just for you, though. Can’t let the others see me get all soft.”

You wouldn’t; seeing Keigo warm and gooey, both of you mutually fucked-out, was a pleasure only you got to indulge in. And you loved every moment of it. 

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ko-fi

[vega-ssi]

I just want to add that I went to art school and no one taught me about warm-ups either, I actually learnt about that when I started studying on my own

being a self-taught artist with no formal training is having done art seriously since you were a young teenager and only finding out that you’re supposed to do warm up sketches every time you’re about to work on serious art when you’re fuckin twenty-five

[nerdy-simp-7120]

hi! if you're comfortable writing this, could i ask for a scenario? this has been in the back of my head for a while.

what would be the reaction of the brothers + dateables of watching mc play resident evil in the dimitrescu castle? who would be down bad the most

thank you! feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write this ofc

I love this ask (stan tall vampire lady). The only thing is that I accidentally turned it into a “how they feel about the game.” I managed to add in some parts with MC playing as well to make up for it

Update: I literally finished the request yesterday but my wifi went down and I lost everything  😩 😩

I also wrote this in the middle of the night so sorry if there are any errors! Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing.

How the OM! characters would react to you playing Resident Evil (Dimitrescu Castle edition)

Lucifer

Will not care at first

"I hold no interest in such trivial simulations."

His weakness? Being a simp for you.

He decides to look into the game a bit more in private later on.

Will lowkey practice the game

If you ever catch him playing it, do not say anything because he will stop immediately, deny everything, and might not ever do it again

With time, however, Lucifer will come to master the game.

Here comes the showing off.

When you're rambling about the game with Levi, Lucifer will join the conversation and you two will be like "wow, boomer knows something for once--"

Or when you're struggling on a part of the game he will be like, "hand it over"

Before expertly getting through that part.

Can defeat Lady Dimitrescu if you ask him to but be careful cause he might make you beg

sadistic bastard

or you can be a badass and show him your skills

Will be a tad shocked at how easily you handled it but won't let it show (okay Elsa)

Also proud though

Lucifer's internal monologue: “That’s right- show them how it’s done, Y/n.”

Mammon

Scared.

Will watch you play and cover his eyes during every battle

"wHAT IS THAT?!" at everything you come across

I hope you're good at playing one-handed because you'll have to use the other hand to hold his throughout the entire thing

Admires you're bravery but would never admit it

"You were horrible! ...N-nice job beating the game, not that I c-care or anything. You sucked anyways!"

Not even 10 seconds later...

"Can I watch you play again?"

Comes to find that the faces you make are adorable: when you're concentrating on a battle, when you win, find a valuable item, etc

He loves being able to see how you're feeling up close.

If you catch him staring when you take a break or something he'll blush and either ask you if you have a staring problem or that you have something on your face

He may or may not buy cheap merch (a tiny key chain of Lady Dimitrescu or your favorite character) for you, all the while spewing lame excuses

Please bear with him- he's trying.

Leviathan

"YOU ALSO LIKE RESIDENT DEVIL?!?? Ah! I-I mean..."

Congrats, you just found yourself someone to discuss the game with

Is open to cosplay the characters with you

You two will have competitions to see who can beat the game faster.

You both also share theories with each other all the time

Or simply discuss the characters together

He purposefully stays quiet to hear you ramble on and on- dude finds it adorable

You two also sometimes argue debate over a character name or event in the game

Because while you have Resident Evil

He only knows Resident Devil

This is the equivalent of Devilgram and Instagram

I mean

They’re the same,

But a couple things were altered, y’know, to prevent copyright

So yes, there are definitely a few quarrels here and there

But all in all, it’s a fun gamer bud experience

Don’t tell him I told you but he thinks it’s hot when you show off your badass skills in a boss fight

Satan

He plays it on the lowkey.

Not because he’s embarrassed

But because he partially takes his anger out on the characters

During gory scenes, he imagines it’s him torturing Lucifer, fueling his determination to win

A calculated person, Satan is a smart player

But there are times when he’s particularly angry and he becomes a reckless one, jumping into fights impetuously

This is where you come in and beat the enemy for him

He may get angrier, thinking you are underestimating him

But, for the sake of the person he loves, he calms down knowing you didn’t mean to offend him

A small part in the back of his head also admires you for being able to handle the fight a ton better than he did

Congratulations, you just earned yourself the great Satan’s respect (resident evil-wise).

Asmodeus

“Oh my, I never knew you were into such gory games! Does this mean you’re into blood play, because I know many things about--”

He may look carefree on the outside

But on the inside?

Let’s take a look, shall we?

Holy shit

What the fu--

Jesus christ, can you pull a move like that in real life?

He needs to be careful to not piss you off.

If you can handle this, who knows what you could be capable of?

Hold on.

Wait, you look so concentrated

Eeep! How cute!

Anyways, it ends with him snapping a bunch of pictures 

Keeps them for himself and may brag to his brothers about how he got some “special” shots of you

Obviously never elaborates on what the special part means to keep his dear siblings on edge because, what the hell, they want to know what these special shots are

Would not play the game because there’s “tOo MuCh BlOoDsHeD”

We all know he’s most likely seen his fair share of bloodshed

“What if the adrenaline gives me acne?”

He’s probably just bad at the game--

Verdict: Asmo is a simp and not afraid to flaunt it.

Beel

...Are you okay?

Do you think about homicide--?

Oh, that lady looks nice.

Huh, she’s 9′6″??

What’s her name? Lady Dimitrescu?

Okay-- WAIT WHY IS SHE TURNING INTO THAT??

Not scared, just a tad bit concerned 

Poor Beel, concerned for Lady D :’)

Also, seeing the death’s of Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra hit different

Because he know what it’s like to lose a sibling.

Safe to say he understands Alcina’s pain when she raged about her children being dead.

Also concerned about how the gore could affect you

Because isn’t stuff like this supposed to traumatize humans?

Would support you regardless though

And thinks that you’re really brave for playing the game and still being able to stand strong

On another note, Beel decided to make small flower graves for the three sisters and Alcina because he’s adorable and kind like that

Belphegor

Likes the game but is too lazy to play himself

Regularly watches Satan play (or at least as much as he can before deciding it’s nap time)

I hope you enjoy Belphie using you as a body pillow and watching you play from now on 

Makes small comments here and there to help you out

“To your left... Oh, and open the window- yeah, that one.”

Will smirk, impressed, when you deal with the fights and win yourself without his comments.

“That’s my Y/n”

(Sorry I don’t know what else to put for him :’))

Diavolo

“Is this a human trend?” meme

Will watch excitedly and “oooo” whenever you do something cool

Be careful though, because the questions will not stop as you play

“What’s that? I see. What’s it for? How do you win the game? Who’s that character? Why can’t you do this? What about--?”

Diavolo, you’re awesome and all, but please

shush

On the inside, is also one that might be a tad concerned about your mental health because doesn’t that gore traumatize humans?

Wait, you do this for entertainment?

...

Another warning: he will shower you in merchandise from the game

I am not above the fact that this man has a game room 

And he will try to master the game

Casually pushes all his paperwork over to Lucifer so he can play Resident Evil

RIP Luci

Unfortunately, Diavolo will have trouble grasping the game and how it works

You will have to explain many things to him

Good luck- he’s a bit of a boomer (but willing to learn) and may or may not get distracted staring at you

But anyways, he enjoys engaging in the competitions you and Levi have

Whether it be playing as well or simply watching

He just loves to see you happy

Barbatos

Oh my, what’s this?

Will watch you play

and constantly criticize how filthy the Dimitrescu castle is

“Do they have any idea how many rats this can attract?”

Barbatos, your weakness is showing.

Seeing you so happy while playing the game helps him relax from his daily troubles tasks

He rewards you with a pat on the head any time you beat a foe

When Diavolo goes over to the HoL or when you come over to play in he silently cheers you on in the background.

Solomon

Yuh

Is educated on the game and knows his shit as the only other human 

Maybe knows a bit too much of the game

You will later come to find out that, somewhere in his mass tangle of shady connections, he knows a developer

Might give you tips and tricks to get on higher levels

But never, and I mean never, challenge him like you would with Levi to see who can beat the game faster

Because he will beat you by a seconds on purpose, just to piss you of

all the while doing that dark, shady chuckle

Asshole

But anyways, if you manage to finesse and beat him, he will be 

So confused

“I thought I did it all right, what went wrong...?” he thinks to himself.

On the outside, however, he’s smiling

Will hand over some praise to his little apprentice, but if you look carefully you will see a spark of annoyance

We get it Solomon, you’re a sore loser.

In the end, he will still leave somewhat impressed at your skillz

Simeon

w h a t

Is a little scared

“Is this one of them video games you kids play nowadays...? Just kidding. What are you playing-- oh my”

Might try to figure out how to play

But alas, 

Simeon is yet another boomer

So he will have quite some trouble even figuring out how to move

And why does he hold the controller like that what

If you’ve seen that one picture of him holding his phone sideways you know what I mean

On another note, if you look through his poem book, then you may or may not find a few poems describing how amazing and badass you looked hustling the entire game

Luke

about to bomb this master hill

No literally is considering bombing the computer or whatever you’re playing on because wHAT IS THAT

He is just

So 

So 

Scared

This will give him nightmares for weeks

Apparently Alcina reminds him of Lucifer so he kinda

Hates her

Says he will protect you

--as he runs out of the room in fear

Irrelevant but the one he hates the most is fetus baby

Michael have mercy on this poor boy--

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Not teeeechnically a “request”, but it’s a prompt I’ve been wanting to do for a while, so here we go. Just as @direwolfspostsrandomshit described, but the setting is your guy comes home to see you showing off the new outfit. Also, this includes Weaver and Naga as bonuses bc I love them 😌😌

Adler

You wouldn't know to look at him, especially behind those dark sunglasses, but his heart starts hammering immediately

"Uh, what's all this for?", He chuckles nervously

You tell him you were just trying it on, but you're not sure if you like it

"Why not? It looks stunning on you"

Oh really?

"Well you sure stunned me", he smiles and pulls you in by the waist

Adler kisses you and runs his hands up and down your bare skin

He loves how much there is to feel

With one more kiss, he slips the tip of his thumbs under the little hem of your shirt

Hudson

"I uh, don't suppose you know how to take this off...?"

Maybe you can show him ;)

I'm sorry, but I KNOW y'all cannot look me in the eye and tell me that good old clean cut Hudson doesn't secretly have some SERIOUS kinks and fantasies

One of those kinks is definitely a huge thirst for curvy women lmao

You have him on his knees panting as it is, but to come home to you in that?

WOOF WOOF BARK BARK AWOOOOO

However, like Adler, Hudson is the master of the poker face

Too bad his blushing cheeks betray him

Now that is a rare sight indeed

You feel a bit more confident in your outfit, just by seeing how excited it's made Hudson

"Where'd you get that?", he tries to hide the blush by swiping at his face a little

You decide to have a little fun and saunter up to him, looking absolutely stunning

You tell him it's thrifted, but that's not of any importance right now

His skin feels hot to the touch as you cup his cheek and give him a kiss

At last he can't keep his hands to himself any longer, exploring every inch of exposed skin and gorgeous curves as he does so

You're going to be there for a while ;)

Lazar

Ok, first off, Lazar knows you struggle with body image issues and he does his best to support you!

So to see you working it in a cute little number like that is 👀👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

Besides, obviously he thinks your body is lovely!!

"Wow, you look amazing!"

You whip around, looking quite surprised to see him

Lazar continues on his way over, your outfit is even better from the front

You ask him if he really thinks so

You're more then nervous in this get up, but you've come to really trust his opinion and ego boosts

"Fuck yeah I do!", he picks you up easily and gives you a spin

He kisses your nose and then your lips before gently returning you to the ground

Lazar takes one look at you and your crop top and then one at his torso

"Say, you think they have any of those in my size?", the big guy laughs

You laugh too, but you're not entirely sure if he's joking

Mason

He's absolutely stunned!

Alex thinks you absolutely own in every outfit you wear, but he's never seen you in something so revealing before 👀

You ask him if he likes it, but all he can do is stumble over his words

He can't take his eyes off that cute crop top

You're starting to think maybe he doesn't like it, since he can't seem to find anything to say

But finally he manages to tell you it looks great on you

It's not much, but you're starting to pick up that he may be a little shy in your presence while wearing such a cute outfit

He smiles and walks up to you, "Um, it looks really great, actually heh"

His hand caresses your hip and and nuzzles your check

"Do you think you could wear it more often?"

You know what?

You just might :)

Naga

He fucking DIES

Seriously, like I headcannon that Naga love a thicc Queen™ soooo hard, like I think he'd short circuit lol

For the sake of some sort of civilized manners, he asks some throw away question like where you got the outfit or something as he walks right up to you

He pulls you in for an embrace to greet you while you moodily answer his question

He's not listening however

Instead, he runs his hand from your hip up to the curve of your bust

The silk of the fabric is cool against his fingers, and they shake a little in excitement

You don't even get to finish your sentence

With a scoff and a roll of the eye, you shoo his hand away and scold him, trying but failing to conceal your laughter

He begs and promises you whatever you want if you let him take you to the bedroom in that little get up

Tsk, naughty boy

Sims

His mouth falls open the second he sees you

He whistles and howls, making you jump a little when you turn around

"Damn baby, that looks amazing on you!"

You tell him thanks, but you're not a big fan of the low rise pants. They show off you tummy to much, you think

He makes a face like he's upset anyone could think that about you, even yourself

Sims brings you in for a hug and he kisses your forehead, arms gently locked around your waist

"Naw, you look gorgeous", he kisses you again, "in fact, come on, lets go show that little number off! Make some people jealous", he laughs

You're not sure, buuuuuut...

He seems so confident in you that you can almost feel confident in yourself

At last you agree and run off for your shoes

Woods

You definitely earn yourself a collection of admirers that night

Weaver

Hoooooo boy

Weaver is about to combust

Unfortunately, Weaver is also Weaver so he doesn't know how to express it

He can't even speak he's so overwhelmed!!

You give him the usual hey, how was work stuff

He tries, but still no coherent words

Thankfully for him, this isn't a total disaster

You know him well enough by now to know he only gets like this when he's surprised

You gesture to your outfit and ask if he likes it

He nods fervently, unable to take his eyes off that little crop top

You roll your eyes and give a little laugh as you walk over to kiss him

"Thanks", you say

He feels inordinately warm under your touch

He gulps, hands a little shaky as he reaches up to touch your waist

"Y-yeah", is all he can manage

Just give him a minute :p

A very similar initial reaction to Sims tbh

"Oooo hooo... Fuck yeah! Where you going sexy?"

You blush and respond that you were actually about to go change out of this, you're just not sure it suits you

Woods has put up his coat by now, but he hasn't taken his eyes off of you once

"What? Why? You look amazing!"

He comes over and cops a little feel of your sequined booty

You jump and laugh a little, while he nuzzles your neck

You're still not 100% sold on it, but you tell him maybe it's alright just for the house...

"Heh, sounds good to me", he waggles his eyebrows at you

He'll encourage you to wear it out if you want to, but he's the jealous kind and he knows for sure you'll be drawing quite the fanclub in a stunning look like that

But it's alright, you can wear what you want where you want ofc

He knows how to fight :)

[astranva]

TikTok Series | Christmas Dance

Word Count: 1k

Category: Fluff

Warning: F word mentioned like twice.

Summary: You and Harry do the Winter Wonderland/Here Comes Santa Claus TikTok dance.

// masterlist where the rest of the TikTok pieces are //

..

When you had seen all these people do the Winter Wonderland / Here Comes Santa Claus dance on TikTok, you weren’t so sure if Harry would be willing to do the dance with you because:

1)   The both of you couldn’t learn TikTok dances if your lives depended on it.

2)   You always ended up laughing too much to go on.

3)   You always turn it into the both of you goofing around.

But Christmas in 2020 was predicted to not have its usual spark, something that you and Harry, along with the rest of the world, were disheartened by.

There he sat, listening to a podcast through his earphones as he drank his tea with one hand, the other mindlessly playing with your hair as you rested your head on his lap while scrolling on your phone.

At Harry’s sigh and slight movement, you looked up at him to find him scrolling through his phone. “You done?”

He hummed, looking down at you with a small smile, “Yeah. Liked the last one better though.”

“Are you still going to tell me about it before bed?”

It was a tradition that the both of you had started during quarantine; he’d listen to podcasts, then talk about them with you before going to bed. It was always amusing because of how diverse Harry’s podcast preference was.

“Of course.” He wiggled his fingers in your hair.

“So, now that you’re done-”

“Uh oh.” Harry joked, grinning down at you.

“Shut up,” you giggled, scrolling on your phone to reach the TikTok you wanted to show him, “Can we do this?”

Showing him a TikTok video of a couple doing the Winter Wonderland dance, Harry watched intently, smiling and raising his eyebrows throughout it.

“You sure, lovie? We always fuck up these dances.”

“I know, but it’ll be fun.”

And that was half an hour before the both of you were in the matching Christmas pajama set Harry had bought during his quarantine shopping; red fuzzy pajamas, white Christmas trees, reindeer, and ornaments on it.

For emphasis, the both of you stood in front of your newly decorated tree, it twinkling with the lights you had wrapped around it along with the festive ornaments that brought life to it.

You had watched two tutorials, taking notes as attempting the moves together, laughing at the parts that seemed too complicated for your mediocre dancing abilities when it came to TikTok choreography.

With his hair flopping, Harry ran his fingers through his hair to push it back from his face, watching as you fumbled before beginning to record.

Moving to your phone camera’s view, you and Harry did the first move as the song sounded.

Grabbing your hips, you and Harry both wiggled your butts, Harry giggling as you did.

You went to the right side, only for Harry to move to the same side.

“Oh, fuck! I was supposed to go to the left.” Harry laughed, putting his hands on his waist as he watched you move to your phone.

“Yeah it’s right for me, left for you, left for me, right for you.” You reminded him.

“Got it.” He nodded.

Beginning out of frame again, you did the steps, Harry remembering to go the left side before the both of you before “rolling the dice.”

Whipping your hair, the both of you then dropped low, you losing balance before falling on your butt as your hand reached out to Harry, bringing him to his butt with you.

“We’re awful at this stuff.” Harry said, dramatically lying on his back and sprawling.

“Nooo, we’re going to do this!” You laughed, throwing yourself on top of him, “We didn’t whip out the PJ’s for nothing.”

“We were already going to wear them.”

“Yeah, on Christmas day, not eve. Come on, baby, pleeease?”

He released a sigh, one hand reaching to wrap around you on him, “The things I do for you.”

“The things you do with me.” You gave him a grin, watching as Harry mirrored it.

“That, too.”

It took you 5 more failed videos to get it right before finally getting it done on the 6th.

Giggly, you stood beside each other as you watched the video.

“Oooo, yes!” Harry clapped when you dropped it low before coming back up.

“You look adorable, oh my God, everyone’s going to die at this.” You commented as you watched Harry do the dolphin move.

“I can’t believe we finally did that,” he said with wide eyes, opening his arms, “We’ve just successfully did a TikTok dance.”

You squealed slightly, fully aware of how the both of you were making a big deal out of it but in your defense, you had been trying to post one decent dance since March but all attempts were in vain.

“Should we write a shared caption?” You asked, feeling Harry approach you before moving to wrap his arms around you from behind, looking over your shoulder at your phone.

“Merry Christmas?”

“This is offensive to your songwriter title, H.”

“Bring back Christmasy Christmas?”

You grinned, looking over your shoulder before leaning to peck his lips, “Atta boy.”

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t expect it, but 4 hours after you had posted the dance, it had 2 million likes and countless comments.

“OH MY GOD WHAT”

“HARRY DOING A TIKTOK DANCE?????”

“I want to thank my lord and savior, Y/N, for saving 2020 with the TikTok content.”

“he looks so happy around Y/N, I can’t believe there are people out there who don’t ship them/like Y/N? is this even possible?”

“THE MATCHING PJS DON’T TOUCH ME I’M CRYING”

With everyone’s reactions, you knew that this wouldn’t be the last of your TikTok videos with Harry, and Harry’s own version of “goodnight, sweet dreams” was proof of it;

“I love doing these things with you, you know? Like, just being a fucking dorky boyfriend who hops on trends or whatever. I love seeing you smile like that,” he had said before prepping your cheek with soft kisses, “Even when it’s at how much of a baby I am,” Harry had giggled, “Can make TikToks with you any time of the day, lovie, and I’d be happy. As long as you are, too, because I love you.”