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[fabricatedprince]

I have forgotten how to be active yo ✌🏻

[lastinline4brains]

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[sister-lucifer]

A Needy Toby Drabble

Content/warnings: gender neutral reader, needy jealous toby, no smut but very suggestive with nsfw dialogue 

Toby has a lot of issues when it comes to attention— or rather, a lack thereof. He’s hidden his complete obsession of you rather well, at least better than he expected, but it’s slowly consuming his every waking thought. Each day he wants you more and more and more, and every time you so much as glance at another person for a second too long it makes his chest ache. It sparks something primal in him, something that begs him to just take you right now.

He can’t do that. He knows it.

But god, he’s going insane over you. 

When he finally can’t take it anymore it happens at the worst time. He starts shifting a bit during an innocent cuddling session, struggling to focus on whatever movie you’ve chosen this time. He squeezes you a bit tighter, but you don’t think anything of it. That is, until he’s nuzzling into your neck without warning, his lips brushing your skin. 

You start to stammer out a question, but he cuts you off with a sudden rough kiss to your neck. You jump and let out an embarrassing mewl that makes him shiver. When you’re finally able to speak enough to ask him what’s gotten into him, he can’t hold back from giving you the whole truth. 

“I-I need you,” He stutters, speaking against your skin, “I-I just fff-fucking need you…so tired of o-other people having your attention— t-ten—tention. It’s not fair…you just d-drive me so crazy, a-all the t-time, I wanna…I w-want— wanna kiss you all ov-vvv-er…wanna fff-fuck you ‘til you cry…”

You squirm under him as the assault on your neck continues, little whimpers now falling from your mouth freely. You grasp at the back of his sweatshirt. 

“I’m so, s-sss-so tired of h-hiding it,” He continues, his hips staring to grind against you, “I shouldn’t h-have to hide it…I need— n-nnn-need you— y-you…just this o-once, please, just…just let me have you.” 

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Lingering Sensations

Title: Lingering Sensations (Pt.2 of ‘Scorching Heat’)

Paring: Neteyam x Y/n (Reader)

Status/Type: Oneshot/Completed

Summary: The promises that Neteyam made earlier seem to falter as he worries over Y/n���s well-being. He refuses to go feral on her, he wouldn’t dare hurt his mate. Y/n, on the other hand can’t wait to test him beyond his limits. She will do anything to extinguish the heat within her.

Word Count: 5.1k (Yikes…)

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI (Minors STAY AWAY!!), P in V (Penetration), Dirty talk, Breeding, Oral (M-receiving), Deep-Throating, Nicknames, SoftDom Neteyam, Dumbification, Possessiveness, Squirting, Marking, Tiny bit of Angst (Neteyam questioning himself as a mate) All characters are AGED-UP (19-20’s years). (Neteyam worrying over Y/n’s well-being. Amazing with aftercare and Fluff ending. Our sweet bby!!)

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“P-Plea-” Y/N mewls quietly, her body twitching from the last orgasm that overcame her body.

She lost count of how many times Neteyam had made her cum, from only his finger nonetheless. Her beaded top long discarded, landing down on the floor, forgotten. Her nipples stood up, feeling the occasional cool air breathe into the humid marui.

“Lookin' so pretty yawne, my pretty little girl. So wet for me…”

Neteyam mumbles, as if in a trance like state. He couldn't remove his gaze away from her face. The ways she would react to every orgasm he pulled out of her was simply memorizing. Neteyam quickens his pace, feeling her pussy twitch against his digits. An indication she was near once again. The squelching sounds of her sopping pussy like music to his years, his tail twitching excitedly.

Neteyam hums happily, He loved how she came apart on his fingers. Something only he could do. His other free hand latched on her right nipple, pinching the erected bud deliciously between his fingers.

Feeling another orgasm approach Y/n tries to stop her mates movements, his fingers deep within the heat of her pussy. Her attempts are futile as Neteyam simply brushes her hand away as if it were nothing.

Neteyam grunts uncomfortably at her sudden movement, which caused some friction against his most heated part at that moment. His hard cock strained against his loincloth, that was already soaked with his precum. He chooses to painfully ignore his own lust, all just so he can reap the pleasures of his mate that lay before him.

He pumps his three fingers in and out of her cunt, landing on a tiny bud deep inside. Smirking to himself he curls his digits against it, causing her back to arch and her toes to curl at the sensation.

“Sss, mu-ch…t-o mu-”

Y/n desperately tries to remove Neteyam’s hand, her overstimulated clit twitching wildly as his thumb rubs tight circles against it.

“Hm? What was that?” Neteyam whispers, amusement lacing his tone as he hungrily takes in her sweating form underneath him. He has been fingering her relentlessly, in hopes to relieve some of the pain that was causing so much pain for his mate.

His eyes trail down from her face, scrunched up in ecstasy , down to her breasts. He watches admiringly as he was the only one able to make her feel this way. It warmed his heart and egged on his ego. Only he could please his mate like this. No one else.

Neteyam leans down to nuzzle his nose against her neck, inhaling her heightened scent. He took deep breathes in through his nose, memorizing the way her scent screamed for him. Her need for him, and it drove him crazy.

“N-Neteya-m?” Y/n murmurers causing Neteyam to hum happily against her neck, his chest vibrating. He was a man with a plan, he planed on making her come once more before devouring her pussy. He craved the taste of her. How could he not? She was so wet the mat underneath them held an embarrassingly large splotch of her essence. Hopefully after which, her heat would have calmed down. But as things would have it, that did not go as planned.

“Yes, my yaw-“

His breathing stutters momentarily when he feels Y/n reach for his cock instead of his hand. He desperately tries to move away from her touch but fails. Y/n catches his throbbing member causing a moan to slip through his lips unintentionally.

“Shit-t, Y-Y/n. Yawne, this isn't about me. please S-” he whimpers, feeling her hand sluggishly but firmly give his cock the attention he had been silently begging for.

Y/n hums a reply, squinting her eyes open. She loved the way his ears flattened against his head at the mere touch. She knew Neteyam had been holding back, and the ache in her pussy wouldn’t be extinguished by his fingers alone. Oh no, she needed his cock, buried deep within her. But first, she had to convince her thoughtful mate to do so himself. To give into his desires he held back in fear of her safety.

“W-What happened to fucking me till I-I can’t stand?” she asks, her voice soft but laced with hunger.

Neteyam bites his lips, his ear twitching against his head as he tries to stop himself from thrusting into her small, warm hand.

‘She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s in her heat. Be calm’

“I-I know, but not today baby. I want to ease your pain” he murmurs trying to regain control over the situation once again. The voice in his head tried to be firm, but the longer he relished the feeling of her hand against his cock. The quieter the voice became. He felt his resolve slowly crumble feeling her pump her hand against his lengthy shaft languidly. It was pleasurable but left him wanting more. Desperate for more.

Y/n’s lips twitch slightly, turning her head to the side to whisper in his ears that twitch, anticipating her next move. His tail swished behind him excitedly.

“I want to taste you, please? Fuck my throat Neteyam” she whispers suggestively, tugging herself free from his grasp. She manages to shimmy her way out of his hold, as his soaked fingers froze the moment the words left her mouth.

Y/n knew the dangerous game she was playing. She new how sensitive Neteyam was to about her mouth. How much he loved it. She knew this could lure him in. Right where she wanted him.

“W-what?” he questions, a flustered mess. Y/n successfully removes the loincloth soaked with his precum. She tosses it on the floor causing Neteyam to sit up, on his knees. He goes to argue again, with little to no resolve but is unable to utter word as he feels his stomach flutter. He was drawing blanks, just the advantage Y/n needed.

Smirking slightly Y/n crouches down, making herself look smaller, crawling towards him. The scent of his manhood wafted her senses as her face stood mere inches away from his hardened cock. It stood proud, leaking precum and twitching at the cool air. Y/n always marveled at the sheer size and girth of her mates cock. It was more then enough to make a girl scream in pain and pleasure. Y/n licks her lips, feeling herself drool at the sight.

“Y/n...” Neteyam calls as a warning, but his tone held no edge. In fact, it sounded like a whine of defeat.

Y/n peers up towards Neteyam towering above her, his eyes clouded with lust, gasps leaving his swollen lips. Not wanting to wait for Neteyam to argue again, Y/n leans her head forward. Placing a careful kiss on the tip of his bulbous cock, causing Neteyam to hiss in pleasure. His hands snap to grab her locks, trying to push her back, but with little force.

Deep down, he knew he had wanted this, no logical part of him stood a chance anymore. He lost the moment she uttered those words out of her mouth.

Humming at the taste of his pre, Y/n stroked the cock gently, dipping her head to lick a strip from the base all the way to the tip. When she reached the mushroom like tip she gently sucks on it, coating her tongue with his essence.

The simple taste of his cum, and the heat from his coke make her rub her thighs together in a feeble attempt to feel some sort of relief. Her other hand reaches up to gently trace patterns on his heavy balls, cupping them in her hands. Neteyam gasps at the sensation.

“F-fuckkkk”

Y/n swirls her tongue over the top teasingly before engulfing him , what she could fit, of his cock into her mouth. Her thighs squeeze painfully at the feeling of the tip already hitting the back of her throat. No matter how hard she tried, Y/n couldn't seem to fit his entire length down her tight throat. Her eyes stung at the stretch, making sure to hallow out her mouth and focus on breathing through her nose. Y/n's hands reach in between their bodies to stroke what she couldn't fit into her mouth.

“Oh m-my., Y-/n.” Neteyam chokes out.

Looking down he’s met with Y/n’s doe-like eyes staring back at him through her thick lashes. Her eyes water at the sheer size of his cock, and the way her mouth stretched to accommodate to his size caused him to gulp nervously. The entire cock couldn’t even fit down her throat. He felt the deep urge to force her down on his cock, a thought that sent a shiver down his spine as well as strike fear within him. He couldn't hurt her like that. It didn't matter how much Y/n begged for that through her intense eye-contact. He bites his lips holding himself back.

But every burning essence in Y/n's body was determined to take him in, all of him in. Y/n slowly begins to bob her head against his shaft, making sure to constrict her throat against his length.

“Hmmm! Just like th-at” Neteyam groans throwing his head back.

He hated how much he enjoyed this. Enjoyed watching the tears slip down her puffy cheeks as she desperately tried to fit all of him in. The felling of the back of her throat against the tip of his cock almost causing him to cum right then and there. He cursed himself, he should be attending to her needs, help her through her heat. But Eywa, he needed this.

After the rough hunt with his father and brother he needed to clear his head. Receiving the call from and panicked-stricken Tsireya only aided to his stress. And lastly, seeing Ao’nung drool over his mates intoxicating state, the way his eyes fucked her. He needed to feel superior. He need to see her gag pathetically against his cock. He needed Y/n to understand who she belonged to.

“Oh yes, baby, take my cock. Suck it up real nice baby. I know you want to”

His chest heaved at the sensation of feeling her gag slightly, trying to push him further inside. He felt himself lose composure, something he was in fear of because he didn’t want to hurt her.

But all that flew out the moment he felt her moan against him. The vibrations sent an electric current throughout his body, causing him to let out a guttural growl.

Gripping her locks with more force Neteyam pushes her head down on his cock, Y/n mewls feeling his fingers dig into her scalp. He pushed harder causing her eyes to widen, her throat constricts to the feeling of him digging deeper down into her throat.

Her nose comes in contact with his pelvic bone, she feels her eyes roll back, finding it harder to breathe. Her entire mouth was stuffed to the brim. Her tail stood stiffly as electric shocks raked her body at the feeling. She attempts to breathe through her nose, not wanting to let go of his hot cock or pass out.

Neteyam quickly pulls her head back, his eyes peering down at her swollen lips, and how she began sucking the tip of his cock in a teasing manner. Precum mixed with saliva dripped down her chin, causing him to lose his mind.

Neteyam clenches his teeth grasping her locks again. Firmly. He pushes her down his shaft once again, loving how her body twitched uncontrollably at the movement.

“That right, take it. Take my fucking cock” he growls, watching the tears pool around her eyes.

Pulling her head back chuckling darkly, he is quick to snap his hips against her lips once again. Y/n braces herself, placing her hands on his thighs as he starts up with a brutal pace, insuring that his cock is sucked deep into her throat each time.

“Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you princess?”

He says watching the way Y/n looked up at him. Refusing to break eye contact. He watched the way her breasts bounced at his ministrations. How her cheeks hallowed out when he pulled out, only to be filled when he would snap his hips back roughly.

Y/n moans against his cock, loving the nicknames he called her. The burning in her lower abdomen screaming for attention, her hand slowly reaching down to find her clit. Swollen and perked, really to be abused.

“Shit baby, you c-couldn’t wait?” Neteyam mocks, watching her fingers desperately circle her throbbing clit.

Tears cloud her vision threatening to close, but Y/n forces them open. She wanted to see Neteyam come undone. And by the throbbing of his cock and the stutter in his thrusts she new he was near.

Her fingers pick up speed against her pussy as a familiar knot in her flares up.

“Fucking beautiful, your doing so good baby. Your gonna swallow my cum right? Like a good little cumslut. Hmm?” Y/n moans a response, causing his thrusts to stutter at the feeling.

Neteyam fucks Y/n’s throat faster, picking up the speed. His balls slapping against her chin, the sound echoing throughput their hut. He felt his orgasm draw near, his eyes watching feverishly as she fingered her clit. How her eyes were blown wide, her gaze holding nothing but lust.

“F-fuck, I-m, I’m cumming!”

Neteyam growls, holding her head flush against his pelvis. Steams of his cum spurt down her throat, his hips twitching as he lets go. Y/n’s eyes roll back momentarily, her own climax washing over her like a wave as she felt her mates cock throb in her mouth while emptying his seed. Her gags only egged him to empty fully inside her.

“That’s it, take it. Take it like a good girl” he mumbles. His face dipping with sweat, he pushes the strands that cover her face aside. His jaw hangs low at the sight of her face. Her expression blissful, her body still trembling under her own orgasm as she slowly pulls away from his cock.

“Let me see” Neteyam orders, his hand moving from her hair, to under her chin. Lifting it up as she sticks out her tongue, coated with his thick seed. Neteyam feels his cock twitch again at the sight. Y/n closes her mouth swallowing his cum, humming at the taste.

Feeling whatever adrenaline that held her up disappear, Y/n crumbles back into the mat. Laying on her back, her legs spread out revealing her sopping pussy. Neteyam quickly follows after her, his hands rest on the mat beside her head watching her eyes bounce around the roof of the marui and along his face with a dazed like expression.

Neteyam swallows thickly , wanting to voice his concern only to be cut off.

“Please-“ Y/n begs.

“Please fuck me, it burns inside Neteyam” she whines. She looked exhausted, her face sweating more then before. But the hunger in her eyes were far from gone. Neteyam’s hand trails down to her heat, cursing at how wet she was. Scooping up her essence he brings his fingers to his lips, lapping it up greedily.

“So wet, you taste so good. So fucking good sweetheart.”

Neteyam trails his face against her, his mission to reach her pussy is stopped by a sharp tug. Y/n frowns, her eyes furrowed. "Please, I'm stretched o-out. N-need you.." she whimpers out, her eyes scruching sightly in pain. Neteyam nod's, mentally noting that he would devour her later. Right now she needed a deep fucking. And he would deliver, like a good mate.

Neteyam lifts her leg, holding it in place. He lines his hard cock against her folds. Angling his hips just right to brush himself between her wet pussy lips, lubricating his cock in the process. Y/n bucks her hips upon feeling his heat against hers. Neteyam smirks down at his desperate mate.

Steading himself he lines the tip of his cock, prodding the entrance. He pushes in slightly only for both of them to hiss at the tightness of her pussy.

“So tight, you sure you can take my cock baby?” Neteyam asks, a hint of concern mixed with his overgrowing lust. Y/n nods, not trusting her voice anymore.

Neteyam knew Y/n was stretched out, the size of his cock shouldn't have hurt her. But behind all that lust, he felt a sting of concern. Exhaling through his nose he glances down at her wet pussy, glistening with her nectar. He felt his body shiver at the sight, she wanted him. she needed him, and he wouldn't deny his urges anymore.

Neteyam leans in and captures her lips into his. Their lips mold together, their tongues dancing along one another. He tasted himself through her tongue causing a groan to escape. Y/n's shaky hands grab onto his bicep as her lips get devoured by her hungry mate.

Taking this distraction to its full advantage, Neteyam thrusts the entirety of his cock into her tight heat causing her to squeal in surprise.

Her mouth pulls away from him letting out a moan at the feeling of his cock, balls deep within her. Finally feeling the relief of getting filled. The ache in her pussy dulling a bit, causing her to smile at the feeling of ecstasy.

Neteyam props himself on his elbows, slowly beginning to thrust into her pussy. He desperately tried to give her some time to adjust to his size, but the moment he felt her heat grip his cock in such a delicious way, his reasonings dissipated. Her heat engulfed him, tightly coiling and twitching against his length. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to.

Y/n breasts bounce as he gains more momentum, his thrusts pushing past her g-spot all the way into her cervix causing her to yell out in pleasure.

“Neteyam!!” Y/n cries out clenching her pussy. Neteyam whimpers at the sudden tightness but doesn't stop his fast pace. Feeling his fingers trail down to her stomach, he locates her clit applying pressure.

“Shit!!!”

Y/n wraps her arms around Neteyam’s shoulder, griping onto him for her dear life as he began to rut into her mercilessly. The squelching sounds of skin slapping skin fill the Marui, the humidity raising as they panted out in desperation. His thick balls slapping against her ass as he pounded into her, all the while not going easy on her puffy clit.

The familiar feeling of her orgasm approaches, as Y/n feels her jaw go slack, opening her mouth as a silent scream racks her body. Neteyam nuzzles her neck, peppering her with kisses that trail down to her throat. All while leaving his marks all over. His grip on her hips tighten, his nails digging deep into her skin. Gripping her so tightly it left crescent-like marks. Y/n shakes her head feeling the coil within her snap upon feeling the sting of the tiny cuts along her hips.

“Cu-m!! Cumming!” Y/n screams out, her body convulsing violently as her orgasm washes over her, her eyes roll back to a close.

Feeling the sensation of her orgasm rack through her form. White splotches evade her visions as she twitches under Neteyam, who slowed down a bit , only to help her ride out her orgasm. Y/n feels herself slip out of consciousness, the feeling overwhelming her greatly.

Noticing how limp she felt under his touch Neteyam pulls her up, pulling out his hard cock in the process.

“No passing out of me baby, open your eyes” he orders, flipping her over. He lays her down, her back arched and her ass out on display.

Neteyam freezes for a bit, recalling how this was the exact position she was in when Ao’nung had seen her. Bare and all.

Feeling a sudden rage surge through him, Neteyam roughly thrusts into her, startling the poor girl. She yelps, her eyes snapping open at the feeling of her pussy being filled once again.

She was already so sensitive from her previous orgasm, her hand reaches back in a attempt to slow down the snap of his hips, but this only angers him further. Taking her arm he uses it as leverage to thrust into her deeper.

“Nete- ‘s much!!” She cries, unable to lift her head from the position she was in. Face first into her mat. Neteyam grunts behind her, his hips snapping with vigor, with anger.

“Your mine. Your all mine Y/n. No one else’s! I’ll make sure everyone knows who this pussy belongs to” Neteyam growls threateningly.

Unable to understand what was being said Y/n hiccups, her tears running freely as that familiar knot appears again. Only more intense then all the other orgasms she’s had before.

“How dare you show Ao’nung what rightfully belongs to me-“ Neteyam sends a particularly hard thrust causing Y/n to lurch forward. She is still unable to figure out what Ao’nung had to do with all this. Opting to keep her mouth shut, letting moans slip out between her lips.

“-Bet Ao’nung is jerking his cock wishing he could fill this pussy” Neteyam hisses, feeling her pussy clench at the thought of being seen. Neteyam smirks, grabbing her tail and wrapping it around his forearm before tugging on it harshly.

“Do you want him to see? Hm? Want him to know who this pussy belongs too” Neteyam taunts which only causes Y/n’s orgasm to come closer. Y/n mumbles incoherently in response causing Neteyam to chuckle. He literally fucked her dumb.

“What was that babygirl?” He asks reaching down to find her clit. Y/n screams at the sensation, trying to pull herself away causing him to pull her back by her tail.

“D-do it” she mumbles.

"Hmm?" Neteyam couldn't help but sound smug, he relished how he could fuck her till she couldn't think clearly anymore.

“Fill me with your cum” Y/n manages out before pressing her forehead against the mat. Neteyam growls at her request.

“Yea, gonna fuck you till your full of my cum. Gonna watch you get swollen with baby. Fuck, everyone will know I fucked them into you.”

Y/n clenches at the thought of Neteyam getting her pregnant. The thought of being swollen with his babies. And the thought of being filled to the brim with his cum. Y/n let’s out one final scream feeling her orgasm shutter through her body. It was so intense, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She feels the unfamiliar feeling of her essence squirting out of her, covering her legs as well as her mate. Her eyes roll back as all she could see was white.

Neteyam hisses at the sight, she had never squirted before. The sight alone sent him into a frenzy as he snapped his hips harshly against her. Her body taking the impact, causing her to lurch forward each time. Neteyam uses his heavier weight to ensure he drilled deep within her each time. The scent of her arousal seemed to be heighted by her squirting, which in turn fogged up Neteyam's thoughts.

The feeling of her walls desperately clenching around him causes a snarl to leave his lips, his hips stuttering.

“You want to become a mother? Fuck yes baby, I’ll make you a mama” Neteyam promises drilling into her, chasing his own high. Y/n mewls underneath him, unable to do anything after being severely overstimulated.

Neteyam’s thrust lose their rhythm, feeling his own orgasm draw near.

“Oh fuck yes, take it. Take all that cum babygirl” he growls, leaning down his fangs latch onto Y/n's neck biting down. Y/n cries at the feeling, clenching her pussy just right.

“F-fuckkkk” Neteyam curses, as he releases his thick load within her heat. His sluggishly thrust his hips, milking out his high, while insuring all his cum is stayed nestled in her cunt. Making sure none leaked out.

His tongue laps the spot where his fangs had pierced her delicate skin, feeling her labored breathing calm him down. While still inside the warmth of her cunt, Neteyam lays beside her. Pulling her into his arms, feeling exhaustion wash over.

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Neteyam’s eyes snap open, his eyes taking in his surroundings only to land on his mate. All bruised up with a huge mark on her neck, his doing. Feeling his stomach drop at the sight he scoots closer to her.

“Y-y/n” Neteyam hums, pulling Y/n close to him.

He ignores how sweaty their bodies were, covered in each others cum. He gently moves the hair away from her face, causing her to whimper, her body going into overdrive at a mere touch. She felt her body clench at the feeling of Neteyam’s softening cock still deep within. Insuring none of his essence leaked out.

The position they’re currently in was awkward, with Neteyam hunched over to cradle her, but still comfortable. Y/n snuggles her face into Neteyam’s neck, taking in his scent. A small whine escapes her causing Neteyam to frown slightly at the sound.

“Shhh, I know. I’m so sorry yawne. Are you ok?” He asks caressing her hair lovingly.

“D-don’t” she croaks causing Neteyam to go stiff. Her voice sounded hoarse, the result of him losing control while fucking her mouth. He gulps nervously, his hands shake out of guilt.

“Don’t w-worry about me. I asked for it. I’m fine, just a little sore my love” she says still taking large whiffs of his comforting scent. She felt serene, like the cloud that had been weighing her down since the early morning had finally been lifted.

She can finally hear clearly, see clearly. At least for now, until that itch would came back.

Neteyam visibly relaxes. Peppering her face with tiny kisses, reaching for the quilt to cover her shivering form. Her wraps it around her as he carefully pulls his shaft from within her cunt. Y/n whimpers at the loss, feeling empty. She opens her mouth to protest only to yelp in surprise as Neteyam picks her up bridal style.

“Neteyam!”

“I need to clean you up, yawne” he explains as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Y/n notices how he covers her up, as well as himself. With a cloth to cover his lower regions. Carefully he steps out the Marui, noticing how it was an already eclipse .

“Where are we going?” Y/n asks watching curiously, as Neteyam calls for his Ikran. A few moments later his Ikran arrives. The beautiful green creature lands silently, as if it were on standby. Neteyam smirks, carefully getting on and securing himself as well as Y/n in the seat. He calls loudly causing his Ikran to begin the flight.

“A place Lo’ak and I found a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to surprise you, but I think it’ll come in handy right now” Neteyam explains, landing a delicate kiss against her jaw, holding her tightly against him securely.

The flight didn’t last long as they landed on the lush greenery of the forest. Granted Y/n hasn’t been this far out before, but it was still kind of close to home. Neteyam walks towards a tiny body of water, hidden by rocks. Y/n’s eyes widen seeing steam from water.

Before she could voice her concern, Neteyam quickly discard the quilt covering her. The cool air hitting her body immediately, causing her to shiver.

Neteyam quickly walks into the water. Submerging himself up to his waist, having the warm water engulf Y/n’s body. It felt like a warm hug, as all the knots, aches and pain disappear at the feeling of the warm water. Y/n sighs in content as Neteyam scoops up the warm water, gently washing her body.

“It’s beautiful Neteyam” Y/n mumbles, finally standing on her own feet. She leans against Neteyam, their bodies pressed together. Neteyam hums, continuing to wash her back soothingly.

Y/n peers up at Neteyam, her brows furrowed at the sight of his clenched jaw.

“Everything alright?” She asks quietly. Neteyam breathes through his nose, his ears twitching in irritation. He shakes his head offering a tiny apologetic smile. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes, much to Y/n’s dismay.

“I always wondered why you would disappear for your heat cycles. I felt incompetent as a mate for not helping you through them-”

Y/n feels her body go stiff, she had not intended for her mate to feel like that.

“-but after today I realized….that it’s good you continue on with that. Your heat effects me, effects my body and effects my thinking….I hurt you..” Neteyam glances down at her bruised neck, and scratches he littered her hips with. Y/n grumbles in anger.

“Neteyam I’m fi-“

“No your not, yawne! I hurt you….I lost control....I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I caused a single scratch on your body.” Neteyam admits, his voice growing thick with emotion.

Y/n cups his face, looking up into his eyes. Her eyes fierce and determined as he looks down at her, defeated.

“Neteyam. I only left for those excursions because I didn’t want to come off as needy. Always asking for your help during my cycles. When, in truth. I want you. I want you during my cycles. Not only sexually, but emotionally. It’s scary to go through them alone-“ Neteyam’s places his hands over hers. Feeling his heart crumble at her words. His tense shoulders slightly relax at her comforting tone.

“-If today has taught me anything, it’s that I shouldn’t control these urges. You are my mate. I want you with me. I need you with me. We should be there for each other. I want to be there for you during your ruts. We can help each other” she explains.

She smiles watching the light glimmer back into Neteyam’s eyes. A genuine smile twitching at his lips.

“That’s…debatable” he teases leaning his forehead against hers. He was happy to hear he able to pleasure his mate. It caused him great happiness. But her helping with his rut? That was something he was truly afraid of, because he knew how feral he got. But that topic would have to be for a later date, right now he wanted to bask in her presence.

Neteyam's nose brushes against hers, sending a fury of butterflies down to her stomach at the intimate gesture. Y/n hums at the feeling, the feeling of genuine love radiating off of him.

“I love you, more then anything yawne….. Oel ngati kameie Y/n”

“Oel ngati kameie Ma’Neteyam” Y/n replies instantly.

Her hands reach up, wrapping against his neck. She pulls him in for a passionate kiss, their fangs clash at the force of the kiss, molding together. Y/n pushes her tongue past Neteyam’s lips, moaning slightly at the taste of him.

Neteyam is first to pull back, a knowing smirk adorning his face. He chuckles softly, placing a lost strand of hair behind her ear. His tails twitches as he watches her body shiver under his touches.

“Feeling the heat again?” He teases, watching Y/n’s eyes slowly cloud with lust yet again. Her breathes come out in tiny gasps as she feels Neteyam's member against her, hardening as their naked bodies lean against one another.

“Yes” she breathes out, her eyes solely on his lips. Thinking of ways to latch onto them again.

Neteyam laughs, pulling her tightly against his toned chest.

“I best get to work then, huh?”

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A/N: Hello again! Thank you so much for your likes. I honestly didn’t think 'Scorching Heat', was good, but I’m glad you guys enjoyed! Also, thank you for 100 followers! I had to rush this in time for my milestone. I’m not that confident in this smut either, so please be kind and ignore any mistakes you may find. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed Pt.2! Let me know what you think!

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BEYONCÉ RENAISSANCE World Tour, London May 29, 2023  

[reagent-leon]

GUYS!!! Stop saying Coyle is singing his ABCs wrong!!

"T, P, D, A, T, F, C, I, A, F, B, I, U, S, P, I, S, D, O, D, S, S, S, U, S, A."

He's not singing his ABCs he's just using the same tune, they're all acronyms

TPD = ?*

ATF = Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives

CIA = Central Intelligence Agency, 

FBI = Federal Bureau of Investigation, 

USPIS = United States Postal Inspection Service,

DOD = United States Department of Defense,  

SSS = Selective Service System, 

USA = United States of America

Okay? So let's all stop saying he's uneducated or illiterate because he's definitely not. Pre-Sinyala Coyle kept "obsessively complete notes" according to Clyde Perry's account, and furthermore just look at his pretty handwriting on the evidence boxes, that's not an uneducated scrawl. Coyle is willfully ignorant, but he's not lacking in basic literacy skills.

"But Leon, why did he misspell Guilty as Giltee on the Scapegoat?"

Well, friend, I don't entirely know. But as he's spelt it correctly in other places, he probably did it on purpose, matching his dialect to emphasise his point. Maybe he just forgot about the U and by the time he'd started carving the L he knew he needed to commit to his fuck up.

*Sooo I have some theories as to what TPD could stand for.

Total Permanent Disability. In one of Coyles' dialogues, he mentions his Father losing his foot in the Battle of Hürtgen Forest. That injury would likely see him permanently disabled and unable to work as he had before (it's implied that Coyles' parents were cattle ranchers), therefore he would be entitled to welfare checks.

Tulsa Police Department. Tulsa and Blackwell are within 2 hours drive of each other and it's very possible that Coyle completed his training at the Tulsa Police Academy before going on to work for the Blackwell Police Department. Tulsa also has history of violent racism, which would appeal to Coyle.

Tactical PSYOPS Detachment/United States Psychological Operations. There was extensive use of psychological operations in World War II, and given everything that the Outlast Trials are about I think this is a worthy contender.

Tobacco Products Directive. This was the only other thing I could think of that would make sense in conjunction with Coyle, but it's a European Union directive, and therefore I think it's unlikely this is what Coyle is referring to, but I still thought it was worth mentioning.

If you have any better ideas please feel free to share them!

A big big thank you to my friends in the Coyle Crew: @misa-bun @soggy-bean and @mortisdeth for their help in researching, theorising and giving me moral support when I thought I was about to lose it

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[callie-the-creator]

boyfriend!coryxkenshin hcs

sfw. this was also posted on my wattpad, so there is no point to accuse me of plagiarism or anything

• you already know cory is a hopeless romantic aka...the best type of partner! you lucky thing! you scored yourself the best of the best

• cory has not one ounce of toxicity in his very soul

— "he's a good man, savannah, a GOOD man. 😤"

• oh, what's that? you gave cramps either from your menstruation cycle or they just popped out from nowhere?

— this man would do everything in his power to make sure that you're comfortable and have everything you have to make yourself feel better

— he definitely wouldn't make fun of you or belittle you if it was because of your period (unlike those boyfriends😒)

• you already know that you'll make a few special appearances in his videos whether that be sss episodes or playing games specifically made for couples or ones that allow multiplayer

— it takes two, the dark pictures anthology, cuphead, you name it! you'll just have to motivate him enough to finish the games though since that's where he falls short...🫢

• but for the important question! what is his love language?

— personally, it's to each their own on the topic, but this is what i think: as much as i want to say physical touch, i feel like he's more of a quality time type of guy, you know? even if he does youtube, he still takes breaks and you can bet that he'll spend most of that time with you!

• there is not one dull moment as long as you're with him

• wouldn't be able to stop smiling if he caught you wearing his merch or any of his clothes for that matter...just not his puka shell necklace. never his necklace. ☝️ that's a big no-no

• he's definitely the type of bf who would play songs that remind him of you

— *cries into pillow uncontrollably*

• and when he is recording, you are known to bring him snacks or water and wave 'hi' to the camera

— but i'd doubt he'd need any snacks since this main usually has skittles, now and laters, and nutrigrain bars stockpiled in his recording room.

• if you text him randomly, he'll make a big deal about it and be all giddy. you make him so happy! 🥺

— also, if he's too scared while playing a horror game and dashie isn't picking up the phone, you're the second-best option for decisions! but you know what they say..."with great power comes great responsibility"

• personally, i don't think he's neutral on the topic of pda, but he's the subtle type bc he wants to be careful to not make you uncomfortable, especially when you two are out in public.

• since he's known to record really late at night, he'd do anything in his power to be quiet and not wake you up during his 3 scary games or his spooky scary sunday videos

— if he happened to wake you up by his screaming would definitely deadpan the camera and be like, "now why did you have to go and wake up my gf? 😐"

— deny deny deny, as rodrick heffley would say.

• we already know cory likes his anime, so i'm saying that you would binge-watch all types of shows and movies together. but, again, you'll need to motivate and encourage him a lot since he has trouble finishing stuff or gaining interest in shows

• would want cuddles or just to hang out with you if he got too upset over a game

— he has rage quit a few times

• cory would let you sit on his lap while he plays games in his spare time

— he will kiss your head or shoulder randomly. he'd also keep on hand pressed against the small of your back to support you, to make sure that you won't fall off. 💔 you guys are so cute togetherrrr

• his fans love you. i have nothing more to add to this.

• fanart and edits!! different youtubers garner different communities, and some are more likely to make fanart than others, but cory's has the best of both worlds! though, his fandom leans more towards the editing side of things, so expect lots to pop up on your fyp

• i feel like there would be a few videos like “3 minutes of cory being soft with his s/o” or, even better: “cory and y/n being the best couple for 8 minutes” compilations going around on youtube, tiktok, reddit, etc.

…that’s all i got! until next time <3

[aria0fgold]

The clock rewound, begin the count from 99.

Odile stared up at the ceiling, her vision blurry with the other eye obscured by a light coming from her face, or rather, the cracks forming on her body. It's just about what she expected, really. Taking on the entire House, not allowing even a single break during any battle, pushing and pushing far past the limits of what one body could take, all by herself… She did it all by herself. She was at her wit's end, anyone would be, with the very situation she found herself in, anyone would be. To be stuck in a timeloop, to witness the people you care about get hurt over and over again, to witness the victory of a battle hard won only to start over again and again, to witness the end of the journey and listen to the broken record that is the Headhouse Maiden over and over again.

She never really understood Why? Why are they stuck in a timeloop? Why is she the only one that remembers? Even after going through so many loops, finding out more about the secrets of the world, wish craft, the island north of Vaugarde, the King, Siffrin… Right, Siffrin, the most suspicious one of all, to be able to read that strange script in some loops. Some. Some… Odile didn't like the prerequisite for it. To die to the King's strange attack, it seems to have a next loop effect on Siffrin, she didn't like it. Not one bit. But it did tell her something, that whatever is happening right now is connected to him in one way or another.

Not like it matters now though, her vision on her other eye is completely obscured by a blinding white light. And her hearing, has gotten muffled, she can feel her… family members, by her side. They seem to be speaking, shouting as well maybe.

I wonder if they're calling me stupid…

She'd chuckle if she could. After all the hurtful things she had told them prior to… this. She wouldn't even mind if they start cursing at her. She deserves it. Odile moved her one somewhat good eye to see who was beside her. It was Siffrin, she thinks, and someone else, Boniface, maybe. Are they crying? Out of anger or worry? Is the one blurring her vision death… or tears? She doesn't know anymore. She can see the silhouette of an arm moving, hers maybe, she can't feel it, but maybe it is. There are numerous cracks on it, a blinding light seeping through. That's hers alright.

The King is gone, right? She wanted to confirm. Vaugarde will be saved, right? She wanted to ask them. Everything will be alright now? She didn't want to die with any regrets.

Well, at the very least, the funeral ceremony of Ka Bue was fulfilled in a way, not in a traditional sense and definitely not what she expected to happen either. With a body seemingly made of gems, to shatter upon death. It's hauntingly beautiful. At the very least… She won't have to burden them in her death…

[You… Closed… Yo u yyyyooo u u u uuu u rrrrrrrr r r eeeyy e ee e ee sss s s ss s . . . ]

[.. . . . . .. . Yoouu u uuu rr eyeeeee e ee esss s s s… o p e n e d . . . once more.]

Odile flinched, an electrifying jolt seemingly passed by her body, beads of sweat immediately formed on her forehead, with eyes blown wide, she quickly scanned her surroundings. She's back… at the shop in… Dormont…??? How…? WHY?!

Her gaze darted to the sound of the door opening, it was Siffrin with Mirabelle seemingly following behind him. And he… looks like he's seen a ghost…

Get back on the stage, researcher.

[queenofbaws]

Finally! I missed sss(o)s ㅠㅠ I dunno which duo to suggest, but here is a lyric prompt:

'The moment I carefully tasted it

Melting softly, that paradigm

You’re like like like a candy

You’re like like like a candy

The moment it’s touched, like cotton candy

Becoming sticky, that paradigm

You’re like like like a candy

Come on look me eye to eye

(You’re like cotton candy)

I don’t wanna wait, I want you lots

I don’t wanna waste a minute, come on babe (cotton candy)

Uh-uh you’re like a candy candy candy candy yeah'

I hope you're okay! Have a nice weekend!

To Mr. H's credit, carnival day had sounded like a good idea (had looked like a good idea too, once Abi had hung the banners and Dylan had strung up all the lights), but now that he was stuck handling cleanup duty, uh...yeah, Jacob was formally rescinding that opinion, thanks very much.

"This shit just...gets...everywhere," he grumbled, searching high and low for a towel, a napkin, a wet wipe, anything to help with the cotton candy coating his hands.

"Gonna be a real bummer tomorrow when the whole place gets swarmed with bees, huh?" teased a voice, and when he glanced up from the booth, there was Emma in all her early-evening glory, her hair held back with a wilting flower crown one of the campers had made for her, her cheeks bright with glittery swirls from Abi's face painting booth.

"Oh, Christ, I hadn't even thought of that...this place is gonna be Bug Central tomorrow - they love sweet shit like this, huh?"

She hummed in agreement, then leaned forward, mischief dancing in her eyes as she - sweet mother of God - brought his hand to her mouth and licked the length of his pointer finger clean; "Turns out, so do I," she smirked, and then, with a wink, she was off, sashaying over to the general store to help Ryan pack up the rest of the games.

"Well butter my biscuit and call me toast, I think she might be into you," Kaitlyn said from somewhere just behind him, and when he jumped (it was unimportant whether he yelled during said jump), she didn't apologize for ruining his moment or anything, but instead gestured to the lumpy monstrosities still set out on her booth, teasing, "I think this occasion calls for a celebratory balloon animal!"

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

[written-with-clouds]

Monstober Day 3: Zombies (WooSan)

Day 3/13

Summary: Warm Bodies AU

CW: Cursing and implied sex at the end.

not beta read

Series Masterlist

What. The. Fuck. 

It was a simple recon mission, get in, get medicine, get out. That’s all. He’s done it a hundred times before, they all had. They should have seen the signs. They should have left at the first bit of noise. But no, Changbin said it was ‘fine’ and they were ‘overreacting’. And what did that get him? Dead. It got Changbin dead. Along with three others of their six person group. Yeosang had lived, thank god. And Wooyoung? Wooyoung got kidnapped by a zombie! Just… claimed. Like some morbid pet. And now, said zombie, left him alone in an abandoned airplane, surrounded by other-less friendly looking- zombies that would probably love to kill and eat his brains.

Wooyoung woke up, sore and with a leg cramp. Stupid airplane seats. He at least wasn’t cold thanks to the blanket wrapped around him. Wooyoung snuggles into it slightly, sighing deeply and closing his eyes again. 

Before immediately reopening them. Where did this blanket come from? 

Wooyoung slowly turns, scanning the plane’s interior and nearly jumping out of his skin in the process. 

“Shit!” Wooyoung yells. The zombie had returned sometime last night and is now sitting two aisles over staring right at him. “Don’t do that!” 

“D-do… wha-t?” Mr Zombie asks, tilting his head like a puppy. 

“Watch people sleep! It’s creepy and off putting, undead or not.” A beat of silence and wooyoung snickers to himself. “In fact it’s probably worse because you’re dead.” 

Mr Zombie laughs. It’s a little… weird sounding, more a strained, gurgling, cough like sound. But it’s definitely a laugh. And he smiles, crooked and forced.. but all the same, it’s a smile. 

“Why did you bring me here?” Wooyoung asks, turning his body to face Mr Zombie. “What do you want with me?” 

Mr Zombie thinks for a long moment, his brows knitting together. “Don’t k-now.” 

“Are you going to eat me? Cause I won’t be tasty.. I’m too bitter.” Mr Zombie looks at Wooyoung, his eyes wide and almost innocent looking. 

“N-o… not e-at.” He points at himself then to Wooyoung, “keep sa-fe.” 

“Well then... I need food.” Wooyoung says and his stomach growls, just to prove his point. Mr Zombie grunts and nods, standing to leave he turns to Wooyoung not once, but twice, motioning him to stay put like an untrained dog. Wooyoung was not an untrained dog.

Maybe Wooyoung was a little like an untrained dog. And look where that got him… again. Hiding behind the wheel of a plane while about a dozen zombies sniff him out. 

A hand on his shoulder startles him. Turning, ready to fight, he’s suddenly face-to-face with Mr Zombie. 

“T-old you.. not sa-fe.” Mr Zombie chastises. 

Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I see that.” Mr Zombie brushes a hand down his face, wiping old blood on it. He sniffs the air around Wooyoung before making a satisfactory ‘mm’ and standing. 

“Be… dead” Wooyoung makes exaggerated groaning sounds and fake limps to mimic the zombies. “Too… m-uch.” Wooyoung rolls his eyes, but dials it back. 

“I’m still hungry… just so you know,” he whispers to Mr. Zombie.

Wooyoung sighs happily now that his stomach isn’t trying to eat itself. “Ya know.. as far as zombies go, you’re not so bad, Mr Zombie.” 

“N-ot my na-me.” Mr Zombie replies. 

“You actually have a name? What is it?” Wooyoung asks, intrigued. 

“Sss-an.” He struggles on the ‘s’ sound a little but manages well enough. 

“San?” Wooyoung clarifies. “Your name is San?” Mr Zombie San nods his head excitedly. 

“Well, San… I need to go home.” Wooyoung tries. 

“No-t safe” Damnit, Wooyoung thinks. 

“I know, I know… but you got me in here, you can get me out. I understand that you saved me, and I’m grateful.. but I can’t stay here.” Wooyoung reasons, then mentally laughs at himself. He’s reasoning with a zombie. Although this one is different. 

“Need to w-ait… they’ll no-tice” Okay… Wooyoung could work with that. 

“Wait for how long?” San thinks for a moment, Wooyoung can practically see the gears working in his head. 

“F-ew days.” 

“Fine. But only a few days, otherwise I'll find a way out myself.”

The few days went by relatively fast. Wooyoung and San talked… Well, mostly Wooyoung talked, but San is a really good listener. Wooyoung went through all the things San had collected, taught him how to dance, tried dressing him in various accessories. It was almost fun. He even got to drive a car that San showed him!

But the few days had ended, and he was still stuck at the airport. So, that night, after San thought he had fallen asleep and walked into a different part of the plane, likely to feed, Wooyoung left. 

He made it a decent distance to… getting inside one of the buildings. And then he kicked a metal can and sent it skidding on the floor. Alerting a small group of zombies. He found a weed wacker that still turned on, thank god, but was quickly surrounded. 

Then San showed up. He rushes in, taking out the zombies. “T-old you. Not s-safe.” 

“It’s been a few days, San. I’m going home.” Wooyoung says stubbornly. 

San grumbles, “Stay…. Tog-ether. Safe.” 

“Fine.. stay together.” Wooyoung resigns. One of the zombies staggers to a standing position, looking pissed. “Alive! Eat!” He yells out. 

“No!” San yells back. 

“Eat!” It yells again, taking a step towards them only to freeze as a low growling fills the room. In the doorway at the far end of the room stands a skeletal figure. 

“Holy shit.” Wooyoung gasps. San grabs his hand, still looking at the other zombie. 

“We go.” He says, and they turn to leave. They head down a flight of stairs, running as the skeletal creature chases them. 

Why the fuck is it so fast!? Wooyoung thinks to himself, pushing his legs to move faster. They just barely manage to get into a large garage and shut the door before it can get to them. Ducking under a partially open garage door, they’re met with three more skeleton creatures. San moves Wooyoung behind him, and gets in a stance to fight. But just as the creatures are about to move, the same zombie that was yelling at San to eat Wooyoung, runs them over with a luggage cart. 

“Come with me,” the zombie says in a raspy voice. San smiles and walks forward. 

“No!” Wooyoung says. 

“Want to help.” The zombie responds. San looks between the two of them. 

“Fuck you.” Wooyoung says. 

The zombie huffs a laugh, “Like him.” He says to San, who turns to Wooyoung. 

“It’s… okay.” San says, motioning towards the cart. Wooyoung grumbles to himself but gets on the cart regardless. 

The zombie takes them to the car garage and Wooyoung jumps out as soon as the cart stops, heading for the car San had previously brought him too. A large crowd of zombies stumbles out in front of them, blocking the path to the car. 

“San..” Wooyoung calls over his shoulder to where San had been… talking–he thinks–to the other zombie. 

San walks up next to Wooyoung, watching the crowd. This time, it’s Wooyoung that grabs San’s hand–it’s surprisingly warm, Wooyoung thinks. San looks down at their hands, then up to Wooyoung’s eyes, and finally back to the crowd. 

The horde hasn’t moved, they’re just standing there, staring at San and Wooyoung. So, San takes a chance. He tentatively begins walking, and the crowd of zombies parts to let them pass. One by one, they shuffle aside to allow San and Wooyoung through. The zombies watch as they climb into the car and Wooyoung turns it on before finally, they begin stumbling around aimlessly. Wooyoung takes one look in the rear view mirror at the zombie in the luggage cart then glances at San, who is turned in his seat to watch behind them, and puts the car in drive.

Of course San has the one car with no fucking roof. And, because Mother Nature has a sense of humor, it starts to rain. But not just a light trickle or a sprinkle… no it’s a goddamn downpour. 

At least the windshield wipers work… and the headlights. 

After about two hours of torrential downpour, it finally stops raining. Leaving San and Wooyoung soaked. And, more importantly, leaving Wooyoung chilled to the bone. His teeth are practically chattering so loud he can’t hear himself think!

“I can’t take it anymore! I’m pulling over.” Wooyoung declares, startling San out of whatever thought process he was having. Weird… Wooyoung thinks, didn’t think zombies could startle.

He pulls off the main road and into a neighborhood, parking in front of a house that still had a functioning door and minimal window damage. Perfect to hunker down inside of overnight. 

“God I hope there’s food in there.” Wooyoung says, mostly just to himself but San still hums beside him as they walk up the porch. Wooyoung tries the door but it’s locked. He groans and starts searching for something to break one of the windows with, when he notices San get suspiciously far from the door. 

“What are you- Oh my god!” San sprints at the door and shoves his shoulder against it, popping it open. Wooyoung stands in the doorway, dumbfounded as San just turns towards him and smiles. He has dimples… Wooyoung shakes his head, steps inside and shuts the door as much as he can. If he props a chair against it for good measure, that’s no one’s business but his own. 

He busies himself snooping through all the abandoned items, family portraits, dead flowers, books left partially read, and most exciting, a polaroid camera. 

“Awesome! I haven’t seen these in years… San, say cheese.” Wooyoung snaps a photo, the flash going off and startling San momentarily. “It’s always good to capture the moment… helps you remember what you’ve done in life…” He hands the camera to San, “Wanna try?” 

San nods, taking the camera from him and pointing it at Wooyoung. He smiles and San takes a photo, it’s blurry and Wooyoung isn’t fully in it, but San smiles at it nonetheless before sticking it in his pocket. 

A bit later, after he’d eaten–Wooyoung had found some canned beans and made a makeshift fire to warm them over–and dried off slightly, he found San looking at a magazine in the living room. 

“The bed still seems okay, so I’m gonna sleep…” Wooyoung turns to head back to the bedroom before turning back to San, “If you want to.. you can sleep in there.. on the floor… obviously…” He turns and quickly walks to the bedroom, San following behind him.

Wooyoung shivers again, pulling the covers closer against him. “God, it’s fucking freezing… Can you feel the cold?” He asks San, who is laying on the floor next to the bed. No pillow, no blanket. 

San shakes his head, then stops and his eyebrows kind of crease–Wooyoung’s come to realize that this means San is thinking about something–before he shrugs. “Kind o-of?” 

“Kind of… like.. you know it’s cold and you can feel the temperature.. but it doesn't affect you?” Wooyoung asks in response. San nods and Wooyoung hums in acknowledgment. 

He tosses and turns in the bed, curling in on himself before groaning and dramatically flipping over to look at San. “Get under the covers… you still have some body warmth and I need all I can get right now.” 

When San just stares at him dumbly Wooyoung continues. “Come on… please? It’s freezing!” A few more minutes of blank staring and San finally moves, stiffly climbing into the bed. 

Wooyoung covers both of them and curls into San, sighing happily at the added warmth. “I don’t fully understand how you have body heat… but I’m not going to complain or question it right now..” 

“Don’t know ei-ther..” San mumbles quietly. 

Wooyoung yawns, his eyes closing. “In a way.. I’m glad I met you, San…” he takes a deep breath, “Goodnight..”  

And if he dreams of a certain zombie that night, he’ll never tell.

In the morning, the two of them set out. Driving as far as the car would take them before it ran out of gas and then walking the rest of the way. Stopping a short ways before the main entrance to the walled off city.

“Here’s where we part… if you go any further they’ll spot you and kill you..” Wooyoung says. 

San looks at him like he wants to say something, but doesn’t know how. 

“Thank you.. again… for saving me. Multiple times..” Wooyoung steps forward and before he can think otherwise, goes up on his toes and kisses San’s cheek. “Goodbye San.”

“You what?” Yeosang whisper yells. 

Wooyoung points a finger at him, “You said you wouldn’t judge me!” 

“No.. I’m not judging.. I’m deeply concerned for your mental state.. maybe he did something to your brain.” Yeosang pretends to stroke a beard, acting as if he’s deep in thought. 

Wooyoung shoves his shoulder. “He didn’t do anything…he’s just… god I don’t know,” he runs his hands down his face. “He’s nothing like we’ve seen. He can speak, sure it’s choppy at best, but he held conversations with me! Yeosang, he made decisions based on thought! He wasn’t mindless!” 

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, Youngie… but it’s hard to imagine.. and you were MIA for nearly two weeks…” Yeosang sympathizes. 

Wooyoung sighs, “I’m tired… I think I’m gonna get ready for bed…” 

“Wooyoung please..” Yeosang tries. Wooyoung, already up and moving to shoo the other out of his room. 

“Yeosang..” Wooyoung says, looking at his closest friend pleadingly. “Not tonight…” 

Yeosang nods, relenting. “Fine… but we will continue this conversation tomorrow. Good night, Youngie.. it’s good to have you back.” 

“Good night Sangie..” Wooyoung shuts and locks the door, leaning his back against it and letting out a breath. He pads over to the balcony doors and steps outside, sitting on top of the thick stone railing and looking out at the horizon. 

“Woo-young.” A familiar choppy voice calls. “Wooyoung.” 

“San?” Wooyoung whisper yells, leaning over the balcony rail. “What are you doing here! It’s dangerous!” 

“Wanted t-to see you,” San smiled up at Wooyoung, his cheeks dimpling. 

“Wooyoung! Shut up, I’m trying to sleep!” Yeosang yells from the other room.

“Sorry!” Wooyoung calls back over his shoulder. “Are you crazy? The people here will kill you the second they see you… Do you understand that?”

San nods, “Yes.”

The door creaks open as Yeosang walks through Wooyoung’s bedroom and out to the balcony, “Seriously, Wooyoung, stop talking to yourse–Oh my god!” Yeosang notices San, “Is that him?” 

“Maybe…” Wooyoung draws out. Yeosang looks at him, unimpressed, and Wooyoung’s shoulders sag. “Yes… that’s him”

Yeosang looks back at San, who waves at him. “...Hi” Yeosang says.

Alright… this is new. Zombies are changing… and for the better it would seem. Not just San, but a large group of them.. And those skeleton creatures are chasing them.

One make-over montage later, and San looks normal. Well, more normal than before at least. Now they just need to get San through the city to speak with Wooyoung’s dad. Should be easy… right?

“Go back home. Barricade yourself and Yeosang in the shelter.” Wooyoung’s dad says. This was not going well, he wasn’t listening to Wooyoung. 

“Dad, please” Wooyoung pleads.

“Go, Wooyoung. Now” His dad, having turned to look at Wooyoung when talking to him, bumped right into San. Wooyoung rushes past his dad and grabs San’s hand.

“H-hi..” San stutters. 

“Who are you?” His father asks.

“This is San…” Wooyoung answers. 

“I didn’t ask you. I asked him.” He scrutinizes San, looking him up and down. When all San manages to do is stammer, his dad speaks again. “You’re a corpse, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question. 

“He saved me.. Dad. He kept me safe… I don’t know how but I triggered something in him and his change must have triggered the others..” Wooyoung explains, worriedly watching his dad. 

His dad nods slowly. “Oh.. you triggered something in him, I see…well he’s triggered something in me.” Before either San or Wooyoung could react, his dad had San pinned against a wall with a gun pointed at his head. “Things don’t get better, Wooyoung. They get Worse. People don’t change back. They change into them. And then I shoot them in the head.” 

“Dad, no. That’s not what’s happening!” A gun cocks and Yeosang steps up behind Wooyoung’s dad.

“I’m sorry about this, Mr. Jung,” Yeosang says,”Go, Wooyoung. Get out of here… Just stay safe.” 

Wooyoung pulls San away and they leave. Running out into the empty back streets of the city. 

“That… could have been better..” Wooyoung says, slowing to a walk. “What now?” 

“Need to get t-to the stadium… tell the o-others.” San replies. His voice is more steady than in the past, Wooyoung notices, he isn’t stuttering on words like he used to. 

It’s not long after that, alarms start blaring through the city and bright flood lights illuminate the roads. 

“Shit!” Wooyoung curses. “Get to the subway!”

“Woah…” Wooyoung breaths. They finally arrived at the stadium and San wasn’t kidding. Nearly the whole airport had started changing. 

One of the zombies moves to the front of the horde, it’s the one that helped them escape the skeleton beasts. 

“San…Wooy-oung,” He says. “R-ready to fight..” 

“I see…” Wooyoung replies, still trying to believe what he’s seeing. 

“Soldiers coming too…” San updates. And on cue, the roar of the skeleton creatures echo throughout the room. Thuds on the glass ceiling make everyone look up, and holy shit! They're climbing on the roof! 

“Run,” the zombie says. 

“Keep them o-out.” San replies and the zombie nods at him. 

Just as the glass shatters and the skeletons start to drop into the stadium, Wooyoung and San run onto the field. A screeching roar sounds behind them and Wooyoung glances back. A few of them had managed to slip past the zombies and are now following them. Wooyoung fires a few bullets at them from the gun he always kept on his belt, hitting and killing two of them. 

They continue running, making it out the other side of the field, as soldiers storm the building. Two more skeletons jump out, managing to tackle both San and Wooyoung, knocking his gun out of his hand in the process. San manages to break free and smashes the head of the skeleton attacking him, before killing the one on top of Wooyoung. 

“Thanks..” Wooyoung pants, grabbing his gun and standing as he and San start to run again. 

They run until they can’t anymore, stuck between a multi story drop, or death by skeleton creatures. 

“Hold on to me…” San says, pulling Wooyoung against his front. “Keep you safe.” 

“What?” Wooyoung asks before screaming as San leans back, falling off of the ledge and taking the brunt of the fall into the water. 

Wooyoung comes up for air first, sputtering around the water he swallowed. “San?” He calls, looking beneath the water he sees San floating slowly towards the top, unmoving. “San!” 

He dives back under, pulling San up. It takes a few agonizing seconds before San coughs, spitting out water. They stay there, in each other embrace for a few lingering moments before Wooyoung just can’t take it anymore and leans in. 

San lips are surprisingly soft and warm as they slot against Wooyoung’s. His hands tighten in San's hair and San grips the back of his shirt tightly. They pull apart panting and Wooyoung places his forehead against San’s, smiling. 

“I can’t believe I didn’t do that sooner..” He jokes, San giggles at him. 

A gunshot rings out as San gets hit in the shoulder and Wooyoung turns to find his father and a dozen or so soldiers. 

“Move, Wooyoung.” His dad commands. 

“No, Dad! Listen to me… they need our help!” Wooyoung pleads. “I know you lost people.. I lost them too… but just look at him.” Wooyoung glances back at San, “He’s… oh my god! He’s bleeding!” Wooyoung yells. “Corpses don’t bleed, Dad!” 

The soldiers slowly lower the guns, followed by his dad. Wooyoung turns back to San, smiling. 

“You’re alive!” San nods, smiling back. “Does it hurt?” 

“A little,” San jokes and Wooyoung laughs in shock. They slowly wade through the water as soldiers lean over the edge to help them out. 

“This is Colonel Jung, the situation changed.” He hears his dad say into his walkie talkie.

Three months later

Wooyoung stretches his arms above his head, rolling over in his bed and snuggling into the warm body beside him. Strong arms wrap around him and a kiss is placed against his head. 

“Good morning,” San says, voice gravely with sleep. 

“Mmm,” Wooyoung groans. “Too early… and you’re warm..” he snuggles in closer. 

San rubs a hand over his back, “I know… but we gotta get up.” 

Wooyoung burrows his head into San’s chest, letting out a muffled ‘Ugh’ before sitting up with a dramatic huff. San watches him fondly, sitting up himself. 

“What?” Wooyoung asks, noticing that San was watching him. 

“Nothing… just thinking about how much I love you,” San says. 

“Wooyoung smiles teasingly, “oh yeah? That it?” He leans in close to San. 

“I’m also thinking about how cute you look in my shirt..” San husks, nipping at Wooyoung’s lip. 

“How long do you think we have before someone comes looking for us?” Wooyoung asks, climbing into San’s lap. 

San pulls the blanket around the both of them, “I’d say we have around thirty minutes,” 

Wooyoung pushes San down and pulls the blanket up over both of their heads. “Hmm.. you’ll have to be quick then..”

Series Masterlist

[jojolovenotes]

inspired by a 'selfshiptember' post by @strawberry--bat this year I have decided to do a 'jojo-centric' self-ship / oc x canon related event as well for the month of September. It's my first time doing this sort of thing so I hope y'all will participate! There's no need to tag your posts if you don't want to, but, if you'd like to feel free to tag it as #JJLNSSS. There is no obligation to post every day! Just thought it might be a fun little thing to allow yourselves to indulge in your ships. While this is jojo-centric, those from other fandoms can also join in as well of course! Have fun! ♡

**Note: This is my first time doing something like this. As a writer myself, most of these prompts are more like 'questions' really but any could also be answered with art if you prefer that way too. There isn't a 'right' way to respond... the goal is just to celebrate ships in the community and to encourage engagement and positivity.

JJLN: SSS PROMPTS:

01. Have your SI / OC introduce themselves. 02. How would your F/O introduce your SI / OC? 03. What does your f/o's friends / family think of your relationship? 04. Favorite AU? 05. How does your SI/ OC influence your F/O's canon story? 06. What does your F/O love most about you / your OC? 07. What do you love most about your F/O? 08. Tag a mutual (or a few) and compliment their ship. 09. Which mutual(s) would you want to go on a group date with and what would you do? 10. How does your F/O's stand express their affection to you? If your OC/SI doesn't have a stand let's assume they can at least see/feel their loved ones stand. 11. How would Araki describe your OC / SI in his author notes? 12. What is the perfect date for you and your F/O? 13. Write a love letter to your F/O. 14. What do your family / friends think about your F/O? 15. Describe your first date together. 16. Was it love at first sight or did it take some time? 17. Gush about your F/O - anything that's on your mind. :) 18. What would your F/O be as a hero, alternatively what would they be like if they were the villain? 19. If your SI/OC and F/O were in a different Jojo part which part would you want them to be like? What would they be like? 20. Tag a mutual (or a few) and compliment their ship. 21. What is your favorite season? Is it also your F/O's favorite as well? What do you usually do during that season? 22. If your F/O described you as a kind of animal, what would they describe you as and why? 23. Tag a mutual (or a few) and compliment their ship. 24. Is there a favorite article of clothing of your F/O's that you like to wear / cuddle with? Is there a favorite article of clothing of yours that they like to wear/cuddle? 25. Have your F/O write a love letter to you/your OC. 26. Are you the type of couple to play co-op or do you play games against each other? If you really aren't into videogames - consider this question in terms of other games that could be challenges whether it's board games or sports. 27. Does your ship have a 'ship name' or do you usually just write it as OC/SI x character? 28. What trope(s) does your ship fall under? 29. Are there any other characters your F/O and OC are close to? Can be canon or other OCs. 30. Say something kind about the self-ship community.

[dedalvs]

Hello, I am loving Ts' Íts' àsh and how it’s spoken! I’d love to know if you plan on releasing a full breakdown/alphabet type thing because I would love to learn more about it and how to speak it! I’m already learning parts of it and implementing it into my daily speech to get better at speaking it, especially ashfa. Would love to learn more soon!

Best regards, Samuel

If you're talking about the orthography, I did that here. If you mean the sound system and the romanization, I can do that.

Ts'íts'àsh doesn't have a ton of consonants—very few, in fact. They are as follows (romanized form [IPA]: notes [if any]):

p [p]

b [b]

t [t]

d [d]

t' [t']: this is an ejective consonant

k [k]

k' [k']: this is also an ejective consonant

f [ɸ]: this is a bilabial sound

s [s]

sh [ʃ]

kh [x]

r [r/ɾ]: pronounced like a trill at the beginning or end of a word; otherwise pronounced like a flap

That's it! Nothing too complex. Then there are only four true monophthong vowels:

a [a]

i [i]

o [o]

u [u]

Now this is where things get complicated. Any of the four vowels above or any of the fricatives above can serve as a nucleus. This means you can have a word tkh, psh, or even ss. All of those are licit. You can also have any two vowels in a nucleus—including the fricatives. So while you can only have CVV, you can actually have words like tsá, kshí, or even pskh.

(Small aside: If one of these nucleic fricatives follows an ejective, the ejective marking moves to the right of all the consonants. So a word that begins with k' and then has a nucleus of fó is spelled and pronounced kf'ó.)

There are a number of rules for what happens when two vowels (with vowels including fricatives) come next to one another. The result is too complex to list out in text, so I'm afraid I have to do a table, and since Tumblr doesn't do tables, it has to be visual. Here it is:

So, green means the sequences of vowels are allowed to go together without anything changing. Yellow means the sequence is allowed, but some sort of phonological change occurs. Red means the sequence is disallowed. There is also a general prohibition against three of the same sound in a row, even if one is an onset and two are nuclei. Thus, while ss is licit, sss is forbidden. It is worth noting that several of these vowel-vowel sequences result in monophthongs. This is important for the phonology when it comes to tone assignment. The monophthong sequences are:

*aa > a

*ai > e

*ao/*au > o

*ou/*oo > u

This means that certain instances of the vowels [a], [o], and [u] are phonologically long, and the vowel [e] is also phonologically long (and also brings it up to a five vowel system!). Some other interesting notes:

Long high vowels broke, as in English (so *ii > ai and *uu > au).

The first element of opening diphthongs fortify into a fricative (so *iV sequences become shV and *uV/*oa sequences become fV/fa).

Any time s and sh come next to each other the result is ssh (i.e. [ʃʃ]).

The only consonant f can occur next to as a part of the nucleus is f.

Now, the tones are fairly simple. There are three tones:

High Tone [´]: The vowel is pronounced with high pitch—much the way a vowel is in English when it's stressed.

Low Tone [`]: The vowel is pronounced with low pitch—much the way a vowel is in English when it's unstressed (and also not in front of a stressed vowel).

Falling Tone [ˆ]: The pitch starts off high and falls before leaving the vowel—like when you see a kitty and go, "Awwwwwww!"

How tone is assigned is complex. Good news is if the nucleus is consonantal (just fricatives), there's no tone. Fricatives don't bear tone in Ts'íts'àsh.

The short story for tone is that tone in Ts'íts'àsh came from a combination of an older stress system and cues from onset and coda consonants. An older stressed syllable is called a blaze syllable, and an older unstressed syllable is called a smolder syllable. A smolder syllable will always have low tone unless it has a current or former coda voiceless stop. Then it will have high tone. A blaze syllable can have any tone, but the tone it's assigned depends on the surrounding consonants. Some rules:

If the blaze syllable is open, its tone will be high, unless it begins with a voiced consonant, in which case the tone will be low.

A syllable with one vowel that ends in a voiceless stop will have high tone.

Otherwise, a syllable with a voiced consonant onset will have low tone. The sole exception is a syllable beginning with a voiced consonant that has two vowels and a voiceless stop coda. That syllable will have low tone on the first vowel and high on the second (unless the VV sequence results in a monophthong, in which case the tone is high).

Sequences of two vowels generally have a high-low sequence. The same goes for phonologically long monophthongs.

Coda fricatives will drag tone down.

VV sequences in blaze syllables reduce to singletons in smolder syllables when syllable type shifts in a word (e.g. due to affixation).

And that's all there is to it! It might seem tough to pronounce some sequences we don't have in English, but once you let yourself go and lean into it, it's kind of fun! Jessie and I were both really pleased at how well it was carried off by the actors. They really did a great job!

Thanks for the ask!

[dovescheck]

TRANSCRIBED THIS!

DD 000 RRR SSS 000 SSS D D 0 0 0 0 R R SS 0 0 SS DD 000 000 R R SSS 000 SSS disk /dev/sdb: 120.0GB. 120034123776 bytes 75 heads, 63 sectors/track, 49617 cylinders, total 23441648 sectors Unit - sectors of 1 - 512 - 512 bytes Sector size [logical/physical]: 512 bytes / 512 bytes I/0 disk [minimum/optional]: 521 bytes / 512 bytes Disk identifier: 0x00000000

Device boot Start End Blocks Id System /dev/sdbi 2048 23441647 117219800 83 Doors05

Command: [? for help]: ? Command action a toggle a bootable flag b edit bsd disklabel c toggle the dos compatible file d delete a partition l list known partition types m print this window n add a new partition o add a new DDS partition table p print partition table q quit without saving changes s create a new empty disklabel t take a gander at earth u change display/entry units v verify the partition table w write table to disk and exit x exit functionality [l33t IT nerds only]

SRCHLIST "PRGR(or PRGM) CORE CORRUPTION" [EXECUTING] . . . . [100%]

DISPLAY RESULTS: -> ACCELSYS [PRGR HANG] . . . [RESOLVED] -> BOOTKERNEL [PRGR HANG] . . . [RESOLVED] -> ABSOLV [ERR] ---> TERMINATE [REBOOT] ---> SYSFAILSAFE [DISABLED] ---> SYSSELFDESTRUCT [DISABLED] ---> PGRMREPORT [DISABLED] ----> PRGMDIAGN [DISABLED] . . . [FATAL ERROR]

[autumnmist101]

New Life Sick fic

Hello! I'm new to posting here, but wanted to share this story I made towards the beginning of the New Life SMP! If you like it let me know and I may post more!

“Just a little more coal an’ this soup will be ready.” Scott Smajor says as he packs some more coal into his stove. He had spent all morning trying new recipes until a little Good Guy came around and asked him for some soup for Gem. The pour girl had recently come down with an illness since turning into a blaze.

Upon hearing the news Scott had quickly set to work making just about every comfort recipe that he could and now had a decent amount that he could take over to his friend. He just needed this last soup to finish before he could leave.

“An’ done.” He smiles before placing the last of the soup into his lunch pack. He teleports outside and took the way-stone over to Gem’s place where he was met with a giant villain-like tower. Looking past that, he could see Gem’s starter base, one of the walls having been charred.

“Guess she must’ve sneezed.” He chuckles before going up to the door of the new build.

“Knock knock!” He calls, rapping on the door. However much to his surprise a little copper golem Pearl answers.

“Beep boop.”

“Hello Pearl, I came to see how Gem is doin’.” He explains as Pearl let him in.

“Beep boop.” Pearl says again before leading him up the ladder to Gem’s bedroom. There the two find the pour blaze under a mountain of blankets with ashes scattered about and some even overflowing from the bin beside her. The blaze herself looked no better, only little puffs of smoke emitted from her skin rather than embers, her hair was frazzled to no end, and she was shivering violently.

“Beep Boop.” Pearl said for Gem to turn to the two.

“O-oh. Hi Sss-s-Sc-Scott.” The blaze stammers, sitting up as the two came over. He could hear her teeth chattering as he sat on the edge of the bed.

“I heard you were sick. Thought you could use some soup and such.”

“Beep Boop!?” Pearl perks up before digging in the lunch pack and grabbing a bowl. She holds it up and dances around making Gem giggle.

“You j-just made a fr-friend f-for life.” She says pulling the blanket closer. Pearl stops her happy dance and frowns.

“Aww, what’s wrong Pearl?”

“Sh-sh-she c-can’t act-tually eat it. Only c-copper.”

“Beep boop.” Pearl frowns before walking back over and offering Gem the soup.

“Gem, have you tried checking your temper’ture?” Scott questions as Gem drinks some of the broth. “If it gets too low you could be in serious danger.”

“We can ma— ahke— Ah Choo!” She sneezed into a tissue for it burst into flames.

“Bless you.” He says with Pearl in her golem talk.

“Thank you.” She says, “But we can actually make thermometers?” She questions for Scott to nod.

“Beep boop beep boop!?” Pearl asks for Scott to tell her the crafting recipe. She then scampers off to make it.

“So, I take it she’s been your little helper for the time bein’?” Scott questions for Gem to smile.

“Yeah, though she used to talk normally until I said she should only talk in beeps. I was joking, of course, but she’s committed to the b-bit.” Gem says before shivering again and taking another soup from the pack. “S-so how’ve y-you been Sss-Sc-Scott?”

“Oh, fairly well. Though I got lost in the nether the other day. Apparently, my teleportation isn’t interdimensional, though I did find some stuff while there.”

“Ooh like wha-ah-ah choo!”

“Bless you.”

“Thanks.” She sniffs, “What stuff did you find?”

“I found some gold, a strider spawner, a fortress, some dressers, and an abandoned city. Honestly though, the city had already been kind of raided.”

“It may have been the one Fwhip found. I know he got a lot of stuff. He also said he put down a way-stone.” Gem says setting the bowl aside.

“I thought about making one but didn’t know if they were interdimensional.”

“I think so, but I’m not testing it.” She sneezes again, “My days in the nether are over.”

“Aw you mean you don’t want to move there? It is warmer than it is here.”

“I’m sure. Too many awful mobs live there.”

“I think Sparrow would say the same thin’.” Scott chuckles, “Sausage says he met him right after he came out.”

“How is Sparrow? I haven’t seen him since I was a swarm.”

“He’s good. Still a human but he’s working on a mechanism that could give him powers.”

“Give him powers? What? Is he making a blender that’ll mix him and something else?”

“Mm hm. Sausage told him that he just had to die, but he’s not too keen about that idea, since he’s only a human. Though I think Martyn mentioned that—”

Thickth

“Gem?”

Thickth

“Uh- uh oh.”

Thickth

“Gem your freezing!” He shoots up to find a flint and steal. Scrambling to every chest and barrel he could see.

Thickth

“F-fire!”

Thickth

“Pearl!” Scott calls scrambling to a cabinet by the window. He glances out. Spotting a lava pool.

He runs back to Gem. Scooping her up and teleporting outside. He throws her into the pit, taking some fire damage due to the splash.

“Sc- Scott!” He hears her sputter. He looks back to see she had gotten her color back with the embers beginning to emit from her skin again.

“It worked! Your saved!” He cheers as she glares up at him from the pool.

“Yeah, but next time give a girl a warning. I could’ve drowned.” She chuckles wiping some lava off her forehead.

“There you two are! Good gracious! I thought you had died!” The two hear Pearl say. She walks over, the newly made thermometer in hand, and sees Gem in the pit.

“How’s that working for you?” She asks dropping the thermometer onto the stone ledge around the pit.

“Fairly well actually.” Gem states, “What took you so long?”

“Your chest monster. Honestly Gem, it’s a nightmare!” Pearl sighs, “Anyway how’s your temperature?”

“It’s still kind of low but better than what it was.” She pauses, grabbing some of the lava in a bucket before climbing out. As the three head back to her base, passing the way-stone on the way, Gem thanks Scott for saving her and for bringing over the soup.

“Don’t mention it," Scott says, stepping up to the way stone. He chuckles, "you just take care of yourself and don’t burn down the forest.”

[balladxrecs]

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS !!

fic recs, one piece

disclaimer— none of the fics are my own works. authors will be credited・if you see any discrepancies please inform me so i can fix it asap・will not link a single profile / masterlist multiple times・all recs originally posted on tumblr unless stated otherwise

☁️ — fluff・❤️‍🩹 — angst (with comfort)・💔 — hurt no comfort・🤭 — suggestive・🔥 — smut

⚠️ — dark content

. . .

[ HEADCANONS ]

first time 🔥・marycorcaroli

sanji, zoro

holding their kid for the first time ☁️・hahaimnotdeadyet

shanks, zoro, sanji

"i feel kind of ugly" ☁️🔥・bitchimasnake-sss

luffy, zoro, sanji

kicking them out of bed ☁️・usoppsstar

luffy, usopp, zoro, sanji

kisses under the mistletoe・raggedyflowers

luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace

one piece characters reactions to looking after you when you’re drunk ☁️・luffypedia

luffy, zoro, sanji, shanks

pretending to be your boyfriend・luckyscribble

zoro, sanji

random sex hcs 🔥・ eelnoise

zoro, sanji, usopp, law

s/o afraid of sex ☁️🔥・eustasskidagenda

kid, zoro, law, sanji

when you're sick ☁️・dutchess-of-fear

[ DRABBLES ]

do you like the sound of music 🔥・lawchwan

law, ace, sanji, zoro, kid

holding hands with them ☁️・citrinae

luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji

holding their newborn for the first time ☁️・penkura

ace, law, penguin, sanji, zoro

how they respond to you asking “what do you even like about me?” ☁️・imasimpforshanks

ace, luffy, sanji, shanks, sabo, law, zoro

how they react when you randomly say “im so lucky to have you” ☁️・imasimpforshanks

luffy, law, zoro, sanji, ace, shanks

jealousy + makeup sex 🔥・ilyluffy

zoro, usopp, sanji, law

op boys reaction when their s/o fell asleep on their lap ☁️・kazenomegaminowanpisu

luffy, sanji, zoro, law, kid, killer

op boys when their s/o wake them up just to say I love you ☁️・kazenomegaminowanpisu

luffy, sanji, zoro, law, kid, killer

op men & their kids ☁️・penkura

ace, law, penguin, sanji, zoro

raw for the first time 🔥・yourtamaki

romantic epiphanies ☁️・imasimpforshanks

zoro, shanks, ace, sanji, sabo

would you still love me if i was a worm? ☁️・ink-perfect

luffy, zoro, nami, usopp, sanji

your cold feet touch them in the middle of the night・ glassartpeasants

luffy, ace, zoro, kid, killer, law

[ FICS ]

baby (name)! ☁️・demonpiratehuntress

zoro, law, kaku, ace, sanji, usopp, luffy

love at first sight ☁️・plentyoffandoms

sanji, luffy, nani, zoro, usopp

[ THIRSTS ]

blowjobs 🔥・ innerfare

luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, law, kid

playing with your nipples 🔥・ innerfare

luffy, zoro, sanji, ace, sabo, law, kid

[ SMAU / TEXTS ]

"babe, i'm in the hospital"・imasimpforshanks

luffy, shanks, law, zoro, sanji, ace

"can i vent to you?" prank・imasimpforshanks

ace, law, usopp, sanji

"i paid $400 for an oil change"・imasimpforshanks

ace, law, kid, franky

morning texts・imasimpforshanks

shanks, sanji, zoro, law

saying "i love you" for the first time・imasimpforshanks

zoro, ace, usopp, shanks

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