#play games with salv

[twisted-king]

Salve!:D. I'm curious on how the vice-dormleaders would react(hc) if their S/O being like Silver. Not in a literal sense but in a "Always sleepy/sleeps in random places" sense. It would also be pretty funny if their S/O still aces their academics HAHA(￣▽￣)~*

omg!! YES!!!

Vice Dormleaders x Silver-like!Reader

Trey Clover

He's a little worried... Like do you get enough sleep?

Are classes too stressful?

Trey finds it cute if you fall asleep on his shoulder while studying or having afternoon tea. He'd chuckle and give a "Is my shoulder that comfortable?" line as soon as you wake up.

Yes, you've heard it hundreds of times.

Trey kind of insists on studying with you, he (wrongly) thinks you might fall behind due to all the napping you do.

of course these study sessions are comfortable for you so you're usually lulled asleep by his voice

So imagine his suprise when he asks you about your text scores.

He's here, all ready to console you with your favorite tart, arms open to prepare to be a good boyfriend and hug you when youre sad

Only to be met with "Oh the midterm..? I aced it, why?"

HUH???

WHAT???

You share the tart, he laments...

He likes to suprise you with little treats every now and again, he buys special little boxes to put them in all the time too.

one day, he happened upon you sleeping underneath the table in your dorm (he knows where to look at this point).

You woke up with a light weight on your chest, It was a small green box with a letter attached to it:

"A sweet treat after your sweet dreams,

XOXO

- Trey Clover

Jade Leech

"Oh? How interesting..."

Jade is a little weirdo, so I think this unique trait of yours REALLY facinates him!

He kind of develops a sixth sense for your eepiness. Like he'll be in a middle of a shift and just randomly take a break, just to be there for you when you wake up.

Jade BEGS you to try a bunch of (non poisonous) mushrooms to see if they make your drowsiness worse or better

"Would you not consider it at leas.." "No." "please.." "Just once.."

He's really convincing (6'5 and in a suit).

If you fall asleep in the monstro lounge he is NOT stopping Floyd from doodling on your face

He isnt too suprised by your competency with grades, but then again he lives with Floyd, its kind of hard to suprise him.

He still rewards you with a lil kiss on the forehead

Jade LOVES when you fall asleep on him, it lets him know you feel safe around him!! He keeps a pleased smile on his face when youre near him and sleepy in any capacity.

He wants to go on hikes with you SO BADLY.

You agree one day, it kind of ends with you being carried when you eventually fall asleep on a particularly warm rock.

"Whatever will I do with you, Angelfish..."

-Said while lovingly scooping you up

Jamil Viper

Sigh...

How you two got together is a mystery

But he feels a bit calmer with you around.

He's pretty busy with Kalim, so a lot of time spent together is during school, school activities, and while he's cooking.

Jamil gets a little anxious when youre out of sights. like... what if you're sleeping somewhere dangerous, or you suddently decided to persue mountain climbing?

You go to a lot of his basketball practices, he claims he plays a little better when youre around anyway, even if you fall asleep in the middle fo the game

Stops both Ace AND Floyd from doodling on your face during practices.

Now, as for grades. He isnt too worried about you, he's got kalim to deal with an an exam to underperform on.

After midterms, he does ask about how you did (as seems to be customary)

"I did pretty well... got a 98" "You what"-

He's...pleaseantly suprised! one less thing to worry about (despite that not being his responsibility)

Jamil likes cooking spicier and spicier food for you, both to see if you can handle it (he's a little competitive), and to wake ypu up a lil <3

He presses a kiss to your cheek for every "level" you complete

"What do you think, Flower?... ah, you fell asleep"

Rook Hunt

I'm sorry.... he's a little weird about it.

He has a LOT of pictures of you sleeping in odd places

Rook's favorite is his homescreen on his phone, it's you sleeping in an impossibly high tree kind of just.. hanging there. Its in super high quality though.

He likes leaving little notes about how cute you look while sleeping around

its like a little gift for when you wake up!!!

When he isnt watch you sleep he keeps a bottle of water and some fruit snacks to munch on. Sleeping this often must be tiring after all, you need your energy!

You know you can call for him just as easily as Vil can (if not easier... you bagged a SIMP)

So, sometimes you jokingly put a hand to your forehead and Rook comes SPRINTING.

His arms are outstretched ready to catch you into a fall and dip you into a kiss

Sometimes though, it is not a joke, and Rook dutifully scoops you up before you make eye contact with him.

It's Rook, so he kind of knew about your good grades already, but every time you tell him he gives you a little "Magnifique~" and kisses your knuckles.

Your dates are very odd. one week it'll be a romantic picnic he preapred for you, the next you're hunting for Leonas together, and after that? movie night!

"Ah~ how delightful it must be to be graced with your beautiful viasge. How I long to be the lone tree stump that captured your affections so.

<3

-Rook Hunt"

Lilia Vanrouge

Another one of them "ara ara?? how interesting" types

He's a father, whose had practice with Silver

Lilia always encourages you to do your best, he usually knows when to stop pushing you to study or focus by looking into your eyes.

He's huge on affections (touch starved Lilia HC my beloved), so Lilia sometimes conveniently floats on by if you start to get drowsy.

He would rather stroke your hair to sleep over you resting on the uncomfortable wooden desks

Also kind of a weirdo who isnt tooo suprised about your high grades. He kind of assumed you were studying in your free time without him.

However, that does not mean he doesnt want to reward your great scores!! He'll cook for you :)

"I was thinking of making a lovely lasagna, with some cinnamon and jalapeño for color.... oh dear, you seem to have fallen asleep."

"honk shmimimimimim" -you, clearly faking it

He always feigns hurt when you reject his cooking, but he knows of his reputation in the kitchen.

Lilia often takes you to new places, usually museums, but sometimes your dates are in a forest he recently discovered within Diasomnia's grounds. like a goth picnic

He has a photo album of your dates together, although he has a page or two dedicated to his favorite spots you've napped on.

Lils is super accomodating, as long as you dont mind his suprise hugs and some light jumpscaring

"Haha got you, little bat!"

-Lilia, after successfully scaring the HELL out of you

[thebirdandthebee]

Delicate | Aemond Targaryen

This is just my second time writing for this universe, so I'm still learning! I think I am open to taking requests for Aemond as well if you're interested!

featuring | king!Aemond "One-Eye" Targaryen x Reader

length | 918 words (another shorty!)

synopsis | You take a tumble and Aemond is worried about your condition since you're such a soft girl

warnings | fluff + mention of blood

Aemond circled the map laid in front of him, hands clasped behind his back as Sir Criston looked on, observing his king.

Without announcement, a member of the Kingsguard entered the chamber, a worried expression on his face.

"My Grace,” he bowed his head, “there’s been an incident with the Queen.”

Aemond slammed his fist on the table before hastily exiting the room.

x x x 

A few tears escaped your eyes and you felt silly, but you were in pain. There was certainly no room for ‘toughening up’ as you grew up in a castle surrounded by brothers and guards. You lived a soft life – a delicate life, and even something like a scrape threw you entirely off your senses. But this was a step beyond a scrape, and you kept hiccups at bay as the maester applied the thin, viscous ointment to your exposed flesh.

“What’s happened?” Aemond swept into the room like a cool wind on a fall day with threat of a looming winter.

Looking up at your husband, the tears you’d managed to keep at bay spilled forth, face crumpling slightly. Aemond’s eye cut to Ser Noble, your dedicated member of the Queensguard.

“Speak,” he commanded.

“Aem,” you sniffled, wanting to take the heat off your Queensguard. It truly wasn’t Ser Noble’s fault.

“I said speak,” he insisted, taking a step toward your protector.

“My King,” Ser Noble began, “it was a true and honest mistake,” he added. Aemond’s expression of fury never faulted, especially at the hiccup you tried to stifle.

“Husband, please,” you pleaded. Aemond steeled his expression, approaching his wife as the maester finished wrapping your arm in a muslin cloth, fastening it gently.

“The Queen will be just fine in time, perhaps with a small scar,” the maester explained, “I will return to apply the salve in the morning and in the evening.” Aemond’s eyes tracked as the maester left the room.

“I will administer the salve,” the King scowled, to which the maester nodded curtly.

“Ser Noble, please take your leave,” you moused out, to Aemond’s displeasure.

“I believe Ser Noble still needs to regale me with how this came to be,” he frowned deeply.

“Ser Noble may go, please Aemond,” you insisted. The king acquiesced to your wishes and tracked the knight as he left your shared apartments.

Kneeling beside your seat on the chaise, he gently took your hand.

“What happened, my Queen?” He asked, trying his best to be softer, but still quite upset at the site of your blood. He firmly believed he should never see you bleed, your blood was far too precious.

“I…” you sniffled again, making his heart feel like lead. “I just wanted to play with the children,” you explained, “they were playing a game with a ball I’d sent to the home, kicking it about the courtyard,” you continued. “but my feet got caught up in my skirt and I fell to the ground, with only my arm to catch me.”

Aemond’s brows knit into a tight, blond bridge, but his anger began to slowly dissipate.

“And it hurts quite bad,” you emphasized, whimpering gently.

“Let me see,” Aemond said, gingerly grasping your wrist and bringing it up to his eye-level.

“Gentle,” you sniffled once more.

Aemond knew his wife was a fragile thing – gentle in make and demeanor – something he rather enjoyed about you. Your softness was a steep contrast to his sharp edges.

“I believe you’ll make a full recovery, my queen,” he whispered gently, reaching up to thumb away the crystalline tear on your cheek.

“I scared the children, and got blood on my favorite dress,” you pouted, “Gods Aemond it hurts so bad,” you whimpered. Aemond’s eye flickered down to your soft pink dress, noting the blood that stained the impossibly silky fabric, trimmed with gold trappings along the neckline.

“We’ll have a new one made, exactly the same,” he assured quietly. “And for the children, I assure you, those orphans have seen much worse,” he replied, pressing two soft kisses to your knuckles. “I believe it would be best for you to rest in bed,” he advised.

“Is that your recommendation, maester Aemond?” You asked quietly between sniffles, bringing a whisper of a smile to your husband’s face. “Come now, my little ward, let your King tuck you in,” he said, standing to his full height and stepping back, allowing you space to stand from the chaise. “Aemond,” you gasped as your King lifted you into his arms, mindful of your bandage as he carried you over to your bedchamber. 

“It’s alright,” he insisted, moving swiftly to the bed. Setting you gently atop your made bed, he quickly worked to elevate your arm before bringing you a glass and carafe of water. “What can I do?” He asked, noting the unfallen tears in your lashes.

“Hold me,” you murmured, that deep pout causing him heartache. Aemond carefully joined you in bed, and you were quick to turn into his body, bandaged arm slung over his middle.

“They were so scared, Aemond, it broke my heart,” you bit your lip, looking up at your husband from your place on his chest, the scent of his clothing bringing you comfort.

“The children will be just fine,” he replied, “I will see to it,” he added quietly.

“You’ll take care of me?” You asked quietly, big eyes still brimming with tears.

“Of course, my Queen.”

[tartagliove]

7:00pm

who knew that being friends with Kaveh meant befriending his friends—including the General Mahamatra?

cyno x reader ✧ 1.2k words fluff, mentions of a minor injury

If someone told you three months ago that you would be a regular guest at Kaveh and Alhaitham’s home, you would not believe them. But after working on a project with Kaveh, you have been slowly introduced to his friends, including the General Mahamatra. 

Cyno was intimidating and stoic at first, eyes of flame piercing through you. You struggled to talk to him, even in a group setting. His stoicism has not left, but you’ve learned to read him and are much more comfortable in his presence now.

Which is why you and Cyno are sitting across from each other at the living room table, stomachs full from dinner with your friends. Kaveh, Alhaitham, and Tighnari have moved into one of the studies to discuss something, but all your focus is on the Genius Invokation TCG cards and dice spread across the table. All the game pieces belong to Cyno. After you had asked him to teach you his favorite card game a week ago, he carefully curated a deck for you to start playing with so you could discover what playstyle you like before buying cards to form a deck of your own.

“I’ll use three Cryo points and have my Kaeya attack your Pyro Fatui agent with his skill.” You push three elemental dice toward the center of the table, then look up at Cyno. “I can do that, right?”

He inclines his head. “That falls within the rules of the game.”

“Oh, good.” You move to withdraw your hand, but Cyno’s eyes narrow and he quickly reaches out, fingers wrapping around your own. He pulls your hand toward himself, making you stretch a bit awkwardly over the table. “C-cyno?”

“You’re hurt,” he says. “What happened?”

You look down at your hand, held in his warm grasp. Dirty bandages wrap haphazardly around your pointer and middle fingers, tied in a messy knot at the end. Under Cyno’s sharp gaze, embarrassment makes your face hot at the sloppiness of your work.

“I scraped my knuckles while working on a project,” you tell him. “It was a bit hard to bandage everything up with only one hand.” 

Cyno lets go of your hand at your explanation. “I see.” 

You sit back in your chair, noticing how your hand suddenly feels colder. Blowing  out a breath, you look at the card game before you. “Anyway, it’s your move.”

Cyno is quick to have his Diluc card attack your Kaeya. But when you start thinking about how to retaliate, he stands up. “I’ll be back,” he says to the wide-eyed look you give him.

“Okay,” is all you manage to respond with before he leaves, walking into the study. You can hear his steady voice interrupting your friends’ conversation, though you can’t quite make out the words.

You try to turn your attention to the cards in front of you. There aren’t enough elemental dice with the right elements for you to use your cards’ special attacks, so…what was it that Cyno said you could do? You don’t remember. Sighing, you gingerly cross your arms on top of your cards and rest your head on them. Your eyes flutter shut.

“If you’re tired, we can end the game here and continue another time.”

Cyno’s reappearance surprises you into jolting upright, messing up your cards. You look down at them with a pout on your lips. “Yeah… I think I might need to head home and rest soon.”

Instead of sitting back down across from you, Cyno settles right next to you. He places a wooden box onto the table and flips open the lid, revealing a collection of bandages, small jars of salve and medicine, and cleaning alcohol.

“Wait, what-”

Cyno doesn’t let you fully express your confusion. “I’m dressing your wounds properly,” he states. He holds your gaze, unwavering stare letting you know that he will not budge on this.

You can’t help but squirm a little, eyes flickering away as you lift your hand and rest it on his outstretched one. His hand is warm and rough, calloused and scarred from all the battles he’s fought. Yet he is gentle as he unwraps your bandages, cleans your cuts, and carefully spreads a healing salve over them. 

The salve stings, but your attention is drawn to his long eyelashes as you study him. They cast a slight shadow onto his cheeks, although his bangs partially obscure one eye from view as he looks down at your hand. From the slight furrow between his brows, you assume that the limited vision bothers him. 

Without fully thinking about it, you brush his bangs back with your free hand, tucking the hair behind his ear. He looks up at the action, warm orange eyes meeting your own.

“I was just- you looked annoyed about your hair being in your eyes,” you explain. Your face burns under the indecipherable look that Cyno gives you.

“It did not bother me,” he says as he unravels a spool of bandages from the box. His fingers are nimble, deftly wrapping the white strips of cloth around your wounds in tidy loops. “I was concerned about your injuries; they’re worse than I thought they would be. You are skilled at your work, but please take care. If this happens again, tell me. I will bandage your wounds for you.”

Butterflies dance in your stomach. “O-okay, Cyno. You did take care of my cuts better than I could.” Looking down at your fingers, neat knots tie the two ends of each bandage together, ensuring that the cloth will not loosen as you work tomorrow. “Thank you,” you tell him softly. Then, because you don’t know if your heart can take any more of this—of being so close to him and tended to like something precious—you stand. “I should head home now.”

Cyno dips his head in acknowledgement and releases your hand. You immediately feel colder. He stands as well, tilting his head toward the door. “It’s late. Let me escort you home.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh, you don’t have to do that! It’s only a bit after seven, and others are still here, after all.”

He shakes his head, grabbing his cloak from the back of his chair and sweeping it over his shoulders. “I insist. I will return later for my cards.”

Cyno, abandoning his Genius Invokation cards to walk you home? That is something you never dreamed of. Yet it makes you indescribably happy for reasons you are not quite ready to admit to yourself, so all you do is smile helplessly at his adamance. 

“Alright then,” you say as Cyno opens the front door, falling in beside you as you step out on the lamp-lit streets of Sumeru City. “Thank you for walking me home.”

Cyno acknowledges your thanks with a nod of his head. He stays by your side all the way to your home, where he waits to hear the lock turn behind you in your front door before he returns to Alhaitham’s home. As he walks alone, all he can think of is the feeling of your hand in his own.

He’d like to feel that again.

requested by @auraxins for my camping event. reblogs and comments are much appreciated!

[snailpebbles]

First View - LN4

Pairing: Lando Norris x streamer! reader

Summary: Lando stumbles into your stream as your only viewer and decides he'll stay for a bit. Or forever. *This will be a series! hopefully!*

wc: 1.4k

tags: straight fluff, love at first sight IM SORRY, Lando is horrendously down bad, reader is just vibing

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Lando was bored. He’d just flown back to Monaco after the Belgian Grand Prix, electing to wipe the entire thing from his mind like usual. Max was busy, instagram is dry, and tiktok has long since lost its luster. After doom scrolling for a prolonged amount of time he decides to go to hell with it and open Twitch. He hadn’t opened the app in months; not since his last stream. He should probably get back to that..nah. 

Once opened he’s met with the usual flurry of same old same old, and the bored begins to creep up on him once more. Until he stumbles upon a streamer with zero viewers and potentially one of the most gorgeous faces he’s ever seen. As he clicks on the window and your face is brought to fill a decent size of his screen, Lando realizes he is now truly in the presence of what must be an angel. Sure your camera is absolute shite and you’re doing nothing; staring at your phone as your game sharing screen is black, but he knows he’d be content watching for hours.

You stay silent for a little longer until you glance up, making Landos rapid heart come to a full stop as you meet his eyes unintentionally. You’re absolutely captivating he realizes, even more so when you freeze and awkwardly laugh upon noticing your lone viewer. As you shyly wave and fix the seemingly handmade blue beanie on your head Lando makes a quickfire decision that he’ll just stay here. Forever. With you. 

“Uhm..hello?” You start awkwardly, clearing your throat as you turn your phone off. Internally he curses himself for not switching to a different account, now he can’t type without giving away his identity. Damnit. “Sorry, I’ll actually start playing something now!” The laugh that bubbles from you fills his heart and rings in his mind akin to wedding bells. Wow, he’s down bad. 

He watches curiously as you disregard the games on your desktop and open a new tab, typing in…CoolMathGames? Huh? 

“This is some hardcore gaming if you ask me.” You mumble, shitty laptop microphone making your voice all crackly. He doesn’t care, you sound angelic to him. You load up Papa’s Cupcakeria to reveal a level thirteen save. A smile spreads across his lips at how insanely adorable he finds this to be. 

Once you begin playing Lando takes the chance to analyze a new side of you. As you play you squint, so maybe you need glasses or that singular light isn’t enough for you? Your lips purse when you concentrate and he’s overwhelmed with the need to kiss their chapped state. While you wait for the orders to come through you chew on your bottom lip, digging into the soft flesh there unknowingly. Lando notices, of course he does, and now the little imperfections he can barely make out make a little more sense. How often do you do this and would you let him kiss it better? 

Jesus Lando get a grip.

He stays on your stream for awhile, chin resting in hand as he listens to the silly games music and your quiet comments and cheers of success whenever you get a ‘perfect’ on icing. Never once has he felt so..comfortable. It’s like you’re a salve for all the stress he’s felt over the past season, disentangling his nerves with every lopsided grin and huff of a laugh. It’s obvious to him that you’re hyper aware of his presence, ironic considering his own peaceful state. 

After going up three more levels and a whole lot of not so silent cursing at customers with annoyingly long orders, you hesitantly speak to him.

“Uhm, I’m gonna be heading off now..? Thank you for sticking around for so long though!” He feels butterflies erupt in his stomach as you speak directly to him, your one man audience that’s embarrassingly enamored by your soft-spoken words and pixelated face cam feed. That feeling is quickly replaced by an overwhelming dread once he remembers he hasn’t said anything! At all!

How does he be suave? Cool? What is the one chat he could send that’ll make you visibly swoon and instantly feel how he does?

Hey! Super cool stream, would love to see some more haha! 

Oh my God what was that!? 

“Thank you..that’s really sweet.” You smile at him and he feels like the Sun has just finally shined down on him, blessing him with warmth. “I’ll make sure I stream tomorrow, just for you.” You promise, winking smoothly at the camera. Sure it lags and your voice comes through choppily, but Christ he’s never felt so giddy. Not since Miami at least. 

The stream cuts off and unfortunately for him, doesn’t save. Now he feels cursed, staring at the empty screen like you’ll magically stream once more and provide that safe haven again. He reluctantly closes his laptop after following you and turning on notifications, no longer caring about the repercussions for doing so on his public persona account. 

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The next day comes and every notification has Lando on edge. On multiple occasions he’s tripped over himself trying to reach his phone only to see some pity attempt from the F1 admin needing content. 

He leaves them on read like almost every other driver.

Towards the end of the night, it finally happens. With an excited grin he clicks on the notification, heartbeat speeding up as your face appears in the bottom of the laptop screen. You laugh as you seen your viewer count instantly tick to ‘1’ and wave. 

“Well hi..I’m assuming this is the same dude from last time?” A smile spreads across your face and you glow, fixing that same stupid beanie on your head even though it’s definitely too big for you. 

Yep, just me. Promise i’m not a creep!

Was that stupid? Creepy? Lando manages to fully panic in the two seconds of lag time it takes for your answer to come through.

“Alright..Lando? I’m going off your user here.” As you speak you load up the same game as last time, starting a new day. “Any particular reason you’re watching me, a rando, stream a game on a kids learning site?” 

It’s too dumb to say that you’re comfortable like a hug, or make him feel all gooey and warm inside with a simple flash of that pretty smile. It’s too forward to type how he thinks you’re the most beautiful existence yet, or that he couldn’t go on living without basking in your presence for at least a little. 

you’re a good streamer, very nice

Nice? That’s the best he could do? Christ this is horrible, you’re going to frown and he'll crumble to the floor never to be seen again-

“That’s really good to hear, hopefully you’ll keep feeling comfy.” You chuckle, taking his words to heart as a simple compliment instead of what they are: a bumbling love confession. “I’ll just be doing the same thing, but I can talk if you’d like..? Sorry, very new to this.”

do what you want, comfort streamer

Well that was cheesy and embarrassing, what if he weirds you out? You seem happy though, smiling brighter and even through the pixels he can see your subtle fidgeting. Maybe this won’t be too bad, as long as he chills the fuck out.

You continue playing, this time talking with him about everything and nothing. College, your classes, that one asshole in third, how disgusting fish is (this made him fall hard), and the intricacies of dating. Lando believes he was a tad obvious on that one, but after confirming that he’s the same age as you and not some creepy old dude or whatever, you seem to be reciprocating just a little. Or maybe he’s delusional.

Max would say the second one, even after everything. 

Eventually you do have to go, but promise to stream again soon and tell him all the gossip that's sure to happen after your sister's wedding. The screen goes black once more, you having gained five levels in the time you two had spent talking the others ear off. He sits back in his chair with a goofy grin, feeling like he’s well and truly relaxed. You’d gotten all shy when he’d mentioned how comfortable you’d felt to him. Like a soft pillow were his exact words, ones he agonized over for ten minutes afterwards in strict embarrassment even as you giggled. 

He’d wait as long as you like, internally promising himself to never miss a stream and keep you as his newest haven. Him as your biggest supporter and you as a warm beacon of calm. 

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a/n: okay so this will be multiple parts, pinkie promise! I love them a lot even though I didn't get to show much of them much this chapter smh.

[yandereunsolved]

˚⊱⚔️⊰˚ Yandere Maegor The Cruel ˚⊱⚔️⊰˚

"You are trying to kill my children! How selfish can a whore like you be? I own your body, and your soul is mine! Why do you play these pitiful games of yours? I care not of the magic of your so-called 'modern world'. You are here now, and here you shall stay. Even into the afterlife, you shall never escape my clutches." 

His hands lift you from your limp position against a wall adorned with your blood. It was almost gentle. It was always gentle after he finished his... his... tantrums. It almost made you chuckle, but you didn't. Portraying any emotion but pure reverence on your face would surely get you back into the fetal position, and ten times as bloody.

"My love, do you not care about our children? I understand what this is. This is your hormones making you mad. I'll have to kill all those damned maesters. Don't worry; I will hire new ones for us. Those bastards obviously don't know how to take care of your body like I do. Moon tea—fucking ridiculous. They went against my word and dragged you into it."

You felt his words soften, his delusions walking the thin line between your life and death. You simply had to play in and hope you'd win.

He'd drag you back to his bed, and he would use you till the morrow. Only then would he finally allow you a momentary rest. You can practically feel the soothing salves and numbing cream rubbed over your barely recognizable figure.

Then it'll start all over again. 

You do something small wrong, and suddenly he's a breath away from taking your dignity away in front of his entire council.

You'll survive, not because you want to, but because you want to be the one to stick a fucking sword down his throat and watch him choke on his own blood.

[faghubby]

Sorry, I will be a good boi

"Paul, you ruined my skirt!" Lisa yelled as she walked in my room.

"What? All I did was wash it for you" I shot back annoyed she was angry.

"That's it I am so fucking done with you" she swore. I realized I had fucked up. I couldn't let her break up with me. Not only did I love her she paid for everything. I was trying to get my business off the ground for the past 6 months. But I had not made a dime.

"Lisa wait, baby I am sorry. I fucked up" I said pulling her into my arms.

"You always fuck up. Never learn" she shot back pushing me away.

"I know my mom always said the same thing" I told her.

"Yeah, how did she get you to learn?" She asked.

"A big belt" I laughed. Lisa's eyes widened. She grabbed my waist and took off my belt.

"Drop your pants" she told me.

"Babe, I was joking" I laughed.

"I'm not, drop them or get your shit and get out" she yelled. She was serious. I had no place to go. I hesitated but she was impatient. I dropped my pants and boxers. Lisa pushed me over the bed. Without warning the first blow struck my ass. I jumped up.

"I swear to god, if you don't stick your ass back in the air I am going to cut your balls off" Lisa said. I bent back over she let 15 lashes sting across my ass.

"Holy shit that was so hot" Lisa moaned as she quickly stripped and laid on the bed. She pulled my head between her thighs. I licked and sucked her pussy. I had never witnessed her so wet. She moaned and rocked as I made her cum. I quickly mounted her and fucked her as well.

My ass still burning. Lisa now in a much better mood. Saw my ass and felt bad. She grabbed some salve as she applied it her finger slid across my asshole. I moaned. I had not meant to bit I did. Lisa had noticed right away and was soon rubbing her finger against my asshole. I was rock hard again.

"I think you like when I take charge" Lisa teased. She stopped and let me get dressed. But teased me about it for a few days.

"How's your butt?" Lisa asked one morning rubbing me from behind.

"Better" I replied trying not to burn her eggs.

"You seemed to remember things better the last few days" she commented. "Prehaps I need to take a firm hand with you from now on" with that she handed me a list of chores to do today.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Well since I make the money around here I think it's time you started doing your share around here" Lisa told me kissed me goodbye and was off to work. I was a bit annoyed that she expected me to do all this today. I blew it off and spent the morning playing video games. I did do some of the list in the afternoon. Got about half of it done.

When Lisa came home she didn't say a word. She walked up all lovey like and removed my belt. When she yanked my pants and underwear down I knew what she was up to.

"Lisa wait" I pleaded as she bent me over the counter. The first blow again shocked me but I stayed in place as another 19 rained down. Jumped on the counter and had me orally please her again.

"You are going to learn your place" she told me. She didn't let me fuck her. Instead she grabbed the salve and applied it to my ass. This time her finger probed my ass. She fingered me as I tried not to moan.

I got another list the next morning from a less loving wife. I didn't complain instead worked hard to make sure to complete it. Taking great care in how it was done as well.

"You did well" Lisa praised me. She gave me list every morning. Some simple errands, some cleaning, and some where as simple as writing a thank letter to someone. But she rebuffed any move I made toward sex. Buy the end of the week I was pretty horny and found myself checking out porn on my phone. It started as simple hot woman bit found myself searching for dominant woman. And masterbated to a nakedman being spanked by a woman in a business suit.

Lisa took the lead that night. She hardly ever initiated sex. But she not only initiated but insisted on being on top. She gave me instructions on what to do. Making me focus on her pleasure. This excited me more then I would like to admit.

"That was very nice" Lisa told me as she spooned me after. Her hand slid down my back and she rubbed my asshole.

"Would you like to try some anal play sometime? I read some guys really love it" Lisa whispered in my ear.

"No, I am not" I started to get angry but stopped as she pushed her finger into my ass.

"Shh, be a good boy. And be honest" Lisa corrected me.

"I don't know" I wimpered "it feels good but I not" I continued

"It's okay just to enjoy yourself" Lisa worked in a second finger. I lifted my ass giving her better access.

"From now on you are going to except my rule around here" Lisa told me. She continued for a few minutes then stopped. And we cuddled till we fell asleep.

I woke late Lisa already up. I found her in the kitchen making breakfast. As we sat down to eat. Lisa took my hand.

"I want you to understand. You need this" Lisa said softly

"You don't mean another spanking" I said wide eyed.

"No baby, I was doing some research and think you need a firm hand. Have you ever heard of a Female Led Marriage?" I just shook my head.

"It basically means I am in charge, of everything. You will do as you are told" she explained. "And if you don't there will be punishments. But also rewards for behavior, I will establish a list of rules you are to follow" she continued. "Now honey there is no saying no to this. I believe it is our only way forward, so you agree or move out" I nodded.

"Good now go do the dishes" she shooed me away. Lisa sent me a list of rules and explanations. I sat down and read them carefully.

I was now in charge of all domestic duties. From grocery shopping to scubbing floors.

All plans, commitments and or vacations where solely up to Lisa to approve

I was to wear only things Lisa approved. This included grooming, hair style. And what after shave I could use.

I was not to disagree with her in public ever. And in private although I could calmly express my opinion she would decide if it had any merit.

I was to give back rubs, foot rubs, even manicures if Lisa so wished.

I would take a cooking course because I would now be making all meals.

And sex. I was not to innate sex, ask for sex, or expect any sexual satisfaction. Porn was also now banned. This included pictures of scantily clothed woman. I was not to masterbate without permission

She laid out rewards, such as taking me out, buying me something nice.

Punishments could be spankings, timeouts

I asked questions but Lisa told me it was non negotiatqble. I agreed

Lisa stripped me naked and bent me over the kitchen counter where she used a wooden spoon to spank me 25 times. As a way of my agreeing to the new marriage. Lisa was patient at first correcting things I did not to her standards. She picked out my clothes everyday. No more sweats and sloppy tees. I was clean shaven everyday as well. The rule I broke was no masterbation. When Lisa came home that night she was mad. She had set up cameras in every room I had not known about.

"Don't even say a word" Lisa said as she walked in the house. "Naked now" she ordered.

"Think I don't know when you play with yourself" she scolded. She grabbed the belt and had me count as 25 smacks ran across my ass. As held me after she had grabbed the salve. But her fingers instantly went into my hole.

"You love when I play with you like this" Lisa smiled. I just nodded. As she figer fucked me. I was stunned when my dick started to leak oozing onto her slacks. She didn't stop until I stopped oozing. She then took a wet wipe and cleaned me. Before she fiddled with something then I heard a click. I looked down to see my penis in a cage.

"That way you won't play with my penis anymore" she told me. Over dinner I remained naked. As she asked about how it felt when she milked me. I had never heard the term and did my best to explain it. I got under the table and licked her an orgasm as she had dessert.

After that Lisa got very strick. She wanted my body free of hair other then the top of my head. She started calling me her little sissy boi. She bought a toy to use on my ass instead of her fingers. And another I could use on her. Since mine was locked up.

About two weeks of being locked I got frustrated and raised my voice. I got to wear a butt plug all night and a ball gag to make sure I remained quiet. I didn't even know she had these things. I also found myself bound naked to the bed as a time out when she went out with her friend for the evening. The more she pushed the more submissive I became. I found it all so exciting.

One evening she came home late , smelled of booze. She lifted her dress and wore no panties. She pulled my head to her sex. I sensed it was different right away.

"Do it! Suck his cum out of me" Lisa demanded. Pushing my face against her. She rubbed herself all over my face. Before she headed to the bathroom to be sick. I cleaned her up and put her to bed.

In the morning I went to check back to check on her.

"You are a cuckold now" she told me. I knew the term and lowered my head I wanted to cry. She motioned me to join her in bed.

"Shh, baby I am never going to unlock you. You love it too much when I milk you" she told me her hand patting my ass.

"Get naked" she said suddenly. I got up and did as she asked.

"What if I told you to put on a pair of my panties?" She asked. I looked down at the floor.

"Pick out a pair" Lisa said plainly. I went to her drawer. Not her everyday panty drawer. For some reason I went to wear she kept her sexy lingerie. I picked up a black lace pair of panties. Lisa smiled.

"Put them on"

I did as told she had me join her in bed again as she shopped online for panties in my size. She also bought a few other items such as a strapon. But mostly panties. Lisa saw her lover again that night. This time when she came home I was still in her panties and nothing else as I licked and slurped her cum filled pussy.

At the six month anniversary of our new FLM she bought me an engagement ring and had me get a tattoo on my ass that said property of Lisa in sparkling purple. I got her a smaller cage to lock me in. She says maybe at the one year she will unlock me. I actually don't care anymore. Most of our friends know I am locked and wear panties. Family just think I am whipped and have no backbone.

Lisa never introduces me to her lovers. But sometimes gives me details as I lick thier cum out of her.

[realisticjupiter]

Summary: Chishiya missed you after a game.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Warnings: unprotected piv (wrap it b4 u tap it!!), creampie, that's kinda it, but lmk if any other's. ( no mention of y/n )

Word count: 2,227

You were sat on your bed, a book between your fingers as you waved your eyes left to right between pages.

Your door creaked open, which caught your attention as you looked up to see Chishiya walking in, his head was down as he shut the door behind him.

"Hi." You greeted him, watching as he avoided eye contact and sat at the edge of the bed.

You raised a brow and looked around, confused why he was acting a bit strange. I guess strange isn't the word for it. He was always silent, but always with his head up.

"Chishiya..?" You spoke again, hoping to finally catch his attention.

You sat your book down and crawled over to where he sat, sitting on your heels as he finally turned to you, looking up through his eye lashes.

"I haven't seen you all day." He stated, catching your gaze and staring into your eyes.

You scoffed, looking down on him. "Yeah. I didn't feel like playing. But, I still have plenty of visa days." You grinned, watching as his eyes drifted around your body.

He didn't care that he could see he eyes exploring you, he did this every time he saw you. You thought he was just a pervert; couldn't help himself. But he just liked the view, the thought of you being his, the thought of being the only person you'd allow to see you stripped of clothing.

"How was the game?" You whispered, your fingers slightly grazing his clothed arm, snaking up to his neck. Your fingers slid beneath his hair and placed your palm on the back of his neck.

Your touch made him smirk, his eyes going up to your face. "Glad you weren't there, you would've died." He said matter-a-factly, although his voice was sharp and well thought out, his body was melting to your tender touch.

"You're probably right." You smiled, leaning your head down in an angle to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

He quickly obliged and rested into the kiss, bringing one of his hands out of his pockets to place behind your head to push you further.

After a second, you pulled your lips apart with a lazy smile. "How much did you miss me?" You muttered.

"I don't know how you want me to answer that." He replied, his voice nonchalant as he kept his eyes on your own.

You scoffed as you leaned back down to press another kiss, this time softer, more passionate than the last.

When you pulled back an inch to look at his face, his eyes were still closed like he was registering and trying to keep the touch of your lips still on his, even though they weren't.

You almost laughed but put your lips back onto his in a pity manner, putting more effort into it this time. Chishiya had all intentions of keeping the kiss soft and organized, he was never messy.

He brought his hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear, and rested his palm on your cheek. His other hand found its place on your waist.

He could feel you pushing deeper into the kiss, but he tried what he could to get you to slow down. When you nibbled on his bottom lip and moved your tongue eagerly around his lips, he couldn't deny it.

His mouth parted for you to slide your tongue inside, exploring his mouth as he let you.

Chishiya wasn't one to be sloppy, he chose to be clean and organized because it had always been better that way. Being messy never had any pros and found no point in it.

You however, you always enjoyed the messy aspects of being intimate. The sloppy kisses that ended in salvia all around each other's mouths, the look of pussy drunk on Chishiya's face when he gets up from between your thighs with you still on his tongue.

Although you've never actually seen him pussy drunk, you've had your fantasies.

"Chishiya," You panted, watching the string of saliva follow you as you pulled away.

"Hm?" Chishiya hummed, bringing his thumb to swipe across your bottom lip and using the back of his hand to wipe the salvia off his lips as well.

"Need you..." You muttered, sliding your palms up his chest and to his shoulders.

He smirked, in his mind calling you pathetic for even admitting that. But he thought about his reply, like he did with every response. "I know you do." He finally said, cupping his hands on your waist.

"You always say that." You said, a smirk of your own on your face. Your thumb and your index finger gripped onto his zipper, all intentions of pulling down; but your body felt frozen and you were unable to move.

"Here," He mumbled, looking down to where your hands were placed. He moved his hands towards yours, making you move them so he could pull his zipper himself.

You watched as he pushed his jacket off his shoulders, eyeing his figure and oblivious to the way he was looking at you as he let his jacket drop to the floor.

Your eyes moved to his, you smiled at the way he stared at you. Almost admiration in his eyes, pupils blown out with pure lust, and that glint in his eye that always told you he was up to something.

You let out a breath, the sound of it almost felt like relief when you bit down on your bottom lip.

You found yourself getting closer to Chishiya. Your legs finding their way to either sides of his thighs to straddle his lap. Your lips moved to his ear to whisper, "I'm all yours."

Chishiya's eyes widened and glistened with anticipation. His Cheshire grin was wider than before, with a poor attempt to hide his expressions beneath his nonchalant one. He hid his face in your neck, quickly nipping at the soft skin.

You gasped at the small bite he made with his teeth, his hands moving down your waist to grab handfuls of your ass.

He manipulated your body, pushing you into the bulge in his pants with a soft groan. You moaned at the feel, and even the thought of having that effect on someone as nonchalant, closed off, and cold, as the man in front of you.

Your hands moved from his shoulders to his face, cupping his cheeks. When he didn't bother to look up at you and continued to bite and leave marks on your neck. You took it into your own hands (literally) to move a hand to the back of his head and grip onto his hair. You pulled on it, a pained groan coming from his mouth but you ignored it by slamming your lips into his.

"I'm tender headed." He mumbled, complaining about the grip you had in-between the kiss.

"Sorry." You responded, releasing your grip on his hair to push his shoulders down to fall with him as his back hit the mattress.

Your hips pressed into his bulge, pressing down to earn sounds that sounded pornographic coming from his mouth, vibrating the sloppy kiss.

You pulled away to sit up, a proud grin on your face as you looked down at him. His eyes lazy, and his kissed lips agape with heavy breathing.

Your hand trailed to your back, pulling the string that connected your bikini top. You pulled it down, throwing it to the side as his eyes admired your figure. His thumb massaged circles into your waist, finding himself subconsciously snaking his hand up to cup your breast, slightly squeezing it.

"You're beautiful." He murmured under his breath, his eyes moving from your chest to your face to see the small smile that was plastered on your face.

"Glad you think so." You responded, bending down to peck his lips before whispering, "It would've been real awkward if you didn't."

Chishiya chuckled in reply, smiling and raising his brows as if to say 'that's true' without speaking.

His hand moved back to your waist, both of his hands squeezing your hips as a warning before turning you both over. You yelped at the sudden movement but let out a laugh when you saw the way he looked at you.

He was worried for a second; the yelp didn't sound like his definition of fun. But when he noticed your mouth curve back into a smile he let out a breath of relief, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

Your face softened at the touch, the realization that this didn't feel like a one time thing, like you usually felt during this. He seemed too soft, so intimate but so gentle by the way he pulled back to catch your reaction.

His brows furrowed when his view hit your face, "Why do you look like that?" He blurted.

"I don't--I don't know." You muttered. Your stomach was fluttering, your face bright red with blush and you hadn't even noticed the way you looked at him, the look he saw as well.

"You okay?" He asked, raising a brow. His elbows were weak beneath him with the way he was holding himself to hover over you.

"No." You admitted, but before anyone could say anything else you grabbed his face and slammed your mouth into his, making a quick turn to sloppy.

He let his elbows buckle beneath him, falling further onto you. He moved his free hand down your waist, feeling you shiver beneath him. He dipped two fingers into your bikini bottoms, yanking them down your body.

When it hit your knees you pulled them off yourself with your feet, your hands still occupied on his face and your mind lost in his taste, smell, touch; all your senses over loaded with just him.

He grinded his clothed cock on your now naked core, a small gasp falling from your mouth and into the kiss, granting a smirk from Chishiya.

He quickly pulled his pants down, not able to wait any longer. He grabbed ahold of his cock, giving it a few pumps before dragging it in-between your folds, gathering your arousal on his leaking tip.

He raised his brows at how wet you were, catching him by surprise in all honesty. It made him even harder at the thought of having this effect on you.

"Fuck, Chishiya. Hurry up." You groaned, grazing your lips together.

He hadn't realized how long he'd been teasing you for, with a hum he finally sunk into you. With every inch you let out a soft sound of pleasure that made him go deeper.

The stretch of his cock and the way he slightly grazed your cervix made your hands slam onto the bed to gather handfuls of the sheets. He stayed still, waiting for you to tell him to move with a weak moan.

He couldn't wait any longer, he took it upon himself to pull in and out of you, quickly catching a steady rhythm to push inside you.

"Oh, God!" You moaned, throwing your head back and arching your back into him.

"So tight," He whispered into your ear. "And--Shit, so wet." He groaned, holding onto the sheets above your head.

The more he went on, the harder his thrusts got. He couldn't control himself, drowning in the sounds of skin slapping skin and your moans that made his head spin.

You moved your hands to his back, pushing himself into your chest and digging your nails into him, "Faster, Chishiya." You whimpered, your legs moving to wrap around his waist.

Your entire body hugged him, feeling his warmth and the pleasure he brought you. But you felt the need to be closer, wanting to be one person intertwined forever.

His hips hit yours, moving to your request as new sounds of the bed hitting the wall moving through his ears.

"Gonna cum inside you," He moaned, "It'll feel so good, I promise." Chishiya added, his hips stuttering inside you, feeling you tighten around him.

His dick pulsated inside you, your mind hazed in pleasure and lust, unable to even open your eyes. The moment you felt him paint your insides in cum, you followed with a loud moan, your body coming off the bad and your hands slamming back into the bed.

Chishiya let his body weight fall onto you, uneasy and heavy breaths coming from his mouth as he felt your heartbeat on his skin.

"You're too good, f' me." You laughed, your hands going back to his back to rub the scratches you left him.

"No." He whispered, his hot breath hitting your ear as his chest moved up and down against yours.

Chishiya took one final breath before he attempted to get up, but you used your nails to push him back down with your eyebrows knitted together.

"Not yet," You pleaded, letting your eyes shut. "Just a while longer."

His eyes moved down to where you were still connected, but sighed in defeat when he felt your legs tighten around his waist, he wasn't one to argue. Especially, since all he could think about was your velvet walls tightened around him.

And all you could think about was the way his dick rested inside of you, humming in content and a soft smile on your face.

reposts and comments are appreciated<3

[nyxelestia]

Kinktober, Angstober, Flufftober, Whumptober, and Inktober 2024

Collecting the five biggest promptober events' prompts in one list for people who like to mix and match between challenges.

Kinktober: This year, there is no official kinktober prompt list, but multiple lists for various fandoms and individual blogs. For this post, I am using this list from Reddit, put together by u/Random_Stuff10 using past kink lists and kink generators.

Angstober: 2024 Prompt List Tumblr Post @angstober

Flufftober: 2024 Prompt List Tumblr Post @flufftober (warning: no custom theme, so you must be logged in to Tumblr to view)

Whumptober: 2024 Prompt List Tumblr Post @whumptober

Inktober: Rules and Prompt Page

Inktober not included as it is trademarked.

Prompts Organized By Day

Day 01

Kinktober 1. Edging | Harness | Oviposition Angstober 1. Again Flufftober 1. Lost Pet Meet Cute Whumptober 1. RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK | Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.) Inktober 1. Backpack

Day 02

Kinktober 2. Threesome | Dehumanization | Watersports Angstober 2. Countdown Flufftober 2. “Left. Other left!” Whumptober 2. TRUST ISSUES | Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster) Inktober 2. Discover

Day 03

Kinktober 3. Vibrator | Crossdressing | Breeding Angstober 3. Self-Destruction Flufftober 3. Favorite Scent Whumptober 3. SET UP FOR FAILURE | Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you." Inktober 3. Boots

Day 04

Kinktober 4. Knotting | Impact | Virginity Angstober 4. Blood Flufftober 4. Market Day Whumptober 4. HALLUCINATIONS | Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More) Inktober 4. Exotic

Day 05

Kinktober 5. Non-con | Fisting | Masturbation Angstober 5. Do Better Flufftober 5. Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone Whumptober 5. SUNBURN | Healing Salve | Heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House) Inktober 5. Binoculars

Day 06

Kinktober 6. Suspension Play | Kidnapping | S&M Angstober 6. Medication Flufftober 6. Mistaken Identity Whumptober 6. NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED | Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood." Inktober 6. Trek

Day 07

Kinktober 7. A/B/O | Daddy Kink | Mind control Angstober 7. “You Still Don’t Get It.” Flufftober 7. Hoodie Weather Whumptober 7. ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES | Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them." Inktober 7. Passport

Day 08

Kinktober 8. Slave Training | Orgy | Belly Bulge Angstober 8. Growing Pains Flufftober 8. Chopping and Piling Wood Whumptober 8. SLEEP DEPRIVATION | Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight) Inktober 8. Hike

Day 09

Kinktober 9. Praise Kink | Sharing | Stuck In a Wall Angstober 9. Promise Flufftober 9. “Don’t do that!” — “But…” Whumptober 9. OBSESSION | Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible) Inktober 9. Sun

Day 10

Kinktober 10. Aphrodisiacs | 69 | Tentacles Angstober 10. Humiliation Flufftober 10. Bet, Game, Contest Whumptober 10. BLOW TO THE HEAD | Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight." Inktober 10. Nomadic

Day 11

Kinktober 11. Dirty Talk | Blow Jobs | Uniform Angstober 11. Wake Up Flufftober 11. Ingredients & Spells Whumptober 11. SEEING DOUBLE | Convenience Store | Loneliness | “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.” (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs) Inktober 11. Snacks

Day 12

Kinktober 12. Overstimulation | Anal Sex | Temperature Play Angstober 12. Rotten Touch Flufftober 12. “This is spooky.” — “Really?” Whumptober 12. STARVATION | Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more." Inktober 12. Remote

Day 13

Kinktober 13. Dom/Sub | Branding | Body Modification Angstober 13. Shaking Flufftober 13. Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room Whumptober 13. TEAM AS A FAMILY | Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime) Inktober 13. Horizon

Day 14

Kinktober 14. Breath Play | Evil Twin | Double penetration in one hole Angstober 14. Only Around You Flufftober 14. Fantasy AU / Mundane AU Whumptober 14. LEFT FOR DEAD | Hunting Gear | Blackmail | “Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted” (tiLLie, kooL aiD mAn) Inktober 14. Roam

Day 15

Kinktober 15. Double Penetration | Orgasm Denial | urethra penetration Angstober 15. False Hope Flufftober 15. “What are you wearing?” — “It’s laundry day!” Whumptober 15. CHILDHOOD TRAUMA | Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?" Inktober 15. Guidebook

Day 16

Kinktober 16. Glory Hole | Captivity | Object insertion Angstober 16. No One Else To Turn To Flufftober 16. Yes, No, Maybe Whumptober 16. NECROSIS | Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything." Inktober 16. Grungy

Day 17

Kinktober 17. Spanking | Fucking Machine | Gags Angstober 17. “Shhh…” Flufftober 17. Only One Bed Whumptober 17. NOWHERE ELSE TO GO | Ruined Map | Shipwrecked | "We had a good run." Inktober 17. Journal

Day 18

Kinktober 18. Dub-Con | Pregnancy | Cock Warming Angstober 18. Falling Stars Flufftober 18. Bewitched Whumptober 18. REVENGE | Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes) Inktober 18. Drive

Day 19

Kinktober 19. Degradation | Knife Play | Anonymous Sex Angstober 19. Tear-Stained Cheek Flufftober 19. Yarn Whumptober 19. BLOOD TRAIL | Abandoned Cabin | One Way Out | "Is there anybody alive out there?" (Bruce Springsteen, Radio Nowhere) Inktober 19. Ridge

Day 20

Kinktober 20. Oral Fixation | Honeymoon | Shower Sex Angstober 20. Spare Me Flufftober 20. Paw Whumptober 20. EMOTIONAL ANGST | Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault." Inktober 20. Uncharted

Day 21

Kinktober 21. Triple Penetration | Exposed | Hate sex Angstober 21. Abandoned Flufftober 21. Bonfire Whumptober 21. BODY HORROR | Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye) Inktober 21. Rhinoceros

Day 22

Kinktober 22. Somnophilia | Humiliation | Size Difference Angstober 22. Crocodile Tears Flufftober 22. Heirloom Whumptober 22. BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES | Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good." Inktober 22. Camp

Day 23

Kinktober 23. Dominance | Lactation | Sex Pollen Angstober 23. Safe/Unsafe Flufftober 23. Stormy Night Whumptober 23. FORCED CHOICE | Public Display | Broken Pedestal | "I'm doing this for you." Inktober 23. Rust

Day 24

Kinktober 24. Sensory Deprivation | Immobilized | pegging Angstober 24. Dark Sunrise Flufftober 24. Comfort Food Whumptober 24. RADIATION POISONING | Collapsed Building | Equipment Failure | “I never knew daylight could be so violent.” (Florence + The Machine, No Light, No Light) Inktober 24. Expedition

Day 25

Kinktober 25. Blackmail | Teacher x Student | Crying Angstober 25. You’re No Better Flufftober 25. Haunted House Whumptober 25. SURGERY | Stitches | Being Monitored | "It's for your own good." Inktober 25. Scarecrow

Day 26

Kinktober 26. Surrender | Forced Prostitution | Cock Rings Angstober 26. Persuasion Flufftober 26. “I can’t find it.” Whumptober 26. NIGHTMARES | Breakfast Table | Parting Words of Regret | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” (Poe, Haunted) Inktober 26. Camera

Day 27

Kinktober 27. Master/Slave | Face Sitting | Aftercare Angstober 27. Curled Up Flufftober 27. Afternoon Stroll Whumptober 27. VOICELESS | Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.” Inktober 27. Road

Day 28

Kinktober 28. Sex Toys | Cheating | Fear Kink Angstober 28. Perfect Flufftober 28. Lucky Charm Whumptober 28. DENIAL | CCTV | Exposure | "They caught me red handed." Inktober 28. Jumbo

Day 29

Kinktober 29. Cum Inflation | Swallowing | Cervix Penetration Angstober 29. Get Out Flufftober 29. Time Capsule Whumptober 29. FATIGUE | Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?" Inktober 29. Navigator

Day 30

Kinktober 30. Bondage | Sadism | Monster Fucking Angstober 30. Nothing Else To Tell You Flufftober 30. “Forever?” Whumptober 30. RECOVERY | Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears | "What have I done?" Inktober 30. Violin

Day 31

Kinktober 31. Fuck Or Die | Pet Play | Deepthroating Angstober 31. It Ends Here Flufftober 31. Make a Wish Whumptober 31. ASKING FOR HELP | Therapy | Making Amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well." (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.) Inktober 31. Landmark

Alternatives

Whumptober Alternatives

Body Swap

Communication Barrier

Finding Old Messages

Forgotten

Friendly Fire

Motion Sickness

No-Holds-Barred Beatdown

Regret

Secrets Revealed

Shivering

Survivor's Guilt

Time Loop

Used As Bait

Venom

Vermin

Flufftober Alternatives

Last Year's Favorites Alt 1: “I’ve got you” Alt 2: Rainy Day Alt 3: “Wait you love me?” - “I always have” Alt 4: “I hate it” - “No, you don’t” Alt 5: Porch Swing Challenge "Make it Fluffy!" Alt 6: Gravestone Alt 7: Getting Revenge Alt 8: Written but never sent Alt 9: Suddenly Severed Communication Alt 10: Rejected, Betrayed, Exiled, Left Behind

[semisolidmind]

what made bad end wukong fall in love with the reader?

she wasn't scared of him.

at least, not at first.

so i imagine that reader (who gets isekaid to ancient china with no memory of her past life) meets the monkeys back when they're still just funny lil troublemakers, fighting the celestial realm and causing mischief. perhaps one day, wukong is bored and decides to disguise himself as a normal monkey to mess with some village folk. knowing they'd all just run in fear from the monkey king, being a normal monkey gives him some leeway to get into more mischief with fewer consequences. macaque, ever his loyal shadow, goes along with him.

oddly enough, macaque meets her first.

perhaps he got more than he bargained for while stealing and got attacked by a dog whilst in normal monkey form. he (literally) runs into reader, who's returning from foraging in the forest. she saves him, much to his chagrin, picking him up and shooing away the dog. not wanting to ruin his cover, macaque keeps up his disguise. she'll just...bandage him up and let him go, and that'll be the end of it, right?

she takes him back to the house of the moderately wealthy family she's staying with (she's sorta a maid servant to pay for her lodging), setting him down gently on the small table in her quarters while she goes to get her medical supplies. he helps himself to some of the fruit from her basket while he waits. she comes back with strips of cloth and a bowl of water, along with some medicinal salves.

she speaks to him in gentle tones to coax him into coming closer, and macaque, who even in this form heals quickly, uses magic to slow his healing process. he's curious about what she'll do. whenever he flinches or spooks (playing the part of a scared monkey), she waits for him to come back to her, gently encouraging him and never raising her voice (which he appreciates immensely).

macaque, touch-starved nerd that he is, doesn't push her away. he realizes how easily he could just...turn back into his true form and scare her, ending this whole charade, but...he doesn't really want to. she's being very gentle with him, and he's enjoying it (not that he'll ever say it).

reader, once she's finished, scratches him softly, praising him for being a good patient. after that, she allows him to take more fruit, opens the door that leads out into the forest, and waves him goodbye as he goes. when macaque gets back to wukong, he...leaves some parts of his little sidetrack out. no need to bring trouble to her door when all she did was help him.

he continues to visit her in his normal monkey form, showing up when the family is away and hanging around reader while she does her chores. she talks to him, lets him climb on her shoulders, and feeds him whenever he visits. macaque is enjoying the attention, and soaks in the calm atmosphere that's often lacking on flower fruit mountain. he begins seriously considering revealing himself as a demon, if only to stop having to disguise himself.

macaque's dissapearances are interesting enough to get wukong's attention. where is his second-in-command going? what could be so interesting that he'd forgo pillaging and troublemaking?

wukong transforms into a fly to follow macaque. he's a bit confused when he arrives at the house, but quickly catches on when he sees a monkey that can only be macaque sitting with a young woman as she repairs a basket. oho, so his second has a crush, does he? that's hilarious! wukong takes a guess at what happened that day at the market during the time he and macaque split up. he wouldn't normally care if macaque wanted to hang around with a human, but this one seems interesting (if only because she seems so...average).

soooo, why not play this game too?

"Oh, hello there," reader says. "Are you this one's friend? Heard about the free food, I bet."

wukong shifts into the form of a normal monkey, playing the part and approaching cautiously, curiously. he sees macaque freeze at the sight of him, and he smirks. he isn't sure why mac wanted to keep this girl a secret, but he's gonna find out.

so, he jumps up on the porch beside reader. she greets him kindly.

"Yeah," wukong and macaque think simultaneously. "Something like that."

the evening goes fairly well considering. though macaque attempts to put himself between reader and wukong every chance he gets, the king makes an effort to get in his way whenever he can. he pretends at being another adorable, playful monkey; hanging off her shoulder, weaving in between her feet as she walks, stealing food...

yet she never gets angry at him, and that catches his attention. wukong's being annoying and terrible, and reader is taking everything in stride. she's more patient than he expected.

"Hah! I think I'm starting to get it." he laughs to himself.

meanwhile, macaque hasn't stopped glaring daggers at him the entire evening.

the monkeys leave later that night, sent off with a wave by reader. the monkey king confronts his general as they travel through the forest.

"So. When were you planning on telling me about her?" his tone seems casual, but there's a sinister undertone that immediately puts macaque on edge.

"Didn't think you'd care, to be honest," he attempts to keep his tone cool, but it's too late. wukong has already seen right through him.

macaque doesn't immediately share his friend's laughter. if he shows his true self to reader, he wants it to be on his terms, in a way that won't terrify her. he doesn't want to give up her company just because wukong wants a laugh.

"Y'know, I'm starting to like her," wukong muses.

"Maybe next time we can transform back and scare her." he cackles. "That'll be funny, won't it? See how she feels about having the Monkey King and his right hand man over for dinner!"

"Sure," macaque chuckles, attempting to hide his nervousness. he starts to plan on how he'll reveal himself, and how to do so without wukong's interference.

—

the next time he visits reader, she's sitting at her table having dinner. macaque watches from the treeline, wreathed in shadows. he left while wukong was having a meeting with some of the other generals, hoping that it'd buy him enough time to explain the situation to reader before wukong could notice him missing.

he isn't sure what the best way of approaching her would be. if he goes up to her now, as a demon, she might be scared and try to run. if he goes as a monkey and then turns into a demon before her eyes, the same. she's only ever known him as her little companion though, he reasons, so he may have to lead with that and hope she understands.

macaque prays that this isn't the end of their companionship.

he transforms into the monkey that reader recognizes, jumping out onto the porch and in through the open doorway. when he goes up to her, reader greets him kindly, as she always does.

"Hello there," she says. "I haven't seen you in a while, how have you been? Not getting into too much trouble, I hope?"

'You have no idea.' macaque thinks. he allows her to gently scratch him under his ears, leaning into it. he'd like to stay like this, but...he has to let her know.

so he backs away until he has enough space, takes a deep breath, and allows his form to change. he hears reader gasp softly as he grows and shifts, his clothing appearing as well. when he's finished, he raises his gaze to reader.

she's taken aback, pressed against the wall and staring at him with wide eyes. her breaths come a little quicker.

but she hasn't screamed. hasn't thrown her dishes at him or called for help. no, she just seems a bit stunned. perhaps she thinks he'll attack her if she moves.

he supposes he should introduce himself.

"My name is Macaque. The Six-Eared Macaque, to be precise." he sighs. he hangs his head slightly, closing his eyes.

"I apologize for tricking you, but after you helped me that day at the market I simply wanted to know more about you. I've come to value your company and hope that my true nature does not change your opinion of me." he finishes, raising his eyes and letting out a breath. he can feel heat in his cheeks, and he hopes his manners will cover how nervous he is.

reader says nothing for a moment. she's having a hard time processing, but she supposes she shouldn't be too surprised. demons disguise themselves in order to get close to humans all the time. she can only hope her little friend doesn't have a gruesome fate planned for her.

"I–" she stutters. "I suppose I should fix another plate, huh? Or do you prefer fruit in this form as well?"

a tense moment of silence passes.

and macaque can't help the laugh that bubbles forth.

this woman might be the death of him, he thinks.

"I wouldn't mind a plate, honestly," macaque says fondly through his laughter. "You have questions, I'm sure. I'll...I'll do my best to answer what I can."

the two spend a few hours talking. macaque tells reader about flower fruit mountain, keeping the true nature of his family and fellow soldiers vague. as much as he'd like to tell her everything, it'd only put her in danger. he especially can't tell her the truth about–

"Aw, you told her without me? And you didn't invite me to dinner? I'm hurt, bud."

macaque freezes. he and reader turn to look at the figure emerging from the darkness of the treeline, whose loose posture and languidly sweeping tail can't hide the menacing aura radiating off him. even reader can sense she's in the presence of something powerful, though the approaching demon has forgone his armor in favor of simple clothing. macaque notices that he'd hidden his tell-tale facial markings as well.

"I thought we agreed we'd tell her together?" the new demon muses as he steps into the room. he plops himself down at the end of the table, putting himself between reader and macaque.

"It's really not fair. You didn't even introduce me! Your best friend and brother! And here I thought you knew better," the ginger-haired monkey admonishes, sending a teasing look in macaque's direction. his dark haired companion glares back silently.

the way his king's personality brightens doesn't fool him for a moment.

"Who is–" reader starts.

"My name is Wukong!" he says jovially, taking her hands in his. "It's nice to be able to actually talk to you now! And here I was worried my brother's careless reveal would make you afraid. It's good to see that's not the case!"

reader takes a moment before the realization sets in. she can tell by macaque's tense posture and mannerisms that it'd be best if she treads lightly here.

"Are...Are you the monkey from last time? Would you like some dinner as well?"

Wukong smiles and nods. "Yes, yes I am! I'm glad you remember me. And I'd love to join you for dinner! Has brother told you about our home yet?"

—

macaque spends the rest of the evening walking on eggshells, waiting for the moment he'll have to jump in to save reader. but that moment never comes. wukong is acting like the perfect guest. he's being even more polite than when his fellow demon sovereigns visit, and they actually have power.

that's saying nothing of how utterly charming the monkey king is being, macaque thinks bitterly. he's been cracking jokes and flirting with reader, and it's working on getting her guard down. macaque is kicking himself for not mentioning how two-faced his "brother" can be earlier.

however...wukong hasn't shown any signs of annoyance or impatience. aside from a smug look whenever he gets reader to laugh, he hasn't given macaque any signal to drop the good guy act.

is he...is the monkey king not planning on hurting or scaring her? but...no. no, he must have some angle he's playing at. he's gotta be waiting for something, but what? for reader to say the wrong thing? for her to show some sign of "disrespect" that he can punish her for? why does wukong keep playing the respectful dinner guest after everything he's hinted at doing?

it's only after macaque really looks over at wukong does he get his answer.

the monkey king is listening intently to a story reader is telling, smiling softly and leaning toward her. his tail curls slowly, contentedly behind him. his eyes are focused entirely on reader, and macaque can see how dilated his pupils are as he watches her speak.

...what?

macaque can't believe it. there's no way.

does...does sun wukong have a crush?

his fear is confirmed when the king makes a comment on reader's story, making her laugh. wukong's smile, still horribly gentle, widens and his fur puffs up a little in happiness.

macaque feels dread pool in his stomach.

his dear mortal friend is in more danger than he thought.

[heybluez]

if i didn't know better, i'd think you were still around

little angsty disaster twins snippet i posted on ao3 a while ago. thought it might be cool to post it here too! cw for major character implied/ referenced death. enjoy!

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He walked past his room again.

At this point, it was starting to become an exercise in futility. It was like a data point to be measured, a new tally to be marked down, how many times could he walk past his room in a day under the guise of doing literally anything else. Checking the kitchen to see if they needed more eggs. Ducking into the dojo to see if Raph had let up on his everlasting training routine since he had last checked on him, seeing if Mikey needed more salve for his aching arms. Walking behind dad’s recliner to see if he had moved an inch, at all, or if he was still stuck watching the same stupid infomercial reruns in lieu of getting up and helping mend the chaotic, broken stasis that his sons were stuck in.

It had been almost five months. Four months and sixteen days, if you wanted to be perfectly exact, but man, who was really counting?

(He was. Donnie was.)

It was, truthfully, stasis. The time had passed, but nobody acknowledged it, not really. It was still August fifth. Maybe it would always be August fifth. It felt that way. Sure, they moved around it, this gaping hole of just, loss, the grief in its totality, like it didn’t exist, but the proof of it persisted every time Donnie walked past his room, and he wasn’t there.

Leo was supposed to be in his room.

Leo was supposed to be in his room so that when Donnie walked in after fruitless efforts of getting a specific line of Python to code, a blanket would be lifted so Donnie could crawl in and commiserate in Leo’s insomniatic company. Leo was supposed to be in his room so that Donnie could bring in two sugar free Redbulls and turn on a Five Nights at Freddy’s video essay, staying up until four in the morning discussing with Leo which game contributed the most lore to the series. Leo was supposed to be in his room so that Donnie knew exactly where to find him when he got a text from Leo that he was heading topside for a slushie run and wanted Donnie to come with him. Leo was supposed to be in his room so that Donnie could come bug him to share his Switch so they could play Mario Kart.

Leo was supposed to be in his room.

And all Donnie could do was walk by, adding more tallies to the count for every time he did, wishing he could push past this inane thing, this fear, of walking into Leo’s room, and having to face the total eclipse of acceptance that his room would always be empty.

It had been almost five months.

He wondered if Leo had ever taken the mug he had been drinking his peppermint tea in back to the kitchen, the tea he had made the night before the world ended, or if it was just collecting dust now on his nightstand. He wondered if Leo had taped up the left corner of his Jupiter Jim poster that had fallen down, or if it was still hanging off the wall, doomed to be stuck that way for the rest of time. He wondered if he had remembered to plug in his laptop, or if it was still sitting on his bed where it would remain forever paused on whatever movie he had turned on to help him fall asleep.

Donnie could try to rationalize to himself all he wanted that he walked past Leo’s door everyday to check on the state of the lair. To check on the state of his family, as they too tried to process their grief. He could give himself a million reasons as to why it wouldn’t be alright for him to finally just walk into Leo’s room, a room that was now made to hold his memory, a mortuary for the people who loved him, love him, so much. In truth, he was scared to see the same stasis that he saw in Raph, saw in Mikey, saw in his dad. Their life was an ellipsis, waiting for the resolving sentence that was Leonardo to make them truly whole. If he walked into Leo’s room, if he finally let himself be brave, the pause button he had placed on his own life would start playing again, and the feeble control he so painstakingly allowed himself in his grief would finally be unraveled.

The feeble, tiniest hope still left in him that when he walked past Leo’s door, maybe he might hear the shitty eighties glam rock Leo so loved to dance to, or a Ghibli movie he had watched a million times, or hell, maybe even Leo’s voice and his wonderful, dazzling laugh as he talked to someone on the phone.

He still had this small hope inside him that perhaps Leo wasn’t truly gone, just somewhere far away where Donnie couldn’t quite reach him, and any minute he might portal back into his room where Donnie could find him again. That seeing the portal close, the portal that painted the early morning New York City sky in so many beautiful shades of brilliant colors, had just been a terrible dream. And he would wake up any minute now, and the one color the sky couldn’t take away from him, his most favorite shade of blue, would be waiting for him like he always was.

But the dream didn’t pass. It never did.

Donnie felt like insanity personified, and maybe he was. Doing the same thing over and over, hoping, wishing, praying for a different result.

One more time. Just once more.

He walked past his room.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 21

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, recovery whump, reluctant alliance, rejection by peers, betrayal

He could rest easy knowing Jake wouldn't be retaliating in the night.

The next day the routine went on like usual, still without Jake. Breakfast with the team, one training session, and then free time.

And free time is when Jake finally reappeared, Flint at his side.

Whumpee instinctively tensed up, stiff and alert with caution as he eyed the team leader warily.

But as Jake came closer to the group, Whumpee realized he was... limping? He peered closer, and could see bandaged wounds barely visible on his arms beneath the long-sleeve shirt he was wearing, despite it being uncomfortably warm in the room. He was wearing long pants too, which must be unbearably hot for him. Almost every bit of skin was covered.

But Whumpee could see some dark bruises and cuts on his face that couldn't be hidden, and Jake's eyes were wide and red-rimmed.

Flint marched him over to where Whumpee was sitting on the floor playing cards with Max, who was teaching him the basics of the game.

Jake looked like he was in a tremendous amount of pain for some reason, the lines of his face tight with agony, reflected in his eyes.

"Apologize," Flint growled firmly.

"Sorry," Jake whispered hoarsely to Whumpee, his voice no more than a shallow rasp of air. He didn't look cocky or arrogant anymore, he just looked... tired. So incredibly tired. His spirit dimmed, fire snuffed out.

Flint seemed satisfied with his response, and turned away from him dismissively, calm and collected as he walked toward the door. "And you, Reed--" he paused in the doorway -- "no trouble from you either. Understood?"

Reed gave a curt nod from where he stood, and Flint left.

The mood in the air was different now. Jake didn't say a single word, storming out the instant Flint was gone to head to the sleeping quarters.

Without thinking, Whumpee sprung up to follow, curiosity piqued. He left Max with the cards and trailed after Jake from a safe distance until he'd entered the sleeping quarters before daring to follow the rest of the way.

Jake was facing away from him, and had taken his shirt off to crawl into his bed, but Whumpee was shocked to see the several deep gashes torn across his back, treated with topical salve.

Jake was completely unaware of the living weapon's eyes on him as he tried to bend over and untie his shoes next -- before straightening with a pained hiss. He tried two more times with no success, the injuries wouldn't let him stretch that far without bolts of agony attacking him.

Whumpee cleared his throat awkwardly to make his presence known, and Jake whipped around with a hiss, before his eyes widened.

"What are you doing here?" He snarled viciously. But pain laced his voice.

Whumpee ignored the question, leaning on the doorframe and jerking his chin meaningfully at Jake's shredded body. "What happened?" He asked simply, voice flat.

"None of your business," Jake snapped angrily. "Go pick a fight with someone else, freak.”

Whumpee pushed upright from the doorframe, taking two menacing steps in Jake's direction. "You didn't seem to have much of a problem picking a fight with me yesterday," he rumbled. "Why should I listen to you?"

Jake backed up a few paces away from him, wincing with every step. "So what? You're going to get revenge now? Is that it?" He spat the words like poison, but a new sliver of fear crept into his voice.

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[pointycorgiears]

How Garp came to be in Cross Guild's hands.

I have a little au going where Garp ends up on Karai Bari. These scenes from one of my fics explains how it happened...

****

"Is that who I think it is, Hawkeye?" Crocodile muttered, cigar grinding between his teeth.

"Yes."

Buggy shuddered into multiple parts beside Crocodile. "You're kidding! That's not really-"

"Aokiji," Mihawk finished.

"WHAT!? He's with the Blackbeard Pirates now! What is he doing here!?"

Mihawk ignored Buggy's flailing. "We will find out soon enough, it seems."

The tall, slender figure of Kuzan, the ship's captain and the once admiral of the Navy, slid along a path of ice over the breakers. He paused just short of the landing where Mihawk stood, keeping a safe distance between them without further encroaching on the island. His dark cloak stood out among the pure white of the ice sprawling from his hand and legs. "Hawkeyes Mihawk," Kuzan said, removing the dark sunglasses from his eyes. "It's been a while."

"What do you want, Aokiji?"

"I hear you're in the bounty business now." Kuzan glanced over his shoulder and waved one frigid hand, bringing forth a large block of ice. It slid along the path until it stopped right behind him. "I got something to turn in to you."

Mihawk narrowed his eyes, focusing on the massive ice block behind the slender man. His gaze pierced through it, and he looked back at Kuzan with suspicion. "Why is he still alive?"

"He might not be, if you don't thaw him out correctly. But I'll leave that up to you. Figure I'd give you the option."

"You sat off our shores for two days just to turn in a bounty?"

Kuzan shrugged. "I had to make sure it was safe to approach. I'm in Emperor Buggy's territory after all."

Mihawk glared daggers at the sneer from Kuzan as the ex-admiral looked at the clown. His voice became a little harder as he addressed Kuzan again. "If that is all you're here to do, then present your quarry and get on with it. Do not waste our time."

Kuzan smirked. "Fine. But I'll only make the deal with you. You were Garp's favorite after all."

He waved his hand and the block containing the frozen Garp slid over to Mihawk's feet on a bridge of ice. It was dripping at its edges under the hot Karai Bari sun.

"Tell you what, I'll even make this easy for you," Kuzan said. "That guy's got three crowns on his head, worth three billion berry. I'll only take one and a half billion, as long as you will mind that old man's wounds."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I've heard you might just owe him a debt."

"My business with him is done," Mihawk growled.

"Yeah, but you're still an honorable warrior at heart," Kuzan commented. "And you're smart. You're not going to just throw away the only ally you might have in the World Government."

Mihawk studied the ex-admiral carefully. He knew Kuzan had history with Garp, and he knew the man also held reservations about the tactics used by the forces he once served. Mihawk could remember all the looks of disdain cast his way during the warlord meetings. "You're walking a dangerous line. You claim to be on Blackbeard's crew, yet you set out to bring in one of the biggest bounties all of your own accord. Now you claim you only want half Garp's worth in return for his survival? What is this game you are playing, Aokiji? Who's side are you really on?"

Kuzan returned Mihawk's cold gaze tenfold. "If I had to pick...my own. So, do we have a deal?"

****

(Later, in one of the infirmary tents...)

Mihawk turned to Garp, whose eyes were barely creaking open. There was a pained grimace on the old man's face. Mihawk removed the cloth on his head, dipping it in the warm water again before returning it. "I wasn't expecting you to awake so soon. Your strength is returning rather quickly. A good sign that your body is healing."

"Tell that to the hole in my chest," Garp grumbled.

Mihawk took the bowl and sat next to Garp on the bedside. He carefully pulled back the bandages around the wound and began applying the salve underneath.

Garp watched him with dreary eyes. "What are you doing?"

"This will help it heal without too much scarring and will keep infection out."

"You know what I mean..."

Mihawk raised his eyes to meet him for only a split second. "I'm repaying the favor."

"Ya don't owe me anything...I thought we were square..."

"When I was injured all those years ago, you didn't have to let me stay on your ship for so long, nor did you have to take me home."

Garp shook with what Mihawk believed was a laugh. "Excuses...you're just being a nice guy..."

"I know you delayed the Navy ships that came to collect me after the warlords were dissolved."

Garp looked at him. A sly grin crossed his battered face. "Nothing wrong with a headstart...not my fault they couldn't keep up with ya."

"Still, I did appreciate that. I didn't have to leave behind as much as I feared I would."

"Where are we, anyway?"

Mihawk set the bowl aside and recovered the wound. "You're on Karai Bari. Aokiji brought you here to turn you in for your bounty."

"Bastard couldn't just kill me like he should have. Gotta insult me too by cashing out...I hope you stiffed him some."

"He only asked for half."

"WHAT!? THAT-GARGH! Kuughhh…!"

Garp coughed as he sat up in surprise. Mihawk had to gently push him back down so he would not hurt himself further.

"That cheap bastard," Garp wheezed, "...can't even broker a deal correctly!"

"It was to your benefit, if that's of any comfort," Mihawk sighed. "He only wanted half in return for your safety and care. I agreed."

"Well, normally I'd say you came out on top, but you're stuck with me now. I guess ya got the short end of the stick after all."

****

Annnnnd then Garp became the Cross Guild maid. :)

If you'd like to read the whole thing, you can find it here: Hawk In An Open Cage

I love the interaction between Garp and Mihawk in the live action show, so that was the inspiration for this story.

[etherealsdreaming]

The Fairs In Town 💜

Summary: All the assassins decide to go to the fair in town. Unexpectedly, their crush is there as well and decide to split off and have a fun time with their future love. 😉

Altair Ibn La'Ahad

💜 He doesn’t care for rides nor is afraid of any of them. In fact he was forced to join in on this little outing. It might be your goal to get him on a few resulting in lots of begging and wishing he’d enjoy himself for once. He only complies when a stranger comes along, flirting; resulting in Altair’s jealousy raising and pulling you along, “You want to go on rides? Fine we’re going.” He ends up enjoying it and unfortunately for you he takes you on the scary ones. Only until you get tired of the rides, you both would get some food and sit in a quiet place on the grass watching the sun set. That was his favorite part.

Ezio Auditore

💜 Ezio loves the carnival/fair, the perfect place for a romantic yet fun outing with his crush. The moment he heard you were there, he’d be the first to split off and find you. Much to Arno’s displeasure he’d drag him to the loop-o-plane in which you were in the cage beside his. And each time both your cages would meet he would say something funny, romantic. “Salve bella.” You found it funny and after the ride he’d catch up and ask to join in on your day of fun. Both of you would go on ride after ride, holding hands and spend the last of the day doing games with him and getting you surprise gifts. His favorite part was the rides especially the first one that made you smile.

Edward Kenway

💜 His favorite part was going on the rides with you. Especially the octopus or the pirate ship and just sitting there talking and joking with you. He likes both the extreme and chill rides but made sure you both got to go on what you wanted. He would also be competitive when it came to the carnival games. Wanting to win each time and seeing who would win the most games of the day.

Connor Kenway

💜 Not much of a ride person, he’d only do the less intimidating ones. But he’d go on them for you or play games, pet animals and enjoy being in your presence. He is a pretty good shot at darts though and even if you weren’t the best at games he’d let you pick any prize you wanted from the games he won. His favorite part was the games.

Arno Dorian

💜 He hoped to spend the day with her but only learned she already had other plans. Instead now he was dragged to the fair with a group of friends who quickly split up. The only person who stayed with him with Ezio who ended up dragging him to the loop-o-plane just to see his crush then leaving him in the dust, under a shaded tree, trying to overcome his nausea. What a terrible day. Or so he thought. Standing in front of him she offered some bottled water and a smile. Surprised to see her she apparently was left behind as well by her own friends. Eventually they ended up going and playing games. This at least is what he wanted to give her a romantic outing and what's better than the fair? Better than a sunset view on the faris wheel? The most romantic part is his favorite part.

Jacob Frye

💜 He loves the scary ones; a true risk taker. But then you’d end up being dragged around to all of them. He’ll eventually get the memo when you pull back and he sees you getting sick. Only then will he feel bad and suggest perhaps you both could use a break. He’ll be sweet enough to get you some water or whatever you may need to feel better as you sit and rest. The good thing is that it gave you both some time alone to talk and joke around. It turned out the end of the day was the best part of the day for you both.

Evie Frye

💜 When you met her at the fair you couldn’t believe how excited she seemed. You didn’t know why; sure it’s fun; but there’s a fair every year and she’s acting like she’s never seen one. She had the entire day planned such as the rides, games you’ll play and when. First, the easy rides to more extreme ones with small breaks in between and looking at animals or the small shops. You couldn’t help but think how cute her excitement was and how she planned it all by herself. It even surprised you when she stated she hoped to see you there. Her favorite part was walking around the shops with you.

[owl-falls-au-gravity-falls]

Omg I just thought of something, I don’t know how For the Future would play out in this AU, though I would imagine if playing out nearly in the same way, with Collector taking the Hex Squad -Luz away, and the rest of them, including Stan, Dipper, Mabel, and Ford being stuck Collector’s mind game of their worst fears.

Luz will find her way the exact same way, Stan, I see will also be able to break free of it and helps Luz free the others.

Then there’s the whole reforming the Collector, which I see again, Luz doing the same things that she did in the original. Stan also helps a lot in reforming him.

And then of course there’s the confrontation with Belos, though instead of Luz saving the Collector from him, it’s Stan, and so now Luz, Collector, Eda, Mabel, Dipper, AND Ford watches Stan die and transform in to lights, just as Luz did in the OG.

So now, my question for you is, how do you think each of then will take Stan’s “death”

how do you think each of then will take Stan’s “death" in "watching and dreaming"?

IN ENGLISH

Holy crap! I love this question!

When Stan, Luz, Eda and King, along with Ford, Dipper and Mabel are facing Belos, instead of Luz saving the Collector from Belos' attack, it's Stan...

"yo... l-lo siento... lo siento mucho, Ford... Al menos.... Al menos hice algo bien ¿No?"

everyone sees Stan dies and turns into fire and then ashes...

It won't be spontaneous combustion or painful, it will be something quick, it won't hurt, it will be like falling asleep for him...

It will indeed be beautiful to see...

In the end, the ashes land gently on the ground, right in front of the children, Eda, the Collector and Ford...

Ford would be the first to run to where his brother's ashes now lie, desperately screaming to bring him back, trying to find a solution, taking out his journal in search of something that will help him relive it, The guilt quickly destroys him...

"I already lost it once! I can't lose it again! Not after wasting so much time!"

Luz would be terrified to see Stan die, in this AU, she learned thanks to him that she was not bad for making mistakes and that she should choose herself to do the right thing, Seeing the person she loved die was a hard blow for her.

"N-no... No... Dad!"

Eda had barely been able to spend time with Stan, seeing who she wanted as her brother was horrible, she was so... Sad... Angry... She wanted her brother back, and Belos was going to pay for his actions.

"You will pay for what you did! Bring my little brother back!"

Mabel would be in shock, crying and sobbing, Mabel was totally terrified, she loved Stan, he was her role model, now that he was gone, she didn't know what to do anymore.

"Grunkle Stan... Grunkle Stan, come back.... ¡Grunkle Stan!"

Dipper estaría furioso, estaba lleno de ira, quería recuperar a su tío, a su mentor, a quien le prometió que siempre lo escucharía hablar de la magia salvaje

"That's enough! Bring my uncle back, or else!"

Y King... Ooh, King... Pobre e inocente niño... Ver a su padre adoptivo arder en llamas antes de desaparecer le dolió... No va a descansar hasta vengarse de Belos... Ya ni siquiera puede hablar...

The collector didn't understand death until Dipper explained it to him while he began to understand the concepts of friendship and forgiveness, seeing someone like Stan, A person who has lived so many things in such a short time, to fade away as if he were worthless, was enough for his tears to fall for the first time.

"I-I'm sorry... I'm sorry, for everything!"

¿Cómo crees que cada uno de ellos tomará la “muerte” de Stan en “watching and dreamimg”?

EN ESPAÑOL

¡Dios mío! ¡Me encanta esta pregunta!

Cuando Stan, Luz, Eda y King, junto a Ford, Dipper y Mabel estan enfrentando a Belos, en lugar de que Luz salve al Coleccionista del ataque de Belos, es Stan...

"yo... l-lo siento... lo siento mucho, Ford... Al menos.... Al menos hice algo bien ¿No?"

Todos ven a Stan morir y convertirse no en Luz, sino en fuego y luego cenizas...

No será una combustión espontánea ni dolorosa, será algo rápido, no le dolerá, será como quedarse dormido para él...

De hecho será hermoso de ver...

Al final, las cenizas aterrizan suavemente en el suelo, justo frente a los niños, Eda, el Coleccionista y Ford...

Ford sería el primero en correr hasta donde ahora están las cenizas de su hermano, gritando desesperadamente por traerlo de vuelta, tratando de encontrar una solución, sacando su diario en busca de algo que lo ayude a revivirlo, la culpa lo destroza rápidamente...

"¡Ya lo perdi una vez! ¡No puedo perderlo de nuevo! ¡no después de haber perdido tanto tiempo!"

Luz estaria aterrada de ver morir a Stan, en este AU, ella aprendió gracias a el que ella no era mala por cometer errores y que ella debía elegirse para hacer lo correcto, ver morir a la persona que le enseñó tantas cosas buenas fue un golpe duro para ella

"N-no... No... ¡Papá!"

Eda apenas había podido pasar tiempo con Stan, ver a quién quería como su hermano fue horrible, estaba tan... Triste... Enojada... Quería recuperar a su hermano, y Belos iba a pagar por sus acciones

"¡Pagarás por lo que hiciste! ¡Trae a mi hermanito de vuelta!"

Mabel estaría en shock, llorando y sollozando, Mabel estaba totalmente aterrada, quería a Stan, era su ejemplo a seguir, ahora que se había ido, ya no sabía que hacer

"tío Stan... Tío Stan, vuelve.... ¡Tío Stan!"

Dipper estaría furioso, estaba lleno de ira, quería recuperar a su tío, a su mentor, a quien le prometió que siempre lo escucharía hablar de la magia salvaje

"¡Suficiente! ¡Trae de vuelta a mi tío, o verás!

Y King... Ooh, King... Pobre e inocente niño... Ver a su padre adoptivo arder en llamas antes de desaparecer le dolió... No va a descansar hasta vengarse de Belos... Ya ni siquiera puede hablar...

El coleccionista no entendió la muerte hasta que Dipper se lo explico mientras empezó a entender los conceptos de la amistad y el perdón, ver a alguien como Stan, una persona que ha vivido tantas cosas en tan corto tiempo, desvanecer como si no valiera nada, fue suficiente para que sus lágrimas cayeran por primera vez

"l-lo siento... ¡Lo siento, por todo!"

[sccpmccabe]

SPORT CLUB CORINTHIANS PAULISTA, THE SIX-TIME BRAZILIAN CHAMPION!

Today, September 22, the Brabas of Corinthians once again made their hegemony in South American women's football explicit with its sixth Brazilian championship title, being the fifth consecutive in the championship and six titles in a row since last year. There were 4 cups lifted in 2023 and two in 2024, with two other championships still to be disputed.

The team that is the base of the Brazilian Women's Football Team, taking names like Gabi Portilho, Duda Sampaio, Jheniffer, Yaya, Tamires and Yasmin to compete in the Paris Olympic Games, also counting on several players who have already played for the team from the east side of São Paulo, with the women's football director and the entire coaching staff that belonged to Corinthians until 2023.

In addition to an incredible result, being 5x1 adding the scores of the away leg and the home leg, this morning we had a record attendance at Neo Química Arena, the home of Corinthians. There were 44.529 people present at the stadium, counting with the press. This is the largest audience for a women's football match in Brazil and one of the largest, if not the largest, in South America.

Salve o Corinthians, o campeão dos campeões! 🖤🤍🦅

[faeflowerz]

The First Years Crushing on Their Upperclassman (PT 2)

And here is Part 2! Im very tired. I only jave graphics for the first years as i write this so I'll be slowly rolling out everyone. I guess I can do them on case by case? Anyway!! Click here for the first Part.

Warnings: Ortho is in this lineup. I don't want to hear any complaining about it.

Characters: Epel, Ortho, Sebek

PLEASE REBLOG! All of this is available to you for free and the most I ask of you all is to reblog rather than just liking.

My boy Epel will put on a performance for his senpai. Not the kind of performance that Rook suggested, but instead the machismo performance that really would make Vil seethe with shame. Yes, our little apple dumplin decides to go to his magift team for advice on how to court you. He met you in the infirmary since you get an extra credit for working there. Once, he came in busted up and bruised like the Courtland apple he is. You scolded him relentlessly as you patched him up. What if Vil found out? The Housewarden would eat your heart if he found out his little Lady was visibly injured. He already forced you to use special salves on all Pome students to prevent scarring. Really, that man kept you busy.

But Epel wasn't hearing all that. He was sitting there leaning into your touch and swooning. You're so gentle when you tended to his scars that it felt nostalgic. Since he was surrounded by older people growing up, Epel probably unconsciously developed his crush on you based on how nurturing you were with him.

Then he starts acting unwise.

This lil macintosh goes out of his way to injure himself. He plays rougher, fights more, and exhausts himself all just to see you. Then, he hobbles into your infirmary, expecting you to take care of him. Part of him also enjoys being treated like a regular guy for once, especially when you lecture him. His peers also have to sit through it and that's what makes him happy. But during one of their big games, Epel actually does hurt himself. Like, on accident. He's no longer thinking about being able to spend a few hours with you. Now he's thinking about how much he fucked up. He really fucked up.

You do your best and thankfully it's just a sprain, but Epel's being a real Granny Smith at the moment. "Clearly this was a sign that you were doing something you had no business doing," you pull up a chair and sit at his bedside.

"What’s that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you've been practically living here in the infirmary and I've yet to understand why."

"I guess I'm just reckless?"

"And yet you never seem to need to be here any other time. You're not Ace. You're certainly not Deuce. So, what's the deal here?" When you finally start grilling him, he starts to break. Epel didn't think this through and he hadn't considered the possibility that you'd find out the pattern.

"I...I think I like being here..." he dares to look at you. Rather than anger or irritation, you're patient and most certainly concerned. "Because...Because you're here...if it wasn't during magift, it'd be during gym. Or potions. Or whenever you're here! You're always so nice to me and I feel...like a regular guy around you." Epel grips the sheets as the words tumble from his lips like a fountain. He couldn't stop it either. His stomach turned as he was on the verge of tears.

"Oh...Epel...honey, you don't have to hurt yourself just to see me...I won't turn you away if you visit," you caress his cheek. "I promise." When he looks up at you, your cheeks flush. Epel was certainly cute, but sometimes he seemed a lot more mature than one would expect. Now, you're starting to feel shy. Something in your dynamic shifts as he starts to accept your confession. He grins and presses his forehead against yours.

"Senpai, you better promise to let me come by any time I want. No questions asked." Ah, shit. You're gonna regret this, won't you?

Ortho’s crush on his senpai could first be mistaken for something else. You're Idia's classmate and by some miracle, he lets you into his very limited bubble. Despite being his opposite, you admittedly have great taste in everything...only because you have a lot of common interests. So one day he invites you to his dorm (pre OB) and you meet his adorable little cupcake of a brother. Ortho was already a person to you. Idia had always said "my brother this and my brother that" so you already imagined a shorter fireball running around campus somewhere.

"This is my little brother..." Idia, not one for proper introductions, just turns to start up the game you came to play. And to your surprise, both you and Ortho are a little irked by that. Still, you smile at him.

"Hey! I'm glad to finally meet you. Idia loves to talk about you, but he didn't say you'd be insanely cute!" And that flipped a switch in him. Maybe it was the compliment or maybe it was his inquisitive nature but he wanted to see you again and again.

And he always makes sure that he's around when you're visiting. Ortho justifies that he merely wants to see how you managed to get Idia to allow you in his personal space. But like...Ortho also demands your attention more than Idia does. He hugs your arms and laughs at your jokes and constantly offers to help you with your homework. You think it's sweet until he becomes an official student.

Post OB, Ortho’s giving into his full school experience. One of which is having a crush. And then it starts to click with him. He likes you. A LOT. You let Ortho hang out with you more sans Idia and...the boy has rizz. Oh sweet seven, he's such a good flirt.

"Senpai, you look great today. When you wear blue, we start to match!"

"Heheh when you make that face, I can't help but tease you!"

"I found these compatability quizzes online and they seem to think we're a perfect match!"

Unlike the others, he doesn't have a skill issue. And I'm not saying that bc I'm crushing. Er, anyways.

It comes to a head when he takes his mask off. You'd always been curious and now you got to see a full set of pointy teeth. And for some reason, you're a little afraid. When he brushes his artificial tongue over a few of them, a shiver runs down your spine. What's worse is that his golden eyes pinned you right where you were. Half lidded and glimmering with mischief he finally says, "What's wrong, senpai? I promise I won't bite...unless you beg me to."

Your soul fucking ascends.

So, Sebek with a crush will be annoying af, especially when you're his senpai. He's already got an undeserved sense of confidence. Sebek can't help that he's better than these pudgy soft humans! He's also like Epel in that he wants to showboat and peacock for his crush. Did you see that? Look what he just did! Hey, human, keep your eyes open! Don't miss a single second! He's so excited.

You two met through Silver. Sometimes you studied with him and this time, you had some free time after your session. Silver invited you to tag along since you didn't have anything else to do for the rest of the day. Besides, there was no way horses were real. So, you accept.

Unfortunately, horses are real. Fortunately, the riding club looked really good in their uniforms. You lean on the fence and watch as everyone tends to their Butterscotch and Vorpal. Their Angus and Achilles. Then, you notice that one guy is struggling. Like, he's trying to coax his horse out of the stable and she wasn't having any of his bullshit. He was also yelling loud enough to startle the ravens in the nearby trees. The others just ignored him while you watched on curiously. But it started to get a little sad and you valued your eardrums. Rummaging through your bag, you take out a baggie of apple slices and head closer to the stable. You pull out a slice and whistle to them. Sebek never turned his head so fast and watched as his horse huffed at him and trotted over to nibble on your treats.

Needless to say, Sebek tried hard to dislike you for that alone.

But you kept visiting. He kept struggling. You kept winning over his (not so) trusty steed. So, he over compensates by showing off and bragging about stuff he can do that you can't. You put your chin in your hands and smile. There was something sweet about the way he wanted to prove himself. And clearly he was bothered by your visits. So you straight up tell him that you're going to teach him how to connect with his horse.

"Human! What makes you think you can order me around so confidently?!" He opens his mouth wide enough to show off his cute little fairy fangs. You shrug and start to walk off until "Where are you going?!"

"I figured that was your way of telling me no." He sputters as if your reasoning was preposterous. "What? What's with that face?"

"I...would like you to teach me..."

And from there, Sebek fell for you. He was already into you from day one, but he wouldn't admit it. What started as a little here and there visit became a routine for you both. The one time you aren't able to make it and all of a sudden, Sebek is flagging you down outside of your classroom. "Senpai! Where were you yesterday?!" You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice. As your heart starts to settle, you get the pleasure of listening to Sebbie lecture you about punctuality and keeping promises. A question finally interrupts him.

"Sebek-kun...do you wanna get lunch together?" His cheeks turn the prettiest shade of red when you lace your fingers through his. Sebek is such a good boy that he couldn't possibly turn you down.

BONUS! YUUKEN!

Haha look, Yuuken is cute and I kind of view him as his own person.

Yuuken friendzones you. Yeah, surprisingly you confessed to him and he turns you down. Not because of attraction but because he's from a whole other universe and falling in love only to come back to our shitty world would be heartbreaking. He doesn't want to put you through that. But that doesn't mean that he doesn't have feelings for you.

Yeah, he's noticed you. You flirt with him like everyone else does. But he likes when you do it. He flirts back for once. There's also something else that you do while he's there. You listen to him. Over time, you've noticed that Yuuken carries the entire school on his back. Overblots, unpleasant students, and Crowley. All of it takes a toll and you're always there to help. You weren't a main character. Just someone in the mob.

This one is after Idia's blot. You visit with tons of snacks for him (and Grim) and just let him vent. You always try to listen to everything and be an active listener. But you were kind of tired. It wasn't anything he said, you just had a long day. "You should get to bed," he said quietly, stopping just before the good part.

"No! I'm listening...I'm..." a yawn interrupts you. In your lap, Grim was already asleep. It was pretty late, wasn't it? "Please finish."

He smiles softly at you and lets you scoot closer to him on the couch. He's so warm. Yuuken continues his story and you're fully asleep by the time he gets to the end.

I would imagine that you two kind of have this "rumored" romance. The way yall smile, laugh and love up on each other really got people chatting. And his buddies (ACE...) is complaining that he didn’t have a chance with either of you. But you're both swearing up and down that you're just really close. Riiight.

"We're just friends..."

"Good friends or super good friends?"

"What’s the distinction?"

"You guys always run off without us!" They're pressed but like they get it. You're hot. They'd all ditch each other to hang out with someone older. Foolish boys.

But there was that time y'all kissed. It was an accident, you swear! During the Halloween Party, y'all got pretty turnt and shared a heated kiss. While neither of you bring it up, there's always that lingering feeling. What could be is right there yet just out of reach.