#something the gang could do w/e with

[brain-rot-central]

Up In Smoke

A/N: Basically he smokes weed and has a really good orgasm. That's the whole fic. Very self-indulgent, but whatever. Hope you all enjoy!

Rating: light E Word count: 3.5k Pairing: Spawn Astarion x Fem!Tav Warnings: 18+, dubcon for being under the influence, drug use, alcohol mention, breeding kink, praise kink, male masturbation, mutual pining, trauma mention, intimacy issues

Summary: The gang finally reaches Baldur's Gate. Astarion isn't handling it so well, knowing he's so close to Cazador again. Tav makes an innocent suggestion that he go down to the shops and find something that can help relieve some of his pent up anxiety.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leans over to further inspect the small clear jar within his hands. Inside, a dried cluster of pungent flowers resides. Their faint smell lingers about the small tavern suite. He shakes the jar slightly, following how each bud bounces between the glass.

They've finally made it to Baldur's Gate, and gods what a relief. Not to say he didn't enjoy getting his hands messy, but there was never quite enough he could do to dig out the dirt caked within his nails. He dreamed of soaking in a hot bath for weeks.

Yet, being back in Baldur's Gate also means something more sinister.

It means he’s closer to confronting him.

His old master.

Cazador.

He panics the night before, screaming whenever he'd slip into trance. Horrid memories play behind his eyes. He feels paralyzed within them – the feeling of a hand closing around his neck, a dagger slicing into his back, shackles around his arms and legs, unable to move within the confines of the coffin he lay in for a year.

Tav wakes him eventually, holding him close within their warm embrace. She lulls him back to sleep until he slips into a more peaceful trance. When they awake the next morning, Tav proposes he go down to the shops and look for a sleep aid, or something that could potentially help quell the overwhelming sense of anticipation building within him.

“I only wish for you to be at peace,” she suggests. “You deserve it. Especially now.”

So, he does exactly that.

Perusing the various carts and shops, Astarion inevitably finds an apothecary. He's been to this one before; many, many years ago. He doesn't quite remember the shopkeeper, but feels as if it's the same woman, just now older. 

She's nice enough, giving a warm greeting as he enters the store. The smell of patchouli incense fills his nostrils and almost instantaneously Astarion feels some of the tension melt off his shoulders. 

He explains, in very vague terms, what it is he's experiencing to the shopkeeper. She holds out a glass jar filled with herbs. When he raises a questioning eyebrow, she clarifies, “This is known to help calm even the most fussy of ogres.” She smiles, nudging the jar closer to him. “Go on, take it. You won't regret it.”

With a quick nod of his head, Astarion pays for the herbs and dips out of the shop, stashing the small jar within a pocket of his armor. He reconvenes with Tav and the others; they're to address some sort of problem with a wizard prodigy at Sorcerous Sundries. He sighs audibly as Gale rambles on about the various tomes and wealths of knowledge the store holds. Gale rarely ever lets up when this sort of mood takes him. He briefly wishes he had a scroll of Silence to cast over the wizard.

With the pompous brat slain, the crew returns to the Elfsong Tavern to share a hot meal. Astarion nurses a glass of wine while the others share various plates of grilled meats, vegetables, and fish. Lae’zel offers him the drippings of her steak; he politely declines, though the smell causes his stomach to rumble. He simply chases the sensation away with more wine.

They return to their shared suite within the tavern. The party makes a joint decision that Astarion and Tav share the private room. They aren't the only two having relations, but they are the more… rambunctious couple. Both retire to the bedroom, Tav drawing a bath for herself while Astarion rests on the edge of the bed, as he is now, studying the small glass jar. 

He dares a quick whiff of the herbs, bringing the jar to his face. His face screws up tight, wincing at the offensive odor. “Smells like a godsdamned skunk,” he scoffs. He stares into the jar again.

Fool’s Tongue. 

He’s partaken before at the behest of a client. It was an important brokerage between Cazador and some far-off noble. There wasn’t much choice in the matter for Astarion. But yet, this encounter was a touch better than the others. To this day, Astarion is unsure if it was due to the drug or the man himself. He recalls the comforting embrace of the nobleman with slight fondness. At least the man tried. Not many others did.

Astarion reaches into the small satchel on his hip and pulls out a wooden pipe. He lifted it from Halsin earlier in the evening at dinner. The wood elf becomes soft once drink is involved, making him all the more easy to target. He’ll return it by morning, Astarion promises himself. He may even leave the druid a small token of appreciation for letting him borrow it, should this all work out.

Placing the pipe down onto the comforter, Astarion begins to unlatch his cloak. He lays the jar of herbs down next to the pipe and stands, letting his cape fall to the floor. He works on his armor next, until he’s down to his underthings. Bending down, he begins rummaging through his pack on the floor for his camp clothing. He slips them on, leaving his shirt untucked, and sits back down on the bed.

Astarion picks up the pipe and lays it between pressed-together thighs. It acts as a makeshift support, allowing him to open the glass jar of herbs and retrieve a single nugget. Closing the jar, he places it back down onto the bed, and begins breaking the herbs into smaller pieces to fill Halsin's pipe.

Raising the pipe to his lips, Astarion summons a small flame to the tip of his finger. He stares down the length of the pipe, mustering the resolve to continue. He hears Tav’s voice in his head, as well as that of the old shopkeeper. With a sigh, he brings his finger to the herb, pulling gently on the pipe until it begins to burn.

Smoke fills his lungs a bit too quickly, and he rips the pipe from his mouth. He coughs loudly and a bit dramatically, before finally taking a gasping breath in.

“Astarion!” Tav calls from the washroom. He can hear the sound of water sloshing around in a tub. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine, darling!” he calls back. “Not to worry,” he adds in a mumble under his breath, mostly to himself. He surveys the contents of the pipe, bringing the mouthpiece to his lips once more. Again he summons a small flame to the herb, inhaling more shallowly this time as to not scorch the back of his throat.

He holds in the hit, leaning back onto the bed. Outstretching his arms he lets the pipe rest gently on the bed as he blows out the smoke. He coughs softly – better than the first time.

A few moments pass without so much as a sound. Astarion begins to wonder if perhaps the herbs are stale. It isn't until he rolls over that he notices the first sign.

The bed is soft. Inviting. Astarion is acutely aware of how the pillow top envelopes his form. He lays flat on his back again, sighing. His eyes slip closed. An unusual warmth rushes over him, tickling his skin. It feels like he's laying in the sun and suddenly he's transported back to the forest. To the morning after.

He remembers waking up to the morning sunlight bathing his skin. He wakes up slowly, slipping back into his leathers. Tav still sleeps; he moves as swiftly as possible to not wake her. She was beautiful, even then. Naive, yes. He didn't have the best of intentions. But, she was beautiful. And infuriatingly pragmatic.

Another sensation begins to light. Astarion doesn't recognize the feeling right away. He opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling, a surge of heat rushing to his face. He swears his chest thumps with the beating of his undead heart. He stares into the lines of the ceiling, tracing the patterns of wood lining the wall. His eyes fall upon a knot; they slip closed again.

Tav straddles his lap while he lays out on the ground. Astarion’s hands hold her thighs, guiding her hips as she rocks back and forth over him. He travels up the expanse of her abdomen, passing over her navel and up to her swaying breasts. Her hair cascades down her shoulders in loose curls, his gaze continuing upward toward her face. Redded by the blush running across the bridge of her nose, her mouth hangs open in a silent gasp. She meets his gaze through heavy lids.

Astarion feels the flitter of a dormant ember ignite within his lower belly. His back arches off the bed as a gasp slips past his lips. This can’t be what he thinks it is… could it? No, certainly not. He’s surely lost the ability to feel this way without necessity. Without a performance. Without it being a bargaining chip of some kind.

A pulling behind his navel has his hips twitching in response and he feels warmth begin to pool between his legs. Gods, is he…

Aroused?

Is this truly unprovoked arousal that he feels? Astarion sees visions of Tav glistening after a bath; droplets of water sliding down tanned, freckled skin. He moans aloud and again his hips buck. His cock is beginning to stir, each rub against the confines of his leathers having him sliding his hands closer and closer to their waistband. He turns his head toward the direction of the washroom.

Astarion groans as his hand runs over the bulge in his pants and it dawns on him momentarily that it is, indeed his cock hardening at the thought of Tav naked. Her skin flushed from the warm water of the bath, hair wet, nipples pert, hips, thighs, cunt-

He's pulling his pants down quicker than he can manage, letting them pool around his ankles on the floor. He hisses as his fingertips brush the swollen length of his arousal, and he dares a quick glance between his legs. His cock has a reddish hue, similar to after he sups of Tav. It pulsates against his lower abdomen and he cautiously wraps a hand around his shaft.

It's not often he performs acts of pleasure upon himself. Usually his mind cages him off – scolds and berates him until he's too ashamed to continue. But with the influence of the Fool’s Tongue swimming within his consciousness, the voice is silent. The only thing Astarion feels is pleasure. Lust. Want. And openly; he openly wants to pleasure himself. And by the Gods, does it feel good.

He pulls up his shirt with the opposite hand to expose more of his abdomen and takes a few experimental jerks of his length. They're soft and slow; unhurried movements as he bathes in the pleasure rushing over his body. His eyes slip closed as he gives himself over to the sensation, hips bucking up each time his thumb passes his frenulum. Behind his closed lids he sees Tav again, kneeling between his legs, ready to take him within her inviting mouth. He moans wantonly as he focuses for a moment on his tip, trying to replicate the feeling of her suckling the head of him.

The door to the washroom opens, jolting Astarion from his thoughts. He makes no effort to cover himself, but instead waits patiently on the bed for Tav to discover the scene awaiting her. She exits the bathroom, running a towel through her hair, seemingly unaware of what has been occurring during her absence.

“I was thinking maybe we could mingle a bit with the others before calling it a night,” Tav suggests. She stands before the room's mirror, running a hand through her dampened locks. “How does that sound, Astar-” The rest of her sentence dies back in her throat as she observes him laying on the bed. “Oh,” is all she manages; a soft, strangled sound rising up from her chest.

He pants as he looks her over; she's wearing a simple, short beige dress. No brassiere, so her breasts fill the top of the dress naturally. It cinches at the waist with two drawstrings, while the rest flares out. The hem of the dress comes to right above her mid thighs, and Astarion swallows the sudden uptake in saliva pooling within his mouth. His cock twitches in his palm. “Y-you suggested I go to the shops,” he tries to explain. “Find something to help ease my trepidation.”

“I guess it was a success.” Tav replies, stepping closer. “I don't think I've ever seen you like this.”

Astarion catches a true blush rising to her cheeks as she studies him. As she stands before him, the scent of her arousal dances below his nose, and he groans. “It was, very,” he answers. “That d-dress is… nice,” he adds.

Tav smiles, stepping before him. “Is it?” she asks in a sultry tone. She grabs the hem of the dress and begins slowly pulling it up her thighs. “What about it do you like?”

Visions of her riding his lap flood his mind's eye. Astarion tosses his head back as he envisions taking her from behind, against the wall, on the floor – animalistic mating rituals between them both; rough, hard, fast. He can't help but suck in a sharp breath as he opens his eyes again to meet Tav’s gaze. He tries to answer her but no sound comes out.

With a smirk, she climbs onto the bed over him, hovering just above his cock. “What about the dress do you like, Astarion?” Tav reiterates. She's sure to leave her hips as far away from his hand as possible; she's aware of his intimacy issues, how delicate this situation is. She leans over him to place chaste kisses over his forehead. She smiles against his skin as he resumes tugging at himself with soft jerks of his hand.

“The convenience,” Astarion replies in a whisper. His desire is mounting, threatening to burn out of control unless release finds him soon. Tav laughs, and briefly drops her hips over the hand pumping his cock. They both moan as his knuckles brush between her slick, sending Astarion's mind reeling. “You're… you're n-not wearing-”

Tav nips gently at the pale elf’s ears, reveling in the instinctive bucking of his hips into her core. “No, I'm not,” she teases. She feels Astarion shudder beneath her and she licks the shell of his ear, moving quickly down to kiss the underside of his jaw. Tav brushes her center over his fingers again, this time deliberately passing over the tip of him.

He swallows thickly as a gasp escapes his parted lips. As hot as the thought of Tav riding his cock makes him, the shackles of his subconscious are threatening to yank his chain. “I can't, not all the way,” he pleads. Ghastly hands are threatening to enclose around the column of his throat. “Just this, please.”

Tav pulls away from him momentarily, her brow knit in concern. She studies his eyes – ruby red gems hooded over in lust. She nods, placing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Just this, then,” she says reassuringly.

Astarion sighs in relief and continues stroking himself in earnest, knuckles brushing now and again against her sex. He groans as her arousal mingles with his, slickening the palm of his hand to create a luscious glide. “Gods, how I wish I could,” he groans out.

“Could what?” Tav teases. Her breasts are pushing against his chest as it heaves with labored breath. She returns attention back to his ears, licking along its shell to nip gently at the tip.

Astarion's eyes roll to the back of his head as his body convulses in pleasure. “T-take you,” he admits through a shuddered breath. He twists his hand over the head of his cock in a specific rhythm, pulling a guttural groan from the back of his throat. “I think about it often.”

“Do you?” Tav raises a hand to cup the back of his head. She leans over, bringing her mouth close to his ear. “So do I,” she whispers. “It's not fair, you know. Having experienced you prior. Only to be cut off and denied any more.”

“You're one to talk,” he replies. He stares up at Tav, his mouth hanging agape. “D-do you think it's any easier for me? To want so carnally, only to have to deny myself?” He slides a hand up her thigh to hold her waist, guiding her down onto his core. They both sigh at the sensation as he takes the same hand and now threads it through her hair, pushing their foreheads together. “To see how the others look at you, knowing I cannot yet claim you for myself. It's… maddening,” he breathes against her lips.

Tav sighs. “Yet, here I am… in your lap. And not theirs.” She captures his lips in a chaste kiss, though Astarion surges forward. She slackens her jaw to allow him better access; like a man starved he explores the warm cavern of her mouth, tongue intertwining with hers.

He breaks the kiss with a pull of her bottom lip. “I promise that one day I will,” he speaks against her lips. Astarion pumps himself faster, feeling the coil behind his navel wind tighter. “And when I do, you’re not to leave my bed for days.”

Tav pulls her head back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Days?” she reiterates, feigning innocence. “Do you wish to mate me, Astarion?” 

His back suddenly arches off the bed, a gasp slipping past his lips. His knuckles brush against her sex again. “Yes,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Fully, properly, lavishly.” He's babbling now. Logic escaping him, replaced by a tempting carpet of depraved carnal lust that threatens to unravel at the seams.

Tav kisses him gently again. “Should I tell you a little secret?” she asks. She doesn't wait for a response before continuing. Sliding her face again to Astarion’s ear, she says quietly, “What if I were to tell you that you already have me?”

He blinks up at her in bewilderment. “H-how would that be?” he stammers. “I've barely done anything. I can hardly touch you without-”

“Because it's you,” Tav explains. “It's you I think of when I'm alone.” She shakes her head. “No one else.”

Astarion rushes forward again, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. “...The Gods truly made you just to ruin me,” he says, pulling away with a huff. He closes his eyes as he twists his wrist over the swollen tip of his length again, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

“Are you close?” She speaks softly to him, rubbing the pad of her thumb over his cheek. “Would telling you how good you are to me help?”

The coil winds tighter in his lower belly at her praise. He hums, cock twitching in his palm, pre-fluid now gathering at his tip. “A-almost,” Astarion stammers again. “M-my ears, touch them again, please.”

With a giggle, Tav dips her head into the crook of his neck, kissing along his skin leading up to his ear. She rubs at his other with her opposite hand, lavishing delicate attention to each of their tips. “Have I ever told you how handsome you are when you reach your peak, Astarion?” she pants into his ear. “The way your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp, how your eyes roll to the back of your head.” She watches him throw his head back, his hand picking up speed as he strokes himself. Tav dips her head again to his neck, nipping gently at the exposed column of skin.

“I'm going… if you keep, a-ah,” Astarion insists, breathing ragged. His chest is heaving, the influence of the Fool’s Tongue and overwhelming lust threatening to consume him. He's on the edge, right at the precipice, almost there, just a touch more-

Tav drops her hips over him again and he seizes, hips bucking wilding up to meet her. She latches onto his neck and sucks, hard enough that he knows a mark will be present by morning. Suddenly Astarion is falling over the cliff, mouth dropping open in a drawn out groan. His vision blanks, thick ropes of his release paint his lower belly as he jerks himself through the last of his orgasm.

She kisses the tip of his nose as she climbs off, picking her towel up from off the floor. Astarion lay on the bed panting, the room still spinning around him. As he comes to, he opens his eyes to meet Tav, who holds out the towel to him. “Did that feel good?” she asks, curiously.

He nods before replying, “Quite. I've used Fool’s Tongue before, but it was nothing like this.”

“Hmm,” she hums as he takes the towel from her. “Perhaps I should join you, next time?”

He huffs a quick laugh as he wipes the release of his belly, giving Tav a genuine smile. “That would certainly be something.”

[dilvuc]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝

"Weston College?! You? At such a young age???” Ciel raised his eyebrows. Nova nodded, “Because school for my age was too easy that Papa let me attend Weston College.”

“No wonder you've beaten me in chess…” the earl mumbled, rubbing his chin. Sebastian snorted, “Lost to a child, master?”

“Silence!”

A pre teen was defeated by a four year old in chess. How could this fucking be? How come such a four year old had such great intelligence? Tell that to Nova's favorite homeschool teacher.

“I was taught by my teacher who's an expert at chess.” Nova admitted. Ciel hummed, “You're smarter than you look. A prodigy child who can outsmart any adult. No adults think a four year old is smarter, but they underestimate them.”

“Master, hope you're not thinking of using him for your own advantage.” Sebastian sweatdropped.

“Nonsense, Sebastian.” Ciel smirked. Oh, he's planning something. Nova grinned, “I used to trick Papa all the time. He never even noticed that I've been stealing sweets that he hides from me.”

“Oh? What else?”

“I tricked a toy maker into making free toys for me. Then I did the similar method at school. They give me whatever I want.” The child beamed with stars floating around him. “I fooled them by acting innocent and cute~”

“...” Sebastian stared at the child before realizing that Nova and [Y] are alike. “Like a mini [Y]. He truly enjoys fooling the ladies just to get what he wants.”

“Heh. Perhaps~” Ciel smugly smirks.

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❝meanwhile w/ [y]❞

“I thought you were the only one here! Why's all of you here?!” [Y] sweatdropped as he's being surrounded by 10 women. Those ten women are his older sisters. How the fuck did a woman give birth to that many??

“Tell us about your husband! Is he cute?” One of the sisters asked.

“What's his name?”

“How old is he?”

“When did you two get married??”

“Hope you didn't do anything to hurt the poor man!”

“Why are you all ganging up on me?!” [Y] exclaimed, trying to move out of the way of his sisters. “His name is Sebastian. He was my previous head-butler, but he retired and became the head-butler of the Phantomhive Manor.”

“So…I've decided to propose to him to be my wife before we are separated. Good thing is we get to see each other again after two years apart.” [Y] blushed, scratching the back of his head.

One of his sisters grabbed her brother's cheeks and pulled on them, “You proposed to him without a wedding?! Are you a dumbass?!”

“H-hey!”

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“So, you have ten sisters?” Sebastian blinked owlishly.

❝Yeah…They like to nag me and stuff. They were desperate about you, too…❞ [Y] sweatdropped.

❝[Y]! Is that Sebastian that you were talking about? Let us talk to him!❞ Sebastian heard of the sisters grabbed the phone from the male. ❝You must be Sebastian! His wife!❞

“E-eh? Wife? I'm actually his husband—You know what, yes, I am his wife.” Sebastian said proudly with stars sparkling around him. “It's lovely meeting you all. My dear husband hasn't told me that he has 10 sisters.”

❝Idiot! Why haven't you told him about us?!❞ one of the sisters bonked [Y] in the head. [Y] grunted in pain, ❝Ow! You don't need to hit me!❞

Sebastian chuckled, “You all seem to get along well.”

While Sebastian was on the phone, Ciel was listening in on the conversation. He did hear Sebastian mention something about being someone's wife. Who?

❝You’re an omega, right? If so, when will I have my niece or nephew?❞

“A-ah? Children?” Sebastian blushed. “We wouldn't go that far to have children. We already have our adopted child.”

❝Adopted? That's more than enough! I wanna see my child~❞

The earl could see the embarrassed and bashful look on the butler's face. Why is a demon butler so embarrassed and bashful?

“But…if we were to do it again, then perhaps we can bear a child of our own…” Sebastian blushed, clasping his fist over his mouth. Ciel gasped softly.

❝E-eh?! Sebastian??? You never been a type to want a child!❞ [Y] exclaimed.

“Nova needs someone to hang around with, correct? I wouldn't want Nova to feel lonely.” Sebastian mumbled. The earl gawked at what he's hearing.

❝Ah…You're so cute. Alright. Whenever you're ready, we can continue without protection.❞ [Y] smiled.

“Hahaha~ You're always so charming~” The butler chuckled heartily. Ciel jaw dropped, like, what the fuck is he hearing??? Sebastian, an omega? A wife? Wanted children? With who? Who???

❝I’ll return in three days. Love you…❞

Sebastian was a little taken back by this before timidly responding back, “L…love you, too…Bye.”

After he hung up, Sebastian covered his red face, extremely happy that he was able to say “Love You”. To be honest, this is the first time he has ever said it which made him embarrassed.

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Back with Ciel, the earl returns to the library with so many questions that need to be answered. Nova noticed Ciel's curious expression, “Ciel-nii?”

“Nova. Did you do that on purpose?” Ciel asked.

“Huh? What?” The child tilted his head.

Ciel kneels down at Nova's level, “About Sebastian and [Y]. They're…married…?”

“Ah. Ciel-nii found out…” Nova mumbled. He knew the day would come eventually. Ciel flinched, “You knew?! Is that why you're so desperate for them to be together because they're already married?!”

“You weren't so smart either…” the child admitted. “But…just pretend that you didn't know. You'll see how genuine their relationship is. Just don't get caught, k?”

“...You're right. Maybe I'll pretend that I didn't know until I find out more about their relationship.” Ciel mumbled, rubbing his chin. “It must be an act…! It must've been. I'll see if it's true they're being a genuine couple…”

“Tell me. Did you know that—”

“I know Mama is a demon. It was obvious…” Nova answered. Ciel sweatdropped, “Is this kid smarter than me???”

“Ah. Apologies for the wait, Master and Lil’ Nova.” Sebastian apologized as he entered the library with tea and juice then set them on the table. “Did I make you wait…?”

“No…We were just talking…” Ciel said. Sebastian nodded, “I see. Hopefully you're not making fun of me.”

“Not anymore, mama Sebastian.” Ciel teased, taking a sip of his tea. Sebastian gritted his teeth with annoyance.

“Thank you, mama.” Sebastian's angry aura disappeared when he heard Nova’s appreciation. Flowery aura surrounded the butler as he turned around and faced the child, “You're most welcome, lil’ Nova.”

“He's definitely a mama…”

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“My, aren't you adorable? How about a sucker?” Lau smiled as he tried to get the child's attention with a sucker. Nova hides behind Sebastian's leg, staring at the male, “Child predator…”

“Eh?” Lau sweatdropped.

“Shall I report you to the police?” Sebastian questioned with a dangerous smile. Lau sweatdropped, “W-wait…”

Madam Red bonked Lau on the head, “Stop scaring the child!” The lady in red then asked her nephew, “Where could Sire [Y] be? Is he not here?”

“He's on a three day business trip. He'll be back to get Nova.” Ciel answered, glancing over at Nova who's being spoiled by Sebastian. “Sebastian is playing as his mama. Spoiling the child.”

Nova beamed, “Mama, I want a telescope! I want to study the stars tonight! I've heard that there's a meteor shower coming tonight!”

“I'll be sure to get you a telescope. Anything else? A teddy? Books?” Sebastian beamed.

“Book about stellar astronomy!” The child replied.

“Oh? We have an astronomer, I see?” The butler chuckled. Nova nodded proudly.

“Ah…He's spoiling him like a mother…”

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❝w/ [y]❞

“So a bomber was planning to blow up the train, huh? Glad that was handled.” [Y] sighed with relief since he doesn't have to stay with his nagging ten sisters. Little did he know, the culprit is still active.

The taller male sat on the train and waited until he could reach the next destination. Sending three days away from his wife and child is a pain. The [h] haired male couldn't call them on a phone, so he decided to write a letter.

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02 . . . william & v.s. darius

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— cw: none.

Kate: Wh—? What do you mean, me for a reward——

In response, Will narrowed his eyes, the color of blood, with an alluring smile on his lips.

William: It is a charming idea, although I have no intention of handing our dear little robin over.

W: If I emerge victorious, would you let me do as I like with you, Kate?

Darius, too, wore a smile as bewitching as that of an angel’s, his honey eyes sweetly tempting.

Darius: And should you become mine, I suppose I��d take you back home with me.

D: How about we have so much fun together that returning to England won’t even dare cross your mind again?

Kate: W-wait, hold up, that kind of thing...

This unexpected turn of events sent my heart racing in confusion, when——

The two of them glanced at one another before bursting out into a hearty laughter.

William: Ahaha, it was a joke in good fun, Kate. It’s not in my slightest interest to offer people up as prizes.

Darius: Ahaha, you take everything so seriously, miss fairytale keeper. Color me veeery intrigued.

Kate: Ehh? Okay, that’s enough ganging up on me, you two.

K: That said, though, I am interested in this match, so if it’s alright, could you let me prepare the prize for the winner?

William: What a wonderful suggestion, thank you. Of course I am more than alright with that.

Darius: Agreed, I’m happy with anything as long as you are the one who chooses it, miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: Please leave it to me then!

——From the first throw, the two made a splendid display.

Darius: I expected no less from you, William.

William: I could very much say the same of you. I’ve learned yet another new thing about you today.

Horseshoes were not only heavy, but also bore a shape that made it difficult to throw well,

but both Will and Darius were able to throw them at the stakes they were aiming for with ease.

Kate: Will! Darius! ...You’re both doing really well!

With such clear skill, I could hear exceptionally loud cheering along with murmurs of praise.

“Wow, they make it look so easy,” “I feel like I’m being sucked right in,” “Those two are so cool”...

(They both don’t seem like they’re going to miss a mark anytime soon. At this rate there probably won’t be a winner and... ah.)

It was then my eyes stopped on something a child who had been passing by was selling.

(Okay, that’ll be the reward!)

I chased after the seller to buy the item I had my eye on, and on the way back——

I ran into a store that was selling another thing that could work.

(And with this... it can just be a gift from me to him, not for winning a match, but rather for the memory.)

I went back to where the two were as the match was drawing near the end...

Kate: Here you go! A reward for the winner. ——In other words, the both of you.

I brought out two cups of chilled lemonade.

Darius: Hm? Wait a minute, you wouldn’t know whether the results ended in a tie until the end, yes?

Kate: Ah, about that...

K: From the very first throw, I could see that you and Will were around equal footing.

Darius: ...Ho-oh?

Kate: And I was thinking if there’s no gap in ability, you can only really leave the rest to luck or how strong one’s desire is to win——

William: ...

Kate: But even in luck and desire to win, I felt you two were on equal footing for those as well.

K: So, I took a bet that it would end in a tie, and I prepared two prizes.

Darius: And what were you going to do if it hadn’t ended in a tie?

Kate: Were that to happen, of course the second lemonade would be for me!

William: Ahaha, that is very much like you, little robin.

W: I will graciously take the lemonade then. Here’s to the little robin who has won the bet, cheers.

Darius: I see you have a strong hand in these games as well. Thank you, and cheers.

Seeing the two drinking the lemonade, enjoying it, my cheeks became more lax.

——At that moment.

Something bumped into my back then.

Slightly dirty boy: Be careful where you’re walking!

The boy turned back briefly to spit out those words before quickly leaving.

Kate: S-sorry, you too! Be care——

William: Let’s chase after him.

Kate: Huh?

William and Darius had already begun running after him, and in the next beat I followed after them.

Darius: Miss fairytale keeper, was anything stolen from you, by any chance?

The boy’s back appeared and disappeared among the throng of people, and while chasing after him I checked my pockets, and——

Kate: ! It’s not here!

The present that I had gotten for him was gone.

I paled in realization, and Will, seeing this, whispered in a calm voice.

William: So I see you do hold it. He may be a child with connections to that organization.

W: ——That which is stolen is bound to return to its rightful owner.

Kate: R-right, anyway, let’s get him!

Darius: Hehe, this is just like Fangen.

D: ——Except that the child’s the one who is ‘it,’ I suppose.

The boy skillfully maneuvered his way through, slipping through the small gaps between the crowd of people and wagons.

And I could recognize the route he was taking, so——

Kate: I’ll go around from here to cut him off!

I separated myself from the crowd to block off the path of the boy, who had come out from under a wagon.

Kate: Stop right there!

The boy seemed startled before changing directions, but there...

William: As expected of our little robin.

This time, surprised by Will, he once again changed directions...

...only to run into Darius.

Darius: Seems like it’s your loss. Ah, and over there is the little miss fairytale keeper.

Kate: There’s no use running now!

Now surrounded in three different directions, the boy panicked.

Slightly dirty boy: ...gh, take this!

The boy took a basket adjacent to him and knocked it over.

The plums that were originally stacked like a mountain scattered all across the street, hindering our path.

Kate: Awawa!?

I caught the basket that had fallen with the plums a moment later.

William: Ahh, could you hold it like that, Kate?

Will deftly picked up the plums one after the other, throwing them into the basket I was holding.

Darius: Could you hold the basket toward me as well, miss fairytale keeper?

Darius, too, picked plums up in a carefree manner before tossing them into the basket, not a single one falling back to the ground.

(Wow, these two are really good...)

In that time, the boy had ran into a side street with agile movements.

Kate: Ah, that path——

After the plums were all back in the basket, we continued our chase once again, and as my memory served, we were nearing a place where the path diverged.

Kate: From a distance, it looks like a straight path.

William: So I see. The boy thought to use this to try and deceive our eyes.

Darius: And had you not told us, miss fairytale keeper, we may have very well just gone straight without a drop of hesitation.

D: ——That said, it is also very possible that, on the flip side, he did actually go straight.

William: The boy is also watching the little robin’s movements, after all.

Darius: Then how about we split into two teams here?

William: Indeed. Then you and I can each tackle a path. Which leaves our little robin.

Darius: ——Miss fairytale keeper.

Both of them turned toward me at the same time, and I gave my answer...

to be continued…

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Patrick Hockstetter NSFW ABC

A- after care(what they're like after sex)

Because of his issues, like where he thinks he's the only real person, he was never into aftercare. Until he found out you were like him. He was thinking that you and him were the only real people and he wasn't alone. So he wanted to protect you and take care of you

B- body part (his favorite body part of yours and your favorite body part of his)

He loves your hips. Even if he likes to protect you he's always rough with your hips. He burns them and cuts them whenever he feels like you deserve it (which is whenever the wounds heal or he's bored) when with the gang your always in his lap and his hands are on your hips.

You love his stomach. He let's you draw on his stomach and chest when your alone. Usually your by the quarry or in your backyard while your parents are out.

C- Cum (anything to do with Cum)

He loves covering you with his cum. He knows that neither or you are ready for kids but he so badly wants to Cum inside you so he uses a condom a lot of the time

D- Dirty secret (something he's secretly into but won't tell anyone)

He used to stalk you from time to time in middle school and start of high school until Victor invited you to the gang

E- Experience (what kind of experience does he have from before you got together)

There wasn't much loving experience in him. There was sexual experience from small hookups from before you got together

F- Favorite position (what position does he love you in)

He loves you riding him because 1) he doesn't have to do much 2) you always look amazing when you do

G- Goofy (how Goofy or serious is he in bed)

He was never very vocal during sex but more recently he started joking about kids

H- Hair (does the carpet match the drapes and how well groomed is he)

Same color. And he's very well groomed

I- Intimacy (how intimate is he during sex)

He usually it very rough buy sometimes if he knows you had a bad day he'll do everything in his heart to make you feel good

J- Jerk off (masturbation headcanon)

He stole a couple pairs on your panties to jerk off to. He'll jerk off under the blanket while you guys watch movies in the living room

K- Kink (the kinks you and him have)

Hot wax(as mentioned in another post of mine) and a knife kink

L- Location (where does he love having sex with you)

Your bedroom when your parents are in their room or the living room

M- Motivation (what kind of stuff gets him off. And what does he do to make you needy)

Seeing you with any guy. It makes him go crazy.

All he has to do with you is hold your neck while looking down at you

N- No (things he refuses to do with you)

He refuses to fuck you while your crying or injured. When you broke your leg because Henry brought you into a fight he didn't fuck you or eat you out. He took care of you and cuddled you making sure your leg was ok

O- Oral (how does he feel about oral)

He loves seeing your face while eating you out and watching you suck him off so oral is his go to before sex

P- Pace (how fast does he go with you)

He's fast and rough which is something you've gotten used to

Q- Quickie (how does he feel about quickies)

He loves quickies at school or in the woods or near the mini fridge

R- Risk (what kind of risks is he willing to take)

Public sex turns him on so much so he doesn't care is someone sees

S- stamina (how is his stamina)

He could go for hours if you wanted

T- Toy (does he have or like to use any toys when with you)

He doesn't have any toys but has said that if you wanted to use toys he'd be ok with it

U- Unfair (how much does he tease you)

He teases you all the time around the gang. He loves seeing how embarrassed you get around the boys

V- Volume (how loud is he during sex)

He wasn't very vocal but he likes to sweet talk you sometimes

W- Wildcard (random headcanon)

He would love to watch you and Victor go at it. He knows Victor is your best friend and that he had a massive crush on you before you and Patrick got together and never really got over it. As long as it was someone he knew he didn't mind sharing you

X- X Ray (how big is he down there)

You know that stereotype that skinny guys have big dicks. Well it's more than true for Patrick

Y- Yearning (how high is his sex drive)

He wants to fuck you every second of the day

Z- Zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards)

He always makes sure your asleep before he goes to bed

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 2~

his info: 🖕✨

part: 1 2 3

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, reader in a skirt, NSFW, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, name calling (bitch, slut, ), BULLYING, stealing, use of toys, non con drugging exhibitionism

You make sure to check your peephole before leaving today. You make sure to make it to class early for a seat closer to the front. And by the gods you make sure to bring pepper spray.

You aren’t allowed weapons on campus… but maybe you can talk your way out of it.

“Move it,” You jump upon hearing Ezra’s voice way too close to you and begin to shiver and breathe heavier.

No

The person sat next to you scrambles to get away almost forgetting their wallet and phone.

He flops down in the now vacant seat.

You remain sternly faced forward. Trying and failing to just pretend he’s not there.

*Slap!* His open palm lands square over the width of your thigh. “So, bitch, what’s it gon’ be”

“Wh-what’s what gonna be?”

“Do you wan’ do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

His friends surround you both…

“E-easy way…” you don’t even know what he’s talking about, but you’re catching onto his game.

He snaps and they lift you to your feet by your bicep.

You comply, though they’re all taller than you and your shoulder bends uncomfortably.

They walk you shamefully in front of the group, pushing you when you start to slow down or stumble.

You’re taken off campus, and to a store in a strip, that felt like a thirty minute walk away.

The name on the front reads, “Tease” in big black and hot pink letters.

Ezra now personally pushes you towards the door.

“What a-are w-we do—” you start.

“Steal five things, go bitch! Go!” he claps and bends over you speaking in a higher pitch as if he’s telling a dog to go fetch.

He shoves you through the door.

Whiplashed you simply stand for a second, before taking a deep breath.

You grab a few of the first boxes you see, and head towards the back. there’s curtain covered changing areas… There won’t be cameras back there.

Glancing toward the counter where a woman reading a magazine, stands, you sigh. At least she doesn’t look like she’d care if you were stealing.

You slowly open the packages you nabbed and shove the toys in your pockets. You wore a big hoodie so as long as a hand is in the pouch you can cover up the lump and the other two are snug in the band of your skirt.

You still need two more things… but anywhere else you could put them would be too obvious.

You spot something labeled “anal plug” and have an idea… It’s a pretty terrible one, but it’ll definitely work.

You grab that, and one more box, then open up the curtain for hopefully the last time.

Your face is hot as you peel down your wet panties…

You open the first box and put the plug in your bum, trying to avoid thinking about what you are doing. A warmth spreads fast between your legs because of the pressure.

The next box you open is bigger than the other stuff you grabbed…

You contemplate for a second swapping it with one of the smaller things in your pockets, but it would be way too obvious there.

You try and push it in.

Struggling to even get the tip in you quietly grunt.

After a solid minute of trying again and failing, you put it in your mouth before attempting it again.

Thankfully it goes in this time, albeit rather painfully. You allow yourself time to adjust, and breathe.

You try and compose yourself before you walk out as normally as you can.

The bell jingles as you exit.

At first you don’t see Ezra and his gang, and you feel stupid. Maybe you could’ve just waited them out instead of stupidly stealing everything and shoving toys inside yourself.

A window on one of the cars blasting music out front, rolls down, revealing him with a cigarette between his fingers.

“Took ya long enough. Show us what cha copped,” he takes a drag, and inspects you from head to toe as you walk nervously over. You stumble a little, still not used to the toy intrusions.

“Hurry up, slut! we’ve all been bored as shit, I wanna get the fuck out,”

You drop the three things into his palms.

“Yur missin a couple a things,” His smirk becomes frigid and sinister.

You lean into his ear slowly, at first he scowls, before realizing what you’re doing. Then he lifts a hand to block your mouth from the rest of the guys so you can whisper freely into his ear.

“Th-there—d-down—there…” Your face is burning hot.

He busts out laughing, “Oi that’s fuckin rich! Hey guys! The bitch couldn’t wait!” He looks into your eyes, some emotion you can’t catch flashing across his face. “What’re ya waitin for? Bend over and show us already.” His voice is ravenous.

Swallowing, you do as instructed. Your legs shake as you pull your panties down again, and pick up your skirt then lean forward, keeping your eyes screwed shut tight.

They all woop and cheer and laugh at you, and Ezra smiles with what looks almost like pride.

He slaps your ass hard, and you bite your lip to stifle a cry. Then he stands to block you from them as you fix yourself.

Smiling at you devilishly, he now leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know… There were packs of gum and shit up front…”

He gets back into the driver’s seat and pulls off the lot, the other cars follow.

You’re left in the dust, with toys stuffing your holes, alone and embarrassed.

At least they threw your stuff on the ground before they left, so you can call your roommate for a ride.

She doesn’t question why you’re stranded, why you’re sitting weird, or even about yesterday.

Class the next day is quiet.

So are the hallways, you don’t even see any of Ezra’s gang.

You’re mid sigh of relief the next morning when he struts into class late, sporting some new bandages.

“Ezra! We saved ya a seat~” A girl toward the back waves as she greets him.

“Hey, Ezra~ last night was fun!” The girl sat next to the first, calls after.

You try and block him out, until a paper ball hits you in the head.

You ignore the first, and second… But at the third you turn to see him making a gesture for you to open them.

The first one just says “Bitch” and you hold it up to him with a question written on your face.

He mouths “The other one” while rolling his eyes.

The next one says “slut” and you almost laugh imagining showing him that one and feigning ignorance. But you think better than to irritate him.

The last one you unfurl reads

“I got ya a present”

You turn to mouth “thanks?” while shrugging, before you look back toward the front of the class, you notice each one of those girls have a hand on his chest.

You feel a small pang of jealousy. Why is he nice to them? What did you do to deserve the treatment he’s giving you?

On your way out of the room you hear him call after you, “Forgetting something bitch?”

You let out a long sigh through your nose, “coming…”

The two girls are the last to leave they wave on their way out.

While remaining seated he lazily extends a paper bag to you. His smirk is annoying and would make you angry if you weren’t still so scared.

“Wh-What’s wrong with it…?” You snatch the bag and sniff it first.

It smells like a brownie.

You open it, and it looks like a brownie.

He laughs out his nose, while watching you, “If you don’ wan’ it—”

“N-no… It’s fine, i’ll eat it!” You interrupt before he thinks you’re even more ungrateful.

You’re overcome with hope that this is him extending an olive branch!

You bound out of the room, making it on time, you decide to eat it before class officially starts.

It doesn’t really taste all that good… But you can’t be rude. He probably just… Didn’t know a good place! yeah.

you don’t know how far into the lesson you get to before you feel something in your guts shift.

You need to leave right now.

Luckily this isn’t high school and the professors don’t care if you don’t ask.

You make it to the bathroom in time to throw up.

The entire way there you stumbled, and ran into the walls. It feels as though you’re on a ship, that’s swaying in the ocean.

What the fuck kinda sea sickness feeling food poisoning was in that sweet? He must’ve got it from somewhere really terrible on accident.

When you leave you can’t stop giggling.

The giggling turns into crying, where the fuck are you? A hallway? it’s definitely the college corridor but… It’s reminding you of a hallway you’ve seen as a kid.

You were so small…

Now you’re…

What are you?

“Hahaaa” you’re laughing again.

You don’t even notice right away when you trip over your own feet, now you’re falling down the stairs.

Someone grabs you before you can truly fall, and now you really can’t stop laughing.

“H-hey thanks” You turn in what feels like slow motion and see a strange guy holding you.

“You can let go nooowww thanks~ hahhh haha” You try and shimmy yourself free, his hands remain firm.

[loveandleases]

Nsfw alphabet for cam, please? 👀

Of course, everyone is getting one! So Cam's will be below!

Kara's ABC

Isaac's ABC

G ABC

M ABC

Ardent ABC

A = Aftercare - He is the most considerate when it comes to aftercare, he might be utterly exhausted, but he will ensure his partner is taken care of. Do you need a massage? Cuddles? Something to eat or drink? Cleaned up? Cam will do it all, don't you dare move. You relax!

B = Body part - His waist. He likes how it's smaller than that of his chest and hips. Slutty waist gang unite, Cam is here for it. His favorite part on a partner is their waist! He loves to circle his arms around them, especially MC. If someone needed him to kiss along their midriff sparing no area with his kisses, he is more than up for it.

C = Cum  - The idea of marking his partner be that with bites/hickeys or with his cum does not deter him. If his partner lets him breed them the way he wants, Cam will happily watch his cum drip out of them. That will just get him going all over again.

D = Dirty secret - He once went down a water slide with MC sitting between his thighs. Their proximity to his crotch turned him on so he faked that MC hit him in the crotch instead so they wouldn't notice he was hard.

E = Experience - Cam has had sex several times he isn't the most experienced nor the least. He definitely knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite Position - He honestly doesn't have one. If he had to choose it would be the cowgirl position. He loves being able to see his partner, every breath they take every time they close their eyes. All of it.

G = Goofy - He can be! Cam will joke with their partner, especially since sex an be well funny, and some noises happen. He could ignore them or tease you instead and make you feel better about it.

H = Hair - He has a nice ginger happy trail that leads down to his 🍆 , he keeps the hair around it nice and trimmed, just in case!

I = Intimacy - Cam hasn't really been intimate in the past, but MC that will change drastically. He will want the moment to last as long as possible, tell them how much he cares about them while thrusting into them slowly.

J = Jack Off - He does it often, at least twice a day.

K = Kink -Breeding. He is very much going to ask his partner if he can breed them.

L = Location - Honestly, somewhere in public, but with MC Cam won't want people to see their beauty. So somewhere a bit more hidden. Oh yeah in front of the apartment window, no one looks up there! (Cam brain)

M = Motivation - MC! The way they arch their back when they stretch, the way they walk. Just MC <3

N = NO - He is not going to call you a bitch. He refuses!

O = Oral - He really enjoys receiving, like a lot. Please don't eat anything phallic around him. He will not be okay. But honestly, he really likes the idea of giving MC oral. Just making them moan his name, guy is a goner.

P = Pace - Cam is both, he can be really rough. Will absolutely pound his partner, or he can be very sensual. It would last for hours.

Q = Quickie - Yeah he would do a quickie, but only on the condition that they do it again properly later.

R = Risk - Does going down on MC in public count, because he is absolutely game. Risk works for Cam, in so many ways.

S = Stamina - With himself, he can go at least twice a day, with his partner 3. With MC, yeah...past 3.

T = Toy - He has no toys, doesn't mind them but would rather be the one to make his partners eyes roll back in their head.

U = Unfair - Way too much. You want him to go faster/rougher, oh okay he is going to slow down until you beg otherwise. Cam will tease the hell out of MC, it's because he cares!

V = Volume - Very loud! So much heavy breathing, grunting, and cursing. When MC asked if he was coming (into the room) Cam very loudly yelled "Fuck, yes!"

W = Wild Card  - Has accidentally sent a sext to MC before, with a pic of him in a towel, it was for his partner at the time. We don't talk about that ~

X = X-Ray - 8.3 inch and girthy. Cam has a freckle on the shaft, he's very self-conscious about it.

Y = Yearning - Very high! (For a certain person.) Let's just say our guy is touch-starved.

Z = ZZZ - Like 20-25 minutes later, he wants to just chat after. With MC especially, just talking about all the things, was it good? Was he good enough for you? Should you try it again right now?

[johnnycakesswitch]

Is it ok if I ask for some random or angst headcanons for Johnny Cade? :)

Of course! I’m not the best at angst so most of these will be normal but I’ll try to add some angsty ones lol

• Sodapop and Steve were the first ones to meet Johnny. They met him at school and instantly got along because even if Johnny was shy, Sodapop had enough energy and personality for the both of them, and Johnny really loved the idea of having friends at school everyday :’)

• he looooves the adrenaline rush of playing football with the gang, especially since he and Pony get Darry on their team. He’s always over the moon if they win

• as with most people, Two-Bit can make Johnny laugh like REALLY laugh and he always uses it to his advantage when Johnny is upset. Just give him a few minutes and he’ll have Johnny in stitches

• following that, everyone loves hearing Johnny genuinely laugh. He’s usually so quiet that when he does let out a real like belly laugh, everyone just grins

• loves drag races so much and always manages to wiggle into the passenger seat with either Soda or Steve. The other one never minds because they like seeing Johnny so happy, so whenever they drag race, Johnny always has shot gun rights

• is a stomach sleeper when he’s comfortable. If he’s sleeping at the lot or even his own house, he’ll curl up really small as if to protect himself or not be seen, but if he’s at the Curtis house or Two-Bit’s house, he’ll stretch out on his belly with his arms under his head

• really enjoys when Pony reads to him. Sometimes he’ll lay in Pony’s lap while he reads and ends up falling asleep because he’s so comfortable. Pony always saves the page they left off on so Johnny doesn’t miss anything

• is actually super close with each member of the gang individually. Even though he spends the most time with Dally and Pony, he’s really close with the others too. If he’s bored, he’ll go to the DX just to hang out with Steve and or Soda, he sleeps at Two-Bit’s house really often, and he really likes just hanging out with Darry. Sometimes if it’s Darry’s day off and no one else is home, Johnny will come over and just help him like clean the house or something. They’ll put on music and just talk about life. He also really likes going to the grocery store with Darry

• loves going on drives with Dally. It’s one of their absolute favorite things to do together. They could drive for hours just listening to the radio and talking

• him and Dally go in his room at Buck’s or to the lot at night and get high together and just talk and talk and talk. They both get much more chatty when they’re stoned and could literally go on for hours

• really loves water in the summer. Loves going to the swimming hole. Loves going to people’s houses w Dally and Pony and spraying each other with their hoses. If anyone has sprinklers, he’ll know which houses do. Keep this boy cool in the summertime

Angsty ones under the cut tw for child abuse and suicidal thoughts

• as a little kid, he used to think getting abused by his parents was just normal and something that everyone dealt with. When he met the Curtises, that’s when he realized it wasn’t and he got really upset because he didn’t know why it was happening to him

• will do just about anything to avoid going home. Between the Curtis house, Two-Bit, and Dally, he’s usually good with a place to stay. But sometimes he feels like a burden, so he’ll just sleep outside, even if it’s cold out

• feels awful because he like really relies on the others for food. Dally takes him places a lot and Darry tells him all the time that he’s always welcome to eat at their house, but again, he doesn’t want to be a burden, so sometimes he’ll take going to bed hungry rather than asking for help

• along with that, since he doesn’t get to eat properly often, it can be really hard for him to eat when he does get the opportunity. He tries not to let it show, but it worries Darry and Soda like nothing else when they’re trying to get Johnny to eat at dinner and he feels full after two bites. Or sometimes, he’ll force himself to eat as much as he can even if he feels awful after because he has no idea when he’ll have the chance to eat like that next. Just doesn’t have a healthy relationship with food at all

• his suicidal thoughts got so much worse after the Curtis parents died. They were really the last hope of a proper family Johnny ever had and then they were gone. He didn’t tell anyone for a long time because he didn’t want to make their death about him when Pony, Soda, and Darry were already struggling so much. Even when he did end up telling Pony that he wanted to k*ll himself, he didn’t go into detail as to why

That’s it for now! Thank you for the ask and I hope you like these

[thewritingginger]

;) Alphabet - Ran Haitani pt. 2

Wow! It’s been a HOT minute since I’ve posted  I’ve been in a rut lately but I’m trying to work myself out of it :)

In the mean time here's some spicy Ran HCs for your Tuesday 

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers  Letters: C, E, G, O, U Warnings: 18+, GN! Reader, Talks of sex

Enjoy ~

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Ran’s cum is usually pretty thin & not a lot comes out

If he’s on a business trip/ too busy to get off w/ you or by himself he might produce more

He enjoys cumming inside his partner, if they want him to, but he really likes painting his partner with his seed

Spraying it onto their belly or onto their used hole feels more territorial to him than filling them up

Isn’t afraid to eat his cum out of you oop

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ran has a fair amount to experience

Most of them are one night stands or short term flings

He does have long spells w/o action cuz work gets in the way and it can become more of a hassle than fun to get laid when he is trying to work—also not to mention boi would probably prefer taking a nap over the risk of having a meh lay with a one night stand

But all that said, he knows enough to get you off and listens well enough to become a pro at working your body

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

As we know Ran is a little chill boy

Of course he, if in a serious relationship/ is down bad, he will slow things down and make love to his partner

But if something happened like knocking heads or stumbling he just laughs it off and gets back to business

He never wants his partner to feel bad when you should both be feeling good

Also he can have a playful streak

Especially during foreplay/ the initiation of sex

If you’re ticklish, he might use that against you

He might say some cheesy/ silly shit

“So cute I could just eat you up, Baby,” he says as he is kissing and playfully biting down your torso and sides, or your inner thighs towards the space inbetween

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves lazy licking on his partner

He could honestly spend a while between your legs

If he catches you lying on the couch he might strip off your pants and get to work between your legs for the fun of it

He is part of the does it for HIS pleasure gang

Of course tho he does love seeing your lips wrapped around him

He’ll sink far into whatever seat he is in—the couch, his office chair, ect— with his hand gently caressing your hair as he watches you work yourself up and down his shaft with that lazy smile of his

He also praises you, both while giving or receiving 😉

“You taste so good, Baby”

“Stop? Is my tongue too much for your sensitive body? I’m sorry, Sweetheart but I have no intentions of stopping till you come on my tongue.”

“Just like that. Good Girl/Boy.”

“You are so good for me, knowing just what I like, huh.”

Honestly on nights he wants to get off but is too tired, he loves opting for oral/ using his hands

But he loves it as a “main course” any time, any day

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a teasing mother fucker

It’s not always in a hyper dominate way during sex

He finds it much more fun during foreplay—he’ll do it out in public if the mood strikes him

“Careful, Baby, keep looking at me like that you’ll let everyone you’re dripping in your panties for me.”

If he put a toy in you before y’all left the house he likes you turn it on when you least expect it

Once when you were out to dinner with him and the guys he had you squirming in your chair, trying hard to hide it. He just put his hand on your thigh and leaned into your ear,

“You all right, Sweetheart? Do you need to go to the bathroom?” 

Then he just laughed when you gave him a glare 

Hope you liked that!

If you want to see more, let me know 

Feedback & Interaction is always appreciated :)

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~ Masterlist ~

[sparklecareforrealjustice]

well since ur mod barry... got anything to rant abt involving barry? how hes treated or written or w/e?

Oh, you have no idea. Barry is my favorite character in the whole comic (hence why I'm mod Barry) and recently I've been getting a lot more pissed off as to why exactly he's hated by the fanbase. One of the main reasons I see for hating Barry is "He's mean to Uni!" Now do keep in mind I'm not saying you HAVE to like him, but if you're going to hate a character at least have an understandable reason.

As for that lame "excuse" as to why he may be hated, I am gonna go out on a limb here and say that, if anyone had the right to be mean to Uni, it'd be Barry. Barry has schizophrenia and uses science to ground himself in reality, as stated many times. However, even after saying something about it, Uni still carelessly uses her magic around him knowing how he's going to react negatively to it, and he has every right to be upset that his well-being is being ignored by someone who he's supposedly close to.

Let me put it into perspective on how frustrating this is. Let's say that you have a roommate, and you're really sensitive to loud music due to a disorder you may have. But your roommate loves loud music. So, one time you react negatively to your roommate blaring loud music, and you say something about it. Your roommate nods and tells you that they'll try to avoid listening to loud music around you. And then for the next month, they keep blaring loud music. You react negatively again, only for your roommate's friends to gang up on you and tell you that YOU'RE in the wrong because you can't handle something as small as loud music.

This, as I just described, is basically what Barry deals with. He is shamed by both the readers of the comic, as well as characters in the comic, for not being able to handle magic. Which, if you're aware, is lowkey ableist. They expect him to just be able to get up and brush it off, which is hard to do when it's affecting how you think and how you see things. But the fans don't think about it. It's always "poor, poor Uni uwu cinnamon roll". Keep in mind I'm not saying "Oh Uni can't use magic EVER!!!", I'm saying that she needs to be more mindful about her surroundings and who she's around, especially if she has feelings for Barry. The last thing she'd want to do is have him be upset with her in that case.

Aside from that, I also want to bring up the fact that KC made him look even worse than he already did by making him sexually harass Polly. Which, you know, is EXTREMELY out of character for someone who doesn't even like being touched. He'd know that colder properties carry more bacteria and that being around Polly could be a death sentence, but of course he oh so conveniently forgets common fucking science!! Realistically he'd be avoiding Polly like the fucking plague.

For Barry supposedly being a self-insert, KC is very ignorant when it comes to writing for Barry, especially since she kitself has schizophrenia. Out of all the people to know what it's like to have your needs flat-out ignored and ridiculed, it'd be her. But she makes it a joke in this stupid ass comic, as well as things like sexual harassment. This comic is a fucking embarrassing excuse for writing, especially something as serious as delusions and mental illness -🧪

[pumpkinsy0]

Ponyboy music need hcs?? Because I am a music nerd and he is literally me

not to sound cringy but i e been thinking about the outsiders x splatoon for funsies and ive thought about pony being somewhat of a music nerd bc the splatoon games has a lot to do w music

ANNNYYYWHOOOOOO

•he tries to b so lowkey about it, if u mention a music artist near him its like he almost combust trying to not spew facts about their music n such

•ik he tries slipping in his interest of music into convos to try and test the waters to see if its safe talking about it more around ppl😭

•as for what genre he specifically likes, ive seen ppl say ponys a country music guy and im not saying hr WRONG, but i dont think hes purely country music, he likes different genres, some more than others, but still!!!

•he actually doesnt rlly know how to play instruments 100% bc hes broke and doesnt have one TO play, but he strikes me as the kinda guy who wouldve been forced to play like the flute or something in music class, either that or they piano

•if a song is playing in the radio his fav parts r usually the ones ppl skim pass like the bass, the way the guitar played in the back, etc etc

•loves music but REFUSESSSSS to sing, in front of anyone at least, most ppl here is him mumbling the lyrics (w curly tho i think its different curly will scream lyrics if he wants and pony sometimes joins in for the fun of it)

•what got him into music was his mom and her always playing the small vinyl collection she had while doing her own daily task, plus one bday soda gifted pony a shitty old radio he fixed up

•he totally daydreams a lottttt when theres music playing and thats also another reason y he lives music sm, its his own escape to another world

•pony gets so excited hearing samples from other songs, thats like his favorite thing ever

•hes definitely replaying the same song over and over and the gang could get so sick of it but look, when pony thinks somethings a banger, its a BANGER

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. Hello! Thank you for your hard work! Do you have any fics where Wen Qing goes back in time and tries to save everyone? Can be WQ or any other character pov. Thanks in advance!

Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose (T, 182k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, BAMF MXY, MXY Lives, Genderfluid MXY, MXY Backstory, POV MXY, If At First You Don’t Succeed Try Try Again and Again and Again, Wangxian Speedrun, times three because time travel, Found Family, Genius MXY, Genius WWX, Not particularly JGY friendly, CQL-based) starting halfway into the story

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder)

Heliocentric by Aki_no_hikari (T, 13k, Time Travel Fix-It, slight angst at the beginning, badass wq, Murder, dark!wq, although not as dark as she could be)

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2. Wei Ying recovering / aftermath something/ people taking care of him - from

A) rape

B) heavy torture Preferably with Jiang family alive but not strictly wanted.

Thankyou. @whateverweilanlovechild​

2A)

feast and famine by luckymarrow (E, 49k, wangxian, rape/non-con, aftermath of gang rape, modern au, trauma, PTSD, medical procedures, rape recovery, non-consensual drug use, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, mind all the tags)

By the river by Anonymous (M, 51k, wangxian, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, implied/referenced sexual assault, panic attacks, PTSD, suicidal thoughts, WIP)

secrets for the stars to keep by UchiHime (M, 38k, wangxian, JZX/WWX, JYL/JZX, implied/referenced rape/non-con, canon divergence, mpreg, hurt/comfort, not everyone dies au, recovery)

🧡 Heaven Has No Rage by flipfloppandas (M, 51k, WWX & YZY, JFM/YZY, implied wangxian, WWX/WC, WWX/others, rape/non-con, modern, hurt/comfort, protective YZY, good parent YZY, hospitals, medical procedures, vomiting, trauma)

Fangs of Desire by UseMyMuse (E, 39k, WangXian, XiCheng, XuanLi, MianQing, SongXiao, VampireJi, Halfling WWX, Hell Hound/Banshee WWX, modern magical world, Dubious Concent, sexual assault via vampire venom, venom addiction, Recovery, Magical War, Child neglect (mentioned), Attempted Murder, wwx is sold off, death of the Wen main branch, WWX/others (dub con))

Tainted by Purplemagic (T, 8k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, rape/non-con, guilt, rape aftermath, dark lwj, hurt, panic attacks, trauma) not for wangxian lovers

The rites of a widower by sixstepsaway (E, 86k, wangxian, JC & WWX, rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence, lack of communication, misunderstandings, angst w happy ending, fluff, past rape/non-con, past character death, past violence, rape recovery, trauma, nonsexually intimacy, past child abuse, JC & WWX reconciliation, alcohol abuse, sub LWJ, dom WWX, powerplay)

Leather Birds by FairyGardenCorgis (E, 23k, wangxian, rape/non-con, graphic depictions of violence, modern, prison au, PTSD, torture, angst, gangbang, military, prison camp)

总有一天; a place to hide (can’t find one near) by yiqie (E, 76k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pianist, Getting Together, Mental Health Issues, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal Thoughts, Depression, Hospitals, Overdosing, Eventual Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note) but it's suicide attempt recovery

2B)

and there was a new voice (which you slowly recognized as your own) by justdoityoufucker (M, 5k, wangxian, canon divergence, fall of lotus pier, pre-sunshot, amputation, injury recovery, graphic depictions of illness, self-reflection, families of choice, not Jiang friendly, not YZY friendly, physical abuse, love confessions, first kiss) Madam Yu cuts off WWX’s hand

Stars bring us apart (Stars pull us together) by Sixlayerhouse (sixlayerhouse) (E, 124k, WangXian, ChengSang, Hurt/Comfort, (Vaguely) Star Trek AU, Psychological Trauma, PTSD, Body modifications, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Recovery, married!wangxian) Space AU, JC and JYL are there

Shattered Mirrors by @/besanii most of the Jiangs aren’t alive though

a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Heavy Angst, Self-Worth issues, Amputation, Situational Mutism, Slow burn, Angst with a happy ending)

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3. Hey y’all!! Pretty sure I’ve asked this before but it’s been a bit so there are probably more fics out there!! Anyone know of good fics that explore Sizhui’s trauma either from the Jins or the Lans? Any age is fine! Thank you!!

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4. Hi! IITMF some fics where A) The cultivation world experiences karma after killing WWX (whom may or may not remain dead)! I want to see them realise that they've done something terrible, not just experience something bad and blame it on WWX. B) The non-cultivators side with WWX, knowing him personally rather than believing in the lies being spread about YLP. C) I'd love to see some interaction between WWX and his other shidi and shimei! Mostly seeing their bonds of friendship and loyalty.

4B)

The Ballad of Hanguang-Jun and The Yiling Patriarch by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 40k, WangXian, ChengQing, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Arc, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts,   Humor, kinda just crack, Misunderstandings, POV Outsider, Crack Treated Seriously)

In Exchange by FlautistsandPeonies (M, 8k, wangxian, major character death (WWX), The Power of Yiling Laozu Sexy) during burial mounds settlement days wy let a painter draw portraits of him in exchange for money. And this painter makes it his mission to correct the views people have of YLLZ after his death.

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5. For the next itmf: genius wei wuxian, specifically academically acclaimed - like in a modern au, having works published in journals or generally, making a huge splash in the cultivation world.

To go along with my ask for genius wwx, specifically something along the lines of One Can Keep a Secret by H_Belle? @lovelyiknow​

The Greatest Swindle of All Time by Reviewer2 (M, 49k, wangxian, 3zun, SL/XXC, CSSR/WCZ, JYL/JZX, modern, getting together, BAMF WWX, oblivious WWX, genius WWX, male cinderella, musician LWJ, graduate student LWJ, class differences, poor WWX, rich LWJ, pining, soulmates, friends w benefits, one night stands, amnesiac LWJ, childhood sweethearts, single parent WWX, cat and mouse dynamics, angst w/ happy ending, versatile wangxian, getting back together, social commentary)

(no one else can) take me there by azurewaxwing (G, 3k, WangXian, Mixed Media, Academia, Getting Together, Modern with Magic)

💙 Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, WangXian, 3rd person pov, implied offscreen wangxian sex)

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6. Hello, hope this finds u well. For next ITMF, can I ask for fics with dark!LWJ & dark!WWX? Them being murder husbands, demons, psychos or some other twisted being that is crazy in love with each other? Thank you so much.

🧡 Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Light Angst, Crime Boss LWJ, Rogue criminal genius WWX)

🧡 modus operandi by synonemous (E, 21k, WangXian, Modern AU, Serial killer WangXian, Eventual happy ending, WangXian's Canon Kinks, Smut)

🧡 in flagrante delicto by synonemous (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, Serial killer WangXian, A/B/O, Mpreg, Smut, Wangxian's Canon Kinks, Modern Yi City arc, Angst with a happy ending)

You & Me Baby, We'll Eclipse The Sun Series by 2501987 (M/E, 130k, WangXian, XiCheng, MIND THE TAGS, Modern AU, Mafia, Murder husbands, Torture, Possessive Behavior, Blood and Violence, Older JC, Younger WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Dark)

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7. INTMF some General!WWX being forced to marry LWJ.

After I Met You by Amandyalmonds (M, 32k, WIP, WangXian, Dragon LWJ, Fox Spirit WWX, Canon Divergence, Royalty, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Madam Yu's A+ Parenting, Protective WQ, Protective LWJ, Unreliable Narrator WWX, Arranged Marriage) It's a work in progress and only has 7 chapters so far, but it's really good!

Have him stripped, bathed, and brought to my tent by KizuKatana (E, 29k, WangXian, Dark LWJ, A/B/O, Huli-Jing wwx, powerplay/powerdynamic, dubcon (due to power dynamics), Overstimulation, Edging, Biting, Scenting, Possessiveness, LWJ Has a Big Dick, Alpha LWJ, Omega WWX, Dragon LWJ/Fox WWX, Emperor LWJ, civilian (sort of) captive (also sort of) WWX, dragon sex magic, Not traditional Chinese emperor history fully alternate reality of immortal creatures)

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8. Hello 👋🏻 iitmf some timetravel wangxian fics where WWX isn't the one that goes back in the past, and the who does travel to the past isn't looking to kill him.

There are a couple different constellations of people going back in The Same Moon Shines series by Sami. The first one (and subsequent 35 parts of the series) are when wwx goes back alone, but then comes JC and LWJ going back, then one with JYL, then LWJ alone and JC alone. All of these are fantastic!

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder) (link in #1)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo)

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9. I’m in the Mood for a Fic like 'The Proposal'. I want to see the pining between WangXian and another person in love with either of them. I prefer fictions with no cheating between WangXian. Can you please suggest some if there's any? @paraffin22

It’s Over Isn’t It by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 68k, WangXian, LWJ/OMC, Oblivious WWX, Jealous WWX, One-Sided Attraction, Canon Divergence, it says Lan Zhan and another character but it’s all one sided, we got a love triangle baby, Canonical Character Death, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

roots in my dreamland by lananshi (noekkin) (E, 51k, WangXian, Minor WWX/OC, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Feelings, Marriage, Curses, Parenthood, they have a son, Anal Sex, First Time, Kissing, Angst and Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Character Death, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts) maybe??

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10. Hi! I'm in the mood for wangxian fic where instead if wei ying dies and resurrected, I want it to be Lan Zhan but not role reversal. Like Yiling Patriach! Wei Ying survive but the Great Hanguang-jun did not.

Just wanted to know in situation like this, how Wei Ying would grieve Lan Zhan? Will he has the same reaction as the one in the original?

Can help please? @nakashimaminoru

Your Light by StellaMozzarella (T, 18k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, major character death, sorta temporary character death)

Over the Rotted Bridge by vailkagami (T, 314k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ dies, Wei Wuxian doesn’t die, neither do (most of) the  wens, JYL also lives, Original Character(s), outside pov, YLLZ WWX,  Canon Divergence, CQL Verse, Illustrated, Grief/Mourning, Non-Consensual  Resurrection, mute LWJ, Hurt LWJ, Slow Burn, canonical death of a child  (mentioned), Survivor Guilt, PTSD) okay for #10 on the iitmf I'd recommend "Your Light" by StellaMozzarella and "Over the Rotted Bridge" by vailkagami, both on ao3. HOWEVER, I haven't actually read either; they're on my to-read list, so I can't say how accurately they match what OP's looking for.

Turnabout and Start Again by runningondreams (T, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Role Reversal, Soulmates, Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, Suicide, Imprisonment, Violence, Minor Character Death, Mild Gore, Pining, Identity Issues, Getting Together, Happy Ending) WIP that hasn't been updated in a while but SO GOOD it still lives in my head rent free, even years later. Role reversal in that LWJ is the one to die and be resurrected, but basically everything pre-time skip is the same, WWX is very much YLLZ

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11. Itmf any fics where wwx escapes burial mounds but stays on the downlow with his demonic cultivation etc. And everyone thinks he's dead. Meanwhile Lan zhan is a publicly acknowledged widow, and wwx doesn't realize he and lz ever got married. Any fics with this vibe?

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12. In the mood for soft ABO fics. Like those that can have smut in them but the focus would be in other stuff.

Alliance AU by Ilona22 (E, 17k, wangxian, ABO, arranged marriage, intersex omegas, canon Jiang family dynamics, not JC friendly, matchmaking, night hunts)

Woven fates by apathyinreverie (T, 20k, wangxian, ABO, alpha LWJ, omega WWX, fix-it, fluff, family, romance, mates)

And the world's alright with me by so_shhy (E, 12k, wangxian, modern, ABO, fluff, mpreg, unplanned pregnancy, getting together, pining)

Yours Shamelessly by kmichee (E, 35k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha/Alpha pairing, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Scenting, Discrimination, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, letter writing, Courtship, Swordfighting, Epistolary)

Achievement Unlocked 🔓 by UseMyMuse (E, 49k, WIP, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Transmigration, Crack, Sassy System, Canonical Character Death, Reincarnation/Transmigration, Bamf wwx, mild to major violence briefly mentioned, Mild/brief mentions of torture, Kidnapping, Accidental Child Acquisition)

travellers' rest by lazulisong (G, 474, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Scent Marking)

sacrifice by quillifer (E, 9k, WangXian, light pain kink, Heat/rut, A/B/O Dynamics, light mythology insp, canon setting au, Slight Dirty Talk, very minor pregnancy kink, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Omega LWJ, Beta WWX) kind of soft

this mattress is a desert island by bbyminmaki (E, 19k, wangxian, ABO, no sunshot au, mating cycles/heat, nesting, omega WWX, alpha LWJ, getting together, scenting, pining, friends to lovers)

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13. Hi! I was wondering there were any wangxian fics of Mo Xuanyu watching the events of MDZS play out, sort of as a ghost outside of his body but no one can see him? I saw a post about the premise and can't seem to find a fic like it.

born under unlucky stars by RoseThorne (M, 1k, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Ghosts, Souls, Implied/Referenced Sex, Brotherly Love, Anger, Spells & Enchantments, MXY Deserves Better, Revenge, POV Third Person, POV MXY)

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14. For the next IMTF I’m looking for lwj pov fics that are throw-your-phone, way too cute, disgustingly fluffy; any rating is welcome!

at first sight of the sun by sunflowersfield (T, 3k, wangxian, modern, coworkers, fluff, neurodiversity, falling in love, getting together, Happy Ending, first dates, first kiss, hurt/Comfort)

Ride or Die by lemonlush & naqaashi (M, 4k, wangxian, modern, attempted kidnapping, corporate espionage, fluff, motorcycles, kidnapping, leather, crack treated seriously, humor)

Confessions of a (Dumbass) Pop Idol by lemonlush with art by Neeska (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Pop Idol AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Crack, Eventual Romance, Diary/Journal, Mojo’s Post)

Cake it Easy by Leahelisabeth (fortheloveofcamelot) (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Bakery, Love at First Sight, Fluff) 

Professor Lan, Babysitter Extraordinaire by Eleanor_Fenyx (G, 4k, wangxian, fluff, single parent WWX, professor LWJ, mature student WWX) 

back for you by detectorist (E, 8k, wangxian, modern, established relationship, long-distance relationship, kissing, handjobs, miscommunication, fluff, intimacy, pining)

Like Lilies and Dragons by lorelaiart (T, 5k, wangxian, modern, artist WWX, first meetings, meet-cute, fluff)

Somebody With Whom to Dance by failedcharismacheck (T, 2k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, slow dancing, friends to lovers, fluff)

beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (T, 3k, wangxian, modern, fluff, roommates, hurt WWX, single parent LWJ, friends to lovers, heartbeats)

underwater you're almost free by yuer (vintageblueskies) (T, 4k, wangxian, modern, established relationship, fluff, light angst, depression, gratuituos hand kissing)

Actions over words by like_a_bird_that_flew (E, 5k, wangxian, modern, highschool au, getting together, teen romance, horny teenagers, making out, first kiss, pining, resolved sexual tension, fluff & snut, first time)

the clear bowl by appledtea (T, 6k, wangxian, modern, fluff, crack treated seriously, fluff)

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15. Hi, do you have recommendations of post-canon fic with BAMF!WWX? For example, someone attacks LWJ/LS/Cloud Reccess and WWX goes full Yiling Laozu ? Thank you. Your blog is great!

green flame, black flute, red ribbon by Fleetling (T, 3k, Pre-WangXian, LJY POV, Hurt/Comfort)

T O A D by cuttlefeeeeeeeeesh (M, 5k, WIP, WangXian, postcanon, toad-related violence, wwx's usual self-sacrificing habits, Body Horror, wangxian fighting together, the toad is just vibing, Slime, Battle Aftercare, canon-typical corpses, wwx learning he is loved, Badass YLLZ)

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire)

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16. Hi! I'm looking for some type of dystopian vibe fic for an iitmf? Wangxian ofc, maybe something post-apocalyptic or dystopian like hunger games or divergent? Anyways thabk you!

❤️ A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun (Not rated, 60k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, zombie apocalypse, zombie WWX, yunmeng trio)

The Hanging Tree Series by chatonnerie (T, 41k, WangXian, Hunger Games AU, Blood, Minor Character Death, The Beginning, Reaping, Interviews, sickness, Recovery, Soft WangXian, mild torture)

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17. hiya!! are there any fics where the juniors accidentally meet yllz? thnk u!

Four Parts Honey and One Part Vinegar by masked (T, 13k, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Junior Quartet, Fluff, Humor, Time Travel, 5+1 Things, Jealous Wèi Yīng, the Impeccable Trust between Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian, POV Outsider)

This Is Not The Senior Wei We Know! by SilverBells (T, 12k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time travel, Light Angst, Post-Canon, YL WWX, Burial Mounds days, Juniors travel back in time)

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[maxslibrary]

Could you do some headcanons of the Looney tunes meeting a gen z reader? idk maybe its one of the Looney tunes extended family and they just decided to take the reader with Them (bc why not) and the other Looney tunes is confused because they don’t what the actual fuck the reader is saying bc of gen z slang?

[Gen Z Reader x Looney Tunes Gang Scenarios]

(Oh god I'm gonna love writing this. I decided to go with the main gang! Hope you don't mind!)

🐰Bugs Bunny🐰

You let the word "BASED!" slip in front of him.

"Based on..what?"

He said, literally not knowing what the heck you were saying. After a bit of laughter you begin to explain it to him.

"Oh! Yeah.. Based. Based."

He kind of like, trails off when he says that because he's still genuinely confused.

I imagine he typically sticks to the slang he's used to, however there's been a few times where he's tried to use modern slang.. it typically does not go well but at least he falls with grace.

🦆Daffy Duck🦆

When you first let the slang slip Daffy is absolutely confused. He's unsure of what you just said and more importantly: did you just insult him?

"Whatda mean "Cringefail?????""

bro is flabbergasted. You explain it to him and he's even more confused. But then you say it's modern lingo and he nods.

He starts using modern terms and it's BAD.

He throws around "Based" and "Cringefail" like NOBODIES business. He thinks he's hot shit now. (VERRYYY "how do you do fellow kids")

Eventually he has to be told that he was NOT pulling it off and he hesitantly stopped.

🐽Porky Pig🐽

Porky was trying to bake something. Nothing more, nothing less. Then you suddenly call him "A malewife".

"W-W-Whatsa..W-Whatsa m-m-malewife?"

You assure him, it's not a negative thing! After you explain he takes it sort of like a complement. He still doesn't fully understand but hey! He's a Malewife I guess!

He'll go up to the others and be like "Y-Ya know! Y/N called me a male wife and I-I-I think that's pretty n-n-n-nea-n-ne..swell!"

He doesn't use any terms himself BUT he does try and ask for you to explain some of them to him.

🚩Marvin The Martian🚩

INSTANTLY after you say the word Marvin is confused to hell in back. What EARTHLING dialect WAS THIS?

"Earthling what on MARS is a BOGOS BINTED???"

You explain to him that it's an internet joke and he's even MORE confused. He paces around trying to think of what exactly to say.

You show him the video and he just kind of stares for a second before squinting at you.

"... Is that EARTH humor?"

You confirm that it is yes. Earth humor.

"Weird."

He then proceeds to walk away, before chuckling to himself.

🧨Wile E Coyote🧨

Wile overhears what you say and puts a hand to his chest.

"My word what.. what WAS that?"

Rinse and repeat, you explain to him and he is utterly baffled.

"Ah this is the modern dialect of the youth. I understand"

He proceeds to talk about how he feels older dialect is much less "Timeless" and such. But he humors you.

He does little laughs whenever you use the terms. You can't tell if it's out of genuine fondness or it's meant to mock you.

"Ah yes. Swag. What a word."

Yeah you literally cannot tell.

Road Runner Dabs.

[weegee-simp69]

Mario’s Doom (with giggles)

{The gang are all having a sleepover, and Mario gets caught up in something he was a little too cocky about.~}    

      Luigi invited Mario and Peach over to Bowser’s castle for a sleepover. One reason he did this was because he thought it’d be fun and nice to all be together since the peace treaty, and another because he needed Mario to see how Bowser actually was in his normal environment with Luigi since Mario was still very wary about them dating even though it’s been half a year.

They had never found the time to do something like this with both the brother’s monarch partners always being busy. It was the weekend and both Peach and Bowser finally finished up enough of their work for a few weeks to have some down time. So, Luigi decided it was the perfect time to try to invite his brother again. (He had tried multiple weekends beforehand.)

Mario and Peach arrived with a duffel bag of clothes and other sleepover essentials that afternoon. They were staying the night then the whole day tomorrow.

     The afternoon and that night went great. Mario got along with Bowser surprisingly well, albeit verbal stabs at each other here and there. It was a bit later that night, and they were playing Scrabble. Luigi and Peach were great at it. Bowser and Mario? Not so much.

“Why did we have to choose a game that challenges my English skills?” Mario asked.

“I think it’s fun,” Peach said.

“Yeah because you’re good at it,” Mario replied.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m on your team. ..Butter.” Peach placed down the tiles that spelled the word.

Bowser placed down two f’s under the E in butter, “..eff,”

“Eff?”

“Yeah that’s how you spell the letter F, right?”

Luigi sighed with his head in his hands, “Bowser, sweetie..”

An hour into the game, Luigi and Bowser won because Luigi began to take over.

“We win,” he stated, raising his arms tiredly.

He yawned.

“I’m tired, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.”

“It’s only nine, Weeg. Come on, sleepovers are supposed to last all night!” Peach exclaimed.

“Well, I’m not meant to heheh!” he giggled, stretching.

“If he’s going to bed, I’m going,” Bowser said.

“Ugh fine.. me and Mario will just watch a movie together.”

“Cool, remote’s on the nightstand in the guest room next to ours,” Luigi said.

They all said goodnight, and went to their respective rooms.

     Mario was cuddled with Peach about half an hour into the movie they were watching when they heard a loud scream followed by muffled noises they couldn’t make out.

“Lu?!” Mario exclaimed, jumping up.

Peach followed after him, just as worried.

Mario opened the door, and quickly took a few steps towards Bowser’s door.

“Bowser! Stop please!”

Mario’s panic rose. He didn’t even knock on the door, he just tried the lock, and swung it open. His adrenaline was high, and he was ready to beat the fuck out of Bowser for hurting… Luigi?

He rushed through the doorway, then stopped in his tracks when his mind registered the sight before him. Luigi and Bowser in their bed. Luigi in Bowser’s lap with his arms above his head and one of Bowser’s hands stopped on his side. Mario noticed Luigi panting, but smiling, and letting out little giggles.

“Oh. Hey. Sorry, he gets loud,” Bowser broke the silence.

“..W-what are you?.. doing?” Mario asked, his mind still reeling from ‘ready to fight’ adrenaline.

Bowser and Luigi shared a look of embarrassment.

“…tickling him,” Bowser said.

If a koopa could blush, he would’ve been red.

Mario couldn’t help the slight grin on his face at seeing this, and Bowser being so embarrassed.

“Oh, well then carry on,” he shrugged, turning around.

Bowser’s embarrassment immediately dropped, and he wrapped his arm around Luigi’s middle.

“W-wait! Mario help me-HEHEHEHE!” he gasped.

Mario turned back to see Bowser skittering his fingers along his little brother’s side. Luigi snorted, and kicked his legs, giggling madly. Mario stood there watching with a smile.

“M-MAHAHA- MARIO HEHEHELP!!” Luigi screeched as Bowser lifted his shirt up and squeezed his belly.

Mario walked closer to the end of the bed. He thought as he watched Luigi’s legs kick out in front of him. He could help, or stand and watch.. or…

Without another thought, Mario grabbed Luigi’s left ankle.

Luigi gasped, “d-dON’T PLEHEHEASE!!”

Mario ignored his plea and ran a finger down his bare foot before spidering all his fingers all over it. Luigi threw his head back cackling.

“Haha! Seems I have a helper. Your own brother betrayed you, Luigi. I knew you had some evil in you, Mario!” Bowser laughed as he squeezed Luigi’s hips.

“Only if I get to hear my brother laugh,” Mario giggled.

Luigi blushed darker from Mario’s sweet talk.

“Thahahats- that’s so crihihinge!” Luigi squeaked.

Mario fake gasped, “cringe?! Did you just call me cringe?! Oh that’s it!”

He hopped up on the bed, and dove his hands under Luigi’s night shirt, scribbling his belly. Luigi squealed, and twisted in Bowser’s grasp trying to escape the tickly fingers coming at him from all sides.

Bowser nuzzled his snout in Luigi’s neck, and blew. The rippling air made Luigi shriek and fall into silent laughter for a second before hiccuping back into loud cackles. Mario saw this, and did the same on his tummy. Luigi snorted and his laughter fell silent once again. Both finally let up on him, letting him take a normal breath.

     “Well, look at that,” Bowser grinned, “we do make a good team, Mario.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Mario rolled his eyes playfully.

Bowser let Luigi roll off of his lap, and lay on his stomach on the bed, panting.

“Oh come on, don’t make me get you, too!” Bowser threatened wiggling his fingers before waving him off.

Mario couldn’t deny the chill that went up his spine.

“Pfft, as if! I’m not even ticklish.”

“Y-yes.. he is,” Luigi panted from beside Bowser, laying on the bed.

“I am not! Also, really? Threatening me with tickling? It seems my brother’s rubbed off on you, and made you soft,” Mario teased cockily, smirking.

“Soft?! HA! You don’t even know who you’re talking to! I can literally be a tickle monster,” Bowser said proudly.

“See! Even you saying that with such pride shows how soft and childish you’ve become!” Mario grinned wider.

Both of them knew this was playful, mean banter.

Bowser looked at Luigi beside him, and Luigi nodded with a wink.

“Well, if tickling is so childish.. then I guess that means, it doesn’t affect you,” Bowser said, his voice suddenly shifting to very teas-y.

Mario scooted back on his knees on the bed a bit. He tried to still act confident, but the heat he felt in his face told him he was failing miserably.

“N-nope! Not at all actually, so don’t even bother,” his voice cracked a little.

Bowser smiled, and without warning, swiped his hand at him, grabbing Mario by the collar of his pajama top. Mario squawked, and pulled back, but it was no use. After fighting Bowser for a few years, one would think Mario would be able to get out of his grasp or outsmart him, but this was different.

He wasn’t being threatened with violence, he was being teased and threatened with tickles, so his body and mind didn’t sense any danger meaning his adrenaline was non-existent making it quite simple for Bowser to grab his arms, and pull him into his lap.

Mario was sat on the koopa’s leg with an arm wrapped around his middle.

“Bowser! S-stop! Don’t even think about it! Luigi help!” Mario pushed on the arm around his chest to no avail.

He had never been so weak against the koopa king. Why couldn’t he fight properly?! It had to be magic, a spell! There was no way he was actually this weak.

“It’s okay, Mario, he just wants to play,” Luigi chuckled, talking as if Bowser was a wild animal.

“What’s the matter, red? Can’t escape the tickle monster? Too bad,~” Bowser almost purred.

Mario felt his face heat up even more and form a wobbly smile, but he tried to shake it off.

“L-let me go!”

“Nah, your cockiness needs to be knocked down a few pegs,” Bowser said.

“Says you!” Mario spat, kicking his legs.

“Ah, see, that’s what I’m talking about. You’re too cocky for your own good.. now, let’s see if we can say the same about your ticklishness.~”

     Before Mario could respond, Bowser grabbed his wrists in one hand, and lifted them above his head. Then began very lightly squeezing his side.

Mario gasped, and held his breath, squirming slightly. He tried to act like it wasn’t getting to him, but again, failing miserably. He hoped Bowser would give up, he should’ve known better. It was only going to become worse.

Bowser skittered his claws up his side, spidering into his armpit. Mario snorted, but squeezed his mouth shut tight. After another ten seconds of this, Bowser stopped.

Mario took a deep breath of relief.

“Well, this is no fun..” he sighed.

Mario sighed, too, hopeful Bowser would just push him off his leg.

“..guess I gotta pull out the big guns,” Bowser finished.

The color in Mario’s face drained, then returned a deeper shade of red.

Oh god no what does ‘big guns’ mean?

Bowser reset Mario on his leg as he had slipped down a bit. Before Mario could ready himself, Bowser dug his fingers into his hip, squeezing rapidly. Mario squeaked, and arched his back. He quickly sucked the laughter that threatened to spill back in, but he was tittering on the edge of breaking. Both Bowser and Luigi knew that.

Speaking of, Luigi would’ve joined in tickling Mario as revenge, but now he was intrigued as to how Bowser would break him.

“I know you’re ticklish, Mario.. just because you try to act all big and tough around your Princess, doesn’t mean you actually are. So just let it out. You know you wanna laugh, little man. Go ahead, let out all that laughter just waiting to jump out,” Bowser had leaned close to his ear, talking in a low voice.

Mario shook his head frantically, and pulled on his arms. Bowser stopped. Mario slowly opened his eyes, panting. Then Bowser’s free hand turned into a claw shape and wiggled towards him. Mario knew where it was gonna land, and prepared the best he could.

All of that was thrown out the window after Bowser started talking again.

“I know you can’t hold back longer, shorty. Come on, I know you’re gonna let out all that laughter for me.. why not sooner than later? Better watch out.. I’m gonna… GETCHA!”

“..pFTTAHAHAHAHAHA NO STOP PLEHEHEASE HAHAHAHA!!” Mario screamed as Bowser’s hand quickly darted to his tummy, squeezing and scribbling it.

His scream soon dissolved into loud, high pitched cackles.

“There it is!! Kitchy kitchy coo! You’re so much more ticklish than I thought! I should’ve done this ages ago!” Bowser gleamed.

Mario squirmed, and kicked his legs, trying to move away from the devious hand, but it only followed his movements. Bowser shoved his hand under his shirt, squeezing his belly, and scratching a claw around his belly button. Mario tried to shrink away, pulling his legs up towards his stomach, stomping his feet on Bowser’s knee. Bowser simply squeezed his kneecaps, and reached his hand around to skitter on his foot making Mario screech. His laughter reached a new height from this. This piqued Bowser’s interest instantly. He let go of Mario’s wrists, letting them flop to his sides, grabbed both his ankles in one hand, and tickled all over them with the other. Mario wheezed, tears forming in his eyes.

“PLEASE IT- I-I’M SENSITIHIHIHIVE!” Mario laughed.

“Sensitive huh? You mean you’re ticklish? I can see that! Especially that squishy belly of yours. You and Luigi have that in common I see,” Bowser teased, hand moving back to poke his belly.

“OH MY GOHOHOD STOP HAHAHAHA!! LU, HEHEHEHELP!!”

“Sorry, bro, but I think you kinda deserve this,” Luigi smiled.

Mario had since fallen over out of Bowser’s lap, but couldn’t pull his feet away. In fact, they had been put in an arm lock. He beat his fists on the bed, and tried to pull himself up to grab onto Bowser, but the tickling was just so intense it drained his adrenaline immediately.

“S-SOMEWHEHEHEHERE ELSE PLEHEHEASE IT'S SO BAHAHAHAD!!”

      Bowser stayed there for another thirty seconds before finally letting go. Mario took this as an opportunity to curl away from him. This sadly didn’t last long when he felt Bowser grab his hips, and pull him back.

Mario grabbed at the bedsheets trying to crawl away, but couldn’t stop from giggling when feeling Bowser’s claws lightly pinching his sides. He was pulled closer regardless, the bedsheets coming with him. Bowser flipped him back over, and smirked at the nervous giggles and smile below him.

His shirt had been pushed up from being pulled exposing his stomach. Before he could push his shirt back down, Bowser stuck a claw in his belly button making him screech. He then spidered his claws all over his belly. Mario covered his blushing face up as he giggled his ticklish heart out.

“NO MOHOHOHORE!! PLEASEHEHEHE!!”

Fingers creeped under his shirt over his sides to his armpits. Mario squeezed his arms to his sides only trapping Bowser’s hands under them.

“LUIGI HEHEHELP! EHEHEHAHAHA STAHAHAP! I’M TOO- I’M-“

“Too ticklish? Are you too tickle tickle ticklish, hm?~ You know, as annoying as your laugh usually is, it is funny and it’s also funny to see you squirm around helplessly. Trying so desperately to escape the tickle monster.. too bad you’re completely stuck!” Bowser teased.

His teases were so good it started to get to Luigi a bit. He hid his hands in his face smiling and blushing slightly.

Mario glanced over to where Luigi sat slightly behind Bowser, and saw how red his face was.

“WAIT HAHAHA L-LOOK AT HIM! G-GET HIM! GET HIHIHIM!!” Mario pointed in front of him weakly.

Bowser grabbed his wrists, and pinned them above his head to make sure he was still stuck, then turned around to look at Luigi. He couldn’t help the loud laugh seeing his face.

“Luigi? Why are you so red?!” Bowser laughed.

“N-nothing!” Luigi squeaked.

“Oohhh are you wanting to join?~” Bowser said.

Luigi thought he was asking to join him in tickling Mario. He nodded, and scooted closer.

That’s when Bowser grabbed him, and pushed him down next to Mario.

“W-wait! I thought you meant- wait dOHOHON’T HEHEHEHE!” Luigi giggled loudly as Bowser’s hand slipped under his shirt squeezing his ribs instantly. He kept this up for a second before stopping.

He looked down at the brothers, holding Mario’s arms above his head and keeping his other hand on Luigi’s chest to keep him down if he tried to break free. He then scooped up Luigi’s arms, pushed them above his head, then quickly maneuvered their arms together, and held them in his left hand.

Mario and Luigi shared a look to each other of “ah shit.”

“Well now, look at this.. now the tickle monster’s got both brothers in his clutches! I guess y’all should be called ‘super ticklish brothers’ now! Prepare for your ultimate destructions!!” Bowser finished with a playful, evil laugh.

“Luihihigi you dumbass!” Mario giggled trying to dodge Bowser’s fingers coming towards his stomach.

“What?! What’d I do?!”

“You let him trick you!”

“That’s not my fau-HAHAHAHA!” Luigi was interrupted by Bowser suddenly switching up, and leaning down, blowing a raspberry on his stomach.

Bowser leaned back up, a shit eating grin on his face. Luigi couldn’t stop giggling, anticipating another one.

“Yeah, Mario, it’s not his fault! How dare you call your precious brother an asshole! I think you need an attitude adjustment,” Bowser teased.

He began to lean down towards Mario’s belly.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mario brought his legs up to cover his stomach.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Laugh?” Bowser teased, easily pushing his legs back down, and holding them still.

“If you so much as touch my stomach with your mouth I’m gonna k-ILL YOHOHOU! FUHUHUHUCK!!” Mario tried to threaten him but was quickly broken by the biggest, most intense raspberry he’s ever felt on his tummy.

A few tears started to fall down Mario’s cheeks when he squeezed his eyes shut. Luigi laughed at Mario getting destroyed, then squeaked when he felt claws graze his ribs. Bowser had reached his hand over and skittered his claws on his ribs, and over his hips.

     “N-nahahat me too! Bowseheher please!” Luigi giggled.

“Of course you, too! You know you wanted it.~ Your face was so red just from my teasing not even directed at you! Sounded like you wanted to laugh again, too, so, laugh for me!”

“Now, you,” Bowser began looking to Mario, his hand switching from Luigi’s body to his, digging into his ribs, “you said you weren’t ticklish before, but here we are. And the fact you haven’t really tried to get away, tells me that maybe.. you like this?~”

Mario gasped at this accusation.

“I DO NOHOHOT! I LIED BUT I- I DOHON’T LIKE IT!!”

“Is that so? Maybe I can convince you to admit?”

Mario shook his head, begging, “p-plehehease don’t! Please!!”

“Don’t what? I’m not doing anything.”

“Buhuhut you will!”

“I have an idea.. Luigi.. where is Mario most ticklish? Like so bad he can’t stand it?”

“Lu, don’t! I swear! You know I’ll get you!” Mario threatened.

Luigi kept his mouth shut. Not for his brother’s sake, but for his own so he wouldn’t face Mario’s wrath later on.

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine.. you can just laugh yourself silly instead,~” Bowser teased, poising his hand on Luigi’s ribs giving a squeeze.

“EEK! I- I mean.. you kihihinda already found it..” he bit his lip.

“Oh did I? Well, I’ve tickled a lot of spots on him already. So which one are you referring to, darling?~” Bowser’s squeezing became faster and began moving up his ribs.

Mario rolled his eyes and made a face of mock disgust at the obvious flirting happening right beside him.

“It’ssss… hehehe! Ah-! HIS-“ Luigi tried to speak but was stuck between his giggles and not knowing if he really should say anything.

“Hm? I couldn’t understand you..”

Bowser teasingly leaned in closer now digging into his hip.

“AHEE!! HIS F- FEET! HIS HAHAH! HIS FEET ESPECIALLY HIS TOHOHOES!! PLEHEHEASE!!”

Luigi knew he was gonna get so wrecked after this by Mario, but he couldn’t take it! His hips were a death spot!

“LUIGI! I’M GONNA GET YOU SO BAD-“

“And I’m gonna get you,~” Bowser butt in.

Mario gulped.

Bowser let go of both of their wrists, and Luigi rolled away giggling. Mario rolled away quick, standing on the bed, and running behind Bowser. He jumped off the bed, booking it towards the door. He was suddenly stopped in his tracks by Peach standing at the door.

“P-Peach! Please move, I need to run!” Mario pleaded.

Peach gave him a smirk that Mario did not like.

“Hm… I don’t know, Mario, you were acting all high and mighty earlier..” she grinned.

“I’m sorry, please, just let me out!”

“Oh.. fine..” she began to move out of the doorway, then stopped, “oops too late, sorry Mario!~”

Mario’s face dropped then screamed when he felt large arms wrap around him.

“NO! Please! I- I’m ticklish! There! I said it, I admit!” Mario kicked his feet helplessly as his arms were pinned to his sides in Bowser’s grasp.

“I already knew that, Mario, that’s not what I wanted you to admit..”

“Because I don’t like it! I’m not admitting to that!”

“I’ll drop you right now if you admit.”

Mario paused.

“…no! I don’t wanna say that because I know it’s gonna be used against me. And it’s not even true!”

“It is true, he’s told me before, but he usually likes to be the one doing the tickling. But he never minds if he’s tickled back. In fact, he initiates tickle fights!” Luigi exclaimed sitting on the bed.

Mario’s face instantly turned bright red. Did Luigi just-? ..

“LUIGI! YOU’RE SO DEAD ONCE I GET OUT OF THIS!” Mario yelled.

“Ha! Good luck with that, short stack,” Bowser replied, squeezing his arms a bit tighter while simultaneously digging the pads of his fingers into Mario’s ribs.

Mario squealed and wiggled around kicking his feet until Bowser threw him back on the bed, already holding one of his legs knowing he was gonna crawl away. He spun around to sit on the edge of the bed, grabbing his other leg, and trapping them in an arm hold.

“PLEASE! Don’t! L-Luigi help please!” Mario begged.

“Don’t worry, he’ll go easy on ya, right?” Luigi said, patting Mario’s head.

“Sure,” Bowser chuckled.

Mario knew there was no escape no matter how much he wiggled or begged, so his last ditch effort was to scrunch up his feet trying to cover them with one another as best he could. Bowser simply laid a claw on his right big toe. Mario squeaked. His claw ran down his foot. Mario snorted.

“S-stop doing th-thahat..” he groaned.

“Doing what?” Bowser grinned.

“..teasing..” Mario’s voice got quieter.

“Oooh.. alright then.~”

      Bowser wasted no time grabbing both of his big toes with the hand holding his feet forcing them back slightly, and quickly skittering his right hand all over his soles.

Mario absolutely screamed.

“BOWS- AAAAHHH!! OH MY GOHOHOD PLEASE! I CAN’T- I- HAHAHAHAHA!!”

He was struggling to get clear words out now. Then he felt claws gently scratching under his toes, and he went silent. Tears began to roll down his cheeks again. He hiccuped back to loud laughter and snorts for a good few moments before falling back into silence when he felt the claws rake over his feet again. The sensations were maddening.

“…HELP-! I- I’M GOHOHONNA D-DIE!!”

Luigi could only smile fondly at his older brother getting absolutely wrecked.

“Okay, Bowser, I think he’s had enough,” he giggled when Mario grabbed onto the leg of his pants desperately.

Bowser finally slowed his assault to a stop, and dropped Mario’s legs down on the bed.

     Poor Mario’s face was as red as his shirt. When he felt his legs drop, he instantly pulled them towards himself curling into a ball.

“Hahaha.. ha.. mahahama mia.. hehe..” Mario panted, covering his face.

“You alright, bro?” Luigi giggled.

Mario nodded, looking up at him before getting the strength to push himself up to sit down.

“Phew, that looked brutal, Mario! I knew you were ticklish, but wow!” Peach teased as she walked up to the bed, and gave a teasing poke to Mario’s belly.

Mario squeaked, and curled away. His squeak sounded a bit hoarse from the laughing and screaming he was doing just ten seconds before. In fact, he was still giggling, his nerves still on overdrive. The poke didn’t help either.

“Did I go overboard, red?” Bowser asked, smiling.

“Just a bit.. but.. it’s fine. Hey, it’s better than getting the shit beaten outta me by you,” Mario exhaled.

The three laughed at that.

“Ah so you do like it!? Damn that would’ve been a good way to get information out of you about the princess.. then again, you like it so much you probably wouldn’t want it to stop,~” Bowser teased.

Mario’s face blushed deep again at the teasing and the absolutely false accusation!

“I do not! Swear on my life!”

“Real passionate about not liking it huh?”

Mario only gaped offendedly. But all he could do was close his mouth and cross his arms pouting knowing it was a battle he was gonna lose no matter what.

“Great now everyone thinks I like being tickled..”

     “Hey, wait a minute!” Mario turned to face Luigi, “I still need my justice for you not helping me..”

Luigi tensed and began scooting backwards, “w-wait whahat? H-hey let’s not get crazy here, bro..” he tried to look for an out, then saw Peach, and pointed at her, “Peach actively blocked the door!”

“Oh, I know.. she’s getting what’s coming to her later..”

Peach backed away slightly at this (fully knowing she can also wreck him in seconds if she so needed.)

“..but right now,” Mario trapped Luigi between him and the headboard of the bed, “it’s Luigi’s turn..~”

In a desperate attempt to escape his inevitable fate, Luigi shot his arms out to Mario’s ribs, squeezing them.

Mario squeaked and clamped his arms down, but wasn’t giving up that easy. He forced himself to shoot his arms out next, getting Luigi in the same spot.

Luigi threw his head back immediately, trying to keep a hold on Mario’s shirt to levy himself to try and take control back. He targeted Mario’s neck, and Mario toppled over backwards bringing Luigi with him. Luigi was trying to crawl back down to his face because he had ended up slightly above Mario being the taller one. Mario acted fast seeing his stomach slightly below his face, and grabbed his hips blowing a raspberry on him.

Luigi screeched, and collapsed where he was only pushing his stomach onto Mario more. Mario flipped them over and continued to blow raspberries all over Luigi’s tummy and sides, effectively knocking him down.

“OKAY! Okay I gihihive I give! You wihihihin, f-fratehehello!” Luigi snorted.

“Oh no no no little bro, this is what you get for not helping me while in the hands of a wretched beast!” Mario replied, skittering his fingers all over Luigi’s stomach.

“Hey!” Bowser reacted.

Both Peach and Bowser watched lovingly as the brother’s quite literally were rolling around on the bed. It was pretty adorable to witness the two brothers playing together like kids.

They all ended up accidentally pulling an all-nighter.

[whyceasefirefaq]

New Idea! (+ POV: You're A Disabled Jewish Activist Protesting The Palestinian Genocide In A Time Of COVID)

I think one lesson a lot of us have learned is that you should not underestimate the emotional labor that is required to sincerely protest the genocide and witness what is happening in Palestine. Just seeing even one video or photo of what recently happened in Rafah can fuck with you on a core level.

And as a disabled activist who is also an anti-Zionist Jew, I do feel this extra ethical responsibility to represent and take action. To be loud and clear when I say "not in my name!", "never again means never again for all!" and "end the occupation!"

Related: Regina Regina In Zionist Blue is a poem that I wrote, a poem from an anti-Zionist Jew to a Zionist one, but really it's just me holding space for all the heavy feelings. In these times, we need to be proactive in our joy, and our self-care, so we can be clear and effective in our activism.

But there is an additional emotional labor required when you're disabled and do not have the same access to the protests that your able-bodied peers have.

Related: #AltTextPalestine: Showing Solidarity By Creating Access Related: Crips For E-Sims For Gaza (Note: Crip is a slang term, short for cripple. Cripple is a derogatory word that some folks in the disability community have chosen to reclaim. Because Crips is also a name of a street gang, some disabled people spell it with a K to avoid any confusion.)

For example, able-bodied activists can boldly declare that not even the rain can stop them from showing up. Meanwhile, motorized wheelchairs are not waterproof. (A light rain is doable if you cover all the important bits, but a heavier rain with deeper puddles can destroy your wheelchair.)

Sometimes the marches take place or lead to locations that are not wheelchair accessible.

And for those of us who have no choice but to be COVID-cautious, going to events where there are large crowds and most folks are not wearing masks, is just not an option.

And when you don't have access to the protests, it can feel isolating. Sometimes you post things on social media and it's as if you are throwing a ball into the void with little to no response. Or you get a response, but it's from a Zionist who attempts to gaslight you or insult you in all caps. But when you have access to the protests, you have access to a feeling of community. You are not alone in feeling all these intense feelings. You are reminded that you are part of a larger collective effort to stop the genocide. And if you lack access to the protests, you are still a part of that larger collective effort, but it doesn't always feel that way.)

Related: Jewish Voices For Peace Power Half Hour is a virtual way to connect with others on this issue.

Related: Sending solidarity to The New School Students For Justice In Palestine, a student encampment that had a protest outside of the school that was accessible. I went during off hours when it was fewer people and everyone was really welcoming.

That said, there are a multitude of reasons why a disabled person would lack access. The truth is, that lacking access is very common for disabled people. Very few things in this world are made with you in mind aka accessible. When you apply that to what is happening in the world, the urgency that so many of us feel is very much compounded because you first have to figure out how you can even take action.

And this was one of the main motivations behind this outreach project. Yes, it was also because not everyone lives in a big city where protests are happening, and why wait for a protest? This is genocide. Take action in between events and new petitions. And for those of us who have no choice but to be COVID-cautious, the outreach project was another way to take action on a smaller scale.

But I also created the outreach project because, this way, if I missed yet another protest due to lack of access, then I could still do something.

And so for a while, I was doing solo outreach on local street corners with my outreach protest sign in hand, calling out "Take action for a ceasefire!" to anyone passing by.

But as you may or may not have noticed, I haven't posted any new photos of said solo outreach adventures. Unfortunately, the mild lung disease that was present, had the audacity to get worse. This was not only immensely rude, but it also meant that I could no longer do outreach, which broke my heart and pissed me off.

At this point, I get easily winded at times and if I am not even more COVID-cautious than I already was, I could very well end up in the hospital, and no.

So, knowing that everyone has something to contribute, once again I was left with the question of how?

NEW IDEA And I haven't worked out all the details yet but I have an idea that I think could be pretty damn powerful.

What if we took the outreach graphics and secured the signs to our wheelchair or car or bike or even just to our clothing etc., so that pretty much every damn thing we do (as much as we can), every mundane task, becomes an act of protest. If you can't leave your home, then post it in the biggest window you have and/or on your front door. If you don't have a printer, then go DIY and create your own signs. They are trying to normalize genocide, so let us normalize protesting it every damn day. All the outreach graphics (including the latest one) are available to download for free.

I am currently in the process of figuring out how to securely attach various signs to my wheelchair. The trickiest part has been the back of the elevating footrests, a part of the wheelchair that people frequently gawk at, making it a great spot for a protest sign. Packing tape was not the solution I thought it might be, but when I figure it out, I will post photos. Feel free to do the same and please tag me. I'd love to see how you do this. I'm rebelwheelsnyc on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok. That said, to all the lovely people who are trying to stop the genocide, I see you and appreciate you. Let's keep fighting together.

[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Rectangle. Protest graphic. Graphic has a yellow border. The background is a red triangle that's pointing toward the right on a pink background. this is the digital version and so you can see the distinction between the pink and red. The main text has a bold font every word has a black rectangle behind it. It reads don't be silent in times of genocide. The text is white except for the word silent which is in yellow and then the word genocide which is in green. In a smaller size towards the right bottom area it reads not in my name. One line of blue text with a black rectangle behind it. Below that in white it reads this is not up for debate. And below that in the lower right hand corner is the URL why ceasefire FAQ that tumblr.com. lower left corner of the Palestinian flag. To the right of the large text is a watermelon slice. Upper right hand corner is a QR code]

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I have no idea if you're still answering anything despite your hiatus and constant uploads, but could you recommend any fics that include drinking games, or just getting to know each other hang outs with the squad (not just John and Sherlock)? I love the friendships!

Hey Lovely!

Ah, I'm done my 2 week hiatus, and even then I was, as you said, still fairly active LOL. I just needed a break from feeling obligated to get new lists out right away, is all! :)

I do have a few lists you might enjoy:

Games

Games Pt. 2

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock Pt 2

Those are pretty broad lists, so here's the exact fics from them you may prefer. If Anyone has any they want to suggest, as always, please do!

DRINKING GAMES / HANGING OUT

Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace(T, 2,073 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Drinking Games) – In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.

Bored Games by patster223(K+, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Cluedo / Board Games, Friendship, Humour) – Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.

Paranoia by Ewebie(M, 3,789 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Drinking Games, Scotland Yard Gang, Jealous / Possessive Sherlock, Inappropriate Questions, Embarrassed John, Matchmakers) – John and Sherlock join the gang of Scotland Yard for a night of drinking, and it gets a bit personal and revealing.

Right Foot Red by Irrevocably_Sherlocked(E, 3,089 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss/Time, Board Games, Frottage, Masturbation, PWP, Friends to Lovers, Come as Lube, Come Marking) – ...ok, it’s juvenile, but at least it’s a game where touching is allowed. And if something more were to happen, well, John can’t say he’d be too upset about that. “What are the rules of this game?” Sherlock asks, the disdain evident on the word ‘game’. “I spin, you do as I say.” John thinks he sees a slight widening of those pale grey eyes at that, just for a fraction of a second, before it is shut down. Oh, this is interesting, he thinks.

The Hand You're Dealt by MapleleafCameo(M, 9,806 w., 6 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Card Games, Alternate First Meeting, No Slash / Platonic Relationship) – John wouldn't have minded so much if only Sherlock would stop introducing him as 'John Watson. I won him in a poker game.’

The Hand You're Dealt by MapleleafCameo(M, 10,624 w., 6 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Card Games, Alternate First Meeting, No Slash / Platonic Relationship) – John wouldn't have minded so much if only Sherlock would stop introducing him as 'John Watson. I won him in a poker game.’

Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles(E, 10,655 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Drinking Games, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers) – John and Sherlock tag along for the Met's weekly night out, where the evening's chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror(E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

MARKED FOR LATER

Sherlock Learns How To Play Strip Poker (and loses badly)  by wendymarlowe (E, 5,127 w., 3 Ch. || Strip Games, Strip Poker, Blindfolds, First Time) – Sherlock has deleted the rules to poker, so he demands John teach him. Strip poker, because why not. And blindfolded, because John refuses to play without Sherlock having a handicap to counteract his giant brain. The fact that John can now ogle Sherlock's increasingly-nude body is just a bonus, of course. Part 33 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

In a manner of speaking I'm dead by fellshish (T, 6,372 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Mystrade, Angst With Happy Ending, PIning, First Kiss, Drunk Idiots, Drinking Games, Humour) – Sherlock and John accidentally dress in matching outfits for Lestrade's Halloween party. Things only get worse: someone pushes them to play 'Never have I ever'.

Spin The Bottle by helloliriels (M, 8,120 w., 6 Ch. || Drinking Games, Calls/Phones, Strip Games, Truth or Dare) – Have you ever played this game before, Sherlock?

The Mole by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T, 18,378 w., 8 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Reality TV AU ||  Mystery, Adventure, Games, First Kiss/Time, Humour, Romance) – Ten strangers — Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Martha Hudson, Molly Hooper, Jim Moriarty, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson, Mary Morstan, and Irene Adler — must work as a team to win money on a reality TV show hosted by Mycroft Holmes. The twist? One of them is a mole, hired by the producers to sabotage the game.

The Last Drop by Phyona (M, 20,185 w. || Pre-Slash, UST, Drinking & Talking, Drinking Games, Spooning, Witty Banter, Intense Conversations) – Sherlock and John fend off boredom with a night of heavy drinking. Part 1 of the The First and Last Trilogy series

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nsfw alphabet with shinichiro?

ahhhh, shinichiro ✨😁 sure lovely, but i did include some sfw for a balance

A - affection Shinichiro is the best at affection. Maybe it was how he grew up formed him into the massive teddy bear, but he is all fluff with you.

B - body part His favorite body part of yours? Your ass. Nothing more. His hand lives there in public and a small, gentle slap here and there at home. Now for you? He’s a teddy bear, what isn’t there to love about him?

C - cuddles Uhm.. do I have to repeat myself? He’s the best. He actually wouldn’t hate being the little spoon, just anywhere he can get warmth he likes.

D - dirty secret When you’re away, he sometimes thinks about you and randomly gets turned on. So jacking off does it’s purpose and he imagines it was you. He gets into it too and ends up stopping before he overheats himself LOL

E - ending He is crushed when he has to dump you. He doesn’t want to! It wasn’t his choice! His life got bad, the money was low, and it was best for you to leave to get a more successful life. Seeing you cry those fat tears made him want to hold you and never let go, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to because he, too, was crying.

F - favorite position Doggy all the way. Will he do others, sure, but you both can get into it by hitting the g-spots easily and your moans send him over.

G - goofy Goofiest man ever. Doesn’t matter if you’re mad, getting knocked up, sad, he will crack a joke to see a smile or hear a laugh.

H - hugging Teddy bear = good hugs. And after a good fuck, he falls asleep with you in his embrace.

I - i love you? (do they say it?) All the time. He wants you to know that he’s here, maybe not at home, but he’s always with you.

J - jealousy He might get jealous a few times, but you will always reasure him that you are his and he is yours. Thats what you both promised, right?

K - kisses Normally a peck on the cheek gets you both energized enough to go through the day, but catch him when he’s tired and you get a kiss on the lips. The best of both worlds.

L - little ones So good around kids. Now, he grew up pratically babysitting his brothers/sister, but kids LOVE him.

M - motivations A kiss. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less, just a smooch. He loves kisses, and if it’s on the lips??? He is your slave.

N - nights with them Besides his gang and his bike, he loves spending time with you, and tries to anytime he can! Movie night with popcorn is a must, and a massage normally happens sometime in that time.

O - opening up Once he knew you and started dating you, he opened up whenever he needed to, and you knew you could do that right back. He would cry, get mad, anything to ease eachother was allowed and accepted.

P - patience He is extremely patient. Once again, it might be due to how he was raised, but he has learned that being patient is crucial to get what you want. Use that however you wish :]

Q - quiz (about you) I think he has a bad memory. Love you, idolizes you and your body, adores you, but can’t say when your anniversary is. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he can’t remember anything for the life of him.

R - remembered… The first time you saw his bike. Your eyes pratically had hearts in them as you eyed the decaling on it. From there, you heard his hearty laugh and instantly fell in love !

S - security So protective over you! Not in an obsessive way, but he loves you and naturally wants peace for you.

T - trying effort Tries so hard to make sure you’re happy. If you want to try something new, he will with you, and etc.

U - unfairness Teases you a lot. He just thinks it’s adorable to see your face twist when he says things opposite of the answer you wanted.

V - volume surprisingly quiet. He whimpers a lot, and those can get loud, but he doesn’t moan a whole lot. He does moan, don’t kid yourself, but whimpering and groans are more often.

W - would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He hates himself if you leave.

X - X-tra headcannon One time he caught you trying to hump a pillow for any hope of friction. He had been gone for a while on a trip and you were needy, what could you say? But when he caught you, something sparked inside of him and it unlesshed a literally machine.

Y - yearning Similar to the others, he won’t beg persay, but he might ask every once in a while. Work becomes a lot and ordinary sleep gets boring, he might need something to really tire himself out.

Z - zzz habits As mentioned above, sometimes work slams him so far down he sleeps for hours and hours. You once even thought he was dead, but no, he just sleeps lile a rock. If he can, he sleeps.